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Train Stalker: Part 2- At the Apartment

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[NSFW] ‼ 18+ >MDNI<

Part 1

Summary: Continuation of part 1. Just nasty smut now lol

Pairing: Dabi/Fem Reader

Content Warning: Smut, Oral (you), Rough Sex, Choking, Hair Pulling,Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Praise Kink, Creampie, Possessive Dabi, Obsessive Dabi

Word Count: 2.4k

Disclaimer: Character belongs to Kohei Horikoshi

A/N: Enjoy~

Got impatient lol

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The apartment he brings you to is surprisingly decent for its location, though it took you far longer to reach there than it should have, because Dabi apparently has a habit of dragging you against a wall or into the mouth of an alleyway to press heated, wanting kisses against any skin available to him. Your lips are kiss swollen by the time Dabi unlocks his door, his marks littering your neck.

You barely make it through the door before he's pushing you up against it, mouth hot on yours, his leg between your thighs, grinding up against you, making you gasp into him.

Feeling his hands gripping under your thighs, you jump and wrap your legs around his waist and arms around his neck as he lifts you; his hardened bulge pressing deliciously at your dripping entrance and you shamelessly move your hips for friction.

You laugh breathlessly into the kiss when he groans into your mouth as he presses you harder against the door; his hands roaming and groping wherever they can, frantically unbuttoning your shirt and unhooking your bra, leaving you in just your skirt and underwear.

He pulls away from the kiss and you try to unwrap your legs from his waist to move, but all Dabi does is readjust your weight and pull away from the door to start heading to his room; the easy show of strength just making you hotter as you trail kisses along his jaw as he goes. 

Pushing you onto the bed, he grinds against your heat as he presses open mouthed kisses on his way down your body, teeth scraping as he goes, sucking and groping at your breasts as you whine

He gathers and bunches up your skirt, pushing it up your waist, before gripping the sides of your panties, and  yanks, peeling it off and throwing it to the side.

Seeing your soaked, stretched cunt, he grins wolfishly as he grips your legs, spreading you wide, and immediately dives down, licking a fat stripe up your slit to your clit before sucking on the nub, eyes rolling back at your taste. You cry out, hips bucking up against his face but he pushes you right back onto the bed, holding you still as he eats you out like a man starved.

Beyond just the feeling of Dabi quite literally devouring you, the noises are too much to handle. Each slurp and squelch has your stomach doing flips, each moan and hum sends a vibrating jolt through your cunt.

You cum with a high pitched moan, almost screaming as your climax washes through you, shaking and writhing beneath him as he licks you through your orgasm.

He pulls back, licking his lips as he unbuckles his belt, freeing his aching and neglected cock. You spread your legs wantonly, invitingly, as you watch him strip, his hard cock bobbing, and oh fuck he's big. Thick and long and curved deliciously, you feel your mouth water and pussy weep as you drink him in.

He crawls up the length of your body, kissing his way up, before capturing your lips in a deep kiss, heated hands groping and kneading your breasts, sides, thighs; where ever they can reach.

You moan a needy little sound as you feel him nudge against your pussy, dragging the spongy tip between your messy folds. He pushes in in one go, shoving his way into your needy cunt like it's where he belongs, filling you to the hilt; and you gasp and wrap your legs around his waist, body trembling, as your world narrows down to the feeling of that perfect stretch, that delicious fullness.

"'S good," you slur, moaning. "'s so good."

"Fuck, you were just made for me, weren't you, Sweetness?" He groans, as he grinds up into your tight cunt, making you take his girth, getting you to adjust to size. He pulls back before immediately thrusting back in, carving out a space that his hot cock alone could hope to fill, and he's so deep.

You moan at the feel of him inside and around you, at the heat inside and around you, arching your back as he fucks you into the bed at a steady pace.

He leans down to capture your lips with his, licking into your mouth. He groans into the kiss as you clench around him before pressing kisses down your cheek and throat as he gropes at your chest tighter. thumb sweeping over your pebbled nipples.

Your hands roam his scarred back, nails scratching along the healthy skin and rough scars, just barely avoiding the staples. 

His hand trails up to wrap around your throat, applying preasure, making your mouth drop open in an attempt to get more air and only getting a little, making your head foggy.

He kisses you firmly, deeply, swallowing whatever little air you managed to get, then presses a light kiss to your cheek before pulling back.

Holding your gaze, he breathes, "You're mine now, Sweetheart. You understand that, yeah? You're mine." His grip tightens just for a second as he punctuates the last word with a grinding thrust, his voice a rumbling grunt.

You moan weakly in agreement, trying to nod as you gaze up at him, because you want to be, you already are; have been for longer than even you know.

He sees your agreement but he wants, needs, to hear it.

"Say it. Say you're mine." He growls, loosening his hold on your throat to allow you to speak but keeping it there as a light pressure, as he slows his hips to an agonizingly deep and slow roll.

"I'm yours, Dabi—fuck— I'm yours." Your moan is honey sweet and hellishly sinful, your eyes springing tears at the pleasure coursing through you.

Looking at your glassy eyes, hazy and lust blown as you agree so easily with him, has his cock twitching within you as he moans obscenely, "Fuck, that's it. That's right baby. Good girl. Good slut. Fuck, thats what I like to hear.", devolving into babbling, syrupy filth as his thrusts grow faster, rougher, sloppier, fucking you so hard, you might have slid up the bed if he wasn't holding you in place by your throat.

And you love it, moaning like you're paid to as he pounds into you, as he abuses your sweet spot so fucking perfectly; your breasts bounce back and forth, pebbled nipples brushing against his chest, the friction so, so good and you're so, so close

He fucks you mercilessly, cock thick and heavy inside of you, lighting up your senses with pleasure as your heel digs into the small of his back.

All the while, he whispers in your ear, telling you how good you feel, how pretty you look, how you're taking his cock so well.

It doesn’t take much more than that before you cum with a scream around him, back arching and pussy spasming, as you throw your head back in pure bliss; face contorting in pleasure.

He fucks you through your orgasm as he chases his own, your cunt sensitive but still so very wanting.

And when tears well up in your eyes and spill over in overstimulation, and his hot cum paints your walls, all Dabi does is grin and lean forward enough to lick them off as he keeps fucking you through his own orgasm too,

Whatever cum trying to slide down and out of you is quickly and simply fucked right back in, properly marking you as his.

His cock never quite softened after his orgasm due to the constant stimulation, so he's still so very thick inside you, so very hard as he fucks you good.

He suddenly pulls out, dragging a startled, gasping whimper from you, muttering, "On your knees.", before manhandling you anyway, without waiting for you to even process what he said, flipping you over onto your stomach, shoving a pillow beneath your hips.

Cheek pressed to the sheets, you arch your back, spreading your knees;  exposing your sloppy cunt to his hungry gaze as you look back at him through watery eyes.

And Dabi decides he's going to absolutely wreck you.

Gripping your hips tight in his heated hands, he slams his entire length back into you, grinding deep; the new angle breathtakingly perfect as you moan, long and low, eyes rolling back.

His thrusts are brutal, and you drool as you moan and sob when he gathers your hair, pulling you up towards him, wrapping the other hand around your throat, as he continues to fuck into you from behind.

When you babble something about going slower, he drags you up by your throat, his chest pressed to your back as he releases his hold on your hair to snake around to your chest, grasping your breast in a hot palm; groping and fondling and pinching. Voice low, breath warm, he mutters, "You can take it.", still pistoning into you at that same mind-numbing, brutal pace.

You let out a thin whine as you feel that familiar buildup approaching steadily yet again, a dark, breathless chuckle leaving his lips when he feels you clenching around him.

And all that matters in that moment, is how good and floaty you feel between the lack of air getting into your lungs and the thick cock fucking you stupid.

He releases his hold on your breast to bring his hand up to your parted, drooling mouth, and shoves two fingers between your lips, commanding, "Suck.", his deep, husky voice leaving no room for disobedience.

Of course, in your fucked out brain, you barely think about it before automatically obeying.

And the sensation of being simultaneously fucked from both ends, his hot cock and fingers both inside you at once; the digits petting and pressing at your tongue and inner cheeks, before choking you further by fucking your throat, has you teetering just on the edge of your climax, your walls clamping down around him in a vice.

Just a bit more.

He pulls out his fingers with a wet pop, only letting you take in little sips of air as his hand tightens at your throat, yet you can't help but to keep moving your hips in time with Dabi's, fucking yourself back on him. It's good, it's so fucking good, and then he brings his spit soaked fingers to your clit.

Your nails dig into his forearms and your toes curl as you cry out as best you could, coming undone on his cock, your velvet walls pulsating around him, pushing him closer to his own end. Fucking you through your high, his thrusts turn near bruising as he nears his own orgasm. 

Your body limp, he lowers you back down onto the bed the way you started, face down, ass up; draping over you with his hands framing your head, caging you in, as he drills into you deliciously, before bottoming out with his tip flush against your sweetspot, just to listen to your mewling cries, as he rolls his hips in circles, continuously sending jolts of sharp overstimulation through you.

"Dabiii~" you sob, oh so sweetly, mixing with the little whines and moans he's pulling from you.

You feel him nosing at your cheek, nuzzling deceptively so sweetly as if he's not actively rearanging your insides, before nibbling on your earlobe, dragging his lips down the side of your neck, biting and sucking yet another mark into you, making you choke on a moaning gasp, and then up again to your ear where you can feel him grinning against you.

"Hmm? Got something to say, baby?" His voice is low and amused and so fucking unfair.

You want to beg him to slow down, but all that comes out is senseless babbling as you writhe beneath him because it's just so much, so good, your hands scrambling for purchase, grabbing at the sheets, and you use them as leverage to try to crawl away from him, from the sweet torture, just a little.

Yeah, you try.

He roughly thrusts into you, pressing himself further onto you, using his weight to pin you down to hold you in place there, leaving you no choice but to stay put and take it.

His chest is so warm against your back, and it should be a comfort, but it only serves to add to the heat clouding your mind as he ploughs into your sloppy cunt.

You sob, shaking yet can't help it when your wet heat clenches around him, and he slows his thrusts to an equally agonising roll of his hips, whispering low in your ear, so sweetly, "Shh, I know baby, I know," before pressing a warm kiss to your cheek, making you let your guard down, making you relaxed, and then he picks up speed again, "Hold on for me, Doll, you can do it."

And all you could do is cry and moan, body pliant and at his mercy as he pulls the prettiest sounds he’s ever heard out of you as he uses you.

And when you get impossibly tighter around him, with a harsh thrust deep into your quivering pussy, hot ropes of cum paint your used walls once more as he shivers in pleasure. Body tense, he grunts as heated hands holds you in place while he empties himself inside you, filling you up for the final time.

The feeling of his hot cock twitching and filling you up has you not quite cumming, but something close, something that makes you twitch and shake all over, pussy spasming around him, milking every last drop, as your eyes roll back and vision goes white.

Dabi groans into your ear, low and gutteral, "That’s my girl.", as he drags out the ecstasy for you both, grinding his seed into you, growling, "That’s my good fuckin' girl."

You pant as goosebumps and tingles run across your body, feeling boneless and properly fucked out, mind floating.

He slows his grinding to a stop before easing out of your abused cunt with a hiss, leaning back. You moan weakly as he pulls out, your body too weak and shaky to move at the moment, so you stay right where you are, giving him the lewd sight of your state.

Shameless and depraved, he looks at the mess he made of you, the sight of his cum leaking out of your abused, puffy hole making him grin, wolfish and wide, because you're finally, truly his.

And there's no going back from that.

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Train Stalker: Part 1- On the Train

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[NSFW] ‼ 18+ >MDNI<

Part 2

Summary: Your stalker follows you onto the train, taking advantage of the crowded place.

But it turns out he's someone familiar to you.

Pairing: Stalker Dabi/Fem Reader

Content Warning: Sexual Assault, Chikan, Noncon Groping and touching, Turns Consensual, Dubcon, Public Sex, Public Transportation(Train), Fingering, Humiliation, Degradation, Self Degradation and Blaming, Victim Blaming, Stalking, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat

Word Count: 3k

Disclaimer: Character belongs to Kohei Horikoshi

A/N: Had this in my drafts for a while, contemplating to post it lol

I Do Not condone this, Stalking or Assault. I don't think I should have to say that, but just in case. Don't Like? Don't Read.

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You don't really want to go to this company dinner.

What with the constant judging and personal questions, not to mention the token creepy guy, it's just never worth it.

But your only work friend begged you to come, and you're unfortunately inclined to be a good friend, so here you are on the train, on your way to the venue.

There was an accident on one of the main subway lines, and traffic is horrible and rush hour is still unforgivingly a thing.

There's so many people confined in this one small subway carriage, you're practically packed like sardines. You'd gotten on early, before the influx of people, and it would be a good thing if it wasn't for that fact that you just might spend the rest of the ride sandwiched between the mass of bodies and the corner walls of the carriage.

Things are somewhat bearable for a while. You zone out, trying to think of a passable excuse to get out of this thing that would maybe make your friend believe you.

When nothing comes to mind, your thoughts stray again, this time to your most likely stalker. You sometimes feel eyes following you, lingering for a bit too long. The gaze burns, yet you could never find where it comes from. Even today, as you left your apartment, you could feel them watching you.

And of course, when you went to report it, you were written off as "paranoid" and "imaginative".

Useless fucks.

Before you can dwell on it further, the train lurches, making the crowd shuffle and push, and you end up being further plastered to the wall.

You push back against the people surrounding you in an attempt to reclaim some of your space, only to freeze when you feel a hand pressing against the small of your back.

Your first thought that comes to mind is that you really hate public transportation.

Your second is that the hand is big and warm.

A lump forms in your throat as you swallow your voice. You decide to give the stranger the benefit of the doubt, hoping that it's just an accident; a misunderstanding, as you wait for them to pull away.

But instead, the stranger moves his hand down, resting it on your ass; and squeezes.

A gasping yelp escapes your throat, which goes unheard in the drowning noise of the train and surrounding people.

You curse under your breath as you feel a weight settle over you, pushing you even closer to the wall, till you're completely trapped between the corner and a broad chest; the heat and pressure of the stranger's body suffocating and overwhelming.

You can't believe this is happening.

Taking a deep breath, you try to calm down, contemplating your options.

Maybe someone will notice.

You try to look behind you at the packed carriage, but you can only see a black hoodie and a tall frame. Dread washes over you as you realize the stranger's body is completely shielding you from the view of the other passengers; from the posssibility of someone noticing what is happening.

You know. You know you should scream out for help, but you just can't bring yourself to. The thought of bringing attention to yourself like this, to reveal what you've allowed to happen to you is...humiliating.

There's a fleeting thought to defend yourself, but your body is completely frozen; the fear keeping you rooted in place.

And all you can do is clench your eyes and grit your teeth as you feel a second hand move up to grip at your hip, holding you in place, as the first slips beneath your skirt, sliding up your thigh to your underwear.

"Oh?"

You flinch upon hearing the stranger speak, low and breathy, right into your ear. His voice is deep and rough, his breath hot on your skin.

There's a passing thought that he sounds vaguely familiar, but it's quickly pushed aside as he continues.

"Lingerie in public, hm?" His fingers toy with the fabric of your panties, tracing the delicate lace; and you can hear the smirk in his voice as he taunts, "Slut."

A mix of shame and indignation runs through you, yet your body heats up as the stranger continues to play with your underwear.

Hot breath against your neck, mouth dangerously close to the tender skin, sends goosebumps along your skin. An involuntary shiver goes up your spine when his fingers slither underneath your panties, trailing over the soft, round flesh of your ass, his touch feather-light.

A pathetic, whimpering sound of refusal spills out of your quivering lips, which is of course ignored.

Your eyes sting when the stranger's lips meet your neck; his mouth closing around the tender flesh, rough skin and metal...piercings?...grazing your skin. An embarrassing little sound catches in your throat when he licks and sucks at your pulse, marking you. It dissolves into a sob when the hand on your hip slides up your shirt, slipping under your bra to fondle and grope your breasts, and something terrifyingly close to a moan slips past your lips when a thumb brushes over your nipples. Traitorous jolts of arousal run through your body, pleasure clouding your senses.

You come back to yourself when you feel him pressing against you, his chest warm against your back, and something twitching against your lower back and oh fuck that's his dick.

You let out a pathetic little whimper at that, and then you feel his fingers begin to trail along your inner thighs and slide further up between your legs, and a mix of dread and anticipation washes over you as they reach your crotch.

"Look how wet you are," he hums into your ear, fingers brushing up and down your slit through your soaked panties, and you can't help the feeling of shame and disgust with yourself when you realize just how aroused you are. And how good the touch of this stranger feels. "Fucking slut... You actually want this, hm?"

"N-no," you choke out, "I-I don't—,please—"

"Shh, be quiet, Y/N. We don't want to make a scene, yeah?", the stranger coos, voice a soft murmur, yet tinted with the threat of danger, as he gives a squeeze to your tit. Your heart speeds up, adrenaline pumping through your veins, as you freeze at the sound of your name, spilling like honey from this stranger's mouth.

This man knows you.

This wasn't random.

You were targeted.

Your mind races at that, and you hysterically think to yourself, 'Well, I found my stalker! Useless! Fucks!'

Yet it does nothing to curb the steady arousal licking up your spine as a heated, sleek finger pulls your panties to the side and runs along your slick folds, your body trembling. Anticipation and fear pool in your tummy, yet it's drowned out by the hot, shameful arousal there.

You suck in a sharp breath as you feel the tip of his finger prodding at your entrance, petting at it, before slipping in with embarrassing ease; you clench around the intrusion, but you're so wet that it does little to stop his finger from making a home in your tight heat.

With a bitten off whimper, you scramble for something to hold onto along the uselessly smooth wall as he slowly pumps the thick digit into you.

Almost too soon, he pushes in a second finger, his other hand still tugging and pinching at your nipples, and you desperately try to swallow your moans.

Which is futile as he slowly thrusts them inside you, curling his fingers and caressing your walls, and stretching you, scissoring you open so good.

Long and thick, the stranger's fingers reach all the right places, making you squirm and shake, and your hand clamps around your mouth as you feel a whimpering moan bubbling up your throat,

Your neglected clit aches to be touched, as he finally adds a third finger and you gasp at the delicious stretch; his hot fingers rubbing at your walls making you melt.

He breathes heavily into your neck as you squirm against him, the slow thrusts maddening. He gradually speeds up, into something rough and mouth-watering, fucking his fingers into you at an intense, mind numbing rhythm; the obscene squelching sounds of your soaked cunt as it's stuffed so good just barely getting drowned out by the rattling of the train.

The satisfaction practically drips off of the stranger's voice like honey, thick and sweet, as he hums into your skin, "Fuck, that's it, such a good girl for me..."

You can't help the whimpering moan that escapes through your covered mouth, that specific wording along with the man's deep voice sending liquid heat through you, even as mortification goes along with it. You clench around his fingers, rocking your hips down to chase the sweet friction, lost in the pleasure. The announcer's voice echoing through the carriage is a small mercy, masking your desperate cries as you throw your head back when he hits your sweet spot.

It's fucking mortifying, getting aroused by being assaulted on the train. And to the point where you're turned into a needy, whimpering mess of a slut, is achingly, deliciously humiliating.

You shake, eyes wide with pleasure, and you catch a glance at part of his face.

Your hips stutter to a halt even as his fingers keep going; your breath catches in your throat and you swear your heart simultaneously freezes and tries to beat out of your chest.

Because you recognize him.

You know who this man is.

And how could you not?

Dark scars along his throat and jaw, staples holding it to smooth, healthy skin, who else could it be?

You look up further and your heart lurches as your eyes lock on burning blue, the same ones you've always reluctantly found breathtakingly gorgeous, ever since you first saw them in a dingy bar last year, up close and personal before being kissed stupid, drunk and horny, and then again in his video detailing his life.

The villain Dabi grins down at you when he sees you looking at him; a devilish, dangerous thing, all heat and sharp edges, as his fingers curl, making your breath hitch.

"Missed me, Doll?"

You never did quite forget how he pressed against you, heat and tantalising danger wafting off him; smelling of smoke and sandalwood, tasting of cheap beer and something sweet.

Not getting further than making out and heavy petting, for whatever reason, this is the first time you truly had his hands on you.

And you can't deny the late hours of the nights, after seeing him on the news, bloody and wild eyed, surrounded by his pretty, blue flames that set your heart alight with awe at its beauty, with sweat coating your skin and a hand slipped between your thighs; can't deny that it's his name you cry and chase in your pleasure on those nights.

Yet, this couldn't be real.

It couldn't be.

You swallow dryly. Without thought, the word spills out, a whisper of a thing.

"D...Dabi?" your voice is small and disbelieving, yet so sweetly hopeful.

His fingers slow down, and he smiles, amused and smug.

Scalding lips brush the shell of your ear. "Mhmm.", is the rumbling confirmation and you sag back against him, subconciously rolling your hips.

"Dabi—" you choke out, confusion and arousal warring within as you try to grasp what the fuck is happening right now.

Your voice melts into a whimper as you feel his fingers move faster again and you clench around them as they rub and curl inside you, exploring every inch of your walls in a way that has your hips bucking down to meet him, desperate for more despite your questions.

Because right now, the man you've wanted for so long, your guilty pleasure, is knuckles deep inside of you, and fuck if you're going to deny yourself that, but you want answers dammit.

"Why—mmn—why are you—" you struggle to speak around the moans and pleasure, "—why are y-you here, doing thi—ahn—this?"

His replying chuckle is low and dark in your ear, his answer making your knees buckle.

"I've been watching you for a while now, Sweetheart. And I never did get a taste of this sweet cunt." he accentuates his words with a grind to your sweet spot that has you seeing stars.

And you're suddenly very grateful that you're cornered against the wall; because you know that your eyes are wide, blown and hazy, lips parted and face flushed, and you don't know if you could take the look in his eyes if he sees the slutty, debaunched expression on your face at his words.

Though, he doesn't even need to see it to know, not when he hears the wanton little sounds you let out as he fucks his fingers in and out of your tight heat. 

His thumb brushing over your throbbing clit has you biting down on your bottom lip to keep yourself from crying out, the touch sending sharp jolts of pleasure through your body.

"You always look fuckin' hot but today," he breathes into your neck, his voice dark and rough, exhilarating in the best of ways, as he punctuates the last word with a grind against you, the thought of his hard cock so close yet so far is almost enough to make you lose your goddamn mind, before growling out, "Today, you look fuckin' edible."

Heat washes over you at the depraved praise as you let out a tinny whimper.

"Oh fuck," you breathe out, high-pitched and needy. The thought that he's been watching you all this time, wanting you all this time, added to the sensations ravaging your body to the point it's almost too much, and you're just on that precipice, heat coiling low in your tummy.

You desperately clutch at his scarred wrist as his pace quickens into a near brutal rhythm, fingers simultaneously fucking into your pussy and rubbing at your clit, while his other hand fondles and kneads your breast, pinching and rolling your nipple between the rough pads of his fingers, and it's just all so much, so good.

The pleasure is overwhelming, he is overwhelming, in all of the best ways they could be. His smoky scent, his deep voice, his filthy words, the feel and heat of him against you, the fingers that play you with the ease and prescision of a pianist; his very pressence electric, his every touch incendiary.

"Such a good girl for me, baby, so fuckin' wet for me, so fuckin' pretty..." he groans, muttering into the crook of your neck where he's nuzzling his face into, as his hips jerk forward, pressing and grinding his clothed erection against your ass.

Feeling him so big, so hard against you, for you, you moan; high and needy, dizzy with lust, wishing you could feel it stretching your insides instead of his fingers, pulsing and hot. That thought has you shaking, your eyes rolling back, vision going white, as you go limp; the only things now keeping you up are your shaky, braced hands against the wall and his hold on you, and you feel like a bubble just about to burst.

"Aww, you gonna cum for me, Doll?" He whispers almost harshly against your ear, his tone playful and full of sadistic glee. When you nod frantically he laughs, dark and mocking, "Do it baby, lemme see you."

It's exactly what you need.

Your juices drip down your thighs as you clench around him like a vice, and his hand releases your breast to slide up and cup over your mouth to keep you from screaming.

Ecstasy saturates your very blood, and you feel your cunt convulsing, your toes curling, and you reach your peak with a barely muffled cry, your release gushing down your legs.

Any thought of shame at the utter debaunced indecency of what you did and allowed to happen, is forgotten as  pure bliss clouds your senses, sagging back against Dabi's chest, spent.

His body is tense against you, as it takes all of his willpower to not fuck you right then and there in front of everyone, but he wants you to himself, so he endures; breathing heavily into your neck as he mutters, voice strained and husky, "Good girl."

If you could, you would come all over again just from that.

You moan softly as he pulls his fingers out, bringing it to the front of your face to see them glistening in your juices, sticky and stringy where he spreads them, before bringing them up and back. Your eyes helplessly follow them as he brings it to his mouth, lapping at them with a soft groan.

Your chest heaves at the sight as you stand there, dizzy and in disbelief, catching your breath.

He grins, a cheeky little thing, "I said I never got a taste."

You just stare at him, trying to wrap your mind around what the hell just happened; so out of it, you almost don't notice the train slowing down, announcing your arrival to yet another station......and you notice that you missed your stop.

Shit.

Though before you could panic, he speaks into your ear.

"This is our stop, Sweetheart."

Heart racing, you turn around to face him, after he steps back, allowing you space. Flushed and confused, you hastily fix your clothes to be somewhat presentable as you look up at him; at his dilated pupils and the unmistakable hunger in his eyes as he watches you intently.

And you realize what he means. The sweet, titillating promise in his words and what he plans to do with you: to you.

Once you do, you don't even have to think about it before you agree.

As the train comes to a halt and the crowd of people rush out of the carriage, you let Dabi lead you out to the platform, your veins thrumming with excitement.

So much for being a good friend, but you'll just have to apologize to her tomorrow.

You're finally going to have what you've been craving.

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Yk what, it's rather disrespectful that we can't regenerate, but especially people who can give birth.

You're telling me. That I have the ability to grow a WHOLE MF HUMAN WITHIN ME. Grow A FUCKING BRAIN, BONES AND ORGANS.

But I CAN'T choose to go to a hospital, let a doctor pop my eyeballs like balloons, wait a few months, and they grow back, thus allowing me WHOLE NEW EYES, that are NOT going to give me fuckass vision???????????????

Fuck off.

What the fuck.

I AM TIRED OF THIS SHIT MAN EVERYTHING IS SO FUCKING BLURRY ALL THE MF TIME AND I HAVE KERATOCONUS SO GLASSES DON'T DO SHIT AND MY EYES ARE ALWAYS TOO FUCKING IRRITATED TO USE THE CONTACTS RAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH

So a lot of us use our notes app like little diaries right? Right. So. I'm bored, so I was scrolling thru mine, and I see this that I wrote back in December 2022, and to this day it still haunts me occasionally, and I need to get it off my chest.

I've decided to share this trauma bc I refuse to go thru this alone in silence.

So.

Public transportation is the worst.

I'm with my younger sister, sat down in a small maxi (picture a mini bus ig?), at the very back. We cool. Two seats clear up closer to the front, so we moved, my sis by the window.

A man reaches his stop, so he exits the maxi.

He has to bend over a good bit to do so.

This man has apparently never heard of underwear.

Keep in mind I am in a SMALL MAXI.

I got a front row seat of this man's ass in my face.

And that's not the worst part.

Oh, no.

The worst part are the details because it's right in front of me and l was wearing my practically brand new contacts, so I saw everything in HD.

First of all, this is a black man so it's a black ass. Second, it was huge. I'm talking voluptuous. Third, it was hairy as all fuck. Why were there grey hairs scattered around and why were they at least an inch long.

I cried, I'm not doing to lie. I physically teared up. My eyes were stinging, tears pricking.

When I saw it I had my hands held to my chest like I'm clutching my pearls, leaning against my sister, frozen. I couldn't move for a good while even after he's gone and we'd driven off.

She laughed at me all the way to our destination.

I could hear people snickering in the back. These bitches were laughing while I'm developing PTSD.

Even now, occasionally, when I close my eyes, I can still see it and I want to throw up while crying.

Why me. What did I do. This could've very well been my villain origin story.

My only salvation in this is that I refused to leave the house without a mask on bc Covid so there's that I guess. 😃

I would like to request a Valentine's Day fic.

A UA student accidentally hits Aizawa with her quirk, Puppy Love, which turns anyone hit by it into a ditzy dog hybrid obsessed with the one they love for a week.

Mic is more than happy to give his puppy of a husband all the love and attention he needs. Ear scratches, chin strokes, belly rubs, and maybe something even more.

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Puppy Love

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[NSFW] ‼ 18+ >MDNI<

Summary: A UA student accidentally hits Aizawa with her quirk, Puppy Love, which turns anyone hit by it into a ditzy dog hybrid obsessed with the one they love for a week.

Mic is more than happy to give his puppy of a husband all the love and attention he needs. Ear scratches, chin strokes, belly rubs, and maybe something even more.

Pairing: Aizawa Shouta/Yamada Hizashi

Content Warning: Smut, Gay Sex, Rough Sex, Dry Humping, Anal Sex, Blowjob, Creampie, Dog Boy, Dog Hybrid Aizawa, Pet Play, Bottom Aizawa, Implied Switching, Married EraserMic, Fluff, Mildly Dubious Consent

Word Count: 3.8k

Disclaimer: Character belongs to Kohei Horikoshi

A/N: Second request! :D Happy late Valentine's Day!💖

I was very much supposed to post on V Day, but alas, Tumbr was not letting me post :( Idk if it was Tumblr itself or something else but yeah. But it's here! Hope you like it anon, I had no idea what to write for Vday and you came in clutch!💪

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Aizawa has never been a big fan of Valentine's Day.

He never really got the point of it. Of course he still celebrates it in his own way with his husband, because of course Hizashi loves all things love and Valentine's Day, but all the extra theatrics just seem like too much.

Seeing the halls of UA filled with bright eyed kids running around whispering about their crushes and infatuations, seeing some shyly gifting boxes of chocolates to their object of affection, them accepting them with blushing or poorly hidden smugness, he can already feel the incoming headache.

And of course something simply must happen.

As he's minding his business on his way to the teacher's lounge, a flustered girl bumps into him and there's a flash of pink light. He stumbles, head spinning and body tingling, before everything goes black.

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Hizashi was not expecting to be called into the infirmary because of his husband apparently getting into a quirk accident, yet here we are.

After rushing over, he's met with the sight of his seemingly unconscious husband on the bed, and is only not currently screaming because of the pure delight on Midnight's face as she hovers over him, snapping pictures.

He looks around the infirmary in confusion, seeing Recovery Girl and another student in the room, though she's very clearly nervous and looking ready to bolt.

"What's going on?", he asks out loud, not really caring who answers him.

Recovery Girl just sighs loudly and gestures over to Shouta, so Hisashi strides over.

And his brain promptly short circuits.

Because there is indeed Shouta, his husband, not unconscious, but laying on his side, curled up with his knees to his chest, and Hizashi's rapidly dilating eyes fixate on the fucking tail that's wagging and thumping against the bed, all black, silky fluff, as its owner covers his face with his hands. Then Hizashi's gaze snaps up to Shouta's head and he almost collapses. Because almost hidden in his inky hair, is a pair of soft, floppy ears, that twitch at the sound of his sharp inhale, and oh Hizashi wants to touch. He wants to pet him more than he's ever wanted anything in his life.

He forcefully restrains himself for now, because he knows if he starts, he won't be able to stop, and he needs answers first.

Pretty dark eyes peek out at him from between long fingers and the tail begins wagging even faster. Hizashi swallows thickly, willing himself to stay calm.

His neck feels like it's creaking when he turns to Midnight and manages to choke out, "Explain."

She seems far too delighted to do so.

"Well, my adorable little student Aiko-chan here accidentally hit him with her quirk in the hallway." She says, far too brightly. He takes a deep breath and stares at her, waiting for her to continue. She rolls her eyes before doing so. "It's called 'Puppy Love', isn't that adorable? Anyways, it just turns him into a dog hybrid with some.....side effects." She says with a sidelong glance and a devious smirk, something horrifyingly mischievous in that look.

Hizashi sighs, long and tired, sounding far too much like his husband, and reluctantly asks. "What kind of side effects?"

Midnight claps with a cackle, "I'm so glad you asked! Well, according to Aiko-chan, he'll basically lose his shame, and be absolutely obsessed with you, the one he looovveess~.

Hizashi drags a hand down his face, because he knows he absolutely would not be able to say no to Shouta for anything and now has the responsibility to ensure Shouta doesn't embarrass himself during all of this. "Okay, for how long?"

"A week!" Midnight chirps.

Hizashi wants to scream.

Before he can say anything else, he feels Shouta's hand on his and hears him sigh, "'Zashi."

There's so much adoration, near reverence, condensed into that one word that it makes Hizashi's heart lurch as an uncharacteristic, dopey smile takes over Shouta's face when he gets Hizashi's gaze on him again; dark eyes wide and bright as he looks at him, and Hizashi's breath gets caught in his throat.

Fuck, he's adorable.

"Aww, look how excited he is to see you." He hears more than anything the smirk in Midnight's voice as she coos, before continuing, "You boys better get home and, hm, take care, of each other. Don't want to give the kiddies a show now, do we?" That snaps Hizashi out of it, remembering that they're in the presence of other people, of a student, and he nods, looking over to Recovery Girl.

"Is he good to go?" He hopes the urgency in his heart didn't bleed into his words, and tries to ignore Shouta pawing at his face and clothes, thankfully not trying to undress him, just seeking attention.

"Yes, dear. Just be sure to keep him hydrated, and keep him away from food that dogs can't eat. Do your research before giving him anything. Nedzu already gave you both the week off for this, so rest easy." She hands him a handful of gummies, before going back to her desk.

He nods, thanking her as he guides Shouta out of the bed. He stumbles a bit, but eventually manages. Just before they leave, he hears shuffling to the side. "Um.." It's Aiko-chan, nervously playing with her fingers. "I'm really sorry, Sensei." Her voice wobbles, and Hizashi feels bad for most likely adding to her guilt.

"Hey, no worries, listener! It was an honest mistake, just be more careful next time, yeah?" He sends her a bright smile, valiantly trying to ignore the pure adorableness that is his husband at the moment, and moves on after he sees her shoulders relax. "I will, thank you, Sensei."

They somehow manage to get from the building to the car with minimal witnesses and much struggle, what with Shouta trying to climb him like a tree.

Isn't he supposed to be a dog???

By the time they get home, he feels like he's been run ragged.

It was a near battle trying to drive safely with an adorable man/dog hybrid trying to crawl his way into his lap almost the entire way there, all while miraculously not crashing the car.

He makes it to their couch, where he collapses and then promptly has a lap full of Shouta.

He can't help but laugh as Shouta showers him is licks and kisses along his mouth, cheeks, chin and neck, his hand moving up to pet his hair and ears affectionately, finally able to touch the soft fur there.

Shouta eventually settles down, situating himself across his lap and nuzzling his face into Hizashi's throat, a low rumble in his chest as he basks in his pets.

They doze off there together, Hizashi's hand buried in Shouta's soft hair, content smiles on their faces.

*****

Hizashi wakes up to movement on his lap.

He groggily peels his eyes open, only to snap fully awake at the sight before him.

Straddling his leather clad thigh, Shouta ruts his clothed crotch against the solid muscle there, eyes hazy and tongue lolled out from between parted, drooling lips.

Mind blanking, Hizashi's hands fly to Shouta's hips, gripping him there as he moves, and he groans low in his throat. "Fuck, you're that desperate for it, puppy?"

Shouta barely even seems to hear him in his pleasure as he continues to hump his leg like a, well, dog.

Hizashi leans in and licks the line of drool trickling down the corner of his mouth, while guiding Shouta's hips and rocking his thigh up into him on his next thrust, and Shouta cums with a high pitched whine.

As he comes down from his high, Hizashi peppers kisses to his face, bringing him back down gently, and Shouta dazedly smiles and licks kisses along Hizashi's lips, cheeks and throat in return.

When Shouta's fully settled, Hizashi takes a deep breath, steadfastly ignoring his own problem, and guides him up out of his lap. His pants are soaked through and leaking, which is not helping Hizashi's problem.

"Alright, let's get cleaned up and get something to eat, yeah?"

It's then that he really processes that the room is noticeably dimmer with the setting sun, so Hizashi decides he should definitely make dinner.

After cleaning up of course.

He manages to shift Shouta off of him, but as he moves to stand, he's startled by a loud and protesting whine. Shouta looks distressed and sad as he watches him like he's never going to see him again, ears and tail droopy.

Hizashi feels his heart simultaneously crack and melt at the devastatingly adorable display.

"We gotta clean up, baby. C'mon, Sho.", he says softly, trying to soothe him, and Shouta just whines again, but allows him to stand and follows suit.

Of course, he only agrees to do so if it's together where he can keep an eye on Hizashi, which he just agrees with with amusement.

Both now changed into sweatpants and tshirts, Hizashi's hair freshly washed and without all that product, tied in a low, loose bun, strands at the front framing his face, and Shouta's dark locks falling loosly in damp waves, Hizashi leads them to the kitchen, trying his very best to not focus on just how low on Shouta's hips the pants sit, comfortably below his tail but barely covering his dick.

He tries to leave Shouta on the couch where he'd be more comfortable, but Shouta is not having it.

"I'll be right back, baby. I'm just going to the kitchen to make us dinner." Hizashi tries to reason, but Shouta just lets out an adorable growly grumble and follows after him.

He huffs out a laugh, simply accepting his cute shadow. He's keenly aware of dark eyes following his every move as he moves about the kitchen making their dinner, making sure it's edible for dogs too, settling on a simple chicken stew. Halfway through cooking, he looks over to see Shouta seemingly intent on going in circles, pursuing his own tail, and he has to force himself to stifle a snort of laughter.

When he's finished with their food and setting the table, he gets a lick on his cheek as appreciation, and smiles softly at Shouta, knowing it's a puppy's way of kissing, and presses a kiss to the tip of his nose in return. He gets a pleased chuff in reply and they eat their dinner in relative silence, though Shouta is seated far closer to him than he usually is.

Hizashi's just thankful and relieved that he can still eat like a human being and not with his face buried in the plate.

After cleaning up, Shouta thankfully patient and calm as he does so, and with them fed and cleaned, Hizashi heads to the their bedroom with his shadow and settles into the bed, up against the headboard, preparing himself to continue with the book he's been reading for the past week, when he instead immediately has Shouta's head in his lap.

Hizashi just smiles fondly as he pets his ears and strokes his chin, chuckling softly at the little wiggle and chuff it elicits. The movement causes his shirt to ride up, showing off the abs and happy trail on Shouta's lower abdomen, and without thinking, Hizashi's hand is already there.

A purring rumble vibrates through Shouta as Hizashi drags his nails just below his navel, dark eyes glazing over.

And Hizashi swallows thickly. Oh this is dangerous.

Shouta is very much not in his right mind, he should not do anything to him, shouldn't have allowed what happened to happen.

But oh, the way Shouta peers up at him through lidded eyes and thick lashes, pink lips parted with soft pants.

Hizashi is suddenly very aware that a few inches further up, Shouta could notice Hizashi's losing battle of keeping himself from getting hard.

Biting his lip, Hizashi decides; Fuck it.

This is his husband, his very adorable husband, who has already long consented to things like this after previous quirk mishaps, it's really just Hizashi's hesitance holding him back. Granted, he's never been quite this out of it before, but it'll be fine.

Hizashi will take very good care of Shouta.

But, he'll be patient. He'll just go along with everything he can with what Shouta wants. He won't initiate anything.

That settles his conscience, as he continues to pet Shouta, enjoying just running his hand through his hair, lightly massaging his scalp, and stroking the fawn-soft ears, all while raking blunt nails over his stomach.

Shouta whines and snuffles when Hizashi starts to scratch behind his ears, moaning loudly when he grazes a spot right at the base. Fascinated, he rubs the spot again, harder this time, which makes Shouta moan louder as he flips over onto his stomach.

Hizashi pauses, thinking Shouta wants it to stop, but immediately buries his hand in his hair once again at the low whine he receives.

He's quickly entranced by the way Shouta's fluffy tail wags enthusiastically at his touch, and can't help but immediately caressing it, stroking it from the base to the fluffy tip.

"'Zashi, more." A pleading whine breaks his slurred speech and Hizashi pauses for just a second before resuming his ministrations, his own excitement growing with every little noise he strokes out of the other man.

Shouta snaps his head to face Hizashi, staring straight at his crotch because he can smell his arousal, and Hizashi feels his breath hitch at the look in those dark eyes.

He surges forward, nuzzling his face into his clothed crotch, and Hizashi can't help but swear loudly and tighten his grip on the hair in his hands as Shouta mouths against his tent. His breath is hot and saliva is quickly creating a wet patch from where he starts sucking on the fabric, and the sight of Shouta's head in his lap, mouthing along the side of his clothed dick, hands pawing at his thighs and abdomen, all while peering up at him with that eager, pleading expression is far too much too quickly, and Hizashi breaks.

Tugging his pants down, he frees his achingly hard cock from its confines with a hiss, murmuring, "Go for it, puppy."

Shouta happily envelops the tip in his hot, wet mouth, suckling on it. The heat of his panting breath hits his throbbing shaft as he laps and laves along it, wet and sloppy as he thoroughly enjoys his treat, and Hizashi throws his head back with a deep groan, chest heaving.

“F-fuck, good boy,” he pants, tangling his hand in dark hair just behind his ears, while the other slips under the waistband of Shouta's pants, wandering down over the swell of his ass to grab a greedy handful of the tender flesh, both making the dark haired man let out a vibrating moan around his dick, “Such a good boy for me, Shouta.” 

Shouta pulls back to whine, rutting his own erection against the mattress. "'Zashi," he whimpers, pretty eyes glassy and pleading.

"Hmm? What does my good boy want?" he hums, because really, even Hizashi doesn't know what he wants more at the moment. The thought of spreading his legs for Shouta to have his way with him, all ruthless and animalistic, is a delightful thought, but on the other hand....

Hizashi trails his hand further down, teasing Shouta's dry hole with the pads of his fingers, and he gets his answer in the form of a high keen, Shouta's back arching.

"Want me to take you, puppy? Want me to breed you like my little bitch?" He asks in the sweetest voice, like he's not talking about fucking him.

Shouta's immediate response is a happy yelp, nuzzling against Hizashi's twitching cock.

"Fuck, strip and on your knees for me, pet."

They both discard their clothes, and Hizashi quickly rummages through their nightstand for their bottle of lube as Shouta eagerly obliges and moves to the center of the bed to bury his face in the sheets, ass raised in the air.

And Hizashi curses under his breath, because he will never tire of the view of his husband like this, back arched, ass presented and wiggling his hips enticingly, cock hard and heavy between his legs; fluffy tail swishing above the delicious swell of his ass, his hole twitching and ready to be filled.

How the fuck did he get so lucky?

"Good boy, Shouta" he murmurs, voice husky and cock aching as he kneels behind him.

Shouta lets out a loud, broken moan when Hizashi wraps a hand around the base of his tail, stroking his thumb along where it connects to his skin, before moving to open the bottle of lube with a click, dribbling some onto his fingers. Tossing the bottle to the side, he presses a slick finger to his puckered hole, pushing past the rim. Shouta rumbles low in his chest at the feeling, as Hizashi thrusts his finger in and out, coating his insides with the lube, before pressing in another finger, eyes fixed on the way his tail flicks and sways at the stretch, a panting moan escaping him.

After years of exploring his body, Hizashi finds Shouta's prostate with practiced ease, adding delicious pressure there, drawing out a sweet whimper from him as his neglected cock twitches where it hangs heavy, dripping precum.

Hizashi scissors his fingers, properly stretching him out for him, before pressing in the third and final finger, curling and rubbing his fingers directly against his prostate, massaging it; his other hand gripping his asscheek, holding him open and in place.

Shouta whines, high and needy, voice cracking on its way out, as his hips twitch and back bows even more in a filthy arch, tail wagging away as he tries to fuck himself back on the fingers inside him.

And Hizashi decides that he's ready for him, and he's so fucking thankful for that because his own neglected cock aches with need, tip flushed red and wet with precum.

He pulls his fingers from his hole with a squelch, and Shouta whines at the loss and emptiness, before instead yipping in excitement at the feeling of the head of Hizashi's cock nudging at his stretched rim.

After smearing the remaining lube along his length, Hizashi pushes in in one smooth thrust until their hips are flush, moaning at the familiar, welcoming heat surrounding him and the vision that is Shouta beneath him like this.

Face buried in the sheets, panting and drooling and whining into the bed, with his back arched sinfully, hole stretched around him, while his tail swishes and big ears twitch excitedly.

Green eyes feast hungrily on the gorgeous sight, as he reaches his clean hand up to thread his fingers through his golden locks, freeing it from the hair tie in the process.

He barely lets him catch his breath before he rolls his hips, and Shouta moans long and low at that, lighting up every nerve along his walls as he drags over his prostate. Hizashi draws back, not even to his head, just barely goes halfway, before burying himself back inside again.

And Shouta is lost to panting whines and sobbing moans as Hizashi works up the pace, pulling out farther, slamming back in harder, faster, all while stroking along his sensitive tail and ears.

"Fuck, so good for me. Always take me so well." He groans, rolling his hips on the last word for emphasis, dragging out a keening moan from his puppy.

Hizashi feels the way his walls twitch around him, sees the way a shudder runs through his body, and knows he's close.

He wraps his hands around his hips in a tight grip and holds him there as he picks up his speed again, pounding into him hard and fast at a brutal pace, as Shouta rocks back to meet the increasingly frantic thrusts with tantalizingly perfect clenches and deep, sweet moans, tail quivering.

“You gonna cum like this, gorgeous?” Hizashi growls, releasing his right hip to reach forward and take Shouta's cock in his hand, stroking along the length teasingly, “C'mon, be my good boy and cum for me, puppy.” 

One last stroke as he grinds against his sweet spot, and Shouta howls, head thrown back as he cums all over the sheets, fluffy tail wagging erratically and claws, sharp, small and black, grow out of his hands and rip the sheets beneath them, digging into the mattress with a clench of his fists

The combination of the sight of Shouta falling apart like that and the way he clamps down on him, so tight and so good, sends Hizashi over the edge with him, hips twitching as he fills him up with his seed, vision whiting out.

When they eventually come down from their highs, Hizashi carefully pulls out with a hiss, and fuck, if he could come again he would, just from the sight of him. His cum spilling out of his husband's gaping hole, eyes glazed over as he pants, and drooling from parted lips; ears and tail twitching with leftover traces of pleasure.

He's fucking gorgeous.

Hizashi runs a reverent hand along his spine as he eases him down on his side, on a clean spot, before standing to get things to clean them up. Shouta whines when Hizashi moves away, tail droopy and brows pinched, and Hizashi's heart melts all over again at the adorable sight.

“Shhh, it's okay, pup,” he murmurs, petting Shouta's ears, “I’m just grabbing something to clean us up, baby.” He pushes back Shouta's sweaty hair and presses a kiss to his forehead before walking into the attached bathroom and retrieving a warm, damp washcloth.

They can always shower later, but for now, he cleans the cum and lube off of himself before taking another damp cloth back to the bedroom to help Shouta clean up.

The way he immediately perks up upon his return is absolutely precious, and Hizashi can't help the fond, sappy look that takes over his features.

Leaning down, he presses a sweet, chaste kiss to his lips, full with his insurmountable love and affection for this man, before pulling away with an absolutely smitten smile.

He cleans him up and bundles him in clean blankets, and they fall asleep wrapped up in each other's arms.

Though, some time during their slumber, they shift and switch places, and when Hizashi wakes next, it's to Shouta grinding and humping against his bare ass, tongue laving along his neck.

The remainder of the week is going to be eventful, to say the least.

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So I had a Thought™

As a Dabi girlie, who is always and forever also a Damon Salvatore girlie, I've realized that a lot of fanon Dabi is almost exactly like Damon.

The lil playful personality that either masks his pain, or just for shits n giggles depending on the mood, the teasing borderline lovable bullying, the burn the world down to keep you warm vibes, the hates everyone but you schtick, the dark, broody thing they have going on....not to mention the black hair & blue eyes combo.....

Especially if it's set without quirks? And it's in like college, or even a few Bassist Touya AUs or something??? Ooohh that's Damon

I think I've also been subconsciously characterizing Dabi as Damon in certain ways sometimes...

So anyways

Lol so I'm pretty sure my house is haunted or something bc the only other explanation is that our dog grew thumbs

So our dog, Luna, likes to hang out under my parents' bed, but we don't particularly like her going there, so we try to always keep the door closed, though it's sometimes futile bc if it's even barely cracked open, she'll be able to open it.

But tonight, my parents went out on their usual lil date thingy, and I was looking for something, and their room is one of the places I checked (my mom was the culprit just as I suspected, so yes I found my charger there), and as I was leaving, I MADE SURE to close back the door. I heard it close and click, I even tugged on it.

Now, the way the house is arranged, it's pretty small, so the living room is practically next door to the bedroom. I was in the living room when I heard the distinct sound of their door opening.

Assuming it was my lil sis going in, I got up to tell here to make sure to close back the door so Luna doesn't get in.

Though the door was opened a good crack, she was not there.

She was, in fact, in her room, on her bed, under the blankets on her phone in thee comfiest position that is not humanly possible within the time frame needed for this to be some sort of prank.

Also. She can't run silently for shit, she stomps, so I knew she wasn't the one to open it.

That left me with the only other options, bc no there was not anyone else in the house, I'm typing this out like an hour after and there's deadass no where to hide.

1. Luna is now somehow magically able to open doors now, despite the fact that she's barely 2 feet tall and the door is not a latch, but an actual doorknob.

2. There is an entity that apparently befriended Luna and willingly opened the door for her.

Now, despite the fact that we've seen Luna staring at nothingness and the void of corners a good few times, for my own sanity, I'm going with option 1.

Wish me luck 😃

Was too late for the actual poll but holy shit I'm so happy I still saw this

I never looked at the statistics before now and the joy that flooded through me felt tingly

I may cry

46, 364 hits????

Holy shit?? Fucking hell I love each and every one of you that contributed to that, because it's actually even more than that??? Those who end up only reading them here on tumblr instead isn't counted but it's counted in my heart dammit

KISSES AND HUGS TO EVERYONE WHO READ THEM I LOVE YOU💜💜💜

authors! go to your ao3 dashboard, click on statistics, look at your totals and tell me how many hits you have?

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Arabian Nights

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[NSFW] ‼ 18+ >MDNI<

Summary: Aizawa Shouta goes to a suspicious spa for a relaxing day, when things take a turn

Pairing: Aizawa/Harem Boys

Content Warning: Male Gay Sex, Smut, Dub/Non Con, Gangbang(?), Harem Boys, Hypnotism, Brainwashing, Drugging, Kidnapping, Chastity Cage, Cock Cage, Anal Fingering, Anal Play, Prostate Massage, Prostate Massager/Toy, Nipple Play, Cumming Untouched, Milking, Prostate Milking, Unethical Masseuse Actions, It's porn, Body Oil, Body Hair, Pampering, Loosely based on Aladdin's aesthetics, This is not meant to be offensive in any way, though it is pretty stereotypical

Word Count: 5.8k

Disclaimer: Character belongs to Kohei Horikoshi

A/N: This was my first requested fic!! I had sm fun writing this, especially researching stuff to be at least somewhat accurate lol

Hope you like it @princeasimdiya12 !!🥰❤

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Aizawa Shouta has been notably stressed lately; more so than usual. And as his friend, Hizashi decides that he needs a break. Just a day to relax and unwind. He knows that even that might be asking too much of him by himself, so he enlists their other friend Nemuri for help.

Together, Hizashi and Nemuri conspire and come up with a plan, and they somehow convince Shouta to go along with it.

They book him a spa day at a themed spa, Arabian Nights, and though he rolled his eyes and grumbled, Shouta is secretly grateful for the reprieve.

When they all get there, because they both feel the need to make sure he actually goes, Shouta gets the feeling that something is off.

He voices this to them of course, but is brushed off because they think he's either just trying to get out of it or the stress is making him paranoid, it could be either or both.

As they check him in, he scopes out anything and everything he can. The outside of the building looked normal enough, but the interior, even just the reception room, is like a whole new world in itself.

Intricate designs cover the cream walls and high ceiling, with gold accents; tapestries and paintings lining them tastefully. The carpet beneath their feet, and decorative pillows on the available seats are plush and a matching wine colour, while the furniture are all dark reds and browns, with potted plants placed at the corners of the room.

He takes notice of all the employees he can see, all of which are male, though of different ethnicities and stature.

They're all dressed to fit the theme of the spa, in puffy, cream coloured pants with the crotches dropped, tight, black, low cut V neck vests, and maroon sashes tied around their waists. Gold sashes are draped across their chests from their right shoulders to their left hips, and thick, gold bands adorn both of their wrists, along with a cream coloured headpiece, each with a slanted gold stripe across the front and a red jewel at the top center, most likely rubies.

When they're finished checking him in, he's lead through a detailed, arched doorway, to get started, with Hizashi waving him off, saying that they'll come pick him back up later when he's done.

Though, as Hizashi and Nemuri exit the building, they don't see the eyes of one of the employees glow a bright, swirling mix of red and gold as he looks at them leave.

And by the time they reach the car, they can't remember why they're here, where they are, and with no recollection of an Aizawa Shouta.

*****

The man leading Shouta is taller than him; slender and lithe, almost serpentine in his movements. He's dressed in a black, floor length robe with red bell sleeves and a low cut neck that shows off his muscular chest, a matching red sash around his waist, along with a tall, black headdress, a thin and wavy gold pattern wrapping around the middle, going downwards at the front, with a garnet stone situated just above his forehead, and a long, crimson feather above the gem; a maroon cloth attached to the base of the headpiece is draped over his shoulders. It's extravagant as it is, but to top it all off, a black, dramatic cape with a scarlet interior flows behind his every step.

Shouta thinks that that might be a bit much, but who's he to judge?

Just as he's starting to wonder just how far they're going, the man leading him stops in front of what seems to be a shower and changing room and turns to him, allowing him to take in his features properly. His eyes are dark red, lined in black and lidded, and he has a neat goatee and mustache which just seems to emphasize the sharpness of his jaw and high cheekbones.

His voice is low and damn near hypnotic as he djrects Shouta to shower, just to freshen up, showing him to the towels and amenities. Shouta quickly obliges, as it seems to be like a pool or a public bathhouse; rinsing yourself off beforehand so that you don't bring in any outside dirt and germs.

When he gets out, the same man leads Shouta, now clad in nothing but a towel, to a large, opulent hot spring.

Ornately patterned tiles decorate along the walls, the high ceiling and around the spring itself. There are intricately carved pillars and arches, and statues of cobra snakes with embedded rubies for eyes placed around the room.

Shouta hides a scowl as he thinks how how much time and money is being wasted on this, though it's quickly wiped away as he settles into the water, it being far more pleasant than he anticipated.

He lets out a soft sigh as the warmth seeps into his skin, easing his muscles and draining the tension from him; sitting and soaking in the water for a long while, his head tipped back on a rock, eyes closed. Beads of water drip and trickle down the pale column of his throat, pooling in the dip of his collarbones and sliding down his pecs; facial and chest hair glistening with the droplets.

After only a few minutes, he begins to feel woozy. Though, the steam of the hot spring is rather thick, so he just chalks it up to it being the heat.

An attendant, dressed the same as those in the front lobby, brings him a bottle of water. It's sealed, so he assumes it's perfectly safe, and drinks.

By now he's completely relaxed, pliant really, and somewhere in the back of his mind he thinks that something is wrong, but he doesn't know what.

Eventually, the same man in the dark robes come back to collect him. Shouta stands from the water, about to head over to the changing rooms, when the man stops him. It's then he realizes that the man has a towel thrown over his forearm that he holds out to Shouta, and a maroon pillow, with gold stitching and tassels hanging from the corners, in his hands with a black and gold box atop it.

Accepting the towel with quiet thanks and beginning to dry off, Shouta thinks he should really worry that he hadn't noticed that until then, but the thought is shoved down almost as quickly as it appeared.

At Shouta's questioning look, the man nods to the box with a smile. He steps forward, gently unclasping the latch. When Shouta sees what's within the box, he blinks confusedly, wondering if he's hallucinating.

A chastity cage.

All shining gold metal, nestled in velvet pillowing.

Brows furrowed, he asks, "Why?" The corner of the man's smile twitches, because really, he shouldn't be questioning anything at this point, but he takes a breath to keep himself calm. It probably just hasn't settled in properly yet.

Keeping his eyes locked onto Shouta's, he says, with that same low, hypnotic tone, that people often get aroused from the massages, ending up uncomfortable when they're face down because the position presses on it. The man smiles contentedly when Shouta accepts this and complies without any complaint or fight, not seeing anything wrong with what he said.

Shouta reaches for it before the man stops him. "Allow me to put it on for you, Aizawa-san." Shouta furrows his brows in hesitation, and seeing this, the man adds, "It is part of my job. I must ensure that it is on properly and securely." Shouta nods slowly, accepting the answer and ignoring the nagging hesitance at the back of his mind.

He's guided back inside to another room with a massage table, being directed to sit on it, thighs spread.

Propped up on his hands, Shouta gasps softly as the man kneels in front of him and grasps his soft cock in his large hand, his cheeks burning with embarrassment at the contrasting sizes. He's a grower, not exactly a shower, and it's obvious.

The man's hands are slender and graceful as he works, placing the gold ring of the device around his balls, then slipping the rest of the cage itself over his shaft.

"How does that feel, Aizawa-san?" 

Shouta does his best not to squirm as he replies, voice strained. "Weird." 

"But it doesn't hurt? There's no pinching?" He holds Shouta's gaze as he asks this, eyes intense and searching.

"Well, no, but—" he cuts himself of when his breath hitches at a stray jolt of pleasure when his touch brushes his tip.

The man hums in acknowledgment, ducking his head to hide his pleased amusement, fiddling with it a bit more before Shouta hears a soft click. "There we go."

A low heat settles in his stomach as he sees the gold cage surrounding him, contrasting prettily off of his dark body hair and pale skin.

A dangerous glint of satisfaction flashes

in the man's eyes and Shouta flushes when his finger drags through the openings along the cage as he pulls his hand away. Shouta sucks in a sharp breath. The sensation is light, but that almost hungry look in his eyes makes it feel like so much more.

"Perfect." The man practically purrs, his voice hot and low, eyes dragging over him with intensity so potent that it feels like a caress in itself.

Shouta bites his lip, lest he says something mortifying, as the man stands back up. He moves over to a cupboard, taking out a few items of cloth before going back over to Shouta. "Please change into these, Aizawa-San."

Swallowing thickly, Shouta nods and stands, taking the clothes and quickly slipping them on.

It's a matching set of an open chest vest and baggy, puffy black pants with thick gold trimming, though they may as well be nonexistent with their thin, sheer material. The gold of the cage can still be clearly seen through them.

After he's finished changing, he's guided back to the same massage table, now adjusted to more resemble a chair, where other workers join them, quickly introducing themselves.

They're all of course unfairly handsome. Some with sharp features, others soft, with varying skin tones and ethnicities. Some are tall and muscular, while some are shorter and more lithe, but they're all dressed almost the same. All of them are in all white, silk, low cut robes, puffy pants and tall headpieces, with a matching cloth attached to the base of the headpiece, draping over their shoulders; the only difference among them being the variety of colours they each chose for their accessories, specifically the gem and feather adorning their headpieces, the sashes tied around their waists, and the sheer veil masks covering their noses and mouths, which match their eyes that are lined in black which make them stand out.

There are five of them, two dark skinned men with peridot and aquamarine eyes respectively, two tanned skin men dressed in emerald green and sapphire blue, and one with pale skin and amethyst eyes, seemingly albino, with snowy white hair peeking through his headpiece.

At first, it doesn’t register with him what’s happening, with them bustling around and setting up tables, appliances and products, but then they talk through the options of scents for the humidifiers, incense and massage oil. He chooses a light coffee and vanilla scent for the humidifier, cinnamon for the incense and rose for the oil.

When they're finished setting up, the same man in the red and black robes stands in front of him, hands clasped behind his back.

"They will now treat your hair, nails and skin, before the massage. Please be patient and enjoy." He explains, and they immediately begin as he leaves with a bow.

They adjust his seat, reclining it back to wash and treat his hair, while two take each of his hands, the ones with peridot and sapphire eyes, and begin carefully treating his nails, and another two, emerald and amethyst, does the same to his toenails after soaking, scrubbing, and treating his feet, all while the one with aquamarine eyes is behind him, treating his hair. When he's done with his hair, he moves on to giving him a facial, along with neatening his eyebrows and stubble.

And Shouta sinks. There's a low buzz of calm and peace from being pampered and taken care of, his eyes closed and breathing even as he relaxes with the aroma of the incense and humidifier in the air, and he's pretty sure they're all wearing the same sweet but mild perfume, though he can't place the scent. He doesn't know what could be causing it, but he feels loopy, his ability to think straight slipping away bit by bit.

By the time the manicure and pedicure are finishing up, along with the man doing his facial treatment, including a massage, his head is fuzzy and light.

The rose oil is warm on his skin when they begin the massage itself.

He starts at his jaw, going down his neck. From there, he goes to his shoulders, and then eventually his chest, all from behind him where his chair is tilted back, and Shouta barely reacts when they slip the vest off his shoulders and fully adjust the seat back into a table.

Now laying on his back, he pays no mind when they strip him back out of the very pants they instructed him to wear, now leaving him completely bare yet again, barring the chastity cage.

With multiple pairs of strong yet soft hands gliding over his body, Shouta feels utterly blissful as he basks in their ministrations, letting out soft, relaxed moans.

Every inch of him is given attention, from top to bottom. His upper half is paid great care as oiled hands knead his muscles and caress his skin, while the men at his lower half start from his feet and gradually move up his legs, rubbing out the tension.

He can't help but pant and squirm as hands simultaneously squeeze and knead his inner thighs and his chest, hands brushing over his now sensitive nipples, trying to muffle his little gasps and groans.

"Fuck," He whispers, voice all soft and breathy, then going higher and more breathless, turning into almost a whimpering moan as the man repeats the motion, grazing his palm over his nipple. "Fuck." 

And Shouta freezes, going dead silent; his whole body locking up as his brain blanks. He feels himself flush to his chest as he clenches his jaw, eyes darting to them to gauge their reactions. It's absolutely mortifying to be affected like this, by this, but before he can begin to fully panic, one of them drags the nail of their thumb over his other nipple, while another rubs soothing circles into his upper thigh, making his breath hitch and hips twitch.

He sees the pleased smiles on their faces through their masks at his reactions, the intensity in their eyes, and he bites his lip, considering.

He really shouldn't. It's irrational, perverse; downright whorish really, and he's never done anything like this before.

Though, seeing the prominent bulges in their white pants and the heat of their gazes, feeling it in their lingering touches, settles his decision.

He spreads his legs further, arching his back into the touch. The man's smile widens, pale blue eyes shining as he presses a thumb to the pert bud, rolling over it and taking in the way Shouta's face melts. The man huffs a soft laugh, pinching the nub between his fingers, eliciting a gasp from Shouta.

From there, he suffers sweet torture.

They run their hands over his skin leisurely, along his sides, tummy and chest, play with his nipples until they're puffy and sore, and massage and stroke the sides of his crotch without ever actually touching his cock, teasingly only focusing on everything but where he needs it most, and all he can do is pant, moan and whine.

Humiliation burns through him as blood tries hopelessly to rush to his cock, but the cage does it's job and doesn't let it fill, only pathetically twitching. His nerves are alight with the pulsing, needy heat with nowhere to go.

He doesn't know how long he's played with like this, basking in their groping, deliciously torturous touches.

Momentarily freeing him from torment, he's mercifully flipped over, face directly in front of a taunting bulge that's so close, yet too far for him to actually reach without stretching.

Their mercy does not last long.

Brushing his dark hair to the side, exposing the pale expanse of his neck and back, they start at the base of his neck and his calves at the same time, and Shouta melts into the table as the sweet torture begins anew. Their hands move down his back, and up his legs to his ass simultaneously, more forceful than he expects, like they're actually massaging out the tension, lighting his every nerve aflame.

A part of him feels silly for thinking that he’d released all of his stress back in the hot springs. Shouta doesn’t remember his muscles being this loose in his life.

Though, that’s not exactly a surprise. With his career, it’s a miracle he hasn’t keeled over from stress before now, honestly.

.

.

.

What is his career again?

......

...........He—

He's quickly distracted from the thought when he realizes that his sensitive nipples are brushing against the table and the chastity cage is at an awkward angle, so he shifts, raising his hips a bit to alleviate the discomfort.

That's when he feels hands spread his thighs further, rubbing and squeezing the flesh there's before moving up to knead and spread his asscheeks, while another hand slips between them, brushing over his hole.

Face down, ass up, his breath hitches and his hands tighten into fists beside his head as he feels oiled fingers glide over him there, a thick thumb rubbing over the tight ring of muscle.

He can't help but gasp and writhe as they tease and prod at him, slipping in just the very tip of a thumb, tugging at the tight rim, before immediately removing it, over and over again, all while the others continue to grope at his thighs and chest, hands slipping under him from where he's now propped up on his forearms.

And eventually, he can't take much more. "Mmn, stop teasing me." His voice is gruff and strained as he complains, but it just comes out thready and begging.

The men shiver at the sight of him, dark eyes glazed over and needy, lips shiny and swollen from biting them parted in panting little gasps, back arched beautifully and hips swaying tauntingly; his shiny, unshaven hole on show, winking and clenching around nothing, just begging to be filled.

They lament being unable to stuff him until he's dripping this very instant, knowing it's against the rules during working hours, but feel their cocks twitch in anticipation of the day they get to feel him wrapped around them, tight, pliant and hot.

For now, they settle for seeing him feel good and bask in it; some biting their lips at the sweet, low moan that's pulled from Shouta at a finger slipping into him slow and deep, others moaning right along with him at the sight of his hole greedily sucking in the thick digit.

It does nothing to make the desperation for his cock to get any sort of friction lessen, but Shouta can't help but rock back onto the finger, impatient for more as the man fucks it in and out, loosening him up.

It isn't long before he pulls out nearly all the way, a little whine of protest starting in the back of Shouta's throat, that quickly turns into a moan when instead of pressing in one, he has two of those long, thick fingers sinking into him.

His hole burns a little with the stretch, but even that feels good as he slowly pumps in and out, stretching him. He thrusts and twists them, dragging along his walls deliciously, before crooking his fingers, pressing them down and moving them inside of him like he's trying to create a hook towards his belly button, searching.

A long, low moan escapes him as his hands scramble for purchase on the table when a bolt of pleasure rushes through his nerves. He keens desperately, grinding back; the fingers pressing against his prostate again and he sees stars.

He feels mouths on his shoulders, lower back, and the back of his thighs, hot and wet as they nip as suck at his skin, leaving pretty marks and bruises in their wake on the pale canvas of his flesh, all while a hand fondles and plays with his balls just as a third finger slips in; and eyes rolled back, cock twitching in its confines, he can't do anything but moan and roll his hips, wanting them deeper, even as his nerves scream at him.

Because really, he shouldn't want it so badly, not when every stroke inside of his greedy hole is just making his cock hurt more, just making his muscles tense and fingers grip tightly onto the sheets of the table as his body tries desperately to find something to do with the pleasure wrecking his nerves.

The man scissors his fingers lightly while continuing to rub against his prostate, and Shouta's thighs tremble; practically vibrating and his cock aching.

And then the fingers are removed.

He whines needily, wantonly, as he tries to push up to complain, only to be held in place. One of them, the one with peridot eyes, chuckles lowly, tucking a strand of hair behind Shouta's ear and whispers, "Stay still, Gorgeous. We'll take good care of you." His voice is breathy and hot, all saccharine velvet as he tilts Shouta's head by his chin to the side.

Shouta turns, going with it, and sees the man dressed in sapphire blue holding something.

A toy. 

It's black silicone, and thick, but Shouta can't help the breathy laugh that comes out as he takes in the shape of it.

Not a replica of a cock like one would expect, but not one of the less human and stranger variations he knows exist either. No, this is shaped like an upside down 'T', but also almost like a genie's lamp, with a handle and everything, with the top of it elongated and curved like a dick, away from the handle part, more towards the other end.

It takes a second with his brain so soaked in his heady arousal mixed with amusement for him to make sense of the shape, realizing the curve of it is going to push against his prostate perfectly.

Shouta hum a moan, desperate, sweet, and excited, ass swaying in anticipation.

When the thick, slick head presses against his twitching, stretched hole, Shouta forgets how to breathe. And when it starts to push inside, he thinks he forgets his name. His world narrows down to the glide of the solid weight that's gliding over his quivering walls as it pushes so achiniy slowly in, and in, and in.

By the time it's all the way inside, Shouta doesn't care one bit about rationality, or decency, or reputation.

Because he feels full, so full and so good, and oh fuck he was right about the shape; that thick head pressing up against his sweet spot has his thighs shaking, to the point that he feels like he's going to shake apart completely.

"How does that feel, Aizawa-san?" The man purrs, tone all teasing, velvet heat as he presses the toy in deep, rocking it, while hands and mouths continue to map Shouta's skin.

"Good, good, so fucking good, please—" the words trip over themselves to get off his tongue, it already feels so good, so much, but he already wants more, wants him deeper, wants him to move—

Their eyes are molten on him as they hear him beg so prettily, the man pressing the toy in firmly and grinding it against his prostate. They revel in the moan he sends echoing off of the walls, and it's all they need to keep going.

He pulls it back, about halfway out, before thrusting it in again, and grinding, and Shouta trembles and strains against the hands keeping him in place, not actually wanting it to stop but it's just so much more than he's used to, so new and so good. And though futile, he doesn't know what to do other than try to escape the pleasure before it completely consumes him.

The man does that over and over for a while that feels like hours on his frayed nerves, and all Shouta could do was pant and moan and take it.

He feels someone tuck his hair that fell back into his face behind his ear. Focusing his pleasure hazed gaze, he sees it's the one with amethyst eyes, the albino, though he doesn't know when they switched places. Seeing Shouta looking at him, he smiles, rubbing his thumb against Shouta's bottom lip, tugging on it. When Shouta parts his lips, slick tongue licking at it before sucking it into his mouth, he moves his thumb back and forth inside his mouth, fucking into it, eyes hungry on him as he coos, "Oh you were made for this, weren't you, Sweetheart? Who would've thought that the great Eraserhead would be so desperate to be stuffed full."

His tone is all teasing heat as he rubs his thumb against his gums and tongue, caressing and playing with his mouth, and Shouta wishes it was more than just a thumb that's pressing on his tongue. The man shudders as Shouta looks up at him from under his dark, glistening lashes, moaning around him, seemingly in agreement, until he pulls it out of his mouth with a wet pop.

Shouta's cock hurts. They won't touch it, and the man won't pull the toy back more than an inch before he's pushing it back against his sweet spot and it feels so good, feels like so much more than it really is with his cock all locked up and useless, his hole so much more sensitive. 

He's close, so close to cumming, his orgasm is pressing against his nerves, pulsing across his whole body with a building insistence, but he knows he can't, knows his cock can't let it out; and it makes the need burn that much more. He didn't know he could feel so good, so desperate for release, without going over the edge, the pleasure instead just building on itself.

"I need to cum, plea-please let me cum, please—" he pants, voice slurring and strained, breathy and sweet as he begs. The man with amethyst eyes just smiles behind his mask, caressing his cheek and throat, the others running their hands all along his heated skin as the man fucking the toy into him hums in acknowledgment.

"You will, Aizawa-san. We'll help you, don't worry." He soothes, thrusting the toy in a little harder, drawing out another low moan from Shouta.

A hand pushes up lightly on his lower stomach as he grinds and rocks the toy against his prostate, settling the base of it directly against his perineum and balls.

"I'm going to help you now, Aizawa-san. I'm going to count down for you, and when I get to one you're going to stop fighting it and let go, hm?" 

What?

"Five."

He can't—

"Four."

He can't cum with his cock locked up like this.

"Three."

Can he?

"Two."

Oh fuck.

"One."

Shouta's whole body tenses as the toy starts to vibrate. Against his prostate, his perineum and his balls, the entire thing takes him apart from the inside out. That sudden burst of new sensation along with the grinding pressure, tips him over the edge, and he dissolves into nothing but loud pants and desperate moans.

But he's not orgasming.

His body feels like there's a thinner kind of pleasure pushing through it, taking away a little of the pressure, but it doesn't feel as immediate, as strong or good, as his orgasm usually does.

And then he feels it. His cock twitches in his pretty golden cage and he looks to sees a slow constant trickle of cum spilling out of him against the sheet covered table, before his vision goes white; his mouth dropping open in a silent, screaming moan, painting the table with thick globs of his release.

"There we go. Perfect, baby. So good for us." The man praises, breathy and fond as he keeps the toy vibrating, low but on, as he shallowly fucks it in, grinding it against him. But it's still enough, still too much, still perfect.

Still makes Shouta let out another little moan when he moves it, making more spill out of him as his eyes roll back. And it doesn't stop, it keeps going, trickling out in thick globs; that burning ache slowly being drained out of his soft cock, spilling out and out against the table, soiling the cloth there.

It's so much, both almost too much yet not enough. Though amplified by the hands and lips roaming his skin, it's not satisfying in the way an orgasm usually feels; it's more of that continued, gentle, pressing pleasure, but stronger. No, this is different from an orgasm, he's not cumming.

He's being milked.

It lasts so much longer than he's used to, like it's pulsing out across his veins for ages, before it finally stops, turning into just a few more drops, and he finds himself laying limp against the sheets, his arms giving out beneath him, muscles trembling as he tries to greedily fill his lungs with air, though his lower half is still being held up by them.

And he can't do anything but lay there and let out a thin whine as the man pets his hand over the swell of his ass as he eases the still vibrating toy out of him. 

The drag of it over his sensitive walls and swollen hole gives his body another little flicker of utter bliss as it slips out, his cock giving another tiny, pathetic twitch in response in its cage.

The man with amethyst eyes strokes his hair, running his blunt nails over his scalp, easing him back to his senses. When Shouta blinks glossy, dazed eyes up at him, he pulls his mask down, running his tongue along Shouta's bottom lip, licking up a line of drool from the corner of his mouth, before fully slotting their mouths together in a deep, languid kiss.

Shouta moans weakly into his mouth when he feels his grip tighten in his hair while hands grip his asscheeks, spreading him open. He shivers at the cool air hitting his sensitive, gaping hole, hips twitching at a thumb running along the puffy rim. The man pulls away from his kiss swollen lips, leaving a thin string of spit connecting them still that snaps when he moves far enough.

They gently coax him off the table, quickly switching the soiled sheets with clean ones before guiding him back to it, laying him flat on his back, rubbing over his muscles and joints to ease whatever tension he regained.

They clean him up as he floats, eyes lidded and hazy as they wipe him down so gently he manages to doze off, a small, dopey smile on his lips.

The men smile contentedly over him as they take care of him, another beautiful Jewel to add to their Master's collection.

They'll need to finish his training first of course, as this was just the first stage. Along with teaching him to be a legitimate masseuse, they still need to properly train his throat, which they will have very much fun doing, along with his ass to take more than just a toy. And after how wonderfully sensitive he is, oh the Master will enjoy him.

But they get the privilege of doing so first, and they will savour that thoroughly.

For now though, they need to get their new fellow Jewel settled in.

*****

[Two Months Later]

Shouta barely remembers his past life by this point. He knows his name, and knows he's a hero, or at least used to be, but most importantly, he knows he enjoys his new life as a Jewel. He's pretty and pampered, precious and treasured as his Master's Jewel, and he loves it.

The other Jewels take care of him as well, and he cherishes his relationships with them, whatever they may be; be that friendship or as lovers.

He exchanges gentle smiles with Aoi, the man with sapphire eyes, as he prepares the equipment and products to be used today on a trolley.

They have a new guest today after all, one Yoshida Kogane.

It's the first time he's being allowed to tend to a guest, and possible new Jewel, rather than just observe since his training is finally complete. It's also the first time he's finally allowed to wear his Jewel uniform during working hours, rather than the plain black he'd been wearing before.

Now, he's dressed in silk white robes, the low cut showing off his toned specs and chest hair, pants that hug his ass wonderfully, and a tall headpiece, matching with the others, but with black with a red sheen as his added colour. The sash tied around his waist, the sheer veil mask, and of course the feather and gem on his headpiece, a black opal stone, with flecks and swirls of red mixed in, suit him well.

Master chose it for him himself, saying it matched him perfectly.

Shouta's eyes are lined in black, making them appear that much darker; his inky hair falling in waves over his shoulders, barely hidden by the cloth attached to the headpiece. His facial hair is neat and groomed, trimmed into a light stubble beard and mustache, his skin smooth and glossy, almost porcelain, lips soft and supple.

His reflection is happy and healthy, pretty and perfect.

They soon move out to the room where Akashi, the man in the red robes who led him to this new life, is settling in their guest.

He's adorable really, on the shorter side, tanned, freckled skin, curly, blonde hair, and bright, golden eyes, and Shouta thinks his name suits him perfectly.

He would be a lovely addition to the Master's collection.

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One time my mother came up behind me from in the kitchen (I did not know she was anywhere near there, I thought she was in her bedroom) and peaked over my shoulder while I was reading thee nastiest shit, like, outrageously disgusting, there was incest involved, bc a friend sent it to me basically like "Yo read this shit, it's wild lol" and I'm nosy asf so I sat there full on reading this horror, gradually getting more and more concerned and horrified but couldn't stop bc it was like watching a trainwreck. So anyways, she snuck up on me while I was locked in on the horror and apparently she got to a point where the girlie said Daddy or something idk and she was like "MOON WHAT YOU READING?!" My phone damn near went airborne bc I jumped, and I was tryna explain myself like I'm going to jail, but she just held her hand out for the phone and I was like "no plz let me have my dignity" and she was like "no you're 13, you don't need to be reading things like that, give me your phone" and I apparently did not deserve dignity either, so she took the phone, stood there silently scrolling and reading random parts, read the title, I'm pretty sure it was something like "Just the Tip, Daddy", and I was shaking, and she was like "this the kinda shit you be reading?" Bc she knew I had wattpad but she never knew the kinds of things that went on there bc she assumed it was tame romances, and I was like "No mummy, I just found it while scrolling and I was curious so I clicked it, and then Idk why I couldn't stop, but I didn't actually like it!!" Bc I did not like it, the experience was fully like witnessing a murder, and I kept explaining this with tears in my eyes, and she was like "Mhmm....delete that shit and go study" and I was like "ok mummy" deleted wattpad in front of her, she said she's gonna be checking my phone regularly now, but then she forgot after like a week lol, she had shit to do

So anyway, that's when I learned how to hide apps on my phone, and sit with my back to a wall at all times now 😃

....And now I write smut 🤩

Happy Birthday Touya!!! 🥳🎉💙

Song: 'Heart Of Fire' by Black Veil Brides

I made this a while back, my first and only edit/fmv, and idk, I finally like it enough to share, so enjoy! I love Touya, and I love BVB, and this is HIS SONG!!!

LISTEN TO THE LYRICS!!!

Me rn 😭

I haven't gotten the cold like this since BEFORE covid bruh

And reading this, one might think, "Well, it's December! It's probably just usual winter things"

WRONG

I'm in the mf Caribbean

I have no business feeling this way rn outta no where 😭😭

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Merry Christmas

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Summary: It's Christmas day, and you exchange gifts with your boyfriend

Pairing: Dabi/Fem Reader

Content Warning: Suggestive but nothing explicit, Fluff, Possessive Dabi, he's slightly unhinged but it's okay, You match each other's freak, SFW

Word Count: 1.1k

Disclaimer: Character belongs to Kohei Horikoshi

A/N: This is the 12th & last part of 12 fics for a 12 Days of Christmas event. Enjoy and Happy Holidays! Merry Christmas ❤

Prompt: Opening presents

My Masterlist

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On Christmas morning, under fluffy blankets, cuddled up with Touya, his arms wrapped around you, the distinct festive, joyful feeling in the air, you wake up warm.

His snowy white hair shimmers in the morning light filtering through the curtains, his staples glittering.

You wake him with kisses peppered wherever you can reach, and he returns the favour doubled.

Most of the day is spent just enjoying each other's company. After a late breakfast, more of a brunch really, you mostly cuddle on the couch, watching Christmas movies, with hot chocolate and cookies in hand.

As the sun sets, you cook and eat dinner together. You both dress up for the occasion, him in black slacks and a white button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, you in a little red sweater dress. In your little bubble of joy, it's just the two of you and nothing else matters.

After dinner, it's finally time to exchange gifts, and you struggle to hide your excitement.

The gifts, small as they are, sit under the Christmas tree which twinkles in a variety of colours. The fireplace in the corner crackles, casting playful shadows and warmth around the room, and the entire place smells like cinnamon and pine.

It’s cozy and warm, mirroring the way he makes you feel almost perfectly.

"You first, baby. Merry Christmas." Touya smiles, holding out a small box to you. It's about the size of your palm and the wrapping paper is a shining sliver, wrinkled and slightly messily wrapped, but you can tell that he tried his best, and something within you goes warm and gooey.

You take the gift gently, carefully peeling the wrapping paper off. The meticulous process is probably driving the man crazy, but the paper is so pretty, and you can tell he worked hard to wrap it as best he could.

When you finally open the box itself, you can't help the small gasp of awe that escapes you.

A gorgeous necklace with a thin silver chain and pendant. The charm is a silver, hollow heart, with a small flame made of blue fire opal, an exact match to his own flames, hanging from the middle, and you love the way it sparkles under the warm glow of the fireplace.

It's very clearly a representation of himself, and something about that makes you giddy. Like a claim, like he's always with you, like he's showing that he himself is a permanent fixture within you, within your heart and life, and it's so perfect, you can't help the tears that trickle down your cheek.

"It's beautiful. Put it on me?" Your voice trembles with emotion, and Dabi feels his heart stutter when pretty, teary eyes look at him with such awe.

He takes a breath to try to steady his heart, swallowing around a lump in his throat as he nods, gesturing for you to turn around.

His fingertips are warm where they brush your skin, moving whatever stray hairs that are in the way, the metal cool against you where it rests. "I can't do it legally, so I need to show you how much I love you and what you mean to me any other way I can." He murmurs, voice low and warm. Goosebumps appear where his breath hits and where he touches as he clasps it around your neck, and you melt into his touch when you feel mismatched lips press to the nape of your neck.

You turn back around to face him, and your breath hitches a bit at the raw love and adoration held within his azure gaze, so soft on you, with a hint of something darker, something possessive at the sight of it around your throat.

You shiver at the slightly crazed look in his eyes, loving the way he shows his love, borderline obsession with you, even in these small ways. "I love it, thank you Touya." You say, voice all soft and sappy as you touch it gently, like it's something so very precious, because it is.

"You're welcome baby, Merry Christmas." He smiles so sweetly, you have to lean over to press a kiss to those lips.

"Okay your turn!" You clap excitedly, leaning over to get your gift to him.

You hand it to him, practically vibrating in your seat as you watch him open it.

Touya unwraps his own gift quickly, to the point you're worried he might give himself a papercut on the dark blue paper, to reveal a ring box.

"You're not proposing, are ya Doll?" He says playfully, smirking at you, and you grin.

"Something like that."

His expression changes, from playful to confused shock as his eyes dart to the box before back at you. You can't help but giggle at his reaction, knowing it's not negative, it's just that it legally can't happen and you both know it. "Just open it, Tou."

He rolls his eyes fondly, easing it open, and his expression crumples into something sappy and adoring as he looks at the ring within. It's black with a thin sliver band carved around it.

"It's tungsten, so it can withstand your hottest temperatures, and I know you always wanted rings but you don't wear them because they'll melt, so I got you this and—" your nervous rambling is cut off when he cups your cheek, pulling you into a kiss.

"I love it, Dolly. Thank you. Just know

that you're stuck with me, yeah?" He murmurs against your lips. You smile into the kiss and whisper softly, "I love you."

You feel him grin as he whispers back, just as soft, "I love you too", before deepening the kiss, licking his way into your mouth.

You kiss like you're sealing a promise, like it's final; like it's until death do you part.

It's loving and possessive, complete adoration and obsession, and you can never get enough of it, of each other.

When you pull away, you're both panting softly, lips swollen and pupils dilated.

"I think I have another present to open up, hm?" His eyes are hot on you as heated fingers trail up your thigh.

A coy smile plays on your lips as you stand and start walking backwards toward the bedroom, teasingly pulling the collar of your dress to the side to show off the white strap of your lacy lingerie beneath. "Come get it then."

His eyes darken as he playfully chases you to the room, shrieks of your laughter echoing through the apartment.

That Christmas night, you both thoroughly enjoy your presents, wrapped up in each other's arms, with the silver and blue of your necklace bunched together at the base of your throat, and the silver and black of his ring on his finger, glinting in the bright moonlight.

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!!!!!!

Y'all, I'm giddy

I got MY FIRST FANART!!!

MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ME!!!!

This is Tomura from my ShigaDabi fic on ao3, Pretty (Like Nothing Else). It's drawn by Smaelstrom on ao3, they're my fave person rn 🥰🥰

He's so pretty

His eyes are so soft

I love him sm☹💕

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Summary: Mistletoe shenanigans

Pairing: Dabi/Gen Reader

Content Warning: Fluff, Kissing, Light Crack(?), SFW

Word Count: 1k

Disclaimer: Character belongs to Kohei Horikoshi

A/N: This is the 11th part of 12 fics for a 12 Days of Christmas event. Enjoy and Happy Holidays!

Prompt: Under the Mistletoe

My Masterlist

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It's Christmas Eve, and the League decides to celebrate.

A small thing really, it's just them after all. Kurogiri and Compress are on drinks, Spinner and Dabi on snacks, Toga, Magne and Twice on cleaning and decorations, and Shigaraki is sulking and pretending he doesn't want any part of it all, while you set up the Christmas tree you managed to get.

After hours of decorating and setting up the bar with a variety of drinks and snacks, it's all ready. You pop one of the large candy canes in your mouth, suckling on the end of it to try to make it into a sharp, festive weapon as you add the last few candies to the tree.

The air is warm and cozy for a villain base, but it's to be expected with this bunch. You feel a familiar waft of heat behind you, and you glance over your shoulder to see Dabi there, as expected. Your heartrate increases, but you ignore it.

"Is all of this really necessary?" He drawls, hands stuffed into his pockets. You thought Shigaraki was the only Grinch, but it seems he has company.

You stand up to face him, popping the candy cane out of your mouth to point the slowly sharpening end at him. "Yes, because it's Christmas, and some of us happen to like joy."

He holds his hands up in surrender, muttering, "Noted.", and you roll your eyes, popping the cane back into your mouth, the curved end dangling out.

You see him eye the candy in your mouth, so you offer a new one from the bowl. He shakes his head, but by the glint in his eyes, you know he's up to something.

You're proven right when he steps into your space and grabs you chin between his fingers, tilting your head up, and you freeze in confused shock as he brings his face close to yours.

Something in your brain glitches when his gaze locks onto yours as he takes the other end of your candy cane between his teeth, snapping a piece off.

You're frozen to the spot even as he releases you and pulls back, only coming to when he hums lowly. "Sweet.", he says, smirking cheekily at your dumbfounded expression before sauntering away.

Your heart is racing and you're warm all over.

That was just unfair.

He's hot, you know, but boy is he annoying sometimes. You don't know what you want to do more, kiss him or smack him.

Huffing, you go back to decorating, trying to will your mind to stop replaying the moment over and over again, and pretending that you didn't wish for more.

You don't see the way his eyes linger on you, on your lips around the candy, from across the room.

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Who put Toga on decorating duty? How could you forget, that the one thing that is a constant with her, is the concept of love, and that she would use any opportunity to enforce it?

How did you not see when she snuck the frankly concerningly large bundle of mistletoe into the bar, much less onto the roof?

When the fuck did she get up there to do it??

It's a healthy green, tied off with a pretty red bow, and you're standing directly under it.

You didn't mean to, because you didn't even know it was there until it was too late, with you only knowing because of the high pitched squeal Toga let out, because apparently, she's been watching it like a Hawk to catch her first victim.

And that victim is you.

"Well, Merry Christmas to me.", comes the familiar smokey voice of Dabi, and you feel yourself flush, but unable to drag your eyes away from the bush that might just solve the problem of your pining.

'Will he kiss me this time?' You think to yourself, hoping against hope that that is the case.

When he comes close enough for you to feel his warmth, you manage to drag your gaze to him.

Azure eyes are soft on you, with a simmering heat behind them, shining so pretty and so bright in the surrounding Christmas lights.

Hoots and hollers ring throughout the bar, mostly from Toga, Twice and Magne, the menaces. "WELL?! KISS! IT'S TRADITION!!" came Toga's excited screech.

Smirking lazily, teasingly, he calls over his shoulder, “You don’t have to kiss someone just because of tradition.”

You feel your heart thunder in your chest, but you relax your posture, fold your arms over your chest, mustering all your confidence and say, eyebrow raised, “So you don’t want to?”

He huffs a laugh, stepping under the mistletoe with you. "Well I never said that."

Finally deciding that there are much better ways to occupy your mouths, he grabs your waist, pulling you to him, and kisses you.

He tastes of smoke and peppermint, and you fall a little more in love with him as you melt into his touch, bringing your hands up to cup his scarred cheeks.

A round of wolf whistles and cheers sound out around the room, and you pull away from the kiss to hide your face in his chest in embarrassment,  having completely forgotten that you have an audience. You hear him chuckle lowly in your ear, the ass.

"Aww, I'm so happy for them" Twice says, sighing happily, before switching, "Hey, so you're actually going to enjoy Christmas this year instead of being a Grinch?"

Dabi barks out a laugh, hugging you tightly. "Definitely.", he replies, and you smile a sappy little thing, tilting your face up again.

He looks down at you, soft and adoring,  and leans back in to kiss you. Smiling into the kiss, he whispers against your lips, "Merry Christmas, Dolly."

Surrounded by your friends, your family, with the man you love in your arms, it's a very Merry Christmas indeed.

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Now who told me to volunteer to bake all the mf cakes for Christmas AGAIN 😭😭

There are six(6) cakes in the oven rn, it's past 3am and I'm sitting here waiting for them to finish baking 🥹🫠

My feet hurt 🤩

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[NSFW] ‼ 18+ >MDNI<

Summary: The winter is cold and your boyfriend is very warm

Pairing: Dabi/Fem Reader

Content Warning: Smut, Fluff, Love making basically

Word Count: 1.6k

Disclaimer: Character belongs to Kohei Horikoshi

A/N: This is the 10th part of 12 fics for a 12 Days of Christmas event. Enjoy and Happy Holidays!

Prompt: Huddling for warmth

My Masterlist

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Winter is in full swing, with snowfall and icy air and you're so, so cold.

The power is out, your heater is busted, the backup generator is too, and you're struggling to light the fireplace with no success.

You've lit candles around the room for light, including a cinnamon scented one, casting a gentle glow and sweet cinnamon scent throughout the room, and gathered all the blankets you can find, trying to get some semblance of warmth, and it's just not enough.

At least you have a walking furnace for a boyfriend to come to your rescue.

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You

my love, I am dying😔🥀

the power's out, my heater's busted and the fireplace isn't cooperating ☹

it's freezing outside and it is now becoming an inside problem🤩

plz come share your warmth 🙏💕

Bacon Bits💙

I knew you only wanted me bc I'm hot🙄

I'll be there 👍

You

my hero! 😻🙌💋

the door's unlocked 😽

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You can't help but giggle at the irony every time you call him, a villain, your hero, but that's what he is to you, so he just has to put up with it.

He finds you on the floor, in front of the fireplace, bundled and cocooned in blankets after trying to make a blanket fort and giving up halfway.

You collected and dragged all of the pillows and blankets around your apartment, including the ones on your bed, to make it, but the cold got to you.

He huffs a laugh at your grumpy pout, but strides over to press a kiss to it nonetheless. You try to pull him down to cuddle immediately, but he resists.  "Lemme start the fire first and I'll come warm you up, okay baby?"

You pout some more, but nod through your pile and he moves to light it. One stream of fire from his fingertips later, the fireplace is lit, instantly bathing the room in orange light and already starting to warm the air.

"Thank you, Tou." You wiggle in your blanket cocoon, braving the chilly air to open your arms for him. He reaches for you with a soft smile, gathering you up in his arms, surrounding you in his warmth, and presses a kiss to your forehead.

"You don't gotta thank me for that, doll.", he murmurs, brushing his nose against your cold cheek, placing a gentle kiss to the soft skin there.

You melt into him, turning your face up to peck his lips. "I love you.", you murmur against him, and you feel him grin, before capturing your lips in a slow, languid kiss.

It's gentle and loving, with small nips and licks, gradually turning hotter and deeper as he cradles your face in a large, warm hand, holding you to him as he licks into your mouth.

You lean into his touch, panting softly as his mismatched lips trail down your jaw to your throat, pressing hot, open mouthed kisses along the way. He gently guides you to lay on your back, blankets pooling under you, tangling his legs with yours beneath the blankets.

You kiss and caress each other for a long while, just enjoying the feel of each other, but eventually your petting gets heavier, your touches hotter.

Icy fingertips trail up his spine as he snakes a hand up under your sweater to cup and knead your bare breast, he kisses his way down the length of your body. He pulls the sweater over your chest, exposing them and immediately latching his hot mouth onto a pebbled nipple, while his fingers pinch and roll the other between them.

You arch into his touch, moaning lowly as your hips jerk up to meet his, and he grinds his bulge down against you.

Pulling away from your chest, he considers leaving on your sweater because of the temperature, but decides against it, wanting to feel your skin against his. He'll keep you plenty warm.

He slowly strips you, mouthing at wherever he exposes your skin, sucking marks wherever he can, ridding himself of his own clothes along the way, until you're both a naked tangle of limbs.

His mouth is hot on your inner thighs where he kisses and sucks at the sensitive flesh, and as much as what he seems to be planning would be nice, you just want him close.

So you shake you head, carding your fingers through his snowy hair, and murmur, "Come up here. I want you to hold me."

His eyes glow like jewels in the light when he looks up at you, and he goes easily when you cup his scarred cheeks, guiding him up into a deep kiss.

Heated hands roam and caress your body, gentle and reverent as you press your bodies together and just bask in each other's touch.

His fingers create a trail of fire in their wake as they drag up your thighs, to slip between your wet folds. Your breath hitches at the touch, gasping into his mouth when a finger enters you.

It moves slowly, gently opening you up, and another soon follows. He pumps and scissors them within you, slowly stretching you out for him as he peppers kisses along your jaw and throat, eventually adding a third finger, all while drawing out sweet moans from you. You claw at his shoulders, whining in impatience. "Inside, hurry, please, inside."

He moves to nose at your cheek, smiling as he murmurs, "Hold on, baby. I need to make sure you're ready f'me.",  and he curls his fingers within you, up against your sweet spot.

You moan breathily, rolling your hips and grinding down on the thick digits.

"I'm ready, I'm ready, please." You pant, and he chuckles lowly at how sweet and needy you are, pulling out his fingers and making sure you see him suck them clean, before lining his hips up with yours.

You immediately wrap your legs around his waist, tugging him closer and causing his cock to slide through your slick folds. You both moan at the feeling, and he leans down to capture your lips with his; one forearm rests on the floor beside your head, supporting his weight, and the other hand holds your waist as he grinds against you.

You let out a keen at the pressure, your hips bucking up. 

"Please.", you whine, and you feel him twitch against you before he nods. He presses open mouthed kisses to your neck as he releases the grip on your waist to guide his cock to your hole, leaning back to gaze into your eyes as he slowly eases in, taking in your blissed-out expression and sweet, whimpering moan at the delicious stretch.

“Fuck,” he groans, kissing his way from your cheek to your ear, moaning softly into your ear before running his tongue up the shell of it.

He lets you adjust, gently rolling his hips, before slowly pulling back out and pressing back in.

You pant and gasp hot puffs of air  between you, your breaths mingling as he rests his forehead against yours, pretty blue eyes locked onto yours, rolling his hips gently, fucking you slowly, tenderly, lovingly, with deep, rocking motions, not even an inch separating skin from skin.

A scarred hand cups your cheek gently and draws you into a languid, filthy kiss as he makes love to you, tangled in blankets and each other in front of the crackling fireplace, the light making his staples glint like flecks of embers and your skin glow like the sun.

He peppers kisses to your cheek, your eyes, your forehead, your nose, your chin, pressing praise and adoration into your skin every time, before eventually whispering against your throat, "Fuck, I love you." The raw intensity and passion of his words burn into your skin, like a prayer, like a promise, as he holds you close.

Tears trickle down your cheeks, emotions and pleasure overwhelming you, and your breath hitches as you hold onto him with the same fierceness.

"I love you too.", your voice is wobbly and broken, and you gasp as his lips trail along your jaw, "So, so much, Touya."

"Say it again." He murmurs, demands, pleads.

"I love you." You choke out through your tears, both arms wrapped around him, nails dragging down his back as you cling onto him.

"Again." He presses a kiss to your tear stained cheek, his hand moving down to press a thumb to your clit, rubbing it in slow, firm circles, and you can feel your tummy tightening, the familiar heat settling in.

"I love you, Touya." You moan, your toes curling as your orgasm washing over you in a tidal wave, your walls tightening and fluttering around him, milking his cock, and he's dragged along with you, cumming hard and deep within you, his hot cum painting your walls white and warming you from the inside out; and he kisses you through your orgasms, deep and moaning.

Soaking in the afterglow, you smile between soft pecks to each others lips, cheeks and jaws.

As you come down from your highs, still inside you, Touya rests your sweaty foreheads together and grins cheekily. "Are you warm now, baby?" he asks teasingly.

You huff out a laugh, draping your arms over his shoulders in a semi hug and close your eyes, smiling contentedly. "Very."

And you are, warm in every way that counts.

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A Thawing Heart

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Summary: A snowstorm hits and you meet someone unexpected

Pairing: Dabi/Gen Reader

Content Warning: Pre Relationship, SickFic (kinda), Hurt/Comfort, Injuries, Mentions of blood, Implied Murder (off screen, not reader), SFW

Word Count: 1.6k

Disclaimer: Character belongs to Kohei Horikoshi

A/N: This is the 9th part of 12 fics for a 12 Days of Christmas event. Enjoy and Happy Holidays!

Prompt: Stuck in a snowstorm

My Masterlist

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Harsh winds whip through the trees of the forest, the falling snow and rain thick enough to blot out your surroundings.

Multiple layers of warm clothing are rendered useless as the wet mix is mercilessly soaked into gaps in the fabric, leaching away whatever heat you had.

You just wanted to go on a nice stroll in the scenic wintry woods, but then the weather took a turn, so you're on your way back to your cabin.

Just wanting a holiday getaway from everything and everyone, you decided a little trip to your dad's old cabin in the snowy mountains of Hokkaido was the perfect place to do so.

You'd gotten there the day before, and all packed and settled in, you wanted to go exploring a bit. It was beautiful and peaceful, and the weather seemed nice enough at the time, only very lightly snowing.

That was a while ago. You'd stuck to the path precisely, and when the winds picked up, the air getting colder than it had any right being, you spun right around to head back to the cabin.

On the way back, it started snowing heavier, and then came the rain.

Eventually, you manage to break through the treeline, with the cabin in sight.

And between you and said cabin, is a dark lump on the snowy ground, slowly but surely being covered in snow.

Creeping closer, you notice it's a person,and they're bleeding, and you speed up your steps.

As you reach them, you see familiar eyes the most gorgeous shade of blue you've ever seen peering up at you, before they roll back in his head.

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Dabi.

You're dragging Dabi, one of the most wanted villains in the country, back to your cabin.

But really, what else are you supposed to do? He's injured right in front of you, and it's not like you can call for help.

You don't listen to the annoying voice in your head inquiring if it's just because of the faulty reception and not because you don't want him to get caught.

Because to you, he's your hero.

You doubt he'd remember you, roasting your would-be attacker to a crisp in an alley all those months ago after happening upon it. You don't like to dwell too much on what might've happened if he never stepped in, but the fact that he did, means the world to you.

So if you can help him in return, you will.

Not to mention that you've seen the video. The video of his past, of how he came to be, and you can't help but sympathize.

So you bring him into the warmth of your temporary little home to patch him up and help him however you can.

*****

Somehow, you manage to get him inside, taking off his jacket before settling him on the couch and lighting the fireplace. You quickly strip off your icy, wet clothes and change into something warmer.

Now behind closed doors, the difference is stark. Where it was once freezing, it's now just a bit chilly, with the air slowly warming up; where the air was previously occupied with howling, icy winds, it's now filled with the sound of the crackling of fire.

The room is dimly lit from the flames, casting deep shadows and patches of dancing orange light around the room, the few lightbulbs dull, not really adding any more light, but you get to work with what you have.

With the room slowly warming, you strip him out of his wet clothes, starting with his boots and pants, taking care to not jostle his wounds, and you throw a blanket over his legs. He's bleeding from his shoulder, so you have no choice but to cut him out of his shirt.

As more of his chest is exposed to the air, goosebumps appear along his skin. The fibers stick and pull at the wound, and you try to be gentle, but from the pinched expression on his face, he's beginning to wake up.

You're proven right when, just as you get the last of the fabric off, cerulean eyes just as icy as the outside world snap open, glaring at you as a heated hand grabs your wrist tightly. Or as tightly as he can in this state. He's rather pale.

"Who the fuck are you?" Dabi's voice is rough, guarded.

Somewhere in the back of your mind, you know you should technically be afraid, but all you could focus on is that his eyes are on you.

But also, his grip is starting to get uncomfortable from the heat.

"The owner of the cabin you were bleeding out in front of." you say calmly, tugging your wrist free. "I'm trying to help you."

That gives him pause.

"Why? I could burn you to a crisp," he says, rightfully suspicious in his position, to be honest.

"Well, yeah," you admit. "But then I can't patch you up, hm?"

He looks at you skeptically, "You didn't answer me. Why are you helping me? I'm sure you know who I am."

You sigh, telegraphing your movements as you reach for the first aid kit at your side. "You helped me once. Saved me really. I'm returning the favour to my hero."

He's taken aback at your words, at your soft smile and the gentle look in your eyes as you look at him.

A myriad of emotions flash over his features, before settling on a scowl. "I'm no hero."

You can't help the snort of laughter that escapes you. "I know very well that you're not a hero, Dabi. It was a hero, a sidekick, that you saved me from." Then, gentler, "You're not a hero, you're my hero, and that's all to it."

He seems at a loss for what to say, so you move along. "I'm gonna clean you up, okay?", you say, gesturing toward the wound on his shoulder. After all of the fabric was removed, pulling away whatever scabs that were forming, it started bleeding again, albeit sluggishly, and it needs patching up.

He's snaps out of it at that, nodding stiffly as he looks away.

Smiling softly, you grab the roll of gauze and get to work.

You work in a comfortable silence for a while, before your curiosity gets the better of you.

"Can I ask what happened?" You ask softly, not wanting to disturb the fragile peacefulness, but feeling the need to ask anyway.

He doesn't say anything for a while, to the point that you think he's not going to answer, before you hear him sigh heavily and mutter, "Recruitment went wrong. Guy had an ice quirk and managed to stab me with an icicle before I torched him."

He's watching you closely, watching your reaction, but you just hum, continuing to gently wrap and tape down the wound.

"You got nothin' to say about the guy I killed?" His voice is mostly taunting, but you can hear the underlying curiosity and disbelief lacing it.

"I'm sure you had your reasons, and again, I know you're a villain. Stop trying to scare me." You roll your eyes, putting away the leftover supplies.

He looks at you incredulously, but you ignore it, standing up. "Stay here, try not to jostle your shoulder. I'll be right back.", you say, not waiting to hear a reply before leaving.

He's left staring at your retreating form, perplexed and slightly concerned if he's being honest. Because that can't be it, right? That's it? He thinks he vaguely remembers you; you do seem kind of familiar, but really? Him, your hero? He knows the system is fucked, but this is a whole new level, where someone has to consider a villain their hero.

Shaking his head lightly, he's pulled out of his musings when you return, a glass of water in hand. "Here, take this. Pain meds." You hold them out to him.

He eyes it skeptically, slowly taking them from your hands and you have to sigh. "Seriously? I just used most of my supplies to patch you up and you think I'd try to poison you now?"

You understand his paranoia and caution, what with how he lives and what he does, but come on.

He rolls his eyes and shrugs, muttering, "You never know.",  and downs the pills.

Satisfied he's complying, you finish cleaning up.

And then he says something stupid.

"Well thanks, but I gotta go." He mutters, grunting as he tries to prop himself up to stand.

You hurriedly but gently push him back to lie down.

"Absolutely not, you need to rest. Besides, go where? How?" You scold, exasperated. "The storm is still going strong, so there's shitty reception, and even if that weren't the case, your phone's busted."

He scowls, grumbling but complying, lying back and letting you pull the warm blanket back over him.

"I'm gonna make some hot cocoa for us, okay? Just rest for now. Please?" He goes to retort, complain really, but the words get stuck in his throat. You're looking at him so earnestly, so concerned and tender.

He doesn't remember anyone ever really looking at him like that, not for a long time.

And it's possibly the worst time to realize that you're fucking pretty. Beautiful really, in a way that makes his scars itch with the flare of heat beneath them.

He swallows thickly, turning his head away to look at anything other than your pretty, pretty eyes staring at him.

You sigh, standing back up to go make some hot cocoa.

Something tells you that Dabi could really use it right now.

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Summary: Dabi wraps your Christmas gift

Pairing: Dabi/Gen Reader

Content Warning: Fluff, Light Angst, SFW

Word Count: 200

Disclaimer: Character belongs to Kohei Horikoshi

A/N: This is the 8th part of 12 fics for a 12 Days of Christmas event. Enjoy and Happy Holidays!

Prompt: Gift Wrapping

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Dabi hadn't given a thought to celebrating Christmas in years.

Yet here he sits, wrapping a Christmas present.

The last time he'd celebrated, he was still alive, still loved, still Touya.

He didn't think he'd ever really celebrate it again, not in any way that counts.

And then he met you.

You who lights up his life like the fire that burns at his fingertips, hot and bright, overwhelmingly warm and so very strong. Strong in mind, strong in heart, strong in life.

You who lights up his life like the soft glow of Christmas lights, of the candlelight, of the north star. Comforting, inspiring, peaceful.

You who crash landed into his life and made yourself at home in his heart and mind and soul.

And how could he even fathom not celebrating Christmas, the day of giving, with the greatest gift he's ever received?

So he sits, trying to meticulously wrap the gift he'd gotten you, hoping it to be enough to show even a fraction of the monumental love and adoration he holds for you.

Because if he could wrap up his heart, his very soul, and gift it to you, he would.

But, well, this will have to do for now.

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Staying In

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Summary: You get sick and Dabi takes care of you

Pairing: Dabi/Gen Reader

Content Warning: SFW, Fluff, SickFic, Soft Dabi

Word Count: 1k

Disclaimer: Character belongs to Kohei Horikoshi

A/N: This is the 7th part of 12 fics for a 12 Days of Christmas event. Enjoy and Happy Holidays!

Prompt: Staying In

My Masterlist

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You wake up warm, almost uncomfortably so, and slightly delirious.

The heat would be normal, what with your furnace of a boyfriend wrapped around you like a koala, if it wasn't the beginning of winter.

And because it's the beginning of winter, you got caught in the first snowfall last night on the way home from work.

And now your nose is stuffy, your skin is clammy and you feel cold enough to be shivering yet hot enough to be sweating.

You can't control the loud, full-body sneeze that escapes you, waking up Dabi in the process.

He looks down at you blearily, patting your head sleepily, and you must look truly miserable because instead of a complaint at the knee to the stomach you know he recieved, he presses a kiss to your forehead.

"Morning baby," he murmurs against your sweaty forehead. His voice is deep and raspy from sleep, and you melt that bit more into him as you usually do when you hear it.

"Morning." You croak out. Your throat is sore and feels like you swallowed sandpaper, and because of the sneeze, your head is now pounding and your limbs ache.

Burying your face in your pillow, you groan miserably at the pain, which wakes him fully.

You feel a warm hand guide you back and press to your forehead, then your neck. "Shit baby, you're burning up.", you can hear the concern in his voice, and it's very sweet, but all you can focus on is the uncomfortable heat seeping into your skin from his touch that you usually can't get enough of.

Squirming away, you force yourself up. "'M fine, I'll just take some meds. I gotta get to work." It comes out nasally, your voice somehow already worse, and your vision spins, but you sit up anyway.

Every movement hurts, and your eye is twitching from the headache, but you still try.

Key word, try, because Dabi almost immediately grabs you and pulls you back to lie down.

"Dumbass, you're not going anywhere in that state." He rolls his eyes as he gets up.

"But—" you begin to protest, struggling to sit up again, but he cuts you off, his pointer finger pushing you back down by the forehead.

"But nothing. You're sick. You can barely stand. You're staying home. Now be a good little patient and stay here while I get you some meds and something to eat, okay?" He barely waits for a response before he's already leaving.

You sigh, giving up, because you know he's right, and you feel really shitty. You won't be any good to do anything.

Gathering whatever little strength you have, you mentally prepare yourself for having to call in sick because your boss is a little bitch and you know it.

After a far too long call in your opinion, and hearing the horrible, croaky state of your voice, she reluctantly grants you the day off.

By the time Dabi comes back in with a glass of water and some meds, your headache has gotten worse from the light of your phone and her grating, nagging voice, and now you're extra irritated.

Downing them, you thank him. He rubs your cheek and you lean into the touch; the warmth now actually feeling nice on your clammy skin. Being sick is so fucking weird."Anything else, Dolly? You want some soup?" his voice is soft as he speaks, a small consideration for your headache, and you smile up at him. "I love you."

He laughs softly, pressing a kiss to your cheek. "I'll take that as a yes. I love you too, baby."

Tucking you back in, he murmurs, "Get some more rest. I'll wake you when it's done." You go easily, drifting back to sleep.

*****

When you wake up again, it's to the muted scent of mouthwatering chicken noodle soup.

The worst of the pain has dulled thanks to the meds, but you still feel sore all over.

Dabi momentarily rests the tray on the nightstand to help you sit up, stacking the pillows behind your back for support, before giving you the tray of soup and a glass of orange juice.

Taking a spoonful, the soup is heavenly to your ailing body and tastebuds, warming you from the inside out.

"Mm, where'd you order it from?", you ask, shoving another spoonful into your mouth.

His brows furrow, head tilting to the side in that adorable way that reminds you of a cat. "I made it." He replies, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

You pause mid eating.

“You...made it for me?” you're a bit perplexed, because to your knowledge, he can't cook for shit, and this is downright divine.

It's not what you would expect from the villain, especially with the way he lived up until recently, but from the way the so called "heartless, monster of a villain" people think of him as, loves you so effortlessly, so perfectly, you really should've known to expect the unexpected from him.

Dabi just scoffs, shooting you a pointed look. “Takeout soup is crap. This’ll actually help.” then, quieter, he says, "It's my mom's recipe."

Your eyes soften, setting the spoon into the half eaten soup and placing your hand over his on the bed. "It's delicious, thank you."

He looks away, a familiar faint dusting of pretty pink on the healthy skin of his cheeks, nodding jerkily.

You smile gently, going back to finish the soup.

You might be sick with something nasty, might not be able to get kisses from your loving boyfriend to avoid passing it on, might be losing out on some money, but you're happy.

It's cold outside, only going to get colder as the days go by, but you're warm in all the ways that matter, inside and out, because you're with the love of your life, loved and cared for, and so very cozy.

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Holiday Party & Family

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Summary: Dabi's first Christmas party since he was Touya

Pairing: Dabi/Gen Reader (it's more implied...)

Content Warning: Angst, Fluff, SFW

Word Count: 650

Disclaimer: Character belongs to Kohei Horikoshi

A/N: This is the 6th part of 12 fics for a 12 Days of Christmas event. Enjoy and Happy Holidays!

Prompt: Holiday Parties

My Masterlist

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The sounds of laughter and Jingle Bells playing from the radio fills the bar, with the scents of gingerbread cookies and eggnog wafting through the air.

Toga decided that, as a new family, having a Christmas party was a must. Twice was immediately on board, which trickled down the line, and Shigaraki surprisingly agreed to it,

Dabi vaguely remembers the last time he actually celebrated Christmas as a "family".

It was when Shoto wasn't born yet, when Touya was still loved, still valued.

Fuyumi and Natsuo followed him around like ducklings, waking up Enji and a heavily pregnant Rei, due in a few weeks, early Christmas morning with excitement and laughter.

It was snowing gently outside, dusting the trees and streets white, but the cold winter air was kept out. The house was warm; toasty and cozy and distinctly home.

He ran down to see the pile of colourful presents under the Christmas tree, lights and ornaments decorating its branches.

He doesn't remember what he got that year; maybe a bike, maybe another toy. All he remembers is the joy, and the realization the very next year that that was the last of it.

So you can understand his apprehension of having a Christmas party with his so called "new family".

But then, Toga was so happy, and he was reminded of Fuyumi's genuinely happy, smiling face that he doesn't quite remember because it's been so long, and he refuses to be a part of the reason for the possibility of hers fading too.

So he sucked it up, and endured. He didn't participate in the preparations, he couldn't bring himself to, but he didn't try to prevent it, so that has to count for something.

Someone strung colored lights along the walls and window sills, a wreath on each door and there's somehow a decorated Christmas tree in the corner of the room. He doesn't know how or where they got all of this, but he doesn't question it.

At some point Toga demands that everyone is to be in a Christmas costume of their choosing, and there are of course some protests, but they're quicky dismissed.

So Dabi is now wearing a long Santa coat to replace his usual edgy coat, open over his usual clothes, because he's decided that he's hilarious.

Toga is dressed as an adorable elf, Twice is in a full snowman costume, Spinner has on a normal Santa hat and a curly, white Santa beard, courtesy of Toga, Compress is in a concerningly detailed nutcracker costume, Magne is just in a snowflake patterned sweater, with a headband with antlers that light up, Shigaraki's hilariously wearing a bright green grinch tshirt along with a matching green Santa hat, Kurogiri decided on a simple red Santa hat, and you're dressed in a little reindeer costume and antlers.

And in the midst of laughing at something stupid Twice said, Dabi is suddenly hit with the cemented realization that these people in the room might actually care about him. Support and value him as not only his quirk, as a weapon, but as a friend.

As family.

The League is accepting in a way no other space has been for him, for all of them. Regardless of what they've done, or how they’d lived before joining, they were all valued and appreciated, even if they don't say and admit it out loud; even if he won't.

Their pasts don’t matter, because it's the present that counts in the long run, but he could imagine that they each have at least one bad Christmas memory of their own.

And yet, somehow, they found enough joy with each other, with him, to even consider enjoying Christmas.

But, he thinks, now isn't the time to dwell on the implications and depth of it all.

For now, he'll just enjoy Christmas for the first time in a long while, with his newfound family.

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Naughty Santa

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[NSFW] ‼ 18+ >MDNI<

Summary: Elf Helper Reader sits in Mall Santa Touya's lap

Pairing: Pro Hero Dabi/Fem Reader

Content Warning: Smut, Public Sex, Crack, Horrible Christmas puns (you're a menace), Light Spanking(??it's like a single smack), Riding, Exhibition, Almost Caught, Praise Kink, Semi Clothed Sex, Mall Santa Dabi

Word Count: 2k

Disclaimer: Character belongs to Kohei Horikoshi

A/N: This is the 5th part of 12 fics for a 12 Days of Christmas event. Enjoy and Happy Holidays!

Don't be scared to be a lil naughty this year🤭

Prompt: Sitting on Santa's lap

My Masterlist

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Touya was somehow convinced ̶b̶u̶l̶l̶i̶e̶d̶ ̶ into being Santa Claus at the mall this year.

It's for a charity event the agency hosts every year, with the heroes and sidekicks playing Santa and his elves for the hoards of germ-riddled, snot-nosed, whiny brats.

Now normally, with it being his agency, Endeavor himself is supposed to be the one playing Santa again, as he'd done the previous years.

But last year, the flaming trash's temper flared at one point, causing his stupid flame beard to appear, burning away the fake Santa beard and promptly traumatizing most of the kids who witnessed it, which then dropped the agency's ranking.

So this year, needing a new Santa, it was decided that Touya, as his eldest and the next in line to inherit the agency, is to suffer as Santa.

The suit is stuffy and uncomfortable, the beard is a horror on his skin, and the children are loud, obnoxious and annoying, as children usually are.

He wants to go home.

His only saving grace, is you, dressed in that adorable little elf costume that has no business looking that sexy.

A little red and green dress that he's pretty sure is a size too small as it just barely covers your ass, stopping at mid thigh, with thigh high, red and white striped stockings leaving a thin sliver of skin, green and white shoes and hat, and fake elf ears.

That outfit can't be kid friendly.

Looking at the other sidekicks dressed as elves too, in relatively the same thing, he decides it's just him. The others look normal.

At least he has something to look at to keep him sane. 

And that's exactly what he does right now as you greet the first swarm of gremlins into Santa's Wonderland.

Whatever arousal he'd gained watching you was instantly gone at the grating sound of the high octave of children screaming and clapping.

It's gonna be a long day.

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"And we're done!” you chirp, bounding over as the last of the kids, a little girl, skips away, waving at everyone. Many sticky, screaming children later, Touya is finally free.

Seeing the drained look on his face, you smile softly at him. “I’m gonna help clean up if you wanna just rest a bit, okay?”

He hums tiredly in response and you press a quick kiss to his cheek before leaving. 

The chair he's been stuck in is soft and he's exhausted, so he just unbuckles the black belt, unzips the front of the Santa jacket and pulls off his white gloves, resting his head on his fist and letting his eyes slip shut. A small nap won't hurt.

*****

He wakes up to a weight on his lap and automatically complains. “I’m done being Santa!” he groans, damn near whining, stubbornly keeping his eyes closed.

“But Santa,” you coo, gliding your hand up his chest, over the white vest he wore under the costume, feeling the lines of hard muscle beneath the fabric. Pulling the fake beard down under his chin, you press a kiss to his lips and murmur against him, “What about what I want for Christmas?” 

Well that certainly got his attention. 

His eyes snap open to look at you, feeling your cheeky smile against his lips. Straddling his lap, hands balanced on his shoulders, you hum happily when he pulls you in closer by your waist and deepens the kiss, biting down softly on your bottom lip. 

You let your lips fall open and Touya slips his tongue into your mouth as you wrap your arms around his neck. He can feel himself grow harder and kisses you deeper, heated hands falling to trail up your thighs, under your dress, to your ass, squeezing and kneading the flesh there, before pulling away, leaning back and dropping both of his hands to your thighs to pull you down onto his bulge, groaning.

“Someone's gonna see us, Dolly,” he murmurs, eyes lidded and hot on you.

You pull the beard fully off, throwing it to the side somewhere, and drag him back in by the nape of his neck, muttering against his lips, “Everyone left. There’s only the cleaners at the back of the mall. I checked”

“Hmm, so? What do you want, baby?” he asks amusedly, voice husky and low.

You trail your lips up his jaw to his ear, whispering, “Fuck me, Santa,” your breath tickling his skin. "And keep the hat on."

He breathes out a moaning curse, muttering "Weirdo.", while squeezing your waist and holding you in place as he thrusts his hips up against you, groaning at the friction.

You moan softly at the feeling, and your lips twitch with the need to grin as you get a horrible idea and decide to say it anyway.

"You wanna go up my chimney?" You giggle, laughing even harder at the face he makes. "Gonna empty your sack in me, Santa?"

“Please, not the puns,” he groans, nipping at your bottom lip. 

"Let me jingle your bells?” you whisper, smiling cheekily against his lips. He rolls his eyes, surging in to capture your lips in a kiss to shut you up.

He won't admit outloud how adorable you are right now; sitting pretty in his lap in your little elf costume, muttering horrible Christmas puns in between giggles, but he might as well play along. 

He trails his lips down your neck, pressing kisses to your throat and dragging his tongue up and over your jaw, murmuring, "Mm, you been a good girl this year?", as he grinds up against you.

You shudder, biting your lip to try to stifle a breathy moan, as you automatically tilt your head back to give him more room to your neck. "Mm, no Santa. I've been naughty."

He can't believe he's doing this. The Christmas lights are still lit for fuck's sake, though the mall had turned the main lights out. The music is still playing yet here he is, defiling the Santa chair.

As he peppers your skin in little nips and marks, he hums, murmuring, "Naughty girls don't deserve presents."

You grind down against him, raking your nails down his chest. "I can be a good girl for you, Santa."

Sucking a mark just below your ear, he purrs, "I'll have to punish you if you can't, hm?", as he pulls down the zipper of your dress, before pulling it up and off of you, leaving you in just your underwear, the shorts that kept you modest and the thigh highs.

“Can I get on the nice list if I make Santa feel good?” you ask, batting your lashes up at him while rolling your hips.

Laughing lowly, he rips the shorts off, a little fire aiding the process, nipping at your bottom lip when you giggle, and muttering, "Depends." as he drops the tatters of the shorts to the floor near the dress. "On what?", you ask breathlessly as he unhooks your bra and discards that too. You arch into his hold when he grasps a handful of your tits, kneading the soft flesh.

"On how well you take me." He grins, pinching and playing with your nipple, pulling you back down for another searing kiss, shoving his tongue into your mouth at the first gasp.

One hand remains playing with your chest as the other squeezes your ass slightly, then slides in between the both of you to palm his erection before moving and shifting you to sit up on your knees while he pulls his pants halfway down his thighs, freeing his straining erection. 

He thrusts his unclothed cock up against you, making you moan into his mouth and grind down your clothed cunt against him, the soaked panties gliding over him.

You're so wet he could probably just slide right into you.

When he maneuvers you to sit up again, you let out a little whine at the loss of friction that’s cut off by a choked moan when he pulls your panties to the side and eases two thick fingers into you.

"Greedy little elf,” he teases, curling his fingers inside you, feeling how easy you take him, opening up so well for him. 

He thrusts once, twice, scissoring them, then pulls them out, immediately lining up the thick head of his dick to your hole, dragging it through your wet folds.

It's all the warning you get before he pushes in, groaning as he pulls you down onto his fat cock, slowly but all at once bottoming out. 

Throwing your head back, you moan long and low as you dig your nails into the velvet material covering his shoulders.

He runs his hands up your sides, letting you adjust to the stretch, pushing you up and back so you're on display for him, in nothing but your elf hat, thigh highs and panties. He grips your ass, lifting you up before dropping you back down onto his lap, your cunt sucking in his dick. You moan, gripping his Santa jacket to stabilize yourself. 

“Ride me,” is all he says. But you're still shaking, still trying to adjust to the sheer size of him, so when you don’t move, the stinging slap to your ass causes you to yelp. "I said ride. Good girls do what they're told."

“I’m sorry, Santa,” you mumble out, shakily pushing yourself up on your knees. "I'll be good." You drop back down with a whine at the feeling.

“There's a good girl. Just like that,” he moans, keeping one hand on your ass while the other holds you steady by your waist.

He watches you bounce up and down on his lap, your tits bouncing with you.

He watches your head fall back as you moan like a whore as you fuck yourself silly on his cock where anyone can see if they just walk by, the filthy squelching of your sloppy pussy only barely drowned out by your moans, the jingling bells of your elf hat and the Christmas carols playing in the background.

His other hand slides down, grasping your other asscheek and kneads them both, before he spreads you.

With his feet planted on the floor and the firm grip on your ass, he holds you still as he fucks up into you, hard and fast, making your moans echo through the empty mall.

The faster his pace becomes, the louder you get until the sound of someone whistling pierces through the air, making you both freeze.

Fuck.

The security guard.

How horny could you have been to forget about the fucking mall security?!

He slows his thrusts to a deep grind, with small, barely there movements that make you bite your lip to keep from moaning and getting caught by the poor, unsuspecting guard.

Touya brings a hand around your neck, turning your face towards his to capture your lips in a slow, languid kiss that works to both turn you on impossibly more and absorb some of the noises you can’t help but make with Touya stuffing you so well.

You can hear the guard’s footsteps coming closer and for some reason, their proximity only has you getting hotter. He pulls away from the kiss with a grin, nipping at your ear.

“Naughty girl,” he whispers, kneading your ass as he rocks your hips. “I can feel you clenching around me. You want to get caught, don’t you? You want this poor guard to see you being stuffed full, and wish they're the one fucking you, hm?"

“Oh fuck,” you whimper, shaking; his hot breath on your skin where he whispers filth into your ear pushing you that bit closer the edge.

The whistling moves further away, and as hot as the danger of getting caught was, you relax when it passes.

At least until you feel a warm thumb pressed to your clit, rubbing firm circles, as Touya resumes pounding up into you, and that's all it takes.

You go rigid, clenching down on him as a string of whimpered swears leave you as you cum, slick gushing out around and on him, soaking his pants.

And the vice grip of your spasming cunt drags him over the edge with you. “Fuck baby, take Santa’s present.” he moans, cheeky, laughing and breathless, as he cums deep inside you.

Heady and stuffed full, you breathe, "Thank you, Santa."

As you come down from your high, he chuckles, caresses your back, and presses a kiss to your forehead. "You're welcome, baby."

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Summary: Dabi is a victim lol

Pairing: Dabi/Gen Reader

Content Warning: Crack, Fluff, SFW

Word Count: 460

Disclaimer: Character belongs to Kohei Horikoshi

A/N: This is the 4th part of 12 fics for a 12 Days of Christmas event. Enjoy and Happy Holidays!

Prompt: Caroling

Go screech Christmas carols at someone you love to show you care this Christmas💋

My Masterlist

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It's Toga's idea.

With it being Christmas, she of course wants to spend time with her newfound family, celebrating and having fun.

But there's also the spirit of mischief almost always present when around the others, especially Dabi and Tomura.

Their reactions are always so fun.

And what she decides on this time, is caroling.

Now, being wanted criminals and all, she can't really go out caroling house to house all willy nilly. And sure, she could get some rando's blood and go have fun, but she wants to do this as herself, and with her friends.

So she settles on the next best thing.

Going door to door of the members rooms and serenading them.

And somehow, she wraps you up in her shenanigans, along with Twice, but is he really a surprise?

Wanting to go all out, she decides that costumes are necessary.

Dressed as Santa's elves, in a green shirt with a jagged hem, red tights, red, white and green striped socks and green, pointed shoes, along with a silly elf hat, you're all ready for your first victim.

Dabi.

Your boyfriend knows you're up to something, but he doesn't know what yet.

Heels together, toes pointed out, hands clasped in front of you, you and Twice stand on either side of Toga, with her in the middle and slightly more forward, and you stifle a giggle at the thought of his reaction as Toga quickly knocks on the door before getting back into position.

It's soon opened to Dabi, whose bored expression quickly morphs into confused horror as you all immediately start singing at him.

"We wish you a Merry Christmas, we wish you a Merry Christmas, we wish you a Merry Christmas, and a happy new yeeaarr."

It's loud.

It's obnoxious.

It's off key.

It's glorious.

As you all go through the whole song, you know to yourself that nails on a chalkboard might sound better, and that's what makes it all the more fun.

And it would seem that Dabi is now catatonic, because he's staring through you, eyes glazed over and dead.

It takes a good ten seconds of prominent silence after you're done singing for him to reboot.

"Why?" His tone is tired. Resigned, yet pleading for mercy.

"Why not?" Is Toga's questioning answer, with a bright, sharp grin.

Dabi looks like he's about to retort, but thinks better of it, not wanting to drag......whatever this is....out.

Smart man.

"Okay." He sighs, so very weary, and shuts the door with a thud.

Toga spins around and beams at them.

"To Shiggy!" She exclaims, pointing down the hall, before making her way to his room at the end of the hallway.

You and Twice follow behind her to her next victim.

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[NSFW] ‼ 18+ >MDNI<

Summary: You have a lot of fun decorating for Christmas

Pairing: Dabi/Fem Reader

Content Warning: Smut, Christmas Sex, Begging, Dacryphilia, Edging, Overstimulation, Creampie, Multiple Orgasms, Dom/Sub Undertones, Touya's a bit mean but we love it lol

Word Count: 1.1k

Disclaimer: Character belongs to Kohei Horikoshi

A/N: This is the 3rd part of 12 fics for a 12 Days of Christmas event. Enjoy and Happy Holidays!

My Masterlist

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"Don't drop the ornament, Dolly~" Touya taunts with a hot whisper in your ear, his front pressed up against your back. Two fingers curl inside your cunt sharply and trembles wrack through your body, his other arm wrapped around your torso and cupping your breast beneath your shirt, squeezing and kneading it while holding you in place.

"I'm trying!" You whine, grinding your hips down to chase more pleasure, only to whimper pathetically when you're denied it. In your distraction, the little plastic snowflake-shaped ornament in your grasp slips, clattering against the floor when long fingers suddenly press against your sweet spot.

He tuts and sighs, "You dropped it, sweetheart.", stilling his movements but keeping his fingers stuffed inside you.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to~" You cry, sweat sliding down your forehead and cunt clenching around the digits. "Please, please, I'm good, I've been good."

"Mm, I don't know about that. You've only managed six ornaments on the tree. You have twenty total, though I suppose nineteen now. Do you really think that's good?" He heckles, tracing shapes into your sweat-damp skin with blunt nails.

"Mmn, 'm sorry, 'm sorry, please, I wanna be good for you." You simper, legs trembling as you reach a shaky hand out to take another ornament.

"Hmm, we'll see." He hums, tone all mocking amusement as his thumb rubs firm circles into your clit, without moving his other fingers.

You whine and shake and moan, but you try your best.

It takes another half hour before you're finished hanging the ornaments, all while trying to concentrate, but not as well as you'd like.

The second ornament to slip and fall is a pretty little angel, when he scissors his fingers within you, stretching you out

The third is an adorable reindeer, falling when he abruptly curls his fingers right up against your sweet spot again, while sucking a mark into the junction between your neck and shoulder.

The fourth, you no longer care what it is, drops and bounces away when he gives a hard pinch to your nipple while simultaneously playing with your sensitive clit.

And each time, you apologize tearfully, and each time he tuts and mocks you, licking up your salty tears.

All that time, for almost an hour, he never lets you cum once. Every time he noticed you were close, he'd stop his movements or pull out, and every time, you'd cry and beg so prettily for him.

You manage to put the last ornament on the tree with trembling limbs, sighing shakily as you look at it through tear blurred vision.

He's been edging you, playing with you, for so long that you feel like you're going to shatter if you don't get to cum soon, if he doesn't fuck you soon.

He coos at your glassy eyes peering back at him, chuckling when your lips wobble. "Please?" Your voice is broken and so very sweet as you plea with him for anything, for everything, and he buries his face into your neck, sighing against you there. "Alright baby, you tried your best, I know." He presses a kiss to your flushed skin as he slips his fingers out of you, fully removing his hand from your pants, and you can't help the small whine that escapes you at the prominent emptiness.

Turning you to face him, he captures your lips in a slow languid kiss that makes your legs jelly and your pussy throb.

Your fingers tangle in his snowy hair, tugging and pulling him as close as possible, trying to melt into him, and he allows it, warm hands gripping your hips, keeping you close.

He trails kisses down your throat as he guides you down to the floor, onto the tree rug beneath the Christmas tree, laying you out like the gift you are.

And like a gift, he tears off whatever hides you from view, opening you up and admiring what he was blessed with.

He slides in slowly, seeming to want to still tease you even now, and all you could do is take whatever he decides to give. Because no matter your sweet pleas of more, harder, faster, he'd just swallow your words with a deep kiss, murmuring against your lips, "You shouldn't have dropped them, hm Dolly?"

He fucks you slow and deep under the colourful Christmas tree, trailing kisses wherever his hot mouth can reach, admiring the pretty colours of the Christmas lights dancing across your face and shining in your glossy eyes.

You cum with a sob, your sensitive walls pulsing around him, dragging him over the edge with you and he paints your insides white with a deep groan.

Chest shuddering as you try to catch your breath, you gaze up at him dazedly, before dragging him down into a flithy kiss; licking into his mouth when he allows it.

His cock barely begins to soften from his orgasm when you feel him twitch to full hardness again, grinding into you.

Gasping at the overstimulation to your sensitive cunt, you drag your nails down his back. "Touya wait—" your words are cut off with a choked moan when he pulls back, leaving just the head inside, before shoving back in with a hard thrust.

"Aww, you thought we were done baby?" He coos, licking up the tear trickling down your cheek. You look up at him with glazed eyes, lips parted on a silent moan and shaking as he rolls his hips, grinding against your sweet spot.

"You dropped four ornaments, silly girl." He murmurs, brows furrowed in fake disappointment, his hand cupping your cheek, thumb brushing your cheekbone, wiping away a stray tear. "So you need to let me see your pretty pussy cry for me four times, yeah?" His grin is sharp as he punctuates his words with a thrust, chuckling lowly at the way your expression crumbles into bliss.

The overstimulation hurts deliciously, the pain and pleasure melting into one as he picks up his pace, fucking into you hard and fast just like you begged earlier.

In the dancing, colourful lights, he looks like art. His hair and staples shine in different colours, his eyes glow, with their intensity and his smile is feral and mean and beautiful.

By the time he's done with you, your vision is just a blur of colours, with the most prominent one being the burning blue of his eyes.

Your apartment is nicely adorned with holiday decor of all kinds and colours, the tree being the last to be decorated, and you drift off to sleep right there; half under the faux tree with a dopey, fucked out smile, naked and debauched covered in sweat, slick and sticky cum.

You did hope for a white Christmas after all.

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Secret Santa

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Summary: The League has a Secret Santa event and you get Dabi. Chaos ensues.

Pairing: Dabi/Gen Reader

Content Warning: Crack, Fluff, SFW, Quirked Reader (kinda like Blackwhip?), Endeavor Bashing(?)

Word Count: 1.7k

Disclaimer: Character belongs to Kohei Horikoshi

A/N: This is the 2nd part of 12 fics for a 12 Days of Christmas event. Enjoy and Happy Holidays!

Prompt: Secret Santa

My Masterlist

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It's really Toga's fault.

Her wanting to celebrate Christmas wasn't really a surprise to anyone who knows her, because it really shouldn't be.

In Japan, Christmas is like another Valentine's day, where it's full of couples in love celebrating with each other, going into the new year.

It's also a time of family, one of which she no longer has, biologically speaking. Now with her new family, she wants to celebrate with them and show them how much she loves them!

And being the baby of the group, the others tend to indulge her when they can, letting her have a childhood as much as they can manage in their line of life.

So when she asked to decorate the bar, they let her.

When she asked to make chocolate chip cookies, Kurogiri made them right along with her.

When she asked to do a secret Santa exchange, they indulged her.

.....And that's where it went all wrong.

Because see, you got Dabi as the one you're to give a gift to.

You think anyone else might've been easier to find a gift for.

Shigaraki would've been easier. Just throw a new video game or game merch at him, and he'll be happy.

But Dabi? What the fuck does that man even like other than arson and revenge?!

You thought to maybe get him some new piercings or something but that just seems so....bland.

And it could work, could be enough for him, but it wouldn't be enough for him to you.

Not after nursing a festering crush on him for almost as long as you've known him.

So after agonizing for days over what to get him, with time ticking down, you resorted to asking the others for ideas.

What made you think asking criminals, murderers and psychopaths, would be a good idea, you don't know, but you did.

And maybe there's something to be said about you that you actually listened to their advice.

"Chocolates and confess!" Toga had said. You swear her pupils turned into hearts at the thought of love, and frankly, you were scared.

"A new fashion sense may do." Compress said, doing tricks with a deck of cards. You still don't know if he was joking.

"A gift with meaning, maybe something you have in common." Twice said earnestly, before immediately ruining it. "You, wrapped in nothing but ribbons. He'd love that!" And, well, you don't feel like simultaneously embarrassing yourself and getting burnt to a crisp so.....

"I can show you where I got my Stain merch!" Spinner said with stars in his eyes. The poor guy looked so dejected when you declined, but again, you like not being crispy.

"Some manners perhaps?" Polishing a glass, Kurogiri said it so seriously, you had to laugh. Again, you don't even know if he was joking.

"Just get him some more jewelry, hon. You can't go wrong there, right?" Of course Magne was the most sensible but it just wasn't enough! You may not want to outwardly confess your feelings but you still want to show it in some way; show him that you care.

And as a last resort, you turned to Shigaraki.

"Tch, I don't know, Endeavor's head on a pike? He's always complaining about him." Shigaraki said, eyes trained on his switch, barely paying you any mind. And yet, it was the most profound thing to you in your dumb, love sick mind.

Because of course that's what you should get him! His revenge on a silver platter! You won't take his revenge from him, stealing his kill and the satisfaction of it, but you can do something.

Now, a sane person would step back and think to themselves, hey. This is the Number Two Hero in the country. Mayhaps have a solid, sensible plan.

But alas, that was not you, for you are in love with a less than sane person, which absolutely made you at least half insane by osmosis.

So with a bright, chirped, "Thanks Shiggs!", you went on your way.

Shigaraki did not acknowledge this, nor did he process a word of this interaction.

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Mind set, you find your way to Endeavor's house. You would think that being such a huge public figure, he'd live in a secure, gated community at least. But no, he just lives in a giant house in a normal neighborhood, albeit on the wealthy side of the spectrum.

The traditional style of it is beautiful, if a bit gaudy, but you figure it comes with being Number Two.

At midnight, you sneak in. It's honestly pathetic how easy it is, with no alarms or anything going off.

Light on your feet, you make your way through the house. It takes a while, but you eventually find his bedroom.

The man, of course, sleeps like the psychopath he is.

Flat on his back, hands clasped over his stomach, without a blanket, feet hanging over the edge of the bed by his ankles.

He snores like a congested bear, so whatever sounds you might've made are drowned out.

The black tendrils of your quirk whip out, simultaneously snagging his wrists, arms, torso and legs, as a thick cord of it wraps tightly around his throat, holding him in place as he momentarily struggles, while you inject him with tranquilizer, only releasing him when he falls back unconscious.

You hum in satisfaction at your handiwork, before realizing you need a way to transport and store him.

A quick text to Kurogiri has you in one of the League's spare warehouses, making use of one of the empty shipping crates lying around as it's the only thing on hand that's big enough to fit him into.

Using your quirk, you lift him into it, not caring enough to be gentle, instead just kind of....tossing him in.

Closing the lid, you leave him overnight, knowing he'll stay unconscious, though still breathing thanks to the holes in the box.

The next day, you come back with supplies.

Earphones in, you listen to the news on Endeavor's disappearance, and the fact that there are no leads, satisfied as you get to work.

After trying to make him look somewhat presentable, sticking a shiny, blue bow to his forehead with gorilla glue, because his sweat kept making it peel off, you wrap and decorate the crate, trying to make it as pretty as you can given the circumstances, and you smile satisfied with your gift. He's pumped full of tranquilizer and quirk suppressants, wrapped up nice and tidy, so all that's left is to present him.

You hope Dabi likes his gift.

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Christmas day is soon upon you, and everyone is ready with their presents.

Tomura gets some prequirk game from Spinner and he lights up brighter than the Christmas lights Toga put up.

Compress gets a pair of pretty, gold cufflinks from Shigaraki.

Twice gets a book that he's been gushing about for weeks from Kurogiri.

Toga gets a case with vials of blood, within a bat themed purse from Magne.

Kurogiri gets a new wine set from Compress.

Magne gets a dress from Twice, handmade and pretty.

Spinner gets some Stain merch from Dabi, which...fitting but why the fuck do they know where to get them??

You get a pretty knife with intricate carvings on the handle from Toga.

The last one to receive their gift is Dabi, and you're nervous. You ask Kurogiri to transport you all to the warehouse, explaining that it can't fit in the bar and it might not be safe anyway, and all of them follow curiously, not knowing what to expect.

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Dabi looks at the giant, wrapped box with a mix of curiosity and apprehension.

It's big. Bigger than what should make sense for a Christmas gift. It's wrapped meticulously in shiny, blue and black iridescent wrapping paper, topped with a giant, pearly white bow, and it sticks out like a sore thumb, looking out of place among the bland brown of the surrounding crates and grey, concrete walls and floors.

He feels an ominous presence from it, and is sorely tempted to just light it ablaze.

Glancing at your nervous yet excited smile, he decides against it....for now.

You gesture towards it, with a shaky, "Merry Christmas Dabi." He hums, walking cautiously towards it. He considers burning off the paper, but decides to keep to the tradition of tearing it apart like a child on, well, Christmas, to reveal the shipping crate.

He glances at you one last time, then opens the crate, before promptly bluescreening.

Because inside the crate is the last thing he expects.

Within it, Endeavor lays slumped, tied up, with a blue ribbon stuck to his forehead, drooling onto his chest.

The warehouse is completely silent, everyone in disbelief at what they're seeing.

You play with your fingers, twiddling your thumbs. "Do you like it?", you ask, all hopeful and sweet, like you didn't just gift someone a grown ass man in a box.

In the silence, your voice echoes, and it seems to be what they needed, because everyone snaps back into their bodies, realizing that oh. This is real.

"What the fuck..." is Dabi's first response, his voice shaky with bewilderment.

"Um...I also have Chocolates?" You laugh nervously. Maybe he doesn't like it.....

Suddenly, Dabi grabs your cheeks, pressing his lips to yours in a firm kiss, then pulling back to stare into your eyes. "You're mine now."

And you smile, dopey and bright. "Uh huh."

The moment is interrupted when Shigaraki finally reboots. "WHAT THE FUCK, WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU—" He begins to rant, but you cut him off, confused.

"Shiggs, you were the one that gave me the idea...." you say, brows furrowed.

Shigaraki looks positively baffled at the foreign truth you speak, a vein bulging at his temple.

"WHEN THE FUCK—" He starts again.

"WHILE YOU WERE PLAYING ON THE SWITCH?!?! TWO DAYS AGO!?! PAY ATTENTION WHEN PEOPLE ARE SPEAKING TO YOU DAMMIT!!"

In the background, eyes bright, Dabi kicks the crate, jolting the unconscious trash, and grins.

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Summary: Dabi makes a Christmas wish

Pairing: Dabi/Reader (it's mostly just kinda Implied tbh)

Content Warning: Angst, SFW

Word Count: 800

Disclaimer: Character belongs to Kohei Horikoshi

A/N: This is the 1st of 12 fics for a 12 Days of Christmas event. Enjoy and Happy Holidays!

Prompt: Wish List

My Masterlist

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The crunch of ice and snow beneath bootfalls echoes within the alleyway.

Dabi's hands are stuffed into his pockets as he makes his way down the path, to the fire escape of the side of a building. The sound of creaking metal fills the still quiet of the chilly night air as he climbs it.

Settling on the roof, he stares out at the distant buildings. Normally this would be dangerous, with all the heroes patrolling, but the air is far too crisp for the average person this high up, so it's safe enough. His quirk keeps him warm, and the height keeps him out of sight.

He'd needed to get away from the others for a while. Toga's constant spiel about the holidays and how they should celebrate was getting insufferable.

When he was younger, when he was Touya, he can hardly remember the holidays being the happy and joyous time people would consider it being.

Christmas somehow felt colder than it should be. Not because of the falling snow or the chilly air, but because of the stifling atmosphere within their house.

You'd think that living under the roof of a man with a fire quirk, it'd be warm and cozy. But then you'd of course remember that it's Endeavor, so, of course.

Though, it wasn't really always like that.

At first, it was normal enough, he thinks. His mother and father would shower their first born in gifts and joy and love.

Their first born they were so happy to have, so proud of, that they'd beam when he babbled at them.

And when his quirk came in, all the more joy, playing with his two younger siblings, taking care of them. He's going to be a hero after all! Heroes take care of people!

Of course that didn't last very long, as they learned that his quirk hurts him; his body not suited to it. And in his father's eyes, a failure. A waste.

And so they had another child, one last attempt at correcting the smear on the oh so great Todoroki name.

When Shouto was born, on that cold January day, the chill of his existence seeped into their very bones. Into the walls of their home, the floors beneath their feet, the ceiling over their heads, pressing in from all sides.

As Dabi, the joy he vaguely remembers are mere fragments, they're so distant in the past.

So when Toga said she wanted to celebrate, his scars itched.

Itched like they were freshly healing, like they were raw.

He doesn't know how to celebrate anymore, doesn't know if he ever really knew.

He doesn't know if he'd be able to pretend to enjoy himself, or how he'd react if he actually does enjoy it.

Because his true wish is to be able to do that freely. But alas, his bastard of a father still breathes, and when he does take his final breath, most likely so would he. So it doesn't seem to be in his realm of possibilities.

Though, he supposes, that's really all a wishlist is for.

Wishing and hoping and dreaming for

things you want, but you know deep down isn't really possible.

Looking at a particular building, an apartment complex, he sees a little family eating dinner through open curtains.

A father, a mother, a young girl and two boys, one older than the other two.

It's what he would've had in an ideal world.

It's what he used to wish for on particularly cold nights, curled up beneath his futon, bandages around the wounds littering his tiny body and the cold indifference in his father's eyes seared into his heart.

The father in the window ruffles his eldest son with a smile just as the first few specks of snowflakes begin to fall, and Dabi thinks maybe having a little wish might not be so bad.

It's not going to come true, he knows, but he still wishes.

On a whim, he reaches out to catch a snowflake like he's seen others do.

And he makes another wish. He wishes that at least the future will be better.

That as much as Toga is a little brat, as much as Twice can be annoying, as much as Shigaraki is an ass, as much as Compress is a showy snob, as much as Spinner is a Stain kiss ass, and as much as Kurogiri has a stick up his ass......he gets to keep them.

As much as he loves and doesn't deserve you, he gets to keep you anyway.

He wishes that he can keep his new family this time, wishes that they'll keep him too. Wishes that at the end of all of this, maybe he can actually be happy.

Who knows? Maybe it'll be a Christmas miracle.

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The snowflakes melt before they can touch his skin.

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I just had a thought. An epiphany if you will.

So I saw a pic of Kuroo and Kenma from Haikyuu and I was slapped with the realization that they're what ShigaDabi would've been like if they grew up normally and went to school together.

Kenma & Shiggy with their games for starters, and Kuroo and Touya with their annoying but loveable best friend vibe

Do we see the vision??? Or am I just yapping?

@angelblueflame @isabeauwolf

I just had thee most delicious KFC Cruncher Sandwich

It was heavenly

It was the crunchiest Cruncher I've ever crunched.

Like, I've had it plenty of times, but this was downright divine.

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Making a Bad Day Better

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[NSFW] ‼ 18+ >MDNI<

Summary: Touya had a bad day at work. You make his day much better.

Pairing: Dabi/Fem Reader

Content Warning: Fluff, Smut, Blowjob, Deepthroating, Facefucking, Cum Marking, Touya is NOT a villain, No Quirks AU

Word Count: 2k

Disclaimer: Character belongs to Kohei Horikoshi

A/N: Had 💫thoughts💫 of taking Touya's stress away from a shitty day at work and now we're here 💕

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Touya's had a shitty day that day, almost nothing going right.

His only consolation throughout the day was knowing that he gets to go home to his gorgeous girlfriend.

And when he gets home, and you're not there yet, his mood drops and stress spikes.

He flops down onto the couch, head thrown back over the back of it, closing his eyes with a weary sigh.

Hopefully, you don't take too long to come back.

*****

You thankfully come back within a half hour, announcing your pressence. He blinks his eyes open to peer back at you, over the couch, and you can see the toll the day's had on him.

You drop off your things before walking over to him, standing behind him to slide your hands over his shoulders. "Rough day?" You ask the obvious, kneading your hands into his shoulders. He relaxes, melting into your touch, and sighs.

"You could say that again." He mutters, looking up at you, upside down. "Missed you. Bit better now." Your heart flutters in your chest.

People always question you on how you could stand to be with an asshole like Touya, and time and again, you shut it down, because you could never fathom otherwise. Because sure, to others, he can be an asshole, but he can also be so fucking sweet; and you love him, and you know he loves you too.

You lean down, pressing a kiss to his lips, and murmur against him,"I missed you too, baby. I love you."

And he sighs into you, whispering, "I love you too," before languidly kissing you back, softly, slowly, sweetly.

He loves you so impossibly much, basking in the warmth of your love, and maybe the day isn't all that bad.

You pull away slowly, fingers caressing his Adam's apple. "You need anything?"

And by the grin on his face, you know something absolutely cheesy is going to come out of his mouth. "All I need is you, Sweetheart." You roll your eyes playfully, even as you feel your heart stutter, unable to hide your smile at the sap. "But I think I'd like some whiskey?"  His smile is now sheepish, and you shake your head with a soft laugh, giving him one last peck before pulling away.

"Sure, baby. I'll get it for you."

You go to the kitchen to get the bottle of whiskey and a glass with some ice, before coming back, walking around the couch to set the glass on the coffee table, pouring him two fingers.

You feel his gaze on you, and you feel a shiver run through you at the heat held within.

"Stop looking at me like that." You mumble, glancing up at him, before quickly looking back at the bottle as you screw the cover back on, heart pounding.

His eyes squint in amusement, narrowing into slits, sharp and hungry. “Like what?” he murmurs, an edge of teasing and heat in his voice as he adjusts in his seat, legs spreading almost on their own, as if to wordlessly invite you in between them.

And oh is it an inviting sight; the top three buttons of his shirt undone, showing far too much of his chest, sleeves rolled up to show his forearms, his watch glinting from the light of the setting sun, and his slacks tight and straining over the muscles of his thighs in this position; his white hair artfully disheveled, falling softly above smoldering azure eyes.

You bite your lip as you stride back over to him, handing him the glass. He takes it with a murmured thanks, sipping at the amber liquid, and his eyes don't move from your frame.

"I think I need something else, Doll." His voice is low and hot, and you immediately feel heat coiling in your abdomen.

You swallow thickly as you look at him. He pats his thigh, murmuring, "C'mere, Dolly."

You crawl into his lap, straddling his thighs. He rubs at your hip with his thumb as you lean in to kiss him languidly, cupping his jaw, before trailing your lips along his jaw, up to his ear, ghosting along it.

"Let me take care of you, baby?" You whisper, pressing a light kiss just under his ear.

He hums low in his throat, pulling you back to capture your lips once more. You lick into his mouth, tasting the whiskey and something sweet, before trailing open mouthed kisses down his throat and chest, unbuttoning his shirt as you go.

He leans back with a sigh, basking in your ministrations.

You climb off, stripping off your shirt, and stepping out of your pants, leaving you in just your underwear. It's plain and practical, nothing fancy, yet his eyes still rove over you like a lion would its meal.

You slide down to your knees, between his legs, rubbing at his inner thighs. You press a kiss to his clothed bulge, before undoing his belt and pants, slipping his hardening cock out of its confines.

He props his elbow against the back of  the couch, his gaze locked on yours over his glass as he takes a sip, watching you lick a wet stripe up his shaft before taking him into your mouth and hollowing your cheeks, sucking on him.

Feeling his cock firming and growing under your attention, and knowing that you're the cause, never fails to send a tingle of pleasure up your spine.

Fully hardened in your mouth, he twitches. You lave along the velvet skin, drooling around him, coating it in your saliva.

He lets out a pleased sigh as you run your tongue just under the head, groaning softly when you suckle on it.

Pulling away with a wet pop, you press open mouthed kisses down the shaft, laving and slurping at his balls, suckling at the base of his cock, before kissing your way back up.

Wet slurps and cursed groans fill the apartment, drowning out the soft clink of ice against the glass held loosely in his grasp, arm draped along the back of  the couch,

You wrap your hand around his girth, pumping him slowly, your saliva making the glide smooth and sloppy, while the other massages his balls, fondling and lightly squeezing, as you trace every vein with your tongue.

You pull off momentarily, pressing a kiss to his tip as you lock your gazes, licking up the pearl of precum beading there, before relaxing your jaw, sinking down, swallowing all of him into your mouth, feeding him into your throat, drawing out a breathy curse from him.

With your nose pressed to the tuft of white curls, you breathe in the heady scent of his musk, feeling your neglected cunt pulse and drip in need as your eyes roll shut.

You gag as you try to swallow around the thick head, tearing up at the shallow breaths you can barely take as you try to breathe through your nose.

Petting over your head with his free hand, tucking stray strands of hair behind your ear, he coos, voice a strained growl, “You look so pretty choking on my cock, Dolly.” His eyes are hot on you, pupils dilated to just turquoise rings around amorous pools of black.

Peering up at him, you moan around him at the praise, the vibration making his cock twitch as he let's out a soft groan.

He adjusts in his seat, making sure he has the perfect view of you sucking him off, and he knows he truly will never tire of the sight.

You, on your knees for him and him alone, lapping and sucking at his cock like it's the best thing you've ever tasted, looking up at him like he's your god, eyes glossy and reverent, pupils dilated; pretty lips swollen and stretched around him, his cock, wet and glistening with your saliva, disappearing into your hot mouth, over and over again as you slowly bob your head, twirling your tongue around the tip everytime you come up.

The sensation makes his hips twitch up before he regretfully gets himself back under control. 

And that just won't do.

You pull of with a filthy squelch, hand pumping him slowly, and you murmur, "Mm, fuck my throat, Tou. Please?" Your voice is airy and pleading, your pupils blown.

His eyes darken, jaw clenching. "Fuck, baby. You sure?" And he's truly so sweet for still asking, even when you clearly want nothing more, but you can hear it in his voice how much he also wants to. How strained it is.

"Mhm" is all the answer he gets as you take him back into your mouth, looking up at him expectantly; pleadingly. And who's he to deny you?

He feels something in the back of his mind snap, as his stomach and brain do flips, and he knocks back the last of his whiskey, before carelessly tossing it onto the coffee table.

Your lips are wrapped around just the middle of his shaft when you feel the weight of his hand on your head, fingers gently grasping onto the strands, and he shoves your head down to his pelvis.

You let out a moaning, muffled mmf at the aggression, welcoming it, deepthroating him without complaint. He's thick, and you do love the way he fills every part of your mouth.

He uses his hold on your hair as leverage, moving your head up and down to take his length, his hips rocking up into your mouth, and your cunt aches for contact. You love when he loses his control, using you as he pleases.

Your tongue laves along his shaft, swallowing around him every time he sinks into your throat, drooling and moaning around his thickness, messy and hazed; desperately chasing his pleasure, wanting to taste him.

Showing some mercy, he pulls you up and off for air, and you gasp, trying to inhale deep breaths. The sight of your flushed face, drool dripping out of your mouth makes his cock twitch. A line of saliva connects your swollen lips to the tip of his cock like no part of you wants to be apart from him, from his dick, and Touya wants to ruin you. Wants to fuck your throat raw.

Gripping the sides of your face in a deceptively tender hold, he quickly shoves you back down, starting to relentlessly facefuck you.

Your moans intertwine with the lewd slurping and gagging noises you make, Touya's cock hitting the back of your throat with each brutal thrust.

You feel him twitch harshly in your mouth, and his nails bite into your scalp, pulling you off of his cock just as he cums hard. He lets out a strangled groan, his hips jerking up and a shudder runs through his body as he paints you white; the thick, sticky spurts of cum splattering onto your cheeks, your waiting, lolled out tongue, dripping down your chin, and onto your heaving chest, trickling down between the cleavage of your tits.

For a moment, you thought it wouldn't stop. There's so much, so thick, and you wonder just how pent up and stressed he was.

You pant as you still try to catch your breath, licking up the mess he made of you off your fingers, wiping and scooping up globs of it where you can.

His white shirt is transparent where it sticks to his sweat slicked skin, chest heaving for breath as he comes down from his high, pushing the damp strands of his hair back from his forehead, eyes shut, lips parted in a blissful smile.

You feel a fresh wave of slick sliding down your thighs at that, and then cerulean eyes are on you again, hot and hungry as he takes in the image of you marked so thoroughly by him.

He grins wide, slow and sharp, licking his teeth like a beast would its chops.

"Let's go get cleaned up, yeah Sweetheart?" His voice is low and gruff with lust, and from his tone and the look in his eyes, you know you're going to be absolutely filthy by the time he's done with you.

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[NSFW] ‼ 18+ >MDNI<

Summary: You go searching for the hot vampire you saw and you get exactly what you want

Pairing: Vampire!Dabi/ Human Fem Reader

Content Warning: Enthusiastic Consent, Fear Play, Chasing, Blood, Blood Kink, Choking, Biting, Fingering, Rough Sex, Public Sex, Sex in the Woods, Clothed Sex, Mind Break (kinda??),

Word Count: 3.6k

Disclaimer: Character belongs to Kohei Horikoshi

A/N: Happy Halloween! Final part of my Halloween posts! The entire idea for these are technically because of @candycandy00 , so this is mostly thanks and dedicated to you candy! 💕💕

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The first time you saw him, you were...intrigued.

Dark scars contrasting pale skin like a mosaic, gleaming silver staples holding him together, pure white hair, shining like a halo. Yet the most prominent thing about him were his eyes.

Piercing blue, almost glowing. You've never quite seen anything like it. It was breathtaking. It was unnatural. It was beautiful.

And when he met your gaze, there was something...off...about him.

Maybe it was the way he seemed to catalogue everything about you in a single glance, maybe it was the gleam in his eyes as he looked at you, head tilted. Maybe it was the way he smirked; like he found a new toy.

No, not a toy. Prey.

Whatever it was, an uneasiness settled in your stomach.

He's not human. You know of them of course, the vampires that go bump in the night, though this is the first time you've been knowingly in the pressence of one.

You walked away with the feel of his eyes on your back and something dangerous settling in beside the unease within you.

*****

You thought that would be the last time you saw him.

You were wrong.

He was everywhere.

Like a shadow, he followed you; watching you, stalking you, hunting you, haunting you.

You would see him out of the corner of your eye, though when you looked, he was gone.

The feeling of being watched became a constant for you; fear a familiar friend.

And yet, after having grown accustomed to him, to that fear, you can't help the thrill that goes through you when you see him; the adrenaline rush in your veins whenever you feel his eyes on you, but you can't see him. The feeling of being hunted should be terrifying, and it is. Yet it's also so very exhilarating.

You know you're playing with fire, but you can't help it.

You wonder how it would all end.

You wonder when he would lose his patience.

*****

It happens when you decide to take a late night walk. Above you, the full moon glows with a tint of eerie red. A Blood moon, fitting for this night.

You know he's there, you caught a glimpse of white within the darkness, you can feel his eyes on you, and a shiver goes through you at what you plan to do.

You know this is where he frequents, practically his playground; it's why you're here. You crave to know him, to touch him, feel him; to have his hands on your body, his lips on your skin, his fangs in your neck.

And even through all of that, when he jumps down from the darkness of the trees above you, landing directly in front of you, the moment your eyes lock on his hypnotising azure gaze, on the vicious glee held within when you shriek in surprise, your instincts all immediately scream at you to run; because you are but a small prey in the presence of a predator.

You're running before you even process what you're doing, just following your instincts.

Running, running, running, your heart pounding, pounding, pounding.

The night air is crisp and cool against your face as you run. Your shoes hit the soft earth with the snap of twigs and crunch of leaves, branches snagging on your dress, tearing at the soft material and scraping your legs.

"I can smell you~" he rasps, his sultry voice sounding both distant and like he's directly next to you, all you see in the corner of your eye is that burning blue, before it disappears just as quickly.

"Run, little mouse," he coos, sounding like it's coming from behind you, making you turn your head back. But nothing is there.

"When I catch you, you're mine." His voice seems to come from multiple directions in the dark, and dread and excitement swirl deep in your gut, thighs burning as you run.

The thrill of the chase just adds to your excitement, knowing that the creature hunting you will inevitably catch you. And when he does, you will be at his mercy; his to do with as he wishes, his to use, his to claim, his to consume, body and soul.

The sudden silence blanketing your surroundings only amplify the heated fear, and all you can hear is your racing heartbeat, rushing blood, and the rustling of leaves.

The cold wind blows past you as he dances around you, playing with his prey as he darts around you, reaching out to brush surprisingly warm fingers along your skin, just to make you yelp.

The way he's so obviously playing with you somehow both makes you want to snarl and cry, and makes heat stir in your gut. It doesn't help that you catch a glimpse of a wide, feral grin whenever he's close enough to see it.

And then you stop seeing him.

You stop to catch your breath, every gulp of air dragging through your lungs, and you glance around wildly.

Having the vampire right on your heels is nerve-wracking enough, but the moments where he vanishes entirely are far worse.

Suddenly, you hear the rustling of leaves off to your side, and you automatically lash out, only for a scarred hand to grab your arm and press you into the rough surface of the trunk of a tree, a choked scream crawling up your throat.

Really, you should've known better than to try outrunning him.

You jerk and thrash automatically, the instinct to keep fighting and escape still present, but the vampire just keeps you pinned firmly against the tree, and only seeming amused at your squirming.

You force yourself to calm down, because not only will you acting like prey make this more dangerous than it already is, but this is exactly what you want! What you crave.

As you relax, a heated hand wraps around your throat, holding you in place, but not squeezing, and you're finally able to take in his appearance properly, and God, the sight of him with wild hair and an utterly unrestrained expression, grin so wide it looks like it hurts, as he drags his tongue over his teeth, the sharp points of his fangs glinting in the moonlight, is...Well, to put it simply, your underwear is drenched in your slick.

And this close, you realize that the pupils of his eyes are thin slits, like those of a cat's, and they're locked on you.

Chuckling darkly, he purrs, "Caught you, Sweetheart." His voice is a soot tinted velvet abyss, and you feel your knees buckle, but he keeps you where you are.

You pant, gasping for breath, as his thumb caresses the pulse point on your throat, the touch deceptively light and feathery.

He grabs your hip with his other hand, pulling you towards him; the heat radiating off him is almost suffocating as he towers over you, trapping you against the tree. "Now what's a pretty thing like you doing all the way out here, hm?" He tilts his head as his eyes rove over you like he's trying to figure out a puzzle.

You thought a vampire's skin would be ice cold, but he's practically a walking furnace; the feel of him disorienting you to the point of not answering.

Not that he seems to notice much.

A warm, wet tongue licks a stripe up your neck and your breath hitches at the sensation and slight sting of a scratch you didn't know was there, most likely from a branch.

The neckline of your dress is invitingly low, your neck and collarbones bare, and his hand on your throat slides to cup the side, tilting your head to lean in closer; slowly closing the distance inch by ruinous inch, until you could feel his breath against your skin, before burying his face in the junction of your neck and shoulder, nosing at the soft flesh there, inhaling deeply. "Fuck, you smell good.", he rumbles, his breath hot on your skin, his lips scorching where they brush, and you tremble in his hold, goosebumps raising in their wake.

"Oh?" His grip tightens on your hip and throat momentarily. "You want this, don't you?" His voice is a deep, amused purr, and you can feel him grinning against you.

"N-no, I—" you stutter, stupidly deciding to follow your first instinct at the shameful accusation; deny and lie through your teeth.

"Don't lie to me, Sweetheart. I can taste it." He presses his thumb to your racing pulse, licking over the small wound again. "Your blood at least knows how to be honest." he chuckles, taunting and mean.

You swallow thickly around the moan crawling up your throat, threatening to release.

"Well?" He murmurs, tapping his thumb against the hidden vein.

"Yes." You breathe, spilling your filthy truth and wicked desires.

He let's out a satisfied hum at your honesty and murmurs, "What's your name, sweet thing?", nipping at the sensitive skin.

You answer honestly, breathily, and he rewards you with a chaste kiss to your neck. "Touya.", he introduces himself in turn, and you think to yourself that it suits him.

"Mm, I want to taste you. Properly.", his thumb slides up to tip your chin up further, directing your eyes to meet his. "May I?"

You know he doesn't truly mean it, the question. It's merely an illusion of power, of consent, because really, what vampire asks their prey if they can eat?

He's simply humoring you, mocking you really, already knowing your answer but wanting to hear it.

Wanting to hear you so easily comply, willingly surrendering yourself, your dignity, to a creature of the night, a man you don't even know; laughably offering your very life force to an immortal.

He wants to hear the pathetic want of a mortal foolish enough to feel that way.

And yet.

"Please.", you sigh, sagging against him, a plea and a prayer as you bare your throat to him.

He breathes out a laugh. "Let's hope you don't regret it, hm?" His voice is a dark purr, a dangerous threat and a sweet promise, as he wastes no time in sinking his fangs into the soft skin of your neck.

You gasp when the sharp, stinging pain sets your shoulder and neck aflame as he pierces your flesh, marking you in a way no one ever has; your own teeth sinking into your bottom lip to contain your cries as a new heat washes through you, your hand moving up to tangle in his snowy hair, holding him to you.

His eyes roll back in ecstasy at the taste of your warm blood, his tongue laving against your skin as he sucks on your neck, feasting on it, and your grip tightens, tugging at the pale strands.

A low growl rumbles through his chest as he drinks from you, pulling you in impossibly closer, crowding you up agaisnt the tree, sliding his leg between your thighs, pressing up into your core. You absentmindedly grind down against him pathetically, panting; his hand on your hip sliding up to squeeze at your breast.

Already you're dripping as you grind your hips against his front, and moan when you can feel that he's hard for you.

He pulls away from your neck, seemingly reluctantly, his lips lingering on your skin momentarily.

His eyes are wild as he looks at you, pupils blown wide; grin broad and bloody, a single drop of blood trickling down the corner of his lips, and you think he's hauntingly beautiful.

"You taste divine." He breathes, and the tone is all dark pleasure, the low rumble in his chest a quiet constant, looking at you as though he's just found something precious; his hands roaming your frame reverently as he takes you in, licking up the stray blood from his lips.

A warm hand trails under and up your dress, and you gasp when he cups your clothed cunt.

"This is what you wanted, hm?" tilting his head, his eyes going to the wound he left on your neck, sluggishly bleeding. "Tsk, tsk, naughty little thing. Your blood doesn't lie, Angel.", he coos, rubbing slow circles into your clothed clit with his thumb, and you let out a shuddering moan. "And neither does your greedy body."

Hot shame rushes through you at your dirty desires being laid bare, at being claimed and devoured by this dark creature, and wanting it; enjoying it.

Nothing about this is okay.

And.

Yet.

Your needy whimper and glossy, pleading eyes looking up at him so prettily is all the answer he needs, and he smiles, sharp and vicious, and he leans in to let you taste it; taste his bloodstained lips capturing yours in a searing kiss. And like a fool, you kiss back, licking into his mouth; the coppery taste of your blood on his tongue adding to your primal desire.

He tears your panties off of you, the fabric falling apart easily with a loud rip, before immediately dipping two fingers into your sopping hole, curling them.

Your lips part on a gasping moan, eyes wide as you look at him, at that wolfish smile and gleaming fangs.

Your legs tremble as he spreads his fingers, scissoring you open, stretching you out for him. "Oh fuck~" you whine, nails digging into his forearm and bicep as you shamelessly grind down against him.

"More, more, Touya, please more." You babble, pleading and hoping he knows what you mean, because you can feel your orgasm nearing, but this isn't how you want to cum.

He just grins at you, because he knows, but feeling either merciful or impatient, or perhaps both, he pulls his fingers out with a squelch, quickly undoing his belt and pants, before lifting you, spreading your legs for him; the easy show of strength just making you burn that bit hotter, pussy throbbing.

"I've been waiting far too long for this." Touya sighs softly, the leaking tip of his cock teasing your wet folds, rubbing against your sensitive clit. "Don't worry, Princess, I'll give you exactly what you want."

He pushes in slowly, but completely, and your mind is gone, moaning long and low at the perfect stretch, trembling with how full you are all at once, as he splits you open on his cock, carving out a space within you just for him.

Tears roll down your cheek and he just licks it right up with a smile as he grinds into you, making you adjust to his size, before slowly pulling back.

"Mm, you feel as good as you taste." He punctuates his point with a deep thrust that drags a choked moan out of your throat as you take every inch of his cock.

Cerulean eyes lock on yours as Touya's mouth opens with a snarl to reveal gleaming fangs.

It's all the warning you get before his fangs puncture your skin once more, flooding your senses with that heady mix of pain and ecstasy.

You arch into Touya's touch as best you can without ripping your own throat open. "Fuuuck~" you whine, high and breathy, nails dragging down his arms for something to ground you, feet kicking out involuntarily as you clench around him. All at once, it's too much, too fast, but you might actually cry if he tries to stop. Your skin feels like it's on fire, your very blood lava; body and senses overwhelmed in the best way.

A growl rumbles in Touya's chest, almost a purr, as he drinks his fill, groaning low in his throat as his tongue presses against where his fangs have pierced skin and you almost sob at the pleasure-pain before clenching down rhythmically on his hot length, trying to coax him into fucking you; the only thing holding you back from bouncing yourself on the vampire's cock, the fangs in your throat.

"Touya~!", you whimper, squirming in the vampire's strong hold and shuddering when his cock drags against your walls, fucking you slow and deep.

Soon enough, Touya has you shaking and sobbing out sweet, little tortured sounds, and he laps them up too.

Noticing the sounds getting weaker, he pulls back, healing the wound with a lick, peppering bruising, open mouthed kisses down your neck, to your shoulder, before immediately biting down there as he snaps his hips forward, slamming his cock into you, so he can watch you throw your head back in pleasure as he grinds in deep.

"Oh, fuck—" , you sob, clawing at his back. "Move. Please, please, fuck me—"

His eyes widen as he removes his fangs and seals to wound, looking at you in a mix of curiosity and wonder.

Should prey be this receptive?

Though, he doesn't really care. All he knows is that he can't get enough of the sight of you, debauched and pretty, speared on his cock, begging to be fucked stupid.

He grins, sharp and bloody.

"Fuck, such a good girl for me, aren't you?" He coos, fucking into you steadily, pace gradually speeding up, rumbling as you moan and cry out.

"Mm, good. So good. So so good. Fuck yes, yes, yes—ahn—feels so good, Touya. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," you babble and chant, almost slurring, and neither of you know if it's from blood loss or just lust, but fuck you never want it to end. "Use me, drain me, kill me, I don't care, just fuck me, please~"

Touya lets out a surprised laugh at that, looking at you in bewildered awe, idly wondering if he overdid it, or if you're just that much of a little freak, and he feels some of his control slip, hitting your sweet spot perfectly.

You let out a sobbing moan as you try to meet his thrusts, but you asked to be used, so with the speed and strength of the vampire, you're soon left a drooling and twitching mess as you're used as nothing more than a fuck toy.

Touya's plan was to spoil you, take it nice and easy on his new little human, but you turned out to be such an adorable slut.

You asked, so sweetly to be used. How could he say no?

So, used you were.

"I'll use you all you want, but I won't kill you. I won't break my pretty new toy, Dolly, I'm keeping you.", he growls, and you feel like you're going to be branded with the heat of his bruising grip on your ass where he holds you spread for him as he fucks brutally into you like the beast he is, plunging into the deepest parts of you; your clothed breasts bouncing with every thrust, the filthy sounds of your sloppy hole filling the night air.

And like the fucking freak you are, you giggle, even as you pant for an ounce of breath, even as tears stream down your cheeks from feeling so fucking good.

Your pleasure builds and builds, and you're so close.

Touya feels it in your twitching insides, groaning. "You gonna cum for me, baby? Such a good slut for me, gonna cum from a monster's cock, huh?", his thrusts, still at that ruthless pace, are becoming uneven as he pounds into you.

You just nod desperately, and cock-dumb, your voice hoarse, panting and moaning like a whore, you beg, "Mhm, want your cum. Fill me up please, please, please—", as your hole greedily clenches around him rhythmically, like you're trying to milk it out of him.

"Fuck, cum for me, Angel. I’ll fill you up, mark you as mine." He growls, low and animalistic, all hot pleasure and possession.

Your orgasm is intense as it crashes over you, to the point that you don't even know where it ends. Your eyes roll back, vision turning white, as you gush around him.

The vampire lets out a near feral snarl at the way your cunt clamps down on him, and his fangs bury in your shoulder once more as he cums, thick ropes of cum painting your insides. He drinks in the way you moan as he fucks you through your orgasms, filling you up; the mess between your legs splattering every time he pumps into you, the white of it obscene in the dark of night.

He finally slows down to a grind, lapping at the bite carefully so it can heal, before looking you over and finding you barely conscious.

Coming down from your high, your breathing is laboured and you can't see straight, eyes lidded and hazy, yet you still have an adorably stupid grin on your lips.

He tilts your chin, luminous eyes piercing through you as he pants. "You're mine now. You understand that, yes?" His gaze remains trained on yours as his tongue darts out to lick up the few drops of blood that remain on his lips. The icy fire burning in Touya's eyes threatens to consume you whole, your body trembling under his touch as you nod and let out a breathy, fucked out little, "Uh huh", because it's all you can manage at the moment, your cunt pulsing around him.

"You will be a good pet and not let any other human lay their filthy hands on you, hm?" He rumbles, grinding into you, his fingers digging into your flesh.

"I'm yours." You moan, high and breathy, slurring. You want nothing more than to be owned, body and soul, by this man.

"That's my girl." With blood smeared on his lips, he grins, fangs glinting in the moonlight as he pulls out, letting you feel the mess that spills down your thighs and the delicious ache pulsing through you from being so thoroughly used.

You decided to play with fire, and Touya is more than happy to brand you as his.

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