Literally Mentally Unstable Drama.

𝐒𝐎 𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋

DAY 12: SOUNDING

With: Keigo Takami (Hawks)

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: Sub! Hawks, gn! reader, sounding, HEAVY sub/dom spaces, hints of sado/masochism, mentions of anal fingering, keigo crying and twitching, cursing, pee/urine mentioned throughout

A/N: This is one of those smut fics that are heavily unrealistic (which i LOVEEEE), keigo says some cringe things at some points tho. LOL

Keigo has such a pretty face. People stop and stare at him on the street, he has been recruited by multiple modeling companies and is lusted over by teenage girls all over the world. Born to be nicknamed, “Pretty Boy”. It was cute, really, and he seemed to love the name.

But to you, he doesn't look his best when he is photographed in lewd poses, or when the media catches the way he looks at you, or even with his candid hero photos that are unbearably hot.

No, to you, Keigo looks his absolute best when he cried. Of course, not from sadness, from pleasure and pain. When his face is flushed, his eyes are hazy, and tears coat his cheeks. When he looks up at you in pure adoration, and trembles under your hold.

But that was the sadistic side of you talking. The side of you who wants to completely ruin the man. It's hard not to when he looks so pretty during it.

So, slowly you've been finding new ways to wreck him and with each one, he reacts perfectly. You've gotten addicted to it. Him, really.

Tonight you are going to try sounding. You stare at the small metal rod, and then back to your lover, who is leaning against the headboard, and trying to act like he is not completely terrified. He gulps when you peer at him, straightening his back, and trying to uphold his cocky grin.

“You're scared, aren't ya?”

He scoffs, looking away. “No. I'm the one who asked for this, why would I be scared?”

As much as you like ruining Keigo, Keigo loves being ruined. You have to keep a close eye on him because he swears he has no limits and has not used his safeword so far. Everything is on the table for him, and that sometimes worries you. You've held down your desires but he voices them and is the one to beg you for more and more.

Urethra play was not something he has tried. “Mhmm. It will be fine, we will go slow,” You reassure him despite his words. You place a comforting hand on his thigh and he sighs, smiling at you softly.

“Yeah. It'll be fine. You're right.”

Horrifying is the best word to describe what's in front of him right now. The “thin” rod is now lodged halfway into his urethra and he's panting out, thighs trembling. It doesn't exactly feel bad, but it's foreign, and the sight in front of him makes him uneasy. Nothing is supposed to go in that hole.

He's gripping onto your hand for comfort, eyes wide as saucers. “We aren't even all the way in yet, Keigo.”

He whines out at the words, resting his head on your shoulder. Sweat beads at his forehead and his face is flushed. “F-Feels so full.”

You teasingly tap on the rod, and his back arches, wings fluttering out at the strange feeling. He grips your hand and stares at you, silently pleading. “Sorry. Forgot. Let's put it all in, yeah?”

“Dont–Dont know if I can.”

You stroke the bottom of his shaft and smile at him. “Got plenty of room still. It's supposed to touch your prostate, y'know.”

Yeah, he definitely knew that. For the last couple of days, he researched the ins and outs of this. But still, he doesn't know how the hell it could go any deeper. He feels overwhelmingly stuffed even from half of it being inserted. He gulps and glances at you, but nods.

“Take a deep breath for me, Keigo. Promise it'll feel good in a bit.” You're right, and he knows it. Just like when you fingered him for the first time, it feels weird in the beginning, but now he's addicted to it. This could be a new thing to drive him mad. He sure hopes so.

He takes a deep breath, and you slowly continue to inch it in, letting gravity do the most part. The road is slippery from the lube and it goes in without much difficulty.

Keigo on the other hand is going insane. He is moaning and whining, gripping onto the sheets with such force that you are afraid he is going to rip it. You watch his arm muscles clench and unclench, and he throws his head back. “Oh. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” He cries with every second it goes deeper.

You hush him, using your other hand to stroke him gently, hoping to coax it in. His squirming makes it harder, and you don't want to hurt him, so you try your best to pin his hips down beneath you so they won't jump up.

And at last, it reaches the bottom. You pull away and look up at him. Keigo is trembling, back arched pornographically, and staring at the ceiling with an open mouth. Tears drip down his cheeks, and his legs are trembling, bent, and spread wide. “All done, it's all the way in now. Shhh, just gotta get adjusted to it.”

He shakes his head and lets out a cry, “Fuck. It's weird. Feels so weird! Full–I cant–”

You lean forward to press your lips to his, cutting his frantic rambling off. “Keigo, do you want to use your safeword?” You ask, just for reassurance.

He shakes his head frantically. “No! Wait! I-I never said I didn't like it!” He pleads desperately to you, even if you haven't tried to make an effort to remove it. His mind seems to be scattered, but this is how he is when he usually tries new things in bed. Today, just a little bit more extreme, considering you haven't tried anything even close to this.

“What does it feel like, Birdie?”

He takes a deep, shaky breath. “Feels full. D-Different type of full. It's weird. And it also feels like I gotta pee a little bit. But in a good way? It's all so weird and overwhelming, Y/N!”

You gulp, watching the way his eyes move around frantically. The way his body is bright red, and he's staring at you with desperate eyes. His mouth is glossy, and his eyes are wet. This is your favorite face of Keigos. This is what you have been wanting to see.

The urges get the better of you. “I'm going to move it now Keigo.”

His eyes widen, and before he can even protest, you move it upward, slightly. His back arches again and he gasps for air. “O-Oh–Its–Fuckkkkk.”

You push it back in completely and he keens, gripping onto your hand with wide eyes. A loud, desperate whine is let out, and more tears stream down his face. He's withering under you, and you can't help but stare at his pretty physique. “Are you oka–”

“Again!” He sobs, legs moving sporadically against the sheets.

His words make you gulp. He's falling into that state again. The one where his only task is to get himself completely fucked dumb. He doesn't want to think about anything except his pleasure, and frankly, his adorable facial expression is pulling you into your very own state with him.

You lift the rod up, farther than last time, until more than half of it sticks out. He stares at it, panting loudly and waiting for you to push it back in. It makes his adrenal pulse, and his mouth begins to water.

You don't tease him too long, and abide by his wishes, pressing the full thing in until it reaches the very bottom of his cock. He moans this time, enjoying it more with every second. Tears continue to fall, but he can't pay attention to them, instead focused on the feeling of being so full. If he had a toy in the other end, he surely would have lost his mind. Next time, for sure.

You continue to bring it up and down and he gets louder and louder with each stroke, not caring for whoever hears him. He is feeling such intense pleasure, everyone should hear his cries. Or at least that is what he believes.

“So cute. We found another hole for me to abuse, yeah Keigo?” You purr, eyes traveling up his shaking body with hunger.

He nods his head frantically. “Yes. Yes! Please fuck it more, I'm begging!”

You stop for a moment, a teasing gleam in your eyes. “Want me to fuck your pee hole? How lewd, Birdie.”

But to your dismay, he isn't responding to the teasing as you hoped. Instead, just agreeing with every word, too lost in the subspace to really care for how dirty your words are. “Yes! F-Fuck my pee hole. Need it. S-So full!”

You don't mind your failed attempt, now staring fondly at the pretty boy in front of you, who is completely out of it by now. It usually takes him longer to get to this state, and it was intriguing that this little rod had such a huge effect on him.

Your pace is quicker, and you use your other hand to stroke him off. His mouth hangs open, and drool begins to bead at the corner of his mouth. Every breath is a high-pitched, airy moan. It's adorable, really.

You watch his thighs start to clench and you raise your eyebrows, knowing that he's going to cum sometime soon. When you glance back up at his face, he's staring back at you, sniffling gently, but his eyes are full of adoration.

“C-Cum? Please?” He is struggling to speak, and you can't help but take mercy on him. He was so cute not to.

“Sure, baby. You can cum,” You coo, leaning forward to kiss his abdomen. He lets out a whine in thanks and nods his head.

A couple seconds go by and his breaths become quicker, louder too. His toes begin to curl, and he grips onto the bedsheets. “N-Now!” He begs, and you quickly take out the rod for him to cum.

White liquid flies out and falls onto his stomach, and you continue to use one hand to stroke him through it all. He takes loud gasps and lets out a loud shaky moan, and then another equally loud and high in pitch. His body constricts in odd, but cute ways, and he clenches his eyes shut, causing more tears to fall down his face.

You sit and admire him, only stopping your hand movements when he lets out a broken sob at the feeling of overstimulation.

A couple seconds go by, and you hum quietly, waiting for him to talk. Depending on what he says will determine if he wants to keep going or rest. The ball is in his court.

It doesn't take him too long to decide, obviously still in the subspace, but willing to communicate.

“Wanna. I wanna. H-Hey, why did you stop?” He complains, whiny and dramatic. You raise your eyebrows at him and bark a short laugh.

You aren't even surprised at this point. So, you pick up the rod again, and he stares at it, like a dog to a bone. He grins, the smile fucked out, and lazy. “Feels, so empty. Put it back, pleaseeeee!”

When you plunge it back in, he almost cums again on the spot.

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Chapter 68: Encounter

The Trade Part 4 - A Dabi x Reader Zombie AU

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Smut. 18+. Mentions of attempted rape. Final part!!!

Touya’s grip on your hand was almost crushing as he pulled you into both a figurative and literal storm. Thunder cracked above your heads as the rain became heavier, dousing both of you. Rotting arms reached for you, cold and clammy hands grasping at your shoulders and thighs. Even being right next to him, you could barely hear Touya’s angry yells as he swung his bat one-handed, completely lopping the head off one particularly decomposed zombie and smashing the skull of another. 

You remembered something Toga had taught you: if it starts raining, run! Rain, and especially thunderstorms, could be loud and make it harder for you to detect threats, plus it reduced visibility. These were both issues you and Touya were dealing with as you battled your way back to the van. 

A zombie’s hand grabbed your arm, and you broke free, using your knife to stab it through the ear. The best you could do was watch Touya’s back and make sure nothing attacked him while he was mowing down the corpses in front of him. You swiped the blade in an arc, slicing through several faces but killing nothing. A hunting knife really wasn’t a great weapon for crowd control. 

Finally, Touya’s efforts opened up a big enough gap between the zombies for the two of you to run through, your hand still in his vice like grip. 

The woods were chaotic. Shadows everywhere, many of them moving, the sky growing darker by the second, lightning flashing, and the rain pouring as if from a bucket. It was hard to find the van even though you remembered exactly where it had been parked. 

But you did find it, and curiously, there were no zombies around it. So what had disturbed the cans and alerted you? There was no time to think about it. You and Touya climbed inside and he started the engine just as the first of your zombie pursuers appeared behind you. Touya drove out of the woods and onto the road, then sped ahead so fast that no zombies could ever hope to follow. 

Several miles later, he pulled back into the woods and parked. Being on the road for very long was dangerous, and Touya had told you two days ago that he was low on fuel. So the two of you sat in the van, watching the rain beat the windshield. 

Thunder rumbled loudly, making you jump. Touya looked over at you and said, “The storm is making too much noise for the zombies to follow our sounds.”

“That’s comforting,” you said, rubbing your arms to try to warm them up. You were soaked to the bone. Your thin, flimsy white shirt was basically see-through at this point, and you couldn’t help noticing Touya’s eyes shifting to your chest. 

“We need to warm up,” he said, shutting off the van’s engine and opening the door. “Let’s get in the back.”

You climbed out of the front seat, remembering that he had sleeping bags and blankets back there. But when you met him at the back of the van, you found him stripping off his wet clothes in the rain. 

“Can’t get warm like that,” he told you, gesturing toward your clothes. 

He was right. You blushed a little as you pulled off your own wet clothing, leaving only your damp panties, then hurried to climb into the back of the van with him. 

He was fully nude, water dripping down his body as he rummaged through boxes. He pulled out a nylon duffel bag and dropped it on the floor, then tossed you a towel and dried himself off. 

“What’s in the bag?” you asked, blotting your hair with the towel. 

He unzipped the bag and pulled something out that was rolled up. It only took you a moment to realize it was an air mattress. He hooked an automatic pump to one end and pressed a button, then watched as it inflated and subsequently filled up almost the entirety of the empty space in the back of the van. It was flocked on top, and looked very soft. 

“Sorry, I only have one,” Touya said, pulling out a blanket. “Not that there would be room for another one.”

You looked from him to the air mattress then back again. “You wanna go to sleep?”

He gave you a flat look. “No, I wanna warm up. Figured we could share body heat.”

“Oh,” you said. It made sense. You were in the first days of autumn and the air was getting a chill to it. Your own body was shivering. But cuddling up with Touya in a bed while you were both naked? It seemed awfully intimate, even if it was in the back of his van. 

You watched him crawl onto the mattress and spread the blanket over himself. Then he held up one side of it and said, “Come on.”

It didn’t take you long to decide. You got onto the mattress and scooted over until you were under the blanket with Touya. His body was warm against yours, despite being wet and cold just a few minutes before. Did he really need to warm up? Or had he just noticed that you were shivering? Despite your bodies being pressed together, Touya’s hands never touched you. He probably didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. 

Your mind was racing. What exactly was your relationship? You’d done several sexual acts with him, and were now traveling with him. He occasionally made flirty or suggestive comments but never touched you without a trade taking place. And there had been no trades at all since he’d asked you to stay with him. He shared his supplies freely now. 

Did that mean there would never be another trade? Were the two of you in a relationship now? You weren’t sure, but you knew one thing: you wanted to touch him and be touched by him again, regardless of any trade. 

You rolled over on the air mattress, turning to face him. He was on his side, facing you. His beautiful eyes were staring into yours. Neither of you spoke or moved. Then, slowly, you reached one cool hand up to touch his face, where scars met healthy skin. He leaned into your touch and then wrapped one arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him. 

Touya kissed your neck, then moved down to your shoulder, his hand sliding down your back and tugging at the waistband of your panties. You let him pull them down, and you kicked them off your ankles. Then his hand was between your thighs, his middle finger stroking your clit. All the while, you were face to face. His eyes never left yours, as if he wanted to watch every little expression you made as he pleasured you. 

You could feel his erection pressing against your abdomen, and all you could think was that you wanted it inside you. Your eyes slid closed as he withdrew his hand, and you let him gently roll you onto your back. Then he was on top of you, his face flushed, his eyes watching yours for any sign that you wanted him to stop. You leaned up and kissed his lips, making your own desires clear. 

He shoved the blanket aside and rose up onto his knees, straddling you. Then he bent down and positioned himself at your wet entrance. He shoved all the way in, making you wince and close your eyes. When he pulled back out, he looked down where your bodies met with surprise, then his eyes flew back to your face. 

“Are you…?”

You nodded, knowing what he wanted to ask. You were embarrassed, but he didn’t say anything else. He just eased himself back in, more slowly and gently this time. You exhaled a breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding, looking up at him and into those eyes. He began pumping in and out of you, carefully, and very gradually moved deeper and faster. 

His face hovered over yours, and he leaned down to speak right into your ear. “Are you okay?”

“Yes!” Your voice came out a little louder than you intended, and sounded a bit like a moan. 

Touya smiled warmly at you, then kissed you, slipping his tongue into your mouth. He was using one hand to brace himself while the other moved from the side of your face to your neck, his thumb rubbing your throat. 

His thrusts became deeper, but still slow and deliberate, as if he were savoring the feel of you around him. He was beginning to hit a spot within you that made your toes curl. Your hands moved to his shoulders, one of them gripping scarred flesh and marveling at how it felt beneath your fingertips. Did it hurt him? He didn’t say, but he groaned in pleasure as he plunged into you. 

Outside, in the distance, thunder rumbled through the sky. You were vaguely aware that the storm was passing over, even as the rain slowed to a gentle thrumming upon the roof of the van. 

Finally you felt delicious pleasure race through your body like lightning. This was so much more intense than the other times you came in his presence. You were moaning loudly, crying out his name as you clenched tightly around him. He was breathing hard, his own voice making sweet wordless sounds, and you could feel him twitching. 

He suddenly pulled out, and hot cum spurted across your stomach. He looked down at it, panting. “Sorry,” he mumbled, “I forgot to put a condom on.”

You shook your head. “It’s fine. It all happened pretty suddenly.”

He sat there above you, on his knees, for a minute while you both caught your breaths. Then he stood up and found a towel to clean up the mess he’d left on you. 

You understood why he pulled out. Risking pregnancy in this world was something two people would have to thoroughly discuss beforehand, and you certainly weren’t ready for that discussion. But you kind of wished you could have felt him cum inside you. 

Ah well, maybe you could find something to help with that later. 

Regardless, you felt exhausted but satisfied. Blissful even. Touya was grinning at you as he pulled some clothes on and tossed you yours. 

Once you were both dressed, he stepped over to the door. “I think the rain has stopped. I’m gonna check the situation, make sure no zombies managed to follow us.”

You walked over as well. “I’ll go with you.” If there were any zombies, you didn’t like the idea of him going alone, even though you knew he could take care of himself. Both of you were pretty tired after the run through the zombie herd and then the workout you just had in the van. 

He opened the door and you both listened. Hearing none of the telltale signs of zombies, you jumped out first and walked around the side of the van, toward the front seat. 

And you froze dead in your tracks. 

Standing there beside the van were the two men who’d tied you up, each of them holding their rifles up, pointed at you. 

“Hey, what are you two doing here?” You said it loudly, hoping Touya would hear you and know something was up before he came around to this side of the van. Apparently he did, because he hadn’t appeared yet. 

“We have business with you, girlie,” one of them said. You noticed that the one who didn’t speak was pale, his gun unsteady in his hands. Your eyes moved down, and you saw that one pant leg was cut off. The exposed calf was covered in red, angry burn wounds, some of them leaking puss. You had no medical knowledge whatsoever and even you could tell the wounds were badly infected. 

“Look what you did to my brother, cunt!” The man’s voice was near hysterical as he gestured toward the other man’s leg. “You set him on fucking fire! When we try to bandage it, it rips off the skin when we try to take it off!

“It’s infected,” you say, unable to take your eyes off the leg. 

“No shit, Sherlock! We’re gonna have to chop it off! But he insisted we track you down and kill you first, while he can still walk.”

You looked at the wounded man’s face. He looked dazed, like he was barely conscious. There was a sheen of sweat on his pallid features. You didn’t say it, but to you it looked like they had already waited too late to cut off the leg. You almost felt sorry for them, but then you remembered the grotesque glee in their voices when they’d talked about their plans to rape you, and all pity evaporated. 

“So the zombies in the woods…” you started.

“Yeah, that was us. Lured in a nice little herd for you. Had to when we realized you were traveling with him,” the man said, then paused. “Wait, where’s your boyfriend?”

“He went to the river to get water,” you lied. “But when he comes back, he’ll kill you both.”

The man laughed even as he scanned the area. “He probably will. He’s got a reputation you know. Everyone knows not to mess with the scarred man in the van. But I think we can kill you and be gone before he comes back.”

The wounded man just stood there, his gun drooping toward the ground. He probably didn’t even know where he was. The other man leveled his rifle at you. “Shame we don’t have time for some fun first, but we’re in a hurry.”

Just as his finger began to pull the trigger, Touya suddenly leapt down from the top of the van, bat in hand. He swung with such fury that the rifle was knocked out of the man’s hands before he could fire, and his hands were utterly smashed. The man screamed out in pain and fell to the ground. 

The wounded man’s eyes snapped wide open, as if he suddenly realized what was going on. He tried to lift the rifle up, to point it at Touya, but you ran over and kicked his injured leg. He dropped immediately, screaming in agony and holding his leg, the rifle falling uselessly to the ground. You kicked it farther away from him and looked over at Touya. 

He was standing over the other man, holding his bat in both hands. “I think we’ve got time for a lot of fun,” Touya said with a maniacal grin. Then he swung the bat down on the man’s crotch. You heard a crunching sound followed by screams, and you had to look away. You heard several more hits, and finally the screaming stopped. 

All that remained was the wounded brother. You looked down at him and realized he wasn’t moving anymore. His eyes stared up at nothing. The infection must have killed him. 

“You okay?” Touya asked, walking over to you. 

“Yeah, I’m fine. Thanks for the save.”

The sound of broken groans drifted from the trees. All the screaming and commotion must have tipped the zombie herd off to your location. You and Touya hurried back into the front of the van and drove out of the woods. 

Once on the road, he spoke up. “The woods are too dangerous now. Way too many zombies. We should think about another place to go after we grab some gas.”

You noticed he said “we” and smiled. He was apparently including you in whatever plans he had. You nodded and asked, “Got any ideas?”

He ran a hand through his hair as he drove. “I got one, but I’m not sure you’ll like it. I know you don’t like groups.”

“You know a group?”

He shrugged. “I never met them in person, but we were online friends. We agreed to meet up when all this shit started but I didn’t go. Thought I could make it alone. Now I’m not so sure.”

You gaped at him. Could it be? It had to be. You hesitated, then asked a very important question. “Are you… Dabi?”

Touya almost swerved the van in his shock. His eyes darted between you and the road. “Where did you hear that name?”

You grinned. “That’s a long story. The short version is I heard it from Toga.”

“You know Toga? Okay, you’re gonna have to spill this story.”

You laughed and then began recounting how you’d met Toga and the others, how you’d liked the group and sometimes regretted leaving them. 

Touya listened intently, then he asked, “Wanna go back to them?”

“Sure,” you said with a smile, “as long as you go with me.”

He smiled back. “Anywhere. Always.”

The dark storm clouds had passed over, leaving a beautiful autumn sky overhead as the two of you drove down the highway. 

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"Shigaraki was my shining hope…

Tomura Shigaraki was my hero!

He was… my very first friend!!"

ch. 427

headcanons of dabi as your boyfriend! ⋆ ˚⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚⋆

pairing: dabi x you! content warning: he's better than your irl boyfriend!

dabi is always breaking into your house. doesn't matter if you give him a key, he'll give you a mini heart attack every time by showing up at midnight outside your balcony. he thinks it's romantic when he's waiting on the other side of the glass for you, drawing hearts on the window that's fogged up from the cold outside. claims he lost the key (he knows exactly where it is) just so he can scare you by popping up in your room at the most random times. you'll go to sleep at night alone and wake up the next morning to him snoring on the pillow beside you with his greedy hands around your waist

he has you wear a necklace with his initial on it. he thinks you look so pretty with that shiny & silver 'd' wrapped around your neck. the chain is thin and delicate so you can wear it everyday with ease. he loves watching you from afar when you're unsuspecting. you have no idea he's standing just a few feet away from you while you check out your groceries, but he's watching you happily. he's satisfied knowing you're wearing the necklace even when he isn't around—just like you promised you would.

he knows the best abandoned spots ever. he'll take you on dates to the rooftops of buildings all the time. you loved the clear view of the sky and stars from being up so high, and he loved the way your hair blew and whipped around in the wind.

he has a secret playlist of songs that remind him of you. they're mainly filled with songs he'd snuck in from your playlist. he always says your music taste is trash and that you had no idea what real music was. but as you're driving (this man does not know how to drive a vehicle without committing a felony) he'll be tilting his phone away from you in the driver seat and adding the songs to his "my lady" playlist.

secretly a softie for cuddles. he'll always groan and grumble under his breath about how he's only cuddling you because he knows you like them, but inside he's so happy to just wrap his arms around you and spend quality time with you after a long day. he's fallen asleep many times like this. you'll be watching some old horror movie on the couch with him, running your fingers through his hair and massaging his scalp, and at some point you'll realize he stopped teasing you whenever a jump scare came on—and then you'll realize he's drooling all over you and sleeping like a big baby.

imagine the league is about to leave for a mission and you're staying at the hideout with kurogiri cause your quirk won't be that useful (mostly because shigaraki just doesn't like putting you in danger, but there is no way in hell he's saying that out loud).

so everyone is lingering in the doorframe awkwardly, waiting for tomura to kiss you goodbye, but he is simply... not stopping.

you go to give him a small peck on the lips, but when you try to pull away from him, he starts fully making out with you, tongue, teeth, and everything. giving absolutely zero fucks about whether is anyone looking or not. groaning into your mouth and pressing you against the doorframe with a bang, adding to the already uncomfortable situation for everyone. the sound of lips smacking makes you wanna die of embarrassment.

kurogiri, from across the bar: "...i do not condone this."

spinner: "um, shigaraki, don't you think, um-"

dabi: "what the hell, dude, are you trying to kiss her or tongue-fuck her? fucking creep..."

twice: "waaah! i'm not looking not looking! okay, i'm looking with just one eye! look at him go!"

compress, covering toga's blushing face: "maybe... take it somewhere more private?"

he stops after a few seconds, parting from you, licking away the string of saliva still connecting your mouths. your flustered face is so cute when he kisses you like this, it makes him want to stay and never leave you... but alas.

"tch. now i really don't wanna leave... stop with the whining you brats. let's get going."

seemingly unbothered, shigaraki turns to leave, walking ahead of everyone. you stand in the doorframe with your face and ears burning till you lose sight of them.

kawaiiiiiiiiguts, 2024. don't repost or copy my writing, minors dni.

Warnings: smut w/o plot, cunningulus, f!reader, squirting, fingering, alcohol use, voyeurism Synopsis: after the war, you and Shigaraki spend time together while the rest of the League prepares for the final mission. Excessive drinking leads to a moment of intimacy between you and Shigaraki, with him tasting your cunt for the first time. Unbeknownst to you, your boyfriend Touya unexpectedly returns early and witnesses the scene A/N: this piece was commissioned on my Ko-fi page by my beloved @shonen-brainrot - I'm sharing this fic with her consent. Thank you for commissioning me, baby! I hope you enjoy it! Friendly reminder to everyone else: my writing commissions are open :)

MASTERLIST KO-FI COMISSIONS: OPEN

You spent a mere three months as a member of the League of Villains, yet during that brief period, you actively contributed to planning the Paranormal Liberation War. Despite the apparent "loss," you understood that, among other things, you achieved a strategic victory. After exiting the stage with Tomura and his other allies, you needed to keep a low profile, and so you did. Leveraging your quirk, Speed Recovery, you became a highly valuable asset to Shigaraki, aiding in the recovery of his injured allies.

Amid this intense three months period, you cultivated an unexpected understanding with the most enigmatic figure in the organization — Dabi. Astonishingly, he turned out to be the long-lost son of the Number One hero, Endeavor. Before you fully grasped it, you found yourself low-key "dating" - an understated term for the intensity of the connection. It encompassed spending endless hours together, engaging in profound conversations, and gradually closing the physical distance between you two.

Yet, an undercurrent of unease lingered as you sensed Tomura's discontent. Was he possibly envious of someone as seemingly ordinary as yourself? The uncertainty hung in the air, casting a shadow over the dynamics within the group.

You devoted considerable time meticulously plotting the retribution, even as you witnessed Tomura's growing anger and frustration. Reassuring him, you affirmed the intricacy of his plans, confidently asserting that soon you would unveil a lesson for the heroes, showing them their rightful place.

After the devastating War, Tomura visibly bore the weight of stress, engrossed in devising his next set of plans.

One evening, while the others were away preparing for the final mission, you and Tomura remained at the hideout, sipping from a shared bottle of vodka. The conversation delved into the details of the plan and the sacrifices it would inevitably demand.

Tomura took a sip, his crimson eyes fixed on you. "This mission will change everything. Sacrifices are inevitable."

You nodded, the weight of the responsibility settling in. "Yeah, but it's necessary. For a better future."

He smirked, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "A better future, huh? How optimistic."

You chuckled, recognizing his penchant for cynicism. "Well, not everyone can be as optimistic as you, Tomura."

He leaned back, fingers tapping against the bottle. "Optimism won't save us. Practicality will."

You smirked, appreciating the contrast in your perspectives. "Practicality and a bit of optimism won't hurt."

Tomura scoffed, taking another sip. "You're incorrigible."

You raised an eyebrow. "Coming from you, that's a compliment."

He chuckled, the corners of his lips curling into a rare smile. "Maybe. But let's not get too sentimental. We have work to do."

As the night wore on, the shared bottle of vodka dwindled, leaving both you and Tomura with a growing sense of intoxication.

"Thanks for the refill," you slurred appreciatively, the alcohol already making its presence felt.

Tomura, seemingly affected by the spirits as well, mused, "Can't believe Dabi didn't teach you how to drink."

You chuckled, the room swaying slightly. "Guess he missed that lesson."

With a nonchalant shrug, Tomura rose, tossing the empty bottle effortlessly into the trash bin. He went to a nearby cabinet, retrieving another bottle of alcohol and two fresh glasses.

You protested, waving your hands, but he poured you another drink, raising an eyebrow. "How are things between you and our lovely Todoroki, by the way?"

The question struck a chord, and you frowned, feeling a bit uncomfortable at the sudden turn into personal territory. "Well, you know, complicated," you replied evasively, taking a sip to buy some time.

Tomura leaned back, swirling his drink, his gaze fixed on you. "Complicated, huh? Must be quite a story."

You sighed, the alcohol loosening your tongue. "Yeah, it is. But we manage."

He nodded, taking a thoughtful sip. "Managing is something, I guess."

You attempted to shift the conversation away from your relationship with Dabi, bringing up other topics, but Tomura proved relentless. With a cocky grin, he circled back to Dabi, probing for more details.

"Come on, spill it. I want to hear the juicy bits," he taunted, swirling his drink with an unsettling confidence.

Sighing, you relented a little. "It's not that interesting, Tomura. Just the usual ups and downs. Nothing to discuss."

He leaned in, a dark glint in his eyes. "Ups and downs, huh? Sounds like there's more to it."

You rolled your eyes, realizing that steering the conversation away from Dabi was an uphill battle. "Can we talk about something else, Tomura? There's a whole world out there."

He chuckled, his laughter carrying a sinister undertone. "The world can wait."

As the night wore on, Tomura's questions became more probing, his tone growing darker and more insistent. He seemed to revel in the discomfort he caused, savoring every tidbit you reluctantly shared about your tumultuous relationship. Tomura got up, the creaking floorboards announcing his movement as he paced around the room. He cast a sly glance in your direction, the dim light highlighting the eerie grin on his face. "You know," he began, still walking, "I always suspected there was more to Dabi. But Endeavor's son? Now, that's interesting."

You shifted uncomfortably, eyeing him as he continued to circle the room. "Yeah, surprising, right?"

He chuckled, a sinister edge to his voice. "Perfect, actually. Vengeance is a powerful motivator. It'll make him even more useful for our cause."

Tomura took a place beside you on a worn-out couch, his arm casually wrapping around your shoulders. He poured another drink, his dark eyes never leaving yours.

You gave a weak smile, feeling a little uncomfortable under his scrutinizing gaze. The tension heightened as his arm tightened around your shoulders, and he handed you the freshly poured drink.

"To unexpected alliances," he proposed, raising his glass.

You clinked yours against his, the liquid burning down your throat, the room spinning with a mix of alcohol and Tomura's ominous presence.

As Tomura poured another round, he seemed undeterred by the growing level of intoxication. The air was thick with the scent of alcohol.

In the midst of another casual conversation, Tomura, with an unsettling nonchalance, steered the dialogue back to Dabi. "Did he fuck you already?" he inquired abruptly, his tone cutting through the drunken haze that surrounded you.

Your cheeks flushed, and you visibly squirmed in discomfort at the unexpected and personal nature of the question. "It's none… None of your… Bussiness, Tomura," you hiccuped.

"Come on now, spill it. Did he or didn't he?" he pressed, a mocking grin playing on his lips.

You sighed, feeling the weight of the question. "Tomura, that's really none of your business…"

Tomura's grin widened, and he leaned back, seemingly pleased with your discomfort. "Sounds like a yes to me. Dabi's got taste, I'll give him that. Was he a gentleman, delicately tending to your needs, or more like a dog in heat, just claiming what's his?"

Your face burned hotter as you bit your lower lip, desperately downing the glass of vodka, and quickly covering your mouth after. "Something in between," you mumbled, your words slightly slurred.

Shigaraki chuckled darkly, throwing his head back. "Mmmm, I see. What a pity then. You deserve to be taken care of, baby. Such a little, pretty villain," he reached his gloved hand out and touched your cheek. The gloved touch sent shivers down your spine. "Did he eat your pussy?"

The nausea welled up inside you, and all you wanted was to escape to your tiny room and lie down. You nodded, managing a weak, "Yes," hoping it would satisfy Shigaraki and put an end to the uncomfortably intimate interrogation.

Tomura grinned, placing his glass on a tiny coffee table. He simply leaned in, crushing his lips onto yours without seeking your consent.

In your intoxicated state, attempts to push him away were feeble. His lips bore the flavor of vodka, but strangely, you found yourself not entirely opposed to the unexpected kiss. A part of you didn't mind what was happening at all, so you casually moved your lips against his in a dance influenced by the haze of alcohol.

Before you could fully comprehend the situation, his gloved hand, adorned with only two fingers covered by a black leather, slipped between your thighs and beneath the plain skirt you wore. His touch started at your thigh, skillfully massaging the soft flesh, while slowly ascending.

A gasp escaped your lips as a strange warmth began to build within your abdomen. You cursed yourself for reacting this way to your boss. You shouldn't be feeling like this; after all, you had a boyfriend. What would he think if he knew how Shigaraki's touch was affecting you? You blamed the intoxication for clouding your mind, and even if you desired to push Shigaraki away, you felt powerless; your hands seemed to weigh a ton.

Gloved fingers teased you through your panties, eliciting a gasp that escaped past your parted lips. You bit down on your lower lip, the sensations proving intoxicating, clouding the last remaining rationally-thinking parts of your brain.

As your head lolled back, resting against the back of the couch, Shigaraki licked the column of your neck. "Shhh, shhhh, it's okay. Ain't gonna hurt ya, sweetie. I just wanna make you feel good, like Dabi never did, I bet."

Shigaraki pushed the fabric of your panties aside, his touch careful as he rubbed against your folds, discovering they were already slick with your excitement. He grinned, licking his lips. "Look at you," he chuckled, hiccuping a little. "Mmm, already so wet for your boss. That's the attitude I like."

Shigaraki rose from the couch, a hiss escaping him as his pants grew uncomfortable, his dick tenting the fabric. He knelt down, parting your thighs, and took hold of the sides of your panties, skillfully tugging them down your legs until they were off completely. Bringing the garment to his nose, he sniffed it like a wild animal, licking the damp spot on the material and growling in anticipation. "Fuck," he muttered, his other hand palming himself through the fabric of his pants.

As the man licked a stripe along your slick folds, a loud whine escaped your lips, and you leaned back fully against the couch. Slowly, you brought your hand to your mouth, covering it as if to prevent all the moans from escaping. It felt so wrong, yet oh so right at the same time.

Shigaraki closed his lips around your clitoris, fervently sucking the swollen bud into his mouth. This left you writhing beneath him, moaning like a cheap whore you apparently were at that moment. His bare fingers, devoid of glove, expertly rubbed your entrance as Shigaraki continued to lap at your slick folds. The obscene noises he made filled the air, his head shaking left to right to increase the friction you sought with every roll of your hips, each movement trying to push your cunny further into his face.

"O-Oh, God…" you whimpered.

Shigaraki chuckled slightly before slipping his tongue into your entrance. It was the moment you arched your back, sliding one of your hands into his white hair, tugging it to bring his face and mouth closer to your heated core.

He skillfully fucked you with his tongue, his gloved fingers simultaneously massaging your clitoris, causing your wetness to spill all over his eager tongue. "Mhmmm," he grunted, still palming himself through his pants.

Lost in the throes of passion, neither of you heard the door opening. Little did you know that the rest of the League had returned to the hideout.

Dabi stood in the doorway leading to Shigaraki's office, his turquoise eyes wide open as he witnessed the scene unfolding before him — his boss, someone he had once considered a friend at some point, and his girl, getting laid.

Meanwhile, Shigaraki resumed lapping at your entrance, growling like an animal at your scent and taste. In contrast, you were already a moaning mess.

"I fucking love your little cunt," Shigaraki declared, kissing your swollen clitoris before returning to licking your dripping hole.

Dabi felt anger and jealousy building up within him, but he also sensed some primal desire. Casually closing the door, he walked over to the two of you, nonchalantly dipping down next to you on the couch. "Well, well, I see you two are having some fun, huh?" he growled.

It was then that you snapped your eyes open, instantly attempting to push Shigaraki off your pussy.

However, your boss simply looked at Dabi lazily, and after kissing your cunt, he straightened up, wiping his lips from your juices glistening there with the top of his palm. "Todoroki, you're back already."

Dabi scoffed. "What do you fucking think you're doing, Tomura?" Dabi growled, igniting a little blue flame on his left palm while his right one rested possessively on your knee.

"And what does it look like? I'm eating her cunny out," Shigaraki replied, a wry grin on his lips.

"She's fucking mine, and you're fucking aware of that," Dabi reminded.

Shigaraki chuckled darkly, waving his hand. "Oh, don't be such a dog in the manger. I didn't fuck her, yeah? Just licked her tiny cunt. That's not a fucking crime, is it?"

Dabi breathed angrily through his nose. "I can see you got fucking turned on just by her taste," he scoffed, glancing at the tent in Tomura's pants.

Shigaraki unselfconsciously palmed his dick, tilting his head to the side. "Can you blame me? Look at her, such a little naughty villainess we have here. And her taste is intoxicating."

Dabi scoffed again. "Imagine that I know, as I've fucked her many times already."

Tomura ran his bare fingers up and down your cunt. "Don't be angry at her, it's my fault. We got a little too wasted, and I kind of couldn't stop myself when I smelled her wetness," Shigaraki explained, pointing his chin at the coffee table and the empty bottle of alcohol and glasses.

Dabi shook his head in disapproval and reached his hand out, catching your chin between his index finger and thumb, tilting it so you faced him. "You're such a naughty whore, getting wet for him? Pathetic."

Your cheeks were still flushed. "S-sorry, Touya…" you whined pathetically.

Dabi looked into your half-opened eyes. He couldn't deny the twitch in his pants as he saw you so vulnerable and exposed. The idea of letting some other guy fuck you while he watched had always lingered in the dark corners of his twisted mind. Now, the opportunity presented itself. "You liked him licking your cunt, hmm?"

You bit at your knuckle, slowly nodding your head for yes.

Dabi sighed. "Fine. Make my girl cum," the scarred man ordered, looking at Shigaraki. "But don't you fucking dare to put your fucking, pathetic cock into her. That's exclusively mine privilege."

Shigaraki cocked his eyebrows, "Who do you think you are to boss me around, Dabi?"

Touya grinned nastily. "Seriously? Your cock already makes a damp spot in your pants, man. I know you want her. So give her what she wants. Make her fucking cum. Let her decide which one of us eats her pussy better. I'm sure she's gonna choose me."

"T-Touya, I.." you started, but your boyfriend placed his fingers on your lips, sealing them.

"Shut up and spread your legs wider like the good whore you are," he instructed.

You nodded hesitantly, following his words.

Shigaraki grunted, seeing your pussy spreading open just for him. He instantly dived between your legs, lapping at your folds again, making slurping noises and eating your cunt so intensely that the base of his nose nudged your swollen clitoris, making you whine.

Dabi watched the scene with a stoic expression attached to his scarred face. He reached one of his hands around your shoulders, bringing you closer to him so you rested your side against his chest. His other hand grabbed the hem of your skirt, hoisting it up your hips to provide himself with a better view of your drenched cunt and Shigaraki diving between your legs.

"You're such a needy whore," Dabi whispered into your ear, moving the arm he had wrapped around your shoulders to unbutton your shirt and fish out one of your breasts from the cup of your bra, fondling it gently. "So fucking wet. Look at the mess you made on this bastard's face."

You were whining, resting one elbow on Dabi's lap, moaning even louder as you felt his hardened cock making a bulge in his jeans.

Shigaraki slipped his gloved fingers into your cunt, massaging your inner walls.

Dabi grasped your chin and tilted your head, sloppily kissing your lips. Your tongues danced together.

Shigaraki spat down on your pussy, spreading his saliva all over your folds with his thumb. After that, he returned to sucking your clitoris while finger-fucking you.

You moaned in Dabi's mouth, breaking the kiss to bite your knuckle again as your thighs trembled after Tomura hit that super-sensitive, spongy spot deep within you. "Fuck…" you whispered, your eyes watering. "Holy shit."

Dabi chuckled darkly. "That's it, doll, let it go. Cum. I know you want to cum."

"Yes, d-daddy," you moaned and reached both hands to slip them in Tomura's messy hair, bringing his face closer to your dripping cunt to ride your orgasm all over his tongue and lips.

"Don't you fucking dare to stop licking her cunt. Stick your ugly tonuge out," Dabi instructed, and to his surprise, Shigaraki obeyed.

You grinded your pussy against you boss' flexed tongue, moaning louder and louder until your pussy clenched around his fingers, leaving you trembling all over your body, moaning and panting.

Of course, Dabi decided it was not enough, so he reached his hand down your body to gently rub your clitoris, only to spank it with his heated up fingers a few times.

You bucked your hips more until you squirted all over Shigaraki's face, moaning both their names as if it was the last prayer of your life; your runny juices covered your boss' chin, nose and lips, dripping down his cheek to his chest.

Shigaraki also panted and groaned, the damp stain on his crotch expanding, signaling he just came, too.

Dabi kissed your cheek, glancing down at Shigaraki. "Look at you, boss, getting so turned on by a mere woman. That's surprising," he rose from the couch, adjusting his hardened dick in his pants. "Now excuse me, I'm taking my girlfriend to my room so I can fuck her the way she likes the most," Todoroki easily scooped you up in his arms. "Oh, and thanks for preparing her for me. I appreciate that a lot."

Just Maybe | Tomura Shigaraki x Reader

CW: Sub! Shigaraki if you squint, humiliation kink, masturbation, fleshlight used

Maybe knowing he'd never be yours was that drew him to you.

It had to have been that. It couldn't be anything else: he found your charisma annoying, your popularity suffocating, your voice absolutely irritating.

You were just...too perfect.

But maybe that was exactly what he needed. Someone unattainable- someone safe.

That was what made it so easy to thrust into his fleshlight at the thought of you, arm draped over his face and covering his eyes with-

Well, it couldn't be shame.

He liked that what he was doing was exactly what a disgusting pervert would do. He liked that anyone could look at him fucking his fleshlight and correctly conclude he was probably some untouched virgin who relied entirely on toys to satisfy himself.

He liked how pathetic it was, gasping the name of the most popular student in his grade level while he fucked himself silly.

He liked how messy he'd get, how almost whiny he'd sound when it got to a certain point.

Oh, if only you could see his poor, swollen cock aching for the touch of someone else. Heavy balls begging to be stepped on-

Fuck, the thought was enough for him to let out a shaky whine.

His thighs would tremble as he got close to climax, and his end, his last thought would always, always be-

Well...what if he did have a chance with you?

Of course that was hard for anyone to believe when his unathletic ass was still gasping and covered in his own cum. But maybe, just...

Just, maybe.

They really said switch

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