Seroroki Mermay Part 1

god he's so fucking pathetic. what a god damn loser. (insane with lust)

You whine to Dabi that you’re terrified you’ll fail your exam tomorrow. It’s an important one. It dictates whether or not you’ll obtain the job you want upon graduating college next year. The stress on your shoulders is unlike anything you’ve ever felt.

18+ // angst, breeding, dabi’s a scumbag, dark content, dumbification, misogyny, noncon, pregnancy, yandere

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And Dabi knows exactly what to do. Whenever you come to him with a worry, he has just the solution. It’s how he landed a pretty thing like you in the first place.

He undoes his belt buckle. You perk up at the familiar sound. Tears fall down your puffy cheeks as you stare at the thickness he’s unveiling. He’s going to use it to distract you tonight. It’s sure as hell better than sitting and listening to you talk in circles. This way, you’re a babbling, drooling, slutty mess on his cock, instead.

You can’t stop yourself from salivating at the thought of focusing on fucking him. You’re already wet at the prospect. He’s conditioned you to crave him on sight by now. He made it evident that one of your duties, as his girlfriend, is to give him whatever he desires. He reasoned that this is what good women do when they love their men, and you love him, don’t you, baby?

Yes. Yes, you do.

He sits down on the couch with his pants and boxers pooled around his ankles. You take implicit direction well. You mount him and plant a kiss on his smug lips. You lower yourself onto his tip, allowing it to split you open. It’s a welcoming stretch. Your clit twitches as you slide all the way to his base. Your ass rests on his fat sack, ripe with cum to unload.

You have no idea that you won’t need your education soon enough. Don’t you get that he’s a villain? The two of you can never have a normal life.

As you bounce wildly on his pole, bracing yourself on his shoulders, you moan and cry out. There’s a ring of your cream forming around his base, indicating your blind satisfaction. He thinks you’re perfect. You’re so willing to submit, willing to please, willing to listen to him when he says what’s best for you. And when you finally reach your limit, expelling all of your stress and nerves about your exam tomorrow, he laughs. He purrs that you’re a good girl, that it feels a lot better when he fucks you dumb, doesn’t it? You agree numbly, nodding with hazy eyes, barely conscious of what he’s drilling into your susceptible mind.

You’re completely fucking out of it. He grins. That’s his cue to breed your pussy until he’s sure you’ll be round with his kid in three months’ time. You’d fight him if you were conscious. You’re the type that wishes to live a little before becoming a mom. It’s a shame that he doesn’t care to work with your schedule. This relationship revolves around what he wants, and he thinks he wants to give fatherhood a shot.

His body is shutting down. He’s killing himself from the inside by using his quirk. There’s no telling how long he has until his reproductive system stops working, too. You’re the perfect, brain dead vessel for his desire.

Impregnating you is simple. It works. You take a test about a month and a half after the encounter and it’s positive. You’re less than thrilled m. He doesn’t show how overjoyed he is, save for whispering how he can’t wait to fuck another one into you when he’s pounding you in any position.

And when you get the results of your exam in the mail, Dabi opens the letter. He reads it silently before solemnly admitting you didn’t pass. You’re crushed. The hormones are making you extra emotional, too. You sob for hours in his arms, shifting back and forth between neutral and inconsolable. He smirks against his skull, cooing words of encouragement during your breakdown. At least you still have motherhood, no? There’s no need to be so upset. He can support you with the League nearing success.

And when you fall asleep later, he shreds your results and tosses them into the night. You passed with flying colours. But he can’t have you knowing your worth, can he?

the way he would totally

*Shouto and yn finished*

Dabi: wow, you and Shoto broke up, right? That sad...

y/n: yes..

Dabi: how sad....

*silence in the environment*

Dabi: Shall we go out on Friday?

Kotaro and Enji are the ones responsible for Tomura and Dabi, the same Toga's parents are responsible for what happened to her.

This is a story about abusive homes and how vulnerable are kids who grew up in them, and how a man would take advantage of it to use those broken kids and try to shape them into whatever they want.

This is a story about parents forcing kids to be someone else because they don't like who their kids are. This is a story about stolen identities and the tragedies of kids and teenagers dying or getting hurt, because their parents wouldn't accept them.

This is a story about parents ignoring the needs of their children because they think they know better. A story about repressing rage and sadness and being punished when you can't hold it back anymore, a story about society discarding kids since they are very young because they don't fit in, because they are scary or look scary or act scary, and scary just means different.

A story about not living to the standards, not being enough, sweet enough, normal enough, special enough, different enough, similar enough.

This is a story about how real tragedies and evil start with the little things, at home, at every home. At school, in the streets. About how dangerous it is to think "it is not my problem because it is not my family or my life". A story about indifference and irresponsibility and children always paying the price.

Always.

"Don't blame the civilians for supporting Endeavor's career you wouldn't do shit either." Wrong. If I was a civilian in mha I'd hit Endeavor with my car

so cute :((

them in the new official art ,,,, holds them so gemtly in my hands

[id:

image 1: a drawing of a chibi toga and dabi sitting in the palms of two hands. toga looks happy and is wearing a red dress with pink sleeves. dabi looks annoyed and is wearing a black suit.

image 2: a cropped screenshot of my hero academia official art. it shows toga and dabi in a red dress with pink sleeves and a black suit respectively. /end id]

SOBBING THIS IS TOO CUTE

誕生日おめでとう ー Happy birthday

Pairing: Dabi x Reader

Synopsis: You never told Dabi it was your birthday, but you didn't have to.

A/N: my birthday is in two days! i turn 20! woo! here's something super short to celebrate :D also, the title reads as "tanjoubi omedetou" which just translates to happy birthday :)

Tags: fluff sweeter than cotton candy

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It’s not that you weren’t looking forward to your birthday. You weren’t not looking forward to it. It’s just something you didn’t care to think about for very long. Getting older was not something to celebrate, in your opinion. It’s one year closer to death, as you often hear emo teens say.

There’s another reason you weren’t thrilled about your birthday, though. You had yet to tell your boyfriend it was tomorrow. Dabi was never the most affectionate. He wasn’t the lovey-dovey type, and you were okay with that. When you found out about Dabi’s birthday back in January and tried to get him a cake, he… wasn’t too happy. You just wish you knew he wasn’t a big fan of birthdays before he threw the cake on the floor.

So, you haven’t told him. Why bring up such a sore subject? The last thing you wanted to do was upset him. Seeing someone you care for that deeply be as upset as he was then really does a number on you, but you’d be lying if you weren’t a little upset that you wouldn’t be spending your birthday with him. It was for the best, you thought. If he doesn’t like birthdays, why force him to celebrate yours?

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The dreadful day has come. After stretching and rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you grab your phone off the dresser. Texts form friends and family have been pouring in as they usually do every year, but Dabi’s name isn’t among those on your lock screen. Why would it be? He had no reason to text you. Favorite sweater falling off one shoulder and the minty taste of toothpaste still lingering on your tongue, you step out of the bathroom and into the kitchen.

The smell of burnt pancakes hit you instantly. The sizzle of the frying pan was louder than it should be. Dabi was cooking. He let himself in through the window again. You did wake up cold now that you think about it.

“Sit down. They’re almost done,” his back was facing you, flipping the pancakes one last time. “And close your eyes.” You did as he instructed.

You sat, eyes closed tightly, and heard a plate put down in front of you. A liquid was poured into a cup, presumably coffee based on the smell, and a soft kiss was placed to your temple.

“Open,” he said.

You saw before you three pancakes stacked high on a white plate, topped with whipped cream and fresh fruit. Fruit that looked this nice is quite expensive in Japan, and as far as you knew Dabi was flat broke. The pancakes were… crispy looking. Still edible, though. It looked like Dabi tried to cook something well. He was the worst cook you ever met, but this didn’t look all too bad.

“Happy birthday, sweetheart.” His was smiling ever so slightly, face very close to yours.

“How did you know?”

“I asked one of your friends.” A blatant lie. He probably did some snooping around your apartment and found some birthday cards your family mailed you.

“Mhm, sure you did.” You smile now matched his, and your lips connected. He was sweet, probably from tasting the whipped cream earlier.

“Thank you, Dabi.”

Shoto: You should pay because you’re the older sibling.

Dabi: No, you should pay! Because you have a hero job and make a bunch of money.

Natsuo: You’re both wrong.

Natsuo: *pulls out Enji’s stolen credit card*