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tired-teacher-blog · 8 months

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Crumbling fortress

Characters : Dabi/ Fem reader

Warnings and Genre : NSFW/ 18+/ Sexual Intercourse/ Chocking/ Creampie/ Fluff/ Angst/ One Shot

Notes : This was supposed to be a silly little filthy drabble but I donno what happened, why did I turn it into a soft passionate long ass piece? No idea tbh.. so enjoy!

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_ "You are my hero, Touya." you smile languidly as you utter, a sense of tranquility is spreading through your veins and a pleasant warmth is replacing the carnal desire of earlier.

Touya.. hero..

He hates that, hates the words leaving your mouth as soon as they do, why must you ruin these rare moments of peace with your unwanted weird kind of fluttery? Why must you remind him of the person he once wished to become but never succeeded? Were you perhaps mocking him?

_ "Quiet now, I don't need to hear this." stern and frustrated as his steely voice reaches you, lips smashing against your abused ones as if to silence you, and they do, fogging up your brain and melting you under his rough touches.

Your warm coated walls tense up around the awakening stiffness still grazing your insides while stifled whimpers mix with the wet sounds of your lips molding sloppily together.

Your nails pierce the patchy skin of his neck and shoulder, adding more marks to the already existing ones you shaped there moments ago, your strained legs wrap loosely around his skinny waist as your overstimulated core prepares for another round.

_ "Fuck.. you're already squeezing me so tight." he mumbles into the kiss, tugging on your lower lip playfully before rolling his hips once.

_ "Wait, give me a second, please." your whines only trigger his lasciviousness further, coaxing him to thrust into your sopping heat again.

_ "Touya.. Touya please, not so hard." there you go again, calling him by the name he has long since abandoned.

Touya..

Maybe it was foolish of him to reveal his ultimate secret to you when he did in one of his rare moments of vulnerability, maybe it would have been better if you learned about it like everyone else had, maybe then you would have stopped viewing yourself as someone special to him.

_ "Stop using that name." he sits up quickly and unsteadily, drawing yet another mewl out of you as his hips shift against your own.

Your eyes well up as they gaze into his gleaming turquoise irises, his fingers caress your sides and move up slowly to squeeze your perky breasts in a teasing manner, before one of his hands grasps onto your neck threateningly, because if you're not going to stop using that infernal name, then maybe he should force you.

_ "T.. Touy.." you gasp the word once more, stopping yourself when it finally hits you that you've done it again, you've upset him.

You are not stupid, you know full well the strain that name puts on him, the pain he endured while carrying it around and while tossing it away, you had the chance to see him -the real him- as he disclosed his truth to you, and now you're nothing but a reminder of it all.

You are stupid, pushing your way into his life in the worst of manners and wishing he would appreciate it but he doesn't, "I'm sorry, Touy.. Dabi."

You cradle the hand pressing lightly on your neck, caressing the tense fingers with your shaky ones before repeating more confidently, "I'm sorry Dabi."

You're not afraid of his tightening grasp, you realize you deserve it for spewing nonsense so carelessly, though it was your only way of showing him that you're here, that he doesn't have to be alone anymore, that he truly is a hero in your eye, but it was the last thing he needed to hear.

Hero..

So yeah, you are stupid.

_ "I'm all yours, Dabi, so do whatever you want to me." and you mean it, your trust in him is unshakable, always has been.

_ "Alright angel, brace yourself because I won't go easy on you this time." and there it is, that seductive smirk you so much adore.

A strangled squeal pushes its way out of your throat as he starts thrusting mercilessly into your heat, setting an unforgiving pace from the get go.

Your eyes roll back as a tingling sensation spreads throughout your body, and a chuckle leaves his lips when you desperately claw at his forearm.

_ "Listen to this babe, you're so wet for me it's driving me nuts." he hisses fervently, nodding towards the obscene sloshing noises and sticky mess connecting you, his remark gains him another smothered whine and a trembling squeeze on his pulsating cock as a deep blush heats up your cheeks.

You're too far gone, lost in an overwhelming pleasure and a tinge of pain that twists your guts and pushes you closer to a second orgasm.

He is as well, his irratic movements and blazing eyes, his clenched jaw and shallow breathing, his taut grip around your neck and grunts of your name moving past his parted lips, are a testament to a built up delight that's about to crumble.

Your mind travels back briefly to the moment you had laid eyes on him for the very first time some years ago, his peculiar looks and quirky personality mesmerized you from the beginning, and although you only knew him as Dabi like everyone else did at the time, you were still certain this man was so much more than his formidable power, and you were right.

Touya..

You were stubborn as you clawed your path inside his head, and no matter how many times he had pushed you away, you still found a reason to stick to him even though you knew he would never open up his heart to you.

But you were wrong.

Touya..

Your tears betray you when you finally snap out of the distant memories, rolling down your face and onto the pillow beneath your head. You wish to call out his name again but you know you shouldn't, settling for reaching out a trembling hand and caressing his stapled cheek as a longing smile appears upon your features.

Your mind is fuzzy and your body is tingling, wether it is due to your approaching orgasm or to the long fingers squeezing your neck tighter with each second, you don't know, and frankly you don't even care.

_ "Are you alright angel? Is this too much?" his stern glare suddenly turns into a gentle one, and his animalistic plunges slow to an almost halt.

You wonder what he's doing when you finally heave an uninterrupted breath, watching through tear filled eyes as the harsh fingers around your neck come up to cradle your cheek.

You don't need to call his real name to know that you've breached his facade, because moments like this are proof enough.

_ "I'm okay Dabi, I'm just.. I'm so happy." you truly are.

He seems to relax a bit hearing your words, chuckling softly and leaning in to kiss your lips again, tenderly this time, while his hips start moving a little faster as he picks up the pace.

He swallows your whimpers and deepens the kiss, his tongue darting out to taste your warm cavern before licking a perfect stripe leading to your bruised neck where he pecks the finger shaped marks gently.

He tried so hard -he truly did- to keep your relationship purely physical, to keep you at arm's length and make it easier to walk away whenever, but he kept falling deeper and deeper for you without even realizing how it happened. It freaked him out and still does, and it has become harder to deny and pretend that he can still let you go.

_ "Dabi, I'm close, so close." you thread your fingers through his luscious locks as the feeling of his lips against your skin and the veiny shaft stroking your insides, send a shiver up your spine.

_ "Me too babe, fuck! I can't hold it in much longer." the mumbled groans between his kisses are heavenly, and the deep thrusts of his cock are coaxing your orgasm.

You cry out unintelligibly when he bites down on your flesh, your back archs off the bed at the sudden sharp feeling of his teeth, while you give in to an uncontrollabe spasm that accompanies your release.

His hips pound into your quivering cunt erratically, and his teeth sink deeper into your sensitive skin while he prepares to fill you up once more. His arms squeeze you tightly between them as if you would disappear if he doesn't, groaning shakily as ropes of pearly seeds erupt from his raging tip to coat your slippery walls.

His thrusts slow down as his twitching hips move shallowly against your own until they finally stop, he releases your abused flesh from between his teeth and collapses on top of your spent body, head is fuzzy and eyes already barely open after your eventful night, if not for your next words that jerk him awake.

_ "Touya, or Dabi, I don't care what you want me to call you, because I love you no matter who you are, and this is something that will never change."

Silence, suffocating silence, but it doesn't matter, you aren't expecting anything in return anyway, you are content just being near him and you would never dare wish for more.

You close your eyes and drift off to sleep as a satisfied smile makes its way to you, though you regretfully miss his confession.

_ "I love you too, I swear I do, and I will not fight it anymore." the words are strange to him, but he is determined to get used to them as he holds you securely to his chest with the promise of repeating them again and again, until they finally sink into his brain and yours.

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ratatouillewastakendammit · 1 year

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Made To Be Yours (Part 2)

Pairing: Dabi x reader

Summary: a sequel to this fic requested by @hunny-hotline and @sanaatay Sorry this took a million years to get done, but I hope you like it!

Warnings: smut, language, degradation, slight praise, the title is still a warning

Word Count: 2k

Even through your best attempts, the door creaked open with a long drawl, alerting the individuals on the other side of your presence. An exasperated sigh fell as you slid through it, any hopes of sneaking in unnoticed squandered.

Throughout your walk back to the League's hideout, you had debated many things, one of which had been whether or not to run away completely.

However, you had ultimately come to the unfortunate decision of returning, along with the even more unfortunate one of following the request of the person bringing you such debate in the first place.

'Make sure to bring the outfit.'

You had spent the remainder of your shift serving panda shaped rice and trying your damnedest to push away the memories of Dabi from moments prior. Afterwards, you made a quick, impulsive choice before trudging back to the hideout.

As usual, the bar was meagerly lit, a dim reflection of its inhibitors. The remnant of a fire was crackling in the corner, glowing embers a whisper of what might have once been a roaring flame.

"Finally!"

Golden eyes flashed as you turned away from the now-locked door, a pairing of arms slamming around your waist with strength that rivaled a boa constrictor. "You've been gone for, like, three days."

"Ten hours, but close enough."

Toga was, without a doubt, an interesting individual.

According to her, you were the only other female to have joined the League, in exception to a woman named Magne who had unfortunately passed a few months prior to your arrival. Apparently, this minor fact granted you an immediate friendship with the teen, even through your initial attempts to keep your distance.

"And I had to spend all afternoon with these boring people." She gestured to the room, unbothered by the fact that the insult had been directed to a group of dangerous killers, before allowing her gaze to fall on the bag in your hand. "What's that?"

She reached for it, giving a huff when you swung the satchel out of her reach. "Paperwork. Lots of paperwork."

"Can I see-"

"Sorry, but I'm ninety-percent sure sharing company information with you guys is against the law." You gave Toga an apologetic smile.

Shigaraki was slumped over the counter, nursing some cocktail Kurogiri must have crafted. "Since when have you cared about what's legal or not?"

"Since I get paid over minimum wage," you replied, moving around the girl and towards the stairs.

"So, how was work?"

Your movements came to an abrupt halt at the voice behind you. With a slow turn, you quickly averted your eyes from the man standing behind the bar. "Uneventful."

Dabi cocked an eyebrow. "Is that right?"

"Yeah," You nodded, trying to push away the image of him close to fucking you against an alleyway wall hours ago. "Pretty boring, actually."

You did not just say that.

With a soft hum, he leaned forward on the counter, forearms exposed against the marble. It took a palpable amount of self-discipline not to focus on the veins stemming from the darkened skin past his wrists.

"Night, then."

And with that, you dashed away, sprinting up the stairs and down the hall into your room. The door was quickly closed and you threw your bag to the floor.

Part of the zipper had come undone, revealing the dark fabric of your waitress uniform. It sat, almost mocking you with its inanimate presence, a representation of your diminished pride and bad decisions.

You were a villain. You were dangerous, you were powerful, and you most definitely were not supposed to be so compliant just because you thought someone was attractive.

In hindsight, you probably shouldn't have been such a brat to Dabi, but a big part of you was a bit piqued at the power he held over you. Actually, he had for a few weeks, but you had been persistent in making sure he didn't know about it.

But one unfortunate coincidence made sure he did now, and you were fucked.

And the worst thing was probably that you were voluntarily walking into said fucking on your own free will.

With narrowed eyes you glared down at the bag, trying to ignore the desire gnawing at your common sense like an attention starved animal. It pounded against the glass of rational thought, effectively capturing your attention away from each sensible reason to forget anything happened today.

But even as the pieces of logic began to tower higher, they couldn't seem to overpower those ever-influential physical desires.

You nudged the zipper further open with your toe, swiping the garment inside like it was some illegal item you were bound to become caught with. Then you slipped it over your head, smoothing the ruffled skirt over your thighs.

The mirror captured your appearance around the large crack running down the lower end. It created a fractured image as your reflection gazed back, but a pretty one nonetheless.

Despite your self-assured persona, one that was necessary for surviving the world of villainy you had been sucked into, confidence definitely hadn't come easily to you. Still, it was somewhat enjoyable to entertain the compliments you received in the regular during work hours.

A low whistle sounded through the room and you jumped, pivoting to face your intruder. Dabi leaned in the doorway, arms crossed as cerulean irises unabashedly scanned over your figure.

A frown crossed your features. "Do you know how to knock?"

"If it benefits me, sure," he shrugged, pushing off the wall and ramming the door shut with his ankle. "But I kinda like it when you're so jumpy."

An unconscious attempt to avoid the fervor of his gaze, you turned to look at the mirror again, stiffening slightly as his arms snaked over your shoulder blades. "Are you scared of me or something?"

You scoffed, eyes rolling back in annoyance. "You wish."

"Then let me look at you." He caught your chin between his thumb and pointer finger, tilting your line of sight to the left so it was forced to meet his. The corners of his lips twisted upward into a smirk. "You're adorable."

"And you're an asshole," you retorted, nodding out of his hold.

"Well, you're the one asking to be fucked by an asshole, so I guess that makes you a whore too." His grasp moved toward the top of your dress, pinky snagging the fabric to pull it open. Brazenly, he peered over at your chest.

Heat bloomed into your cheeks as you smacked his wrist away. "Perv."

"How rude," he sighed in faux-disappointment, amusement at your embarrassment underlining his tone. "And here I was, coming up with all these ways to make you feel nice."

"It's only been a few hours since I saw you. Is sex really all you think about?"

"You're assuming I started wanting to fuck you today." His mouth trailed over your neck, quickly finding a spot that had you straightening against him.

His hands slipped under your corset to massage your breasts, warmth sparking below your abdomen. Your teeth sunk into your lower lip when he pinched at your nipples.

"Come on, doll. I just want to hear those pretty noises again." He bit into your shoulder, pulling a gasp from between your lips. "There it is."

One final kiss and he withdrew, arm wrapping around yours as he drew you towards the bed.

With surprising tenderness, he pushed your body into the sheets, hands trailing beneath your skirt. His lips followed, sucking the skin of your inner thighs until you were unconsciously rolling your hips into him.

"Aww, does somebody want to be touched?" Dabi veered back, moving to cup your face. Cerulean irises burned into yours, forcing you to shift underneath their intensity. "Beg for it then."

The memory of earlier flashed in the forefront of your mind, soft embarrassment washing over with it.

"Didn't I do that already?" You rolled your eyes, missing the way his own darkened significantly at the act of defiance.

"And you'll do it again as many times as I tell you to. I'm pretty sure I established that I was the one giving orders here, sweetheart." He titled his head, features glossing over in feigned-sympathy. "But you were such a fucking mess earlier. Have I fucked you stupid already?"

His expression turned wicked, hand slipping beneath your underwear. Cruelly soft, his thumb brushed over your clit.

"I bet I could tie you up here for hours, edge you until the only thing your mind can comprehend is whether or not I'll let you come. And, the thing is, you wouldn't say shit because you're so desperate for my cock." Dabi leaned forward, breath warm and nose nudging the tip of your ear. "Now, beg."

You turned away, nails biting into your palms, perturbed at the truthfulness of his words. Even more so at the way your body was continually betraying that honesty.

With an exhale, you lowered your gaze, almost as if looking away would lessen the difficulty of the statement. "Please."

Grinning, he slipped a finger into you. "Keep going, doll. Try and make me forget what a brat you were earlier."

"I'm sorry," you groaned, cringing at how pathetic the statement sounded. "I'll say it a million times, just please touch me."

Still, it seemed to be enough for him, satisfaction flashing over his features as he pressed his mouth against yours.

"Good girl."

He watched in delight at the way you responded to his touch, the way your shoulders arched into the mattress with each thrust of his hand.

"Does it really turn you on that much when I order you around? What a slut," he laughed, wrapping his free arm around your waist to steady it. "Or do you just like dressing like one?"

"That's not-"

You were quickly cut off when he inserted another finger, curling them against your core until the only sound your words fizzled into a low groan. "Sorry, doll, but I didn't catch that. Mind repeating it for me?"

Any protest against his arrogance had dissolved, replaced by the pleasure coursing through your limbs. Although you barely discerned it, your heart jumped in excitement as he began to undo his belt with his free hand.

Still, you couldn't help the whine that came as Dabi withdrew his fingers from you, prompting a short chuckle from his direction. He aligned himself with you, tip brushing over your clit for a moment before it was replaced by his thumb once more.

It was almost torturous how slowly he pushed into you. Taking a moment, he gave you time to adjust, an act that was just as wordlessly sweet as it was agonizing to you.

He began to steadily roll his hips against yours, pace quickening slightly with the lewd sounds falling from your lips.

"Still think you can follow orders, sweetheart?"

You nodded fervently, an unspoken reply that you could barely understand in the first place.

"Then come for me."

And you did, ecstasy washing over you until mindless bliss was left alone in its wake. You unconsciously clenched around him, bringing his own release.

Even in the midst of it, his stroke over your clit continued as he eased you off your high, muttering soft praises into your ear. They carried on even as he pulled away, arms lacing under your legs and torso.

"Alright, sweetheart, come on." Dabi placed a kiss on your forehead, gently lifting you from the covers.

Brain still foggy, you buried your face into your chest, eyelids dropping in tranquil fatigue. "Where are we going?"

"Bathroom." He kicked the door open, making sure to carefully usher your form through it and into the shower. "We're getting you cleaned up and then into bed, how does that sound?"

Instead of a response, you just nodded, chest fluttering at the admiring hum he provided.

"Good." He gave your thighs a soft squeeze. "It's whatever you want, doll."

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satancopilotsmytardis · 1 month

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Sounding?

The one thing about Tomura having to be away for extended periods of time for his treatments, is that when he comes back he cancels their work for a day or two so that they can spend time together before they get back into all of it. He also, while he's away floating in his tank or trying to dissociate from the pain of the other procedures, apparently fantasizes about whatever new kink he can think of that Dabi has told him he hasn't tried before. And he knows that he's in for a lot when Tomura strips him down and locks his wrists to the headboard with his quirk dampening cuffs and then strips off the rest of his clothes before he hooks his legs into place with a spreader bar and locks his ankle straps into place as well until he can't move an inch. Dabi is already half hard and trembling when he gets him situated like this.

The last time he'd gotten him in this position he had him try figging and while, yeah, he got off pretty hard in the moment, he had ultimately decided that wasn't a kink he particularly liked. On the bright side Tomura doesn't come over to the bed with a ginger root or a knife this time once he's gotten his new toys out of the closet. He doesn't know where the hell he's been hiding the toys in there and he has combed every fucking inch of the room, but Tomura always comes in and out with something new whenever he's preparing to give Dabi some fresh new torture.

What he does emerge with is a fresh bottle of lube and a thin black case, longer than his tablet. He comes back over to the bed and kneels between his spread legs before leaning down to give him a soft, sweet kiss that sends anticipation curling through his veins.

"Are you ready to try something new, baby boy?"

He nearly whimpers as he nods, his throat going dry. Whenever Tomura starts off being so soft and gentle with him, it's because he's already nearly floating through the haze of sadistic pleasure he gets from knowing he's going to work Dabi over until he's sobbing.

"I know it gets hard for you to speak when you get overwhelmed, precious," Words so sweet and absolutely a threat. "But I need to know you'll tell me if something hurts, alright?"

"Yes, sir." He proves he can be good even though the words sound so thin.

"Perfect, sweetheart, already being such a good boy for me."

His anticipation only goes sharper when Tomura opens the case and extracts a pair of nitrile gloves from inside that he's already cut the pinky out of. Oh god. If he's covering his hands then that means he's going to be doing something where he wants extra security in case his meticulous control can't fully protect Dabi. Or-- oh god, is he going to fist him today? He tries to remember anything else on the laundry list of things that he agreed to try out that would have Tomura reaching for gloves, but he can't make sense of it before he's going back into the little case. Only to pull out a small packet. An alcohol wipe.

Dabi is beyond confused, and a little insulted, when he tears open the packet and reaches for his cock to wipe him down. "What the fuck, I just showered." Inside and out to make sure he was perfectly clean and ready for whatever play his lover decided on for them today.

"I know baby, but trust me, you'll want to be sterile for this. Better safe than sorry." He cleans him up and then tosses the wipe into the trash by their bed before he opens the lube and gives a generous squirt of it over his skin, chuckling when the sharp temperature difference makes Dabi whine. Bastard. Definitely in a sadistic mood, but Dabi is still struggling to figure out exactly what he wants to do to him. So paranoid about it that it takes him a few minutes to really let himself start to feel good as Tomura wraps his hand around him and starts to stroke just the way he likes. He teases his fingers along his length, up and down his ladder, other hand moving to cup his sac and stroke him there as well as he leans over him so that he can start to trail kisses along his neck and nibble at his collarbone. "Relax, firefly. I'm going to show you something fun."

That doesn't help him relax at all, but the little tang of fearful anticipation slipping across his nerves is making him hotter. It doesn't take long for him to be trying to strain against his bonds, little moans slipping off his lips, as he tries to fuck himself up into Tomura's full fist. He's distracted enough by that he is confused when his hand stills, holding him around his base, as he picks up the lube again and gives another squirt of it over his head. He whines, confused, because that's cold, and he doesn't need any more in the first place. He's already dripping so much that he can feel it rolling down his balls. Then Tomura turns his attention back to the case and hums in the back of his throat.

"You're new to this, but I know that you'll be able to handle anything I give you. Won't you, baby boy?"

That is a trap, but all Dabi can do is whimper, "Yes, sir."

"And you know what to say if you can't?"

"Yes, sir." Breathless with the sharp anticipation and fear swirling through his gut.

"Good boy." He makes his selection from inside of the case and Dabi finally gets to see it too.

The piece of metal he pulls out is curved and gleaming silver in the light, nearly twelve inches long. Dabi whimpers again, not certain what it is, but having a pretty solid idea that he should be worried about it. Knows he's absolutely right when Tomura strokes his cock one more time, ending with his hand up by his head, a puddle of lube around him and the seal of his hand and he lightly trails the metal around there, around him, as he coats it too, ensuring it's just as dripping before hot, amused eyes flick back up to look at him. And Dabi realizes what he's decided they're going to try today.

"Sir," His heart races behind his ribs. He said that he would give sounding a try, but he was expecting one of the short cockplugs he'd seen before. He's never seen a sound that-- that was long enough he's certain that it will be able to reach all the way inside of him.

"Give it a chance, precious. I promise I'll be gentle." But he still waits to see if Dabi has changed his mind, if he wants to safeword. He swallows hard and tries to loosen his tense muscles. "That's it. Now if you feel anything sharp, or it hurts, tell me right away, alright?"

"Yes, sir." He's not proud of how his voice trembles.

"If everything works the way it's supposed to," his lover promises, "It won't ever even feel like the way your piercings did."

And yeah, okay, maybe he's being a bit of a baby about this given he has had a needle in his dick six times, but still. He takes another breath and Tomura brings the tip of the sound to his cock again. He holds him steady as he runs the metal around his tip, putting the rounded end against his hole, but not pressing it in yet. He lets that anticipation build, lets the chill of that very first part of the metal warm a little against his feverish skin.

Then he does still and puts a little more pressure on it. He bites his lip. It's not painful, but he's never had anything more explorative than a tongue there. Certainly not trying to go into that tight channel inside him. And for a second he thinks it just won't go. But it does. Dabi keens as it sinks in, the lube smoothing the way so that the first three centimeters disappear inside of him in one seemingly effortless movement. Dabi has had Duster's cock and a dildo in him at the same time and he doesn't know if he's ever felt fuller in his life. He lets out all of his breath on an animal sound of discomfort. It's such a small piece of metal, but it's so solid inside of him. Nothing solid has ever been inside of his cock like this before.

"There, you're doing such a good job, baby boy. Tell me how it feels." Sir purrs.

"It’s--weird. I-- I don't know, Tomura." He's having a hard time focusing as, now that he doesn't need to anchor him in place anymore, Duster is starting to work his hand along his length again. It sends confusing little jolts of pleasure along him, bumping up against that pressure inside and he doesn't know how to handle it.

"No pain though, baby?"

"No..."

"Good. You can decide if you like it as you get used to it."

He's not sure how he ever could, but he's saved from getting in trouble for talking back when Sir keeps a hold of the end and carefully draws it back out until it's just barely inside of him again. Dabi's brain short-circuits as he strokes him again and he pushes it back in again. It slides deeper this time, past his head and into his length, and Dabi's throwing his head back with another whine. So much. It's just so much and he can't tell if it's good or bad. It's just everything. He can't string together a coherent thought that goes beyond that piece of metal being fucked so, so slowly in and out of his body. Because that's what Sir is doing. Watching him with hunger in his eyes as he takes in every one of Dabi's aborted little movements, trapped in place by his restraints, and the constant string of sounds that are falling off his lips. For once in his life, Dabi can't take being watched so closely, and whimpers as he hides his face against his arm, closing his eyes as he's completely lost in the sensation.

It takes an achingly long time for the sound to be all the way inside of him, and once it is, Sir stops fucking it in and out, instead gently moving it, curving it up and in, this way and that. He keeps checking to make sure that it doesn't hurt, and it doesn't, but Dabi is crying anyway. He's full in such a strange way, and having something touching his nerves inside and out is making him hot, and confused, and dizzy.

When those exploring touches find what they're looking for, Dabi and Tomura know at the same time as he arches as much as he can in his restraints and moans so loudly, gasping for breath. Starbursts are going off behind his eyes and he's moaning and sobbing harder as Sir rubs there again. Rubs against his prostate. As sure as if he was finding it with his fingers or cock. But this is right against it. The sound is so small, but the tip dragging over the surface of that sensitive gland has Dabi falling apart sharply. Like he's being fucked without his lover's cock even inside--

"Tomura, Tomura, Tomura--" he babbles, "Ah, ngh," he shudders as the prodding little pressure eases off again.

"What is it, baby boy? I need to know if anything hurts."

He shakes his head frantically, whining as he tries to move his hips, tries to fuck the intrusion deeper inside of him, and that has his lover pausing, and then letting out a low chuckle.

"Oh, precious. I should have know that this hole would be just as eager to be fucked once you got used to this. Focus for me, baby." It's so hard to do, but Dabi makes himself look back at Tomura and stop trying to writhe against his bonds. "I need you to tell me when you're going to cum. It's going to feel differently with this inside."

He didn't know he could cum with his cock filled from root to tip, but he nods immediately. "More, please, Sir. Touch me again?"

"Such good manners today." He pushed the sound back against him and rubs there again, sending liquid heat along every nerve in his body. "And being so brave trying something new. I'm going to have to spoil you rotten tonight."

He's beyond hazy, can barely hear the words let alone make sense of them as the metal tip rubs and bumps against his prostate so directly. It's like lightning at every soft point of connection and things only get more intense when Tomura starts to stroke his cock again as he plays with the sound.

Duster was right about his orgasm not feeling the same, because Dabi is so lost in the building of it he only realizes he's on the edge when he's right about to trip over it. His balls are already so tight, and he's certain the next touch will set him off. He's pretty sure the last time Sir made him cum so quickly it was when he'd filled him up with a vibrating prostate massager for the first time.

"Cumming--" He warns, barely choking the word out. Tomura rubs the sound hard against his prostate one more time and Dabi's orgasm rips through him.

And oh, does it feel like he is tearing apart around it. He was right that he couldn't cum. There's nowhere for his cum to go with his cock completely filled and the pressure that builds up along his length as his nerves pulse with his pleasure makes him scream like he's dying. It's the knife-edge of pain that he likes to indulge in on occasion, but it takes him off-guard and makes him want to twist away from the sound and Tomura's hand tight around his pulsing, aching length.

"That's it baby, you're doing such a good job." And he slowly starts to pull the sound out of him as that pressure builds and burns inside of him as his cheeks hiss as his tears evaporate against his overheated staples. Sir works it out of him at an agonizing pace, following the curve of the toy, until it's barely inside, and then he flicks his eyes up and smiles sweetly at him as he takes it out the last millimeter.

Dabi chokes on the sob that wants to come out as his whole body shudders as that pressure drains out of him so slowly instead of the explosive way his release usually paints him with his cum. He watches and shudders as his cum starts to spill out of him in a constant stream. It's like when he's being milked, but his cum is thicker than that fluid and it feels so strange as it make the aftershocks of his orgasm pulse along his length for much, much longer than they ever usually do when he cums with his cock and not through prostate stimulation alone. It can't take that long, but it feels like ages have passed before his cock is empty and spent, soft in Tomura's hand. He still gives him another stroke to hear him keen again before he lets go and sets the sound aside, moving up his body to press a soft kiss to his lips.

"There, did that feel good, firefly?"

He cannot possibly expect Dabi to actually make his tongue work, and all he manages is a weak nod.

"No pain?"

Not really, but as he's forced to try and take stock of his body, he does notice a soreness from being stretched around the toy. He shakes his head, but elaborates, "Sore."

"I bet. Do you want to take some medicine, sweetheart?"

He shakes his head. He doesn't think he needs it. Would rather be able to feel everything just in case something changes and does start to hurt a way it's not supposed to.

"Do you want to keep playing, baby boy?"

Dabi manages a little nod. Tomura smiles at him again, that dangerous smile that tells him he may have bitten off more than he can chew.

"We already saw how much your pretty cock could take inside. Why don't we see how much you can fit here too," his slick fingers reach down and circle his hole. "Do you think you can take my hand, baby?" He purrs and Dabi lets out a miserable little whine. But he doesn't protest as the first finger pushes inside.

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Fanfic Need To Know: ShigaDabiHawks. Smut fic. 5k. Unusual ABO Dynamics.

Note: this has not been beta read so I apologize for any mistakes.

Fire, Ash and Angels.

“New Omega laws have been put in place as of today. This is for the good of all classes, so make sure to properly follow them or submit to the consequences. The laws are as follows; 1. Omegas must be accompanied by their mate be it Alpha or Beta. 2. Omega’s are no longer permitted to leave their family homes until they are mated. 3. Omegas must go through each heat, suppressants are no longer legal for Omegas to use although they will still be available to Alphas. Finally 4. Abortion is now banned for Omegas under penalty of death. Abortion clinics will now only be available to alpha and beta women.” *click*

Smoke filled the room as blue flames licked at the seams of the scars running all along Dabi’s body. Rage overtook him as yet more restrictions were set by society for him and his fellow Omega. He’d been having a halfway decent day with some strong painkillers he’d acquired earlier that day. After taking a couple he’d decided to lounge on his couch and watch some tv while waiting for them to kick in. Lotta good that did as his quirk reacted to his inner rage causing him to burn through the couple of pills he’d taken just twenty minutes prior.

Suddenly a knock could be heard coming from the small window in his bedroom. Getting up, he made his way into said room only to find red eyes glaring at him through long white hair. Opening the window he moved aside to let the other in, knowing the other was probably just as angry as he was.

“I can’t fucking believe this.” A raspy voice half shouted. Causing Dabi to slightly flinch at the sudden noise before settling in his anger once more.

Shigaraki Tomura was a semi-famous streamer and unknown leader to a group of omega and omega supporters whose goal was to ultimately take down the government, and to change the sexist laws that had been in place for generations. He’d started this underground group when he’d turned 15 and now at age 20 was being searched for by the police and pro heros alike. No one had ever come close to finding him though, thanks to some underground heros secretly being Omegas despite it being illegal for Omegas to become pro heroes in the first place.

“Every time I feel like we’ve taken a step forward, they push us back by ten. It’s infuriating.” The white haired omega seethed, plopping down on the couch Dabi had previously been occupying.

Dabi had no words as he looked at his childhood friend and mate seething on the couch with notes of distress leaking from the sent patch he kept on his neck and wrists. Deciding words wouldn’t be enough right now, Dabi made his way over to the other crouching down to come face to face with his increasingly distressed boyfriend. Moving slowly, he pulled off the others patch before slotting his wrist against the others neck in an attempt to calm him down just a little. Letting out a small gasp, Tomura’s body immediately relaxed as his partner's scent slid over him like a blanket. Campfire and Cigarette smoke. An unusual scent for an Omega but it wasn’t like his was much better, with it being metallic with a hint of vanilla.

Both scents were frowned upon by society, deeming them both as either bland or not soft enough for normal Omega standards. They didn’t care though as they were already breaking society's rules by simply being together. An Omega being mated to another Omega just simply wasn’t allowed and the only reason it wasn’t made a law yet was due to people already beating and raping any Omega that dared to love one of their own.

Both understood the risk but like with most other laws and restrictions in their world they decided to say fuck it. They’d started dating officially at age 15 but had been helping each other through heats since they were both 13. Heats came once every month and became more and more hormonal as the person grew into adulthood. Since they were childhood friends, their cycles had synced up due to the shared pheromones between them.

At age 15 they met Keigo, a young alpha who after showing his hatred for the system and the people who had basically enslaved him, had become quite close to the two. Going so far as to look after them whenever they needed it. At age eighteen they invited Keigo, now known by his hero name Hawks, to share a heat with them.

They’d both talked about it extensively before offering, having the other already know that they were mates long before. Keigo had agreed but not before another long conversation about boundaries and what this would mean for the three's relationship going forward.

They’d all agreed on some set boundaries along with just starting out as heat partners for the time being. The first time they were all together was a bit awkward but quickly smoothed out as Keigo got to know just how the two usually handled their time of the month. Overall it had been an experience they’d all wanted to repeat.

A phone ringing was what startled the two out of their moment, as Dabi shifted away to let the other grab said phone. Glancing down, the ID read pretty bird. Clicking on the green answer button and setting it to the speaker, the two only needed to wait a moment before a semi- loud voice rang through the phone. “Are you both ok?” Came hawks' winded voice, clearly flying while calling them. “Yeah we’re both ok, Kei. I just arrived at Dabi’s, come over?” Came Shigaraki’s softer tone, having calmed down from his mate's scent.

“Sure, be there in five. Oh and don’t go out Mura, I know you like to sneak out but the heros have been getting closer to you. Time to lay low, ok?” Hawks replied, wind causing the call to glitch a few times.

“Sure pretty bird, just don’t get caught coming here. And stay fucking safe.”

“Sure Mura, be there soon.”

With that the call ended. Taking this as an opportunity, Dabi picked up his mate to carry him to his bed. They’d agreed that a few days before their heat was set to start they’d stay together until it ended. Dabi had wanted to move in completely together, but both Keigo and Tomura had refused, saying it would be too dangerous at the time. With Hawks being the number three hero and Tomura running his underground network, they couldn’t risk all being in the same place permanently. Not to mention his job. Dabi was known by most as an un-classed assassin that would work for any mafia that he shared mutual goals with.

They nicknamed him Kitsune. A trickster who moved with the grace of a fox, causing chaos and death wherever he went. The real reason he joined mafia groups was to rescue trapped omegas, as many as he could. Many thought he was a beta, some thought he was an alpha. But no one had ever suspected him of being what he actually was, an Omega. The omega’s he set free were set up in safe houses that Tomura’s network setup. They’d had this plan since they were thirteen. And finally it was doing some good.

Once Hawks and a few other underground heros had joined it’d become a bit easier, making it to where they could get out more Omegas at a time. They were happy with what they had accomplished so far, but they still had work to do. They wouldn’t stop until all omegas were free.

It seemed like forever before a soft knocking sound could be heard coming from the window. Dabi hadn’t bothered to pull the shade down after Tomura came in so they could both see hawks sitting on the fire escape waiting to be let in. Pushing himself up, the black haired Omega made his way to the window, letting the blonde inside much like he’d done earlier with Tomura.

Once fully in, Keigo immediately latched onto Dabi, moving to remove his own scent patch in order to mix scents with the other. It only took a moment before the scent of oranges and sandalwood filled the room causing both Omegas to unconsciously relax around who they deemed a safe alpha.

“Are you both ok? I can’t believe they set these new fucking laws, and what about the mission coming up? If Omegas can’t be out alone… we don’t have enough patches for everyone-” Keigo’s spiraling was cut off as Dabi clasped his hands around the alpha’s face, kissing him to shut him up. The kiss itself only lasted a couple of seconds before Dabi was pulling back once more to reassure the younger. “We’re going to work around this. I agree this is a setback but that’s never stopped us before.” Dabi encouraged, putting his wrist against the blonde's neck in order to scent him.

“He’s right, Kei. This is only a setback, we‘ll work through this like we’ve done every time before.” Tomura called from his place on the bed, gesturing for the older to come over.

Upon reaching the bed, Keigo was immediately pulled down to lay across the white haired man’s chest, positioned in a way that would allow Tomura to pet his hair and snuggle him at the same time. It was three days until all three’s heats and rut would begin but both Omegas always got extremely clingy and touchy in the following days. No sex was allowed until their shared cycles began due to just how agitated their genitals would be by the end of it.

With Dabi joining them, they shifted in a way to where Keigo was on top of both of them covering what was left with his wings. It was true that Tomura and Dabi got clingy but it was almost overshadowed by Keigo’s need to protect and cover them from the view of anyone outside their group.

It was an instinct all Alpha’s had, hiding their vulnerable mates from view in order to properly take care of them and keep them safe. Adding on Keigo’s bird traits only caused this instinct to heighten, meaning that when he did go into a rut, the windows and doors needed to be blocked before he could calm down.

Keigo cooed softly as a warm hand started preening his wings, while another slightly cooler hand carded through his hair. Keigo couldn’t be more happy with the relationship he had with the two Omegas. He’d fallen head over heels for the two when they’d first met at age 15.

It was during one of his missions for the commission that was ‘off the books.’ He’d been tailing a big ceo alpha one night when suddenly the man turned into an alleyway off to the side. Following quickly, Keigo stopped at the mouth of the alley only to be surprised at what he saw.

The man had apparently taken an interest in a tall black haired man, which with further inspection turned out to be an omega. An omega who currently was going into heat by the scent of things. Waiting a little longer, Keigo saw that the alpha had cornered the omega against a wall and was practically shoving his head into the other's neck. He could hear the black haired man curse at him while trying to shove him away, but it was to no avail.

The man at that point had started to growl, and get really physical. He’d gotten the Omega’s pants undone by the time he’d made up his mind to blow his cover and intervene when out of the darkness came a loud hiss. The distinct hiss of an angry omega. Suddenly the alpha was being thrown into the other side of the ally with what looked to be a white blur moving quickly after him. All that came from the man was a cut off scream before he seemed to melt into- what was that? Dust? Ash?

Well it didn’t really matter as he was quite dead now. Glancing back to the omega in heat he saw a slightly shorter white haired man reach out, redoing the other's pants before readjusting them to where the taller was leaning on the shorter.

Deciding that he couldn’t just leave them there, he slowly made his way into the alleyway. Immediately he was hit with the scent of distress. The minute he was noticed, a sharp hiss could be heard coming from the white haired omega. Small whines and whimpers could be heard coming from the other as he was clearly in pain and scared due to his vulnerable state. He was only a few feet away when he stopped, putting his hands up to show he wasn’t a threat.

“I’m not here to hurt you, I just wanted to make sure you both were ok.” Keigo spoke, using a softer tone to try and further show he wasn’t going to do anything.

“Fuck off, we don’t need your help.” The white haired omega spat, adjusting to the black haired omega to be further hidden by him.

“I’m sorry, I know the last thing you want is help from an alpha but I really don’t think you’ll be able to carry your friend alone.” Keigo tried again, moving down onto one knee so he wasn’t looming over where they were slouched on the ground.

Just as the white haired omega was about to respond, a loud howl could be heard coming from the black haired omega. “Shit, he’s dropped fully.” The white haired omega hissed, moving his wrist to slot itself against the other's neck.

“You don’t have much time, all alpha’s within a five mile radius would have just heard that howl. They’ll come here and I don’t think you’ll be able to fight them all off on your own.” Keigo reasoned, becoming a little more desperate as his senses threatened to take control.

“Fine. But if you try anything, and I mean anything, I’ll kill you faster than you can even blink.” The omega relented, adding on a threat for good measure. Finally having the go ahead, Keigo moved to take the black haired omega into his arms. “Where does he live? Is it far?” Keigo asked, looking towards the entrance of the alley to make sure no one was coming in.

“He lives about three blocks from here, I’ll lead you there but you’ll need to leave immediately after.” The white haired omega spoke, getting up from where he’d previously been huddled on the ground.

“Of course.” Was all he could respond, feeling the waves of pheromones coming off the omega in his arms. It took all his strength to resist his instinct, and even then that didn’t stop the canines in his mouth to enlarge or himself to get hard.

The walk to the omegas house was one of the most difficult things he’d done but he knew it’d be worth it in the end if it kept both of them safe. After all, what kind of a hero was he going to become if he couldn’t help a couple of omegas in a predicament.

Reaching what looked to be an old apartment building with a fence wrapped around it, Keigo noted a sign which stated omegas only. It was common for older buildings to be set as omega only buildings as most newer buildings were made to accommodate alphas and betas. Keigo thought it was stupid but knew that while he was under the commission there wasn’t much he could do.

Making his way up creaky stairs, the white haired omega finally stopped at a door with black lines spray painted on the outside. Ah so that’s what the black haired omega was. Within omega only spaces, there were at least two to three omegas that stood out as a sort of protector over all the other omegas that resided in said space. Given the way the white haired omega fought, he wouldn’t be surprised if he was also deemed as a protector.

“I can take him from here.” The white haired man spoke, already grabbing the black haired man into his arms. “Ah, sure.” Was all he could get out before a door was promptly slammed in his face.

Just as he was about to leave, the door swung open once more, revealing the heat ridden omega from before. “Fuck! Dabi no!” The white haired omega shouted, running to grab the other to take him back inside. Dabi had apparently had other plans as he dodged the white haired omegas grabs and barreled his way into Keigo’s stomach, causing both of them to tumble to the floor.

“Fuck you smell so good.” Dabi slurred from his place on top of Keigo. “Ahh umm thanks? Could you get off me?” Keigo heaved out, trying to resist the pull of an omega in heat.

“Dabi! Get over here now!” Tomura snarled out, using a tone somewhere between an omega and alpha. In very rare cases, there were omegas born with the ability to command fellow omegas and sometimes even alphas, using a tone close to an alphas. It was so rare that Keigo had never met anyone who could do this until now, which was why he was confused as to why he’d immediately felt an intense urge to submit.

Immediately he was snatched from his thoughts as the sound of an omega whining could be heard coming from right above him. Within moments, Dabi was up and off his lap to obey what the white haired omega had commanded. “Mm sorry Tomura.” Dabi softly called, collapsing into the others arms. Sighing, Tomura looked over to where the blonde was still on the floor.

“Sorry about that. Oh and thank you for not trying anything. If you’d like, we can treat you to some coffee as a thank you. My name is Shigaraki Tomura, this clingy idiot is Dabi.” Shigaraki offered, moving Dabi’s head so it rested against his scent gland.

“Umm sure… uhh Takami Keigo is my name.” Was all he could get out, feeling the beginning signs of a pre rut coming on.

“Right, well Takami. Come to this apartment in three weeks.” With that Shigaraki closed the door once more, locking it so the other would have a harder time getting out.

They’d met for coffee like promised and got to know each other a bit better, Keigo decided he really liked both of them, but wouldn’t realize just how much until two years later.

Three days passed in a haze as the trio’s heats and ruts drew closer, it was on the third night that Dabi’s heat hit first. “Mmph, fuck. Mura, wake up. Dabs heat has started.” Keigo’s groggy voice called out. Feeling Dabi, who had ended up between them, rut against his thigh. Whines and whimpers could be heard coming from the black haired omega as he ground down against the blonde's thigh with increasing speed. “Kei… hurts.” Dabi just about sobbed, trying to get as much friction as he could.

“Shh shh, I know I’ve got you baby.” Keigo responded, shifting so that Dabi had more access to his thigh. Slick ran down his leg as the only thing between them was the thin fabric of his boxers. Tomura, who had woken up just moments before, snapped to attention at the sound of his mate whimpering. Moving to wrap his arms around the black haired man, Tomura could feel himself slipping into his heat as well.

Omegas aren’t supposed to mate with omegas, so not much is known when it comes to an omega pairing. And due to a lack of information, it came as a surprise when Tomura’s features started to change to something more alpha like after their first shared heat. His teeth grew a bit larger, not as large as an alphas, but still larger than an omega’s normal size. His build changed slightly, causing him to be a bit broader, while his heat scent took on a bit of a musk that usually only alpha’s had. The final change was the most surprising, as a medium sized knot grew at the base of his dick.

Neither were complaining at the changes and Keigo never felt challenged by the omega so it ended up being a pleasant change all around.

Just as Keigo noticed Tomura’s scent change, Dabi bit his shoulder, causing him to moan as the omega came on his thigh. At that point he knew it wouldn’t take much more for him to slip into his rut, he was just glad they had remembered to stalk up as the week ahead would be tough.

It was about two hours in when Tomura decided to switch things up. Keigo who had been switching between fucking both of them needed a break. So with a growl that had Keigo backing off, Tomura moved to take care of his whining mate who had just slipped back into his heat-addled brain after a brief reprieve. Moving in between the other omegas thighs, Tomura tapped the others lips in a silent order to open up. Obeying with a small whine, Tomura was able to get his fingers wet before immediately using them to slick up his cock.

It didn’t take much to slide in as Dabi was already stretched wide after Keigo had had his turn. Setting a slow pace, Tomura took the opportunity to mouth at the black haired omega’s neck and down to his chest. Keigo who had seemingly been forgotten off to the side was slowly stroking himself, watching his two omegas make love. “Tomura move, come on I need it please.” Dabi begged, causing the white haired man to growl with a snap of his hips.

“Alpha.” Tomura called, gaining the blonde’s attention instantly. “Be a good boy and get your ass ready for me, I think it’s about time you get some attention.” Tomura purred, lacing a hint of a command under it. Immediately Keigo moved to follow the others request, knowing that if he didn’t Tomura would most likely not allow him to cum again for the rest of the night. It was only recently that Tomura had asked if he could top when they fucked and Keigo had ended up stumbling over his words in his haste to agree. All his life Keigo had been taught to only submit to his handlers, which he never wanted to do. But when he thought about submitting of his own free will, he found that he actually liked the idea. And who better to submit to than Tomura.

He was torn once more from his inner thoughts as Tomura began to speak again. This time it wasn’t directed at him but the words themselves were enough to have him grabbing the bottle of synthetic slick from the nightstand that sat beside the bed.

“That’s it Dabi, you’re doing so well taking my cock. You feel so good. Mm fuck baby.” Tomura’s raspy voice purred, moving to the other‘s scent gland in order to coax more of the sweet scent out.

“Please Tomura, please please please. I need it.” Dabi wailed, as smoke started to seep through his seams.

“Need what, firefly?” Tomura questioned, deciding to tease the other a bit.

“Need to… need to cum please Tomu.. wanna cum.” Dabi slurred out.

Moving Dabi’s legs for a better angle, Tomura decided it was time to give in to what the lover wanted.

“Alright firefly, you’ve been so good for me. You may cum. Come on love, show me how beautiful you can be and cum for me.” Tomura commanded, speeding up his thrusts while aiming directly for the other’s prostate. “Mmm fuck!” Dabi moaned as he came, spurts of clear liquid hitting both his and Tomura’s stomachs. Tomura finished soon after, biting down on the others scent gland as his knot swelled and popped.

“Fuck that was hot.” Came Keigo’s hazy voice.

Looking over, Tomura noted that the alpha had obeyed him and had already gotten two fingers inside himself. “Add another.” He lightly commanded, loving the way Keigo’s eyes glossed over as he moved to obey. His knot wasn’t completely like an Alpha’s knot so it didn’t take as long to come down, allowing him to slowly remove his softening dick from Dabi’s well used ass. Grabbing a plug from the top drawer of the nightstand, Tomura moved to fill Dabi up once more, knowing that he would need a bit more time to focus on his alpha. After he was finished, he moved onto his back so that he could watch his partner open himself up.

Keigo whined as his dick felt like it was about to explode, but didn’t dare touch it, knowing Tomura hadn’t given him permission to yet. He could feel as red eyes cased his entire body, a sense of hunger that showed itself through the others scent, becoming more like a rut scent than a heat scent. Movement out of the corner of his eye caught his attention as Tomura moved to sit behind him.

A single gloved hand moved to encircle his torso as the other one started straightening his feathers. A moan ripped out of him at the contact as his partners lips moved against his ear.

“I’m gonna need you to be a bit more submissive than this, Kei. After all, I don’t want you to turn this around on me halfway through, so why don’t you be a good boy and cum for me.” Tomura purred, knowing that overstimulation was the best way to keep Keigo under him.

“Y-yes s-sir.” Keigo moaned, moving his fingers to start directly hitting his prostate. It didn’t take much more for to Keigo cry out, squirting a large amount of seman onto the bed in front of him before collapsing back into Tomura’s chest, cooing and chirping as he did.

“Good boy, such a good boy. That was so good, baby. You did so well for me.” Tomura praised, knowing that both Dabi and Keigo had praise kinks.

“Alright pretty bird, I want you on your stomach.” Tomura directed, moving the blonde to lay on the bed, a pillow being placed under his hips for comfort. Unlike with Dabi who didn’t get overstimulated no matter what they did during his heat, Keigo got overstimulated rather quickly. Causing Tomura to have to take care of both of them throughout their shared time. It wasn’t until near the end of their cycles that Dabi became coherent enough to take care of Tomura in return.

Moving to massage the base of Keigo’s wings, Tomura took the opportunity to just gaze at the beautiful alpha under him. He’d never felt this way for an alpha before but knew at this point he wouldn’t be able to let Keigo go. He could see that Dabi felt the same and wasn’t oblivious to the way Keigo stared at them both over the past few years.

“Tomu, please. I’ve been so patient.” Keigo begged, more bird noices encompassing his pleas as he did.

“Alright, angel. I’ve got you.” Tomura soothed, using some of his own slick to make entering easier.

Keigo was tighter than Dabi so it made it a bit harder to go in all at once, so Tomura took it slow, easing his way past the ring of his hole. Both men moaned as Tomura bottomed out. Waiting for Keigo to adjust, Tomura focused his attention on the alpha’s nipples, tugging and pinching them as he slowly started to ease his cock out. Finally to the tip, Tomura asked if Keigo was ready to which he got an enthusiastic chirp and yes from the alpha.

With that, Tomura slammed back in. Setting a brutal pace as he knew the alpha liked things a bit rough. Moans and whines could be heard coming from Keigo as he scrambled to latch onto the pillow he was strewn across. It took only a moment for Tomura to find the alpha’s prostate and a few seconds to shift and aim for it with each thrust. Keigo’s wings flared, sharpening and un-sharpening as his talons tore through the bed sheets. “How are you feeling angel? Are you still with me?” Tomura asked, moving to flip the other onto his back.

“Mhhmmm” was all he got in return before a wave of bird noises made their way out of the alpha’s mouth.

“Good boy, angel. So good for me.” Tomura purred, licking and sucking his scent gland as he did. With a few more well aimed thrusts and whines coming from the alpha, Tomura could tell that Keigo was getting close. Moving his hand to wrap around the others quickly swelling cock, Tomura squeezed right as the knot formed, causing the blonde to practically scream as his prostate was hit and his knot finally popped. Large amounts of cum covered both of them as Keigo finally came down, spurts of semen still coming out in waves.

With a few more thrusts, Tomura grunted as his own knot swelled and popped in the alpha’s ass.

Collapsing onto the alpha, Tomura took the chance to finally breathe, knowing that Dabi would be waking up soon from his passed out state.

Four days later, with three left to go saw Dabi finally snapping from his complete heat addled brain allowing Tomura to sink into his own. For the next three days, both Dabi and Keigo took turns making Tomura cum as much as he made them. Overall it was a tiring experience for all of them but they couldn’t be more happy.

Extra: The Talk

It was two weeks after the trios heats and rut ended that Dabi and Tomura sat Keigo down to have another talk about their relationship.

“So… you guys wanna mate me?” Keigo asked, voice small as he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“Yeah. Is that ok? Do you want that with us?” Dabi asked, suddenly sounding a bit more nervous than when they’d started.

“Of course!“ Keigo half shouted, a huge smile spreading across his face as tears welled at the corners of his eyes.

“Well that’s good, I don’t know what I would have done if you’d said no.” Tomura spoke, relief filling his tone.

“So.. when?” Keigo asked, looking between the two for an answer.

“Next heat. We’d like to be able to mate you as soon as possible. But Keigo, you know this’ll put you in danger right? The commission doesn’t take kindly to an alpha with more than one bonded.” Dabi warned, concern overtaking his features.

“I know Dabs, it’ll be ok. I’ll cover up the marks and use more scent blockers. I hate this, and I hope we can change things soon but for now just having you both is enough for me.” Keigo responded, smiling a genuine smile that he didn’t often get to show.

Just as Tomura was about to speak again he was interrupted by a text chiming on his phone.

Taking his phone out, a frown shadowed his face causing his partners to become more alert.

“It’s from Rain. Aizawa’s been taken by the commission.” Tomura hissed, getting up to get ready to leave.

“Fuck.” Dabi swore moving to follow his mate.

Keigo took a moment to marvel at the power his to be mates exuded as he got up from his own seat. He almost felt bad for the commission. Almost. After all, the commission had no idea what hell they were bringing down on themselves.

End

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LAST EPISODE'S REACTIONS

Are we getting a new OP? Are we getting a new OP? Are we getting a new OP? Are we getting a new OP?

The answer is no... BUT I AIN'T MAD, THIS SONG IS A BANGER!

Usually, they change it up with arcs. So I'm guessing next arc we're getting the new OP and ED.

"What's wrong with Shigaraki anyways? Aren't you the one who summoned us?" Well, yeah, but that was before he got jumped.

What kind of horror movie crap is this?!

"... despises human mutants..." Oh, hell no. Spinner brought a sword and I hope he gets every single one of you. Slice and dice, honey!

Disgusting? DISGUSTING?! KISS MY ASS, WOMAN?

GOOD, I'M GLAD YOU GOT GOT! Discriminating disappointments...

"League of Villains is flat broke." That line delivery is hilarious.

*Dabi shows up* I actually just realized Dabi wasn't with them the night before.

Aah, Spinner spilling out some of his backstory... don't make me cry right now.

All I wish you didn't do, Spinner, is choose polka dots. Look, this is the first time I actually despise polka dots on someone, okay? AND THEY'RE BLUE! He does not have blue anywhere else, damn it!

"You mindless cosplayer." Dabi, villain or not, can you not be be mean for 5 seconds?

"That's right. I am empty on the inside!" DAMN! That... that shouldn't hit me right in my chest. But it did and it did HARD.

The way Tomura is just... that face... "why are you grabbing me? Calm down, my guy."

"I still liked the League of Villains." Aaaaaw, Mr. Compress!

Please, stop showing Spinner choking. He even has tongue action going...

"A show can't go on without its supporting characters..." *has flashbacks to the time I and some of my moots was getting messages about wanting some of the characters to die, hero and villain*

"I applaud his courage..." Me, too! Because I ain't taking a chunk out of my thigh on purpose!

But go off, Mr. Compress! Start the show!

Oh, oh! That's... um... his grandfather!

Dabi! He is still your little brother! Damn! You did not have to knock him out the sky like that! Just rude! Rude as hell!

Okay, great-great grandson!

"The blood of the Burgular King flows in my veins." Okay, king, do your thing!

Spinner got his card with that "COME AT ME, BRO" pose. Love that purple! Ooh! And Mr. Compress!

... I don't care how much you shine through this episode, I'm still mad about what you did to Miss Midnight.

Burnin's reaction to Master Driller sacrificing himself and killing that Tremor... I mean... Nomu is exactly my reaction.

This season really turned up on the horror!!!

Oh, my green boy is up again!!! WAIT, IS THAT... *smirks in manga reader*

That shot is meme worthy... I am so sorry...

DANGER SENSE!!! AAAAAH!!! Wait, hold up. He kinda pretty in this shot.

"It's free to watch." Sadly, that can't be said for a lot of things today.

Damn, did Lemillion just do that before he could do any ultimate moves?! I'm so sorry, but damn... that is funny! 😆

"I'm counting on you, Spinner. You admire Shigaraki more than anyone." Aaaaw, that's kind of sweet. I have to admit though, at the beginning of this series, I would not have guessed that out all the League, it's Spinner that becomes close to Tomura. It's a pleasant surprise though. I mean, I have a soft spot for characters that at first glance you didn't think would be buddies later on.

"I get this heartburn that makes me want to throw up." Maybe you should get checked out, my guy.

I forgot he had that hand this whole time.

AH, SHIT, HE'S UP!!!

Spinner... SPINNER!! 🤣🤣🤣 "Well, damn... it worked!" That's his face!

"Tomura got himself a bunch of great friends." And what would you know about that?!

Ew...

"Did you just call me Iguichi? Just who are you?" 🤣🤣🤣🤣

"This is all my sake." YOU SELFISH PRICK!

"Midoriya and Bakugou need medical attention." You are right, Class Prez! My boys needs help ASAP! LOOK AT THEM! Shoto, too!!

"Move now... Izuku Midoriya!" I swear Daiki be delivering Izuku's frustration so well that it makes me want to cry! 😭💚

"... worthless Izuku Midoriya." I HOPE YOU SUFFER!!! THAT'S WHY YOUR BROTHER LEFT YOU, ASSHOLE! YA PRICK! YOU POTATO FACED JERK!!

"Shut your trap, All For One!" Like please! Like today!!

"It looked like a signal asking for help!" 😭😭😭 Izuku's heart is too big for his body, I swear it is! Like... why he is so good? WHY?! It's a cruel world and here you are wanting to save people no matter what side they're on!

AND THEN THEY'RE PLAYING THAT DAMN SONG?! I'M DONE!!!

AND THEN THE SHOW MAJESTIC'S HAT AND MIDNIGHT'S GLASSES?! REST IN PEACE, HEROES!!! YOU WILL BE MISSED GREATLY!! ESPECIALLY YOU MIDNIGHT!!!! 😭😭😭

And that concludes this half of this season!

By far, this was the most gut punching arc of the anime. I had cries, laughs, screams, times I rethink my life choices...

Like... what else can I say? I loved it! And I'm scared for what's coming because... oh, boy. *shivers in manga reader*

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intersexdabi · 11 months

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(warning: animal abuse and death)

thinking about a civilian (+dabitwice) au where touya is fond of cats, but enji hates them. and enji says smth kind of messed up involving one of touya's many insecurities to nip touya's interest in the bud, that something which he thought was ultimately harmless to say. but young touya very much internalizes it since enji is essentially god in his eyes and, again, he's already insecure as is. i have many ideas of what might have been said but can't really choose which way to go but regardless.

growing up, whenever touya came across some stray, especially kittens, he'd trap them and take them to shelters. and when he later makes friends with jin, jin's happy to lend a helping hand. he's got a room he was using for storage anyways that he can keep a cat or two in when needed.

it's no secret to either nat or fuyumi that touya has a soft spot for felines, since they've personally witnessed his efforts. but anytime they suggest he should keep one of them (they think it'd be good for touya to have a pet tbh) touya always brushes them off, making an offhand comment that strikes them as odd, something related to that very insecure boy from all those years ago.

and when enji's trying to figure out how to get on his eldest's good side, because touya keeps fully rejecting him at every turn, natsuo snorts and says he should get touya a cat, then. enji's hesitant but ultimately takes nat's idea. touya refuses, of course, having already decided that he shouldn't get one. enji won't force it, but also realizes that what touya's saying echoes what he said years ago and that his words had a larger impact than he had meant for them to

one day touya's headed home from work when he sees a couple of shithead kids having lit a kitten on fire. after delivering a couple of (minor) burns of his own, touya brings the kitten to an emergency clinic who say it's too late, all they can do is euthanize at this point.

touya won't (can't) accept that and takes the kitten home. he tries taking care of it with his emergency supplies, but ultimately regrets his decision when he finally has to come to terms with that this kitten is near-death and all he's done is prolong its suffering.

its little black body is curled up in his hands when its chest stops moving. he holds it there for a long time in silence. his mind is simultaneously blank and yet racing with thoughts all at the same time. all he can do is stare at the kitten's now-cool little body, unable to conjure up something to say, to do. and in the back of his head is a stream of thoughts.

things like how inherently cruel the world is. how this kitten was just a blip on this earth, whose pain, life, and death were all at the hands of people who couldn't care less, how it burned and was in pain and it didn't matter to anyone or anything. how its mother wouldn't care, how its siblings wouldn't care, how its father especially didn't care. it's dead. food for the worms and beetles. how he made it worse (because isn't that his whole life's story?)

he buries it in the backyard under a plum tree. he curses himself for taking the cat home, knowing full well that a cat (or any creature for that matter) belong with him.

he decides to make the long ride to see jin, because he can't stand being home, knowing that a small corpse is sitting in a freshly dug grave not meters away from him.

and when he gets there, jin is like "ta-da!" because he's saved a kitten by himself today and he wants dabi to see it because it's way too cute. but touya doesn't have any desire to see anymore kittens today. despite that, he can't bring himself to admit his sin to jin, so he has no argument for when jin insists that touya needs to see this kitten.

it's a little kitten with curls galore, little furry rosebuds all over its cream-colored body. a sweet little face looks up at him. jin is talking excitedly because, like nat and fuyumi, jin also thinks touya should get a kitten. (he loves them so much after all! even if he would never use the world "love") this irritates touya and he ends up angrily confessing his fuck up to jin. which ends up to touya admitting why he refuses to have a cat.

there's arguing and finally just talking and jin somehow manages to get touya to question whether or not what he's believed since he was a kid is true. touya agrees to keep the kitten for now, but only if he moves in with jin (as friends bc they still don't realize they're head over heels for each other btw) bc maybe he should really get away from his father while he's sorting things out.

now touya won't stop holding this little baby. and jin has to compete with a cat for attention.

#dabitwice #idk this is obviously super self-indulgent but whateverrrr #animal abuse

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giggly-squiggily · 1 year

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I have an idea. Write tickle headcanons for a ship that was introduced to you through tumblr you hadn't thought before and are now like! :D That one ask from a few days ago that asked you about new ships from the blog, write headcanons for one of them! :]

Oo, this is so clever, anon! Since I'm never good at picking just one; I'm gonna do a headcanon per tumblr-introduced ship! Here we go! :D

The post in question

Twice will clone himself and hide his doops around the league hideout like little traps for Dabi. One minute the flame user is minding his business, the next he's getting ambushed by Twice- repeatedly. It all comes to a head by the end of the day where Twice's got three of himself surrounding the burnt chicken nugget; all grabbing an arm and playfully getting at his worst spots.

Shinsou gets the occasional headache from his quirk. Midoriya offers to give him a scalp massage whenever this happens- but the one time Shinsou did agree to it Midoriya pulled out this torturous contraption. One swipe and poor Shinsou was dead on the floor, a puddle of blushing embarrassment while Midoriya laughed hysterically. It all went south after Shinsou stole the device and used it on Midoriya's knees.

Gonta is guilty of using the whole "Tickle bugs" game on Korekiyo. He'll place a hand on his shoulder and say something along the lines of "Don't move. Gonta found bug." Korekiyo is just *statue mode activated* and Gonta will make a big show of brushing his back before grabbing his ribs and giving him all the gentle tickles ever. It gets kinda obvious after awhile- Gonta isn't exactly sneaky- but Korekiyo finds it cute so he lets him have his fun.

One time as a joke Kuroo "bit" Matsu. He got vampire teeth in the mail for funsies and was running around with them, hissing at his friends and "seeking blood". It was then he learned Matsu's neck is ridiculously ticklish and his newly acquired teeth made it worse. One "nibble" and Matsu's a full turtle- shoving at his shoulders as he scrunches up and giggles. Kuroo nearly died that day from how cute it was (and how he almost swallowed his vampire teeth but he survived. He's not aloud to use them for tickles anymore after that.)

If White Lily's overworking herself in her studies, Pure Vanilla will sneak up on her and tickle her sides until she gives chase. When she does eventually catch up to him, she finds herself in a cleared out room with soft music and pretty fairy lights set up by her boyfriend. They'd slow dance until she decides it's the best time to get him back, giving his own sides a tickle under the guise of "Just getting my hands into position".

(New ship who's this aelkjakrjaejk) Rika likes to gently pull on Grusha's cheeks to make him smile if he's acting a tad too grumpy for her liking. He's stubborn and refuses until she goes for his good knee. It often results in a tickle war that our Ice-gym leader ultimately looses because Rika is simply too powerful for this world (not that he's complaining- he rather likes her smiling face). She'd poke his nose with a "See? That wasn't so hard, was it?" that leaves him a flustered mess the rest of the day.

Hope these were good!

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sednas · 3 years

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how they eat pussy

I have nothing to add, this beautiful title says it all and I'm 50% sure I'm going to be shadowbanned because of the p word in it

trigger warning : smut obviously (degradation, spit play, dumbification, kinda ass eating, edging, all the good stuff)

Abruptly eating it, like it's his last meal. Teeth grazing your sensitive skin and he growls while doing it. He edges you until his mouth is covered in your wetness. He spits on it and laughs when you jump at the sudden sensation. It feels dirty and sloppy, he makes sure to eat it in the most vulgar way possible and tells you how much you're a naughty girl for moaning so shamelessly. Sometimes he fingers you while eating you, or he pushes two of his fingers inside of your mouth, other times he grips your hips so tightly that it leaves a mark. He likes eating your pussy when you're on your back, like that he can easily pin your hips and have you at his mercy. He wants to make you squirt, it's his ultimate goal: Katsuki, Tomura, Shota

Lovingly and slowly, like he's confessing his love through eating you out. His favorite part to kiss you is your lips, he's literally making out with your pussy. He loves when you sit on his face, if you're too shy to do it he will just grab your thighs and lift you up until his nose touches your clit. You could suffocate him with your thighs without him bothering it, he would die happy. He begins by trailings light kisses down on your thighs to your core. He always has his thumb on your clit, tracing little circles on it while his warm tongue slides up and down on your slit. He starts to bury his tongue inside of you when you're near the end, when he can feel your body shaking. He edges you without really realizing it, he just loves taking his time with you. Your moans makes him whimper against your pussy and honestly, he could cum just by listening to it: Izuku, Shoto, Eijiro, Tamaki

Vigorously and quickly, he gives you absolutely no rest. It's overwhelming and exhausting, your body experiences several orgasms a few minutes apart. If you're not a shaking and babbling mess he keeps eating you out. He likes to eat you while lifting you up against a wall, your legs spread open around his shoulders, his hands digging into the soft skin of your thighs with him on his knees for you. The room is filled with wet sounds and your desesperate moans as his tongue licks your sensitive bud with such rapidity that the only thing you can think of is how good he's making you feel. That's great because this is exactly what he wants, getting you all dumb on his tongue : Denki, Keigo

Teasingly and cruelly, he could make you cum within a few minutes but he chose to edge you and deny all your orgasms. The tip of his tongue teases your clit, touching it so slightly that you have to move your hips forward to his face to feel more of his skilled tongue. But of course his strong arm keep you still, saying that if you try to move again he'll stop. Honestly this man is a beast, he can eat you in every possible position, but if he had to choose, he likes eating you from behind, this way he can have easy access to your holes, and yes he eats ass too. Sometimes his fingers slowly caress you lips, tickling your entrance, but he never gives you what you desesperatly want. He vulgarly spits on it, not to get you wet but simply because he has a degradation kink and he mockingly respond to your little whimpers by imitating it. Don't worry, he'll give you your orgasm, as soon as you repeat what he asks you to say, that you're his needy little bitch and that the only thing you need is his dick, it's not that hard isn't: Dabi, Hitoshi

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intertwinedtears · 2 years

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Heyo! For the event, enemies to lovers # 1 w/ tamaki, dabi, shigaraki, deku, and denki please and thank you

hello! i hope u like this ^^

mdni or i’ll break your clavicle

[enemies to lovers trope]

most to least likely to accidentally confess during sex ft. tamaki, dabi, shigaraki, deku, and denki

warnings: all characters aged up, gn!reader, public sex for tamaki, shigaraki tries to kill you

1. DENKI 2. tamaki 3. shigaraki 4. dabi 5. deku

LISTEN when i say you can never be enemies with denki for long i mean it. he may have his dumbass moments but ultimately he’s a nice boy at heart and if that doesn’t tug at your heartstrings… but back to the topic, denki probably doesn’t even realise it himself when he says “god, i love you” mid-thrust and just continues as if he hasn’t just dropped a bomb on you. you’re left reeling from the sudden confession and you’re just so confused. whether you confront him or leave it as something he said in the heat of the moment, denki’s going to be extra flirtatious from this moment on.

tamaki is such a sweetheart i don’t know how anyone could be enemies with him unless they were a villain. the both of you would be hidden in a narrow and dark alley having your very own version of a “fight” which roughly translates to him on the floor, holding onto waist for dear life as you ride him. it doesn’t even register in his brain that he had just stuttered out a confession, too lost in the pleasure to comprehend why you’ve suddenly stopped moving. and when you tell him about what he said, he turns beet red and goes silent. despite the awkwardness of it all, you continue with what you were doing— just gentler. you even cup his face gently and give him the sweetest kiss. tamaki’s not sure how he’s going to resolve this but that’s for later. right now, all he wants is you.

oh no shigaraki won’t take this very well. he probably says it on a whim while coming down from his high. he blames it on your stupidly soft touch and the warmth of your body. if you try to say something, shigaraki will press his fingers to your throat and threaten to kill you, which silences you very effectively. he has a mountain of emotional issues but none even come close to the conflict he feels raging in his chest when he sees you, underneath him, and smiling meekly despite his threat. he decides then and there that you’re his no matter what and coaxes you into another round. it is not your imagination if you think he’s being sweeter than usual.

you can’t tell if dabi genuinely means it or it’s just another ploy at manipulating you. but his cock feels so good hitting that sweet spot inside you, you quickly forget the matter at hand. expect him to be sulky afterwards because you didn’t respond to his confession. he ignores you and gives you curt responses which you don’t think much of since he has always been quick-tempered around you. mood swings like this were a normal occurrence for you. it’s only until he slams you against the wall, caging you in with his arms that you remember what has him so riled up. to play dumb or to reciprocate his feelings, either way he’ll throw you back onto the bed and leave you sore all over the morning after.

deku isn’t an airhead. if he’s going to confess he’ll do it properly and not in the middle of sex. but in the rare case he does, he says with conviction, green eyes staring straight into yours. you can only take what is given to you as he continues to slam his hips into you, pressing his forehead onto yours in a moment of intimacy that is wholly unfamiliar to you. you thought he hated you but you’re proven wrong as he cums deep inside you, whispering how much he wants you. all of you. don’t expect to be able to run away after because deku will hold you close, keeping you right by his side with nowhere to run.

if you liked this, consider sending in a prompt!

EDIT: no longer accepting requests with characters who are minors bc i dont want to age them up

#bnha smut #mha smut #tamaki amajiki smut #dabi smut #shigaraki tomura smut #deku smut #denki kaminari smut #dabi x reader #shigaraki x reader #[❣] — 100 event

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macnevercries · 3 years

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You're Mine

Warnings- stalker/yandere tendencies, somnophilia, fingering, male masturbation, penetration, dubcon/noncon, squirting, breeding kink, etc

WC- ~1.7k

This is for @ultimate-astridwriting ‘s Watch It Creep collab!! (thank you for letting me participate ily)

Dabi had never been one for shopping, going out in public just to have people gawk and point at him was never very appealing. He didn’t need new clothes, there was no one he wanted to impress. Except you. When you went shopping, he couldn't help but love it.

Your constant late night trips became his favorite time of the week. Every time you get new clothes you would blast your music and try on all different outfits with the new pieces you had just bought. Dancing and singing in the mirror, feeling yourself up. Watching you strip and pull clothes snug over your curves over and over never failed to get his dick hard.

On goes a pink tank top and low rise skinny jeans. You take off your bra and brush your nipples over the shirt, looking in the mirror to see them peek through the thin fabric covering your chest. Off goes that outfit, your flawless tits on display, perked by the touch of your own hands. You bend over to pick up a dress to try on, the black thong you wear riding up your ass and giving Dabi an ideal view.

He has a chair pulled up right in front of his window, the perfect view down to your apartment, directly across and down one floor from his. The buildings in your area are packed tight, no more than 10 or 20 feet between the both of you. He takes a seat, spreading his legs and unbuttoning his jeans as he hears your music blast even louder through the thin walls and small expanse of grass that separates your buildings.

He wishes he had a teleportation quirk, that he could hold you in his arms instead of desperately attaching himself to your vulnerable moments. So innocent, you never pull your blinds closed. He often wonders how an angel like you could exist so close to him, in his neighborhood, in his world.

His cock slaps against his stomach, coming to life when he glances up, seeing you peeling off a tight dress. If only it were his hands, his everything pressed up against you, guiding you in your dance while you grind back onto him, hips rolling against his. His rough and scarred hands pump up and down his cock, spreading the minimal precum, the pain of the dry tug spurring him on.

When he glances up from his lap you're putting your pajamas back on, leaving your room to go get ready for bed. Not to worry, he has more material to get off to. His eyes search his room, looking over the various photographs of you hanging on his walls. He’s taken many over time, mostly just normal pictures of you in your apartment or around the neighborhood. But even the most average photos of you entranced him. How could they not, you were just so beautiful.

His eyes run over the photo taped to his wall on the right. He has it placed right next to his window so he can see it when you walk into a different room in the middle of your “session”. The photo depicts you licking dripping ice cream off of your glowing skin on a hot day. Your face is a mix of innocent and erotic, your arms squished together slightly, pushing your breasts up through your low cut shirt. To Dabi this photo is not only perfect because it was captured at the right moment, it’s perfect because it's you.

He tugs harder at his cock, spitting on it roughly and imagining you on your knees for him. How you would wrap your hand around it, cup his balls, swirl your tongue on the tip paying special attention to his piercings all while keeping your eyes glued on him. How he would grab a fistful of your hair and shove your nose to his hips, feeling the contractions of your gagging throat hugging him just right. He’s panting in seconds, making eye contact with the photo one more time before spilling into his hand. He gives a few more pumps, milking himself. He leans over to his desk, wiping his hand off on the matted washcloth that lies there just for this, the one that hasn't been washed in weeks.

When he stands, he sees you walk back into your room with only a small towel wrapped around your body and a face mask, relaxingly flopping onto your bed with your phone. The sight is almost enough to get him going again but he restrains himself, after all he would see you later tonight.

Your door creaks, swinging open into your dark apartment. Dabi gets his lock picker from the door handle and shoves it in the pocket of his pants. He slips silently into your living room, he never stumbles, he knows your apartment like the back of his hand. How could he not when you're so obviously begging for him to come over? He has to listen to his baby’s needs.

Your room is down the hallway to the left, right across the bathroom and 14.6ft from your couch. Your room’s door is open, like always. He sits on the edge of your bed, the dip of his weight on the mattress making you roll slightly towards him. He reaches for your face, your skin so soft against his burnt hand. You stir slightly when he tucks your hair behind your ear and wipes the drool from your lip, but he knows you won't wake up, you never do.

Your blankets only cover one of your legs, you must have been too hot. But this is better for both of you because it gives Dabi a nice view of your night attire. Your legs bare, all the way up to your hips. Your unblemished skin begging to be marked by him. You always wear an oversized t-shirt, probably stolen from one of your many ex boyfriends. And only some nights do you wear panties. Dabi counts his luck as he slowly moves your sheets off of you, his breath taken away when he realizes tonight you aren't wearing any.

Your pussy glistens in the moonlight that filters in through your open window, you could never be bothered to buy curtains. Dabi can't resist the need to touch it, to touch you, to claim you. You were his, you just didn't know it yet.

His slender fingers slide through your folds, slightly pinching your clit to watch your pretty little hole twitch and clench at his touch. He slips one finger inside of you, it goes in easily with all of the slick that's gathered and begun to drip down to your thighs. You let out a small mewl when his finger curves to your g-spot, and he adds another for good measure. You never wake up though, you've always been a heavy sleeper.

But he needs you now, he wants you awake. So he kisses you gently, his mouth molding against yours with a softness he didn't know he was capable of. But soon need and lust take over. His soft kisses turn rough, teeth clashing and blood being drawn from your lip. You begin to wake up, he's causing too much commotion for you to stay asleep.

Your eyes blink open to meet his bright blue ones, panic beginning to set in your mind. You take a deep breath, preparing to scream for help but his hand is covering your mouth in an instant before you can even open it. He leans down to whisper in your ear with a gravelly tone.

“If you scream or make any noise, I’ll make sure you can never talk again”

His hand heats up just enough for you to know he’s not bluffing. All throughout his threats, his fingers never stop thrusting into you. Your tired mind is conflicted between fear and lust, you don't know which one to give in to. Your eyes widen and you nod, choosing to comply with him.

You let out a small moan, bucking your hips back against his hand. This causes the nastiest grin to spread across his face, his evil intent sparkling in his eyes.

“You're gonna be a good girl for me, yeah?”

You nod feverishly, your brain not thinking straight. Dabi lets out a low groan at your eagerness, palming himself through his jeans. He begins to unzip them, undressing both himself and you until your bare skin presses against his. The piercings on his cock sting your skin, so cold against your sex.

He kisses your neck, down to your chest and across your torso. “I'm gonna make you feel so good”

He aligns his cock with you, shoving in his entire length in one go. The wind gets knocked out of you, you're breathless as he begins to fuck you at an ungodly pace, never waiting for you to adjust. He murmurs sweet nothings into your ears, kissing you sweetly as if you were in love. Tears begin to fall down your cheek but he licks them away, he knows you want him.

He fucks you harder, curling his hips into yours. The piercings lining his cock drag against your walls so nicely, the previously cold metal beginning to warm up from your shared heat.

“I bet you like that, don't you slut? Prancing around in front of your window every day for me to see. You know what you do to me. Thats why we are where we are right now; me fucking your tight hole and you taking it like the good little bitch you are.”

You moan at his words, his cock bruising your cervix so nicely. His hand reaches down to your clit, rubbing fast and hard circles against your sensitive nub. Your entire body shakes, clear liquid squirting out of you all over him. You grip him like a vice, milking him with your orgasm. He moans loudly, spilling thick white ropes and fucking them into your womb.

“Yeah, you fucking take it, youre mine”

He slows down after a minute, pulling out only to shove his fingers back into your abused hole, keeping his cum safe inside of you.

“You better hold that, I’ll be back”

#mha smut #bnha smut #mha #bnha #dabi smut #dabi x reader #x reader #mha x reader #bnha x reader #touya smut #touya todoroki #cw: somnophilia #cw: breeding #cw: dubcon #cw: noncon #cw: yandere

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lavenderwhore444 · 3 years

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*cracks knuckles* alright let’s get this started so imagine this toga begs shigaraki to go to the beach but we all know shigaraki will say no but little shiggy here has a HUGE crush on u plus he might get to see u in a swimsuit so he says yes ( not toga trying to hug shigaraki, RIP toga 😔) anyways let’s say you usually wear sweat pants and sweaters like baggy stuff, so shigaraki is excited to see what’s under ur clothes ( pervert shigaraki again 😀) when y’all arrive there shigaraki was basically shaking from excitement he was always interested in u but he was too insecure and was afraid you’ll reject him and find him ugly, and plus u were intimidating as hell your always saying what’s on ur mind even if it destroys someone’s self-esteem anyways shigaraki was wearing some shorts and his sweater ( our baby here is insecure don’t worry we’re gonna fix that😏) as shigaraki was sitting he was disappointed since he didn’t see u yet, *turns on the moto moto song* ur coming out of the water like a sea goddess ur hair is wet u were wearing a Bikini( it can be any swimsuit u do u boo) let’s say shigaraki’s jaw dropped he was drooling as u were coming out u noticed ur boss and ran to him ( do u know those moments were the hot chick runs in slow motion that’s how shigaraki saw u) long story short shigaraki was a stuttering mess and was red as a tomato my dude was starring on ur tits the whole time u were talking ( you had a little crush on ur boss ngl u knew shigaraki liked u back so u were the one who told toga about the beach thing u were planning something 👀) shigaraki accidentally pops a boner home boy wanted to cry from embarrassment of course u noticed it and dragged him a a private place where let’s just fuck his brains out until he’s crying from how good it feels as u were dragging shigaraki was thinking ur going to beat him up or something he was terrified until u pushed him against a wall whispered to him what ur gonna do shigaraki almost fainted, as u trying to take off his sweater he started ti cry he thought u might think he’s ugly and make fun of him ( u were lowkey shocked like 😃what now??) So u decided to kiss every part of his body and tell him how beautiful he and eventually he lets u take it off. I’ll let u take the led now loll

( for kinks now I’ll say a lot of body worship kink and a lot of praise kink, I would say the reader is a super soft dom, shigaraki is a super shy and cute sub maybe the reader gives shigaraki a boob job idk do whatever ur comfortable with babe, btw it’s super fluffy)

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Warnings: Boob job, cunnilingus (oooh fancy word), Shiggy is insecure but dw we fix that, praise kink, use of the nickname “puppy, ” Shigarakis a pervert (not news to us), nipple play ig, body worship, soft dom y/n, sub Shigaraki, he cries :(, I hc that Shigaraki has sh scars on his thighs and they are mentioned

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“Beach!” Toga yelled, “we’re going to the beach!”

She ran up to you and hugged you.

“Y/n we’re going to the beach!” she said, grinning up at you.

“We are, ” you nodded, ruffling her hair.

She ran over to Shigaraki, “come to the beach with us, Shiggy, ”

“No, ” he said, looking back at his game.

“Please, everyone is going, ” she pouted, “even y/n is coming, ”

A vision of you in a bathing suit flashed in front of his eyes. He imagined you putting on sunscreen and laying on your stomach on the beach, accidentally spilling water on your chest and your nipples perking up because of how cold you were out of the water.

“Fine, ” he said.

Toga squealed and hugged him.

“Oh- hey, what the hell?” he said, pushing her off, “don’t do that toga,”

She moved on to her next victim, “Dabi, go to the beach with us!”

“Who’s coming?” he asked, lighting a cigarette.

“I got everyone to go, ” she bragged.

“Wow, kid, everyone? Even y/n?” he asked.

Toga nodded frantically, proud of her achievement.

“God job, I’ll go, ” he smirked, “plus i’ll get to see y/n in a bathing suit, ”

You walked by and flicked his forehead, “eyes to yourself, bacon bits, ”

“God, babe, I love your little pet names for me, ” he teased.

Shigaraki glared at him, but you were already halfway up the stairs.

“Don’t look at me like that, ” he said, looking at Shigaraki, “we’re both going for the same reason, ”

“No, ” he denied, “I’m going because it's summer, and when it’s summer, you go to the beach, ”

Dabi rolled his eyes, “whatever you say, boss, ”

“Shiggy!” Toga yelled, “go get ready. We’re leaving, ”

He stood in his room staring at his swim shorts. He knew he’d have to wear them, and he could just put a shirt on too. He didn’t have to swim. He could just leave the shirt on. It would be fine. He really didn’t have a chance with you, but if you saw him without a shirt, you’d be disgusted. He felt disgusting.

You pulled out a bikini Toga forced you to buy and flopped down on the bed. Shigaraki was coming, which meant you were gonna get to see him without a shirt. You blushed and giggled, already daydreaming about him. Even though it was wrong, even though he was your boss, you just couldn't help it. You were one-hundred percent certain you were going to melt when you saw him. Toga had always said he had a crush on you. Maybe he would finally make a move. That was the plan anyways. The whole reason Toga had bugged everyone to go was by your request.

With your bag packed and swimsuit on under your clothes, you were ready to go. Shigaraki wanted to cry when he looked in the mirror. Maybe this was a bad idea, maybe he shouldn't go. He heard a knock on his door.

“Hey, we’re about to leave. Are you ready?” You asked, “if not, I'll wait with you, so you dont have to go down by yourself. I hate being the last person ready. I don't want you to go through that pain, ” you laughed.

“No, I'm ready, ” he said, opening the door. No turning back now.

“Alright, let's go, ” you said, already walking downstairs.

He tried to calm himself as he walked down, trying to stop the grin that wanted to spread across his face. Finally, he thought, what was y/n hiding all this time? He was last to go through the warp gate, upset that you had already runoff. He waited around, nearly sweating to death until he heard Dabi yell.

“C’mon y/n, give us a little spin, ” he yelled.

He saw you blast him with sand using your quirk. He chuckled at Dabi’s predicament. You screamed as Dabi jumped in, splashing you with water. He picked you up in his arms only to throw you back in the water. You came up for air and splashed him again. Your splash war continued for some time, providing Tomura with entertainment until, ultimately, you called it a draw. He watched you and Toga play mermaids for a while before he grew bored and continued with his game, that was until Dabi wolf-whistled and he saw you begin to walk out of the water. You used your quirk again, sending a small tidal wave towards him.

“Youre so mean to me y/n, ” he complained.

“Shut it, patchwork, ” you said.

“Stop you're giving me butterflies, ” he smirked, getting splashed again.

You started walking again, the water slowly getting shallower and revealing more of your body. You were glistening, the sun reflecting off the water on your skin. Your cheeks were red from the sun, and he realized you had put sunscreen on in your room. Damn it. You brushed some wet hair out of your face, and your chest was now entirely on display.

“Fuck, ” he whispered.

He tried to be discrete, and the sun shining directly in your eyes certainly helped him. He stared at your stomach, the next part of your body to reveal itself. All he could think about is tracing little designs on it, laying his head on it, and putting a baby in it. Your thighs were an absolute show stopper. He wanted to suffocate between them. He averted his eyes when he realized you were walking over to him.

“Hey, can I sit here?” you asked, wringing out your hair.

“S-sure, ” he said, trying to focus on your face, which was definitely beautiful but...boobs lol.

“Thanks, ” you said, “I’d rather sit with you than all of them. I love Toga, but she’s a handful, and everyone else is staring at me. Bunch of creeps, ”

“Sorry about them, ” he said, unable to stop his wandering eyes.

“It’s ok. Nothing you can do, Shiggy, ” you said, “oh my god, you’re bright red. Did you forget sunscreen? It’s ok. I've got some, but you’re on the paler side, so you've gotta be careful, Shig, or you’ll burn up, ”

The redness on his face was because you were sitting next to him, nearly naked, but he wasn't going to admit that, especially when he saw you bend over to get sunscreen. He was trying desperately to control himself, but part of him had a mind of its own. He nearly died when you leaned in and put sunscreen on his face, laughing as you put a glob on his nose. He let out a genuine laugh that warmed your heart. You started talking, but honestly, he couldn't listen. You were very expressive when you spoke, and all the movement caused your tits to bounce, mesmerizing him.

He could only half listen, nodding and ‘mhm’ing when appropriate. You noticed quickly and gave him a few minutes to redeem himself but he failed. You grabbed his chin and made his eyes meet yours.

“Tomura Shigaraki, we're you staring at my boobs?” you said, feigning disappointment.

“N-no, I wasn't, ” he said.

You sighed, “lying about it only makes it worse, ”

“I'm sorry, ” he whispered, “I know I shouldn't have. I just...”

You let go of his chin and looked down at his lap.

“Really?” you asked, pointing out his obvious boner.

“Shit, I'm sorry y/n I'm so sorry. I know I'm gross and awful, and I'm just so sorry, ” he said, trying to cover it.

You grabbed his arm and dragged him away to the deserted changing rooms. Originally this beach was supposed to be a hot spot for tourists, but the water park a few miles closer to the city shut it down, leaving the beach in good condition. He braced himself for a slap, a punch, a kick, but he never could've prepared himself for a kiss on the cheek.

“I've been thinking about this for a while, Shigaraki, ” you whispered, “thinking about all the things I'd do to you, all the ways I'd make you feel good. Did you know I can block skin-to-skin quirks? You can touch me, baby, ”

“Y-you're not mad?” he whispered.

“No, I'm not mad, ” you shook your head, “I've always had a little crush on you Shiggy, ”

“Tomura, ” he corrected, “call me Tomura, ”

“Tomura, ” you whispered, “I can't wait to touch you. Fuck, I'm gonna kiss you all over. I can't wait to get between your thighs, baby. We've got all day, ”

He kissed you softly, enjoying your lips. They were sweet and soft in contrast to his dry, chapped ones. He felt so lacking, but the way you were kissing him made him feel like he was floating. You pushed him further against the wall, running your hands through his hair. Your arms hung around his neck, and he wrapped his arms tight around your waist. You kissed each other for a while, no teeth or tongue, just your lips pressed together. Eventually, things began to heat up. You let your tongue try and find its way between his lips and into his mouth. He groaned into your mouth. You tugged his hair, trying to get even closer. Your hands traveled up and down his chest, reaching for the bottom of his shirt.

He grabbed your hands and pulled away.

“No, ” he whispered.

You nodded, “that's ok, you don't have to, Tomura. Did I do something wrong?”

He shook his head, “you’ll make fun of me, ”

“Why would I make fun of you?” you asked, stroking his cheek.

“Because I'm not, ” his voice broke, “I don't- I'm ugly y/n. My body is disgusting you-you won't like me anymore, ”

Your eyes widened, “what?”

“You heard me, ” Tomura said, wiping away tears, “I hate myself, and you would too, ”

“That's bullshit, ” you said, “I think you're beautiful, ”

He scoffed, “you've never even seen me in shorts before now. How would you even know?”

“Because I’ll think you're beautiful no matter what, Tomura Shigaraki, ” you said, “and nothing could ever change that, ”

He shook his head and turned to walk away, but you took his hips and pushed him against the wall. You grabbed his face and kissed him harshly. You kissed his forehead next, the scar on his eye, both of his eyelids, his cheeks, the scar on his lips, and the mole under them.

“You have such a pretty face. You have gorgeous eyes, Tomura. I love kissing you, ” you whispered between kisses.

You kissed away a few stray tears that fell and pressed your forehead to his as he cried.

“Please don't look at me, ” he whispered, pressing his face into your neck.

Seeing him like this broke your heart. You held him as tight as you could, kissing the side of his head. You were going to kill whoever did this to him. You lifted his head and kissed him softly this time. You rubbed your hands up and down his sides. You sunk to your knees and kissed his thighs. Every scar was kissed and stroked lovingly even though your heart broke for him. You moved up his body to his stomach, lifting his shirt even though he tried to pull it down again. You kissed his stomach, soft, light kisses.

He started to relax a bit more, petting your hair instead of trying to pull down his shirt. You moved to his hands next, standing once again. You took his right hand and kissed his knuckles, then the top of his hand, and lastly, his palm. You repeated this on his other hand. You started kissing the scars on his neck, sucking softly. He moaned.

“That feels good y/n, ” he said, moving his hands to your hair.

“I'm gonna make you feel good, baby, don’t worry, ” you mumbled against his skin.

You bit the skin at the juncture of his neck, he groaned and whispered, “yes.” You kissed down to his collar bones, hearing his breathing get faster. This time you practically yanked off his shirt before he had time to stop you.

“So fucking beautiful, ” you said, standing back to admire him.

This time he didn't turn away from you but blushed and shut his eyes. You ran your hands up and down his chest and stomach. Shigaraki whimpered when you tweaked his nipple.

“Good boy, ” you whispered.

He nodded, “I wanna be your good boy. Please, ”

You smiled and brought his lips to yours again. You kissed his cheek and bit his ear softly.

“You're doing all the work, ” he said, “that's not fair. Besides shouldn't I be in charge? That's what it's like in...” he trailed off, embarrassed.

“No, ” you said, “I want to do this for you. I want to be in charge. I want to take care of you, baby. You deserve to relax, ”

He kissed you again, holding you tight to his chest.

“Tomura, ” you said, taking his hands in yours, “I have a question for you, ”

He nodded.

You leaned in and whispered, “how would you like to fuck my tits. You were staring at them all day so why don't you have a little fun with them, ”

He nodded frantically.

“Use your words, puppy, ” you said, scratching his head.

He groaned softly, “yes, please y/n, ”

You guided his hands to your still-clothed chest. He squeezed gently, cheeks growing bright red. You giggled and undid the back of your bikini, letting him see your tits without the thin material over them. He was practically drooling over you, wrapping his lips around your nipple. He sucked and licked them, causing you to moan. Every sound you made was a symphony to his ears, the most beautiful thing he’d ever heard, and he was desperate for more. He moved upwards to litter your neck with hickeys and coax more moans from your beautiful lips.

His long fingers found their way to the strings on the sides of your bikini bottoms. With one tug at the strings, they were around your ankles. It was your turn to blush at the exposure of your body while Tomura’s eyes gleamed. He was on his knees in mere seconds, admiring your sex. You felt self-conscious as he stared at your most intimate area.

“Please, ” he said, looking up at you, “can I taste?”

“Let me do something for you first, ok?” you said, “sit on the bench, ”

He nodded and did as he was told. You kneeled in front of Tomura and took off his pants before pushing your tits together around his cock. His eyes were as wide as saucers as he watched you. You looked up at him as you bounced, moving him between your breasts. He let out a strangled groan and threw his head back.

“That's my good boy, ” you praised, “that's my baby, feels good, yeah?”

He nodded.

“Use your words, puppy, ” you reminded him.

He bit his lip and blushed, still silent, except for his little noises.

“Aww, is someone feeling shy?” you asked.

He nodded and hid his face in his hands though it did little to hide the shy smile on his lips.

“If you want me to keep going, you're going to have to be a good pet for me, Tomura. Be a good boy and speak up, ” you said, pulling his hands away from his face.

“Feels good, ” he whispered.

You decided that was good enough and continued moving him between your boobs. You watched the head of his dick throb and pulse. He began whimpering as his thighs shook. He got louder, whining and moaning desperately.

“I know, baby, I know, ” you said in response to his beautiful noises.

He cried out whimpering.

“Y/n, ” he cried, “I need to cum, ”

“Hold just a little bit longer for me baby, ” you said.

“Can't, ” he cried out, “can't hold it y/n please lemme cum, ”

“Just a little longer, ” you promised, “be my good boy, ”

He whimpered and tensed up in concentration, trying his hardest. He struggled for a while longer begging and crying to cum.

“Go ahead, cum for me, Tomura, ” you said.

He came hard, splattering your chest with his cum. Tomura was left panting and shaking while drool dripped down his chin. His dick twitched a few times more as you let it free from between your boobs. He whined pathetically. You cleaned the sticky mess up as best you could.

“Shh sweetie, I know, I know, ” you said, sitting next to him and pushing hair out of his face.

You pulled him to your chest, watching and listening to him breathe.

“Now, can I taste?” Tomura whispered.

You kissed his forehead, “of course, puppy. Go ahead, ”

He sunk to his knees, spreading your thighs. He groaned when he saw your sloppy cunt drooling for his mouth. He licked a long stripe up your entire cunt, licking over and over. Focused on taste rather than pleasure, finally indulging himself in the delicious juices of your cunt. He grew needier for your moans, trying to find the right places to lick and suck. He found a little bud at the top of your cunt to suckle on and flick his tongue over. Tomura smiled from ear to ear at the sounds coming out of you. Every moan and whimper, every grunt and groan made his heart swell. His fingers once again found their way down, this time finally entering you.

Unpracticed thrusts turned into brushing your g-spot until he realized that curling his fingers was the way to go. Hearing your moans and lewd squelches was a fantastic prize to collect.

“I'm close, Tomura, keep going sweetie, ” you choked out.

You were close, oh god, yes, you were going to cum in his mouth. He ate you out with a passion, desperate for your gorgeous pussy to drip down his chin. Harder, faster thrusts. Stronger licks and desperate slurping. When you finally tensed, he moaned in premature ecstasy, ready for your delicious cum. The vibrations coaxed a gorgeous moan from you. Cum gushed from your pussy and into his waiting mouth, lapping it up like a starved puppy. You tried to shove him away, overstimulation stabbing your cunt. When he finally pulled away, his face was red and coated in your slimy juices, as well as his tongue lolling out of his mouth. He was panting and absolutely blissed out.

He crawled back to you, clinging to your legs.

“Good puppy, ” you praised him, “you did great, Tomura, ”

He grinned, hiding his face in your thigh and giggling. You pulled him up and onto your lap, kissing him on the nose.

“Do you want me to fuck you properly baby?” you asked.

His face fell, “I can't. I'm...I'm not hard. I'm sorry, ” he whispered, tears of embarrassment welling in his eyes.

“Oh, baby, ” you said, stroking his hair, “it's ok, Tomura. It’s ok. Don't worry baby, ”

He sniffled, “ Please don't be mad at me. ‘m sorry. I'm sorry y/n I-I’m a bad boy, ”

“No baby, no, ” you said, wiping away his tears, “you're not a bad boy. You're my good boy, my special boy, ”

He whimpered, bottom lip quivering. You rubbed his back, praising him.

“My good boy, my sweet boy. You did so well for me. Tomura, you're amazing, you're such a perfect boy Tomu, ” you whispered.

He nodded, trying to compose himself.

“Lets go swimming honey, ” you said, stroking his cheek.

He shook his head frantically, “n-no I don't want them to see me, ”

You looked him in his eyes, “you are beautiful. Now come on, we’re both sweaty. Besides, I think they'll be more focused on all the hickeys you gave me, ” you giggled.

He bit his lip.

“C’mon baby, ” you coaxed him, “can you be my good boy?”

He nodded hesitantly, “I'm...a good boy. But-but what if they make fun of me?”

“Then I’ll kill them, ” you smiled, “if they're going to disrespect you, they don't deserve to be in the league anyways, ”

His eyes widened, and a small smile played on his lips. He nodded and stood up, offering a hand to help you up. You accepted, and he pulled you up and to his chest. He held you there, pressing his face into your hair.

“Thank you, ” he whispered.

You kissed him, “my pleasure, ”

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kisseswithkai · 3 years

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Boobs, A$$, or Thighs?

Just a fun little piece on what I think the BNHA guys’ preferences are!

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Characters: Midoriya, Todoroki, Bakugou, Kirishima, Kaminari, Sero, IIda, Tokoyami, Shinsou, Tamaki, Mirio, Aizawa, Hawks, Dabi

Warnings: spicy/ suggestive content

Midoriya Izuku- Boobs

While he isn’t the most outright about it at first, Izuku would love your boobs. He has very good self control and would be sure never to let his eyes wander while you’re watching, but he can’t deny that he doesn’t miss they way they move when you train or how nicely they fill out your school uniform. Once you assure him that you don’t mind him looking and touching when you two are alone, his hands will more often than not absentmindedly find their way under your shirt to knead at your mounds while a blush coats his cheeks.

Todoroki Shoto- Thighs

Shoto is the kind of guy that needs to feel comfortable and compatible with your personality first, but once he lets his walls down with you he find himself more and more infatuated by your legs. His eyes wander to the skin left visible between your school uniform skirt and the tall socks that come up to just below your knee. When he sits next to you he always has to be caressing your thigh and rubbing patterns against it with his fingers.

Bakugou Katsuki- Ass

An ass man through and through. While he isn’t the type to go overboard with PDA, he’ll definitely be sure to sneak in discreet slaps, grabs, or rubs and smirk at you after he does it. When you two are alone and you’re either cuddling or sitting on his laps his hands will almost always end up migrating to your butt to knead at the plush flesh. Your ass is his and he’s always sure to remind both you and himself of it.

Kirishima Eijiro- Thighs

This man is all about body worship, but your thighs just enable him to do so even more in his opinion. He can hold on to the soft flesh while driving or sitting next to you to make sure you feel protected and attended to while he may be otherwise preoccupied with something else. He also just loves to lay between them with his head resting on your stomach while you play with his hair. Additionally, they provide the perfect place to anchor his hands while he shows you how well he can make you come undone both with his tongue and his cock.

Kaminari Denki- Boobs

Denki loves himself some titties, and it doesn’t matter the size or shape. They’re easy to see, easy to access, and just overall wonderful in his opinion. His eyes will dart between your face and your chest while you talk to him (he’ll tone it down if you’re uncomfortable with it though, you just have to tell him bc he can be kinda clueless) as he takes in the swell of your boobs in your school uniform, your cleavage that pokes out of that one v-neck he particularly loves, how they look in your hero costume, anything.

Sero Hanta- Ass

Major major ass man, and he’s not afraid to show it. He’s the type of guy to insist on walking behind you so he can watch your booty move as you walk while also simultaneously making sure no one else is checking you out. He also loves to “hold you by your waist” which ultimately means his hand is going to slowly trail further and further down until his hand is completely resting on your ass. Sero just can’t help himself, your butt drives him wild and he loves to always be either watching or touching it.

Iida Tenya- Ass

Even someone that reeks of being as gentleman-like and professional as Tenya has their weakness, and for him it’s your ass. He would never indulge on touching it unless the two of you were alone and specifically getting intimate. However, he often finds that he has to scold himself for how often he sneaks glances when you get up to write an answer on the board in class, bend over to pick up a pencil you dropped, or when you’re walking in front of him in the halls at school. He’s worshipping your ass, just privately.

Tokoyami Fumikage- Ass

Similar to Tenya, Tokoyami is the type to watch respectfully. He would never want to make you or other people around you uncomfortable by indulging in his wishes to grab your ass whenever he sees you. Instead he opts to watch from afar relishing in the fact that at the end of the day you’re his and he’ll be able to touch you all he wants later when it’s just the two of you. Tokoyami does make a habit of wrapping his arm around you and settling his hand dangerously low on your hip to send a clear message to those around him that you and your ass belong to him.

Shinsou Hitoshi- Boobs

One heck of a boob man. To him they’re like the most perfect pillows to ever exists that were made just for him. Shinsou will always take the time to admire you, lowkey around others but always obviously smiling between your face and your cleavage when it’s just the two of you. At the end of a long day of training to catch up with his new classmates in the hero course, Shinsou looks forward to nothing more than offering each a loving squeeze before he lays his head down on your chest while you play with his hair and talk about your day.

Tamaki Amajiki- Thighs

Tamaki is shy, too shy to be able to fully admire your more intimate parts, but to him your thighs are marvelous. They feel nice to hold on to, if he gets anxious while you’re sitting next to him he’ll find a safe haven clutching on to your inner thigh and gently kneading his stress into the malleable flesh. When it’s just the two of you, he loves to hold your legs in his lap and gently run his hands up and down the expanse of your legs, sometimes massaging out any tension if you ask him to.

Mirio Togata- Boobs

This kind, shining, respectful beacon of a man loves your boobs. The way he likes to roughly fondle them when you two are alone is a stark contrast to his usually more controlled behavior. He’ll always shower you with praise while he does it, telling you how beautiful you are and how your body was made for him to hold. Mirio is also a professional at sneaking undetected looks towards your boobs, he’s infatuated with you and can’t get enough of looking and touching.

Aizawa Shota- Thighs

Aizawa is a reserved gentleman, and this translates over into the way he admires and touches you. When in public he prefers to keep things appropriate and professional, so if you’re seated next to each other his hand will be placed firmly on your knee, only occasionally venturing a little further up to trace the skin of your thigh. In the bedroom, he more outwardly shows his appreciation for your body, especially your legs that he adores so much, by taking his time to carefully kiss and mark up the expanse of your thighs before finally settling where you need him most.

Hawks- Ass

Keigo loves your ass and he’s quiet about it to everyone but you. He’s careful to be sure that nobody else notices his cheeky grabs and pinches of your ass cheeks, or the way his hand wanders just a little too low when he’s guiding you through a crowded area by the small of your back. He’s also the type to put his hands on your waist and rub up against your backside closer than necessary in a tight space, and he’ll fan out his wings to block his actions from the view of anyone else.

Dabi- Thighs

Dabi loves your thighs, especially when he’s holding them so tightly that bulges of flesh pour out from between his fingers. When cuddling he insists on having you laid out with your leg carelessly thrown over his hip so he can hold on to and rub his hands over your thigh. He’ll also throw your legs over his shoulder while pounding into you so he can easily kiss up and down the inside of your thighs.

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mango-bango-bby · 3 years

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Hello! I hope you're having an amazing day/afternoon/night! Sorry if this is an odd request, but can I request a dabi with a darling who gets random waves of anxiety? And maybe becomes really clingy when they get anxious? (I'm not the best at writing requests, I apologize if it is frazed oddly or if there are mispelled words.)

♡ Stay ♡

(A/N: This is not an odd request, sweetheart!! I also get random waves of anxiety. And it’s alright!! I understood your request, darling 💖 I hope you like this, Dabi is my ultimate comfort character and so I love writing comforting fics with him 👉👈)

Content Warning ⚠️: Yandere, anxiety, soft Dabi is extra soft today

Summary: Dabi comforts you when you randomly get a wave of anxiety (Yan!Dabi x GN!reader)

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Dabi can feel a small smirk carve onto his face when he sees a large pile of blankets on the bed. He knows that’s where you are, under all of that. He calmly walks to the bed, lifting up the blankets to be met with your pouting face.

“Hey, little lamb” Dabi speaks, he sees the pout on your face and thinks it’s cute. Although he can’t help but wonder why you have such a look on your face. “Where were you?” You whine, trying to sound angry to show him you mean business. However your words come out insecure and upset.

“I was with the League, sweets” Dabi says as if you should’ve known. Which you did know, you knew he was probably with the League. He barely left the apartment unless it was a mission with the League or getting something that you needed. But you couldn’t help but wish he was in the apartment with you more. You even wish he would let you out of the apartment sometimes just so you could be with him.

Dabi sits on the bed next to you, you completely covered in many blankets except for your head poking out. As soon as he sits on the bed, you reach your arms out, grabbing his waist to snuggle him. Normally he’s the one grabbing onto your waist for affection but it seems the tables have turned today.

“Oh? What’s this, you needy, sweetheart?” Dabi teases, only for you not to respond. You bury your face into his stomach, sniffling every once and a while. Although he can tell you aren’t crying, it’s as if you’re trying to hold in your tears. “Hey, what’s up?” He asks, softening his voice, gently playing with a piece of your hair.

“I...” you pause not exactly knowing how to explain your emotions that came out of no where. “I don’t know. I’m scared” you mumble, turning you face to look at him for a moment but you quickly hide it again by cuddling him. Dabi looks at you with half-lidded eyes, now petting your hair instead of playing with it.

“Why’re you scared, angelface?” Dabi asks, knowing you most likely don’t know and won’t answer his question. “I don’t know” you respond, your voice muffled. You get like this every once and a while, random waves for fear and anxiety crash over you. Leaving you to be exhausted and upset.

Dabi shifts slightly, hand still on your head. However when he moves, you tighten your arms around him. Your eyes are teary but you keep your face buried in his stomach so he doesn’t see. “Please don’t leave” you mumble, your voice breaking Dabi’s stone cold heart. You’re so cute, even when you’re sad. “Stay with me here” You continue mumbling, sniffling slightly.

“Poor thing” Dabi hums before continuing to speak. “Don’t worry, I’m not gonna leave, I promise.” he lifts your chin, looking at your glassy eyes before giving you a kiss. It’s an open mouth kiss like usual but this kiss is softer than his other ones.

He pulls away before kissing you once again. It’s childish but perhaps he can kiss all of your worries away.

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Thank you for reading, darling!!

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get-shiggy-with-it · 3 years

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Just My Type Pt. 1

Pairing: Tomura Shigaraki x Reader

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: slight dubcon, stalking behavior, voyeurism, male masturbation, sorta subby shiggy if you squint, reader is pretty gender neutral, no pronouns used, 18+ MINORS DNI

Summary: You’re a part time transporter for the LoV and Shigaraki just can’t seem to get you out of his head. So much so that he follows you home and jerks it to you changing in front of your window.

Note: first time writing for shig and this sat in my drafts forever, I’m thinking of a part two If there is any interest.

Part 2

AO3 Mirror

He didn’t understand you.

Though, to be fair, he didn’t really understand anyone—he never needed to.

As long as the League did what he told them to do when he told them to do it, that was always enough. Ultimately, people were nothing more than overly complicated pits of questionable motivations, each arbitrarily categorized as good or evil and judged accordingly. Whether or not he understood those motivations was immaterial.

It was enough to have them simply obey.

And he’d never bothered with wondering why they followed him.

But that wasn’t exactly true anymore, because Tomura Shigaraki did wonder now—wondered often, and somewhat obsessively, about you.

He was doing it now, even. Eyes creeping their way across the dingy floorboards to where you stood by the bar’s entrance. You looked very out of place there, and your voice was almost too loud as it broke the almost constant silence.

It wasn’t that you stood out, though—really it wasn’t. To anyone else, you probably didn’t at all. In fact, the only reason he became even tangentially aware of you at all was because you came to him for payments. You were just a transporter, showing up every now and then to drop off or pick up a new order and rushing out again.

‘Reliable’ is the word Kurogiri used. That’s why he recommended you, and he was right.

You did your job quietly, without error.

All this was just to say that from the outside you were frustratingly unremarkable—a blip, a smudge on the page of his life’s work in the making.

And yet.

And yet you were so impossible to ignore, standing out immediately every time you walked in a room.

You were nothing special, nothing he hadn’t seen before. Though, now that he thought about it—neck tingling the second he felt your eyes on him—maybe it wasn’t so much that your presence itself was incongruent. No, objectively speaking, you did fit in perfectly amongst the shitty furniture and refuse. But it was specifically the way you carried yourself around him which seemed so blatantly unusual.

“Everything’s unpacked and accounted for,” you called to him, sauntering over to his seat along the bar.

You had a particular walk—It was something he noticed early on. Like you always knew exactly where you were going.

“Good,” he nodded and tossed an envelope of cash your way.

He never knew what to say to you, so he tried to say as little as possible. Though there were plenty of things he wanted to say. Questions and phrases occurred to him nightly, clamoring at the seal of his lips to escape, to be spoken into reality.

“Same time next week?” you asked, obvious to the rampage of thoughts in his head.

You always looked him in the eye when you spoke, no one ever did that.

“Yeah.”

The upward quirking of your lips when you spoke made his palms sweat, “See you then. Pleasure doing business with you, as always.”

Your hand was the last thing to disappear from around the door frame and into the street. As your figure faded away into the crowd, the air seemed to grow heavier. The soft clinking of glasses as Kurogiri tidied up, the oppressive scent of bodies and liquor and smoke all wafted back in.

Now he’d wait another week to say all of two words to you and pretend it wasn’t the only thing he’d truly looked forward to in years.

***

So no, Tomura Shigaraki didn’t understand you, but he was beginning to wish that he did.

Which was concerning in it’s own right. He was not accustomed to whatever the pit that developed in his stomach when you came around was called and for good reason. Things like that got in the way of progress. He knew that much at least. And he tried, so very hard to disregard it, but you kept coming back every week and he—

He couldn’t.

It was just because you were attractive. That was what he tried to tell himself. It was because you were attractive and you wore those tight uniforms sometimes and Dabi was...Dabi, so he always pointed it out. It was because you were attractive and he was only human, as much as the rest of the world tried to deny it. That was the only reason you ever crossed his mind. He could accept that. It was a physical response, nothing he could help.

You were nice to look at, and he appreciated your willingness to do your job and keep your mouth shut otherwise.

In the beginning, it was easy to convince himself of this.

Easy to live with just the stolen glimpses of you rushing in and out the door. But as those short few seconds grew and your employment with the League became increasingly stable, just the sight of you weaving through the tables or negotiating with Kurogiri at the bar wasn’t nearly enough to keep him satisfied.

Then you started staying for drinks some nights, maybe every other week or so, which certainly didn’t help the situation.

The others liked you enough. Despite the effect you seemed to have on him, to everyone else you were unassuming in a way Tomura was beginning to think must be purposeful. Shallow, yet personable enough to be appealing to just about anyone. He was sure the rest of the team would never notice it, but he had such a hard time doing anything other than drinking in every word that fell from your lips that it was hard not to see the way you casually dodged every question thrown your way.

In any case, it made you easy to get along with, and so when you did decide to hang back after runs, the bar was always a bit lighter and filled with the scent of drugstore shampoo instead of blood and grime. Tomura himself never actively participated in ‘team bonding activities,’ but he remained in the periphery.

Listening. Looking.

At you.

Tonight was one of those nights, and it was following the same formulaic structure as usual. Kurogiri made everyone a drink, Toga laughed too loud at a terrible joke, and after a few shots Dabi made a thinly veiled pass at you.

Tomura was starting to think that he did it specifically to get to him, and it was annoyingly effective. His chest grew tight as he watched a scarred and stapled hand slide it’s way into your lap. Tomura’s own nails dug painfully into the scabs of his neck while Dabi’s bit at the flesh of your thigh.

But the surge of anger, of jealousy, didn’t mean anything. Not really.

Dabi always pissed him off, so he tried to blame the visceral reaction on the fact that the burnt piece of beef jerky masquerading as human was a bit of a bastard. And since everything Dabi did pissed him off, it also made sense that this did too.

This had absolutely nothing to do with you particularly he thought to himself, even as the burning in his throat lessened when you pulled away and stood to get another drink.

It made a frustrating amount of sense for you to fuck Dabi, though. He was outspoken in a way Tomura could never match, with a more traditionally dominant manner that attracted partners like moths to his flame.

He thought maybe you would at first.

Fuck Dabi, that is. You struck him initially as one of those quiet types who saw softness where there was none and clung to it. Gravitated towards broken people in a desperate attempt to fix them, as if that could bring some meaning to your useless existence. Of course, he’d probably made an equally poor first impression as well.

Regardless, he was fairly certain you never did fuck Dabi.

Mostly because he would have assuredly rubbed it in Tomura’s face and because sometimes—like right now—he’d push past the churning in his gut to look up as Dabi not-so-casually propositioned you into his bed. And when he did, he caught the way you hid a secret grin behind your hand, ducking your head down with the most incredulous look plastered on your face for just a second. Like you knew that charred asshole didn’t have a fucking clue.

Though he really couldn’t be sure if that was anything more than a trick of the light.

“Care to join?”

Your voice ran through him like a thousand volt shock as he looked up from the table to see you standing just behind him.

“What?” he asked incredulously.

He didn’t seen you coming, too busy glaring at your empty seat to notice the signature sound of your footsteps drawing near.

“Do you want to come drink with us?” you said again and nodded towards the empty glass in his hand.

This wasn’t part of the routine. You hadn’t ever approached him before outside of the necessary work related conversations. Predictably, Tomura fumbled just a bit.

Yes. “No, I’m done here.”

The way you kept moving your head to keep eye contact with him was nearing oppressive. He just barely caught the slight frown as you backed away for him to brush past you towards the stairs.

“Suit yourself,” you shouted after him.

He didn’t bother answering, just slammed his bedroom door and sat at the edge of the mattress with his head in his hands and his dick raging hard in his pants.

***

Even from two floors away Tomura heard you getting ready to leave. He could easily picture it, and was currently despite his attempts to think of quite literally anything else. The way you’d slide your empty glass across the bar top and just fade like a shadow into the night air.

He could hear the rest of the League beginning the crawl up to their respective rooms one by one. And it was the persistent thought of you sliding back into your coat that convinced Tomura to finally let his mind slip.

All the failed attempts at concocting business strategy, budgets or what he would need you to deliver next fell away, leaving only thoughts of the way your lips fit around the rim of a glass. How the moisture beaded just on the plushest part and your tongue flicked out to wipe it away.

Then his hand was slipping too, teasing under the waistband of his pants and stroking his still aching cock.

He’d never had his dick sucked but he imagined—in the dark of his room, listening to you offer your goodbyes through the floorboards—that you’d be good at it. Thought you might nip at his thighs and take his whole length into the wet heat of your mouth in one go. You’d roll your pretty tongue over the head of his cock until he couldn’t take the teasing doses of pleasure. He’d buck his hips up, milking himself with your throat and you’d happily let him.

Tomura pumped his length, fucking his hand in earnest now. Curiously he made a small ‘o’ with his thumb and index finger, trying to replicate what the seal of your lips might feel like. He closed his eyes and attempted to conjure a good accompanying image: you, on your knees, head bobbing on his cock. And, god that was so good. He even muttered the words under his breath, but it wasn’t quite enough.

The image quickly shifted as he chased his climax. Maybe you’d want to press your fingers past the tight ring of his ass too till he was a shaking mess, cumming all over your face and chest. He did it himself sometimes, rocking back on his hand when he was really desperate to achieve a knee-weakening high.

That almost did it, his hand sloppy with drool and precum all while you were just downstairs.

These moments were the most delicious. When he stopped trying to deny himself of the fantasy—what was always buried in the back of his head when you came around.

That you might touch him. That you might tell him how good he feels. That you might like it.

But then the loud click of the door swinging shut on the main floor rang through the halls. And at the thought of you, gone once again, all the images were soured. Instead, the pressing reality wormed it’s way back in. Reminding him that he would only wake up in the morning—as he had so often done—crusted in cum and sweat and wondering if you were the type to stay the night or if you’d disappear from his bed just the way you did from the bar every time the others got a bit too close.

And the more he allowed that thought to creep it’s way into his head, ripping away his climax, another compulsion grew. He could feel himself cresting a hill as you slipped right through his fingers—taking a nosedive straight into a disaster that smiled up at him with your pretty, pretty lips.

***

It was just good business practice.

That’s what Tomura repeated in his head, hoping from streetlight to streetlight just a block or so behind you. But nothing he did was ever strictly good, and the only thing even slightly business related about following you home tonight was that you happened to sort of work for him.

Damn, you moved fast.

Tomura guessed that shouldn’t come as a shock considering your job depended on it, but it was a struggle not to lose sight of you. He ducked into doorways or alleys when you stopped to cross the street. Your form flitted quickly between the patches of neon-lit sidewalk, passing 24-hour convenience stores and clubs whose thick bass beats reverberated in the cool night air.

He hung back when you finally began ascending the stairs of what seemed to be an apartment complex at the far side of a dead end. It looked shitty, but in a sort of charming way—vines growing haphazardly up the iron railings and paint chipping so the walls looked like an oil canvas from far away. Tomura watched you take the stairs two at a time until you disappeared into the depths of the building.

In the stillness that followed, he began to question the point of all this.

The decision to follow you was not well thought out.

After whipping the mess of spit and cum from his hands, Tomura had snuck out into the hall. Really, he’d only meant to listen, maybe catch an extra glimpse of you before the night ended. But then, through the halfhearted bantering and inane pissing contests, he caught you drifting towards the door. And as he watched you slip, really watched and felt the distance growing between you, something struck him.

Maybe it was the way that sliver of light pollution from the doorway illuminated the dips and hollows of your profile. Or the sparkle of your coat buttons amongst the smoke from Dabi’s cigarettes. But more likely, it was the way you paused—one foot already in the street—and glanced at him for just a split second. Immediately catching his face hidden between the railings as though you could sense his gaze on you. Like you felt the same shiver down your spine.

When your eyes roamed over him, they left tremors in their wake.

It was pathetic. It was sad and disgusting—a part of him knew that—but just that one simple look, that small acknowledgement of his existence had him raging hard in his pants once again.

Tomura moved without thinking, moved by the shameful compulsion to grab any scrap of attention you’d throw his way and cling to it.

And now he was here, standing outside your apartment like the creep he knew he was, to do what exactly? What had he hoped to accomplish? He just...he wanted, needed to feel it again. So long he’d subsisted on incredibly complex daydreams and nightly fictional scenarios in which you kissed him and didn’t spit in revulsion at the feel of your lips on his.

And when you looked at him, half caked in shadow and lit up with haze, he was overcome with a desperate, mortifying need to know for sure that all those dreams weren’t unfounded.

Tomura Shigaraki wanted you so badly it hurt, like his ribs were cracking under the pressure of it.

You gave him a crumb with that glance, but he was never known for his patience. No, he was greedy and selfish and he needed more.

And for once, the powers that be seemed to have taken his side. Just a few minutes after you were swallowed up into the mass of concrete, a light flicked on in one of the upper windows. Through the drawn back curtains, Tomura was absolutely blessed by the sight of you—hands tugging the top from your shoulders and baring swathes of your naked skin for him to wonder at.

If just a look could get him hard, then this might just kill him on the spot.

You really shouldn’t be changing in the open like that. Anyone could be watching.

But with a show this good, well it would be insulting not to take full advantage wouldn’t it? Of course. You’d want him to. How could he waste such a perfect opportunity to jerk himself off to the thought of fucking your perfect chest while he could actually see it. And oh, oh god your nipples were definitely hard and just begging to be sucked on. He could almost taste you in his mouth, feel how silky the buds would be against his tongue.

Fuck.

You were going to ruin him.

Looking around, the street seemed to be deserted, no other buildings lit either. It wasn’t so much that he cared if anyone saw, but letting his guard down so out in the open was never very appealing. Though the visage of you, stripped and illuminated for him alone, was enough to over power any amount of trepidation.

Tomura’s hand dipped back into his jeans, wrapping around his cock and stroking as best he could in the confined space. Precum streamed from the tip as he teased it with his thumb while you started to shimmy out of your pants. He whimpered at the glimpse of your ass on full display.

His mind raced.

You were both exactly and nothing at all what he expected. Which was more to say that the you that existed in his head was an amalgamation of all his favorite porn vids mashed into one, but this—this was nothing like he’d ever seen hastily sifting through tabs on his PC.

There were marks and dips and curves and angles that he hadn’t thought of before. Hadn’t ever really seen without the separation of clothing and it was delicious and not nearly enough. God, his cock throbbed, gushing at the thought of your thighs around his waist, or head, or hiked over his shoulders. He could give you what you needed, he had no evidence of this but he just knew it.

You stretched, and he could nearly hear the joints popping. Out in the open, exposed and so close to being caught, all of Tomura’s sense were heightened.

God what he’d give to see your face, watching, knowing how hard he was for you. He could picture it now: the twinge of shock, the barely disguised pang of want. Maybe you’d be disgusted with him, but really this was all your fault. This is what you did to him.

The wrongness of it all only made that much more enticing.

Tomura set a steady pace, pumping his hand along the length of his cock, so hard and dripping with every swipe of his thumb over the tip. You were shifting in and out of his view now, rummaging around what he assumed was your bedroom. It was physically painful every time you disappeared, a whine bubbling up in the back of his throat at the loss.

His length pulsed against his palm and his toes curled inside his sneakers.

Small, ragged gasps leaked through the cracks in his lips and condensed in the air. In the dim streetlight, the little clouds of condensation shifted and sparkled like sweat on taut skin. He envisioned drool dripping down onto your back as he pounded into you. His free hand dug into the meat of his thigh, pretending as though it was your flesh he was leaving fingerprint bruises on instead.

Trying to convince himself this was anything other than what it was.

Tomura’s hand moved faster, knuckles scraping the zipper of his jeans and spilling slow, thin streams of crimson onto his aching dick. It stung and stoked the coiling low in his gut. Fuck, his teeth ground down biting into phantom flesh. What he wouldn’t give to mouth at that perfect curve in your neck, run his tongue up the pulsing vein and hear whatever lovely noises spilled from your lips.

He was so close to spilling over, but he just a bit more. He’d come this far already, why not dive just a little deeper off the edge?

It wasn’t entirely conscious, the quick steps he took across the street and up the stairs you’d taken. Tomura’s body was functioning on base instincts, carrying him mindlessly closer to the object of his desire. It wasn’t hard to find the right room. It wasn’t a large building, only a few units, and he swore he could smell the familiar scent of your soap wafting out from under the door.

God he really was a pathetic fucking dog, sniffing you out while his dick was aching to rut into his own hand.

But as he stood outside, debating whether to dust the whole wall separating your sweet, naked form from him or to pick the lock and slip inside, the knob turned on it’s own. Before he could even think of rushing back to the street, you were standing before him, eyes alight in a way he’d never seen before—wide and blazing and hungry.

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monst · 4 years

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Taking a dip

All characters 18+

Hawks (Takami Keigo), Todoroki Shouto, Deku (Midoriya Izuku), Dabi X reader

Warnings: Sexy time actions/themes, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Dubcon (Dabi & Hawks). Mutual masterbation (Deku), Shenanigans (Shouto & Hawks)

“Can I request some nsfw Onsen hc’s for Dabi Todo Deku and Hawks pls?”

Dabi

You were ecstatic, so much so that you hummed rather loudly as you peeled off your clothes. You hadn’t been on a vacation since you became a hero and that was years ago. Your agency had sent you on mandatory leave to a remote mountain in the countryside of Kyoto. You were spending a week at Kinosaki onsen and you hadn’t felt more relaxed in ages.

It was like stepping into the past. One without superpowered villains, without technology to remind you of recent horrors and most importantly there weren’t many people. You really appreciated the cooler weather, thanking it for keeping tourists away. A pleased sigh slipped past your lips when you sunk into the steamy water. The warm liquid quickly eased your tense muscles and you moaned contently.

Two local girls were soaking not far from you and they quickly initiated conversation, they asked about the scars you bore, and were pleasantly surprised and delighted to be bathing with a top pro hero. They stayed a while longer but ultimately decided to call it a day and they waved you goodbye. And then you were alone…

You sighed deeply enjoying the cool night air on your face as the water enveloped your form. After a while you rested your arms on a couple of rocks, your head nestled in between them. ‘I could literally fall asleep here.’ You mused. There was a slide of a door but you didn’t turn back, you kept your back to the new arrival thinking that you should give her privacy as she shed her towel and slipped into the water.

“I thought I’d be in here alone~” You heard a very familiar voice drawl. You had never turned so quickly in water.. Your facial expression changed about a million times in a couple of seconds as you settled for glaring at the villain. The scarred man had a lazy grin set upon his lips as he looked you over. “What? Not gonna yell, pervert and cover yourself?” He teased.

You scoffed, like hell were you going to show any weakness in front of Dabi. He thrived off of people fearing him that and you wanted him to see the nasty burn he left you with a couple months prior. “What the fuck are you doing here?” You hissed, your mind was already conjuring up various scenarios on how to take him down. However, the lanky man just leaned back against a rock formation and sighed.

“Relax dollface.” He hummed. “I’m not here to pick a fight. Every villain needs some time off every so often.” You rolled your eyes, body still tense. Dabi made himself comfortable and your eyes shifted over him in suspicion. He didn’t seem like he was here to finish cremating you… And you didn’t feel like fighting nude. You hated his guts but you supposed, you could just leave it alone for now. Even though his presence had soured your mood, you hadn’t moved from your spot to leave.

“...I swear life hates me.” You grumbled sinking your body into the water up to your chin. It was then that Dabi’s brilliantly blue eyes shifted back to you. His shit eating grin annoyed you. “Ughh out of all places.” You frowned. “Your lucky I’m on vacation otherwise I would have flayed your skinny ass.” His silence was bothering you. “Why couldn’t you have gone to the men's side.” You groaned. He snickered at that, “Well doll~ There’s a couple old geezers in there who’d recognize me and I was under the assumption that there was no one here.” “Don’t lie.” You fumed. “You got me. I saw your name on the roster and decided to pay one of my favorite heroes an impromptu visit.” You wished you could wipe the smug grin off his face. After another moment of silence you noticed he was closer by a foot. “Dabi I swear if you're up to something.” You hissed.

“Relax~ We’re on a ceasefire hero.” “Well then stay where you are…. I’m watching you.” Your eyes narrowed and you made the mistake of making it obvious that you stepped back. “I’m flattered.” He moved a bit closer. “I..I didn’t mean it like that.” You stuttered. ..Fuck.. Your breath was caught as he neared you, little waves slapping against your skin softly. His cerulean gaze was set on your form, water dripping from his lean form and for a moment, for a teeny tiny second your mind whispered something absurd. He’s fucking hot. You squashed the thought.

He was arms length away and you glared at him furiously. You felt your nostrils flare in anger as he looked down at your bare body. “I think I prefer you out of costume.” he hummed. Words seemed to have escaped you as you thought about a million ways you could kill- Your eyes widened when the tips of his fingers brushed against the burn scar on your shoulder. “This is one nasty scar doll~” Without a second thought you lifted your hand ready to bring it across his face…. He nestled your wrist in his hand, a coy smile curling his lips.

You felt your heart thump loudly, you had found yourself in a very unfavorable position and you cried out softly when he lifted your hand away from your body. Your other hand came to push against his chest but he only closed the distance between your wet bodies. His other hand slid down your body and rested on your hip. It was then that you felt something pressing against your belly and your face felt like it was on fire. A gasp escaped your lips when he leaned in, his nose against yours. “I’ve always wanted to fuck my favorite little hero~”

“I will knee you right here right now Dabi. Let. Go.” He laughed at your breathy threat. “I mean it, there’s no way I’ll let a scummy villain-” “Come on (Name)~” He purred. “People are supposed to do wild shit on vacation.”

Todoroki Shoto

Shouto sighed in annoyance. He had been sitting in the changing room for almost an hour now. His arms were crossed over his broad chest, pale fingers tapping against beefy biceps. “Calm down hon.” You laughed plopping down next to him on the wooden bench. He looked over to you and his hand quickly shot out to pull your towel up higher. “I am calm.” He muttered. “Ha.” You scoffed. “Remember we’re out here because you want us to be.” You teased.

The tips of his ears reddened in embarrassment at the truth of the matter. See your husband and you had planned to go to the springs for the weekend. And at your insistence you wanted to go to the mix gendered area so that you could be together. So then he tried to book it so that it’d only be you two. With his money and statues it wasn’t an issue but sadly your good friends had tagged along and now Midoriya, Uraraka, Tsuyu and Tenya were sitting in the hot water. The issue? Well he didn’t care for other people looking at you while you were nude. Therefore he was going to wait them out..

“Ughh Shouto they’re our friends, it’s not a big deal. Besides it’s not like I’m going to be completely nakey.” He knew that, but that didn’t mean he was okay with it. “You know that’s not the issue…” He flushed, looking down at the marks that still lingered on your skin. There was no way his friends wouldn’t notice the indentation of teeth littering your delicate flesh… He may have gotten carried away last night.

You put your hand on his thigh and looked at him seriously. “Sho…. You do realize that our friends know we have sex right?” This elicited an eye roll from the hero. “”Doesn’t mean they need to know every single detail of it.” He countered. “But we shouldn’t keep secrets from our friends.” You teased, giving him your most innocent look. Grey and blue eyes narrowed at the tone and before he could get out a word you dropped your towel and shimmied away towards the sliding door.

“H-Hey!?” He blushed, red consuming his face when you shed your bra. “What? We need them to see everything~” His eyes roamed your exposed flesh, his lips pursed as you began to slide out of your panties. Shouto groaned, your frisky behavior knew no bounds. You wiggled your fingers towards the door and he rose a challenging brow in a silent dare. You scoffed, he was trying to call your bluff. ‘Jokes on him I’m not bluff- “What the?” The door wouldn’t budge. It was then that you saw the ice.

Just as you turned around to confront him you were met with a blanket of blue. You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped your lips as he tried to cover your nude form. You weren’t making it easy for him squirming against him as he tried to knot the towel around you. In your breathless wiggles you felt something...interesting. A sly grin slid onto your face, your hand palming his hardening length. His response was immediate, caught off guard he dropped the towel a low groan passing pale pink lips.

“You little liar~” You snickered. “Is this?” You pressed down harder for emphasis. “The reason you don’t want me going out there like this?” Shouto’s gaze set your skin aflame, his lips seared kisses onto your neck, hands kneading the pulpy flesh of your breasts. Your hand slipped underneath his briefs and you began to slowly glide your hand up and down his shaft. “Ah~” He nipped at your neck, stimulating the still tender bites from yesterday.

At the sound he pushed you up against the door, a thick thigh wedging itself between your legs. You wasted no time in trying to grind against the muscular leg his name leaving your lips in a soft whisper. HIs hot breath blew into your ear “I was trying to stop this from happening, in there, in front of all of them. But it seems like that’s what you want… You want them to see how well your tight cunt takes my cock?” You keened at the thought. “Sh-

Whatever he was going to say next was cut off…. By the door sliding open. The fall was muted by Shouto’s quick reflexes and you bounced off his hard chest. He let out a groan and you looked up to meet various pairs of wide eyes. “Hey...Guys… What’s up?” “Not to be rude.. But when are you all leaving?” Shouto added.

Deku -Midoriya Izuku

“Ah~” You sighed in complete bliss as you dipped yourself into the warm heat of the water. You were in heaven~ “Thanks Deku!” You called out to your boss, knowing that the wall separating the both of you wasn’t soundproof. You heard the hero sputter a thanks. You let the hot water penetrate your sore limbs as you chatted with a couple. It wasn’t long before you were listening to their life’s story.

Deku sat alone on his side. Unbeknownst to you he had bought out the entire area knowing how hectic things would have gotten if his fans knew he was there…. Well that was the excuse he told the people at the front desk. Truth was, he had a much more shady reason. You see he was very much interested in his sidekick.

He respected you as a hero, you were strong and valuable but lately he’s been wanting to do more than just hero work with you. He found you incredibly attractive, to the point where it was hard for him to concentrate. And more often than naught he’d find himself fantasising about you, while writing reports he’d think of you coming in, tossing everything off the desk “Hah~” He covered his mouth at the sound. Or when the both of you were patrolling, God how he just wanted to push you into an alley and tear that tight costume from your body and fuck you sensless.

You were just so damn perfect. And he felt so disgusting for what he was doing but he was no longer thinking straight, all of his thoughts went to his dripping length. Red blossomed across his cheeks as he sat atop the rocks by the wall,his hand leisurely stroking his stiff cock. Emerald eyes drank in your form from the crack in the wall. You had been left alone and you took to floating atop the water giving him a great view.

You sunk back down and peered at the wall curiously, unknowingly making the green haired man tense. “Hey Deku?” You called. “Y-yeah?” He stuttered. “You okay? You’ve been making strange sounds for a while now…. Is the water stringing your more recent wounds?” “N-Nooh~” Your eyes widened at the word. ‘D-did he just?... No..That-’ You cut off your train of thought and decided to approach the wall to investigate. The closer you got the more clear the sound was. You felt your face grow warm at the rhythmic sound.

Izuku wanted to stop but the thought of you knowing what he was doing was boiling his blood, his mind was conjuring up infinite scenarios. He wondered if you’d think he was disgusting, would you berate him for it? Join him? Would your hands remove his and would your mouth replace- “Hnngh” His eyes were shut by now and his quick gasps had heat warming in your belly. “Ah~ F-fuck.” He moaned shamelessly. “(N-Name)~” he gasped quietly as he dropped his other hand to cup his balls.

“Holy shit.” You breathed, you climbed onto the rocks and you felt your cunt pulse at the sight. You peered through the same crack he had been observing you from and your face felt like lava at the realization. Ever so slowly you began to slide your hands across your hot body. You mapped the curves of your body, kneading and stroking your way up and down the slippery flesh; your eyes fixed on the show in front of you.

When you reached your pussy, you realized how wet you were and your gasp alerted Deku. Green met (e/c) as you both stared at each other in embarrassment and desire. Silence was threatening to kill the mood until you saw Izuku buck into his hand and resume his slow pace. You sat back making sure to position yourself in a way that you wouldn't fall. Tentatively your hand slid back down to your drooling cunt, and Deku’s breath caught as he watched your fingers swirl around your clit.

“Hnn (N-Name) You so fucking sexy.” He mewled when you slipped in two fingers, your velvety walls accepting them graciously. You whined as you set a good pace. “I-Izuku~” You moaned. It was as if his mind went blank when you said his name and without a second thought he scaled the wall...

Hawks -Takami Keigo

You groaned in annoyance, you had been pushing through branches, and tripping on roots for a while now and still no sight of him. Your puffs of air were visible as you trudged along the mountain trails. The chilly air nipped at your skin as you tried to look for tracks. ‘Nothing.’ You had lost him. “Hawks!?” You shouted, looking up towards the sky. There were no red feathers in sight…

You continued to walk and call out for the hero. You wondered if the villain you were chasing had shot him out of the sky. Worry filled your being at the thought and you ignored the way the low branches snagged at your clothes as you picked up the pace, his hero name and occasionally his name being the only sound amidst the natural woodland sounds. After a couple of minutes you finally found him…. And the villain…

“You idiot.” You huffed. “I thought he got you. And what the fuck are you doing?!” You seethed. The blonde sat in a natural spring clothes strewn across a couple branches, the villain? Unconscious and strapped to a tree like a victim of the monster from the ritual. In reply the cheeky hero just crossed his arms behind his head and leaned back. You averted your eyes to give him some privacy and went to gather the discarded articles of clothing. “Stop fucking around, we need to take this guy in.”

“Oh C’mon (Name)~ I never get to relax, just a couple more minutes?” He whined. You rolled your eyes but allowed him to continue his soak. You picked at your nails as you looked up at the man hanging awkwardly from the tree. ‘He’s going to be so sore when he wakes up. Serves hi-’ Your thoughts were cut off by the sound of water moving and the teasing baritone of the number two hero. “Hey why don’t you join me?” You could hear the smirk in his voice.

You turned to glare at him, you jumped in surprise he was leaning against a rock close to wear you sat. In your shock you forgot to answer and instead took in the sight of his lean form. Sunlight peeked in from in between the leaves and they hit the water droplets on his chest making the man look ethereal. His strong frame was practically glowing and your tongue slipped out to wet your lips. Hawks grinned, loving the way you were blatantly checking him out. “Is that a yes?” He rumbled. A fire was lit beneath your cheeks and you scoffed. “No. Now hurry the fuck up s-so that we can go.”

The bird in the bath just cocked his head to the side, a mischievous smirk sliding onto his face like melted butter. It was both a blessing and a curse but Keigo was undeniably too fast. You shrieked when your body came in contact with the water. Your clothes immediately absorbing the moisture and becoming heavy. “Keigo!? What the f-Ah! H-hey!” Thick red curtains blocked your exit as his fingers worked at removing your wet clothes.

He undressed, you quite easily tossing the clothes onto the rocks you had previously sat on. Once you were completely nude he pulled back a satisfied grin stretching his pale pink lips. “There.” You shot him a heated glare. He spoke as if he had done you a great service and you’d be damned if you didn’t chew him out for this. “Y..Wh- Arghghh” So eloquent you were in your anger. “See this is your problem birdy, You don’t know how to relax~” He hummed.

“Relax? Relax!? ReLaX!?” You hissed. “I’m fucking naked, in a pool in the middle of no where, far from civilization, my clothes are wet and it’s cold as balls and that fucking villain’s getting front row seats to my impromptu fans only?!” You seethed. Your anger spiking when he only laughed. “I’m going to kill you.” You muttered hugging your arms across your chest, trying not to flash him more than you already had. Keigo was going to be the death of you.

Hawks absolutely loved setting you off, Your short fuse was just too tempting to light. It was a juvenile way of showing his attraction, teasing the ever living hell out of you till you imploded. He waded over to your infuriated form a smile playing at his lips when your fiery eyes met, he held his hand up in mock surrender as he approached. You eyed him warily, body tense when he leaned on the rock next to you. ‘He’s quiet… Too quiet…’

“...(Name)?” He began. A harsh what had him biting his lip to conceal a smile. “I may have went a bit too far, sorry.” You let out a sharp exhale through your nose, brows furrowed as you avoided his pouty ‘sorry’ face. He was notorious for pulling stunts like this and flashing you his innocent repenting angel face. You wouldn’t fall for it. “Sorry isn’t going to dry my clothes.” You sassed. He sighed a frown touching his lips. You were rigid when his strong arms pulled you to him, your back resting against his firm chest.

“Okay, I messed up.” He whispered. He thought about how you could get sick and his arms tightened around your frame. “So..? What do you suppose we do?” He asked. “Call the authorities to our location?” You mused, thinking of how you could just put your clothes back on and wait in the water till aid came. The winged hero reached over the rocks to grab his phone and shared his location along with instructions. “Hmm two hours.” He relayed sinking a bit more into the water.

“We’re going to be so pruny when they get here.” You snickered. “Well I guess we can just make the most of it till then.” You hummed. “Unless?” You heard him mutter. “Unless what?” He then pulled your body flush against his, the curve of your ass brushing against the ‘unless’... “T-The villain is right there?!” You sputtered. “So?” …..Keigo was going to be the death of you.

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