#league of villains x reader | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

flamingtouya · 2 months

Text

𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐩 (𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞) —

pairing: dabi + f!reader

word count: 4381

cw: getting to know each other (against your better intuition), flirting, bad flirting,some explicit language but nothing too bad, no quirk AU, dabi commits a crime or two

summary: In which Dabi meant to text Toga instead of a random stranger. But these things happen, and you were never one to shy away from troublesome men. This whole thing is told entirely through text messages.

a/n: check out my AO3 for different formatting! :)

Mar 02 10:07 PM

Unknown: Grab bleach while you’re out Unknown: And paper towels

You: who is this??

Unknown: So funny

You: u got the wrong number my guy

Unknown: Shit Unknown: You don’t happen to have some bleach at your disposal rn?

You: try the convenience store You: where’s the body at, anyways

Unknown: Ohara street by the fitness park, you should come check it out

You: sounds enticing You: i’ve always wanted to be on a true crime podcast

You: sort of expected myself to be the alive one though

Unknown: I was taught that women tend to be smart about stranger danger and stuff Unknown: You're out to prove me wrong

You: how’d you know i’m a woman? 🤨

Unknown: U sound cute Unknown: And men don’t listen to true crime

You: that’s so sexist You: and correct You: you'd do numbers on reddit

Mar 03 00:16 AM

You: hey don’t leave now

Mar 03 00:34 AM

Unknown: Had a body to take care of

You: you didn’t wait for me? :(

Unknown: … Unknown: Are u fr

You: ofc not You: i don’t hang out with edgelords

Unknown: Whatever u r probably boring anyways

You: entertaining enough for u to keep texting me

Unknown: We all have our moments of weakness

Mar 03 01:09 AM

Unknown: So wyd

You: you don’t have anybody else to bother?

Unknown: I do Unknown: I want to bother you tho

You: damn, what’d i do to deserve this

Unknown: Is that a complaint

You: i have uni tomorrow and ur buzzing keeps waking me up

Unknown: Mute your phone, stupid

You: can’t mute unknown numbers

Unknown: Save this one then Unknown: Or block me idc

You: what name should i put it under

Unknown: Dabi

You: lmao i knew you were an edgelord

Dabi: Stfu

You: good night to you too

Mar 03 07:58 AM

You: fuck

Mar 03 3:56 PM

Dabi: Did you miss me that bad

Mar 03 4:32 PM

You: i overslept and am blaming you entirely

Mar 03 5:19 PM

Dabi: Sucks to be a useful member to society

You: why what do you do

Dabi: I'm actually a bit of a part-time freelancer, you regular uni folk just wouldn't get it

You: freelancing around ohara at 1 in the morning sounds like the truly fulfilling purpose we all long for You: did you just get up

Dabi: Hey now Dabi: Yes Dabi: I’m still in bed technically, looking at the ceiling fan is so interesting when I don't want to move a muscle

You: you are everything I am jealous of

Dabi: I promise you it’s not that good

You: first time a guy’s been honest right away. i applaud u

Dabi: Omg no way

Mar 03 5:40 PM

You: no way what

Dabi: No way you said something witty

Dabi: Maybe you’re fun after all

You: i’ll have u know that deep down, i’m just a fragile being trying to make it thru this bitch of a world, running on fumes and caffeine all while chasing a childhood dream that i'll never be able to reach anyways because of my parents' expectations of me crushing my soul

Dabi: Damn, being vulnerable already

You: your turn

Dabi: I’m not sad. My life is great and my parents never expected anything of me

Dabi: That was a lie

You: so you’re a liar

Dabi: I suppose I might be

You: that counts as being vulnerable. i’m so proud of us. <3

Mar 03 9:12 PM

You: you probably have daddy issues

Mar 03 11:34 PM

Dabi: Mind your business

You: so i’m right

Dabi: Nosy sounds more like it

You: that’s a yes then

Dabi: When I tell you he SUCKS so bad

You: LMAO You: i’m guessing you don’t particularly like your family then

Dabi: It's not the type of stuff I'd tell anybody, especially not to some nosy individual whose number is one or two digits off

You: alright i’ll stop digging You: wait how old are you You: am i talking to some 50 y/o dude You: please no

Mar 04 00:02 AM

Dabi: Chill I’m 48

Mar 04 00:06 AM

You: say sike right now You: if u rly are then i’m half your age

Dabi: You thought Dabi: Are you actually 24 tho

You: give or take a few days lol

Dabi: When’s your birthday

You: do you want my social and tax numbers while we’re at it

Dabi: Stfu I wanna see if I’m older

You: 🤨 You: it’s at the end of this month

Dabi: Baby

You: are u flirting with me or insulting me

Dabi: Can’t I be doing both

Mar 04 06:30 AM

You: love me a guy who can multitask You: did you ever get your bleach and paper towels

Mar 04 11:11 AM

You: it’s 11:11 make a wish

Mar 04 2:02 PM

You: my wish is that you’d commit to a humane sleeping schedule

Mar 04 2:59 PM

Dabi: Anybody hear sum

You: i heard you’re a lazy bitch You: who doesn’t even do his own grocery shopping

Dabi: Maybe I do. Maybe I got the bleach all on my own like a big boy

You: X

Dabi: What's that mean

You: X for doubt You: it’s a meme

Dabi: Here I thought we were about to get spicy 😔

You: ew

Dabi: I was joking Dabi: …unless

You: has anybody ever told you that your flirting is immaculate

Mar 04 7:10 PM

Dabi: What do you study

You: are you trying to find out my location

Dabi: Let it be known I’m terrible at geography and if I wanted to stalk you I'd already be on it

You: that’s a consolation You: forensic science You: i actually can’t wait for the semester to be over bc my professor is one of the most annoying individuals i have ever had the displeasure of meeting

Dabi: So you do have bleach

You: never said i didn’t

Dabi: What do I have to do to make the list of annoying individuals. What's my current score

You: we haven’t met You: and i’m not sure if i’d survive u

Dabi: You have a point, I'm super nice tho

You: bet You: are you handsome You: asking for a friend You: the handsome ones are usually more annoying

Dabi: I'll say I’m frighteningly unique-looking

You: ...well played

Mar 04 10:09 PM

Dabi: My boss is making me do errand work in the morning like I'm some kind of functioning human being with principles Dabi: The next piercing I’m getting is a lobotomy

You: thought you were “freelancing”

Dabi: Freelancing only gets you so far. You'll understand when you're my age

You: can't imagine what the back pain must be like You: do you have a tongue piercing 👀

Dabi: Perhaps I do

You: u r so mysterious You: tell me an opinion

Dabi: Mint ice cream makes my teeth feel weird

You: that’s not an opinion

Dabi: Alright, more foods should have mint in them. And coriander. I want to make things inedible for 80% of the human population

You: nvm keep your opinions to yourself

Mar 05 02:26 AM

Dabi: I've gotta burn this number. Txt u in a few

Mar 05 05:16 AM

You: what are you, some kind of druglord This message could not be delivered.

You: I knew it This message could not be delivered.

Mar 0512:03 PM

You: ayo are you still there This message could not be delivered.

You: this is only funny if you come clean right now This message could not be delivered.

Mar 05 4:16 PM

You: "text you in a few" minutes? hours? days? This message could not be delivered.

You: just know that if it takes to long i'll forget about u This message could not be delivered.

You: won't even miss u This message could not be delivered.

Mar 06 09:00 AM

You: hello is this thing on This message could not be delivered.

Mar 07 3:15 PM

You: my social security number is 6007 0023 6799 0324 This message could not be delivered.

Mar 07 8:46 PM

You: eggs, vinegar, panko, sprite, sliced ham, parmesan, deodorant sencha if they have the good one ground pepper, lemon juice This message could not be delivered.

Mar 08 04:44 AM

Unknown: Am I still the man of ur dreams

You: I'm killing you You: violently

Unknown: I was hoping softly Unknown: With your song

You: are these messages being monitored You: am i a suspect

Unknown: If they were, could I write that I'm a ruthless baby killer anti-government fuck the police pro abortion the prime minister is an idiot bomb. bomb at the airport, terrorism, detonate Unknown: I guess now they are

Dabi was added as a contact.

You: just when i thought i'd have to find another witty asshole with a tongue piercing

Dabi: Aw you missed me Dabi: Does my tongue piercing make me hot be honest

You: what are my chances of getting an explanation for the past few days You: are u a murderer fr, that would be so cool You: i totally didn't use our abandoned chat as a grocery list btw

Dabi: The only thing I slay is pussy 😎

You: somehow i have doubts about that statement You: animal abuse is no joke

Dabi: I'm thinking of a number between 1 and 100, if you guess it correctly I'll tell u everything

You: 69

Mar 08 08:21 AM

Dabi: It was 72 Dabi: Because you were so close I'll give u one free question. But I want another one in return

You: you're a dirty little gremlin who plays dirty little games You:: do i get to ask a follow-up question

Dabi: No

You: in that case You: which of the following activities did you partake in? 1.) vandalism 2.) drug dealing 3.) drug trafficking 4.) violent crimes 5.) violent crimes that resulted in the death of one or more individuals 6.) assisting someone in a violent crime 7.) assisting someone in a non-violent crime 8.) theft 9.) robbery 10.) hate crimes against a minority 11.) politically motivated acts of defiance 12.) consumption of illegal substances 13.) running and/or hiding from law enforcement 14.) domestic terrorism 15.) human trafficking 16.) money laundering 17.) having a good time

Dabi: What the fuck Dabi: What is this, a multiple choice? Dabi: 1, 4, 6, 7, 8, 13 Dabi: My turn Dabi: What's your favourite food

You: fr, just like that You: that's your one question out of everything you could ask? am i really that boring

Dabi: I ask what I ask

You: spicy miso ramen with minced pork You: can we go back to the part where you ran from law enforcement

Dabi: Don't we all have demons that we run from Dabi: Mine are just a bit more persistent

Mar 08 10:52 AM

You: i want another question

Dabi: If you come up with one that's not related to the past few days, go ahead

You: fine i'll take it You: have you ever been caught and gotten in legal trouble for one of your… dubious activities

Dabi: Yeah

You: …and?

Dabi: That's another question. Gonna trade?

You: fine

Dabi: When I was 16, two Officers Of The Law 🐷 caught me dumpster diving behind a 7/11 Dabi: The dumpster diving wasn't the crime but because it was on private property they charged me with trespassing

You: damn, that's a lot of truth from u in just two sentences You: i wanna know ur tragic backstory so bad

Dabi: You could try to get me all sentimental for the 6 minutes after really good sex before the post nut clarity sets in

You: uh huh, taking notes You: anyway. you get one question. think hard

Dabi: If you couldn't have minced pork on your ramen, what would your second topping choice be

You: you're impossible

Mar 08 1:27 PM

You: tori karaage or extra ni-tamago i guess

Mar 08 2:23 PM

Dabi: Doesn't the Karaage lose its crispiness if it's in the broth for too long Dabi: I wouldn't know

You: please let me recommend you a good ramen place, you seem like you'd need it

Dabi: You have no idea. Take me out

You: like romantically? or are you asking me to murder you

Dabi: I love surprises

You: i just laughed out loud in the middle of my lecture

Mar 08 7:18 PM

Dabi: Need your forensic expertise for a sec

You: …oh no

Dabi: It's a purely hypothetical scenario

You: alright lay it on me big boy

Dabi: If a 176 cm tall and 67 kg heavy person were to climb over a 4,60 meter high fence that has electrical wiring on it Dabi: What would the most likely way for them to die be?

You: this is not forensic at all You: how strong is the electricity You: is there a way to shut it off You: where would you hold onto the fence You: can it be damaged

Dabi: Not me, a 176 cm tall and 67 kg heavy person

You: where would THE 176 CM TALL AND 67 KG HEAVY PERSON HOLD ONTO THE FENCE

Dabi: The only points that provide decent grip surface are the hooks holding the wires in place

You: so the most likely way to die would be electrocution You: will that be all

Dabi: How would one determine whether the electricity has been properly shut off Dabi: In the theoretical scenario that you couldn't get close enough to hear

You: the 176 cm tall and 67 kg heavy person should tap the wiring from the bottom with the back of their hand You: that way their fingers curl downwards and not around the wire You: so the person won't DIE from ELECTROCUTION

Mar 09 00:08 AM

Dabi: Excellent Dabi: Gonna do some field research Dabi: Will report back in maybe a day

Mar 09 08:01 AM

You: i'm gonna be so mad if you die before you've had decent karaage This message could not be delivered.

Mar 11 6:10 PM

Unknown: So it turns out that the person did not have to climb the fence after all. Pliers are such useful tools Unknown: Thanks for the electricity tip tho

Mar 11 6:39 PM

Dabi was added as a contact.

You: you're so hot when you're alive

Mar 11 9:14 PM

Dabi: Do u think I'm a catch 😏

You: judging by the way law enforcement is trying to get their hands on you, i'd say you're pretty slippery

Dabi: The slipperiest Dabi: You couldn't handle me

You: i'd trap you using cheese and a paper box You: put you in a jar and turn you into spicy miso broth

Dabi: Would you hold the jar tight at night and tell me everything's going to be okay

You: of course

Dabi: I'm liking this scenario

Mar 12 01:07 AM

Dabi: Ever thought about what Mint Karaage would taste like

Mar 12 01:23 AM

You: i need u

Dabi: Tell me more

You: to shut your mouth

Dabi: Are you trying to romance me

Mar 12 07:15 AM

You: i'm actually so upset right now You: can i vent

Mar 12 07:27 AM

Dabi: Listening Dabi: Am I gonna have to get the tissues out

You: you're not empathetic enough for that

Dabi: How would you know

You: call it a woman's intuition You: i just need someone to bother about my hot girl troubles

Dabi: Let's hear it girl Dabi: Men ain't shit 💅

You: damn right they aren't You: but unrelated to that You: i ran out of my medication a few days ago and thought if i stretched the remaining 3 pills to last me 6 days i'd be able to make it till the end of the week You: now my doctor's office is closed and i can't seem to get an appointment anywhere You: and i'm super jittery and on edge and almost had a panic attack just trying to make coffee

Dabi: What type of medication

You: Ativan You: it's prescription only

Dabi: Nothing is ever "prescription only"

You: i'm not gonna try some experimential backalley drug You: just feel like dying rn

Dabi: Who said anything about backalley? You actually came to the right guy for this Dabi: What's the name of the nearest druggery

You: ...fukuju pharmacy

Dabi: So I've been talking to a Setagaya girl

You: only moved here for uni, hate to disappoint if ur expecting a wealthy maiden

Mar 12 10:02 AM

Dabi: Don't you feel like getting a snack from the vending machine Dabi: Specifically the one next to the pharmacy Dabi: A bag of skittles sounds nice, doesn't it?

You: ? ? ?

Mar 12 10:34 AM

You: did you commit a crime for me You: how did you get your hands on actual fucking Ativan this fast

Dabi: I don't kiss and tell

You: did you follow me home You: is this how i die

Dabi: You make it so hard to be nice to you Dabi: What do you think I am, a creep

You: if you were here i'd suck you off so good rn

Dabi: Whore Dabi: (Respectfully)

You: lmao ur right You: thank you for real though

Dabi: Stfu

Mar 12 1:33 PM

Dabi: Do u like cats

You: yes

Dabi sent an image.

Dabi: Noodle thieving menace

You: 🥹 You: that has got to be the fattest street cat i’ve ever seen

Dabi: He’s hella fast

You: how does it feel to be the one chasing the culprit for once

Dabi: Not nearly as thrilling as being the one committing the crime

Mar 13 00:00 AM

Unknown: Congratulations! You have been selected as an eligible member for a free trial of Osaka Daily Post. Unknown: If you would like information about your benefits, reply 'BENEFIT' Unknown: If you would like to stop receiving these messages, reply 'STOP'

You: i know it's you shithead

Unknown: Your message could not be processed.

You: this is the unfunniest you've ever been ngl

Unknown: Your message could not be processed.

You: you're truly one of the most annoying individuals in my life

Unknown: Your message could not be processed.

You: STOP

Unknown: LMAO you thought

Dabi was saved as a contact.

You: i'm reconsidering if the tongue piercing is really worth it 😤

Mar 13 04:55 AM

Dabi: Any particular reason why you chose forensics

Mar 13 06:09 AM

You: i've always admired criminals but been to scared to become one You: and if i know about psychotic assholes it might help me to steer clear of them, or so i thought

Dabi: Is it working

You: evidently not

Dabi: Use me in ur thesis Dabi: I'll be your lab rat

You: nah you're more beneficial to me when you're not stuck behind bars You: what do you have me saved as in your phone

Dabi: I don't save contacts Dabi: Especially not yours Dabi: You mean nothing to me

You: aww do you know my number by heart, that's adorable You: i'm kinda genuinely impressed at how persistent you are at bothering me, it's almost like you like me or smth

Dabi: No fr though lmao if anybody finds my phone you'd be on a list

You: do u delete these chats

Dabi: Always

You: that's so romantic You: admit it you're actually a softie

Dabi: Would that make you more interested in me Dabi: Then I'm the softest

You: what do i need to do to make you the hardest

Dabi: ... Dabi: There's absolutely no correct way for me to respond to that Dabi: You've left me speechless

You: 🥵🥵

Dabi: What's your worst quality Dabi: Besides being an irresistible smartass Dabi: *irritating

You: was that a freudian slip You: you're so obsessed with me it's adorable

Dabi: Proving my point so diligently

You: you don't seem like the kind of person who would use words like 'diligently' You: i'm rather talkative at times You: to the point where it gets unbearable to listen to me

Dabi: I never would've guessed

You: what's yours? You: besides the obvious

Dabi: Still putting up with you

Mar 13 7:45 PM

Dabi: Wyd

You: i burned my rice a little You: but it's edible

Dabi: Don't you have a rice cooker? Who raised you

You: my very strict but sweet and committed grandmother who made the best teriyaki salmon in the whole world You: i'd kill another human being to eat her home cooked food one more time

Dabi: So your parents ain't shit either

You: eh, they're alright You: they're Business People overseas and aren't around a whole lot, means i get my own place though You: so i can have visitors at any desired hour 😏

Dabi: Omg sick Dabi: Me next

You: it was implied

Mar 13 11:11 PM

Dabi: Ok but do u actually wanna meet up sometime Dabi: No strings attached ofc

You: i'm down

Dabi: What if I'm a creep after all

You: if anything, it means i won't have to attend my lecture about carbon dots tmrw

Dabi: I can't tomorrow Dabi: What about the day after Dabi: I'll give u my credit card info if it makes you feel more safe, don't bother trying to buy anything with it tho, you'll be disappointed

You: you may not show it a whole lot, but are you actually a considerate person? You: the day after sounds good

Dabi: Preem

You: oreryu shio ramen, right by harajuku station You: about time you had some good karaage You: my treat You: unless that's too far away for u

Dabi: I would fly across the world for u Dabi: Yes Harajuku works fine

Mar 14 08:49 AM

You: how will i recognise u You: what do u look like

Dabi: As my dad once said. I'm impossible to miss

You: i laughed

Dabi: Guess it was all worth it then Dabi: Do tattoos scare you

You: i was gonna ask cause there's no way you got only a tongue piercing and nothing else You: stand there with your tongue out

Dabi: Shouldn't we at least get to know each other before 😳

You: don't get any ideas You: i don't intend to fuck u You: ...for now

Dabi: That's a relief, I thought I might have to file a restraining order afterwards

Mar 14 1:42 PM

Dabi sent an image.

Dabi: If u see this guy u can still run the other way

You: hhh fuck You: are u trying to intimidate me You: how do you have so many tattoos but no bedframe

Dabi: Cut me some slack, I just moved into this place

You: fair warning i'm not as hot as u

Dabi: Bet

You sent an image.

Dabi: Why do women always lie. I thought you were better. I thought you were different

You: 😳 You: i'm actually worse

Dabi: We're such a good match

You: don't get ahead of urself. u r still a guy with no bedframe

Dabi: Please shut up

Mar 14 4:16 PM

Dabi: To be clear I'm not bringing flowers or anything Dabi: And I'm actually willing to let you pay this time lol

You: you have such a unique way with words

Dabi: A bit tight on money rn but I'll pay u back some other way

You: can we make that the first line in our sextape You: dw i said it's my treat and i mean it You: does that make you feel emasculated

Dabi: Who would I be to say no to free food tf Dabi: If there's a next time I can take you out for drinks Dabi: Nothing fancy but an old friend of mine owns a bar downtown and his girlfriend mixes a killer mule

You: if you're gonna poison me after gaining my trust over my favourite food i will be incredibly sad

Dabi: Give me some credit here. I'm trusting u to not rat me out to law enforcement

You: you're giving me ideas You: is there a bounty on your head

Dabi: I'm not that important

Mar 14 9:44 PM

You: so you're just too good to get caught

Dabi: Both flattering and factually correct Dabi: For the record I've never harmed anybody that didn't deserve it

You: thanks for clarifying You: i feel so safe now

Dabi: Anytime Dabi: If you're having second thoughts lmk before 10 am so I won't spend time getting ready for nothing

You: 10 am is crazy You: u r so vain

Dabi: Alright then I won't 😔

You: i take it back You: be pretty for me

Mar 15 5:30 AM

You: can't sleep

Mar 15 7:12 AM

Dabi: How the turntables Dabi: Are you alright

You: yes You: it's the good kind of sleepless

Dabi: It's fine if you're having second thoughts, I won't hold it against you at all Dabi: Just texting like this is nice too

You: fuck no i wanna meet the man behind the screen You: the myth, the legend, the crimelord himself

Dabi: I'm never showing consideration for ur wellbeing ever again

You: should've ghosted me before i got attached

Mar 15 9:54 AM

Dabi: Last chance to bail gracefully

You: you make it so tempting

Dabi: Getting out of bed then

You: it's not a bed if it doesn't have a bedframe

Dabi: Shut, and I mean this in the gentlest way possible, the hell your mouth

Mar 15 12:08 PM

Dabi sent a location pin.

Dabi: Is this the place

You: that's the one You: be there in a few minutes

Dabi: I'm waiting outside

Mar 15 12:13 PM

You: omg i think i see u You: im shy

Dabi: U literally have so much blackmail material on me

You: give me a second You: alright I'm coming over This message could not be delivered.

#dabi #dabi x reader #touya todoroki #touya c reader #todoroki touca #bnha #dabi x you #touya x you #bnha x reader #todoroki touya x reader #todoroki toya x reader #league of villains #league of villains x reader #bnha x you #i hate that there are so many tags #my writing #(sort of?)#this was honestly super fun :>#x

382 notes · View notes

ryo-apologist · 1 month

Text

Camboy! Shigaraki

Shigaraki Tomura x Reader

CW: Smut, Minors DNI, I will block your ass. Exhibitionism, being filmed, spanking with a toy, nipple play, degradation.

AN: I tried to keep it pretty GN, if I missed something let me know. Because of this, I don't mention a hole specifically, so use your imaginations <3

~Darling XOXO

☾ Camboy! Shigaraki who remains faceless the entire time he's on camera. He's the leader of an entire army, he can't have his entire being called into question because he likes the attention.

☾ Camboy! Shigaraki who started this whole thing because he saw far uglier men on porn sites raking in hundreds of thousands of yen and for what? He knows he's better looking than at least half of them, and who ever complains about extra money?

☾ Camboy! Shigaraki who holds that ideology but really, he loves the attention. He's such an attention slut that you throw enough money at him on stream and he'll do anything.

☾ Camboy! Shigaraki who loves edging himself on stream because it's just a special kind of torture. Stroking up and down the shaft of his cock and watching it twitch with ever drag of his hand. Thumbing over the head just to collect the bulb of pre-cum already dripping out only to slather it in a slow circle and watch as the light sheens off of it. Reaching his other hand to squeeze his own balls because it feels so good and this is for him and him alone. Everyone watching is lucky that they get to experience such a thing.

☾ Camboy! Shigaraki who is originally adamant on not bringing you on until Dabi makes a comment about how much more viewers money two person streams bring in. While Dabi was talking about two women streams, Shigaraki is already taking this idea and running with it.

☾ Camboy! Shigaraki who teases the idea on stream for weeks just to garner his audience's opinions. He watches as the numbers start rolling in when he starts moaning about fucking you're tight little hole and leaving you a dripping mess for their pleasure.

☾ Camboy! Shigaraki who reads every single comment he gets, about how people are blowing their loads to just the thought of watching anyone get fucked by his cock, whether it's them or not. People volunteering themselves, even if he knows nobody will ever reach your level.

☾ Camboy! Shigaraki who's disgusted by the idea at first, but soon realizes what this mean. This isn't just a way to make money, or get all the attention he was deprived of as a child, no.

☾ Camboy! Shigaraki who realizes this is a way to stake a claim. This is a way to absolute ruin his little whore in all the ways he's ever dreamed of and to send a message to everyone who's debauched enough to lose their shit over him of all people.

☾ Camboy! Shigaraki who knows this will be a message that he's better than them in every single way. He has an army, he's the most wanted villain in Japan, he's dangerous and lethal, and yet he's still getting laid more than they are. That he has this perfect little cum sleeve waiting for him at the drop of a dime.

☾ Camboy! Shigaraki who grows so hard at the thought on stream he's nearly breaking his thirty minute edging streak at the thought of absolutely wrecking you on camera and leaving you to moan his name for everyone to hear. Because he's the only one who gets to talk to you like this. He's the only one who gets to touch you like that. He's the only one who gets to fuck you and leave your whole gaping for his cock and his cock alone, after all, he's worked so hard to carve out a spot in you for his dick alone. For him to fuck and sully and leave flooded with his cum.

☾ Camboy! Shigaraki who doesn't need much more convincing after that.

Your head hurts.

His fingers are threading so close to the roots of your hair that a small part of your brain is firing off a number of warning signs that he could kill you then and there. The red flags are numbed and buzzed out by the euphoria of simply having him there. You can barely find yourself caring about his hands when the delicious stretch of his cock is filling you all over again. When the sound of his balls clapping against your ass cheeks is ringing in your ears over and over again.

When your eyes are focused on the lens of the camera in front of you. The red light is haunting in the sense that you know exactly what's being broadcasting. An audience of thousands, maybe more, is watching you get your back blown out with heavy drops of cum already dripping down your thighs.

Your back is arched nice and pretty for Tomura, with his one hand pinning you by your head and the other is too busy holding your hips, the only thing saving your life being the arch of his own pinkies to keep them from touching your delicate flesh. Sweat is coating your skin in an uncomfortable layer, but you can't even find it in yourself to care.

There's a chime and the sound effect of coins falling, and you whine out as the vibrators taped to your nipples light up once again. They buzz happily against your sensitive nubs and your entire body scrunches as you keen and shudder. The hand in your hair pulls slightly in a warning.

"Naughty slut." He hisses, low and deep and it sends your entire nervous system into a tizzy. "Gonna cum? I didn't say you could do that."

"'m sorry-" You gasp out, fingers tightening their gasp on the sheets beneath you. "Not gonna cum." You swear thought you can feel that neither of you truly believe that.

Tomura grants you a sliver of relief and stops moving.

The hand on your hip leaves and you're almost tempted to look back, but that's against the rules. So you don't.

You do let out a yelp of shock, or maybe pain, as the stiff surface of his paddle rockets against your awaiting ass cheek. You groan and clench and you can hear Tomura let out his own noise as the paddle lowers to rest it's cool face on the burning flesh of your ass.

"That's my good cum sleeve."

There's another chime and the returning noise of coins falling. The vibrators you hadn't even noticed had turned off come to life again. The paddle swings and your entire body clenches as euphoria runs through your veins, quickly followed by the shame of disobedience which ruins your orgasm before it can even finish.

Right after you feel the rush of warmth as another load of cum fills you more than you thought possible.

Another chime has you crying out in agonized glee.

222 notes · View notes

supernatural-hunter1 · 1 month

Text

Toga: “Hey, Y/n?”

Y/n: “What is it this time Toga?”

Toga: “I got a question to ask you?”

Y/n: “what is it?”

Toga: “what’s the difference between a hero and a villain?”

Y/n: “Easy, A villain will spend more time with their significant other, than a hero could, BECAUSE….. a hero would sacrifice you for the greater good, BUT. The villain would sacrifice the world to save you.”

Dabi: “Damn, Y/n who hurt you?”😨

#dabi x reader #shigaraki x reader #spinner x reader #lov x reader #lov headcannons #league of villains x reader #league of villains headcannons #shigaraki headcanons #dabi headcannons #spinner headcannons #mha x reader

192 notes · View notes

sorrowfulrosebud · 5 months

Text

♡𝕾𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖕𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖎𝖗 𝖋𝖆𝖛𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝖕𝖆𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖘♡

༒𝕭𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖙𝖞 𝕾𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖕𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖘: the ones who deliberately leave a little (a lot) of skin on show, hoisting down his skin tight shorts to press against his hard on. Throws you half-lidded glances and hazy smiles, running his tongue off his teeth as he bites his lip and gives the best “fuck me eyes”. Deliberately puts a sway in his hips as he collects the bills, leaving you chest-to-face

Katsuki Bakugou, Hizashi Yamada, Keigo Takami, Touya Todoroki, Tomura Shigaraki

༒𝕾𝖍𝖞 𝕾𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖕𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖘: feels his cheeks heat up as soon as you sit and start watching. Performs his dance timidly, performance strong but shy. Very flustered smiles and quick gazes are thrown your way as he tries hiding his boner. His shy persona gets bills thrown at him left right and centre, him squeaking in embarrassment when you gently hand him the rest of the bills he dropped

Izuku Midoriya, Tamaki Amajiki, Mezo Shoji, Jin Bubaigawara, Shuichi Iguchi, Toshinori Yagi

༒𝕻𝖑𝖆𝖞𝖋𝖚𝖑 𝕾𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖕𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖘: not quite bratty but not quite innocent. Throws you obvious playful winks, winding their body around the metal pole as they maintain eye contact. He gets closer to you, offering you his thong to lace the bill in and giving a teasing little ass shake afterwards. Makes sure to throw you his costume during his set, twirling his body so you can see the glitter sparkling off his chest (and perky nipples)

Eijiro Kirishima, Hanta Sero, Atsuhiko Sako, Denki Kaminari

༒𝕱𝖑𝖚𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖉 𝖇𝖚𝖙 𝖉𝖔𝖊𝖘𝖓'𝖙 𝖑𝖊𝖙 𝖎𝖙 𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖜 𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖕𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖘: stoic, calm and composed goes completely out of the window. He can manage being stoney-faced as his clothes melt away, making the crowd “ooo” and “ahhh” as he reveals his abs and flirts with the pole, but is internally screaming bc he can see your gaze. It’s really strange since he usually has no deeper than surface level attraction to a patron. But, when you stare at him with hooded eyes, he has no idea how long this façade can last

Fumikage Tokoyami, Shoto Todoroki, Shota Aizawa, Enji Todoroki, Kai Chisaki

#🥀 rambles #bnha x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou #Bakugou smut #bnha x reader smut #implied smut #Kirishima x reader smut #Aizawa x reader #endeavour x reader #league of villains x reader #Denki Kaminari x reader #wrote this with my pussy lol

251 notes · View notes

lesinquietes · 6 months

Text

Ok but what about Bandit Leader Shigaraki, who guides his league of villains from village to village with the intent to plunder, but he decides to take you as a war prize

Tw; hinted noncon, violence, yandere

—

He hates the world so much. That’s why he learned how to fight and swindle and take what he wants, because no one else is going to give him a fucking break, are they? No. He paved his own path. And now, the world is going to pay for how it treats the underdogs.

His league camps out on the border of defenseless villages. He makes the mayor hike taxes and collect other funds for the purpose of paying Shigaraki and his crew a security deposit. In exchange, they don’t wreak havoc or destroy the village. It’s only when the income ceases flowing that there becomes an issue.

He attacks your village when your mayor doesn’t follow through with the security payment. He’s happy to do it, just as he’s been happy to do it various times in the past in other locations; there’s a high that comes from the process of plundering that he can’t describe. He’s even made it into a game, of sorts. Old people are worth fifty points. Young people are worth ten — twenty if they’re annoying. Babies and children don’t count. It’s a simple mindset that keeps him amused.

But when he aims his gun at you, having slaughtered your family already, he finds his trigger finger hesitating. There you are, hands over your head, quivering and whimpering in the corner. You’re in a silk nightdress that accents your frame beautifully. Your hair is messy and loose. The tears streaming down your face only add to your appeal. Your image — albeit the portrait of a frightened soul — is captivating.

He stands there for a few minutes before lowering the pistol. He can’t shoot you; there’s something obliging him to do otherwise. He thinks you might have a better use than being dead.

“You’d be a waste as a corpse.” He snickers cruelly. “I think I have an idea of how you can pull your weight around camp, though.”

As he grabs a fistful of your locks and drags you out of your burning family home, he grins maliciously. One second, you’re screaming about him hurting you; the next, you’re begging him to let you go. You’re already proving to put up a fun little fruitless fight.

Shigaraki tows you over to his league, who lie in the centre of your ravaged village. They leer at you with hunger in their depraved eyes. Lately, his bed has been cold at night, without anyone to warm it. He realizes his men must feel the same way.

“Hope you’re ready to show us how much you want to keep your life.”

#tw noncon #minors dni #reader is wearing a dress #shigaraki x reader #lov x reader #league of villains x reader #Tomura x reader

150 notes · View notes

fuwushiguro · 1 year

Text

Let’s Go Little Kitty Cat

Tomura Shigaraki x Touya Todoroki x Twice x f!reader

Genre: Smut Notes: this was meant to be exclusive to patreon but they made me delete it lmao enjoy!! Warnings: 18+, dubcon, hybrid!au, kitty girl!reader, heat, gang bang, step-cest, name-calling, dacryphillia, blowjobs, clit rubbing, pet names, vaginal sex, tit-sucking, spitting, double penetration (one hole), throat-fucking, hair pulling, noncon filming, creampie & oral creampie ♡ Words: 2.8k

The tension between your thighs is unbearable. It’s close to agonising. A burning desire that can only be alleviated by someone willing. Your stepbrother is tired of you. You know he is; and yet you can’t seem to be able to help yourself. He has friends over. You can hear them all talking. Playing videos games and screaming at the TV.

“Tomu…” you flutter your eyelashes. Though he doesn’t hear you. He doesn’t even see you since you’re shyly hiding behind the door to his bedroom.

All you can hear is laughter and teasing. Touya making fun of Jin’s lack of gaming skills and Tomura laughing at his expense. If only you weren’t so bashful.

The lustrous want is growing stronger.

And soon, you don’t feel so shy.

You don’t even knock. Instead, you barge in and stand directly beside the TV which you can now see is displaying Super Smash Bros. They all look at you, momentarily, before focusing back on the TV. Standing next to it was a good call. You’re sure if you’d stood in front of it that your brother might have cause to kill you.

“What?” he asks, rudely, mashing buttons on his controller. You do nothing but twiddle your thumbs and a slew of ‘ums’ mumble out from between your lips. “What is it, brat?” he sighs. And you gulp, swallowing thickly and screwing your eyes closed. You turn your back to him; falling to your knees. You place your hands on the ground and raise your behind up at him. Your slinky black tail standing upright and revealing your pretty lace panties underneath your skirt.

“Tomur—”

“For fuck sake.” he mutters, kicking you lightly with his sneaker clad foot so that your body falls onto the floor. You sniffle, wiping your nose and fighting to hold back tears from the embarrassment of it all. It doesn’t work. “I’m busy.” he tells you, bluntly, focusing his attention back to the TV.

“S’wrong with her?” Touya wonders. He watches as you get back on all fours, clearly not humiliated enough as you try to entice your brother to take care of you as he always does.

“Slut’s in heat.” he responds. He exhales, defeated, pausing the TV to show his friends what a pathetic whore you are. He grips your tail with his fist, keeping it in place. His free hand is used to prod your panties and tease your folds.

All three men revel in how soaked you are. Your panties positively drenched.

“Tomura… please.” you sob.

“No.” he speaks. “I already fucked you this morning and in the middle of the night. I’m bored of you. Go away.”

“But—”

“I’ll fuck you, sweetheart.” Jin tells you, sticking his tongue through his teeth as his brows furrow and focus on his game. You can’t tell whether he’s joking or not. From Tomura’s lack of response, you think he’s just teasing.

You opt to ignore him. Turning to Tomura with watery eyes, though he pays you no mind. It’s getting worse. And you are growing even more desperate. You shuffle closer to him on your knees, resting your hands on his thighs. He looks down at you, his vision alternating quickly between his game and you.

“Behave.” he warns you.

But you don’t.

You carry on smoothing your hands up his thighs.

And suddenly, he’s winning the game. Touya and Jin can’t tear their gaze away from you. From what you’re doing to your brother. You unbutton his jeans and slide down the zip. He doesn’t stop you, either, which makes you think he wants you just as much as you want him.

He helps you pull down his jeans and underwear slightly, just enough for his cock to be released. He’s only semi hard, but you know a few kitten licks to his slit and a couple of pumps of your wrist will have him standing to attention.

You lap at his cockhead. His tip leaking and you consuming every little pearl of cum on your sensitive tastebuds. He is still focused on the game, starting a new round as his friends are enamoured by the sight of you licking his cock. They manage to concentrate on the TV for all of five seconds when you begin to take your brother down your throat.

“Unmf.” Tomura winces a little, your soft humming and accommodating throat getting the better of him. “You’re such a brat.” he comments. You giggle, but you don’t abandon your task. He doesn’t want you to stop; but in the same breath he doesn’t want to seem weak in front of his friends. He pushes your head off of his length and pulls you onto the bed beside him.

“Ouch…” you complain, massaging your wrist where he pulled you. “Why did you—”

Before you can finish, he’s holding your waist and pulling you onto his lap, moving your panties to the side and lining his cock up with your hole. You’re so flustered. Your hairline is damp, and your eyes might as well be dotted with hearts. Your tongue is lolling out of your mouth as he guides you down onto his length.

“T-Thank you.” you gasp as you try to ride him. But your attempt is thwarted, his hands grip your waist like a vice to keep you still.

“Sit still. Don’t move.” he commands. “Think you can just do what you want? Hm? Think you’re gonna come in here and flash your cunt and you’ll get what you want?”

“I—”

“The word you’re looking for is no.”

You whimper, slightly, but do your best to sit still. But it’s too fucking hard. He’s inside of you, now, he may as well just fuck you. He’s torturing you for no reason. Your heart rate is through the roof, and you start to grind against him.

His arm hooks around your body until his hand encases your neck.

“No.”

You sigh, allowing the tears resting in your lash line to spill down your cheeks. Jin reaches over to you, thick fingers scratching behind your ears and making them twitch excitedly. You look at him, and smile.

And Jin Bubaigawara is a weak man. He never has been able to resist a pretty face. He puts his Switch controller to one side and stands to his feet.

“Why are we playing a fucking game when we can be fucking your little sister?” Jin wonders. He almost sounds agitated that he even needs to ask. Touya sighs, laughing. Relieved that he got the necessary conversation in motion.

“C’mere, babe.” Touya demands, his finger performing a come hither motion while he pats his lap. And you want to. God you fucking want to. But you aren’t so sure. And you know Tomura won’t like it. He shuffles on the bed closer to Tomura, reaching over to the hot spot at the apex of your thighs and moving your panties further into the crease of your thigh. He prods your clit a few times with his finger before he swipes over it, softly. Your face contorts, and once again, you can’t help but begin to grind against Tomura. “Mmm, she likes it.” he grins.

“Get off.” Tomura cautions his friend, once again stopping you from moving. There’s no real malice or aggression to his order. Just another show of dominance.

“Shut up.” Touya responds. “How can you deny such a pretty girl the opportunity to cum? She just wants some cock, don’tcha, doll?” he continues. You nod, hurriedly, hoping the conversation will be enough to bring Tomura around.

“Fine. Take her.” Tomura nods, pushing you over to Touya.

Touya lets you straddle him. He holds the crown of your head so that he can keep you in place while he makes out with you. It’s slow, nasty and with so much tongue. He giggles at the way you moan for him. And he thinks it’s so adorable how you can’t help but rut your pussy against his rough jeans, making such a sticky mess of the denim material.

He holds an arm around your waist and flips you onto your back; still kissing you all the while. Touya is completely manhandling you. Spreading your legs open wide and flipping your skirt upwards. He takes your panties in two fists and rips them apart with a sharp tearing sound. And even that makes you moan.

“What a little whore you are,” he chuckles darkly, “I love this wet little cunt, don’t need to waste time stretching you out with my fingers first.”

You look at him with rose tinted glasses. Despite his crude words and abusive language; you can’t help but lust after him. He’s giving you what you want, after all. You observe him as he unbuckles his belt as fast as he can. His cock jumps out as soon as he pulls down his jeans and underwear just below his ass. He shoves himself into your warm walls all of the way to the hilt, almost cumming at the sound of you flinching from the impact.

“So gorgeous when you cry.” he laughs, starting to hump his length inside of your welcoming walls.

Tomura notices your distress. And as mean as he can be, he’s also incredibly sweet to you at times. And he’s very protective. He kneels close to your head, bending down to kiss you kindly. His tongue massaging against yours instantly puts you at ease.

Jin begins to feel left out. He shuffles towards you, too. He rips apart your crop top to reveal your bare breasts. Completely exposed to all three men in the room. He jiggles one in his hand for a moment. And then he lies down on his stomach. He latches his lips around your raised nipple. Suckling sweetly and carefully. Soft and gentle bites against it rush straight to your cunt. Your hips bucking while Touya continues to thrust inside of you.

Touya keeps your legs apart. They’re as wide as they can be. He presses one against the mattress and another up to your chest, using both to his advantage to fuck you harder.

Jin’s free hand slithers down your stomach until two thick fingers are toying with your clit. The sensation forces you to pull away from Tomura, not being able to focus enough on any one thing with your senses so overwhelmed.

“O-Oh fuck!” you yell. Tomura’s hand takes a firm grip of your jaw.

“Open up, slut.” he orders. You open your mouth wide. You flinch when he spits directly into your mouth. “You are a disgusting little whore with a filthy mouth.” he tells you. Your lip begins to wobble, upset by his words. But still, you find yourself desperate for his kiss.

“Naughty little whores don’t get kisses.” Touya grunts, only just managing to speak through his impending high.

“No, they don’t.” Tomura agrees. He guides his cock to your lips, smearing them in his pre cum. “I don’t want my cock sucked, baby. I want to fuck your throat.” he warns you. He presses his hand into the side of your face; keeping it trapped against the mattress.

“Mmpf!!” you gasp as he forces himself into your mouth. You can barely breathe, doing your best to remember to breathe through your nose as you feel him brutalising your throat. You begin to cry, unable to stop yourself or keep the tears from flowing.

“Why are you crying? You were the one begging for cock. Begging for cum. Look where it got you, you’ve tripled your profit.” Tomura cackles. He spits down harshly onto your cheek to further make his point.

“Ohhh, she’s so tight. So fucking tight. Are you gonna cum? Yeah… pretty girl’s gonna cum.” Touya muses, knowing if you clench any harder he won’t be far after you. “Gonna cum in this cunt, babe. Jus’ like you want.” he informs you.

You’re unravelling around him the harder he pounds, and you feel your body turn cold in contrast to the warm gooey substance flooding your insides. Jin releases your nipple as he observes the way your body spasms from your orgasm. Tomura pulls out before your vibrating throat full of wanton moans makes him cum.

Touya collapses on the bed beside you, the pair of you panting as you recover from your orgasms. Touya is allowed to rest.

You aren’t.

Jin drags you towards him, as he stands on his knees. He kisses you slowly, wanting to offer you some form of reprieve. He rolls your left nipple between his fingers as he tongues the inside of your mouth. It all feels so romantic despite what is actually happening. He leads his cock into you, holding your body close to his as you begin to ride him. He keeps a firm grip as he lets his body fall backwards. His shoulder blades against the mattress and allowing you to be on top of him. You moan, softly, into his mouth as you use him to fuck yourself.

“Take a deep breath.” he whispers. You pull away. Your confusion is evident even on your sleepy face. He kisses you and you kiss him back; not knowing it’s a distraction.

Tomura forces himself inside of your pussy and you can’t help but scream. Jin is huge. It was already a heavy feat in itself. But taking your brother’s thick cock in your cunt as well is a task too much.

“Ah! Tomura—!” you gasp.

“Shut up.” he spits, cruelly. “You wanted this. You’re getting what you asked for.”

“Hurts! Tomu… s-stop, s’really hurting m-me!” you explain.

“Touya, shut her up.”

You look over to Touya, he’s stroking his cock casually on the bed as he watches you get fucked by these two monstrous cocks. But at the request of his friend, he stands to his feet, walking around the bed until he’s standing directly in front of you. Lording above you.

It’s menacing.

“No teeth, doll, or I’ll really give you something to cry about.” he instructs you with an ominous warning.

You brace yourself, knowing what’s coming. He slots himself inside of your mouth and begins to hump inside of it. His refractory period is more than impressive. It’s fucking inhuman. He grasps a fistful of your hair, forcing you onto him so that he can fuck himself with your throat.

All the while, Jin and Tomura’s thrusts are matching. They’re tearing you in two and abusing your sweet spot all in one tantalising bout. You are all over the place. Too many sensations overcoming you at once. Jin returns to sweetly suckling on your nipples, expertly alternating between the two and still having enough focus to fuck you so perfectly.

“F-Fuck, take it you little bitch.” Tomura commands, his load spurting inside of your hole and accompanying Touya’s. Jin follows shortly after, his moans stimulating your tits even further as he refuses to release them from between his lips.

You tap frantically on Touya’s thighs, desperate for air. He grants your wish. For only a second. And then, he gives one last devastating thrust into your mouth, cumming inside. He continues to hold your mouth hostage with his length, forcing you to look him in the eye as he speaks.

“Do not swallow. Leave your fucking mouth open when I pull out.” he instructs.

All three men slowly retract their cocks from your body. Touya’s fingers are still interweaved in your hair. You can’t stop panting. You’re so sticky and overwhelmed. Your chin and lips are dripping with sperm, and you have an awful feeling that there’s more in store for you.

Alas, you’re wrong.

Touya pulls your hair back so that your head falls into Tomura’s pillows. You close your legs, trying your best to keep the obscene amount of cum inside. Tomura shakes his head, that isn’t allowed. Jin carefully opens them up for you, light pats against the inside of your knees are enough to do the trick.

“Look what a mess we made of her.” Jin grins, smoothing your hair out of your face.

“Your little sister is a dirty cum slut, isn’t that right baby?” Touya laughs, pulling out his phone as he films his combined handiwork with his friends. He takes a few pictures alongside it, too. “She’s leaking from every slutty hole.”

“Not every hole. Nobody went in her asshole, but there’s always next time.” Tomura speaks. “You hear that? Next time you stick your ass in my face I’m gonna fuck it.”

#mha x reader #bnha x reader #league of villains x reader #tomura shigaraki x reader #dabi x reader #touya todoroki x reader #jin bubaigawara x reader #hybrid au #tw dubcon #tw stepcest #tw name calling #tw dacryphilia #tw spit #tw hair pulling #tw noncon filming

694 notes · View notes

frickingnerd · 1 year

Text

patching up shigaraki after a battle

pairing: tomura shigaraki x gn!reader

tags: mentions of scars and wounds, hurt/comfort, healing quirk

you had a healing quirk and weren't much of a fighter, so the league of villains never brought you along when they were doing anything

however, every time they returned from one of their missions, it was your job to patch them up again

and shigaraki was always your priority, since he was the leagues leader

you always scolded him for coming back with so many wounds and scars

and he always pretended like he hated it when you were worrying about him

but he couldn't deny that he had a little crush on you

he didn't mind getting all those scars, if it meant he could spend a little more time with you

feeling your soft hands on his skin as you took care of him was enough to make him forget the pain he had just felt

429 notes · View notes

candycandy00 · 1 year

Text

This is the Welcome Post and the Fanfic Masterlist!

Requests for full fanfics are closed indefinitely! Choose Your Own Price Commissions are currently open! See info about commissioning me here.

Requests for Headcanons are currently open!

Headcanons are just my opinions on things, like how I think the characters would react to certain things or how they would behave in certain situations. Examples: “How would Shigaraki react to his girlfriend naming her pet cat after him?” Or “How would the JJK guys behave if you dragged them to a Denny’s at 3am?”

About Me

I’m currently 39 😱 I’m obsessed with the color pink and I’m a country girl (born, raised, and currently live in the Appalachian mountains). I speak with a thick southern accent. I collect figures. I’m a huge nerd in every way. I love comic books (both manga and American comics), video games (mostly JRPG’s, Otome/Dating Sims, and Survival Horror), Star Wars, Kaiju/Tokusatsu, and all things Horror. I read a lot, mostly fantasy and horror. I grew up in a conservative religious household and I’m still trying to unlearn a lot of bullshit, so please bear with me.

I write for two fandoms currently: Boku no Hero Academia and Jujutsu Kaisen. I might write for others at some point and I’ve written tons for other fandoms over the years. I also write original fiction. I would deeply appreciate any support (reblogs/comments/likes) for my original stuff because that’s where my true passion lies. I’m somewhat slow with posting updates to my fics but I promise I’m trying. I tag my x Reader fics with the x reader tag so that people who hate x reader can filter it out easily. I haven’t always done this so I’m in the process of going back and properly tagging everything.

I mostly post my writings here. It’s mostly fanfiction but there are some headcanons and opinionated rants here and there. I’m trying to go back and tag them all. You can look for the tags “Jjk headcanons” and “bnha headcanons” (that’s what I’ll be tagging them). Otherwise I mostly just reblog fanart and gif sets. I reblog fanfiction over on @candycandyreblogs. Consider it a curated library of excellent stories. Feel free to follow it! Every fanfic on there is amazing!

I’m always up for making friends! So feel free to message me and chat!

Boku no Hero Academia:

Shigaraki, Dabi, Mr. Compress, Twice, Spinner, Hawks.

Jujutsu Kaisen:

Sukuna, Gojo, Geto, Toji, Nanami, Choso.

No minors, no animals, no scat/pee/vomit.

I’m fine with dark content/rape/horror/gore/etc. I can do NSFW or SFW. Please specify if it’s not clear in your request.

Please specify the gender of the Reader (any gender is fine, no gender is fine).

That’s it! Anon is always on!

Feel free to ask me questions, give me suggestions, or just chat!

Headers by @kuroov

Just a list of the fics I've written so far so you can easily find what you'd like to read! If I've missed a fic or have a bad link or anything, please let me know!

All fics are arranged newest to oldest! All fics are 18+ and contain smut unless stated otherwise!

Shigaraki x Reader

Office Life (Gender Neutral Reader, Dub Con, Violent Fantasies)

The Scarecrow Walks at Night (Halloween fic, Shig as a Scarecrow)

Tentacle Tomura (Tentacles, Anal)

The Pirate and the Mermaid (AU) (Three Parts!)

Too Intense For you? (BDSM)

Reader Uses Mind Control Quirk on Shig

Dark Carnival Chapter 1 (Whips, Blood, Death)

Playing a Fighting Game - Loser has to Strip

Shy Reader Giving Shig a Christmas Present

Sitting on Shig's Lap While he Plays Games

Exhibitionism

Shig Corrupts Shy Hero's Sidekick Reader

Size Kink - Shig With Short Reader

Mommy Kink

Breath Play/Choking

Break Time (Reader is a Waitress with a Crush on Shig)

Dabi x Reader

The Visitors (Post Ending, Touya in Prison) NO SMUT

Zombie Apocalypse AU (Four Parts!)

Dabi Under a Lust Quirk

Dabi with Innocent Nun Reader

Piercing/Torture

Teasing that Leads to Rape/Non-Con

Trending Topics (Dabi Sees Reader's Pervy Tweets About Him)

Lazy Sex

Breeding Kink

Mr. Compress X Reader

The Experiment (Horror, Gore, Halloween Fic, Compress as a mad scientist)

Dark Carnival Chapter 2 (Blood, Gore, Death)

Mr. Compress x Reader With Bunny Quirk

Twice x Reader

Dark Carnival Chapter 3 (Horror, Blood) (Three Parts!)

Non-X Reader

League of Villains Heroes (Set after the end of the manga, the League has split up and are in therapy, but a new threat turns them into reluctant heroes.) Multi-Chapter. NO SMUT. (In Progress!)

Unmerry Christmases (Platonic ShigaDabi) NO SMUT

AFO x All Might Aladdin AU Master/Slave Dub-Con

Sukuna X Reader

The Doll House (AU, BDSM, Erotic Torture, Needles, Clamps, etc.) (Four Parts!)

Breaking You (Rape/Noncon, Blood, Torture, Humiliation, Double Penetration)

Serve Me, Save Me (Reader is a Rape Victim who joins Sukuna’s Harem after he inadvertently saves her) Part 1 | Part 2

The Offering (Dark, Dubcon, Blood, Rough) Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Gojo x Reader

The Doll House (AU, Dubcon, Chubby Reader, Pet Play, Anal, Bullying) (Four Parts!)

In The Library (College AU, Gojo and Geto bully Reader, Rape, Dark)

Promotion (Power Dynamics, Reader wants Gojo to promote her to Grade 1)

Christmas Past (Fluff, Drabble, Gojo x Geto in flashback) NO SMUT

Pick Me Up (Gojo x Reader x Geto, Halloween fic, Serial Killer AU) Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Human (Rape, Torture, Blood, Dark, Reader is a cursed spirit) (Two Parts!)

Little Miss Nobody (Plot, Rough Sex, Gojo is an asshole) Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Geto x Reader

In The Library (College AU, Gojo and Geto bully Reader, Rape, Dark)

The Doll House (Dubcon, Humiliation, Public Nudity, Dom/Sub Dynamics, AU) (Four Parts!)

Pick Me Up (Gojo x Reader x Geto, Halloween fic, Serial Killer AU) Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Toji x Reader

His Favorite Target (Toji is hired to kill you)

The Doll House (AU, Size Difference, Age Difference, Cock Drunkenness, Use of Aphrodisiacs) (Four Parts!)

Nanami x Reader

The Doll House (AU, Daddy Kink, Spanking, Hair Pulling, Reader is afraid of men.) (Four Parts!)

Choso x Reader

The Doll House (AU, Dom!Reader, Sub Choso, Teasing, Collars, Pegging) (Four Parts!)

Multi-Character

JJK Men as Pervy Mall Santas

Original X Reader

Roses in the Sky (Alien x Reader, Sci-Fi, Novel Length, Romance) (In Progress!)

#shigaraki x reader #dabi x reader #gojo x reader #geto x reader #Toji x reader #bnha x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk x reader #league of villains x reader

478 notes · View notes

pumpkin-cake · 1 year

Text

MHA Villains - Dates With Them

(includes - tomura shigaraki, touya todoroki, jin bubaigawara, atsuhiro sako)

warnings - mention of murder, cursing

it’s not like tomura can really take you out to dinner

but he does have a hobby that if you weren’t initially interested in, he could teach you

video games! that was easy enough, right?

even if you happened to be inexperienced, tomura will not hesitate to crush you in a game of super smash brothers

he plays either ridley or sepiroth

once you get too mad and rage quit since tomura is being a dick, he eventually compromises and you guys find a multiplayer game with teams so you guys can work together

you guys decide on lego starwars, and even so tomura has to tell you what to do a lot of the time

you guys just hang out and eat junk food together, and it ends with you conking out on his lap while he plays a single player game

unlike tomura, touya doesn’t give a single shit about being caught

yeah, it’s not ideal, but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t get to spend time with his beloved however he wants

the two of you find a nice spot in a nearby park late at night, and the two of you sit next to a small stream with koi swimming around peacefully (you made touya bring bread for the fishies)

you guys sat with your lower legs in the stream, his arm around your waist while you calmly tossed tiny pieces of bread into the stream for the koi

unfortunately, your alone time didn’t last long, and a jogger spotted the villain dabi

before she could call the cops at all, dabi stood and was instantly in front of her, his hands igniting with blue flames and she was gone, dust on the ground

he calmly sat down beside you and pulled you close

“don’t worry, love, we’re alone again.”

jin had zero ideas when you suggested a date

luckily, you had one! baking!

baking? jin didn’t know how to bake

you insisted it didn’t matter, and when he showed up at your place, you had everything prepared to make some kind of dessert

jin couldn’t remember the last time he had something sweet to eat

you were very patient, teaching him what to do and helping if he had any difficulty

you gave him an apron to protect his costume, and it was a good thing since the poor man was very clumsy and got flour and batter everywhere

once it was finished, you gently lifted the bottom of his mask and gave him a bite

he was instantly in love with baking, insisting you two do it more often

atsuhiro was known by his villain costume, which luckily included a mask to conceal his face

with him in a casual outfit, you both went to a magic show (his idea, of course)

he was thrilled, wondering if he could solve any of the tricks

he held your hand eagerly as you both took your seats, but his eagerness wore off after about five minutes

the ‘magician’ really wasn’t that special in his opinion, pulling rabbits out of hats and ‘sawing’ people in half

“oh please, this guy calls this magic? preposterous…”

you decided since he wasn’t having fun, you pulled him out and had him do some magic for you, and he seemed to enjoy this a lot more

he loved impressing you, and you never failed to praise him with your amazement and awe

#my hero acedamia #boku no hero academia #mha villains #league of villains #league of villains x reader #tomura shigaraki #dabi #touya todoroki #jin bubaigawara #twice #atsuhiro sako #mr. compress #x reader #gn!reader

183 notes · View notes

magewritesstories · 1 month

Text

Guys, I need Jujutsu Kaisen and My Hero Academia requests, I'm itching to write about them but need ideas! Send in some requests—fluff/headcanons/smau/chatfics��literally anything.

── MAGE

references: my jjk masterlist + my mha masterlist (its a wip) + my main masterlist

46 notes · View notes

invernaleflower · 2 years

Text

𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞𝐬

requested by: @gojohater101

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: some of this is based on attachment theory, it's definitely worth looking into

➯ DABI

Dabi has a dismissive avoidant attachment style. To get close to him, you must be trustworthy and patient, because as soon as he realizes he likes you, he’ll be more cold and distant.

Dabi will most likely be attracted to people who are bolder but have a soft side. Someone who’s smart and voices their opinions, is not afraid of confrontation and is very ambitious (this is a big one, Dabi hates people with no ambition), but at the same time can be gentle with him. He doesn’t receive kindness very well, but it’s something he definitely needs.

He’s most likely to receive affection through words of affirmation (though he’ll still be a bitch about it) and quality time. When giving affection, he likes acts of service and presents. It’s 50/50 whether he likes physical touch, in my mind he has hands on his partner all the time but doesn’t like to be touched because of the burns and scars

He won’t get along with people who are overly talkative and pushy or people who don’t have goals, as I mentioned. He can’t stand people who don’t respect his boundaries and that always results in him being violent. He also hates whiny and pretentious people.

➯ SHIGARAKI

Shiggy has a fearful avoidant attachment style. Just like Dabi, he panics as soon as he realizes he likes someone, except Shiggy has no emotional regulation skills or a stoic facade like Dabi, so he is very aggressive about it and actively tries to push you away.

His ideal type is people who are more loyal and sweet rather than bold. He’d like to have someone reliable and stable, who can handle his temperament. As much as he changed during the Paranormal Front arc, he’d still love someone who will ride or die for him. Once he stops feeling like having feelings for someone is a curse, he’ll cling to his s/o. Someone with a secure attachment style is most likely to be ideal for him.

This is just a lot of words to say he has parental issues so he wants a maternal/father figure.

He likes both receiving and giving words of affirmation and acts of service, although he's not always the best at expressing affection. He hates physical affection at first, but most likely grows into it because he is so touch starved.

He can’t stand pretentious, arrogant, loud and disrespectful people. I don’t think he dislikes someone with a bubbly personality, but he doesn’t like overly extroverted people.

➯ TWICE

Jin has an anxious attachment style. When he forms a connection, he clings to it and is constantly worried about his loved one leaving him due to his past. It’s quite easy to get close to him and he’ll be happy to form a connection.

His ideal partner is someone who’s understanding, loyal and trustworthy, as well as someone with an extroverted, funny personality. He would be over the moon with someone who matches his intensity and sense of humor while being able to manage him splitting and often freaking out about it. He also would be attracted to someone who’s a maternal figure.

He enjoys receiving words of affirmation and physical touch, while he likes to give quality time, acts of service and physical touch as well. He’s very very affectionate and likes someone who reassures him. Honestly, he just has lots of golden retriever energy.

He can’t stand people who are overly mean and cruel or have no compassion for others. He prioritizes his friends and connections, so someone who’s selfish and rude is a big turn off for him. People who are too closed off also don’t work out very well with him.

➯ TOGA HIMIKO

Toga also has an anxious attachment style, except she’s way more obsessive about it. As we’ve seen with Izuku and Ochaco, once someone catches her attention, she’ll do anything in her power to get close to them. So, it’s not hard to get close to her, but at what cost? lmao

She likes people who are kind hearted, bubbly and cute. At first glance, she’d love someone with a girly or cutesy pastel aesthetic. People who are soft spoken or innocent and who care a lot about others, despite being villains. She loves romantic and funny people. I feel like I’m repeating myself because everyone in the LoV seems to have parental issues, BUT Toga especially would love a maternal or older sibling figure.

She’d give affection by presents and physical touch, and would like to receive love by acts of service and words of affirmation. Sometimes she can be overly touchy, even. And she’ll bring her partner whatever she finds especially adorable.

Similar to Twice, she won’t be fond of people who are too selfish and don’t care about others; rude, standoffish, arrogant and judgemental people. I also think people who are more reserved and avoidant wouldn’t work out very well with her because she can be almost suffocating and not respect boundaries sometimes.

➯ MR. COMPRESS

Literally the only person with a secure attachment style, and I still have my doubts because he may just be avoidant. But he seems more skilled in terms of maintaining connections or at least he has good diplomatic skills so he gave off that vibe lmao. Getting close to him isn’t very hard, but he does take some time to actually trust someone.

He loves people who admire him, as selfish as it sounds. As an entertainer, he likes to catch people’s attention (it’s literally his job), so someone who praises him and it’s invested/interested in his arts is very precious to him. Otherwise, he loves people who are mature, independent, rational and smart. He does admire kindness, but he wants a person who matches him mentally. He’s already sort of a parental figure in the League, so someone in the same “level” as him so to speak would be very attractive. I think he’d like ambitious people a lot, since he seems to admire Shigaraki and be fond of Dabi; they’re both smart people driven by ambition.

His love languages while giving would be presents and words of affirmation (this is the smoothest mf in the entire League, he’ll shower his partner in praise and flirt with them all the time). He’ll enjoy receiving words of affirmation and quality time.

Can’t stand overly selfish and childish people. I can see him getting along with lots of different personalities, but he’d be annoyed at people who are too emotional and egocentric.

#request #dabi x reader #bnha x reader #league of villains x reader #shigaraki x reader #bnha twice x reader #jin bubaigawara x reader #mr compress x reader #sako atsuhiro x reader #toga x reader #mha x reader #invernaleflower

918 notes · View notes

flamingtouya · 8 months

Text

𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 —

pairing: dabi + afab!reader

word count: 4471

cw: nsfw, smoking, alcohol, fingering, unprotected sex, pining, lots of flirting, dabi being a lovesick mess

summary: dabi doesn't know love. doesn't know tenderness. he doesn't dare seek it out, always denying himself the one thing he's afraid he won't be able to get enough of once he's had a taste. but you - oh, you - you're too intriguing to not get a little too close.

Silence is its own form of violence.

Silence has a way of consuming Todoroki Touya’s heart and swallowing him whole. Silence, to him, is as loud as the infinite rage burning at the core of his heart, the one that hollows out the space between his ribs and leaves him bare. Even though he died years ago, silence is the one thing that eats away at his soul and spits it back up, exposing him to the rawness, the viciousness of his untamed emotions. It renders him unguarded. Naked. So utterly, laughably vulnerable.

It only makes sense that Dabi likes to avoid silence.

His skin prickles with anticipation and his palms light up, wicked euphoria pulling on every muscle in his body and making his heart pound up in his ears. “Y'know, I was in a good mood just now,” he snarls. "Piss off while you still can.”

The villain in front of him flexes his quirk, four muscular arms stretching wide enough to block the way out of the dead-end alley. Dabi tilts his head to the side at the pathetic intimidation attempt. Something about this particular group of lowlifes is rubbing him the wrong way - their obnoxious cockiness, sheer confidence in their numbers, the taunting stares, as if to say 'Pity, you got lost on our turf'. He's not quite sure. Doesn't know, doesn’t care. They want blood. He’ll give it to them. One of the men shouts a vile insult in his direction, but the venom dies in his throat the moment Dabi flashes his most deranged grin, all teeth and manic ecstasy. “Then die.”

Blue flames engulf the alley in an instant. Vicious and bloodthirsty, as though they're being driven by a murderous rage of their own, feeding on the meal that was gifted to them. Adrenaline explodes in Dabi’s stomach; His back muscles ache, staples tugging on the scarred flesh, limbs screaming in agony - it’s pure exhilaration. The men's gargling screams cease within seconds, bright heat retreating just as fast as it had appeared. One body hits the ground. Then another. And another. The gang leader's charred corpse drops mere inches from Dabi's feet. Dabi steps forward, making it a point to bury his boot in the spot where the villain's face used to be.

"Stepped in shit."

He puts his hands in his pockets and walks away, as he'd done so often before. To any sane person, the sight of the bodies left behind would be as vomit-inducing as the accompanying stench of burnt flesh. But Dabi has gotten so terribly used to it, his nose doesn’t even itch.

By the time he comes down from his high, the smoke begins to dissolve into the night sky and silence comes crashing down around him once again.

_________________________________________

Your figure is draped across the couch, face hidden behind the cover of a dusty novel. The room is quiet, save for the occasional turning of a page and the rhythmic tapping of your fingers against the book’s spine. Some of the cigarette cinder falls beside the tray and you flick it again, this time deliberately letting it fall onto the wanted poster below and watching as the ash slowly eats a hole into the crumpled paper.

Dabi barges in without so much as kicking his boots off. Before you can even properly take in how dishevelled he looks he’s made his way past you, not sparing you a glance, perhaps not even fully realising you're there. You don’t say anything, just furrow your eyebrows and stare at the fresh burn on the back of his neck as he rummages through the cupboard behind the bar.

It's too shallow to leave a scar. Probably. If it heals right. If he lets it heal right. He won't, though, won't even use the ointment that Toga had gotten him from the pharmacy, purchased with her own money (that she had stolen, but it's the thought that counts). Even Tomura called him stupid when he refused. Which Dabi definitely was when it came to self-preservation. Or lack thereof. So there sits the new patch of fresh red on his neck, waiting to dry out and join the sea of scars on his shoulders.

It takes you more effort to tear your eyes away than you’d like to admit. Suddenly, the small crinkle on the corner of page 106 is very interesting.

Dabi finally gets his fingers on some cheap Whiskey and raises the bottle to his lips without bothering to pour a glass. A waste, really. He gulps down three, four mouthfuls, seemingly unbothered by the streaks of liquid that seep through his teeth and trickle down onto his collarbone. Satisfied when his throat is burning with the same intensity as the scorched skin under his shirt, Dabi slams the bottle on the counter. He blinks six, seven times before the wooden texture under his fingers begins to blur. Soon enough he’s cooled down, the annoying buzzing in his head replaced by a soothing numbness.

But the quiet around you is eating him alive. Still waters run deep, and Dabi wants to keep things shallow wherever he can. So he does something he’s never done before - something he thinks he’ll end up cursing himself for.

He acknowledges your presence.

"You read?"

You glance up from the page, giving him a suspicious once-over before diving back into the safety of your book. "You speak?"

Neither of you say anything for days afterward.

____________________________

It’s you who breaks the silence next.

“You’re filthy,” you comment when he returns at the crack of dawn. And you reek of burns. You don’t expect any kind of response. But Dabi is a man of many surprises, even as generous as to look your way when he retorts, “you’re nosy.”

He’s clutching his elbow with one hand and opening the bar cupboard with the other. Glancing at the trail his boots leave on the floor, you wrinkle your nose and decide to push your luck.

“Do you have to get blood on the carpet?”

“Shut up.”

“It’s disgusting enough as it is.”

He lets you interpret his lack of a response as agreement, or maybe you’ve seen him like this often enough to know how loud his head is buzzing already.

By the next time he makes it back later than he should, the bottle of Whiskey is waiting for him on the counter.

____________________________

He doesn’t notice. Not at first. How this is turning into a game of cat-and-mouse. You and Dabi dance around each other like fire would around gasoline, and it’s starting to irritate him. He finds himself removing his boots before plopping into the couch seat across from yours. Always irritated when you brush him off. Always amused that he can’t seem to get a rise out of you.

“You’re smoking hot tonight, sweet cheeks.” He grins. “Spare me a cigarette?”

You look up from whatever meaningless video is playing on your phone. He’s done this a few times before, calling you ‘sweetheart’ and ‘princess’ in that mocking tone of his. You don’t mind, because talking to Dabi is like talking to an NPC most of the time anyways and it at least shows he considers you someone worth name-calling. Instead of meeting his face, your eyes fall on the half-empty Whiskey he’s gripping a little too tightly. He frowns.

“If you hand me that bottle.”

Dabi rolls his eyes. As if he’s ever going to consider such a trade. Maybe some part of him actually is. He doesn’t allow himself to think about it, lest he’s forced to admit that the alcohol does indeed taste bad. “Fuck you.” He sways the bottle in your direction. “But I’m down to share. Feeling generous tonight.”

It’s your turn to roll your eyes. “Don’t want to. Haven’t had alcohol in a while.”

“A shame. You should try it. Makes you give less of a fuck,” he says, and for a moment you’re taken aback by the honesty. That’s the thing about Dabi; All you ever get is fleeting glimpses of sincerity, a split second where his persona slips and he’s forced to feel something. You don’t acknowledge it out loud, taking the pieces as they come and even if some don’t fit quite right, you never pry. Dabi appreciates it, you think. As far as his appreciation goes, anyways. The man before you is a riddle that doesn’t want to be solved.

He’s back to himself in a heartbeat and you realise he’s looking at you, expecting an answer.

“But then I’d ignore you completely,” you nod in his direction. “And you wouldn’t have any fun trying to annoy me.”

He ponders for a moment and takes another swig. A hint of a triumphant smile tugs at the corners of your lips and you allow it to show when he’s not looking.

____________________________

It creeps up on him, how aggravatingly familiar your presence is becoming. He hates the word, hates the implications of it. You’re not family. He’d like to think you’re far more annoying, if that’s even possible.

So when he returns particularly early one night and you’re not in your usual spot on the couch, he’s… puzzled. There’s no book, no ashtray, no charger on the floor. No trace of you having been here tonight. In one of the drawers lie several burner phones - he fetches one and punches your number in. The exposed skin on his wrist protests at the friction.

> the fuck you at?

He’s about to go on a scavenging hunt behind the bar when the phone buzzes.

> out

"No shit," Dabi scoffs. He debates whether or not he should leave it at that. His fingers make the decision for him, typing out a response before his head has fully caught up.

> shit answer. try again

He wants to toss the phone away but his eyes are glued to the message that pops up immediately.

> watasecho bridge

Dabi frowns at your choice of a quiet spot. He's got an approximate idea of where you are. A few minutes later he's navigating through a narrow passage that leads to the platform below the railway bridge, where most of the lamps are either broken or have been smashed to bits. It's no less eerie than he remembers. Watasecho is where people go looking for trouble, after all.

He’d know. He's cremated a man here.

Dabi sucks in his breath and turns the corner. Something whirls by him, coming dangerously close to slicing his ear and hitting concrete behind him with a graceless ‘clink’.

His eyebrows go up in surprise but his posture remains relaxed, shoulders slouched, one hand in the pocket of his jacket and the other coming up to check for blood. "You missed."

"If I wanted to impale your neck, I would've."

"I know, sweet cheeks. But unfortunately for you, I'm as un-impaled as ever."

You huff at the snark in his tone. "Don't make me reconsider."

“So mean. Even though I just got here.” Dabi takes his spot beside you, resting his elbows on the railing. The only lights around were the lamps from the highway below, illuminating your face in a way that made his stomach feel a little too light for his liking.

You shrug. “Figured you wouldn’t bother.”

"Please, I'm a bother. You should know," he says. Of all people, you should know. And you do.

You press the cigarette butt against the railing and stick another in your mouth.

“How so? Indulge me.”

“If you give me that pack,” he mocks. It’s your turn to scoff, though you can’t deny that there’s a visible hint of a smile there, too. You pretend to contemplate for a moment. “No,” you muse. “I don’t think I will.” You hold the lighter close and flick it. Nothing happens. Try again. Nothing.

The piece of shit is empty.

You let out a frustrated groan and Dabi snatches it from you, inspecting the cheap plastic before giving it a good flick down the highway. It barely misses an oncoming truck. “Looks like you’re in a pinch.”

You tilt your head to look at him, cigarette still in mouth. “Can you be not annoying for like, two minutes?”

“It has nothin’ to do with whether I can, and everythin’ to do with whether I want to. And the answer to that,” he says, “is ‘No’.” You pout. Sure enough, Dabi does nothing to hide his amused smirk. “Say ‘please’ and I might help you out.”

The implication isn’t lost on you. Warmth pools in your stomach and you raise an eyebrow at him, playing with the cigarette between your lips, fumbling through your pockets in hopes that another lighter would magically appear. You huff when it doesn’t. “I’d rather go through withdrawal.”

Dabi exhales deliberately, making a point of dropping his shoulders. “Such a piece of work.”

He takes the cigarette from your lips and puts it to his, pinching the end between his thumb and index finger. The stick lights up briefly. You begrudgingly mutter your thanks and reach for it but Dabi leans away from you, not breaking your gaze. Shoulders wide and shiteating grin plastered on his face, he chuckles as he takes the first drag. The staples at the corners of his mouth tug on the purplish skin when he exhales, visibly amused when the smoke blows in your direction.

You roll your eyes and groan, though your voice is softer than you’re used to when you speak; "You're a chronic nuisance and nobody loves you."

"Sweetheart, I'm well aware."

You finger another cigarette from the pack and hold it out to him expectantly. To your surprise, he complies. The flame he conjures dances around the tip of his finger. Up close like this, it’s… warm.

It’s not supposed to be. Dabi isn't supposed to be warm or comforting or any of those things. He’s vicious, cold-blooded. Ruthless and vengeful. His sins are written over his body from the cheekbones to the shoulders, wrapped around his torso and hips, and most recently, his hands. The burns that used to hug his wrists so tenderly are beginning to crawl toward his knuckles. He’s not supposed to feel like warmth. Vicious. Cold-blooded. He’s a despicable person, inside and out.

Beyond despicable. That’s why you hate him, you think.

That's why you… what?

You’re smacked out of your trance when his hand drops to his side. Thankfully his attention seems to be on the highway below. It’s not very busy, but it’s something to focus on. Slowly, you bring the cigarette to your lips and inhale. Your body welcomes the tobacco's bitterness as it creeps into your lungs and manages to dissolve some of the tension between your shoulders.

Dabi burns through half of his cigarette in under a minute. His chest rises and falls rhythmically, shoulders dropped when he tilts his head back, eyes closed. Nothing to keep the silence at bay. He invites it in, soaks it up and lets it burn for a little bit before his body forces him to exhale again.

It strikes you then that he’s… beautiful. His jaw is sharp and the slight curve of his nose all the softer. You wouldn't call him pretty. Handsome, maybe, despite his scars and jarred edges. Definitely attractive. Even the wind seems to think so as it caresses his hair in a way that makes your heart sting with envy. For some reason, Dabi looks small. Unguarded, with his throat exposed like that.

"There a reason you keep eyefucking me?"

The tranquillity around him vanishes in an instant, replaced by that familiar, snarky arrogance. Dabi's eyes open and flicker to your figure. You hold your breath. “There a reason you keep burning yourself up like that?”

He seems to consider your words as he takes one last drag. “Maybe I just like to chase death around the block,” he says, voice laced with endearing sarcasm. “Keeps things interesting.”

“Then I’ll just have to guess why you decided to humour me tonight.”

"Because I hate you," he lies.

Huh.

You giggle, and the giggle bubbling up turns into laughter. Dabi’s heart skips a beat. You don’t see how his mouth opens and closes, don’t see how he almost, almost smiles, relishing in the moment - the crinkles in the corner of your eye when you laugh, the lovely sound of your joy - what the fuck did he say again?

It’s kind of amusing, frankly. “I really don’t think that you do,” you say, evidently confident even though your heart is racing.

So is his, but he doesn’t let it show, tries to bury it before the pounding in his chest escapes. Dabi raises an eyebrow. “That your second quirk?”

"More of a natural gift, actually.” You have his undivided attention, the intensity of his gaze boring right through you as you speak. “Can’t really help it. I just know when people lie."

Dabi freezes. The cigarette butt between his fingers crumbles to ash in an instant.

"You are not who you say you are, Dabi."

How far should you go?

"What you’re hiding is none of my business.”

This far.

“But you are not here for Stain's cause, and you really don't like Whiskey - I don't get why you force yourself to pretend you do.”

Just a little bit further.

“But it seems you do believe that nobody loves you."

Maybe too far.

Maybe it doesn’t matter.

Not with him.

Dabi hasn’t moved, hasn’t made any attempt to murder you either, so you push it. You bring your palm up to his face, stopping mere inches from his scarred jawline.

"And you do not hate me."

"I do."

Maybe he should just ignite you on the spot. If he burns hot enough, there won’t be a corpse left to be found. He mentally shuffles through a multitude of scenarios in which he convinces Shigaraki that they were better off without you.

For some stupid fucking reason, he comes up blank.

Your hand withdraws from him, coming to rest at your side. He flinches at the sudden loss. Fucking flinches, like you’ve scorched him with the mere implication of your touch.

Something in your chest is trying to get out. For a second there you might burst. Hell, if that means he can finally see that you care, really care, you might as well. Some things aren’t meant to be said out loud and if Dabi is still capable of softness, you’re hoping he feels it too, the thing that passes between the two of you. Your heart aches for him in ways that shouldn’t be possible and yet here you are, standing before the man that’s lost count of how many lives he’s taken. Longing for him to need you the way you need him to.

"I can't get rid of that emptiness in you."

"You're right," he says, and it’s much easier when he knows you see right through his lies. "You can't."

“I don’t think anybody can.”

Something in the back of his mind cries out. He’s turned the happy smile on your face into a sad one - one that wants to wipe off your face, not violently, not with harsh words, but tenderly. His eyes flicker to your cheek, your neck, your lips.

It’s silent.

“But I can kiss you.”

Oh.

Yeah. Dabi thinks he would like that.

His lips meet yours, not even giving you a chance to think or breathe, and before you fully realise that it’s really happening you're kissing him back, all lips and tongue and teeth and a slight whimper escapes you. Mercifully, he doesn't stop to comment, but there's a hint of smugness when he slips his tongue into your mouth. His hands find your hips and he guides you backwards until your back is against the concrete. He has you completely, pressing you into the wall and holding you like he's afraid you're going to disappear any moment.

Your head feels fuzzy, eyes prickling and cheeks hot. His lips leave yours and find your jawline instead, teeth grazing. You roll your hips forward and brush over the bulge that’s forming in his crotch. There's a hint of a throaty moan and you can't help but laugh at him for it.

“Shut up,” he muttered against the crook of your neck, teeth and tongue sucking and nibbling on the already tender skin.

"Make me."

He firmly grips your chin with two fingers. It’s ridiculous, how he has you submit to him so easily, sending shivers of excitement down your spine and making you weak in the knees. With all the mental strength you can muster, you smile up at him triumphantly. “You didn’t drink.”

“Had a reason not to.”

“And why is that?”

Dabi bites down on your throat, too soft to draw blood but hard enough to make you freeze.

He pushes the fabric aside and presses a finger against your wet entrance, and you could swear his voice drops an octave. “Keep runnin’ that mouth of yours and find out.”

Fuck.

Your eager cunt swallows his finger to the knuckle and he doesn't bother to add another, enjoying how you whimper at him teasing your softness and pressing against your cervix, just barely, enough to make you want more.

There are slight alterations to his rhythm and you trust each and every one of them as he searches for the pace that makes you squirm the way he wants you to. You lose track of your moans when he finds it, slow and deep enough to reach pleasure inside you that you didn’t know you had. He coaxes moan after moan out of you, growing harder with every grind of your thigh against his crotch.

“Stop being such a goddamn tease and just fuck me already.”

“This is all you’re gettin’ for being such a goddamn brat.”

“Oh, shut- ah- up. You love it.”

“I hate it,” he corrects.

“You- fuck,” you gasp, fingers digging into his shoulders for support.

He laughs - it’s a low and husky laugh, one that makes your breath hitch and your pussy clench around his digit. His movements are slow but firm as he begins to pump his finger in and out of you at a steady pace, curling ever so slightly when it brushes against your sweet spot. It’s cute, he thinks, how weak you are for him.

Dabi has the audacity to lock eyes with you as the inevitable smirk makes its way onto his face. He has no business looking this smug with his erection pressed up against your thigh, but here he is. Hungry for your touch, starved for the sensation of being buried inside of you as though he’s always known how badly he needs it. Whatever he’s going to say is lost when your lips crash into his again and it’s him who lets a moan slip.

“I hate you,” he growls.

“Such a sweet-talker.” You lazily drag your tongue up his cheek and place a kiss on his temple. There’s the way he gasps just a little too audibly to go unnoticed, the way his fingers dig into your flesh too tightly.

"From the first time I saw you, I've hated your guts."

You hum, rolling your hips against his and feeling him pulsate. Dabi hisses when you squeeze your thighs, pulling and pushing him with every deliberate motion. Nails digging further into your thigh as he lets out a raspy moan. The sensation drives both of you crazy, the knot in your stomach suddenly feeling very hot and tight.

"I ah- I hate you in ways you can't- fuck- imagine."

His forehead is pressed against your shoulder, teeth lightly grazing your neck. You finally have him where you want him, almost daring to protest when he pulls his finger out of you but you unbuckle his belt instead, pulling down the hem of his underwear to reveal his full length.

Your eyes widen at the sight. “Holy shit, you’re big.”

“Don’t worry, you’ll be able to take it,” Dabi says with what little restraint he can muster. “Take it for me? Please?”

And how could you deny him such a sweet request?

He lifts you up and props you onto the concrete. It’s not cold at all, you realise, and when his hot palm caresses the curve of your ass, it’s clear why. You pull him closer by the hips and he slides into you. Not wholly at first, as if to test your limit. You reassure him that it’s fine, you can take it, and god does he fill you up nicely when he bottoms out. It’s like his cock was always meant to be buried inside you.

“Fuck,” he curses, “Fuck- fuck. Fuck-”

It’s unlike any meaningless fuck he’s ever had. The grip your pussy has around him is the most heavenly sensation Dabi’s ever felt, something so divine it’s making him want to whisper prayers into your skin.

“‘S okay,” you whisper instead, “I got you.” Even though he’s the one holding you close like his life depends on it. Your fingers slip under his shirt and around his torso, pulling him forward to trap him in another heated kiss.

One can only deny the truth for so long before it begins to eat them alive. You've crawled into his heart and made your home there. He tried to claw you out, but you ignite a feeling in him that he's desperately failed to put out. Touya was one to feed the flames - always had been.

So when you reach your high he holds you close, picking up the pace at which he ruts into you once you’re pushed over the edge. Stars cloud your vision and you’re letting yourself fall backwards because you know he’s there to catch you, his grip around your back firm despite how hard his thighs are shaking when he spills into you. His thrusts are short but deep. Your fingernails scratch along his shoulder and he fucking loses it when you bite down on his neck and moan his name. Some of him is leaking and running down your thigh already but he fucks it back into you, coming undone with the sweetest, most honey-coated moan you’re ever heard.

Dabi’s eyes meet yours, pleasure and ecstasy written all over them as you both bask in the afterglow. You brush your thumb across his cheek to wipe away the bloody drop that runs down from his right eye, gently inspecting if any of the staples had come undone.

Dabi puts his hand over yours, guiding it to his lips where he places a kiss on your knuckles before letting go. You rest your forehead against his shoulder and allow yourself to breathe in the dewy blue of the night.

♡

Some of us only know love as pain. Every positive emotion is intertwined with an incurable, deep-rooted sadness. I believe that Dabi would express his love in a way that people who’ve been traumatically sabotaged from forming any good relationships would; denying himself the good parts and ultimately being overwhelmed when they become too strong to ignore.

If you enjoyed this, consider reblogging or giving me some love in the replies or on AO3 <3

#dabi #dabi x reader #touya todoroki #touya x reader #todoroki touya #bnha #dabi x you #touya x you #bnha x reader #todoroki touya x reader #todoroki toya x reader #league of villains #league of villains x reader #bnha x you #i've been working on this for a while and i'm honestly super happy with it #my writing #x

328 notes · View notes

babygirldabi · 1 year

Text

Runaway Part 2

CW: MDNI, 18+ themes, porn without much of a plot, f!reader, mentions of domestic abuse, oral sex, hard sex, degradation, praise, Daddy kink, creampie, This took a minute so you better like it, fair warning that I didn’t do a ton of editing, might do a part 3, who knows

Your first couple of days with the League are awful. Shigaraki and Dabi interrogate you until you’re blue in the face. Shigaraki goes into a deep dive on the internet, reading every detail of your life that the media has had any inkling of. After you’ve had to recount every bit of your abusive marriage, again, hear yourself explain how you’re basically a total failure to Hero society, again, Shigaraki puts you on what he kindly refers to as “bitch duty.” You cook, you clean, you keep your mouth shut- you assume that this is a hazing of some sort and just go along with it. The league members come and go as they please, all without a word to you except to give you another order (Though Toga throws you winks and secret smiles at least three times a day), all except Dabi, who you know Shigaraki has put on “bitch babysitting duty”. As you scrub the floors, wash dishes, dust and mop, Dabi lounges around headquarters, trying to pretend he’s not watching your every move. After his coldness following the hookup, you two don’t speak much, which only makes this more awkward. It’s better than being dead, you reason, and it’s better than being stuck in your marriage, worried for your life. At least here, the rules are clear and concise; follow orders, prove yourself, and you can live. Maybe you can even help, eventually.

Dabi mostly stays on the couch or putters around his room, smoking, flipping through magazines, watching tv, glancing at you whenever your downcast eyes are focused on something other than him. He’s not thrilled with the babysitting duty, but keeps telling himself that it’s only temporary. He misses being out on the streets, causing mayhem, chasing pussy. This is a temporary annoyance, he tells himself, heaving a sigh as he flips a page in whatever bullshit magazine he’s reading now. Think of it like a vacation.

The thing is, Dabi cannot stop fucking thinking about you.

He would never admit it out loud; it sounds pathetic even when he’s just thinking it. He’s used to hook-ups and then kick-outs, never worrying about any girl he might fuck by the time he’s done cumming in her. But you, you can’t leave. You live here now. And you’re so different from any other girl he’s fucked, you’re not some villain-chaser from the street. You’re educated, you’re smart, you’re strong- he can see all that and he’s known you for about five seconds. He can’t stop thinking about the sounds you make when you come unglued, how tight you were, how you bounced on his cock. In fact, he’s had to take several trips to the bathroom over the last few days to fuck his fist in private over it. He’s a fucking mess, and it’s embarrassing, but he can’t stop thinking about the next time he can work his way into your cunt, make you say his name.

Your first couple of nights, you slept in his bed alone, and he chose to sleep against the door to ensure you weren’t going to bolt. But his fucking back hurts, and the floor isn’t getting any softer. That’s why, around 11 pm, when Shigaraki finally dismisses you for the night and you come into the room, he has himself situated very carefully on one side of the bed.

You pause in the doorway, hand freezing in the spot where it was rubbing the back of your neck, and take him in, shirtless, smoking a cigarette and reading a book as though this is a normal bedtime routine for the two of you. You don’t say anything until he offers you a wry smile and pats the empty side of the bed.

“Bedtime, dear,” he drawls. “Turn off the light.”

Slowly, you reach over and flip the switch, flooding the room in darkness, and shut the door behind you. “I thought you were gonna be on the floor again,” you mumble. Clumsily, feeling him watch you, you begin to undress, turning away from him towards the door and shedding the clothes that Toga has lent you.

“I was going to, but my back is killing me from the floor, and not for nothing, I don’t think you’re gonna try and leave, considering you have absolutely nowhere to go.” He smiles as you throw a glare at him, but keep your mouth shut, because, after all, he’s right. He continues, “and i don’t want to be hobbling tomorrow for your first mission.” He waits for you to process this, watching as you step into Toga’s sweatpants and yank a thin tank top over your head.

You spin to face him. “My first…?”

“Surprise.” he flashes you a blindingly white smile that you can see even in the dimness. “Shig decided that your third day will be a test. He wants to see how you do out on the streets.”

“Wow,” you mutter, undoing your bun to fix your hair and put it up more securely.

“Of course, you know that if you try to run, or otherwise fuck us, we have to kill you,” he adds, conversationally, but there’s an edge to his voice that makes you shiver.

“I know.”

“Good. Well,” his voice suddenly brightens. “Bedtime. You need your rest.” He’s half-mocking you, and you roll your eyes as you gingerly climb into your half of the narrow bed and pull the covers around your shoulders.

“Nice and cozy,” he chuckles, then turns on his side so that your backs are facing one another. “I can’t wait for you to get your own fucking room.”

Same here, you try to say, but the day has worn you out, and you’re asleep before you can actually formulate a response.

An indiscriminate amount of time later, you wake up suddenly. It’s still nighttime; the streetlights flood the room, and you can’t figure out why you’re filled with anxiety before you realize that Dabi has wrapped himself around you in his sleep, and something is wrong.

His face, the little bit that you can see, is tucked against your chest and contorted; his body twitches against you, fingers squeezing at your waist; his chest heaves.

“Dabi- Dabi? Wake up-” gingerly, you reach down to shake his shoulder softly. “Dabi, I think you’re having a nightmare, wake up-”

“No,” he moans, turning his face up to yours, you can see how desperately he’s trying to pull himself out of the dream. “Stop-”

His arms wrap around you tighter, cutting off your breathing, making you gasp. The wind is knocked out of you, and you shake his shoulder again, a little harder. “Dabi, please- I can’t breathe-”

His eyes fly open to meet yours, and he lets you go immediately, swearing as he sits up and swings his legs over the side of the bed so that his back is to you. His shoulders heave as he catches his breath, wiping sweat from his forehead.

You sit up, leaning on your elbow, wanting to reach out to touch him and check in, but fully aware that it would be a dangerous move to make. You both sit in silence for a couple minutes in the dark, listening as his breathing slows to normal.

“Are you okay?” you finally whisper. You can’t bring yourself to touch him.

Still facing away from you, one long arm snakes out to the bedside table and grabs an open pack of cigarettes. The blue flame from his index finger briefly throws shadows around the room as he lights up, taking a long drag.

He’s silent for so long, you’re beginning to think he didn’t hear you. Finally, he mutters, “yeah.”

“You’re okay?”

“I said yeah.”

“Do you need anything…?”

“I need my own room back.” It comes out harsher than he wants it to, and he feels you cringe away from him, sitting up and grabbing your pillow.

“‘M sorry. I can sleep on the floor,” you offer, as he turns to face you and grabs your wrist, preventing you from actually getting up.

“You’re not sleeping on the floor.”

“Well, you shouldn’t have to either, this is your room-”

“Neither of us are sleeping on the floor,” he says firmly, still avoiding your eyes as he takes another drag of his cigarette. He’s embarrassed, you realize, trying to take some control of the situation. You fall silent, letting him take charge.

“Lay down,” he mutters, stubbing his cigarette into the ashtray. “Go back to sleep.” You comply, laying down against the worn sheets, resuming your position on your side, but your heart is still pounding from the scare, adrenaline coursing through you. He stands and heads for the front room, making a beeline for the bar and downing a glass of whiskey in the dark before getting back into bed.

The bed creaks as he lays back down, the room silent except for the sounds of breathing. Dabi lays on his back, staring at the ceiling, trying to ground himself back to reality after whatever happened in his nightmare. Afraid to move at all, you stay on your side, hugging a pillow to your chest and staring out the window for what feels like forever.

Finally, you feel Dabi shift in the bed and feel a wave of relief; he’s asleep again, you can relax.

And then you feel Dabi’s fingers ghosting over your hip. You freeze as they dance over your hip, down your side, spreading warm across your ass, cupping each cheek before moving back up to caress your thigh. Even though you’re still overcoming the fear from before, you can’t help but enjoy his touch. It’s soft, so soft that it’s dangerous. Warmth pools between your legs.

Before you can ask, Dabi pushes on your shoulder, pressing your back into the mattress and rolling on top of you to crush his mouth to yours.

“Wha-” you mumble, cut off as his tongue sweeps across your lips.

“Can’t sleep,” he mutters, tugging your sweatpants down insistently. You hesitate, lips frozen against his as he pulls on the soft fabric, feel the cold drafts of the room coming up around your ankles, between your thighs. Dabi feels you debating with yourself and pulls back, putting one hand to your chin and guiding you up to meet his eyes.

“Tell me to stop, and I’ll stop,” he breathes.

The thing is, despite the last few days, the tension, trying to adjust to a whole new life, you can’t stop thinking about Dabi’s hands, his mouth, his cock. It’s actually humiliating how much you’ve thought of it, of letting him fuck you again. You’ve been chiding yourself for days now, reminding you that Dabi is a literal villain and is not looking for something- what’s the word? Ugh, ongoing. Guys like Dabi don’t go for more than a one night stand. You’ve been telling yourself over and over again that this was a one time thing, but now Dabi is on top of you, frantically tugging at your clothes, trying to get closer to you. The swell of his cock is pressing through his own sweatpants and you sigh your permission as he grinds against you, brushing against your clit.

“Good girl,” Dabi chuckles, eyes alight as he slips out of his pants and bites into your neck, making you whine. You expect him to settle between your thighs, but instead he seizes you by the hips, pulling you to the edge of the bed in one swift movement, ignoring your squeak of surprise. Kneeling on the floor, he parts your thighs and dives between them, giving soft bites and kisses intermittently as he works his way towards your cunt.

“Wanna taste you,” he mutters, one hand parting your folds to admire you. You pant in anticipation as he takes his time, eyes lingering on your clit, before circling it once with his thumb. Your body responds unabashedly, your back arching as you press into his touch, nipples hardening, and all you can think is more, more, more. With a smug laugh, Dabi leans in and licks a stripe all the way up your cunt, body humming in approval.

“So good. Such a mess for me,” he whispers, spreading your thighs further apart as he begins to lap at your cunt. His tongue is long, mind-blowingly strong as he inserts it inside you and begins to tongue-fuck you. You try your hardest to stay sitting up, trying to watch as his mouth begins to unravel you, but it’s too much. You let yourself fall back against the mattress, throwing your head back as your legs open wider for him, fingers carding through his hair as he takes your swollen clit into his mouth and sucks.

“Dabi- Christ- I-hah,” you can’t even speak, giving in to his ministrations and thrusting yourself against his face, openly begging for more. When you peek back between your legs, you see Dabi watching you, his eyes dark and hooded, and you know what he wants.

And aren’t you a sight to see. Your cheeks are rosy, a flush that has spread not only across your face but down to your collarbone, mouth open, chest heaving as you pant, grinding against his mouth shamelessly as he makes a mess of you. Dabi rarely offers this service to anyone, but he’s been dreaming about what you taste like for days. He can’t wait for you to fall apart, to feel you clench and shake against his tongue.

You can feel yourself inching closer to your orgasm, and it makes you reckless, greedy. You grind harder against him, listen to him moan against your clit in approval.

“Please- please, Dabi, ‘m gonna cum, don’t stop-”

He reaches up in response to cup your breasts, pinching the nipples between his fingers, making you mewl piteously.

“Come on, baby. Give it to me,” he murmurs, and you explode, gushing against his mouth as you cry out, twitching as he hums his approval against your slit, rubbing your clit gently as you tremble against him.

“So good, baby. So fucking good,” he coos, snaking his way back onto the bed and settling in next to you, running his hands up and down your body. “I need you to help me, now.”

Of course, you think vaguely, that’s only fair. Before you can respond out loud, Dabi is pulling you up by your shoulders, gently pushing you off the bed. “Your turn to kneel,” he whispers, and you comply, settling against your heels on the cold floor, looking up to him for guidance. At this point, you’re so compliant that you will do anything for him- anything. You look up at him with wide eyes as he pumps his cock in front of you, take in his slightly parted lips, the way his chest is rising and falling rapidly in anticipation. “Open your mouth, baby. Open it wide. Stick your tongue out for me.”

You do, and are rewarded by a loud groan as he taps your tongue with his cock a few times- it’s so thick and heavy and warm- this is something you’ve only seen in porn, but always thought was kinda hot. You whimper as his dick seems to get even harder, and he lets out a deep sigh. “Suck my cock like a good girl,” he orders, and you comply, tucking your teeth behind your lips and taking as much of him into your mouth as you can.

“Oh, fuck…” he breathes, chest hitching as he watches you bob your head against him, sucking gently as you take him to the back of your throat. “That’s a good girl. Didn’t know you could give head like a whore.” Without warning, he pushes your head down so that you can feel him in your throat, automatically gagging against him. “Take it, baby. I know you can,” he groans, and begins to fuck your throat mercilessly.

You let him take charge, trying to keep your throat relaxed for him, relieved when he lifts you off of him a few times to let you breathe before going back to face fucking you. You’re rewarded by the absolutely fucking sinful sounds that come out of his mouth; nothing you’ve heard yet, his usual cool demeanor going up in smoke as he plunges himself into your throat again and again.

“Look at me,” he hisses, and you do, eyes shooting to his obediently as he slams against your lips, spit puddling at the corners of your mouth, your cunt getting wetter by the second. He notices as you twitch from your place on the floor, pressing your thighs together to relieve the ache in your lower belly. “Touch yourself,” he groans, still pumping against your lips. “Touch your slutty little pussy for me while you take this cock.”

Almost crying in relief, your hand darts to your cunt and begins to rub, circling your clit before you shove two fingers inside yourself and curl them, looking for that sweet spot. You already want to cum again, so wrapped up in the sounds ripping their way out of Dabi’s throat, intoxicated by the fact that you’re the one unraveling him.

When he slides his dick out of your mouth so you can take a breath, you choke out your plea; “please fuck me. Need it so bad-”

“Yeah? You want met to fuck you, baby?” Dabi seizes your arms, hauling you upright and tossing you onto the bed as though you’re a rag doll. “Want to get pounded like a good little fucking whore, huh?”

You whimper a soft little “yes, please,” and Dabi thinks he might bust right then and there. He climbs on top of you, hips already bucking. When his dick begins to rub against your cunt, you whine, letting your hands settle on his shoulders as he teases you, your legs spreading wide beneath him.

“This pussy is so fucking good, baby. Can’t stop thinking about it,” he groans, fucking his way into you with shallow thrusts that bring pretty noises tripping from your lips.

“Ye-e-e-sss,” he snarls, pushing himself further until he bottoms out and you whine into his neck. “Fuck.”

“Fuck- Dabi,” you whine, grinding against him as he pauses, rock hard inside you. As soon as his name falls from your lips, he snatches your face between his fingers, causing your eyes to shoot towards his.

His eyes are glowing coals. “What’s my name?” He snaps.

“Daddy,” you whimper, still rocking in search of friction. “Daddy.”

“That’s my good little cumslut.” Dabi begins to thrust, pounding into you like his life depends on it, his fingers digging into the plush of your hips, nipping at your neck, your breasts. He begins to suck on your skin, leaving a little trail of deep purple marks trailing from your ear to your chest, a constellation of bruises that sting and make you wetter at the same time. You whine as he fucks you deep, choking on moans and stuttering breaths as your hips begin to match his pace. “Oh, jesus-fuck, Daddy,” you cry out, feeling yourself tighten around him. “Gonna-’m gonna cum, gonna fuckin-”

“I know, baby, let it out,” He gasps into your ear, knowing he won’t last another thirty seconds. Your body twitches as you explode around him, wrapping your legs around his waist as your second orgasm takes you, babbling nonsense into his neck.

Dabi follows your high quickly, biting down on your shoulder hard enough to make you cry out as he gushes inside you, painting your walls with thick, creamy cum.

“Mmmmfff. Fuck,” he groans, panting against your neck as his cock twitches inside you. You are exhausted, your two orgasms catching up to you as he pulls himself out of you, parting your folds to admire your swollen, dripping cunt.

“Good girl,” he says softly, but you don’t have the energy to answer him. “You okay?” he asks huskily, waiting for you to nod, then picks you up easily, returning you to your side of the bed.

This is nothing like the cold Dabi you experienced last time, you think sleepily, as he lays you against the sheets and covers you with a blanket. You don’t know what this is, but you’re not complaining. You can barely keep your eyes open, and allow him to tuck you in.

“Now we’ll both sleep,” you hear him say, as if from far, far away. You fall asleep before you can think of an answer.

When you next open your eyes, sunlight is streaming in through the window, blindingly bright. You wince and turn over, hoping to get a few more minutes of sleep before a League member needs you to shine their shoes, or whatever other bullshit tasks that they may have for you today.

Then you remember what Dabi said. Today is your first mission.

Your eyes fly open and find themselves staring into Dabi’s blue ones, inches from your own. You swallow a gasp of surprise and watch as a slow, easy smile quirks up at the corners of his lips.

“Morning, sunshine. Hope you’re ready for today.”

#touya #touya x you #touya x reader #dabi #dabi smut #MHA smut #league of villains x reader

177 notes · View notes