+ 18 || You can find all my works on AO3! Same username, candlelight27.
On progress: Virgin!Shigaraki x F!Reader (NSFW, very ooc shigaraki, college AU, no quirks, smut) which I guess I'll have to rewrite + Late Night Visit part 2 + an AU Dabi x best friend reader
Enemies to lovers and yellow :) (I havent started Haikyuu yet but I will soon!!)
ooooh enemies to lovers is a great trope and yellow is such a happy colour ... I'm gonna give you Suga!!! v sweet but def mischievous so i can see him having an enemies to lovers arc lol
drop your fave trope and colour and I'll match you with a timeskip haikyuu character !
I think I've read over 100 chapters of One Piece since monday so, to none's surprise, Luffy appeared in my dreams!! We were in Tokyo and he found out a One Piece gachapon machine and was trying to get his own figurine. He didn't know how to count coins so I was there handing him coins all the time. Nice.
If Hawks is anything like the early-20-something guys I know, he's just like,
"I'm something of a sex god myself."
*Breaks his pinky toe by catching it in the sheets, ends the night in the emergency room*
god you are so right for saying this
also.... 23 yr old hawks trying to seduce you for valentines day by slipping a rose petal in between his teeth; only to accidentally inhale the fuckin' thing and start choking on it so badly that you have to perform the heimlich maneuver on him 💀
[tags] DABI X READER, SFW, zombie or apocalypse AU, fluff, gender neutral reader but afab reader in mind, a little something suggestive in the end but otherwise just kissing, mentions of weapons. Oh and Dabi calls reader Sunshine as a nickname. 1632 words.
[note] happy st valentines day!! So glad to write a little something again :') enjoy the dabi brainrot!!! I had this idea in mind all weekend and had to write it
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It’s been a couple of hours since Dabi left the base and you are growing anxious by the minute. How could you not? The trip to gather supplies should have taken him an hour at most.
You entertain yourself with the improvised stew you’re cooking. Rather than hunger, it was the hope of a headpat from your partner and a compliment what drove you to start making dinner, since he usually was the one to use the fire. It smells pretty good despite the limitations you face and the poor ingredients. Still, the sky is getting darker, and you fear the worse in the bottom of your heart.
As you see the diced potatoes float, you wonder what it is that you really fear in the event that Dabi doesn't come back.
Were you scared of being alone in a collapsing world? Doomed to roam around without someone else to rely on? The answer is no. You grew used to that way before meeting your latter partner.
So the unfortunate conclusion is that you’re just attached to him.
You and the once stranger tried everything to avoid this. You know that any feelings might compromise your survival rate, so you followed a set of rules: no names, no personal information, no sleeping next to each other and no physical contact.
The problem was that you had already broken two of them.
At first, you were determined to stay at least two feet away from Dabi at all times. You read somewhere that physical touched released some kind of hormones or whatever substance that increased the levels of trust and affection between two people. So it was easy: avoid touching him at all costs. It was easy… until it wasn’t that easy.
It was the dead of winter and you were trembling. Even though you were covered with several blankets and inside a building, you had never been that cold before. Dabi noticed this as he was awake, keeping an eye on the fire. He muttered a few words offering his help, you agreed, because Dabi seemed to practically radiate heat, and from then on, you slept together under the same blankets. Cuddling, to add insult to injury. And, little by little, that led to Dabi to break the other rule. He accustomed to leave small, fether-like touches on your shoulder, then poking your cheek and patting your head. And you liked it, way much more than you should.
The potatoes keep floating on the soup and Dabi hasn’t arrived yet. The sky is orange and dark blue at equal parts. You relive his touch and make up your mind. It’s something you’re going to regret, but you can’t help it.
As you take your bag and a rifle, you hear footsteps. Right after, his voice resonates in the silence of your shelter.
“Where the fuck are you going, Sunshine? It’s almost nighttime.”
Your eyes are wide open. Your hands clutch the rifle. You try to say something, anything really, but only stammering leaves your mouth.
“Well?” Dabi rises an eyebrow, ready to tease you. “Don’t tell me you were going to go out there to look for me?”
“You were gone for hours”, you justify yourself.
You can see in his face that he wants to tell you off. That you shouldn’t leave the base with all the equipment alone, that it could’ve been dangerous, that if he disappears you must keep going on. Better one person dead than two. But he says nothing about that. Dabi just sighs.
“C’mon. Let’s eat. You made dinner, right?”
After leaving on the side his heavy backpack and a couple of bags, right next to the rest of supplies, Dabi turns around and sits on the piled rugs next to the fire, over which the pot is hovering. You leave the weapon and your things where they were before, then take the bowls that are lying around and hand them to him.
“It smells so good. But why didn’t you wait for me?”, asks the man as he’s pouring you and himself a ration of stew.
“I… I thought you’d be tired, so I wanted to have it ready beforehand,” you admit. So much for not forming a bond with the man.
“If you keep doing it this well, you’ll end up in charge of cooking,” he says with a mouthful. “Are these the potatoes you grew?”
“Yes.”
You keep eating quietly until there’s nothing left. Usually, you chatter with Dabi about the latest expedition, or the state of the garden, or anything at all. However, right now, something feels off. You’re scared of the nature of your feelings for Dabi and you’re still upset about his prolongued absence. So you remain quiet. Which isn’t the smartest move, because Dabi is quite observant.
His bright blue eyes are fixed on your face.
“What’s wrong, Sunshine?” Dabi leaves the dining utensils aside and sits next to you. You prefer his warmth to that of the bonfire. He’s not shy, so he sits right next to you, his shoulder and leg bumping yours. “Usually, you don’t even greet me and proceed to rummage the bags. And usually you don’t stop talking, either, while doing so. Or while eating. So, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing”, you say, avoiding his eyes. He frowns.
“Are you mad because I took longer than what was planned? Look, I didn’t mean-”
“No”, you interrupt him. This time, you turn your face around as you shake your hands. You think of all the problems you have, the lack of food, the dangers of desperate people, anything but how close his face is. “I’m not mad, okay? Just… worried.” You don’t elaborate more.
You’re surprised when you see his smile grow. Of course he know what's going on. He can read you like a book.
“Worried?”, he chuckles. “Aw, don’t tell me you were worried that I was dead?”
“Well, what do you think? It’s way more convenient having you around than being alone”, you concede. It’s not entirely a lie.
“Sure…”
Dabi stands up. You’re going to do the same, but he sits you back with a pat on your shoulder. He fishes a couple of things from the interior of his backpack, and hides them behind his back. You are curious, moving your head around to peek, but he’s adamant on not showing anything.
“Don’t you want to know what took so long?”, the man asks.
You nod. Suddenly, two items are dropped on your lap.
One of them is a box of your favourite chocolates. To your delight, it’s not expired. The other is a gingerbread heart that reads ‘Merry Christmas’. It’s not expired either. You’re happy, for you haven’t tried anything like this in ages, yet you’re confused all the same.
“Dabi?”
“Yes?”
“Why?”
“Don’t you like it?”, your partner questions. He’s not disappointed, but calm.
“I do. But you risked your life and you don’t even like sweets.”
“Hm.” He takes the box in his hands and examines it. After a couple of seconds, he sets it aside. “Okay, to be fair, I don’t dislike them, but I prefer watching you enjoying them rather than enjoying them myself.”
“Oh”, that’s all you can say.
For a moment, you let yourself think that maybe you're not the only one affected by your situation with Dabi.
“Do you know what day is it?”
“Tuesday?”
“Didn’t you check the calendar?” He chuckles again. It might be your new favourite sound.
“Not today,” you admit.
“It’s February 14th.” Dabi smiles and scratches his neck. “The heart wasn’t supposed to say ‘Merry Christmas’, but when you raid a destroyed supermarket you can’t be too picky, you know?”
You hug the gingerbread to your heart and look into his eyes.
“Do you mean this? All of this?”
“What? What are you talking about?” Now it’s his turn to be confused.
“I was worried of not seeing you again”, you declare with a weak voice. “Not of being alone, but being witout you. I don’t really want to go back to a life without Dabi.”
His pupils go down to your lips, then back to your eyes.
“Can you be clearer? Because I don’t want to do anything that will get me a punch in the face.”
You breath deeply. Dabi’s actions were basically a declaration of love, right? You had nothing to lose.
“I want to break out partnership. I’m afraid I have feelings for you.”
When did he get closer? You’re practically on Dabi’s arms, one of them surrounding your back and caging you against him, the other playing with your hair. His smell, of gunpowder, sweat and detergent, saturates your nose.
“What feelings?”, he teases. “Hate? Love? Interest?”
“Dabi, shut up, you know perfectly-”
Then, the overdue kiss comes along. His lips press against yours. It’s rather chaste, probing your willingness.
“Do you really like my mug? Haven’t you seen the scars? Do I need to look for prescription glasses next time? That may take even longer. Days of search.”
“Dabi, you’re an idiot, but you’re hot,” you say, then you kiss him again.
You don’t waste your chance and hug him back, something you’ve wanted to do for a long time. This time, the kiss is fumbling, and more intense. You feel his scarred skin, and the way he smiles into your lips. Dabi bites your lips lightly.
“This might complicate everything,” he points out.
“I don’t care”, you answer. His big hand rests on your cheek.
“In that case, if you want to complicate things further…”, he adds with the smirk of a scoundrel, “I found condoms that are good to use.”
“Dabi!” you scold as you bury your face on his chest.
Mammon who’s so touch starved he gets hard just from making out. Mammon who loves having you close so he pulls you in his lap while he gets lost in your kiss. Mammon who can’t keep his mind and hands from wandering. Mammon who gets too excited and cums in his pants while letting out the most desperate moan. Mammon who blushes while you kiss his cheeks and run your hand down his chest. Mammon who’s hard again already after just a few minutes of your lips on his skin.
I bought a makima wig and now I can wear it with my maid costume. I love it and I hate that I love it. I shall never leave my home like that but I really like dressing up so I'll take a few pics and leave it.
tags: kishibe x devil hunter reader, smut, not an iota of plot here lmao, dom reader sub kishibe, edging, blowjobs, just the tip, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, no gendered terms but reader has a vagina
wc: ~1200
NSFW 18+ MDNI !!! Minors/ageless blogs do not interact or you will be blocked
Kishibe is all talk.
For months now he’s been quietly and consistently flirtatious with you – slipping in a teasing comment here and there when you’re working a mission together, going out of his way to give you little compliments, letting his eyes wander when he thinks you don’t notice.
He talks a big game and so you had no issue reciprocating with comments of your own. He seems to take it as a challenge; his eyes heavy-lidded as you brazenly flirt with him in front of your colleagues, trying to one-up his efforts with salacious words of your own. It’s fun – harmless, casual fun that you don’t put much thought into because you’re waiting for the moment he’s ready to give you what you need.
You know men like him. Men like him always pretend they’re in charge, bragging about their experience, their expertise and their talents (both in bed and in general).
But when it comes down to it, you’re certain that he’ll be completely and utterly at your mercy, and that he’ll enjoy every minute of it.
You’re not quite sure how you know this, but something about his demeanour convinced you of it - the look in his eye, the way he worries his lip between his teeth when he flirts - it all points towards the fact that he has absolutely no intention of being the one in control.
And when things finally come to a head after a late night spent alone in headquarters, you’re not one bit surprised to discover that your assumptions were correct.
Oh, how you love to be right.
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The room is quiet, save for the slick sounds of your mouth wrapped around Kishibe’s cock and the desperate whispers spilling from his lips.
This battered old settee in an empty office isn’t the ideal location for what you have planned, but it’s better than nothing. Once you’d kissed him and felt his hands all over you, so gentle and beseeching in their touch, you knew this evening would only end in one way. You’re nothing if not adaptable, after all.
“Ahhh … ahh, f-fuck,” he chokes out, his voice still low and gravelly in contrast to the pleading nature of his words. You can’t suppress a chuckle and the vibration makes him shudder, his thick thighs shaking next to your head as he resists the urge to buck his hips up into the wet heat enveloping him. “Ho-oly shit, fuck …”
You almost feel a little guilty.
Almost.
You’ve been working him like this for close to a half-hour, and it shows; his chest rises and falls erratically as he draws in some ragged breaths, his length is so hard in your hand that you’re sure it almost hurts, precum bubbling at the tip, and a thin sheen of sweat covers his forehead from the effort he’s put into holding himself back.
You release him with a pop as you survey your work with pride, your lips swollen from the attention you’ve been paying to the head of his cock. You take him in your hand so as not to completely remove all sensation, and his eyes squeeze shut as the wave of pleasure washes over him.
Fuck, he looks good like this. He’s perfect, and you’re so glad you didn’t fall for his false bravado. This dynamic works far better for you both.
“Nearly ready?” you tease, a particularly firm downward stroke wringing a groan from him. He leaks into your palm and so you slow your movements ever-so-slightly, not wanting to push him over the edge just yet.
“Y-yes,” he says, swallowing thickly once he gets the word out.
His hands are balled into fists at his sides, the knuckles white, and you know that it’s so he doesn’t try to fist them in your hair.
He had attempted it earlier, only to be scolded about the importance of doing what you say and if he disobeys, it’ll mean another twenty minutes of prolonged teasing – he heeded your words without any objection. His hands have been out of your way ever since.
“Yes, what?” you ask, gentler now.
A moan catches in his throat. “Fuck, yes, please.”
You grin. Truth be told, you don’t feel like denying him (or yourself) for much longer; you’ve felt empty between your legs since you started. You’re curious to know what he’ll feel like inside you.
You shift into his lap, ready to lower yourself down on his length. You get into position and grind against him, letting yourself enjoy the results of your hard work.
However, you seem to have done too good a job.
“Shit, shit, shit,” he mutters, eyes flying open in shock. The tip has barely pushed inside you and he’s crying out, muscles tensing and hips moving with stuttering motions. His mouth drops open with a whimpering gasp. His eyes bore into yours, all full of desperation, shame and pleasure, and he surrenders completely.
The release seems to hit him all at once and from the look on his face, he really wasn’t expecting it – neither were you, but you don’t mind too much. It’s a sign of a job well done and honestly, it’s a little satisfying to see him come apart at just a single touch.
“Ahh, I’m - I’m sorry,” he groans into your shoulder once his climax has ebbed away, still throbbing as his hands start to paw your hips, “sorry, I’m s-sorry, shit.”
You lift a hand to stroke through his hair. “It’s okay,” you soothe, feeling him shake underneath you as the aftershocks wrack through him. He’s still so sensitive, even now. You think about how nice he’ll look when overstimulated, quivering and trembling underneath you, wincing from the sensation but begging for more at the same time. “Don’t be sorry, you did so well.”
He pulls his head back, brows pulled together in confusion. “But I didn’t get to-”
You silence him with a kiss, hot and slow. He groans into your open mouth and you feel him pulsing against your folds.
Thinking about everything you want to do next … you can feel more heat start to collect in your core. You take his hand and slowly bring it between your legs, letting him feel where you’re still joined. Eager to please, he starts stroking your clit with his thumb. You’re so wet - both from his release and your arousal - and so it’s an easy slide when he starts to play with you. Your body somehow tenses and melts at the same time but you keep your face as impassive as possible, tugging his lower lip between your teeth, smirking as you feel his shallow thrusts start to pick up again.
You swallow his moans with a kiss.
“Don’t worry,” you whisper, not fully pulling back from his lips, “we have all night.”
His thrusts get deeper, smoother. He tilts his head to look at you, to read your expression and to make sure he’s pleasing you – you nod with a satisfied smile. The flush deepens on his already-reddened cheekbones; his pupils are so blown out they’re almost black. He grins, finally, so pleased at the meagre praise you’re giving him.
He’s doing so, so good.
And you can’t wait to see how he responds to the rest of the praise you have to give.
Your dream involving Dabi... I would LOVE to hear more about it, if you're comfortable of course!! 👁👁
OMG I'd love to!! NSFW under the cut... (tw: blood and oral. maybe semi public??).
So, I was alone with Dabi in a decrepit-looking building. I guess we were watching over the place in case heroes appeared, but it was pretty silent and it didn't look like anyone was going to appear. And Dabi was pretty silent, until he suddenly said: "Huh, I think this is the first time we're alone together."
"That's true. I wonder why?", I answered.
"I don't know, we seem like a good team."
And then we stare at each other and kiss, forgetting whatever we were supposed to do there. So, after a couple of seconds of tongue against tongue, notable mention to his tongue piercing, all the pent up frustration bloomed into horniness. I started undoing his pants, first the button, then the zipper.
"Do you want to...?" I didn't even have to ask the full question, he enthusiastically said yes and nodded.
I got on my knees and he was so warm. I put his pants and underwear just below his balls, just in case comeone came in. He had staples right upon the base of his dick, but it was really thick: i wasn't expecting reaching the base so I just started. I licked the reddish head, and he was panting a lot. Somehow I knew it was his first blowjob so I went all out: I suckled his tip while also circling it with my mouth and, little by little, I pulled the rest of him in. He was so sexy moaning and saying my name, I fondled his balls with one of my hands. And then I bobbed my head again and again and again...
Until my lip touched something metal like. It was a staple. And it caught my lip, but I realized it only when the damage was done. A little stinging pain let me know that I busted my lip. And my chin was covered in some blood and a little dripped on his dick.
"Eh, are you okay?", he said but he grabbed my head. "Wanna keep going?"
I nodded and just kept going. This time, Dabi didn't close his eyes. He was looking directly at my face while I was bobbing my head. He put his hands over the staples while the other followed my head. His taste, wich was salty but not so much, pretty neutral, mixed with the iron of the blood. He didn't last much after that, he came inside my mouth. And then, dick out and all, started making out with me again, licking my busted lip.
And that's it. Bonus story: on another dream I had a different day, I was in the UA and during a practice shouto shouted at me because I had sucked Dabi off while on a mission. So we can interpret by the context that I was basically infiltrated like Hawks. (Hopefully soon I'll have another dream involving Hawks, lol).
Thanks for asking :))) Love sharing about this things and putting words to my dreams.
fake dating au with keigo to get your family off your back, and while at whatever function you sit on his lap during it in front of others to make the relationship look more realistic...
except when you move to get up, he locks his arms around your waist, not allowing you to leave, and he whispers in your ear to "wait and give him a few more minutes" 🫠🫠🫠🫠
