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kechiwrites · 7 months

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touya, natsuo, and shoto todoroki x f!reader kinktober countdown day four, (foursomes)

synopsis: "...the air is sucked out of the room, and you’re frozen in place as they move above you, forming a beast overhead, one with a sneering maw, frigid hands and a piercing gaze."

wc: 4k

cw: a dabi-less au, but touya is still a lil fucked up, fem + afab!reader, drunk sex, threats of violence/harm, anal play, fingering, dubcon, foursomes, creampie, oral (m + f receiving), praise, pet names (honey, baby), hair pulling, light choking, degradation, finger-sucking, a little bit of powerplay / dom sub undertones, mdni.

author's note: a fic that didn't make it in time for kinktober last year, finally finished. this originally started as a natsuo fic, but the other boys wanted to play too. (everyone is 20+)

It sounds like someone’s humming, jovially, quietly, when you stir to consciousness, the alcohol in your system thrumming through your veins, loosening your limbs, making it near impossible to guess the hour. The curtains are drawn in the room, the lights low, leaving the room just bright enough to make out the figure above you. Then, the figure seems to split in three.

“I can't believe you got me to do this with you, and I can't believe you dragged Shouto into it too."

A derisive sounding scoff bounces off the walls, and the bed you're lying on sinks with the weight of someone sitting on it. The voice speaking is so familiar. You know you could place it if the world would just stop spinning so quickly.

“C’mon, you saw the way she flirted with us. She’ll love it. I promise.” Another voice stage whispers. A hand brushes your cheek and you follow it, nestling your face into the calloused palm, opening your mouth when a finger presses against your lips, letting the digit settle on your tongue.

“Cute.” The first voice sighs, and it’s too far away to be whoever is touching you, the person who pushes their thumb (you’re sure of it now) deeper into your mouth.

“Good morning sunshine.” Touya Todoroki smiles down at you, all big hands and white teeth and cerulean eyes that meet yours when you finally rouse from half-consciousness. Your face warms in embarrassment, and you draw back, Touya’s thumb withdrawing from your mouth and leaving it woefully, humiliatingly empty.

Your voice is high and tight in your throat when you finally speak, after your eyes have adjusted to the low light of the room. "Ah. Good morning?" You respond, apprehensive and more than a little startled. When you realize exactly who else is in the room with you, the last few hours of the night flood your mind in an instant.

Arriving at the Todoroki Estate for Shouto’s birthday party, drinking a ridiculous amount of tequila with Mina and Momo, grinding against Bakugo until he had to excuse himself to the bathroom, sidling up to Natsuo and Touya in their little “older brother corner”, pressing your hand to each of their abdomens and giggling before prattling on and on about the “family resemblance” and mumbling something about wanting to see if all Todoroki men had “super huge feet”.

You distinctly remember Touya’s knife-sharp smirk when he grabbed you by the chin and murmured to you, “Ask what you really want to ask, honey.”

You also remember whimpering before blacking out right in front of them, crumpling to the floor.

Jesus, that’s embarrassing. Pretty quickly you reason that they must’ve carried you upstairs, and you couldn’t have been out that long, because you can still hear the party raging on downstairs. Your friends are most likely getting drunk in your absence, assured of your safety stashed away.

“I didn’t mean to pass out like that. I just…” You drift off, peeking at the eldest Todoroki through your eyelashes.

“It's fiiiiine." Touya stretches out the word like a seedy car salesman, giving your eyes time to skip from him to Natsuo by his side, to Shouto, who's leaning against the far bedroom wall. "You know Natsuo wanted to keep you all for himself, wanted to lock you up and knock you up.” Touya laughs at his own joke, elbowing Natsuo in the side and receiving a scowl for his troubles.

"But I convinced him it’s only right to share, after all, he wasn't the one who saw you first."

You hear Natsuo mumble something that sounds suspiciously like "neither did you" before he crowds into your vision too. His face up close is a marvel. Steel gray eyes, clear skin and perfect white teeth.

"Is your head alright?" His fingers lightly graze the back of your head and it takes everything within you to not shiver at his proximity.

"Haven't had any complaints." You hiccup your response without missing a beat.

You are definitely still intoxicated.

Natsuo looks concerned while Touya laughs at your expense. Shouto stays blissfully quiet. And though it’s one of your favourite traits of his, it seems it’s short lived. He pushes off the wall and stands at the foot of bed, bringing all three men into your field of vision for the first time.

“Maybe we should wait. At least until we’re sure she doesn’t have a concussion.” the youngest Todoroki looks you over in concern, his face still typically placid.

You sit at attention, head swimming at the sudden shift in your position.

“Wait for what?”

“For us to give you what you asked for.” Touya intones, brows almost reaching his hairline.

Your palms sweat and your heart thumps in your chest, so loud you worry it can be heard over the pounding bass downstairs.

“I don’t wanna wait.” You mumble it so low you can almost convince yourself you didn’t say it. Like the words appeared out of nowhere, spoken by a stupid, reckless, horny spectre.

Four words.

But apparently, that’s all it takes. The air is sucked out of the room, and you’re frozen in place as they move above you, forming a beast overhead, one with a sneering maw, frigid hands and a piercing gaze.

Natsuo is the first to kiss you, and his skin is so cool, you're surprised you can't see your own breath when you pant a sigh against his lips. His kiss is slow and building, constant, consistent pressure that only stops when he pulls back to stare at your dazed expression. Touya is next, shouldering Natsuo out of the way, his hard on is urgent and searing against your stomach when he plasters himself to your front. Touya crushes his mouth against yours, impatient and searching. If Natsuo is a glacier then Touya is a goddamn wildfire, hot and fast and vicious, all teeth and branding tongue.

Your dress was pretty much non-existent to begin with, strappy black fabric and gold buckles. Natsuo and Touya's hands make quick work of the cloth, stripping you down to your underwear, clothing tossed haphazardly to the ground, discarded, unneeded.

"Are you just going to stand there, Shouto? Because if you wanna watch, that's fine. I just figure our girl here needs as much attention as she can get.” Touya calls over his shoulder, pulling your underwear down your legs. He drops the panties at his brother’s feet while Natsuo circles around you, situating himself behind you so you're reclined between his spread legs, your back resting against his chest instead of the headboard. His fingertips graze a trail in-between your shoulder blades, unhooking your bra, clasp by clasp, pressing a barely there kiss into the middle of your back. You smile at the tenderness of the action even as your brain struggles to catch up with what’s happening.

The moment doesn’t escape Touya’s attention.

There’s an indent between his eyebrows, betraying his irritation.

“Y’know,” He simpers, settling on the bed in front of you, leering, “I feel like my handprint would look so good,” The eldest brother places his open palm over one of your hips, “right here, permanently. It’d only hurt for a minute” You choke on your answer, but it’s not really a question to begin with. His palm heats on your skin and you scramble back further into Natsuo’s chest, letting him wrap his arms around you,

“Touya, don’t be an asshole.” Natsuo bites, his tone acidic, “You’re scaring her.”

“Then why don't you take charge for a bit, little brother?” Over your head, Touya meets his brother’s eyes, his challenge clear.

You can feel Natsuo bristle behind you, his hackles rising at Touya's goading.

"Fine. Touya, why don't you shut the fuck up and tongue her tits for a while?”

The corner of Touya’s lips curl up, before he descends on you as ordered, mouth nibbling, sucking and kissing at the skin of your chest. The piercings decorating the shell of his ears glint back the light from the lone illuminated lamp in the room, blinding you momentarily before Natsuo angles your head upwards, covering your mouth with his own.

He traces the seam of your lips with his tongue, groaning when you open up for him, the cool surface of his palm tightening around your throat. Your nipples pebble under Touya’s attention, he uses his teeth more than anything else, biting and scraping and only soothing the pain when you cry out when it gets to be too much.

“Fuck,” and Natsuo’s voice is already so wrung out despite you barely having done anything, “you like when he hurts you?” He whispers, rubbing his thumb over your cheek repeatedly, a perfect contrast to Touya’s canines on your skin. You nod frantically, letting the second oldest sink his teeth into your bottom lip, then soothe the pain with the tip of his tongue.

Shouto crouches at the foot of the bed, watching his brothers touch you with hooded eyes. “I would’ve done this months ago. If you’d just asked me. But you’re greedy aren't you? I wouldn’t have been enough. You wanted them to fuck you too. Didn’t you?” His eyes never stray from your cunt, his voice is pitched low and so, so quiet, it’s almost as if he’s speaking to himself. You stare at Shouto, jaw dropped in shock at the filth pouring from his mouth, and when he finally drags his eyes from your pussy, it takes only a second for him to shove Touya out of the way and kneel between your thighs.

“I-I.” You stumble over your words, the lingering haze of alcohol weighing your tongue down in your mouth, making you clumsy, needy. You give up on speaking coherently, deciding to just shift lower, spread your thighs further, so Shouto can situate himself in between. He places a hand over your thigh, digging his thumb into the underside, crowding so close you can feel the puff of his breaths against your pussy.

“I won’t touch you until you tell me the truth.” He mutters, and you aren’t sure if he’s telling you or reminding himself. Even with Natsuo behind you, away from view, you know they’re all staring at you, you know they’re all waiting.

And it’s mortifying.

You bob your head in the affirmative, hoping it’ll be enough.

“Say it.” Touya urges, his hand on Shouto’s shoulder, finger digging into the fabric of his brother’s shirt.

The words stick in your throat at first, like your tongue is sitting in your mouth wrong, blocking the admission. “I-I wanted all of you.” Touya whistles saucily, Natsuo smiles into the crown of your head, and Shouto sighs, then he gives in.

“What a slut.” There’s so much blood rushing in your ears you almost miss Touya saying it. Instead, you opt to focus on Natsuo sinking his fingers into your mouth, covering your tongue with the rough, cold surface of his digits.

“Our slut.” Shouto corrects immediately and his tone is so insanely earnest you hiccup a laugh, even with your lips stretched around two of Natsuo’s fingers.

Shouto makes good on his promise immediately, his hand sliding between your legs, palm covering your pussy gently before his calloused fingertips move in a silky slide down your wet folds. Your body breaks out in goosebumps, all while Shouto eases two fingers in and out of you, deceptively quiet, letting the room fill with the sounds of you creaming against his hand. Your breath flees as his fingers thrust just inside your slick heat, teasing you with soft friction. You try so hard to stop yourself from holding your breath, periodically remembering how to inhale.

Your thigh is almost uncomfortably warm where Touya’s head lies, cheek pressed to bare skin. He groans happily as he watches his youngest brother’s fingers disappear into the dripping, tight clutch of your cunt.

“Right.” He murmurs, sinking his teeth into the plush flesh below him. “Ours.”

Shouto drops his head to lave at your clit in sweet, probing circles, making your toes curl and your hips twitch. It’s all you can do to not rip his hair from his head when your hands fist in his red and white locks. Natsuo tugs at the tips of your chest, rolling your already hypersensitive nipples between his fingers. It’s mind altering, how badly you want to come from this, your skin is covered in a fine layer of sweat and you jerk and buck against Touya keeping you held down. It feels as though Shouto is doing everything in his power to keep you lingering right on the edge, balancing the rapidly tying knot in your stomach with your desire to have this go on forever.

“As fun as this is to watch, I’m getting a little impatient here.” You watch as Touya palms himself through his jeans, undoing the fly when he realizes he has your attention again.

“We agreed I’d go first.” Natsuo grunts from behind you and Touya's eyes turn flinty in response but his stare never leaves yours, even as he talks down to his brother.

“Well I’m the oldest, dipshit.”

Natsuo continues groping at your chest until you break eye contact with the eldest Todoroki. Your head hangs down, getting an eyeful of Shouto pulling away, licking the taste of you from his lips. You open your mouth, to thank him? To cuss him out for stopping? You just don’t know and ultimately it doesn't even matter because before you can say anything, Natsuo sinks his teeth into the nape of your neck, biting down so hard he almost breaks skin.

“Fine.” He concedes, and Shouto wordlessly pulls away from you, eyes downcast and disappointed, like he can’t bear to part his mouth from your cunt. You bear down around nothing while Touya replaces Shouto, tapping the already hard tip of his dick against the puffy lips of your pussy. You buck your hips, silently begging him to get on with it, hoping to provoke Touya into action.

“Should I hold her open, little brother? I wouldn’t want either of you to miss me breaking her in.” He slides his thumbs up the lips of your entrance, keeping you exposed while Natsuo grinds the hard column of his cock against the small of your back. The shine in the eldest’s eyes is borderline scary, his gaze strips all artifice, any blustering confidence. Under Touya’s stare it’s not just your body that’s naked, it’s your fucking soul.

God, you’re really drunk.

Touya fists the root of his dick, slipping the angry red tip over your clit, once, twice, teasing you until you tilt your hips, wordlessly pleading with him again to push inside you. Finally, Touya concedes, shoving himself deep all at once, letting the girth of his cock spread you open. You cunt drips its contentment all over his pelvis, the sound of your hips colliding with his almost drowning out your fevered, breathless pleas.

He presses both hands to your shoulders, pushing you impossibly closer to Natsuo, making it absurdly difficult for you to squirm away.

The way Touya fucks you takes you by surprise. He’s slow, maliciously so. The heavy weight of his dick carves into you inch by inch, like he wants you to go insane. It isn't until he’s halfway in that you realize Touya has a piercing, several actually, concealed by the angle he’d had from above. What feels like six stainless steel orbs bracket the underside of his cock, three on each side. They’re not massive, thank god, so the sensation is barely perceptible at first, but once he’s finally all the way in, his hips flush with yours, the metal nudges and presses against the spongy spot inside you that makes you see stars. You dig your fingernails into his shoulder and when he smirks at you, you struggle to not bite the motherfucker. It’s clear he takes pride in the overwhelmed and impatient expression on your face, keeping his predatory glare on you while he grinds in deeper, not stopping until your eyes turn skyward.

He barely thrusts in and out, opting instead to pick and prod at your already pathetic mental fortitude by crushing his front to yours, bullying your insides with the head of his cock while you shriek and hum and sob with the overwhelming pleasure he brings you. He presses a flat palm to your abdomen, pushing down hard and greedily rubbing his pelvis against yours; “Fuck, you really are something. Natsu, pull on her tits again, bet she gets so goddamn tight.” Natsuo follows the instruction, tugging mercilessly, coercing you into arching your back. Touya takes advantage and slides his free hand under your ass before you can bring your hips back down again. Two fingers rub boldly at the entrance below your pussy, and you flinch violently when Touya pushes against you. You shake your head, hissing from the beginning aches of a forced intrusion and Natsuo and Shouto bite in unison; “Knock it off!”

Touya, to his credit, merely rolls his eyes and moves his hand lower, rubbing at your perineum in slow purposeful circles that occasionally allow the pad of his fingers to catch the rim of your asshole. You squirm beneath him until he starts fucking into you again, piercings, now warmed by your body heat, brushing what feels like every nerve ending you’ve ever had. Touya watches you bounce on his cock, all while you lay in his brother’s arms, thrashing when the feeling gets to be too much. Your cunt pulses around him, milking an orgasm out of him before he can warn you.

Not that you think he would to begin with.

“Fuck. Fuck. That’s it, squeeze down on me, baby.” He jolts forward, and the sound of his pelvis hitting yours is punctuated by the long drawn out groan of Touya being spent. You kick your leg out in frustration when he pulls out, whining low and watery in your throat at not getting to come again. All Touya does in response is lay a quick open-palm slap at your thigh, wink at you and smile, pleased, you assume, to have gotten a nut off before anyone else.

Mission accomplished you guess.

Shouto shoves his brother aside, and you could cry to God with how happy you are to see him between your thighs again. When the youngest brother seals his mouth around one of your nipples, sucking in long, desperate pulls, it feels almost vindictive. Like he’s punishing you for enjoying yourself, for enjoying how his brothers touch you, fuck you. Occasionally, his tongue flicks against it, pressing the peak against the ridge of his teeth, all while he grazes his rough fingertips against your inner thighs. His cheeks are flushed and he’s panting, honest to god out of breath at the sight of you, pussy puffy and used, hazy eyes heavily lidded, mouth slick and parted around gentle, quiet sighs in the shape of his name. He thumbs at the lips of your cunt, pulling you open, spreading you so he can see everything, watching you clench around nothing, watching you leak Touya’s come onto the bed sheets. “So needy.” he mumbles, and you both hang there, just for a second, while Shouto stares, consumes.

And then...he’s on you.

He isn't as big as Touya, but dear god does he make up for it in enthusiasm. So unlike the teasing, drawn out grinding and half strokes of his older brother, Shouto ruts against you like your pussy is the only thing keeping him alive.

The black t-shirt Shouto wears makes his shoulders seem even broader than before, his frame looms above you, arms heaving up and pushing back the weight of your thighs, until Natsuo helps by holding them up too, until you're very nearly bent in half for them. your toes are curled and bounce with every thrust he completes against you. The slow, thick drip of his brother’s cum leaks from your cunt, where the greedy pace of his thrusts disturbs it, sliding down the plush curve of your ass before dripping down into an obscene puddle below you.

The easy glide is perfect, nudging over and over at the rough spot deep within you. The tip of his cock knocks repeatedly against your insides and the sensation disables any and all coherent thought.

You choke on your spit as he fucks into you, gripping the bedsheets so hard you swear you can hear them tear in protest. Your core protests at the strain but you manage it, keeping your legs steady while they bracket the youngest Todoroki’s ears. Shouto tugs you further down the mattress, forcing you to slide down Natsuo’s front, and when your cheek makes contact with the middle brother’s hard-on, you place wet, open mouth kisses on his fly. Natsuo takes a fistful of your hair and tugs, separating you from his cock, brutally. You keen in pain, but Shouto’s dick distracts you from the worst of it, tunnelling inside you and striking that spongy spot that makes your vision go blinding white. Natsuo fishes his cock out frantically, as though he’s been waiting for your go-ahead, which is...sweet. Rather, it would be if he hadn’t agreed to debase you with his brothers while you were still heavily intoxicated. The younger, white haired brother releases you only when he’s completely free of the confines of his jeans, and smacks the length of his cock against your mouth, rubbing the shaft over your tongue when you present it to him for use. Natsuo is thick, thicker than both his brothers. His dick is mouthwatering, straining and red and threaded with angry looking veins you are desperate to taste. He won’t let you take it all though, will only let you kiss and mouth at it while he jerks himself off. Guides you to suck on his balls and stare into his eyes while Shouto fucks you harder, bringing his thumb to the hood of your clit and rubbing with intention. He must’ve been at his limit, because of the three of you, Natsuo comes first with a pleasured grunt, jerking his hips and covering his hand and the side of your face with his come. And though you know logically that it’s impossible, you had kind of expected his nut to be...cold.

Hands trembling, the middle brother returns his attention to your chest, smearing his spend over your nipples, pinching at them in time with the swipes of Shouto’s thumb.

You finally get to come, waves of it hitting you and dragging you undertow, smacking into your body so hard you give yourself a burgeoning headache from clenching your jaw. Your body spasms, over and over and Shouto fucks you through it all, eventually adding his own seed to the mess between your thighs.

At least you think he did. It’s hard to distinguish what happens around the time you pass out from the fucked up cocktail of exhaustion, intoxication and the sedating power of the best dick you’ve ever had.

When you surface some time later, Touya is gone. “Fucked off somewhere,” Natsuo provides when you ask and...well you aren’t sure if it’s a relief or a disappointment.

Best not to think about it.

Shouto is there though, gliding a warm, damp towel over your heated skin, while Natsuo, who it seems, hasn’t moved from behind you, presses soft kisses to the crown of your head, your cheeks, your throat. He plays with the gold hoop earrings you're still wearing, rubbing your earlobes, and tugging on the jewellery every so often.

“How was it?” Natsuo asks, his voice quiet and soothing, and despite having just woken up, you could see yourself succumbing to its gentle tone and slipping into sleep once again.

“Good,” you respond, murmuring quietly. Shouto finishes cleaning you off, tossing the towel into a nearby hamper. “Really good.”

Natsuo chuckles, and his breath huffs over your ear.

“Good.” He tightens his arms around your middle.

“Good.” Shouto nods, sitting at the foot of the bed.

“Good.” You repeat.

and so, i make my glorious return to bnha. support city girls who would do anything, including kill, for one night with soft yet firm dom natsuo. reblog what you like.

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eden-evergreen · 11 months

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your intimate time together was interrupted.

Shigaraki looks at the lovers with embarrassment and anger.

“You wanna watch or what?”, Dabi gloated, relentlessly thrusting into you.

The villain huffed and slammed the door behind him. He would have disintegrated the both of you in that moment if he had the resolve.

This time, your moan sounded like a whine, pulling on his dark locs, he already knew what you were trying to communicate.

“Don’t give me that look dollface… Its not like he’s never seen people having sex before — hah — Crusty basically worships p*rn”.

“Yeah, but he’s our boss....”

“No~”, Dabi stopped moving, lowering his head to kiss you softly as if to soothe you from the unpleasant surprise, “I’m your boss. He’s just a fucking incel”.

#thoughts & thirsts #dabi x reader #dabi drabble #touya todoroki x reader #touya x reader #dabi bnha #dabi mha #mha dabi #bnha dabi #dabi as your boyfriend #bnha touya #mha touya #touya todoroki #bnha villains #mha villains

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punkeropercyjackson · 20 days

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I'm a sillygirl Momo supremacist.She ain't nobody's class mama,she is SIXTEEN and it's the whole ass plot of Yaoyorozu Rising that being treated as older than she is gives her anxiety attacks and canon she hates Bakugou for being a spoiled dickbag that gets all the praise SHE worked her ass off to earn her entire life only to be treated as nothing but an object for men and as having no personhood outside her gender

So she's goofy as all fuck.She says 'Wozers!!!' unironically and is obsessed with pink and cats and she's trans and learned social skills through video games and memes and cartoons and j-dramas and books and everything BUT irl growing up cause her parents are adultifiers who didn't let her interact with other kids but it's okay because almost all of Class 1-A is equally autistic as her and she has 97 disorders but she is your friend and she loves fast food and eats it sloppily and she's 6'5 and used to hit her head on the UA doors and cry over it and talks with her hands and through mini dance movements and she's blasian dominican-mexican and her ponytail is in butterfly locs and she's got baby hairs too and a bedazzeld name necklace that was a gift from Shouto and she scrapbooks and plays with legos she created and beat Bakugou's ass with her quirk after having enough of the Izuku fuckery because he's like her brother but started it by taking off one of her boot's and using it on him like a chancla and her and Jirou and Mina are a Thing 1,Thing 2 and Secret 3rd Thing typa dynamic and the five of them and Hitoshi get up to crazy ass teenage shenanigans and fight the goverment and discrimination genuinely because unlike Horikoshi i'm not a cop and Shouto and her act exactly like a married couple yet nobody notices they love eachother romantically except Dabi who was gonna use her to get at her stickbug bf by radicalizing her to join the league but caught older brother feelings like she did little sister ones at the same and they got a little silly with it(went through the horrors and fixed eachother while also making eachother worse)

^^^^The vibe Momo brings to Our Hero Academia

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yugiohz · 2 months

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ms yughioz do i give dabi curly hair for this sketch of him 🤓 mayhaps even some locs ☝🏽

Aoaiughhhh, go with whatever feels right to you!!!! personally I do headcanon that dabi used to have loose curls as a child (young toga’s hair wasn’t as straight and spiky as his siblings’!)

#Asks

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jasontoddssuper · 1 year

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My Momo Yaoyorozu headcanons

Is a blasian latina!Her parents are an afro-mexican trans lesbian named Sheena and a japanese-dominican nonbinary lesbian named Minako,the latter of who she got her last name from.Her hair is naturally very kinky and she usually wears them in butterfly locs(and in a ponytail like in canon)and she has dark skin and strong facial features

Fat(this one shouldn't be just a headcanon,Horikoshi you literally based her quirk off using body fat😭)

Has anxiety and is autistic,adhd,ocd and mdd and develops ptsd due to what happened with Midnight.Her special interests are flowers,books,food,video games,cats and pink and she has a montain load of comfort items that her parents bought her

Is transfem bigender,her genders being girl and demiboy!She's also catgender,autigender and softgirlgender(a gender i coined that i use as blanket term for the femme genders i collect,such princessgender,pinkgender,sallymovian,etc).Pronouns are she/he/they/fae/petal.Orientation wise,he's bi,pan and demi

Jirou was his first love and they date for a while until their feelings naturally become platonic so they break up on good terms and stay best friends forever.Him and Sero dated for a bit too and remain close friends afterwards

Them and Shouto are in love with eachother but don't act on it until they're adults.But that dosen't stop them from acting like a couple to their own obliviousness

Thanks to the former,he goes with Shouto to visit Dabi in rehabilitation post-war all the time and eventually,they become like an annoying older brother and younger sister who joins in on his chaos

Loves McDonalds!!But usually drinks their food from it with tea instead of soda and there's one semi-near UA that they use as a hangout spot with their friends

Their room looks like it could belong to a Barbie character,it's all femme and 'cutesy'

Kids are naturally drawn to petals and petal finds it awkward at first but gets used to it as petal gets older and loves it

Elaborating on the comfort items bit,petal has a bunch of My Melody themed ones <3 My Melody just like petals FOR REAL!And trans things and video game goods!!

Grew up loving to make art and still does!!Faer's moms do their best to keep the stuff fae made around the house,be it drawings or jewelry or something else

This last one isn't a headcanon but a reminder:She's shown multiple times that she hates being adultified so stop calling her a 'mom friend'.She's not 'more mature' than her classmates,she's just as much as a child as them and deserves to be treated as such

@kyojurolover @agrebel18

#momo yaoyorozu #sheena yaoyorozu #minako yaoyorozu #minana #blasian momo agenda #jirou kyouka #momojirou #sero hanta #momosero #todoroki shouto #todomomo #t4t todomomo #dabi #group:freezerburn wonder woman and jason todd #bnha geekery #platonically:#real self shipping hours #letters from summer

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dabisdelishuscuhhm · 11 months

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♡♥︎Dabi x black! fem! reader♥︎♡

A/n ♡ Y/n has braids/ locs. Also ur quirk is basically recovery girls quirk. ♡

♡. ♡. ♡. ♡. ♡. ♡. ♡. ♡.

Warnings: boy parts, Dabi has a dick piercing, voyeurism

♡. ♡. ♡. ♡. ♡. ♡. ♡. ♡. ♡. ♡. ♡

° You sat there at the bar, stirring your drink with the straw absentmindedly. You stared into nothingness glossy eyed. The dim yellow light from the single light bulb is illuminating the room around you and falling onto the face of the burnt man sitting next to you.

"What's wrong doll, " Dabi asked, a fuckboy-ish tone laced his words.

"I-I don't know uhhhhmmmm... Maybe y'all fucking kidnapped me and have me using my quirk on you people without my consent? Maybe t-that's what's wrong?" You responded in an uninterested, monotone voice.

"That was 3 weeks ago, you're basically part of the league now, " Dabi laughed, "why would you still be mad about that? Are we that annoying? "

"You are. "

"Aahhhh, " he hissed through his teeth as if in pain and held his chest.

You chuckle a bit and smile, and he smiles back at you. You take a sip out of your fruity drink made by Kurogiri who is now asleep along with the rest of the league. The two of you are all alone.

"Damn, I wish I was that straw, " he snickers, "I want you to suck on me like that. "

"Oh wow, " you roll your eyes.

He watches you finish your drink. His eyes grazing across your figure, your hair and how it falls onto your shoulders and land into your bust. The way your lips wrapped around that straw and the way your eyes dart toward him and go back to staring at nothing as if it didn't happen. His eyes go to your neck and he imagines adorning it with purple hickeys. His mind wonders and he gets lost in thought. Thoughts of doing nasty things to you.

"HEY, " you wave your hand in front of his face, "eyes up here. No boobs. Eyes. No boobs. "

He chuckles and looks you up and down and utters a sentence that prompts you to roll your eyes at him for another time.

"I'll look wherever I want, babe. "

The way those words drip out of his mouth, the smooth darkness of his voice, it makes the tips of your ears tingle and heat rush against your cheeks. Your brown skin has your blush hidden, much to your appreciation.

"I'm going to bed," you announce in a bored tone, trying the best not to show that you were flustered.

"Can I join you? " he responds.

"Stop being a fuck boy Dabi," you say, your back turned towards him as you walk toward your bedroom.

He makes his way to his way to his room too, which was conveniently across from yours. Your doors are directly in front of each other and if you both keep the doors open you would see the other person in bed.

Dabi takes advantage of that fact often. He leaves his door open just a little bit when he has his bitches over. He would bend them over the same way, making sure you got the best angle. He would watch you watching him each time with the same cocky smirk on his face. You would touch yourself through your clothes while he wasn't looking, the embarrassment of the thought him seeing you like that was too much.

You could close your door, but the sheer horniness you feel in those moments pull you back and keep you strapped to the queen sized bed, your eyes glued to the performance before you. You take in all the sounds, imagining yourself in the place of the new person in his bed. Imagining yourself bent over, your face planted into his dark grey bed sheets as he slams into you with his pierced cock. Screaming into the sheets, trying to keep quiet ...just like they do.

Tonight, though, he didn't have anyone over. The rest of the league are asleep, exhausted. A lot of them got hurt earlier in their mission. It was a night of victories for them never the less but they still got badly hurt and with the help of your quirk they're not in the ICU handcuffed to their hospital beds. For some reason though, Dabi didn't get very hurt at all and is still awake.

You get to your room and lazily pushed the door closed. It didn't really work but you didn't care that much. You grab a pair of shorts that were a little too small for you that you stole from Toga and an oversized shirt you assume was Dabi's that you found in the laundry and changed. Then, took a scarf, that was also stolen from Toga,and wrapped your hair with it. You know damn well that Shigaraki won't let you leave, especially if it's just to get your hair done and you are not about to let yourself start looking like a bum for anybody. You climbed into bed and let yourself drift into sleep.

Dabi sat on his bed, his door open. He watched you change. He just can't get enough of you. He had a bit of an interest when Shigaraki first brought you here but that curiosity quickly turned into a slight obsession with you. Your voice alone makes him "tingle". Sometimes he thinks you're teasing him on purpose. The way you look at him, the slightly revealing clothes you wear around him. You fascinate him. The fact that you were a little too calm about being trapped here, it made him curious.

Dabi made a visit to your former residence a few days ago. He entered to your apartment --well, former apartment-- and made his way to your bedroom. He steps onto your tiled floor, the rays of sunlight flowing into your room through the white translucent curtains covering the bedroom window.

His eyes stroll through the room, observing the anime posters on your walls and the PC setup on your desk. Your bed was unmade but wasn't messy. Dabi was kind of disappointed. You had a pretty normal room but his attitude changed when he went in further. He sat onto your bed and lifted your pillow and a smirk pulled at his lips. A small, pink vibrator was tucked under the pillow. He got up and opened the draw in your nightstand and his eyes flew wide open. It was filled with toys. Toys of different shapes, sizes and textures. He couldn't help but let out a little scoff out of pure awe.

"Y/n, you are one horny slut. "

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♡. ♡. ♡. ♡. ♡. ♡. ♡. ♡. ♡.

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#bnha #dabi headcanons #dabi my hero academia #dabi x y/n #lemon #x fem!reader #dabi x female reader #lov x reader #fanfic

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dabisbratz · 1 year

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hold up cause dabi railing reader after he gets a retwist? i think ur on to sum..

i wrote out a sorta similar (emphasis on sorta) idea where bokuto wanted to hang, but reader couldn't cause it was hair day. so bokuto spends a bunch a time learning which loc gel to buy n learns how to retwist and do all them fancy loc styles n shi so they can still hang out.

nyway all that to say ur such a good writer an im just glad u exist. might sound corny but i dont see a lot a black guys really talk about like writing fanfic n stuff (might just be me tho) so it felt kinda lonely💀 finding ur account legit made my day.

THATS SO CUTEEEE ID LOVE TO READ IT!!! love that we all can agree bokuto’s rockin with us<333

that’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever said): thank you!! made my night): n it’s true, i feel like there’s a lot of us just very… silent? or maybe it’s just cause of the fact that we’re a minority inside a minority? i know growing up felt kinda isolating bc of that, and writing in spaces where the majority of fans were white didn’t really help.. but i truly feel like there’s more of us than we think!

#𐂯 ! ⊹ 𝓉𝑜𝓎𝒷𝑜𝓍 — ᵎᵎ ₊˚

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sunarc · 9 months

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Okay so I just watched MHA and I'm crying sliding down a wall and pulling my locs out from the roots over dabi... that man deserves the biggest most affectionate hug known to mankind omg

#bri.rambles

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diarioelpepazo · 2 months

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Camila Capriles, la súper rica venezolana que reclama ser marquesa. Alterna con los Casiraghi y con los Borbón y se desplaza en avión privado cuando tiene que cruzar el Atlántico para ir a París o a Madrid, donde los Capriles tienen muchos negocios. Ahora su familia reclama para ella el marquesado de Irache para que además de multimillonaria pueda ser noble Camila Capriles en el jet de su padre, Armando Capriles.IG Consuelo Font En este mundo hay gente rica, muy rica y archimillonarios que viven en otra galaxia. A esta última condición pertenece Camila Capriles Mileo, que con solo 18 años surca los cielos en su avión particular, un Gulf Stream G-450 en el que un chef japonés le prepara sushi y sashimi. Con él vuela desde Nueva York, donde reside, a Miami, su segundo hogar, o a París para comprar un bolso de Chanel, o a Madrid, ciudad que frecuenta bastante. Aquí sus padres son dueños de un fabuloso ático -un dúplex decorado por Pascua Ortega en un edificio histórico frente al Retiro-. En Europa Camila tiene amistades top, como Tatiana Santo Domingo, la mujer de Andrea Casiraghi, o la modelo rusa Natalia Vodianova, casada con Antoine Arnault, heredero de la multinacional del lujo LVMH. En España también frecuenta a los vástagos del Ibex y la aristocracia, como los Medina Sidonia, los Del Pino, Abelló o los hijos de Nati Abascal, que es íntima de sus padres, Armando Capriles Capriles y Corina Mileo. Esta pareja forma también parte del círculo cercano del Rey Juan Carlos, tanto que en su 83 cumpleaños, en 2021, viajaron con un grupito de íntimos a Abu Dabi junto al marqués de la Sauceda, tío de Corina Mileo y gran amigo del Emérito. La Infanta Elena fue una de las pasajeras del jet de los Capriles en el vuelo de regreso a Madrid. Camila trabaja con su padre en su oficina de Nueva York, donde la familia reside en el corazón del exclusivo Upper East Side. Además, poseen mansiones en medio mundo, desde París (en la Avenue Foch) a Comporta, en Portugal, donde en su villa La Cañada Naty Abascal se confinó durante la pandemia. También tienen residencias en Londres, Gstaad, Caracas, Los Roques, y Bahamas, donde Camila practica su deporte favorito, el kitsurf, aunque también es una consumada esquiadora. Ella es la primogénita de tres hermanas y el ojito derecho de su padre, ahora empeñado en auparla a la alta aristocracia española, el sueño recurrente de la mayoría de las grandes fortunas iberoamericanas. Pero en este caso, por derecho propio y avalado por su pedigrí pues, según revelan fuentes de la familia a LOC, ha interpuesto en los tribunales una demanda para reclamar el marquesado de Irache con grandeza de España a Luis Alexis Villanova-Ratazzi Ferrán, su actual titular, descendiente de Napoleón. Capriles se ampara en los orígenes nobles de su mujer, Corina Mileo Trotta, (51) sobrina del marqués de La Sauceda y descendiente de Cristóbal Colón y de la aristocrática familia González de Aguilar, de Écija (Sevilla). Prueba de su fascinación por la historia y la genealogía española es que, según dicha fuente, Armando Capriles fue quien adquirió en 2012 en Sotheby's la famosa pulsera de diamantes y perlas rosadas que compró Alfonso XIII en 1928 en Cartier para la Reina Victoria Eugenia. Hasta ahora se desconocía quién había sido el comprador. El venezolano, según su familiar, "pagó cerca de tres millones de dólares (2,8 millones de euros) en la subasta por la pulsera". Nacido en agosto de 1962 y apodado coloquialmente el Pelón, Capriles, a quien la prensa venezolana calcula una fortuna cercana a los 2.000 millones de dólares, es primo hermano del opositor Henrique Capriles Radonski, enemigo de Maduro, que le ha inhabilitado como candidato a las presidenciales. Hablar del clan Capriles, varios de cuyos miembros a raíz del chavismo han traído sus negocios a España, es hablar de una de las familias con mayor fortuna y poder en Venezuela durante décadas. El patriarca fue Miguel Ángel Capriles Ayala, magnate

de la prensa fallecido en 1996, y dueño de la Cadena Capriles, propietaria de diarios como Últimas noticias y El Mundo. De origen judío, dicen que su poder era tal que quitaba y ponía presidentes y extendía sus negocios a la industria, las finanzas y los servicios. Casado en dos ocasiones, su primera esposa fue Perla López Lugo, con la que tuvo siete hijos. Una de sus hijas, Mayra, se casó con su primo Armando CaprilesSchlemmer, fallecido en 2020, que fue corredor de coches al volante de su mítico tigre, un porsche pintado con rayas amarillas y negras. Ellos fueron los padres de Armando, que sumó las fortunas de ambas ramas y tras licenciarse en ciencias administrativas se dedicó a la gestión de los negocios familiares. PARA SABER MÁS Fortunas. Tuvieron después otro hijo, Miguel Ángel, casado con Andreina Villasmil. Su primogénito fue vicepresidente ejecutivo de la Cadena Capriles, dirigió el fondo inmobiliario SACA, y ahora gestiona Terminales Maracaibo, un gigante que presta servicios de carga marítima y gestiona locales en puertos y astilleros. Como a su primo Henrique, también le tentó la política y ejerció como diputado en el Congreso venezolano entre 1989 y 1998 por la formación centrista COPE. Dicen sus detractores que multiplicó su fortuna gracias a los productos estructurados creados por Chaves para inyectar dinero en las arcas venezolanas y aprovechando el diferencial de cambio entre el dólar regulado y el paralelo, algo que en su entorno cuestionan . Actualmente, con Maduro en el poder, tanto Armando, como su tío Miguel Ángel, hermano pequeño de su madre, Axel, y otros miembros del clan Capriles han dirigido a España sus inversiones, aunque son unos desconocidos para el gran público, pues se mueven con total discreción. Miguel Ángel se ha convertido en uno de los reyes del ladrillo en nuestro país, donde la familia posee una veintena de sociedades inmobiliarias, gracias a la compra de edificios singulares que rehabilitan y venden multiplicando su precio. En Madrid, sus proyectos se ubican en distritos cool como Justicia, Salesas o Salamanca. También tienen restaurantes healthy, tiendas e incluso gimnasios, como el Roots Lamarca, que sirve comidas, emplazado en una histórica fábrica de carruajes en la calle Fernando VII. Miguel Ángel Capriles López (63) es, asimismo, dueño del histórico palacio de La Serreta, en la localidad segoviana de Cuéllar, que data de 1464, que adquirió por 19 millones de euros. Allí, en 2018, se celebró la boda de una de sus tres hijas, Mayra, con Eduardo Otaola. Su sobrino, Armando Capriles, solo un año menor que él, tiene en España varias sociedades a su nombre, como Sunny Selirpac, dedicada a gestión de fondos con un capital social de 19 millones de euros, o la inmobiliaria Monina. Se casó el 18 de abril de 1999 en su hacienda de Los Ranchos de Chana en el parque nacional de Los Roques con Corina Mileo Trotta, (50), venezolana cuyos antepasados pertenecieron a la alta nobleza española. Su bisabuela era Elia Barrera González de Aguilar-Ponce de León y Fernández-Golfín, descendiente de Cristóbal Colón y emparentada con los Alba, Medinaceli y Alburquerque, además de prima de los marqueses de la Sauceda, Aguilar, y Villa Alegre. Nacida en Écija, donde poseían numerosos palacios y cortijos, era la primogénita del almirante José María Barrera y Luyando, patrón del Giralda, el yate de Alfonso XIII, y de Francisca de Paula González de Aguilar, íntima de Victoria Eugenia. Elia se casó en primeras nupcias con Fernando de Castro y su hija, llamada también Elia, lo hizo con Mirco Trotta, un italiano que emigró a Venezuela, y son los abuelos de Corina Mileo. Fue la hermana pequeña de la bisabuela de Corina, Pilar, casada con un Vilanova Ratazzi, quien rehabilitó en 1981 el marquesado de Irache con grandeza de España, titulo antiquísimo perteneciente a su familia. Fue concedido en el siglo XV por el rey Alfonso V de Aragón a Giovanni de Ventimiglia, conquistador de Sicilia, y posteriormente

pasó a Luciano Bonaparte, hermano de Napoleón, que lo cedió a su nieta, Laetitia, casada con Urbano Ratazzi. Actualmente, por cesión de su padre en 2023, lo ostenta Luis Alexis Villanova Rattazi Ferrán, apoderado en Conren Tramway Tres, empresa dedicada a la compra-venta inmobiliaria. Según la fuente familiar arriba citada, "pese a que el título lo rehabilitó su hermana menor, Pilar, la primogénita era la tatarabuela de Camila, Elia, con quien, por cierto, guarda gran parecido físico. Por lo tanto, los descendientes de Elia tienen mejor derecho, en esto se ha apoyado Armando Capriles para reclamarlo". Para recibir en tu celular esta y otras informaciones, únete a nuestras redes sociales, síguenos en Instagram, Twitter y Facebook como @DiarioElPepazo El Pepazo/Marca/El Mundo

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