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𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝑫𝒂𝒃𝒊. . .

Thinking about Dabi, and how due to his family, he must probably grew yearning not only vengeance but love. He wanted to feel loved, safe, and validated. Wanted a mom, a dad, siblings he didn't hate.

He wanted a family too.

He'd probably push you away the first times you try to get close but, after a while, he embraces you. He wants you. Dabi wanted a family with you.

Children, he wants them.

A life.

He yearns for a life.

He craves the touch of your fingers on his skin each morning, your belly round and big while carrying his child.

Dabi wants to go home to you.

Go home to your bare feet rushing to greet him whenever he is home, home to the bitter flavor of coffee on your lips and the effervescent laughter that would erupt from you.

Home.

Dabi wanted home.

But he knows home is still far from him, he first needs to kill his demons.

He need to go back to his first home, the one that couldn't shed a light on him.

texts with hawks except ur stupid teenagers under the commission tg 🕸

this stupid stupid creature is stuck in my head for some reason :((( this is just absolute silliness I needed it

ripping his feathers out? eziest way 2 make him agree :D

Cat Tomura. I see him only as a Maine Coon for some reason (definitely not because it's my favorite cat breed).

more of college rockstars kei and touya. nsfw content included <3

spring break with college rockstar's keigo and touya. its been a few weeks since you all started dating and its just so easy since you were all great friends before. its literally like spending everyday with the two people who get you and do everything in their power to make you happy.

the sex is just an added bonus and god are they horny often. you nearly got kicked out of the campus library when touya was feeling neglected while you were studying and instead of voicing his problem went underneath the table and ate your pussy like he was starving >:/

but other than that its been great! they are incredible boyfriends, treating you like their princess and they are at your beck and call. want some takeout from your favorite place? keigo's ordered all 3 of your favorite dishes. want to go to a campus party but need to study? thankfully touya is ridiculously smart and will tutor you at the speed of light and will escort you to the party himself <3

things are also looking up for their careers, their duo getting way more local gigs and more attention from neighboring counties. and you already know when you have a free night they will take you to a gig and let you listen from backstage. keigo is a sap so yes he will dedicate a song to you. yes touya agrees but tells him to stop being corny. yes after the gig they will be so high on euphoria and adrenaline they'll take you into the dressing room fuck your brains out then take you out for burgers after :D.

after a few weeks of this great streak they get asked to perform for a rock festival in a big city, it lasting most of spring break. you obviously tell them to do it, this being a great step in their career. although you are a bit bummed you'll be missing out and will be seperated during your week of no class.

they obviously look at you like you're crazy and just tell you to pack your things.

the whole way there you're excited, seeming to be even more so than them. the festival organizer was incredibly generous and paid for your first class tickets and hotel room, and you def make the most of it when all three of you order fancy airline snacks. (you might have also, with a crazy amount of stretching, become members of the mile high club but thats neither here nor there.)

the first two days are spent checking out the festival's beginnings, meeting new musicians and people, and touring around the city. they definitely take you out to karaoke bars and every other party you wanna tag along to. but if you wanna stay in the hotel room and just watch rented movies and eat snacks one of them will definitely stay with you. probably kei he's a sucker for wrapping up in fluffy robe and getting cuddly.

the day of their performance is nothing short of amazing. their singing is loud and angry and beautiful and its one of the most exhilarating experiences of your life. throughout it they look at you with the biggest smiles and send you a wink, your heart pounding and you cant help but giggle. when its all over and they've greeted fans and talked about future opportunities they barely manage to drag you back to the hotel before ravishing you.

the next day is calm. you all sleep in late, you and keigo waking up giggly because touya is in between the two of you which he rarely does and hes slightly snoring and drooling and he looks adorable.

after a lazy bit of getting dressed and freshened up you all head to a nice little place for a good breakfast and spend the rest of the day doing some shopping and exploring and laughing and just enjoying being with these two.

Gamer!Shigaraki au is the epitome of what plagues my mind when I want to fuck a gamer boy. His pale hole puckers around inches of cock, begging for more of it in little squeezes. Tomura’s cotton candy blue hair laps over his shoulders in crooked layers like waves on a sea shore, and your hands push his arch deeper, his short crème dick peeking out from behind the further his ass bends toward you.

It’s a sick fascination. Terse pants, pitchy moans, rocky grumbles pass his lips like a kitten struggling to claw its way onto a tall surface. His fingers cling onto his weathered pillows like the kitten’s claws would dig into a couch to heave itself upward. Tomura, however, does not heave himself upward. He drops his tailbone and struggles to maintain control over his throat as your cock bullies him cross eyed.

Pretty kitty. That’s what you want to say. A raspy gasp squeezes through his airway and he peals a hand backward to grab your thigh. It stings. Crooked nails dig themselves into your flesh.

“H-harder” he pants. He doesn’t make a move to take you deeper. That would be too desperate for his ego. Tomura’s lips sound wet. Saliva pooling on his tongue, lips holding it back from spilling all over his yellowed pillowcases. You could only imagine what’s hidden behind the bangs dangling before his face. Red pupils struggling to focus on anything but his own nose bridge. A mouth that can’t stay closed for too long.

“But I just like to watch you take it” you murmur. It’s transfixing to watch his ass struggle with the girth of you, his knees trembling under the weight. Maybe it was evil to tease. Make him beg. Make him wait for more. Tenko is the impatient type. An egotistical type. Like a rock in a stream. Slow chafing of his indestructible surface takes time to carve him into the perfect mold you want. Just the right angle. Just the right thrust.

Shimura’s mouth drops open as you lean forward. Your cock buries deeper inside of him, to the hilt without mercy. “Fucking pervert” he spits, breathless. More harmless than intended.

“You like it.” Your voice floats between the pounding in his ears and the fog clouding up his brain, finding some middle ground. He does. He does like that you’re a pervert. It makes him hot under his skin. Makes him moan a little bit more when he loses a game just to make you fuck him when he’s done.

He’ll never admit it though.

“Fr- ngh! Freak..” he sighs the words out, hips twitching when you pull out and push back in, rocking him back and forth.

A hair long pause cuts short by the sound of Tomura struggling, “so impatient” you pout. Wet pre wets your palm. His cock throbs between your fingers and makes him shake beneath you as you grab it and pull. “Let me do my thing” assuring him, you slide your cock back again, pushing in just a bit harder.

Pairing: Touya / Reader

Length: Ficlet, 1105 words. 

Description: Touya's perspective regarding his relationship with reader. Not necessarily positive or negative. Slightly retrospective.

Warnings: Suggestive themes, swearing, Dabi being Dabi.

Notes: Pre-LOV, Dabi definitely doesn't have the villain thing sorted out.

When he first met you, he hadn't joined the league. He was a two-bit thief, and a compulsive liar. He gave you his real name, but his last name is something he pulled out of a shitty article he read in a pornographic magazine. He got a kick out of that- who writes editorials for fuckin’ skin mags? And who the fuck is reading them? Apparently losers like himself.

He gave a weepy little song and dance about a shit childhood and growing up poor. A little bit of truth with enough lies to keep you from thinking too hard about anything. He worked at a convenience store (lie) you’d never have the opportunity to stop at (true, it didn’t exist), and when he wasn’t taking up space using your bed and amenities, he was at his own apartment (half truth, he was squatting).

Your purpose was originally survival. Easy meal, free water, free electricity. You kept his clothes from smelling like mildew, and his stomach from constantly caving in on itself, and he made sure you couldn’t walk straight in the mornings after he spent the night. 

You were a bit of a ditz. You didn’t read too much into things, and he was grateful for the bleeding fuckin’ heart you had for him to take advantage of. It was the perfect matchup; the greatest combination of give-and-take-take-take.

Then as time went on, shit soured somehow somewhere, and he found himself lingering a little longer. When he’d normally leave not long after you left for work in the morning, he caught himself fiddling around your apartment. Picking your shit up and putting it away. Fixing the blankets and pillows on your bed. Putting his excess clothes in a laundry basket instead of left out on the floor for you to deal with later. Cleaning up after himself in the bathroom after he showered. Things he never even blinked at before- it was always your deal, and you never complained about doing it. Now suddenly, he felt compelled to do it for you.

He started spending a little money here and there to leave crap in the fridge. That was usually your job, your problem- it was your fridge to keep stocked to feed you both. Now suddenly he was tucking away ice cream he knew you liked, random specialty drinks from the corner store you made an off handed comment about. Stupid nonsense with what little change he could spare. He’d stand and stare at it as he put your newest addition on the shelf of the fridge, brows furrowed and lips pulled into a frown. He was being fucking weird. He would still leave it there for you.

When he’d come back around you’d make a big deal about it, about his 'surprise for you', and he hated it. You made his stomach hurt.

It was worse when he’d bring take out. You’d act all grateful and excited like he did something special for you, and he’d have to insist he absolutely did not do this for you. He was just in the mood for some greasy fried garbage, he made the decision for himself. It was absolutely not so you didn’t have to cook tonight. No way. Stop looking all sly like that. Seriously.

Don’t mention him cleaning up after you both. He was just getting up and going to the kitchen first is all. Stop being a pain, and stop looking all giddy.

You’d be coiled around him like a snake later that particular night. Face smashed into his chest, and he’d be looking down at you with his chin in his shoulder wondering how the staples weren’t digging permanent pits into the fat of your cheek. Did he tell you before you have a gross taste in men? He thinks he did sometime around the third or fourth run in you had. He’ll brush his fingers beneath your eyes, and under your lips, marveling at the smooth skin and swallow the bile in his throat realizing he needs to get the fuck out of here before he burns you up like Touya Todoroki on Sekoto Peak.