Prompt/Event: Prompt/Day 17. "You're playing with fire." for Sparktember by @monthlywritingchallenges
Warnings: Semi-Public Sex, Voyeurism, Standing Sex, ‘Doll’, ‘Sweetheart’, 'Doll face’ as nicknames and Praise
WC: 3,239
Note: I will say that I definitely enjoyed writing this one as Dabi is one of my favorite characters from MHA to write for (even though I've only done a couple of things for him thus far lmao! And I will be doing more for him in the future don't you worry!), but I will say, coming up with how to end this story without giving it a really crappy ending (which it still is; at least in my opinion) was harder than I thought it was going to be. Also, I just want to clarify that the prompt that's for the event that's in this story is not a dialogue sense, like how it is in the event list. And that's how I came to write it out as, as I really couldn't think of a way to incorporate it as something either Dabi or the reader says in this situation... And trust me... I tried to find a way, but it just didn't work out in the end... Anyway, I really hope you guys enjoy it, even with the crappy ending! Enjoy!!!
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You let out a tired sigh as you continue to walk down the sidewalk on a dark, deserted street, heading home after a long day of patrol as a well-known Pro Hero.
As you walk down the street, you start to feel like you're being watched and followed.
Knowing that if it were a civilian following you, they would've yelled out your pro hero name by now, as you're still in your pro hero suit.
Whirling around to look behind you, you see nothing and no one following you.
You let out a sigh as you run your fingers through your hair, muttering to yourself. "Geez, I'm so tired that I'm getting paranoid..."
You turn back around and start walking down the street again, just wanting to get home so that you can get some sleep.
Coming around the final corner before you reach your apartment building, you're suddenly pulled into the alley to your right and pushed up against the brick wall of a building.
*UGH!* "Let me go you creep, or I'll kick your ass!" you hiss.
"Oh really?" a very familiar voice rasps in your ear, causing you to tense up. "I'd like to see you try, little hero."
That makes you look up at him with a glare before you push him off of you. "What the hell are you doing here Dabi?"
"I was just in the neighborhood, and figured I'd see my favorite girl." he smirks.
You roll your eyes at that before meeting his eyes again. "Go to hell."
"Aw, come on, doll. Don't be like that," he says, stepping even closer to you, his smirk widening as he does so. "You and I both know you're happy to see me."
"Fuck you." you growl.
"You'd like that wouldn't you?" he asks, a cocky smirk on his face as he leans closer to you, which causes your glare to intensify.
"You know I could kick your ass and arrest you right here and now, and you'd be spending the rest of your life in prison, right?" you question.
Dabi chuckles at your words, leaning even closer to you, his bright blue eyes shining from the streetlamp at the end of the alleyway. "Oh, I'd like to see you try."
That's when he leans forward even more before he kisses you passionately.
God, you hate him so fucking much.
At the same time though, you can't get enough of it.
The feeling of his lips against yours is intoxicating.
You know that you shouldn't even be letting this happen right now.
You should use the quirk nulling handcuffs that are looped around your belt to arrest him.
But no, you're standing here in a dark alleyway, making out with a wanted criminal, where anyone could walk by and see the two of you.
You honestly don't know why this keeps happening...
Maybe it's the danger of it?
You're a well-known pro hero and he's one of the most notorious and dangerous villains and members of the League of Villains.
For whatever reason though, you and Dabi have been ending up like this several times over last year, and as much as you want to fight your desire when it comes to him.
You can't.
You and Dabi are on opposites sides.
He's a dangerous villain.
And you're a Pro Hero who has dedicated your life to protect the general public from villains.
Villains, like Dabi.
So, when it comes to your relationship, or whatever it is that you have with him... it's forbidden, and the two of you shouldn't be doing this at all...
You're playing with fire by doing this with him... Both literally and figuratively...
With that thought running through your head, you pull away from him.
"We need to stop doing this." you say, your hand on his chest, keeping him arms-length from you.
"Oh, come on, doll." Dabi begins as his arms grab at your waist, pulling you into his chest. "We both know that you can't resist me."
He's right.
You can't resist him.
No matter how hard you try...
Your eyes avert to the side, as you don't want to meet his eyes since you know he's right, no matter how hard you try and deny it.
"Look at me, doll." Dabi whispers as you feel his hand come up to your cheek gently, surprising you because you've never had him touch you so gently before.
His hand causes your gaze to move to where you're looking up at him again.
And once your eyes meet his bright blue eyes, you see his gaze rake over your body again, making you wish wholeheartedly that you could stop your heart from beating so fast, as you can feel it thumping against your ribcage.
To say that you’re not really sure as to what it is about Dabi that makes you attracted to him in an understatement…
You really do think that it's the danger of being this close to him, especially as a Pro since you know that he despises pro heroes.
The daddy issues he has are also a possible factor, given his mysterious nature.
Or maybe it’s the utterly horrifying idea that you genuinely care about him.
You don't really know for sure, all you know is you’re just wrapped around his scarred fingers.
And he’s obviously very aware of that.
Just as you think that, you watch as he hooks his scarred index finger under the strap of your hero costume, pulling it down your shoulder at a slow, languid pace, his blue eyes tracing over the exposed skin of your shoulder which causes you to gulp.
“I like your new costume sweetheart. It’s simple, yet skimpy at the same time.”
His tongue runs over the edge of one of his incisors, his piercings catching the low light as his blue eyes meet your (e/c) ones as he smirks down at you. “It’s like you’re asking for trouble.”
"Well, maybe I am looking for trouble," you shrug, your gaze not faltering as the two of you stare at each other intensely.
He must've seen something in your expression as the hand that he had on your cheek grips your chin tightly, pulling your face closer to his, to the point your face is mere inches away from his.
Still staring into his eyes, his gaze is dark, hungry, and more than a little dangerous. “Well then dollface, are you here to get dicked down or what?”
At his question, your heart races against your chest.
You know that you shouldn't.
If you're caught like this with him, your career and life as a Pro Hero will be over.
In this moment though, you honestly don't give a damn.
You try to sound nonchalant as you answer his question, but your voice is high and tight in your throat. “If that’s what you want.”
“Awe, come on now, lil hero. Don’t be a brat.” he grins, pulling your head higher so that your lips are nearly brushing his. “Lemme hear you say it. Tell me you want to get fucked.”
“I-” You start, but you hesitate as he takes your hand in his free one and, for a split second, it’s sweet- but then he guides your hand down to the front of his pants, cupping it over his crotch to feel the beginning of his excitement. “Say you wanna get fucked like the bad lil girl that you are.”
You swallow, and then gently squeeze his cock. “I want you to have sex with me Dabi.”
“Nuh-uh. That’s not what I said.” he tuts gently, his lips brushing against yours, blue eyes never leaving yours. "I said 'say you want me to fuck you.'”
You gulp, hesitating for a moment.
"What’s your answer doll?” he asks, still staring into your eyes intently.
“…I want you to fuck me.” you say, your voice somewhat desperate.
“Aw, you dirty girl.” he purrs with a cocky smirk. “What would everybody think? The perfect little pro hero, begging for a villain’s cock?”
“I-” you start to protest but Dabi closes the gap between you and him, catching your bottom lip between his teeth- hard which causes you to let out a squeak against his lips from the pain.
This causes him to not waste any time or the opportunity to put his tongue into your mouth; his tongue finding yours immediately.
With a groan, he breaks the kiss a few moments later and you see a string of saliva connecting your lips to his.
"Dabi, I-" you start only for him to cut you off.
“Turn around for me doll face.”
"Wh-?" you're cut off yet again as he grabs your hand in his, pulling you down the alley and around a corner before twisting you around to where your chest is against the wall and your back is to him.
You grunt as your cheek scrapes against the brick of the wall that's now in front of you.
You can’t focus on the pain very long though, as you feel the heat of his hands: one holding you still against the wall and the other sliding up your leg and in between your thighs.
“H-here?” you squeak. “B-But-, some-someone could see us. Let's just-”
“So what?” Dabi chuckles lowly as he leans in close to your ear, his torso pressed up against your back. “What’s wrong with a little risk?” he continues to question as he smacks your ass, which makes you yelp.
“Dabi, no, I-” you try to protest, but he cuts you off by quickly pulling down the bottoms of your costume - which are basically short shorts - exposing your lacy panties to the night air.
”Well, won't look at that... Very sexy.” he coos almost mockingly as he palms your ass before pulling the elastic of your panties so taut that it digs into your skin before letting go a second later, the elastic snapping against your skin, which causes you to flinch.
“You’re a sensitive little thing, are n'tcha sweetheart?” he asks you smugly as he grinds up against you, the rough fabric of his jeans doing nothing to hide the swell of his cock.
At the feeling of his bulge rubbing against your ass cheeks, you bite your lip, stifling a moan as the friction of his jeans burns against your skin.
“You sure you can handle me, sweetheart?” He asks as he tugs you closer by both of your biceps, causing your back to arch and your head to fall back onto his shoulder, his eyes meeting yours. “I’d be so sad if I broke you.”
"No you wouldn't." you argue back, your eyes still locked with his as your hand reaches back behind you and down his front, your thumb dipping into the waistband while your fingers roll over the buckle of his belt.
“Yeah, you're right.” He snickers as he helps you unclasp the buckle, the gentle tinkling of his belt being the only sound echoing through the empty alleyway.
That’s when everything dangerous and risky about your 'relationship' with Dabi hits you like you had been hit by a bus... - despite the late hour, someone could approach at any moment and catch you, a well-known and popular Pro Hero being fucked in a dark alleyway by a wanted criminal.
The scrape of denim against your skin is replaced by hot, smooth skin and a trickle of his happy trail which makes your pussy clench at the feeling.
'I'm so fucking screwed...' you can't help but think to yourself as you feel Dabi's cock fall against your folds, the warm trickle of his precum grazing your ass cheeks.
“Fuck–!” he groans as he ruts up against you unexpectedly, which causes you to let out a surprised squeak at the feeling.
“You’re fucking dripping-” he growls as his cock slides against you, the wetness of your arousal letting him easily slip between your thighs which causes a whine to escape your throat before you can stop it.
"You're such a needy little thing huh?" he asks with a slight growl as he pulls away from you for a moment, causing you to look back at him.
“I’ll make sure you get what you need.” He continues, digging into his pocket, pulling out a gold foil packet, and flashing it at you.
Before the first time the two had started having sex like this, you had both agreed to use protection every time - with your insistence of course as he was not really interested in using protection at first.
"Hurry it up already..." you can't help but whine as he rips open the wrapper with his teeth before rolling the condom on.
"Patience, doll face," he coos to you as the condom covers his length. "I'mma give you what you want."
"Well then hurry the fuck up." you growl to him as you wiggle back against him.
"Such a needy little thing." he smirks as his fat cock begins to enter you.
You expect him to fully bury himself in one stroke like he always does, but he stays still, his cock barely past the petals of your pussy.
Getting impatient, you wiggle back against him again, desperate for more but he braces against you.
"I thought I told you to be patient." he growls as he shoves you forward, causing your face to be smushed into the brick wall. “Lemme enjoy this properly.”
You grunt as you teeter on the heels of your boots, legs already shaking as he finally rolls his hips forward inch by inch.
As he does this, you hear him mutter something that you can't fully understand as you're distracted by the feeling of him inside of you, but you do catch snippets of him cursing and giving you praise.
His pace is unusually slow, letting you savor the feeling and fullness of his cock before he pulls back to where just the tip is still inside of you.
"Fuck." he growls, his warm breath blowing uncomfortably against the back of your neck. "You feel so fucking good."
You groan in reply as he continues his slow pace, the hand on your hip - unnaturally warm; almost burning- slips around to the front of your panties, dipping into the fabric to trace supple circles around your clit.
You moan gently at the feeling of his finger against your clit, along with his cock as it slowly moves in and out of you.
It’s nice- soft and gentle- but you don’t fuck Dabi to be gentle.
Getting impatient, you push up against the wall, forcing him to sink into you, hard.
“Fucking hell-” he chokes out with a groan as you start bucking against him.
As you continue to move against him, he holds your waist for leverage as you continue to push and pull down his length faster and faster.
“Fuck yeah~. That’s it-” he groans. “Oh, good fucking girl-”
Hearing him praise you like that causes you to let out a moan, a moan that’s lewd, filling the empty street and alleyway as Dabi does nothing to muffle or stop it.
Of course, he doesn’t - he likes the risk.
He wants to get caught with you like this.
He wants people to see him splitting you in half with his cock.
Once you get the rhythm and speed that he wants, Dabi’s scarred hands travel up from your waist and up to your breasts, palming your tits through the fabric of your costume greedily.
His grip on your breasts is rough, almost bruising, as if he’s squishing your breasts solely for his own pleasure.
“So soft,” he breathes into your ear after a moment which causes you to arch your back into him from the pleasure.
After a few moments of fondling your breasts through the fabric of your costume, he decides that that’s not enough as he quickly pushes the fabric of your top up and over your chest, his fingers digging into the fat of your breasts.
Then with a firm tug on your bra, lowering it, freeing one of your tits into the cool night air.
You don’t even have time to shiver before his hand takes its place against it.
Dabi always runs warm, but there’s something about having sex with him - or maybe it’s the physical contact - makes him hot.
The stroke of his hands, his lips across your shoulder blade, his stomach against your back - leaving a phantom feeling against your skin as his hands and body move against you, leaving trails of goosebumps where the heat used to be.
Even through the condom, his cock radiates heat deep inside your cunt, twitching and pulsing with every stroke.
”Fuck. Daabiii~!“ you moan as his fingertips roll against your clit steadily. “I-I’m g-gonna c-cum~!”
“Y-you gonna cum for me doll? Gonna let me f-feel all of it?” he asks through his teeth.
“Yes!” you squeak out before letting out another moan.
After another moment, the pressure on your clit along with the feeling of his cock inside of you becomes too much for you, your orgasm rushing over you, your knees wobbling and threatening to give out from underneath you as your high rushes through your body in waves.
Dabi’s lips find your neck, right below your jaw, causing you to let out a moan as he flicks his tongue over your skin before you feel a sharp pain from his teeth digging into your soft spot.
“Fuck…” you whimper as you stop moving, trying to catch your breath.
“C'mere sweetheart.” he says as he slowly turns you around so that you’re facing him.
Your eyes meet his bright blue eyes as you face him fully for a moment before he smashes his lips against yours, causing you to moan against his lips as he wraps his arms around your back and waist, picking you up and pushing you up against the brick wall..
You moan against his lips again as your legs wrap around his waist just before his cock slides inside of you again.
“Yeah, sweetheart~.” Dabi growls into your ear as he continues to pound into you. “Ya like getting fucked by my cock? Hmmm?”
“Fuck! YES!” you moan as you feel the overstimulation hitting you, your pussy twitching with every stroke that he makes.
“Fuck-!….. Dabi… Is t-too much…” you hiccup as you caress his face which causes him to nuzzle into your hand, surprising you slightly.
“Just- just take it.” he growls as his pace suddenly goes lopsided, as he starts to cum.
“Shit-!” he growls as you start feeling a warmth spread inside of your pussy as he begins to cum inside the condom.
For a moment, the warmth feels good, until it’s unbearably hot.
“D-Dabi-…” you start as you try to pull away from him, but he keeps you in between the wall and him. “G-get off… Y-you’re t-too hot…”
It takes him a few moments, but he slowly withdraws from you, all the while helping you to your feet, making sure that you’re steady on your feet for a second before peeling the condom off and tossing it to the side.
“Well doll face, you satisfied?” he asks as he glances over at you as you adjust your outfit.
You feel your face heat up at his question, as you are definitely satisfied with how he just fucked you.
Even if it’s wrong.
Even if you can’t resist him no matter how hard you try.
Cw: established relationship, fluff, slight angst, no smut
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Sunlight streamed in through the windows, its golden light caressing Pure Vanilla Cookie’s sleeping face.
Shadow Milk Cookie was awake. He had been for a long time. But he couldn’t help but feel glad. Because he could just gaze in awe at Pure Vanilla Cookie’s peaceful expression and thank his lucky stars that such a beautiful Cookie had been created.
Shadow Milk Cookie was no stranger to sleepless nights. He was simply too energetic. He had things to do, places to be, tricks to play. But with Pure Vanilla Cookie, even though he still couldn’t sleep, he could relax.
Pure Vanilla Cookie yawned and rolled on his side, facing Shadow Milk Cookie. His golden hair cascaded over his closed eyes.
In times like these, Shadow Milk Cookie couldn’t help but feel a flicker of doubt.
Was this real? Was Pure Vanilla Cookie really sleeping in his bed, looking the most relaxed the jester had ever seen him?
Or was this another one of Shadow Milk Cookie’s lies, a trick he was playing on himself this time?
Pure Vanilla Cookie shifted and wrapped his arms around Shadow Milk Cookie, laying his head on the latter’s chest.
And in that moment, because of that flicker of doubt, Shadow Milk Cookie almost pushed him away.
Then, the sun’s light gently settled into Pure Vanilla Cookie’s sleeping face, and Shadow Milk Cookie knew that flicker of doubt was just that: a flicker.
The jester held the golden-haired cookie close, his arms—and hair—wrapping around his lover.
He closed his eyes.
And although sleep still didn’t come, Shadow Milk Cookie felt the flicker of doubt inside him vanish completely, like clouds before the sun’s golden light.
The sun was setting below the horizon, painting the sky above the island in warm, pastel hues. The house smelled of tea and persimmons. The silence was not tense but peaceful, broken only by the crackling of firewood in the fireplace.
Jack sat on the floor, leaning his back against the sofa, while Tia settled between his legs, resting her head against his chest. His fingers slowly combed through her hair. In her hands was a long-forgotten book.
His other hand lay atop hers on her knee. He traced her knuckles with his thumb, then higher, along the long scar on her forearm. Each touch was a quiet, memorized confession.
He intertwined his fingers with hers and brought her hand to his face, pressing his lips to the place where the scar began.
And then it happened.
Where their fingers intertwined, a spark ran between them.
Not a metaphorical one. But a real, genuine electric spark. Tiny yet bright, a white flash. It was warm and slightly ticklish.
Tia flinched in surprise and let out a soft laugh.
Jack looked at his fingers.
"Whoa!" His voice was low, filled with genuine astonishment.
"Whoa," her eyes shone warmer than the fireplace. Sparks of amusement and tenderness danced in them.
A touch like a spark. Not as a harbinger of a storm, but as a confirmation of their connection. Like a little personal miracle, understood only by the two of them.
The room was steeped in thick silence. Only the breath of wind slipped through the half-open window, carrying the chill of night. Outside, everything slept: the street, the rooftops, even the dogs. Inside lingered the acrid scent of sex, of wine spilled on the floor, of sweat still glistening on their skin.
Venec sprawled on his back, mouth slightly open, breath short, hair plastered to his forehead. His ribs rose and fell too fast, but he didn’t care. He didn’t want to move. Not yet. The heat clinging to his belly, his chest, his thighs was still too good, too dense. It burned his skin as much as it soothed it.
He turned his head and saw him. Alzagar, half on him, half against him. His cheek pressed to Venec’s shoulder, his arm heavy across his stomach. His skin, slick, radiated raw heat, animal, as if he had just come out of a forge. And yet, from the window, a draft slid in and brushed their bare bodies. The contrast made Venec smile: the fresh bite of outside air against the blaze within.
He barely moved, running a hand through Alzagar’s damp hair. It stuck, thick, clumped with sweat. The touch widened his grin.
“You notice? You and me, we’re like two coals in the wind. We never burn out.”
Alzagar groaned, eyes still shut. Then a long sigh, before he broke the silence:
“You just can’t help yourself, can you?”
“Help what?”
“Talking. Always. Nonstop.”
Venec chuckled, his rough voice echoing in the room.
“Maybe… but you seemed to like it five minutes ago.”
No answer. Silence crept back in, broken only by their mingled breath. Venec felt it then: Alzagar’s arm pressed firmer, his fingers gripping his hip like he meant to pin him to the mattress.
For once, Venec stopped joking. He let himself fall quiet, rare as that was for him. He shut his eyes. The cool of the night slid over his legs, his bare feet, but his chest was on fire. Alzagar against him was a wall of heat. The contrast drew a shiver out of him—not from cold, but from difference.
He reopened his eyes and watched him. Alzagar, even at rest, didn’t look peaceful. His jaw was tight, his brow furrowed, as if fighting never truly left him. Venec wondered if he still dreamed of brawls, of stabbing, of swinging an axe. Even here, in this bed, he looked ready to bite.
Venec, though, smiled. Because despite that, despite the tension that never left him, Alzagar was here. Glued to him. Hot as fire. And no one else had that privilege: to feel the bounty hunter vulnerable, half-asleep, with no blade or anger to shield him.
Venec leaned down and dropped a quick kiss on his temple.
“See?” he muttered softly. “You act tough… but you’re clinging harder than I am.”
Alzagar barely stirred, muttered something incomprehensible, his voice thick with sleep. His hot breath spread across Venec’s skin.
Venec chuckled, amused.
“Don’t worry. I’m not moving. Not tonight.”
He let his head fall back against the pillow. The night was cool, almost biting at times when the wind slipped in. But it wasn’t unpleasant. On the contrary. It sharpened the heat of their bodies, their damp closeness, this bubble they’d built inside the cold.
Venec closed his eyes, drew a long breath. There was a strange peace in that mix of warmth and chill. A peace that almost made him want to stay quiet for good. Almost.
“Tell me, Al,” he murmured, “you think this’ll last long, us two?”
Alzagar cracked one eye open.
“Shut up, Venec.”
Venec burst out laughing, muffled against his shoulder.
“Christ, that’s beautiful. Even after fucking me, you still find the strength to tell me to piss off.”
Alzagar said nothing more. His eyes closed again, his breath deepened. But his arm didn’t move. It stayed locked around Venec, as though any distance might cost him.
Venec sighed—an honest sigh this time. His fingers traced a lazy circle on his companion’s shoulder.
“You want the truth? I don’t give a damn about the chill. Or even death. As long as your skin burns against mine, I’m not going anywhere.”
The words faded into the dark. But he knew Alzagar heard them, even half-asleep.
He shut his eyes. The night’s cold brushed his legs again. He shivered, but Alzagar’s hot grip smothered it.
“I told you to shut up,” Alzagar muttered, half-asleep but still sharp enough to snap at him. Venec almost replied but bit his tongue, not to ruin the moment.
And silence returned. The world outside could stay frozen, hostile. Here, in this bed, their skins still burned. No night would ever be cold enough to snuff out that fire.
Prompt/Event: Prompt 15.: Glow of Sparktember by @monthlywritingchallenges
Genre: Fluff
WC: 207
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You wake up to the sun shining in your eyes.
It's early, but you always wake up early.
With a tired sigh, you slowly turn onto your other side and see Levi still sleeping soundly.
You smile at the sight of the golden glow of the sun shining on his face as he continues to sleep peacefully.
It's not often that Levi sleeps, as he's always staying up late doing paperwork for Erwin, but last night, you had convinced him to come to bed with you, saying that he can always finish the paperwork in the morning.
Levi, being as stubborn as he is, it took you a while to convince him to come to bed, but he eventually agreed that getting sleep would be the best thing to do.
"I can feel you staring, brat." you hear Levi mumble, breaking you out of your thoughts, causing you to look down at him, seeing that he's staring up at you.
You smile gently down at him.
"Well, can you blame me for staring when you look so peaceful when you sleep?"
Levi scoffs at that with a roll of his eyes before sitting up and getting up from the bed, clearly determined to get the day started.
I'm in a terrible tilt due to work, so I'm late for now.
Now we, like Sarah Kerrigan, bear on our backs
Wings without feathers, like heavy clusters,
Bones unfit for flight.
She examines her wings. Pathetic. Mangy. Broken. They never healed. Two ugly reminders of her helplessness.
She runs her fingers over the bare bones where new feathers never grew. Every touch is a flash of pain and memory. The images of her tormentors' faces and her brother's dead body flash before her eyes.
And then there was nothing left. Only a bright flash of light, born from her inner power, incinerating everything and everyone within a radius of several dozen kilometers.
Her hand trembles. She thrusts it into a surviving part of the wing and clenches a handful of feathers in her fist until they break.
"I didn't want to..." she whispers to her reflection in the ocean's still surface.
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#lana del rey
#world cup
#dallas wings
