Look Alike~ 🩶❤️

So I had a Thought™

As a Dabi girlie, who is always and forever also a Damon Salvatore girlie, I've realized that a lot of fanon Dabi is almost exactly like Damon.

The lil playful personality that either masks his pain, or just for shits n giggles depending on the mood, the teasing borderline lovable bullying, the burn the world down to keep you warm vibes, the hates everyone but you schtick, the dark, broody thing they have going on....not to mention the black hair & blue eyes combo.....

Especially if it's set without quirks? And it's in like college, or even a few Bassist Touya AUs or something??? Ooohh that's Damon

I think I've also been subconsciously characterizing Dabi as Damon in certain ways sometimes...

So anyways

You don't understand

I need him

AND IM BACK BECAUSE I SAW YOU POST AHOUT SUKUNA’S TRUE FORM.

Okay, okay, okay.

The stomach on his mouth…riding his stomach…getting eaten out like that…

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cw: Canon True Form Sukuna is a real fucking bastard, just fyi :) (and it keeps me wet tbh) + ab riding + minor Gojo mentions + minor angst I love this prompt so have an entire little drabble lovely! Thank you 🪞 anon ❤︎ wc: 1.4k

A/N: reworded for clarity 1/14

“P-Please I-I can’t– C-can’t cum anymore!”

You’re a blubbering whimpering mess.

Sukuna his true form had you screaming as you rode his twin cocks.

Both of your holes had been stretched beyond their limits.

You had lost all track of time.

Not knowing day from night nor how many times his cum had filled you in the last hour from this position alone.

After this last load though your body needed a break from being the curse king's personal fleshlight.

You forcibly push his hands, all four of them, off your waist and hips respectively. 

You didn’t realize how much his hands had been supporting you though until you fell forward. Wincing and legs shaking as you slid yourself off his massive cocks.

Sukuna smirks. 

You are a strong sorcerer, maybe even worthy of a special grade status. Yet still no match for him. 

Nevertheless, he received plenty of amusement from your attempts to resist him. 

Sukuna would allow you to savor some semblance of control before wickedly snatching it all away again.

Both your faces of frustration and of despair made the both of his cocks twitch.

“Oh? Is that so? What happened to ‘No, please, I’ll do whatever you ask?’”

Sukuna mocks your voice and you have to suppress the insults bubbling on your lips if you wanted him to take enough pity on your cunt for a break.

You bit your lip almost hard enough to draw blood.

You had made a promise to him though, a binding vow, out of sheer desperation.

“Yes, but it’s been two months!”

“And he’s still alive. Unfortunately for you, you didn’t specify the time parameters.”

Sukuna was right. 

Satoru was alive and you had panicked when you made the vow.

Thinking your fiancé would die, you didn’t bargain nor make any stipulations other than him living and you obeying Sukuna. 

This fucking bastard. 

Sukuna loves to remind you of the reasons you are bound to him. He has you on his hook until the day he tires of you essentially.

You frowned.

You just wish he didn’t use nearly every opportunity to rub it in your face. 

You couldn't think of Satoru right now.

Especially not now when a mixture of both Sukuna’s and your fluids leaked out of your dripping cunt and ass to pool on Sukuna’s stomach beneath you. 

Thoughts of Satoru weighed too heavy on you since being reduced into a pretty little cumdump for Sukuna. You reluctantly pushed him to the back of your mind again as you had been doing since you arrived at Sukuna’s palace.

Straddling Sukuna's abs, you leaned forward and pressed your soft tits into his chest.

Your glassy eyes looked up at him as you steeled yourself to be as charming as you could while begging reprieve for your still spasming pussy.

“Please, Kuna– D-Daddy… give my little pussy a break.”

You sniffled and a few tears ran down your cheeks framing the sad little pout you on your lips. 

“Awe, baby’s slutty holes tired of taking cocks?”

You nodded as one of his hands cups your face.

You started to lean into his touch when the tongue in his palm sent shivers through you as it licked up your tears and bit onto your jaw.

Sukuna brought you closer to him. His hands grabbing into the fat of your ass and hips, while he spoke to you in a slow seductive drawl.

“You know… I’m not as cruel as they all think I am…”

Shuddering as another fallen tear of yours was quickly lapped up.

“I’m much worse.”

Furrowing brows not even completely formed on your face before you felt the wide mouth on his broad stomach open underneath you. 

An extremely large and thick tongue wasted no time in diving straight into your cunt.

“FUCKSHITFFFF-UCK!”

A guttural scream overcomes you and your eyes roll back into your skull. 

Your overstimulated pussy quivers at the large wet appendage forcing its way in, dragging its thick and coarse surface along the walls of your cunt. 

Exploring, Sukuna’s tongue quickly finds your g-spot.

His abdominal tongue swirls and laps against the sensitive sweet spot. 

Your toes curl and your manicured nails drag red streaks down Sukuna’s pectorals making his chest rumble in satisfaction.

Whenever you can manage to pry your eyes out of the back of your head you glare death at him through your cries of pleasure.

“Don’t even think about cumming until I say you can, slut. Imagine having the nerve to ask for a fucking break.”

Sukuna’s threatening growls have you choking on your own slobber in attempts to steady your breath to keep from cumming and upsetting him further.

His hands, still deeply rooted in your flesh, rock your pelvis forward towards him to fuck his tongue in deeper.

“N-No, P-Puhleaseee…,” you sniffle out, “N-need to cum.”

“Mm? No, you distinctly just told me you couldn’t cum anymore, brat. So you should have no fucking trouble listening to orders.”

You whimper aloud as Sukuna's hands on your hips move to your waist to force you to sit back up fully, sinking lower onto his tongue, pushing into the very depths of your cunt.

“Should we stimulate this hole up here? Let me make it easier for her to take in all the seed I’ve yet to pump into you after this.”

Your body quivered at the threat.

Although wasn’t long before he had you thrashing on top of him as his impossibly long abdominal tongue swivels against the hole of your cervix.

You try to fall forward, anything to escape his slimy appendage from bullying every tingling nerve on the hot and gooey entrance of your womb. 

Sukuna is quicker though and stops you before you can even budge.

His hands on your ass left in favor of folding your arms together behind your back faster than you could blink. 

This new position has you arching further down on him, taking his tongue in deeper still.

Your tits are up and bouncing and your tongue lolls out of your mouth as you cannot resist the urge to buck your hips and ride the wet tongue coming out of his taunt abs. 

“I can feel her opening up for me, Y/N. Your body is too honest for you to be such a lying manipulative bitch.”

You can’t even object to what he was saying as you could no longer bite back the body racking moans from the pleasure radiating out of your cunt.

You didn’t care anymore.

Your pussy would cum as many times as Sukuna ordered her to as if she were a puppet on his strings. You had no control over your own body when with him.

You spiral towards your umpteenth orgasm as his tongue is now twisting into the hole of your cervix as if it could push completely through.

Sukuna's hand on your waist moves down suckle on your pulsing clit and your body is quickly becoming jelly in control.

He senses you are close, it is too easy for him to make a whore like you come undone.

“Cum. Your King commands it, greedy slut.”

Shockwaves shoot through your cunt as your walls enclose and convulse on his tongue, eager to cum even before the order is fully given. 

Your orgasm hits you hard and you are foaming at the mouth as you shriek out his name.

“SUKUNA!!”

Heaving and practically hyperventilating, you gasp for air.

Filthy with your juices that still continue to spurt out of you in intervals, his tongue continues to impale you through your high.

Your hips still rocking on him.

“HA! Are you trying to drown me, whore?” 

Sukuna taunts. The amount he had you gushing into his stomach mouth would have waterboarded and killed a lesser man.

Sukuna only stops to lift your cunt off his tongue once he issues his next command of you.

“Now lean back and slide your hips forward, brat. You’re going to come just from this tongue in your ass next.”

The harsh slap to your rear followed by a sharp bite from his hand signals to you he means business as always.

You groan in complaint but nevertheless, your body is willingly complying, regardless of your mind’s will.

Your even shivering in anticipation despite yourself.

Sukuna watches your conflicted demeanor with an evil glee. 

Truthfully, no one really knew the exact rules and consequences surrounding a binding vow. 

Given the nature of these pacts he is more or less convinced it is the intent, rather than any verbal technicalities that govern these vows.

Sukuna was almost 100 percent certain any real obligation you had to him had been fulfilled after the first time you agreed to let him ruin you. 

Chuckling to himself, Sukuna wonders how long you will let his thick cocks and your crushing guilt keep you from realizing what’s been so obvious to him. 

Yet Sukuna is more than willing to play along with you, again and again until you do though.

JKSJSJ HELLO??!!!

@angelblueflame @isabeauwolf

*chanting* HAWKS IN A DRESS HAWKS IN A DRESS HAW-

Izuku and Katsuki

One of these dogs got to help mow the lawn today. Impossible to tell which.

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Deck the Halls

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[NSFW] ‼ 18+ >MDNI<

Summary: You have a lot of fun decorating for Christmas

Pairing: Dabi/Fem Reader

Content Warning: Smut, Christmas Sex, Begging, Dacryphilia, Edging, Overstimulation, Creampie, Multiple Orgasms, Dom/Sub Undertones, Touya's a bit mean but we love it lol

Word Count: 1.1k

Disclaimer: Character belongs to Kohei Horikoshi

A/N: This is the 3rd part of 12 fics for a 12 Days of Christmas event. Enjoy and Happy Holidays!

My Masterlist

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"Don't drop the ornament, Dolly~" Touya taunts with a hot whisper in your ear, his front pressed up against your back. Two fingers curl inside your cunt sharply and trembles wrack through your body, his other arm wrapped around your torso and cupping your breast beneath your shirt, squeezing and kneading it while holding you in place.

"I'm trying!" You whine, grinding your hips down to chase more pleasure, only to whimper pathetically when you're denied it. In your distraction, the little plastic snowflake-shaped ornament in your grasp slips, clattering against the floor when long fingers suddenly press against your sweet spot.

He tuts and sighs, "You dropped it, sweetheart.", stilling his movements but keeping his fingers stuffed inside you.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to~" You cry, sweat sliding down your forehead and cunt clenching around the digits. "Please, please, I'm good, I've been good."

"Mm, I don't know about that. You've only managed six ornaments on the tree. You have twenty total, though I suppose nineteen now. Do you really think that's good?" He heckles, tracing shapes into your sweat-damp skin with blunt nails.

"Mmn, 'm sorry, 'm sorry, please, I wanna be good for you." You simper, legs trembling as you reach a shaky hand out to take another ornament.

"Hmm, we'll see." He hums, tone all mocking amusement as his thumb rubs firm circles into your clit, without moving his other fingers.

You whine and shake and moan, but you try your best.

It takes another half hour before you're finished hanging the ornaments, all while trying to concentrate, but not as well as you'd like.

The second ornament to slip and fall is a pretty little angel, when he scissors his fingers within you, stretching you out

The third is an adorable reindeer, falling when he abruptly curls his fingers right up against your sweet spot again, while sucking a mark into the junction between your neck and shoulder.

The fourth, you no longer care what it is, drops and bounces away when he gives a hard pinch to your nipple while simultaneously playing with your sensitive clit.

And each time, you apologize tearfully, and each time he tuts and mocks you, licking up your salty tears.

All that time, for almost an hour, he never lets you cum once. Every time he noticed you were close, he'd stop his movements or pull out, and every time, you'd cry and beg so prettily for him.

You manage to put the last ornament on the tree with trembling limbs, sighing shakily as you look at it through tear blurred vision.

He's been edging you, playing with you, for so long that you feel like you're going to shatter if you don't get to cum soon, if he doesn't fuck you soon.

He coos at your glassy eyes peering back at him, chuckling when your lips wobble. "Please?" Your voice is broken and so very sweet as you plea with him for anything, for everything, and he buries his face into your neck, sighing against you there. "Alright baby, you tried your best, I know." He presses a kiss to your flushed skin as he slips his fingers out of you, fully removing his hand from your pants, and you can't help the small whine that escapes you at the prominent emptiness.

Turning you to face him, he captures your lips in a slow languid kiss that makes your legs jelly and your pussy throb.

Your fingers tangle in his snowy hair, tugging and pulling him as close as possible, trying to melt into him, and he allows it, warm hands gripping your hips, keeping you close.

He trails kisses down your throat as he guides you down to the floor, onto the tree rug beneath the Christmas tree, laying you out like the gift you are.

And like a gift, he tears off whatever hides you from view, opening you up and admiring what he was blessed with.

He slides in slowly, seeming to want to still tease you even now, and all you could do is take whatever he decides to give. Because no matter your sweet pleas of more, harder, faster, he'd just swallow your words with a deep kiss, murmuring against your lips, "You shouldn't have dropped them, hm Dolly?"

He fucks you slow and deep under the colourful Christmas tree, trailing kisses wherever his hot mouth can reach, admiring the pretty colours of the Christmas lights dancing across your face and shining in your glossy eyes.

You cum with a sob, your sensitive walls pulsing around him, dragging him over the edge with you and he paints your insides white with a deep groan.

Chest shuddering as you try to catch your breath, you gaze up at him dazedly, before dragging him down into a flithy kiss; licking into his mouth when he allows it.

His cock barely begins to soften from his orgasm when you feel him twitch to full hardness again, grinding into you.

Gasping at the overstimulation to your sensitive cunt, you drag your nails down his back. "Touya wait—" your words are cut off with a choked moan when he pulls back, leaving just the head inside, before shoving back in with a hard thrust.

"Aww, you thought we were done baby?" He coos, licking up the tear trickling down your cheek. You look up at him with glazed eyes, lips parted on a silent moan and shaking as he rolls his hips, grinding against your sweet spot.

"You dropped four ornaments, silly girl." He murmurs, brows furrowed in fake disappointment, his hand cupping your cheek, thumb brushing your cheekbone, wiping away a stray tear. "So you need to let me see your pretty pussy cry for me four times, yeah?" His grin is sharp as he punctuates his words with a thrust, chuckling lowly at the way your expression crumbles into bliss.

The overstimulation hurts deliciously, the pain and pleasure melting into one as he picks up his pace, fucking into you hard and fast just like you begged earlier.

In the dancing, colourful lights, he looks like art. His hair and staples shine in different colours, his eyes glow, with their intensity and his smile is feral and mean and beautiful.

By the time he's done with you, your vision is just a blur of colours, with the most prominent one being the burning blue of his eyes.

Your apartment is nicely adorned with holiday decor of all kinds and colours, the tree being the last to be decorated, and you drift off to sleep right there; half under the faux tree with a dopey, fucked out smile, naked and debauched covered in sweat, slick and sticky cum.

You did hope for a white Christmas after all.

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I like thinking about how differently the storylines of MHA would've gone if the villains had been on the side of heroes (and I guess there'd have to be a new set of villains to fill in their shoes). Obviously we'd not have our beloved LOV which is unacceptable, but man, think about how useful their quirks would'a been. Nomu attack on the USJ? One touch from Shigaraki and that's no longer a problem. The fire at the campsite? Sic Twice's clones out there to get everyone to safety. Double kudos if he had the measurements of someone with a water-based quirk. Instant fire and rescue team. Bakugou still got kidnapped? As soon as they find him, just Kurogiri-nap him back.

AFO being a huge pain in the ass? Don't have to fight him or even get close to his murderous aura if you can just nuke him with the human equivalent of an OP flamethrower (Dabi).

Perfection and it's what we deserved

The pure chaos of it would be beautiful 🤣🤣

Ochako saved Toga the only way she knew how.

Deku saved Tomura the only way he knew how...?😅

Real

Some idiot: "Why are you reading your own fic, that's shallow and stupid"

All fanfic writers and writers everywhere: "Who the fuck do you think I wrote it for?!"

💃💃💃