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touya + choking but maybe he’s the one that likes to receive 🙌🏻💯😤

cw — nsfw content. minors dni. f!reader, choking, creampie

you’ve learned quite a few things from hooking up with touya todoroki. things about yourself of course, but mostly things about him.

like how he’s a hand holder. the still-flesh-coloured parts of him blush– including his cheeks. sometimes he whimpers. other times he moans, high-pitched and pretty.

he likes when you ride him. how your fingertips scratch at the decayed part of his abdomen when you do, flattening against the coarse skin so you can grind yourself harder over his cock. he loves to watch your pretty tits bounce as wildly as you bounce your hips, relaxing into the mattress so he can indulge in the sight of you, his personal little pornstar.

he gazes at your neck, adorned with teeth marks and bruises that belong to him, and the next second his eyes flick down to your soft, delicate hands.

he grins devilishly, reaching for one of your wrists with his scarred hand and guiding it to rest at the base of his neck. your eyebrows raise, for a split second hesitant about what he wants from you.

“what?” you ask, just a little teasing, then your fingers curl softly around the column of his neck. “this?”

“harder, baby. don’t be shy,” he says, all breathy and husky. it makes you clench around him, sweet arousal dripping down his length as you bounce back on him relentlessly.

as soon as you tighten your fingers, his cock twitches as it drags against your plush walls. his eyes glint with content, foggy yet strikingly clear. he’s fucked out but so, so happy with how you effortlessly give him exactly what he wants.

“should have known you’d like this,” you say, half-whining. pleasure creeps up your spine and numbs your brain. your thighs burn. your thoughts are slowly becoming more and more muddled, replaced by your desperate need to cum.

“yeah?” dabi quips. it’s all strained– but to you it’s a sign that says you’re not squeezing hard enough.

once more, you push your fingers further into the sides of his neck, and this time his moans come out as mere wheezes. and his eyes roll back and he shudders beneath you, relishing in the way you take control of his body, sinking into your touch. no drug he’s taken compares to this.

chipped black nails sink into your thighs, your hips, your waist as touya helps you grind up and down his length. despite how lightheaded he is, one thing that remains clear is how badly he wants– no needs– for both of you to cum.

“gonna cum, touya?” you sigh, gazing upon his sheen-covered skin that makes him almost look like he’s glowing.

his teeth bite down on his bottom lip, the devious smile never leaving his face. his cock throbs, bullying into your cunt until it brushes against your cervix and leaves you tossing your head back, desperate to make it to the edge.

only a few more strokes, and then, the fire in your stomach erupts into an inferno. your arms slack, your legs tremble, and cries of touya’s name spill from your mouth.

you’re pulsing, clenching, and it’s utterly merciless on touya, who doesn’t stand a chance. not a moment later, he spills his load into your messy, sticky hole with twitching hips and soft moans.

you’ve let go of his throat by now, your muscles too relaxed to form any sort of grasp– but you’ve scorched your touch into his flesh already, a long time ago.

Title : My savior/ My demise

Chapters : (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8)

Status : Completed

Characters: Dabi/ fem reader (with a healing quirk)/ other mha characters’ appearances

Genre : Angst/ fluff/ Romance/ NSFW in later chapters/ Tragidy/ contains manga spoilers

Summary : Your once calm and peaceful life takes a surprising turn to the unexpected when you meet the infamous villain Dabi. What will happen when you discover a side of him that no one else knows? A side he only shows when he’s with you. Will your story have a happy ending?

Please do not read if you’re a minor!!

Note : This is loosely based on the manga as I had to tweak some of the events to fit this plot. No major changes though, just a bit to include you in the story.

Explaining y/n’s quirk: You have a healing power; you’re able to extract people’s pain, illnesses, injuries and everything in between with a simple touch. You’re able to activate and release your quirk at will because using it for long periods of time without rest weakens you.

Masterlist

AO3

Previously

You traced your burnt skin and sobbed, frightened about what the future holds for the two of you.

Chapter 7:

Dabi left your appartement right after you fell asleep. He gently cleaned you up and covered your body before walking out.

He thought it was for the best because he didn't want to see your sorrowful eyes.

Still, he wished he had more time with you.

He sighed dragging his feet back to the headquarters.

He thought everyone would be either asleep or absent, but when he walked in to find everyone gathered around screaming at each other, he knew something was up.

_ "He's here." Spinner announced pointing at him.

_ "Where the fuck have you been Dabi?!" Shigaraki was furious as he walked up to him.

Dabi's expressionless face didn't change, he was frankly more annoyed than anything else.

_ "Do I need to report how I spend my free time?"

_ "You don't. But when you let a civilian distract you from your duty, it becomes our business!" Shigaraki spat back.

Dabi's eyes widened, and he immediately turned his eyes to Toga.

_ "What did you do?" He was so close to incinerating her.

She was as furious as everyone else, but for a completely different reason.

_ "You're playing with that poor girl's feelings! When I saw you together I could tell she truly loved you and it made me happy. But then you shamelessly tell me she was nothing but a "stress reliever"? I will not allow you to drag her on! You should be ashamed of yourself!"

Dabi didn't know what to say, he couldn't find the words.

_ "Listen to me Dabi, I'll let it slide this time, but if something like that happens again I swear I'll kill her! We have a bigger goal here! Bigger than anyone else, so we can't let useless cravings distract us. Am I clear?" Shigaraki warned.

_ "You got it boss. Let's put it all behind us." Dabi tried to stay calm. He was internally grateful you two agreed to lay low for a while.

Thankfully, everything went back to normal after that night. Everything but the fact that you and him were still separated.

The marks he left on your body were gradually fading, and with them was the hope of you reuniting.

He told you he would be looking out for you from afar, but you wanted to see him too, even if it were for a few minutes.

Everytime you go back home from the hospital and pass by the river side, you remember the first time you met, and the first time you kissed.

And the once happy and nostalgic memories slowly turned into agony.

You stood there, in the same spot he did when you first met him, and looked into the horizon.

It was late at night, and the streets were empty.

_ "Touya, are you here? Are you watching over me like you said you would? Please come out if you are. Please let me see you.. just for a moment." You fought your sobs as you spoke, hoping he would hear you.

You closed your eyes and gave in to your tears.

_ "Hey troublemaker." That familiar voice you yearned for came from behind you, and you turned around flying into your man's embrace.

_ "I missed you! Touya please don't leave me again!" You pleaded desperately and it killed him to see you like that, even more so because he was the reason for your broken heart.

He pulled back to look into your puffy eyes and gently wiped your tears away.

_ "You idiot I missed you too, but be patient for a little longer please. I need to make sure no one would come for you, it's a risk talking to you here right now, but I couldn't help it, so I guess we're both idiots." He was trying to make you laugh, and it wasn't working but it was endearing to see him try.

He leaned in and locked your lips in a slow kiss. You sighed into his mouth and relaxed between his arms.

His tongue found his way to yours and you sucked the sneaky muscle hungrily. You felt him smiling against you before nibbling on your lower lip playfully.

You were out of breath, but you didn't want to pull away. You missed this, you missed him.

And suddenly a gush of cold air replaced his lips and you whined asking for more.

_ "You should go home."

You wanted to argue but you knew he was right. It was dangerous being together outside, so you just nodded and bit back the urge to cry again.

He pecked your forehead and your lips one last time before disappearing into the darkness.

_ "I'll wait for you." You whispered into the cold air of the night.

After that night, Dabi couldn't keep an eye on you for a while since the villains were already preparing for the final war against the heroes.

Days turned into weeks before he could finally find the time to properly visit you.

No one brought you up again after all, and everyone was busy with the preparations so he thought it was safe for you to meet.

He would never admit it, but his heart pounded in his chest as he stood in front of your door and knocked.

He waited, but you didn't answer, so he knocked again. And again, you didn't open your door.

His excitement soon turned into anxiety. Did something happen to you? He left you unattended for weeks so who knows?

He decided to visit the hospital and wait outside for a while, maybe you had a night shift, or maybe you were at the river side again.

However, you were nowhere to be found. And for days, he kept coming back to nothing.

Did you decide to move out and leave town? It made no sense in his head. He just wished you were safe, even if he never gets to see you again..

(To be continued…)

Dabi with a darling who has an oral fixation so he has you suck him off for a cigarette.... or what's left of it-

He thinks you're adorable, truly he does, and he tells you so. The way you chew on your lip or gnaw on your nails until they're bleeding. The way you'll bite on the tips of your fingers when you're engrossed in something, he adores that little pout of yours when he tells you it's something a child would do. He'll give you the occasional lollipop, letting you suck on it as he stares at you then taking it from you to pop it in his mouth. The little whines you bless him with when he does so, is probably his favorite. Occasionally, he'll catch you staring at him when he smokes, the way your eyes stay on the cigarette as he blows the smoke out the window. Tapping the ash off the tip and closing the window as he puts it out and ruffles your hair, "It's bad for you, babydoll." The way your little pout wobbles as he walks away, has him almost groaning aloud as he shifts his semi-hard cock in his pants. Dabi's not entirely mean though, he'll have no problem letting you suck on his fingers or let you keep his cock warm with your sticky tongue as he watches the latest news about him. It's because he's so nice that he has you on his lap right now, letting you grind on his cock as he blows the smoke in your face, with a hand curled around your hair to pull you away from his face as you try and wrap your lips around the stick in his hand. You're such a persistent little thing, aren't you? That's ok, he finds that shit adorable, he'll make you a little deal, princess, yeah? "You wanna suck on it, dolly?" you tilt your head at that, "...suck on what, the cigarette?" he waves the stick in your face, chuckling when your eyes follow the little stick of nicotine, "yeah baby, what else were you thinking about?" You shake your head at him, "I thought you said..." He blows the smoke in your face, watching you as you cough into your elbow. "I said it was bad for you, babydoll... but, I'm willing to let you suck on it if you can complete a little task, how 'bout it, prettygirl?" There's an immediate nod after your coughing fit. He hums as he kisses you with a grin and pops the cigarette back in his mouth as he unbuckles his belt and pulls out his cock. "You make me cum down that little throat and I'll let you have whatever's left of it."

Dabi should've known something was up, your over-eagerness to wrap your lips around his cock gave you away. Then again, Dabi would never tell you "no" for wanting to keep his dick warm, however you might want too. Be it with that wet little cunt or that tight throat he loves fucking open so much. But when your pulling him towards the couch as soon as he walks in, barely giving him time to close and lock the door. He should've sensed something up with you when he caught a glance of your coy little smirk. "What's up with you doll, huh? The fuck you bouncin' aroun' for?" He asks with a lazy drawl, letting you lead him to the couch. There's a soft giggle that slips from your lips at his little grumble, with a shake of the head you grin. Pushing him down on the couch and dropping to your knees, you feel a hand pull your head back by your hair. Frowning up at him, you try to continue your ministration only to have your hands slapped away from his zipper. Grabbing your face, he pushes your lips into a wet pout, "you gonna fuckin' answer me or are you that cock hungry? I walk in the door and you're already tryna' choke on my cock." He slaps your cheek when you continue to stare up at him with doe eyes. Shaking your head at him you pull at his belt, with a roll of the eyes, he lets go and leans back against the couch, unbuckling his belt he throws it to the side, "go ahead, since it's all you can think about- can't even kiss me before you're tryna jump on it, huh? Ignoring him you get back to your little task at hand, pulling down the zipper and pawing at his clothed cock, flaccid in his boxers. You lean down taking it into your mouth, soft tongue wetting the bland material as he runs a hand through your hair, "you gonna get it hard for me, babydoll? Gonna swallow my cum when it leaks down your little throat, yeah?" Using the hand in your hair, he shakes your head in a nodding motion, "good girl, go 'head." He laughs at his own joke before taking his cock out of his briefs and tapping it on your lips. With a glance upwards and a smirk attempting to twist the corner of your lips, you lean forward licking the slit, it's a knee-jerk reaction as he feels the cool metal on his tip, "Jesus fucking Christ you didn't baby, fuck you didn't... let me see." He groans out, leaning forward then gripping your cheeks as he grabs your tongue and pulls the pink muscle out of your mouth. The shiny ball in the middle glistens in the dim lights of the apartment. He huffs out a scoff, as his tongue digs into his cheek when you start to jerk his cock, hand squeezing slightly around the base. "Got it pierced for you, Touya."

i present my idea ✨knife kink dabi✨

TW: knife play, toxic relationship, Dabi hits her once, blood, threats, licking of said blood.

It was a weird request at first, he'll admit that. Then again, he's asked worst from you. His handprint branded into your ass proves so. While he does give you a little side-eye, he's absolutely not opposed to holding a sharp little thing to your throat while plead for him to not press down so hard. His pretty little princess wants him to hold a knife to their throat? Say less.

"Which one you wanna use, angel- actually, I probably shouldn't call you an angel anymore, huh? I think masochistic slut fits better, yeah?" Your lips form into a little pout, eyebrows furrowing as you pull on his coat. He chuckles at that, fingers fisting in your hair to pull your head back. His right thumb gliding over your little pout, index tapping your lips and slipping in to press down on your tongue. Sticky drool running down his hand as he finger fucks your mouth. Slipping his wet digit out to gloss your lips with your own spit.

"Why are you so mean Dabi," he scoffs at that. With a flick of his wrist, you're left with a stinging cheek and your head looking to the right. There's an immediate cry that's rips itself out of your throat, feet stumbling back. Quickly snatching your arm before you could fall, he brings you over to the set of knives he has laid out for you. "I won't ask again, either choose one or I will, and trust me... you won't like my choice. I promise you that."

With a meek nod, you glance at the assortment of switch blades, there's pretty black one with blue flames on it that you're positive Dabi would've chosen. But your mind's already made when you see a black steel-blade with rubies embedded into the handle. Pretty vermillion glare at you from its place on the counter. You slide your thumb over it at first, finger playing with the pretty gems. Picking it up to test the weight, you glide your palm over the blade. Sharp. So very sharp, Dabi could kill, given he presses deep enough.

"That one? The blue one is so much prettier," he finishes with a scoff as he pouts. You ignore his comment, nodding your head, you hand it over to him. Taking it from you, he gestures to the bedroom, twirling the deadly blade around his fingers as he stares you down. Glancing at him in uncertainty, you walk past him towards the room.

The room is warm, remnants of Dabis heat still trapped in the comforter, smells like him too, strongly of ash and cigarette smoke. It makes your brain foggy, he always smells so good, his musk is a comforting scent. There's the harsh sound of combat boots walking towards you, eyes snapping to the door, in a first-hand witness to his taunting eyes.

"You look shy doll, I couldn't possibly understand why, you came to me with this request, 'member?" You give a nod, inhaling a shaky breath as you lie on your back. He coos at you in faux sympathy, stepping closer and closer, like a lion, hunting, prowling.. but Dabi isn't one to lie and wait for very long. Especially when you look so innocent, like a helpless fawn who isn't yet aware of dangers like him. You're basically teasing him at this point, eyes too wide for to not think about fucking you, destroying you 'till there's nothing left.

You blink for a second, only for a second. It's quick, no- he's quick. The blade feels cold against your throat, sharp tip pressing a little too deep into your jugular for comfort. The smooth metal running down your throat to your tits, smoothing it over your nipples, perked for attention for the sharp tip. Your skin lifting in goosebumps, hair standing at the back of your neck when he twirls it around your left nipple.

"...I wonder, what do you think would happen if I just-" he presses the blade down harder in-between your breasts, "- ah, well.. would you look at that, hm? You're just as pretty inside as you are on the outside, oh how lucky I am." It doesn't hurt, just stings a little. The sticky scarlet immediately staining your clothes, dripping down your chest in little rain-drops. He eyes the wound for a minute before leaning down and licking it off your tits.

He hums, pulling back to look you in the eyes, "better then I thought, but not nearly as good as that little cunt I love so much." There's blood staining his teeth- your blood at that. The tip of his tongue licking away the remainder on your chest as he moves the tip of the handle of the blade to press into your clit.

There's an immediate jump-back, hand shooting down to grab onto his own, and he doesn't like that. Not even a little. "What? You got a problem with this but not when I'm lickin' blood off your tits? Some priorities you got, huh?" He swats away your hand as he presses the handle back into your clit, sliding it down over your underwear to press into your slit.

"I'm gonna fuck you with this blade, you know? See if it makes you cum quicker then my cock." You want to close your legs but he swats at them before you can even think to do so. "Try an' close 'em, and your chest won't be the only thing leaking pretty red for me." Your eyes twitch close when you feel the solid press into you, fucking you through your panties.

"Ahh, there we go, got that pussy leaking real pretty for me now, huh slut? You like this shit? 'Course you do, you're my bitch after all, ain't that right?"

This man burns the sheets when he cums. Especially if you're riding him, his head thrown back, tight grip on the soaked sheets as he whimpers... hands always moving. He can never keep still when he's about to cum, especially if you're overstimulating his cock, continously pulling orgasm after orgasm out of him. He panting like dehydrated dog, running his hands over your thighs, slapping your ass, playing with your pretty tits. He just can't. keep. still. So in turn, anytime he tries too touch you, you bat his hands away, so now his only hold on reality is the ruined sheets, pulling so harshly they start to tear at the seams, and that's when you smell it. Burnt cloth filling your lungs as you catch blue flames in the corner of your eyes.

He's shaking, body convulsing as he whines. Thighs shaking as the sheets start to burn, back arching while his eyes roll back. Pleasding for you too keep going, let him fill you up again, tight, wet cunt squeezing him for everything he's worth. Your nails scratching nasty, red marks down his chest. Sweaty strands of white hair sticking to his forehead as cerulean eyes stare up at you, onyx swallowing the blue whole.

"Please baby... fuckkk- keep going, yeah, yeah- just like that. Tightest fucking cunt, you want my cum so bad, don't you slut, huh?... mmhm shit." And of course, "sorry for the sheets babe, I'll buy you new ones pretty girl."

@dabislittlemouse I keep reading and re-reading your "riding dabi" post. He's so fucking pretty, also I feel like he gets tired from over-using his quirk so he'll have you ride him quite often.

Dabis favorite thing in bed is you riding him, he loves watching you bounce on his cock as he smokes a cigarette, hearing you whine all pretty for him while he uses a hand to rock your hips back and forth as you leave pretty red scratches down his scarred chest. Your pretty tits bouncing in his face as you bless his ears with choked whimpers, pleading with him to let you cum as he shudders from you tightening around him. He lets out the prettiest whines when he gets close, letting out stuttered pants as you lean close to his face, praising him for how good his cock feels, how good it makes you feel. How he always makes you cum and how you find it so pretty when his hands tighten around your hips to keep himself grounded, begging you to give him a break when he's overstimulated. Pleading with you you to just give him a second as those pretty groans turn into pitiful whines as you continue to bounce on his spent cock.

"Baby, baby, baby... please baby, give me a break... oh fuuck," or. "Can- can't cum again... please just- shiiit just a second doll," or. "Tight fucking cunt.. trying to bleed me dry, huh? yeah yeah yeah yeah, you fucking love this cock," and even. "Too much, too much... it hurts baby please... just a second baby I promise." @isabeauwolf

When Dabi says, "My pretty girl takes my cock so well." He's not talking to you, he's talking to your pussy.

MANNERS | touya todoroki x reader

summary: your boyfriend puts up too much of a fight for something so simple to do.

tags: afab + gn reader, dom reader, sub touya, pegging, teasing, brat touya, brat taming, he calls you a bitch, orgasm denial, soft coaxing, a little sadism, i think that’s it || nsfw, minors & ageless blogs DNI.

A/N: *scratches head* idk how we got here fellas. i was js tryna watch ghost rider, and now here we are 😟 also the formatting is shit but icba ill edit a better one later. @kazupedia here u go! and as always feedback and rbs r always encouraged <3

“i’ll fucking—k-kill you.”

“mhm.” you hum, your hips pushing your silicon cock deeper against his prostate, before halting. your nails rake down a pale patched chest, passing over his nipples and forcing a hiss out of the man underneath you. “of course you will.”

“i will, i’ll burn your face o—” touya’s tough threat (and that’s all it is, really) is abruptly cut off with a choke when you teasingly move, the brush of your cock against his sweet spot forcing him to swallow his words.

“you were saying?” his face twists into a scowl as he turns away from you, chest heaving and crimson from the scratches of your nails. your eyes follow the movement of his throat bobbing, the harsh swallow audible in the quiet room.

“fuck you.”

“isn’t that what’s happening?” you click your tongue, a filthy grin stretching on your face. “oh, my bad. i’m the one doing the fucking here, aren’t i?”

his face flushes red—with anger, irritation, arousal—and his scowl deepens, but he keeps his mouth shut. he’s aware of his position, at least.

“oh, c’mon,” you drawl, lazily dragging your cock out and slowly driving it back in, purposefully changing angles and avoiding his sweet spot to relish in the quiet whimper that escapes him, “all i’m looking for is some manners.”

“i’ll show you manners—”

once again, his words are cut off with a sharp inhale when your finger lightly trails up his drooling cock, the tip swollen a deep, dark red and leaking with precum.

“i could do this all day, y’know.”

his eyes widen, and you watch amusingly as his cock twitches—at your words and in desperation. he knows you aren’t lying.

“it’s just a word. a small please is all i’m asking for.” you pout. “surely you can give me that, at least?”

“when hell freezes over.”

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