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What is this? A crossover episode???

another gravity falls animation! :3 hope yall enjoy!

obsessed with the way that gothic horror is about horror but never directly. it’s not horrific because there’s a haunted house and that’s scary, it’s horrific because the monster inside isn’t a monster, it’s your grief, your loss, your pride, your desire, your fear. the monster skulking in the shadows, the darkness at the edge of the woods, the haunted house that is too broken to be a home—those are manifestations of events that grabbed onto the fabric of time in a fit of abject horror and clamped down so tightly that they couldn’t keep moving forward toward resolution and eventual dissipation like they were supposed to. it’s all about the scared child and the mourning mother and the hunger in your gut and the little emptiness in your chest at the end of the day. those things are all little horrors but you can’t approach them directly to understand them, so gothic horror gives us these little metaphors and says “here play with these for a while and see what you find.” and all of those metaphors need someone to go back to childhood to release them. you have to care, and be curious and clever, and look for a way to heal the hurt. you have to be so achingly human to survive in gothic horror

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so painful to think about tiny stan pines liking to draw and being so inventive and creative while thinking of himself as "a dumb idiot" and "the stupid twin"

messing around with a new brush/tool

i finished mha and been brainrotting a bit evidently

;]

STANLEY PINES...

YOU SHALL BE MY FIRST POST HERE ON TUMBLR...

Don’t they know the difference between silver and golden age All Might!?

dabi and hawks are both victims of abuse and neglect but while it’s clear that dabi is more traumatized by his father, I’m not sure about hawks like what’s worse, a violent father or a mother who doesn’t protect you and abandons you

moments before aizawa hands in his two week notice

VIRGIN

art courtesy of @3/-aem / original

Dabi x Reader

⇢ rating: 18+

⇢ word count: roughly 5.4K

⇢ plot: a handsome stranger repeatedly rides the train home with you and you can't help but fall for him

⇢ warnings: 18+, use off fire quirk (but not in a bad way), a little blood, smoking, drinking, kissing, fingering, consensual sex, premature ejaculation, cum licking, vaginal sex, orgasm, cream pie, cum, cuddles

⇢ NO MINORS ALLOWED!!!

personal note: finally. took me long enough.

Also again, many thanks to the great artist @/3-aem , who gave me permission to use one of her brilliant artworks of Dabi for the banner.

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Most city-goers were asleep by now while you were sitting here, in the train, on your way home. And you were very much awake and very much exhausted.

Looking around you took in the dreary interiors of the sterile train, nothing there to brighten up the drab.

You felt like suffocating, as if you were alone in a bottomless, dark ocean unable to see what's ahead and what lay below you. Letting your mind wander you were torn out of your thoughts when the doors of your wagon opened and a young man entered.

You had never seen him before. He was tall with shaggy wild black hair that shot in all directions and cerulean-colored eyes that shined like stars in the night. He had what appeared to be marred dark skin under his eyes and from his cheeks down to his chest, only held together to his normal skin by crude surgical staples. He was lean yet strong built, with nice broad shoulders, sharp lips and a pretty nose.

Despite his intimidating appearance he seemed to only be in his early twenties. What you noticed the most though was the bored look on his face standing in stark contrast to the loneliness that was written in his eyes.

He sat down across from you, hoodie pulled deep into his face black hair spilling out from underneath. As the train started moving again you admired his beautiful face - and eyes. They were of mesmerizing turquoise color– and they turned to stare straight at you.

You felt like being hit with a bolt of lightning. Heat arose in your cheeks and you quickly averted your gaze, fiddling with your hands, pulling some pieces of lint off your black pants.

When it was time for you to get off, you grabbed your bags and left, feeling his gaze burn into your back when you stepped out of the wagon.

It was not until several days later, that you saw him again. He came on the same stop like last time and sat down again across from you a couple of rows away. You glanced at him some time, and to your surprise felt him glancing back.

You didn't speak, didn't do anything. Just got off at your usual stop, heavily feeling the weight of his eyes on you in the silence.

A week had passed by and you were running late, sprinting down the platform, trying to make it to the last train heading home for that night.

So focused on reaching the doors in time, you didn’t even notice the person clad in black you bumped against, letting out a surprised squeal at the impact. Stumbling, you caught yourself and jumped inside the train just as the signal sounded for the doors to close.

Breathless you turned around and saw two hands wedge in between the almost shut doors, keeping them from closing shut. There was a warning sound, lights blinking as they opened again and to your surprise, the dark-haired stranger entered.

He sat down again at his usual place, looking down at his hands, starting to fumble with them. Curiously you stared at them, noticing a small trickle of blood running down its side. Just like his face, there was gnarled skin on his hands, attached to the healthy one with staples.

And some of them were half torn out.

You cringed as you imagined the pain he must be feeling. He tried one-handedly to press the staples back into the skin, not s single emotion playing on his handsome face.

Standing up and approaching him his gaze went up to yours.

"I’m sorry, I bumped into you on the platform, this-," you gestured to his bleeding hands, "This is probably my fault. Can I help you?"

He didn't say anything, just dropped his gaze, trying to mend the bent staples back into shape.

Dropping on your knees, you grabbed his hand without waiting for his answer. It was warm to the touch, surprising considering the chill temperatures on the train.

He visibly contemplated so you pleaded "Please, let me" and eventually he relaxed in your soft hold.

With your fingertips, you gently put each one of the staples back into place, straightening the crooked ones as much as you were able to. Once done, you pulled out a tissue and cleaned up the blood covering his and your hands, and stuffed it back in your pocket.

You stayed like this for a moment and, as you straightened up, he looked at you.

"Guess you missed your stop," his voice was deep and raspy, enough to send shivers down your spine.

"Shit–," you looked up and indeed, you were already two stops past it, "Guess I'll walk home then."

"I need to get off here," he mentioned and got on his feet, as the train slowed down, “Coming with?”

You nodded and got off the train with him. Looking around, you needed a few moments to orientate yourself, never having been to this station before.

“C'mon,” he snarled and gestured to you to follow.

When you got up on the street you were gonna turn to leave when you heard him ask, "Wanna grab a drink?"

Eyebrows raised as you turned around in surprise, muttering, "Uhm, I guess."

"You guess or you know" he scoffed.

Taken aback by his somewhat harsh tone you stuttered “I- I know."

He stood and just stared at you, expression impossible to interpret. Your cheeks started to burn when he finally turned and the tension broke.

"I know a good place nearby,” he mumbled, hoodie pulled up and hands stuffed into his pockets.

After you walked along the street for a while you came to a small Izakaya and entered. Sitting down at the bar he ordered two whiskeys.

You learned that his name was Dabi. Drinking in silence, the occasional question addressed at him was replied to by a somewhat scoff answer. At one point you rolled your eyes in annoyance.

"Why are you so defensive?" you finally managed to get out a bit aggravated.

His eyes shot up to yours, “None of your business.”

"You know, maybe there are people out there who don't wanna hurt you," you were shaking at this point, "Who want to get to know you."

"Too bad" he scoffed, his voice cold and somewhat accusatory.

"Ok. Suit yourself then," you spat out, and grabbing your bag you slid off the stool and walked outside, down the street. A few meters down you heard a voice call out behind you and turned around.

Dabi followed with wide steps, hands in pockets, a grumpy pout on his face. He came to a halt in front, staring down at you.

"What," you cocked your head, readjusting the bag on your shoulders.

There was a silence between you as his gaze didn't leave yours, "You meant that?"

"Meant what?” you asked, a bit confused.

He scoffed, eyes rolling. "Dumbfuck, what ya said back in there."

"First of all, don't call me that. And secondly, yes, I meant that," you swallow, mouth all dry all of a sudden “Because I… I like you.”

Your gaze fell and you sighed, afraid to have overstepped certain boundaries of his.

You suddenly felt his hand on your cheek, turning your face back to his. His eyes were softer now but you could see a hint of shame in them, shame for lashing out at you. Silence followed, more comfortable than awkward, as you melted into his eyes.

"Lemme take you home, doll. It’s getting late," he finally said, voice apologetic.

"It’s gonna be a long walk though," you muttered., leaning into his touch.

“Got time," the corner of his lips curved up slightly, letting go of you and shoving his hands back in his pocket.

"Not gonna murder me though, right?" You mock frowned.

"Would’ve already, if I wanted to. And ya wouldn't have seen it coming as well," he smirked and you snorted at his dry humor.

As you were walking, you asked softly, “So what's the reason for those conditions of your hand?”

"Fire quirk," he held out his hand, still walking, blue flames starting to kindle in his palm. The heat radiating off them was immense and you flinched.

It vanished as fast as it appeared and you stopped, looking at him, hands raised, "May I?"

There was a hint of a nod and you touched his still outstretched hand. Tracing his palms, careful not to touch the staples, you noticed that it was only slightly warm to touch, despite the immense heat of the flames. Once you got on the adjacent gnarled part at his wrists though, you flinched feeling the searing hot skin there.

"Oh Dabi," you winced but he just shrugged.

Your gaze fell to the beaten, burned state of his body. His quirk had obviously taken a toll on his body and it filled you with sadness.

"S nothing," he quickly muttered, pulling his hand out of yours.

You continued your quiet walk down the street. When you got to your apartment complex you stopped.

"Uhm, thank you for walking me home," you shivered in the cold of the night.

"Yeah, whatever." He cleared his throat.

You let out a sigh of annoyance, "Do you ever let your guard down?"

"Usually not. No,” he let out a light chuckle, mesmerizing blue roaming your face.

"Ok. Let's work on that," you nudged him in his side and earned an amused look of his in return. He stood at his full height taller than you and you had to look up.

Dabi held out his palm, "Your phone,” a smug grin spread across his ungodly attractive face.

"Uhm," you rummaged in your purse to retrieve it and handed it to him. His long, skilled fingers flew over the screen until a buzz sounded from his coat pocket.

He pressed it back into your hand, "Gonna text you next time I'm free."

And with that, he turned around, waving his hand in departure as he walked off.

You stood dumbfounded, watching him trail down the street. When he disappeared around the corner, you turned around to unlock the door.

A week passed and you found yourself restlessly tossing and turning in bed, phone in hand. With your arms wrapped around yourself, you wondered if he would ever call you back. Jumping every time your phone buzzed, but it was never him.

It was evening, you had just taken a shower, toweling your hair dry when your phone rang with the sound of an incoming message.

Swiping your finger across the display to unlock it, your heart almost stopped. There was just one message.

Dabi: Meet me at 10 at the station.

He already waited for you when you got off the train. Leaning against the wall, a smoking cigarette in his hand. When he saw you he kicked off the wall, throwing his glowing bud away, and sauntered over to you.

“Hey,” he nudged his head in a welcoming gesture, your eyes flitting up to meet his.

“Ya eaten yet?” he cocked his head and you shook your head.

“Let's go then,” he sauntered off, you following close behind.

It was mostly just like your first time out. Dabi took you to a Sunakku, you ate, drank, and talked a bit. He was always a bit short-worded, but you finally didn't take it as an offense anymore, rather than a personal trait of his. You realized that talking much wasn't his strong suit and you relished every small snippet he tossed at you.

After he walked you home again, you both stopped in front of your apartment building. His blue eyes moved downwards, taking in your figure in a way that left you feeling hot and tingly, before eventually landing again on your face.

You tried to ignore the rising heat in your cheeks at his attention, but Dabi didn't break his stare.

Neither one of you said a word. There was just the distant rustling of the busy city, the occasional leaf whistling down the street. A wind picked a loose strand and blew it into your face. Dabi reached out, not breaking the gaze, tugging it gently behind your ear.

The moment passed as fast as it came and there was this tension, not uncomfortable, but piercing. The tip of your tongue darted out to wet your lips and his gaze descended upon them, increasing in its intensity.

Dabi’s hand came up to lift your chin, tilting his head just to angle his perfect lips above yours. It was just a moment and his mouth was pressed to yours, your breath hitching at the sensation as he deepened the kiss. There was a slight groan of his as you instinctively leaned into him.

The moment seemed to last on forever, and yet it ended all too soon. You parted, your eyes fluttered open as you tried to regain your breath. He let out a shaky exhale, his breath hot against your wet lips.

“My place tomorrow?” Your voice was just a whisper.

He nodded and looked at you, lost in his thoughts, thumb gently stroking your cheek.

“Should be careful when you invite strangers into your house,” he rasped, dropping his hand and stuffing it back in his hoodie.

“You're no stranger to me, Dabi” you rested your forehead against his chest and he hummed at your words.

“Yeah,” was his only answer, before he lifted your chin, kissing you on the forehead, and turned around, leaving you to return to your apartment.

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It poured outside when the bell rang. You hastened to the door to let Dabi inside. His usually spiked black hair was stuck to his forehead, water dripping down the sleeves of his soaked coat.

"Guess we're not going anywhere tonight," you giggled and he shrugged, kicking off his wet boots.

“Uhm, I could dry those clothes off for you, if you give them to me,” you suggested, holding up your hand.

He hesitated for a moment before starting to take his coat off, handing it to you. Going to the bathroom, you pulled out a coat hanger, draping it over it. After hanging it up on the shower rod, you returned to the living room.

You stopped, completely taken aback by the sight in front of you. Dabi was stripped down to his boxers and shirt, pants carefully draped on a chair. His body wore more signs of his painful burns, staples glistened in the soft light of your living room. Muscles softly played under his lean body with every move and couldn't find the strength to pull your gaze away.

He noticed your looks and averted his eyes, a rosy hint spreading across his cheeks. Your own mirrored his reaction, going ablaze, as you also averted your eyes. You both shuffled your feet until he eventually slumped down on the couch, looking a bit lost.

“Whiskey?” You asked and he nodded so you sauntered off to pour two glasses.

After you came back and sat down next to him you both started drinking. At one point in time, your gazes locked and it was as if time stood still. You felt yourself getting lost in his beautiful eyes, bottomless like the vast blue ocean.

Your body moved on its own. Not breaking the gaze, you placed the empty glass on the table, a warmth spreading inside, you weren't sure came entirely from the alcohol.

You slid back, onto his thighs, straddling his hips. His thin lips parted and he let out a merely audible gasp as both of your hands weaved into his hair.

His hands hesitantly lifted before trailing under your shirt, coming to a rest on your sides. He gasped, as you gave your hips an experimental rock against him, feeling the growing heat in his pants.

He smelled like fire and hot skin. And he was warm, so incredibly warm that the feeling of his hands on your skin made you shiver.  You snaked your arms around his neck and brought him closer, heated gasps falling from your lips.

The want was clear in his eyes. All that harshness gone and replaced by something else, something seductive. You wet your lips with your tongue, his eyes darting to them, pupils dilating to almost black.

He tilted his head and, pulling you closer, angled his mouth in front of yours. You could feel the heat radiating off of him, his breath fanning your lips. And then you melted into each other with surprising gentleness. You couldn't hold back a quiet moan, he tasted incredible, smokey, and sweet like caramel. It was addictive and you eagerly opened your mouth to let him in deeper, his tongue grazing yours, his scarred lips pressing against yours.

He moaned into the kiss, a low rumbling through his chest as his hand wandered to your back, pressing you against his body. Blooming lust had his teeth clacking against yours, a controlling grip on your back as he tangled his tongue with yours.

Noticing the growing heat in his pants you gave your hips a rut and he groaned. Spurred on by his reaction you repeatedly ground down against him, pleasure shooting up your spine, tightening the coil deep in your core at incredible speed while you felt him shudder below you.

You were frantically rubbing yourself against him by now, tearing gasps and moans from each other's throat as the thin fabric keeping you apart added just the right friction for you to hurl towards a high. He hissed, pulling away from your lips, his face flushed.

"Fuck, doll," he rasped only to dive forward again, dipping his tongue deep into your mouth for another passionate kiss.

Your hand trailed down his side, savoring the velvety skin, and without even thinking it slipped underneath the waistband of his boxers.

“Wait no- fuck!” his words were cut off as you wrapped your fingers around his hot thick length. You didn’t even hear him cuss, for just the sensation of his hot meat in your hands pushed you over the edge and your body jerked, your hand squeezing his dick tightly.

He let out a strangled broken moan, head falling back as his cock jerked and he came, coating your fingers with warm creamy cum.

Your head dropped on his shoulder, hand still around his twitching length, the other resting on his heaving chest. Dabi had his eyes closed, head resting against the back of the couch, breathing heavily.

"Oops, didn't know you were this close," you giggled, pulling yourself up to look at his dazed expression.

“Fuckin shut up,” his breath stuttered, cheeks dusted red.

“No need to be rude,” you teased, “I came too,” and pulled out your cum covered hand. While his ocean blue gaze followed yours, you opened your mouth, slid your fingers in, and, closing your lips around them, slowly pulled them out, releasing them again with a plop.

Cocking your head you hummed “You taste delicious, Dabi.”

His breathing sped up, cheeks ablaze as you continued licking your fingers clean. Without saying anything, you scooted off him. Gently spreading his legs, you knelt between them before leaning down, pulling down his soiled pants to reveal the mess he’s made. His eyes narrowed skeptically but when you opened your mouth to lick up a strip of cum with your tongue, his mouth opened in a silent moan.

“Sh–shit doll,” he pressed out a shaky breath, "That's so fucking hot," as you traced your tongue along and around his length, his hips bucking up slightly with each one of your soft touches.

In between licks you cooed, “Ever done any of this before?”

“None of –ahh– it,” he huffed, shaking his head slightly, still a pretty pink blush decorating his beautiful face as you kept cleaning him up.

“Wanna do more?” You hummed and he nodded in approval, trying to keep his composure while you twirled your tongue, licking up every last drop of his release until there was only the shine from your spit left on him.

He breathed with a shiver, cock already grown half hard. When you were done, you pulled up his pants, grabbed him by his hand, and pulled him up. You meet his gaze, his cerulean eyes drowning in an intoxicating mixture of lust and desperation.

As you turned towards the bedroom, he melted against you from behind, nuzzling his head into your hair, breathing in your scent. His arms wrapped around your waist as you slowly walked in sync to the bed, shivering with each exciting kiss of his on your shoulder.

As your legs hit the bed, you stopped and turned around in his embrace. Resting your foreheads against his, you breathed “You really wanna do this?”

“Never wanted to do it more badly with anyone else,” he cooed sweetly and kissed your lips.

You swallowed, cheeks burning at his implication as your eyes drifted over his face, only managing to bring out a soft Ok.

His hands hooked underneath the hem of your shirt and he slowly pulled it over your head and off you, revealing your lace bra, nipples already straining against the delicate fabric.

He wrapped his hands around your back, eye contact not breaking, and undid the latch of your bra. As it slowly slid off your shoulders, he stared, totally mesmerized by the sight of your breasts spilling free.

He gently laid you onto the bed, humming satisfied while staring encaptured at your chest. He circled your breast with his calloused hand, giving them an experimental squeeze, before rolling your buds lightly between two fingers. You couldn't help the low gasp escaping as he latched his warm mouth onto them, tracing little circles with his tongue around them, flicking the sensitive pebbles.

"S'good?" He asked, his voice low and shaky, as you arched your back, moaning while he kept sucking relentlessly.

“Oh god, Dabi, yes” arched your back, moaning and a satisfied smirk spread across his face.

Whimpering below him, he softly started to suck slow bruises along your skin. You lifted your hips when he leaned back, helping him pull down your pants. His fingers sliding along your lace panties, he dipped down, licking once, twice along your clothed folds.

“You smell amazing,“ the gravel in his voice sent shivers down your spine.

Your breath caught in your throat as he hooked his fingers under the strings of your underwear, pulling them down, watching the glistening string of juice cling to it and break.

He let the thin piece of fabric fall to the floor and, pushing your legs apart, nestled down between your thighs. His fingers slid along your entrance, gathering the slick, smearing it along your folds and he inhaled deeply.

“Stick it in, please,” you whimpered and he obliged, first one finger. Then two. Slowly sliding them in and out.

“Fuck,” he groaned as he watched your glistening juices coat his fingers.

The stretch was beyond delicious, and you pressed your lips together, trying to suppress more inappropriate sounds.

“Please, curl them up,” you gasped and he did, his dexterous fingers grazing along that one special bundle of nerves inside you.

A sharp intake of breath through his clenched teeth followed your wail, continuing at an agonizingly languid pace. Every time he pulled out, he made sure to press into that special spot inside you and you started to grow delirious, moaning every single time he did. Spurred on by your sweet sounds, he hooked one arm around your thigh, keeping you in place as he started fucking his fingers into now.

You squealed at the sudden change in pace, a white heat ripping through you and your mouth fell open, the coil inside you tightening by the second.

“Ah, Dabi,” you choked out, eyes rolling back in your head.

“I got ya, doll,” his breathing had also picked up, his own arousal undeniable.

Just as you thought you couldn't take anymore, he pushed a third finger in and dipped down, latching his hot lips around your sensitive nub.

It was so sudden, you didn't see it coming and instantly exploded. Dabi held you firmly down as you came, hips trying to buck up. As you wailed out, his tongue kept flicking over your overstimulated clit, his fingers pressing into that spongy spot of yours and you felt your juices leak out of you, spilling over his hand and down onto the bed, soaking the sheets.

He lessened the pace, pressing gentle kisses to your sensitive clit, while you rode out the last waves of your climax.

"Oh fuck, Dabi that was–" your eyes fluttered open, darting to find his.

He chuckled lowly, pulling his fingers out and kissing your thighs softly, came up to latch his lips onto yours. You relished the delicious taste of yourself on his tongue, sweet and tangy. He pulled back and slid his fingers into your mouth and you eagerly licked them off, savoring the flavor, twirling your tongue around his digits.

“I want you inside of me,” you whispered and he let out a low growl in response, reverberating through your chest.

He slid off the bed and you could see the immense erection straining against his boxers. Hooking his thumbs under the waistband he slowly pulled them down, his thick, long cock springing free.

"Holy shit–" you gasped, taking in the sight between his legs. He looked delicious, girthy, prominent veins running just along the right places. His thick tip was glistening wet and you had to hold back a whimper at the sight.

As he crawled back between your spread legs and you swallowed hard "Dabi, don't know if it will fit," you paused, trying to find the right words, "You’re –uhm– quite pretty impressive down there."

He gave you soothing kisses, “We'll do it together, ok?” his words sent your heart into a tailspin.

You nodded, dizzy from his words, skin tingling with growing anticipation. As bent over you, dipping in for another kiss, you could feel the hot tip of his cock twitching against your soaked folds. You had so often thought about this happening, when you laid alone in bed at night, touching yourself, wishing it was him doing that. And now it happened for real.

He prodded at your entrance, your kiss intensified as he slowly lowered himself on you.

“Oh my god,” you whined, biting your lip at the feel of the tip breaching your entrance.

“Doing s'good, doll, just relax–” he whispered into your ear, nibbling soothingly on your lobe.

You squirmed underneath him, overwhelmed by the feeling of his girth splitting you apart, the head of its length hitting every single nerve on its way in. Dabi panted above you, your hands clawing at his sides as he sank further and further into you.

You both moaned loudly as his hips finally were flush with yours. You tried to dip your hips sideways to get accustomed to the weight of him inside you. But he instantly stilled you.

“Don’t move,” his head fell against you, forehead resting in the crook of your neck as he pressed through gritted teeth, "Fuck–"

You realized that he was close, his cock violently twitching inside of you. He mouthed at your neck as a distraction and you started rubbing a soothing hand against his side as you tried to get accustomed to the stretch. It didn't hurt, but it wasn't comfortable either.

A minute passed before his breathing relaxed.

“How the fuck can you be so tight?!” He finally managed to press out.

“Cause your fucking hung,” you giggled, your whole body vibrating and he moaned, “Stop doing that, I’m still close,” sinking his head even deeper into your neck.

“Ya ok?” He asked after a few moments, eyes darting to find yours.

“Yeah,” you whispered in response.

His breath caught on a groan as he slowly started moving, his large cock dragging against your inner walls, making you feel every single inch of him sliding in and out. Still, through all the uncomfortable pain he just rubbed the right spots in your sensitive walls, sending a tingling sensation through your body that rapidly grew into full-blown pleasure.

You hooked your legs around his waist and pulled him forward, urging him to go deeper, desperately wanting him to fill you up. Your mouth fell open, a moan escaping your lips at the feeling of being split apart.

You squeaked as he suddenly lifted your butt up, grabbing a pillow to stuff it underneath you. It gave his thrusts an entirely different angle, each of his ruts hitting something inside that had you crying out.

Spurred on by your sweet sounds, he picked up the pace. The pressure inside kept increasing and short little gasps fell from your lips, overwhelmed by the pleasure coiling up, tighter and tighter inside you.

Dabi started panting, his hair plastered to his sweaty and reddening face, drinking you in as each rock of his hips caused you to teeter closer to the edge. He took you with such passion, nothing you had ever experienced before compared to it. He made you feel so good and full, you could dwell in this feeling forever.

By now, you were squirming deliriously, mouth dropped open, eyes blew wide as you gasped for breath the faster he moved. His breathing turned ragged, chest heaving as his hips relentlessly slammed against yours, pushing both towards your highs.

“I’m gonna —fuck—” his breath came in short pants from the exertion.

The world around you blanked out, a searing pleasure tearing through your nerves and you came, crying out his name over and over again. Your gooey walls kept clenching repeatedly around his cock, eyelids glistening with tears, fluttering in ecstasy.

With a low broken he tumbled over the edge along with you, his cock twitching, spilling his creamy cum inside you, thrusting it deep inside of you, so much it squelched out, making a sticky mess between you both.

He convulsed on top of you, sweaty skin sticking to another as you both rested, trying to catch your breaths. You stayed like this, exchanging gentle kisses as he started getting soft inside of you.

Eventually, Dabi slowly pulled out, still peppering your heated body with soft, feathery kisses. He laid down next to you and you eagerly slid into his embrace, burying your face in his chest, enjoying the warm smell of sex on him. Sighing, he brought you closer, burying his face into your hair.

You relished the feeling of his warm body beneath yourself, his long legs tangling with yours. Your whole body still tingled with orgasmic pleasure as you reached up and ran your fingers through his messy sweaty hair. You heard him make a pleased hum in response and you felt so content, his warm breath brushing over your damp face as his gentle fingers slowly ran along your side.

“How was it?” He asked finally.

“Wonderful–" you whispered, still drunk on your high, on the feeling of being with him.

“How about you?" you tilted your head to look right into his mesmerizing turquoise eyes.

“Fuck, it was amazing," he breathed with a low chuckle.

After another warm and comforting silence, you drew small circles on his chest, "Stay with me tonight, please,” a longing in your voice you didn't know you were capable of.

"Fuck yeah," he gently brushed your hair behind your ear, "Won’t leave you from now on," he rasped, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head.

You curled up into each other, not caring about cleaning up, just enjoying the feeling of being so close, so safe with each other. It was the exhaustion, that feeling of togetherness that finally had you both drift off into sleep, eager to see what the next day would bring.

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY IZUKU 💚🎂

Something that really got me this episode is how Ochako responded when Himiko finally opened up to her.

Himiko says she falls in love easily, because everyone has beautiful blood running inside of them, and Ochako hums, because she's listening. Himiko says she was told not to smile, that she was jealous, and Ochako hums, shakier this time, because she's listening. Himiko tells her about the boy she liked, about her fear of being seen as something inhuman, about how she joined the League of Villains so she could live unapologetically as herself, and Ochako reaches out to her. Brushes the darkness away. Tells her she has a wonderful smile.

And then we get the quintessential Togachako scene and it hits so hard. And a lot of that is because of the buildup - because of Ochako's desperate need to reach out, to touch, to listen (and, god, the way her voice breaks when she begs Himiko to talk to her), because of the catharsis when Himiko finally opens up, how soft her voice gets, how softly Ochako responds to her. I don't even know where I'm going with this. I'm just in awe. This episode ripped me apart.

And the stark contrast between Ochako and the monsters in Himiko's past. The lack of judgement. The way she embraces her, comforts her, understands her, despite everything. She really does touch the sadness inside of her, feels for her like no one else has. Honestly calls her beautiful, calls her cute, because, to Ochako, Himiko really is the cutest girl in the whole world.

I don't know how to end this post. I'm just. Feelings.

So anyway then I baby trapped him

🌸 For the rest of our lives...

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Clip Studio Paint | August 19, 2024

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Drawing their new hero costumes was so hard omfg I wish we got a few more panels of them wearing them.

A little reference to this ♡♡♡

Request from Twitter/X

Ice skater Bakugou / hockey player Deku !

side by side, intertwined <3

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Hi friends i have once again realized i have this account and should probably post on it, anyways have some barbie krbk 💖

bakugo dreads getting picked up from the airport by izuku because he makes a whole scene even tough they were only apart for 3 months, so he asks his good friend eijirous and tbh eijirou is worse because he's bigger brighter and louder help,,,,,,,

Ngl this is kinda sad😔

pro hero dynamight is courting teacher deku?!!!!!!!!?!!

☆ U.A. teacher Deku x pro-hero Dynamight!

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Clip Studio Paint | August 2, 2024

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They look so cute here I want to put them in my pocket ☹️

l've been thinking it'll be so cute if he visits him in the middle of classes bc his schedule is really busy as a hero, so he just goes to see Deku at any chance he gets 😊 maybe they have lunch together and Bakugou tells him about his missions and Deku gives his insight and also tells him about the interesting quirks of his students...

Bakugou trying to act normal and not spoil the big surprise he's been preparing for Deku with the rest of their friends... 🥲 and being so excited to tell him, but he doesn't want to spoil it...

you’re my hero!

bnha doomed yuri was not on my 2024 bingo card

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Katsuki raises his eyebrows in confusion, looking at your curated outfit in dress to impress on his screen.

"Why is your fit like that? elephant ahh fit"

"huh? but that's the theme?" you look at him confusingly...

He looks at you with a judging look, laughing lightly as he held a small grin "The theme was 'elegant' dumbass"

Oh. You look back at the screen to double check the theme, it was indeed 'elegant'. He laughs boisterously and u hurriedly click on the chat box to explain the situation so u wont lose ur stars.

"I KNEW THERE WAS SOMETHING WRONG CUZ WHY WAS EVERYONE IN DRESSES AND STUFF-"

thats it u lub each othwr :3

AHWJSHAHAHA INSPIRED BY THIS ONE MEME I FOUND SOMEWHERE,, I CANT FIND IT..