Haha Totally Cool Abt Keigo Telling You To Shut Up And Dabi Is There It Would Be Crazy To Make It A Lil

haha totally cool abt keigo telling you to shut up and dabi is there it would be crazy to make it a lil one shot (pleading)

just walk with me here idk how to tag this but yeah

how did you get in this situation? when your boyfriend had asked you for assitance earlier, you thought you'd just be sitting in while he had some random hero in the room for questioning. he knew you didn't do all the violence stuff, you weren't for it-- so you opted for mind games. was that what he wanted your help with?

that was not the case, apparently. and no, dabi didn't tell you he had the number two hero in japan in the interrogation room either. was it part of the plan? it's likely dabi won't ever confirm it.

so how did you get to this point, bouncing on hawks' cock like it was you who had something to prove?

if you had to be honest, hawks was too sweet. too gentle. his hands that held your hips were too kind, holding you as if you were made of glass and would break if he slammed into you any harder. his lips tasted like honey and his moans were just a tad too quiet.

a stark contrast to your boyfriend.

dabi was rough, dabi was mean. he knew how to manhandle you in all the right ways, hit the right spots that made your toes curl-- dabi knew how to make you scream and subsequently cream as well.

you could feel dabi's eyes on you, but he wasn't watching you so to say. his harsh gaze was locked on the blonde underneath you, a snide chuckle leaving his lips as he leans onto the table with spread palms. the corner of his mouth is lifted with a hint of a smirk.

“are ya’ even tryin’ there, hawks?”

your movements slow, filling the odd and tense silence with slick and lewd noises every time you drop yourself back down on hawks' lap. the blonde's hands then tighten around your waist and when your head tilts back forward, you find a rosy little tint along his cheeks.

"baby," your voice drips like syrup as it travels across the room. your head tilts back to catch dabi's gaze and the slight smirk on his lips stretch wider when he sees your bottom lip jut out. he's a sucker for that petname and pout-- but he'll be damned if he showed that in front of hawks. "give him a break. he's never had pussy like this before."

the filth in your words only make hawks flush more. is this why dabi always looks like he's in a good mood when he comes to the hideout? because he has some sweet looking angel that sucks the soul out of his dick? it must be why. you look so innocent-- big wet eyes and plump lips and a body that's going to leave his head (literally and figuratively) spent for days.

"he's supposed to be proving his worth, pretty girl," dabi's cooing, moving closer. he stops just off to the side, weaving a hand into your hair and tugging gently-- hawks was surprised to see him act so docile. dabi tilts your head back and tugs you gently to slot his lips to yours and it only throws hawks for a loop when you start to grind down harder on top of him.

"c'mon, birdie," dabi murmurs against your lips; his free hand rests casually on the table beside him while the other is wrapped in your hair. "stop being such a hero. this girl likes it when it's mean."

to punctuate his words, dabi slips a hand between the two of you, rough fingertips tapping against your sensitive clit in a way that makes you jump and jolt. of course, dabi's talking to your pussy. hawks thinks he's talking to you-- something tightens in his chest when he feels you clench and drip more along his cock.

hawks' hip rut upwards, his first move he's made unprompted; and he's rewarded with an approving moan that slips from your mouth. heat burns in his gut when you clench tighter around him-- he doesn't need to look over to know dabi's finally has a look of approval etched onto his features. he repeats the action, receiving another moan; so he continues.

mewl after mewl, you're so noisy; hawks thinks to himself. divine, you sound absolutely divine-- but you're so loud. he can't hear himself think over the lewd and obscene noises coming out of your mouth. his hips snap upward harder, rougher; attempting in vain to shut you up by leaving you speechless.

it doesn't work. why would it? you expect and love this kind of treatment from dabi, so why would you be quiet when hawks is finally doing all the right things? you can feel him bullying against your cervix and if it were any other situation, the blissed out smile you're wearing would've been the hottest thing in the world to send him over the edge.

hawks' hand darts upward, wrapping around your throat and he squeezes. he doesn't know where he found it in himself to do so, but it silences your moans but not the filthy slick noises coming from where the two of you are connected. of course you would gush more on his dick from this. of course.

"god," hawks seems to growl out, his breathing is labored as he keeps a hand steady on your waist as he continues to slam into you. "shut up, you're so fuckin' loud."

he's returned with a choked gasp on your end and a curious, piqued eyebrow from dabi. the flame user doesn't say anything, though his hand is tight in your hair and his lips are against the shell of your ear. "you like this, don't you pretty?" he rasps, his eyes are trained on hawks like a guard dog. if you give him the word, the winged hero would get a punishment fitting for inflicting anything other than pleasure.

your body shudders, and you attempt to hum-- something that lets him know you're alright. dabi might be brash and unkind sometimes, but he does care. and now that you've given the greenlight, the doors are now wide open.

with a quick peck to your temple, dabi straightens and then relaxes back against the table. "c'mon feathers," he taunts, a derisive looking smirk now stretching the skin around his staples, "you can give her more, can't you? 's gonna take more than that to get her to cum."

hawks swallows and his dick throbs, snug inside of you. he prays to whatever supreme being that none of this encounter gets repeated in daylight, and he takes dabi's challenge.

Late Night

Pairing: Dark Hawks x (female) Reader

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

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Female Reader

SUMMARY: Keigo hates threatning you - only when necessary.

WARNINGS: Implied Kidnapping; Threats.

AN: Please, reblog and give me feedback.

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"Hey, c'mon, don't cry..."

He tries, tentatively reaching with a hand but instantly stopping at the abrupt increase of your sobbing.

"Y/n? Babe, pretty please..." he sighs, rubbing his tired eyes, "Let's just go to sleep, yeah? It’s getting late and I have to wake early tomorrow."

"Leave me alone." you howl the words out, as if you're a wounded dog. You feel like one, to be fair. Bunched up in a corner of this huge room, face contorted as you cry ugly tears and snot.

It's only been a week since you were taken from the comfort of your life, and you still can't stop the aching pain that burns your heart whenever you think about it.

During the day, it’s slightly more manageable to pretend that it’s fine, that you’ll eventually escape him, that everything will be fine.

But as soon as the dark cast of the night hits, it’s like all the overwhelming weight of sad reality starts to wear you down.

You’re so tired of him. You just wanna go home and hide underneath the safety of your blankets.

“Babe….”

Keigo sighs once again, leaning back at the adjacent beige wall as he runs his fingers through the blonde hair.

"Hate to ask, but any chance you can speed this up? Not to the part where you relentlessly beg to go home, to which I'll say no - obviously." Keigo says with such normality as if he’s asking you to turn the lights off.

"Also not the part where you cry your pretty eyes out for another 20 minutes, yell shitty things, threaten me, and so goes on…”

You gulp, with a new batch of tears forming as he tilts his head to the side, lips curling into a half-smile as if your despair amuses him.

“... but yes to the part where you finally shut up with the hysteria and we go to bed.”

You tearfully glare at him, indignation flaring up at his nonchalant words.

“I hate you. You kidnapped me!" you continue, half-choking in your own tears, hoping the hatred and anger in your face is enough to show him just how much you hate him. “I hate you!”

Keigo dismissively shrugs his shoulders, despite the new tension in his jaw as he glances at his wrist watch.

“I’m not the bad guy here, babe.”

“You-”

“If I was the bad guy…” he interrupts you, an unpleasant glint in his eyes showing that deep your words didn’t sit right with him. “...right now I’d be punching a hole into your pretty face for being such a brat. Or maybe I’d be ripping your tongue out with my bare hands, so you won’t speak bullshit like that. Maybe you’d like that better?”

Your eyes widen at that, body freezing as fear takes control of you.

For most times Keigo is laid-back and chill, but times like these are the ones that remind you that he’s just as dangerous as a villain is. He could easily hurt or even kill you within seconds, and there was nothing your quirkless ass could do to stop him.

You are at his mercy, much like you’ve always been ever since he took you.

You hate how helpless you feel.

Keigo notices your mortified reaction and walks closer, crouching in front of you.

“Didn’t mean to scare you, babe.” he says with a jovial tone. “But I really need you to behave, ‘kay?”

His hand elevates and he ignores your flinch as he brushes away a few tears.

“Enough with the tears, you’re too pretty to be cryin’ like that.” he smiles, hand lowering to grab your forearm.

He stands up, pulling you with him towards the bed.

“Now, let’s go get our beauty sleep.”

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failuredecore

6 months ago

It's the Mothman!

Source: Trust me bro

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failuredecore

6 months ago

YOU SHOULD SEE YOUR FACES

touya todoroki x f! reader

you love him, so fuck everyone else.

smut! you are responsible for what you read

inspired by but daddy i love him

at first, touya was worried.

he’s dark, he’s burning blue, he’s evil. he’s everything wrong with the world, everything corrupt as a resulr of a broken childhood. he’s burning with revenge at the seems- literally. he’s scary, and dangerous, and everything you’re not.

he can’t measure up to you. to your glow, how you paint his deep blue golden. you’re kind and gentle, the kind of flower that no one dared to pick out of fear of diminishing its beauty. as cruel as he may be, he hesitates to take that away from you.

at first.

now, he’s got your knees almost touching your ears, pounding his cock in and out of you for what’s probably been hours.

what a mess.

its crazy, but also the one you want. how could you not, seeing the way he’s sending mind-numbing pleasure coursing throughout your entire body. you can barely form any coherent sentences, letting him ravage you entirely. he’s salivating just seeing you, the way your tits bounce with every thrust, or how you squeeze around him when he whispers filthy things into your ear.

“fuck, you take me so well doll. you gonna let me ruin you, yeah?” he groans, landing a playful smack to the side of your hips. “say my name again.”

“touya!” you cry out. he smirks, seeing how absolutely he, and only he can get you.

if bystanders could only see their faces, knowing that the sweetest person on the planet fell in love with someone like touya todoroki.

he’s chaos and he’s revelry, lips pressing against your neck in a tender yet passion display of love. he starts with a kiss, before nipping at your skin and marking you. his cold tongue ring feels heavenly.

he’s relentless in his pace, the noises of sex filling the room as he has his way with you. he looks beautiful right now, scars and all as your nipples slide over his pecs over and over again.

perhaps your favourite part of him are his bedroom eyes. the way those sapphires lazily drink in your pleasure-filled form, wanting more and more. he pressings himself against your further, pulling out all the way before slamming back into you. you swear you can feel his tip up against your god damn womb.

if anyone else saw your relationship, they’d tell touya to stay away from you. they’d pull you away, cage you in a feeble attempt at protecting your light. they’d protest and sabotage what you have, sanctimoniously performing soliloquies you’d never see.

“fuck, i’m gonna cum babygirl. want me to fill you uo, yeah?” he groans again, his gravelly voice making you clench around his cock, sucking him in even further. god, he’s so beautiful like this and he doesn’t even know it.

“yes, touya! mn!” you moan out, scratching down his back and pulling at his snowy white hair. he grins, the pain melting with the pleasure deliciously.

for love like this, you’d rather burn your whole life down than listen to the bitching from the people around you. if your name is so good, its your good name to disgrace. you love each other like that.

they can’t change the way his heart beats when you touch him. they can’t change the fire that burns in his heart. you’re his gasoline.

they don’t have to pray for you.

finally, you unwind. his cum shoots out in thick, white ropes, so intense he physically has to hold back from burning you. he holds you close to him, making sure every single drop is nestled deep inside of you. as for you, you scream out again, mind blanking as that familiar warm feelings blankets your entire body.

you two are sticky, gooey messes as he slowly withdraws, landing next to you on the bed. with what strength he has left, he pulls you in. you don’t need a blanket when you sleep next to touya.

ultimately, some people still hold out, and tell you that you’re wrong- but fuck them.

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failuredecore

6 months ago

no because its that they're the fear responses. the todoroki children are all just the fear responses. touya is fight, natsuo is flight, shoto is freeze, and fuyumi is fawn. when you stare down abuse every day you have to react somehow, and they all just developed different methods of coping with it

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failuredecore

2 months ago

Thinking about…

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Tomura playing LOL on his computer, his legs hunched up onto the chair and his body slouched over the desk, calculating his next move. A normal night for him, if it wasn’t for the fact that his lover is being fucked into the next day by one of his companions.

Loud moans and grunts echoed throughout the room, the bed frame hitting the wall with each forceful thrust. Dabi laid on top of you, pining you down into a mating press as he fucked into your sore hole, cum and lube coating his cock and adding an even louder ‘plap plap plap’ that echoed throughout the room.

Your mouth was agape and eyes rolled back, wanton moans and whimpers escaping you, fucked dumb and pliant as Dabi ravages your willing body. You could feel another tight coil beginning to form inside you, your body tensing as you scratched down Dabi’s back.

Your eyes lazily trail up towards your boyfriend, Tomura, the back of his gaming chair blocking his frame, only his hand visible as it grasped his mouse. You tried to call out for him, the first syllable of his name barely leaving your lips before you’re rudely slapped, a stapled hand harshly squeezing your face and forcing your gaze back to himself.

“Nuh-uh…eyes on me…i’m the one fucking you right. now.”

The last two words were pronounced with harsh thrusts, your hole stretched along his cock brutally as you screamed out in pleasure.

From the corner of your eye, you can barely make out the faint movement of Tomura’s hand idly massaging his bulge…

~~~

A/N: Just a small drabble i thought about while at work today hehehe >:3

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