as soon as you hear you your window open, you sigh. not out of fear, or out even surprise. its out of annoyance.
it’s well known knowledge that dabi is many things: a danger, a criminal, and a sorry excuse for a boyfriend who shows up at your window at least once a month.
“hey, dollface.” he grins, only flashing his teeth to piss you off. “miss me?”
you really should fix that lock.
but you don’t have the time. so you sigh, and point to the fridge. “theres soba. just wash your fucking dishes after.”
and he will, but he’ll probably leave a single, unwashed chopstick in your sink as a small act of protest. and because it seems like someone hired him to annoy you.
after his meal, he finds you in the bedroom, folding laundry. in a few quick strides he’s behind you, arms wrapped around your stomach, transferring his already high body heat to you. initially you roll your eyes, knowing that icing him out is the best way to put out a fire.
then you feel his chest press up against your back, and you mentally curse.
“you got skinnier.” you state, noting the lessening muscle beneath his worn in shirt. he laughs, knowing you’re right but bring far too immature to willingly admit it.
“fuck, well, you try keeping meat on your bones while you’re on the run.”
and thats the part that frustrates you the most. knowing he’s on the run constantly, without any shred of stability or routine. though you’d wish he’d use your front door as to not behest any concerned neighbours, you know that climbing in through window is his way of letting you know he’s alive. because most days, you aren’t sure.
he notices you still and feels something like regret. his stomach is full of food, food you made, and he can be grateful for that. even villains enjoy home cooked meals.
like he fulls the worry creep from your skin to his, he sighs, arms tightening from behind you.
“i’m fine.” he says, begrudgingly emphasizing that last word. he doesn’t care to hide his attitude. he knows you don’t care, either.
a beat passes, before you speak up. “…saw your wanted poster the other day.”
he knows you can’t see him, but a smile escapes. “yeah? they get my good side?”
“none of your sides are good.”
“well excuse me, doll.”
you turn around in his arms, and see a part of him he tries to keep buried. a part that is maybe worth keeping around, though he rips it away from you along with your groceries when he jumps back out that window.
like you’re humouring that part of him, testing if it’ll respond, you ask an age old question- one you’ve almost stopped caring about because you know the answer too well: “are you finally gonna give up crime for me?”
its been the focal point of many past arguments, though you know its futile. he’s too stubborn. too hurt
and the asshole pretends to actually think about it. “nah.”
you nearly laugh, mentally plotting to drag his body to the dumpster while he sleeps. but speaking of sleeping: “are you gonna spend the night?”
this one he doesn’t have to think about. “of course. where else am i gonna hide out?”
he’s quick to make the most of his temporary refuge, knowing he probably has owes you for what you’re doing. housing a fugitive is a serious offence, after all.
luckily for you, he knows what he’s doing. though that can be hard to realize, since he’s spent the last 5 minutes barely allowing the tip of his cock to enter you. he has you on your hands and knees, stationed behind you as he smokes a cigarette. somehow, the current predicament doesn’t bother him. or it does, and he just happens to have the willpower of a god.
blue eyes pierce your form, watching your pretty hands grip the sheets as he hands you the bare minimum- a slow push of his hips as your needy fluids drip down your thighs. he finishes his smoke, tossing it onto the ashtray before gripping your hips with both hands.
“i hate you.” you half moan, half groan. the groan tells him that you’re frustrated with his slow pace. the moan tells him you’re willing to wait as long as he gives it to you.
he smiles, savouring the moment. “you’re so cute, baby. don’t worry. i hear ya.”
he then grips your hips tight, slamming you down onto his cock while his pace picks up so fast your head spins. you barely have the time to release a surprised gasp as he begins thrusting in and out of you like its the last time.
he knows that if he opens his mouth to swear or even moan, he’ll risk ripping the staples around his jaw. its why he brings his hand down on your thigh hard when he feels your sweet pussy clench around him, tempting him to unclench his teeth and get vocal. that plan backfires, however, as the pain only makes you tighten more.
the slapping sound of skin against skin only feeds his obnoxious ego, knowing he has you where he wants you. every now and then, he makes sure to slow down, pulling out of you before slamming all the way back in. he’s not stopping you know each of his veins by heart. by now, you probably do.
“still hate me?” he taunts, giving you another sharp thrust to prove a point. he’s not actually trying to make you angry, though he knows that the last time you were, you rode him until he was fucked clean out.
“i- OH FUCK!” you cry, feeling his hand reach down to rub circles on your clit. the breathless laugh that leaves his lips is not lost on you as he takes in the incoherence of your words.
“thats right.” he continues to thrust. “let me feel that pretty pussy, doll. gonna let me cum in this sweet cunt? hm?”
he leans down until his chest is pressed up against your back, letting him talk into your ear. some lost muscle mass is less of a concern here, since his stamina is still exceptional. his pace never falters, pounding into you hard and passionately.
“do it.” you lift your head from the pillow. he grins at your command, but still attempts to get some shots in.
“say please.”
“touya todoroki, i swear to god i’ll turn your ass in.”
he laughs, gifting you with another hard thrust. he’d drag it on if he didn’t think you were serious.
“so demanding.” he slaps you again. “you know i’m gonna fill you up regardless, doll.”
and he delivers on that promise, burying himself to the hilt as he spills inside of you, breathlessly smirking at the scream that escapes your lips. between the climbing in through your window and the loud, desperate cries, your neighbours probably assume something horrible happened.
he continues to rub your clit, still continuing your pleasure, still determined to make you cum. twice more, if he had anything to do with it.
maybe you aren’t in a rush to fix the lock, after all.
MIND you his biggest thing is hating Enji. Why would he ever want to turn into his father, a man who beat his wife?? Dabi totally has a temper, but he is never laying a hand on you (unless you ask nicely lol).
he'd be super super codependent that it's insane, though. after he finally gives up the whole being stoic and nonchalant and not falling in love, he's totally obsessed even if he tries to hide it bsfr.
jealous. freaks out over anyone you speak to that isnt out of necessity unless its like toga or shigaraki. probably wakes up in the middle of the night bc of nightmares, blood running down his cheeks. he'll lock himself in the bathroom careful not to wake you and stare at himself in the mirror, unblinking, until the tears stop.
if you do wake up and find him freaking out, he will eventually cave and probably just hold you a little tighter. you're the center of his twisted little universe. just your prescence keeps him stable.
dabi is the worst fake idgaf-er and the poutiest, clingiest bf. dividers by @/pxrce-lain
“noooooo, stay” a muffled voice whines in the dimly lit living room, belonging to the most wanted arsonist, unsurprisingly. to others, seeing dabi like this — even hearing him like this — would surely land them in a five minutes craft cremation camp. but to you, it had become a daily occurrence.
“dabi” you poke at his shoulder blade, hoping to get his face from sliding down to nuzzle over your stomach in fear for your bladder that is currently fighting demons as well as dabi himself.
“dabi” you try again, patting him now. still no sign of him making any moves to get off of you. any more longer and your couch will have to be thrown out and replaced and you weren’t looking forward to wasting your paycheck even more than you did this month.
unable to just keep still to indulge in your clingy arsonist, you find a way to forcefully wrangle his lean body off of you before quickly making a mad dash towards the bathroom, slamming the door behind you in your haste. behind the bathroom door, you could hear a muffled, dramatized, loud groan. loud enough to be heard over the movie on the tv. sadly, right now, enjoying your bathroom break alone was even more important.
coming out with a hand still drying from your wash, you find the scarred criminal with the biggest, meanest pout on your couch. arms crossed, lying on his back, refusing to even spare you a glance as you enter the room. he looked every bit like some clingy, grumpy cat that got left behind.
“ugh, don’t be like that. i had to go to the bathroom or change my damn couch” you grunt at his refusal to still look at you, walking up to the pouty man and sitting by his legs.
“babe” you try again softer approach, lowering your voice, reaching out a hand to place it over his knee. truly, it felt less like comforting a villain and more like trying to usher a street cat to your lap.
feeling your hand over the material of his pajama pants — still cold due to your bad blood circulation — dabi wants to melt back into your side and offer to warm your hands as he usually does. but being reminded of how you left him all alone on the couch, still feeling the sting of betrayal, he turns his back to you, turning his face to bury it into the back of the couch like some fussy animal.
“..just say you hate me and bring out the divorce papers already” even with his back turned to you, you could just imagine the pout on his face. he had a habit of doing that whenever you couldn’t spare a second to pay attention to him. a clingy boyfriend through and through.
“bitch, you proposed to me with a fucking ring pop” groaning in exaggerated fashion, you forcefully flip his leaner body around to face you again. lo and behold, the infamous pout tugging on his scarred lips.
“just bring out the divorce papers” he repeats his statement, feeling colder with your body not by his side to cuddle with. truly, you were turning him into his worst state, a villain turned into a domesticated boyfriend. if the league were to find out, he wouldn’t hear the end of it.
it was embarrassing really, how soft he had grown ever since meeting you. at first, keeping his distance was easy and simple. a few teasing touches there, a note left under your door, but quickly it all melted away when he found out just how nice it is to be cared for once in his life when you cleaned and fixed his staples for him. and just like that, what started out as a simple ‘i’m just here to crash the night’ turned into ‘nice dinner’ before spiraling into a ‘come back to bed before i kill myself’ situation.
“i will if you bring out our marriage certificate” your voice mumbles softly over his temple, leaving gentle kisses that peppered down until it reached his jutted lips. and something in his cold, dead chest gave a painful thud at your words, the thought of having a marriage certificate with you making his pupils widen just a bit as he stared up at you like the lovestruck dork he was.
arguments don’t even usually last long with dabi. you physically cannot keep yourself away from him even for ten minutes without him threatening to do something stupid.
“babe, slow down, you know i have bad lungs” dabi’s voice rasps from behind you as you start to speed walk through the streets, feeling a migraine starting to pulse from his sheer stupidity.
third time this week of dragging his ass away from pro-heroes, lying to the faces of the law enforcers and it wasn’t even wednesday yet. he must have a death wish or was just extremely stupid. your bet is on both of them.
you wanted to shout at him, maybe shake his body around like a ragdoll, but any attention given to the pyromaniac would only fuel his need for your attention. so the best way to make him feel something when having an argument is to give him the cold shoulder. the cold winds of the night air may not bother him but one created from your distance to his definitely would.
and it did. there was a phantom ache in his hand where yours would usually fit so perfectly. one that wasn’t created from his fucked up nerve endings or surgical staples keeping his body together.
“baaabbbeee, my lips feel cold” dabi tries again, staring at your back as you walk a good few steps ahead of him on the sidewalk. usually, such a demanding whine would have you sparing him at least a single glance, but tonight you seem very much intent on ignoring his existence. he can’t have that. he just started to understand the meaning of living again when he met you, he can’t lose that warmth of his heart. or else, he genuinely might end up losing what’s left of his sanity.
noticing the bright lights of a hospital as you pass by, dabi gets an idea. a stupid one, but an idea none the less. anything to have your eyes on him. even if it’s filled with hate or anger, he couldn’t care less. just having your gaze on him is enough.
“better come kiss me before i burn this hospital down, babe” dabi calls out, holding up his hand where blue flames starts to flicker at the tips of his finger threateningly. that got you halting in your steps thankfully, and seeing your face turned to him was as potent as any drug he could ever name. it was the high of feeling your eyes on him, because your attention was on him and his hand felt too cold without yours holding it.
“you wouldn’t”
“i’m a villain, remember?” of course he wouldn’t, he wasn’t some spoiled brat. but he was a spoiled boyfriend and he wanted his attention right now.
seeing the flames still alive on the tips of his fingers, you groaned and cussed under your breath as you walk back to his side. once you were close enough, dabi taps at his lips with his free hand, a shit eating grin growing on them. had you looked a little closely, you would have noticed the way his flames flickered in time with his heartbeat when you leaned in to give into his demands.
Please write a introverted gf who has a stuttering problem but Dabi sometimes makes fun of it but everyone knows he doesn’t mean it but how would he react if someone else did it?
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ thank you so much for sending in this request anon! i haven't written for a stutter before, so i hope this is okay for you. ngl, this was challenging, but i enjoyed it!
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↳ cw: reader has a stutter, protective dabi (aka it's my privilege), pet names
𝜗𝜚 doll desires vol. 1 | bow/gradient line divs: @uzmacchiato
At first, Dabi looked at you with that same indifference he showed everyone else, even more so when he first heard your stutter. Even he admitted, to begin with, it was annoying. You took a little longer than normal people to finish sentences, and he didn't really have the time to wait around.
That was until he was on a mission with you; only then did he learn that your stutter was cute. It was something that made you who you were. He even found himself falling for you, despite what every fibre of his body told him.
For the longest time, you were his safe place, the person he could call home in the fucked up world.
And with the title of your being your boyfriend, it meant he had privileges others couldn't have - namely, making fun of your stutter now and then. You trusted him, and he knew when to stop.
"Dabi, c-c-c...". You sucked in a breath and took a moment to calm yourself, eyes fixing on those turquoise ones you loved so much. After a moment, you spoke again, words slowly passing your lips as you completed your sentence, the tension in your jaw and throat dissipating. "...Can you... Pass me those... Books please?".
The second you finished your sentence, laughter sounded from behind you. Your shoulders tensed as you felt your heart drop. You'd tried for so long to work on your stutter, spending many hours getting to a point where it only came back up under stress on the odd occasion when you got ahead of yourself.
"P-p-poor b-b-baby, has a l-l-little s-s-s-tutter". Once the words left their mouths, the laughter rang louder, taunting you more as you brought your hands up over your ears, trying to block them out.
It wouldn't take much to set you back, to make all your hard work come undone. It was the one thing you struggled with the most, trying to talk normally in a world where you stutter.
The sudden clattering from within the room made you glance over your shoulder, eyes widening at the sight you saw. Dabi faced one of the group, shirt tugged tight in his fist as his other hand held his blueflame perfectly. "What the fuck do you think you're playing at huh?".
The sight of Dabi not only towering over them, but up close and personal, made them shrink back, throat drying at the heat they could feel. "I'm only joking! I didn't think anything of it, only because I've heard you do it too, Dabi".
A menacing smirk tugged at his lips as he moved his flmaes closer to their face, heat increasing with each passing second. "Sure, I like to make fun of the sweet little thing's stutter, but she knows I'm playing about. She knows I know when to stop so I don't cause her to slip back into a place she really hates to be".
Nervous eyes glance over to you, watching the way you were frozen. "Now be good and apologise or I'll make my burns look like they tickled".
Dabi could hear the limp being swallowed as they turned their head slowly to you, whimpers sounding before they opened their mouth. Words seemed to fail them until they felt the heat increase. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry, okay! I won't do it again".
The individual's soul thudded to the floor as Dabi let go of them, his steps frantic until he reached your side. Arms wrapped around you as he helped calm you down, words quiet enough for only you to hear.
"Next time someone other than me makes fun of that cute little stutter of yours, I'll make it my personal mission to burn their world into ashes".
Also. I’ve literally never held or really seen a gun in person, so I’m using a diagram for part names. Sorry if it’s inaccurate 🙏
Tags: fem!reader, no quirk au, kinda good girl x bad boy, soft-ish toya at first, he gets rougher later, fake intimidation, got lazy at the end
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“You sure about this?”
Toya’s voice is low in your ear, gruff with excitement but calm with patience.
You’re on his lap, back to his chest and thighs splayed wide over his, skirt riding up and barely keeping you covered anymore. Your eyes are glued to his hands as you nod, cheeks burning as his tattooed and calloused fingers trail up the inside of your thigh. But what really gets your attention is the gun in his other hand, sleek and black, covered in lights scratches and little rough spots that speak of genuine use, the cold muzzle sliding gently along the soft skin of your thigh.
“…M-mhm…” You hum out softly, teeth sinking into your lower lip.
His free hand comes up to wrap an arm around your waist, hugging you back against him as he slides the weapon further up until the side of the barrel just barely brushes against your soaked panties. Your hips jerk up slightly, a needy little whimper leaving your throat as you chase the touch. Toya chuckles softly but doesn’t go any further, leaning in closer to your ear instead.
“Remember the safeword?” He murmurs, smoky breath tickling the skin of your neck.
You nod again, confirming you remember the rules you set up together.
Grinning, he presses the metal just a tiny bit harder against your clit through your panties. “Mmm…Good girl.”
Toya was shocked when you brought this up. Gunplay? On his sweet little girlfriend who pretends she doesn’t know about all the bad shit he does?
Well, in hindsight, he supposes it makes sense. You like him for a reason, after all, even with his second phone and scraped knuckles and criminal record. Didn’t think you’d be into this, though.
Your hands cling to his arm around your waist, trembling lightly with excitement and just a touch of instinctual fear. You’ve never been more turned on in your life, and that’s saying something after how long you’ve been with Toya.
Everything about him draws you to him. Tattoos, piercings, cool rings, smoky voice, that almost dead look in his eyes- it was all enough to make you fall for him the first time you saw him. And of course his bad qualities don’t drive you away either. As long as he comes home safe at the end of the day, you’re happy living in blissful ignorance…even though he makes it painfully obvious what he’s up to.
The fact you trust him with this in the first place is proof of your love for him. God, you’re gushing now, the side of the barrel now even shinier with the slick seeping through your panties. Whimpering softly, you roll your hips up a little, eager for more of it.
“Easy, babe.” Toya chuckles lowly, moving the weapon away and resting it against your thigh again.
His free hand caresses your waist while he presses a kiss to your shoulder. Swallowing lightly, you rein yourself back in, taking a little breath before you start whining and begging for more.
“Toya…”
He hums in response to your little plea before moving the gun away entirely. You watch with wide eyes, biting your lip as your throb lightly in your panties, wanting it back.
“Turn around for me.” He mutters, taking the arm off your waist to help keep you steady as you turn to straddle him instead.
Toya looks up at you with dark eyes and a subtle smirk on his lips, pupils dilating as he takes in your needy stare. With one hand on your hip, he moves the other with the gun back between your thighs. You gasp lightly, grabbing at his shoulders and curling your hands into the fabric of his jacket.
“Grind on it.” He commands lightly, pressing the top of the barrel up against you through your panties again.
Face burning up, you hesitate before slowly grinding down, slowly testing the waters. But when the rear sight brushes against your clit, your hips immediately press further down and a moan escapes your lips.
Toya chuckles as you start grinding down in earnest now, smirk turning fond as you lean in to press your face against his shoulder. He helps you out, guiding your hips with one hand and keeping the gun steady with the other, letting you get used to it.
“…You’re real into this, aren’t you?” He teases, peeking down to see the wet trail left all along the top of the barrel.
You whine in response, embarrassed but pleasured. A whimper leaves your lips again, pressing down harder and harder into that delicious friction on your clit. Your hole clenches around nothing, aching for something to slide inside, gushing even more in preparation.
“T-toyaaaa…” You whine again, less pleading and more downright desperate than before. “C’mon- please-.”
He just snickers, moving his hand from your hip up to stroke your hair in a mock of comfort. He changes the angle of the gun a bit, so the front sight catches on your needy hole every couple times. It draws a damn near pornographic moan from your lips, and your arms move to hug around his neck fully, fingers in his hair and tits pressed against his chest.
“P-please- please- MM-!” You babble, panting and whining into the crook of his neck now.
“Cum on this first.” He mocks, sliding his hand back down your spine to grab your ass and press you down harder. “Show me how much you like being such a little freak.”
Ever the obedient girlfriend, you do cum on the gun. Hard. You press down on the metal so hard it hurts, little notches poking and prodding at your clit and between your slit painfully, but only making you shake harder. Toya listens to your broken little whine, holding you close and snickering as you cling to him.
“Thaaat’s it…” He drawls lowly in your ear, keeping the gun pressed up against you even as you jerk and whimper. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”
Squirming you nod a little, snaking a hand down between your bodies to push at his wrist. “Y-yeah- ngh- but-.”
Toya chuckles as he relents easing the pressure of the barrel against you and pulling his gun out from between your thighs. His free hand grabs your jaw, forcing you to retreat from his shoulder and look at it instead. Your cheeks flare with heat at how wet and shiny it is now, slick with your juices and cum.
“You like that a whole bunch, huh?” He teases, squishing your cheeks between his fingers to force your lips into a small pout.
Instead of letting you answer, he brings the gun closer to his face. Your eyes blow wide as he opens his mouth and licks all the way up the top of the barrel, groaning softly at your taste. Your breath catches and your pussy throbs at the sight. He’s just so goddamn hot.
“Tastes damn good, babe…” Toya groans softly, dropping his hand with the gun to the couch cushion for the moment.
You blink rapidly a couple times, catching your breath and fully leaning into his touch as he holds your head up. Toya looks at you intently despite his lazy expression, eyes raking over your form to take in every inch of skin and every little tremor.
“…You good to keep going?” He asks gruffly, softening his grip on your cheeks just a bit to run his thumb over the skin.
Biting your bottom lip a little, you nod while glancing down at the gun on the couch. He follows your gaze, huffing a small laugh.
“Needy girl…” He muses, helping you off his lap before standing up and tucking the gun into his waistband. Offering you his free hand, Toya nods his head to the side. “C’mon. Takin’ this to the bedroom.”
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Toya can’t deny he’s just as into this as you are anymore. He’s practically shaking while pushing into you, groaning lowly as he throbs and leaks while only being halfway in.
“Goddamn, sweetheart…” He groans, eyes screwed shut as he props himself up on one hand. “S’fucking wet…”
It’s true. You’re leaking and clenching and gushing around him more than you ever have before. It just feels so good, one legs held over his shoulder while he slides in slowly, your hands tied to the headboard above your head, and the heavy weight of his gun just resting on your tummy.
You let out a loud moan when he bottoms out, that piercing in his tip kissing your cervix just like usual, but you squeeze his twice as tight now. “T-Toya- Ah!- Move- pleaseplease-!”
Toya grunts, opening his eyes with a bewildered look that’s dampened by the grin spreading on his lips. “Ngh-…Y’feel like you’re gonna cum as soon as I do, babe.”
You meet his gaze with big dewy eyes, silently pleading with him to just fuck you already, your hands straining against the rope and your thighs shaking like you’ve already cum ten times already. Toya sighs, rolling his eyes lightly. Needy girl, indeed…
“Don’t be dramatic.” He grumbles, grabbing the gun in one hand again.
He watches your eyes widen and shoot down, arms immediately straining against the rope around your wrists, and your pussy clamping down hard on him. Toya groans softly, staying fully seated as he slowly points the gun down towards your tummy.
“Feel how deep I am? Hm?” He asks lowly, slowly dragging the muzzle up from above your clit to just below your belly button, right where his tip prods inside you. “Riiiight about there…”
Your breath catches audibly, hands clenching and back arching a little as you spasm around him. You don’t cum, but you get damn close, a strangled little whimper leaving your lips.
“Mm!-…sh-shit-.” You gasp, hips rolling up mindlessly as you chase any friction you can get. “Please- fuck, please move- ‘m g-gonna cum- ah!”
Toya chuckles lightly before finally giving in to your request. He pulls almost all the way out while running the muzzle up further until it’s beneath your chin, tipping your head back to look up at him directly. “Gonna cum, huh?”
Once you’re focused on him instead of the gun, Toya grins sharply and brings it up to point right between your eyes. “Don’t look away.”
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Oh, you cum.
You cum so much Toya’s genuinely impressed, not that he’s telling you that yet.
You came with the gun pointed right in your face, with it in your mouth, against the side of your head, rubbing against your clit again, and even with it just resting on your stomach.
You’re addicted to the way it feels so dangerous, yet so fucking sexy in the hands of the man you love and trust with your whole being.
Now Toya’s got you on your knees, your wrists still bound to the headboard and nearly rubbed raw by now. He’s pounding into you from behind, giving you deep, heavy thrusts that leave you mewling and shaking. One hand holds your hip while the other holds the gun steady, the cold metal pressed lightly against the back of your head.
Your eyes are rolling, drool leaking into the pillow beneath your head along with the few tears that escape. Neither of you have ever heard you moan like this, so loud and so impossibly blissful.
“Ngh!- Fuck, babe.” Toya rasps out, his cock throbbing with every rough pump of his hips, getting ready to fill you with yet another load. “Such a whore f’me- Ah!- aren’t you?”
You babble out a symphony of whines and little ‘yes’s, arching your back deeper to take even more of him. Toya moans lowly at your display, giving a few more rough pumps before hilting inside and grinding another dose of cum right into your center.
“Fuuuck, yeah…” He groans, tightening his hand on the grip of the gun and your hip as he empties himself.
You mewl and shake as he pumps his cum inside you, heavy and thick and warm. It’s so good, so good, but you can see those fuzzy little spots in your vision, feel your wrists beginning to scrape and your joints beginning to lock. Mindlessly, you shift a bit, trying to tug yourself away a few inches by shuffling your knees and using the rope to pull yourself up.
Immediately, Toya clocks the way you try to run. And maybe he’s bit too into this, or maybe he’s just thinking you’re asking for more because you haven’t said the safe word. Either way, he tugs you back harshly onto his cock.
You whimper sharply, hips instinctively pressing back onto his as you squirm some more. He makes a little ‘tch’ sound, sitting up a bit straighter and pressing the muzzle of the gun firmer against the back of your head.
Then, without fully thinking about it (because honestly it’s mostly instinct at this point), Toya pulls back the safety and cocks the weapon with an audible ‘click’ that makes you freeze.
pairing: Toya Todoroki (dabi) x reader x Keigo Takami (hawks)
content warning: sēxual themes and interactions, p in v, girlfriend shar¡ng, unprotected sēx, dirty talk¡ng, pra¡sing (reader receiving), degradat¡ion (hawks receiving), dom!dabi (who is really possess¡ve over you) x sub!reader x switch!hawks (who is absolutely smitten and obsēssed with you), modern college au — +𝟏𝟖 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 - 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈
A/N: English is NOT my first language. I do apologise for possible mistakes and spelling errors - do let me know if you find any, other than that (hopefully) enjoy જ⁀➴ ♡
➛⋆˚࿔ find part II here
'maybe try and pull your goddam dick out of premature retirement'
keigo scoffed at toya's remark. throwing his back onto the couch, he rolled his eyes, brushing a hand over his face - exasperated.
'yeah no shit, dickhead' combing a finger through his blonde messy locks, he exhaled crossing a leg over the other. 'you really think I haven't tried that already?'
'jus' saying man' toya chuckled, scooting his body closer to the backrest of his armchair.
'well, don't' keigo huffed into his palms. unzipping his sweatshirt as he pulled the uncomfortable texture off his body.
'it's not that easy, is what I wanna say' scratching the back of his neck he laughed bitterly. hiding his face into his hands he let his body sprawled messily all over toya's grey couch.
'I can't just fuck anyone' keigo's heart skipped a beat as he saw you leaving the small kitchen space. three beers in hand, as toya's big hoodie hid the perfect curves of your body.
'not when I have this... this hyper-fixation replaying constantly in my head' keigo's eyes gawked upon your every movement.
bending down faintly, you left the beers on a small table in front of the couch. sipping from yours, you let your hair fall loosely around your shoulders, launching the claw clip away from your head. massaging at your aching scalp with your fingers you hummed, feeling your boyfriends hands reach for your hips as he dragged you down - onto his lap.
'yeah, no shit' toya's arms circled your waist, as his lips ghosted faintly over yours.
feeling your boyfriends finger slip under the hem of his big hoodie, you chuckled. brushing gently over your bellybutton, he kissed your cheek, stealing with his other hand the beer you were holding.
taking a little sip, he closed his eyes, really debating on his next words.
'listen man' he started, his fingers almost burning holes into your skin from how much he was holding on to you. his gaze shifted, now looking directly as his best friend sprawled lifelessly on his furniture. 'I have a proposition for you'
'not again, please' sitting upwards, keigo scoffed feeling his features drop in a really dull expression. 'I'm not buying anything from fucking freshmen, no matter how big their 'discount' is'
'huh?' toya's body stilled, as the grip he had on your body loosed. 'that's not even... what?'
'i'm telling you, I'm not about to get scammed...'
sensing irritation grow faster and faster all over his body, you lingered your body closer to his - soothing his anger with gentle touches all over the back of toya's neck.
'kei' his breath itched in his throat, as his cheeks reddened at the pure sweetness of your tone. 'I think you really want to hear him out'
your little giggle made his dick softly twitch in his boxers as, without even realising it, he was nodding along at your words.
'good' toya's body relaxed into the armchair, as he adjusted your body over his. 'now, let's try this again'
the blonde man looked confused, as one of his hands scratched uncomfortably at his upper arm.
'two hours' fingers squeezing at your inner thigh, toya gritted his teeth - flexing his jaw, right under your eyes. 'you have till' the sun comes up'
'to do... what?' keigo asked, confusion dripping out his every word.
'her'
his heart stopped right in his chest.
keigo's dry mouth opened and closed in a desperate search for, now, long forgotten words. his lungs emptied out, as his breathing became almost non-existent.
'oh c'mon' toya snicked at his friends expression. 'she's your 'hyper-fixation', oooor I am wrong?'
keigo's body trembled as he shook his head 'no' - too stunned to even form a proper thought.
'well then' hugging your body closer to his, he buried his head in the crook of your neck, kissing and sucking on your skin. 'forget I ever said anything'
'no, wait! - I mean' panting like a strained person, he choked down on his own words. brushing a defeated hand over his face, he cleared his throat. 'what the fuck is even going on man?'
'I told you' toya's right hand slapped the exposed skin of your thigh. his head inched in the direction of his friend, as he urged you to stand up. 'go on, baby'
smiling, you let your boyfriends finger graze longingly at yours - as they followed your path over to the couch. feeling the concat ceased, you looked down at keigo, as one of your thigh rested comfortably by his side.
leaning your body over his, you laid your hands flat on his shoulders. using them as support for your body as you lowered yourself onto him - straddling him.
keigo's hands flew up by his head - not daring to touch you, as he looked desperately at his best friend still seated on the armchair.
'fuck' he whimpered, feeling your hands on his chest.
'i'm - shit!' inching your legs closer to his pelvis, he felt the outline of your clothed pussy faintly grind against his already rock hard cock.
breathing your intoxicating scent deep into his lungs, he felt his body shake - as, without paying mind to it, his arms started to inch down, closer and closer to your body.
'are you really sure about this?'
toya turquoise eyes lit on fire, as he watched another man touch his girl.
'fucking hurry' he growled, letting his hands close into two tight fists. 'before I change my goddam mind'
exhaling a shaky breath out, keigo did just that.
sliding his warm hand under your boyfriends big hoodie, he let his skin finally feel yours. gripping harshly on your hips, he brought you impossibly closer to his chest as his mouth was devouring yours in a sloppy messy kiss.
'oh my god' giggling your broke the kiss, breathing hard as your lungs finally inhaled some air.
keigo' face was flush, as his half hidden eyes glossed up in pure ecstasy. his hands were everywhere on you body, touching and groping at every inch of exposed skin he could find.
'jesus man' toya's voice made his heart rumble faster in his chest. 'is this how you touch a woman?'
standing up behind his couch, toya was now watching the scene as a devious grin stretched his features in a almost sinister expression.
'no wonder you haven't fucked since the prehistoric era'
'fuck off'
toya smacked the back of keigo's head with his hand. ruffling his slender finger in between his golden locks - pulling his head backwards.
'be fucking careful how you talk to me, bird brain' freeing his head roughly, he let his hand slip into his sweatpants pocket. 'one foul move and she's gone'
smiling softly down at you, toya cupped your cheek with his hand. soothing your skin as he draw little circles with his thumb all over your face.
'you okay there pretty?'
you nodded, shivering at his sweet tone as you nuzzled your face in his hand.
'go on' leaving your face, he tugged two fingers around the zip of his hoodie.
looking down at his fingers, you replaced them with yours - unzipping his hoodie. letting your breast finally breath, as you watched your skin shiver as the cold hair whipped harshly at your exposed skin.
leaving your boyfriends hoodie behind, you laid your skin bare before keigo's hungry gaze. he grazed his finger faintly over the sides of your breast, covered by a thin lace bra. he let his thumbs feel your nipples get hard under them as a shaky moan left his lips.
he scanned your body, losing his mind like you were laid bare in front of him.
his dick stirred painfully in his pants. pre-cum leaking like a flood in his boxers.
'now, touch her' your boyfriends voice was pungent - rough and deep, almost like he just woke up from his worst nightmare. 'like you have only her pleasure in mind'
keigo nodded. sliding you closer to him, he dipped two fingers in your bra, exposing your hard nipple to him. inching his mouth closer to it, he swirled his tongue around the areola - as his mouth eagerly closed around your nipple.
moaning into your soft skin he closed his eyes, feeling his dick painfully reach for your pussy, adorned by pretty lace panties.
'ah' throwing your head on your shoulder you smiled, sweetly cupping keigo's face with your hands as he sucked down on your skin.
'see, you're learning' toya's hand reached for one of his, sliding it softly over your tummy. keigo's finger hovered rather feebly over the hem of your panties.
body trembling into yours, he slid two fingers inside - shamelessly waiting to feel your sopping wet cunt against his flesh.
'don't be fucking greedy' another harsh smack hit keigo's head. 'tease her'
toya's arm reached down, dodging the skin of keigo's muscular abdomen as he grazed his finger over your clothed clit.
'you're touching her 'cause you want her to feel good' his index finger pushed up into your pussy, making you gasp at the sudden pressure. 'not 'cause you're some selfish asshole who just wanna fuck her mediocrely'
'good girl baby' his praising tone made your cunt flutter around nothing but air, as your hips bucked on their own into his fingers. 'ride my hand, jus' like that'
his long fingers left your pussy, making you cry out at the loss of contact.
'shh, dollie. I know' he cooed gently into your ear, as his condescending tone made your cunt drool all over your panties.
'now you' keigo lowered his fingers, angling his wrist right under your pelvic bone. inching his finger upwards he caressed your clit - motioning his fingers as your hips moved over him.
as he quickened his pace, he watched as your face contorted in a fucked out expression. panting, he felt himself almost drool at the sight of your pretty face and parted glossy lips in a big 'o' shape.
'she's close'
keigo swiflty looked up at his best friend, as his fingers worked even faster onto your puffy clit.
'yeah dovie, you close?'
you nodded. sinking your teeth in the plush of your lower lips, you whimpered, gripping keigo's shoulder for dear life.
'stop'
your boyfriends hand gripped down hard on keigo's wrist, weakening his movements.
'what the hell man?'
'you wanted to cream your pants?' his voice felt like needles all over the blonde man skin. toya's gripped the back of his head, making him look down at his grey sweatpants. 'cause you were two fucking seconds away from doing just that'
keigo felt his cheeks reddened as he watched the huge pool of wetness now forming all over his crotch.
'shit' hands in his golden locks he closed his eyes, feeling his heart rumble like a storm in his chest.
'aw' circling his neck with your arms, you hugged keigo's body tightly. letting him feel the plush of your breasts squeezed softly against his hard pecks. 'I think it's sweet, kei'
keigo's body stilled, as he felt your hips grind down gently over his clothed erection.
'plus' your breath fell faintly on his exposed flesh, making his body erupt in chills. 'boss man over there, came in his pants just from eating me out'
biting his lobe, you licked the shell of his ear, making him whimper right into your neck.
'three times'
'clock's ticking, man'
suddenly moving like a wild beast, keigo rutted his hips up into yours - making you gasps as your back arched against his torso.
inching both of your bodies up, he stilled your body to his with one arm. using the other to lower his boxers and sweatpants down enough to free his aching cock.
feeling his long digits come up to your pussy, you quivered as you felt him move your panties to the side. shivering as the cold air blowed softly against your naked cunt.
as he aligned his hard dick against your entranced, his head shot back - as your boyfriends fingers were tangled into his lock, holding him in place.
'listen to me' pulling on his hair again, toya growled looking at your exposed pussy. 'this is a one time deal'
'you hear me?'
'this is your only chance' fingers gripping like glue at his scalp, keigo felt his head burn, like wild fire spreading all over his flesh.
'no cumming in her and no fucking marking her' keigo tried to nod, as his golden-brown eyes swell up. 'say you understand'
'yeah, got it'
keigo felt anger prickle at his skin as jealousy took him hostage in a wild, almost animalistic, feeling.
'good boy'
regaining control of his head, keigo scoffed. again, aligning his cock at the entrance of your drenched pussy.
'c'mon' his voice caressed your skin softly, making your body trembled in his gentle touch. 'ride me'
slowly inching down on his cock, you moaned abandoning your heavy head on your right shoulder.
'oh, fuck kei'
letting your body relaxed, you took him inch by inch. feeling the broad curvature of his shaft graze softly at your gummy walls. surprised, by his girth you gasped as your cunt fluttered around his dick.
'ah - ah, dovie shit' gripping your naked ass with his big hands, he helped you up - almost moving your body for you. 'how are so fucking tight - holy shit'
breathing a ghostly laugh, you let him move your body over his.
toya's pulled harshly at his crimson roots, looking at you ride another man with a pained heart and a raging erection.
'goddamit, man' keigo's moaned loudly as his head rested against your soft breasts. 'how are you even alive?'
'she's gripping on me so tight, I feel like I might jus' die' rutting his hips up into yours, he felt your cunt clench again around him.
'how are not fucking her every second of every day - jesus baby, keep bouncing, jus' like that'
'i do' toya's voice was strained, as pure agonising anger dripped like honey out of his every word. 'and I'll keep doing it'
stepping closer to the couch, he reached for keigo's ear.
'you however' biting his frustration in to the fat skin of his lobe, he breathed a strained laugh out. 'have less then ten minutes'
leaving his body with spite, he inched his arms closer to your face. tightening his grip on your chin, urging you to look at him.
'come to me' looking right into his turquoise eyes, you felt like a love sick puppy - almost wagging your tail, you went to him. letting his mouth claim yours into a heated kiss.
mind dizzy, drenched in bittersweet jealousy keigo kissed your chest. finding the perfect supple point, to just bite and suck a little love mark into your soft flesh.
'I said' gripping the nape of his neck, toya pulled keigo's face away from your body. inspecting your skin with fiery eyes, he 'tch' his tongue against the roof of his mouth. using the pad of his thumb, to clean his saliva off of your round breast.
'don't fucking mark her'
'why?' keigo asked, burying his cock even deeper in your cunt. 'are you that insecure?'
'brother lemme be clear' gripping keigo's chin in his rough hand, he angled his head to look at you.
'this' his other hand slithered around his neck, using his shoulder as support to point a finger in your direction. 'is your dream'
inching his arm closer to your face, he traced your lips softly. letting you decide when to open your mouth and greet his finger inside of you.
'this, is my reality'
moaning around your boyfriends finger, you quickened your pace. bouncing even more vigorously on keigo's dick.
'oh fuck' whimpering, he watched as your tits bounced together at every thrust of his hips.
'chivalry, man' squeezing keigo's cheeks tougher, toya let his mouth fall open as they both watched you pleasure yourself. 'she cums first - always'
keigo nodded feeling his mind grow dizzier by the second as your pussy desperately clung around his cock.
'fuckfuckfuck' feeling your pussy spams around keigo, you looked up, meeting your boyfriend gaze. 'I caaaan't - please baby'
'good fucking girl' smirking down at his best friend, toya gripped on his hair, inching his head to the side. 'mine' he growled, leaving his head.
'cum f'me, let go'
letting the knot in you lower tummy come undone, you finally let go - as your eyes swell up in sweet tears.
'oh shit' sensing your pussy spams against his dick, keigo felt himself grow dangerously close to the edge.
'pull the fuck out'
'shit man, she's gripping my dick soooo hard'
toya slid a hand around keigo's throat, inching closer and closer to him.
'pull out' teeth grazing at his carotid artery - he bit down the urge to just savagely go for his neck. 'or I will'
your boyfriend helped your body upwards, as keigo pulled out of your cunt just in time to paint his own abs white.
'good boy' toya said mockingly, scooping your tired little body up into his arms.
'now good luck living your whole fucking life without experiencing this - ever fucking again'
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.ᐟ dabi/toya has red hair in this 'cause he never went through any type of abuse — therefore his natural hair colour prevailed .ᐟ
fyi reader was supposed to be a switch as well, but... yeah idk where that thought went
Gender and age of reader is not stated, but is stated to be younger than Shoto. Reader has a hydro/water quirk
Platonic
Enji - Endeavor
After creating the child with the perfect quirk, Shoto, he was instant on trying again just in case Shoto failed
So they had a child, you
Enji was eagerly waiting for your quirk to develop
He had such a vision in mind that you’d be perfect, just like Shoto
When your quirk got revealed. He was filled with a wave of disappointment
A water quirk? He at least wanted a fire quirk
After that, you were passed onto your mother, Rei’s care until her accident
Rei
Rei did not want another child. Not after how she saw Enji treat Shoto. How obsessed he got with power, but she had you anyways
You were no doubtably her favorite. So full of innocence and warmth in a traumatic household
When she found out that you had a quirk that wasn’t fire, she was filled with a wave of relief. You would be safe from brutal training Toya and Shoto experienced
Overtime, her mental health started to decline but she kept on going for you and your siblings when unfortunately, she burned Shoto with boiling hot water, leaving him with a nasty scar
She was admitted into a mental hospital
Since you were so little, you could barely remember her. Just small things like how she hugged you, how she smelled, how she did her hair and makeup in the morning. The small things
Toya (Dabi)
You were kept away from Toya your entire infancy
After Toya had attacked Shoto when he was a baby, Rei and Enji refused to take any chances
Toya kept his distance anyways. He had no interest in another child being Enji’s “Perfect specimen”
But as you got old enough to develop your quirk, he started to bond with you due to the differences between you two and the other siblings
Fire and Water in a family full of ice
After Rei’s accident, he stayed close to you, worried that something would happen to you
When he ran away, he made sure to leave you with everything that you’d need if Enji decided to turn on you
Then you were passed onto Fuyumi
Fuyumi
Now Fuyumi was your main caretaker. Enji was focused on abusing Shoto to the bone, Rei was at the mental hospital, Toya had “died”, Natsuo and Shoto were too young to take care of you
She was always so gentle with you, but her heart would break a little whenever you asked where mommy went and why was she gone
She taught you how to control your quirk so that your quirk didn’t cause harm
She went to every school event, every PTA meeting, every sport or fine arts event you did
She was balancing her schooling, taking care of you, your siblings and the house
It was a lot but she would do it over and over again
Natsuo
He was the fun one, the one that encouraged you to play with your food, make messes, sneak out at night
You know, be a kid when others can’t
He was the one that dragged you out of the house to have fun, to distract you from Shoto’s cries of pain
He kept you away from Enji
He played sports with you to help you practice, he listened to your music/lines, very supportive
During med school, he’d always come back home to give Fuyumi a break and check in on you and Shoto
He’d always listen to you, no matter how exhausted he was. To make up for not listening to Toya when he needed it
The only minors were you and Shoto
Shoto
Shoto wasn’t too close to you while he was in his “training”
When he was younger, he adored you. Always wanting to hold you, feed you, be the best older brother he could be like All Might would’ve been proud of
You’d be the civilian he’d save when he played hero since you’d be small enough for him to pick up
During Enji’s abuse, he tried to keep you away as far as possible. Not because he hated you but the exact opposite. He wanted to keep you safe
When he got into UA, he tried to forge a bond with you again like he used to when you two were children
He was very awkward in trying to make a bond with you again, but he’ll damn well try
