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Oikawa: I never see you at the club

Kageyama: ok I never see you at nationals

me as a writer

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!

Tag list: @cherry-queens-blog @angelblueflame @dabislittlemouse @touyas-wife @moonchild701

i only call him my baby girl because i want him to suck on my clit like it’s a fucking pacifier btw

reading my own fics as a reference for a new wip and squinting at it like "how the hell did I do that"

I am panting like a goddamn whore

PLEASE

Let me introduce you my obsession for him

Thank you @isabeauwolf and everyone who got me to 250 reblogs!

This actually feels so very fitting to reach this on his birthday 🤭💙

Happy Birthday Touya!!! 🥳🎉💙

Song: 'Heart of Fire' by Black Veil Brides

I made this a while back, my first and only edit/fmv, and idk, I finally like it enough to share, so enjoy! I love Touya, and I love BVB, and this is HIS SONG!!!

LISTEN TO THE LYRICS!!!

Happy Birthday Touya!!! 🥳🎉💙

Song: 'Heart Of Fire' by Black Veil Brides

I made this a while back, my first and only edit/fmv, and idk, I finally like it enough to share, so enjoy! I love Touya, and I love BVB, and this is HIS SONG!!!

LISTEN TO THE LYRICS!!!

Oh thank fuck, it's universal 💀

This hit home, and I think it will resonate hard with all my creative friends, here. You are amazing and brilliant and I BEG YOU to keep creating!! ❤️❤️❤️

...Yk what, I'm loving this for me actually bc most of my faves are the bastards 💀

@angelblueflame @isabeauwolf @candycandy00

Consider yourself tagged if you are reading this:

Make this picrew of yourself

Take this uquiz (How Fandom Would See You If You Were A Fictional Character)

Thank you for the tag @machiavellli !

Gay people will be like “this is my comfort show!” And then show you the most emotionally devastating, stress-inducing, tragic piece of media you have ever witnessed

あけましておめでとうございます！！ことよろ！！by PH6y0

So i found these old notes on my phone back from 2020 😭

Anyone else feel like their mutuals are way out of their league? Like they follow you back and you’re just like

Oh the BDE is potent

walk in the room like a Boss

That last one especially has me panting like a damn dog oh my fuck

I come bearing gifts

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

Toji forgot to prepare Christmas gift for ya, but he always knows what to gift instead - himself ♥ Been stresfull lately, so couldn't finish this work as I wanted to, but didn't want to drop it, so here it is. Hope you guys are doing great! ♥ P.S - FULL on my EVIL twitter account hehe

Omfg

Me rn 😭

I haven't gotten the cold like this since BEFORE covid bruh

And reading this, one might think, "Well, it's December! It's probably just usual winter things"

WRONG

I'm in the mf Caribbean

I have no business feeling this way rn outta no where 😭😭

Merry Christmas~! ʕ⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴥ⁠ꈍ⁠ʔ🎄🎁☃️

forever floored by folks who refuse to read anything not tradpub when it comes to queer books cause let me tell you there is so much in indie or smaller publishers being written that would blow your socks off AND theyre not beholden to censorship of tradpub as they try to "keep things nice for their image" (which is ironic considering the kinds of cishet romances that get put out)

here are some queer indie books that ive been reading that yall should check out

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Merry Christmas

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Summary: It's Christmas day, and you exchange gifts with your boyfriend

Pairing: Dabi/Fem Reader

Content Warning: Suggestive but nothing explicit, Fluff, Possessive Dabi, he's slightly unhinged but it's okay, You match each other's freak, SFW

Word Count: 1.1k

Disclaimer: Character belongs to Kohei Horikoshi

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

Prompt: Opening presents

My Masterlist

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On Christmas morning, under fluffy blankets, cuddled up with Touya, his arms wrapped around you, the distinct festive, joyful feeling in the air, you wake up warm.

His snowy white hair shimmers in the morning light filtering through the curtains, his staples glittering.

You wake him with kisses peppered wherever you can reach, and he returns the favour doubled.

Most of the day is spent just enjoying each other's company. After a late breakfast, more of a brunch really, you mostly cuddle on the couch, watching Christmas movies, with hot chocolate and cookies in hand.

As the sun sets, you cook and eat dinner together. You both dress up for the occasion, him in black slacks and a white button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, you in a little red sweater dress. In your little bubble of joy, it's just the two of you and nothing else matters.

After dinner, it's finally time to exchange gifts, and you struggle to hide your excitement.

The gifts, small as they are, sit under the Christmas tree which twinkles in a variety of colours. The fireplace in the corner crackles, casting playful shadows and warmth around the room, and the entire place smells like cinnamon and pine.

It’s cozy and warm, mirroring the way he makes you feel almost perfectly.

"You first, baby. Merry Christmas." Touya smiles, holding out a small box to you. It's about the size of your palm and the wrapping paper is a shining sliver, wrinkled and slightly messily wrapped, but you can tell that he tried his best, and something within you goes warm and gooey.

You take the gift gently, carefully peeling the wrapping paper off. The meticulous process is probably driving the man crazy, but the paper is so pretty, and you can tell he worked hard to wrap it as best he could.

When you finally open the box itself, you can't help the small gasp of awe that escapes you.

A gorgeous necklace with a thin silver chain and pendant. The charm is a silver, hollow heart, with a small flame made of blue fire opal, an exact match to his own flames, hanging from the middle, and you love the way it sparkles under the warm glow of the fireplace.

It's very clearly a representation of himself, and something about that makes you giddy. Like a claim, like he's always with you, like he's showing that he himself is a permanent fixture within you, within your heart and life, and it's so perfect, you can't help the tears that trickle down your cheek.

"It's beautiful. Put it on me?" Your voice trembles with emotion, and Dabi feels his heart stutter when pretty, teary eyes look at him with such awe.

He takes a breath to try to steady his heart, swallowing around a lump in his throat as he nods, gesturing for you to turn around.

His fingertips are warm where they brush your skin, moving whatever stray hairs that are in the way, the metal cool against you where it rests. "I can't do it legally, so I need to show you how much I love you and what you mean to me any other way I can." He murmurs, voice low and warm. Goosebumps appear where his breath hits and where he touches as he clasps it around your neck, and you melt into his touch when you feel mismatched lips press to the nape of your neck.

You turn back around to face him, and your breath hitches a bit at the raw love and adoration held within his azure gaze, so soft on you, with a hint of something darker, something possessive at the sight of it around your throat.

You shiver at the slightly crazed look in his eyes, loving the way he shows his love, borderline obsession with you, even in these small ways. "I love it, thank you Touya." You say, voice all soft and sappy as you touch it gently, like it's something so very precious, because it is.

"You're welcome baby, Merry Christmas." He smiles so sweetly, you have to lean over to press a kiss to those lips.

"Okay your turn!" You clap excitedly, leaning over to get your gift to him.

You hand it to him, practically vibrating in your seat as you watch him open it.

Touya unwraps his own gift quickly, to the point you're worried he might give himself a papercut on the dark blue paper, to reveal a ring box.

"You're not proposing, are ya Doll?" He says playfully, smirking at you, and you grin.

"Something like that."

His expression changes, from playful to confused shock as his eyes dart to the box before back at you. You can't help but giggle at his reaction, knowing it's not negative, it's just that it legally can't happen and you both know it. "Just open it, Tou."

He rolls his eyes fondly, easing it open, and his expression crumples into something sappy and adoring as he looks at the ring within. It's black with a thin sliver band carved around it.

"It's tungsten, so it can withstand your hottest temperatures, and I know you always wanted rings but you don't wear them because they'll melt, so I got you this and—" your nervous rambling is cut off when he cups your cheek, pulling you into a kiss.

"I love it, Dolly. Thank you. Just know

that you're stuck with me, yeah?" He murmurs against your lips. You smile into the kiss and whisper softly, "I love you."

You feel him grin as he whispers back, just as soft, "I love you too", before deepening the kiss, licking his way into your mouth.

You kiss like you're sealing a promise, like it's final; like it's until death do you part.

It's loving and possessive, complete adoration and obsession, and you can never get enough of it, of each other.

When you pull away, you're both panting softly, lips swollen and pupils dilated.

"I think I have another present to open up, hm?" His eyes are hot on you as heated fingers trail up your thigh.

A coy smile plays on your lips as you stand and start walking backwards toward the bedroom, teasingly pulling the collar of your dress to the side to show off the white strap of your lacy lingerie beneath. "Come get it then."

His eyes darken as he playfully chases you to the room, shrieks of your laughter echoing through the apartment.

That Christmas night, you both thoroughly enjoy your presents, wrapped up in each other's arms, with the silver and blue of your necklace bunched together at the base of your throat, and the silver and black of his ring on his finger, glinting in the bright moonlight.

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