Synopsis: You don’t want to let him in… but you have to.
Prompt: yandere Dabi + “You have to invite me in.”
Word Count: 1577
Notes: yandere, noncon kissing, implications of future noncon, descriptions of flashback teenage romance
Tap. Tap. Tap.
There’s someone tapping at your balcony window.
At first, you thought the sounds were the start of summer rain, and you welcomed the inevitable cool air it would provide. But the taps were too distinct, too separated, too human to be soft sprinkles of water dotting against the glass.
No, it wasn’t rain. It was a person. A person that wanted in. You weren’t dumb: why would someone want in your room in the middle of the night? To hurt you or rob you or kill you or…
notes: AAAAAAH okay, this is by far the biggest piece i’ve posted on my blog to date. this is the third part of the break my bones but act as my spine series. please, please pay attention to the warnings below and proceed with caution, as this piece deals with instances of mental illness!! stay safe! | title credit: skyscrapers by lil peep
warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, symptoms of mental illness including: suicidal ideation, false memories, intrusive thoughts, paranoia, and drug-induced psychosis (delusions), cheating, noncon/dubcon, drug use and addiction, the slightest hint of degradation, minimal prep, size kink/size difference, rough sex, daddy kink, dry humping, fingering, verbal fights, blood
part one ⋆ part two ⋆ part three ⋆ part four ⋆ part five ⋆ epilogue ⋆ series masterlist
words: 27.2k
synopsis:
The slamming of both doors against the cream walls has you waking with a start, blinking bleary eyes as they search the room for the sudden intrusion, the softest little Daddy? falling from your pretty lips when you finally spot him.
And for once, for the first time in his entire fucking life, it does nothing for him. Instead of swelling the way it normally does, his heart pounds against his ribcage, chest still filled with panic, with doubt, with uncertainty. Instead of spreading into that warm smile he reserves just for you, his lips pull down into a deep frown, protecting clenched teeth. Instead of softening the way they usually do when they meet your gaze, his eyes are as wild as his erratic breathing, frantically darting around the room and seemingly having trouble staying focused on anything for more than a few seconds, like he’s looking for something.
notes: AAAAAAH okay, this is by far the biggest piece i’ve posted on my blog to date. this is the third part of the break my bones but act as my spine series. please, please pay attention to the warnings below and proceed with caution, as this piece deals with instances of mental illness!! stay safe! | title credit: skyscrapers by lil peep
warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, symptoms of mental illness including: suicidal ideation, false memories, intrusive thoughts, paranoia, and drug-induced psychosis (delusions), cheating, noncon/dubcon, drug use and addiction, the slightest hint of degradation, minimal prep, size kink/size difference, rough sex, daddy kink, dry humping, fingering, verbal fights, blood
part one ⋆ part two ⋆ part three ⋆ part four ⋆ part five ⋆ epilogue ⋆ series masterlist
words: 27.2k
synopsis:
The slamming of both doors against the cream walls has you waking with a start, blinking bleary eyes as they search the room for the sudden intrusion, the softest little Daddy? falling from your pretty lips when you finally spot him.
And for once, for the first time in his entire fucking life, it does nothing for him. Instead of swelling the way it normally does, his heart pounds against his ribcage, chest still filled with panic, with doubt, with uncertainty. Instead of spreading into that warm smile he reserves just for you, his lips pull down into a deep frown, protecting clenched teeth. Instead of softening the way they usually do when they meet your gaze, his eyes are as wild as his erratic breathing, frantically darting around the room and seemingly having trouble staying focused on anything for more than a few seconds, like he’s looking for something.
➳ a/n ;; ngl writing this made my heart rate SPEED (also first time writing smut for him so ?)
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He knows what he's doing when he looks at you like that.
He has to - with his the way he presses over your spine, arms spindly around your waist like a web. You can feel his gaze boring into your back, have been the whole time you were helping him tidy your room. He's not very subtle and he doesn't have it in him to try.
His voice is raspy and slight, a little agitated but he always sounds like that. His affectionate nature comes out in huffs and frustrated groans against the nape of your neck. His mouth leaves an open kiss, a confession or a threat or something in between that.
A heat flutters through you at the display of his lust. He's never been all that orthodox - everything he does is done because he thinks that's the right way. Love is no different and when Shigaraki loves you, he wants you and he wants you so much he's willing to whine for it. Press for it.
His voice is low in your ear. Affection seeps through his tone as you feel warm breath on your ski.
"No more cleaning," ― it's a demand more than it's a question ― "Wanna.. sit with you while I game. Come here,"
You want to tell him no, almost. But you'd be lying and you think Shigaraki hates liars more than anything. So you let him tug you, let him sit you in his lap. He turns his PC on and before it can turn on, you find his gloves hands on your thighs.
You regret wearing shorts, the half-stiff erection he's sporting strong against your cunt. You sigh placing a hand over his.
"Tomura," you repeat, exasperated. He doesn't respond so you repeat yourself "Tomura, baby"
"Say it again," he demands. He's petulant, fingers dipping into the waistband of your shorts. He licks a stripe up your shoulder before biting it, frustrated "Again,"
"Baby, we can't just -"
He struggles to get your shorts down but he doesn't let that stop him, they bunch up at your knees as he shuffles around. He moves you to sit in the chair, ungracefully pulling his jeans down till his erect cock leaps and lays on his black shirt. He snatches you back to his lap swiftly, prying your thighs apart until they're spread - hooked over his own legs.
"Do you need prep?" but he doesn't really asks, just slides one of his fingers over your slit "Doesn't seem like it,"
"Baby," you say with more force and he stops, digs his fingers into your thighs. He needs you and you're making him wait and he hates it. He hates waiting so much but he stops.
"What." he spits. You roll your eyes at him.
"Slow down and don't speak to me like that," you say slow. He settles just a little - a breath passing.
"Just wanna ― fuck, feel you, can't I just feel you?" he asks you, frustrated. You know it won't last but he sounds so needy, so aching you give him a sigh. Leaning back, you lift your hips up to let the head press inside of you, proceeding to plant your feet on the floor in prep for whats next. Warm, wet heat envelops him and he moans - loud and shameless in your ears.
You can feel how jittery he is. No moving, right? His fingers are so harshly into your thighs it almost hurts, fat dimpled underneath his hands. You lean forward, your elbows resting on his gaming desk as you look over your shoulder.
Which proves to be a mistake - seeing him looking so fucking blissed out. Head thrown back, mouth agape, eyes fluttering and breathing heavy. His strong chest goes in and out and in and out and you shut your eyes.
"Go on," ― you say sarcastically, knowing he can't really hear you ― "Play your game, Tomura,"
He bites his lip as groans spill out his mouth, unrelenting pleasure raking through him. He doesn't even get through two-minutes of it, the heat of your pussy driving him into lust. With a sharp gasp, he immediately grabs you and stands up. You yelp, gripping the front of the table as he slams into you.
His thrusts are shallow and hardly thought through - clinging to you with such greed you almost want to laugh. His forehead drops onto your shoulder again as he groans. His breathing is ragged - his cock is long and narrows, feels as pretty as it looks inside of you. His moans quickly turn into whimpers as he fucks into you so hard his keyboard shakes.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck - love you, love your pussy. Hngh, shit" his voice cracks in the last word. You want to reply but the words don't come out right. He slams into you so quickly you almost lose your footing, cunt clenching harshly as he fucks you.
Tell me you love me, need you to - ngh. Need you to love me,"
You know what he means so you reach a hand around and brush your fingers on his thigh. You moan.
"I love you so much, Tomura,"
"No, no - not like that" he whines, still going. You blink briefly before you catch on, wanting to smile but moaning instead. Your orgasm hits you with an intense force as you choke out the syllables, body rag-dolling as he penetrates you over and over.
"I love you, Tenko. Love you s'much, oh fuck"
As soon as the words leave your lips he buries himself to the hilt, moaning as he spills hot seed inside of you. So much to unload even though he likes to take his stress out on your pussy whenever possible. It spills and drops onto the newly cleaned floors before. Instead of saying anything, he clears his desk and flips you around on his cock before sitting down. You straddle him, still stiff member twitching inside of you.
You blink at him, mouth agape as he lifts your shirt up over your tits and buries his face in them. He sits quiet, sucking at them until he sates himself on you for a brief moment. He's still hard. You look down at him, holding his face in your hands as he lays his cheek in your palm.
"You're so impatient," you tsk. He doesn't say anything, just kisses you before hugging you.
"Shut up," ― he replies, before adding ― "Need to go again,"
"And why's that?"
"Because," ― he says flatly ― "Couldn't see you that time. What id you didn't mean it?"
THEIR REACTIONS WHEN YOU OPEN UP THE BLANKET FOR THEM — BNHA
feat — dabi, bakugou, aizawa, hawks + todoroki.
warnings — none.
note — repost from @/deartouya! if you can’t tell i’m very touch starved.
ఌ DABI he’d gotten back home pretty late after a mission and you hear him sigh before he enters the bedroom, eyes noticeably heavy with exhaustion but they look a little brighter when they meet yours as you lay in bed, the side of his lips upturning softly. he freezes when you shoot him a soft smile, opening up the blanket that was previously wrapped around you before motioning for him to climb in when he raises a brow in response— following it up quickly with a raspy laugh before he shrugs off his coat, allowing himself to climb in next to you, almost lifting you onto his chest. “miss me, doll?” dabi drawls, a lazy smirk on his lips as he narrows his eyes at you teasingly, a more lighthearted chuckle leaving his lips when you roll your eyes at him in response, but you relax when you feel his fingers begin to trace their way up your sides soothingly. feeling him place an almost uncharacteristically gentle peck against your temple when you feel yourself dozing off against the warmth of his chest, his next words a reassuring whisper against your skin “good. i’m not going anywhere, those bastards can’t kill me that easily.”
ఌ BAKUGOU you could tell he’d had a bad day when you heard the door close, the sound of his bag hitting the floor before he trudged into the room where you were cuddled up on the couch with a blanket. his brows are furrowed, eyes flickering to you momentarily and the sight alone has his features softening slightly “katsuki?” you call for him, but he only offers a low grunt in response as he scratches at his head tiredly, mumbling something about “fucking nerds, can’t do shit right—“ but his rant is cut off when he notices you open up the blanket for him, looking at him softly. bakugou tsks as his lips form a small pout before he approaches you on the couch, climbing in beside you and pulling you into his arms immediately— burying his face into the crook of your neck with a sigh. he immediately relaxes when you move to run your fingers through his hair, a weakness that only you knew as you feel him grumble out something like “dumbass” against your skin, but when he follows it with a soft kiss you know he means to tell you he loves you, and you allow yourself to melt into his embrace when you hear his breathing soften as he dozes off.
ఌ AIZAWA he’d been busy grading papers all day at the tablet while you sat on the couch across the room wrapped in a blanket, watching the way he tiredly rubbed at his eyes, his hair pulled back into a messy ponytail before he gets up to make another cup of coffee. but you decide to cut his journey short when you call him instead, before making a show out of opening the blanket, patting the space next to you. you watch him blink lazily at you as he processes how inviting being cuddled up with you looked right now— maybe he deserved a break. “i suppose i am tired.” he hums, padding over to you with a soft smile on his face before he all but falls in beside you— his eyes closing briefly as he sighs, looking at you after with another gentle grin when you cuddle into his side. “you did this, you have to get me up after. i mean it.” shota groans, pulling you closer to him when you only offer a giggle in return to his words, the sound alone immediately helping him to finally relax.
ఌ HAWKS “babe? i’m baaack” hawks calls as he returns home, expecting you to be waiting for him at the door but he raises a brow when you’re not there, immediately making his way deeper into the house until he finds you curled up in bed with a grin. “what? no welcome home kiss? you’re killing me, baby.” keigo asks, feigning hurt as he clutches his chest but the handsome smirk on his lips only highlights his teasing tone before he chuckles airily. his eyes widen when you don’t reply, only opening up the blanket with a laugh of your own— and you watch him soften immediately. “that’s more like it.” he breathes, wiggling a brow before crawling into bed with you— but instead of laying next to you he chooses to lean over you instead, propping himself up with his forearms “come on, babe. you still owe me a welcome home kiss.” you’d have rolled your eyes if he didn’t look so handsome when his features were laced with sleep— his golden eyes narrowing before focusing on your lips, eventually leaning down to meet them with his own “there we go, birdie. was that so hard?” “you’re so annoying.” “heh, yeah—but you love me, right?” he giggles, yes you do.
ఌ TODOROKI “i’m home, fuyumi gave me leftovers.” todoroki calls softly, as he makes his way into the living room to see you watching a movie, the sight alone causing a small smile to creep onto his face. “did you have a good time?” you ask, sitting up slowly as shoto approaches you, sitting on the other side of the couch before resting his hand on your calf over the blankets next to him as he nods “i wish you could’ve came.” the smooth tone of his voice has you melting before you open up the blanket to try and guide him in, giving him a knowing smile— only to be met with a little blank look in return as he stands again “are you hot? i can open the window.” he’s trying his best okay. you giggle a little as he gazes at you, waiting for your response and still a little confused while you shake the blanket “no, sho! get in.” you say giddily, watching him rub the back of his neck before gently sliding in next to you, being careful to make sure he doesn’t crush you in the process “you could’ve just asked normally.” “yeah i know but you’re too cute.” and your sudden compliment has him pulling you a little closer, a blush dusting his features. 
small cultural & Colombia related details from Encanto 🇨🇴 (part 4)
Vélez Santander trajes típicos - the dress that Mirabel wears is a traditional dress from Vélez (town in the Santander department in Colombia)
men wearing the guayabera shirts
drinking coffee at young age
the village was inspired by Barichara - town in the Santander department in Colombia
the acordeones, tambora and the tiple - typical instruments for Colombian music, traditional in Colombia
Agustín saying ¡Miércoles! - the literal meaning is “Wednesday” but in Colombia we use it as a light version of “oh shit” jajajaja
cucharón - HUGE wooden spoon
our habits - eating meals together
the church, the cross, priest and praying - most of Colombians are religious and Catholicism plays a huge role in our culture and daily life
Bruno’s toc toc toc toc tocó madera - tocar madera (knocking on wood) something that we do when we don’t want bad things to happen
I know I’ve said the next part of it would be short but then I decided to rewatch Encanto (for the 182628th time) and wrote down all of the things I was be able to notice about Colombia and my culture and yeah it turned out there is so much more to say and I may do part 5
Once again I want to say that I know that some of those things can also appear in other cultures but please avoid comments like “it’s not Colombian thing it’s [here a country/ethnicity] thing” etc because now we are focusing on the Colombian aspects of the movie plus such comments make me uncomfortable
I would also be grateful if you could avoid commenting about Raya and how you are mad because Disney disrespected your culture and how they only cared about Colombia and not South Asia. I understand you are mad and you have absolutely right to be but please don’t do it under my post
you smile against his skin, as you pepper soft kisses along his neck, up to his jaw and back down again.
he complains half-heartedly, but you know it's all for show, especially by the way he's craning his neck to the side, and tilting his head back. he swallows thickly, breathing heavily as he lets out a quiet, "don't do that."
you simply smirk, as he goes lax in your arms, letting his eyes flutter shut as you bite and suck at his skin teasingly softly. "don't lie to me and say you don't like it, katsuki." he almost whimpers at the teasing tone at which you whisper in his ear. "we both know you do."
he clenches his jaw, but stays still, silently begging you to keep going, and his eyes almost roll back when he feels your tongue trail along his skin again, wet and warm between soft kisses. he feels like he's going to explode, hips twitching to buck into the air.
"fuck, okay just–don't leave too many marks." he very easily gives in and you reward him by giving him what he's too afraid to ask for. you know sometimes he just wants to be taken care of, worshipped. and you're more than willing to give that to him.
tags: minors dni, afab reader, desperate!shigaraki, brief mention of a pocket pussy, unprotected sex, sex without prep, oral (f!receiving), creampie, cum eating, brief overstimulation, porn without plot
wc: 1k
“Do you need something?” You ask fondly, right hand raising to thread through Tomura’s hair. He’s looming over your body, supported by his forearms either side of your head, his game left on pause and abandoned.
He glares at the question, almost offended that you couldn’t read his mind. Tomura had no qualms about demanding things from you but he hated asking.
You knew what he wanted, though. You just thought he should use his words. In obvious confliction he takes his bottom lip between his teeth, chewing at the skin, and you press your thumb to his mouth to stop him.
“Don’t do that,” you murmur, his expression twisting into a scowl as the pad of your thumb wipes away the small smear of blood from his lip.
“Just—” he chokes on a low, frustrated snarl, gloved hands fisting into the plush of your pillows and rolling his hips forward, his hard cock pressing against you through the fabric of his sweats. He hisses with the movement, tucking his face into the crook of your neck, the friction sweet but still not enough.
"—wanna cum," he slurs.
“And you need me for that?” —You keep your tone light, eyes never leaving the screen of your phone, thoroughly enjoying his agitation — “why don’t you use your pocket pussy?”. Tomura was needy, insatiable, and more often than not you simply gave him what he wanted before he even knew he wanted it. But there were times that you liked him to work for it.
He exhales a broken groan, rutting between your legs in rough, short spurts as if he were still trying to restrain himself, the material of your shorts rubbing uncomfortably with the movement.
“Nothing feels as good as you,” he whines. His hands grope at the softness of your bare thighs, the seams of his leather artist gloves lightly scratching skin. A warmth blooms in your chest, endearment at his desperation, and a spark of pride at his confession.
You could deny him. Tomura was capable of committing heinous acts but he had never hurt you, nor had he ever forced you to do something. If you wished it, he would cum where he knelt, humping you like an animal in heat.
“Alright, baby. I’ll let you use me—” fingers soon curling into the waistband of your shorts, frantically tugging them over the curve of your hip, “—but be careful at first. Ok?”
The stretch of Tomura’s cock is more of an ache than it is a sting. You’re already a little wet as he sinks himself into your warm cunt, exhaling slowly to relax your muscles and accommodate him. His arms hook around your thighs and fold them against your chest, shuddering above you as he cages you beneath his body, whispering a chorus of stuttered ‘thank you’s into your hair.
“That’s it baby, take what you need”.
He loses himself in you, barely coherent and babbling. He was always so vocal, every thought that comes to his mind spilling from his mouth and your name spoken like a plea. Like a string pulled taut, Tomura snaps the moment your fingers brush the length of his spine, the slap of skin against skin reverberating throughout the bedroom.
“Kiss,” he pants against your cheek, and you turn your head to appease him. His tongue slides between your parted lips, messy and directionless, carried only by the need to be closer to you. He kisses you fervently, moaning into your mouth with every squeeze of your pussy. You feel the burn of your hamstrings, the ache in your hips and the swell of your unattended clit, breathing soft whimpers of your own.
When Tomura cums you almost don’t notice — because he doesn’t stop. Lewd, wet sounds echo in your ears, cum gradually slipping out of you onto the bed with each thrust of his softening cock. Wide crimson eyes bore into yours, wild and dilated, rolling into the back of his head as his knees shift, pressing you further into the bedsheets.
“S’it good, Tomura?” You murmur, attempting to coax him back to the surface.
“Hurts so good,” he hisses, expression twisting into a pained frown, mouth hung open and slick with spit. He ruts into you once, twice, before stilling his hips.
As he pulls out there’s an odd sense of emptiness. His shoulders rise and fall while he catches his breath, gaze drifting between your legs, watching your pussy clench around nothing, the last of his cum spilling onto the sheets.
He blinks slowly, contemplative, both gloved hands travelling the length of your thighs, and you startle when he bows forward to slide the flat of his tongue through your folds. You shake as Tomura laps up the remains of himself, fucking it back into you with his tongue, nose pressed against your swollen clit.
He inhales deeply, shamelessly, his fingers curling into the fat of your thighs, dimpling the skin. Loving praises tumble from your mouth and he finally, peers up at you from behind his bangs as he takes your clit between his lips, tantalising and softly rolling the tip of his tongue against you.
“Fuck,” you whine, head rolling forward and tucking your chin to your chest, brow furrowed in pleasure as you’re pulled closer to the edge. A pitched moan catches awkwardly in your throat, your hips moving of their own accord as your orgasm washes over you.
Tomura groans as if he were coming himself, relishing the taste, your body squirming beneath his unrelenting ministrations. With a firm grip of his hair you pull him from your pussy, overwhelmingly tender.
“Better?” You laugh softly, taking in his appearance.
He’s a sight to behold. Grinning, satisfied, head tilted and bearing his neck under your hold, chin and cheeks covered in cum and spit.
Virgin!Bakugou who has only gotten random blowjobs at bars when he goes out. But he's so eager to touch you and run his hands over your cute body. He can't help the small moans that leave his mouth when you show him how to touch you, he's so eager to hear those pretty sounds leave your mouth.
Mouth around your nipples, sucking lightly until you hold his hair and grind down on him making him bite you lightly, accidentally. He almost feels bad, but you're biting your lip and he can feel the wetness gushing on his thigh where you're sat so he does it again and again. Palms gripping your ass as he tugs you forward, his cock straining against his jeans and leaving a small wet patch on his boxers.
He's not sure where to put his hands when you blow him, drifting between midair and your head as he tries not to buck up into your wet mouth. The way your eyes look peering up at him under your lashes, lips stretched wide over his sick so obscene, he's biting his lip and trying to hard to be a gentleman but you keep saying shit like:
Go harder.
Keep going, Katsuki
I won't break.
More.
Don't stop.
And it's 100% your own fault when he flips you over, turning you on your stomach and sheathing himself inside you in one go. The way your wet walls clamp around him, your mouth open with a small squeal when he bottoms out, he almost came right there.
You know how obsessed I am with Virgin Bakugou!! Imagine him having absolutely no idea what the fuck he’s doing, aside from the couple of porn videos he’s undoubtedly seen. Hands chancing everything as he gropes your chest, the perceptive part of him listening to the way your breath hitches when he does it so he knows he’s doing something right. Continuing lower as he pulls more sweet sounds from your lips, each one making his cock throb between his thighs as he’s certain he won’t be able to last long.
He’s always held back before, all the other blowjobs he’s received in the past were merely to scratch an itch, to soothe the pent up tension building inside him so he could go back to focusing on work. But there’s something different about you?
Has to stop himself from cumming on sight the moment his eyes look down to see your cunt stretching around his thick cock as he finally slips inside your slick heat— wondering how he’s spent so long without feeling this. He’s gotta keep you quiet otherwise he’s going to cum, his palm reaching round to cup your mouth as he muffles your cries. Your lipstick staining his skin but he doesn’t care, driving his hips forward as he chances a rut of his hips. Your walls squeezing him perfectly, there’s no way he’ll last long no matter what he does, so he decides to give it to you hard and fast. Sloppily rutting his hips into your ass as your cries of pleasure vibrate against his hand.
You make him want to ruin you, just like you’re about to ruin him.
Manly hiking!!💪💪Bakugou’s pic will be included in our MHA fanbook [Sun-filled](the fanbook is already up for preorder, you can visit https://tamotaro.com/global-store/ to check it out!)
This is my submission for @kingkatsuki & @bakuroo-writings' Frozen Hearts Collab A huge thank you to Onyx for beta reading and helping me name this! Like everything else in my life, we're just gonna pretend this isn't late. This may or may not get a second part. We'll see how I feel.
Warnings: Unstable relationships, injury (reader gets burned), minor mention of blood.
Summary: You never thought Dabi would actually hurt you, he never thought he would hurt you either. Now what does he do?
Wc: 1632
Soft clouds of smoke dance and swirl around the shitty living room the two of you stand in. The tension in the room feels like it’s suffocating you as you stare at him. Small blue flames lick across his arms as he clenches his hands repeatedly. Neither one of you wants to make the first move here, you both know that this moment is verging on explosive. You’ve been arguing for what feels like hours, an empty bottle of whiskey sits on the floor, long forgotten as the liquor courses through his veins.
“You can’t treat me like this, Dabi.” You start, trying to stay as calm as possible. “I’m not your doormat and you know it.”
“If I treat you like such fucking shit, then why the fuck do you stick around? You act like you’re not to blame for all the shit here.”
“Don’t you dare fucking try and blame me for anything! I have stood by your side through everything. You’re the one that pushes me to the side all the damn time!”
“I wouldn’t have to fucking push you if you would just get the fuck away from me every once in a while! I don’t need your clingy, bitchy ass hanging off of me all the damn time!”
“At least, I’m not an emotionally distant psychopath!”
“Don’t act like you’re not as fucked up as I am because we both fucking know that you’re a fucking train wreck.”
“Fuck you! Fuck everything about you. Why are you such a piece of shit all the time?!” You shout, walking towards him. Stepping into his space, you raise a hand and press your pointer finger into the middle of his chest before letting your anger take over. “One day, I’m gonna walk out of that door and I’m gonna leave your sorry fucked up ass here to die alone.”
“Go right ahead. I don’t need a sorry little bitch like you around anyway.” Dabi growls, leaning down to get in your face. One of his hands grabs your wrist holding onto it tightly, you flinch slightly at the tight grip only for him to yank you closer and the scent of whiskey on his breath is almost unbearable. His voice drips with venom and the hand on your wrist slowly starts to heat up. “You act like you’re so much better than I am, but you’re fucking nothing. Just a sad, little gutter rat who wants to act like she’s something more, like she’s better than all of us, but you’re not shit.”
You try to free yourself from his grasp, but he holds firm while he speaks. Tears burn your eyes as the heat steadily increases burning your flesh until little blue flames flicker around his hand. Your other hand slaps at his chest as you try and wiggle yourself free.
“Dabi! Stop it! You’re hurting me!” You shriek, trying to plead with him to let you go. Suddenly, his flames extinguish and he’s shooting away from you. Clutching your arm to your chest, you stumble away from him, falling backwards as you trip on something. Looking up at him, you notice the look of pure shock written across his face as he stares at the fear written on yours.
“Y/n.” He tries slowly, taking a small step towards you.
“G-get out.” You whisper.
“Y/n.”
“I said get out! Get the fuck out!” You scream, scooting farther back until your back hits a wall. “Go.”
Cradling your arm, you watch him swallow roughly before finally turning and grabbing his jacket, heading out of the door with one last look at you. The burned skin is raw and red. You know this could have been worse - this was unusual, even for Dabi. He’d always done little things like heat a fingertip up and press it against you, but it was never hot enough to leave this kind of damage. It had always been done as a joke, you’d whine and swat at him, but this? This was different. This was fear inducing; you had never looked at him that way before. You had never actually been afraid of him before.
It’s a grueling week of not seeing you. He does everything to avoid you and let you work through what happened that night; he stays away but always keeps a close eye on you. He knows he fucked up - he’s well aware of that fact. It’s not like he can change it now; he hurt you. He did the one thing that he promised he would never do. It eats away at him slowly, replays in his mind constantly as he walks around the city. In all honesty, he never imagined he’d care enough about someone to feel actual regret for hurting them. Then he saw your face, the never ending fear and heartbreak swimming in your eyes.
You spend the week away from Dabi taking care of the burn on your arm and attempting to rid yourself of the fear you now had from the incident. Every time you leave your home, you can feel eyes on you. You know they’re his, you know it’s him, it’s always been him who watched you. Walking along the streets, you do your best not to think about him, not to think about the way you loved him, and the way you thought he had loved you.
After a week passes, you open your front door one morning to find a little stuffed bear on your doormat. Staring down at it questioningly, you step outside and look around for the person who set it there, but the moment you pick it up you know. The scent of cigarette smoke and cologne wraps around you as soon as you pick it up and you know. The scent sends an oddly comforting feeling throughout your body, the subtle sob of your forearm reminds you why he isn’t around. Reminds you that this isn’t his normal disappearing act. You asked him to leave. You needed him to leave. Looking at the little bear, you set it back down and go back inside, pretending you never saw it. Dabi watches from the shadows and lets out an annoyed little huff. It becomes a thing between the two of you. He leaves a gift on your doorstep, you find it, look it over and set it off to the side, so it’s easier to step around. This goes on for almost another week before he can’t take it anymore.
Almost two weeks after he burned you, Dabi finally walks up to your door and knocks, which on its own feels totally foreign. He stands there, fists clenched, teeth grinding until you finally pull open the door.
“When is this going to be over? When can I come home?” He grunts out. “I gave you space. I let your arm heal.”
“That’s what you have to say to me? You burned me, told me you didn’t need me and that I was just a sad little gutter rat looking for love, and you ask when you can come home?”
“What else am I supposed to do, y/n?”
“You’re supposed to not be an ass. You’re supposed to apologize for hurting me and make me believe that you actually care about me, but you don’t. Clearly, you don’t and you never did.”
“Look, I'm sorry. I fucked up and burned you. Just let me come home so we can fucking move on already.”
“I shouldn’t have to prompt you to apologize to me, Dabi. Move on? You want me just to move on from you burning me? How do I move on, Dabi?” You yank up the loose sleeve of your sweater and hold your burned arm up. “How do I move on when every time I see this or it hurts, all I see is your hand wrapped around me? How do I move on when I can still hear the way you talked to me and the way you looked at me while you did it? How the fuck do I move on when I know you care so little about me that you left burns that will probably leave permanent scars?”
Dabi looks over your arm, face pinching up as regret tugs at his heart. The movement of a soft sting tugging under his eye has him wince slightly before he feels the warm trickle of blood. “I said I fucked up and didn’t mean to do it, ok? Just let me come home.”
“No. No, it’s not ok and I don’t know if it’ll ever be ok!” You shout as tears start to burn your eyes.
“Doll. . .”
“Don’t doll me, Dabi. This was more than you just fucking up. I can’t look at you the same way. Right now, I actually find it really hard to look at you at all. So, if you care about me at all, do me a huge favor and just stay the fuck away from me. You’ve done your damage now just leave me alone.”
You don’t give him a chance to reply before you step back inside and slam the door shut in his face. Leaning back against the door you fight the urge to open it and let him in. Locking the door, you move through the apartment and curl up on your bed as tears stream down your face. On the other side of the door, Dabi stares at the spot you had just occupied before swallowing roughly and stumbling backwards. His heart beats out of control as he processes what just happened. This isn’t how this was supposed to happen; you were supposed to let him in so he could fix this. He was supposed to be able to fix this.
❧ ; SYNOPSIS. your birthday has rolled around again and despite the party he’s thrown in your honour, your pro hero boyfriend, eijirou kirishima, has plans to celebrate in other ways.
❧ ; cpu characters. eijirou kirishima x afab!reader.
❧ ; word count. 1.9K
❧ ; genre + rating. pro hero!au, angst, fluff, smut, 18+, minors do not interact !!
❧ ; game warnings. - proceed with caution !! characters are in their twenties, pure filth, smut, unprotected sex, fingering, blowjobs, daddy!kink, praise!kink, soft dom!kirishima, sex in a closet.
❧ ; streamer commentary. happy saturday my loves !! i hope you’ve been taking care of yourselves! thank you so much to my baby @drakendme for commissioning me this kirishima piece !! and to @katsu-s for beta reading !! enjoy <3 m.list. + tip jar.
“where’ve you been baby? fuck, i missed you,”
frazzled from being whisked away from a party hosted in your name, your eyes shoot upwards to meet frantic garnet ones— lined with the familiar spark of lust that you know oh so well, sending a strike of warmth down your spine. “feel like i haven’t seen you all night,” kirishima groans, hands flying from your wrist which he’d pulled you into the closet by to the soft flesh of your waist, mapping out your curves with desire-filled familiarity. “fuck, were you always this soft?”
Accidentally Walking in on the BNHA Boys (+ a couple teachers) Masturbating
Who …
Nearly jumps out of his skin when you open the door, but he isn’t quick enough to cover up before you see everything, so he just freezes in place, hand still wrapped around his cock, and definitely whines when you ask if you can join in?
You stand in the doorway, eyes locked on his (surprisingly), painfully aware of his naked lower half and right hand still wrapped around his dripping cock. Heat pools in your gut and completely on impulse, you ask, “Want some company?”
The way he whines at the question, mouth dropping open in a gasp as he slowly, achingly slowly begins to slide his hand back up his length is enough of an answer. You move fully into the room, shutting the door behind you, mouth watering at the thought of getting your hands on him.
IIDA, Ojiro, Kaminari, Satou, Tokoyami
Is ashamed and weakly asks you to leave, but he’s so close he can’t make himself stop, but when you ask if you can join, he groans low and forces himself to release his dick, wanting to make it last as long as he can?
“Fuck, close the door.” He doesn’t realize how vague that sounds, he’s too lost to the way his body feels, back arching as he feels the telltale signs of his orgasm beginning to approach.
He looks delicious, laid out all open and flushed, and you make the decision to close the door … behind you. The look in his eyes makes your insides twist in the best way, but for good measure you ask, “Can I help?”
You can see the cogs turn in his head, the deep groan as he releases his cock, confirming to you that he really wants you. He holds out a hand, chest heaving, and says, “Come on, baby. Help me out.”
KIRISHIMA, Toshinori, Aoyama, Shouji, Sero
Simply does not care that you’re there, he’s too lost in how good he feels and just tells you “in or out,” and laughs breathlessly when you choose “in,” beckoning you over with the promise of making you feel just as good?
“In our out, sweetie,” he grunts, spreading his legs further apart, never once slowing down. You feel your face and chest flush and before you can talk yourself out of it, you step in fully and shut the door.
His moan turns into a laugh, free hand making a suggestive come hither motion. On unsteady legs, you make your way over to him, whimpering when he runs those fingers over your hip.
“How about you sit on my face, yeah?” He smirks at the look on your face as you hurry to undo your pants and shove them down your legs. “I’m great with multitasking.”
warnings: inexperienced pro hero!bakugou. f! reader, he almost cums when he bottoms out, this is really just scratching the surface on my thoughts on this but for now..
it was never something that bakugou thought about, his mind too preoccupied with becoming one of the top heroes that he couldn’t afford any distractions.. until he met, you.
you were so pretty, sweet and caring despite his more prickly exterior so can you really blame him for warming up to you so quickly? pushing your way into his everyday thoughts until suddenly he’s stuck thinking about you when his large hand is wrapped around the base of his heavy, leaking cock.
but this, is so much better than he could’ve ever imagined, bakugou thinks as his jaw clenches when his heavy red irises stare down at you a little wide and earnest. “fuck—“ the blonde mumbles, low and gravely when his hands trace along your bare skin to rest on your hips and you whimper, leaning into the touch when you feel the heat of his palm because you’d waited so long for this, well acquainted with nights of dry humping and heavy make out sessions but you’d always been patient with him.
you blink up at him, keeping the silence between you both except from a few shaky exhales from your boyfriend above you, but when you shake your hips a little you watch him blink out his haze with a pink cheeked grumble. “you sure you’re good with this?” katsuki breathes, a trembling undercurrent to his voice that’s barely noticeable as he looms over you, suddenly seeming so much bigger than you at this angle, and you both inhale sharply when the blunt head of his cock rubs along your slick folds.
“yeah, i’m good.” you hum and he nods, placing an open mouthed kiss against your cheek before reaching down between your bodies to grab the base of his cock, lining himself up.
“‘m gonna—“ he grumbles and the first swipe of his cock along your folds is clumsy, a little too eager. you hear him curse under his breath with a frown before he stumbles back to try again, but you shift, allowing your hand to rest over his when you help him and you watch the furrow of his brows drop when he looks up at you, the fat head of his cock finally finding the entrance of your flexing cunt.
katsuki groans when he finally pushes past your folds, his hand squeezing your hips as he sinks his cock into your warm cunt, your walls flexing harder around him the deeper he goes. “h-holy fuckin’ shit, babe—fuckin’ tight.” he grunts and you reward the stretch with another squeeze around his blunt head when it glides along the spot that has your thighs twitching either side of him.
“fuck—you’re okay?” he asks again and you nod, legs widening to allow him to sink deeper with a sound that’s nothing more than a needy, breathless whine when you feel him bottom out with a low growl and a pleased hiss. he leans over you as he lets you adjust, pushing his face into the crook of your neck and you feel his fingers flex even tighter into your hips when you shuffle under him after a few moments, your pussy pulsing around his cock eagerly, pulling a more breathless curse from the man above you before he pulls back to frown at you, flushed to his chest and already fucked out as his cock twitches inside of you.
“shit—just, just fuckin’ gimme a minute. quit moving—fuck. feels too good.”
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