Merry Yaoimas

The League of Villains planning their attack strategy is just Toga and Twice drawing a map of the area in crayon and Tomura and Spinner using legos they made to look like the league members to show them their positions— and they are dead serious about it the whole time while they all argue about the plans and keep moving the little lego figures around aggressively.

he built an igloo for his boss look how proud he is nobody talk to me

Hi love your work!! Was wondering if you could write the MHA boys (with dabi & hawks) hearing you sing the lyrics to Juno by Sabrina carpenter? ❤️

Love the new theme btw!!

MIGHT LET YOU MAKE ME JUNO ☆ MHA

⊹₊˚. featuring midoriya izuku, bakugo katsuki, todoroki shōto, kaminari denki, keigo takami, dabi, and their reactions to a lyric prank!

warnings. 18+, implied f! reader, discussions of pregnancy, suggestive & crack content lol

xoxo, juno. thank u for your request nonnie <33 i thought i’d try something new instead of writing.. comment & rb if you enjoyed!

Just a little experiment, but reblog if you love the League of Villains and dislike the bnha ending.

Warnings: smut w/o plot, cunningulus, f!reader, squirting, fingering, alcohol use, voyeurism Synopsis: after the war, you and Shigaraki spend time together while the rest of the League prepares for the final mission. Excessive drinking leads to a moment of intimacy between you and Shigaraki, with him tasting your cunt for the first time. Unbeknownst to you, your boyfriend Touya unexpectedly returns early and witnesses the scene A/N: this piece was commissioned on my Ko-fi page by my beloved @shonen-brainrot - I'm sharing this fic with her consent. Thank you for commissioning me, baby! I hope you enjoy it! Friendly reminder to everyone else: my writing commissions are open :)

MASTERLIST KO-FI COMISSIONS: OPEN

You spent a mere three months as a member of the League of Villains, yet during that brief period, you actively contributed to planning the Paranormal Liberation War. Despite the apparent "loss," you understood that, among other things, you achieved a strategic victory. After exiting the stage with Tomura and his other allies, you needed to keep a low profile, and so you did. Leveraging your quirk, Speed Recovery, you became a highly valuable asset to Shigaraki, aiding in the recovery of his injured allies.

Amid this intense three months period, you cultivated an unexpected understanding with the most enigmatic figure in the organization — Dabi. Astonishingly, he turned out to be the long-lost son of the Number One hero, Endeavor. Before you fully grasped it, you found yourself low-key "dating" - an understated term for the intensity of the connection. It encompassed spending endless hours together, engaging in profound conversations, and gradually closing the physical distance between you two.

Yet, an undercurrent of unease lingered as you sensed Tomura's discontent. Was he possibly envious of someone as seemingly ordinary as yourself? The uncertainty hung in the air, casting a shadow over the dynamics within the group.

You devoted considerable time meticulously plotting the retribution, even as you witnessed Tomura's growing anger and frustration. Reassuring him, you affirmed the intricacy of his plans, confidently asserting that soon you would unveil a lesson for the heroes, showing them their rightful place.

After the devastating War, Tomura visibly bore the weight of stress, engrossed in devising his next set of plans.

One evening, while the others were away preparing for the final mission, you and Tomura remained at the hideout, sipping from a shared bottle of vodka. The conversation delved into the details of the plan and the sacrifices it would inevitably demand.

Tomura took a sip, his crimson eyes fixed on you. "This mission will change everything. Sacrifices are inevitable."

You nodded, the weight of the responsibility settling in. "Yeah, but it's necessary. For a better future."

He smirked, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "A better future, huh? How optimistic."

You chuckled, recognizing his penchant for cynicism. "Well, not everyone can be as optimistic as you, Tomura."

He leaned back, fingers tapping against the bottle. "Optimism won't save us. Practicality will."

You smirked, appreciating the contrast in your perspectives. "Practicality and a bit of optimism won't hurt."

Tomura scoffed, taking another sip. "You're incorrigible."

You raised an eyebrow. "Coming from you, that's a compliment."

He chuckled, the corners of his lips curling into a rare smile. "Maybe. But let's not get too sentimental. We have work to do."

As the night wore on, the shared bottle of vodka dwindled, leaving both you and Tomura with a growing sense of intoxication.

"Thanks for the refill," you slurred appreciatively, the alcohol already making its presence felt.

Tomura, seemingly affected by the spirits as well, mused, "Can't believe Dabi didn't teach you how to drink."

You chuckled, the room swaying slightly. "Guess he missed that lesson."

With a nonchalant shrug, Tomura rose, tossing the empty bottle effortlessly into the trash bin. He went to a nearby cabinet, retrieving another bottle of alcohol and two fresh glasses.

You protested, waving your hands, but he poured you another drink, raising an eyebrow. "How are things between you and our lovely Todoroki, by the way?"

The question struck a chord, and you frowned, feeling a bit uncomfortable at the sudden turn into personal territory. "Well, you know, complicated," you replied evasively, taking a sip to buy some time.

Tomura leaned back, swirling his drink, his gaze fixed on you. "Complicated, huh? Must be quite a story."

You sighed, the alcohol loosening your tongue. "Yeah, it is. But we manage."

He nodded, taking a thoughtful sip. "Managing is something, I guess."

You attempted to shift the conversation away from your relationship with Dabi, bringing up other topics, but Tomura proved relentless. With a cocky grin, he circled back to Dabi, probing for more details.

"Come on, spill it. I want to hear the juicy bits," he taunted, swirling his drink with an unsettling confidence.

Sighing, you relented a little. "It's not that interesting, Tomura. Just the usual ups and downs. Nothing to discuss."

He leaned in, a dark glint in his eyes. "Ups and downs, huh? Sounds like there's more to it."

You rolled your eyes, realizing that steering the conversation away from Dabi was an uphill battle. "Can we talk about something else, Tomura? There's a whole world out there."

He chuckled, his laughter carrying a sinister undertone. "The world can wait."

As the night wore on, Tomura's questions became more probing, his tone growing darker and more insistent. He seemed to revel in the discomfort he caused, savoring every tidbit you reluctantly shared about your tumultuous relationship. Tomura got up, the creaking floorboards announcing his movement as he paced around the room. He cast a sly glance in your direction, the dim light highlighting the eerie grin on his face. "You know," he began, still walking, "I always suspected there was more to Dabi. But Endeavor's son? Now, that's interesting."

You shifted uncomfortably, eyeing him as he continued to circle the room. "Yeah, surprising, right?"

He chuckled, a sinister edge to his voice. "Perfect, actually. Vengeance is a powerful motivator. It'll make him even more useful for our cause."

Tomura took a place beside you on a worn-out couch, his arm casually wrapping around your shoulders. He poured another drink, his dark eyes never leaving yours.

You gave a weak smile, feeling a little uncomfortable under his scrutinizing gaze. The tension heightened as his arm tightened around your shoulders, and he handed you the freshly poured drink.

"To unexpected alliances," he proposed, raising his glass.

You clinked yours against his, the liquid burning down your throat, the room spinning with a mix of alcohol and Tomura's ominous presence.

As Tomura poured another round, he seemed undeterred by the growing level of intoxication. The air was thick with the scent of alcohol.

In the midst of another casual conversation, Tomura, with an unsettling nonchalance, steered the dialogue back to Dabi. "Did he fuck you already?" he inquired abruptly, his tone cutting through the drunken haze that surrounded you.

Your cheeks flushed, and you visibly squirmed in discomfort at the unexpected and personal nature of the question. "It's none… None of your… Bussiness, Tomura," you hiccuped.

"Come on now, spill it. Did he or didn't he?" he pressed, a mocking grin playing on his lips.

You sighed, feeling the weight of the question. "Tomura, that's really none of your business…"

Tomura's grin widened, and he leaned back, seemingly pleased with your discomfort. "Sounds like a yes to me. Dabi's got taste, I'll give him that. Was he a gentleman, delicately tending to your needs, or more like a dog in heat, just claiming what's his?"

Your face burned hotter as you bit your lower lip, desperately downing the glass of vodka, and quickly covering your mouth after. "Something in between," you mumbled, your words slightly slurred.

Shigaraki chuckled darkly, throwing his head back. "Mmmm, I see. What a pity then. You deserve to be taken care of, baby. Such a little, pretty villain," he reached his gloved hand out and touched your cheek. The gloved touch sent shivers down your spine. "Did he eat your pussy?"

The nausea welled up inside you, and all you wanted was to escape to your tiny room and lie down. You nodded, managing a weak, "Yes," hoping it would satisfy Shigaraki and put an end to the uncomfortably intimate interrogation.

Tomura grinned, placing his glass on a tiny coffee table. He simply leaned in, crushing his lips onto yours without seeking your consent.

In your intoxicated state, attempts to push him away were feeble. His lips bore the flavor of vodka, but strangely, you found yourself not entirely opposed to the unexpected kiss. A part of you didn't mind what was happening at all, so you casually moved your lips against his in a dance influenced by the haze of alcohol.

Before you could fully comprehend the situation, his gloved hand, adorned with only two fingers covered by a black leather, slipped between your thighs and beneath the plain skirt you wore. His touch started at your thigh, skillfully massaging the soft flesh, while slowly ascending.

A gasp escaped your lips as a strange warmth began to build within your abdomen. You cursed yourself for reacting this way to your boss. You shouldn't be feeling like this; after all, you had a boyfriend. What would he think if he knew how Shigaraki's touch was affecting you? You blamed the intoxication for clouding your mind, and even if you desired to push Shigaraki away, you felt powerless; your hands seemed to weigh a ton.

Gloved fingers teased you through your panties, eliciting a gasp that escaped past your parted lips. You bit down on your lower lip, the sensations proving intoxicating, clouding the last remaining rationally-thinking parts of your brain.

As your head lolled back, resting against the back of the couch, Shigaraki licked the column of your neck. "Shhh, shhhh, it's okay. Ain't gonna hurt ya, sweetie. I just wanna make you feel good, like Dabi never did, I bet."

Shigaraki pushed the fabric of your panties aside, his touch careful as he rubbed against your folds, discovering they were already slick with your excitement. He grinned, licking his lips. "Look at you," he chuckled, hiccuping a little. "Mmm, already so wet for your boss. That's the attitude I like."

Shigaraki rose from the couch, a hiss escaping him as his pants grew uncomfortable, his dick tenting the fabric. He knelt down, parting your thighs, and took hold of the sides of your panties, skillfully tugging them down your legs until they were off completely. Bringing the garment to his nose, he sniffed it like a wild animal, licking the damp spot on the material and growling in anticipation. "Fuck," he muttered, his other hand palming himself through the fabric of his pants.

As the man licked a stripe along your slick folds, a loud whine escaped your lips, and you leaned back fully against the couch. Slowly, you brought your hand to your mouth, covering it as if to prevent all the moans from escaping. It felt so wrong, yet oh so right at the same time.

Shigaraki closed his lips around your clitoris, fervently sucking the swollen bud into his mouth. This left you writhing beneath him, moaning like a cheap whore you apparently were at that moment. His bare fingers, devoid of glove, expertly rubbed your entrance as Shigaraki continued to lap at your slick folds. The obscene noises he made filled the air, his head shaking left to right to increase the friction you sought with every roll of your hips, each movement trying to push your cunny further into his face.

"O-Oh, God…" you whimpered.

Shigaraki chuckled slightly before slipping his tongue into your entrance. It was the moment you arched your back, sliding one of your hands into his white hair, tugging it to bring his face and mouth closer to your heated core.

He skillfully fucked you with his tongue, his gloved fingers simultaneously massaging your clitoris, causing your wetness to spill all over his eager tongue. "Mhmmm," he grunted, still palming himself through his pants.

Lost in the throes of passion, neither of you heard the door opening. Little did you know that the rest of the League had returned to the hideout.

Dabi stood in the doorway leading to Shigaraki's office, his turquoise eyes wide open as he witnessed the scene unfolding before him — his boss, someone he had once considered a friend at some point, and his girl, getting laid.

Meanwhile, Shigaraki resumed lapping at your entrance, growling like an animal at your scent and taste. In contrast, you were already a moaning mess.

"I fucking love your little cunt," Shigaraki declared, kissing your swollen clitoris before returning to licking your dripping hole.

Dabi felt anger and jealousy building up within him, but he also sensed some primal desire. Casually closing the door, he walked over to the two of you, nonchalantly dipping down next to you on the couch. "Well, well, I see you two are having some fun, huh?" he growled.

It was then that you snapped your eyes open, instantly attempting to push Shigaraki off your pussy.

However, your boss simply looked at Dabi lazily, and after kissing your cunt, he straightened up, wiping his lips from your juices glistening there with the top of his palm. "Todoroki, you're back already."

Dabi scoffed. "What do you fucking think you're doing, Tomura?" Dabi growled, igniting a little blue flame on his left palm while his right one rested possessively on your knee.

"And what does it look like? I'm eating her cunny out," Shigaraki replied, a wry grin on his lips.

"She's fucking mine, and you're fucking aware of that," Dabi reminded.

Shigaraki chuckled darkly, waving his hand. "Oh, don't be such a dog in the manger. I didn't fuck her, yeah? Just licked her tiny cunt. That's not a fucking crime, is it?"

Dabi breathed angrily through his nose. "I can see you got fucking turned on just by her taste," he scoffed, glancing at the tent in Tomura's pants.

Shigaraki unselfconsciously palmed his dick, tilting his head to the side. "Can you blame me? Look at her, such a little naughty villainess we have here. And her taste is intoxicating."

Dabi scoffed again. "Imagine that I know, as I've fucked her many times already."

Tomura ran his bare fingers up and down your cunt. "Don't be angry at her, it's my fault. We got a little too wasted, and I kind of couldn't stop myself when I smelled her wetness," Shigaraki explained, pointing his chin at the coffee table and the empty bottle of alcohol and glasses.

Dabi shook his head in disapproval and reached his hand out, catching your chin between his index finger and thumb, tilting it so you faced him. "You're such a naughty whore, getting wet for him? Pathetic."

Your cheeks were still flushed. "S-sorry, Touya…" you whined pathetically.

Dabi looked into your half-opened eyes. He couldn't deny the twitch in his pants as he saw you so vulnerable and exposed. The idea of letting some other guy fuck you while he watched had always lingered in the dark corners of his twisted mind. Now, the opportunity presented itself. "You liked him licking your cunt, hmm?"

You bit at your knuckle, slowly nodding your head for yes.

Dabi sighed. "Fine. Make my girl cum," the scarred man ordered, looking at Shigaraki. "But don't you fucking dare to put your fucking, pathetic cock into her. That's exclusively mine privilege."

Shigaraki cocked his eyebrows, "Who do you think you are to boss me around, Dabi?"

Touya grinned nastily. "Seriously? Your cock already makes a damp spot in your pants, man. I know you want her. So give her what she wants. Make her fucking cum. Let her decide which one of us eats her pussy better. I'm sure she's gonna choose me."

"T-Touya, I.." you started, but your boyfriend placed his fingers on your lips, sealing them.

"Shut up and spread your legs wider like the good whore you are," he instructed.

You nodded hesitantly, following his words.

Shigaraki grunted, seeing your pussy spreading open just for him. He instantly dived between your legs, lapping at your folds again, making slurping noises and eating your cunt so intensely that the base of his nose nudged your swollen clitoris, making you whine.

Dabi watched the scene with a stoic expression attached to his scarred face. He reached one of his hands around your shoulders, bringing you closer to him so you rested your side against his chest. His other hand grabbed the hem of your skirt, hoisting it up your hips to provide himself with a better view of your drenched cunt and Shigaraki diving between your legs.

"You're such a needy whore," Dabi whispered into your ear, moving the arm he had wrapped around your shoulders to unbutton your shirt and fish out one of your breasts from the cup of your bra, fondling it gently. "So fucking wet. Look at the mess you made on this bastard's face."

You were whining, resting one elbow on Dabi's lap, moaning even louder as you felt his hardened cock making a bulge in his jeans.

Shigaraki slipped his gloved fingers into your cunt, massaging your inner walls.

Dabi grasped your chin and tilted your head, sloppily kissing your lips. Your tongues danced together.

Shigaraki spat down on your pussy, spreading his saliva all over your folds with his thumb. After that, he returned to sucking your clitoris while finger-fucking you.

You moaned in Dabi's mouth, breaking the kiss to bite your knuckle again as your thighs trembled after Tomura hit that super-sensitive, spongy spot deep within you. "Fuck…" you whispered, your eyes watering. "Holy shit."

Dabi chuckled darkly. "That's it, doll, let it go. Cum. I know you want to cum."

"Yes, d-daddy," you moaned and reached both hands to slip them in Tomura's messy hair, bringing his face closer to your dripping cunt to ride your orgasm all over his tongue and lips.

"Don't you fucking dare to stop licking her cunt. Stick your ugly tonuge out," Dabi instructed, and to his surprise, Shigaraki obeyed.

You grinded your pussy against you boss' flexed tongue, moaning louder and louder until your pussy clenched around his fingers, leaving you trembling all over your body, moaning and panting.

Of course, Dabi decided it was not enough, so he reached his hand down your body to gently rub your clitoris, only to spank it with his heated up fingers a few times.

You bucked your hips more until you squirted all over Shigaraki's face, moaning both their names as if it was the last prayer of your life; your runny juices covered your boss' chin, nose and lips, dripping down his cheek to his chest.

Shigaraki also panted and groaned, the damp stain on his crotch expanding, signaling he just came, too.

Dabi kissed your cheek, glancing down at Shigaraki. "Look at you, boss, getting so turned on by a mere woman. That's surprising," he rose from the couch, adjusting his hardened dick in his pants. "Now excuse me, I'm taking my girlfriend to my room so I can fuck her the way she likes the most," Todoroki easily scooped you up in his arms. "Oh, and thanks for preparing her for me. I appreciate that a lot."

face-sitting , kinda fluffy at the end, idk loser tomura (college au)

"god, you suck at this."

"it's my first fucking time, i told you that." he groans as he attempts to eat you out, your hands in his long hair— "tomu, you keep missing my clit." you can tell he's getting frustrated.

"get off." you mumble, pushing his face away from your pussy— you watch as he leans back, and if you could pinpoint his feelings you'd think he's about to cry.

"lay on your back, I'll just hump your face." you mumble out, watching his face change from disappointment to excitement as he lays on his back, one of his hands flipping his hair up to get comfortable.

you climb on top of him, finger lightly tracing the skeleton on his oversized hoodie as you do before your legs are on either side of his head.

he's blessed, he thinks— your sticky pussy is gonna be rubbing all over his face, using him as your toy. he's so close to cumming.

you sink your hips until you feel his lips against your pussy, your manicured fingers dipping into his hair, "stick your tongue out all the way." you demand, and he listens— his tongue lolls out of his mouth, the warm muscle already grinding against your clit.

"good boy." you hum, grinding your pussy against his tongue— his tongue occasionally dipping into your hole as your clit bumps his nose.

he's moaning into your pussy, white-knuckling the sheets as you fuck his face.

finally, he's finally fucking good for something.

you speed up your hips, as you begin to moan— some of your juices falling down his cheeks n chin as he attempts to drink all of you up— you taste fucking amazing, he thinks.

"ohhh fuck, tomu. feels s'good baby, g'nna cum all over your face."

he growls into your cunt, arms wrapping around your thighs— "fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," he chants into your pussy— maybe it's because your close to cumming, or you're extremely horny but, the way he's slobbering on your pussy and panting into you is really doing it for you, "cum on my fucking face— cum, cum, fuck please, please. wan' you t'cum really, really bad. please." he begs.

"oh fuck, oh fuck— holy shiiiii-iit!—" you gasp, attempting to pull your hips off of his face only for him to hold you there. he wants to look up at your but your stupid skirt is in the fucking way.

once you come down from your high, he finally lets you go and you sit on his chest.

tomura's eyes squint, his face is flushed a bright pink instead of his usual pale skin and maybe just maybe, you could say you like this guy.

"can you be my girlfriend?"

"no."

"please?"

"okay, fine."

now you have to drag this pathetic loser everywhere on campus, your friends will have a field day with that. you place your hand over his cock only to jump slightly at the wet damp spot on his pants— "did you fucking cum on yourself?" you laugh out, as you wipe your hand on his chest.

"fuck you, it's your fucking fault. get off of me." he groans in embarrassment and pushes you off. you pout as you lay beside him, eyes scanning the room for your panties.

tomura gets on top of you,

"you aren't fucking me."

"i'm not trying to." he huffs as he wraps his arms around you, laying his head on your chest in a silent attempt to thank you.

✧ dabi x reader

⋆ content: bf dabi, domestic kinda, suggestive, fluff?, basically just dialogue, smoking

the sunlight seeps through the sheer curtains in the apartment and the clock ticks every second quietly. it's late morning.

yawning, you open your bedroom door and step out into the living room.

dabi's already awake, standing outside on the veranda with a cigarette between his lips. "g' morning," you mutter, peeking your head out to talk to him. "ah, finally awake, sleeping beauty?" he replies, exhaling a puff of smoke and taking the cigarette in between his fingers.

"yeah. did you eat breakfast?"

he turns his head to look at you, "i'm havin' it right now.'

you scrunch your eyebrows, "you can't have cigarettes for breakfast."

"i can."

"you need to eat real food."

"nah."

"dabi," you deadpan, running a hand through your hair.

"fine, then i'll just pour myself a cup of coffee." dabi responds, shrugging. you watch in exasperation as he puts out the cigarette and reaches for a new one, lighting it again.

"you can't have cigarettes and coffee for breakfast," you say, frustrated.

he chuckles, "oh, but i can."

you click your tongue, "why are you so stubborn? i'm gonna make us breakfast and you're going to eat it."

"nah."

"dabi--"

"fine, you really want me to eat something?" he asks, dropping his cigarette to the ground and stepping on it.

"yes, i do. you need to stop skipping meals," you chide.

dabi chuckles, stepping back indoors and closing the veranda door. "you're so sweet n' cute, looking out for me."

"alright, fine, if you insist.." he trails off, approaching you with impending steps and a smug grin. "--then there's only one thing i have an appetite for."

you falter at his sudden close proximity. you open your mouth to speak, but a sharp gasp escapes instead when his hand suddenly reaches forward and cups your clothed pussy.

"if ya really want me to eat a proper meal for breakfast, then spread your legs for me, girl."

ASHES FIRST PT 2

Dabi x Hero!Reader

NSFW, breeding kink, post-orgasm overstimulation, mild dubcon, power imbalance, restraint, Dabi being rough, 18+ ONLY

You expected him to pull out.

He didn’t.

Instead, he rocked into you again—slow, almost teasing now, even as your body spasmed around him, spent and slick.

“W-what—” you gasped. “Dabi, you—fuck, stop—”

He laughed, low and cruel. “Stop? Oh no, sweetheart. We’re just getting started.”

Your eyes widened as he rutted back into you, cum still dripping out around his cock as he pushed deeper, harder. The overstimulation hit fast—your nerves already raw, your clit throbbing from release. You tried to squirm away, but the restraints held, and Dabi’s grip on your hips turned bruising.

“Look at you,” he said, voice rough. “Shaking like a bitch in heat. I can feel your cunt sucking me in like it wants more.”

“N-no—” your voice cracked, your back arching, “Dabi, I can’t—”

He cut you off with a sharp thrust that knocked the breath out of your lungs. “Yes, you fucking can. You’ll take every drop until it sticks.”

Your second orgasm hit you too fast—white-hot and brutal. Your body betrayed you completely, back arching as you came again around him, sobbing from the sheer force of it.

But Dabi didn’t stop. If anything, he sped up.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he growled, fucking you harder, relentless. “Squeeze me like that again. Milk every last drop outta me. You think I won’t fill you a second time?”

You were a mess—sweat-slicked, tied up, legs spread and twitching while his cock kept pounding into your overstimulated core. His cum was already leaking down your thighs, and he was still going, chasing another release like he needed it.

“You feel that?” he breathed, pressing a hand low against your belly. “That’s me, so fucking deep inside you. Gonna keep cumming in this tight little hole until it takes.”

Your mind was breaking—every thrust setting your nerves on fire, every filthy word sinking under your skin. Your body was too sensitive, too full, but your hips kept moving, chasing more without thinking.

“Fuck, I can’t—” you whimpered.

“Yes, you can,” he hissed. “You will. You’re mine now. Gonna breed you until your body forgets who you used to be.”

He slammed into you one last time and came again—hot, thick, and endless—his cum spilling into you in waves. You swore you could feel it in your gut, filling every inch, leaking out even as he stayed buried, grinding slow.

Your legs wouldn’t stop shaking. Your brain was fogged with the aftermath, your body slick and raw and owned.

Dabi didn’t move for a long moment.

Then—“Hope you’re ready for round three, sweetheart. Because I’m not pulling out ‘til I see your belly swell.”

yoinked