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Dream Demon

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[NSFW] ‼ 18+ >MDNI<

Summary: Incubus Dabi comes for a meal

Pairing: Incubus!Dabi/Human Fem Reader

Content Warning: R*pe/Noncon, Dubcon, DARK FIC, Aphrodisiacs, Incubus Dabi, Nightmares, Sleep Paralysis, Paralysis, Mutilation, Genital Mutilation, Blood, Gore

Word Count: 2.4k

Disclaimer: Character belongs to Kohei Horikoshi

A/N: This is for a Halloween Challenge in one of the communities here on Tumblr. I used four prompts from the challenge, plus my own for funsies, so I'll be posting every Thursday up to and including Halloween.

Promt: Incubus & Nightmare

As always, cross posted on AO3

Happy Halloween and Enjoy!💕

My Masterlist

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You're used to the haunting nightmares. Of things from your past, of all sorts of horrible possibilities, of people and things that scare you, that could hurt you.

Sometimes they're so vivid and realistic, when you wake up, you mistake it for reality.

Sometimes they're so hazy and random, you can barely remember them.

Sometimes you wake up jolting upright, scream tearing from your throat, voice hoarse afterwards.

Sometimes you wake up frozen and stiff, unable to move but wide awake. Breathing is hard, and you swear you see shadows, hear whispers, feel puffs of breath on your skin, raising goosebumps in their path. You don't know what is real, what is dream, how to breathe, how to move.

It lasts mere minutes that feel like hours, and when it's done, you feel drained.

You don't know how to explain this to someone in a way they can understand, so you don't bother.

You are accustomed to it, have accepted that it's simply another aspect of your life.

And then something shifts.

At one point, you swear you see the silhouette of someone hovering over you in your paralyzed state. It was towards the end of it, for maybe two seconds, and then you could breathe and move, and the silhouette was gone.

You dismissed it as a trick of the light.

How naive.

It kept happening, for longer periods of time, randomly. Sometimes it's there, sometimes it isn't.

And now, today something changes.

It's a vivid dream, vivid nightmare, vivid memory. Something you've dreamt about and relived over and over, and nothing ever truly changes. Not the dark, the moon, nor the cold.

Except for this time.

Because this time, you feel the warm pressure on your chest.

It's almost pleasant at first. Something different, something warm in the cold loneliness and fear that usually saturate your dreams.

And then it gets warmer. And warmer. And hot. Hotter. Your very blood boils, your skin blistering, the fear of your nightmare fading to the pure terror of burning up inside out from the unknown source.

Your surroundings are so heated you can see the heatwaves in the air around you, yet your bones are cold, heavy to the point of weighing you down and pinning you to the spot. You can't move.

You try to find your voice, to scream and get this to stop, but it feels like there's a hand wrapped around your throat, blocking your air and your voice. You want to scream, to cry, but you can't.

A near blinding flash of a pale blue light forces your eyes shut instinctively, making you stumble and fall backwards, but it only lasts a second. You snap your eyes back open only to be confused and even more terrified, which you didn't think was possible.

Because though the scorching heat subsides back into a low warmth, there's someone looming over you, his hand on your throat.

A pair of glowing twin flames of blue stare at you. The slitted pupils are unnerving, the intensity of them overwhelming.

The skin below his eyes are an inky purple, almost black, and a gradient of the same colouring creeps along his jaw and cheeks, down his neck and collarbones. There's the same dark pigmentation creeping up his arms to his biceps, piercings seeming to hold the colour to pale skin. You can see more of the same colouring and piercings on his bare lower torso.

The low light illuminates the silver littering his face, body and pointed ears, and the gleam of sharp teeth in his wide grin.

Tall, sleek black horns that curl up and back from within his dark hair, and large leathery, batlike wings on his back are surely a hallucination.

The hold on your throat mercifully loosens as he leans in to whisper into your ear.

"Oh, you're going to be delicious." His voice is low, smoky and deep, the words a saccharine whisper, his warm breath hitting your cheek as he traces a short, sharp claw along your other cheek, drawing a thin line of blood.

You shudder, in both fear and something else that scares you even more, as you stare up at him when he pulls back.

He grins that wretched grin as he coos, "I can smell your interest, Sweetheart." Leaning in, his forked tongue licks up the stripe of blood on your cheek, the cut stinging. "I can taste it."

He can taste the tang of despicable arousal that mixes with your fear, and you hate yourself that bit more for it.

You try to move, try to scream, but nothing happens. Nothing moves but your eyes as they frantically look around for the nonexistent way to escape.

So lost in your terror, you don't notice him move again, until you feel the soft brush of lips along your throat; that forked tongue following the touch, hot and wet against your skin. 

His claws tear through your thin clothes with frightening ease, before heated hands start to move over your now bare body; up your sides and across your chest, toying with your nipples, while his mouth roams your skin, leaving bites and licks, and marks and bruises in its wake as he makes his way down the length of your body.

The stimulation sends betraying heat through you, down to your core. You feel yourself getting aroused, the wetness between your legs mortifying.

Yet, it is tempting. Hypnotizing.

The desire to just give yourself over to that heat, to let this creature do what he wants, make you feel good with whatever he's doing to your body, be it here in your dreams or in the waking world, is vicious and strong.

But the moment that thought barely even occurs, instead of the hands bringing soft touches and treacly pleasure, there is agony.

Searing and blinding as his claws drag slow and deep into the flesh of the sides of your thighs, yet you cannot scream. Warm blood pours out of you as the gashes weep, tears stream down your cheeks as you try and fail even to sob.

He chuckles darkly.

“How rude of me,” he murmurs, biting into your inner thigh, just enough to leave a deep bruise. “I forgot my manners. I haven’t even introduced myself. You may call me Dabi. I want to hear you scream my name, after all.”

There's no time to process what he said as your autonomy is returned, though barely. You immediately let out a ragged sob, in pain and terror, as you uselessly try to escape.

He wastes no time in going right back to playing with your body, with the places where you're sensitive. His hands alternating between pinching at your sensitive nipples and pressing along the tender edges of your wounds as he licks a stripe up your wet folds, to your clit, making you gasp, writhe, and moan.

His tongue feels like hot velvet, your cunt tingling from his aphrodisiac-laced saliva, and you can’t help but cry out his name when he slips the slick appendage into you; and you find that it feels like a curse and a plea on your tongue, your pussy dripping.

“Mmm that’s it,” he growls against your drenched heat, the sound distinctly not human. “Let me hear you scream my fucking name.”

You're delirious and disoriented as the contrasting sensations of terror, pain and pleasure writhe under your skin, soaking your brain and heart.

You let out a broken, whimpering sob as you feel something wrap around your thigh and force your legs open a little wider, tight around the gash he left there, making it bleed even more, the blood pooling beneath you.

Looking down, you notice that it's a long, spaded tail, the colour of his marks, that's holding you open for the demon. 

Because that's very obviously what this thing is. A demon.

Spread wide enough for clawed fingers to press against your—no.

No, no, no, no, NO!

You thrash and scream, but the hot hand and tail around your thighs tighten to keep you still, and clawed fingers tear their way inside, no matter how slowly they go.

The pain is blinding. Nauseating.

Pain radiates through your entire being, and the trembling and sobbing certainly don't help you, only furthering your mutilation as he spreads them wide, stretching you out.

Warmth trickles down your legs, the mixture of your previous arousal and blood soaking your skin and the surface below you.

And oh.

You forgot that that was only the entry.

You forgot to prepare yourself for the exit, and so you scream as he tears you open freshly when the fingers leave, your eyes clenched tightly, and then something much bigger presses inside your unwilling body.

That sensation paired with the pulsing pain of his tail around your injured thigh has you letting out a sobbing scream as your eyes fly open.

The sound is abruptly cut off as you wake up, with terror soaking your mind and soul, hazy with disorientation, and nothing moves but your eyes, and your throat that spasms for air. For a moment, your body is locked up and paralyzed again, feeling like a volcanic rock rests on your chest, and just as your ability to move and see clearly returns, the barely shaken terror of your nightmare slams back into you with full force.

Because it was not simply a nightmare.

If the pulsing pain coursing through you isn't evidence enough, the glow of the demon's eyes in the dark of your room as they look at you, illuminating his markings and piercings around them with the little light being cast, certainly is, and you give a broken sob.

But the sound breaks off into a traitorous moan when his hips rock into yours; your fear-saturated mind finally realizing that the pain is rapidly going away, making way for heady pleasure.

You can feel the way your skin knits back together until the only evidence left of the wounds are the blood soaked sheets, and the smear of crimson on your skin.

A low, breathless moan escapes you as Dabi rolls his hips, and you tremble and writhe beneath him for a whole different reason, as you feel how full you are of the demon's cock and the treacherously delicious stretch of your cunt around him.

Heart pounding in your ears, you feel a bead of sweat trickle down the side of your forehead as he pumps into you, slow and deep, hitting your sweet spot on every thrust; the fear and arousal swirling as one in your stomach. His pace gradually picks up, until he's fucking into you mercilessly, and your eyes roll back.

Your pleasure builds and builds, and you can do nothing to stop it, you don't even know if you truly even want it to stop, and then you feel something inside of you, alongside your approaching climax, shift.

It's a foreign sensation, like something is under your skin, tangled along your veins, moving. It doesn't hurt, but it feels strange. Your heart is racing, and you're sure that he can hear it.

You're on the edge, so, so close, and then, you feel that strange shifting thing start to crawl up; into the back of your throat, and spilling out into your mouth, though you can't taste anything on your tongue, as your orgasm crashes over you with a sob, wisps of blue spilling out from your lips. Your cunt clamps down around him as you shudder and pant.

His eyes glow a little brighter as he grins, a monstrous, depraved thing, sharp and cruel and mocking, as he coos, "Thank you for the meal." His voice is a low purr, the tone all dark pleasure he leans in close, bracing his weight on one arm, his other hand catching your chin and forcing your mouth open, as his hips slow to a deep roll. Your fear spikes sharper as you once again can't move, as the thought that this man, this thing, is going to kiss you, and your eyes sting with tears, as though he hasn't already taken your body.

But no, he simply leans in close, enough for your noses to brush.

You see a faintly glowing blue cloud of mist pour out from between your lips, almost the same shade as his eyes, as he opens his mouth, sharp fangs bared, shotgunning it, and you can do nothing but lay there in your terrified confusion and let him do what he wants to you, whatever it is he's doing to you.

He groans, deep and guttural, as he swallows the mist, his hips moving a little rougher. You're sensitive and overstimulated, a whine stuck in your immobile throat.

You feel his cock twitch within you, his eyes rolling shut as he spills his release deep inside you, filling you with his hot cum; a confusing heat settling into the skin of your lower abdomen.

And when the fog finally stops pouring from your lips, and he gets his fill, he smiles; indulging in your fear and whatever he just took from you, be that the fear itself, your nightmare or your very soul.

You take a shuddering breath as control of your limbs comes back to you, but they feel like lead and you still can't make yourself move.

Glancing down, your breath hitches as you see the cause for the heated sensation in your abdomen.

Just below your navel, above where the monster's cock is still buried inside of you, is an intricate mark, a tattoo, the colour of his eyes etched into your skin, and your tears finally fall, because deep down, you know what it means.

Branding you as his, there is no escape.

And you want to fight, to scream, to do something, but exhaustion is taking a hold on you.

"Go to sleep," he instructs, his voice is a whisper, yet seems to echo, and you struggle to keep your eyes open. A futile effort, as you don't manage anything else before the dark is swallowing you back up in a blissfully dreamless slumber.

The last thing you hear is his haunting voice chuckling,

"Time for seconds." 

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I'M WITH THE BAND — touya todoroki smau

includes: band au, bassist! touya + guitarist! keigo + drummer! tomura + lead singer! reader, probably ooc...

warnings: fluff, crack, suggestiveness, swearing

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Yes we're on the same page!!

I just had a thought. An epiphany if you will.

So I saw a pic of Kuroo and Kenma from Haikyuu and I was slapped with the realization that they're what ShigaDabi would've been like if they grew up normally and went to school together.

Kenma & Shiggy with their games for starters, and Kuroo and Touya with their annoying but loveable best friend vibe

Do we see the vision??? Or am I just yapping?

@angelblueflame @isabeauwolf

Oh, that hurted!! 😃

touya todoroki embodied the profound eldest daughter pain in every single way. the vigilance of not giving in to the love you’re finally offered too late because it feels like a betrayal to the pain your younger self has felt and carried forever…..vs the screaming, wailing, childlike ache at the mere thought that the ones you always begged for attention have finally looked your way, and the misery it took to get there…..the mental image of the child you were when you finally broke, recognizing that that part of you has never really gone away……and then his final scene…the guilt of leaving your innocent younger sibling behind in all the terror so that you can seek out what YOU need, likely to their detriment….the pain of knowing you harbored hatred toward them because they were beloved when you were not….and coming to understand that they, too, suffered, even if it didn’t look the same, and that now you’ve contributed to that suffering, and what does that make you?…..god i will never ever ever recover from him. he carried too much, too long, just like all of us.

Naw bc my brows were furrowed and my soul was perplexed

btw if you tell me something and i reply with “oh???” that’s the equivalent of a dog’s ears perking up

Crunching once again 🤤

I just had thee most delicious KFC Cruncher Sandwich

It was heavenly

It was the crunchiest Cruncher I've ever crunched.

Like, I've had it plenty of times, but this was downright divine.

10/10

Yk what, it's rather disrespectful that we can't regenerate, but especially people who can give birth.

You're telling me. That I have the ability to grow a WHOLE MF HUMAN WITHIN ME. Grow A FUCKING BRAIN, BONES AND ORGANS.

But I CAN'T choose to go to a hospital, let a doctor pop my eyeballs like balloons, wait a few months, and they grow back, thus allowing me WHOLE NEW EYES, that are NOT going to give me fuckass vision???????????????

Fuck off.

What the fuck.

I AM TIRED OF THIS SHIT MAN EVERYTHING IS SO FUCKING BLURRY ALL THE MF TIME AND I HAVE KERATOCONUS SO GLASSES DON'T DO SHIT AND MY EYES ARE ALWAYS TOO FUCKING IRRITATED TO USE THE CONTACTS RAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH

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?!"