Hc That Sincere Kindness Is A Turn On For Touya Bc “oh Wow Do You Really Mean It When You Say Im Pretty?

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𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 .ᐟ

synopsis: late nights + hunger = late night arguments abt food w the sillies (and other stuff)!!

chars: touya todoroki, keigo takami, tomura shigaraki

req? no >_< this brainrotted my mind 4 some reason

lil note: in touya's he's being rehabilitated (i want him HAPPY.)

t. todoroki

k. takami

t. shigaraki

my silly billies frfr😔

10am

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.

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Hear me out bro

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

INFERNO | Dabi (Touya)

summary ➜ being apart of the LOV meant battling heroes, and some were ruthless, leaving you tired and wounded. All that blood loss is getting to your head, and Dabi’s, and not in the way you’d expect.

warnings ➜ language, graphic violence, graphic gore, highly detailed death! smut! p in v, unprotected sex, biting, scratching, oral (M), fingering, face slapping (it happens once), choking, hickies/marking, pain kink, blood play, blood kink. mdni

reader’s quirk ➜ reader can create visions of opponents worst nightmare and become them.

Your day started out like any other, an absolute bore. By that, nothing out of the ordinary happened. Sure you were a wanted villain, one of the League of Villains, and were expected to be some ruthless villainess, but you weren't. You were baddass and feared by many, but you weren't blood thirsty like the others, ironically like Toga.

You lay half on the counter, seated on a bar stool while Kurogiri wiped glasses, paying no mind to you. A heavy sigh left your nose, your head leant against your arm that was starting to prick with pins and needles.

To your right was Shigaraki, who's nails clawed away at his pale skin. Upon your sigh, a gust of dust whooshed off the countertop making your head perk up in a cringe, arm sliding off. Red eyes spared a glance to you, before nonchalantly looking away.

Kurogiri was quick to swap from wiping the glasses to the counter, white cloth now coated in brown and grey. "Sorry about that." He apologised, and if he could, would've given you a small smile.

You shook your head, dismissing the fact before slipping off the barstool, walking over to the staircase that was held up by a thread just about, fingers nimbly moved to graze the splintering wood before the blonde girl bounced down the stairs.

"Morning!" Toga purred, tongue just prodding out of her lips as her gold eyes gleamed. Her fists curled inwards as she positioned them by the sides of her face, much like a cat would. She zipped past you, to the bar where she took her seat on the barstool you previously sat on, immediately going on a full banter when Twice made himself known.

You treaded up the stairs, to your room that was all lonesome, plain walls decorated with nothing, a single bed and nightstand, you didn't necessarily like your room, but it's all you had considering if you were to buy a house, it would be a death trap, a target would dangle over your house, a sign for the heroes.

On the windowsill, that displayed nothing but a view of concrete buildings, held a withering plant, the green leaves long turned yellow, and sagged. A symbol of misery.

Walking over to the window, you pushed the cracked glass up, the stale air plummeted into your room. Peering your head outwards, you had seen a man, shrivelled —only skin and bone—loitering on the streets, you couldn't tell what he was doing, other than the scraping of metal and grunts he made.

Almost feeling your presence, he looked up, with his only good eye, and gave you a horrid smile.

This was all before a dark figure came from the depths of the shadows in the alleyway, the sounds of boots grating against the chipped pavement. The man's head whipped to the noise before raising the object in his hand, he was constructing a blade.

With full power, he charged at the figure. However, an azure gust swallowed him.

A grim laugh bounced off the walls, you scoffed, a gut churning smell hit your senses before anything else making you choke. "Dabi, if you're going to fry people, at least find a decent place to do so.” You said once the flame had sizzled to a spark on his hand, he looked up with a smirk, sapphire eyes swirling.

"Gotcha, princess." He sent you a wink, before his cloak ruffled and he left into the banishing night.

With a grumble, you spun around to continue towards your bed when Shigaraki appeared, gripping onto your door frame, minus his pinky finger.

"Low-class heroes are trying to stop a nomu, it needs assistance." He left before anything else, you hurriedly left after him to find Kurogiri already forming a purple portal, reading to swallow anything up, Toga was bouncing on her feet, blood thirty much like everyone.

In an instant, you jumped through the portal, as quick as it had happened, you were standing on a rooftop. Below, on the suburban streets was in fact a nomu, with bulging muscles as well as some undergraduate heroes, Power Loader and Gunhead.

Power Loader desperately tried to latch his steel jaws onto the flesh of the mutant, but alas, got flung off, however he sprung up and was ready to jump back into action. The nomu's throw was weak, Shigaraki taking note on how the mutant's energy was quick to deteriorate.

Then, Gunhead's head shot out claw-like bullets from the barrels on his mask, clinging to the nomu's flesh, making the bird-like beast roar into the bellowing nights. "What are we doing here? Let's fight!" Toga whined to Shigaraki who all but all, surveyed the scene unfolding.

"I have to agree with nutjob over here, I'm getting bored." Dabi grumbled, folding his arms over his chest, sapphire eyes looking off into the distance.

Shigaraki called your name. "You'll go down there to distract the heroes, Dabi you go with, and I'll call in the nomu with Spinner." Toga let out an audible groan at his words, wishing to be able to jump down there. In a second, you and Dabi cascaded down the walls, hidden by the barely-lit streets.

"You get dunce-face and I'll get tool-works." Dabi said to you before his legs started moving on their own, blue blaze forming around his arm as he swung it at Power Loader, leaving you with Gun Head.

With a hum, you ran after the other hero, clasping your hands together in order to use your quirk, a faint red glow started to buzz around your fingers before your quirk started to construct Gun Head's greatest fear.

To your dismay, it wasn't anything major or actually scary, forming was a woman clutching two children, when your quirk was done, your mind synced into the creation.

"K-Koji," the woman whimpered his name, with wobbly lips and wide eyes, the children holding the same expression. The hero, trying to duck from the harsh embers of Dabi, looked over to his 'family', body freezing up. "We're s-scared."

"I..." the pro-hero tried to reel his mind over why his family is about two hours away from their home, here, in the dark nights of a dingy street. "Tomara..." he called his wife's name, taking a tentative step towards her. "Hiro...Ketsu..."

"Papa," the little boy with blue hair held his arms stretched out for his dad, taking staggering steps towards his father, wrapping his small arms around his legs before the second child joined, wrapping his arms around his waist. "We missed you."

You observed the scene, wondering what was the actual fear of the pro-hero, it wasn't until a sparse second later, when Tomara—his wife, joined in on the hug that the lizard like villain jumped out, purple hair breezing in the wing, and chomped down on the family, blood spraying out onto the pro-hero who had no time to think.

He let out a choked sob, watching Spinner devour his family before scampering off, before Gun Head was able to go after the lizard, you sprung out onto him, it was a harsh tumble to the ground where you and the pro-hero wrestled, he was stronger, much stronger.

Easily pinning you to the road, mask whirring as he was about to use his mask—to shoot a bullet right between your eyes, before your whole entire body burned red, in a blink of the eye, you were now a male with a thick moustache, glaring at the pro-hero.

"Dad?" The pro hero choked, head quirking to the side.

"I'm disappointed in you son, you're here fighting your own dad, this is why we sent you to Osaka, you're no good, this is why your family died." His father (you) said, the pro-hero's head hung in shame, before slowly loosening his hold on you, his mind not even thinking straight and completely forgetting about you.

"I'm s-sorry, pa."

How you loved manipulating emotions, you were a sucker for it. Your guilty pleasure was watching someone fall apart in front of you.

He stood up and helped his father up, in a fleeting moment, you grabbed for your dagger, balling your hands into a fist around the handle and bringing it down onto his mint hair, red squirted on your face.

His body staggered back, barrels blazing as little claw like structures shot out askew, one dug into the side of your abdomen, making you grunt in pain and scowl.

His body went flat, due to the keratin claws usage, then went limp, a puddle forming by his head, it was unfortunate, but it's what had to be done.

With your crises averted, you turned around to see Dabi wiping away at some blood that dribbled down his lip, a heap of substance and metal in front of him.

With the heroes...out the way, you could relax, it was about time others were alerted, so you had to flee the scene as soon as possible.

Back at the hideout, Shigaraki was attending to the nomu. You were in the cramped bathroom, shirt off, dabbing cotton balls against your wound, just to decrease the blood, as well as scratching off the dried blood.

The door to the bathroom reeled open, revealing a shirtless Dabi, white towel draped over one shoulder.

"Out, gotta shower,” he told you, blue eyes shamelessly staring at your cleavage, pupils swelling at the sight of your blood, feeling himself twitch in his black shorts. "Or stay, could use some company."

"Gross, I just need to clean the blood up, I'll be out of your hair." You rolled your eyes, continuing to wipe away at your wound with the plain cotton balls.

Dabi shrugged the towel off of him, walking across the bathroom and setting it on the toilet, turning the handle almost all the way to the hottest setting, letting the bathroom fill up with steam.

With low, ultramarine eyes, he watched as the cotton balls were turning red with blood.

He sauntered closer to you, catching your frame between his arms that rested against the counter, you looked up from your wound to his zombie, skin-patched chest. The purple, sewn on flesh contracting against his toned skin, stuck on with staples, muscles flexing in your woke.

Then was the dog tag chain dangling from his neck, a skull and cross bones etched on the metal. Then him smirking at you, his bright eyes, and dark hair that held a millimetre of white by the roots. "Can I taste you?"

"What?" You blurred, eyebrows deepening at his words, Dabi just ran the ball of his tongue piercing over his lips, smirking.

"Don't act like we haven't fucked before." He chuckled.

"Yeah, but I'm bleeding." You scoffed.

"I know, I wanna taste." And before you even registered what he actually wanted to taste, his lips were licking around your wound, tongue flattening, catching a smear of blood on his tongue, it was a strange noise that gurgled from your mouth, it shouldn't have been so arousing, but it was.

You felt and heard him suck deeply on the wound before he removed his lips, bringing his hand up, he pried your lips apart and smashed his lips to yours, tongue swirling around your own, making you taste your own metallic blood.

Your hands went to grab his shoulder while his tangled in your hair, pulling you impossibly closer to him, letting out a groan into the kiss, when he pulled away, his lips were darker from the hard kiss, and your blood that's mixed with saliva, shining on his lips, yours matched.

Silently, he moved back, eyes still trained on you before he turned half way around and slid out of his shorts which he used as boxers, meaning his cock sprung free, hard, shining, and pierced.

One of Dabi's secret yet not secret secrets, was he had a pierced tip, it was a very scandalous piercing that poked through the slit of his dick and just underneath the head (a Prince Albert piercing).

Many would cringe at the pain, but not Dabi—who secretly enjoyed it, leaving the piercer scared for life when he almost came. 

You noticed a flash of blue look your way before he stepped into the shower and drew the curtain closed.

You watched as his shadow moved, continuing to bathe himself. You felt your bottom lip jut out, hating how your pussy was throbbing.

Sneakily, you peeled away your bottoms, leaving you in your thongs, then gliding a hand past your waistband of your underwear until your finger met the plush wetness of your pussy.

It swirled around your puffy clit, you started off slow, wanted to have a steady pace but it did minimal to help the ache, so you brought your middle finger to your clit and started to furiously flick at it.

Your legs, almost immediately started to vibrate at the same speed that your finger flicked at, your eyes dropped closed and your head lolled back, hitting the mirror. Your other hand joined in, sticking two fingers into your puckering hole, immediately getting coated in your sticky arousal, you should've felt ashamed for your actions, but you couldn't find a damn to give.

Your body felt on edge, prickling everywhere with lust and pleasure, stomaching feeling full, your lips fell apart, letting out tiny whimpers, it wasn't until one rather loud moan that the shower curtains were pulled back, that Dabi realised what you were getting up to.

He swore under his breath, cock twitching at the sight of you pleasuring yourself, droplets of water ran down every square inch of his body.

You were too preoccupied and caught up in the moment to have realised the shower had stopped, it wasn't until you felt a warm, wet body press against your legs that your eyes snapped open, and your finger stopped.

"Oh, don't let me stop your fun,” he purred, voice gravel with how turned on he was. To his dismay, you had stopped, and when he saw your hands slowly start to pull away, he grabbed a wrist. "I didn't say stop."

He, instead, used his own hand, grabbing the bottom of your underwear, the part covered in a patch of your previous arousal, in his fist, and burnt it right off, leaving you with a charred strap around your hips.

Using the same, warm hand, he pressed it harshly to your clit, rubbing aggressively before copying your previous actions, flicking over the bundle of nerves. He watched with sparkling eyes, and a growing smirk how your eyes rolled back into your head.

A gasp left your lips when you felt his hand wrap around your neck, and squeeze, with the addition of his quirk, imprinting a handprint around your neck. "'s too hot, Dabi, too hot." You babbled, your own hand pawing at his wrist, but he held your neck with a vice grip.

"You can take it, baby. I know you can,” he grinned, finger quickening on your clit. "You've taken my cock before."

"B-But, please, Touya, please?"

Something inside of Dabi snapped, he retracted both hands, making you whimper and sputter for air before his hand whipped hard against your cheek, leaving a second hand print.

"Don't you dare fucking call me that again," his hands moved, dug into your waist and rolled you around, cheek smushing up against the foggy mirror, ass pressing right into his hard-on. "Nasty sluts wants to act like one, then they'll be treated like one."

Another hard slap given to your body, this time on your ass cheek. The stinging sensation went straight to your core, still aching and empty.

"Dabi, fuck me.” You whined, words slightly muffled from the mirror, your eyes shut in pleasure when he gave you another slap, over the same bruising spot as before.

Dabi loved your ass, so it was no surprise when he started to squeeze away at the flesh, leaving darkening spots and crescent dents on your skin.

"I'll fuck you when I feel like it." He grabbed for your hips again, pulling you closer to him, raising your hips with impressive strength until he was able to watch saliva ooze from his lips and onto your pussy lips, which were already shining under the fluorescent lights of the bathroom.

He watched as your hole fluttered around nothing, before dropping your hips back down to the counter and shoving two, thick fingers inside your hole.

"Fuck. Your pussy is so needy, sucking me in."

"More." You managed to get out between moans, hips thrusting back on Dabi's fingers, you were so desperate for a release. Dabi curled his fingers, stretching you out further, and pushing against one pleasurable spot within you.

"Cock hungry slut, that's what you are,” he added a third finger, your hole gaping around his fingers, your mouth fell open as a spew of curses and moans left your lips. "Say it."

"'m a cock hungry slut." You mindlessly blabbered, Dabi pulled his fingers out of you, watching your pussy clench again around nothing.

He grabbed his cock with his sticky fingers and pumped it a few times before pressing the ball of his piercing against your clit and dragging it between your folds, to where you needed him the most.

He pushed himself in, just the tip, his fat, pink tip that sent a chill down your spine from the stretch. "More." You groaned, throwing your hips back, hoping to get more of him.

"Relax, don't be such a greedy bitch." He presented you with another slap to your ass, before fucking you with the tip only, it wasn't enough, despite the toe curling stretch it gave you, it wasn't the fullness you desired.

Dabi slowly thrusted the tip in and out of you, watching as his Prince Albert piercing got coated in your slick. He grabbed a handful of your ass, spreading the cheeks apart before slowly bottoming out, he groaned as he felt your pussy swallow him whole.

Dabi hated slow sex, but what he hated more were greedy sluts, much like yourself, so to torment you, he went slow, like really slow.

His dick now glistening as he pulled out, then inching back in, then out before pulling right out. He grabbed his cock yet again, prior to him now slapping it against your ass.

His pre-cum dropping down onto your ass in tiny, white pebbles. Dabi took his middle and forefinger and wiped the semen off before bringing them to your pouty lips and shoving them right down your mouth.

He watched as you choked around his fingers, he pushed them as far as they could before curling them, really making you gag.

His eyes lit up when he saw tears swell in your own, breaking away and falling down your cheeks. Dabi moved himself closer to your face, tongue lolling out before licking up your salty tears.

He let out a groan at the taste before pulling his fingers out your mouth, pulling you by the back of your neck to the ground, forcing you to turn around to face him.

"Open up, pretty girl." Dabi was oddly being gently right now as he caressed your hair, you opened your mouth for him, tongue prodding out, he slid his tip over your tongue, back and forth, back and forth before plunging his cock into your warm cavity.

His hold on your hair tightened, yanking at your scalp as he brutally fucked your mouth, giving you no time to breathe.

Dabi ignored the scratches at his leg, looking down here his stomach continuously bumped against your nose, eyes spilling with tears, only then did he decide to pull out, giving you a second to catch your breath before thrusting back in.

His hands loosened from your hair, opting to wrap around your neck where his thumbs just pushed against your throat, feeling it bulge from his cock.

Your hands assisted your mouth, squeezing his balls while he bottomed out in your mouth. His thrusts turned sloppy and slowed to hard thrusts before he clamped your head within his hands and forced you to swallow his cum that dripped down your throat. When he moved his dick out of your mouth, a mixture of spit and cum fell from your lips.

What was surprising was how erect his cock still was. "Up," he commanded, when you stood up, he lifted you and threw you back onto the sink's countertop. He took a finger to your lips. "Spit."

And so you did, your saliva dropping onto his finger, he added his own to the mix before bringing it to your still very much needy heat, lubing up your hole.

Dabi wasn't going to be slow, not now, not anymore. He slammed himself back into your pussy and started to fuck you at a savage speed. He didn't care how your body slumped to the side from pure euphoria, you were just a fucktoy in the moment.

"'s good, Dabi!" You moaned, back arching, chest pressing against his, he could feel how your breasts bounced against his skin, scraping against the metal staples. "So deep."

Your arms linked around his neck where your nails found haven in his skin and scratched away, red lines on his real skin and dark purple at his grafted skin. He hissed when you lifted staples but it made his lower belly heat up and it stirred something inside him.

You clawed so hard at his skin that you drew blood, that started to situate underneath your nails.

The tip of his cock repeatedly nudged against your cervix, the dull pleasure sending sensations throughout your entire body.

In the heat of the moment, you kissed Dabi, something he scarcely ever did, was kiss someone yet he always made exceptions for you and only you (and still denies any feelings whatsoever).

The kiss was a sloppy make out, saliva dribbling down your chin, shared groans, huffs, and oxygen. The kiss broke from Dabi's forceful thrusts that sent your body back to the mirror, he was quick to bring his lips back to your body.

This time, his teeth clamped down on your shoulder, before he suckled on your skin, he moved onto another patch of skin, then another, until your entire neck was covered in vibrant spots and imprints of his teeth.

Your stomach tightened, you were close, Dabi could tell by your walls fluttering around him and so was he. Your hands fumbled for his hair, tugging harshly at it, a moan left his lips from the pain, his chin lifting upwards, mouth apart by a centimetre as heavy breaths left them.

His face was a few inches away from yours, you still held his hair, the hair covering his forehead now swept away, exposing his entire face, and lust blown eyes, you didn't want to admit it, but he looked beautiful.

Yet, he also didn't want to admit how he was also appealed by you right now (Dabi is thriving in denial), wishing to always have you like this since he was so captivated. "Dabi, I'm close." You moaned, Dabi brought a thumb to your lips where he gently rubbed your bottom lip. "Touya, 'm so close."

Dabi didn't care that you called him by his real name, in fact it edged him on, thinking it sounded pretty falling from your lips.

"I know, pretty girl, me too." He mumbled, hands going back to your waist to anchor you, you wrapped your legs around him, his body almost flush against yours before your stomach tightened further before bubbling, the knot coming undone as you creamed around his cock, a loud, melodic moan left your throat before Dabi was quick behind you.

His cum buried deep in your cervix, now a cocktail with your own before he pulled out, watching your pussy squeeze out the substances.

Dabi stood there, breathless. Watching your pussy with his head hung low, his shoulder muscles flexed before he pulled himself away from you, wiping his nose with a sniff and out the bathroom, not caring if anyone were to see his family jewels on display as he went to his room, truth was, he left because he was scared.

Scared of how warm he felt around you, how tingly and fuzzy he got, which was not like him, so he did what he does best, and left.

You cleaned yourself up with a shower, before crawling into bed, the night sent you into a blissful sleep, where your mind kept reeling over the words he mumbled to you when he came... "I love you."

How many screenshots of hawks did u guys take during the last episode,, be honest.

WHAT THE FUCK IS THISSS DUDE😭😭

His baby face was showing in some scenes and it lowk made me feel bad

an attempt at texts with dabi as your bf