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Tomura

Thinkin' about... Tomura with chubby reader pt1 pt2 Tomura and his chud gf Getting busted out of his tube Making you in a game When you're mad Reader with curly hair Welcoming him back after quirk surgery Cucking Overhaul Pissing him off Cuteness aggression Praising you Sharing you with Spinner Bf headcanons pt1 pt2

Tomura on his willpower

Under his desk

Puppyboy Sensitive reader

Skincare together

Private vs public

Catching a hero

Handjob while on the damn game

“I’d suck someones dick if they beat this for me” On your period

Dabi

His hot ass body Saving his little fling Dabi would have to run from me Corrupting his hero gf Accidentally burning you Gunplay with bf!Toya Best friends older brother trope pt1 pt2(coming soon...) Cucking Hawks “She told you she’s celibate, but she told me I could nail her shit”

Sneaking through your window

Twizzler pose

Aphrodisiac

“I need you to hold my tits”

Gojo

Don't Tell Anyone, Ever I'm going to put my mouth on him Super clingy reader

Lazy spoiled reader Cockwarming

Sukuna

True form sukuna when you get pregnant Frat!kuna fucking his chud loser gf

Cuck Series!!

Victim 1: Overhaul Victim 2: Hawks Victim 3: Naoya Victim 4: Endeavor (coming soon...)

Two bitches, one post

Belt tugging with Tomura and Dabi Puppies for Tomura and Bunnies for Dabi

Aphrodisiac w/ Tomura and Dabi (coming soon…)

Miscellaneous

DR Tenna DN Tenna Being instinctively scared of Mammon

Gyutaro as your creepy bf

When you scoff and keep your arms crossed tightly over your chest, both for warmth and because your nipples are so clearly poking through your shirt, Dabi just grins wider. He’d look you up and down, in your thin pajamas and shivering from the blast of the AC. It doesn’t affect him, obviously, because he’s always running hot.

After a bit more back and forth, he either finally concedes or you just force yourself. Either way, you end up on Dabi’s lap, your back to his chest as you lean into him. You either grab his wrists or he does it himself, but his hands are cupping your tits without much of a fight. It’s not like he’s really complaining anyhow.

He does tease, though. Dabi would chuckle as he squeezes your tits slightly, feeling your nipples against his palms from the cold. He’d be all close in your ear like, “So demanding…” and “Fuck, you really are cold, huh?” You huff and grumble, but your body relaxes as his warmth seeps into you.

You stay like that for a while, maybe chatting, maybe staying quiet, but it’s long enough for him to shift a bit beneath you and tip his head back boredly. Dabi isn’t really used to this, sitting in one place doing practically nothing. He’d probably start groping you just out of boredom, not even doing it sexually, just squeezing your tits so his hands have something to do. Then, finally, he groans and grumbles, “…How fuckin’ long do I have to do this?”

Tomura doesn’t notice at first, because he knows people can just be in bad moods. When you sleep in later than usual then practically shove Twice out of the way while getting to the bathroom, he doesn’t think much of it. When you grab more food than usual and go back to your room without a word, he just assumes you’re hungry. When you snap at Dabi, he completely understands, because Dabi is annoying as shit anyways.

The real problem comes when he has to drag himself up to your room because you’re supposed to be down at the mission briefing. Tomura knocks once at the door before walking in- some gruff questioning already on the tip of his tongue. But he stops short when he finds you on your bed, curled up, clutching your stomach like you’ve been hurt or something.

Immediately, he’s confused. Tomura steps inside and closes the door, almost looking angry even though he’s just…really really confused. He’d be all like “…What the hell is wrong with you?”, because he’s never seen you like before…not without some actual visual injury, or something.

When you explain what’s wrong, Tomura is almost stunned, because he completely forgot that you actually experience periods. Like I said, he just doesn’t think about it, and he’s never had to deal with it before. So he just kinda stares for a second, not about to chastise you for it, but he’s certainly not about to comfort you. Instead, he bluntly asks probably one of the only things you’re not supposed to ask: “Is it really that bad?”

He gets surprised when you sit up and snap at him that, yes, it is actually ‘that fucking bad’. Tomura knows you can handle a lot- obviously, since you’re in the League, you deal with your fair share of pain. So to see you like this, genuinely down for the count over something he can never fully comprehend…it’s strange, to say the least.

So, even though he’d like to think you’re just being dramatic, Tomura takes the time to at least try to understand. He’d be all uncomfortable, like, “So…how long are you…like this?” And “Seriously?” And “So, what, you need to sit out the mission tonight?”

As you answer his questions, Tomura frowns deeper. Not that he’s upset with you, it’s just inconvenient- especially so last notice. There’s a beat of silence as he looks away, then he turns and walks towards your door to leave. “Fine…Stay here this time.” And before he closes the door behind him, he grumbles in annoyance, “And next time, tell me sooner if it’s this much of a problem for our plans.”

—

He’s a sweetheart, really. Gyutaro’s used to taking care of people, considering he’s his younger sister’s full time guardian. He “knows what girls like”, per his own analysis of himself…and most of the time, he’s actually right. He knows aaaaall about every little thing other guys his age tend to avoid- mainly things surrounding your period, but he also understands your wariness about certain things like going out at night or empty lots or just men in general. You don’t even have to say anything- he just knows.

In fact, sometimes it’s like he knows a little too much. Like when you change your lotion or perfume. He can smell the difference in an instant. Or when you change your route on the way to class, and he texts asking where you’re going even if he’s nowhere near you. Gyutaro just cares like that, y’know?

He shows he cares in lots of ways besides paying attention, too. Like when he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you into his chest, taking deep breaths of your scent as he buries his face in your neck. He also likes caressing your skin, muttering how you’re just “too good for someone like him” as he cradles your face in his hands. Gyutaro’s favorite thing, though, is when he holds you so tight you physically can’t get away- because he’s way stronger than people think- your body squirming against his as you giggle and beg to be let go.

That’s not to say he doesn’t have his problems, though. His temper runs as deep as his insecurities, and those are rooted in the core of his very being. Gyutaro would never hurt you, no, but it stings as much as a slap when he cries or yells that he’s “not good enough” or that you’re “gonna leave for someone better” or that he’s “not sure if he’d survive if you ever left.” It’s not his fault he had a rough time growing up, though.

In those times, it’s important to stay gentle with him. Let him yell, let him cry, let him doubt, but let him in. Gyutaro craves that reassurance, your soft voice and soft hands and soft body all accepting him in a way no one else ever has. He’d take your hands in his as you wipe his tears, his kiss hard and desperate and messy as he kisses you. Let him pin you down, let him touch you, let him remind himself that you’re all for him.

He’s rough, most of the time. He likes making you moan and cry and scream his name- only his name. He likes the way you open up and let him inside so willingly, as if he deserves such a blessing. He likes the way you let him grope and grab and pull wherever he can reach. He likes the way you take every thick inch of him like it’s everything you’ve ever wanted. But most of all, Gyutaro likes the way you hold onto him- his broad shoulders, his hands, his hair, his arms. You touch him with affection, with want, instead of the disgust he’s so used to, and it makes his heart ache.

He’s letting you know it too. With your legs over his shoulders, the headboard slamming into the wall, his arms wrapped around you like a lifeline, his cock shoving into you with every devastating thrust, his voice cracking as he pants and growls in your ear. “A-ah!- I don’t d-deserve this-.” “Feels s-so good- ngh!” “Hold me- mm!- t-tighter-.” “Don’t l-leave me- hah!- say you’ll never leave m-me-.”

After he’s pumped buckets of cum into you, he still doesn’t let go. Gyutaro could hold you for hours- days- after fucking you like that. He doesn’t pull out either, keeping you plugged up with his cum and letting it settle inside you. He’d press kisses to your face, his hands gentle now as they run over your sore hips and thighs, his voice soft and breathless as he apologizes for getting rough and asks desperately if you liked it- if you still like him.

You do, of course. Your fingertips trace delicately around his birthmarks, over the hard lines of his body, before interlocking with his own and squeezing. Gyutaro melts at the soft affection, his face falling into the crook of your neck as he absorbs the feeling of your love, groaning that it just “hurts how much he loves you…”

Everything is hot.

You can only smell him.

Everything is blurry.

You can only move towards him.

Everything is loud.

You can only slur his name.

Your feet drag as you cling to the wall, stumbling towards him like you’re drugged up on all the nastiest shit you can find. He watches passively, hands in his pockets, not moving a muscle to help steady you or make your walk any shorter.

“D…Dabi…” You pant, weak and breathless and so desperate it makes his eyes roll.

He stays silent, scoffing as you trip over your feet and just barely catch yourself on the wall. When you reach out an unsteady hand, Dabi finally scoffs and reaches out. A hot, mean hand wraps around your wrist and yanks you into his chest, uncaring of the way you wince. And obviously you don’t care about the pain either.

There’s a look of disgust on Dabi’s face as he keeps a bruising grip on your wrist, watching the way you immediately press against him. Your free hand fists in his jacket while you bury your face in his shoulder, and he doesn’t even wanna think about the way your hips roll up against him.

“Jesus…” He grumbles, finally letting go of your wrist just to grab your jaw. He forces your face up, icy blue eyes dragging over your flushed features with a sneer on his face. “Thought you wanted to wait until we get back to the hideout. Or is that just too much now?”

A pathetic little whimper leaves your lips as you lean your whole weight into his hand, uncaring of the way his skin burns little red marks into your own. Your eyes are dilated to damn near the size of dimes, staring right up at him like he’s your own personal god, not that it’s enough to sway him into being nice.

“I-I can’t-…” You pant hotly, pressing closer and dragging your hands down to his belt. “It hurts- Dabi, please-.”

He grits his teeth at the way your every word breaks on a little whimper or a pant. You’re disgusting right now. Weak. Pathetic. But even Dabi can’t deny he’s fucking turned on. You always have a way of getting to him, even when you’re panting like a dog in his face, apparently. And whatever moral or ethical concerns anyone else might have about this situation don’t affect him. He was gonna fuck you tonight anyways, right?

“Fine, you little runt.” He drawls, grabbing the front of your shirt and dragging you behind him deeper into the alleyway.

You stumble and trip behind him, far too eager in your lust-drunk state to be walking like this. His grip on your shirt is like a leash attached to a collar, tugging you upright harshly and forcing you to keep up.

Once you get to the back wall, Dabi swings you around and slams you hard into the rough brick. The air gets knocked out of you a bit, but you still reach for him. He scoffs, sliding his hand down to your stomach to hold you there, just watching the way you squirm and try to get to him, your hands clawing at his arm as if you can drag yourself closer.

“Y’know…” He begins, looking you up and down slowly. “I bet you’d let me do just about anything right now…”

You nod dumbly, a little pout forming on your lips as you try desperately to get off the wall. He holds you firmly in place, your sudden weakness having no effect on his strength. Quiet, slurred little “yes”s and “please”s spill from your trembling lips, tears brimming on your lower lashes.

Dabi stares for another second. Then, slowly, a little grin lifts to his face. He raises his free hand, seeming to think for just a second before smacking you swiftly across the face. It’s not hard, really. Not enough to knock a tooth out or bruise you, but it’s enough to send your head to the side. It’s a test.

You yelp at the impact, your already-dizzy head spinning even more as you blink sluggishly. Then, as if nothing happened, you look back at him and continue on begging and reaching for him.

“Look at that.” Dabi snickers, sliding his hand down to roughly cup your crotch. It makes you keen and your knees buckle, and you would’ve fallen forward if it weren’t for his free hand clamping around your throat. “Even more pathetic than usual. It’s actually impressive now.”

Your hands scratch at his wrist as he chokes you harder than necessary, your breaths shaky and wheezing. And yet, still, your hips buck forward into his other hand, and drool slips from the corner of your mouth.

“Pl-ease-.” You choke out, gasping weakly as your eyes start rolling back a little. The sad thing is that you’re not even begging him to let go. You’re begging for more.

If it weren’t for the effects of the aphrodisiac already making you lightheaded and short of breath, you’d last a bit longer even with him choking you like this. But now, you’re already on the verge of passing out.

Dabi watches you struggle for a moment longer before finally loosening his grip on your throat just enough to let you gasp in some ragged breaths. His other hand heats up more and more, not even moving, just slowly burning you through your pants as your hips grind down desperately into it.

“Yeah, yeah.” He concedes, finally stepping in closer and letting you reach him.

Your hands immediately reach out to twist into his shirt, your body fighting against his hands on you just to brush against him even slightly. Dabi gets even closer though, his hand sliding around to the back of your neck, then sliding up into your hair. He grabs a tight fistful and yanks your head back, snickering as it makes you moan.

“You said it hurts?” He mocks, leaning in closer and closer with devastating slowness.

You nod quickly, trying to lean in but his grip keeps you in place. Impatient little whines leave your lips as you try to tug him closer or get yourself closer, but he holds you steady.

“How bad?” He grins, replacing his hand between your thighs with his knee and feeling you immediately draaag your hips over it.

The tears finally spill over now, a few dripping down your cheeks as your lips tremble. “Like I’m d-dying- please-.”

And it’s true. The effects of the aphrodisiac are only getting worse with every second. Everything between your hips feels like it’s on fire and, ironically, he’s the only one that can put it out. You feel like you’ll literally die if he doesn’t kiss you, touch you, fuck you. And honestly, since you don’t know the specifics about the quirk you got hit with, you very well could die if he doesn’t help you.

Dabi knows that too. And as much as he loves seeing you crying and writhing in pain just for him…it would be a lot of trouble for the League (and maybe 1% for him personally) if this quirk were that sinister. So, ‘mercifully’, he finally leans in and presses his lips to yours.

The reaction is immediate. You shudder and moan and cling to him even tighter, your hips rutting against his thigh in uneven little jerks. Drool spills from the corners of your lips as you kiss him with a disgustingly sloppy desperation. He keeps your head still with the grip on your hair, his other arm sliding around your waist to haul you in closer.

He only pulls away with a grimace when you suddenly seize up and whine brokenly, letting go of your hair only to wipe his mouth with the back of his hand. You dig your nails into his skin and bury your face in his neck as you cum right in your pants- just from some kissing and grinding. His arm around your waist tightens to keep you from falling, but the look on his face is anything pleased.

“God, you’re disgusting…” He mutters, rolling his eyes as the patch on his thigh you’re dry-humping gets warmer with your release. “I could actually vomit right now.”

You finally come to a stop a second later, panting and dazed but not even close to satisfied. Instead, you pull back just enough to peek at him, all flushed and pleading for more. Dabi groans lightly in annoyance, raking his eyes over your messy face. Before you can even start your next plea, he’s grabbing you by the hair and dragging you a few steps over to some grimy, stacked-up boxes.

“Can’t believe I have to deal with this shit.” He grumbles to himself, carelessly throwing you down so you’re bent over the boxes.

You yelp with the sudden shove, landing hard and fumbling to catch yourself. He comes up behind you and places a firm hand on your back, holding you down and heating up his palm a bit. The position has your muddled mind reeling, your nails digging into the wood under you as your hips press back, desperately seeking the friction.

“D-dabi, please-.” You whine, your thighs trembling just from his other hand yanking your pants and underwear down your thighs.

“‘Dabi, p-p-please’.” He mocks coldly, jostling your pants down and grimacing at the way your back arches for him. “Is that all you know how to say right now?”

You whimper desperately, reaching back blindly with one hand as if you can grab and pull him into you. He sighs as if disappointed, using his free hand to tug open his belt and undo his pants.

“You’re lucky I was even able to get hard with you being all gross like this.” He informs you, having to stroke himself a few times to get himself fully ready, not that you’re fully comprehending what he’s saying anyways.

Still grasping blindly and whining weakly, you barely even get a second to process what’s happening before he’s shoving inside all at once. The moan that rips from your mouth bounces off the alleyway walls, so loud and broken he wouldn’t be surprised if someone was alerted and came running.

Dabi groans quietly as he hilts inside you, gritting his teeth as your noises grate on his ears. You’re squeezing him tighter than ever before though, and he can tell you’ll probably cum again as soon as he starts moving. Sighing lowly, he gives a little testing roll of his hips. Again, you cry out like you’re already on your third round of him pounding you.

“You better shut the fuck up before someone hears you.” He growls out, heating up his hand on your back to punctuate his threat.

You squirm and writhe under him, not heeding him threat even a little bit as you whine for him to start moving, uncaring of the brand burning through your clothes. He rolls his eyes, pulling out of you harshly and listening to you cry in frustration.

Grunting angrily, he flips you over onto your back and pushes back in, clamping a burning hand over your mouth to muffle your scream. This time, he doesn’t hesitate, starting to ram into you with harsh thrusts that rattle the boxes under you. You moan and cry beneath his hand, your own weak ones clawing at his arm through the sleeve of his jacket.

“Hah- Can’t believe you let yourself g-get hit-.” Dabi grits out, glaring down at you angrily. “Fuckin’ idiot- makin’ me deal with it-.”

He hits deep, his pierced tip slamming into that spot he always hits so perfectly. You’re already drooling against his palm, your eyes rolling back as tears of pleasure slip down your cheeks. His other hand grabs your hip, his hand burning a red-hot handprint into your skin as he loses his temper.

Dabi grunts and pants above you, not caring about the sounds anymore as he rails into you. He’s pissed, obviously, both with your incompetence and with the way his cock is leaking inside you. Fuck, he likes this. You, all helpless and needy, begging and pleading, drooling and crying, taking everything he gives you and cumming so fucking easily. Groaning harshly, he takes his hand off your mouth and shoves two fingers in instead, his cock twitching at the way you gag and moan.

Inside you, the coil tightens more and more with each passing second, astronomically quicker than usual and 10x more intense. It’s scary, the way you can’t control yourself right now. Your vision is all fuzzy and hazy, your ears barely picking up any sound, your hands scrabbling blindly at his sleeve, your moans all broken and uneven- your entire being can only fully focus on the feeling of his thick cock sliding in and out of you. And it feels so good- better than good- it’s absolutely euphoric.

Drooling obscenely on his fingers, your back arches as your release mounts higher and higher. Dabi watches, his hand on your hip yanking you down into his thrusts. “Gonna c-cum already, slut?- ah!- This s-soon?”

You don’t even answer his question. You can’t. Because your orgasm is ripping through you like fire, your entire body convulsing and arching to a point it would be a little concerning to anyone else. It hits you so hard your voice breaks, leaving only a breathless little scream that cracks around his fingers. Your vision goes white and your body goes numb, teetering on the edge of consciousness under him.

Grunting in surprise, Dabi lurches forward a little as you clamp down on him tighter than you ever have before. He snaps his hips sharply, his cock throbbing as your walls constrict around him.

“Sh-shit-.” He grits out, now teetering on the edge of his own release. “Little whore- g-gonna make me-.”

His hips ram in a few more times while you keen and shake and cry around his fingers. Fuck, you disgusting, delirious, delicious little mess, making him cum this fucking fast. He listens to your broken little mewls as he pumps in a few more times before hilting fully inside- something he wouldn’t normally do, but feels right this time. Moaning lowly, he shoots thick ropes of cum deep inside you, his hips jerking and rolling to push it in as much as possible. But it’s your reaction to him filling you up that takes his focus off his own orgasm.

Dabi watches with slightly widened eyes, your body responding with such visceral intensity that it even surprises him. But the most surprising thing is that he can physically see the effects of the aphrodisiac quirk leave your body, glowing a bright pink as it simmers from your skin. More than that, he can see the way your eyes roll back like you’re about to pass out.

Yanking his hand out of your mouth, he slaps you sharply across the face again, your own spit smearing across your cheek. You practically jolt back to life, your eyes going wide with clarity and confusion as helpless whimpers spill from your lips. You look up at him in confusion as he just grins and rolls his hips lewdly, your hands reaching up to grip at his shoulders.

“W-what-.” You stammer out, your whole body aching and your head spinning with the after effects of the aphrodisiac- not to mention the shock of suddenly coming to and finding yourself stuffed full of your friend’s dick.

“Don’t worry.” He grins, although it only makes you worry more. “Was just helpin’ your stupid ass out…”

You whimper shakily as he swiftly pulls out and puts his dick away, struggling to sit up after him and ending up slumping against his chest weakly. Dabi scoffs softly but doesn’t pull away. Instead, he grabs your jaw and forces your face up again, glaring down at you with a cruelty that makes a shiver run down your spine.

“Don’t fucking get hit by that shit again. Unless you want to piss me off…”

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It’d be impressive too, the way he just shamelessly immediately volunteers himself. Its even more impressive how he locks in as if his life is on the line.

Like, no blinking, no talking, no moving- he’s like a statue as he plays. He barely makes any mistakes either, whether playing the level or boss fight for the first time or not, he’s 100% focused on winning it for u.

Then, when he’s done and beaten it seemingly effortlessly, he’d hand the game back and go back to whatever he was doing. When he catches you staring at him, he’d just scowl a little and be all like “what???”

And when ask him why he did that, or if he’s actually expecting head now or something, he’d just roll his eyes like you’re an idiot and be all like “you needed help, didn’t you?” Or like “I’m not that shallow.”