Some More Sims Shenanigans

I physically flinched wHAT IS THAAAATTTTT EEUUGGGHHH🤢🤢

⚠️ Jumpscare warning: Mirio’s new hair

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You don't understand

I need him

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

Okay, okay, okay.

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

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

A/N: reworded for clarity 1/14

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

You’re a blubbering whimpering mess.

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

Both of your holes had been stretched beyond their limits.

You had lost all track of time.

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

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

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

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

Sukuna smirks. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

You bit your lip almost hard enough to draw blood.

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

“Yes, but it’s been two months!”

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

Sukuna was right. 

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

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

This fucking bastard. 

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

You frowned.

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

You couldn't think of Satoru right now.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You nodded as one of his hands cups your face.

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

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

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

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

“I’m much worse.”

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

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

“FUCKSHITFFFF-UCK!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your body quivered at the threat.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You didn’t care anymore.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“SUKUNA!!”

Heaving and practically hyperventilating, you gasp for air.

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

Your hips still rocking on him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your even shivering in anticipation despite yourself.

Sukuna watches your conflicted demeanor with an evil glee. 

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

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

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

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

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

.....I might actually willingly go to church if this is what's happening

Ready to confess?

I see this directly after going down the familiar rabbit hole of Damon Salvatore edits & clips on tiktok and I wanna scream bc they are blending together in my mind help meeeee i want him so bad

INSUFFERABLE

todoroki touya x gn!reader

includes: dabi is a shameless flirt lol. brief dire mention bc he’s a dumbass. you fall for his antics

notes: he’s so. dumb. i hate him lol

Sometimes you envy the students whose professors’ lock their doors as soon as class starts. 

The ones that provide that immediate punishment for the students who don’t care enough to show up on time, not giving them so much as a minute past the beginning of lecture to slip in. If they’re late they miss, it’s nothing more than a product of their carelessness and they deserve it. 

Sadly, your biology professor is not one of those people. 

Which is fine for your peers who rush in only five, ten, hell—even fifteen minutes late. Their hair wet from just getting out of the shower or clothes wrinkled from having just rolled out of their cramped dorm bed because they forgot to set their alarm. You can understand that; empathize with the plague that is eight a.m. classes. 

Who you absolutely cannot empathize with is the guy who sits next to you. The one who walks in not ten, not twenty, no—thirty minutes late at the very least into lecture, and doesn’t give two shits about not being disruptive. Lets the door slam shut behind him and his scuffed combat boots stomp heavily down the aisle and shuffle with an unneeded amount of noise before plopping down in the chair next to you. 

He’s simply insufferable, truly. With his box dye black hair and chipped fingernail polish and the intricate canvas of tattoos that sweeps from his jaw down his arms and disappears somewhere below the ridge of his perfectly carved collar bones that look absolutely—whatever. He’s annoying. That’s the point here. And today is, of course, no different. 

“Hey, dollface,” Dabi smirks as he sits down, then immediately scrapes his chair over to you. You think today is a new record, a whole forty-one minutes late. You wonder why he even bothered to show up at all. 

You don’t address him, not at first. You merely send over a half assed side glance as a form of acknowledgement. That is, until something glimmering catches your eye. (Something that isn’t the piercings or rings you’ve become accustomed to over the past month). 

“Why do you have that?” You half whisper-half hiss at him, staring down at the object twirling around his fingers. 

“What? ‘S just a lighter.” He flicks it open to show you, as if you couldn’t tell before, then snaps it right back shut. 

You roll your eyes, turn your attention back to your professor. Just fifteen more minutes and you’re out of here and far away from him. “Obviously.” You sigh, bounce your leg subtly. “Don’t light that in here.” 

And you don’t think you should really have to say that, and you don’t know why there’s an unease bubbling in your stomach due to his presence—but you do and it’s there. And it only increases as you catch the smirk slicing deeper across his face out of the corner of your eye. 

“Or what?” Dabi questions, scrapes his chair even closer to you, opens the lighter again. “Whatcha gonna do about it, doll?” 

“Seriously don—“ 

“Oops,” he grins, wide and cheeky as his thumb flicks the lighter on. He’s holding it up, like he doesn’t give a shit whether the professor catches him with it or not. Like he has no worry for the trouble it could cause. 

“What’re you—stop that.” You can’t believe him, seriously, and the audacity he has for disregarding basic rules. “If you get caught with that inside you could get fined.” 

“Pfft, please.” And this time it’s his turn to roll his eyes at you, scoffing under his breath. “You have to be a student here to get fined.” 

You blink at him. Once, twice. “Huh?” 

“What?” He hums, waves his finger over the flame disinterestedly, not even looking to make sure he doesn’t hold it over it too long and burn himself. “I don’t have to worry about stupid ass fines.” 

“Yeah, but—what do you mean you aren’t a student here?” 

Your lecture is long forgotten, your professor’s voice fading out into static as you stare at the man beside you. That uneasiness in your stomach is twisting, stirring around in a way that’s a little uncomfortable. Because sure, you knew the guy was a little odd. But not being a student? Showing up to your classes all the time? Hanging around campus? What if he’s some sort of creep, or stalker, or— 

“Woah there, sweetheart. It’s not what you’re thinking, I'm not some freak or anything. My dad’s the uni president. I get to sit in on whatever classes I want for free. No need to alert the authorities.” 

Oh. 

Your cheeks heat up, a flush rising so fast as well as the want to hide under the table. Silly you, of course he wouldn’t be some creep. I mean, he might be a tad creepy, but that’s not necessarily a crime. 

(He’d be a cute creep, you think. Then mentally tell yourself to shut up). 

“I wasn’t going to do that,” you huff, still looking at him. You aren’t sure why, but his eyes look particularly blue today; more than normal. Maybe it’s because you’re finally allowing yourself to look, a full proper look at your—sort of—peer. “For the record.” 

“Sure,” Dabi chuckles, leans a little closer to you. His fingers mindlessly play with the necklace dangling around your throat. You don’t know why you let him. “So that wasn’t a total how do I discreetly call 911? expression then?” 

“Definitely not,” you dismiss, tapping your pen to your notebook. “It was a man this guy’s so lame he goes to class in his free time expression.” 

Dabi winces, an exaggerated thing that you hate to admit is a little charming. “Ouch, lame? You wound me, dollface. Right in the heart.” 

“You’ll live.” And it’s minute, a little twitch of your lips before you can catch yourself, but it’s there. And Dabi catches it, pointing a finger annoyingly close to your face. 

“Was that a smile, hm? Did I just make my little doll smile?” He teases, prods his finger into your cheek. If you had any idea where it’d been you might lean forward to bite it off. 

“One,” you tut, pinching his digit between two of your own and pulling it away from your face. “I’m not your doll. And two, not a chance. You’re imagining things.” 

“Oh no no, definitely not,” Dabi presses, devilish tilt to his mouth. “That was a smile. Finally falling for me, that it?” 

“Uhm, excuse me—“ 

“Not now,” the man in front of you cuts off the person’s voice from behind, giving them a cold look, “We’re busy, thanks. Anyways, as I was—“ 

“Sorry, it’s just—“ 

“I said we’re busy,” Dabi grits, brows cutting deep as he snaps his head back over his shoulder. “Or did you not hear me?” 

“I did, but—“ 

“What?!” 

“Their jacket’s on fire.” 

Whatever snark Dabi might’ve wanted to push out at your fellow classmate dissolves immediately as the both of you snap your eyes down. And sure enough, right where Dabi has his lighter open—the one you told him not to light—the edge of your jacket has just caught on fire. 

“Oh shit,” Dabi curses, snapping the lighter shut and tugging it back from your jacket as he watches you frantically pat it out with a sleeve covered hand. 

You’re successful—thank god you don’t burst entirely into flames—but the corner of your jacket (your favorite one, mind you) is now very obviously scorched. Your eyes snap up to meet cerulean blue and what little bit of uneasiness left in your stomach turns into a boiling fit of rage. 

Completely disregarding the lecture (that you admittedly weren’t paying attention to anyways) you shove everything into your bag and get up from your seat to leave. You make your way out of the lecture hall absolutely fuming and don’t miss a single beat as you turn on your heel to yell at the man behind you as soon as the door shuts. 

“You’re absolutely unbearable!” You grouse, jabbing your finger into Dabi’s chest. “Seriously! I can't believe you.” 

“Oh c’mon. ‘M sorry! I didn’t mean to, it was just an accident—“ 

“I told you not to light it. But no,” you groan, and you seriously want to rip your hair out, or punch him, or something. “You just had to act like a tough guy. Mr. Too Cool To Be A Student Here. You lit me on fire!” 

“I didn’t mean to! I said I was sorry!” 

“I don’t care! I could’ve been burnt up in a crisp!” 

“But you weren’t!” He defends. “It's not a big deal.” 

“It is to me, this was my favorite jacket. You know, just because you’re hot and have some big shot dad doesn’t mean you can just do whatever you want!” 

“Well obviously, because if I could do whatever I wanted then I'd be doing you!” 

The both of you pause for a moment, catch your breaths through slightly labored pants as you stare at each other. It’s like the gears are turning in both your heads simultaneously, cogs clicking into place and smoke clearing in the workshop. 

“Did you just admit you think I'm hot?” 

“Did you just say you want to do me?” 

A part of you wishes your jacket was still on fire, because at least then you could try to justify that as the reason your cheeks are suddenly burning. You turn your face away from him, adjust the bag slung over your shoulder. You’re thankful you’re the only two in the hallway, or else you’d probably die from embarrassment right now. 

“Well, how ‘bout I make it up to you then?” 

You let your gaze drift back up to meet Dabi’s, staring into tattoo and mascara framed eyes suspiciously. You narrow your vision, tip your head to the side as you watch that shitty (read: thigh clenching) smirk make its way back to his lips. 

“And how do you plan on doing that?” You tense up a little as he takes a step closer to you and digs a pen out of your bag. Then he grips your wrist—gently, despite the firm hold—and scribbles across your palm. 

“I’ll be outside your dorm at eight,” he grins, dropping the pen back into your bag when he’s done. “Wear something hot. ‘N I don’t mean the burnt kind.” 

You shove his shoulder at the remark, glancing down at your palm to see what you’re guessing is his phone number. “Asshole.” 

He simply catches your wrist again, tugs you close enough that he has perfect range to dip down and kiss your cheek. And if you weren’t flushing before you certainly are now, eyes going wide against your will as you watch him let go of you and take backward steps away. He throws you a wink, chuckles when he sees you snap out of it and scoff at him. 

“Insufferable!” You call after him. And you don’t try to hide your smile this time. Don’t try to veil your expressions. 

“Irresistible!” He corrects, sticking his tongue out and making a corny call me gesture with his hand when you flip him off. 

And you wonder if you should wear your scorched jacket tonight simply to spite him. 

reading my own fics as a reference for a new wip and squinting at it like "how the hell did I do that"

where’s that one “pakige” post bc like

AO3, Basic Logic, God, Everyone: You posted a chapter five minutes ago, and should get comments gradually over the next few hours! Me, .5 seconds after posting, sitting with my face pressed up against my AO3 inbox: commente

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Mirror, Mirror, Brat Tamer

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[NSFW] ‼ 18+ >MDNI<

Summary: You are a brat. This is known, and there's no changing that anytime soon.

Dabi loves trying to fuck it out of you anyway, even if he wouldn't have you any other way.

Pairing: Dabi/F!Reader

Content Warning: Mirror Sex Rough Sex, Daddy Kink, Cockwarming, Dacryphilia, Praise Kink, Orgasm Control, Light Spanking, Begging, Creampie, Body Worship, Light Dom/Sub, Brat Tamer Dabi, Brat Reader, Submissive Reader, Dabi has Genital Piercings

Word Count: 5K

Disclaimer: Character belongs to Kohei Horikoshi

A/N: So this is a rewrite basically, kinda, since it's the same as my ShigaDabi fic by the same name in Ao3, just altered to suit.

My Ao3 is the same username if you wanna go there

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There are many ways one could describe you. A menace, a gremlin, a brat. And you could attest to being those things occasionally.

Like today, when you decided to tease your boyfriend but then step just out of reach of scarred and stapled hands, grinning impishly as you did so, or pouting and complaining about Kurogiri not getting the right snacks, then ignoring your boyfriend telling you to knock it off, only apologizing after seeing the genuine displeassure on your partner's face, you could admit you were being a brat.

And you revel in being a brat, because being a brat gets you fucked stupid.

But you wouldn't exactly describe yourself as shy. You aren't timid, though maybe a bit reclusive and withdrawn, but you're not really shy.

Though there's something about being exposed and spread wide in front of a mirror that makes you shy away. You've had sex in front of a mirror before, but you mainly just saw your face or side profile, and even then you're usually distracted enough to not be that embarrassed.

This though, was very different.

Sitting on Dabi's lap is different in front of a mirror. Both of you completely naked, Dabi's hands holding your legs spread wide, showing your cock-stuffed cunt, his dick half hard yet still thick enough to spread you open, your face and chest flushed, brows pinched and eyes averted; only catching glimpses of the way you look in Dabi's lap by accident, the way your pussy lips are puffy and soaked in your slick, leaking around him, and you bite your lip in embarrassment.

This wasn't the plan.

You thought you'd be thrown onto the bed and fucked into oblivion until you sobbed, just how you liked it but no. After opening you up slowly, meticulously, on slick, long, heated fingers, edging you three fucking times, then sitting you on his cock, Dabi sat at the edge of the bed, holding you in his lap, fingers digging into the meat of your thighs to spread and torture you.

Dabi has you just sitting on his cock, not moving, not doing anything, while you leak around him like a fucking faucet, pussy throbbing from the teasing neglect. Just a warm hole for him to use.

"Such a pretty cock warmer, yeah?" Dabi says, grinning roguishly as he gives your thighs a quick, heated squeeze, spreading you impossibly further.

Your eyes clench shut as you bite the inside of your cheek to fight off the quiet whimper threatening to come out of your mouth, your fingers digging into the sheets beside Dabi's hips. You regret not begging when you should've. Why did you have to be such a stubborn fucking brat?!

"Not gonna look?" Azure eyes trained on your face in the mirror, he noses at your neck, murmuring. "Don't be shy baby, I'm just showin' you how good you look warmin' my cock for me, hm?"

You know this is both a punishment and a game. You've been a little extra mouthy and bratty to Dabi lately, so maybe this is what you get for being a little shit. To sit on his cock and be the good little hole that you are, warm and pliant. You try to shift, to get even the tiniest bit of friction, but your eyes crack open when the grip on your thighs tighten, definitely leaving pretty bruises in their wake, stilling you.

Catching a glimpse of your body in the mirror, you see how still you're being held, the exception being your heaving chest; your tits moving with every breath. You want to look away, but you catch Dabi's gaze through the mirror.

Dabi lets out a pleased, "Mmm, there we go.", when you finally look up into the mirror without averting your gaze again. "So fuckin' pretty." He breathes, mismatched lips pressing kisses into your neck, lidded gaze focused on you.

You quickly run out of the little patience you had. You don't want to just sit here, being teased and humiliated, not even allowed to touch yourself. It's not fair.

"Fuck me." You finally demand, voice shaky. Your hand grips at Dabi's thigh, your eyes hot and sharp. You just want to be fucked stupid dammit!

"No." Dabi says flatly, holding your gaze, eyes level and focused.

The refusal makes you go rigid for a second before your lips start to wobble, eyes shining with unshed tears.

"That's not how we ask for things." Dabi murmurs, pressing a kiss to your temple as he sees the desperate expression on your face, before continuing. "My little brat needs to learn to behave. Learn some fuckin' manners."

You whimper as you try in vain yet again to grind down on the hot cock seated inside you, the most you manage is clenching around him.

"Mm, you just keep tryin' to suck me in. Tryna milk me?" You let out a moan at that, both of you feeling the way your walls tighten around the hardening cock inside you and Dabi's grin is sharp.

Dabi kisses, mouths and bites at the nape of your neck hungrily, his cock giving an enthusiastic throb as your hole twitches around him. Stuffed and untouched, with just his words and kisses, you feel like you could come with just a single touch to your clit, or even some friction.

Finally fully hard, nestled right up against your cervix, you feel your control and sanity about to snap.

You really just need to be pounded into the fucking bed.

"Please, Dabi. I'll behave, I'll—hnn— I'll be good, just fuck me, plea-se.", you beg, voice cracking as you whine and wiggle in Dabi's grasp but not able to move as much as you would like.

Dabi, being the tease and bastard that he is, doesn't give you what you want just yet, despite his cock giving an eager pulse, the sound of you begging too fucking good, going straight to his dick. You whimper and cry, saying whatever you need to, to make Dabi want to fuck you, losing your shame, but you still don't get what you want yet; Dabi just watches, massaging your thighs and chuckling lowly as your eyes well up with tears.

"Alright, Love." He finally gives in; his baby was so very polite and adorable after all. Lowering your legs between his, making you keep your thighs together, still sitting perfectly in his lap, he asks, "Think you've learned your lesson, Doll?"

Yeah, when I've been a brat but wanna get fucked asap, beg and ask for forgiveness asap! You nod obediently, outwardly docile and innocent; complacent.

Muttering "Use your words, and remember your manners." into the skin just below your ear, eyes pinning you in place, Dabi rubs his thumbs in circles where they rest on your inner thighs.

"Yes, Daddy, I'm sorry." You breathe, almost panting with anticipation.

Dabi hums. It's a pleased, low sound that makes the hairs on the back of your neck raise. He presses a kiss where his lips rest, murmuring "Good girl, Y/N." lowly in your ear.

You truly thought Dabi would finally fuck you now. Fat cock fully hardened, stretching your cunt so, so good, he throbs inside the gripping heat and you feel all of it.

Every inch, every vein, every bar of steel, every single pulse of hot flesh inside you, resonating like a brand from within you, and you need to be thoroughly split in half on that cock.

Grinding your hips impatiently, you go to immediately start bouncing on his cock, already halfway up, only for Dabi's left arm to wrap around your waist, his hand gripping your side tightly and pulling you back down to his lap, forcing you down even more than before, so his cock would stay deep inside your quivering hole, dragging a shaky moan from your lips, eyes clenching shut.

Dabi's other hand holds your face, fingers pressed into your cheeks, muttering "Watch.", making you look at yourself in the mirror. The tears gathered in your eyes finally fall as you moan weakly, your eyes pleading.

"Daddy, please," you sob out a whine, your voice high as your chest heaves with a gasp, holding your own teary, gaze in the mirror.

The hand holding your side loosens enough, just for some breathing room but not to the point where you could move, while the hand on your face doesn't let go, only shifts.

Hand now gripping your chin, middle finger stroking at a pulse point, thumb rubbing at your botton lip, he breathes, "See how pretty you look, Dolly?" Your lips part, tongue darting out to lick at the thumb, before Dabi slips it in to press at the wet muscle and pressing a kiss to your cheek, tasting the salt of your tears on his lips, when he gets a small nod and sound of agreement in response.

Though Dabi wishes for a more verbal response, he knows not to push you too much, not right now. All in due time.

For now, his good girl deserves to get what she wants. Because for all that you are a brat, you're Dabi's brat, and Dabi says his good girl deserves to be spoiled, though you do have to work for it this time.

"Now, I was gonna fuck you into the bed, but you were impatient. How 'bout you be a good girl and put on a little show for me, hm?" He rumbles, fingers caressing your side, cerulean eyes hot on your skin.

You nod in response, not really even wanting to be a brat anymore, not right now. Right now you want to be a good girl, Dabi's good girl, and to be fucked, and is rewarded with another peck to the cheek.

"C'mon, stand for me, baby." Confused, you comply with Dabi's guidance, brows furrowed. The confusion is quickly ignored as the drag of the cock within you, piercings catching on your entrance, sends a shudder through you, a soft "mmf" escaping your lips.

Dabi doesn't bother to hide the borderline feral grin or gleam in his eyes, just guides you to the side of the bed.

Sitting up against the pillows, he pulls you back into his lap and in for a deep kiss, full of tongue and teeth.

Dabi licks into your mouth languidly, his tongue tasting and branding you all at once, heated hands gripping at your thighs, so close to where they're wanted but not complying, before he looks up and over your shoulder as he watches his own scarred hands grab and knead at the soft flesh of your ass possessively.

By the time he pulls away with a shiny, thin string of saliva still connecting your lips, you're a quivering mess.

Giving your ass a firm squeeze, he says, "You're gonna turn around and watch yourself bounce on my cock since you were so eager, yeah baby?" You whimper, at both the touch and the words, nodding, and after getting a pat on your ass, you quickly oblige; turning around so that your back is turned towards Dabi once again, knees bracketing scarred thighs, feeling the pulsing hardness against you.

A quick glance at your reflection makes you hesitate, a shaky sort of embarrassment washing over you.

Dabi pours some lube over his erection before running his knuckles down your back, ghosting over your ass and to your thighs. “Alright,” he breathes out, settling a hand on your hip, giving it a gentle yet firm squeeze as he guides you to lift up, “You know what to do, Doll.”

Biting your lip, you shakily lift yourself up, letting the hands on your hips guide you until you feel the tip of Dabi's cock catch against your entrance. You sink down, one hand reaching back to guide the cock in, letting out a moan as the velvety head pops inside. You try to sink down faster, take all at once, because you're ready dammit, the embarrassment fading away back into want, but the hand on your hip tightens warningly, making you slow down.

Dabi makes you take it agonizingly slow, piercings poping in one by one, sending a jolt to your nerves in the best way each time, to the point you aren't even sure how long it took, only that you let out a mix of a sigh and a whimper when you're finally fully seated again, feeling Dabi's scarred thighs flush against you. Heated hands slide up and down your sides as he kisses below your ear, whispering a soft ‘Good girl’ that makes you clench around him with a shuddering moan.

“Whenever you're ready, Love.” Dabi chuckles, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear before giving your hip a gentle squeeze, and leaning back, left hand remaining to just rest on your hip, thumb stroking lightly where it sits, while he props his other elbow up beside him on the pillows.

With trembling legs, you lift yourself up, till just the head is inside you, before dropping back down. You moan loud and gasping as the fat cock spears you so, so deep in this angle, the feeling of piercings dragging against your walls so torturously delicious.

The carnal craving for more sets in and with your hands planted on Dabi's knees to hold yourself steady, you quickly repeat the movement, until you're fucking yourself properly, seeing stars with every bounce, your tits bouncing and swaying with your every move. And you try. You try so, so hard to be good, to look at your reflection, because it's what your Daddy wants, and you can feel the searing gaze on you, but you can't help as your eyes roll shut as you lean your head back against Dabi's shoulder as you focus on moving, despite the burning in your thighs, because it feels so, so good.

Dabi allows you the reprieve of basking for a few moments, before he thrusts up into you as he taps at your hip bone and says, voice low in your ear, "Eyes open." On a gasping moan, you obey, peeling your eyes open, as the authority in his tone sends a shiver down your spine.

And as your eyes land on you both once more, you couldn't help but clamp down and grind.

“Dab-, Daddy,” you whine, now unable to tear your eyes away from your reflection of the way your bodies move together. Your breasts bouncing, nipples pert and neglected; and your skin seems to almost glow with the glisten of the sheen of sweat with every movement, contrasting artfully against the mosaic of Dabi's scars, skin and staples; his azure gaze electric.

“Like what you see, Gorgeous?” Dabi asks, voice practically a purr, “Fuck, squeezin' me so good, sweetheart.”

You give a panting agreement, eyes drifting to and trained on where Dabi's hand travels down over your thighs, ghosting over you weeping pussy and neglected clit but still not touching. And you feel the all consuming need to be touched, to be groped, to be claimed.

"Please" The panting, whimpering plea drips from your lips like honey, thick and so very sweet.

And Dabi can't help but tease you, can't help but want to hear you beg. "Please what, Baby?"

"Plea—ahhnn— please touch me." Is the airy whine, fingers digging into the healthy skin of scarred thighs so you have something to hold.

You get a pleased hum in response, before letting out a breathy moan when you see and feel blunt, black nails dragging over the sensitive flesh of your thighs and the crease of your groin, left hand on your hip, right hand trailing up your abdomen and chest, ghosting over your pebbled nipples, to cup your jaw, turning it towards him as mismatched lips capture yours in a deep, wet kiss, tongue stroking and teasing over your own, pulling away with a wet pop to trail down, over your jaw and throat, leaving trails of warm kisses and a hot, slick tongue licking and laving along the expanse of your neck and shoulder, leaving nips, bruises and brands in their wake; you automatically lean your head to the side to give him better access, reaching a hand back to tug at the raven locks as you continue to rock your hips as the pleasure builds and builds and you're on the edge.

Everything is too much and not enough, feeling so, so good finally having his mouth and hands on you again and you want to come but you can't, not without permission.

"Oh fuck, please, please, I—hnn— I wanna come," Dabi's teeth graze along the sensitive skin of your neck, smirk wide and feral before sucking on your pulse as his hands wander in opposite directions and you shiver at the way scarred hands look moving along your skin, all deliberate and precise.

His left hand trails over your thighs, up your abdomen, and to your tit, where he cups and kneads it before rolling the nipple between his fingers, as the other hand drags down, ghosting over your throat and other nipple, lightly pressing on your abdomen, applying pressure to his cock from outside, before splaying his fingers, petting at your slick pussy lips, all while he meets your every thrust. And you shake, panting and moaning and drooling and grinding, a string of babbled pleas spilling out as you throw your head back, eyes rolling back.

They fly open again when you feel a finger ghost over your clit, but all you can manage are gasps and breathy little pants and groans. Licking up the line of drool from your chin to the corner of your mouth, Dabi mumbles into the skin there, "C'mon, dance for me baby." He sounds amused and teasing and it shouldn't be that fucking hot.

Biting your lip, eyes unfocused and unseeing, you start bouncing again in earnest, ignoring your burning thighs, your movements less coordinated and more desperate now with you so close.

“Fuck, look how gorgeous you are, Doll,” Dabi groans, dragging your attention back to the mirror, hand roaming over your chest, alternating between your nipples, tweaking and rubbing them, and groping at the soft flesh, the other still moving over your cunt. “Love this, don't you, Baby?”

You grind and writhe on his cock, tears streaming down your cheeks, at the praise and touch, and all you can manage in response is an absent, moaning, "hnng, Uh huh.", as the coiling heat in your stomach builds and builds.

On a particular thrust, right up against your sweet spot, grasping for words, you manage to choke out, "Too—hah—too much. Please, Daddy, need to come." and when Dabi just licks the track of tears with a moan and a muttered "so fuckin' gorgeous", the sound and words going straight to your cunt, a sobbing whine rips out from your throat, "Hurts"

“Fuck, alright Sweetheart,” He groans into to your ear as he thrusts up into you, hand gripping your chest, as he finally, finally strokes a finger over your clit firmly, growling, “I got you, Baby.  Come for me.”

You get a last glimpse of yourself in the mirror, shaking, your face going slack, before you come with a sob, your head thrown back against Dabi's shoulder as your body stills and locks up; a string of babbled 'fuck, fuck, fuck, thank you, thank you, thank you's spilling from your lips, your mind whiting out. Distantly, you think you hear Dabi say something, something like a praise or a swear, could hear him moan while he continues to fuck up into you and use you, whispering against your ear how good you are, dragging out your orgasm, to the point it feels like your brain is oozing out of your cunt with every thrust.

Just as you're coming down from your own high, blinking away black dots, you see Dabi's eyes roll shut, his lips parted as he tenses and buries himself inside of you to the hilt as he comes with a deep groan. Letting out a breathy, whiny moan at the overload that is that sight, sound and feeling, you roll your hips and clamp down as you continue to be pumped full of thick, hot come, feeling thoroughly branded as you milk him.

Panting and dazed, mind slowly coming back to focus, your gaze rakes over your reflection. From flushed cheeks, to your own heaving chest, to where you're still connected and where you could see Dabi was still shallowly thrusting in and out of you, still half hard and creamy come spilling out the sides, before stilling, just buried and stuffing you full as you collect your breaths.

Dabi shifts to get the bottle of water from the nightstand, opening it and pressing it to your lips, coaxing you to drink and you oblige. When you're done, after drinking half, Dabi drains the rest, shifting again to put it back beside the bed.

But in his shifting, he jostles you, unknowingly making his halfhard cock grind against your sensitive walls and you startle at the jolt to your nerves.

Already not being able to really take your eyes off of your reflection, the stimulation makes your mind blank.

Dabi presses a kiss to your shoulder before settling his hands on your waist to lift you, to finally give you rest and love and care.

Swallowing dryly, you feel another wave of want wash over you.

You shouldn't.

You're tired, sore and full, but you want.

And you are a brat at heart. A cock dumb, greedy brat, and you want more.

Without thinking, you reach down to press a hand to your stomach, moaning as you could feel his cock move with the instinctive twitch of his hips, then trail down to where you're connected, rubbing at your joint flesh, fingertips now covered in your sticky juices, before pulling away, getting a questioning sound from Dabi.

Biting your lip, your gaze travels back towards the mirror as you again let your eyes drag over your bodies. With a small hum, you give a small roll of your hips, startling a quiet curse out of Dabi.

Your eyes meet in the mirror, Dabi scanning your expression. When all you do is bring your come soaked fingers up to suck and lap at them, hunger, want and pleading painted clearly on your face, he gives a sharp, wolfish grin in return.

Taking that as the assent it is, you tangle the fingers of your other hand in his hair and quickly turn your head so your lips could meet in a searing kiss. You feel Dabi immediately reciprocate, scarred hands fisted in your hair and roaming and groping along your flushed skin; slick, hot tongue laving over your lips before licking into your mouth, tasting himself, and you melt.

You feel his cock grow hard again within you, pulsing and twitching, and your legs go weak.

"Tell me what you want, Sweetheart. I'll give it to you.", Dabi murmurs against your lips, voice husky and reverent.

Eyes wide and pleading, looking hopeful and like you might cry again if you don't get what you want, you whisper, "Fuck me into the bed?"

Heated hands tighten in your hair and on your waist as Dabi wordlessly growls low in his throat, pulling you in for another firm kiss, before manhandling and maneuvering you, pulling you off of his cock with a squelch, and bending you over, pressing you into the bed.

On your chest and forearms, cheek pressed to the sheets, ass in the air, you shake with anticipation.

You hum a moan as Dabi rubs a thumb against your abused cunt almost possessively, stretching it and rubbing the spilling come into your slit like a claim, as he settles himself on his knees behind you.

Dabi slides both palms up your thighs and over the curve of your ass reverently, giving them a squeeze before his right palm meets flesh with a quick and sharp smack, just to watch it jiggle, dragging a gasping moan from you as you writhe at the sweet sting, hands fisting the sheets.

Kneading the stinging flesh soothingly, he spreads you, spitting right onto your twitching hole, the saliva mixing and dripping with the smeared spend. you gasp at the contrasting feeling, hips now swaying tantilizingly as you feel your arousal trickle down your thighs.

Left hand on your asscheek, spreading you open for him and gripping his length in the other, Dabi taps the head of his cock on your hole, not pushing in, just teasing it, rubbing against your folds and smearing the cum and slick there. At your hips pushing back, trying to get his cock in, and your sweet whining, Dabi presses just the head in.

And he gets exactly what he wants.

"Please, please, please, Daddy, more—", is the whining plea he's rewarded with for his patience, your voice laboured and so very wanton.

Your waist in a firm grip between his hands, Dabi presses in and out slowly, piercings dragging deliciously along your walls, and you moan long and low, before your voice chokes off in a gasp as Dabi snaps his hips foward again, flush against you.

As Dabi grinds into you there, you look up, at the mirror you momentarily forgot about, and you can't help but to clench around the fat cock splitting you, moaning out a breathy giggle in delirious pleasure at the sight.

Head thrown back in ecstasy, the column of his scarred, pretty neck bared, jaw clenched and sharp, muscles and abs taut, healthy skin, flushed and glistening with the sheen of sweat, contrasting prettily against the dark scars; staples gleaming in the light, and hands possessively gripping you, Dabi looks downright divine.

And when turquoise eyes open and pierce into you with a predatory grin, it should've prepared you for the next sharp thrust, but it didn't, and you gasp, eyes fixed on the sight of Dabi speeding up, drilling into you; your eyes roll back as all coherent thoughts are fucked right out of you, cock slamming straight into your cervix at a steady pace, a string of muttered 'yes, yes, yes's slightly muffled by the sheets, spilling from your drooling mouth.

Wanting to drag it out, Dabi slows down; fucks you hard and so very deep, dragging slowly out and quickly back in, over and over, grunting and moaning and groaning how good you feel, how nice and tight you are, how well you take him, how you're such a good girl for him, how fucking gorgeous you look, all as you sob and gasp and writhe under him at the sweet torture, clawing and grasping at the sheets like a life line; your body not knowing if it wants to run from the overwhelming pleasure or grind back against him for more, as your pussy flutters and gushes around him, creating a small pool of slick beneath you.

The sight of your back arched delectably, scattered markings on skin gleaming with sweat, and ass jiggling with every thrust, paired with usually fierce eyes, now soft, glistening gems, unfocused with lust and lost in pleasure, peaking through the curtain of hair splayed out like tendrils of silk, and kiss swollen lips parted, moaning and drooling, is ethereal and is almost Dabi's undoing. And it could very well still be. His hips jerk and speed up with wild abandon, pistoning into the pliant body beneath him, pounding you into the bed like you wanted, while pulling you back to meet his every thrust, as he watches the white, frothy ring of mixed come, lube and slick pool at the base of his cock and your hole.

If Dabi were to look up at your reflection, he would see a borderline beast, ravishing his meal with all the ferver of a starving wolf, eyes wild and teeth gritted in a feral mix of a snarl and a grin.

And when you clamp down on him like you never want him anywhere else ever again, cunt spasming and sucking him in on every thrust as you come untouched with a cry, soaking the sheets, Dabi can't help but follow, falling and curling over your back, left hand still gripping your waist, right holding his weight up, burying his face into the crook of your neck and his cock deep and grinding, painting your insides white yet again with a deep, gutural moan.

You stay like that, with Dabi inside you, his face in your neck, panting and basking in the afterglow for a few moments, before he presses a kiss to one of the marks left there on your neck and sits up.

He sighs almost dreamily as he takes in the sight of small shivers and aftershocks wracking your body, your pussy stretched and puffy around him, before slowly pulling out, shamelessly admiring the way his come drips out of the gaping hole, clenching around nothing, like it needs to be constantly filled.

He collects the dripping spend on two fingers before pushing it back in, getting a weak moan in response. Though, he pulls away after a few seconds, allowing his Doll reprieve, wiping his hands on the already dirtied sheets before gently turning you to the side.

You blink dazedly up at him, eyelids heavy and lips pouty. You look thoroughly, adorably fucked out, and Dabi couldn't help the soft, sappy smile that stretches across his face. And when he gets you smiling dopily up at him in response, arms stretching out to him, Dabi loves you impossibly more than he did yesterday.

He leans down to meet you, letting you wrap your arms around his neck, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips, then to your cheek, then to your eyelid, then to your forehead, before scooping you up and walking to the bathroom.

He'll get his baby nice and clean, warm and fed, then you'll go to sleep soundly in clean sheets, curled up around each other.

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This is exactly the vibe I've always imagined 🤧

It's what is right and what we deserve 🥺

in another life Touya and Shoto get to enjoy life together with a Rodrick and Greg brother dynamic