She/They ⭑ 23 ⭑ Bi ⭑ ♌ ⭑ Dabi My Love ⭑ My AO3🌙💜: https://archiveofourown.org/users/MoonChild701
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Gonna gargle it
I wasn't done yet
okay, yes, I know that comma isn't supposed to be there but I want the reader to take a breath! I want a pause! Stop trying to correct me, I'm trying to control the flow of reading
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Naughty Santa
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[NSFW] ‼ 18+ >MDNI<
Summary: Elf Helper Reader sits in Mall Santa Touya's lap
Pairing: Pro Hero Dabi/Fem Reader
Content Warning: Smut, Public Sex, Crack, Horrible Christmas puns (you're a menace), Light Spanking(??it's like a single smack), Riding, Exhibition, Almost Caught, Praise Kink, Semi Clothed Sex, Mall Santa Dabi
Word Count: 2k
Disclaimer: Character belongs to Kohei Horikoshi
A/N: This is the 5th part of 12 fics for a 12 Days of Christmas event. Enjoy and Happy Holidays!
Don't be scared to be a lil naughty this year🤭
Prompt: Sitting on Santa's lap
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Touya was somehow convinced ̶b̶u̶l̶l̶i̶e̶d̶ ̶ into being Santa Claus at the mall this year.
It's for a charity event the agency hosts every year, with the heroes and sidekicks playing Santa and his elves for the hoards of germ-riddled, snot-nosed, whiny brats.
Now normally, with it being his agency, Endeavor himself is supposed to be the one playing Santa again, as he'd done the previous years.
But last year, the flaming trash's temper flared at one point, causing his stupid flame beard to appear, burning away the fake Santa beard and promptly traumatizing most of the kids who witnessed it, which then dropped the agency's ranking.
So this year, needing a new Santa, it was decided that Touya, as his eldest and the next in line to inherit the agency, is to suffer as Santa.
The suit is stuffy and uncomfortable, the beard is a horror on his skin, and the children are loud, obnoxious and annoying, as children usually are.
He wants to go home.
His only saving grace, is you, dressed in that adorable little elf costume that has no business looking that sexy.
A little red and green dress that he's pretty sure is a size too small as it just barely covers your ass, stopping at mid thigh, with thigh high, red and white striped stockings leaving a thin sliver of skin, green and white shoes and hat, and fake elf ears.
That outfit can't be kid friendly.
Looking at the other sidekicks dressed as elves too, in relatively the same thing, he decides it's just him. The others look normal.
At least he has something to look at to keep him sane.
And that's exactly what he does right now as you greet the first swarm of gremlins into Santa's Wonderland.
Whatever arousal he'd gained watching you was instantly gone at the grating sound of the high octave of children screaming and clapping.
It's gonna be a long day.
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"And we're done!” you chirp, bounding over as the last of the kids, a little girl, skips away, waving at everyone. Many sticky, screaming children later, Touya is finally free.
Seeing the drained look on his face, you smile softly at him. “I’m gonna help clean up if you wanna just rest a bit, okay?”
He hums tiredly in response and you press a quick kiss to his cheek before leaving.
The chair he's been stuck in is soft and he's exhausted, so he just unbuckles the black belt, unzips the front of the Santa jacket and pulls off his white gloves, resting his head on his fist and letting his eyes slip shut. A small nap won't hurt.
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He wakes up to a weight on his lap and automatically complains. “I’m done being Santa!” he groans, damn near whining, stubbornly keeping his eyes closed.
“But Santa,” you coo, gliding your hand up his chest, over the white vest he wore under the costume, feeling the lines of hard muscle beneath the fabric. Pulling the fake beard down under his chin, you press a kiss to his lips and murmur against him, “What about what I want for Christmas?”
Well that certainly got his attention.
His eyes snap open to look at you, feeling your cheeky smile against his lips. Straddling his lap, hands balanced on his shoulders, you hum happily when he pulls you in closer by your waist and deepens the kiss, biting down softly on your bottom lip.
You let your lips fall open and Touya slips his tongue into your mouth as you wrap your arms around his neck. He can feel himself grow harder and kisses you deeper, heated hands falling to trail up your thighs, under your dress, to your ass, squeezing and kneading the flesh there, before pulling away, leaning back and dropping both of his hands to your thighs to pull you down onto his bulge, groaning.
“Someone's gonna see us, Dolly,” he murmurs, eyes lidded and hot on you.
You pull the beard fully off, throwing it to the side somewhere, and drag him back in by the nape of his neck, muttering against his lips, “Everyone left. There’s only the cleaners at the back of the mall. I checked”
“Hmm, so? What do you want, baby?” he asks amusedly, voice husky and low.
You trail your lips up his jaw to his ear, whispering, “Fuck me, Santa,” your breath tickling his skin. "And keep the hat on."
He breathes out a moaning curse, muttering "Weirdo.", while squeezing your waist and holding you in place as he thrusts his hips up against you, groaning at the friction.
You moan softly at the feeling, and your lips twitch with the need to grin as you get a horrible idea and decide to say it anyway.
"You wanna go up my chimney?" You giggle, laughing even harder at the face he makes. "Gonna empty your sack in me, Santa?"
“Please, not the puns,” he groans, nipping at your bottom lip.
"Let me jingle your bells?” you whisper, smiling cheekily against his lips. He rolls his eyes, surging in to capture your lips in a kiss to shut you up.
He won't admit outloud how adorable you are right now; sitting pretty in his lap in your little elf costume, muttering horrible Christmas puns in between giggles, but he might as well play along.
He trails his lips down your neck, pressing kisses to your throat and dragging his tongue up and over your jaw, murmuring, "Mm, you been a good girl this year?", as he grinds up against you.
You shudder, biting your lip to try to stifle a breathy moan, as you automatically tilt your head back to give him more room to your neck. "Mm, no Santa. I've been naughty."
He can't believe he's doing this. The Christmas lights are still lit for fuck's sake, though the mall had turned the main lights out. The music is still playing yet here he is, defiling the Santa chair.
As he peppers your skin in little nips and marks, he hums, murmuring, "Naughty girls don't deserve presents."
You grind down against him, raking your nails down his chest. "I can be a good girl for you, Santa."
Sucking a mark just below your ear, he purrs, "I'll have to punish you if you can't, hm?", as he pulls down the zipper of your dress, before pulling it up and off of you, leaving you in just your underwear, the shorts that kept you modest and the thigh highs.
“Can I get on the nice list if I make Santa feel good?” you ask, batting your lashes up at him while rolling your hips.
Laughing lowly, he rips the shorts off, a little fire aiding the process, nipping at your bottom lip when you giggle, and muttering, "Depends." as he drops the tatters of the shorts to the floor near the dress. "On what?", you ask breathlessly as he unhooks your bra and discards that too. You arch into his hold when he grasps a handful of your tits, kneading the soft flesh.
"On how well you take me." He grins, pinching and playing with your nipple, pulling you back down for another searing kiss, shoving his tongue into your mouth at the first gasp.
One hand remains playing with your chest as the other squeezes your ass slightly, then slides in between the both of you to palm his erection before moving and shifting you to sit up on your knees while he pulls his pants halfway down his thighs, freeing his straining erection.
He thrusts his unclothed cock up against you, making you moan into his mouth and grind down your clothed cunt against him, the soaked panties gliding over him.
You're so wet he could probably just slide right into you.
When he maneuvers you to sit up again, you let out a little whine at the loss of friction that’s cut off by a choked moan when he pulls your panties to the side and eases two thick fingers into you.
"Greedy little elf,” he teases, curling his fingers inside you, feeling how easy you take him, opening up so well for him.
He thrusts once, twice, scissoring them, then pulls them out, immediately lining up the thick head of his dick to your hole, dragging it through your wet folds.
It's all the warning you get before he pushes in, groaning as he pulls you down onto his fat cock, slowly but all at once bottoming out.
Throwing your head back, you moan long and low as you dig your nails into the velvet material covering his shoulders.
He runs his hands up your sides, letting you adjust to the stretch, pushing you up and back so you're on display for him, in nothing but your elf hat, thigh highs and panties. He grips your ass, lifting you up before dropping you back down onto his lap, your cunt sucking in his dick. You moan, gripping his Santa jacket to stabilize yourself.
“Ride me,” is all he says. But you're still shaking, still trying to adjust to the sheer size of him, so when you don’t move, the stinging slap to your ass causes you to yelp. "I said ride. Good girls do what they're told."
“I’m sorry, Santa,” you mumble out, shakily pushing yourself up on your knees. "I'll be good." You drop back down with a whine at the feeling.
“There's a good girl. Just like that,” he moans, keeping one hand on your ass while the other holds you steady by your waist.
He watches you bounce up and down on his lap, your tits bouncing with you.
He watches your head fall back as you moan like a whore as you fuck yourself silly on his cock where anyone can see if they just walk by, the filthy squelching of your sloppy pussy only barely drowned out by your moans, the jingling bells of your elf hat and the Christmas carols playing in the background.
His other hand slides down, grasping your other asscheek and kneads them both, before he spreads you.
With his feet planted on the floor and the firm grip on your ass, he holds you still as he fucks up into you, hard and fast, making your moans echo through the empty mall.
The faster his pace becomes, the louder you get until the sound of someone whistling pierces through the air, making you both freeze.
Fuck.
The security guard.
How horny could you have been to forget about the fucking mall security?!
He slows his thrusts to a deep grind, with small, barely there movements that make you bite your lip to keep from moaning and getting caught by the poor, unsuspecting guard.
Touya brings a hand around your neck, turning your face towards his to capture your lips in a slow, languid kiss that works to both turn you on impossibly more and absorb some of the noises you can’t help but make with Touya stuffing you so well.
You can hear the guard’s footsteps coming closer and for some reason, their proximity only has you getting hotter. He pulls away from the kiss with a grin, nipping at your ear.
“Naughty girl,” he whispers, kneading your ass as he rocks your hips. “I can feel you clenching around me. You want to get caught, don’t you? You want this poor guard to see you being stuffed full, and wish they're the one fucking you, hm?"
“Oh fuck,” you whimper, shaking; his hot breath on your skin where he whispers filth into your ear pushing you that bit closer the edge.
The whistling moves further away, and as hot as the danger of getting caught was, you relax when it passes.
At least until you feel a warm thumb pressed to your clit, rubbing firm circles, as Touya resumes pounding up into you, and that's all it takes.
You go rigid, clenching down on him as a string of whimpered swears leave you as you cum, slick gushing out around and on him, soaking his pants.
And the vice grip of your spasming cunt drags him over the edge with you. “Fuck baby, take Santa’s present.” he moans, cheeky, laughing and breathless, as he cums deep inside you.
Heady and stuffed full, you breathe, "Thank you, Santa."
As you come down from your high, he chuckles, caresses your back, and presses a kiss to your forehead. "You're welcome, baby."
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Caroling
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Summary: Dabi is a victim lol
Pairing: Dabi/Gen Reader
Content Warning: Crack, Fluff, SFW
Word Count: 460
Disclaimer: Character belongs to Kohei Horikoshi
A/N: This is the 4th part of 12 fics for a 12 Days of Christmas event. Enjoy and Happy Holidays!
Prompt: Caroling
Go screech Christmas carols at someone you love to show you care this Christmas💋
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It's Toga's idea.
With it being Christmas, she of course wants to spend time with her newfound family, celebrating and having fun.
But there's also the spirit of mischief almost always present when around the others, especially Dabi and Tomura.
Their reactions are always so fun.
And what she decides on this time, is caroling.
Now, being wanted criminals and all, she can't really go out caroling house to house all willy nilly. And sure, she could get some rando's blood and go have fun, but she wants to do this as herself, and with her friends.
So she settles on the next best thing.
Going door to door of the members rooms and serenading them.
And somehow, she wraps you up in her shenanigans, along with Twice, but is he really a surprise?
Wanting to go all out, she decides that costumes are necessary.
Dressed as Santa's elves, in a green shirt with a jagged hem, red tights, red, white and green striped socks and green, pointed shoes, along with a silly elf hat, you're all ready for your first victim.
Dabi.
Your boyfriend knows you're up to something, but he doesn't know what yet.
Heels together, toes pointed out, hands clasped in front of you, you and Twice stand on either side of Toga, with her in the middle and slightly more forward, and you stifle a giggle at the thought of his reaction as Toga quickly knocks on the door before getting back into position.
It's soon opened to Dabi, whose bored expression quickly morphs into confused horror as you all immediately start singing at him.
"We wish you a Merry Christmas, we wish you a Merry Christmas, we wish you a Merry Christmas, and a happy new yeeaarr."
It's loud.
It's obnoxious.
It's off key.
It's glorious.
As you all go through the whole song, you know to yourself that nails on a chalkboard might sound better, and that's what makes it all the more fun.
And it would seem that Dabi is now catatonic, because he's staring through you, eyes glazed over and dead.
It takes a good ten seconds of prominent silence after you're done singing for him to reboot.
"Why?" His tone is tired. Resigned, yet pleading for mercy.
"Why not?" Is Toga's questioning answer, with a bright, sharp grin.
Dabi looks like he's about to retort, but thinks better of it, not wanting to drag......whatever this is....out.
Smart man.
"Okay." He sighs, so very weary, and shuts the door with a thud.
Toga spins around and beams at them.
"To Shiggy!" She exclaims, pointing down the hall, before making her way to his room at the end of the hallway.
You and Twice follow behind her to her next victim.
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Oh my god🥺🥺
Afterlife
Guys, guys, guys! I have to share this stunning piece of art with you!
Once again, it was created by the incredibly talented @explosion-island, inspired by a small idea of mine. This artwork is part of my way of coping with Touya’s confirmed fate (though he will forever live in my heart and soul). I couldn’t help but wonder how things would be if he reunited with Shiggy and Toga.
Please consider following and supporting this amazing artist — her talent and kindness truly know no limits!
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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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JSKSJSKSJSK
happy new year or something
Adorable. I wanna chew on these pics.
Oh to be a cat lounging on Sukuna's chest ☺
SUKUNA VS THE CAT
Thank you so much @ogariane for this lovely commission!!! 💖💖💖
Following the SMAU You want to adopt a stray kitten and You are jealous because your cat prefers them over you and the poll Sukuna VS the cat (where 41% of you decided it only takes two days for him to accept the cat.)
It's what we deserved 🤧
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Secret Santa
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Summary: The League has a Secret Santa event and you get Dabi. Chaos ensues.
Pairing: Dabi/Gen Reader
Content Warning: Crack, Fluff, SFW, Quirked Reader (kinda like Blackwhip?), Endeavor Bashing(?)
Word Count: 1.7k
Disclaimer: Character belongs to Kohei Horikoshi
A/N: This is the 2nd part of 12 fics for a 12 Days of Christmas event. Enjoy and Happy Holidays!
Prompt: Secret Santa
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It's really Toga's fault.
Her wanting to celebrate Christmas wasn't really a surprise to anyone who knows her, because it really shouldn't be.
In Japan, Christmas is like another Valentine's day, where it's full of couples in love celebrating with each other, going into the new year.
It's also a time of family, one of which she no longer has, biologically speaking. Now with her new family, she wants to celebrate with them and show them how much she loves them!
And being the baby of the group, the others tend to indulge her when they can, letting her have a childhood as much as they can manage in their line of life.
So when she asked to decorate the bar, they let her.
When she asked to make chocolate chip cookies, Kurogiri made them right along with her.
When she asked to do a secret Santa exchange, they indulged her.
.....And that's where it went all wrong.
Because see, you got Dabi as the one you're to give a gift to.
You think anyone else might've been easier to find a gift for.
Shigaraki would've been easier. Just throw a new video game or game merch at him, and he'll be happy.
But Dabi? What the fuck does that man even like other than arson and revenge?!
You thought to maybe get him some new piercings or something but that just seems so....bland.
And it could work, could be enough for him, but it wouldn't be enough for him to you.
Not after nursing a festering crush on him for almost as long as you've known him.
So after agonizing for days over what to get him, with time ticking down, you resorted to asking the others for ideas.
What made you think asking criminals, murderers and psychopaths, would be a good idea, you don't know, but you did.
And maybe there's something to be said about you that you actually listened to their advice.
"Chocolates and confess!" Toga had said. You swear her pupils turned into hearts at the thought of love, and frankly, you were scared.
"A new fashion sense may do." Compress said, doing tricks with a deck of cards. You still don't know if he was joking.
"A gift with meaning, maybe something you have in common." Twice said earnestly, before immediately ruining it. "You, wrapped in nothing but ribbons. He'd love that!" And, well, you don't feel like simultaneously embarrassing yourself and getting burnt to a crisp so.....
"I can show you where I got my Stain merch!" Spinner said with stars in his eyes. The poor guy looked so dejected when you declined, but again, you like not being crispy.
"Some manners perhaps?" Polishing a glass, Kurogiri said it so seriously, you had to laugh. Again, you don't even know if he was joking.
"Just get him some more jewelry, hon. You can't go wrong there, right?" Of course Magne was the most sensible but it just wasn't enough! You may not want to outwardly confess your feelings but you still want to show it in some way; show him that you care.
And as a last resort, you turned to Shigaraki.
"Tch, I don't know, Endeavor's head on a pike? He's always complaining about him." Shigaraki said, eyes trained on his switch, barely paying you any mind. And yet, it was the most profound thing to you in your dumb, love sick mind.
Because of course that's what you should get him! His revenge on a silver platter! You won't take his revenge from him, stealing his kill and the satisfaction of it, but you can do something.
Now, a sane person would step back and think to themselves, hey. This is the Number Two Hero in the country. Mayhaps have a solid, sensible plan.
But alas, that was not you, for you are in love with a less than sane person, which absolutely made you at least half insane by osmosis.
So with a bright, chirped, "Thanks Shiggs!", you went on your way.
Shigaraki did not acknowledge this, nor did he process a word of this interaction.
*****
Mind set, you find your way to Endeavor's house. You would think that being such a huge public figure, he'd live in a secure, gated community at least. But no, he just lives in a giant house in a normal neighborhood, albeit on the wealthy side of the spectrum.
The traditional style of it is beautiful, if a bit gaudy, but you figure it comes with being Number Two.
At midnight, you sneak in. It's honestly pathetic how easy it is, with no alarms or anything going off.
Light on your feet, you make your way through the house. It takes a while, but you eventually find his bedroom.
The man, of course, sleeps like the psychopath he is.
Flat on his back, hands clasped over his stomach, without a blanket, feet hanging over the edge of the bed by his ankles.
He snores like a congested bear, so whatever sounds you might've made are drowned out.
The black tendrils of your quirk whip out, simultaneously snagging his wrists, arms, torso and legs, as a thick cord of it wraps tightly around his throat, holding him in place as he momentarily struggles, while you inject him with tranquilizer, only releasing him when he falls back unconscious.
You hum in satisfaction at your handiwork, before realizing you need a way to transport and store him.
A quick text to Kurogiri has you in one of the League's spare warehouses, making use of one of the empty shipping crates lying around as it's the only thing on hand that's big enough to fit him into.
Using your quirk, you lift him into it, not caring enough to be gentle, instead just kind of....tossing him in.
Closing the lid, you leave him overnight, knowing he'll stay unconscious, though still breathing thanks to the holes in the box.
The next day, you come back with supplies.
Earphones in, you listen to the news on Endeavor's disappearance, and the fact that there are no leads, satisfied as you get to work.
After trying to make him look somewhat presentable, sticking a shiny, blue bow to his forehead with gorilla glue, because his sweat kept making it peel off, you wrap and decorate the crate, trying to make it as pretty as you can given the circumstances, and you smile satisfied with your gift. He's pumped full of tranquilizer and quirk suppressants, wrapped up nice and tidy, so all that's left is to present him.
You hope Dabi likes his gift.
*****
Christmas day is soon upon you, and everyone is ready with their presents.
Tomura gets some prequirk game from Spinner and he lights up brighter than the Christmas lights Toga put up.
Compress gets a pair of pretty, gold cufflinks from Shigaraki.
Twice gets a book that he's been gushing about for weeks from Kurogiri.
Toga gets a case with vials of blood, within a bat themed purse from Magne.
Kurogiri gets a new wine set from Compress.
Magne gets a dress from Twice, handmade and pretty.
Spinner gets some Stain merch from Dabi, which...fitting but why the fuck do they know where to get them??
You get a pretty knife with intricate carvings on the handle from Toga.
The last one to receive their gift is Dabi, and you're nervous. You ask Kurogiri to transport you all to the warehouse, explaining that it can't fit in the bar and it might not be safe anyway, and all of them follow curiously, not knowing what to expect.
*****
Dabi looks at the giant, wrapped box with a mix of curiosity and apprehension.
It's big. Bigger than what should make sense for a Christmas gift. It's wrapped meticulously in shiny, blue and black iridescent wrapping paper, topped with a giant, pearly white bow, and it sticks out like a sore thumb, looking out of place among the bland brown of the surrounding crates and grey, concrete walls and floors.
He feels an ominous presence from it, and is sorely tempted to just light it ablaze.
Glancing at your nervous yet excited smile, he decides against it....for now.
You gesture towards it, with a shaky, "Merry Christmas Dabi." He hums, walking cautiously towards it. He considers burning off the paper, but decides to keep to the tradition of tearing it apart like a child on, well, Christmas, to reveal the shipping crate.
He glances at you one last time, then opens the crate, before promptly bluescreening.
Because inside the crate is the last thing he expects.
Within it, Endeavor lays slumped, tied up, with a blue ribbon stuck to his forehead, drooling onto his chest.
The warehouse is completely silent, everyone in disbelief at what they're seeing.
You play with your fingers, twiddling your thumbs. "Do you like it?", you ask, all hopeful and sweet, like you didn't just gift someone a grown ass man in a box.
In the silence, your voice echoes, and it seems to be what they needed, because everyone snaps back into their bodies, realizing that oh. This is real.
"What the fuck..." is Dabi's first response, his voice shaky with bewilderment.
"Um...I also have Chocolates?" You laugh nervously. Maybe he doesn't like it.....
Suddenly, Dabi grabs your cheeks, pressing his lips to yours in a firm kiss, then pulling back to stare into your eyes. "You're mine now."
And you smile, dopey and bright. "Uh huh."
The moment is interrupted when Shigaraki finally reboots. "WHAT THE FUCK, WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU—" He begins to rant, but you cut him off, confused.
"Shiggs, you were the one that gave me the idea...." you say, brows furrowed.
Shigaraki looks positively baffled at the foreign truth you speak, a vein bulging at his temple.
"WHEN THE FUCK—" He starts again.
"WHILE YOU WERE PLAYING ON THE SWITCH?!?! TWO DAYS AGO!?! PAY ATTENTION WHEN PEOPLE ARE SPEAKING TO YOU DAMMIT!!"
In the background, eyes bright, Dabi kicks the crate, jolting the unconscious trash, and grins.
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WOOF🥵🥵
Wanted to just draw his body and burns 😭🙏
!! 57th!! Oh I'm claiming this good luck
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Wish List
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Summary: Dabi makes a Christmas wish
Pairing: Dabi/Reader (it's mostly just kinda Implied tbh)
Content Warning: Angst, SFW
Word Count: 800
Disclaimer: Character belongs to Kohei Horikoshi
A/N: This is the 1st of 12 fics for a 12 Days of Christmas event. Enjoy and Happy Holidays!
Prompt: Wish List
My Masterlist
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The crunch of ice and snow beneath bootfalls echoes within the alleyway.
Dabi's hands are stuffed into his pockets as he makes his way down the path, to the fire escape of the side of a building. The sound of creaking metal fills the still quiet of the chilly night air as he climbs it.
Settling on the roof, he stares out at the distant buildings. Normally this would be dangerous, with all the heroes patrolling, but the air is far too crisp for the average person this high up, so it's safe enough. His quirk keeps him warm, and the height keeps him out of sight.
He'd needed to get away from the others for a while. Toga's constant spiel about the holidays and how they should celebrate was getting insufferable.
When he was younger, when he was Touya, he can hardly remember the holidays being the happy and joyous time people would consider it being.
Christmas somehow felt colder than it should be. Not because of the falling snow or the chilly air, but because of the stifling atmosphere within their house.
You'd think that living under the roof of a man with a fire quirk, it'd be warm and cozy. But then you'd of course remember that it's Endeavor, so, of course.
Though, it wasn't really always like that.
At first, it was normal enough, he thinks. His mother and father would shower their first born in gifts and joy and love.
Their first born they were so happy to have, so proud of, that they'd beam when he babbled at them.
And when his quirk came in, all the more joy, playing with his two younger siblings, taking care of them. He's going to be a hero after all! Heroes take care of people!
Of course that didn't last very long, as they learned that his quirk hurts him; his body not suited to it. And in his father's eyes, a failure. A waste.
And so they had another child, one last attempt at correcting the smear on the oh so great Todoroki name.
When Shouto was born, on that cold January day, the chill of his existence seeped into their very bones. Into the walls of their home, the floors beneath their feet, the ceiling over their heads, pressing in from all sides.
As Dabi, the joy he vaguely remembers are mere fragments, they're so distant in the past.
So when Toga said she wanted to celebrate, his scars itched.
Itched like they were freshly healing, like they were raw.
He doesn't know how to celebrate anymore, doesn't know if he ever really knew.
He doesn't know if he'd be able to pretend to enjoy himself, or how he'd react if he actually does enjoy it.
Because his true wish is to be able to do that freely. But alas, his bastard of a father still breathes, and when he does take his final breath, most likely so would he. So it doesn't seem to be in his realm of possibilities.
Though, he supposes, that's really all a wishlist is for.
Wishing and hoping and dreaming for
things you want, but you know deep down isn't really possible.
Looking at a particular building, an apartment complex, he sees a little family eating dinner through open curtains.
A father, a mother, a young girl and two boys, one older than the other two.
It's what he would've had in an ideal world.
It's what he used to wish for on particularly cold nights, curled up beneath his futon, bandages around the wounds littering his tiny body and the cold indifference in his father's eyes seared into his heart.
The father in the window ruffles his eldest son with a smile just as the first few specks of snowflakes begin to fall, and Dabi thinks maybe having a little wish might not be so bad.
It's not going to come true, he knows, but he still wishes.
On a whim, he reaches out to catch a snowflake like he's seen others do.
And he makes another wish. He wishes that at least the future will be better.
That as much as Toga is a little brat, as much as Twice can be annoying, as much as Shigaraki is an ass, as much as Compress is a showy snob, as much as Spinner is a Stain kiss ass, and as much as Kurogiri has a stick up his ass......he gets to keep them.
As much as he loves and doesn't deserve you, he gets to keep you anyway.
He wishes that he can keep his new family this time, wishes that they'll keep him too. Wishes that at the end of all of this, maybe he can actually be happy.
Who knows? Maybe it'll be a Christmas miracle.
*****
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This is so fucking cool
The Science behind Erasure
-it's actually ingenious!!
SO recently I wondered....if Aizawa does hero work after hours...does that mean he also has increased night vision?? Because it wouldn't makes sense for a hero who relies on his eyes to work at a time when he can't see....right?
(this led me on a scientific deep dive because I am a huge nerd.)
As we know, Aizawa's eyes light up (red) when he activates his quirk. It just so happens, red doesn't glare like other colors of light do. This means red light makes night vision easier. Why? Because your pupils don't need to re-adjust between the light source & the dark around you! This reduces eye strain & keeps your field of vision clear & consistent at night, while still illuminating your path!
Simultaneously, red light is difficult to see at a distance so it'll help keep your position safe from possible attackers. This is why military flash lights are usually red!
So YES!... Aizawa's quirk can improve his night vision... By acting like a red flashlight! But that's not all!
Then I started thinking of HOW his quirk works...He stares at someone, his eyes glow red, his hair floats...and somehow the enemy's power stops working??
As we know, Erasure deactivates the enemy's quirk gene. This happens when Aizawa glares at them. But HOW can he deactivate a gene by only seeing the outside of the body? Especially since Erasure doesn't erase physical mutations??
Turns out, red light has a longer wave length than other colors, allowing it to penetrate the body more easily! In fact red & Infrared light (invisible to humans) is often used in medical imaging to detect things like veins and blood vessels beneath the skin.
Simply put Aizawa's quirk penetrates the body kind of like an x-ray. The reason we can see his eyes light up, and NOT the target being illuminated( like the picture on the left below)?? It's because he likely also emits red light that crosses over into infrared spectrum. So the red light that actually enters the body is invisible to the naked eye.
However real x-rays fall on the opposite side of the light spectrum under Ultra violet light. They not only enter but pass through their target, So to be clear Aizawa probably does not have x-ray vision. You may have also heard of Infrared in terms of night vision goggles. Aizawa likely does not have thermal/night vision either. His eyes only EMIT visible red light which allows him to see better in the dark & Infrared which enters the body.
So while Aizawa's glowing red eyes may at first seem like a meaningless, but cool, feature of his quirk, it's really the tell into how erasure works!
However, glowing red eyes only tell us how aizawa's quirk REACHES the gene, not how he switches it off! So how does he do it?? With an electromagnetic field! The light spectrum is a small part of the larger electromagnetic spectrum & the only part of it visible to the human eye!
So, how do y'all know I'm not just making this up?
Because his hair floats!
What's the most familiar electromagnetic force humans encounter on a daily basis?--- STATIC ELECTRICITY! When aizawa switches on his quirk he essentially becomes a cat being rubbed with a balloon! The carbon nanofibers in his capture weapon conduct static electricity so that floats too!
Aizawa's Erasure works by emitting an electromagnetic field, which like the infrared light, penetrates the body of his target! Now that we know how his quirk reaches the inside of the body, the question is how does it disrupt the quirk function?
As it turns out, electricity can be fired at DNA to switch Genes on and off in real life! So Erasure specifically targets the quirk gene and immobilizes it temporarily with electricity!!!! That's crazy!!!
Since we know Aizawa can't erase the quirks of heteromorphic types it's safe to assume it's because physical mutations effect more than one gene & Erasure specifically targets a single quirk gene.
If Erasure got into the hands of AFO it could easily mean the end of the world, or any one who apposes AFO for that matter. Sure AFO could use Erasure as Aizawa does, but he could also scientifically manipulate it to target genes OTHER than the quirk gene. Meaning he could kill you, or even make your body fall apart, with just a look.
Congrats you made to the end! You now have a PHD is Shota Aizawa.
Lmao the aesthetic fits so well 🤣🤣
Though, I've never tried any...😅 I don't even know if they sell it here?? I might hunt one down one day🤷🏾♀️
Yes, I'm bringing the Meme back 🤣👍🤭
Tried this popsicle flavored and alcoholic version of the Arizona teas. Needless to say, I enjoyed the Kiwi Strawberry 🍓🥝 one better
Gave the popsicle one to baby girl and the alcohol one to my hubby 😆
Which ones have y'all tried any of these? 🥰❤️ Do you still think of our handsome Yakuza birdman whenever you see a can or gallon of Arizona teas? I still do! I grin like an idiot!
@chainslobber @puppyguppy @angelblueflame @fanofflames @staitc-rj @chisvki @cherry-queens-blog @xxchisakislittleangelxx @x-kiwi-03 @thotsforvillainrights @slayfics @moonchild701
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Touya...
Too weak to be a hero (to join Endeavor and Shoto's world)
Too ambitious to be a civilian (to forget about his dreams and accept that he's useless)
No wonder why he eventually became the third secret thing.
free my man he did all of it but i dont care
Just a little experiment, but reblog if you love the League of Villains and dislike the bnha ending.
Oh my god I wanna bite them they're so cuuuuttteee 🥺🥺
Plzzz this is thee funniest thing
World's most divorced man becomes first human to be alienated from both biological and digital children.
Anyone else stare at their mutuals like 👀👀👀👀 “please dm me. You seem so cool and I wanna be friends. “
i glance at my tumblr mutual reblogging from me again.. blushes and looks away..... my trasured mutual, you mysterious and charming being.....what are we? i hope... maybe someday, we could be something more... something like..discord friends
I am panting like a damn dog
@angelblueflame @isabeauwolf
Sukuna lying like a lazy cat :3
I want a bnha game where you can make your own oc and just live in the bnha world growing up.
You can choose to be a civilian and opt for mundane jobs with your quirk, be a hero student or turn into a villain. Either way you go shopping for clothes, you can have pets and live with other people, you can okay minigames that are just hobbies, you can walk through the city or either go out on the wild and build your own house.
You have battling mode, in which every now and then fights between villains and heroes breakdown around you and depending on what you are, you can save civilians, run around as a civilian trying to survive the chaos or fight the heroes/villains.
Also you start with a generic quirk but you can get points or achive goals or get objects and personalized your quirk and how it works.
And you can interact with canon characters to make them achive different ends. You can befriend them or join their groups even.
Just imagine that.
prequel to this iguess🤥
