Chapter 4

WARNING!

This fic is not suitable for minors. It contains sexual relationships, accidental pregnancy, substance abuse, withdrawal, and addiction. This is a sequel fic.

Chapter 4

No one is immune to propaganda

The summer sun blazes through the window of your room. You roll over and turn the aircon on. July is approaching quickly, and time feels like it’s been flying by. Your doctor's appointment went well, and he put you on a whole vitamin regimen to help with the baby’s development. You still face bouts of morning sickness, but it’s less severe than before—probably since you’re no longer going through withdrawal from your medication.

All in all, your body is healing, and the baby is growing more and more each day. Your headaches have gone away as well.

You get out of bed to use the bathroom and shower. As you stare at your naked body, you notice how your stomach has grown ever so slightly. It’s uncomfortable to see, but thankfully you can still hide your stomach with your clothes. If anyone asks, you can just chalk it up to gaining weight from being sober for the first time in over a year.

Toshinori bought a plot of land and hired a company to begin building a new house. The location is closer to your work, and there’s a good school nearby. It’s the kind of thing new parents dream of. It feels surreal. It should be your dream too, but it's all moving so quickly it doesn't even feel real.

After your shower, you scroll on your phone. You’ve spent so long avoiding the news, but curiosity finally gets the best of you.

“Asuka: Friend or Foe? A detailed look into the villain's history”

You translate the article into English to understand it better.

“Asuka from the League of Villains is a mystery that the world hopes to solve. A young woman born over 300 years ago traveled through time and space through a whirlpool personality incident. Adopted by the infamous villain, All for One, she takes on a new name and identity, but how involved is she with the villain? How did an innocent young woman turn into something so evil?

“Sources say she stole more than one-million-yen worth of items. Others claim that she was a key reference in multiple murders by the villain's ally, Dabi (also known as Todoroki Touya). She was an active member of the Paranormal Liberation Front for several months leading up to its disbandment and eventual arrest.”

You click out of the defamatory article. Well, that’s just an obscenely dramatic misrepresentation of everything.

The whirlpool personality incident must be a mistranslation of the Vortex Quirk Incident, and you wonder what it’s actually being referred to in your home country.

There’s a video some ways down about Tomura. You hesitate to click on it, but you decide to, against your better judgment.

“Who was Shigaraki Tomura?” the reporter asks a random person on the street.

“He was really terrifying. It’s good news that he was defeated,” one guy says. A bubble pops up next to him stating: office worker, 35.

The video cuts to two young women with the bubble stating: students, 21.

“Um, my friend got killed by that vicious murderer! Honestly, it’s the worst! And now my life is totally messed up,” one of them says.

The other chimes in, “Also my house was destroyed.”

The video cuts to an old woman. “I always wonder why they couldn’t have stopped him sooner.”

The video cuts again to another young man in his thirties. “Everyone thought that freak was just some punk at first. No one ever thought he’d actually be a threat—”

You click out of the video. Yeah, that’s enough of that nonsense. No wonder Toshinori and Detective Sato wanted me to stay away from the news—the news sucks balls.

A separate headline catches your attention: “Blood Banks Scramble to Secure New Supply”

Well, that’s interesting… You click on the article.

“Blood banks around the Tokyo Metropolitan area have faced a shocking loss of supply over the past few weeks. Detectives have been working on the case of the missing bags, but so far nothing has come up. Specialists are wondering if this is an inside job and if these hospitals can even be trusted.

“One woman states, ‘I’ve been donating blood every six months for three years. This is the first time this has happened. How am I supposed to keep donating when it keeps going missing?’

“Central Hospital has been the hardest hit, with several liters of blood from various donors lost. The city is in dire need of a blood supply as many people are recovering from the scourge of this archvillain.”

You muse to yourself, these translations are really bad. I should practice reading Japanese more…

There’s another headline that seems much less drastic that catches your attention: “Heteromorphs Rally to Ban Exotic Animal Cafes”

You click on the article and attempt to read it in Japanese.

“At Central Hospital during the largest villain attack in the country many heteromorphs together for better change rallied. Now they continue the [...] fight. Many heteromorphs together exotic animal cafe ban rally. The gathering for the ban called because [...] heteromorphic humans [...].

“‘We exotic are not!’ one protester said.”

Toshinori’s voice calling for you pulls your attention away from the phone. Quickly saving the article to read for later, you meet him in the living room where he’s sorting through the day’s mail.

“It’s from the immigration office.” He hands you an envelope with your name on it.

You peel it open, and a little plastic ID card falls out. You pick it up, staring at it.

“Yagi Asuka,” you read. “Oh my god it’s official.”

“It’s official,” he repeats in awe, as if he wasn’t pulling some strings behind the scenes to get the documents to pass anyway.

A surge of emotions overwhelms you. You should be excited—this marks a new beginning for you. This officially sheds you of your old villain name and legally grants you one that will surely help you with building your new life. This is the opportunity to give your unborn child the name that’s built off of a legacy—a very wealthy and notable one. You should be grateful to have this name.

Yet, it’s still the name of Tomura’s sworn enemy.

So easily, the guilt returns with its unyielding grip, twisting your stomach into knots.

“You don’t seem happy,” he notices.

“I feel weird.”

“I know it’s strange right now, but I’m sure the feeling will pass.”

I’m not so sure about that, you want to say as you hold the little ID in your hand. “Yeah, I’m sure it will.”

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Chapter 3 ⬅️🐦➡️ Chapter 5

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A Sheep In Wolf’s Clothing

Shigaraki x Reader x Dabi

Summary: idk what this is, I just wanted write some more vile shit with these characters. This is also a college au

Word Count: 732

Warnings: Kinda smuttish I guess, they talk about it at least. Mentions of drugging and noncon stuff

Minors DNI

You were pathetic, trying to fit in with those girls the way you did.

The only thing you ever offered that group of mean girls were your nods and chirps of agreement, even when they treated you as their punching bag the only thing you could do was choke out a laugh.

He bet you cried yourself to sleep.

The ice cream shop you sat in with your girl’s after class was cute, a nice little facade for the beasts you hung around as you all ate your ice cream cones covered in rainbow sprinkles within the bright neon and baby pink shop.

He hadn’t meant to follow you here after class but today you looked particularly down. Like a little kicked puppy, the image in his head was sold even more at the little licks you gave your vanilla ice cream in hand with those sad, pathetic eyes of yours.

He sucked in a breath, the image of your cute little pink tongue darting out to kitten lick the pre-cum off the fat tip of his cockhead all too vivid.

He shifted in his seat, cock already half hard.

The bell on the door rang above. Shigaraki hadn’t bothered to look, still distracted by that little pink tongue.

”You’re excited.”

Dabi.

Shigaraki huffed, slipping his hand down between his legs and readjusting himself as Dabi sat down beside him.

Dabi followed his line of sight, eyes landing on the obnoxiously loud college girls as they cackled about whatever the fuck they thought was so funny that the entire ice cream shop had to know about it.

He knew who they were, the entire campus did. Those girls only went to every fucking party on campus, getting drunk and/or high out of their damn minds and wreaking havoc.

Dabi sighed, sinking into his seat with a grin.

”I love bitchy mean girls,” he murmured, eyeing one of the girls up, “They’re never that tough when they’re sobbing on your cock— not that you’d know anything about that,” he punctuated with a laugh.

Shigaraki said nothing, jaw tensing in response.

”Which one’s got you all chubbed up?”

He sneered, “I thought you were hanging out with that asshole today.”

”Hawks is fucking his lab partner right now. Fucking bitch isn’t into spit roasting,” he shrugged, “Figured I’d see whatever shit you were getting up to instead.”

”Vanilla ice cream, rainbow sprinkles.”

Dabi’s eyes landed on you almost immediately, grin stretching wider on his pierced lips.

”Ah— the weak link. Not bad.” He nodded, “Guess you heard what happened last night?”

Shigaraki’s eyes widened a fraction, snapping his head towards Dabi.

”What happened?”

He quirked a brow, “Oh?” He said with a chuckle, “You didn’t see the videos? Little cock tease over there was slipped something last night at some party and started fingering herself in the middle of the fucking thing. There’s all these video’s going around.”

”Do you have any?”

“Someone‘s gotta crush~” he lilted, pulling his phone out, quickly opening his messages with Hawks then downloading and sending the video’s he had sent him last night.

Shigaraki was pulling his phone out before he even received the video’s, opening his messaging app and tapping on them as soon as they went through.

His breath hitched. You were on a couch, hand shoved under your skirt with your eyes all hazy and lidded, surrounded by ooing and aaing partygoers.

Your friends all stood around laughing in hysterics, doubled over, barely able to breathe as more people took their phones out.

His eyes snapped back to you.

Your sad puppy eyes made so much more sense now.

Shigaraki found himself swallowing his pride as the next words left his lips.

”You know how to talk to girls, right?”

”I know how to get them into bed,” he replied smugly.

”Then…” he trailed off, not knowing the right words, “Do you think—“

”Sure. But I want in,” he nodded.

”…You think she’d be into spit roasting?”

Dabi’s grin widened as he eyed you up now. You looked so sad and anxious as you sat with the friends that hadn’t protected you last night.

You were a little lamb, all alone, surrounded by wolves… being hunted by wolves.

”She doesn’t have to be.” He felt his cock throb, watching that little pink tongue dart out, licking that ice cream cone, “She’ll do it anyway.”

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failuredecore

1 month ago

Sweet Nothings

Obsessed!Dabi x Fem!Reader

Sypnosis - After watching you most nights at a club, Dabi finally finds the courage to talk to you.

Warnings - Rough sex, choking, oral both male and female receiving, fingering, spit, slight spanking, breeding, creampie, unprotected sex, nipple play, hair pulling, cursing, smoking, throat fucking, slight implications of stalking, mentions of drinking and implications of other drugs, slight intoxication for both Dabi + Reader, user was a former drop out of UA.

It was a regular Saturday night in the city, almost everybody in their twenties were out partying. And you were one of those people. You wore a cropped band tee with some old band that was probably canceled but you couldn’t keep up with all the canceled bands at this point. To go with your cropped tee, you wore a black mini skirt that hugged your ass, fishnets, and black heels. Your hair was styled, and you wore your makeup how you normally did, just with a bit more pazazz. Not that it mattered what you looked like, everyone was way too high, drunk, or blown out of their minds to focus on you.

You entered the club, music blaring through out the building. You were here alone, your friend backed out last minute due to some drama with her boyfriend, which sucked ultimately but she swore she loved him. Little did you know, someone was watching you from the second floor of the club, holding a drink in his hand.

He knew you were going to be here, you never failed to show up here. Every Saturday night. He wasn’t entirely sure what it was about you, but he found himself drawn in. The way you immediately clicked with anyone around you, dancing and throwing back shots like it was nothing. Your image plagued his mind for months. And tonight, he would finally introduce himself to you.

You finally tire yourself out, resting against a wall out in the alley behind the club. Music can be heard faintly from inside. You scroll through your phone as you hold a cigarette between your fingers. You scoffed as you scrolled past posts of people your age already being pro heroes. You dropped out of the hero course early; it was such bullshit.

You shook your head and took a drag from your cigarette before hearing the backdoor the club open and shut. You looked over and saw a tall guy around 5’9 with spiky white hair and icy blue eyes. Parts of his body were patched and stapled which caught your eyes.

“Got a smoke?” He asked, approaching you. You nodded, “Yeah.”, you handed him your cigarette and he leaned against the wall across from you.

“Name’s Dabi, you?” He asked, voice deep and raspy. You turned off your phone and put it in your bag, looking up. “(Y/N).” You answered, scratching the bridge of your nose.

He grinned at the sound of your name rolling off your tongue. “(Y/N).” He repeated, “Pretty name.”

You nodded as he took a drag of your cigarette, feeling your cheeks flush slightly. He was a handsome man. A stranger, but something about him made you break your own boundaries. “Wanna get outta here?” You blurted out, covering your mouth as the words seemed to claw its way out of your mouth. “Sorry I’ve been drinking-” You scrambled to excuse yourself but was interrupted by the rasp of his voice.

“Sure.” He tossed the cigarette down and stepped on it. You blinked in surprise, before replacing it with an embarrassed smile. Before you knew it, you were at some cheap hotel, nothing too fancy, nothing too gross.

There was a bathroom beside the entrance, and his bedding was white. There was a single bag in the corner of the room and not much else. Just a normal hotel room. It smelled of cigarette and cologne. The truth was, Dabi was hiding out here for a while due to some trouble he found himself in after joining The League in a mission. Though he wouldn’t tell you that, not when he just got you where he wanted you.

You smiled softly, looking at your watch. “I would’ve offered to go to my place, but my roommate locks the door around 12, and it’s way past that.” You’d laugh and he smiled back briefly. You walked around the room, heels clicking against the wood floor as you analyzed the room.

“So, are you going to murder me?” You joked, stepping towards him. “Nah, don’t think so.” He chuckles lightly, stepping towards you. “Just making sure.”

You both stand in front of each other, and you look at him through your lashes.

You weren’t sure if it was the liquor, but you felt very bold. Who the hell was this guy, and why did you feel so drawn towards him? You just met him.

While in your thoughts, Dabi closed the space between you two, connecting his lips with yours.

You gasped, which was quickly swallowed by him, as his tongue invaded your mouth. Your eyes fluttered shut and you hooked your arms around his neck as the two of you made out. He pulled you with him as he sat on the edge of his bed and you sat on your knees in the floor. Your hands trailed from his knees to his belt, struggling to unbuckle it. Dabi helped you, unzipping his jeans and freeing his heavy, weeping member that curved upwards. It was oddly gorgeous; some would say there was no way it was real. (In a good way of course.)

You licked your lips before mentally preparing yourself, taking his cock in your hand and pressing kisses from the base to the tip. Dabi sucked in air through his teeth, watching you with amusement. You stuck your tongue out, licking the tip before letting saliva drip onto his cock to lubricate it. He became impatient, guiding your head to his cock and you complied, opening your mouth and slowly taking half of his cock in your mouth. You were almost sure you couldn’t fit this whole thing in your mouth. His head fell back, longing for more. You closed your eyes, taking what you couldn’t reach into your hand and pumping it as you swirled your tongue around his cock. Dabi grunted, barely audible over his raspy breathing. Before you could continue, he gripped your hair, thrusting into your mouth. You let out a muffled yelp as he held you there, grinned down at you. You furrowed your brows at him, slightly ticked he didn’t give you any warning.

Dabi’s gaze bore into yours, his eyes heavy lidded as he thrusted deeper into your mouth. His movements became rougher, more erratic, as the pleasure built up inside him ready to erupt like a volcano. He couldn’t tear his gaze away from you — the sight of your plump glossy lips stretched around his cock, your eyes glistening as they watered, but never leaving his, drove him wild. The soft sound of you gagging only served to heighten his arousal as he snapped his hips forward repeatedly into your mouth. “Look at you, takin’ it so well.” He huffed out, punctuating his sentence with another thrust, burying his cock in your throat before continuing his abuse. “So… fuckin’ perfect.”

He focused on the feeling of your warm throat constricting around him each time he hit back. The taste of your lipgloss still lingering on his tongue and lips, a sweetness he would eventually find himself addicted to. Dabi let out a ragged breath, his cock pulsing as he felt himself nearing the edge of his climax, his heart beating like a drum. He wondered if you felt it too — the intensity of his need, the depth of his obsession. You watched his face with dazed eyes, cheeks red and lips sore, long lashes kissing your cheeks each time you slowly blinked. Feeling yourself slowly succumb to complete submission for him. Just for him. He pulled out, letting you catch a break, holding his cock to your cheek. You hummed, sticking your tongue out as he slapped it against it gently. “Such a fucking whore, huh?” He asked, not waiting for an answer, guiding your head back to his cock.

You comply, wrapping your lips around once more, his fingers entangling into your hair, wasting no time taking the lead and forcing you to take every inch. He grinned sadistically, enjoying the way your nails dug into his knees, clinging on for dear life. Tears fell down your cheek as his cock nestled itself deeper before finally shooting sticky, warm strings of his cum into your mouth.

He held you there, “Swallow.”, he commanded as he threw his head back, the tip hitting the back of your throat. He finally let go, as you coughed, saliva and fluids stringing from your lips to his cock. He gently took your chin, tilting your head to look up at him. You opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out. “Good girl.” He praised you, before pulling you up to him, connecting your lips once more. The sight of your dazed state drove him crazy, strands of your hair disturbed, your mascara and eyeliner streaming down your cheeks, your lipgloss smeared.

“Did I hurt you?” He asked, thumb gently rubbing your cheek. “I liked it.” You spoke softly, jolting as you felt his member poking at your inner thigh, as if it was reminding you it was still there.

The corner of his lips twitched slightly into a pearly grin, “Good,” The grip he had on your sides tightened.

He was pleased — no, thrilled — to hear your words. It was a heading feeling knowing he had such an effect on you. He could feel the heat radiating off your body, the faint scent of Victoria’s Secret perfume lingering around you, a scent that seemed to follow you everywhere. It drove him wild. “Because I plan on doing it to you, again, and again, and again, until you can’t take it anymore.” His lips brushed against your neck, before pulling off your cropped band tee that hung off your shoulders, revealing the black bra that encased your breasts. Rough hands snaked up your sides, earning a shiver from you. His grin turned into a full-blown smirk. He loved teasing you, loved seeing your reactions — it was like playing a finely tuned instrument.

His fingers continued to explore, drawing lazy circles along your skin, before dipping lower to tease the hem of your mini skirt. He was trying to be patient, to savor every moment, but his need for you was becoming overwhelming. “Do you want more?”

He knew you did, could see it in the way your pupils dilated and the way your chest rose and fell rapidly. But he needed to hear you say it. Needed the validation that he wasn’t alone in this twisted dance you both were caught up in. His free hand came up to tangle in your hair, pulling your head back slightly to expose your neck — another spot he longed to taste and claim.

“Tell me.” He urged as he tugged your hair. “I do.” You let out a choked gasp, glossy eyes never leaving his. Dabi wanted to grin, but instead, he kept his expression carefully controlled - a mask of calm indifference. Inside, however, he was a maelstrom of emotions: desire, need, and possession. You moaned softly as he pressed his lips against the pulse point of your neck, gently nipping at the skin and sucking harshly. Your eyes fluttered shut, leaning into his touch, feeling butterflies cause a riot in your stomach. Dabi pulled back, eyes meeting with yours. There was a hunger there, a desperation that he couldn't hide — not from you. He knew you saw it, knew you felt it too. He hands trailed up your sides and pulled off your bra, consuming your gasp as his lips met yours. His hand gently took your breast, nipping and sucking on your bottom lip. You whined in his mouth as he pinched and pulled on your nipple gently, grinding your hips against his member. He groans in response, annoyed by the cloth barrier separating you two. Dabi slipped his leather jacket off, then his black t-shirt, revealing his pale skin illuminated by the moonlight, revealing more of his toned body and patched skin.

At the sound of your moans, Dabi’s eyes closed in bliss, his own arousal growing with each passing second. He slowly pumped himself as he pleasured you, not faltering once in keeping up. He loved hearing you like this, losing control under your touch. He continued his assault on your sensitive flesh. You clenched around nothing, feeling your lower regions pulse as you grew closer to cumming, threatening to release any moment now. He watched your face carefully, blue gaze predatory, enjoying the way your cheeks flushed, and your lips parted in ecstasy.

“Fuck, I’m gonna fucking cum! I’m gonna cum...” You gasped, arching your back and bucking your hips against his tongue. And with that, he pushed you over the edge, your eyes rolling to the back of your skull. “Fuck! Ngh~!” You entangled your fingers into his hair, riding out your high. As you came down from your climax, he pulls away, licking his lips clean with a satisfied grin. Without a word or a struggle, he flipped you over so that your head was buried into the sheets, one hand holding you by the back of your neck, the other pushing down on the center of your spine so your back arched. You let out a yelp in surprise, the hand on your spine moving to your ass and groping the soft flesh. His dick rubbed between your inner thighs, yearning for more. Dabi slapped and groped your ass roughly, leaving an imprint. You yelped once more, feeling yourself clench around nothing. He pulled your soaked thong to the side once again, swallowing thickly, thinking of it engulfing his cock whole. He gently stroked your folds, once, twice, before plunging two digits into your cunt. You gasped out, his hand still firm against the back of your neck as his long fingers sunk in and out of your pussy, teasing you mercilessly as he listened to your moans and gasps. Beautiful sounds that replayed in his mind like a symphony he wanted to hear over and over again. “Dabi…” You softly pleaded, fingers gripping his bedsheets, stained with your makeup. He curled his fingers, pumping them at an even pace.

“You’re so wet.” He huffed out with a grin; he added another digit curling his three fingers upwards. You clenched your teeth at the stretch, your pussy dripping with your own fluids.

“Dabi please…” You whine out as his fingers stroked at that one spot. You let out a moan, your grip on his sheets tightening. “Please what?” He inquired, stroking the spot again.

“I want you–” You whined, “Inside of me. Please.” He bit back a groan as he imagined filling you up, his cock twitching at your words. Hearing you beg sent a wave of heat through Dabi’s body.

He removed his fingers with a wet pop, using his coated fingers to pump his cock. Dabi placed one hand on your hip, the other on your ass as he rubbed his cock between your folds, brushing against your clit. You bit your lip, “Please?”

Dabi’s tip bullied its way inside of you, sinking in inch by agonizing inch, watching your face as you winced in pain, biting back a yelp. He wasted no time, pushing further until he was seated fully inside of you. His desire for you bordering on painful, his heart pounding in his chest. As for you, you squeezed your eyes shut, trying not to focus on the searing pain in your lower regions. He was so deep. And the more you thought about it; you felt your stomach flip with anticipation.

As much as he wanted to start railing you, he tried to be patient. Whispering sweet nothings into your ear as he peppered intoxicating kisses on your flushed, sweaty skin.

Dabi began to rock his hips, biting back his own groans as he held you in place.

He reached his hand up to cup your cheek as you whined in pain.

He hushed you softly, hooking his thumb in your mouth.

“So good… so so good..” He exhaled shakily, picking up his pace.

Your whines turned into gasps and choked moans as he snapped his hips back and forth, the noises echoing through the room causing your cheeks to redden.

He kept his thumb in place, keeping your mouth open before spitting. You swallowed and gasped as his hand moved to wrap around your throat.

He was pushing you into the mattress, veins in his arm prominent as he tightened his grip.

“Gonna cum inside of you, yeah?” He groaned, picking up his pace.

With each thrust, your walls stretched and his tip brushed that spot that drove you crazy. “Gonna fill you up with my cum, you’d like that wouldn’t you?”

His deep groans turned into choked moans as he drilled himself impossibly deeper. His grip on your throat released as you came, your walls constricting him even more, moans spilling out of your mouth. His eyes widened as you clenched around him, “Fucking tease...” He moaned, flipping you so you were on your stomach. He pushed your head into the mattress, placing one foot on the mattress as he pounded into you.

He chuckled darkly, leaning so he was flush against your back. “Gonna baby-trap you…” He purred evilly, pulling your hair back.

You were so fucked out of your mind, overwhelmed and overstimulated, your pussy clenching around his cock.

“G-gonna… cum…” You whined out, tummy fluttering with each nasty threat he blabbered out.

“Do it baby, cum all over this dick.” He groaned, sitting up straight.

His thrusts were sloppier and slower, but still rough. Dabi groped your ass and spread it to watch himself disappear and reappear in your soaked pussy, watching your thighs tremble as you came again. A long string of moans escaped your lips, tears bubbling in the corners of your eyes. He bit his lip and slapped your ass, watching the fat jiggle before tilting his head back. His breath hitched, “F-fuck… Gonna fill this pretty pussy…” He moaned out before picking up his pace.

“Please…” You asked, and how could he deny you? Especially when you asked oh so nicely…

Dabi bit into his lip before shooting strings of seed into your pussy. He let out a deep guttural groan, placing a hand on your back as he caught his breath. He grunted as he pulled out and watched the milky white seed spill from your raw and sensitive lips, using a thumb to spread your pussy open. Dabi bit back a moan, before lying beside you, admiring you in your afterglow.

You rolled to your side and grinned at him as he pulled you to him, pressing kisses to your lips. This certainly wouldn’t be the last time. He wouldn’t ever let you go now.

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failuredecore

1 year ago

SCHOOL SUCKKSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!