One Time My Mother Came Up Behind Me From In The Kitchen (I Did Not Know She Was Anywhere Near There,

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Mirror, Mirror, Brat Tamer

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[NSFW] ‼ 18+ >MDNI<

Summary: You are a brat. This is known, and there's no changing that anytime soon.

Dabi loves trying to fuck it out of you anyway, even if he wouldn't have you any other way.

Pairing: Dabi/F!Reader

Content Warning: Mirror Sex Rough Sex, Daddy Kink, Cockwarming, Dacryphilia, Praise Kink, Orgasm Control, Light Spanking, Begging, Creampie, Body Worship, Light Dom/Sub, Brat Tamer Dabi, Brat Reader, Submissive Reader, Dabi has Genital Piercings

Word Count: 5K

Disclaimer: Character belongs to Kohei Horikoshi

A/N: So this is a rewrite basically, kinda, since it's the same as my ShigaDabi fic by the same name in Ao3, just altered to suit.

My Ao3 is the same username if you wanna go there

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There are many ways one could describe you. A menace, a gremlin, a brat. And you could attest to being those things occasionally.

Like today, when you decided to tease your boyfriend but then step just out of reach of scarred and stapled hands, grinning impishly as you did so, or pouting and complaining about Kurogiri not getting the right snacks, then ignoring your boyfriend telling you to knock it off, only apologizing after seeing the genuine displeassure on your partner's face, you could admit you were being a brat.

And you revel in being a brat, because being a brat gets you fucked stupid.

But you wouldn't exactly describe yourself as shy. You aren't timid, though maybe a bit reclusive and withdrawn, but you're not really shy.

Though there's something about being exposed and spread wide in front of a mirror that makes you shy away. You've had sex in front of a mirror before, but you mainly just saw your face or side profile, and even then you're usually distracted enough to not be that embarrassed.

This though, was very different.

Sitting on Dabi's lap is different in front of a mirror. Both of you completely naked, Dabi's hands holding your legs spread wide, showing your cock-stuffed cunt, his dick half hard yet still thick enough to spread you open, your face and chest flushed, brows pinched and eyes averted; only catching glimpses of the way you look in Dabi's lap by accident, the way your pussy lips are puffy and soaked in your slick, leaking around him, and you bite your lip in embarrassment.

This wasn't the plan.

You thought you'd be thrown onto the bed and fucked into oblivion until you sobbed, just how you liked it but no. After opening you up slowly, meticulously, on slick, long, heated fingers, edging you three fucking times, then sitting you on his cock, Dabi sat at the edge of the bed, holding you in his lap, fingers digging into the meat of your thighs to spread and torture you.

Dabi has you just sitting on his cock, not moving, not doing anything, while you leak around him like a fucking faucet, pussy throbbing from the teasing neglect. Just a warm hole for him to use.

"Such a pretty cock warmer, yeah?" Dabi says, grinning roguishly as he gives your thighs a quick, heated squeeze, spreading you impossibly further.

Your eyes clench shut as you bite the inside of your cheek to fight off the quiet whimper threatening to come out of your mouth, your fingers digging into the sheets beside Dabi's hips. You regret not begging when you should've. Why did you have to be such a stubborn fucking brat?!

"Not gonna look?" Azure eyes trained on your face in the mirror, he noses at your neck, murmuring. "Don't be shy baby, I'm just showin' you how good you look warmin' my cock for me, hm?"

You know this is both a punishment and a game. You've been a little extra mouthy and bratty to Dabi lately, so maybe this is what you get for being a little shit. To sit on his cock and be the good little hole that you are, warm and pliant. You try to shift, to get even the tiniest bit of friction, but your eyes crack open when the grip on your thighs tighten, definitely leaving pretty bruises in their wake, stilling you.

Catching a glimpse of your body in the mirror, you see how still you're being held, the exception being your heaving chest; your tits moving with every breath. You want to look away, but you catch Dabi's gaze through the mirror.

Dabi lets out a pleased, "Mmm, there we go.", when you finally look up into the mirror without averting your gaze again. "So fuckin' pretty." He breathes, mismatched lips pressing kisses into your neck, lidded gaze focused on you.

You quickly run out of the little patience you had. You don't want to just sit here, being teased and humiliated, not even allowed to touch yourself. It's not fair.

"Fuck me." You finally demand, voice shaky. Your hand grips at Dabi's thigh, your eyes hot and sharp. You just want to be fucked stupid dammit!

"No." Dabi says flatly, holding your gaze, eyes level and focused.

The refusal makes you go rigid for a second before your lips start to wobble, eyes shining with unshed tears.

"That's not how we ask for things." Dabi murmurs, pressing a kiss to your temple as he sees the desperate expression on your face, before continuing. "My little brat needs to learn to behave. Learn some fuckin' manners."

You whimper as you try in vain yet again to grind down on the hot cock seated inside you, the most you manage is clenching around him.

"Mm, you just keep tryin' to suck me in. Tryna milk me?" You let out a moan at that, both of you feeling the way your walls tighten around the hardening cock inside you and Dabi's grin is sharp.

Dabi kisses, mouths and bites at the nape of your neck hungrily, his cock giving an enthusiastic throb as your hole twitches around him. Stuffed and untouched, with just his words and kisses, you feel like you could come with just a single touch to your clit, or even some friction.

Finally fully hard, nestled right up against your cervix, you feel your control and sanity about to snap.

You really just need to be pounded into the fucking bed.

"Please, Dabi. I'll behave, I'll—hnn— I'll be good, just fuck me, plea-se.", you beg, voice cracking as you whine and wiggle in Dabi's grasp but not able to move as much as you would like.

Dabi, being the tease and bastard that he is, doesn't give you what you want just yet, despite his cock giving an eager pulse, the sound of you begging too fucking good, going straight to his dick. You whimper and cry, saying whatever you need to, to make Dabi want to fuck you, losing your shame, but you still don't get what you want yet; Dabi just watches, massaging your thighs and chuckling lowly as your eyes well up with tears.

"Alright, Love." He finally gives in; his baby was so very polite and adorable after all. Lowering your legs between his, making you keep your thighs together, still sitting perfectly in his lap, he asks, "Think you've learned your lesson, Doll?"

Yeah, when I've been a brat but wanna get fucked asap, beg and ask for forgiveness asap! You nod obediently, outwardly docile and innocent; complacent.

Muttering "Use your words, and remember your manners." into the skin just below your ear, eyes pinning you in place, Dabi rubs his thumbs in circles where they rest on your inner thighs.

"Yes, Daddy, I'm sorry." You breathe, almost panting with anticipation.

Dabi hums. It's a pleased, low sound that makes the hairs on the back of your neck raise. He presses a kiss where his lips rest, murmuring "Good girl, Y/N." lowly in your ear.

You truly thought Dabi would finally fuck you now. Fat cock fully hardened, stretching your cunt so, so good, he throbs inside the gripping heat and you feel all of it.

Every inch, every vein, every bar of steel, every single pulse of hot flesh inside you, resonating like a brand from within you, and you need to be thoroughly split in half on that cock.

Grinding your hips impatiently, you go to immediately start bouncing on his cock, already halfway up, only for Dabi's left arm to wrap around your waist, his hand gripping your side tightly and pulling you back down to his lap, forcing you down even more than before, so his cock would stay deep inside your quivering hole, dragging a shaky moan from your lips, eyes clenching shut.

Dabi's other hand holds your face, fingers pressed into your cheeks, muttering "Watch.", making you look at yourself in the mirror. The tears gathered in your eyes finally fall as you moan weakly, your eyes pleading.

"Daddy, please," you sob out a whine, your voice high as your chest heaves with a gasp, holding your own teary, gaze in the mirror.

The hand holding your side loosens enough, just for some breathing room but not to the point where you could move, while the hand on your face doesn't let go, only shifts.

Hand now gripping your chin, middle finger stroking at a pulse point, thumb rubbing at your botton lip, he breathes, "See how pretty you look, Dolly?" Your lips part, tongue darting out to lick at the thumb, before Dabi slips it in to press at the wet muscle and pressing a kiss to your cheek, tasting the salt of your tears on his lips, when he gets a small nod and sound of agreement in response.

Though Dabi wishes for a more verbal response, he knows not to push you too much, not right now. All in due time.

For now, his good girl deserves to get what she wants. Because for all that you are a brat, you're Dabi's brat, and Dabi says his good girl deserves to be spoiled, though you do have to work for it this time.

"Now, I was gonna fuck you into the bed, but you were impatient. How 'bout you be a good girl and put on a little show for me, hm?" He rumbles, fingers caressing your side, cerulean eyes hot on your skin.

You nod in response, not really even wanting to be a brat anymore, not right now. Right now you want to be a good girl, Dabi's good girl, and to be fucked, and is rewarded with another peck to the cheek.

"C'mon, stand for me, baby." Confused, you comply with Dabi's guidance, brows furrowed. The confusion is quickly ignored as the drag of the cock within you, piercings catching on your entrance, sends a shudder through you, a soft "mmf" escaping your lips.

Dabi doesn't bother to hide the borderline feral grin or gleam in his eyes, just guides you to the side of the bed.

Sitting up against the pillows, he pulls you back into his lap and in for a deep kiss, full of tongue and teeth.

Dabi licks into your mouth languidly, his tongue tasting and branding you all at once, heated hands gripping at your thighs, so close to where they're wanted but not complying, before he looks up and over your shoulder as he watches his own scarred hands grab and knead at the soft flesh of your ass possessively.

By the time he pulls away with a shiny, thin string of saliva still connecting your lips, you're a quivering mess.

Giving your ass a firm squeeze, he says, "You're gonna turn around and watch yourself bounce on my cock since you were so eager, yeah baby?" You whimper, at both the touch and the words, nodding, and after getting a pat on your ass, you quickly oblige; turning around so that your back is turned towards Dabi once again, knees bracketing scarred thighs, feeling the pulsing hardness against you.

A quick glance at your reflection makes you hesitate, a shaky sort of embarrassment washing over you.

Dabi pours some lube over his erection before running his knuckles down your back, ghosting over your ass and to your thighs. “Alright,” he breathes out, settling a hand on your hip, giving it a gentle yet firm squeeze as he guides you to lift up, “You know what to do, Doll.”

Biting your lip, you shakily lift yourself up, letting the hands on your hips guide you until you feel the tip of Dabi's cock catch against your entrance. You sink down, one hand reaching back to guide the cock in, letting out a moan as the velvety head pops inside. You try to sink down faster, take all at once, because you're ready dammit, the embarrassment fading away back into want, but the hand on your hip tightens warningly, making you slow down.

Dabi makes you take it agonizingly slow, piercings poping in one by one, sending a jolt to your nerves in the best way each time, to the point you aren't even sure how long it took, only that you let out a mix of a sigh and a whimper when you're finally fully seated again, feeling Dabi's scarred thighs flush against you. Heated hands slide up and down your sides as he kisses below your ear, whispering a soft ‘Good girl’ that makes you clench around him with a shuddering moan.

“Whenever you're ready, Love.” Dabi chuckles, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear before giving your hip a gentle squeeze, and leaning back, left hand remaining to just rest on your hip, thumb stroking lightly where it sits, while he props his other elbow up beside him on the pillows.

With trembling legs, you lift yourself up, till just the head is inside you, before dropping back down. You moan loud and gasping as the fat cock spears you so, so deep in this angle, the feeling of piercings dragging against your walls so torturously delicious.

The carnal craving for more sets in and with your hands planted on Dabi's knees to hold yourself steady, you quickly repeat the movement, until you're fucking yourself properly, seeing stars with every bounce, your tits bouncing and swaying with your every move. And you try. You try so, so hard to be good, to look at your reflection, because it's what your Daddy wants, and you can feel the searing gaze on you, but you can't help as your eyes roll shut as you lean your head back against Dabi's shoulder as you focus on moving, despite the burning in your thighs, because it feels so, so good.

Dabi allows you the reprieve of basking for a few moments, before he thrusts up into you as he taps at your hip bone and says, voice low in your ear, "Eyes open." On a gasping moan, you obey, peeling your eyes open, as the authority in his tone sends a shiver down your spine.

And as your eyes land on you both once more, you couldn't help but clamp down and grind.

“Dab-, Daddy,” you whine, now unable to tear your eyes away from your reflection of the way your bodies move together. Your breasts bouncing, nipples pert and neglected; and your skin seems to almost glow with the glisten of the sheen of sweat with every movement, contrasting artfully against the mosaic of Dabi's scars, skin and staples; his azure gaze electric.

“Like what you see, Gorgeous?” Dabi asks, voice practically a purr, “Fuck, squeezin' me so good, sweetheart.”

You give a panting agreement, eyes drifting to and trained on where Dabi's hand travels down over your thighs, ghosting over you weeping pussy and neglected clit but still not touching. And you feel the all consuming need to be touched, to be groped, to be claimed.

"Please" The panting, whimpering plea drips from your lips like honey, thick and so very sweet.

And Dabi can't help but tease you, can't help but want to hear you beg. "Please what, Baby?"

"Plea—ahhnn— please touch me." Is the airy whine, fingers digging into the healthy skin of scarred thighs so you have something to hold.

You get a pleased hum in response, before letting out a breathy moan when you see and feel blunt, black nails dragging over the sensitive flesh of your thighs and the crease of your groin, left hand on your hip, right hand trailing up your abdomen and chest, ghosting over your pebbled nipples, to cup your jaw, turning it towards him as mismatched lips capture yours in a deep, wet kiss, tongue stroking and teasing over your own, pulling away with a wet pop to trail down, over your jaw and throat, leaving trails of warm kisses and a hot, slick tongue licking and laving along the expanse of your neck and shoulder, leaving nips, bruises and brands in their wake; you automatically lean your head to the side to give him better access, reaching a hand back to tug at the raven locks as you continue to rock your hips as the pleasure builds and builds and you're on the edge.

Everything is too much and not enough, feeling so, so good finally having his mouth and hands on you again and you want to come but you can't, not without permission.

"Oh fuck, please, please, I—hnn— I wanna come," Dabi's teeth graze along the sensitive skin of your neck, smirk wide and feral before sucking on your pulse as his hands wander in opposite directions and you shiver at the way scarred hands look moving along your skin, all deliberate and precise.

His left hand trails over your thighs, up your abdomen, and to your tit, where he cups and kneads it before rolling the nipple between his fingers, as the other hand drags down, ghosting over your throat and other nipple, lightly pressing on your abdomen, applying pressure to his cock from outside, before splaying his fingers, petting at your slick pussy lips, all while he meets your every thrust. And you shake, panting and moaning and drooling and grinding, a string of babbled pleas spilling out as you throw your head back, eyes rolling back.

They fly open again when you feel a finger ghost over your clit, but all you can manage are gasps and breathy little pants and groans. Licking up the line of drool from your chin to the corner of your mouth, Dabi mumbles into the skin there, "C'mon, dance for me baby." He sounds amused and teasing and it shouldn't be that fucking hot.

Biting your lip, eyes unfocused and unseeing, you start bouncing again in earnest, ignoring your burning thighs, your movements less coordinated and more desperate now with you so close.

“Fuck, look how gorgeous you are, Doll,” Dabi groans, dragging your attention back to the mirror, hand roaming over your chest, alternating between your nipples, tweaking and rubbing them, and groping at the soft flesh, the other still moving over your cunt. “Love this, don't you, Baby?”

You grind and writhe on his cock, tears streaming down your cheeks, at the praise and touch, and all you can manage in response is an absent, moaning, "hnng, Uh huh.", as the coiling heat in your stomach builds and builds.

On a particular thrust, right up against your sweet spot, grasping for words, you manage to choke out, "Too—hah—too much. Please, Daddy, need to come." and when Dabi just licks the track of tears with a moan and a muttered "so fuckin' gorgeous", the sound and words going straight to your cunt, a sobbing whine rips out from your throat, "Hurts"

“Fuck, alright Sweetheart,” He groans into to your ear as he thrusts up into you, hand gripping your chest, as he finally, finally strokes a finger over your clit firmly, growling, “I got you, Baby.  Come for me.”

You get a last glimpse of yourself in the mirror, shaking, your face going slack, before you come with a sob, your head thrown back against Dabi's shoulder as your body stills and locks up; a string of babbled 'fuck, fuck, fuck, thank you, thank you, thank you's spilling from your lips, your mind whiting out. Distantly, you think you hear Dabi say something, something like a praise or a swear, could hear him moan while he continues to fuck up into you and use you, whispering against your ear how good you are, dragging out your orgasm, to the point it feels like your brain is oozing out of your cunt with every thrust.

Just as you're coming down from your own high, blinking away black dots, you see Dabi's eyes roll shut, his lips parted as he tenses and buries himself inside of you to the hilt as he comes with a deep groan. Letting out a breathy, whiny moan at the overload that is that sight, sound and feeling, you roll your hips and clamp down as you continue to be pumped full of thick, hot come, feeling thoroughly branded as you milk him.

Panting and dazed, mind slowly coming back to focus, your gaze rakes over your reflection. From flushed cheeks, to your own heaving chest, to where you're still connected and where you could see Dabi was still shallowly thrusting in and out of you, still half hard and creamy come spilling out the sides, before stilling, just buried and stuffing you full as you collect your breaths.

Dabi shifts to get the bottle of water from the nightstand, opening it and pressing it to your lips, coaxing you to drink and you oblige. When you're done, after drinking half, Dabi drains the rest, shifting again to put it back beside the bed.

But in his shifting, he jostles you, unknowingly making his halfhard cock grind against your sensitive walls and you startle at the jolt to your nerves.

Already not being able to really take your eyes off of your reflection, the stimulation makes your mind blank.

Dabi presses a kiss to your shoulder before settling his hands on your waist to lift you, to finally give you rest and love and care.

Swallowing dryly, you feel another wave of want wash over you.

You shouldn't.

You're tired, sore and full, but you want.

And you are a brat at heart. A cock dumb, greedy brat, and you want more.

Without thinking, you reach down to press a hand to your stomach, moaning as you could feel his cock move with the instinctive twitch of his hips, then trail down to where you're connected, rubbing at your joint flesh, fingertips now covered in your sticky juices, before pulling away, getting a questioning sound from Dabi.

Biting your lip, your gaze travels back towards the mirror as you again let your eyes drag over your bodies. With a small hum, you give a small roll of your hips, startling a quiet curse out of Dabi.

Your eyes meet in the mirror, Dabi scanning your expression. When all you do is bring your come soaked fingers up to suck and lap at them, hunger, want and pleading painted clearly on your face, he gives a sharp, wolfish grin in return.

Taking that as the assent it is, you tangle the fingers of your other hand in his hair and quickly turn your head so your lips could meet in a searing kiss. You feel Dabi immediately reciprocate, scarred hands fisted in your hair and roaming and groping along your flushed skin; slick, hot tongue laving over your lips before licking into your mouth, tasting himself, and you melt.

You feel his cock grow hard again within you, pulsing and twitching, and your legs go weak.

"Tell me what you want, Sweetheart. I'll give it to you.", Dabi murmurs against your lips, voice husky and reverent.

Eyes wide and pleading, looking hopeful and like you might cry again if you don't get what you want, you whisper, "Fuck me into the bed?"

Heated hands tighten in your hair and on your waist as Dabi wordlessly growls low in his throat, pulling you in for another firm kiss, before manhandling and maneuvering you, pulling you off of his cock with a squelch, and bending you over, pressing you into the bed.

On your chest and forearms, cheek pressed to the sheets, ass in the air, you shake with anticipation.

You hum a moan as Dabi rubs a thumb against your abused cunt almost possessively, stretching it and rubbing the spilling come into your slit like a claim, as he settles himself on his knees behind you.

Dabi slides both palms up your thighs and over the curve of your ass reverently, giving them a squeeze before his right palm meets flesh with a quick and sharp smack, just to watch it jiggle, dragging a gasping moan from you as you writhe at the sweet sting, hands fisting the sheets.

Kneading the stinging flesh soothingly, he spreads you, spitting right onto your twitching hole, the saliva mixing and dripping with the smeared spend. you gasp at the contrasting feeling, hips now swaying tantilizingly as you feel your arousal trickle down your thighs.

Left hand on your asscheek, spreading you open for him and gripping his length in the other, Dabi taps the head of his cock on your hole, not pushing in, just teasing it, rubbing against your folds and smearing the cum and slick there. At your hips pushing back, trying to get his cock in, and your sweet whining, Dabi presses just the head in.

And he gets exactly what he wants.

"Please, please, please, Daddy, more—", is the whining plea he's rewarded with for his patience, your voice laboured and so very wanton.

Your waist in a firm grip between his hands, Dabi presses in and out slowly, piercings dragging deliciously along your walls, and you moan long and low, before your voice chokes off in a gasp as Dabi snaps his hips foward again, flush against you.

As Dabi grinds into you there, you look up, at the mirror you momentarily forgot about, and you can't help but to clench around the fat cock splitting you, moaning out a breathy giggle in delirious pleasure at the sight.

Head thrown back in ecstasy, the column of his scarred, pretty neck bared, jaw clenched and sharp, muscles and abs taut, healthy skin, flushed and glistening with the sheen of sweat, contrasting prettily against the dark scars; staples gleaming in the light, and hands possessively gripping you, Dabi looks downright divine.

And when turquoise eyes open and pierce into you with a predatory grin, it should've prepared you for the next sharp thrust, but it didn't, and you gasp, eyes fixed on the sight of Dabi speeding up, drilling into you; your eyes roll back as all coherent thoughts are fucked right out of you, cock slamming straight into your cervix at a steady pace, a string of muttered 'yes, yes, yes's slightly muffled by the sheets, spilling from your drooling mouth.

Wanting to drag it out, Dabi slows down; fucks you hard and so very deep, dragging slowly out and quickly back in, over and over, grunting and moaning and groaning how good you feel, how nice and tight you are, how well you take him, how you're such a good girl for him, how fucking gorgeous you look, all as you sob and gasp and writhe under him at the sweet torture, clawing and grasping at the sheets like a life line; your body not knowing if it wants to run from the overwhelming pleasure or grind back against him for more, as your pussy flutters and gushes around him, creating a small pool of slick beneath you.

The sight of your back arched delectably, scattered markings on skin gleaming with sweat, and ass jiggling with every thrust, paired with usually fierce eyes, now soft, glistening gems, unfocused with lust and lost in pleasure, peaking through the curtain of hair splayed out like tendrils of silk, and kiss swollen lips parted, moaning and drooling, is ethereal and is almost Dabi's undoing. And it could very well still be. His hips jerk and speed up with wild abandon, pistoning into the pliant body beneath him, pounding you into the bed like you wanted, while pulling you back to meet his every thrust, as he watches the white, frothy ring of mixed come, lube and slick pool at the base of his cock and your hole.

If Dabi were to look up at your reflection, he would see a borderline beast, ravishing his meal with all the ferver of a starving wolf, eyes wild and teeth gritted in a feral mix of a snarl and a grin.

And when you clamp down on him like you never want him anywhere else ever again, cunt spasming and sucking him in on every thrust as you come untouched with a cry, soaking the sheets, Dabi can't help but follow, falling and curling over your back, left hand still gripping your waist, right holding his weight up, burying his face into the crook of your neck and his cock deep and grinding, painting your insides white yet again with a deep, gutural moan.

You stay like that, with Dabi inside you, his face in your neck, panting and basking in the afterglow for a few moments, before he presses a kiss to one of the marks left there on your neck and sits up.

He sighs almost dreamily as he takes in the sight of small shivers and aftershocks wracking your body, your pussy stretched and puffy around him, before slowly pulling out, shamelessly admiring the way his come drips out of the gaping hole, clenching around nothing, like it needs to be constantly filled.

He collects the dripping spend on two fingers before pushing it back in, getting a weak moan in response. Though, he pulls away after a few seconds, allowing his Doll reprieve, wiping his hands on the already dirtied sheets before gently turning you to the side.

You blink dazedly up at him, eyelids heavy and lips pouty. You look thoroughly, adorably fucked out, and Dabi couldn't help the soft, sappy smile that stretches across his face. And when he gets you smiling dopily up at him in response, arms stretching out to him, Dabi loves you impossibly more than he did yesterday.

He leans down to meet you, letting you wrap your arms around his neck, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips, then to your cheek, then to your eyelid, then to your forehead, before scooping you up and walking to the bathroom.

He'll get his baby nice and clean, warm and fed, then you'll go to sleep soundly in clean sheets, curled up around each other.

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I would like to request a Valentine's Day fic.

A UA student accidentally hits Aizawa with her quirk, Puppy Love, which turns anyone hit by it into a ditzy dog hybrid obsessed with the one they love for a week.

Mic is more than happy to give his puppy of a husband all the love and attention he needs. Ear scratches, chin strokes, belly rubs, and maybe something even more.

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Puppy Love

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[NSFW] ‼ 18+ >MDNI<

Summary: A UA student accidentally hits Aizawa with her quirk, Puppy Love, which turns anyone hit by it into a ditzy dog hybrid obsessed with the one they love for a week.

Mic is more than happy to give his puppy of a husband all the love and attention he needs. Ear scratches, chin strokes, belly rubs, and maybe something even more.

Pairing: Aizawa Shouta/Yamada Hizashi

Content Warning: Smut, Gay Sex, Rough Sex, Dry Humping, Anal Sex, Blowjob, Creampie, Dog Boy, Dog Hybrid Aizawa, Pet Play, Bottom Aizawa, Implied Switching, Married EraserMic, Fluff, Mildly Dubious Consent

Word Count: 3.8k

Disclaimer: Character belongs to Kohei Horikoshi

A/N: Second request! :D Happy late Valentine's Day!💖

I was very much supposed to post on V Day, but alas, Tumbr was not letting me post :( Idk if it was Tumblr itself or something else but yeah. But it's here! Hope you like it anon, I had no idea what to write for Vday and you came in clutch!💪

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Aizawa has never been a big fan of Valentine's Day.

He never really got the point of it. Of course he still celebrates it in his own way with his husband, because of course Hizashi loves all things love and Valentine's Day, but all the extra theatrics just seem like too much.

Seeing the halls of UA filled with bright eyed kids running around whispering about their crushes and infatuations, seeing some shyly gifting boxes of chocolates to their object of affection, them accepting them with blushing or poorly hidden smugness, he can already feel the incoming headache.

And of course something simply must happen.

As he's minding his business on his way to the teacher's lounge, a flustered girl bumps into him and there's a flash of pink light. He stumbles, head spinning and body tingling, before everything goes black.

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Hizashi was not expecting to be called into the infirmary because of his husband apparently getting into a quirk accident, yet here we are.

After rushing over, he's met with the sight of his seemingly unconscious husband on the bed, and is only not currently screaming because of the pure delight on Midnight's face as she hovers over him, snapping pictures.

He looks around the infirmary in confusion, seeing Recovery Girl and another student in the room, though she's very clearly nervous and looking ready to bolt.

"What's going on?", he asks out loud, not really caring who answers him.

Recovery Girl just sighs loudly and gestures over to Shouta, so Hisashi strides over.

And his brain promptly short circuits.

Because there is indeed Shouta, his husband, not unconscious, but laying on his side, curled up with his knees to his chest, and Hizashi's rapidly dilating eyes fixate on the fucking tail that's wagging and thumping against the bed, all black, silky fluff, as its owner covers his face with his hands. Then Hizashi's gaze snaps up to Shouta's head and he almost collapses. Because almost hidden in his inky hair, is a pair of soft, floppy ears, that twitch at the sound of his sharp inhale, and oh Hizashi wants to touch. He wants to pet him more than he's ever wanted anything in his life.

He forcefully restrains himself for now, because he knows if he starts, he won't be able to stop, and he needs answers first.

Pretty dark eyes peek out at him from between long fingers and the tail begins wagging even faster. Hizashi swallows thickly, willing himself to stay calm.

His neck feels like it's creaking when he turns to Midnight and manages to choke out, "Explain."

She seems far too delighted to do so.

"Well, my adorable little student Aiko-chan here accidentally hit him with her quirk in the hallway." She says, far too brightly. He takes a deep breath and stares at her, waiting for her to continue. She rolls her eyes before doing so. "It's called 'Puppy Love', isn't that adorable? Anyways, it just turns him into a dog hybrid with some.....side effects." She says with a sidelong glance and a devious smirk, something horrifyingly mischievous in that look.

Hizashi sighs, long and tired, sounding far too much like his husband, and reluctantly asks. "What kind of side effects?"

Midnight claps with a cackle, "I'm so glad you asked! Well, according to Aiko-chan, he'll basically lose his shame, and be absolutely obsessed with you, the one he looovveess~.

Hizashi drags a hand down his face, because he knows he absolutely would not be able to say no to Shouta for anything and now has the responsibility to ensure Shouta doesn't embarrass himself during all of this. "Okay, for how long?"

"A week!" Midnight chirps.

Hizashi wants to scream.

Before he can say anything else, he feels Shouta's hand on his and hears him sigh, "'Zashi."

There's so much adoration, near reverence, condensed into that one word that it makes Hizashi's heart lurch as an uncharacteristic, dopey smile takes over Shouta's face when he gets Hizashi's gaze on him again; dark eyes wide and bright as he looks at him, and Hizashi's breath gets caught in his throat.

Fuck, he's adorable.

"Aww, look how excited he is to see you." He hears more than anything the smirk in Midnight's voice as she coos, before continuing, "You boys better get home and, hm, take care, of each other. Don't want to give the kiddies a show now, do we?" That snaps Hizashi out of it, remembering that they're in the presence of other people, of a student, and he nods, looking over to Recovery Girl.

"Is he good to go?" He hopes the urgency in his heart didn't bleed into his words, and tries to ignore Shouta pawing at his face and clothes, thankfully not trying to undress him, just seeking attention.

"Yes, dear. Just be sure to keep him hydrated, and keep him away from food that dogs can't eat. Do your research before giving him anything. Nedzu already gave you both the week off for this, so rest easy." She hands him a handful of gummies, before going back to her desk.

He nods, thanking her as he guides Shouta out of the bed. He stumbles a bit, but eventually manages. Just before they leave, he hears shuffling to the side. "Um.." It's Aiko-chan, nervously playing with her fingers. "I'm really sorry, Sensei." Her voice wobbles, and Hizashi feels bad for most likely adding to her guilt.

"Hey, no worries, listener! It was an honest mistake, just be more careful next time, yeah?" He sends her a bright smile, valiantly trying to ignore the pure adorableness that is his husband at the moment, and moves on after he sees her shoulders relax. "I will, thank you, Sensei."

They somehow manage to get from the building to the car with minimal witnesses and much struggle, what with Shouta trying to climb him like a tree.

Isn't he supposed to be a dog???

By the time they get home, he feels like he's been run ragged.

It was a near battle trying to drive safely with an adorable man/dog hybrid trying to crawl his way into his lap almost the entire way there, all while miraculously not crashing the car.

He makes it to their couch, where he collapses and then promptly has a lap full of Shouta.

He can't help but laugh as Shouta showers him is licks and kisses along his mouth, cheeks, chin and neck, his hand moving up to pet his hair and ears affectionately, finally able to touch the soft fur there.

Shouta eventually settles down, situating himself across his lap and nuzzling his face into Hizashi's throat, a low rumble in his chest as he basks in his pets.

They doze off there together, Hizashi's hand buried in Shouta's soft hair, content smiles on their faces.

*****

Hizashi wakes up to movement on his lap.

He groggily peels his eyes open, only to snap fully awake at the sight before him.

Straddling his leather clad thigh, Shouta ruts his clothed crotch against the solid muscle there, eyes hazy and tongue lolled out from between parted, drooling lips.

Mind blanking, Hizashi's hands fly to Shouta's hips, gripping him there as he moves, and he groans low in his throat. "Fuck, you're that desperate for it, puppy?"

Shouta barely even seems to hear him in his pleasure as he continues to hump his leg like a, well, dog.

Hizashi leans in and licks the line of drool trickling down the corner of his mouth, while guiding Shouta's hips and rocking his thigh up into him on his next thrust, and Shouta cums with a high pitched whine.

As he comes down from his high, Hizashi peppers kisses to his face, bringing him back down gently, and Shouta dazedly smiles and licks kisses along Hizashi's lips, cheeks and throat in return.

When Shouta's fully settled, Hizashi takes a deep breath, steadfastly ignoring his own problem, and guides him up out of his lap. His pants are soaked through and leaking, which is not helping Hizashi's problem.

"Alright, let's get cleaned up and get something to eat, yeah?"

It's then that he really processes that the room is noticeably dimmer with the setting sun, so Hizashi decides he should definitely make dinner.

After cleaning up of course.

He manages to shift Shouta off of him, but as he moves to stand, he's startled by a loud and protesting whine. Shouta looks distressed and sad as he watches him like he's never going to see him again, ears and tail droopy.

Hizashi feels his heart simultaneously crack and melt at the devastatingly adorable display.

"We gotta clean up, baby. C'mon, Sho.", he says softly, trying to soothe him, and Shouta just whines again, but allows him to stand and follows suit.

Of course, he only agrees to do so if it's together where he can keep an eye on Hizashi, which he just agrees with with amusement.

Both now changed into sweatpants and tshirts, Hizashi's hair freshly washed and without all that product, tied in a low, loose bun, strands at the front framing his face, and Shouta's dark locks falling loosly in damp waves, Hizashi leads them to the kitchen, trying his very best to not focus on just how low on Shouta's hips the pants sit, comfortably below his tail but barely covering his dick.

He tries to leave Shouta on the couch where he'd be more comfortable, but Shouta is not having it.

"I'll be right back, baby. I'm just going to the kitchen to make us dinner." Hizashi tries to reason, but Shouta just lets out an adorable growly grumble and follows after him.

He huffs out a laugh, simply accepting his cute shadow. He's keenly aware of dark eyes following his every move as he moves about the kitchen making their dinner, making sure it's edible for dogs too, settling on a simple chicken stew. Halfway through cooking, he looks over to see Shouta seemingly intent on going in circles, pursuing his own tail, and he has to force himself to stifle a snort of laughter.

When he's finished with their food and setting the table, he gets a lick on his cheek as appreciation, and smiles softly at Shouta, knowing it's a puppy's way of kissing, and presses a kiss to the tip of his nose in return. He gets a pleased chuff in reply and they eat their dinner in relative silence, though Shouta is seated far closer to him than he usually is.

Hizashi's just thankful and relieved that he can still eat like a human being and not with his face buried in the plate.

After cleaning up, Shouta thankfully patient and calm as he does so, and with them fed and cleaned, Hizashi heads to the their bedroom with his shadow and settles into the bed, up against the headboard, preparing himself to continue with the book he's been reading for the past week, when he instead immediately has Shouta's head in his lap.

Hizashi just smiles fondly as he pets his ears and strokes his chin, chuckling softly at the little wiggle and chuff it elicits. The movement causes his shirt to ride up, showing off the abs and happy trail on Shouta's lower abdomen, and without thinking, Hizashi's hand is already there.

A purring rumble vibrates through Shouta as Hizashi drags his nails just below his navel, dark eyes glazing over.

And Hizashi swallows thickly. Oh this is dangerous.

Shouta is very much not in his right mind, he should not do anything to him, shouldn't have allowed what happened to happen.

But oh, the way Shouta peers up at him through lidded eyes and thick lashes, pink lips parted with soft pants.

Hizashi is suddenly very aware that a few inches further up, Shouta could notice Hizashi's losing battle of keeping himself from getting hard.

Biting his lip, Hizashi decides; Fuck it.

This is his husband, his very adorable husband, who has already long consented to things like this after previous quirk mishaps, it's really just Hizashi's hesitance holding him back. Granted, he's never been quite this out of it before, but it'll be fine.

Hizashi will take very good care of Shouta.

But, he'll be patient. He'll just go along with everything he can with what Shouta wants. He won't initiate anything.

That settles his conscience, as he continues to pet Shouta, enjoying just running his hand through his hair, lightly massaging his scalp, and stroking the fawn-soft ears, all while raking blunt nails over his stomach.

Shouta whines and snuffles when Hizashi starts to scratch behind his ears, moaning loudly when he grazes a spot right at the base. Fascinated, he rubs the spot again, harder this time, which makes Shouta moan louder as he flips over onto his stomach.

Hizashi pauses, thinking Shouta wants it to stop, but immediately buries his hand in his hair once again at the low whine he receives.

He's quickly entranced by the way Shouta's fluffy tail wags enthusiastically at his touch, and can't help but immediately caressing it, stroking it from the base to the fluffy tip.

"'Zashi, more." A pleading whine breaks his slurred speech and Hizashi pauses for just a second before resuming his ministrations, his own excitement growing with every little noise he strokes out of the other man.

Shouta snaps his head to face Hizashi, staring straight at his crotch because he can smell his arousal, and Hizashi feels his breath hitch at the look in those dark eyes.

He surges forward, nuzzling his face into his clothed crotch, and Hizashi can't help but swear loudly and tighten his grip on the hair in his hands as Shouta mouths against his tent. His breath is hot and saliva is quickly creating a wet patch from where he starts sucking on the fabric, and the sight of Shouta's head in his lap, mouthing along the side of his clothed dick, hands pawing at his thighs and abdomen, all while peering up at him with that eager, pleading expression is far too much too quickly, and Hizashi breaks.

Tugging his pants down, he frees his achingly hard cock from its confines with a hiss, murmuring, "Go for it, puppy."

Shouta happily envelops the tip in his hot, wet mouth, suckling on it. The heat of his panting breath hits his throbbing shaft as he laps and laves along it, wet and sloppy as he thoroughly enjoys his treat, and Hizashi throws his head back with a deep groan, chest heaving.

“F-fuck, good boy,” he pants, tangling his hand in dark hair just behind his ears, while the other slips under the waistband of Shouta's pants, wandering down over the swell of his ass to grab a greedy handful of the tender flesh, both making the dark haired man let out a vibrating moan around his dick, “Such a good boy for me, Shouta.” 

Shouta pulls back to whine, rutting his own erection against the mattress. "'Zashi," he whimpers, pretty eyes glassy and pleading.

"Hmm? What does my good boy want?" he hums, because really, even Hizashi doesn't know what he wants more at the moment. The thought of spreading his legs for Shouta to have his way with him, all ruthless and animalistic, is a delightful thought, but on the other hand....

Hizashi trails his hand further down, teasing Shouta's dry hole with the pads of his fingers, and he gets his answer in the form of a high keen, Shouta's back arching.

"Want me to take you, puppy? Want me to breed you like my little bitch?" He asks in the sweetest voice, like he's not talking about fucking him.

Shouta's immediate response is a happy yelp, nuzzling against Hizashi's twitching cock.

"Fuck, strip and on your knees for me, pet."

They both discard their clothes, and Hizashi quickly rummages through their nightstand for their bottle of lube as Shouta eagerly obliges and moves to the center of the bed to bury his face in the sheets, ass raised in the air.

And Hizashi curses under his breath, because he will never tire of the view of his husband like this, back arched, ass presented and wiggling his hips enticingly, cock hard and heavy between his legs; fluffy tail swishing above the delicious swell of his ass, his hole twitching and ready to be filled.

How the fuck did he get so lucky?

"Good boy, Shouta" he murmurs, voice husky and cock aching as he kneels behind him.

Shouta lets out a loud, broken moan when Hizashi wraps a hand around the base of his tail, stroking his thumb along where it connects to his skin, before moving to open the bottle of lube with a click, dribbling some onto his fingers. Tossing the bottle to the side, he presses a slick finger to his puckered hole, pushing past the rim. Shouta rumbles low in his chest at the feeling, as Hizashi thrusts his finger in and out, coating his insides with the lube, before pressing in another finger, eyes fixed on the way his tail flicks and sways at the stretch, a panting moan escaping him.

After years of exploring his body, Hizashi finds Shouta's prostate with practiced ease, adding delicious pressure there, drawing out a sweet whimper from him as his neglected cock twitches where it hangs heavy, dripping precum.

Hizashi scissors his fingers, properly stretching him out for him, before pressing in the third and final finger, curling and rubbing his fingers directly against his prostate, massaging it; his other hand gripping his asscheek, holding him open and in place.

Shouta whines, high and needy, voice cracking on its way out, as his hips twitch and back bows even more in a filthy arch, tail wagging away as he tries to fuck himself back on the fingers inside him.

And Hizashi decides that he's ready for him, and he's so fucking thankful for that because his own neglected cock aches with need, tip flushed red and wet with precum.

He pulls his fingers from his hole with a squelch, and Shouta whines at the loss and emptiness, before instead yipping in excitement at the feeling of the head of Hizashi's cock nudging at his stretched rim.

After smearing the remaining lube along his length, Hizashi pushes in in one smooth thrust until their hips are flush, moaning at the familiar, welcoming heat surrounding him and the vision that is Shouta beneath him like this.

Face buried in the sheets, panting and drooling and whining into the bed, with his back arched sinfully, hole stretched around him, while his tail swishes and big ears twitch excitedly.

Green eyes feast hungrily on the gorgeous sight, as he reaches his clean hand up to thread his fingers through his golden locks, freeing it from the hair tie in the process.

He barely lets him catch his breath before he rolls his hips, and Shouta moans long and low at that, lighting up every nerve along his walls as he drags over his prostate. Hizashi draws back, not even to his head, just barely goes halfway, before burying himself back inside again.

And Shouta is lost to panting whines and sobbing moans as Hizashi works up the pace, pulling out farther, slamming back in harder, faster, all while stroking along his sensitive tail and ears.

"Fuck, so good for me. Always take me so well." He groans, rolling his hips on the last word for emphasis, dragging out a keening moan from his puppy.

Hizashi feels the way his walls twitch around him, sees the way a shudder runs through his body, and knows he's close.

He wraps his hands around his hips in a tight grip and holds him there as he picks up his speed again, pounding into him hard and fast at a brutal pace, as Shouta rocks back to meet the increasingly frantic thrusts with tantalizingly perfect clenches and deep, sweet moans, tail quivering.

“You gonna cum like this, gorgeous?” Hizashi growls, releasing his right hip to reach forward and take Shouta's cock in his hand, stroking along the length teasingly, “C'mon, be my good boy and cum for me, puppy.” 

One last stroke as he grinds against his sweet spot, and Shouta howls, head thrown back as he cums all over the sheets, fluffy tail wagging erratically and claws, sharp, small and black, grow out of his hands and rip the sheets beneath them, digging into the mattress with a clench of his fists

The combination of the sight of Shouta falling apart like that and the way he clamps down on him, so tight and so good, sends Hizashi over the edge with him, hips twitching as he fills him up with his seed, vision whiting out.

When they eventually come down from their highs, Hizashi carefully pulls out with a hiss, and fuck, if he could come again he would, just from the sight of him. His cum spilling out of his husband's gaping hole, eyes glazed over as he pants, and drooling from parted lips; ears and tail twitching with leftover traces of pleasure.

He's fucking gorgeous.

Hizashi runs a reverent hand along his spine as he eases him down on his side, on a clean spot, before standing to get things to clean them up. Shouta whines when Hizashi moves away, tail droopy and brows pinched, and Hizashi's heart melts all over again at the adorable sight.

“Shhh, it's okay, pup,” he murmurs, petting Shouta's ears, “I’m just grabbing something to clean us up, baby.” He pushes back Shouta's sweaty hair and presses a kiss to his forehead before walking into the attached bathroom and retrieving a warm, damp washcloth.

They can always shower later, but for now, he cleans the cum and lube off of himself before taking another damp cloth back to the bedroom to help Shouta clean up.

The way he immediately perks up upon his return is absolutely precious, and Hizashi can't help the fond, sappy look that takes over his features.

Leaning down, he presses a sweet, chaste kiss to his lips, full with his insurmountable love and affection for this man, before pulling away with an absolutely smitten smile.

He cleans him up and bundles him in clean blankets, and they fall asleep wrapped up in each other's arms.

Though, some time during their slumber, they shift and switch places, and when Hizashi wakes next, it's to Shouta grinding and humping against his bare ass, tongue laving along his neck.

The remainder of the week is going to be eventful, to say the least.

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Oooohhh okie okie

Well ofc my love, Dabi

The beginning of my love of blue flames, Okumura Rin

My lil Dragon King, Natsu Dragneel

And finally, Yamamoto Genryusai......we listen, and we don't judge

Okay, peeps who's your top 4 fire/flame user boyfriends/husbands?

Here's mine

@angelblueflame @cherry-queens-blog @fanofflames @moonchild701

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Mistletoe Mischief

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Summary: Mistletoe shenanigans

Pairing: Dabi/Gen Reader

Content Warning: Fluff, Kissing, Light Crack(?), SFW

Word Count: 1k

Disclaimer: Character belongs to Kohei Horikoshi

A/N: This is the 11th part of 12 fics for a 12 Days of Christmas event. Enjoy and Happy Holidays!

Prompt: Under the Mistletoe

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It's Christmas Eve, and the League decides to celebrate.

A small thing really, it's just them after all. Kurogiri and Compress are on drinks, Spinner and Dabi on snacks, Toga, Magne and Twice on cleaning and decorations, and Shigaraki is sulking and pretending he doesn't want any part of it all, while you set up the Christmas tree you managed to get.

After hours of decorating and setting up the bar with a variety of drinks and snacks, it's all ready. You pop one of the large candy canes in your mouth, suckling on the end of it to try to make it into a sharp, festive weapon as you add the last few candies to the tree.

The air is warm and cozy for a villain base, but it's to be expected with this bunch. You feel a familiar waft of heat behind you, and you glance over your shoulder to see Dabi there, as expected. Your heartrate increases, but you ignore it.

"Is all of this really necessary?" He drawls, hands stuffed into his pockets. You thought Shigaraki was the only Grinch, but it seems he has company.

You stand up to face him, popping the candy cane out of your mouth to point the slowly sharpening end at him. "Yes, because it's Christmas, and some of us happen to like joy."

He holds his hands up in surrender, muttering, "Noted.", and you roll your eyes, popping the cane back into your mouth, the curved end dangling out.

You see him eye the candy in your mouth, so you offer a new one from the bowl. He shakes his head, but by the glint in his eyes, you know he's up to something.

You're proven right when he steps into your space and grabs you chin between his fingers, tilting your head up, and you freeze in confused shock as he brings his face close to yours.

Something in your brain glitches when his gaze locks onto yours as he takes the other end of your candy cane between his teeth, snapping a piece off.

You're frozen to the spot even as he releases you and pulls back, only coming to when he hums lowly. "Sweet.", he says, smirking cheekily at your dumbfounded expression before sauntering away.

Your heart is racing and you're warm all over.

That was just unfair.

He's hot, you know, but boy is he annoying sometimes. You don't know what you want to do more, kiss him or smack him.

Huffing, you go back to decorating, trying to will your mind to stop replaying the moment over and over again, and pretending that you didn't wish for more.

You don't see the way his eyes linger on you, on your lips around the candy, from across the room.

*****

Who put Toga on decorating duty? How could you forget, that the one thing that is a constant with her, is the concept of love, and that she would use any opportunity to enforce it?

How did you not see when she snuck the frankly concerningly large bundle of mistletoe into the bar, much less onto the roof?

When the fuck did she get up there to do it??

It's a healthy green, tied off with a pretty red bow, and you're standing directly under it.

You didn't mean to, because you didn't even know it was there until it was too late, with you only knowing because of the high pitched squeal Toga let out, because apparently, she's been watching it like a Hawk to catch her first victim.

And that victim is you.

"Well, Merry Christmas to me.", comes the familiar smokey voice of Dabi, and you feel yourself flush, but unable to drag your eyes away from the bush that might just solve the problem of your pining.

'Will he kiss me this time?' You think to yourself, hoping against hope that that is the case.

When he comes close enough for you to feel his warmth, you manage to drag your gaze to him.

Azure eyes are soft on you, with a simmering heat behind them, shining so pretty and so bright in the surrounding Christmas lights.

Hoots and hollers ring throughout the bar, mostly from Toga, Twice and Magne, the menaces. "WELL?! KISS! IT'S TRADITION!!" came Toga's excited screech.

Smirking lazily, teasingly, he calls over his shoulder, “You don’t have to kiss someone just because of tradition.”

You feel your heart thunder in your chest, but you relax your posture, fold your arms over your chest, mustering all your confidence and say, eyebrow raised, “So you don’t want to?”

He huffs a laugh, stepping under the mistletoe with you. "Well I never said that."

Finally deciding that there are much better ways to occupy your mouths, he grabs your waist, pulling you to him, and kisses you.

He tastes of smoke and peppermint, and you fall a little more in love with him as you melt into his touch, bringing your hands up to cup his scarred cheeks.

A round of wolf whistles and cheers sound out around the room, and you pull away from the kiss to hide your face in his chest in embarrassment,  having completely forgotten that you have an audience. You hear him chuckle lowly in your ear, the ass.

"Aww, I'm so happy for them" Twice says, sighing happily, before switching, "Hey, so you're actually going to enjoy Christmas this year instead of being a Grinch?"

Dabi barks out a laugh, hugging you tightly. "Definitely.", he replies, and you smile a sappy little thing, tilting your face up again.

He looks down at you, soft and adoring,  and leans back in to kiss you. Smiling into the kiss, he whispers against your lips, "Merry Christmas, Dolly."

Surrounded by your friends, your family, with the man you love in your arms, it's a very Merry Christmas indeed.

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You honestly didn't know when this became a routine habit.

You couldn't complain really.

Not with you bent over your work desk as The Infamous Villain Dabi pounding hard and deep into your pussy while he watches the latest news report.

In between the ancers voices becoming back round noises to your ears, you began to notice Dabi's grip on your hair or your hips would tighten and tug harsher, if The Hero Endeavor was on screen or mentioned.

Peaking over your shoulder always makes you shiver and your inside clench from the stone cold, blood chilling, murderous and unbound, seething hatred your boyfriend was giving Japan's Number Two Hero.

He notices, of course, he does.

Dabi tears his bright azure gaze away from the screen to pier down at you. His scarred, burnt and stapled mouth stretched into a wicked sinful and wolfish grin. "I feel that, doll." He teases, slowing his thrusts into an agonizing slower pace, making you feel every inch of his hard, throbbing dick as he rolls his hips.

You... You can't get off like this.

He's waiting for you to beg, plead for him to pick up the pace, use your dripping wet and arching cunt as his own personal stress reliever.

You didn't give a damn, if he hate fucks you.

It slipped out, the needy whine from the back of your throat as you pout. "Why did you stop, jackass?"

You were such a brat. If you weren't his girlfriend you knew Dabi couldn't have been so nice or forgiving, well, as nice and forgiving as most villains of you'd insulted them while balls deep.

Instead of lashing out in anger, he laughs. Dark and deep, menacing. It makes your nails and toes curl, heat pool between your thighs and wiggle underneath him.

"That's not how you ask nicely, now is it, Y/n?" Dabi purrs, feral and smug grin tugging wider. "C'mon on, baby. Tell daddy what you want?" Pulling his hips back just enough for the tip to kiss your entrance and shoving himself back in, harsh and fast to knock the breath from your lungs and completely halting. "It's my birthday," he pouts and adds on the dramatic effect. " You said I could fuck you wherever and however I want." He sighed. "Are you taking it back? How heartless of you baby."

Oh, this sadistic, two-faced mother fucker.

Is he fucking serious right now? He's got you pinned underneath him, he's fully in control and he's trying to play the victim card? No, oh hell no, fuck that. "I expected a birthday blowjob, fucking my brains out on every surface of my apartment and you want to watch the fucking news? What? Are you a secret Endeavor fanboy or something, Dabi?" You sassed back, scoffing.

You knew he wasn't. You knew you were pushing it. Playing at his own game just to rial him up.

It was stupid. It was childish and it worked.

His expression faltered, completely blank, mismatched lips formed into a firm line. Jaw clenched, muscles straightening, hard and tight as his hand left your hair and landed directly onto your hip, possessive and bruising. "I dare you to say that again, doll?' A warning growl leaves his burnt vocal cords, his long black dyed locks covered his vision, but you saw it. The raging inferno of fury and unbridled rage in his deep, bright turquoise gaze.

Your breath hitched and you shivered, heart rate thudded hard in your chest and echoing in your ears as your insides tightened again causing Dabi's cock to twitch and grunt in response. Mouth going dry as you swallow thickly, then a teasing smug shit eating grin formed on your plump and smeared, kiss swollen lips.

"Endeavor fanboy that's what you are Dabi. A copy cat, chasing after a phantom, stalking the shadows. His twisted, fucked up, fanboy." You threw your head back and barked out a mocking laugh.

He knew you were right.

You knew he'd make you regret those words, the true hurts. It's a bitch and a hard assed slap to the face.

He didn't like that. Not one bit.

Dabi remained silent.

You feared you took your teasing too far. Worry softening your expression when you noticed Dabi was shaking, visible shaking. Did you hurt his feelings? Was he so angry he couldn't speak?

You opened your mouth to apologize when fits of giggled and snickers left his lips, his voice growing higher and louder as he threw his head back, full blown mad cackling and mirth.

"Fucking hell, baby you are completely right." His shoulders still shook as he covered his eyes with the palm of his hand as you blinked at him. "I have been selfish and unfair to you." He chuckled, wiping a bloody tear from his eyes and met your dumbfounded gaze. "I see now, my baby wants to hog all my attention."

"What?" You asked. "I just wanted to-" he cut you off.

"Hate fuck you, yeah, I get it." His expression softening as he pulled out and turned you over, shoving you on top of your work desk, picked up the remote and turning off the TV. "If you wanted me all to yourself. You should have said so." He cupped your cheek, closing the gap and kissed you roughly and filled with hunger, tilting his head and biting down on your lower lip to deepen the kiss.

You welcomed him, wrapped your arms around his shoulders and spread your thighs wider, completely open for him. "Please, daddy..." You whispered. "Fuck me like the good little cock slut I am for you." You moan in between kisses, trailing your fingers into the nape of his neck as he peppered your jaw and neck with love bites and feather light kisses as a long, breathy groan left his throat.

"Goddamn, baby, I love it when you talk dirty." He met your eyes, tilting his head. "But first you owe me a little something dontcha?"

You sighed. "I'm sorry." You meant it.

You were rewarded with an appreciative hum. "Again." He spit into his hand, rubbing and fisting his length,, palming himself hard and grunting. "Apologize like ya mean it gorgeous."

You nodded your head, trailing your hand to your swollen, puffy, aching and neglected clit. Rubbing small and hard circles, your hips jerk and buckle on reflex, breath hitching. "I'm sorry, daddy. Please, oh please, put him back in."

"Him?" He teased, raising a brow. "Him who, baby?"

Teasing little shit.

"Your hard cock, daddy." You whined, cheeks reddened as your nipples grew hard and your insides clenched around nothing, feeling so empty. "Dabi, my Dabi."

His cheeky smug smirk returned, "Good girl." He purred, rubbing the leaking, hard and pierced swollen tip against your slick folds and pushing him hips forward. "Here's your reward," he groans, eyes rolling into the back of his head as he feeds his cock, piercings and all into your wet, warm and soaking wet walls, "Fuck... She's squeezing me so goddamn tight."

You weren't fairing any better, tilting your head back and letting out a sinful and debaucherous, wonton moan. Your fingers halted their movement. This was what you wanted. His attention, focus soles on you. Not that fake hero, not the TV, just him all of him.

"Dabi.." you whispered, breathlessly. "Fuck me, please... I need you, baby." You sweetened your words like liquid honey and silk. Rocking your hips to push himself deeper, feeling that delicious and familiar stretch of his dick gliding into your gummy walls.

He met your pleading eyes. How could he say no and deny you? He couldn't. Didn't fucking dare.

He leaned down, heated hands grabbing your hips, whispered darkly. "Hold on to me, princess, it's going to be a hard, long and bumpy ride." His tone dripping with lust and the innuendo was on purpose, left lewd and hanging as he thrusts his hips hard, completely sinking home to the hilt, hips flushed against your own.

You tighten your arms and legs around his shoulders and waist, snug and tight, he wasn't leaving and you weren't going to let go. You laughed, shaking your head and kissed his neck, then bit down hard. "Fucking move already, dumbass."

Dabi shuddering and moaned, hips jerked, buckled into you.as he chuckled, mocking and teasing. "Yes, ma'am." He pulled out and back in, hard and fast, then again and again, and again. Setting a hard, unforgiving and ruthless pace, rutting into your cunt like an animal in heat, the wood and desk groaning and shaking, slamming into the wall.

You didn't give a flying fuck if you got complaints from the neighbors tomorrow, it's totally worth it, if Dabi was fucking your senseless and using your body like a flirty back alley whore.

You clawed into his back, bit him harder and moaned into his neck. Your thighs are shaking, the sounds of skin slapping against skin echoing, the noises of your slick and juices leaking your dripping cunt as he pounded into your pussy made your face burn. "Good boy, my good fucking birthday boy," you moaned louder, praising him.

Dabi whimpered and gasped in your ear, rolling his hips and rutting harder, heated hands trailed to grip the meat of your ass in tight, thick handfuls, keading the flesh, bringing you closer. "I am." He whines, thighs quaked, he was close already and so where you.

Reaching between your legs, you worked your overly sensitive love button into overdrive, gasping and moaning. "Happy birthday, Dabi." You panted, insides fluttering and clenched down hard around him, trying to drain his cock and balls dry. "Best fuckin' cock in The League, mine all fuckin mine." The coil in your gut snapped as you came, letting go and screamed, creaming on his dick. "Fuck! I'm cumming, Dabi!"

"Me too, baby," Dabi grunts, gritting his teeth. "Take it, fuckin, take it all." A bolt of electricity shot up his spine as he felt his balls tighten and releasing, hot ropes of milky white cum inside you. "God fucking damn." He hissed between a pleasure moan and a gutteral growl, hips stuttering as his legs shook and nearly gave out. "Best fuckin' pussy, I swear to God." He rasps, through breathless chuckles and leaning his full body weight into you as you hold him, both panting, gasping and coming down from your post orgasmic high.

You giggle, running your fingers through his unkempt hair, caressing him and lightly dragging your nails into his scarred, stitched and stapled back, watching him hum in content and shiver. You leaned back and kissed his forehead, whispering again. "Happy birthday, baby."

"I want my cake now." He replies, chuckling as you smack his back. "What? I'm hungry."

"Spoiled, bratty, needy, baby, I swear." You rolled your eyes, smiling. "It's in the fridge. It's your favorite strawberry shortcake."

"Thank you, doll." He whispered, capturing his mouth again and pulling out slowly, grabbing the tissue box that had fallen into the floor and handed you some while he cleaned himself and redressed.

You cleaned up, redressed, washed your hands, and pulled out the cake and a few presents. "Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to Touya," you sang softly, smiling, "Happy birthday to you."

Dabi shook his head and blew out the candles. "You really did have to you know." He muttered, shyly. A hint of pink darkening his pale, normal part of his cheeks.

"I wanted to baby." You smile sweetly, taking out the candles and cutting a big slice, putting it on a paper plate and handing it to him, and then a piece for yourself. "Besides who doesn't want cake and sex on their birthday?"

"Fair point." He grins, digging into his cake and humming. Burning, bright ocean blues flickering back to you. "I'm not done with you yet." He muttered in between chewing and swallowing, lips curling. "You aren't forgiven so easily for that bastard comment."

Of course , he ain't gonna let it go.

You blushed harder, nearly choking. "Dammit, I was hoping you'd let it slide."

He shook his head, "Hell no. Who do you take me for All Might?" He scoffs, shoving more cake into his mouth, licking the fork clean, knowing you are watching. "Fucking hell no, naughty bitches deserves a good spanking."

You gulp, swallowing your cake and hated how excited you got. Your thighs clenching and pressing together underneath his intense and heated stare. "Promise?" You muttering, hesitantly.

Dabi pulls the fork away, devilish and Cheshire cat smiles on his face as he leans his head against his palm. "Always Y/n, always for you."

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💙 Happy birthday, Dabi! 💙🍰🎉 I know I'm late 😅 Whoop. Take my love dammit!

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calling explicit content spicy is so cringe i can't handle it

i need you to acknowledge the stomach tongue a little more…please and thank you.

i got a whole mini stomach tongue drabble babes. but i know, i know! it's been forever since i wrote that...

how about this... thinking of sleeping in bed with trueform!sukuna and he pretends like he hates it cause when y'all cuddle you just don't want to curl up next to him you want to be ON TOP of him. and he's a stomach/side sleeper and you hate trying to cuddle with his back, it feels like a brick wall.

cuddling on the side is a no-go too because his four arms are smothering you like thick tree trunks when y'all spoon. so in order for you to stop bitching he's forced to sleep on his back. his least favorite position. while you, like a spoiled little princess, gets to sleep on your stomach on top of him.

trueform!sukuna is massive. so even sprawled on his chest, using his muscular yet squishy pecs as a pillow, your legs still only manage to straddle around his lower torso. this position isn't as comfortable to sukuna but still the grumpy curse king can't bring himself to move you. however, that doesn't mean he is just gonna lay there all night under you and not amuse himself.

a smirk on his face, Sukuna's upper arms hold you in place. his lower hands slide up your sleep shirt up and rip your panties clean off of you —he's sworn he's told you not to bother wearing the troublesome garments around him so the ruined garments are your problem not his. this leaves your pretty pussy exposed and in the perfect position for free access to his stomach tongue.

the mouth that forms on his abs grins evily, hot breath inhaling and exhaling the scent of your cunt through its mouth. you wiggle slightly due to the warm the moist air trapped in the blankets causing your skin to tingle. soon sukuna stomach tongue, unnaturally long, thick and dexterous, slithers in between your spread thighs to take a slow sloppy lick up your slit. curling over your swollen clit, the bumpy texture of his large tongue stimulates every nerve in your puffy bud. instinctively opening your legs even wider around his torso, you unknowingly allow sukuna further access to your leaky hole. tentatively dipping in the tip of his stomach tongue into your pussy sukuna swirls it around the entrance to gather up your slick.

fucking delicious.

he could taste how close you were alreading to cumming. his tongue large enough to flex its unified muscle against your clit while the tip continued to probe into your dampening pussy hole. Sukuna's claws drag streaks across your skin, the fat of your ass spilling over his fingers as he spreads you wider under the blankets.

absolutely quivering on top of him, sukuna had you right on the edge before pulling his tongue away completely.

now to play the devious game of how far sukuna could edge you, all night—until he got bored or finally fell asleep—without you cumming. you'd prevent him from getting enough sleep, so there's no way he'd allow you to just sleep peacefully... where would the fun be in that?