#touya's cock would fucking hurt to take

[plush-rabbit]

Dating Enji to Get Back at Touya

Request: Idk if youre down to write thing kind of thing but the idea is; Touya is a shitty immature boyfriend whos never treated reader right even though theyve been dating for a long while. They finally break up after a big fight inwhich reader is just done with his bullshit. They sont talk for a while until he sees reader with his father of all people. Reader is with Enji and he treats her RIGHT☆ he spoils her and treats her like the women she is.  Touya is not happy♡  thats it, just reader dating Touyas dad for revenge but actually is really happy w him 

A/N: I’m gonna try a different format here so let me know how you think of it, kind of like a fic, but not a full one

Touya isn’t the best partner to have. He’s never cheated on you, but he’s so dismal of your feelings. He can be mean- ignoring you, walking out on you when you’re crying, staying for a quick fuck and leaving immediately and if he doesn’t leave immediately, he falls asleep and wakes up early to raid your fridge and leave without a note. 

There’s a certain charm to the relationship. Despite him being mean and the fights where he’d raise his voice and tell you nasty things in order to hurt you, to see you cry- he could also be sweet. He’d call you pretty, and kiss your cheek. He could fuck you nice and soft, and kiss you with so much passion you could have mistaked it for some deeper feeling. He wasn’t the type to say sorry, but he would bring you gifts- expensive ones that he’d know you’d like. 

But the fighting is too much. It’s mean and cruel, and both of you brought out the worst in each other. And one day, you had enough. You broke it off and deleted his contact and even though you couldn't bring yourself to delete the text messages, you did.

Maybe you should have gone with his brother, Natsuo, who you know would be a sweetheart and would treat you better than anyone could. Or maybe his sister, Fuyumi. She was always cute and had such a sweet voice. But, for better or for worse, his father was there, going through a divorce and desperate for something or someone to just relieve himself on, you and him both took advantage of one another after a few drinks and a confirmation that both of you were single. 

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Due to his failed marriage, Enji uses you as a rebound. It works out, really, since all you’re using him for is just to get back at his son. A “fuck you” and the pride- or something far more ugly and hurt- getting to tell him that you fucked his dad in his childhood home. And Enji gets to not be so alone anymore, gets to relieve his stress and use you in all sorts of harsh ways without a complaint. He gets to fuck somebody else while going through a mid-life crisis.

That’s all the relationship that it is, a ”fuck you” and a rebound. 

But then he visits one night after a long day of work, and like father, like son, he wants to use you, forget about his day. Maybe he should have called you, checked to see if you were awake, because even if light peeks out from under the door, you could be asleep. He takes out your key, and tries not to think about the implication of having a key to your home, and opens the door. Enji has memorized the walk to your room already, could walk the exact number of steps and turn without pumping into the corner of the wall if he were blinded. 

He can already feel his cock harden at the thought of getting to scoop you into his arms and have you ride him, to feel you clench and kiss his neck. His mouth salivates at the thought of kissing you. There are whimpers coming inside and his perverted mind, he knows he came at the right time- all it will be for the night is rushed kisses and a wet hole aching for him.

And then he opens the door, and you’re under the blanket, crying and taking shuddering breaths. You’re crying and you take notice of him. You can’t stop the tears, and you can’t mask the heaviness in your voice when you speak.

“Enji,” you sniffle and he stands at the doorway. “Shit, I’m sorry, I didn’t-” you rub at your eyes and tears drip down the curve of your face- “I didn’t know you were coming.”

He thinks about when Rei would cry and how he’d snarl and yell. How his youngest would stand between them, and he thinks about all he would do is yell even more. Late in the night, he would apologize, and in the morning, he would fuck her, muttering against her skin about how he loved her. 

His lips are dry and he can’t tell you that he just came here for sex.

“I- uh. I’m sorry.” You’re apologizing- for either the awkward situation or for crying. “I’m a mess right now.” You scratch at the space where your shoulder and neck meet and you leave lines behind. “You can leave if you want.” He can leave, because if you had told his son, Touya would have left in a heartbeat and you would cry about it, but you wouldn’t hold it against him. He would come back the next day and wouldn’t ask how you feel. Tears shine in your eyes, and you’re alone in your room, crying. “It’s fine,” your voice breaks and your lips tremble.

He thinks to himself that he doesn’t want to see another significant other cry because of him.

Quickly, he takes steps towards you, and he crouches by the bed. “What’s wrong?” His hand cups the side of your face, a tear catching on his thumb. “Did something happen?”

You start with a few heavy breaths, and your eyes shine and he can see himself in your eyes, kneeled on the floor, trying to comfort you. All you can do is cry, muttering about how work was awful and you can’t stand it anymore. You cry and he has such an urge to hold you, to run his calloused hands down your back and make it all better.

He isn’t sure when it happened, but he’s on your bed, stripped down to a white tank and his briefs, and you on his chest, with hands entangled in one another and his other hand running up and down his back. You fall asleep beside him, and he stares at you for a long time. His arm is asleep under you, and he makes no attempt to pull away from you. 

In the morning, you wake up and make breakfast for him. He sits with you for it, and sits on the couch next to you, his arm spread against the back of the sofa watching the morning news.

“I’m sorry for last night,” you say without looking away from the television. “I- uh- if you have time, I can make it up to you.” Your hand is on the inner of his thigh, and you look up at him, parting your lips and grabbing his hand that rests behind you, feebly guiding it to the back of your head.

“Sorry, but I have to go to work.” He kisses the top of your head and stands up. “I’ll come by tonight.”

If it was Touya, you would have been sure that was a lie, bet your life on it and bet your favorite blanket too. But Enji does come by tonight, and he comes with flowers and takeout and he sits with you, and he kisses you goodnight before sleeping beside you. And in the morning, he’s still there, sleeping beside you with his face buried into your chest.

“You really didn't have to do all this,” you tell him, the petal of a tulip tickling the tip of your nose. 

“Do you like them?” He feels like a child, standing awkwardly, hoping you’d say yes and waiting for your answer is the most nerve wracking thing he’s done all day. You nod and tell him you love them, keeping them close to you and unable to keep your hands off of the petals. And he swells with pride knowing you like what he got you.

-

Dating Enji is odd. He’s been married, but not once has he ever called you Rei. Never treated 

He’s large and imposing. And he’s kind and soft. He likes having you close to him, always a hand on you when you’re within arm’s reach. All the little things are celebrated, and wants you with him. 

you as her or compared you both. He kisses you good morning and kisses you goodnight. He makes you cry and apologizes. He holds you tight and tries to fix himself. You wonder what happened to Toiya to make him be so cruel, but you wonder who Enji was before you, why his ex-wife wanted to divoarce him. Why some of his children don’t call. He must have been mean before. You wait for the other shoe to drop, wait for him to yell at you and call you mean names until you cry. You wait for him to do something, but he never does.

He kisses you sweetly and makes room in his closet for you. He peels you mandarins and cracks open your pistachios. He holds your bags and carries you inside when you fall asleep on the drive home. He treats you so well, and it makes you want him. 

-

Touya was so sure that you would come back to him. Whether it was for a quick fuck or actually wanting to get back together, he wasn’t sure, but he knew- or believed- that you would come crawling back.

And days turn to weeks and weeks to months, and he’s with someone else, hoping that you’d call him in the middle of the night, asking him to come over. 

There’s something that he needs from his father, and when he walks into the smaller house than the one he grew up with- the family home being left to his mother- he can hear your laugh. He thinks to himself that he must be so stuck on you, that you must be the exact same way. It’s early in the morning, and he’s still a bit tired, a headache about to form in the back of his skull, and he thinks that it’s his imagination, until he walks into the kitchen, and sees you leaned against the counter, and his father with his hand on your hip.

Neither of you take notice of him until he clears his throat and you both tense, turning to look at him. 

His father looks a bit ashamed, but you don’t. You wave at him and return to cleaning up the table where two sets of dinnerware rests, a plate once full of food, now just scraps. Touya’s stomach drops and he realizes what all this is. His father fucking his ex, and living with them in some faux happy daydream. 

The worst part of whatever weird situation that he had the unfortunate luck of walking into, is that you actually look happy. 

You wear a necklace, one far better than the one he could ever have given you, and his father is speaking to him, wrds all garbled up and nothing more than nonsense as he stares at you, ready for a punchline, ready for you to be mean and attempt to make him jealous by kissing his father in front of him. All you do is kiss his cheek.

“I’m gonna go throw the trash, ‘kay Enji?” Your fingertips tap at his jaw to turn him towards you, giving him a kiss and walking away. 

You’re on a first name basis with his dad, and his father’s gaze follows you, watching you walk away with a smile he doesn’t think he’s ever seen him make. 

“I know it must be odd-” Enji starts, and it goes unlistened to, only glimpses and phrases, actually making sense. “-it just happened-” , “They’re really nice-”, “I hope you don’t mind.”

The last sentence is such a slap to his face that he gets up and walks out, slamming the front door hard enough that picture frames rattle.

When he goes outside, he finds you there, the bag of trash beside you, and your phone held in your hand. You ask if he’s leaving already, and you wish him for a safe drive. You don’t even give him a spare glance. 

He’s furious and he hates himself and you and his dad. He hates how happy you looked. How domesticated the both of you were- are. He hates how you moved on from him. That you meant it when you said you were done with his bullshit. He thought he would have had another chance. But he knows himself- he would have ruined it too, and even though the relationship was awful, he still went to you when you called him. He still bought you gifts and he still has your house keys.

“Do you live with him now?” His voice is emotionless, and there’s a hint of disgust in there to ask whatever void is growing in him.

You shrug. “Yeah. Got my own toothbrush here and everything.” You smile. “My place was starting to get cramped anyways.”

Inside, Enji calls for you, and quickly, you stand, wishing Touya a good day, and he stands outside with a bag of trash and a key with no home to return to.

#bnha #bnha headcanons #bnha enji #enji todoroki #endeavor x you #endeavor x reader #enji todoroki x reader #touya x you #touya todoroki #touya todoroki x you #touya todoroki x reader #i hoep you like this #this got me simping for endeavor #i think i wanna write for fatgum again #anyways im super tired #hope you like it!! #love you bye!!

[yanderenightmare]

aight so what's dabi like in bed?

Dabi - Todoroki Touya

TW: nsfw, noncon/dubcon, he's a sleazy dom

A SHITTY DOM

Dabi is a scumbag sleaze.

A head-pusher and a cocky fucking asshole. Pets your head and hushes and tuts at you as he makes you swallow his dick balls-deep to the hilt. An ugly soft smile on his lips as he looks down at you serving him, at you struggling and gagging, ordering you to be a good girl and lick him up, take him all the way in.

He gets what he wants without much struggle. He’ll push and nudge and persuade and gently force his goal forward, rendering you in no position to say no, ignoring it if you do. He just tells you to relax and breathe and keeps pushing.

It would be a surprise to feel him play with your clit while rutting into you, as he doesn't usually chase anyone's end but his own. Selfishly using your body to fulfill whichever means he desires, whether that be as a cum-dumpster, body pillow, or a plushie for him to cry into when he wakes from yet another nightmare in the dead of night.

He likes to slap you around a bit. But not really in any effort to actually hurt you.

Giving your ass a rough squeeze and a nice loud smack doesn't hurt you. All it does is let you know how you need to ride his cock faster.

And those small taps he makes with his hand on your cheek when his cock is pressed into the pocket of your mouth are meant more as encouragement than anything else. It's just his way of expressing how cute you look when you're struggling to take his cock down your throat.

It's the same with the curt smacks he makes to the back of your skull. They're only meant to help. Assisting you in choking his cock further down until you have him nicely swallowed down to the base.

Besides, those light slaps to your face after you’ve gagged on his dick for the better half of an hour are always done with love, of endearment. When he’s smeared all spit and cum over your dumb expression, painted you with the sloppy mess, making you look so glossy and beautiful with those precious slicked teary lashes and blubbering swollen lips pouting up at him.

He circles his large, lanky fingers and ensnares your windpipe, liking how you squeeze him when he chokes you. Sinking into your weeping cunt, running you through until finally emptying all he's worth deep inside you.

It's his way of saying thanks.

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[viburnt]

Maybe helping puppy hybrid dabi and Shigaraki (seperately ) with their heat for fem reader?

Doberman! Dabi + Heat

Heats for Dabi aren´t the most frequent. It only happens once a year, and it isn´t much of a hassle to deal with it. When it occurs, his behavior doesn´t change at all, remaining the laidback cocky bastard he´s always been. Of course, his sensitivity spikes; he still needs some alone time to relieve some of that energy. 

He usually locks himself in the bathroom and bites his shirt to avoid getting too noisy while jerking off. It doesn´t take him long until he´s shooting blanks, emptying all that primal desire into his hand as his breath hitches.

Things changed when you appeared whatsoever, his heat becoming problematic whenever you were close by. If he could handle himself in the past, he is a lost case when he smells your scent in the room. He becomes pushy, grinding his crotch against you at any given chance. It doesn´t matter to him if he is in public or private, he´ll make sure to let you know he wants you. 

Dabi´s heats with you amplify his sly and smug behavior, making innuendos here and there to gauge a reaction from you. He hates himself for being so insistent, but he wants you to give in to his debauchery and let him breed you once and for all. You often have to scold him for being such a bad dog, but the warmth coming from your sex often betrayed you. You liked that, and Dabi knew it perfectly.

When you finally agree to help him with his heat, Touya loses no time. He doesn't even undress you fully, he just removes your bottoms and tugs your panties aside. Needless to say, he is inexperienced as fuck, but his confidence was too much for you to notice. His go-to position is doggy style (no pun intended), where he can pull your hair and watch your ass bounce with each thrust.

Dabi says the nastiest things when he is lost in pleasure, the animalistic side of him taking over as fat hot tears roll down your cheeks when he bullies your cunt. "What a good bitch! Ah, fuck- Taking my cock so well, gonna fill you until it´s dripping out of you." He feels a little embarrassed when you remind him of his words, but he is not sorry about saying it.

Safety is something that needs to be talked out with him during his heats. No, I´m not talking about being on the pill or using a condom, I´m talking about literal dog safety. During his heats, Touya can get a little too enthusiastic; he tends to bite and scratch, leaving red marks on your skin that sometimes take a while to disappear. It´s not intentional (although he is a little proud of them), so he allows you to either put a leash on him (to tug whenever he is getting too aggressive) or a muzzle (to prevent unwanted bitemarks).

Gets very clingy after he is done pumping your cunt full of his seed, not letting go of you and making sure you´re ok. You´re his little lady after all, and one day you´ll be the mother of his puppies (or at least that´s what´s in his plans), so he rubs ointments on the places he hurt you and cuddles you a lot.

"Sorry, was I too rough?" Dabi asked, kissing the skin of your shoulder as he held you close. For the past hour, he´d been fucking you senseless on your bed, face buried against the mattress as he bullied your cunt. Rough would be an understatement, but you guessed it was your fault considering you never pulled the leash. "It´s f-fine, I promise," you assured him with hitched breaths, "I just need a moment." Dabi shook his head, engulfing your body in the warmth of his. "Let´s take a break for now, we can continue later..."

Rottweiler! Shigaraki + Heat

Heats for Shigaraki are a little more frequent than Dabi´s, occurring from one to two times a year. They normally happen during spring and fall, lasting about two or three days. His behavior is the worst out of all the puppy boys in L.O.V., growing aggressive towards anyone who tries to interact with you. He rubs himself against you and refuses to let go of you even if it is to have some privacy. "I´m just keeping an eye on you, that´s all!"

Before you, he´d take care of his ruts by locking himself in his room and getting distracted with video games. It felt embarrassing for him to try to jerk off, even if his body was aching to. Sometimes, when things were too overwhelming for him, he´d take out his anger/frustration with the people around him; heats amplify his mood swings, and he can get very destructive if he doesn´t have the correct enrichment to deal with it.

With you, his heats are more focused on the attention you give him. It´s embarrassing and humiliating for him to be so clingy and touchy with you, especially when his brain screams to be smothered by you; he´s afraid that you may think of him as a pervert or a loser.

He gets very whiny when he can´t get what he wants, messing with your stuff in retaliation. Tomura doesn´t mean to be that bratty, but he acts on impulse during his heats. You need to scold him from time to time, otherwise he´ll get too bold.

Tomura is a pillow humper during heats. He rams himself into the cool pillowcase of his pillow while taking a whiff of any piece of your clothing available. He tries to imagine it´s you who he is breeding, but as his left hand tries to steady his cushioned companion, his body can´t be fooled. He thinks he´d die on the spot if you were to ever catch him doing something like that.

When you agree to help him out, Tomura gets very shy. It´s almost cute to see his pale skin turn into a deep red hue. His favorite position to do it is mating press, holding your legs up to your head with carefully gloved hands to avoid hurting you. There´s something about your facial expressions and the way your tits bounce that make him go feral. You also are allowed to only "help him" if you don´t feel like getting stuffed. He is very compliant when it comes to you, so if you tell him to sit between your legs and rest his back against your chest while you jerk him off, he does! 

A curious thing about him is that he doesn´t take the spiked collar of his neck off. Why? Who knows, but it´s cute to see his fucked out face while wearing it. Oh, he also has a thing for instructions, so if you´re feeling lazy, you can just talk him through his orgasm while he humps his favorite pillow in front of you. Quite the view!

"Come on, Shiggy, you can do it." You purred. Tomura was carefully seated between your legs, hands on your thighs to steady himself a little as you dragged the pads of your fingers to the tip of his cock. "P-please, don´t make this more embarrassing than it is!" he whined, hissing at the way you massaged and pressed his glans. "I just want you to feel good, puppy. Want my baby to cum." You mumbled, kissing his ear in an oh-so-sweet way that made him jolt. After a few more pumps, he became undone, shooting translucent hot ropes of cum into your hand and dripping onto his sheets. "Ah, such a mess. We can´t leave it like this, can we? Let me clean it for you." You offered, licking off the slick of your hand, sending shivers down Shigaraki´s spine. "I hate you so much..." He stuttered, but he knew it was a lie; he´d be begging you to do it all over again after a few hours.

[mango-bango-bby]

hiii can i please request something where reader moans touya one night while them and dabi are have sex? idk, i just thought it would be interesting, love you <3

♡ Say It Again ♡

(A/N: I honestly had a lotta fun writing this 🥺🥺 I hope you like this, I wasn’t exactly sure how he would react but I think it might be something like this 👉👈 Love you too, doll 💖)

Content Warning ⚠️: Yandere, Dabi is readers toxic boyfriend, NSFW, choking (Dabi gently puts his hand around readers neck), marking, penetration, SPOILERS

Summary: After learning about Dabi’s past, you accidentally call him Touya (Yan!Dabi x GN!reader)

Masterlist ➸ ♡

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Dabi hated his past, he hated it! Everything to do with his childhood reminded him of pain, that included his own name. Touya. He fucking hated when people called him that, although no one in his life now called him that. No one even knew him by his given name at this point.

Even after being with Dabi for over a year, you didn’t know who he truly was. He never planned on telling you, he didn’t need to. He loved you, you loved him. He was able to completely have you all to himself, even if it was by him cutting off everyone who knew. But after he briefly mentioned his past while drunk, he ended up telling you who he truly was, you didn’t really bring it up after that.

Tonight was honestly a night like any other, Dabi’s hand gently resting around your neck as he slowly left bite marks across your chest. “Dabi, move already” you whine, not being able to stand how his cock was in you but he refused to move. He was teasing you, you can tell when he smirks against your skin.

“Ask nicely and I might, doll” Dabi says, moving so he can say this directly in your ear. He can feel you shiver at bit at his gruff voice. You’re so cute. “Please start moving, please?” You whimper, gasping when he begins to slowly thrust into you. He loves when you say things like that, when you get needy for him.

Dabi takes his hands away from their current position. He places his large hands on your waist, digging his fingers into your soft skin. It only hurts a little, it will most likely just leave a small mark. You don’t care though, whimpering at how he’s somehow able to hit every single sweet spot inside of you.

You bring your back off the bed, wrapping your arms around him to bring him closer. “Dabi” you cry out softly, gripping onto him for support. Even though he was going relatively slow (at least by his standards) his thrusting was still incredibly powerful and hard enough to have you digging your nails into his back.

“Hah, Dabi!” You moan, practically directly in his ear. You hear him grunt when your walls clench slightly around him. The more you begin to moan, the faster he begins to speed up his pace.

“Ah! Touya, don’t stop!” You whine, holding tighter onto him, your chest up against his. You hadn’t even realized what you had said until Dabi slowly stops his thrusting and lifts himself off of you. “S-Shit, I’m sorry” you say, noticing the way Dabi’s gaze darts across your face.

“Say it again” Dabi says, snapping his hips into yours, hearing the sweet moan you let out. “Say it again” He says, enunciating every word clearly. You whimper as he leaves kisses on your jawline and up to your ear.

“Touya. Touya, it feels good” You moan softly, hearing Dabi let out a small ‘fuck’ under his breath.

Perhaps his name wasn’t so bad when you called him by it.

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Thank you for reading, darling!!

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[inkykeiji]

yeah but imagine being the ONLY one that can make both sukuna's heart and cock throb, that even hes mad at this fact and at himself... I think he'd be so absolutely violently possessive, more than your other iterations, just cause I picture him exactlyyyy like the anime makes him out, minus the curse lol but I picture him a bit more controlled yet 10x more sadistic

omg anon yes yes YES a million times yes to literally all of this!!! you reached into my brain and plucked this from the depths, i completely agree with you 100%!!! that’s exactly why i think exploring sukuna with some sort of ‘significant other’ (is he capable of ‘true’ love??? who knows!! i’d be exploring that for sure!!!) would be SO much fun—because you’re entirely right, he would be so incredibly pissed that someone (and probably someone he deems extremely weak) has such control and power over him (his body + his emotions + his mind). because this makes him susceptible to vulnerabilities, and oh no, he can’t have that, he must immediately take full control over you so he can ensure that YOU never hurt HIM; so that you can never be used against him, as bait or leverage. 

i think it’s due to these facts above in addition to his inherent selfishness (which i think would translate to him needing to own you in a relationship type dynamic, plus a hefty dose of jealousy) that would be the root of this extreme possessiveness you’re talking about. 

he really would!!! he’d literally be touya-nii dialled up to a million HAHAHA. because while touya-nii has the ability to feel a few cinders of guilt on very rare occasions, and can feel something somewhat similar to ‘love’ for a select few people, sukuna cannot feel anything other than pure obsession. 

i agree! i think he has an impeccable amount of self control. he very, VERY rarely loses his cool in any way unless he allows himself to lose his cool. he could be seething with anger so strong and so potent it’s melting his insides, but on the outside he’d still be extremely apathetic—calm and unbothered. and he’d stay that way until he decides to allow his opponent to know he’s pissed off. but with you, with you it’s different, because you’ve learned to read him; you know how to decode the sharp glint in his eye or the slight twitch of his lips or the barely there flare of his nostrils, and that pisses him off, too, because that’s yet another weakness, a crack in his meticulously crafted mask. even still, he isn’t going to show you, or fully unleash it on you, until he finds the opportune moment; until the time is perfect. 

he’s mean as FUCK. he’s mean for no reason, he’s mean for fun, he’s mean for stress relief. he’s mean when he’s happy and he’s meaner when he’s angry. he’s mean as a form of entertainment, because he just loves the expressions and reactions he can so easily conjure from you, and he’s mean as a form of experiment, to see how far he can push you, which actions get which reactions, etc.. it’s his favourite pastime, it’s how he shows his love, he tells you, and you should be honoured he’s even bothering waste so much attention and effort on you at all as if he ever had a choice in the first place <3

#UNDER A CUT BECAUSE I KEPT RAMBLINGGGG #SORRY THIS IS LIKE #this turned into a character study HAHAHAHA #all of this is to say: i agree with you completely!!!!! #i hope ur having a fantastic day anon!! #pls be safe n stay hydrated!! <33 #inky.jjk #inky.sukuna #inky.bb #clari gets mail

[angelamajiki]

PARINGS: Pro Hero! Dabi x Sister! Reader

TW: yandere, incest, no con, voyeurism, choking, burning, unprotected/no prep sex, breeding/creampies, snowballing, public sex, degradation, lots of dirty talk

AN: WHEEWW my first fic in a while, so excited for my first join intro collab!! thank you to the lovely jo for writing it <33 enjoy

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Breaking news: We have yet another report to add to the slew of attacks this month, this comes just days after we broadcast rumours of villains running rampant over the city. This spate of attacks has put the entire metropolitan area at a standstill, road closures and damaged property making it difficult for commuters to get to work in the morning. Road maintenance endeavour to do its best to keep the city running, but it seems futile when these attacks continue to increase. The entire city was brought to a standstill by the mysterious villain who has still not been named, but reports show they are nothing like we have ever experienced before.

Where are the heroes now? Who will save us from the terror overwhelming our city?

Every day the crime toll continues to rise and we have no one here to protect us. The Hero Public Safety Commission assured us earlier in the week that the crime rate would go down, that the top Heroes are out there protecting our city, but if so, where are they? Is it really safe to go out anymore, who can we trust? Would you put your life in the hands of a Hero today? When they have proved our streets are no longer safe. We still have no information on what is going on, or who is involved but we must remain observant. We will continue to report the latest news as we receive it, but for now, we must implore you to heed the warnings of the city-wide curfew that is soon to be implemented. If anyone has any information on these occurrences in the city please send them to us or contact the police, you can remain anonymous. The safety of our citizens is what is most important, stay vigilant and don’t go out unless it is absolutely necessary.

Christ, what a load of bullshit the news was nowadays. Constantly whining and squealing about what heroes did and didn’t do, promoting fear-mongering like it was the hottest trend. Between your father and two older brothers dedicating their life to the cause of justice, the world always felt just a little safer to you, the naive little thing that you were. And tonight was no exception.

Despite the rapidly increasing crime rates, your judgment to grab a couple of drinks in the city with your friends was hardly swayed. The stress of it all was getting to you and you’d love nothing more to drink your heart out at one of the few spots still left open. It was a sleazy place, but it was fun. If anything, you found a bar in the area where your eldest brother was currently stationed patrolling.

Touya had always been protective of you ever since the two of you were children, and he carried that same possessiveness well into your adulthood. Always chasing off any potential suitors, keeping you out of trouble, and generally being a menace to anyone who thought they were good enough to be around his favorite little sister.

By the end of the night, stumbling around drunkenly was the only thing keeping you upright as you made your way out of the club and onto the street, looking for a taxi to get you home. Sirens wailed faintly in the distance, a mess of blue and red lighting up the darkened streets.

“Hey sweetheart. Need a hand?”

Grubby hands met your arms the same time the cool air of the night did, tugging and pulling at you to come closer, wherever that may be. Jaunts and laughter echoed off the buildings, only adding to the haziness the alcohol induced. “What’s a pretty little thing like yourself doing out here all on your lonesome?”

Weak attempts to push the group of assaulters off you were in vain as they groped and squeezed your body at their pleasure. “Come on, we’re just trying to keep ya company. Right, boys?”

“Stop..”

Your whine came across much more pathetic than you could have ever hoped, only earning more chuckles from the men. “Just relax, sweetheart. We’ll take good care of you.”

Blue flames danced around the group of you, closing the lot of you against the building wall in a small circle of fire.

“Will you now? Last I checked, I'm the only man suited for that.” Touya was less than amused to have found out from Fuyumi that you traveled into the city given its state, even more so when he saw how drunk and disorderly you were being.

“T-Touya-nii!”

The men untangled themselves from you with ease, tossing you into the arms of your expectant brother, who was more than glad to pull you into a tight embrace. “Shit! It's the number three, Heatstroke!”

The comforting warmth of his body and scent of his cologne settled your frantic nerves, tucking yourself closer into his arms. “Honestly, it’s like you're asking for it at this point.”

Your heart sank low in your chest, but you couldn't find the strength to move away from him as he scowled down at you.

“Look at what you're wearing, you little tease. Bet you would have loved to have them violate you, huh slut?”

Never has Touya been so venomous with you before; it made your heart hurt, even more, to see your beloved nii-san be so cruel.

“Don’t you worry, that’s why your big brother is here to show you who you really belong to.”

Shoved against the wall, he pinned your trembling form with his right knee in between your legs and his hands wandering over your skimpy dress.

“You boys can stick around to watch; let a real man show you how it's done.”

Flames singed at your dress, burning it to ashes to expose you in the cool wind of the night. Hot fingers pressed into your skin, littering marks in their wake before they wrapped around your throat. “You were just begging for nii-san to come to save your slutty ass, huh, princess? I know you checked my patrol schedule before ending up at this dive.”

His hand tightened around your neck, his lips at your ear. “Wanted nii-san to come put you in your place, yeah? After fuckin’ teasing me all these years, you finally cracked me. Are you proud of yourself, little girl?”

A whine slipped from your constricted throat, your smaller hand gripping at the large one squeezing you with everything it had. “And now you've got an audience to witness my ownership over you. You're mine, little girl.”

Finally releasing your throat, his hands traveled down to your chest and groped at your roughly, pinching and pulling at your soft, sensitive nipples. Bile was rising in your throat as you drowned in your own fear, feeling him drag you into the depths of depravity.

“What’s the matter, imouto? I thought you said I was your favorite. You're hurting my feelings, y’know.”

“Touya, please-”

A scoff slapped you hard in the face as his knee jerked up against your cunt. “Don’t start with me. I know who you really are and what you really want, even better than yourself.”

His words stabbed at your heart, and his wandering hands only seemed to pour salt over the wounds. “You’re nothing more than my whore, little sister.”

Hips ground against your backside in a slow, teasing manner, groans pushing past his lips as he did so. “You have no one to blame but yourself.”

His erection was pressed flush against you, straining in his pants before he unzipped himself. At this point, you were more than sobered up running on fear and adrenaline alone. Your panties were ripped clean off with his free hand while the other stroked his hardening cock. “Look at me.”

The tip was aligned with your hole, rubbing slightly to gather the minimal wetness between your lips. “I said look at me.”

Teary eyes peaked up at him through wet lashes, silently pleading with a man who was not known for mercy.

“Good fuckin’ girl, so obedient for your big brother.”

With one snap of his hips, Touya fully sheathed himself inside of your tight cunt, groaning at the way you squealed for him. “Aw, you like that, huh, princess. Feeling good?”

A warbled moan was the only response you could give him as he slowly began to pull out. The alcohol had you buzzing enough to block out the pain of the stretch, and damn did you feel filled to the brim.

“Can’t wait to breed this greedy little cunt of yours.”

His pace was slow, agonizingly so. Touya couldn't help but savor every second of the first time having been inside you, especially after dreaming about it for so long. God, if it didn't turn him on to have an audience, knowing that these men knew he was fucking his sister.

What would the media think? God, the news cycle would be ripped to shreds tomorrow over this breaking story. But hey, no PR is bad PR.

The thought of finally having staked his claim in you almost had him coming prematurely, but he had to hold out for your very first time together, and it certainly wouldn't be the last.

Heh, your crying face was so cute. Those tears weren't shy by any means and neither were your sobs. It's alright, you’ll learn to love being Touya’s cocksleeve.

“Say you love me.”

An impossible request when you're being violated by the person you held dearest to your heart.

His pace had picked up brutally, slamming into you without care for his flames spreading wildly nor the group of assaulters who seemed to vanish once they had the opening to.

“I-I love you, nii-san! I love you!”

Your cries were shrill and whiny, echoing into the chaotic night. The grip on your hips was heating up, so much so that his handprints were burned into your love handles.

“Good girl, good little slut.”

His breathing was erratic, hot against your neck as he growled and grunted into your ear. “Gonna let nii-san breed this pretty little pussy? Yes, you are. I know you are because you're fuckin’ mine, bitch.”

Moaning out your name, Touya came deep inside your womb, thick ropes of his cum painting your insides. You were soon to follow thanks to his thumb against your clit, causing you to writhe and whine in his arms.

Utterly spent, you rested against the brick wall you were pinned to, feeling the cum drip out of your still filled hole.

“Let’s get you home and into my bed, princess. I gotta go have a chat with Dad and Shouto, let ‘em know you’re fully off limits now.”

— tagging: @libiraki @bonesoftheimpala @tomurasprincess @sightoru

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right here - dabi x f. reader

“it’s happening again but i don’t give a fuck about your friends i’m right here, here. baby take a look around i’m the only one who hasn’t walked out i’m right here, here.” - chase atlantic, “right here”

touya-nii wants his baby sister all to himself. smut + angst, DARK CONTENT, 18+ MDNI

wc: 5k

warnings: stepcest (reader’s mom and rei are together, and reader calls him nii-san/touya-nii), emotional manipulation + toxic relationship, drug use, mentions of violence + murder, dumbification, infantilization (reader’s a crybaby lol), degradation, unprotected sex w no prep

a/n: the lovely @inkykeiji ‘s touya-nii series is my absolute favorite fanwork i’ve ever read, and it inspired me to write this!! thank u so so much clari for letting me post this and for creating such a beautiful world with your words </3

“Oh, baby, what’s wrong?”

His words startle you, and you jump with a little yelp, dropping your bag onto the ground in surprise. It lands with a loud thump against the shiny hardwood floor, the sound making you flinch again.

He wasn’t supposed to be home yet. Your nii-san was almost never there when you got home from school. He was rarely home before the late hours of the night, well past midnight, when he’d slip into your room without your mother or Rei noticing. Which is why you’d allowed yourself to cry as you walked into the house, why you didn’t bother to wipe away the spidery mascara tears dripping down your face or swipe the snot off your nose. Your stomach coils uncomfortably at the thought of your nii-san seeing you like this, and you duck your head down, sinking onto your knees to retrieve your fallen backpack.

“Princess.” His voice was sterner this time, and it sent a little spike of fear shooting through you. You couldn’t handle his disappointment, not today, not after everything that had happened. “When I ask you a question, I expect an answer.”

“S-sorry, Touya-nii,” you stutter, eyes still trained on the floor. He sighs, a dramatic, overly exaggerated sigh that sends another dagger into your heart. You hear the sounds of the couch creaking as he gets up, the sound of his sock-clad feet treading against the hardwood as he made his way to you. His own knees hit the ground, and a large hand finds its way to your chin, long fingers hooking under your jaw and pressing upwards. You let out an involuntary whine as you’re forced to look up at him. Please don’t be mad, please don’t be mad, please don’t be mad, you think over and over, bracing yourself for his disappointed glare.

But instead, you’re met with concern swimming through his turquoise eyes. Somehow, that hurt even more than his reprimands would have. He was so busy, already so stressed, and now you’d gone and made him even more worried with your stupid crying. Stupid crybaby. Stupid, pathetic crybaby.

The thought triggers a fresh wave of tears, and you instinctively raise your arms to him. With a coo, he wraps his strong arms around your waist, pulling you flush against his body. Your face finds its home in his chest, nose buried in his soft cotton t-shirt. Your body shakes as sob after sob pours out. His hands trace comfortingly over your back, rubbing gentle circles against you as he holds you so tight that it almost hurt. But it doesn’t hurt, could never hurt. Nothing ever hurts when it came to him.

“C’mon baby, talk to me,” he whispers against the crown of your head as he presses soft kisses into your hair. “Nii-san can’t help until he knows what’s wrong, baby.”

You sniffle, and then pull your face out of his grey t-shirt, now stained with your tears and makeup and snot. “’M sorry, nii-san,” you whimper. “Sorry for worrying you. ‘M fine, I’ll be fine. Don’t worry about me.”

He tuts at that, and pulls you close again. This time, your face buries into the crook of his neck, your nose pressed directly to his skin. You inhale his familiar scent – Marlboros and spicy deodorant and something distinctive that’s so painfully him – and as it floods your nostrils, it helps to calm your breathing a bit. He’s saying something, his voice impossibly low, even lower than usual as he speaks directly into your ear. You force yourself to pay attention to his words. “…always worry about you, princess, you’re my everything. Don’t hide yourself away from me. You know, you make me more worried by not telling me what’s wrong, and you don’t want that, do you? You don’t want to worry your nii-san, right?”

You shake your head furiously – or, at least, as furiously as you can when his strong arms are caging you tightly against his body. It’s enough, though, because he coos and nuzzles into your hair. “Then tell me what’s wrong, baby.”

“It’s stupid,” you mutter against his skin. “I’m just being a crybaby.” You don’t look up, partially because you can’t with how tight he’s holding you, but partially because you didn’t want to see the disappointed expression on his face. “But…my friends. You know, I’ve told you about them. Katsu and Hanta and Eiji and Denki. They…they told me we couldn’t be friends anymore. They said they don’t want to be friends with a stupid baby like me.” Reliving the moment makes your skin crawl, and threatens to make you start crying again, but you blink your eyes to force the tears away and continue. “I don’t understand, Touya-nii! Just yesterday, they walked me home, and everything was fine! And now they hate me! I’m... I-I’m just…” The dam in your chest bursts, and the tears that you were trying so hard to keep at bay erupt at full force.

But your nii-san is there, with his arms wrapped tight around you and his warmth enveloping you. By this point, you’re completely in his lap, your thighs straddling him. You can’t deny that being this close to him affects you, like it always does. The combination of your already fragmented emotional state, paired with his hands that have now snuck under your shirt and weight of his clothed cock pressing against your core, make you desperate. Without realizing it, you’re rocking your hips, chasing bliss in one of the only ways that you know how to.

His warm hands grip at your waist and squeeze. The pain makes you gasp and still your movements, and you look up at him. Your wide eyes, sparkling with unshed tears, meet the blue flames of his own irises. His blown-out pupils cover most of his eyes, but you can see the ring of turquoise that surrounds them, that beautiful cerulean sea that you adore so much. Your heart pangs, and for a second you wish that he’d stop with the drugs and let you see those pretty aqua pools more often. But you catch yourself before you can get carried away. Nii-san knows best, after all. Who are you to question him?

You’re just a stupid baby, like your friends said. You suppose that they’re your ex-friends now, although the thought sends another sob wracking through your body. Touya’s eyes don’t leave yours, and he swipes away at your tears with one of his long fingers. “We’re not fucking right now, baby. You’re too emotional. C’mon, let’s go to bed.”

He gently repositions you in his arms so that he can carry you, and then he stands up and walks towards the stairs. You just let him, too dazed to say anything. Touya-nii? Turning down a chance to fuck? What has gotten into him? It’s so out of character that it leaves you dumb and confused. He walks up the grand staircase and across the plush carpeted hallway that leads to his room, easily transferring your weight to one arm so that he can push the door open. He gently lays you onto his plush mattress, and you expect him to climb in with you, but he walks towards his dresser and opens the second shelf from the bottom.

Your heart sinks, but you try and ignore it. Touya-nii knows best. Touya-nii knows best. Touya-nii always, always knows what’s best. He rifles through the various bottles and baggies that he keeps in that drawer before pulling out a little orange bottle filled with blue and white capsules. Wordlessly, he shakes a few out onto his palm before tossing them into his mouth and swallowing them dry. He’s probably used to it, with the way that he swallows more drugs than actual food these days.

He slinks back to the bed and plops down next to you, the weight of his body slightly launching you up. You shriek, and he chuckles. You try to shoot him a glare, but your nii-san is just so pretty when he’s smiling that you can’t help but giggle along. He extends a finger and curls it in a “come hither” motion, and you obey, scooting yourself towards him and nestling into his familiar warmth.

“Your friends are stupid,” he says. It makes you flinch. You had almost forgotten about the reason you were so upset – Touya always made you smile, always took the weight off your shoulders and made you forget about everything that was wrong. But his words are a harsh reminder, and everything comes tumbling down once again.

He notices the shift in you – always so perceptive, always so attentive – and presses a kiss to your forehead. You tilt your head up, desperate for the warmth of his lips against your own, desperate for him to touch you and take the pain away, but he shifts away. “Listen to me first,” he says sternly, and you nod, ever the obedient little puppy.

“Your friends are stupid,” he continues. “They’re stupid, and if they don’t realize your worth, that’s their loss, baby.” One of his hands comes up to cup your face, titling your chin so that he can gaze directly into your eyes. It’s far too soon for the oxys to have taken effect already, but you could swear that his pupils are even bigger than they were before. His eyes feel like an abyss, like black holes, sucking you in. You don’t think that you could ever escape – you don’t ever want to escape. “They think that you’re a dumb baby? They think that you’re too weak and stupid? They’re idiots. You’re my baby, and you’re perfect just the way you are.”

His words are like a fire, and it burns away some of the ice that formed in your chest after you’d spoken to your friends. Still, your pain doesn’t disappear quite so easily. Your little hands clutch his shirt and tug. “B-but I love them, nii-san. I don’t want them to think I’m dumb.”

Touya’s eyes flash dangerously, and your stomach twists. You don’t know what you did wrong, but you’re terrified that you made him mad, that he’ll throw harsh words or blows at you. Or, even worse, that he’ll push you away and leave. But the anger disappears as quickly as it came, and you try to tell yourself that you just imagined it. “I don’t give a fuck about your friends. You don’t need to love them, princess. You don’t need to love anyone else.” The hand that was cupping your face moves down to your chest, and you think that he’s finally going to touch you like you want him to and make you feel good. But instead, he taps at the space between your breasts, his large finger thumping against the spot on your ribs that shields your heart. “This little heart? Princess, you don’t need to give it to anyone but me. I’ll take care of your heart.”

You furrow your brow. Touya has always been protective, has always insisted that you don’t need anyone but him, but this still leaves a sour taste in your mouth. “Touya-nii,” you start to say, but he cuts you off.

“This isn’t the first time this has happened, has it, angel?” His words are just leaving you more confused, and you open your mouth to say so, but his hand shoots out and squishes your cheeks like a fish, effectively silencing you. It hurts, with how tight he’s squeezing you, but you can’t deny that the warmth of his hand is comforting. “Everyone’s left. Your dad left. Your mom’s never around. Those girls you used to hang around with, they don’t talk to you anymore. All of my siblings,” he says, spitting the word with so much venom that you recoil, “can’t stand you. And now these boys. Baby, take a look around. I’m the only one that hasn’t walked out.”  

His words hurt. They hurt because they’re true, because you scramble to find a single example of someone who love who hasn’t left you, and you can’t. You can’t. Your nii-san is the only one who’s stuck around, who’s listened to you cry and comforted you without running away. The only one who hasn’t recoiled at how sensitive you get, the only one who takes care of you and gives you what you need. A fresh wave of tears springs out of your eyes, and you try to bury your face in his chest, try to do anything but stare at the voids that used to be his eyes, but his grip on your face is far too strong.

“What’s wrong with me?” you whimper.

He coos, and releases his bruising grip, choosing to instead cradle your face again. You expect him to give you comfort, to tell you that there’s nothing wrong with you. You open your heart, ready to embrace the warmth of his words.

“You’re dumb,” he says, matter-of-factly, and your face must betray your surprise, because he begins to rub little circles into your cheek. “You’re dumb,” he repeats. “You’re sensitive, and you’re childish, and you wouldn’t survive a single day without someone taking care of you.”

You don’t register exactly when you started crying again, but tears are flowing freely down your cheeks now, running over his fingers that are still moving across your skin. “But,” he continues. “You’re perfect. You’re perfect for me. You’re too much of a god damn brat for anyone else to handle you, but I can handle you. Only I can handle my dumb baby sister. Do you get it?”

He pauses for a second, giving you time to try and absorb his words. The gears in your mind feel like they’re turning painfully slowly, and you can tell that he notices your confusion, because he gives you a dry smile. “This is exactly what I’m talking about, angel. You’re so dumb.” He knocks his fist against your skull, far too harshly, and you yelp a little at the pain. “There’s nothing going on up here. You’re so damn sensitive and annoying, nobody else can bear to deal with you. Don’t you see, princess, how lucky you are to have your nii-san?”

You nod. Your foggy brain is beginning to understand his words. “I’m…I’m so lucky to have you, Touya-nii.”

He chuckles, and he leans down, and finally presses a kiss against your lips. It’s chaste, and over far too quickly, no matter how desperately you try to prolong it, He pulls away and laughs at the pout on your face. “See, puppy, you’re so needy. Your nii-san gave you a kiss, but you’re still pouting and whining and asking for more. Don’t you see why nobody else likes you?”

You nod again. He’s right, you tell yourself, even though there’s still a piece of your brain that recoils at the idea. It doesn’t make sense, what he’s saying. Your friends never said anything about you being needy before, and your mom’s only gone all the time because she’s working, and, besides, she’s the one who took you and left your dad. It doesn’t make sense, but you push aside the stupid resistant part of your brain. Touya-nii must be right, Touya-nii is always right, and you don’t want to make him mad by being a brat and asking too many questions. You were being so dumb, he had to practically spell it out for you. He’s right. Touya-nii knows best. Touya-nii knows best, Touya-nii always knows best.

You look up at him with your glossy eyes, and he smiles back at you with his empty ones. But you can still see the small ring of turquoise that surrounds the voids, and you latch onto them, dive into those tiny blue-green pools and take respite. “’M sorry for being so needy, nii-san.”

“Oh, baby,” he coos. “My pretty, needy baby. Nii-san’s gonna take care of you, because if it wasn’t for him, who else would? You’d be so lost without your nii-san.”

“So lost,” you parrot back. You want so badly to make him proud, to make him give you more praise and sweet words. “Need you.”

“Fuck yeah you do,” he mutters under his breath, before suddenly pulling your face in close and kissing you. It’s violent, it’s messy, but it’s just what you need. He’s what you need. His teeth sink into your bottom lip, and you cry out as the sensitive flesh breaks. He doesn’t stop, doesn’t care – he just slides his tongue into your mouth, and you can taste your coppery blood on his tongue. Your blood, and the acrid taste of smoke from his Marlboros. It’s not bad though – no, it’s great, because it’s your nii-san and you love him more than words can say. His fingers sink into your hips and push you onto your back, and he climbs over you, teeth leaving little marks all over your soft skin.

“Nii-san,” you gasp, and Touya thinks it’s the most beautiful sound he’s ever heard. He breaks away from your neck and revels in the needy whine you let out.

Right now, with your small legs wrapped around his waist and your hands desperately clawing at his shirt, trying to pull him impossibly closer… this gets him higher than any drug ever could. You get him higher than any fucking drug ever could.

You grind your hips against his, and he growls before leaning down to reclaim your lips. It’s not romantic. Nothing about what you have is romantic, despite what the pretty words he whispers into your ears claim. It’s all a means to an end, a deception to get him what he needs. You’re his drug, and he’d rather die than come down. Would rather die than see someone else get their disgusting fingers on what he owns.

Which is why he was so fucking furious yesterday, when he saw you walking home with those four boys that you call your friends. A joke. It’d be funny if it wasn’t so pathetic. You really think those boys have any interest in being just friends with you, any goal in mind besides fucking you?

It was honestly just luck that led to him catching you. Jin was too damn stoned to move, and that idiot Tomura had sent Touya to do the runs instead. He was counting the money that a group of scared-looking college students had handed him, making sure that they weren’t trying to stiff him. He knew they weren’t of course – one look at those kids proved that they were too close to pissing their pants to even think about cheating him – but protocol was protocol, and it was there for a reason. Even if that reason was that Tomura’s big, scary daddy would get mad. He had just tucked the bills into his right pocket and reached into his left for the bottle of little green pills that those kids wanted when he saw you. Or, to be more accurate, he saw you being ogled by four boys, their hands all over you as you walked.

It made him sick. He didn’t even realize that he was clenching his fists until the bottle of pills in his hand exploded and little orange fragments sliced his palm. And even then, he barely registered the pain. It was the startled yelps of those kids that snapped him out of his furious haze, and he just threw the pills and plastic shards in the general direction before turning around and marching towards his car. They were saying something, complaining about something or the other, but he couldn’t fucking care less. His hand was bleeding freely by then, and he stopped before getting into his car – he didn’t care about whatever temper tantrum Tomura would throw about his shitty service, but he did care about his white leather seats. With a frustrated groan, he clawed at the wound with his blunt nails and dug out the bits of embedded plastic, and then pulled the sleeve of his jacket over his palm to staunch the bleeding. It probably should’ve hurt more, but the cocaine and rage flowing through his veins were a hell of a painkiller.

He knew those boys, of course. He knew everyone that you interacted with. He drove around for thirty minutes so they’d all have enough time to get home. His work phone wouldn’t stop ringing, and his fingers were too shaky to silence it, so he just smashed it against the dashboard. It sent more little pieces of glass into his already bleeding hand, but he didn’t care. He didn’t care, he didn’t care, didn’t care about anything besides how fucking furious he was right now. He wasn’t mad at you, of course – you were too dumb to realize otherwise. You probably thought those boys were just nice because they liked you, that they only had innocent intentions when they offered to walk you home. Fuck Jin for rolling when he was supposed to be working, and fuck Tomura for deciding that Touya had to be the one to take his place. Touya picked you up from school every day, and he dropped you off in the morning, and he took you wherever you needed to go. You’d assured him that you’d be fine getting home by yourself today. He assumed that you’d take the bus, which made him antsy, of course – plenty of fucking creeps that could get their hands on you, but at least you’d be in public – but seeing you walk home with that pack of wolves behind you made him see red.

Bakugo Katsuki was his first stop. That blond haired bitch had his disgusting hand thrown over your shoulder, and Touya had half a mind to blow his brains out for that. But, no. He forced himself to stay calm and rational, to control his rage and think about what the best solution would be. If all four of your friends suddenly disappeared, you’d be grief-stricken, and Touya couldn’t have that. He couldn’t have his cute little baby sister wasting her pretty little tears over some brats that just wanted to fuck her, to use her.

Killing was Touya’s go-to way of dealing with inconveniences, but if that wasn’t an option, he was a master at intimidation. With his scarred flesh and maniacal eyes, as well as the pretty little switchblade that he’d carried for years, he painted a menacing picture. He had to ring the doorbell seven fucking times before little Katsu answered, and the brat had tried to give him attitude. All that attitude had melted away within just a few moments, though, and poor little Katsu was left snot-faced and promising that he’d never go near you again. The next three had been much of the same, although they were much more initially scared than the blond kid had been.

It was a shame, really, that Touya didn’t get to actually hurt them. He would’ve loved to sink his switchblade into his flesh, would’ve adored their screams and the tearing of their muscles. A shame, but this was for the better. They’d let you down harsh, and you’d come crying into your nii-san’s arms.

You’re just so damn predictable.

He has every one of your reactions memorized, knows your body like the back of his hand. He knows, when he cups your pretty little face with his large hand, you’ll nuzzle into it. When his thumb runs across the seam of your lips, you’ll open them obediently, pulling his fingers into your mouth and sucking so sweetly.

He knows, because you’ve done it hundreds of times before, but it still feels so fucking good each time. The feel of your tongue swiping across his fingers drives him insane, and he has half a mind to just shove his cock in and fuck your face until you’re crying. But he holds himself back, because you’re pawing at him so cutely, begging for him to fuck you, begging because you need him.

“Please, nii-san,” you babble, your words slurred as they try and push past his fingers. “Need you. Need you so bad, nii-san, need to feel you inside me, please.”

“Be patient,” he says, his hand leaving your mouth and trailing your body. “I need to prep you, or you’ll keep fucking whining about it hurting.”

You shake your head furiously. “I can take it, please!”

He’s so beautiful, your Touya-nii. He looks like a fucking god right now, towering over you, backlit by the hazy yellow of his ceiling light. His fingers leave your body and find his belt instead, and he wastes no time in unbuckling it and shoving his pants down. His cock is already hard and weeping, the prettiest shade of red that you’ve ever seen. He wraps his large hand around it, hissing at the contact, the sound so pretty that it makes your heart sing.

You feel like you’re underwater, like chlorine and salt are filling your nostrils and pooling in your lungs. Your body is buzzing, and you so desperately want to throw caution to the wind and take the edge off. Your fingers are itching to touch yourself. But you know better, know that Touya will be mad. And you want – no, need – to be a good little girl for him. You’ve already given him so much to worry about today, with your whining and crying and babbling.

It’s like he said – you’re a dumb baby, right? That’s what he said, and you know that he’d never lie to you. Nii-san knows best, you remind yourself, chanting it over and over in your head like a prayer. He knows best. He’s the only one you have, and you want so badly to make him proud.

The head of his cock presses against your dripping hole. The feeling makes you flinch, but before you can react and further, he’s already pressing his hips forward. “Fuck!” you exclaim, body stinging at the stretch.

His movement pauses, and he looks down at you with disappointment in his pretty eyes. “C’mon now, princess, you know you’re not supposed to use those bad words.”

Your eyes widen and you instantly backtrack as you realize your mistake. “Sorry, sorry, ‘m sorry! It just felt so good, nii-san, I’m sorry, I just wasn’t thinking!”

He chuckles at that, dipping his head down to nip at your lips with his sharp teeth. “I know, doll,” he whispers against your mouth, his breath tasting like menthol and smoke. “You never think. My dumb baby sister, got no thoughts in that head of yours, huh? No thoughts besides my cock?”

You nod, looking up at him with wide eyes. “Please, Touya-nii. Please fuck me stupid.”

The grin that graces his face is nothing short of sinful. He doesn’t reply with words. Instead, he hooks his massive hands under your knees and pushes up. Your body is like putty in his hands, and you bend at his whims. He folds you up like a doll, your knees pressed up to your chest. You feel so vulnerable, so exposed. But truth be told, you always feel vulnerable around him. You feel like his fiery eyes scorch away at your skin whenever he looks at you, but fuck, you love the burn.

He wastes no time in setting an unrelenting pace, slamming into you so hard that you know your body will be covered in bruises tomorrow morning. Bruises on your inner thighs from his sharp hipbones, bruises on your neck from his teeth. A necklace of purple and blue around your neck in the shape of his fingers. Bruises on your heart from his harsh words, degrading little insults spat against your skin as he fucks into you without mercy. But for every bruise, every insult and painful touch, he gives you the sweetest salve. Pretty little words whispered into your ear, reminders that he loves you, that you’re his.

“My baby,” he grunts, voice shaky from exertion. “Gonna cum. Beg for my cum, my dumb little baby. Fucking beg for it.”

You babble, too far gone for your brain to produce any real thoughts. A jumbled mess of need your cum and please nii-san’s fall past your lips. You can hardly think, but you can always beg for him. Your vision is hazy and your mind is foggy, filled with nothing but thoughts of him, and the feeling of his cock slamming into you, and the heat of his breath against your neck. It hurts, hurts so much, but there’s bliss in the ache.

His fingers slip between your legs and toy with your clit, rubbing harsh circles in time with his thrusts. The combined sensation is too much. With a harsh thrust and squeeze of the hand around your neck, your body explodes. You feel as if you’re in fire, as if there’s electricity coursing through your limbs, burning through your blood and short-circuiting your veins. You cum so hard that it almost hurts, pussy clenching and gushing. Touya lets out a growl, so deep that it makes your stomach flip. He grabs your chin and tilts your face up to meet his, squeezing so hard that the pain cuts through your fucked-out haze and makes you gasp. His lips crash into yours, teeth clacking and tongues swirling as he moans into your mouth and releases. You tremble at the sensation, body overloaded and still buzzing with electricity.

After a few painfully long moments, he shifts and finally lets your legs down. Your muscles scream at the movement. Touya reaches over your body to get a water bottle and press it to your lips, making you tilt your head up and take little sips.

Your arms feel like lead, but you force them to move. They wrap around his waist and tug. Your whines are pitiful, but you’re too tired to be embarrassed. “Snuggles,” you beg, looking up at him with glossy, wide eyes.

“Need to clean you up, doll,” he says. His voice is stern, but there’s a fondness in his expression that warms your heart. You shake your heavy head, trying in vain to drag him closer. He chuckles, dipping down to press an uncharacteristically gentle kiss to your forehead. “God, you really are so fucking needy, aren’t you?”

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[unholytrinitytrio]

ASKING THEM TO PULL OUT

Pairing: Hawks x Reader, Dabi x Reader, Shigaraki x Reader

Warnings: Unprotected sex, Manipulation, Overstimulation, Degradation kink Breeding kink, Non con, Basically anything to do with cum

Word count:

HAWKS: KEIGO TAKAMI

Seeing you cry out of pleasure is doing wonders to his ego but seeing you oozing HIS cum would be the deal breaker. Problem is you won’t give him what he wants.

So in particular night where he was sure you were extra putty in his hands, he asked again if he could cum inside of you and when you denied again, despite his hard work, here comes the constant whining with a side of manipulation.

“Please just once, Let me do it” Hawks begged pulling out of you and just continued to pleasure you by just rubbing your nerve in lazy, slow manner, despite your constant whining to continue whatever he was doing before.

“Don’t wanna” you replied, pouting at him.

“If you love me, you’ll let me do it right?” Keigo now stopped his movement any pleasurable friction you felt before. He smiled in adoration back at you making you feel guilty of not letting do it just once. But you know it’s risky.

“Keigo you know that today’s my ovulation date right? I said it to you it’s still risky, still with pills and all” you frowned looking anywhere but him, afraid that his look of adoration would sway your previous decision.

“Then I’ll wear a condom, that good for you?”

“I thought you said you hated wearing one? That’s why we got the pills right?”

“I do hate it but for you I’ll do anything” he said charming you with his smile.

“O-ok then, but remember I have to see you wear one”

And that you did, you watched him put one although you can see a flash of regret cross his face that one time.

Continuing with where you left off, relaxed that you weren’t at risk of being knocked up you let him continue. Until he stopped for quite a time to reposition your legs, he said, until you felt him pressed himself on top of you, body tightly knitted in mating press position.

Entering you again you groaned at the sudden change in sensation of his dick. A sudden increase in temperature and heightened sensation of his veins rubbing inside you. And then it struck you, with nervousness increasing every time he thrusts right back in but not wanting to come off doubting him. You tapped his shoulders three times to garner his attention.

Still not relenting his thrust although he slowed down a bit in consideration of you he tilted his shoulder in a show of curiosity.

“You ARE still wearing a condom right?” you asked him a bit anxiously

‘Please say yes, please say yes’ you chanted back and forth

With a grin he looked back at you, you smiled back skittishly, hoping that you were indeed right.

“Maybe if you said 'I love you, cum inside me' I won’t breed you”

‘Bree-?!’

Like being doused with cold water you started pushing your self away from him, although it proved to no avail with his added weight on top of you effectively holding you back.

“Fuck, ‘m close” you heard him mutter before feeling him speed up his thrust

“I- I love you!” you yelped out hurriedly the first time.

“I love you too” he responded hips continuing it’s brutal pace.

“I love you, I love you, I love you, Keigo, Inside please! Cum please!” you chanted loudly, not caring who heard you right now, panic already setting in, feeling his dick twitch more with each passing minute.

“I know....I love you too” he grunted his response back, eagerly capturing your lips.

And then he stilled still. That’s when you felt ropes of thick hot cum spilling inside you. Crying with hiccups you felt your body slackened from the realization of what happened.

With a grin of a cat that got the canary, he stayed inside you hugging you tightly telling you that he’s excited to see you with his little one around your arms.

DABI: TOUYA TODOROKI

This man thrives on seeing his darling cry

“No more....No more please...” you heaved out already wrung out of orgasm, your thighs already straining from being held for too long

Oh you want him to stop? Best believe he’ll pull out slowly wanting to see you sigh in relieve, face plastered with dried up tears and drool, thinking that he’ll spare you today. And when he sees you start to relax he’ll thrust right back inside you enjoying your choked intake of air, and eyes brimming with fresh set of tears.

“I thought- I thought. You said- You sai-” you said shakily with his every thrust holding tightly on his shoulders for support. While still simultaneously trying to push yourself away from his onslaught of hip bruising thrust.

“I thought-I thought” he mocked you in a high pitched voice, repositioning his hold on your on his waist to fold you further until you felt your knees bucking on your shoulder.

“Yeah, you thought wrong. You had your fun. Best return the favor” he grunted smiling maniacally in response of seeing the look of betrayal from you.

With a high pitched yelp, your back arching to rub against him. He felt your walls contract and some warm fluid being squirted against his abdomen and pelvis. Not relenting his thrust rather opting to reposition himself in order to fasten his pace he growled loudly, pulling your hair to the side to expose your neck more to him he bit hard hard concealing his moan.

You almost went in and out of consciousness, not caring that Dabi’s using you as rag doll, until you heard him groaned about cumming inside you.

Like a cold water splashed on you, you jolted awake from the realization that this asshole would definitely shoot his load inside you.Thrashing weakly despite the soreness of your muscle, you actively tried pushing him off.

“Just not inside. Please, I’m begging you” you cried again, not caring that you sounded rather pathetically.

Wrong move, your crying, pleading face was the last push he needed.

He suddenly stayed still, face buried on your neck until you felt warm thick liquid spreading inside you, some of it escaping from his plugged dick inside you to form small puddles of your mixed cum.

Realizing the situation Dabi, put you through another set of fresh tears ran down your eyes. With a groan he carefully pulled him self out looking down where your bodies just connected to see small droplets escaping your entrance.

With a low whistle he scooped the droplets of cum escaping out of you with his thumb before plugging it back inside you, making you twitch pitifully at over stimulation.

“Now say thank you”

Looking back at him with bewildered look, you denied his demand.

“Do it or I’ll blow another load inside, you know I still have weeks worth inside me” he said holding at his rapidly hardening cock.

Sniffing you said “Thank...you...”

“That’s my crybaby” Dabi chuckled pinching your nose in between the knuckles of his fore and middle finger.

TOMURA SHIGARAKI: TENKO SHIMURA

Being his girlfriend you were already used to being wrung dry, especially now that the has a larger group of men to control and an increase responsibility to attend to.

It doesn’t hurt though if he could still relax from time to time. That’s where you come in, his dainty little girlfriend ready to be used as his personal outlet in more ways than one.

And when I say personal it means EXCLUSIVELY ONLY HIS. His old rag tag of gang knew that, of course they had to acknowledge it whether they like it or not. With the sound of constant skin slapping whenever the both of you occupy a random empty room, how could the not take a hint.

Although Dabi, enjoys riling up his ego maniac leader once in a while, trying to see how far he can go without the risk of being dusted.

Today of all days Dabu had to prank your lover into believing that you'll leave him for crusty ankles over there. And so it's now your job to sate his jealousy with his love language. Mainly physical contact which evetually leads to sex. So here you are now jumping his dick with every once of energy you had left.

He does have quite the vigor for someone who doesn't do physical activities on daily basis.

"To-tomura my knees hurt already let's switch" you said panting above him, he grunted in annoyance agaisnt his suckling of your breast.

Pushing you off of him he positioned himself behind you one hand carefully grabbung your hips the other on your breast pinching ang pulling it before finally re entering you with a groan.

Now that he think about it you never let him do whatever he wants. It was always 'Tomura don't do this or tomura I don't like that'

Stopping dead with his thrust you whinned needy below him asking what's up with him.

"I want to cum inside"

Alarmed at the sudden proclamation of his you tried looking back at him.

"No! Shigaraki you ca-?!" and with you felt your head shoved back into the bed muffling whatever complaints you had left.

Tomura figured he liked that. Having his way with you, no nagging, no begging, no nothing.

Grinning he started pistoning into you without a care in the world. Squirming around you tried reaching back at him successfully clawing at one of his thighs to signal he's already suffocating you by restraining your head with his palm.

You would have had lost consciousness if it weren't for the fact that he pulled your hair back to his direction grinding his hips at your backside.

Whinning in pain you tried jerking his hands off of your head but he Shigaraki took it as a sign that you want him to do it again. And so with every sharp thrust he'll tug your head further from side to side.

Feeling a migraine coming from his sudden on slaught of head jerking you just wished he'll cum faster. If it weren't for the fact that this asshole wants to shoot his load inside you.

Reaching around you he started to toy your bundle of nerves trying to stimulate your entrance to further constrict his member which proved successful, making you loose strength in your upper limb.

Face planted on the bed sheets, your lover held unto your hips tighter, his thrusts becoming sloppier by the minute until he stopped completely for a minute or two and then you felt the warm gush entering inside you.

With a groan, hoping to get yourself cleaned up, you tried crawling yourself away from him disgusted by his cum dripping out of his member still lodged inside of you.

That is until he pulled you back again to him re sheathing his flaccid dick inside, successfully pushing back his remaining cum inside you making you shudder in disgust, and horror at what he is trying to imply.

With a grinning face he said the next of his many demands.

"I want to see how much of my load you can handle"

#bnha imagines #mha imagines #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki thirst #shigaraki headcanons #dabi x reader #dabi thirst #dabi headcanons #hawks x reader #hawks thirst #hawks headcanons #bnha reader insert #mha reader insert #unholytrinitytrio #beaniewritestrio

[zodiakuroo]

Un(holy) Trinity

Pairing: Dabi x Fem!Reader x Shigaraki

Content: 18+ dubcon/noncon, threesome, manhandling, rough sex, corruption, degradation, humiliation, breathplay, stepcest, breeding, blasphemy and sacrilege, elements of mindbreak and god complex (?) 

Word count: 4.1k

Notes: my first threesome and idk how to feel about it but here it is! If it’s bad I can blame it on the fact that I just had my wisdom teeth extracted and am currently in a world of pain :) also i’m on bedrest and incredibly bored so if anyone has requests or thirsts or just wants to chat... yeah

also if this banner is shit i’m sorry i rushed and made it on my phone cause i just rly wanted to to post

This is part 2 to my other fic Love Thy Brother which you can read here 

Now the serpent was more cunning than any beast of the field which the LORD God had made. And he said to the woman, “Has God indeed said, ‘You shall not eat of every tree of the garden’?” - Genesis 3:1

Twelve days.

Twelve days since you lost your virginity.

Twelve days since you lost your virginity to your step-brother, no less. 

The night that it happened, you lay awake in your bed dreading the aftermath of the horrific incident. How could you face him again? How could you face your family? How could you face God? 

You were too cowardly to face the rest of your household. The Todoroki family welcomed you into their home only for you betray them by sleeping with Touya. Ever since you were little, your mother would say she had a sort of sixth sense that meant God would always tell her when you’d been up to mischief. It sounds silly but there was no explanation for how she would always catch out in lie or know things that you never told her. You feared she would take one look at you and know the sin you committed. And so you chose to make yourself scarce, taking extra shifts at work and choosing to study at the campus library rather than at home. Your siblings seemed to notice how busy you suddenly were, often remarking how they missed you around the house. That just made you feel more ashamed. 

As for God, you felt like you needed to do whatever necessary to prove your faith. You wanted Him to know the extent of your shame and remorse. You were weak in spirit, making you an easy target for someone as devious as Touya. You prayed and begged for forgiveness until your knees hurt but no matter what you did, the guilt was inescapable. You realized it was because, irrespective of the regret and remorse you felt, you couldn’t deny that you enjoyed what happened. You liked the way Dabi made you feel and you hated yourself for it. But no matter how much you liked it, something like that could never happen again. As penance, you banned yourself from bringing your hands anywhere near your groin. After all that temptation is what brought you to this point in the first place. But the thread of your self-control is thin and withered so at night when you’re certain everyone is asleep, you’re humping your pillow like an animal and biting down on your lip trying to keep from moaning his name. At least you weren’t touching right? 

Dabi, by some God-given miracle, made himself scarce as well. It wasn’t uncommon for the noirette to disappear for days at a time doing heaven knows what only to arrive back at home like nothing happened; so no one really questioned his absence. Perhaps he  felt the same way you did and was avoiding facing you and the other Todorokis.

Yeah right. 

Shame? Todoroki Touya doesn’t know the meaning of the word. 

In any case, you had become used to a Dabi-less house and so lulled into a false sense of safety, slowly but surely reverting back to normal. That’s why as you make your way downstairs, prepared to go to your church, the sound of gunfire and explosions from the living room doesn’t alarm you. Probably Natsuo or Shouto playing one of their video games, you thought. But when you get to the bottom of the stairs you’re met with unmistakable dark locks. Not just him. The back of another person’s head, one with pale blue, shoulder length hair. Before you can stop yourself, you let out a gasp. Neither of them react, seemingly too focused on their game. You don’t waste any time feeling relieved, choosing instead to make a silent escape. 

You could only dream of being so lucky. 

“Oi!” Your step-brother calls without turning around. He hasn’t seen you, you think. If you move quickly you can still get out of this. “I know you heard me, brat. Get over here before I drag you over here.” He still doesn’t bother to turn around but the sharpness in his tone lets you know that you’d be smart to listen. You take a second to steel your nerves and make your way over to the couch, trying your best to look as intimidating as possible. You scowl at both men but they are so engrossed in their video game, they don’t even acknowledge that you’re standing right there. “Aren’t you gonna say hi? We have company.” 

We?

The company in question is Shigaraki Tomura. He’s been to the house before although he’s never even so much as glanced in your direction, too busy with his phone or playing games with Dabi. Despite your hard expression you can only manage a meek “Hello Shigaraki.” 

He responds by finally looking at you, with a sleazy grin, a pair of crimson eyes, surrounded by creases meet your own. “Sup.” 

Beer cans litter the coffee table, one of them being turned into a makeshift ashtray while both have smouldering cigarettes perched between their lips. “You’re not supposed to smoke in the house.” 

“You’re not supposed to smoke in the house.” Dabi mocks you with a nasal voice. 

You simply roll your eyes, not interested in continuing this interaction any further.  “Whatever. I’m leaving now.” You state with as much firmness as you can muster. You spin on your heels but are kept in place by long, slender digits wrapped around your wrist. 

“Where are you off to anyways?” The game paused, both boys now looking at you. 

Out of habit, you answer truthfully. “Bible study.” 

Shigaraki and Dabi burst into raucous laughter. 

You should have lied. 

“Nah you’re gonna hang out with me and Shigaraki for a bit.” 

“Dabi, I have to leave.”

“You don’t have to do anything except what I tell you and I’m telling you to sit.” 

Before you can protest you’re being hauled on to the couch, squeezed between the two of them. 

“Nice necklace.” Tomura snorts, hand reaching out to grab at your crucifix but you swat it away. His gaze is unnerving. It makes you wonder if- no. He promised he wouldn’t. 

Just like that, their game is resumed, as if you were never there. A few rounds pass, no words exchanged between either of them, only curses muttered under their breath. “Dabi, can I please go. I’m bored.” 

Wrong choice of words. 

“You hear that Tomura? The princess is bored.” His fingers are still moving rapidly over his controller. 

“Really now? Come on then Todoroki, let’s show her a good time. I’ve seen how she likes to have fun.” 

His comment on your necklace suddenly makes sense, but you still can’t believe it. “You didn’t…” you whip your head back to look at Dabi. 

”Sorry doll, you made your Nii-san so proud, I just had to show you off.” Dabi smiles shamelessly, lighting himself another cigarette. 

“You’re fucking sick Touya.” Tomura says, however his tone is not one of disgust but rather of admiration. 

“You promised...” Your voice breaks. You’re humiliated beyond belief. 

Both of them laugh at you again, discarding their controllers. “Told you, it’s adorable how stupid she is.” Dabi remarks to his friend, as if you’re not sitting right next to them. 

You try to force your way off the couch but get pulled into Dabi’s lap, one of his arms hooking around both of yours, securing them behind your back. You squirm in his arms but he stills you with a hard slap on your inner thigh. “Be good okay? Don’t embarrass me.” He nuzzles into your neck. 

Shigaraki flips up your dress exposing your white lace panties. He runs his thumb up and down your clothed slit, he fabric slowly becoming even more transparent. One severe jerk to the top of your dress and the straps are torn clean off, revealing the matching bra. “Yo, Touya. I thought she was a good girl.”

Dabi peers over your shoulder to get look. “Who’s all this for babe? You screwing the preacher or something? Or were you hoping I’d do something like this?” He tugs down your bra until your breasts are spilling over the top of it.

“Dabi…” Your choke on your plea when he sinks his teeth into your neck. He bites down so hard you’re positive he’s left a mark.

“Who?” 

“T-Touya-nii.” You whimper. 

“Better.” 

Your destroyed dress is discarded somewhere across the room and you find yourself on your hands and knees with Shigaraki kneeling on the couch in front of you and Dabi behind you. 

“Go easy on her alright Tomura. It’s her first time sucking cock.” He chuckles. 

Your eyes go wide. “Wait...” you mewl but neither pay you any mind.

“And you.” Dabi yanks a fistful of your hair. “No teeth. No puke. Or I’ll let my boy ream your little ass as punishment.”

“Yeah. What he said.” Shigaraki mutters, pulling his semi out of his sweatpants, rubbing his tip against your lips. His is not as scary as your step-brother’s but him staring down at you like this, makes him seem every bit as intimidating. 

Pre-cum dribbles from the swollen tip. You’re not entirely sure you want that in your mouth but you’re also not sure if you have a choice so you open up hesitantly. 

Dabi’s right. It is your first time doing something like this. You don’t know what you’re supposed to do but as it turns out you don’t have to do much, not with the way Shigaraki starts thrusting his quickly hardening member into your mouth.

“Move your tongue slut.” The man in front of you grunts. You do your best despite the heavy intrusion to obey his command, moving from side to side, swirling around the head when he pulls out of your mouth. He looks down at you with cruel vermillion eyes, panting as he strokes himself in front of you, spreading your saliva across his shaft before sliding deep into your mouth again.

Behind you, Dabi spreads apart your cheeks, squeezing the flesh in his calloused hands. “Remember what I said. Be good and I’ll give you a reward.” He pulls your panties to the side and lets out a whistle at the sight of your dripping slit. “She’s enjoying it. Make her take it deeper.”

You can’t possibly fathom how much deeper he can go when his head is already nudging at your tonsils. You try to swallow the saliva building up in your mouth, making your cheeks hollow out around Shigaraki’s shaft. Seems like that was the right thing to do as his hand flies to the back of your head. “Shit. Shit. So good.”

Dabi’s breath wafts over your pussy. He spreads your lips apart and you feel his hot tongue lick up the juices leaking from your hole. You squeal around Tomura’s dick. You want to pull off but his spindly fingers hold your head in place.

“Told you angel. Good little sisters get rewards.” With that he takes your clit between his lips and suckles on it gently while one of his fingers circles your entrance. Knuckle by knuckle he slides into you, making you keen. You arch your back trying to shift your hips backwards against his hand, silently urging him to find that special spot he showed you last time. He establishes a loose rhythm. Hot wet muscle and cold metal of his piercing circles the sensitive bundle of nerves, before applying suction while his fingers work you open.

The sensation is overwhelming, a form of heavenly torture and your thighs quiver barely able to hold you up while you use your last bit of mental strength to focus on suppressing your gags. That mental strength all but evaporates when the digits inside you graze that rough patch embedded in your walls. It’s so pleasurable your reflex is to run from his fingers. Luckily for Shigaraki, that means you move forward, taking him further into your mouth.

“This where you want me? This your spot, angel?” Dabi taunts you. Shigaraki holds you in place while two of your step-brother’s fingers drill your cunt, hitting that spot over and over again. Garbled moans and cries leave your mouth and reverberate around Tomura’s cock, proving to be too much for him ultimately. 

“Shit Stop!” Don’t wanna come yet.” He pulls out your mouth so that a string of your drool drips down to your breasts.

“God! Touya-nii!” You sputter out.

“Still with the God shit?” He uses your hair to force you to look at him, neck twisted at an awkward, uncomfortable angle. “God ever make you feel this good?” His fingers thrust into you harder. Your whole body feels like it’s on fire.

“Ngghh-N-no –oh! Oh!” is your incoherent answer.

Dabi forces you back down, shoving you face first into the cushions. “See? Fuck him. Give up on god. Give up on everyone except your big brother cause no one else can make you feel this good.”

You’re so pathetic. The way you’re rocking yourself in unison with the motions of his hands. The way your tongue hangs out of your mouth, impeding any sort of intelligible verbal response. The way you’re mindlessly nodding along to whatever filth is coming out of Dabi’s mouth.

“C’mon Touya. Turn her around. Wanna try out that sweet pussy you’ve been bragging about.” You’re reminded that you aren’t alone. No, your brother’s best friend is right there to witness exactly how pathetic you are.

“Yeah in a minute. I’m still having my fun.” Dabi answers, face pressed against your mons before working you with his mouth once again.  

“Man! Come on!” Tomura whines.

 “I said in a minute.  Not my fault you can’t last.”

It’s amazing how they can bicker like this right now, as if you aren’t on your hands and knees for them, gummy walls still pulsing around his fingers. However, it’s not long before Dabi’s focus is back on you taking you to the brink of orgasm. He slows his fingers, keeping you balanced on that razor thin edge. “Should I make you cum angel?” His voice is dripping with fake concern. “Dunno… what’s in it for me?”

“Anything! Touya-nii please!”

“Anything? You gonna obey me? Do whatever I say like a good little angel? You gonna worship me?” You can’t tell if he’s being serious or if he’s mocking you.

Probably the latter. And you deserve it too.

Your faith was the thing you deemed more important than anything and anyone else but Dabi, all too easily, convinced you to disregard that. Made you lose all sense and give into lust by showing you mindblowing pleasure, only magnified by your awareness of how deeply sinful this all was. That’s the extent of the power he has over you. The story of Adam and Eve is one you know forwards and backwards and yet you were so easily tempted forbidden fruit and left completely corrupted.  Yeah, he’s definitely mocking you.

“Any- fuck- anything” You’re wiggling your ass, goading Dabi into finishing you off

“Cum in my mouth. Angel, give it to me” That’s the final straw. You explode around his fingers. Despite your walls, clamping around him, he manages to piston into you, hitting that squishy spot with astounding accuracy. His unyielding stimulation makes it feel as though the high won’t end. You’re not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing.

Eventually, it does end though, his fingers drag out against the pull of your swollen pussy. He licks you clean making sure he gets every last drop of your cum, both inside and out, on his tongue. The ball of his piercing catches onto your rim making you yelp. He soothes the sting with gentle laps of his tongue.

“Tastes so sweet angel. So sweet knowing I’m the only one to ever fuck this pretty pussy.” He snickers before adding “So far.”

“Yeah, can I fuck her now?” Tomura was turned on before but seeing the way you fell apart at the hands of your brother? His minimal patience has run out. All he can think of now is being inside you.

 “You heard him babe. Turn around.” He spanks your ass. You try to turn around but thanks to your shaky legs you nearly fall off the couch. Dabi catches you before that happens and he dutifully sets you up on all fours, held up by quivering limbs. You hear heavy breathing from behind you as Shigaraki taps his head against your puffy clit while you twitch in place.

“She wants this so bad. Had no idea your Christian little sister was such a whore.” Shigaraki mutters. He holds you still as he buries himself in you, breathing becoming more erratic with every inch until his hip bones are digging into your soft flesh. He’s so deep. You feel so full. You squeeze shut your eyelids, savouring the stretch. 

Calloused fingers press into your jaw, making your eyes shoot open. “Pretty angel, did you forget about me?” Dabi looms over you, making a show of spitting in his palm and using it to stroke himself. He slips his thumb into your mouth, pad pressing down on the plush pillow of your tongue. “Gonna stuff you nice ‘n full angel.” All you can do is blink up at him with teary eyes, pupils blown wide with desire. 

Shigaraki begins thrusting into you, hips moving at a brutal pace. Dabi isn’t far behind him, replacing his thumb with his cock and you don’t waste time waiting for him to tell you what to do. You close your lips around his shaft, engulfing him in the wet heat of your mouth.

Unlike his friend, Dabi starts off slow. His piercings drag across your tongue and you taste metal and the salt of his pre-cum. It takes some time for you to get used to taking him in your mouth, the jewellery an added obstacle. 

You feel so full. 

Shigaraki is bottoming out with every thrust, it’s so lewd the way it makes you squelch around him. Dabi’s shaft is rubbing your throat raw and still, you make an effort to take him deeper. He keeps one hand on the back of your head while he fucks you mouth.

He looks so ethereal, so euphoric, letting out little moans and whispered expletives. The sounds he makes are divine, so heavily contrasted by everything you know about him. It leaves you star struck. He recognizes the adoration in your eyes and responds in kind with a cocky smirk. He remembers how you looked at him when you first met. Disdain and judgment. Now you look at him like he’s your only salvation. 

It’s sad actually. How you’re so desperate for someone to tell you how to live. And what a sweet, adoring little follower you are. Wasted on religion if you ask him. So soft and pliant, perfect for your big brother to mould and corrupt into his personal fuckangel. 

“Angel, Nii-san’s gonna fill you up. And you’re gonna take it yeah?”

Your whole life you aspired to this holy standard of perfection in the hopes of escaping eternal damnation. But you’re beyond absolution now.

“All of it down your throat.”

It’s okay though.

If heaven doesn’t feel like this, you’re not sure it’s worth all the effort to get there. 

He holds your necklace behind you like a leash, twisting it around his fingers. Between the way he’s basically strangling you and the way your swallowing muscles contract around his cock means that you’re not getting much air into your lungs. Your head is spinning, from being both oxygen deprived and cock drunk.

“Your God doesn’t want you anymore.” The clasp snaps and he dangles the charm in front of your face. The mould of Christ nailed to the cross taunts you.  What was once a symbol of divine love and God’s boundless forgiveness and sacrifice is just a reminder of how far you’ve fallen into depravity, creaming around Shigaraki’s cock as he ruins your cunt while your Nii-san claims your throat “You’re filthy.” Touya sneers at you as he holds himself in your throat, watching you cry and choke around him. “Dirty fuckin angel.” He grunts as he floods your mouth with the taste of his cum. It’s not exactly pleasant but you try to swallow it all down. There’s just so much. That means he’s pleased with you right? You want him to be pleased. Good girls get rewards he said 

“It’s okay.” He muses as he pulls out of your mouth. “You have me. I’m better than God and I Iove you when you’re nasty like this.” He empathizes his point by dragging his wet, softening cock across your face. “Nii-sans perfect little angel.”

It’s so pitiful how the small praise makes your heart bloom and makes your hole flutter.

You’re coughing up Touya’s cum while your body shakes with Shigaraki’s thrusts.

“What about me hm? I’m fucking you. What? You don’t like it?” Tomura’s going harder now, determined to get his fair share of your attention.

“Shig-Shigaraki – shit. Slow down!”

You’re ignored by both of them once again. If anything, Shigaraki starts fucking you harder

.”Yo’ dustpot. You better pull out. That hole still belongs to me.”

The warning falls on deaf ears, Tomura is too far gone. “So warm, she’s squeezin’ me. Fuck. Fuck.’’ No thoughts, just your tight cunt.

“Gonna do whatever I tell you?” Dabi’s talking to you now, cerulean eyes boring into yours.

You nod still staring at him with absolute devotion.

“Touya-nii’s will be done? Huh? Has a nice ring to it.”

When you don’t respond he grabs you by your cheeks forming an open mouthed pout. “Say it.”

“Touya-nii’shhh will be done.” The words come out distorted but he’s satisfied

“Oh yeah? Then be good angel slut and come on his cock for me.”  

You’re pushed over the edge, coming for the second time. Your walls clamp down around him as you sob out both their names in the form of incoherent babbling. It hits you as hard as the first one. You’re so caught up in your high you barely register the vice grip on your hips, the frantic humping against your ass. “Tight. Fuckin tight! Gotta breed! Breed this fucking hole.”

His hot, sticky cum floods your walls with, your throbbing cunt milking him for everything he’s got. He ruts against you a couple more times before removing himself completely.

You hear the familiar click of a camera. He’s sorry (not really) but the sight of your fucked out hole leaking globs of your cream and his cum was too hot for Shigaraki to not add to his spankbank. 

“Thanks for that little sis.” Dabi is resting on the couch, head thrown back smoking a cigarette.

“Yeah thanks sweetness.”  Both men, tuck themselves back into their pants

Everything feels so surreal. You cautiously move you hand between your thighs. Feeling your sore abused cunt in an attempt to grasp the reality of what happened.

Wait a minute. 

It’s too much, that too sticky to be just your arousal down there. The more you squeeze, contracting your pelvic floor, the more it seems to seep out of you. 

“You… You came inside.” You murmur as your eyes well up with tears. Whatever daze you were in seems to be broken by this revelation. Instead it’s replaced by fear of what the consequences of this might be. 

Dabi smacks his friend upside the head. “You fuckin’ dumbass. I told you not to.”

Judging by his grin, Shigaraki doesn’t register the insult. He’s too busy basking in the afterglow. “Aw, don’t cry babe. You were gripping me so tight, I thought you wanted it. ‘S’okay, your Nii-san will get you a plan B”

“Fuck no. That’s your jizz inside her.” He scowls, eyes focused on the cum that’s leaking out of your spent pussy.

“C’mon Dabi don’t be like that. I’m broke right now.” Shigaraki pleads.

Touya huffs and rolls his eyes.  “You can get yourself a morning after pill right? Tomura will pay you back.”

“Yeah babe. I promise.” He gives you a dopey smile.

It doesn’t take a genius to figure out he’s lying. Yeah, you know better now. You just nod as you pull up your panties, cringing at the sticky, wet sensation against your cunt.

 “Me and Tomura are heading out. Make sure you clean all this up before anyone gets home.”

“B-but Touya-nii-“ you snivel.

“No buts. Clean up or you won’t be sitting comfy for a week. Are we clear?”

“Yes Touya-nii.” You reply defeated.

“And do it properly. Fuyumi has 3 brothers, she knows what a cumstain looks like and I don’t wanna have to do any explaining to her.”

You only nod, trying (and failing) to blink away tears.

Dabi rewards you with a chaste kiss to your cheek. “Best little sister in the world.” And he leaves you with that.

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chapter 12 - cigarettes and sex

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You could sense something was off, the way he switched to that aloof and confident façade sent red flares firing behind your chest. As much as you wanted to be the one serviced, to get to cum on his cock, you figured he needed more. He needed to feel as wanted as he actually was, and so you hatched a plan.

Truthfully, it was something you’d wanted to do for a while now, even going so far as procuring the necessary equipment for it. But, well, this was Touya, and you weren’t sure if his pride would let him. If you really think about it, he did just let you eat his ass and milk his cock so maybe it wouldn’t be too hard of a sell.

“Actually if you’re still okay to keep going… there’s something I wanted to try if you’ll let me.”

His gaze shot to you then, his chest swimming with unease. His brows furrowed and raised in the middle in a silent question.

“Do you trust me?”

“More than anyone else.”

“Then… let me take care of you some more. Please?”

“What-”

But before he could continue questioning, you moved away and reached under the bed to pull out your bag. Inside you had a glittery purple dildo, a strap-on harness, and a big bottle of lube. You were prepared, if nothing else.

Crawling back over to him, you displayed the objects and set about attaching them to you.

“You’re not-” he started but you shushed him with a finger to his lips.

“I promise it’ll feel good. I’ll go slow, and we’ll stop if it hurts. I want you to feel better, to feel better than anyone has ever made you feel, Touya. And you said you trust me, right?”

He nodded, anxiety written all over his face. Was he really about to let you fuck his ass? Was he really about to put himself in such a vulnerable state? There was a war going on in his head over it. It wasn’t that he’s opposed to the idea, or that he didn’t trust you, because he did. It was because of how compromising the thought was. How being put on display and used like that made his gut swim.

But he’d got to fuck you, right? And you literally just had your tongue in his hole, so would it really be that much different? Touya’d heard the whole, ‘your g-spot’s in your ass’ thing before but he’d never played with it before. Who better to experiment with than the woman he adored? Loved?

“It’s easier if you’re on your hands and knees, hot stuff, but if you’d rather face me we can make it work, okay?”

Without saying a word, he moved, positioning himself with his ass in the air and his head resting on his arms. You couldn’t help but think about what a good boy he was, presenting himself like this without a word, just for you. You’d have to make sure he had a good time.

“Okay, love, I’m going to start with my fingers. Tell me if it hurts and I’ll stop. Your safe word is frostbite, okay?” you said, grabbing the lube and pumping a slick pool into your palm.

“Sure,” Touya murmured into the mattress, his voice sounded bored but you knew it was just because of the anticipation. Something that you hoped to quell once he started feeling good.

You let the lube sit in your hand for a moment, warming it up so that it wouldn’t be such a shock to him, and then used two fingers to coat his waiting hole. He gasped at the feeling, gritting his teeth from how strange it felt, but didn’t stop you.

Slowly, and with as much care as you could, you pressed your index in up to the second knuckle. You swirled it around in little circles, working to stretch him just a little to push it the rest of the way inside.

Once your finger was fully inserted, Touya groaned a soft, “fuck.” It must feel good, then. You grinned because it was only going to get better. With care, you pulled your finger back, then pushed it back in and curled it slightly. Your hands were marginally smaller than his, so you definitely couldn’t hit his prostate yet; the stimulation of his tight ring would hopefully feel good enough until you could.

You fingered his ass with the solo digit for a moment before adding another. He was surprisingly pliable for having never done this before, though his prior orgasm must have made him relax considerably. Scissoring them inside, squelching the lube around and pressing deeper elicited more soft groans and grunts from him.

“How are you doing, baby?” you asked softly, continuing to work on him while teasing a third.

“F-fine. I’m fine.”

“Does it feel okay?”

A longer groan reverberated in his chest as you pressed that third finger in, his ass was so needy and sucked you in, trying to hold on to your fingers. “Feels… weird. But good,” he sighed in pleasure as you wriggled your digits inside him, “Really fucking good.”

That made your heart leap, knowing that he was feeling good even though he was definitely worried about it? Knowing that he trusted you implicitly to do this? That felt better than anything else.

“You’re so good for me, Touya. God you’re taking it so well, you’re doing such a good job. You look so hot like this, such a sexy back and shoulders, I could get addicted to you,” praises spilled from your lips like honeyed ambrosia, and your words had him fluttering around your fingers. He liked it, you realized. He’d probably never had such things said about him until you.

Continuing to slowly stretch him, you also let your praises work him up. You had so much you could say about him, so much you could compliment. After all, to you, he was everything.

“The way you just keep sucking my fingers back in is so sexy, you don’t even know. And you keep making these little sounds for me, come on, baby, let me hear your voice so I know it feels good. You’re so perfect, Touya. I love everything about you.”

His breath hitched, you’d said the word without even thinking about it. Love. You loved everything about him? About him? He knew you must love him, there was no denying it, but to also love all of the things that he hated? His scars and his attitude and the way he sometimes felt like he’d fall into the void of insanity? The way his quirk ruined his body and started affecting his mind? His trauma? You loved it all?

He wanted to mull it over more, wanted to keep questioning and working it out in his head but you shifted and curled your fingers in just the right way, hitting a certain place that made him gasp and moan - loudly.

“Oh? Is that it, pretty boy?” You questioned, flexing your digits to hit it again. Finally, he was ready to take you. Adequately stretched and with just a taste of how good he was going to feel, you pulled your hand back.

As you took a moment to admire him, how much he’d given in to you by arching his back and spreading his knees more, how much he’d already opened up; he whined softly at the absence of your touch. That noise sent heat flooding to your already soaked and neglected pussy. An ache that you knew wouldn’t soon be remedied as you focused solely on him. On the man you adored above everything. On the villain you’d walk through hellfire for.

Taking more of the lube, and slicking over the pretty purple silicone of the dildo, you continued talking to him. Touya seemed to appreciate dirty talk, and that’s something you absolutely could oblige.

“I’m gonna put it in now, okay? Remember your safe word?” “F-frostbite…” he huffed.

“Good. I’ll go slow, and again tell me if it hurts. You’re doing so fucking good, baby. I’m so proud of you. You’re amazing, Touya. I l-” You had to stop yourself, you almost confessed that to him. Not that you didn’t want to say it, but because you still weren’t sure what you were. What this thing was between you, if it was just a temporary thing or if he was serious about you. If it was just until the video was broadcasted, until he realized his goal. You didn’t know, and you didn’t want to scare him away by confessing things like love when it’d been mostly physical between you.

At least, you figured that’s how it was for him. Mostly physical. Or maybe that was your own insecurities acting up and putting a wall between you. Maybe that was your abandonment issues trying to keep you from getting hurt again, from being left behind an open, bleeding wound again.

But wouldn’t he be worth it? Wouldn’t he be worth the heartbreak if he did leave, or if he didn’t feel the same for you? He was worth it, he had to be. You’d already suffered so much for his sake, and even though you didn’t like to think of it in that way, you couldn’t deny the obvious.

Instead of continuing, you attempted to distract him by pressing the head of your cock against his wanting hole. You’d done a good job of loosening him up, and even though the dildo was a small one, there still was a bit of difficulty at first.

Nothing that a little more lube and teasing couldn’t fix, and once everything was freshly slicked up, you popped the head past the tight ring of muscle with ease. Touya moaned again, loud and throaty, and you could see a slight tremble in his body as his skin prickled with gooseflesh.

“Fuck,” he panted, but he all put sucked you in.

“God, Touya, your body is so needy,” you moaned, getting off on his pleasure, and pressing in more. He moaned openly, sweet and delicious noises that were music to your ears as you made your way to be completely swallowed up by his ass. Hilted, you paused and let him adjust to the size of the dildo.

His chest heaved, and Touya was seeing stars. He never thought having something fucked into his ass would feel so good, but here he was; face down ass up with you deep inside and he was about to cum already. He’d never cum untouched before and this might be the first time in his life, especially if you hit that spot again.

Fuck, just the thought of it made his cock throb and bounce between his thighs, neglected and weeping. He’d half a mind to reach down and stroke himself, but you said you’d take care of him. You must know what you were doing, right? And besides that he was still so tender from the previous time, so sensitive that he might not be able to handle it if you touched him there.

Your hands ran up the length of his spine on either side soothingly, a motion he was grateful for as it eased some of the tension coiling in his muscles. You planted kisses as high as you could reach, leaning over him and silently praising his body with your touches. The rake of your fingertips made him shiver. You were always so gentle.

More gentle than he deserved, but it was that gentleness that he craved. That tenderness that he was becoming addicted to, that only you could provide. He shouldn’t love you this much…

“I’m going to move now. Tell me if it’s too much.”

Touya nodded, choking out a soft, “okay.”

You pulled your hips back slowly, dribbling more lube over the length of your strap as it became visible. He groaned, a low sound that grew in tone and pitch when you pushed back in. You set a slow pace, tantalizingly slow as he grew more accustomed to the way it felt and the stretch.

He thought he was going to lose his mind if you didn’t start moving more. Your tentativeness was appreciated at first but he was getting drunk on the way you felt in his ass and he needed to have you hit against that spot again.

“P-please,” he breathed, “More…”

You quirked an eyebrow, realizing he was doing much better than you thought, and obliged him. You picked your pace up, your hips snapping against the plush fat of his ass and making it jiggle in the cutest way. And each time you hit against his prostate he moaned loudly, sluttily.

Touya was losing himself in the feeling of you fucking his ass. It felt so good, too good, and he knew he wouldn’t last. He knew that even though he’d already had his cock milked for all it was worth that there was more to give. Sensing that he was getting closer, you picked up your pace even more.

“Gonna- Fuck, y/n. I can’t- I’m gonna cum again, shit. Don’t stop! I’m cumming please don’t stop-” he begged, his cock throbbing as he emptied his balls all over the sheets between his knees. He pushed himself back into you, matching your thrusts to get more of you, more of everything. Pleasured whimpers spilled from his lips as milky seed dribbled down, and if he could cry, he might have been crying from the pleasure for the first time in his life.

“You’re so good, Touya. You did so well, you came so hard for me,” you praised, slowly pulling out of him. “I’m so proud of you, baby. Did it feel good? Did I make you feel good?”

“Yes,” he whispered, “fuck, yes.”

As quickly as you could, you grabbed the towel from before and cleaned him off. Mopping up lube and cum, wiping away sweat, and planting sweet kisses in the path your hands travelled. All the while you praised him, telling him how amazing he was. How handsome he was.

Once cleaned and after coming down, he managed to roll over onto his back, revealing the entirety of his torso to you. You stopped removing your harness to admire him for a moment.

“You really are beautiful, Touya. I mean it.”

His eyes fluttered open and sleepily looked down at you. The turquoise all but glowing in the aftermath. Overwhelmed by your own feelings, you crawled over to him, taking the arm closest to you in your hands. You pressed more kisses there, to his fucked skin and his healthy skin, to the staples and seams and all the way up until your lips met his.

Soft, sweet, and full of all those words neither of you could say, full of all that emotion you were so afraid of. When you pulled back, Touya saw it in your eyes.

It was as if you were screaming, ‘I love you, please love me back. Please love me.’ And he swallowed hard. He did love you, god he loved you so much he didn’t know what to do about it. It’s not like he could just whisk you away and start over. It wasn’t like there was ever really going to be a future for the two of you.

This path he was on, the one he dragged you on with him, is one that only leads to sadness in the end. He knows it; has known it since Sekoto. He couldn’t do this to you, he thought as he stared into your eyes. He couldn’t drag you down with him, you were too precious, too perfect to be thrust into the fiery pits of hell alongside him. And that was surely where he’d end up.

You’d given him so much, like always. Giving, giving, giving, and Touya just taking everything he could get. Surely soon you’d break, right? Surely soon you’d realize that this-

Your lips against his again broke those swirling thoughts, jolting him back into the present with your soft touches and tender reverence.

“Are you okay? I didn’t go too far, did I?” you ask softly.

“No, doll. Not at all. My mind is just… There’s a lot at stake y’know?”

You nodded because you did know. Especially for him. Suddenly you were being hoisted on top of him, being pulled into his chest with his arms around you. One hand pressed to the back of your head to carefully play with your hair while the other trapped you against him.

“T-Touya?”

“Let me hold you.”

That’s all it took for you to melt into him, for you to nuzzle deep into him and just enjoy the warmth of another person for a while. You stayed like this for so long you thought you’d both fall asleep, but then his hands started wondering. Fingertips dancing over the plus of your ass, running along your thighs.

You hummed at the feeling, while your arousal from earlier had subsided significantly, you were still marginally turned on. You were going to just try and forget about it, the goal had been to make Touya feel good, but you weren’t going to argue if he wanted to return the favor.

It helped that you both were still completely naked.

He trailed those long, pretty fingers down to your slit, dipping two into the slick there and spreading it around. You were already - or rather, still - so wet that it made him groan. He slipped those two into your core and curled them gently and you felt his cock harden once again against your thigh.

Honestly you thought he was spent, that he wouldn’t have another load in him after everything, but the twitching of his dick to life at just the feel of your cunt told a different story. You gasped, feeling him work into you and rake along your walls to find your sweet spot.

Your back hit the mattress before you could regist what was happening, something that Touya was apparently good at considering the amount of times he’d done it since you took your relationship to the next level. He hovered over you, and then you saw it.

His eyes, normally bouncing between morose and lust, were filled to the brim with an emotion you’d never seen on him before. Something you weren’t sure the meaning of, only that he directed it all at you. It was soft, and...sweet?

Supporting himself with one arm and spreading your legs apart with his own, Touya brought his other hand back to your pussy. He trailed from your slit to your clit where he circled and flicked at the sensitive pearl, eliciting such pretty sounds from you. Two fingers dipped into your core again, his thumb taking their place on your clit as he fingered you slowly.

“You’re so pretty like this,” he groaned, feeling you clench around him. “I wanna feel your sweet pussy around my cock, can you do that for me?”

You nodded, back arching as he sped up his ministrations. Touya knew exactly what to do by now, exactly where to touch to have your mind reeling with only thoughts of the pleasure he gave to you. He was the one making you feel this good with just his hand. He was the one getting to see the erotic faces you were making. He was the one who got to make you cum over, and over. Nobody else. Him.

You belonged to him, and it was only now he realized it. You weren’t galavanting around with another, scummier villain. You weren’t ever without him, really. You were his and similarly he was yours, at least for now. That knowledge sent fire to his belly, blood to his cock, and he became hyper aware of everything that was you.

Every mewl you hummed for him, the way your tits bounced even with just his hand at play, the shaking of your thighs around his own, the tremble in your lips. It was all his, you were all his. He didn’t deserve you, the theme that’d been haunting him for weeks, months. But he needed you, he craved you, and he had you. He loved you.

“T-Touya- fuck, I’m so close, please!” you whined, but as soon as you did he pulled his hand away, causing you to whine for a different reason. The confusion in your eyes was delicious, he enjoyed having this control over you just as much as he enjoyed letting you have control over him.

“Don’t fret, babygirl, I’ll take care of you,” he hummed, then leaned down, pressing against you to groan into your ear, “Do you want to cum on my dick, or on my tongue first?”

The danger in his voice made you shiver, it was a threat as much as a promise and you tried in vain to press your thighs together, blocked by his own. Your cunt ached, needing to be filled, and if he was offering…

“Your c-cock, please.”

“Anything for you,” he said, breath ghosting over your ear even as he pulled away, dragging his teeth gently over the sensitive skin there. He was already slotted between your thighs, all it took was a bit of readjusting and he was pressing at your core.

Fuck you were so wet, he loved it. He loved the moans you gave him even more when he pressed the length of his hot cock into you, up to the hilt. He was sensitive, the way your cunt sucked him in felt so much more intense because of the prior stimulation, and he groaned.

“Fuck, your pussy is so fucking good, baby.”

He pulled his hips back slowly, savoring the way you gripped onto him like your body didn’t want to let go, and then slammed back into you. Already he was angled to hit your sweet spot, making you arch your back and moaning his name. As he fucked you, setting the perfect pace between frantic and loving, he leaned down to fondle your chest.

Rolling your nipples, massaging the soft, plush flesh even as he snapped his hips against yours and you were putty in his hand. The soft dominant side you’d shown before giving way completely, letting yourself be taken care of and wholly at his mercy.

And Touya was addicted to that. Seeing you beneath him, compliant and willing to take whatever he gave you? God, he could bust on the spot.

You’d already been so close from before, so it’s no surprise you were close to cumming again. Touya felt it in the way your cunt clenched around him, the way your breaths hitched and your moans rose in pitch. Supporting himself with arms on either side of your head, your legs wrapped around his waist, he pounded into you with more fervor. Chasing after your release and failing to stave off his own.

When you came around him, a cry of his name on your tongue, he released inside of you. You felt so good, he couldn’t help it. Even though he’d already cum so much, and though he was sure this load was subpar, he still painted your insides milky white.

Feeling him pulse inside you as he came was so sweet, you adored the way his cock throbbed with each convulsion and it only served to prolong your own pleasure. He fucked you through it, your moans and his grunts mingling in a cacophony of lust and release that filled your ears.

“God,” he groaned, dipping his head down to rest on your belly as he pulled out and let his seed drip from your cunt. “I want to see that. I want to watch you cum for me.”

You didn’t have time to question it, to question his meaning, before he was kissing down your stomach, over your mound, and hooking your thighs over his shoulders to lap lazily at your weeping pussy.

His cum was salty and bitter, mixed with your sweet slick in a flavor that was a combination of your essences. In a flavor that claimed you both as belonging to the other. Touya pushed his tongue into your hole, swirling it around and dragging his seed out and into his mouth. Some of it he swallowed, some of it he spread around and up to your clit.

He focused on your pearl for a moment, swiping his muscle back and forth over it, then latching on to suckle gently. His mouth was so hot, so needy as he nursed on you, and it wasn’t long before you were clenching around nothing. Each pulse of your pussy pushing more of his cum out and dribbling down your ass, down his chin.

He hummed against you before sliding two fingers into your core. Flexing and curling them just right to hit your sweet spot, he upped his assault on your pretty little clit. Suckling and licking, flicking his tongue over and over until you were fluttering and spasming around his fingers. Until he could feel the pulsing of your clit on his tongue when you came again.

And you thought it’d be over, you thought that would be the end, and you were content and ready to have a cigarette. But no, Touya had other plans. Even though it was cruel, and you were so, so sensitive, he didn’t pull away or let up. In fact, he added a third finger, using it to toy with your tight little ass like you’d done to him not long ago.

Your back arched, your head thrown back, your fingers grasping desperately at the sheets as Touya brought you to overstimulation. As he prodded into your holes with his long, slender fingers and mercilessly attacked your clit with his mouth, it was all you could do to stay grounded in reality and not completely lose yourself in the pleasure and the pain.

Your cries were music to his ears, oh he could listen to those moans and wails on repeat forever. Did you even know how sexy you were? Did you even know what you did to him? That, were he not completely spent, those sounds could have him cumming untouched, just like before with your strap buried deep inside him.

His hole clenched at the memory.

“Touya! Fuck- p-please it’s… too much-ah! Fuck!” you whined, grinding your hips down onto his face without thinking. That movement elicited a low groan from him, reverberating from his chest, into his throat and to your cunt. Getting fucked by you? Was amazing. Getting to fuck you? The best. But getting used like this?

Spurred on by your actions, Touya began pumping his fingers in and out of you, on each draw back, curling them to drag against your sweet spot. You were seeing stars, you were vaguely aware that you were spilling filth from your mouth. Praises and curses, a string of unintelligible pleasured noises, mixing with cries of his name and pleas to just let you cum already.

And you did, you came harder than the first two times thanks to the added stimulation. And Touya loved the way your cunt throbbed in his mouth, around his fingers. He loved the way he could still taste his cum on you, mixing with your own. He loved it. He loved you. God, he loved you. He wanted to tell you, wanted to shout it from the rooftops and carve it into his skin or burn it into yours.

He finally - finally - let up once you’d ridden out your orgasm on his face, drawing up to press a sweet and salty kiss to your lips before pulling you into his chest again and petting you softly. You were both spent, both exhausted and needing a nap but you needed a smoke.

Allowing yourself a moment of this bliss, you snuggled in tighter, feeling safe and wanted against this man, this villain. And he was a villain, you had to remind yourself. You were, too, but if you’re honest his laundry list of crimes far exceeded your own.

He’d killed people. Kidnapped children. Committed numerous acts of arson and robbery. Among other things you couldn’t remember now. And you? A few petty crimes just to scrape by? Guilty by association with the LoV? What would your father think of you now?

You did not want to think about your father.

“I need a smoke,” you said softly, focusing on the way Touya danced his fingertips down your arm, through your hair.

“Yeah, I’ll join ya.”

Prying yourself away from him, you moved to throw on some clothes while he did the same, and you both padded outside with bare feet and aching bodies. The cool air felt wonderful against your still-flushed skin as you tapped out a menthol, offering the pack to Touya.

He wasn’t normally one for menthols, but it seemed pleasant after everything that just transpired, so he gratefully took one. Holding his index up between you and alighting a small blue flame on his fingertip, you both leaned in to light your smokes. The proximity to each other over this small, mundanity you’d grown so accustomed to made you grin.

The little smile on your face made Touya quirk an eyebrow as he drew back and extinguished the flame. That little confused look, so cute and endearing, made you giggle softly. To which he huffed a quiet chuckle.

“What?” He tried and failed to stop the grin that was stretching along his face, the laughter that bubbled up in both of your throats.

“It’s just-” you broke, barking out a laugh with a puff of smoke which only made him snicker and take a drag to cover the ever-growing smile. He loved the sound of your laugh, even if he was confused. It was infectious, the kind of laugh that made you want to be smiling and giggling right alongside you.

Dabi didn’t laugh. He was a cold, ruthless villain who would burn anything in his way. But Touya? Touya could laugh, right? He used to laugh. Used to play with his siblings didn’t he? Did he?

He was laughing now, despite himself. A low, soft chuckle that shook his shoulders and resonated in his chest. When he pulled his hand away and exhaled his breath of smoke, he was smiling. Not grinning, not smirking, not that wild, feral smile you’d seen so much of. But a genuine, cute smile. And you were instantly captivated.

His lips curled up slightly more on one side than the other, his eyes half closed as he watched you from his peripherals. Even with the scars and staples, he was so handsome. Especially when he smiled genuinely. And that crookedness about it only made it more precious.

“What?” He managed to ask again.

“Nothing, it’s just…” It’s just what? That you loved him? That you felt free in a way you’d never felt before? That with him by your side, nothing was impossible? “You’re incredible, you know?”

“So you’re laughing at me?” he joked.

“Hey, there’s a lot to laugh about, but not this time, hot stuff. No, I was just thinking how far we’ve come since the start. Everything with Hana, and now with Enji. All the pain we’ve both gone through, only to end up in the same way as that first night: sharing a midnight smoke and just enjoying each other’s company. It’s a little ironic.”

He hummed in agreement, inhaling another long draw from his cigarette as you did the same. On his exhale he turned to you just as you opened your mouth. Leaning in as if to kiss you, you immediately caught on to his intention.

Gently you let the smoke waft out of your lungs and into his mouth, where he inhaled slowly. He could taste your breath mingling with the cigarette, a deep minty cooling from the menthol, and it was heaven. It was a taste of ambrosia in your essence. The inhale burned his throat, his lungs in the best way, and once you were empty and he exhaled what you’d given him, he kissed you.

One hand cupping the back of your head, his thumb rubbing soft circles on your neck as he pressed his lips softly against yours. This kiss was unlike any kiss you’d experienced before. It was sensual and intimate without being sexual; it was loving and gentle in all the ways Touya wasn’t. Or at least, in all the ways he didn’t think he was and all the ways you knew he could be.

You melted into him, letting your half-smoked cigarette fall to the concrete to wrap your arms around his middle. Touya pulled back for a moment, catching his breath, and then kissed you again. Just as slow and sweet. And he kissed you again, and again, and again until his cigarette was also spent and you were both breathless.

It had to suffice because he just couldn’t bring himself to tell you. His kisses and his reverence of you and your body had to be enough because it was too soon for ‘i love you’s and grand displays of affection. He had a mission, a goal, and he was worried that if you stayed with him he’d drag you down alongside him.

If he told you he loved you, spilled all those feelings out and let them pour from his mouth like sticky ichor, like poison, you would stay. And he knew that. He knew that, in order to run you off like he needed to for your own sake, he couldn’t tell you.

Even if all he wanted was to hear those same words in your pretty, sweet voice. Each kiss was punctuated with an ‘i love you’ in his mind. Words he could never say - would never say.

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[thehandsresisthim]

Monster Sized

Dabi | Todoroki Touya / Reader

Synopsis: Touya is your pet. He misbehaves and you punish him accordingly.

nsft / dominant reader / sex toys (small vibrator, plug, big monster dildo lol) / pet play (Touya is addressed as puppy, mutt, etc., reader is handler, master etc.) / bondage (handcuffs) / degradation / dumbification / size kink / stomach bulge due to the dildo / not beta read

"Oh, my dumb little mutt. I think I haven't properly kept you in check - you sure seem like nothing but a bitch in heat, begging for a big cock to fill you up, don't you?"

He sure overstepped your limit this time.

You harshly janked on his leash, "come on, bitch, we're going to the bedroom," and Touya had no choice but to follow you, crawling on all fours - he still vividly remembers the time he tried following you walking upright and the harsh punishment which had followed that.

Once in the room, you secured Touyas leash on one of the bed posts and walked over to the drawer you kept your sex toys in - thank goodness you hadn't told Touya about your newest purchase yet! The huge, oversized dildo would surely suit a bitch like him. But you would ensure that it stayed a surprise, only taking out a pair of handcuffs, deciding that the grand reveal would happen later on.

"Hop onto the bed, doggy." you said, glaring at Touya. Sadly, he decided to be a brat.

"Why the f-fuck would I?", Touya tried to seem confident, but he couldn't even properly understand what you were saying - he was way too needy to focus on your command.

You sighed. "I'm gonna count down from three. If you aren't on the bed by one, you're not going to like what'll happen to you."

He just glared.

"Three."

Touya seemed torn between wanting to disobey, and being afraid of your punishment, but he still did not move.

"Two."

He felt like his brain was broken - he couldn't focus on anything but the stimulation on his prostate and how the plug was spreading his hole, creating pressure. What did his handler say again? He tried, but his dumb mind couldn't handle it, - go towards his handler? That seemed realistic, so he started crawling.

He slowly moved up, getting on all fours from the previous position he had been sitting in, and started crawling. Intrigued, you decided to hold down the countdown for a moment to give him a fair chance at getting up.

He did not get onto the bed, but rather crawled towards you.

Oh, your dumb little mutt. He truly was a brainless bitch.

He continued to crawl, until the leash stopped him. Frustrated, he attempted to go further, but obviously couldn't.

"Oh, sweetheart, you truly can't do anything, can you? No, your handler has to constantly keep you in check."

Sighing, you decided to give up on trying to teach him any commands for now. Dumb whores like him only needed to be breed, right now there was no point in teaching him.

You took him by the collar and dragged him onto the bed, his lanky limbs getting in the way of things.

Touya growled, "Fuck you". You sighed once more, not responding to the mans rude response. He did not deserve this kind of attention right now, it was best to keep silent to make sure he understood that his vocalized opinion did not matter to you - he wasn't worthy of a response.

Quickly, you secured his arms to the bed using the cuffs. If only he hadn't been so disrespectful.

For the first time in the last hour, you looked at his pitiful cock. It was fully erect - not that the little thing was impressive - and coated in his streaky precum. The tip was bright red, most likely an effect of the continuous teasing you had subjected him to earlier in the day - before he decided to misbehave and make you mad, resulting in the punishment right now. If only he had behaved better, than he would've reached his climax already and you both could've been cuddling on the sofa whilst watching a show, but no, your mutt had to just ruin everything with his filthy mouth.

You took to spreading his legs, slowly rubbing over the staples which badly connected burned and healthy skin. He truly was pathetic.

"Oh, finally. Are you goin'... fuck me already? Took you long en-enough. My hole is really stretched out from the plug, ya' know?" Touya tried to keep his voice calm, like he couldn't care less whether you made him cum or not, but you could see right through him. He was aching to finally release his seed, but you knew that that wasn't going to happen for a while longer.

Softly, you removed the plug from his sensitive hole. He whimpered and moaned throughout the entire process, clearly enjoying your touch.

Afterwards, you coated your fingers in lube and went straight for his hole, immediately putting the bullet vibrator inside of him. It became warm, like the rest of his insides. You chuckled a little and pushed it further into him, rubbing it right against his prostate.

Touya couldn't hide his arousal at that, groaning loudly whilst his cock twitched.

You decided that teasing him with the vibrator would be fine for now - you'd take out your surprise later.

+++

"Please don't - don't, no - miss - it's way too big! It won't fit, my hole won't be able to take it! I-I don't want to, miss I-", Touya complains, but you just slap him across the face, effectively shutting him up.

He cries even harder, full on sobbing, as you start to press the lubed up monster dildo against his equally lubed hole.

He also tries shaking and squirming away, but that also does nothing.

If only your poor, confused, dumb dollie hadn't been such a bitch - then maybe he would not have to experience his hole being stretched out further and further and completely filled by a monster cock. But alas, he was.

As you slowly put in the tip, Touyas eyes visibly started to widen, and he continued to whimper - most likely trying his best to deal with the situation. The plastic dick started to gently pry apart his opening and it was obvious how much it was affecting Touya - his breathing became heavier, his still painfully neglected, pitiful nub of a cock started to twitch, he was sweating, and loud noises escaped his mouth.

But you relentlessly continued. As the dildo filled out most of his ass, but still not touched his prostate, the true effect on Touya started to show - he loudly sobbed, the shock in his face clearly evident - it was too much for his poor, cute, once tight hole.

You started to use your fingertips to softly trace the stomach bulge the dildo created. This obviously didn't go unnoticed by Touya - he lifted his head and crained his neck to also take in just what was happening to his small body.

"Look, little one. Your hole is almost all filled up now. Feels good, doesn't it? Maybe my cute little bitch can behave, now that he is being breed all good."

"F-fat fuckin' chance of th-wah! Ahn- miss- feel good -big- cock inside my hole, rubbing against - ngh-", Dabi tried to protest, until you, mid sentence, rammed the plastic all the way in, pummeling into his hungry, greedy ass.

Overwhelmed with being filled up so suddenly, Touya started to grip onto the sheets in a poor attempt to ground himself.

Slow at first, but then picking up on speed, you started fucking Touya using the toy. His reaction was delicious - eyes widening, sobbing, light screams, body twitching and squirming around, arms flailing, - the whole ordeal.

His cute cock started getting even more interested in what was going on - the thing looked like one would only need to touch it once to bring it to an orgasm, so that's what you did.

Using the hand which wasn't occupied with guiding the dildo in and out of his hole, you slapped his cock - hard. Touya wailed, hips lurching forward, torn between the pain and pleasure.

Upon seeing that he hadn't cum yet, you repeated the action a few times, at the same time making sure to fuck the toy right up against his prostate at the same time as the blow to his nub.

Obviously, the breeding bitch couldn't control himself - his cum shot out of him soon afterwards, dirtying your hand and his body.

But this didn't deter you - no, he should be happy that someone was willing to touch his disgusting cock. So, you continued to fuck him, but opted to massage his nub instead of slapping it, since your arms were getting tired.

At first, Touya didn't realize what was going on - not until the last droplet of his pathetic sperm stopped leaving his cock and the after shocks of his first orgasm fizzled out.

No, your dumb little mutt left his mouth wide open - tongue out - and rolled his eyes onto the back of his skull. You wished you could take a photo, but for now, your memory would be enough.

Just a few moments after, he sure did realize it, though - based on your malicious smirk and your calculated movements, Touya was sure you were out to torture him further.

Each stroke on his twitching, aching little cock, the soft touches on his tummy bulge and hits of the dildo to his oversensitive prostrate were ensuring that he was properly punished - it didn't take long for him to feel a second orgasm coming.

Amidst screeching, screaming, moaning, groaning, whimpering and gasping, Touya tried to tell you what his nub of a cock was about to do - he really did - but the words just wouldn't come out!

And after that, it was already too late to warn you - he was already releasing for the second time.

This time, he knew what you were going to do after - not that he could prepare much for the continued stimulation other than maybe beg you to stop. So that's what he did, although his stupid mind was also fucked out, and thinking was hard for a bitch like him - "miss- cock hurts - too big - m'hole is all stuffed - soo full! So good-nh, but - too much... ahhn-" and "please, need break, cock can't cum, cock can't cum!"

Touya was absolutely miserable. His hole was stretched beyond belief, his cock was red with how many times you've slapped it, the prolonged edging before hand, and now, the overstimulation, his face was covered in his drool, there was cum all over his shaking, aching body - he needed a break.

But sadly, you don't care. Why would you? He surely has one more for you, doesn't he? So, you don't even slow down.

"Just one more, puppy. If you apologize and promise to do better, mutt." you explain to him.

Based on Touyas facial expression, you can figure out how hard he is thinking - trying to process your words. His arms are trembling in the hand cuffs.

It appears he has figured it out. "I'm-I sorry, Master! I was - a dumb puppy, I'm sorry! I'll - I'll do better. Your disgusting slut promises to be better! I'm sorry!", Touya started to cry, finally doing what you wanted him too.

As a reward, you stopped rubbing his cock for a moment, instead moving your body and taking your hand to slowly rub his hair - your nails scratching his scalp, soflty massaging it.

He smiles, happy to have made his handler happy and enjoying your pleasant touch.

"My good boy. You can be so good if you truly try." you say and carefully take your hand out of his hair, instead placing it on his cheek and massaging it as well.

It seems you truly fucked all the bitchiness out of him - he was finally listening to you, to tired to complain or rebel against his handler.

You smile and start to move the dildo again, and also take up touching his cock again - Touya cries out.

His arms and legs tremble, his hands grin at the sheets, and he starts squirming. You just continue smirking and start softly talking to him.

"You're my good slut. You can take it. Good boy. Come on, let your master milk one last orgasm out of you."

He cries and babbles on - you can only make out a few words - "master, need-wah! hole is stuffed so good! Cum, cum, cum- please, want you, need, ngh-" until, with a cry of your name, he came for the last time for tonight.

"You did so well, Touya." you praised him and started to remove the dildo from his hole, uncuffed him and removed the leash from his collar.

"Thank you, Master." he answered.

"Come on, sweetie, I'll get you some water, then you can take a shower whilst I change the bed sheets." you suggested, and he nodded, so you walked to the kitchen to fill up a glass of water for Touya.

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[perzawa]

→ first time

valentine’s day series

shouta aizawa, touya todoroki, izuku midoriya

genre: smut

warnings: loss of virginity, aged reader and characters

→ shouta

— though you never had sex until this point, it didn’t mean it never almost happened

— you both played A LOT

— he never wanted to force you into it, so when you told him you wanted to wait,,, he was more than okay with that

— some days, the tension in the air was thick and you’d both have to take cold showers

— you trusted him, but you still wanted to make sure he was there for more than your body

— so when you proposed the idea to try things on valentine’s day, you could barely ignore the pounding in your stomach while you waited for your boyfriend to get home

— much to your surprise, shouta was actually v v gentle with you

— his fingers would slightly brush against your cheeks while he bottomed out inside of you

— your heart was still beating hard against your chest now ,,

— but the feeling of his body on top of yours was all too fixated on

— he spoke quietly in your ear and ohhh boy

— you were already breaking

with a small gasp, your back arched from the bed sheets under you, quiet words falling from your parted lips. you could feel your walls clench over his thick cock, pussy dripping on the fabric below. your lips were open, but now you could barely speak, trembling from the slight drag of his cock. tears pricked your eyes from the evident stretch, but you never allowed any to fall, legs open wider in order to take your lover as deep as possible. “there we go,” his hot breath tickled your ear, forcing you to bite your lip. every sensation seemed to feel better than the last, your toes curling in the sheets, knowing you were making the bed all dirty. 

“god, ‘s tight. so... fucking tight. relax...” small drops of sweat rolled down your neck while your head slightly hit against your headboard multiple times. at first, you were afraid it’d hurt too much to even enjoy, but now you were chomping on your own lips to stop yourself from screaming. 

surprisingly, you weren’t in any pain like you assumed. in fact, you could only feel pangs of pleasure here and there - that would constantly increase when the heads of his throbbing cock made contact with a sensitive area of yours. you craved more, tongue hanging out of your mouth, a trail of drool slipping down your cheeks. 

wrapping your legs around your boyfriend, you shut your eyes tightly, hands wondering to his hair. tangling your fingers in his locks, you tugged rocking your own body against him to meet his violent thrusts. you were familiar with this sensation because you were no stranger to touching yourself. crying out you bucked your hips, the pressure of his cock inside of you causing your mind to blank and sparks to explode throughout your fucked-out frame. your body could still feel shouta’s relentless pounding, but you could barely move, only laid out simply for his pleasure. 

in shorter words, you wouldn’t dare forget this day. 

→ touya

— ohhh boy

— you and dabi met when you joined the league, introducing yourself as a close friend of shiggy’s

— you both got along really well after that and started dating

— you weren’t a virgin at all,, but moving too fast was still something you kinda feared 

— your history with past relationships was to blame for that 

— you never talked about sex much tbh but only because he seemed nonchalant about it 

— “you’re not ready?? i mean - ok, that’s fine...” 

— you admired him a lotttt for waiting for you,,, so you wanted to make your first time somewhat special 

— ...it was a little far from special

— instead of doing it at your shared home, it was maybeee done in a gas station

— tbh it you weren't even planning on it today or anything

— but you were both high as f u c k

— to your surprise though, he was really calm and reassured you the whole time

— even though it was only oral, he guided you through it 

— his hands would lightly brush your hair, but he’d be slightly cautious with pulling too hard

— “this okay??” he’d probably ask that a million times before he even touched your hair

— don’t get me wrong though, once you gave the signal, he was faaaar from nice 

with a lazy smirk, you found yourself instantly pressing a kiss to the white liquid straining from the head of his cock, eyes low. the lights in the bathroom were going in and out while you pushed your head further, struggling to fit his entire cock in your mouth. you pushed your tongue flat along the underside of his heavy cock, hallowing your cheeks until his salty tip made contact with your throat. struggling to breathe, dabi noticed and placed a scarred hand on your head, rubbing your scalp with his thumb. 

“easy... don’t push too - fuck...” blinking up at your boyfriend, you could see his eyes shut quickly, hand slightly latching onto your strands of hair. you weren’t even close to familiar with this, but you recalled watching many videos and reading several provocative works. swallowing around the cock in your mouth, you attempted to watch him, eyes watering from the slight itch in your throat. you pushed through it, however, the desire to make your boyfriend proud clouding your care for your own wellbeing.

the groans falling from his lips were more than sinful, but they let you know you were doing alright. if someone asked you how you thought your first sexual experience would go, you would not have assumed it would happen in the bathroom of a gas station. you blinked some tears away, pulling back from his cock, which was now coated in a thin sheen of saliva. recalling what you’d read online a few months ago, you leaned in to kiss his shaft before moving to his slit, which was still bubbling with precum. your eyes met for a moment and sent powerful goosebumps through your body, causing you to swallow hard. 

“you alright, doll? don’t do more than you’re prepared to.” you were grateful he knew of your status with sex, so your embarrassment was not at an all time high for not knowing completely how to do this. 

with your knees pressed to the dirty floor of the restroom, you leaned in again, brain fuzzy. 

all you wanted to do was make him proud. 

→ midoriya

— OK SO

— mans is a whole simp right

— just like you, izuku also never really talked much about sex but you both kinda had it in mind that you waiting to get further in your relationship

— neither of you had really gone further than makin’ out yanno??

— but i think one day he’d be all like “y/n do you wanna try something??”

— and you’d both probably decide on a really nice day, like your birthday

— so while you’re out for the day with your friends, you expect to come home to a sound apartment 

— bUT NO

— before you can even like step in, you look up at your bedroom window and the light is on??

— so you’re like,, isn’t izuku gone or sleep? 

— you walk in and it smells really nice - like cinnamon

— as you get excited, you start seeing roses trailing down the hall and get way too happy

— long story short, he’d been home planning all day for the perfect first time with you 

— it doesn’t start too serious

— you get settled and he kinda just teases you for a while by stroking your hips and inner thighs, or kissing your tummy 

— but as things kinda get serious, your underwear are suddenly somewhere on the ground and his fingers are hovering over your bare clit

— he’d be the type to praise you extensively cause like, you’re both pretty new to this, so he’d be super gentle

“there you go, atta girl..” hushed whimpers fell from your mouth like a chant, back arched off the red sheets displayed on your bed. tingles rushed through your body, the long fingers of your boyfriend abusing your clit while you cried out for him, toes curling and uncurling the wet sheets. you didn’t care how loud you were being, brain only intensely focused on the abundant pleasure you were receiving. it wasn’t like you’d never touched yourself before, so you couldn’t understand why it was so much more powerful when it was his fingers instead of your own.  

“this okay?” your eyes trailed down to izuku’s single middle finger pressed against your opening, finger threatening to slip in while you wailed, body reacting before you could even speak. you nodded quickly, widening your legs as much as possible. his thick finger slipped in, sliding on your walls. you could feel yourself clench over him, slick gushing from your close-to-overstimulated pussy. you wanted to scream, tongue slipping from your mouth. you’d be embarrassed had you not been so focused on creaming over his fingers. 

with one hand, he rubbed your clit, careful eyes watching you for any noise of protest or any complaint. his finger worked inside of you until you were comfortable enough with a second one, and then a third. soon, you were shaking, legs trembling while your body threatened to spill over the edge. 

tears rushed down your cheeks while the slick from your pussy created a puddle on the bed, your face and body completely heated - despite the cool breeze from the fan above. “there you go,” your teeth chewed at your lip to keep your music to yourself, but god - it was so difficult. “cum on my fingers so i can lick them clean...” 

that was enough to send you over the edge. sparks flew through your body and his fingers sped up, constantly jabbing at the top of your walls. your hands flew to his hair like instinct and tangled in his green strands while you came, whispering embarrassing words you’d never say in any other situation. you gulped, throat dry from the amount of time your mouth had stayed open. batting your wet eyelashes, your eyes trailed down to your boyfriend’s hard-on. 

a cheeky smile spread across your lips and you blinked innocently. 

“do - do you need my help now?” 

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[turquoisea]

Family reunion

Pairing: Dabi/ Fem!Reader

Warnings: Kidnapping, Dub-con, Degradation, Brother/Sister Incest, Manipulation, Guilt-tripping, OOC, Smut

Contains manga spoilers. Minors DNI.

Words: 4130

Synopsis: You was kidnapped while on your way home from work. Turned out your kidnapper was someone you knew.

A/N: I don't own any of the characters. Please read the warnings before continuing and we're gonna jump straight to the scene after (y/n) had been kidnapped (because i was too lazy to write the former part OTL)

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Unable to escape from the kidnapper’s tight rope around your wrists, you helplessly let him carry you to somewhere that looked like an abandoned building. Not like you could exactly tell where it was, given the fact that your eyes had been covered ever since he captured you until you two “arrived” at the destination. Either had you been able to scream or to call for help, “If you decide to be a naughty little girl and make a fuss, or to even let a single person know about this and hinder my work, I can and I will burn your whole workplace while letting your watch every single second of it.” – the kidnapper had threatened, making panic surged within your body; the only thing you could blurt out to answer his “Is that clear?” was a simple “Yes.” Not wanting to involve any of your aquaintances, you decided to keep your mouth shut the entire time. You thought that it was a better idea to wait until you could learn about what he wanted, his motives behind this before trying to escape.

He placed you down on the floor after carrying you into a small room with the action being a little too gentle for a kidnapper, you thought and opened your eyes only to be met with a pair of turquoise gazes, slightly hidden behind his spiky black hair. Those reminded you of Shouto’s left eye color but they had a rather.. captivating effect, making you unable to tear your eyes off them. More like Touya’s eyes – the recollection passing your mind was quickly brushed off, given the harsh reality that Touya has been dead for more than 10 years. You cautiously opened your mouth to ask, still keeping eye contact.

"What do you want?"

“…What do I want?” He repeated the question before slowly taking off his black face mask. The way he did it was deliberate, elegant even, as if he was putting on a show to reveal what’s hidden behind the mask. In front of you was an abnormal façade: Purple skin lied under his eye bags, his lower cheeks and lower lip, all the way down to his collarbone; connected together with the normal parts of the skin by surgical staples. An audible gasp escaped your throat the moment you realized that the man who abducted you was the wanted criminal you saw on TV.

“League of Villains.. You’re.. You’re Dabi…”

“Dabi? Ah yes, people call me that now. But I thought you would recognize me now, you’re my family after all..” He trailed off at the end, as though he was rather hurt by your comment.

“Family? Stop joking now, we don’t even know each other!”

“You sure? Even when you used to call me Touya-nii with that sweet voice of yours?”

“I said stop!! Listen, I have no idea why you know about Touya but he’s not alive anymore, don’t bring him into this!” Your shaking voice resounded with rage. In the past few years you’d partly moved on from your brother’s death, even learned how to stop tearing up whenever someone mentions him. To say you was mad was an understatement, since the kidnapper crossed the line, pulled out those emotions that you’d tried so hard to hide them away. You couldn’t stay calm anymore. This villain and the audacity to even mention Touya, let alone making such an unbearable joke about him.

“(y/n)-chan,” The way he called your name was too familiar “you still have the habit of defending me after all this time.”

“Wh..What.. do you mean?”

“Don’t you remember? You were always there to patch me up every time I went out training on my own. Those nights that distress and hatred consumed me, you were the only one who was willing to give me a shoulder to cry on, to hear me rant about that stupid family. You were the only one who didn’t refuse to look at a “failure” like me while our father focused all his attention on that “masterpiece”. You made me feel like I’m not useless, (y/n)-chan. Sure you haven’t forgotten, right?”

“You’re.. lying.. Touya-nii is..”

“Yes, yes. Everybody thought so.” He interrupted. “But I escaped from the fire and as you can see,” He raised his hand to touch the staples. “I’m still here. If I’d died in that fire, I would have become a ghost, an evil spirit to haunt the hell out of Todoroki Enji.” The explanation ended with a snort.

But not for you, you couldn’t possibly laugh about it the way he did. You were nothing but speechless. The big brother you once thought wasn’t here, could never be here with you anymore was still alive and kicking. Thoughts of how Touya had managed to live since that day started to emerge your mind and probably because of the invisible connection, the blood connection between you two, you could feel his pain, his suffering, the dull ache that never go away in every single staple on his body… It must’ve been hard for a thirteen-year-old child to manage by himself after crawling out of a literal hell, you thought, mouth still agaped with astonishment. Tears neither stopped welling up, nor did they escape your shiny orbs when you looked at him through your blurry vision. You had so many questions to ask, but none of them could be voiced.

“But that’s the story for another day. Now, we have to celebrate the happy reunion of brother and sister, right?” He interrupted your thoughts before slowly approaching you. His tall body hovered over yours, enhancing the feeling of being small and helpless as your hands still being tied behind your back. He gripped your jaw with one hand, the other started to work on the buttons of your shirt while Touya’s slightly chapped lips met your own in a kiss that was soft at first but quickly turned passionate, sloppy with his tongue chasing every corner of your mouth.

“Touya..nii..” You panted between his kisses, trying your best to stop him from doing what you think he was trying to do. “We shouldn’t.. You shouldn’t do this.. We’re siblings..”

“Ah yes, you’re my favorite sibling after all, one more reason why we should do this, right?” His stapled mouth stretched into a huge grin, then he leaned back to take in the view of your body.

“My little sister has grown up.. To be honest, I didn’t have any of these dirty thoughts when we were children but now, I just want to fucking ravish you until all you can think of is me and my cock.”

His dirty talk sent a shiver thorough your body and you started to feel heat coiling up in your core. As if amused, turned on by your reaction, Touya grabbed one of your breasts and gave it a squeeze, causing a soft moan to escape your pump lips.

“What was that? Don’t tell me (y/n)-chan is aroused by her very own brother, hm? I’ve been stalking you for a while, my little sister. ‘Twas hard to find you since you don’t live at that house anymore. Can’t believe behind all those innocent act is a little whore who gets aroused easily by her Touya-nii.” He spat out, specifically emphasized the phrase you used to call him. Blue eyes looking down at you as if you were indeed what he said – a slut waiting to be bred.

“Touya-nii.. Please stop it.. I don’t want this..” Looking up at him through your wet lashes, you said with a whimper, begging him to stop.

Little did you know it had no such effect for Touya. Seeing your vulnerable face in a helpless state only boosted his ego; he felt as if he was the only one you could rely on, the only one who was able to decide your fate and damn, he could never get bored of this.

“What a pity, (y/n)-chan, because I, in fact, DO want this.” Touya murmured between kisses, leaving red spots blossoming all over your breasts, your shoulders, your collarbone. “Don’t you want to make your Touya-nii happy (y/n)-chan? You see, there hadn’t been a single day in which these staples stopped hurting me whenever I move. My tear glands were burned ever since the fire. I couldn’t cry because when I do, it hurts and blood flows out of my eye bags.” His fingers indicated the purple skin underneath his eyes as he continued. “I've lived with emotional numbness ever since. Your big brother doesn't feel anything anymore, (y/n)-chan..” Touya trailed off.

“But you, the only one who didn’t refuse to look at me... Having you here with me really makes me happy, and the kind little sister I know wouldn’t want to take that happiness away from me right?..” Turquoise orbs looked up at you through black strands of hair. As if wavering, as if pleading, as if he was asking you for your consent.

All to hide the fact that he guilt-tripped you into this.

And with him being a quick-witted, perceptive man, Touya’s tactics were never fruitless. He could tell your conscience would be troubled if you’d turned him down, especially when he phrased the words like that. He took advantage of the shocking state you were in, making you feel pity for him and overlook his immoral behaviours.

Touya waited with bated breath, eye contact still maintained.

“I..I want Touya-nii to be happy..” – your reply after a moment of thinking only caused a chuckle to escape his mouth and it’s almost like this was all he had been waiting for, all in his anticipation. This was the exact reaction that Touya wanted and as your best big brother ever, he couldn’t possibly put off anymore without his hands as your bra, nor could he wait any longer to secure this “happiness”.

“Knew my favorite sister would say that.” Touya couldn’t hide his triumphant expression when he quickly made his way down to your skirt, lifting it up so he could see what’s underneath. Gently, he palmed your groin before dragging his middle finger between your clothed slit only to find that your panties was already soaked.

“Oh? I already knew you were a whore behind your innocent façade but didn’t think you would be this shameless.. Tch.” He clicked his tongue. “Getting all nice and wet for your own brother. You said you wanted to make me happy but in truth, you just need to feel nii-san’s cock inside your hole right? Shameless slut.”

You groaned in exasperation and opened your mouth to protest but before you could even say anything, he ripped your white panties apart, making you squirm in awe. The rough pad of his thumb dragged over your clit while his knees spread your legs wide and held them in places. Touya’s finger slowly rubbed your clit in a circular motion and you couldn’t help but wanting more of those frictions, your hips involuntarily bucked forward.

“I was going to eat my favorite little sister out, but it seems like you can’t wait any longer huh? Look at this little pussy..” He said while using his index and middle finger to swipe at your entrance, gathering your juices on them, his eyes didn’t miss the way it clenched around nothing. “You must be so, so desperate to feel anything inside your pathetic hole, right? Will my fingers be enough to satisfy it?”

“Touya-nii..”

“Don’t be vague, (y/n)-chan. Sure you don’t want to hump a pillow like a dumb slut with her hands still tied while watching me masturbate to the sight of you right? Because if you don’t use your words now, I might let us do that for real.”

“Please, Touya-nii, I don’t want to! I want.. to be filled up by you instead..”

Upon hearing your words, Touya started palming the large bulge of his pants before unzipping the fermeture, gently pulled his boxer down to show you what’s underneath. Your eyes widened at the sight of Touya’s veiny cock. It was not as big as what you usually see on movies (not that you don’t know the porn industry isn’t anywhere near realistic), but rather thin and long as it was hard, practically throbbing in his palm whenever he stroked the shaft. However, what made you surprise was the shiny Prince Albert piercing located on the glans, signaling a hard time in the near future for your cervix.

Seeing your face expression only made Touya’s smirk grew wider and he looked like the cat that got the cream when he continued making you use more of your words, making you beg for his cock.

“And you want to be filled by what?”

As hesitant as you were after seeing his cock piercing, the way his fingers ignited sparkles of fire inside your core had your pride, your uncertainty wavering. You’d rather be fucked until your mouth can’t even form a coherent sentence than be left naked and needy while watching him masturbates until he cums anywhere that’s not inside your pussy. So you used your words, like a good girl should.

“By your cock, Touya-nii! I want you to fuck me hard!”

“Sure thing, my cute little slut.” He cooed. “Who am I to refuse to give my sister what she needs? I’m a good brother after all.”

And as a “good” brother he was, Touya even slide his fingers inside your wet pussy to prepare you for his cock. Despite having a fire quirk like your father, his fingers were cold and were only warmed up by the heat inside your core. They smoothly pumped into you, scissored you open, sometimes even curled up on purpose only to slightly brush against your soft spot, leaving you wanting more. His other hand found its way again on your clit, rubbing and circling along with his continuous fingering until you were nothing but a moaning mess, begging for your release.

He decided that he’d prepared you enough and retreat his fingers just before you could reach your climax. You whimpered loudly when he took the orgasm away from you, legs instantly wrapped around his hips to pull him closer. You had never felt this touch-starved before and all you could think of was only your Touya-nii, his captivating blue gazes, his touch, his voice and his pierced cock that somehow fits perfectly on his slim but toned body. You needed to feel him and you clumsily rubbed your pussy against Touya while trying to break free from the ropes tying your wrists together. But all that you could do wasn’t near enough so you looked up at him with pleading eyes.

“Touya-nii.. Please.. Please give me your cock.. I can’t take it anymore, I need your cock inside me..”

“Fine, since you asked so nicely.” Touya sneered as if he wasn’t the one who purposefully denied your orgasm before holding his cock, rubbing the swollen red tip at your entrance, feeling your juices mixing with beads of his precum then thrusted it all the way in. You both winced the moment you and your brother became one: you from the depth that his cock could go and him from the way your walls clenched around it.

“(y/n)-chan.. Your little pussy feels so tight.. Not that I mind how many people you slept with but damn.. This pussy's a keeper for sure..” Sighing with a shaky voice, he pulled out slowly only to slam back in ruthlessly. His hands used the dagger from before to release your aching wrists then started to rub small circles on them as if to soothe the pain. With your hands now free from bound, you wrapped them around Touya’s neck to pull him even closer, your lips moved under his to meet them in a kiss.

"Touya-nii.. Please move.." After a moment long enough for your pussy to stretch to his size, you broke from the passionate kiss to whisper to him; your tongue softly licked his lower lip, feeling the rough texture while your pussy clenched around his cock. You lifted your hips, inviting your big brother to bury his hot member deeper into you.

"Eager, aren't we?" To your plea, he only chuckled before moving his hand to grab a handful of your tits, squeezing the soft mound, toying with your swollen nipple. "Your wish is my command, my baby sister. Nii-san's going to make you feel really good now." His voice sounded so sensual when he moved his mouth close to your ear, whispered honeyed-words then nibbled at your earlobe, causing you to clench your pussy even more.

Touya's hands traveled down to grab both of your asscheeks, held them tightly in their places before he started thrusting his pulsing cock. "So good.. Touya-nii.." You moaned in rhythm with his hips whenever he bottomed out inside you; his cock piercing rubbed your walls every time he moved. The friction felt heavenly that you could feel your legs started to shake as if you couldn't control them anymore. He was different. His cock was different from anything you'd ever experienced. Touya filled you up so well, both physically and emotionally, making you feel good, feel loved, making tears well up in your eyes.

He let your legs rest on his shoulders as he continued claiming your pussy to himself, each thrust was hard and deep 'til the point that Touya's tip touched your cervix whenever he sheathed his full length in you. It hurt, but it hurt so good that not only did you not want it to stop, you wanted more and more of him, you wanted to indulge longer in this sinful pleasure.

"Fuck.. You're so tight around me.." He groaned as his pace became faster. A hand retreated from under you to hover above your neglected clit before he started stroking it softly, rubbing back and forth, drawing repeated circles onto your bundle of nerves.

Touya didn't leave anywhere on your body untouched: your tits, your belly, your inner thighs, your asscheeks, your clit, your core. His name fell out of your lips between heated moans like prayers and the pleasure kept building up that you felt like you're about to burst into bliss. Everything was so intense and you started to you wonder, is it because he denied your orgasm before or because his cock could actually bring you heaven? Those thoughts crossed your mind but you didn't know the answer. He'd fucked you dumb and now you couldn't think of anything else other than him and the tension deepening in your lower belly.

"Touya-nii.. 'M wanna cum.. Please.. Please let me cum.." You whined when you felt like you couldn't take it anymore, afraid that he would deny it again if you don't beg.

"Cum on my cock baby, let me feel you. And you should be.. Fuck.. grateful that I let you do it.." He didn't stop his assault on your clit as he railed you hard and fast, his thrust grew sloppier when your pussy clamped down on him. Wet noises echoed in the abandoned building along with your whines and the moans that Touya tried to hold back.

"Thank you.. Thank you Touya-nii.. for letting me cum.." was all you managed to choke out before you threw your head back, eyes squeezed shut causing tears of pleasure to fall out and your pussy clenched around him as you released your pent-up pressure.

"Attagirl, nii-san loves you.. Gonna officially mark you now, 'mkay? Gonna breed this little sister's pussy, gonna fill you up with my cum and put a baby in you.." Touya leaned over to whisper into your open mouth, planting chaste kisses all over your face while sloppily humping your body like an animal. You could feel him burry himself deep inside you when his brows furrowed and he muttered "Fuck" before Touya came inside your pussy. His thick ropes were hot as they spilled into your womb, painting your walls with his colour.

A moment passed with nothing but pants as you both tried to regain your breaths. You closed your eyes, basking in the afterglow with his cock still plugged in when you heard the clicking sound of a camera. Your eyes immediately shot open only to find Touya holding his phone in hand.

"Touya-nii.. Did you just.." You warily asked.

"Oh? Did I forget to tell you?" Touya casually looked up from his phone, a smirk tugged at the corner of his stapled mouth and he suddenly looked so strange, as if the person in front of you and the one who just came inside you was two different people.

"You see, there are two possible ways to completely break Todoroki Enji." He began explaining, his voice distant. "One, is to kill his masterpiece Shouto right in front of him by the own hands of his 'failure'."

"And two," His eyes locked with you as his smirk grew wider. "is to let him see his pure little angel being corrupted by the abandoned son." Touya finished his short speech, his hips pulled back so his now limp cock fell out of you with a wet pop. White cum slowly dripped out of your used pussy, all captured by the camera again.

You could see the flame of anger burning in his eyes when he mentioned your father's name and the tone of disgust in his voice when he spoke lowly of himself. There were so many problems that you didn't know where to begin with. All you could do was hang your mouth open, speechlessly watched him typing something on the phone.

"There, all done." Touya cheerfully informed. "Don't worry a thing, my baby sister, no one will get to keep those pictures except for me. I sent them to the old man using Vanish Mode, he'll see them for a few seconds before they disappear forever, just like how his little angel vanish from his life. Oh how I wish I could see his expression when he opens my messages."

You were absolutely stunned. You never thought your dead brother was able to come out alive, let alone to even have a detailed plan to destroy your father's mentality. There were so many things that your mind couldn't process in an instant.

"So you.. So you fucked me just for this?.." Your voice came out shakier than you expected. Your hands unconsciously moved to cover yourself as you hugged your own body, the world starting to crumble in your eyes.

"Partly, yes. But I wasn't lying when I said I love you." Touya planted a soft kiss on your forehead.

"E-Enough with all of this. I'm going home!" You raised your voice and wriggled out of his touch.

"Can't let you do that (y/n)-chan. The world doesn't know me as Touya, you're the first, the honorable one. Can't risk you leaking my secret right? And I plan to torture old man's mind repeatedly with more images of you, just like how he projected everything onto me when I was young." He tilted his head and laughed, and suddenly you couldn't tell whether his laughter was genuine or was an act of mockery. Probably both.

"Besides, I'm a little.. disappointed that my favorite sister actually wants to part so, so soon, especially when we just had a rather.. emotional family reunion, no?" His mood seemed to light up as he continued speaking.

"What.. do you mean by that? Just let me go already! I promise I won't tell anyone!" Tears started to form in your eyes as you slowly realized what the man meant. You were uncomfortable with the room's atmosphere; it's overwhelming you and you didn't want to stay any longer. You looked behind him, trying to figure out an escape path.

"Now, if you wanted to go so badly," - your actions couldn't escape his perceptive eyes - "I'm gonna escort you to a better place, 'mkay? They're gonna track down this place soon enough since I texted him with my phone. But don't you worry, nii-san won't let anyone hurt you, my (y/n)."

Touya had an almost-innocent smile when he approached you with his arms open, as if waiting for you to give him a hug. You backed away, but as stubborn as this Capricorn man was, he still wrapped his arms around you.

Ever since your childhood, Touya's body was warm, Touya's embrace was always comforting. But now, everything he did chilled you to the bone, making you start to shake uncontrollably. Suddenly you felt a sharp prick on your skin; followed by your consciousness slowly slipping away. Your vision started to grow blurry and all you heard before you drifted off was his voice, whispering to your ear.

"Now we won't be alone anymore."

The End.

A/N 2: I hope you enjoyed it! English isn't my first language so please be gentle with me QwQ. Thanks for reading!

#my hero academia #my hero fanfic #boku no hero fic #boku no hero academia #dabi x you #dabi x reader #todoroki touya #todoroki touya x reader #mha #bnha #when i was writing this i was like what is the synonym for d!ck #💀✋🏻 #pls breed me touya-nii #i love this man #grr grr arf arf

[inkykeiji]

im reading all the new bmb asks and im gunna slowly shift back to the touya and dabi twins because like 2 pretty cocks is better than 1

hehehe anon bb are u asking for twins cock headcanons???

i answered an ask like that right here!! but i can try and expand upon those a lil hehehe <33

touya’s cock is impressive. he’s bigger than the average in every sense; longer than average, thicker than average, prettier than average, pushing 7 inches with a dusty pink shaft that’s smoother than silk. it’s as straight as a ruler with a rosy head that’s perfectly symmetrical, and he loves to experiment with new positions and different angling of his hips to see which fuck the best noises and sweetest expressions out of his partner, routinely twisting, bending, and folding them into any and every shape he possibly can (depending on their flexibility ofc!! don’t worry if you aren’t flexible, touya can get very creative and will still find interesting ways to pound you into oblivion, he promises) <33 

dabi’s cock is massive. it isn’t as long as touya’s, or as straight as touya’s, or as pretty as touya’s, but it’s considerably thicker and very veiny, embellished with large and defined veins that wreathe around the shaft like vines. it’s heavy when it sits on your tongue, heavy when it rests in your palms, heavy when it slaps against your cheek, and he’s never patient enough to adequately stretch you out before you take it. dabi’s cock is also lighter in colour than touya’s, with a blush pink shaft and a paler head, though he gets flushed easier, cock darkening as more blood rushes south, veins engorged and throbbing as it morphs into the prettiest ruby red <3

#neither are circumcised #i'm telling u rn #touya's cock would fucking hurt to take #and he LIKES it that way #they both like to fuck VERY DEEP #so it's mostly pain lets be real #but they get off on that #because they're both so fucking sadistic #sighs dreamily #i love them so fucking much oh my GOD #oh my god oh my god #imagine tryna take em both at once #oof GOOD LUCK #ur gonna be half dead by the end of it lmao #and they're gonna LAUGH at you #'aw poor precious little baby can barely handle our cocks' #yeah buddy because you're both stupidly HUGE #clari gets mail #todoroki twins dabi and touya #inky.bb

[kohakuarisaka]

Trial By Fire (chapter 2 of 2)

Takami Keigo x (fem!)Reader

[ SUMMARY ] Hawks stopped by your apartment, asking for a patch up, and then asked for so much more.

[ WARNINGS ] R18+ for graphic sexual content and language. Role reversal: Keigo is a villain and Touya is a hero. Liberties were taken with Hawks’ quirk and is non-canon compliant. This fic is not nice to Touya. Reader and Hawks smoke. Reader has a quirk. Reader is a female with descriptive female genitalia. This fic contains graphic sexual content, including penis in vagina sex, oral sex, spanking, dirty talk, biting, degradation, and knotting. Consensual ♥

Keigo’s appearance in this fic was inspired by this lovely art piece!

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2

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Todoroki Touya was a prince.

Being born to a top-ranking hero was almost the same as being born to royalty. Everyone recognized his name, his quirk might as well have been trade-marked, and he had lots and lots of daddy's money.

If that wasn't enough, Touya was incredibly handsome, too. He had a full head of stunning, bright red hair and beautiful, shiny blue eyes. His smile was charming and voice was hoarse and suave.

He was a skilled fighter, always topping the rankings at UA, the talk of all 'up and coming' news articles back in his teen years. His quirk was flashy and powerful, nearly unstoppable; but, he was also a dedicated hero that trained day in and day out to hone his combat skills.

The boy with the crimson wings couldn't have the fortune of being nobody. That would have been more preferable to his reality.

His father was a criminal, a thief and a murderer. His childhood home burned to the ground when an attempted arrest went horribly wrong, and resulted in half his body being permanently scarred by burns. But, no one would believe that a hero did that to a small boy, even if it was an accident. No, of course not.

No hero academy was going to accept someone with such a reputation, with a name like Takami, with a history of bloodshed, with the evidence smeared across his skin for all to see. He was in and out of foster homes for years before he could get his own place, funded by petty crimes and gang activity, the only way he could survive.

Touya was a prince-

-and Keigo was a gutter rat.

He wasn't the least bit surprised when you told him that Touya had asked you out, even less surprised when you told him that you said yes.

Of course you couldn't resist Touya. He was everything any girl could possibly want, and he could give you a hell of a lot more than Keigo ever could: fancy dates, lavish gifts, a nice family to go home to, a name with a shining reputation.

Touya could make you happy.

And so, Keigo stopped chasing you. He stopped hoping anything more would amount to your relationship. But, even if his life depended on it, Keigo could never stop wanting you, thinking about you, loving you. No one was like you, not by a long shot. No one understood him like you did.

But, you belonged to Prince Touya.

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Hawks woke in a cold sweat, torn from a nightmare. He bolted upright, eyes scanning the room, panting lightly in a daze. His bare chest glistened with the evidence of his agony and his wings flexed out, feathers taut and sharped at the ends, defensive.

He glared at the unfamiliar walls, legs tangled in warm blankets. It took him just a moment to remember where he was.

There was a photo pinned to the wall by your desk: him and you at a spring carnival during your first year of high school. Your hair was longer back then and he had a black eye from a fight with some upper classmen.

The pillows and blankets on your bed were so soft and freshly washed, the scent of the fabric softener still wafting. You had dug out extra pillows and sheets for Hawks when made it clear he was intending to come around a lot more often.

Your apartment, your bedroom, your bed: that's where he was. The only thing missing from the room was you.

Hawks pulled himself out of a bed with a groan and snagged his sweat pants off the floor, where they had been discarded when he arrived. He decided to skip the underwear and just pulled the loose fitting pants on with a tired groan.

He didn't need to search the apartment to know you weren't inside. His feathers weren't picking up any vibrations from footsteps or breathing. It was too still, too quiet.

Confident of where you were, he opened one of the windows in your bedroom, nearest your desk, and shimmied onto the outer ledge, hoisting his torso through first before bringing his legs in until he was hanging outside. He kicked off the side, beat the air once with his wings to gain some momentum and flew up to the roof.

You let out the most undignified yelp when he floated up over the side of the building, bare feet toeing the edge where he landed, giving you an innocent, drowsy look.

"Holy fuck, you scared me," you hissed at him.

It was almost 1 in the morning, and you had slipped on a loose shirt and baggy shorts to head up to the roof for a smoke. Unsurprisingly, you were alone at this hour, able to enjoy the ambiance of the night without one of your neighbors mouth breathing or trying to strike up a conversation. They weren't bad people; but, you didn't want their company.

Even from up this high, you could hear passing cars, the soft squeaking of breaks and the occasional squeal of tires spinning on asphalt. Distant lights were constantly changing: traffic control, cars coming and going, people in and out of their crowded apartments.

"You're not cold?" Hawks asked as he approached you.

"Not really," you answered softly.

Despite that, Hawks flattened against your back. His hands dragged up and down your arms as if to warm them before winding around your waist. You felt more than saw his head droop over your shoulder. As he pressed in close, you felt what was his very shirtless chest fall against your back and the unmistakable outline of his cock against your behind.

"I see you didn't bother dressing," you scolded him, lacking any real malice.

"You like it," he challenged, reaching for your cigarette.

Before he could grab it, you brought it to his lips for him, turning your head to try and face him, despite the awkward angle. You watched him puff the end faintly before huffing out smoke away from you.

"Ohh," he hummed. "You bought the fancy ones this time."

"They're not fancy," you retorted gently.

He flapped his mouth, about to insist you let him buy the next pack. However, he caught himself, remembering how well it went last time. It had resulted in a fight, and you kicked him out, nearly pushing him out the window, not that he couldn't handle that, of course, and it was a funny memory, now that it was over.

Besides, if he was being honest, it was really hot when you yelled at him. Maybe not so much this time since it put him in the doghouse for a week. But, the makeup sex was definitely worth it.

You didn't want his money; 'blood money', you had called it. You adored him, maybe even loved him, wanted him, longed for him; but, you had no desire to take any of his dirty money.

You weren't delusional enough to think that that made you a good person, or somehow morally superior, not to Hawks, or anyone else for that matter. It was a choice that you had made for yourself, to try and get your life on the right track.

Maybe, letting Hawks into your bed was counter productive. He was a wanted villain, after all. Business could follow, even if he worked hard to prevent that. If Touya found out-

You shuddered at the thought, mind racing with the possibilities of what could happen. You didn't want to see Touya ever again, let alone talk to him; but, there was no guarantee that your paths would never cross again. Would he be mad? Would he try to hurt Keigo?

Sharply, you turned your head and kissed at his cheek, lips smearing across the burnt half of his face, as if trying to reassure yourself that that wouldn't happen. Hawks hummed, and you felt the vibration travel along his chest and throat and onto your skin.

"Don't burn your fingertips," he scolded you softly in a hoarse whisper, snatching your cigarette from the burning end.

You had been so lost in thought, you failed to realize the cinders were nearing your fingers, the flame having almost reached the end. You watched Hawks roll it between his fingers, drawing the paper into his palm where he crushed it. The flame died and he opened his hand, letting the wind carry the burnt remains away.

"Kiss me," you breathed, so wrapped up in the moment that you didn't care that you were outside.

He obeyed with a growl, hands grabbing at your waist harshly to spin you around. One hand flattened at the space between your shoulder blades, holding you tightly to his chest while he arched down and captured your mouth.

You heard and felt his wings beat the air, powerful and unyielding: an intentional display of dominance, most likely, that should have made your eyes roll and not your heart flutter. But, you had always been soft for Keigo, and this advancement in your relationship had only made that worse, until you became putty in his hands.

He clearly really liked to play with putty. It was bad enough that he was constantly twisting and turning your body to see what kind of positions he could put you in: something that you, unfortunately, found far more arousing than you should have. He loved to poke and prod, see what kind of noises he could get out of you. He also loved to see how far he could push your limitations.

"Baby," Hawks growled against your mouth, eyes hungry as he took you in.

"Let's be crazy," he suggested, low and hoarse, with a slight edge that made him sound like a stupid teenager again.

He tugged you in close, shamelessly rubbing his erection against your closed abdomen, and making his intentions known.

"Hell no," you retorted, smoothly, sure, but lacking in any real confidence in your rejection.

"Come on," he urged, hands and arms sliding away so he could skirt away from you.

You watched Hawks step towards the edge of the roof with the kind of confidence you would expect from a man that could fly. He casually sat down, rotated to sit longways, one leg spread out for balance while the other rested right at the edge. He leaned back, spreading one wing out along the gravely rooftop, while the other drooped over the side, feathers long and fluttering in the breeze like a crimson, tattered flag.

Hawks crossed his arms behind his head and laid back in full, looking boneless as he stretched out. He peered up at you with a wicked grin, eyes bright as they reflected the distant street lights.

"You're fucking ridiculous," you snapped at him, realizing too late that you were smiling dumbly at the shamelessly display in front of you. Your words lacked any real weight. Rather, you sounded amused or impressed, not angry.

God damn it.

"You love it," Hawks retorted with a soft laugh.

"No," you commanded, crossing your arms over your chest.

"Come on," he urged, rolling your name off his tongue like it was a delicious, sinful delight. "It'll make for a great memory - great story. Tell all your friends you fucked some guy on the edge of the roof. No risk: you know I won't let you fall."

"I wouldn't say 'some guy', even if I had friends to tell," you said to him grumpily, settling a weak glare on the winged villain.

Hawks removed his crossed arms from behind his head, placed one hand on the roof for balance, and leaned up. His cocky expression was gone, replaced with something soft, almost nervous, like he feared he misheard you.

"You'd tell them it was me?" he asked.

"Obviously," you uttered back.

A genuine smile found its way onto Hawks' face. Maybe, he was more deceitful than you gave him credit for. Maybe he knew damn well that you couldn't resist that face, that smile that lit up your heart, those mismatched eyes. Only foolish girls let themselves believe nonsense.

Maybe, you could be foolish sometimes.

You approached Hawks and he leaned back, excitement clawing its way onto his face as he realized he was going to get what he wanted. You smacked his chest and he fell back with a rough laugh.

A slight tug pulled his pants down enough to spring his cock free, already fully hard and leaking against his abdomen. Some distant thought was that you should have been surprised; but, Hawks had proved to be quite the animal, with such a miniscule refractory period and ready to go without much persuading.

You carefully slid on top of him, one leg braced on the roof against his side, while the other dangled over the edge. The weightlessness had you reeling back with a frightened whimper. Hawks grabbed your leg and pressed it tight against his side, keeping you planted on his lap.

"I got you," he whispered soothingly. "I got you, baby. I won't let you fall."

The bastard could fly. He was used to feeling weightless, to feeling nothing beneath his feet. You were not, and the very real risk of slipping over the edge was ever present when you felt the breeze, felt the lack of something beneath your heel.

However, when you planted yourself on Hawks, who was partially dangling over the side, you felt grounded. He felt sturdy and strong beneath you, no fear in his posture, arms and legs firmly planted, wings spread out to balance himself. He wasn't waddling back and forth with uncertainty.

It barely took you a second to relax, to feel safe when his hands gripped your thighs, holding you securely against his weight. Of course he could catch you; but, you doubted he would let you fall in the first place.

Sooner or later, you were going to have to learn to tell him no; but, that didn't have to be today.

"Have you done this before?" you dared to ask.

"Not with a partner," Hawks answered quietly.

You barked out a laugh at his answer, and watched a cheeky grin appear on the villain's face.

"What? Can a guy not jack off on the roof?" he barked.

"You're fucking horrible," you chuckled, slapping at his bare chest.

"I didn't splooge over the edge," he added on.

"You're ruining the mood," you scolded him.

Still, despite those words, and the obviously fact that he had in fact not ruined anything, you reached between your legs and grabbed at the hem of your shorts. They were wide enough that you could just pull them to the side-

Hawks choked on his next breath. You glanced up at his face. His head was angled down so he could steal a look at your sex so effortlessly becoming bare.

"Fuck," he wheezed, as if he hadn't seen you naked dozens of times by now.

Bare of underwear, fabric loose enough to just shift aside, you angled your hips until his cock caught on your folds. Hawks moaned when your wet slit trailed across his length, literally dripping over him.

"-ooohh, you're wet," he hissed softly, sincerely surprised at the discovery.

"You fucked me just a few hours ago, you animal," you retorted smoothly. Your level tone contrasted sharply with the sudden whimper that escaped you when his tip hooked on your entrance.

"Heh. Made you scre-"

Ah, you loved when Hawks gave you perfect opportunities to cut him off. You shifted your hips and sank down, enveloping his length in moist heat, and Hawks' words dissolved into a weak moan. There was no ache, as you were still prepped from earlier, likely still leaking some of him, as well.

Hawks wasted no time laying a hand against your lower abdomen. His thumb dipped between your folds and flicked skillfully at your pearl. The harsh texture of his calloused fingerprint had you whimpering and twitching. His other hand gripped your waist and guided you slowly up and down his length.

"Look down," Hawks instructed, not demanding, not crude, but soft and guiding. His eyes displayed a sort of devotion and hunger that had you helpless to do much other than obey.

Your eyes directed to the ground below, over sweeping floors, dozens of windows and a couple fire escapes. This high up, the ground looked so far away, cars like pill bugs you'd see waddling along the concrete at the community garden. Something electric shot through you, catching your breath in your throat, and Hawks let out a hoarse curse, hips shuddering.

"Fuck, you got tight," he hissed.

His hand let go of your sex and lifted up to cup your face. He turned you to face him, nudging your cheek lovingly with his knuckles. Immediately, you realized, it was his burnt hand.

You turned your head to kiss at his skin, tinged red from thick scar tissue and wrinkly. Slyly, he dipped his thumb into your mouth, the same that had been dipped beneath your folds.

"Don't be scared. I got you, baby," he cooed while you sucked the digit clean.

You smiled and laughed softly, popping his thumb out of your mouth with a lewd, wet noise. "Normal people are scared of heights, pretty bird."

"You're special," he protested, dragging his thumb across your bottom lip.

That praise had your heart fluttering, and you mentally scolded yourself for acting like a school girl.

He pressed down and dipped his thumb back inside, coaxing your tongue out until it lulled over your bottom lip. Normally, you swatted his hand away when he did things like that. But, it was difficult to resist when he was looking at you like that. One gold and one milky eye took you in with a heated gaze while he gently panted through slightly parted lips.

"That's a good girl," he praised, dragging the pad of his thumb over your tongue.

You likely looked ridiculous like this, impaled on his lap with your tongue hanging out. You almost wanted to smack him and tell him to quit; but, Hawks' hand retreated before you could tell him off.

That same thumb returned to your pearl, pressing down with just the right amount of pressure. He lifted his lips a little, encouraging, the corners of his lips threatening to break into a pleased grin. You gently moved along with him, finding harmony in a steady rhythm that had pleasure sparking at your guts.

Your eyes wandered, taking in his aroused expression, exploring the plains of his muscular chest, across the burnt skin on one half of his body, to the red feathered wings that jutted out from behind him. You didn't look over the edge again; but, the sounds of the city were ever present, reminding you of where you were.

"Someone could see," Hawks suggested darkly.

You shuddered, head lulling back, and let out a weak moan. You didn't consider yourself much of a voyeurist; but, that was oddly exciting. You were covered up well enough. They wouldn't see much of you, but the act couldn't be mistaken for anything but what it was.

Hawks shifted his hand away from your pearl and grabbed at your hip, long fingers curling around the thickest part for purchase. You didn't have a chance to consider the lack of stimulation before one of his feathers replaced his thumb, twirling and flicking insistently at your nub.

You moaned again, and let yourself go partially limp, somewhat held up by your hands braced against his chest, but more so by his stronger hands holding your center. You couldn't keep up with him, letting his hands guide you up and down to his length to his liking.

"-know how good it feels," he continued, some strain in his voice as pleasure spewed in his core.

He lost balance a little and the wing drooped over the edge flapped once. It wasn't particularly strong; but, it was enough to startle a jolt and soft yelp out of you.

Your hands slipped, and you were suddenly chest to chest. Hawks bent one leg to lift you higher on his lap, shifting the angle enough to bring him deeper and amplify the pleasure. His cheek slid against your neck and his lips met your jawline.

"You want them to know what a slut you are?" he snarled, less of a question and more of a suggestion.

The sensible side of you wanted to deny it. What good could possibly come of that? The feral side of you, that Hawks so expertly brought out, disagreed. You weren't ashamed of him. You were the happiest you had been in years. He made you laugh, he made you smile, and he made you come harder than you ever thought possible.

He kissed and bit a burning hot path across your jaw, drawing some loose skin between his molars beneath your ear, before wandering across your throat. He mouthed at your pulse, and the reality that he was a wanted murderer rang loudly in your ears.

You didn't recoil of fear or disgust. You moaned, loudly, arching your back and exposing one of yourself to him. He had to resist the urge to lift your shirt and bite at your breasts. If not for your modesty, than because your poor nipples had already been quite thoroughly assaulted not too many hours ago.

His dominant hand slid up your thigh, long, thick fingers effortlessly venturing up the leg of your shorts. He curled his hand around the back and dragged the pad of his finger along your union, gathering slick and remnants of his earlier venture.

Your cloudy thoughts didn't consider what he was doing, until that finger, now wet and slippery, was suddenly circling your other hole. That had you letting out a confused gasp. He didn't press in, just traced the tight ring of muscle curiously, and took your noise positively.

Hawks knew well enough, but the mischievous glimmer in his eyes gave it away.

"Aww. Did Touya never touch you here?" he teased.

He pressed in slightly, being answered by your muscles flinching tightly, if your lewd expression didn't tell him enough. You looked confused, maybe even a little annoyed, but the arousal was still present, thick behind the glare you tried to give him.

As inviting as the heat was, he didn't venture beyond the pad of his finger, which felt like a lot more than it actually was. It didn't hurt, but it didn't feel good, either. You didn't know what to make of it, but found yourself arching into the touch, and downright mewling when he slipped out and returned to circling the ring of puckered muscle, which surprisingly did feel good.

"O-obviously, that's not-" you hissed at him.

Still, through all his teasing and adventuring touches, his hips never ceased, forcing his cock into your sopping wet cunt again and again. The wet, fleshy sounds was loud enough to drown out the bustling city beneath you.

"No more than this," Hawks promised in a hoarse whisper, hot breath fanning out over your throat.

His fingertip eased back in, met with blistering tight heat, and you let out a strange noise, confused and perhaps a little discomforted. No, that was definitely not a place you were used to being touched. But, he wandered that territory carefully, ever akin to your desires. As new as it was, there was no denying the way that touch made your skin prickle.

"You like it," he observed slyly. "Dirty girl."

It probably would have sounded more teasing if he didn't already sound so debauched, thoroughly enjoying the opportunity to touch you as much as you enjoyed being touched. He had you wrapped around his finger. That much was certain. But, you weren't oblivious to the power you held over him.

"Keigo," his name slipped past your lips, breathless and dripping with lust. It wasn't really forced; but, you were intent on getting a rise out of him. "Keigo," and again. "Oh, Keigo," and again.

His teasing finger stopped and his hand shifted to grab at your meaty behind with an almost bruising grip. His pace was suddenly punishing, bouncing you in his lap almost ferociously while his hips pivoted to chase the sensation. He had you wheezing out breathless moans while he grunted and snarled beneath you.

"Close," he suddenly grunted, the word little more than a rumble in his throat.

"Yes," you agreed, deliriously high on the pleasure he pummeled into you.

It was impossible to know how he managed to hold off long enough to get you there first, or if it was specifically the tightening of your walls that got him there. You were mewling and twitching long before he howled out, and the heat of his seed burst inside you.

He was making a mess. You could feel it dripping down your thighs, sputtering out from his thrusting and leaking over his abdomen. Hawks didn't care, obviously, turning his head to kiss greedily at your mouth while his hips kept moving.

When he pulled back, you found yourself disappointed at the realization that he hadn't knotted. However, there was no way you were going to say that out loud. His ego was swollen enough already.

Careless to the mess, he lifted you off his length and helped you to your feet before adjusting his wet pants to at least clothe himself. Your combined fluids had made a mess all over the crotch of his pants, no doubt worse now that he tucked himself away. Your shorts were no better, and you could feel his seed leaking down your inner thigh.

The high wasn't quite over and Hawks was sporting an attractive red tint along his shoulders and chest, blonde locks an absolute mess. Still, at this moment, your focus was solely on getting back inside and cleaning up.

"You're the worst," you scolded him, sounding incredibly fond despite your insult. You took his arm instead of his hand and guided him back into the building.

Hawks swallowed a laugh and, together, you stomped noisily down the stairs. No one passed you by. If anyone spotted you, it went unnoticed. You hardly needed to drag Hawks, who was right on your tail. As soon as the door was opened, he pushed you inside, one arm wound possessively over your waist.

"Keigo!" you whined, flinching when his head ducked into your neck and gnawed at your skin.

"You got me riled up," he growled, pressing into you so you could feel how hard he still was. The sticky mess of his wet pants felt gross; but, you couldn't be bothered to care.

You wanted to tell him off; after all, you had done nothing, and he had done that to himself. But, you felt a tinge of discomfort at your core, aching and eager to be filled again. Your clit throbbed between your thighs, eager for more contact.

Hawks manhandled you onto the nearby wall, taking you by the elbows to plant your hands on the smooth surface. You didn't hesitate to make your consent known, arching your back and propping up on your toes as he roughly dragged your shorts down.

The fabric pooled at your feet, leaving your oozing sex presented to him. Your felt and heard his wings flap, so widely that they smacked against the walls in the small space. Knowing full well what he was doing, the sudden intrusion wasn't quite as surprising; but, still, he managed to force a startled moan out of you.

"Fuck," he snarled, forehead falling against your upper back.

His dominant hand reached around, circling your pearl as he found a steady rhythm. His seed from earlier oozed out, and it was equally disgusting as it was amazing. His free hand gripped your hips, holding you still so he could use you to his liking.

It felt amazing, and each shift of his hips punched a broken moan out of you. It didn't take long for you to feel it, the swell at the base of his cock, catching on your entrance, slowly working you open to take his growing knot.

"You want that, don't you?" he uttered harshly, tilting his head up to breathe the words into the space right above your ear.

Even though it was unnecessary, he made his point clear by shoving it all in, as deep as he could, and grinding, rolling his hips to let you feel the swell at the base.

You removed one hand from the wall, curved your arm back and reached blindly, skillfully finding his hair. Your fingers grabbed a fistful, rough but not enough to hurt him. Hawks snarled when you tugged him in, nails gently biting into his skull.

"You better," you whispered, demanding and hoarse, and apparently delicious enough that he had to stop his thrusts and tilt his head in for a kiss.

Suddenly, the closeness was everywhere, back to chest, thigh to thigh. You tilted your head back to make it easier to reach, and let Hawks kiss his way into your mouth possessively, first with soft lips before his tongue edged the soft skin apart. He dragged along your teeth before trailing your palate like he was tasting something divine.

Eventually, he was satisfied, parting from your lips with a loud pop, licking his own lips as if he had just enjoyed a delicious meal. He carefully peeled back, cock slipping free from your heat, hands letting go when he was confident you wouldn't fall.

An open palm collided with your behind, and the sound echoed around the apartment, drowning out your surprised squick.

"Get on the fucking bed," he all but snarled, the words clawing out through gritted teeth.

Your legs, steadier than you expected, carried you to the bedroom. Hawks, however, tackled you onto the mattress before you could make it, forcing you onto your back with his weight.

He chuckled into your skin and you squealed with laughter. Despite the impact, he was surprisingly gentle, mindful of his strength. Crimson wings flapped, nearly smacking into the ceiling. You briefly feared that he would get hurt on the ceiling fan, but immediately determined that he would be more likely to break it than be injured by it.

He peeled your shirt off, leaving you nude beneath him.

"I've made you such a slut for knots, hm?" he observed, leaning up on his knees to hover over you, and give you quite the view.

His cock was an angry shade of red, thick and heavy where it hung between his legs, almost tinted purple on the tip with the need for release. He had just a moment ago, and it made you wonder if the lack of knotting left him unsatisfied.

The beginning swells of his knot was an enticing girth right at the base, stretching the velvety skin of his shaft, and also tinted a dark shade of red. He was glistening all over, the tip oozing pre as if he hadn't come just a moment ago.

"-and I've made you a slut for me," you teased back, carefully placing your legs on either side of his waist.

He skillfully slipped into you with a pleased snarl, body slotting over yours carefully. He might not have been a giant, but Hawks was still bigger than you, enough to shadow you and leave you feeling small. He rolled his hips slowly, giving you a taste of that swelling before he began a steady rhythm.

Noises punched out of you, whimpers and moans and broken sounds that were almost his name. He balanced on his forearms, one on either side of your head to cage you in, while his legs planted on the bed and his tense abs did most of the work.

"So fucking good. Gnhnn - I don't deserve you," he babbled, uttering the words harshly into the space above your ear, tickling at your hair. "Beautiful and f-fucking perfect."

Hawks was a talker with almost no exception; but, still, despite having heard it all many times, he still managed to get a rise out of you, sweet nothings that made your heart flutter and skin prickle.

"Say you're mine," he demanded, tilting his head down to gnaw gently at your throat.

You swallowed, managing to catch your breath long enough to utter weakly, "'m yours, Keigo."

He lifted his head and dragged his forehead along your temple, huffing out dramatic breaths with each thrust of his hips. A bit more experienced now, you knew when he was close, when the catch became almost too much, the fullness dizzying and almost frightening. Your eyes fluttered open long enough to see his lustful stare, admiring the beauty of pleasure etched across your face.

You dragged your nails down his back, crying in ecstasy when the sparks ignited and pleasure soared through your core. Hawks' dominant hand roughly grabbed a fistful of the sheets, a frustrated grunt bursting from his throat before he roared, likely loud enough for the neighbors to hear.

His thrusting ceased, less he timed it incorrectly and missed this. You made a very distinct noise at the intrusion, the same sound every single time, and it echoed so loudly in his mind. He felt overwhelmed with pride, that he could make you make a sound like that, so utterly debauched and in beautiful ecstasy.

Hawks' own moans, that came out of him like a chuffing tiger, were drowned out by your delicious whimpering. If the fullness wasn't enough, his cock jerked and spurted thick, hot streams of his seed. You could feel each twitch, until he shifted forward, as deep as he possibly could go, and finally stopped.

The muscles of his knot tightened as they finished expanding, locking your cores together. Hawks' head dropped and smacked onto the sheets by your ear. You tilted your head back, nose pointed towards the ceiling as you panted, and felt his rough, staggered breath as it burned your throat.

You felt more than heard the rumbling of his chest where it pressed down on yours. It was unmistakable: the sounds of a satiated beast. The thought had you stuttering out a breathless laugh.

Hawks' nose nudged your cheek and he hummed questioningly.

"You're purring," you answered softly.

"Oh," he answered bluntly.

Luckily, he didn't try to stop it; or, he was consciously unaware of it. Either way, you hoped he wouldn't stop. You loved the sensation of being trapped with him, impossibly close and stuffed like a used sex toy. Just as much, you loved knowing that he was pleased. Shameful as it all was, he had a way of making you feel shameless.

"Baby," he cooed, voice soft and breathless, a little hoarse, like a dying engine. "Are you okay?"

Your arms and legs were still around him, clinging tight like you didn't want to let go. You were strung out and limp, sinking into the sheets, head lulled back and clearly, very pleased. Still, Hawks kissed at your jaw like he was uncertain.

"Are you okay, pretty bird?" you repeated back to him, turning your head to meet his lips with your own.

He kissed you back as opposed to answering, the soft rumbling continuing until you felt it in your own throat. One of his hands tangled in your hair, kneading gently at your skull. Eventually, he peeled back and stared down at you, mismatched eyes unwavering, like you were a specter that would disappear if he glanced away.

He was the one who would be gone in the morning, leaving only an ache in your tummy to remind you that he was here.

But, you knew he would come back.

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Jealousy

Stepbro!Shigaraki x Reader

Quirkless AU

Word Count: 2.1k

Warning - dark content below: NSFW, Noncon, Incest (stepcest), Masturbation, Panty Sniffing, Slut-Shaming, Breeding Kink, Jealousy, Yandere

Summary: While your parents are away, Stepbrother Shigaraki decides to teach you a much-needed lesson.

"And where exactly are you going?" Shigaraki questions, setting down his controller after pausing the game. Piercing red eyes looking you up and down, he glares, his lips curling into a snarl as he notices the skimpy outfit you have on.

He hates how short the skirt is, showing off your fleshy thighs, and he detests the way the sweetheart crop top hugs your breasts. But most of all, he despises the fact that you're not wearing it for him.

You look at him in surprise, eyes wide and lips apart as you stammered, "O-oh, Touya's taking me out on a date tonight."

Shigaraki scowled at the mention of your boyfriend. He despised everything about the arrogant bastard you called your boyfriend. Shigaraki knew he didn't like Touya the first time he laid eyes on him. Shigaraki couldn't stand him, hating the way Touya's arm wrapped around your waist with a cocky smirk that Shigaraki wanted to wipe right off his face. He wasn't good for you; Shigaraki was sure about that. But, you didn't see it that way, instead claiming your stepbrother was merely being overprotective. So naive you were, didn't you know guys like Touya only wanted one thing?

You seem to notice his scowl, furrowing your brows as you complained, "Don't do that."

"Don't do what?" Shigaraki asks, quirking an eyebrow.

You point a finger in his face, "Don't make that face," crossing your arms, continuing, "I know you don't like Touya for whatever reason, but you don't know him like I do, so you have no right to judge him."

He rolls his eyes, scoffing, "Yeah, whatever. Just go on your stupid date." You click your tongue, turning to head out the door, slamming it behind you without so much as a goodbye. Shigaraki swears underneath his breath, returning his attention to his game, anything to get his mind off of you.

However, Shigaraki can't focus; and it's 45 minutes later after his sixth death in a row that he throws the controller aside, itching and clawing at his neck. He can't ignore the growing tent in his pants any longer, the strain of his hardening cock unbearable. With one thing on his mind, he stands, walking to your shared bathroom.

Fishing through the pile of clothes in the laundry hamper, Shigaraki smirking triumphantly as he pulls out a pair of your used panties. Flopping down onto his bed, he marvels at your used panties, loving the pink lace, so cute.

Bunching up your panties, he presses the dainty fabric against his nose. Drinking in your sweet scent, he pants, his long fingers fumbling for the fly of his jeans.

Freeing his aroused member, he releases a shaky breath as he palms himself. Slowly, he begins stroking his shaft up and down, precum already oozing from the swollen head. His imagination soon takes over, his perverted thoughts all around you, his adorable imouto-chan. Shigaraki wonders what you would do if you found him in such an obscene state, your lacy panties in one hand and his dick in the other. Would you turn a blind eye to it, pretending as if it never happened? Would you be disgusted by him, never being able to look him in the eye again? Or maybe you'd want to punish your perverted nii-san, straddling his face as you ride him, coming undone before his very eyes.

'Nii-san, it feels so good.' you moaned, panting heavily as his tongue explores your innermost crevices.

'Please, nii-san, I-I need more.' you begged, bucking your hips against his face, your eyes rolling back as the pleasure builds in your core.

'I love you, nii-san!' you cried as you reached your peak, fingers tangling his white locks as you rode out your orgasm, thighs quivering.

Shigaraki knows deep down it's wrong; that what he's doing is depraved. He shouldn't feel this way towards his little stepsister, but he can't help it. Rubbing your panties across his engorged cock, his hips stutter as he fucks your panties to the thought of you. It's not long before he finds his release, collapsing onto the bed, panting as he looks at your soiled panties, now coated with his sticky seed.

It's only a few minutes later that Shigaraki hears the open and close of the front door, followed by faint footsteps creeping past his door. Odd, usually when you came home from your little dates, you'd be giggling like an obnoxious schoolgirl.

Sitting up from his bed, he pads over to your room. He doesn't even think to knock, the door slightly ajar. His eyes widen when he barges in, catching you midway through undressing, in the process of tugging off your skirt, clad in only your white bra and matching panties. But that's not what catches his attention. No, it's the fresh, red marks that paint your skin, lining your collarbone down to your inner thighs. Knowing just who gave you those hickeys, his blood boils, quickly narrowing the distance between the two of you.

You notice his intruding presence all too late, covering yourself with your arms the best you can as you screamed, "Get out!" However, Shigaraki has no such plans. He advances towards you, quickly caging you against the wall, vermillion eyes sharp as he stares you down. You attack him, hitting him in the chest, as you yell, "What the hell, Shigaraki; I said get out!"

He ignores your pathetic attempt at self-defense, unbudging as he seizes your wrists, pinning your arms above you as you yelp in pain from his tight grip.

"You. little. slut." Shigaraki seethes, one hand leaving your wrists, painfully gripping your chin, forcing you to look him in the eye.

With tears pricking your eyes, you sniffle, begging, "You're hurting me. Please, just let me go."

Shigaraki cackles, a sick grin on his face as he rasps, "Let you go? You really think I'd let you go?" his eyes darkening, "No, bad girls like you need to be taught a lesson."

Before you can even protest, he's slamming his lips into yours, his tongue down your throat. It feels like an eternity has passed before he pulls away, allowing you to catch your breath, panting. The look of disgust is evident on your face as you wipe your lips, desperate to erase any trace of his lips on yours. Taking advantage of your distraction, Shigaraki grabs you by your hair, pulling you towards your bed, pushing you onto the mattress.

You attempt to bolt from him, but Shigaraki is all too quick to push you back onto the bed, pinning you underneath him. With teary eyes, you whimper, "P-Please, don't do this. This is wrong; you're my stepbrother."

Shigaraki smirks, "That just makes it hotter, imouto-chan."

With that, his lips are on yours once again, his hands groping your breasts, tweaking your nipples. His lips move down from your lips to your neck, nipping and sucking at the already tender flesh. You bite your lip to try and silence your moans, but Shigaraki notices, halting his assault on your neck, "Ah ah, I want to hear you moan for your nii-san."

With lust-filled eyes, Shigaraki pulls up your bra, licking his lips as he takes in the sight of your exposed breasts. You gasp as his wet tongue laps at one of your nipples, taking it into his mouth, twirling it around. He doesn't forget about your other breast, teasing it by rolling the hardened bud between his fingers. After a few moments, he switches his attention to your other breast, giving it the same treatment as he did the other.

His mouth leaves your breast with a pop, positioning his knee between your legs, spreading them wide. Ridding himself of his jeans, Shigaraki palms himself through the fabric of his boxers, watching you with half-lidded eyes. His free hand travels to your underwear, fingers tracing over your slit. Upon finding your panties damp with your juices, he smirks in satisfaction, "Looks like you're enjoying this as much as me."

Shaking your head, your face flushes with embarrassment. Shigaraki clicks his tongue, chiding you, "No one likes a liar, imouto-chan; besides, your body's saying just the opposite."

However, when Shigaraki begins to peel away your panties, you fight back against him, pushing against his chest. Eyes wide with fear, you plead to your stepbrother, "Please, nii-chan, I'm tired; can't we just cuddle?" He sees right through your lie, knowing that you're just trying to find a way out of this, to buy yourself some time.

Cupping your face, he brushes away a few tears that stray from your eyes, trying to comfort you, "Don't worry, imouto-chan, I'll make you feel good. Now just lay back and enjoy yourself."

With your head lying back on his pillow, you clench your fists, sniffling as he successfully peels off your panties. He makes a mental note to save them to add to his collection. Freeing his erect cock from the confines of his boxers, he feels you tense below him, your eyes widening at the view of the pale pink organ.

Rubbing his inflamed cock up and down, he lines himself up with your entrance, teasing your slit by rubbing the rounded tip against your folds. Slowly entering you, Shigaraki hisses at your tightness, your velvety walls contracting against him. Squeezing your eyes shut, you tightly grip onto the sheets below you as tears fall down your cheeks.

As he bottoms out inside you, Shigaraki groans, allowing you time to adjust. You were made for him, your walls fitting around him perfectly. Kissing your tears away, he begins gently rocking his hips. "Fuck." he murmurs, his eyes watching as his cock is swallowed up by your cunt, your stomach bulging with the imprint of his dick. Repositioning himself, he throws your legs over his shoulders, giving better access to your gummy hole. As he begins pounding into you, you can't contain yourself any longer, moaning as he thrusts into you.

"That's it, baby sis, let it all out for big brother." Shigaraki praises, his lips latching onto your sensitive breast. Wanting to excite more of those noises from you, his hand wanders to your clit, rubbing the nub with his thumb. He accomplishes just that as you are overcome with the pleasure flooding you, throwing your head back as you mewl.

You're a mess, creaming on your stepbrother's cock, eyes glazed over as you're being dicked down. You're his mess, Shigaraki muses; no one else can have you. But the love bites that cover your body tell him otherwise, and he just...he needs to know.

"Tell nii-san who owns this slutty pussy." Shigaraki grunts, his balls slapping against your ass as he picks up the pace. You shake your head back and forth, your lips pressed into a tight line as you refuse to answer him.

Stubborn little brat.

"Don't make me repeat myself," Shigaraki growls, his length nearly pulling out of you before slamming back in. This action causes you to squeal, Shigaraki doing it over and over again.

He hardly even hears it at first, your voice low and riddled with shame. "What was that?" He questions, Shigaraki showing your hole no mercy, pummeling into you with such brutality.

You have a conflicted look on your face, your lips wavering as you remain silent.

"Hmm, no answer, that's too bad; guess I'll just have to cum inside then." His statement gets an immediate reaction out of you, your hands pressed against his chest in protest.

"No! Not inside! Wait, I'll say it!" You urged, his threat working just as planned.

Shigaraki quirks an eyebrow, waiting for your response as he quickens his pace, the tip of his cock kissing the entrance to your womb.

You're nearing your end too, it seems, he can feel your walls beginning to suck him in.

"Nii-san does! Nii-san owns my pussy!" you wail, Shigaraki's hips stuttering as your walls clamp down on him, the two of you climaxing together.

He collapses on the bed beside you, watching as your chest rapidly rises and falls. On your face, a look of betrayal as you feel the warmth of his seed deep inside you.

Tears pool in your eyes, stammering as you tried not to break down, "Y-You came inside...but you promised-"

Shigaraki cuts you off with a short kiss to your lips, pulling away with a mischievous grin, "You said I own your pussy, didn't you? So that means I can do whatever I want with it. Right, imouto-chan?"

And what better way to show he owned you than to have you swollen with his child?

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