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Some facts about me! <3
-Im Pansexual -My favorite colors are Yellow, Black and Pink
-Im a Scorpio. -My Fav BHNA characters are Denki and Dabi
Tamaki Amajiki who would stroke your hand and tell you it’s alright, as you’d cry into his arms and sob uncontrollably.
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Tamaki Amajiki who would get you a valentines styled stuffed animal and chocolate box to help you calm down, even though it was no were near Valentine’s Day.
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Tamaki Amajiki who would sit with you while you were sick on the couch, and watch terrible tv shows with you until you ended up falling asleep on top of him.
——Lol these little headcannons are for me purely cause I feel like shit rn lol.
Addies Tips!: When you don’t have a significant other in your life, create a fictional one that you can control entirely! ♡☆
Tried to write this as soon as the idea popped into my pretty little head~! Hope ya’ll enjoy!!
☆Prior Summary☆: While at the pool with the gang, Denki goes looking for you when you go to look for something after you got out of the pool, and to avoid getting caught Stealing
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You feel a hand behind you groping your ass, slowly trailing down your thighs. You can smell him right behind you, and feel the tightness in his pants press up against your thin, tight panties.
Denki Kaminari. You could feel his chest too, honestly it’s just surprising how ripped he was. You always thought he would just have an average body, and over course we wasn’t aggressively ripped, but he had a six pack which was hot.
His swim trunks rubbed up against your ass, as your tits pushed up against the cold metal of the locker door, “Denki I can feel you grinding against m-!”
He covered your mouth with his hand, and stuck a few fingers inside. “SHHHH-!!!” You feel a tiny shock on the roof of your mouth.
“Mmmh~!” You feel Denki start to lightly scratch the roof of your mouth, and you make out outlines of people through the grates of the locker and try to calm your self.
He slides your panties to the side and slicks a finger inside of you and slides around inside of you until you have cum dripping down your legs. Denki whips out his dick and starts sliding in and out of your folds.
“F-fuh-ck, your soaked-” He groans into your ear as he slowly pushes his cock inside of you.
“T-their g-gon-na hear u-us d-Denki”
“Come on babe they won’t h-hear us-”
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I intended to post this on Saturday in honor of Dabi's Dance being animated but I finished it earlier than expected and I have no patience so I'm unleashing it to the world now, a few hours early lol. I hope everyone enjoys!
Smut. 18+. Rough sex. Creampie. Probably some other stuff I'm forgetting. Oh yeah, spoilers for Dabi's Dance!
Dabi leans back on the couch and holds his phone up to his face. “Let’s see what everyone has to say about my old man now,” he mutters, opening various social media apps to see what the general public’s reaction to his shocking video was. He could already imagine the outrage over the abuse allegations, the anger over the number one hero raising a violent murderer. He could also imagine the fanboys who would defend Endeavor no matter what, who would go to online war with the detractors who were horrified by Dabi’s video. All of it would be amusing to read through. Dabi will enjoy the online chaos. So he grins wickedly as he opens Twitter.
The names Dabi, Endeavor, and Todoroki Touya are already trending. Naturally. But then Dabi notices a few other “trending topics” that catch his eye. “#Dabisofine”, “#Touyasohot”, and “#SteponmeDabi” are all trending. Surprised and curious, Dabi begins clicking through some of the posts. After a few minutes, he sits up from the couch and stares at the screen incredulously. The tweets flashing by his eyes are definitely not what he expected the result of his video to be.
“OMG Dabi is so fucking hot! How have I never seen this guy before?”
“Okay Touya is definitely the sexiest Todoroki. Just look at him!”
“All I can say is, Dabi can light a fire in my panties any day!”
“Y’all… the things I would let Todoroki Touya do to me…”
“I want Dabi to rail me until I can’t walk.”
Dabi isn’t sure what to think about this. On one hand, he’s a little mad that his big dramatic reveal has been overtaken by posts like this. There’s even a long thread of posts and replies arguing over whether or not his dick has staples in it (it does, and the urge to tell them so wells up within him for a brief moment before dying away). But on the other hand, he feels… flattered? He’s never once thought of himself as sexy or even remotely good looking. All that scarring, all those burns… he felt like Frankenstein’s monster.
Years ago, he’d pretty much resigned himself to never having a lover. Who would want to even touch someone who looked like him? But it didn’t bother him all that much. After all, he was so focused on his revenge, he didn’t really have time for romance anyway. He’d shoved any thoughts of sex or love far away into the back of his mind. Of course he has hormones. He’s human, after all. Occasionally he even has urges, but he takes care of those himself.
Now though, reading through these tweets, those urges he’d shoved down are resurfacing. Out of curiosity, he clicks on the profile of the person who made that last tweet about wanting him to “rail” them. There are pictures of a very pretty young woman who looks to be in her early twenties. He also finds more posts about him.
“God, Dabi is so fine. Those scars really do it for me.”
“I wish I could feel that skin. All over me. I don’t care if he’s a villain.”
“Endeavor is a fucking monster. How could anyone treat such a beautiful person so badly?!”
Then more pictures of the woman. One of them in particular catches Dabi’s attention. It looks like she’s standing on the balcony of an apartment. In the background, he can see a restaurant sign straight across from her that he recognizes. Also in the background are several plants in colorful pots, sitting around her balcony.
Dabi rereads her tweets, then comes to a decision. He grins as he heads out the door.
*****
You hum to yourself as you water your potted plants on your balcony, then check your phone. There are tons of notifications from Twitter. Your posts about Dabi, Todoroki Touya, are getting a lot of likes. They’re also getting the attention of some seriously pathetic Endeavor fans who are trying, and failing, to justify the hero’s behavior. Some of them are just outright saying it’s all a lie, that Dabi’s video is just a phony hit piece. You can’t believe how naive they are, or maybe they’re just willfully ignorant. Either way, you’re already running through arguments and points in your mind that you can shoot back with as you step back into your apartment, leaving the glass door to your balcony open.
You step over to the sink and pour yourself a glass of water, still scrolling through replies with one hand, completely absorbed in your phone. A sudden sound, like a heavy thud, comes from your balcony as you’re walking back toward the door, about halfway through your small living room.
You look up from your phone and see Dabi himself standing just inside the door. He gives you a grin and says, “What was it you want me to do again? Rail you until you can’t walk?”
The glass of water slips from your hand and crashes on the floor. You don’t even look down at it. Your eyes are glued to this extremely sexy villain standing in your living room. One who has apparently read all the pervy tweets you made about him. Your mouth falls open, but you have no idea what to say.
He takes one step closer. “Or did you want to feel my skin all over you? Well, here I am.”
“Oh my God,” you finally manage to say, still staring at him. “Is this really happening?”
He tilts his head to the side, his hair falling over one bright blue eye. “That’s up to you.”
You slowly step closer to him, as if he’ll disappear if you approach too quickly. He’s gorgeous, but he’s still a villain. You don’t want to upset him. But damn, you really want to touch him. Maybe just ask for permission?
“Can I… touch you?” you ask.
“That’s what I’m here for,” he says, his grin showing his teeth.
You take one more step, effectively closing the distance between you and him. You reach out one hand and gently touch the side of his face, feeling the spaces where the scarring and healthy skin meet, your fingers grazing over the staples and piercings. You watch his expression, but it remains unchanged. Clearly, he’s not bothered by this.
“You’re so beautiful,” you say in a quiet voice, the words slipping out before you think them through.
Something shifts in his eyes. For a split second, the playful deviance vanishes and something else, something heartbreaking, takes its place. But then he grins again and says, “Look who’s talking.”
Does that mean he thinks you’re beautiful too? You feel a blush creep into your face. “Are you really here to rail me?” you ask.
“Do you really want me to?” he shoots back.
When you answer, your voice is more breathless than you expected. “More than anything.”
He reaches behind him and pulls the door shut, then follows you to your bedroom. As soon as you enter the room, you begin pulling your clothes off. Dabi watches you, not yet taking any of his clothing off. You feel like you’re doing a strip tease, with his eyes following your every move. It’s making heat spread through your body.
When you’re completely naked, you approach him and tug at his jacket. He lets you slide it off his shoulders and drop it on the floor, then he pulls his shirt over his head. You’ve seen him shirtless in the video, but nothing compares to seeing that lovely two-tone skin in person. Dabi’s eyes shift to the floor for a moment. Is he self-conscious about the scars? It seems ludicrous to you, especially since he was willing to show them off to the world in the video. But maybe showing them to someone in person is different.
You can’t help yourself, you have to touch him. You press both hands to his chest and slide them down, gingerly feeling the staples and the different textures of his skin. “It’s amazing,” you whisper.
His eyes shift back to you, and there’s an unreadable expression on his face. Not exactly embarrassed. Not exactly proud. It’s something like surprise, like no one has ever touched him before. “You have a scar fetish or something?” he asks, the playful tone seeming like a mask for whatever he’s actually feeling.
“I don’t know if I’d call it a fetish. I do like scars though. They’re unique to the person who carries them. They tell a story.”
He’s looking into your eyes now as your hands slide down to unbutton his pants. “And what story do mine tell?”
You meet his gaze and say, “One that’s very painful, I can imagine. I’d love to know the whole story someday. For now, I just think they’re mesmerizing to look at, and they feel incredible to the touch.” By this point you’ve pushed his pants down to his ankles, and he steps out of them. He’s not wearing underwear, and you can see all the glorious lines of scarring and staples across his thighs and hips. His cock is unscarred, but there are a few staples in it. You wonder about their purpose, but don’t ask.
Your hands run down his body, over his abdomen, moving around him to brush over his well-toned ass, and then you take his cock into one of your hands and lightly stroke it. It’s been growing harder by the moment, and the motion of your hand is speeding that process up.
Dabi sucks in air through his teeth, his eyes closing and opening slowly like a cat’s. Once he’s fully erect, he reaches down and pulls your hand away. “You’ve been looking me over this whole time. I think I should get a turn.”
With that, he suddenly picks you up and carries you to the bed. The feel of his bare skin on yours sends shivers through your body, and you miss the feel of it when he sits you down on the mattress. You scoot back to give him room, and he gently pushes your legs apart. He hovers over you, his eyes moving all over you, his hands finally reaching out to grope your breasts. His hands are firm and warm as they knead the plump mounds, then he scoots back slightly and leans forward, so that his head is positioned close to your groin.
Dabi uses his fingers to spread open your flesh and look at what’s inside. Then he leans even closer and runs his tongue along the inner folds, tasting your arousal. When his tongue hits your clit, you arch your back and moan. Dabi looks up at you with that unreadable expression again, like he’s just now understanding how much you really want him.
Then he grins again, because he’s discovered your weak spot. His tongue traces circles around your clit, making you squirm beneath him, wanting him to hit the bullseye again. He finally has mercy on you and closes his lips around the sensitive nub, sucking on it before running his tongue over it again. He even lightly grazes it with his teeth.
You cry out in pleasure, running one hand through his soft white hair and using the other to grip the sheets beside you. What name should you call out? Dabi? Touya? You’re not sure, so you so you stick to moans and wordless cries as he absolutely devours you. When you cum, it’s like a tsunami has hit your body, rocking it with wave after wave of rippling pleasure. Your whole body tenses up, your toes curl, and your hand in his hair tightens.
After a few seconds, your body relaxes, and Dabi pulls away, licking his lips. You feel weak, but you see the raging erection between his legs and know you can’t rest yet. He still hasn’t done what he came here to do. You reach for him, placing your hands on his scarred shoulders and pulling him toward you. You want, no need, him inside you. It’s an ache you felt the moment his video started. When you saw that body, those glowing blue eyes, that expression of carefully contained rage and pain… you wanted him like nothing before.
He lingers on top of you, not doing anything, just watching your face. Why is he hesitating? You try to pull him closer, but he’s not budging.
“Please,” you whimper, spreading your legs further apart, giving him the easiest access you can, “do it!”
Desire and lust seem to flame in his eyes. He wants to, you know it. But he waits. “Tell me exactly what you want me to do,” he says, his voice husky and low. Oh, now you see. He wants you to beg for it. Well, you can certainly do that.
You raise your hips from the bed and rub you drenched pussy across the underside of his cock. “Please, I want you inside me! Please fuck me!”
That seemed to do the trick. He smiles as he positions himself just right, then shoves his cock all the way in. He’s so much bigger than you expected, filling you up completely. As he pulls out a few inches, the staples scrape your insides in such a delicious way, you can’t help moaning again. He begins a rhythm of thrusting in and out, slowly at first and then picking up speed. You look up at him, and he’s thrown his head back, his eyes closed, his hands gripping your thighs.
He’s definitely railing you now, but it’s not enough. You might be able to walk tomorrow. In a panting voice, you cry out, “Harder!”
He opens his eyes and looks at your face, sees the lusty desperation there, and suddenly thrusts in so hard that you imagine his cock has entered your womb. His hands move to your waist, where he holds you steady as he pounds you into the mattress, every thrust feeling like it might just break your bones.
You love it. This is what you wanted. This man, this gorgeous, pained, scarred, unique person, being so deep inside you. One of his hands moves to your breast, where he roughly squeezes it. You’re going to be covered in bruises when this is over, but you’ll look at each one with joy.
Your hands are above your head, holding onto the brass headboard for dear life. Dabi moves his hand from your breast down to your clit, where he rubs it, hard enough to make you wince. You were already so sensitive from the earlier action, you cum again on the spot, your body convulsing with your orgasm.
Dabi doesn’t let up, continuing to fuck you as hard as he can as you tremble under him, tears falling from your eyes. You let go of the headboard and lift your weak, shaky arms to wrap them around his neck. To your surprise, he moves his hand from your sore clit and uses it to hold your head up, closer to him, his fingers intertwining with your hair in a gentle fashion. It’s an intimate gesture you didn’t expect from him, even as he rails you as promised.
Finally, he cums inside you, filling you with hot sticky fluid, his grip on your waist tightening but the hand in your hair remaining soft. When he’s done, he pulls out and falls onto the bed beside you. You want to cuddle up to him, but you’re not sure how he would react to that. You just met. It’s not like you’re in a relationship.
After a few minutes, your naked body has cooled slightly, so you pull a sheet over the both of you. You reach over to the nightstand to get your phone and ask, “Would you mind if I take a picture of us?”
He looks over at you and says, “What, as a souvenir?”
You blush a little as you answer. “Yeah.”
He scoots closer to you and says, “Sure.”
You hold the phone up, pointing the camera at your faces. It’s obvious the two of you are topless, but you make sure the bottom of the image cuts off just before your tits are shown. You snap the picture and smile as you look at it. “Thanks,” you say.
Dabi gets out of bed and begins putting his clothes back on. “Are you gonna post it?”
You look up at him. “Hmm?”
“The picture. Are you gonna post it on Twitter?”
“Do you mind if I do?”
He shrugs. “Doesn’t bother me.”
You smile and open Twitter, add some comments and hashtags, and post the photo. Dabi pulls on his boots and says, “I better go. If I found your place from looking at your pictures, I’m sure the heroes can too.”
You suddenly regret posting it. “Wait, does that mean you can’t come back here?”
He looks at you with that unreadable expression again. “Do you want me to come back?”
“Of course I do!”
There’s a small notebook and a pen lying on your nightstand. Dabi picks them up and writes something down. “Here’s my number. Call me and we can meet up somewhere.”
You feel an incredible sense of relief. You can still see him. You can call him, maybe even get to know him for real. You take the notebook in your hands and cradle it, as if it’s a treasure. “Thanks,” you say.
Dabi shrugs again, rubbing the back of his head casually. “No problem,” he says back, seeming just a little awkward about it. “See you around then.”
He leaves through the balcony door, and you start humming happily to yourself again as you head for the shower.
*****
Once Dabi gets back to the hideout, he pulls out his phone and checks Twitter. There’s a new post by his new favorite user. There’s the picture of the two of you. Beneath it is a caption, as well as some hashtags. As he reads it, a grin spreads across his face, and then he breaks out into laughter.
“Got railed by the hottest Todoroki! Best day ever! #Dabisofine #Yesithasstaples #Villainsdoitbetter #EatshitEndeavor”
Merry Christmas! How are you doing? If it's ok, I wanted to ask for Dabi with a pregnant fem reader? It's totally fine if you're not comfortable with this request!
hey!! merry christmas to you too! i'm okay with pregnancy themes, and i'm just in the mood for some cozy holiday fluff, so here it is!
the both of you always make sure to use protection, but you haven't seen him for an entire month, since he's been away with the league for the longest time. so, you can imagine how much you've longed for each other, the moment he stumbles back to your house you forget literally everything, including condoms.
you're so elated that Dabi is alive and almost unharmed, and he feels so blessed and fuzzy, having you wait for him at home, you end up making passionate love for hours, caressing and softly kissing one another. he's practically glued to you and your pussy for a few days, you barely get out of your bedroom.
when you drop the big news, he's absolutely not ready though. for a few seconds he’s considering running away and not coming back, that’s just his coping mechanism. don't get him wrong, he values you greatly and he would never abandon you pregnant, but his life is a chaotic mess. he has the goal of his life to achieve yet, but first you came along and now there might be two people he cares about, and it has him questioning his choices.
he would not either force you to get rid of it or keep it, he thinks that he has no say in it anyway, even if he doesn’t want it. it's your body, so obviously it's your decision to make, he knows it first hand when the child is unwanted and he would hate the history repeat itself. so, if you want to have this baby, he has nothing against it, even though he deems himself unworthy to be a father.
you’ll have to do a lot of persuading for him to stay. not because he doesn’t want to be with you, but because Dabi is genuinely scared of hurting you and the baby. the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, or so he thinks, what if he’ll end up like his father? what if when his child sees him, they’ll hate him at first sight? In the end he comes to a realization, that if he leaves you alone, he’ll be even worse than Enji, so he has to take responsibility. If he loves you, he loves all of you, including the life he has put into you.
Dabi has nothing to give you, it is you who always offered him food, rest in your bed and a warm home. he can't provide you with the best stuff, it's not like he has a paying job and a salary, so he takes any work offer from Giran, Shigaraki or anyone really, as long as there is money involved. he'll go as far as to work as a hit man for other villains on a daily basis, no matter how bloody and dirty it is, if it means he can afford buying supplies for you and your future baby. all that stuff is insanely expensive, he curses under his breath when he wanders around the supermarket one day. but he doesn't want you to use stolen stuff, so yeah. he'll exert himself until he breaks a sweat.
best be ready for him not being around most of the time. Dabi understands it's tough to go through pregnancy by yourself, but his way of living is extremely dangerous, not only for him but for you also. he's afraid of heroes and villains alike tracking you down and using you to get back on him. he has beef with a ton of people, and the last thing he wants is to lose you, especially when you're in such a delicate condition. he would never forgive himself if something happened, so he’ll keep his distance. not to mention, that he has to be even more careful now and try not to die for your sake. you're his only weakness, no one can know about you.
he'll make sure you're safe from afar, visiting every once in a while, to bring everything, from groceries to meds and rub your swollen belly, while pressing the side of his head to it, listening. he's so surprised to feel his child kick inside of you as you laugh with mirth and run your fingers through his hair.
as your pregnancy progresses, you start looking more radiant every day, it's like you're glowing; your hips are getting wider, chest fuller, your face is more round and shiny, he never thought you could be more beautiful and womanly, but he was so wrong. he's having a hard time not grabbing and smooching you all over and more every time, making you giggle. there is just... so much of your body. when he hugs you and your tummy, his embrace is so soft yet so tight and desperate, he can't believe he found someone like you.
When it's finally time for you to give birth, Dabi is freaking out big time, because he can't go to the hospital, he can't hold your hand to relive you, he can't control what is happening, because he is a wanted criminal, so the only thing he can do is lay low and wait. It's freaking agonizing, you're absent for four days already, but it feels like an eternity! Did something go wrong? Fuck! Should he go out at night and take you from the hospital discreetly? Then suddenly, the door is unlocked. You’re back.
You’re standing at the entrance, looking exhausted, holding a tiny bundle to your chest as he rushes to you, but stops midway, nervous. Will they be disturbed when they see him? He’s scary, ugly, someone so ethereal will definitely feel he is a horrible person, he shouldn’t show himself—
His thoughts are interrupted as you come up to him, placing the warm blanket in his shaking hands as Dabi’s eyes widen. They are so small and fragile. Their eyes are closed, as they let out soft whimpers, sleeping in his arms, so content… He has to sit down slowly to not drop them, he’s completely heart struck as he watches your baby drool on his finger brushing their smooth face.
He pulls you closer with his other arm as you snuggle close to him, burying your face in the crook of his neck with a tired sigh. If he could cry right now, he would. The three of you settle down on your bed that night, drifting off into a peaceful slumber.
You wouldn’t think it, but he is the best dad ever, to the point where you scold him, because he just won’t let you have your child!
They’re only with you when you have to feed them, and even then Dabi is by your side, watching them suck on your breasts. He will change the diaper, you go lie down. He will give them a bath, you go rest. He will put them to bed and sing a lullaby too, you go back to sleep. It seems like he does all of this because he knows you’re spent, and it’s true of course, but he is secretly enjoying this new closure so much, his chest could explode with love for the both of you.
The two of you are his most precious people in this fucked up world, who love him as he is, and he doesn’t take if for granted. For the first time in his life there is something else than revenge on his mind; he can not only destroy, but create too…
He knows it’s near impossible, but Dabi hopes that he is still alive when the war is over to have a brighter future with you... Maybe then you could have another baby? He is starting to think it runs in the family.
thinking about yandere! Dabi’s darling developing stockholm syndrome for him after many months of captivity…
It starts with little things. he returns late at night after a mission with the league, expecting to find the house dark and unwelcoming as usual, but something is different this time. there is a dim light coming from your shared bedroom. upon walking in quietly, he notices that the lamp on your night stand is on, emitting the soft glow across the room, with you sound asleep. you’re not on your usual side of the bed either, but in the middle. the bed is undone, on his side too, it feels almost inviting. as if you’ve been waiting for him to come back. you look so clean and dainty, he feels bad for just lying next to your calm form, all dirty and bloody, smelling of smoke. so no matter how tired, he goes to shower. you continue doing this every night from that point on, changing the sheets too.
few more weeks later he comes home to a delicious aroma and finds you cooking in the kitchen. he’s even more baffled when you quietly ask if he’d like to eat something, not looking at him directly. you never do any of those things, the way it usually goes is Dabi feeding you and you not talking to him, barely opening your mouth to receive the food. he complies without a word, suspecting that you might want to poison him, but you sit next to him and start eating slowly. by yourself. he can’t remember the last time he ate homemade cuisine, it’s so fresh and warm it’s gut wrenching, bringing back old memories. for the first time eating together is not uncomfortable, but natural. like what a family would do. he wants to ask what’s wrong with you lately, but decides to enjoy it while it lasts. when you stand up to wash the dishes, he hugs you from behind by the sink, thanking you for the meal. you don’t react. but you don’t push him away, letting out a small “mmhm”. he then decides to test the waters more, and gives you a gentle peck on the ear, breathing down your neck. you don’t flinch like you used to.
as more time passes, he decides that you’ve been good enough to take you out for a walk once in a while. obviously, it was impossible before due to your hostile attitude, and he expects you to be ecstatic to be out and about, but your reaction is just a small smile and a nod. Dabi is slightly on edge, still thinking that it’s some kind of plan, you’re trying to fool him and take your chance to escape. but you make no attempts to leave his side throughout the whole day, clinging to him in crowded areas, your hands intertwined, arms brushing against each other’s as you go. It feels like you’re a couple. It’s stupid and immature, he loathes the concept, but it makes him feel so normal and so fuzzy inside. he can’t help but pull you closer to him, wrapping an arm around your waist. he is in such a good mood he asks if you’d like him to buy something for you, and feels the urge to care of you even more as you comply. he wants to give you everything he has, even if he doesn’t have much to offer.
once in while, when he doesn’t have any business with the league, you two get to spend a day together, at home. It feels so nice to be lying next to you on the bed, listening to the sound of rain tapping on the window, with you facing him and not the wall. his heart almost stops when you scoot closer to him under the blanket, tugging on his shirt. “dabi-san, I’m cold…” you mutter shyly. It’s the first time you ask for physical contact with him. he thought that you were scared of him, you surely were, and now you’re asking for him to hold you, to snuggle you? he moves to place his hands around your waist nervously, pressing your half bare body against his toned one, shivering when you drop your leg over his hip. his insides are about to burst, he can feel your heartbeat through his ribcage too. he brings his face closer to you, as your eyes flutter shut, connecting his lips to yours and you let him. the mellow sighs and breaths you let out as you allow him to undress you and love you softly, sweetly, rocking your body gently in synch with his, praising you, they make him feel so cherished by you. the way your legs wrap around his hips, begging him to keep going, makes him loose himself completely into you. It’s heaven. you’re finally accepting him.
I don't know if this is disgusting but sex with periods with an embarrassed girlfriend? (I see tomura being disgusting)
do i think Shigaraki is a perv and a neet? yes.
would i still let him smash? also yes.
Shigaraki With Girlfriend On Her Period
trigger warnings: period blood, period sex
other: female reader
word count: 800~
when you and Shigaraki first start having an...intimate relationship, he can't get enough of it. he's a touch starved guy, and if he thought that holding your hand or kissing (!!) you felt so fantastically great, imagine what sexual intimacy would do to him.
he wants to fuck like rabbits all the time, so any platonic or innocent contact with him ends up with you both naked and panting. i mean, what else would you expect from him? he's a young man in his twenties, who just discovered sexual pleasure, so he's going to be all over you 24/7.
you want to cuddle with your boyfriend and watch that new anime that just released? fifteen minutes in it, and you're already shaking his bed vigorously, not even pausing the show. soft kisses turn into makeout sessions, then groping over the clothes, and before you know it his head is between your legs and then it's his constantly hard dick stuffing you.
at this point in the relationship he is quite selfish, so when you stop him from going down on you, he'll be taken aback a little. do you really expect him to know what a period is? of course he has internet and Shigaraki is not dumb, but he never felt the need to know about female anatomy, what for? he heard the phrase "are you on your period?" before in a different context that lead him to think it's when the girl is moody or sad, or whatever.
he doesn't know shit about women, apart from their sexualized image from hentai or games, he thinks they're pretty much the same as guys.
so, he'll say something rude like "how's that a problem for us to fuck?" or something of the sort, only to have you stare at him like he's crazy. "what do you mean? you'll get all bloody and dirty, that's unhygienic and gross! do you not know what a period is?" by the deadpan expression on his face, you can tell that he really doesn't, so you explain it to him reluctantly.
Tomura can't help but think "is that all it is?" you have blood leaking out of your pussy, sure, that's weird as fuck, but he doesn't find it dirty of repulsive. it's not like you're unclean, you shower at least trice a day, and now he knows why, but he doesn't mind a little blood on him. after all, he already tasted you several times and you swallow his cum so generously afred sucking him off (even if he didn't take a bath), so it's only fair he does the same, right?
it's amusing to him how you cover your flushed face with your hands, telling him that it's disgusting and he'll be grossed out as he slides your panties off. the smell of blood hits his nose before he even sees it, but it's not the usual metallic smell that comes from an enemy, it's not unpleasant even. it's just different, and he doesn't hate it. he's too horny to care.
the sight of red sticky fluid smeared all over your pretty pussy makes him want to lick it off instantly, and he does just that, making you squeal in shame. you beg him to stop, saying that it's embarassing and sick, but he's so into it he's beyond listening to your pleas. he slides his tongue between your pussy lips, massaging your entrance with the tip and is astonished when more blood comes out right into his mouth, as you grunt and cry out in pleasure.
it seems like his ministrations bring you some kind of release, so he makes sure to plunge his tongue as deep into your hole as he is able to, wriggling it in and out in circular motion, lapping on your fluids mixed with blood while at it. he doesn't even notice how he starts moaning and grunting along with you, lips vibrating against your sex. Tomura realizes that he's enjoying this just as much as you are, maybe even more so.
you almost scream with relief when he sticks his dick into you, making your cramps even more bearable, hitting your womb just right, unhinging all the pent up preassure in your gut. the sight of your pussy stretching out for him, more bloody discharge coating his cock makes him feel like his splitting you in half with it. you wail and orgasm like you never did before and it's a massive ego boost for him.
he cums all over your ass and thighs, smudging blood and cum on your skin, mixing it together. he'll help you shower afterwards and maybe massage your body a little more under the hot water. just let him love you and take extra care of your puffy pussy for this week, ok baby? he can promise you'll be satisfied.
THIS IS A PART TWO OF SOMTHING I WROTE OVER A YEAR AGO SO IF YOU HAVEN’T READ THAT GO READ IT NOW LOL.
Also sorry for not posting for an actual fucking year, I got lazy.
also diagnosed with adhd and depression. I’m such a little hoe bobo.
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Denki takes his fingers out of you, leaving you panting from the slight electrical shocks he was sending to your clit.
“You alright haha?” He smiled down at you, admiring how good an angle you were at.
“of course I’m fucking not-!” you try to let out, until he shoves three fingers back inside of you, leaving you breathless.
you pant and whine beneath him, desperate for his cock. “Aww you sound so lewd,” he curls his fingers upward slightly, hitting your g-spot his peak accuracy, “come on now, open your mouth for me.”
You open your mouth and stick out your tongue in return, as he spits into your mouth, and begins to kiss you. He slams his fingers into you one last time, sending a shockwave throughout your whole body as you climax.
“that enough for you?” He says as he pulls his fingers out a second time. You reached down to his cock in his pants, and can almost imagine how difficult it must be for him to control himself. You began to pick your self up as he looked around for something to clean you up with.
You took both your hands and pushed him down onto the washroom floor so his back was flat on the floor and you were straddling him.
it catches him off guard and you start to rub your clit on his stomach, and start to get yourself off. Denki takes advantage of the situation and grabs your waist, rocking your on top of him. Every second you start to etch closer and closer to being entered, so you just start to think, “fuck it!” and slowly unzip his jeans and slide straight into onto his dick, shuttering at how big he is.
“shit shit shit shit shit” Denki muttered in astonishment, doubting that you would actually go as far as to let him enter you.
“haaah- fuck~” your eyes start to roll back as you start to ride him faster and more vigorously. You start to pant and moan more as you straddled him like a horse.
He looked up at you in awe, still in shock that you were riding him that moment. Denki had just assumed that he would just tease you a little, and settle with seeing you breathless beneath him. It may sound like a lot but he really didn’t expect for you to even let him do anything, and then he would just end up having to try to play it off as a joke.
he looked at you once again, your face changed to something indescribably lewd. You looked like something straight out of one of his doujshinshis. You were even better that he could have ever imagined.
“oooh fuuuck~” you bit your lip and slightly rolling your eyes to the back of your head. “Ah- AH-!” You yelped as Denki picked you up by the waist and slammed you down on him.
You could feel his cock reaching the deepest parts of you, some that you’d never even felt before. You thought back to other boyfriends and realized that the sex had never been this good ever. You started to lose your self in the ecstasy of the situation.
“Ah-! Ah-! Ah-!“ Denki repeatedly slammed you down on his cock again and again, soon reaching his high. Your moans sped up and started to get more and more high pitched as he sped up.
you reached down to feel your clit and start rubbing to help you finish, when Denki moves your hand and does it for you.
“D-Denki-Ah-! W-wait-! Ah-! I-I’m g-gonna~”
“I-it’s okay y/n- cum all o-over this f-fuckin cock” he musters out, completely lost in the pleasure.
“Ah- Fuck-! Ah- I l-love y-y-you~!!!” you stuttered breathlessly. You couldn’t help it, you were seeing stars after all when ever he slammed the entirety of his length into your throbbing pussy. “Shit- I love y-you too”
As you came down from your immense high you buried your face in his chest, the weight of his words hitting you fully.
—— Thank you all for supporting my works even when I wasn’t online literally for like- a whole year. I’m still a bit rusty at my writing, but I love you all and hope you enjoyed this messy piece of horniness I pulled out of my back pocket while at a sleepover with my bff 💕💕
After spending some time at a convention recently, I've come to accept that Dabi's probably the type of mf to say, "where's my hug?" with a ridiculous grin on his face while approaching you anyway. Menacingly.
too close sir, please back up (come closer, grab me mf)
You and the girls were unwinding after a long day of training in the bathroom tubs. You were almost completely sure that there was no one else awake when you guys snuck to the baths. You thought you were alone.
“Ha! I know right! We should all go out sometime after training!” Mina yells from across the tub.
“Mina! Shhh!” You yell back, “You’ll get us caught!!”. You cover your mouth realizing that you had just yelled.
“Sorry!” You yelp.
They all look over at you and laugh. You were short and a little on the plump side, making you the cutest when reacting to something. Being like a baby of the group, even though you were the oldest. Having the sweetest personality of all of them. But not when you were pissed.
“Y/N you're so cute sometimes!” Momo says lovingly.
“Stop treating me like a small puppy!”
“Your quirk is literally having dog-like traits so that's kinda ironic coming from you” Jiro adds sarcastically.
You're silent. “I-! You-!” you sigh, “Fine you’ve got me there I guess”.
You were all having a good time until Mina suggested something sus. You thought it was at least. But she has no shroud of dignity.
“So who’s the hottest guy in 1-A?” She asks abruptly.
“None of them. Especially Mineta. He’s rotting dumpster sewage.” Tsuyu laughs.
You thought for a moment. You had liked a few guys briefly this year but there was one person you had liked for a while. Denki. You two had been friendly in high school, and you thought he was kind… no matter how dirty minded he was back then.
“I think Denki is kinda cute.” you say.
“I get that,” Jiro responds.
“Hahaha! You like Denki?!” Mina is dying of laughter, “Dude he is the perviest guy ever! He has a fetish for everything!”
“True. He’s like Mineta actually! Except with sanity. And he’s capable of being a gentleman. Sort of.” Momo hesitates on the last bit.
The night finishes up and you all start getting dressed and ready to sneak back to your dorms. Mina and Tsuyu leave first, following everyone else. You go to step out but hear something playing behind you.
“I think Denki is kinda cute.”
“I get tha. . .”
You turn around. Its fucking Denki smirking while he leans against on of the shower walls.
“W-What are you d-doing here?!”
“Listening…! And watching. Nice view from over here. I can see eeeeeeverything.”
You pull down your shirt to cover more of your thighs. How did he even get here? Was he here the whole time? Oh god that means he heard what you said. What's going to happen now? Does he hate you? Will he be upset? Why doesn't-
“Hey? Y/N? I don't like being ignored,” You had been so deep in thought that you hadn't realized he had gotten closer and slipped his hand under your shirt. “Are. You. okay?”
“Of course I'm not when your hand i-!” you let out a yelp, but your mouth is covered by Denki’s hand.
“You don't want everyone else to hear you. Right?” He slips one finger into your sopping wet cunt and starts thrusting.
“A-aah!” You look up at him.
“Why are you d-doing this-? Ah~!”
“Cause you said I was cute. Practically gave me a hard-on just thinking about it. Besides, you're cute too.” He pauses, fingers still inside you.
“I mean why were you in here in the first place-?”
“Oh yeah that-! Mineta was begging me to take a video of you guys while you bathed to add to his collection! Ha!”
You slap him in the face leaving a red mark. “Aww don't be like that.” He smiles down at you then bends over to get down to your level, “Tell you what? I’ll delete the shots if you give me a few rounds?”
You look up at him and whine as he continues to thrust his fingers again into your cunt. Adding a second one this time, just throwing you off your balance.
“Ah!” You catch yourself on Denki.
“So is that a yes…?” he smiles down at you again.
“Fine-” you say as he starts going all out until you're a sobbing mess on the floor. He lifts up your legs and props to up under his arm, and thrust again.
“A-ah!”
“The girls are going to hear you Y/N”
“Im s-sorry-! A-!” You cover your mouth quickly.
“Good girl” he smiles down at you, and strokes your hair taking his fingers out. “I think that’s good enough”
“N-No” You heavily breath out, “I want moreeee”
“Hon- that was pretty intense, can’t believe your still conscious-”
You breath steadily again, "Denki"
You touch the bulge in his pants, "I want you this time."
That turns him on even more, following with him ripping out his fat cock an-
Anyways this took forever to write cause ive been on a drug called writers block. And I havent been on in litterly months so- yeah- sorry about that! Hope you guys like this- If you want a part two lemme know! <3
Got some suggestions from my best friend @lemonboy666 Thx again! <3
Tamaki Amajiki x !Fem reader <3
Warnings: Penetration (OBVIUSLY) , Mommy kink, thats pretty much it. lemme know if i missed anything <3
You had convinced Tamaki to switch hero costumes with you. He kept saying no, but then you had put on his costume without asking him. When you walked out from his room he just stared at you.
The way the costume fit your curves perfectly even though it was designed for a male.
Right away he went to put yours on.
“You look so cute! It's a bit tight… but super hot!” You're smirking at him. You find it cute how his nipples pop out under the tight fabric on his chest.
A blush started shining over his face till it spread all the way down his neck. He covers his chest with his hands and sits down on the bed.
“Don't say that Y/N” he’s sitting crisscrossed on the bed looking up at you, intimidated, “... It's embarrassing”
“But I can't. You look so pretty!” You eyed the bulge in the tights of your costume. It looked amazing on him, and it definitely turned you on. He obviously tried to hide it, being embarrassed.
Your quirk was the ability to transform into Felines, earning your Hero name which was Calico . Your costume had been changed a while back to fit with your new name, adding snow white cat ears and a spotted tail to it.
He was blushing furiously and you could see the bulge getting bigger while he was staring at you. So you decided to be a bit … Spicy.
You pretend to drop your phone to bend down suddenly so he could see your cleavage. He froze, turned on but also not sure of what to do again.
You chuckled and picked up your phone. Once you were up you took a pic of him. Snap! Now you could save this beautiful memory.
“H-Hey!! Why are you taking a pict-!”
“Shut up. It's because you look hot” You walk over to him and push onto the bed, grab his shoulders and sit on his lap.
“Hey… B-Bunny don't do that!” You feel the bulge in his tights getting even bigger- if that was even possible.
“Aww~ Tamaki? Are you alright down there? You feel a bit hard down there? Do you need some help?”
He was embarrassed, but loved getting babied by you so decided to go along with it. He nodded his head aggressively.
“Aww Mommy’s gonna make you feel soooooo good” You smile at him sweetly and pull down his pants. You shove his dick down your throat. He lets out a wanton moan.
“N-No wait~! A-a-ah~!”
“Do you not like it?” you frown at him.
“I d-do!” He says while he continues to moan, “I d-do!”
“Okay good” You smile up at him and continue to suck. You go faster till he’s at his breaking point.
“Uh-Ahh~ Y/N~ Don't stop~!” You slowed down, and opened your mouth. It dripped with cum.
“I'm sorry Bunny!” Tamaki said, still coming down from his high.
You swallow and lick your lips, “It's okay. Let Mommy know next time though-” You laugh, and get up from the floor.
You take off the costume and get back on his lap to position yourself again. You sit and take him all in.
“Ah-Ah~!!” You moan loudly, “Aaaah~!”
Tamaki looks up at you and blushes. He thought you were pretty when you were like this but it had been so long since you guys have had sex.
As you take him in he says “Your so tight~”
Smirking at him reply “ Oh you like that? Tell mommy. Go on.”
He smiles up at you, struggling to form words. “Ye-Yes!” He screams as you drop down on him, “Y-Yea-Aaah!”
One day your listing to you music on your headphones in class. Bakugou is trying o get your attention till he actually has to poke you aggressively in the shoulder.
"Oi- brat what are you list'nen to-?"
"Kats dont call me that"
"Dont call me Kats then"
"Fair enough"
He leans over to see your computer screen trying to see what your listing too, bumping into you slightly. You just at the contact.
"Fine" you say handing one of your headphone buds over to him.
He takes it in his hand then wait a minute, then puts it on.
"Wow-" He says surprised, "This isn't totally shitty-"
"IS THIS FUCKING NIRVANA?!" Hes screaming at this point and everyone looks over their shoulders over at you guys.
"BAKUGOU SHUT THE FUCK UP" You loudly whisper "You cant just yell that! Your being obnoxious!"
"Not really any different from most times-" you say under your breath.
He looks around slightly embarrassed. He hates being yelled at by you- his mind suddenly goes from rabbid dog to small puppy who's meeting new people.
He looks over at you trying to act tough, "Ugh- Its just- I LOVE Nirvana-" He scoffs at you. "Didn't think a brat like you would like it-" Now he's just trying to piss you off.
"Dude fucking look at me- what the fuck else would you think id listen too-? Adrianna Grande-? Britney Spears-?" You look at him like he's a fucking idiot- cause he is.
And, THAT, is how You and Bakugou stated having afternoon jam sessions while you study together. (Yes, you guys study together- Personally i have just under the average were i live, so you i need help)