content, dabi smut prompt, 2am thoughts, unfinished smut (idk if I should finish it atp) its supposed to be a dabi x oc :D
18+ read at your own risk.
"You like it when others know, don't you?" Dabi taunted, his voice husky with desire. "Feeling exposed and vulnerable, unable to hide your desires. It excites you, doesn't it?" With those words, he curled his fingers inside you, his thumb continuing its relentless assault on your clit. He could feel your release building, the tension in your body reaching its peak, and he was determined to push you over that edge, regardless of who might be listening on the other end of the call. "What a fucking whore you are, might as well fuck you out in public," he grinned at the thought.
here is a post for my oc Ember Okasaki for my hero academia, i don’t own my hero academia, but i do own my oc. I hope you guys enjoy my art so see you guys later.
#. synopsis! — katsuki picked up the courage to tell him .
#. characters! — ikari kazuyuki .
#. warnings! — potential spoilers for my series nefarious , swearing , male x male oc , not proofread .
#. word count! — 448
#. masterlist!
a/n : i might rewrite it later on but enjoy this! i had a lot of fun writing lol
11:30 p.m. december 31.
kazuyuki sighs as he packed up his things. it’s his last day at katsuki’s home. these past few days have been indeed eventful but it was his time to go.
“oi ikari.” said katsuki as he entered the guest room where kazuyuki has been staying. “mom said— where the hell are you going?”
kazuyuki looked at him confused as he stopped packing up his electronics.
“..it’s december 31? its almost new years… you told me that—” kazuyuki was trying to explain when katsuki stomped towards him, anger displayed across his face as he gripped his arms tightly. “b-bakugō-kun?” kazuyuki stuttered. he was expecting katsuki to blow him up like he did others when they annoyed him.
“are you stupid or what, ikari?” he says as he examined the outfit of the tall boy in front of him. he was wearing a blue oversized hoodie, black shorts, and black slippers. “good enough, let’s go.” he says, dragging kazuyuki by his arm.
“bakugō-kun!” “call me katsuki. you’re too formal for shit.” the blond managed to utter. “you’re on a first-name basis with my parents but still can’t call me by my first name.”
kazuyuki’s ears were red as katsuki’s eyes. he couldn’t say anything else as he let katsuki drag him to god knows where.
“ah! kazuyuki, there you are! I thought my gremlin of a son scared you away!” mitsuki says as she stopped in the midst of cutting vegetables as she noticed that katsuki was burning mad that you can practically see smoke coming out of his ears. “where are you two going?”
“by the park old hag!” he yells as mitsuki’s eyes brightened up.
as the two left the house, kazuyuki can’t help but feel panicky that he has done something wrong to annoy katsuki to this extent.
“oi, kazu.” said katsuki as kazuyuki felt the sand hit his feet.
“what’s wrong katsuki?” kazuyuki uttered as katsuki released him from his hold.
katsuki can’t explain how much he enjoys hearing kazuyuki call his own name. it was ethereal. his heart felt so light and happy. something he had never experienced before.
“kazu.” he says. needless to say, he was nervous. he was making small explosions to avoid his hands going cold. “I—” he stuttered. “you know what? fuck it.” he grabbed kazuyuki by his collar and he kissed him aggressively.
“just watch the fireworks.” he says, pushing the snowy-haired teen away.
“katsuki..” he was lost for words.
kazuyuki’s hands rested on katsuki’s cheek as he spoke softly.
“愛してる、katsuki-kun.” katsuki felt his heart going crazy as he kissed him again.
by now, the fireworks are erupting. pretty colours painting the night sky.
#. warnings! — bnha x oc , talks about trauma , ooc , personal headcannons .
#. word count! — 757 .
#. masterlist!
“i can’t believe this kid is the villain akumu.” said a worker as they stared at the surveillance video in front of them. they were tasked to watch over his containment cell in case something terrible happens. knowing akumu, he’s unpredictable.
“i know right, it’s scary nowadays, criminals are everywhere. may it be a child or an old person.” another one spoke out, shivers running down their spine at the thought of villains.
on the other side, akumu sighs heavily, chains on both wrists and ankles. his neck was itchy, and so is every part of his body. despite his calm demeanour, he was panicking upon seeing midnight as one of the heroes who personally arrested him and took him to this cell. his ears were ringing due to the constant quietness of the room and rattling the chains wasn’t helping the problem. he needed to escape this damn prison room because in the past 48 hours no heroes have visited him and asked him stupid questions and with midnight in the picture, she might’ve recognised him and kazehana.
it was like history repeating itself.
the two heroes who were dispatched; present mic and midnight are walking up to an apartment complex in their civilian clothes. they thought its best to approach as a civilian.
“nemuri, i’m kinda worried about this, shouldn’t we at least brought back up?” hizashi says, he was more worried about kazehana seeing how this neighbourhood is full of lowly villains and if they were ambushed right away, kazehana might get injured, or even worse, get killed in the crossfire.
“kazehana might not speak with us if she sees a crowd of heroes, when i last met her, she was careful, she took random turns just in case we were being followed. this young girl is smart.” says nemuri. “i’m worried too hizashi but there’s no other way we can bring her in by her own will.” she then took the step up the metal stairs. she was slightly annoyed how these stairs look unstable.
she sighs, worry clouding her mind again, she remembered how kazehana talked to her about her older sibling. she made him sound like a saint. when she actually met him, no one would suspect that this kid— this kid who takes care of his sister alone and is loved by people around him be a vicious villain. they had more than one encounter, nemuri saw how he was loved by everyone. nobody would suspect him. not even nemuri suspected anything wrong.
“room 422.” said hizashi.
nemuri sighs as she knocked twice on the door as everything went quiet except for the obvious sizzling inside this house and the news on t.v practically on blast. but no one was answering.
she tries again. she knocked 2 times and spoke loudly. “kazehana? it’s me nemuri-onee-san!” with those words, she heard loud running as the store was slammed open, on the other side, kazehana was smiling brightly, she was even prettier than before even hizashi was dumbfounded. what a glow-up at such a young age.
she looked exactly the same as akumu, with some differences of course but the facial features, the eyes, and even the hair look exactly the same.
“onee-chan!-” she says, excited to see nemuri again but she saw someone else which caused her to slam the door shut from fear.
“hana-chan? is everything okay?” nemuri asks as she looked at hizashi worriedly.
“nee-san, who is that.. were you followed? should i call onii-chan..?” she says, her hands slightly shaking from the traumatic memories, wanting to press the call button but then—
“hana-chan, gomen— onee-chan isn’t being followed.” nemuri squatted down, she kind of forgot how kazehana reacts to strangers. “this is hizashi-onii-chan and he is my friend!” she says cheerfully as kazehana slowly opens the door to look at the blond. he seems kind. his blond hair was in a bun and he wore a black jacket. she immediately hugged nemuri and has no intention of letting go. she was protective over her as the two adults practically melted under her glare, nemuri was the first one to crack and hizashi followed. the air was filled with laughter.
akumu was woken up in his deep slumber, his heart felt heavy, and started to throb with each beat. he knew something was wrong— he knew it— his eyes latched onto the wall clock as he read the time.
9:44.
“fuck.” he said. the first words he said being in this hellhole were fuck.
