Heart - Shaped Scallion Found In Pho . Reblog For Good Luck & Yummy Soup 500000 Forwver

Big brother warned him about blond boys but Shouto didn't listen 😩

touya todoroki headcanons bc im in love with this man ᯓᡣ𐭩

have i finished watching mha? no. does that stop me from writing about dabi? no <3

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touya todoroki who once decided to dye his hair red and immediately regretted it. he dyed it black again after enji took thousands of photos of him

touya todoroki who askes you to name 5 songs after he saw you wearing band tshirt

touya todoroki who tells his siblings they’re adopted or were found in the trash

touya todoroki who always goes to fuyumi for love advice bc he’s a total loser

touya todoroki who loves underground midwest emo bands and thinks his music taste is superior (its not)

touya todoroki who’s still unemployed and lives with his parents

touya todoroki who told you that he’s in lesbians with you

touya todoroki who always cheats when they’re having a family game night

touya todoroki who sags his pants

touya todoroki who only wears beat up converse and dr martens (i can also see him having new rocks)

touya todoroki who plays bass

touya todoroki who pierced his nose himself after rei told him he can’t has piercings

touya todoroki who often skateboards with keigo

touya todoroki who plays every male manipulator game with his online friends (mostly with shiggy tho)

touya todoroki who definitely uses dabi as his nickname (he thinks he’s soo cool)

touya todoroki who’s a momma’s boy

touya todoroki who is a spit image of enji

touya todoroki who’s the most stereotypical male manipulator ever

touya todoroki who definitely had an opium phase (keigo uses his photos form that era to blackmail him lmao)

touya todoroki who manspreads all the time (he literally can’t seat normally)

touya todoroki who never saw a brush

touya todoroki who has minecraft server with his siblings

touya todoroki who listens to lil peep

touya todoroki who uses tiktok brainrot with natsuo daily (rei is tired of them)

touya todoroki who steals rei’s eye pencil

touya todoroki who’s your passanger princess

touya todoroki who wears his clothes as long as they pass the sniff test

touya todoroki who knows his hogwart house, greek god parent, mbti, birth chart and which type of bread he is

touya todoroki who gets offended if you don’t answer his tiktoks but won’t answer yours for weeks

touya todoroki who never wears matching socks

touya todoroki who can’t solve math problems for shit but will explain the entire plot of evangelion to you

touya todoroki who dated one or two girls before you and they both dumped him

touya todoroki who’s love language is annoying everyone around him

touya todoroki who consumed every media you ever mentioned

touya todoroki who wears every single bracelet fuyumi, natsuo and shoto made for him

touya todoroki who gives you flowers he stole from rei’s garden

touya todoroki who will come up to you and give you a rock bc it reminds him of you

touya todoroki who’s your trained photographer <3

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this is probably very ooc but im projecting. i need a man like him so bad its not even funny anymore

and hes very scott pilgrim/rodrick heffley coded. watch him fight your seven evil exes and cover baby for you <3

sorry for any mistakes my god why is posting so stressful lmao i literally feel like i made so many grammar mistakes 🔥🔥

btw if you know downtown mtv then theres this one scene where alex takes serena’s photos at the graveyard this is literally you and touya frfr

the worst thing about the mha ending was that it was so bad, I found myself agreeing with some of the most insufferable,annoying garbage fans within the fandom (cough* villain stans *cough)

A Bad choice

Hawks x F!VillainReader Smut

Warnings: +18 MINORS DNI! Smut, manhandling, degrading names (slut, bitch) penetration, rough sex, cum eating, hair pulling, oral sex (f. and m. receiving) face sitting, very tiny bit of angst, guilt, manipulation

Disclaimer: Characters belong to Kohei Horikoshi

Synopsis: Hawks feels guilty for having an affair with a villain and he comes to see you so he can end it. But turns out it ain’t that easy to give up something so perfect and addicting.

Word count: 3.4k

A.N.: This is an old WIP, which I finally had the motivation to finish.

It was almost midnight when Hawks was about to go out and end something he never should’ve started in the first place. Dressed in all black, he walked towards the window but stopped to take a look at himself from the mirror.

His usual carefree smile was gone and replaced with a serious expression, the gold of his eyes reflecting disappointment and guilt. He was no longer able to feel himself as a pro-hero as he had sunk too deep into the world of villains and that was the reason encouraging him to fly into the chilly night. 

Buildings passed by and bright lights were glowing beneath as Hawks made his way to your rundown apartment building. He knew the route by heart, having visited you hundreds of times, even when he was supposed to be patrolling. That alone was more than a reason to stop accepting that forbidden fruit you were offering. 

Soon the better side of the city switched to an area that Hawks himself could’ve ended up in if the HPSC hadn’t made him a pro-hero. He landed gracefully on the slanted roof before knocking on your skylight window and not long till you came to open it.

“Hi Hawks,” you cooed while placing your hands flat on the window sill.

“Hey Y/N,” he mumbled.

“Come on in,” you urged, turning your back on him while walking towards the couch table. 

Hawks entered your apartment and cautiously glanced at your figure, which was clad in a satin morning robe that hugged your curves perfectly. The hem of it was short enough for him to get a glimpse of your lacy panties when you bent over to pick up a glass of half-finished wine. A dryness spread in his throat for the utterly attractive sight and he tried to swallow imperceptibly as you turned around.

“What a nice surprise,” you purred, knowing he had stared at your body, “I thought I’d never see you again,” you added a little sarcastically while taking a sip from your glass. 

“Yeah,” Hawks mumbled, embarrassed as you referred to the words he said every time after being buried inside you; that this would be the last time.

Needless to say, it wasn’t more than a lie he repeated in hope that someday he’d listen to himself. You knew that, yet as he avoided your gaze, you noticed that this time something was different. 

“So.. What brings you here?“ You asked. 

Hawks turned to look at you again, “We need to stop doing this,“ he suddenly blurted out, making you tilt your head a bit. He was clearly nervous, glancing down before recollecting the rehearsed words. 

“I’m one of the top pro-heroes of this nation so there’s a lot of expectations and pressure put on me. Other pros rely on me to do my job and society trusts me to keep them safe,” he explained calmly, albeit with a certain strictness in his voice.

“People are looking up to me– little children are looking up to me. But I’m not worthy of their admiration anymore, not after everything I’ve done,” Hawks looked down and you could hear just how deeply bothered he was.

“I have to fix this, otherwise I can never look at myself in the mirror again, let alone look any of my colleagues in the eyes. And I know there might not be much I can change–” he lifted his eyes and focused them on yours.

“But you, I can stop seeing.“

You studied his serious eyes before placing the wine glass back on the couch table, “So you’re here to end this?”

“Yes. And I also should start by doing the right thing, but since I’m the corrupted pro-hero here, I’m not gonna arrest you– he started, noting the way you turned your sharp eyes at him, ”But if I ever see you again after this, I will.”

His threat wasn’t enough to falter your composure as you now turned to fully face him with your arms folded. Having been involved with Hawks for some time, you knew a lot of his personal things, including his true status as a HPSC spy. Such information allows you to approach the issue from another angle.

So barely narrowing your eyes, you tilted your head, “Do you know why you’re feeling the way you are?”

Hawks blinked, having not expected you to ask such a question. Nevertheless he didn’t even try to comment on something that was beyond his comprehension and instead waited for you to elaborate. 

“So you got your hands dirty with the League, one of the worst villains this country has seen in ages. You’ve assassinated dangerous villains and even corrupted pro-heroes, who the Safety Commission deemed as inconveniences, capable of disrupting the illusion of perfect heroes–” you explained, not taking your eyes off of him.

“But that’s what you’re supposed to do as their trained weapon.” 

Your remark resonated within Hawks so he listened to your credible and assertive voice continue.  

“You can’t refuse those orders because they are decisions made by your superiors and that’s why those wrongs are never supposed to be on your conscience,” you added while taking a few steps closer to him, the serious look on your features softening a little. 

“You are a good guy, Hawks. We both know that if it was up to you, you would’ve left all of those things undone.”

He could feel the burden in his heart lightening for you were right. If he ever would have had any say, he would’ve chosen differently. Though realizing that wasn’t still quite enough to erase his guilt as something still gnawed at him and he didn’t know what it was. Luckily you did. 

“Now, I know what you really feel the most guilty about. And that’s me,” you said, drawing his momentarily faltering attention back to you. 

“Why do you say that?” 

“You said it yourself. What you’re doing with me is the only thing you can control, which means that fucking me is your own choice. Now that you know that, you have a chance to make things right.”

In a way it was a lot to internalise for Hawks so he stared at you indecisively. If he would leave now and never return, his conscience would mostly be purified. But what made him waver was that even if you were the only taint in his reputation, why should it matter since no one knew about your affair.

It should’ve been an easy decision yet he hesitated. And it didn’t help that your eyes gained a mischievous glint and your lips formed a wicked smile before slowly starting to advance him. 

“But if you really think about it.. is what we’re doing such a bad thing after all?“ You asked. Hawks didn’t respond, instead he tensed up at your changed demeanor, acknowledging the seducing swing of your hips and the power it had over him. 

“I mean.. Everyone’s bound to make mistakes. No matter how good or untainted someone seems, everyone will make poor choices and wrong decisions,” you pointed out while invading his personal space.

“So since you’re eventually gonna do something bad anyway.. Why not let it be me?“ You purred, placing your hands against his chest and using your index finger to draw circles in the exposed part of it. 

Hawks gulped. No matter how much he tried to fight himself, he couldn’t deny that your words made sense. You were just a little mistake he repeated every once in a while and that was totally humane. It’d be unreasonable for anyone to demand him to be flawless. 

Suddenly an alarm started screaming in his head that this was exactly what you do; mess with his mind. Sure, you were only speaking the truth, but even so if you’d manage to lure him into your bed, it’d still be wrong. 

His features turned darker, the golden hue of his eyes glowing ominously while his pupils turned into slits. Like informing you that he knew what kind of game you were playing and he wasn’t gonna let you get away with it without repercussions.

But you only chuckled, knowing that his hostility was always a sign for being a few words away from tearing your clothes apart, “You wanna punish me, hero..?” You cooed.

“Don’t fucking tempt me,“ he growled. 

“For all of your life you have taken orders from others. So why don’t you for this once, Hawks, follow your own desires–” slowly, you leaned in to bring your lips close to his ear, “..And make a bad choice.”

That was all it took for Hawks to throw his resolution out the window and shut the reason within his head. He grabbed your throat and violently backed you towards the couch before shoving you down on it. You gasped in excitement, the impact of your body slamming on the couch causing the wine glass to fall from the table and shatter into pieces. But Hawks couldn’t care less as he was impatient to take his jacket off before getting on top of you.  

Provoked by your horny grin, he grabbed your jaw and kissed you fiercely. It was dirty, sensual. The way his tongue instantly intruded your mouth and started rubbing against yours. Sloppy and hot, saliva dripping down the side of your mouth while your hands impatiently tore each other’s clothes off. 

His hand tugged down your panties while pulling away from you, “Take these fucking things off,” he snarled. As you were completely naked under him, he brought his fingers into his mouth, wetting them before sneaking them in between your legs. 

Your sultry moan was like a charm he needed to hear as he pushed his fingers inside you. Feeling the soaked walls of your pussy, he turned his glare at you. 

“You’re this fucking wet already?” He asked with a despising tone, yet at the same his cock twitched in anticipation. 

You showed him a toothy grin like a siren revealing her true intentions, “I can’t help it. It’s such a turn on to corrupt everyone’s favorite Wing Hero,” you purred. 

“You fucking slut,” Hawks growled while unbuckling his belt, bringing his lips on your neck, kissing and nibbling the sensitive skin of it. Your hand flew into his wild hair, fingers running through the golden locks while the other one helped him lower his pants and free his aching cock. You spread your legs wider as he pulled away from your neck. 

“I’ll give you what you want,” he panted, adjusting his position and lining his cock with your tight entrance. You were panting, eyes half-lidded as you placed your hands on his ass.

”Yeah, shove it in me,” you whined desperately with want and as the head of his cock sank inside you, a lascivious smile twisted your face and your eyes rolled in the back of your head. Hawks gritted his teeth as your wet walls were so silky, wrapping around him so fucking good. 

He started slamming into you hard, earning loud moans from you after each thrust. Your hands slid under his shirt, nails scratching his muscular back and leaving trails all over. You folded your leg around him, wanting him, needing all of him. 

He panted in pleasure, mind disappearing into another dimension as he was completely lost and uncaring about the things that had bothered him earlier. All that mattered was your sweet, irresistible pussy wrapped around him and the need to use it to get himself off. 

It was dirty, shameless and nothing was there to hold neither of you back. That’s why you were the only one who could give it to him the way he needed. If he was gonna betray himself and his beliefs, it might as well be with someone who let him do whatever he wanted. 

And you did. You could let him cum all over your pretty face, tits, pussy, you name it and he wouldn’t have to worry about your feelings, honor or any other insignificant shit. He could bend you over the nearest counter and fuck your pretty cunt from behind, grip your hair and make you scream, but your eyes would roll in your head and your tongue would loll out since it was only pure pleasure you felt. You could take anything. You could take him and all of what was him, including his dark side, which he had to keep hidden from everyone else. 

It was hours you spent fucking. Right now you had taken things to the bedroom and you were currently sitting on his face, grinding yourself on his tongue. His arms were hooked over your parted thighs and his tongue was flicking your sensitive clit. 

Your hands were placed flat against the wall as you supported your figure and moved yourself, your eyes hazy and tongue hanging out, you were lost in the pleasure and about to cum. 

“Aww shit, Hawks..! I’m fucking cuming..!” You moaned, throwing your head back and continuing to move your hips. Your desperate cries made his cock twitch against his toned stomach as he continued to swirl his tongue around your clit, adding more pressure to make you reach your high. 

You cried out, walls clenching around nothing as pleasure washed over you in steady waves. Breathy pants passed your lips as you now lifted yourself off of him to collapse on the bed. 

Hawks was catching his breath before wiping your slick from his face with the back of his hand. He wasn’t done so while you were gulping for air, he got up on his knees and grabbed your ankles. Forcefully pulling you closer to himself, you squealed in surprise before coming in contact with his dark eyes. 

“You think we’re fucking done?” He asked and you showed him a twisted grin.

“Oh no sir, never,” you panted, ready to obey any command given to you.

“On your hands and knees. Hurry the fuck up,” he urged and you wasted no time to get on all fours. Arching your back, you spread your legs a little to give him a perfect sight of your pussy.

Hawks inhaled deeply, chest heaving from arousal as he brought his hand to your ass cheek. Squeezing it, his thumb pressed the soft skin hard enough so your puffy folds spread a little, showing your glistening slit. His cock throbbed almost painfully, aching as if demanding for friction.

He grabbed his hard length, lewdly giving a few slaps on your swollen lips before pressing the head of it against your sweet hole. His eyes rolled in the back of his head as your wet, inner lips molded perfectly around him. 

Placing his hands on your hips, his grip on them was bruising, unforgiving as he began ramming his cock inside you. Your face distorted in pleasure, brows furrowed in bliss as Hawks pounded into you, every once in a while giving your ass a harsh slap.

A thin sheen of sweat covered your bodies as they moved in heat, his grunts and your moans echoing across the walls. Skin slapping against skin in an obscene manner, leaving no doubt for any prying ears of what you were doing. 

A tiny drop of sweat trailed down Hawks’s temple to his jaw while he kept thrusting into you relentlessly, observing how his slick-coated cock moved in and out of your pussy. Hard slams causing squelching sounds so shameless and foul, your fingers curled into the sheets, eyes half-lidded with pleasure written all over your features.

Hawks leaned his form over your smaller one, his hand palming your breasts, thumbs sweeping past your peaked nipples. His weight forced you face down on the mattress with your cheek pressing against it. 

He grabbed your wrists and twisted your arms behind your back, holding onto them before picking up the pace. He gritted his teeth in both pleasure and the drunkening power he had over your pliant body. You were his property and whether he wanted to go gently on you or absolutely batter your pussy, you were completely on board with it. 

Desperate moans kept tumbling down your parted lips, your hair a mess with strands all over your face. Suddenly Hawks brough his hand over your mouth, forcing his middle- and ring finger inside. He didn’t even have to command when you already closed your lips and sucked his digits, swirling your tongue around them as if you were sucking dick. Drool leaked down the side of your mouth, on the sheets as your vision was blurry with pleasure. 

Hawks was starting to near his umpteenth orgasm and he slammed inside you harder, balls slapping against your abused pussy. Pulling his fingers from your mouth, he grasped a chunk of your hair while his other hand gripped your hip. 

Noting his rough gestures, you knew he was getting close, “Nnh.. Where do you wanna cum..?” You moaned. 

Hawks hesitated for a moment, not knowing whether he should empty his balls inside you or just shoot his load on your back. But then he stopped and pulled out of your heat. You glanced over your shoulder to see him getting on his feet beside the bed.

“Get down on your knees and fucking suck me off,” he huffed and you immediately moved yourself down on your knees before him. A hungry smile spread on your face as you grabbed his erection and wrapped your lips around it. Starting to bob your head back and forth, your moans sent pleasurable vibrations as you enjoyed the taste of yourself on his cock.

Hawks shut his eyes and leaned his head back, both of his hands tangling up in your hair as he forced himself deeper into your throat. He moved your head on his cock as he was so close that nothing could stop him from getting his rightful release. 

“Fuck.. I’m gonna cum on your fucking face now..!” He groaned and as he let go of your hair, you pulled your head back with a wet pop, keeping your mouth open and stroking him into his orgasm. A loud grunt escaped his gritted teeth as he spilled his load all over your pretty face and tongue. You swallowed what drops of his seeds had landed on your tongue while some of it dripped down your naked breasts. 

Hawks panted loudly from relief and as he lowered his gaze on you, you showed him an unashamed smile while using your index finger to wipe some of his sperm from your chest. Then bringing it up into your mouth, your eyes were locked intensively as you licked your finger clean. 

“You really are a dirty bitch,” he sighed contently, using the word he could never say to any other woman.

You licked your lips seductively and placed your hands on your knees, leaning forward a little, “You want more?”

“Fuck yeah.”

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It was almost small hours and the moans in your dark bedroom had quieted down. 

Hawks was now sitting on the edge of the bed, naked and with an impassive look on his handsome face. Slowly, he glanced over his shoulder at your figure that was sound asleep. Covers were tangled up around your naked body and you looked so peaceful even though only moments ago you had engaged in such a dirty and lecherous act. 

Hawks blinked, his lips twitching and he turned his gaze back, thinking that unlike him, you had no reason to feel any guilt or shame. There were no morals or obligations to bind your desires, therefore you were free to do whatever you wanted. A bittersweet thought in a way. 

Nevertheless, he got up and went to pick up his clothes that had been scattered over the floor in the heat of the moment. He dressed himself as if nothing had happened before flying back into the night. 

When he arrived home, he was about to take off his jacket, but stopped to take a look at himself from the mirror. Though his reflection hadn’t changed much, he was indeed barely able to look at himself now. His guilt, shame and disappointment had only increased, but still there was a little part of him that had actually been satisfied. 

He was torn. Once again you had managed to entice him, but as strong emotions drilled into his insides, he didn’t know whether to lie to himself that there would be no next time, or just accept the fact that to him you’ll always be a hard drug without a chance of rehab.

A/N: Inspired by the song What Other People Say by Demi Lovato. Please be mindful of the content warnings.

Dabi x fem!reader

Word count: 2.3k

CW: contains manga spoilers, mentions of abuse, virgin Dabi, manga spoilers, some blood, penetrative sex, mentions of suicide and self destructive tendencies (Dabi), quick sex, hurt/comfort

DO NOT REPOST // DO NOT RECOMMEND ON TIKTOK

From a young age, Touya knew his purpose. It was drilled into him by his father. Day after day, he trained, he worked hard through the excruciating flames, all for his father’s distant and selfish dream.

From a young age, Touya thought he would grow up to be the same as the man who gave him his last name.

From a young age, Touya learned his true purpose.

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INFERNO | Dabi (Touya)

summary ➜ being apart of the LOV meant battling heroes, and some were ruthless, leaving you tired and wounded. All that blood loss is getting to your head, and Dabi’s, and not in the way you’d expect.

warnings ➜ language, graphic violence, graphic gore, highly detailed death! smut! p in v, unprotected sex, biting, scratching, oral (M), fingering, face slapping (it happens once), choking, hickies/marking, pain kink, blood play, blood kink. mdni

reader’s quirk ➜ reader can create visions of opponents worst nightmare and become them.

Your day started out like any other, an absolute bore. By that, nothing out of the ordinary happened. Sure you were a wanted villain, one of the League of Villains, and were expected to be some ruthless villainess, but you weren't. You were baddass and feared by many, but you weren't blood thirsty like the others, ironically like Toga.

You lay half on the counter, seated on a bar stool while Kurogiri wiped glasses, paying no mind to you. A heavy sigh left your nose, your head leant against your arm that was starting to prick with pins and needles.

To your right was Shigaraki, who's nails clawed away at his pale skin. Upon your sigh, a gust of dust whooshed off the countertop making your head perk up in a cringe, arm sliding off. Red eyes spared a glance to you, before nonchalantly looking away.

Kurogiri was quick to swap from wiping the glasses to the counter, white cloth now coated in brown and grey. "Sorry about that." He apologised, and if he could, would've given you a small smile.

You shook your head, dismissing the fact before slipping off the barstool, walking over to the staircase that was held up by a thread just about, fingers nimbly moved to graze the splintering wood before the blonde girl bounced down the stairs.

"Morning!" Toga purred, tongue just prodding out of her lips as her gold eyes gleamed. Her fists curled inwards as she positioned them by the sides of her face, much like a cat would. She zipped past you, to the bar where she took her seat on the barstool you previously sat on, immediately going on a full banter when Twice made himself known.

You treaded up the stairs, to your room that was all lonesome, plain walls decorated with nothing, a single bed and nightstand, you didn't necessarily like your room, but it's all you had considering if you were to buy a house, it would be a death trap, a target would dangle over your house, a sign for the heroes.

On the windowsill, that displayed nothing but a view of concrete buildings, held a withering plant, the green leaves long turned yellow, and sagged. A symbol of misery.

Walking over to the window, you pushed the cracked glass up, the stale air plummeted into your room. Peering your head outwards, you had seen a man, shrivelled —only skin and bone—loitering on the streets, you couldn't tell what he was doing, other than the scraping of metal and grunts he made.

Almost feeling your presence, he looked up, with his only good eye, and gave you a horrid smile.

This was all before a dark figure came from the depths of the shadows in the alleyway, the sounds of boots grating against the chipped pavement. The man's head whipped to the noise before raising the object in his hand, he was constructing a blade.

With full power, he charged at the figure. However, an azure gust swallowed him.

A grim laugh bounced off the walls, you scoffed, a gut churning smell hit your senses before anything else making you choke. "Dabi, if you're going to fry people, at least find a decent place to do so.” You said once the flame had sizzled to a spark on his hand, he looked up with a smirk, sapphire eyes swirling.

"Gotcha, princess." He sent you a wink, before his cloak ruffled and he left into the banishing night.

With a grumble, you spun around to continue towards your bed when Shigaraki appeared, gripping onto your door frame, minus his pinky finger.

"Low-class heroes are trying to stop a nomu, it needs assistance." He left before anything else, you hurriedly left after him to find Kurogiri already forming a purple portal, reading to swallow anything up, Toga was bouncing on her feet, blood thirty much like everyone.

In an instant, you jumped through the portal, as quick as it had happened, you were standing on a rooftop. Below, on the suburban streets was in fact a nomu, with bulging muscles as well as some undergraduate heroes, Power Loader and Gunhead.

Power Loader desperately tried to latch his steel jaws onto the flesh of the mutant, but alas, got flung off, however he sprung up and was ready to jump back into action. The nomu's throw was weak, Shigaraki taking note on how the mutant's energy was quick to deteriorate.

Then, Gunhead's head shot out claw-like bullets from the barrels on his mask, clinging to the nomu's flesh, making the bird-like beast roar into the bellowing nights. "What are we doing here? Let's fight!" Toga whined to Shigaraki who all but all, surveyed the scene unfolding.

"I have to agree with nutjob over here, I'm getting bored." Dabi grumbled, folding his arms over his chest, sapphire eyes looking off into the distance.

Shigaraki called your name. "You'll go down there to distract the heroes, Dabi you go with, and I'll call in the nomu with Spinner." Toga let out an audible groan at his words, wishing to be able to jump down there. In a second, you and Dabi cascaded down the walls, hidden by the barely-lit streets.

"You get dunce-face and I'll get tool-works." Dabi said to you before his legs started moving on their own, blue blaze forming around his arm as he swung it at Power Loader, leaving you with Gun Head.

With a hum, you ran after the other hero, clasping your hands together in order to use your quirk, a faint red glow started to buzz around your fingers before your quirk started to construct Gun Head's greatest fear.

To your dismay, it wasn't anything major or actually scary, forming was a woman clutching two children, when your quirk was done, your mind synced into the creation.

"K-Koji," the woman whimpered his name, with wobbly lips and wide eyes, the children holding the same expression. The hero, trying to duck from the harsh embers of Dabi, looked over to his 'family', body freezing up. "We're s-scared."

"I..." the pro-hero tried to reel his mind over why his family is about two hours away from their home, here, in the dark nights of a dingy street. "Tomara..." he called his wife's name, taking a tentative step towards her. "Hiro...Ketsu..."

"Papa," the little boy with blue hair held his arms stretched out for his dad, taking staggering steps towards his father, wrapping his small arms around his legs before the second child joined, wrapping his arms around his waist. "We missed you."

You observed the scene, wondering what was the actual fear of the pro-hero, it wasn't until a sparse second later, when Tomara—his wife, joined in on the hug that the lizard like villain jumped out, purple hair breezing in the wing, and chomped down on the family, blood spraying out onto the pro-hero who had no time to think.

He let out a choked sob, watching Spinner devour his family before scampering off, before Gun Head was able to go after the lizard, you sprung out onto him, it was a harsh tumble to the ground where you and the pro-hero wrestled, he was stronger, much stronger.

Easily pinning you to the road, mask whirring as he was about to use his mask—to shoot a bullet right between your eyes, before your whole entire body burned red, in a blink of the eye, you were now a male with a thick moustache, glaring at the pro-hero.

"Dad?" The pro hero choked, head quirking to the side.

"I'm disappointed in you son, you're here fighting your own dad, this is why we sent you to Osaka, you're no good, this is why your family died." His father (you) said, the pro-hero's head hung in shame, before slowly loosening his hold on you, his mind not even thinking straight and completely forgetting about you.

"I'm s-sorry, pa."

How you loved manipulating emotions, you were a sucker for it. Your guilty pleasure was watching someone fall apart in front of you.

He stood up and helped his father up, in a fleeting moment, you grabbed for your dagger, balling your hands into a fist around the handle and bringing it down onto his mint hair, red squirted on your face.

His body staggered back, barrels blazing as little claw like structures shot out askew, one dug into the side of your abdomen, making you grunt in pain and scowl.

His body went flat, due to the keratin claws usage, then went limp, a puddle forming by his head, it was unfortunate, but it's what had to be done.

With your crises averted, you turned around to see Dabi wiping away at some blood that dribbled down his lip, a heap of substance and metal in front of him.

With the heroes...out the way, you could relax, it was about time others were alerted, so you had to flee the scene as soon as possible.

Back at the hideout, Shigaraki was attending to the nomu. You were in the cramped bathroom, shirt off, dabbing cotton balls against your wound, just to decrease the blood, as well as scratching off the dried blood.

The door to the bathroom reeled open, revealing a shirtless Dabi, white towel draped over one shoulder.

"Out, gotta shower,” he told you, blue eyes shamelessly staring at your cleavage, pupils swelling at the sight of your blood, feeling himself twitch in his black shorts. "Or stay, could use some company."

"Gross, I just need to clean the blood up, I'll be out of your hair." You rolled your eyes, continuing to wipe away at your wound with the plain cotton balls.

Dabi shrugged the towel off of him, walking across the bathroom and setting it on the toilet, turning the handle almost all the way to the hottest setting, letting the bathroom fill up with steam.

With low, ultramarine eyes, he watched as the cotton balls were turning red with blood.

He sauntered closer to you, catching your frame between his arms that rested against the counter, you looked up from your wound to his zombie, skin-patched chest. The purple, sewn on flesh contracting against his toned skin, stuck on with staples, muscles flexing in your woke.

Then was the dog tag chain dangling from his neck, a skull and cross bones etched on the metal. Then him smirking at you, his bright eyes, and dark hair that held a millimetre of white by the roots. "Can I taste you?"

"What?" You blurred, eyebrows deepening at his words, Dabi just ran the ball of his tongue piercing over his lips, smirking.

"Don't act like we haven't fucked before." He chuckled.

"Yeah, but I'm bleeding." You scoffed.

"I know, I wanna taste." And before you even registered what he actually wanted to taste, his lips were licking around your wound, tongue flattening, catching a smear of blood on his tongue, it was a strange noise that gurgled from your mouth, it shouldn't have been so arousing, but it was.

You felt and heard him suck deeply on the wound before he removed his lips, bringing his hand up, he pried your lips apart and smashed his lips to yours, tongue swirling around your own, making you taste your own metallic blood.

Your hands went to grab his shoulder while his tangled in your hair, pulling you impossibly closer to him, letting out a groan into the kiss, when he pulled away, his lips were darker from the hard kiss, and your blood that's mixed with saliva, shining on his lips, yours matched.

Silently, he moved back, eyes still trained on you before he turned half way around and slid out of his shorts which he used as boxers, meaning his cock sprung free, hard, shining, and pierced.

One of Dabi's secret yet not secret secrets, was he had a pierced tip, it was a very scandalous piercing that poked through the slit of his dick and just underneath the head (a Prince Albert piercing).

Many would cringe at the pain, but not Dabi—who secretly enjoyed it, leaving the piercer scared for life when he almost came. 

You noticed a flash of blue look your way before he stepped into the shower and drew the curtain closed.

You watched as his shadow moved, continuing to bathe himself. You felt your bottom lip jut out, hating how your pussy was throbbing.

Sneakily, you peeled away your bottoms, leaving you in your thongs, then gliding a hand past your waistband of your underwear until your finger met the plush wetness of your pussy.

It swirled around your puffy clit, you started off slow, wanted to have a steady pace but it did minimal to help the ache, so you brought your middle finger to your clit and started to furiously flick at it.

Your legs, almost immediately started to vibrate at the same speed that your finger flicked at, your eyes dropped closed and your head lolled back, hitting the mirror. Your other hand joined in, sticking two fingers into your puckering hole, immediately getting coated in your sticky arousal, you should've felt ashamed for your actions, but you couldn't find a damn to give.

Your body felt on edge, prickling everywhere with lust and pleasure, stomaching feeling full, your lips fell apart, letting out tiny whimpers, it wasn't until one rather loud moan that the shower curtains were pulled back, that Dabi realised what you were getting up to.

He swore under his breath, cock twitching at the sight of you pleasuring yourself, droplets of water ran down every square inch of his body.

You were too preoccupied and caught up in the moment to have realised the shower had stopped, it wasn't until you felt a warm, wet body press against your legs that your eyes snapped open, and your finger stopped.

"Oh, don't let me stop your fun,” he purred, voice gravel with how turned on he was. To his dismay, you had stopped, and when he saw your hands slowly start to pull away, he grabbed a wrist. "I didn't say stop."

He, instead, used his own hand, grabbing the bottom of your underwear, the part covered in a patch of your previous arousal, in his fist, and burnt it right off, leaving you with a charred strap around your hips.

Using the same, warm hand, he pressed it harshly to your clit, rubbing aggressively before copying your previous actions, flicking over the bundle of nerves. He watched with sparkling eyes, and a growing smirk how your eyes rolled back into your head.

A gasp left your lips when you felt his hand wrap around your neck, and squeeze, with the addition of his quirk, imprinting a handprint around your neck. "'s too hot, Dabi, too hot." You babbled, your own hand pawing at his wrist, but he held your neck with a vice grip.

"You can take it, baby. I know you can,” he grinned, finger quickening on your clit. "You've taken my cock before."

"B-But, please, Touya, please?"

Something inside of Dabi snapped, he retracted both hands, making you whimper and sputter for air before his hand whipped hard against your cheek, leaving a second hand print.

"Don't you dare fucking call me that again," his hands moved, dug into your waist and rolled you around, cheek smushing up against the foggy mirror, ass pressing right into his hard-on. "Nasty sluts wants to act like one, then they'll be treated like one."

Another hard slap given to your body, this time on your ass cheek. The stinging sensation went straight to your core, still aching and empty.

"Dabi, fuck me.” You whined, words slightly muffled from the mirror, your eyes shut in pleasure when he gave you another slap, over the same bruising spot as before.

Dabi loved your ass, so it was no surprise when he started to squeeze away at the flesh, leaving darkening spots and crescent dents on your skin.

"I'll fuck you when I feel like it." He grabbed for your hips again, pulling you closer to him, raising your hips with impressive strength until he was able to watch saliva ooze from his lips and onto your pussy lips, which were already shining under the fluorescent lights of the bathroom.

He watched as your hole fluttered around nothing, before dropping your hips back down to the counter and shoving two, thick fingers inside your hole.

"Fuck. Your pussy is so needy, sucking me in."

"More." You managed to get out between moans, hips thrusting back on Dabi's fingers, you were so desperate for a release. Dabi curled his fingers, stretching you out further, and pushing against one pleasurable spot within you.

"Cock hungry slut, that's what you are,” he added a third finger, your hole gaping around his fingers, your mouth fell open as a spew of curses and moans left your lips. "Say it."

"'m a cock hungry slut." You mindlessly blabbered, Dabi pulled his fingers out of you, watching your pussy clench again around nothing.

He grabbed his cock with his sticky fingers and pumped it a few times before pressing the ball of his piercing against your clit and dragging it between your folds, to where you needed him the most.

He pushed himself in, just the tip, his fat, pink tip that sent a chill down your spine from the stretch. "More." You groaned, throwing your hips back, hoping to get more of him.

"Relax, don't be such a greedy bitch." He presented you with another slap to your ass, before fucking you with the tip only, it wasn't enough, despite the toe curling stretch it gave you, it wasn't the fullness you desired.

Dabi slowly thrusted the tip in and out of you, watching as his Prince Albert piercing got coated in your slick. He grabbed a handful of your ass, spreading the cheeks apart before slowly bottoming out, he groaned as he felt your pussy swallow him whole.

Dabi hated slow sex, but what he hated more were greedy sluts, much like yourself, so to torment you, he went slow, like really slow.

His dick now glistening as he pulled out, then inching back in, then out before pulling right out. He grabbed his cock yet again, prior to him now slapping it against your ass.

His pre-cum dropping down onto your ass in tiny, white pebbles. Dabi took his middle and forefinger and wiped the semen off before bringing them to your pouty lips and shoving them right down your mouth.

He watched as you choked around his fingers, he pushed them as far as they could before curling them, really making you gag.

His eyes lit up when he saw tears swell in your own, breaking away and falling down your cheeks. Dabi moved himself closer to your face, tongue lolling out before licking up your salty tears.

He let out a groan at the taste before pulling his fingers out your mouth, pulling you by the back of your neck to the ground, forcing you to turn around to face him.

"Open up, pretty girl." Dabi was oddly being gently right now as he caressed your hair, you opened your mouth for him, tongue prodding out, he slid his tip over your tongue, back and forth, back and forth before plunging his cock into your warm cavity.

His hold on your hair tightened, yanking at your scalp as he brutally fucked your mouth, giving you no time to breathe.

Dabi ignored the scratches at his leg, looking down here his stomach continuously bumped against your nose, eyes spilling with tears, only then did he decide to pull out, giving you a second to catch your breath before thrusting back in.

His hands loosened from your hair, opting to wrap around your neck where his thumbs just pushed against your throat, feeling it bulge from his cock.

Your hands assisted your mouth, squeezing his balls while he bottomed out in your mouth. His thrusts turned sloppy and slowed to hard thrusts before he clamped your head within his hands and forced you to swallow his cum that dripped down your throat. When he moved his dick out of your mouth, a mixture of spit and cum fell from your lips.

What was surprising was how erect his cock still was. "Up," he commanded, when you stood up, he lifted you and threw you back onto the sink's countertop. He took a finger to your lips. "Spit."

And so you did, your saliva dropping onto his finger, he added his own to the mix before bringing it to your still very much needy heat, lubing up your hole.

Dabi wasn't going to be slow, not now, not anymore. He slammed himself back into your pussy and started to fuck you at a savage speed. He didn't care how your body slumped to the side from pure euphoria, you were just a fucktoy in the moment.

"'s good, Dabi!" You moaned, back arching, chest pressing against his, he could feel how your breasts bounced against his skin, scraping against the metal staples. "So deep."

Your arms linked around his neck where your nails found haven in his skin and scratched away, red lines on his real skin and dark purple at his grafted skin. He hissed when you lifted staples but it made his lower belly heat up and it stirred something inside him.

You clawed so hard at his skin that you drew blood, that started to situate underneath your nails.

The tip of his cock repeatedly nudged against your cervix, the dull pleasure sending sensations throughout your entire body.

In the heat of the moment, you kissed Dabi, something he scarcely ever did, was kiss someone yet he always made exceptions for you and only you (and still denies any feelings whatsoever).

The kiss was a sloppy make out, saliva dribbling down your chin, shared groans, huffs, and oxygen. The kiss broke from Dabi's forceful thrusts that sent your body back to the mirror, he was quick to bring his lips back to your body.

This time, his teeth clamped down on your shoulder, before he suckled on your skin, he moved onto another patch of skin, then another, until your entire neck was covered in vibrant spots and imprints of his teeth.

Your stomach tightened, you were close, Dabi could tell by your walls fluttering around him and so was he. Your hands fumbled for his hair, tugging harshly at it, a moan left his lips from the pain, his chin lifting upwards, mouth apart by a centimetre as heavy breaths left them.

His face was a few inches away from yours, you still held his hair, the hair covering his forehead now swept away, exposing his entire face, and lust blown eyes, you didn't want to admit it, but he looked beautiful.

Yet, he also didn't want to admit how he was also appealed by you right now (Dabi is thriving in denial), wishing to always have you like this since he was so captivated. "Dabi, I'm close." You moaned, Dabi brought a thumb to your lips where he gently rubbed your bottom lip. "Touya, 'm so close."

Dabi didn't care that you called him by his real name, in fact it edged him on, thinking it sounded pretty falling from your lips.

"I know, pretty girl, me too." He mumbled, hands going back to your waist to anchor you, you wrapped your legs around him, his body almost flush against yours before your stomach tightened further before bubbling, the knot coming undone as you creamed around his cock, a loud, melodic moan left your throat before Dabi was quick behind you.

His cum buried deep in your cervix, now a cocktail with your own before he pulled out, watching your pussy squeeze out the substances.

Dabi stood there, breathless. Watching your pussy with his head hung low, his shoulder muscles flexed before he pulled himself away from you, wiping his nose with a sniff and out the bathroom, not caring if anyone were to see his family jewels on display as he went to his room, truth was, he left because he was scared.

Scared of how warm he felt around you, how tingly and fuzzy he got, which was not like him, so he did what he does best, and left.

You cleaned yourself up with a shower, before crawling into bed, the night sent you into a blissful sleep, where your mind kept reeling over the words he mumbled to you when he came... "I love you."

PLEASE i need more tomura texts hes so cute😭😭😭

for the multiple people who wanted more

dating touya and always stealing this particular jacket that you secretly wanted for yourself only to be reminded "im just letting you borrow it" every time you reach for it.

you and touya break up and youre thinking back on that jacket months later because it "couldve elevated this outfit" so you go searching in your closet for an alternate option only to find that jacket balled up in the back among a pile of clothes he delivered to your front door just days after the break up.

you think about texting him. he probably mixed it in your clothes on accident? or maybe not. he would've texted you about it by now. maybe he doesn't want it back.

your finger hovers over his contact information.

it's been 2 months of getting that twinge of hope sparking up touya's spine whenever his phone vibrates in his pocket. it's never you, and he's been waiting for a while and he knows he will for a while more.

maybe you are just as cold as he tried to make you out to be- keeping this jacket of his knowing that it's his favorite. knowing that you wanted nothing to do with him. despite that, he hopes to see you around in it these days.

the jacket doesn't leave your bedroom. you never pressed the call button. he doesn't hear from you again.

HORNY BRAINROT ☆ MY HERO ACADEMIA

⊹₊˚. featuring various characters and a mix of thirsty thoughts!

warnings. 18+ content — mdni, f! & gn! reader, oral sex, threesome, reader’s gender isn’t described much

xoxo, juno. this is nsfw, not tiktok brainrot !

whenever you’re making out with katsuki, he makes sure to guide your hand towards his hard cock. his hand grips yours as he drags your fingers along the outline, pulling back from your lips to huff out something like “fuck— look how hard you’re makin’ me.. all for you, babe.”

eijirou takes a while to cum when you’ve got him in your mouth; whenever he notices the tears cascading down your cheeks and the way you’re starting to slow down, he’s always gently encouraging you to keep going. the longer the blowjob, the louder the moans — to keep you motivated, he gets a little whiny: “oh, s-shit, just like that, baby..”

walking in on tamaki stroking his cock to you is nothing less than beautiful. at first, he’s embarrassed and rushes to zip up his pants until you grab his wrist and stop him, encouraging him to put on a show for you. and god, he absolutely does. he gives your favorite parts of his body all the attention, arches his back for you, cries out your name like a mantra. just before he cums, he asks for some form of permission.

izuku’s strong, using one hand to keep you steady as you ride his face while the other works his cock. facesitting is his favorite thing to do with you because he gets to wrap your soaked, sticky panties around himself and use them to jerk off all while drinking you in.

cockwarming in the morning with keigo after he’s been gone a week on a mission; it very quickly turns into needy, desperate fucking while hands roam bodies and pull one another close. (he started it by kissing and sucking at your neck.)

bouncing on denki’s cock until he goes entirely dumb, and telling him he better not cum yet until you tell him to. of course, he’s too far gone to even look at you directly or hold onto you; tears gather in his eyes as he whimpers, begging you to let him cum inside.

mirror sex with hitoshi, who yanks you back by the hair whenever you look away out of embarrassment. “who’s that pretty girl?” he asks as he fucks you so hard you can barely even stutter out an answer.

it’s easy for dabi to get a little mean; after countless orgasms and endless rounds of fucking in every position he can come up with, you’re drooling and moaning freely. “what was that, doll? c’mon, use your words.” (he’s making it impossible to do so.)

admitting that you need some help learning how to ‘do sex’ to your best friend shōto is embarrassing, but he’s so eager to show you that you forget all about it. as you lay beneath him, clinging to his shoulders while your nails dig crescents into his skin, all you can both think about is the fact that neither of you took action sooner.

“you think you could handle us at the same time?” dabi scoffs, while you’re sandwiched between him and prohero hawks, who’s kissing you as he spreads your legs so you’re ready to take both of their cocks. “don’t worry,” he whispers, gold eyes glinting with the same hunger in dabi’s. “we’ll take care of you, baby.”

afterschool yap sesh with bro 🗣️