Quirkless Au! Shigaraki Smut Drabble

Quirkless Au! Shigaraki Smut Drabble

You were frustrated, you were upset, you were in need of a stress reliever, and when your dumb gamer roommate just so happen to be in the way of your heartbroken state you didn’t hesitate to use him. Shigaraki had liked you for a long time so when you kissed him square on the lips, cupping his cheeks so aggressively in your soft hands he gave himself to you without question. Your boyfriend had cheated on you with your best friend and dumped you after you caught them, so you needed Shiggy to remove all traces of that man from your body.

“Fuck…Sh-Shiggy! I-I’m cumming!”, you sobbed.

The curl of his fat cock had you creaming against his crotch, with your knees knocking against your ears and your wet pussy hungrily sucking his cock in he couldn’t help but smile at your desperation.

“What’s the matter? Don’t you think your boyfriend would be mad if he found you like this? Whoring around to your roommate? Needy bitch.”, He chuckled darkly, staring down at you with a menacing gaze.

You hiccuped a sob and yanked Shiggy down by his collar to you so you could kiss his lips and shut him up. He couldn’t believe your boldness, he wasn’t the best at self care and with how desperate you are he was sure you’d crack his lips and make him bleed.

“Just shut up and make me forget that shit stain.”, you growled against his lips.

Your fierceness had Shigaraki squirting his load deep inside you, to think you had this much anger inside was such a turn on but he could tell something was bothering you, you weren’t focused on him and he didn’t like that.

“Let it out pretty girl, c’mon.”, He hummed, rough fingers rubbing against your needy clit, his hips slowly gyrating into your sweet pussy to drive the pleasure deeper than before.

His hips began to snap frantically into yours, plunging his cock in and out until the raunchy sounds of skin on skin filled the empty space in the room. Your fingers found his wild black hair and tugged at the roots of them as you squealed with pleasure.

“Cum for me baby, c’mon cum for me. Spill it over my nerdy cock.”, Shiggy begged, spitting on your clit.

Your body shook from the upcoming orgasm ready to spill out of you, several deep strokes lead to your release. The weight of his body on yours as you shared an orgasm together centered you on the reality of things. While you came against his pulsing cock your tears couldn’t help but spill, you weren’t sure what came over you but Shiggy knew he could help you feel better.

“Talk to me, you can always talk to me y’know. I’m a piece of shit but I know when a girl’s hurting and you certainly are. I don’t like it. Let me make you forget what caused you this pain.”, he hummed, kissing you on your lips.

You nodded, dazed from the sex you’d just had, “Maybe in a little Shig, not in the mood to talk about it right now.”

He nodded, “I’ll order your favorite pizza and we can play League of Legends, bet you still suck.”, he laughed recalling your last game play together.

Naturally you weren’t in the mood to get more agitated then you were so you declined the gaming, of course he didn’t bother asking why to give you some peace. He ordered the pizza and gave you one of his shirts so you could get comfortable, the silence was nice but there was still a few things left unsaid, “Hey loser?”

“Hmm?”

“I hope you know I love you.”

Slowly going back to normality...

PATREON / TWITTER

ohh if ur still taking tomura requests... some light exhibitionism ? I am looking respectfully 🙏

Smut. 18+. Exhibitionism.

Shigaraki isn’t the type to ask you on a date. The two of you have been a couple for months, but you rarely do normal couple things, like going out to dinner or seeing a movie. But you knew what you were getting yourself into when you fell for a villain.

So when he asks you if you want to go out for the night, you’re a little surprised. He did it so casually, like he really didn’t care if you said yes or not, but you can’t help noticing the glint in his eyes when you agree. You get the feeling that he has something planned, that this isn’t just a spontaneous outing.

“Where do you want to go?” you ask him as you pull on your boots.

“Nowhere special. You’ll see,” he says, all nonchalant.

You follow him out the door and onto the street, struggling to keep pace with him without jogging. He’s never been the most considerate boyfriend, but you’re getting a little annoyed that he’s not walking more slowly for you. Or… is it that he’s in a hurry?

Shigaraki leads you to the front of a love hotel, where he stops and looks at you, as if gauging your reaction.

“Seriously?” you ask, looking at the brightly colored sign. The hotel isn’t fancy. It’s four stories, a little on the small side, and the building is rather nondescript. The two of you have no issues having sex in either of your rooms at the hideout. The other members of the League tend to just ignore your relationship. So why did he bring you to a love hotel?

He shrugs. “Just thought we could do something different,” he says, for the first time seeming a little anxious about your response.

You can’t help smiling. This is probably his idea of being romantic. And hey, sometimes doing it in a different place could be exciting. “Yeah, sounds fun,” you say.

The two of you walk inside and Shigaraki gets a room. He requests something on the top floor, facing to the west. You’re a little confused about those specifications, but figure he must have looked at rooms online or something. You both ride the elevator to the fourth, and top, floor, neither of you saying anything. For some reason, you feel a little nervous, like you did before the first time you slept with him. It’s a pleasant sort of nervous though.

When you walk in the room, it’s a fairly standard hotel room. There’s entirely too much pink in the color scheme, but otherwise it looks normal. The far wall opposite the door is covered by a huge, floor-to-ceiling curtain. Shigaraki pulls off his black coat and tosses it on the bed, then walks over and draws back the curtains, revealing doors made completely of glass that lead out onto a small balcony.

You walk over to the doors and look out. The view sucks. It’s obscured by the bigger hotel next door, reducing the view to a wall of windows. Many of them have lights on inside. When you look closely, you can see people moving about through some of the windows.

Suddenly Shigaraki comes up behind you and reaches around to unbutton your shirt. He pulls it open, then slides it off your shoulders and discards it on the floor. You grab the curtain and slide it back to cover the glass door. “Hey! People can see!”

Shigaraki is grinning. “I know.”

A shiver of excitement shoots through you. Did he pick this room, on this floor, on this side, for this reason? But, how did he know you’ve always had this sort of fantasy? That you’ve always been turned on by the idea of strangers watching you have sex? Wait… did he see those videos you saved on your computer?

You slowly side the curtain open again while looking him in the eyes, then you turn and face the door again. You feel him work at the back of your bra, his cool fingers brushing your skin as he unhooks it and let’s the straps fall down your shoulders and then to the floor.

The lights are all on in your hotel room. It’s dark outside. Anyone who glanced in the direction of this glass door would see you topless. They’re about to see a lot more.

Shigaraki reaches around and unbuttons your jeans, then pulls them down, followed by your panties. As you step out of them, you wonder how many people in the hotel next door are looking. They’re so close, they could definitely see details. What if one of them has binoculars? Or more likely, a camera phone zoomed in on you? These thoughts make you unbelievably wet.

You feel Shigaraki palming your breasts, careful not to let all his fingers touch them at once. He’s well practiced at that by now. One hand moves down between your legs, and he chuckles against your ear when he feels how drenched you are. “Some guy is probably recording this,” he says.

A moan escapes you as his fingers work at your clit. You can hear his other hand unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants. “Ready to give them a show?” he asks.

“Yes,” you breathe out, closing your eyes and tossing your head back.

Shigaraki suddenly moves his hand away from your throbbing clit, making you almost sob, but just as suddenly he lifts up your right leg so high that it leaves you obscenely spread open. He presses you further against the door, your breasts squished against the glass, and then he shoves his cock inside you from behind. As he begins thrusting, your pussy hits against the glass each time, leaving a damp smear.

You open your eyes and scan the windows in the hotel next door. You see movement in a few of them and you gasp in pleasure. Is that someone standing in the window on the third floor? Just slightly lower than you, across the alley, there’s definitely someone there. From that angle, they can see everything. They can see every single thrust of Shigaraki’s cock slamming into your pussy. Thinking about it drives you wild.

Oh, there’s another human-shaped figure in a window on the sixth floor. That high up, can they see much? Wait, there’s one on the fourth floor, directly across from you.

“Look at that guy,” Shigaraki says, still banging you into the glass. “See his arm moving? He’s jacking off.”

You watch the figure on the fourth floor, and sure enough, his right arm is moving furiously. You moan again, and your left leg, the only one holding you up, feels weak. It’s quivering, and Shigaraki must have noticed, because he reaches down and lifts it up as well, holding you completely spread eagle against the door.

“They’re all jealous,” he says, his lips brushing against your hair, “that I get to fuck you and they don’t.”

You look out at the growing number of figures in the windows, all of them staring, watching, as Shigaraki absolutely pounds you against the glass. It’s enough to push you over the edge, and you cum while screaming his name. Almost immediately after, he cums too, and he sits you back down on your feet before his strength seems to fail him. He steps over to the bed and falls backwards on it, not even bothering to button his pants.

It takes a few minutes of leaning against the glass, panting, for you to regain your senses and step away, closing the curtain behind you. You collapse onto the bed beside Shigaraki and curl up against him, not even caring that you’re still completely naked, cum is dripping down your thighs, and you’ve made a mess all over the glass door.

HANDS SO TENDER — DABI

✶ summary: domestic fluff; bath fic + sick fic. dabi's never been good at accepting help, but when it comes to you he's getting better at it.

✶ pairing: touya todoroki x gn!reader

✶ word count: 1,020

✶ warnings: domestic fluff >:), non-sexual nudity, mentions of eating/food, mentions of non-specified sickness/medicine. this spawned because. i wanna wash touya's hair and burrito wrap him like a cat. he deserves it. 🔫 love him >:( tagging: @atsumeii ; @tobiodose

taglist / anthology masterlist

“Think you’re getting sick.” Touya groans, his head lolling back against the couch cushions as you settle next to him. He can feel your fingers on his skin, skating through his bangs as you smooth them away. “You feel warm—warmer than usual,” the words are soft, concerned, spoken against his forehead. It makes him feel warm. Having someone be concerned for him. For someone to worry and care.

He huffs, “don’ get sick.”

Despite his petulance, Touya lets you poke and prod him, shedding his jacket and draping a cool cloth around his neck. Lets you smooth his hair back again and press your lips back against the feverish skin. Watches you with heavy-lidded eyes as you look him over, brows creased.

“Have you eaten anything?”

The thought makes his stomach churn, “no.” He feels guilty when you sigh, thinks that maybe he should have tried to eat something—toast or crackers—before you got home and found him curled up pitifully on your couch. 

Your fingers tangle with his own, pressing a chaste kiss to the skin of his palm as you think, “I’ll make you some toast—maybe check if I have any saltines in the pantry still.” The guilt ebbs away when you smile at him, all soft and adoring. 

“What about a bath? Get ‘ya out of these clothes.” He doesn’t answer, lolling himself towards you and tucking his face into the crook of your neck, “please, baby? Then I’ll let you hole up in the bedroom watching horror movies and The Princess Bride for as long as you want.” Touya scoffs when you raise a hand, “scout’s honour.”

He huffs a laugh against you, scrubbing his face into your neck. You won’t, you’ll hover over him and hand feed him soup and awful-tasting medicine until he’s better and he can’t help but want it. A selfish little desire curling in his stomach, to soak up all your affection and worry.

“Shouldn’t have let you find out about that,” he nips at the skin of your jaw and you know you’ve won, letting your fingers tuck sweat-curled hair behind his ear. “Usin’ ‘em just so I cave—mean.”

“Not my fault you like it so much, pretty boy.”

Touya stands slowly, braced stubbornly against the couch to fight the dizziness before you—equally stubbornly—duck beneath his arm. He caves immediately, body slumping against yours even as he pouts, “I can walk, y’know.”

“I know you can,” you placate.

The bath’s warm, sweet and smelling of sandalwood, steam curling around his shoulders and bubbly water lapping at his collar. He’s easy to maneuver, following the soft warmth of your palms and eyes weighing heavy as you scrub at the flush of his chest. “Good?”

“S’good.” Touya’s quiet as he watches you, chin thunking against the rim of the tub as his whole body goes slack in your hold.

The shampoo—which smells overwhelming like you—is cool against his scalp and he can feel his eyes slipping shut under the repetition, soft strands coiled around your fingers and slicked back from his eyes. Soft contented hums as you comb through his hair, leaning into your touch and soaking up the affection.

He lets you tilt his chin when it’s time to rinse, one hand shielding his eyes from soapy water and the other tipping a cup of water over him. It’s something he brought home one day—a knockoff Jaws shark, clunky and impossible to drink from but you still kept it. Let it hold your—and his—toothbrush and take up space.

You do that with all his things, let him take up space. You’ve carved out so much room for him in your life, to let him be. Half your movie shelf was picked by him and you buy all the muted fruits he loves and let him have claim over half the bed despite him barely getting to sleep in it.

Touya feels you lean in, forehead knocking against his own softly and palms cupping his jaw, “I’m done.” You smile when hazy blue eyes meet yours, letting him nudge himself closer until he can kiss you. It’s simple, gentle and soft, but he feels himself shiver. He feels warm and safe, taken care of.

He lets you dress him too, bundling him in a fluffy towel and oversized sweats.

“Sit, gonna dry your hair so you don’t soak through my pillows.” Despite the warning he still glares at you when you ruffle a towel over him, nipping at the skin of your wrist, before settling into the bed. It’s nice—even though he’d rather die than say it—to be looked after, preened and soothed. 

It’s only after you have him bundled up on his side of the bed that his eyes open again, face cocooned by blankets and eyes dropping with sleep, “gonna let me hole up and binge watch now?”

“As you wish.”

You grin when he huffs, the corners of his mouth downturning to avoid his smile, “you’re a nerd.”

He’s already fighting sleep, head lulling minutely as he tries to keep himself awake. “You’re one to talk—now, scooch.” You don’t get in though, guiding him back into the pillows and tucking the blankets back under his chin. Then, seemingly pleased, you worm your way under him.

It’s quiet for a moment, nothing but the soft sound of waves and your breath—but he’s still awake. Stubbornly staring at your profile in hopes you’ll read his mind. You do. “Hey,” your fingers pause in his hair, tapping softly against the base of his skull. He hums against your sternum, making a show of cracking one, recently closed, eye to stare at you. “Kiss?”

“Needy,” he nips, propping himself up on an elbow, “now who’s gonna get sick?”

“Please, baby?”

He huffs again, eyes half-lidded and full of put-on annoyance, “really shouldn’t have let you know how much I like those. Nothing good ever comes from it,” he leans up anyways, capturing your lips in a soft kiss. And he lets you keep his cheeks trapped between your palms as he pulls away, kissing the tip of his nose and forehead.

“You know you love it.”

♡ i gave your girlfriend cunnilingus on my couch ♡

pairing: university student!dabi x fem!reader

synopsis: dabi convinces you to cheat on your boyfriend

tags/warnings: nsfw (minors dni), dubcon, moderately dom dabi, cheating, oral sex (f. receiving), fingering (f. receiving), squirting, praise, degradation, slight impact play, dabi with a tongue piercing, dabi identity reveal (spoiler), age gap, dabi’s not a villain but he’s…still dabi idk what else to say, mentions of sugar daddies, orgasm denial, humiliation

word count: 1.9k

a/n: little bit of extra context - dabi goes by dabi in this fic cause it’s a nickname he got in highschool

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You shouldn’t have been here, shouldn’t have offered to bring Dabi’s textbooks to his apartment, shouldn’t have accepted his invite into his home, but here you were, ass firmly gripped in calloused hands to keep you pressed against his body.

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𝙡𝙪𝙡𝙡 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙢.

synopsis; dabi finds you awake late at night - and he's determined to know what's keeping you from sleeping.

pairing dabi x reader. ﾟ ⋆ ﾟ⛆ ﾟ ⋆ ﾟ

a/n; thought about u while writing this babes lol @michellexgriffey <3

There was a thunderstorm. Hard and fast - the falling rain showered down relentlessly over Japan. It didn't help that the League's hideout wasn't exactly a secure location this time around - you were all crashing at yet another abandoned site, one that took a single kick from Dabi to break the door and enter into.

You flinch at a particularly loud clap of thunder, wrapping your arms closer around yourself as you lower your head and squeeze your eyes shut - awaiting the next, dreaded lightening strike.

You had tried not to mention it - your terrible fear of thunder storms, to the League. It was such a childish thing to be afraid of, and you furiously wipe the tears threatening to spill as you take a steadying breath.

The worn out couch soothed your senses just the slightest bit. The dark leather was plush underneath you, and you can only sigh sadly as you sink further into the cushions

Hopefully the storm won't go on for long - you know that you won't be able to fall asleep until it has ended or at least calmed down a bit. You might just sleep down here in the common area for the rest of the night, there was no telling when this awful storm would come to a much needed finish.

Dabi watched you from the doorway, tilting his head with furrowed brows as he watched you curl in on yourself, eyes closed as you gently rocked back and forth -

"What the hell are you doing?"

Your eyes snap open - and he can see just how startled you are by the way you quickly unfold your legs from under you, turning to him with a wince

"Huh?" You croak, embarrassment evident in your flushed cheeks as he finally strolls into the room with relaxed strides. He was by your side within moments, dropping himself into the empty spot on the couch next to you as he rests his head against the cushions, turning to look at you

"You heard me. What are you doing up at this hour? Ya look pretty stupid rockin' back and forth like that." He says with a sharp grin, bright eyes practically burning into your soul as you try not to shudder

"I could ask you the same thing - weren't you complaining about how tired you were during yesterday's mission?" You recall, swinging your legs under you comfortably as he scoffs

"Yea, so what. Can't sleep anymore." He mumbles, shutting his eyes with a sigh as you turn to look at the clock - then back to him

It was 3 AM. While you were clad in a pair of pajamas and fuzzy slippers, Dabi sat on the couch next to you clad in full gear - which was his usual attire when he went out, not even his combat boots had been removed.

You realize how silly you must look to him with your pink pajama's, happy little kittens plastered all over the fluffy fabric.

"Do you have any pajama's?" You ask, gently tracing a small cat's face on your knee - the fabric of your clothes underneath you was soft as your finger pads pressed against it

"That's a dumb question - 'course I do. I can see you most definitely do." He says, smirking as he tugs gently on the hem of your shirt - you lean forward from the action, his face mere inches from yours as you blink away your surprise from the close proximity

"Yes, but - why aren't you wearing them?" You question, and Dabi has to stop himself from smiling when you tilt your head so adorably at him in confusion

"Do you know how much shit I had to do, huh? Didn't even have time to get ready to sleep." He says with a huff, rolling his eyes before they shine with realization as he suddenly turns towards you with narrowed brows

"Now you didn't tell me why you're awake, y/n." He says, and you can only swallow the lump in your throat as he moves his face even closer to yours - you were afraid to move, even the smallest shift of your face would make his nose bump against yours

"I told you." You whisper, and he leans closer with his smirk only growing wider as you grip the couch beneath you

"I can't fall asleep eith-"

BOOM.

You reel back with a strangled gasp, hands moving to cover your ears as you squeeze your eyes shut - your hands tremble as lighting strike after strike rolls through the sky - practically shaking the structure of the hide out as you let out a distressed cry

Stop stop stop - please stop.

You remain that way for a few moments, forgetting completely about the man in front of you as your eyes remained close and focused entirely on the snapping thunder outside -

After a few beats of silence, you open your eyes and slowly remove your hands from your ears - letting out a quiet yet relieved sigh as the lightening quieted. You eyes move up and -

Oh.

Dabi stares at you silently, his usual stoic expression replaced with something softer as he raises a brow

Sighing in embarrassment, you rub the back of your neck - knowing how visible the blush on your cheeks must be with how hot your face felt

"I'm afraid of thunderstorms." You say quietly, eyes downcast as you waited for Dabi to poke and tease you - laugh at how pathetic you were. You expected nothing more from the heartless villain you called your comrade.

He doesn't say anything - he just keeps looking. Watching you with this blank stare - but - somethings different. Maybe it was his lips, which weren't pulled into their usual frown. They remained relaxed now as he watched you. Or maybe it was his hands - fists that were usually balled up at his sides remained slack in his lap as he finally spoke

"And that's why you can't sleep?"

You blink at his response, unsure with where he was going with this. He always has such an interesting way with words.

"I guess. It's stupid - I know." You confess, eyes moving to just about anywhere that wasn't Dabi's eyes - or the expanse of his chest that was visible under his tattered shirt.

He's quiet for a bit, but his eyes never leave you. You shrink under his gaze - gosh, why did he have to be so intense about everything?

Finally, he stands up. He moves to stand in front of you - long lanky legs are the only thing you see until you crane your neck up to look at him. He peers right back down at you - moonlight from the window shining on his piercings as he stares down with those eyes. He was devastatingly beautiful - and you didn't want to accept how those eyes seemed to follow you everywhere. You swore they were always on you - his piercing gaze always seemed to eventually trail back to you.

"Get up." He rasps - his tone held authority showing you there was no questioning his demand. His scarred hand was outstretched towards you - and you blink up at him before carefully placing your hand in his palm - one that was much bigger than yours, and he easily curled his fingers around your hand as he tugged you up.

You follow behind him as he wordlessly begins walking, his hand held a firm grip over yours as he maneuvered through the hallway - walking up the short staircase until he stopped in front of his room

His free hand twisted the door knob - and he enters the room and tugs you inside -

Your heart is beating faster and faster, the blood rushing to your head when you watch him kick his shoes off, and then, tug off his shirt.

You freeze at the sight of him shirtless - the skin thats kept hidden under layers of clothing are on full display for you as his muscles ripple while he tosses his shirt onto the floor somewhere

He turns to you with a small smirk on his lips when he catches you staring at him with parted lips - he leans against the bed frame while merely tilting his head towards the bed

"Get in."

Your eyes widen as you realize what he was saying - what he was offering.

"Dabi - "

"I'll only ask once. It's your choice - you can go back to your room if you want. Or you can sleep here, so choose."

Your heart is beating so very fast - and your clench and unclench your hands as you swallow the lump in your throat. He extends his arm towards the small lamp at his bedside - blue blames shooting from his fingertips as he lights it

"I can have a fire going for you if you want some light. Where else are you going to get such service, sweetheart?" He cackles - his laughter causing your shoulders to fall just the slightest bit. It was so rare to hear him laugh - you only ever did hear the sound when Shigaraki was scolding him or if he was watching someone hurt themselves - like slipping down the stairs - he seemed to find those type of things amusing.

But this laughter was different - something rough around the edges, but genuine pleasure in his voice as you looked towards him silently. The flame villain you had known was being soft - like the fire inside him managed to melt a bit of his frozen heart.

"Really?" You ask breathlessly, and the sound of your voice has Dabi's eyes darkening

"Come here." He mutters, remembering the panic in your eyes during the thunder earlier - he pulls you with a single hand pressed onto your hip, gently pushing you onto the bed as you fall on top of the crumpled sheets

He moves between your legs, placing both of his arms on the bed as he nudges you with his knee - gesturing you to move

You push over quickly, kicking off your slippers as they fall somewhere on the floor

He yanks the blanket off, and the cold air rushes to you almost immediately. He's laying beside you within a minute, throwing the blanket back over your bodies as he lets out a relaxed sigh

"I'm suddenly feeling very tired." He announces, crossing his arms over his chest as he quickly presses his eyes shut

You snuggle your head further into the pillow - his lingering scent strong and consuming your senses as you let out a hum of appreciation

"Ok. Goodnight." You whisper, a smile on your face as you tighten the warm blanket around you

"Yea yea, go to sleep." He mumbles with a sigh

The rain fell quietly outside the window, the gentle pitter patter and Dabi's reassuring breathing was the thing to lull you to sleep.

Dabi woke up the next morning with a weight on top of his chest - it takes him less then a second to realize it's you, clinging to him so tightly, like your life depended on it.

Your head is curled up against his naked chest, and you seem to still be in a deep sleep as you lay there - he can feel your bare legs wrapped around his torso, and he lets out a huff of laughter, shaking his head in disbelief

He doesn't move you. Instead, he positions you so your entire body was on top of him, and he wraps his arms around you to keep you secure on top of him.

Let's just say you are very confused when you wake up on top of a snoring Dabi - who had his arms lazily draped over you as he slept soundly.