𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐮𝐧 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲

-- 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳, 𝘥𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘦

𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐞'𝐥𝐥 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐞'𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞

-- 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳, 𝘥𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘦

Can you tell me how's the moon tonight? I really want to know but don't wanna get out of bed

𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞

-- 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳, 𝘥𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘦

Tokoyami and Hawks are both birds which inherantly makes them both autistic and I think that's neat.

𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞,

𝐢𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲

-- 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳, 𝘥𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘦

𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦

//

𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞,

𝐢𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲

//

𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐞,

𝐈'𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞

//

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬,

𝐧𝐨 𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬, 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬

-- 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳, 𝘥𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘦

One Dance

(Dabi x Stripper! F Reader)

Reupload <3

Warnings: Dub-con, grinding, lap dance, f reader, dabi being his usual self

You thought that you’d seen it all. Seeing pro heroes and sleazy men alike coming in for some entertainment in your little hole in the wall club. What you weren’t expecting was for a small group of villains to come in. You were used to seeing some low rated criminals, but these were the high ranking ones, the ones that your boss always warned you about: never piss them off. 

Shivers ran down your spine that you tried to ignore as you dipped on the pole, smiling to yourself as you heard cheers and watched as money was thrown in your direction. 

You avoided eye contact with them. The older “gentleman” with grey hair and a toothpick dangling out of his mouth, dressed to the nines in an expensive suite. Though intimidating, he wasn’t the one that you were worried about. It was the guy beside him that made you worried. 

Messy black hair, charred deep purple scars and pale skin and face stapled. Even with the monstrous appearance you could admit to yourself he was the most attractive villain you'd seen come in here before. You’ve never seen anything like it before. He reminded you of those typical bad boys you used to watch on tv with his all black attire and the way he slumped back on the seat like he didn’t have a care in the world.

Your stomach dropped as you kept an eye on him, seeing him point at you before turning to his acquaintance.

“I want her.” Dabi nudged Giran and pointed up at the spot you were dancing.

Giran let out a laugh, downing a shot of tequila before slapping his back. “I knew that you’d come around.” 

For a minute, he himself didn’t understand why he let Giran of all people drag him to a strip club. But, hey, he threw a wad of money at him telling him he deserved to let lose and have some fun after finding the rat that worked for him and killing him for trying to turn him into the police.

Dabi was torn, not sure if he enjoyed the loud music, feeling the base in his chest, the colorful lights, and the way the dancers either looked terrified of him or simply didn't care. It was his type of place, he couldn't lie. An under the rug type place, one that had a type of luxury behind it with drugs and alcohol.

Then he saw you, and a smile made it's way to his face as he watched your hips sway to the seductive song blasting through the speakers.

Now you, he could tell you were less than thrilled, yet you continued on dancing like he wasn't there, in the front row, pretending like you couldn't feel his blue eyes drilling into you. He viewed it as a challenge, and there was nothing he loved more than a good challenge.

And fuck if you weren't beautiful, an added bonus. Those heels making you seem taller than you actually were as you spun around the pole, and he leaned in as he watched your smooth long legs wrap around it. Wearing a black lacy bra and matching thong, leaving little to the imagination yet hiding everything that counts.

He could feel himself hardening, envisioning those red lips wrapped around his cock, sucking him like your life depends on it.

Giran smirked, momentarily interrupting his thoughts. "Let her boss know you want some one on one time.” 

Dabi didn’t waste anytime when he pinpointed where your boss was, throwing the wad of cash Giran gave him at him and told him what he wanted. He quickly led him to an empty room, telling him to wait in there as you finished your shift.

You stepped in a few minutes later, stilettoes clicking on the tiles with each step you made. You hid the sour look you just had on your face when you learned your boss had sold you out for a few hundred dollars. But at least, he had a sympathetic look on his face as you walked over to the private room, and he reassured you he’d share the money with you. You wouldn’t lie, money was your motivation, so it did make you feel a little better going in there. 

The villain could since your hesitance, making him crack a grin, patting his thigh. “Don’t be shy, come sit on Daddy’s lap.”  

You slowly walked towards him, amused as you sensed his anticipation. You grabbed the remote resting on the table and clicked a button so music started playing in the background. Gaining confidence, your hips swayed as you memorized the beat of the song.

You sat on his lap, firstly starting off slow, but Dabi didn’t have the patience for that, rough hands grabbing at your bare hips and guiding your position. He tsked. “You can do better than that, I know you can. Now be a good girl and ride me like you mean it.” 

Challenge accepted, you thought to yourself. Dabi swore he could loose control then and there when your pretty (e/c) eyes connected with his own. You didn’t break eye contact as you picked up pace the way he wanted, playfully pressing your hips against his so your chests were connected for a brief moment before pulling away. 

“Fuck,” he groaned out. You smiled at his raspy voice. “You’re much prettier up close - I knew you would be.” 

You smiled. “Usually this is usually the part where you call me a slut for giving you a lap dance, not compliment me.” 

He laughed softly. “I kill people for a living. Can't exactly judge so much.” 

You focused every movement on his thighs, being careful not to grind against the outline of his hard on pressing against his pants. He fought against the urge to run his hands down your body, wanting to feel your breasts plush in the palm of your hands. 

“Are you gonna kill me?” He could hear the fear laced in your soft voice, and it made him pull you closer to him. 

He chuckled. "Only if you try to stop when I'm not finished."

You wrapped your arms around his neck, arching your back as you ignored your body's natural reaction to go stiff at his comment.

“Calm down, sweetheart. I wouldn’t dream of harming such a sweet face,” he teased, only partially being serious. 

“What are you, my boyfriend?” You joked, grinding against his thigh, enjoying it a whole lot more than you wanted.

None of the guys ever turned you on. Sure, you got the gratification of them thinking you were beautiful, to the point they were willing to blow all their money on you. But you would never be caught dead having sex with them.

Dabi was making you want to break that rule of yours.

He chuckled. “(Y/n)... If I were your boyfriend, I’d let you continue stripping.” You gasped as he placed his hand on your ass, guiding your movements. “Because I can tell how by easy it is to make you wet that you don’t do this often. But I’d still kill every last fucker that tries to do this with you."

You let out a small moan, feeling your panties dampen at his words. You were glad that his pants were black, or else there would be a little wet spot where you were sitting on his lap. 

Now he was no saint but Dabi sure felt like one since he didn’t rip off those underwear of yours and fuck you until you forgot where you were. But there would be time for that in the near future, when he didn’t have to stop like he would if he took you here.

You'd have to change your lingerie after this, you didn't want to give those hound dogs out there the wrong impression. You felt like him, on the verge of exploding as the song ended. You were almost disappointed it was over so soon.  

Your cheeks flushed as he turned around and flipped you over so you were the one sitting on the chair, letting his bi colored lips linger on your cheek a little longer they were supposed to before pulling away. 

"Until next time, sweetheart. Tell that boss of yours that you won't be giving lap dances to no one else, unless it's me."

Closing your eyes, you deepened your breathes, trying to calm yourself down while gripping onto the ends of the chair. When he left the room, you slowly opened your eyes, letting a smile spread to your face.

Until next time, you thought of his words, standing up when you knew it was safe. What a change of heart, you were really looking forward to seeing him again.

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𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐞'𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬

-- 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳, 𝘥𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘦

𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥,

-- 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘥𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘦 & 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦

04.08.21 🧸☕️

Today has been a pretty relaxing day. Slept in until 9am, made myself a bowl of blueberry oats, and started a new book called “When no one is watching” by Alyssa Cole. I had to go into work (online) for a few hours in the afternoon, but it wasn’t very busy so I was just doing my own thing, which was really nice. Also made a studygram, which I have no idea what to do with haha. If anyone is interested @tlsalwlstudies

I guess it’s a bit ironic that I decided to start a studyblr because I don’t have any studying to do these days. I have the whole month of August off until I start my first year of university in September. So meanwhile, I’ve been putting in more effort to focus on myself and get plenty of rest before - what I expect to be - absolute chaos enters my life.

i just wanna kiss the back of enji's neck while telling him that everything is gonna be alright😔

you want to talk through disguise

and I just want to gaze into your eyes

you want to tie tight and tie firm

while I want to let loose and let burn

because you want to drive through the light

and I want to embody its life

you want to lay there and speak

but I just want to love you and bleed

- Sana Zia

grunge jirou