#also bc he can get close to dabi

[catkettle]

haircut from the enemy

[touyasdoll]

Scream 2

this is a follow up to a fic I wrote last year for kinktober, but it’s not necessary to read that one before this one. it can stand alone <3

pairing: ghostface!Dabi x f!reader x ghostface!Hawks

warnings: DARK CONTENT, please be advised. CNC, dubcon, fear play, knife play, home invasion, threesome, double penetration in one hole, eiffel tower for lack of a better term, oral (m!receiving), oral (f!receiving), backshots, also Touya is 6'4 idc what the canon says, au where Hawks actually double crosses the HPSC bc a girl can dream, rough sex, not exactly hair pulling but hair grabbing, face sitting, thigh riding, size kink, dirty talk, biting, marking, overstimulation, mild degradation, praise, impact play (barely), nipple play, breeding, let me know if I missed any please <3

word count: 5.3k

notes: Happy Halloween! 👻🔪🖤

“You’re absolutely sure about this?” Keigo asks as he narrows his golden irises at the white haired man before him on the rooftop. 

The sky is dark, especially in this part of the city. The few lights from the rundown buildings and buzzing street lamps provide the only meaningful illumination, as the moon is hidden behind a thick blanket of dark, heavy clouds that promise a storm is coming. 

“I’m sure. Don’t sweat it, feathers. Just stick to the plan and everything’ll be fine. Scout’s honor,” Touya replies, flashing a sardonic smile. 

“Your honor isn’t exactly worth much,” the hero scoffs. “But I guess I’ll have to take you at your word.”

Keigo’s dressed in his civilian clothes; an all black ensemble consisting of jeans, boots, and a well-fitting hoodie. He’d clearly heeded Touya’s instruction to dress for stealth, while the villain is still dressed in his stitched ensemble. 

“That’s a good little bird,” Touya says as he heads for the stairs. “Good luck. You might need it, hero.”

“Thanks,” he mutters, heaving an anxious sigh before he takes off into the cool night air.

You’re just getting ready to turn in for the night. It had been a successful Halloween. You and Touya were able to watch a few spooky movies and take turns passing out candy before he had to leave for whatever PLF business he’s up to tonight. 

He actually seemed to enjoy himself whenever it was his turn to answer the door. Maybe it was because he got a kick out of seeing the kids’ reactions to his Ghostface mask, but you have a feeling it was more about seeing your reaction to the mask. 

He hasn’t pulled it out since last Halloween, much to your disappointment. He just looks so good in it. You could even do without the theatrics. Just being able to ride him or get railed while he has that damn mask on would be enough.

You were hoping that he’d give you an encore tonight. He did use the code the two of you had established. You vividly remember him slowly lifting off the mask after closing the door on another round of trick-or-treaters and sauntering over to the couch with a mischievous grin on his face. 

“Hey, doll. What’s your favorite scary movie?” He’d asked, the question so full of promise, just as it had been last year. 

But it was well past midnight now. He’d said that he might be back late tonight, which is usually how it goes when he’s working. Maybe you two could have your fun on another night, you suppose as you retreat to your bedroom. 

You change into one of Touya’s t-shirts before you slip beneath the covers and just before you rest your head, your phone rings. Seeing that it’s your boyfriend, you pick it right up. 

“Hey, baby,” you greet him, sitting up against the headboard. 

Unfortunately, you don’t hear a word that he says. What you do hear is much more terrifying. A loud, sudden thud reverberates throughout the house and you swear it must be coming from your kitchen, but you were just in there hardly a minute ago. Surely, you’d notice someone creeping around your house, right?

Then again, you hadn’t noticed last year. Maybe he was keeping up the tradition after all. Trying to pull the wool over your eyes again to give you a scare. Well, not this year. You know better. 

“Sorry, baby. You were breaking up,” you say calmly as you slip out of bed and creep into the hall. “What did you say?”

You’d play along with his little game, but you know that you have no reason to be truly afraid. He’s probably hiding behind a corner somewhere, watching you as you pad about the house in nothing but his t-shirt and your underwear. The thought actually turns you on quite a bit. 

“I said I’m about to head home. Sorry things took so long, but I should be back soon. M’not far,” Touya says as he jingles his keys in his hand. 

“Okay. I was just about to turn in to bed, but I’ll wait up for you,” you say as you head into the kitchen to turn the light on. 

There’s a large duffel bag in the center of the floor and you can’t help but wonder what might be inside. Seems like he’s really trying to up the ante this time. Your insides start twisting with a heady mixture of both excitement and desire, but then you see a figure who seems too short to be your boyfriend step into the other entrance to the kitchen and your heart stops. 

“You don’t gotta wait up if you’re tired, doll,” Touya says on the other end of the phone, confirming that it’s definitely not him staring you down in that familiar Ghostface costume. 

“Babe,” you whisper, your voice trembling in fear as you take a step back and the masked intruder takes one with you. “S-someone’s in the house.”

“What?” Touya asks and you can hear the fear in his voice as well, which sends your blood pressure through the roof. “Doll, just stay hidden. I will be there as soon as I can. I’m on my way, okay? Where are you?”

“O-okay,” you respond meekly, your voice cracking as you continue to walk backwards. 

The intruder keeps at your pace, tilting his head to one side as he studies you. Your eyes are drawn to something glinting in the light as he reveals a blade from behind his robe. 

“Doll, where are you? Do they know you’re there?” Touya asks frantically as he fires up the car and takes off. 

You only faintly hear his voice and the tires skidding in the background of the call as you freeze up. Everything slows down for just a moment and then the adrenaline kicks in. 

You bolt for the front door, only to find that it’s locked from the outside somehow. You try again in vain to jiggle the handle, praying that maybe it’s just stuck, but it’s definitely fucking locked and that causes you to panic all over again. 

“Doll? Doll, answer me,” Touya yells loud enough for you to hear it even though you’ve since dropped your phone to your side. 

You don’t hear the stranger coming up behind you, but when you look over your shoulder, he’s right there. Close enough to kill you if he wanted. 

You scream in fright and drop the phone in your haste to bolt for the back door, but he jumps in your way. He’s on the smaller side, but he seems especially nimble. You aren’t sure you stand much of a chance getting away from him, but you have to try. 

You just have to last until Touya gets home. That’s what you keep telling yourself. A mantra that you repeat over and over in your mind as you scramble down the hall and into the first open door. 

The slam of the door knocks some sense back into you. You keep your hands pressed against it and take a look around the guest bedroom, eyeing the dresser nearby. It’s mostly empty and it’s not very big, but it’s better than nothing. 

A loud bang that sounds like a heavy fist thudding against the wood startles you and you let out a scream before you lurch towards the dresser to start sliding it across the floor. 

“Doll? Doll, where are you?” You hear Touya’s voice call out from down the hall. 

Your breath hitches in your throat. Do you come out? Touya’s more than capable, but you don’t know what this intruder is capable of. What’s his quirk? What if it’s deadly?

Your heart thumps wildly in your chest as you listen for sounds of a struggle, but your fear of something happening to your boyfriend wins out over your fear of something happening to you. 

“Babe?” You call as you burst out of the door, frantically scanning the dimly lit house as you creep down the hall once more. 

The kitchen lights have been turned off and it’s quiet. It’s silent. Eerily so. Just when you feel like you might have made a mistake, the stranger turns the corner from the kitchen and holds a voice changer up to his mouth. 

“Yes, doll?” He says, tilting his head in a mocking fashion as he slowly stalks closer to you. 

Your eyes go wide as you realize that you’d definitely fucked up and you attempt to retreat back to the relative safety of the guest room, but you hear footsteps right behind you. He’s moving too fast. He covers twice the distance that you’re able to and throws himself across the doorway before lifting the device to his concealed mouth again. 

“Fooled ya,” he says in the familiar, raspy distorted voice of Ghostface. 

Tears well in your eyes as you turn tail and run straight for the backdoor. You aren’t thinking, just moving. Hurtling towards freedom, which you are hoping against hope you are able to find, but all hope is lost when you suddenly collide with another figure in the kitchen. 

You slam into their firm chest and tilt your head back to look up at the imposing new intruder, who is also dressed as the masked fictional killer.

“Fuck,” you mutter, gaping up at the taller of the two in horror as you turn on your heel, only to find the other one right behind you. 

Both of them begin closing in, sauntering towards you silently. All that you can hear is the pounding of your heart echoing in your ears as you back yourself up to the island. The shorter stranger looks between you and his companion in crime, who nods in response as your heart sinks into your stomach. 

“Please. Please don’t hurt me,” you whimper, shrinking against the cool marble countertop. 

The shorter of the two lifts the voice changer to his lips and uses his other hand to brandish the knife once more, using the blade to lift the hem of your shirt and press the flat of the cold steel blade to your stomach.

“We’re not gonna hurt you, gorgeous. We just wanna play,” he says as he leans in closer. 

“I thought you liked playin’ like this, doll?” The taller one asks as he tilts his head to one side. 

You whip your head towards him, because you could swear that’s your boyfriend’s voice, but you’ve already been tricked once tonight. He flashes his palms, revealing no voice changer in his hand. No knife either. He snaps his fingers together and a brilliant blue flame burns away the glove concealing his hand to reveal familiar scars and staples. 

“T-Touya?” You ask shakily, blinking in surprise. “Then who the fuck is..?”

Your heart rate finally starts to slow as you trail off and shake your head, looking at the other Ghostface in confusion. You reach out to rip the mask off and are stunned to find Keigo’s wilder than usual blonde hair and disarming golden gaze beneath the disguise. 

“Happy Halloween, doll,” Touya purrs as you stare at Keigo’s handsome smirk. 

“I-I don’t understand,” you say quietly, not wanting to assume that what you sincerely hope might happen is actually about to happen. 

“Sure ya do,” Touya continues, his large hands finding your hips to draw you closer and bring your back flush against his chest, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as Keigo sets the knife down on the counter without taking his hungry eyes off of you. “You remember us having this conversation, don’t you?”

Your brow furrows and you look away from the hero as you try to remember just what in the fuck Touya is on about when you recall him prompting you with an unusual question a few months ago.

You were sitting on the couch, curled up watching a movie. Sleep was beginning to tug at you, trying to beckon you to bed, but you were stubborn and insisted on staying up to see the end of the film, even though Touya was making it that much more difficult by rubbing his unnaturally warm hands along your back. 

“Say, if we were ever to have a threesome with one of our friends, who would you want it to be with?” He’d asked you seemingly out of the blue, but unknown to you, he’d been ruminating on how to top his Halloween escapade for some time already. 

“Hmm?” You ask as you tilt your head back to look at him and shrug. “I don’t know. You don’t exactly have a whole lot of friends. No offense.”

“None taken. I’d consider that a compliment,” he says, shrugging. “But seriously. Well, hypothetically, I guess. If ya had to pick one, who would it be? There’s plenty of hot people in the PLF.”

You hum curiously, taking a moment to think it over as you tuck your face back into his chest and nuzzle into him. 

“Keigo. He’s hot and I’d trust him,” you reply bluntly, a yawn escaping you a moment later. 

“Good choice. You’re right on both counts,” he murmurs, a plan already coming together in his mind. “That could be fun.”

“I didn’t think.. I mean–I–,” you balk, looking between them in disbelief. 

“I wasn’t bein’ hypothetical, gorgeous,” Touya says as he spins you around to catch your chin between his thumb and forefinger, gently tilting your head back so that his blue eyes can bore into you while Keigo switches on the kitchen light. “So whaddya say?”

“We’re gonna need a clear answer before the real fun can begin,” Keigo says sensually as he steps close enough that you can feel his body heat behind you. 

“Yes,” you eek out, nodding your head as you try to wrap your brain around this unexpected turn of events. 

The bastard had gotten one over on you again after all, but it’s not like you can even stay mad about it, considering what’s in store for you.

“I hope you’re hydrated, doll,” Touya chuckles, fisting a hand into your hair to carefully tug your hair back and kiss you like his life depends on it. 

He sighs through his nose, groaning against your lips as his hand drops to your ass. He gives it a firm squeeze as he shifts his hips against yours, letting you feel how hard he is already. 

Keigo steps closer to press his toned chest against your back and tilts his head to start kissing along your neck as he grabs your waist and grinds against you from behind, revealing that he’s also sporting a raging hard on. 

You moan, working your tongue and your mouth against Touya as your hands explore his chest, searching for an opening in the black robe he’s wearing. 

“You wanna just cut to the chase already, doll?” The villain smirks, lighting his palm for just a second to reduce your scant clothing to ash. “I think we’ve been through enough foreplay and I’ve been waiting too damn long for this.”

He does the same to his clothing, pressing a hand to his chest and the other to Keigo’s. You feel another brief flash of tolerable heat before you’re hyper aware of the feeling of both of their bare bodies writhing against your own. 

“Oh fuck,” you sigh, tilting your head to one side as Keigo begins nipping at your sensitive pulse point, laving his tongue over it to soothe the subtle ache. 

You reach a hand back to work it into his hair and tug gently as you arch your back, grinding your ass against his stiff cock, which coaxes a gorgeous moan from him. You slip a hand between you and Touya as he captures your mouth again. Your fingers wrap around his length to guide the bead of precum along his shaft, drawing out a beautiful noise from him as well. 

Both of them suddenly pull away and you’re afraid that you’ve done something wrong until Keigo steps in front of you to grab your hips and effortlessly lift you up onto the kitchen island. 

“I’ve been thinkin’ about this for a long, long time,” he says, smirking as he leans in to kiss you and parts your legs. 

Touya stands back, stroking himself as he watches Keigo crouch down between your thighs. The blonde keeps his eyes on yours as he trails kisses and love bites along your inner thighs, slowly and steadily working his way up to your glistening pussy. 

“Fucking beautiful,” he murmurs as he sets his sights between your legs as dives in, his tongue parting your folds before it spears inde of you. 

He certainly knows what he’s doing and it immediately drives you crazy. You keep yourself supported and sitting upright with one hand, so that you can watch him feast on your pussy while you keep a hand in his hair. He alternates between bathing you with his tongue and sucking on your clit with just the right amount of pressure, drawing moans and whimpers from you with ease. 

You look up to seek validation from Touya, almost feeling guilty for enjoying yourself so much, but he seems to be just as into it as you are. He nods, grinning wickedly as he comes closer. 

“You enjoyin’ yourself, doll?” He asks as he stops stroking himself to instead reach beneath Hawks’ chin and slip two fingers inside of you. 

“Y-yes!” You gasp, your eyes crossing as your head tips back. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum, baby.”

“I know, gorgeous,” he purrs and you can hear the smug smirk on his face. “Go ahead and cum all over my friend’s face. He’s dying to taste it.”

His words send you over the edge and you cry out, sending your release gushing into Keigo’s mouth as your hips gyrate on top of the counter. The hero wraps his arms around your thighs to keep you still as he continues ravaging you with his tongue. He noisily cleans up your arousal, sending you into overdrive as you whine and beg for him to show you mercy when it just gets to be too much. 

He eventually lets you catch your breath, but when he stands up to wipe his chin, the look on Touya’s face tells you that you in for much worse if you thought that was too much. 

“S’my turn to taste that sweet pussy, gorgeous. C’mere,” he says, nodding towards the hall as he scoops you up off the counter. At least he doesnt expect you to walk after that. 

He carries you into the bedroom and switches the light on before he lays you down on the bed and lumbers over you. 

“First things first, clean up the mess you made,” Touya practically coos as he offers his slick fingers to you. 

You hold his gaze as you slowly take the digits into your mouth, swirling your tongue around them and moaning quietly when you taste yourself on his skin. 

“Good girl,” Hawks praises you as he crawls onto the bed and Touya repositions, laying flat on his back. 

“You know my favorite number, doll,” he says as he delivers a swift smack to your behind, just enough to make you jump a little. “Assume the position.”

You look between him and Keigo curiously and do as you're told, straddling Touya’s face to wrap your hand around his cock and begin stroking, but before you can take a seat, he tuts his tongue. 

“I want your mouth on him, baby,” Touya says before he hooks his arms around you and forces you to sit. 

His mouth starts working wonders between your legs and you think you might just cum in record time after what Hawks had done to you, but then you remember that your mouth is needed elsewhere than just filling up the sticky air with filthy noises. 

You shift forward as Keigo comes closer, his swollen cock bobbing in front of your face. You lift your eyes to his and take great pleasure in watching the watch his head dips back and his Adam’s apple bobs when you take him into your mouth. 

“Fuck,” he groans, struggling to keep still as he lets you slowly bob along his length until you’re comfortably taking him in and out of his mouth while working your hand along his shaft. 

You keep your other hand wrapped around Touya’s cock, focusing on trying to please both of them while feeling like your brain is going to break thanks to what Touya’s doing beneath you. The moans that you drive from him send vibrations straight into your pussy that only drive you closer to the edge. 

You hold on for as long as you can, but it soon becomes to much again and you pull your mouth and hands away from both of them to sit up and support yourself with your hands on Touya’s thighs, gripping them tight. 

“C-can’t,” you practically sob, squeezing your eyes tight as you hang your head. “Holy shit.”

“Yes, you can,” Keigo coos as he reaches out to cup your breasts, massaging them with care before he starts tweaking your nipples, which sends you cascading into oblivion for the second time tonight. 

You nearly collapse, slumping forward as you’re overcome with pleasure, but Keigo catches you, loosely holding you in his arms as he rubs his hand along your back, which only heightens the sensations you’re feeling. 

You whimper in his ear and he presses a kiss to the side of your head as he and Touya gently ease you off of the latter, so that Touya can sit up. 

“You’re doin’ so well, beautiful,” Hawks croons, peppering kisses along your jaw until he finds your lips. 

“Mm,” is the only response you can muster at the moment as you slowly come down from your high. 

“So well,” Touya praises, moving behind you to rest his hands on your hips as he kisses along your shoulder. “Such a good girl. Can you keep bein’ a good girl for us, gorgeous? If we give you what you really want? Hmm?”

“Yes,” you say breathlessly, nodding your head as your eyes fall closed. “I’ll keep bein’ good. I’ll be so good.”

“That’s our girl,” he murmurs, nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck before he places a chaste kiss to it. 

Keigo moves aside and then Touya presses a hand to your back, keeping the other firmly planted on your hip as he forces you onto all fours. He groans as he grinds himself against you, his cock gliding through your folds, nearly penetrating where you need him the most. 

“Please,” you whine softly, shaking your ass as you drop your hips back against him. 

“Since you asked so nice,” he purrs, smirking as he slips inside of you, letting you feel him enter you inch by glorious inch, his piercings sliding against your walls and making your eyes roll back. 

Keigo starts stroking himself as he watches Touya set a steady rhythm, fucking you just hard enough to make you gasp now and then as you fist your hands into the sheets and meet him thrust for thrust. The sound of your bodies colliding fills the room, mixing with the euphoric noises pouting from each and every one of you.

“Just gotta stretch you out a bit, gorgeous,” Touya pants, draping himself over you as he slows his pace. He reaches a hand around ti gently guide your face towards Keigo, who’s abs are drawn taut as he continues stroking himself, his eyes now fixed on your face. “You think you can take both of us? He’s not exactly small either, but I believe in you, doll.”

Your eyes widen, but you find yourself nodding. You aren’t sure if you can do it, but you’d be damned if you didn’t at least try. 

“I want to,” you breathe out, nodding as you reach out towards Keigo to take over stroking his cock, tugging very gently to guide him closer as you smirk up at him. “We should get you nice and lubed up though, yeah?”

His eyebrows raise and he looks extremely pleased as he nods and cradles your head in the back of your hand as Touya straightens up. 

“So fucking good,” Touya marvels through grit teeth as he picks up the pace again. 

He lets you adjust to having Keigo in your mouth, but he starts pushing your further, driving into your hard enough to make you deep throat the hero, which makes both of them groan sinfully as they watch you swallow their cocks at either end. 

“Fuck,” Keigo sighs as he suddenly backs away. “Anymore of that and I’m gonna be done way too soon.”

“Let’s see if you’re ready then, doll,” Touya says, smirking as he pulls out and kneads the fat of your ass before giving it a light smack. “Lay down, Kei. You should her pussy for yourself first.”

Hawks lays on his back and Touya cups your cheek to guide your face towards his one, giving you a passionate kiss before he lets you go and nods towards the blonde. 

“Give him the ride of his life,” he says as he wraps his hand around his own cock. 

You climb on top of Keigo, leaning in to give him a kiss and slip your tongue into his mouth, teasingly tracing it around the entrance of his mouth as you wrap your hand around his length. You suddenly sink down and he lets out a choked groan as he seizes your hips. 

You rest your hands on his chest, smirking with satisfaction as you start riding him, moving your hips slowly at first as your walls clench around him, hugging his cock tight. 

“You feel so good, Kei,” you say breathily. 

His eyes widen and for a moment, he feels like he might just cum and pass out right there. He lets you set the pace, watching you intently as you bounce up and down on his length. His hands glide over your body, exploring every inch of you that he can reach before they settle on your breasts. He massages them as gently as he had earlier before tweaking your nipples. 

He seems to get a better idea as he sits up and wraps his arms around you, grabbing your ass to start guiding your hips more forcefully while he takes your nipple into his mouth to suck. He expertly moves his tongue across the sensitive bud, flicking and swirling it around as he applies more pressure to your hips and encourages you to quicken your pace. 

“Just like that, doll,” Touya pants, struggling to stave of his own end as he senses yours coming. 

“Keigo,” you whimper, grasping onto his shoulders as you squeeze your eyes shut and throw your head back, your hips bucking as you come undone again. 

“Oh fuck,” he groans loudly, panting for breath as he continues fucking you through your end while fighting off his own. 

Touya pulls his hand away from his cock to take a few deep breaths, watching you contort with pleasure until you’re through the worst of it. He moves behind you and kisses along your shoulder again, sending delicious shivers down your spine. 

“You sure you wanna do this, doll?” He asks quietly, his tone sincere. 

“Yes. Yes, please,” you whisper, nodding weakly nodding your head. 

“You don’t have to do any of the work this time, baby,” Keigo says as he runs his hands along yours arms and lays flat on his back. “Just let us make you feel good.”

You nod again and Touya rests a hand on your back to gently guide your forward so that you’re laying on top of Keigo before he situates himself behind you. 

“I’ll go slow,” he assures you as he first works one finger inside of you. Then another. 

You and Keigo both moan quietly, your shallow breaths mingling with one another’s as he drags his fingertips along your back. Touya starts slowly thrusting his fingers and Keigo slowly shifts his hips, working you open further as you rest your head on the blonde’s chest and submit to it. Once he’s confident that you’re able to take both of them, Touya slowly guides the head of his cock inside of you. 

“Shit,” he groans, continuing to gently bully himself inside. “It’s so fucking tight. So fucking good. You feel that, Kei?”

“Fuck yeah I do,” Hawks sighs, holding perfectly still as his face twists with pleasure. “It’s so fucking good.”

You press your nails into Keigo’s biceps as you feel the two of them stretching you open and filling you up in a way that you never thought possible. They’re right. It is so. Fucking. Good. 

“Fuck me,” you beg quietly once Touya’s seated inside of you. “Please fuck me. Wanna feel both of you.”

“You’re gonna, baby,” Touya croons as he slowly draws his hips back and pushes inside of you again. 

The sensation is glorious. It’s mind numbing. It’s like the best drug you’ve ever felt and you know that you need more of it. 

He holds onto your hips and Keigo seizes your waist as they both begin to move in tandem, slowly at first, but working their way to a pace that has you at a loss for words. You couldn’t find any if you tried. None of you can apparently. 

The only noises to be heard are your bodies all grinding against each other. The lewd squelching of fluids between your forms as you trade sinful noises and panting breaths back and forth. Eventually, you do find one phrase, but just one. 

“Cum inside me, please. Please,” you whine, your voice pitching higher as you feel another orgasm building, this one threatening to tear you apart in the best way. “Cum i-inside.”

“We’re gonna breed you so fuckin’ good, doll,” Touya promises without missing a beat. “I promise.”

They seem to have mastered their movements. Together, the two of them drive you steadily towards your end whilst chasing their own. You snap first, of course, howling with pleasure as your writhe on top of them, your walls contracting impossibly tight around both of their cocks. 

Keigo cradles your head and kisses the top of it, whispering praises and Touya hunches forward to do the same, speaking them right into your ear as both of them keep driving themselves inside of you with unparalleled need. 

Keigo finishes next, his eyes snapping shut as he lets out a long, loud moan, his rhythm stuttering just as Touya finds his end. His head snaps up as he leans back and grips your hips with bruising force, delivering a few more good thrusts while letting out a primal groan before his thrusts become sloppy and begin to taper off as he lays himself across your back again. 

The three of you are left a sweaty, blissful mess on the bed. You’re so wonderfully full. So much so that you’re leaking all over both of them, but neither of them seem to care and neither do you. It’s as if the world has stopped for a minute and you’re all floating outside of time and space, suspended in this moment.

“So good for us,” Touya finally murmurs after who knows how long. He gently grabs your chin to guide your face towards his once more, a lazy smile on his lips as he captures yours in a decidedly sweet kiss. “Happy Halloween, doll.”

thank you for reading! I hope you have/had a safe & happy halloween!

[leahrintarou]

Hello can I get for Dabi x Fem!Reader when Reader wakes up in bed without him and she hears him in the kitchen making coffee or tea and she leans against the doorway and stares at him shirtless, because she loves his body so much especially his back and chest and abs, and she hugs him from behind. And touches his abs and stuff and he's obviously his smug self. And Reader just wants cuddles and he turns to hug her back. And it's so fluffy and sweet

✩₊˚.⋆ CHAMOMILE TEA - dabi/touya todoroki

CW: sweet sweet fluff, fem reader, fluff, he's his sarcastic and authentic self, fluff, and some more tooth-rotting fluff.

Word Count: 989

Author's Note: this was such a cute idea :') i enjoyed writing it and i hope you all enjoy reading it! tysm and make sure to send in a request if you have any in mind! also, i head cannon that bro drinks tea bc his vocal chords are fucked lol.

the cool temperature of the air surrounding her suddenly began to feel more dramatic as seconds passed by. with her eyes still closed, y/n felt around the bed, hoping to meet the familiar warmth of her boyfriend. unfortunately for her, that contact never came, leaving her cold—and now annoyed and worried.

her eyes shot open as she scanned the dim room. shadows and streaks of sunlight peeked through the blinds, casting just enough light to check the area, but still, she didn't see him. with a huff, she stood from the bed, the fabric of dabi's loose t-shirt hanging off her frame. she took slow, careful steps out of the room, the scent of chamomile tea drifting into her senses.

her nerves eased, but not because of the tea’s calming properties. it was the familiarity—the scent that dabi would brew every once in a while. eventually, she'd grown so accustomed to it that she'd ask for her own cup. now, dabi made two cups out of habit, whether or not y/n was around. he pretended to be annoyed, but deep down, y/n knew he didn’t really mind when she teased him about it.

y/n's shoulders relaxed as her gaze finally found the defined muscles of her boyfriend’s back. his ivory skin stood in contrast to the purplish hued scars that told the tale of flames clashing against the limits of his body.

those same molten-patterned scars traced along his abdomen, his neck, and down his arms. y/n couldn’t see all of them from where she stood, but each one was etched into her memory. she took quiet, careful steps forward, arms lifting to wrap around his middle. the instant her palms pressed against his toned abdomen, warmth flooded back into her body. dabi let out a low sigh as her fingers lightly traced over his skin.

"you're finally up," he muttered, voice still rough from sleep but soothed by the tea he took slow sips from.

"you left me to freeze to death," she muttered, resting her head against his back, her tone half-pouting.

dabi chuckled, the sound low and amused, as he took another sip. "oh, come on, drama queen," he said, smirking to himself. "you act like i was gone for hours and left you in the arctic."

y/n’s arms tightened around him, her fingertips grazing the ridges of his scars, tracing them with a familiarity that made his chest tighten just a bit. "you know i hate waking up without you there," she mumbled into his skin, her breath warm against him.

he placed the cup on the counter, his free hand casually covering hers, his thumb tracing lazy circles over her skin. "yeah, well, i couldn’t sleep," he said, his voice dripping with faux indifference. "figured i’d make some tea since it’s apparently the only thing that keeps me from going nuts around here."

she hummed softly, eyes closing as she pressed closer to him, her body fitting against his. "next time, wake me up," she said quietly, though her words carried a more playful challenge.

dabi turned just enough to glance over his shoulder at her, his lips curling into that cocky, knowing smirk. "so you can whine about being woken up too early? yeah, sure, sounds like fun."

y/n rolled her eyes but smiled, her lips brushing his back. "actually, I just prefer you not to sneak off and leave me freezing," she shot back, her voice filled with exaggerated irritation. "you’re the space heater around here, remember?"

dabi chuckled, amused by her response. "ah, so that’s what this is about? you just want to use me for my body, huh?"

"obviously," she retorted, her tone teasing. "you think i keep you around for your oh-so charming personality?"

he let out a low laugh, slipping out of her hold with that same smug grace. turning to face her, he leaned down, pressing a slow, deliberate kiss to her forehead as a palm met with her cheek. "tell you what," he said, his tone dripping with mock charm. "i’ll make it up to you with some tea—exactly how you like it. aren’t i just the best?"

y/n raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "tea’s great and all, but it doesn’t keep me warm for long."

dabi’s smirk deepened, eyes glinting with that familiar mischievous spark. "oh, so you need me to keep you warm forever, huh? alright, sweetheart. deal."

y/n smirked, tilting her head slightly as she crossed her arms. "well, forever might be a stretch. you’ve got your moments, but I’m not trying to roast like a marshmallow every night."

dabi raised an eyebrow, his grin widening as he leaned in closer, voice dropping to a teasing whisper. "careful what you wish for. you might start liking the heat."

y/n snorted, rolling her eyes but unable to hide her smile. "right, because nothing says romance like third-degree burns."

dabi smirked, not missing a beat. "hey, at least you'll always have a reminder of me. permanent, just like i promised."

y/n laughed, shaking her head. "oh, how sweet. a love story for the ages—scars and all."

he shrugged, his grin widening as he pulled her closer. "you love it. keeps things interesting, doesn’t it?" she raised an eyebrow at those words, giving him a playful nudge. "sure, if by ‘interesting’ you mean constantly babysitting a walking fire hazard."

dabi huffed, his hand coming up to gently cup her face, his tone turning softer. "lucky for you, I’m your fire hazard. guess that makes us even—since you’re the only one who can put up with me."

y/n’s playful smirk softened, her arms slipping around his waist again as she rested her head against his chest. "yeah, well, you’re stuck with me. flames and all."

"wouldn't have it any other way," he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of her head, the warmth between them more than enough now.

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HEAR ME OUT 😭 toga!reader who grew up with katsuki and izuku, she was always insecure about her quirk bc ppl told her liking gore was weird etc and ofc kats bullied her bc of that… until she grew older, realised how much her quirk can do, joined league of villains alongside dabi… maybe dabi takes a liking to her ^^ and he understands the need for revenge all too well… 🙂‍↔️ THATS ABOUT ALL I HAVE RN!

Wait this is so fun!! I usually try to keep the readers quirk undefined because I know some people want to insert their own but tbh I loveeee gory quirks and stuff

I'll Kill 'Em, You Hide the Body

Pairing: Dabi x Reader

Warnings: language, slightly suggestive, bullying, violence, blood (ofc), also it's been a while since I've written less dialogue heavy stuff so let me know if you have any critiques!

Word Count: 2.1k

Dabi had never been a fan of Toga.

The blonde was nothing short of psychotic, which he usually didn't mind by itself. Still, she possessed an undeniable creepiness about her that had him keeping as much as possible.

Seeing that she had wormed her way into his room to jab him for blood once may or may not have exemplified his dislike.

You on the other hand?

It was interesting how you and the blonde shared similar quirks, powers of seperate sides of the same coin with minor differences on how you used them.

It was even more interesting, however, with how much different the two of you actually were.

He remembered how you acted when you had first been introduced to the League, quiet and eyes glued to the floor, words slurred from the subtle way you tried to keep your mouth closed as you spoke. Still, your efforts seemed to be in vain, the soft whites of your sharpened canines becoming revealed the second you had joined them for a meal.

In all honesty, Dabi had thought it was dumb, how insecure you were of your quirk. He had seen mutant-quirk holders with features much more abhorrent than your barely noticeable fangs.

Spinner, the giant lizard man working along with you both was an easy example.

Shigaraki had accepted you, seemingly already knowledgeable of whatever powers you possessed when Giran had brought you to the hideout, leaving everyone else in the dark.

And while the others hadn't seemed to mind, accepting your soft spoken demeanor and mystery with open arms, Dabi wasn't exactly elated to have another weakling on the team.

How the hell would he be able to trust that you wouldn't fuck up if he didn't know what you could do?

So when Shigaraki had assigned you to his group for a mission, he had scoffed, grumbling about how you were just going to get yourself killed.

You, however, had been quite the surprise.

Drawing a small knife from your boot, you slid the blade over your palm, the metal leaving a thin line of scarlet behind. He watched as the liquid pooled over your fingers before rising in the air, leaving your skin clean and untouched.

He watched, cerulean eyes wide as he took in the horrific beauty you possessed.

Blood continued to slip from your cut, each drop falling upward to amalgamate into your dreadful creation, a vine of vermilion that trailed around a group of your opponents.

When a squeeze of your fist, the ruby liquid clotted together, wrapping around the men and pulling them together into a makeshift prison. The blood, now miraculously hardened, poked at their skin, pulling at their own plasma until it was also under your control.

You used your other hand, careful not to mix the substances, before forming the material into a scythe. If one listened hard enough, they could hear the edge of the blade slicing through the air, just as deadly and graceful as its wielder.

It was almost poetic, the way you cut through your foes with the innards of their comrades.

By the end of it, a gory havoc had exploded through the room, you, just as untouched and pristine as before all of it, standing in the middle of it.

Beckoning a finger forward, you drew your own blood back toward you, the fluid snaking back under your skin and gluing the cut back together.

Toga had been absolutely obsessed with you from that moment on, hanging off your shoulder and chatting your ear off whenever you would let her.

Surprisingly, you didn't exactly seem to mind, expression holding nothing was silent contentment, the way one may look at a younger sibling or apprentice.

Dabi, on the other hand, had only grown increasingly obsessed with figuring you out.

To say you grew up isolated was an understatement.

When your quirk had first been revealed, your parents had been happy, albeit a bit taken aback by the initial grimness of it, hopeful for the unwritten future of success you had waiting.

Blood bending had quite the potential, after all.

Similarly, your friends had been enamored by the creations of your ability, eyes wide in childish wonder as you made inanimate creatures float around the classroom, one of your favorite tricks.

Your life had started to end the first day you passed out in class.

It had been a small turtledove that time, red as rubies and small enough to fit in your hand. The avian organism flying over your head was the last thing you remembered before the world went black.

Filled with panic, your parents had rushed you to the nearest urgent care, voices laced with tension as they explained the situation, even as you woke up. The doctor had done numerous tests, each more exhausting than the last.

A few days passed, filled with fear and anticipation at each time you would faint without an explanation.

'Extremely low iron' was the first thing written on the report, letters big and angry. Still, those that followed were so much worse.

The notion of having to consume some form of blood, not only to sustain your quirk, but to keep you alive, left your family in shambles.

Each of your friends began to trickle away after the news as well, most scared by the rumor that you were secretly a vampire started by some blond a few grades below you. Bakugou was his name, that of which you had learned a few days later as the bullying continued.

Whispers lined the hallway as you walked past, each hushed syllable and scowl following you like a disease.

"She'll eat you if you let her too close."

"I heard she picks people off the streets and drains 'em."

The love for gore and scary movies you had definitely didn't help your case.

Regardless, back then, you would've easily watched some romantic comedy instead of your favorite slasher film, if only it could be done with friends by your side, giggling at the dreamy love interest and cheesy lines.

And despite your desperate yearning for companionship, maybe you would've been fine if it was left at plain isolation.

The worst of it started when Bakugou convinced some of his friends to break into your locker. They had taken your lunch box and dumped the contents out in the nearest trashcan before stuffing it back in, all of which you being completely oblivious to.

When you opened your lunchbox expecting the usual sandwich and bag of chips, your eyes had doubled in horror when they met the dead bird cradled within instead.

Home could have easily been a sanctuary for you, but it soon became just as depressing as school.

Thankfully, your doctor had been able to give you meager rations of the blood donations the local hospital received weekly. Still, you began to dread each time your parents went out to pick it up from the pharmacy.

They would hand you the bag to put in the freezer, fingers barely gripping the plastic like it was a dead animal.

As far as you knew, it very well could've been.

Their complaints ran through your ears constantly, vivid descriptions of the revolted looks the nurses would give him, followed by the scattered glances of pity they might get from other parents at the store.

Once, your mother had to excuse herself from the table, silently gagging at the ruby liquid in your cup. Soon it became a regular occurrence, both leaving in disgust until you were left to eat your meals alone, food cold and room silent.

A few years inched by before they pushed you away as well, lending you money for a small apartment on the other side of town, as far away from them as possible.

By the time you turned eighteen, they had cut you off completely, giving you just enough time for all that sadness and insecurity to meld into hate.

Joining the League was the first thing you did after moving out.

Surprisingly, it hadn't taken a long time at all for Dabi to take a liking to you, the quiet admiration stemming from his initial awe at your power, regardless of how much he didn't want to admit it.

Taunting you soon becomes his favorite activity. You were unexpectedly hard to fluster, but the way your eyes would flit to the ground in embarrassment made it deliciously worth it.

Regardless, the soft blood lust burning in your eyes whenever he would push your buttons too far had his pants tightening.

It was hard to decide which reaction he liked better.

Those were the reactions he was digging for tonight, arms crossed as he leaned on your door frame, smirking at the way you had mindlessly left the entryway to your room unlocked.

It was like you were practically begging him to come in.

He had learned of your past a few hours ago from Kurogiri, the dark mass of mist and fog easily digging out the information.

The knowledge had pissed him off, sure. In all honesty, he would've happily added another U.A. brat to his kill-list, especially once he recognized Bakugou's name, the idiot being in the same class as his darling little brother.

Still, Dabi had enough self respect to consult you first.

Or, at least, he had convinced himself it was 'consulting.' Whether or not it was more accurately 'annoying you until you did something worth the regret' was none of his concern.

And it was all the more motivation if he could worm his way into your good graces.

He definitely wouldn't mind letting you play damsel if it meant winning your affection in the end.

Maybe it was the mention of that blond twerps name, or maybe that of your parents, which had your fingers curling around your pencil, your line of sight glued to the paper in front of you.

"Get out. I'm working," you said without looking up.

"You know, fucking someone up would make you feel a lot better than writing in a diary." He walked over to where you were sitting, a smirk pulling on the corner of his lips. A hand slipped over your shoulder as he bent down, the warmth of his skin kissing your own as he whispered, "Or I know some other ways of relieving stress if you want help."

You scoffed, ignoring the heat building in your cheeks at the insinuation. "Are you always this annoying?"

"Only for you, doll."

Dabi was quite the flirt, and while you were quite masterful at hiding your own attraction to the man, each amorous comment had your defenses faltering.

"I just don't know how you can let that shit fly." His touch slid lower, hands snaking low enough to rest on your thighs, his breath tickling your ear. "If it was me, they would be six feet under right now."

"You really think I don't want to?" The heels of your chair slid across the wooden floor in an unpleasant screech, your pencil slamming against the desk as you stood and turned to face him. "I think about it all the fucking time! I just..." You swallowed. "There's no coming back from that... I don't know if I can."

Silence met your unwilling confession, clashing with the pit of embarrassment growing in your stomach. An attempt to hide from the scrutiny of his stare, you moved over to sit on your bed, resting your face in your hands as the stillness enveloped you.

"Then let me do it for you."

You looked up. "What?"

"I said," Dabi slowly crept over to you, gaze locked on your own. "Let me do it for you."

The way each syllable was enunciated with cruel ardor left you shivering, your skin prickling in goosebumps as the heat radiating off his body swept closer.

"I'll make sure to leave enough pieces behind to drain, if you want."

It was almost as if he could hear the blood thrumming through your veins, your quirk begging for the violent, venegeful release that you were being promised.

That annoyingly excitable muscle in his chest jumped at the way you looked at him, eyes dancing with a mixture of desire and ferocity.

Eventually, you gave your answer, quiet, but certain.

"Okay."

[super-paper]

The Villains' Pastime: Gourmet Food Highlights

Another day, another event focused on the LOV and their targeted psychic attacks on Skeptic's blood pressure (+ ReDestro's wallet)

The event starts with the gang fully embracing the freeloader lifestyle: lounging around and playing cards, ordering premium food on the PLF's dime, and doing absolutely nothing to actually help out with running the organization they violently took over like a week ago.

Everyone praises Tomura for being good at cards, with Compress and Twice wondering how he can be so good at reading others even though most of them are wearing masks. Jin then proceeds to shout out what his hand is, solving part of the mystery behind Tomura's undefeated winning streak in record time.

They want to play another game, but Tomura shoots them down bc it's close to noon and he's hungry. They agree to stop playing cards and get some lunch, and start talking about what sort of gourmet (read: expensive) foods they should try next. Tomura breezily talks about how nice it is to finally have money to burn (he's the worst ♥️), which inevitably summons Skeptic from the fourth ring of hell to bitch everyone out about wasting the PLF's precious funds.

"Thanks a bunch~" If Skeptic murks you in your sleep, you really only have yourself to blame Mister.

No one does "endearing in a criminally insane way" quite like Tomura. 😬

Trumpet senses that things are about to get ugly (or that skeptic is about five seconds away from a full blown hypertensive crisis) and intervenes, suggesting that they play a game of cards-- If Tomura wins, the PLF will foot the bill. If Skeptic wins, they either have to pay for their own lunch or just go hungry.

Tomura (quite predictably) says "fuck that" and tells Spinner just to go buy them lunch at a convenience store.

>be me >be stuck in a secret base hidden deep in the mountains >be literally miles away from civilization and the nearest town >tfw warp gate is doing ten-to-life and warp sludge is being gatekept by the world's most toxic Ivo Robotnik cosplayer 😔 >my boss, fully aware of all the above, orders me to walk to the nearest town and buy him a frozen burrito from a gas station >mfw

IS THIS YOUR MAN, SPINNER.

Tomura lightly bullying his friends and making unreasonable requests is nothing new, but this one strikes me as hilariously mean spirited even by his standards bc it’s also implied Tomura expects Spinner to foot the bill on top of all that:

BRO FALL IN LOVE WITH SOMEONE ELSE 😭

Trumpet eventually convinces Tomura that it would actually (read: obviously) be faster to just settle the issue with a game of cards-- Tomura finally gives in, and they settle on a game of blackjack.

Compress explains the rules of blackjack and offers to deal the cards-- Trumpet shuts this down immediately and says that HE will deal the cards, thank you very much:

As an aside, I love how utterly shameless they make Compress in these events lmao.

Tomura and Skeptic begin their game, and Tomura quickly makes it apparent that he approaches blackjack with the same suicidally reckless abandon as he does pretty much everything else:

Out of context MHA, eat your heart out.

Spinner, Compress, and Dabi all worry that Tomura has drawn too many cards and is gonna lose by default, but Jin and Himiko both express their faith in his abilities as an ill-gotten bread winner (<3)

Tomura and Skeptic both reveal their hands, and we hard cut to the aftermath where the LOV are gushing about all the high quality meat they bought on the PLF's dime while Skeptic seethes in the corner.

>Tomura

> making logical choices

well, there's your first mistake.

Trumpet tells Skeptic to stop being a hater and dig in, casually siding with the LOV now that they've won their premium beef:

Trumpet:

Like a true politician.

The lunch party continues until ReDestro enters the scene... gushing about some high quality meat he managed to get ahold of and asking the League if they'd like some hot pot. :) Skeptic realizes his life is a cosmic joke. The event ends.

Bonus Stuff:

This is starting to feel less like a case of the LOV simply liking sushi and more like a united effort to haze Dabi. Deserved, tbh.

Jin telling Himiko to eat her veggies and Compress fondly watching her eat her weight in meat......... they r SO cute wtf..................,😭

>I start joking about Tomura being the most rancid godawful tsundere in existence

>somewhere out there, apollo draws back his dodgeball arm

He sure complains a lot for someone who grumpily indulges their every whim, huh.

[shifterae]

changes in my mha drs

okay so first and foremost, my dr is very much NOT the canon. pretty much all of the little details are changed but i think it helps it from feeling like a "and bumblebee" type of dr :)

ALSOOO sorry if there are a bunch of typos 😭😭

so first! in my student drs, the classes are made of 24 students rather than 20.

i never liked the idea of taking someone out of 1a bc im just attached to them (looking at everyone but mineta) and so i opted to make the class bigger since i also wanted a few other canon characters to be in my class :)

added students, my minimight dr is the only dr where i scripted who specifically would fill those extra spots

with me, we only need 3 more students and i chose for Hitoshi Shinso, Inasa Yoarashi, and Himiko Toga, to fill those spots.

Shinso was able to make it into the hero course bc i scripted that he is Eraserheads nephew who is in his care and has already been trained by him (i luv shinso)

Togaaa! I scripted her in by changing the way her quirk affected her and the way she used it, she is a lot different than her canon self but im okay with that bc i just wanna see her be happy (i luv togachako) (their relationship isn't scripted but i have hope that it will occur on its own🙏🙏🙏) (i adore them)

the Inasa one can be explained by the next change

(basically he doesn't have bad interactions w endeavor and shoto)

so basically the only reason Inasa didn't go to UA is bc he thought endeavor and shoto were both like, pretentious and mean or something (i lowkey forgot bc it doesn't register to me that he isn't at UA in canon😭) and i scripted sooo much change for the todo family guys.

i luv the todorokis :(((

okay so first of all, OBVIOUS change, enji is not toxically obsessed with all might! they're actually friends!!!

their dynamic is inspired by mirio and midoriyas bc i think it's just so cute like the idea of enji just being so amazed and inspired by AM

enji tho is still reaching for #1 it's just not toxic and doesn't cause him to become abusive and neglectful...

rei and enji fall in love organically!

touyas quirk is not as self destructive! and he becomes a hero and goes by Dabi

since enji isn't toxic and abusive, natsuo, shoto, fuyumi, and touya, all get along well and over all they have a good (normal) family dynamic!

with AM and Enji being close, i grew up with them and they have become my family!!!!! like touya and natsuo are my big brothers, fuyumi my sister, and as for sho, he's genuinely my bestest friend ever

Moving on from people, i scripted that junior hero academies exist!

they range from hero prep school and just kids of heroes schools!

The hero prep schools are competitive to get into and generally, the classes are small and made of just the kids of elite heroes

whoops we're going back to people...

INTERNSHIPSSSSSSS

okay so first sorry tokoyami, im interning w hawks 🫶🫶🫶

shotos with touya!

bakugo is with MIRKO bc hello that is an iconic duo waiting to happen

as for school life,

we do a lot more of joint training with 1b!! (I adore them)

and we do media days like they do for athletes!!

that's all i wanna type for now bc my phone is genuinely lagging so much soooo

byeee, rae

[satancopilotsmytardis]

do you think tomura would ever let dabi try to dom him? /which of ur shigarakis is most likely to humor dabi like that?

I don't think any dabi would get very far without either his brain shutting off the moment it feels good, or crying and begging for help bc it just doesn't feel as good as when his sir (or daddy.... 👀) does it.

or maybe, he starts crying bc oh no he's supposed to be making his sir feel good and he can't do it right and-- tomura takes pity on him. fucks him into the mattress since he tried sooo hard, tells him it's okay, it's not his fault he was made to be a pretty little cumdump.

So I have talked about this before, and I always said that them switching would go horrendously badly, however certain *ahem* phrasing in this ask activated the brain worms so:

Switching It Up

Ship: Shigadabi

Rating: E

Contents: BDSM, feminization, lingerie, Daddy kink, dehumanization, objectification, orgasm denial/delay, anal sex, anal fingering, oral sex mentioned, marathon sex implied, aftercare, cumplay, creampie, cum swallowing, humiliation kink, praise kink, Dabi Is Bad At Feelings and is Feeling Bad.

Word count: 5253

You can also read on AO3, here!

He had not cared one bit about subbing for Shigaraki when they first got together. Dabi has always been a switch and fairly ambivalent to his partners' gender and sex, taking what he could get when he could get it given his own appearance, and had been more curious than anything else when he caught wind of Shigaraki's interest. He had thought initially that Duster would end up being a virgin and would definitely need a few spins with a partner before he could trust the other man to not blow immediately if he was gonna get fucked by him. 

But the first encounter Dabi had decided to start with a blowjob and by the time he was on his knees with Shigaraki petting his hair and losing a constant stream of filth too personalized and specific to be taken from pornos and Dabi had found out he had a cock big enough to go all the way down his throat and pull painfully at his staples, he had been proven abruptly and stunningly wrong. He hadn't even thought to ask about topping one he was being pulled up from the floor and held up against the wall as Shigaraki kept murmuring those filthy things and fingered him open so expertly that he'd nearly gone off before his dick even got touched. Then Duster fucked him so good he had cried because he'd cum so many times and he absolutely passed out. And the next morning, Shigaraki kissed him so gentle and sweet and told him what a good boy he'd been for him and Dabi was fucking lost. 

He would have, embarrassingly, probably done anything Shig asked him to after that, but thankfully Tomura was experienced with this stuff and the safety practices around harder play. He made Dabi sit down with him and actually go through the things he wanted to do and what he didn't and set his limits. That had been nice too. And then came the part of the conversation where Shigaraki laid out what he liked and Dabi had nearly overheated. It wasn't a surprise, then, that Shig took his time introducing new play into their scenes, working it up hotter and hotter until Dabi was doing things that he never thought he would be into and that he would never admit to under the most heinous of tortures. 

So he really, really had not wanted any of the other members to know what he and Duster were doing behind those closed and double locked doors. He was pretty sure the others were under the impression that the two of them had a strictly professional relationship. It wasn't any of their business so he hadn't bothered to say anything. He didn't want to get into it. They kept their play and their relationship very private. 

But after taking the CRC mansion, they'd had somewhere safe to sleep and hide out, and Dabi had a little bit of money stashed away, and god damn it he missed playing rough with Duster. So he'd grabbed himself a new pair of pretty lacy pink panties and waited until all of the others were out of base for a few days. Compress and Toga were off doing some kind of heist for a fence of Compress's to bring in a little extra money and Twice and Spinner were supposed to be going out trying to hook up with some pro-heteromorph extremist group that they had found out about from papers in this base planning a raid against them. They were hoping that they would all be able to get on the same side. Two days of travel minimum since they couldn't use most more public routes, and then however long it actually took to do the job. Dabi thought it was pretty safe when he fingered himself open and dripping, put on his panties and one of Tomura's shirts, and nothing else before going to find his lover. 

It just to happened that he found him down in the living room, reading through more of the papers they had salvaged from the other rooms. He hadn't even looked up, immediately starting to say something about work so Dabi had marched right over and sat in his lap, wrapping his arms around his neck and simpering, 

"Daddy, I need you." And that had gotten all of his lover's attention in exactly the right kind of way. 

It hadn't taken long to have him half hanging off of the couch, Tomura's cock buried inside of him, fucking him so hard he was smoking, sobbing, and moaning so, so loudly, because each time he got close, his lover would change the angle or slow down to keep him from going over the edge. 

"Daddy," he plead, bloody tears dripping across his cheeks as he clutched desperately onto him. 

"Tell me what you want, baby girl. If you ask nicely, maybe you'll earn a reward." 

And he knew what that meant by then. Meant he needed to beg, and he needed to be specific and ask for what he wanted clearly, or he wouldn't get it at all. "Please, please, Daddy, please, let me cum. It feels so good with your cock in my pussy. Want you to make me cum. Want your hand on my clit, please. Want your cum in my cunt, Daddy." 

"Such a good girl, princess." And he'd moaned so loudly as Tomura had reached to start to stroke him--

"What the fuck?" The words were choked out and entirely out of place and the shock had Dabi's temperature flaring higher and their movements coming to a jerky uncoordinated stop and they both spotted Twice and Spinner, the later blushing furiously beneath his scales, but apparently too shellshocked to move from the doorway. 

Twice had burst out laughing, and then his contradictions had cut in, "Not cool, guys! We all sit on that couch!" And that had broken Spinner's stupor. 

"Holy fucking shit, oh my god, whose underwear--" Had lost the words in a choked squeak as Dabi saw the pink panties hanging off of the armrest and had felt himself blush furiously as well before he reached over and snatched them as if that would hide the incriminating piece of fabric. "No. Nope. Christ." And he had turned and left the room, still blushing, dragging Twice along with him. 

Needless to say neither of them finished. He had really, really hoped that they would all repress that incident and never speak of it again. And then Twice, and about a week after him, Spinner, had started making little teasing jabs out of Shig's earshot. 

"Hey, Dabi-- Yo, princess,"

"You gonna run that by 'Daddy'?" 

Nothing particularly egregious, but humiliating all the same. He had ignored it, he was absolutely planning on acting like it never happened. Absolutely not going to tell Shig about it and get accused of tattling to his Daddy. But it soured his mood, and that was obvious no matter how he tried to hide it. The other's aren't totally assholes, so when they'd noticed how quiet he'd gotten, how little time he would spend around them again, they'd knocked it off and apologized, but that hadn't made him feel any better. 

///

It's been three months since then. He fucked off for two of them, only coming back when they'd first reached out to the doctor, and then once again when the MLA pulled their bullshit in Deika. Then there was a solid month of restructuring the PLF and his lover and friends being treated so that they weren't broken anymore. And he hasn't scened with Tomura since they were walked in on. 

He probably should be expecting it when Duster, once he's healed enough to think about those kinds of things again, bullies him onto the couch in the seating area in their room to talk. 

"What's going on, baby girl?" And Dabi bristles, his gut souring immediately with his humiliation. 

"Don't call me that!" He snarls. "I'm not a girl and I'm tired of playing one for you. If you want a girl, then just dump me and find one. Not like you don't have a whole army throwing themselves at you now." 

He regrets the words as soon as they're out of his mouth, as soon as he sees Tomura's expression go soft and hurt with his surprise. He wants to take them back, but his aching pride won't let him. "...I'm sorry, Dabi, I didn't realize that was bothering you." His voice is measured and calm, but in the way it used to get when he was trying to placate Kurogiri or appeal to AFO's better mood, and Dabi feels even worse. "But I don't want a woman, I want you. You're... everything to me, Dabi." 

Guilt gnaws through him and makes him feel impossibly small. He can't even meet Shig's eyes when he mumbles. "...I just don't want to play like that anymore." God, he'd never say that his mouth ever gets him out of trouble, but he didn't know it could get him into so much so quickly. He doesn't remember he felt like he was this close to tears when he wasn't being actively edged. 

"That's okay, firefly. That's why we negotiate." Duster reaches over and hesitates a second, but then catches his hand between three of his fingers. "What can we do to make this work better for you?" 

He should stop this, should just backtrack, should do something to explain to Tomura why he's so upset, but he doesn't have the right words. "I don't know. I don't like being..." He just stumbles into the wrong ones. "The sub all the time." 

Tomura's grip changes, tensing a little more. He told Dabi when they first started sleeping together he really hated bottoming and that he very rarely ever subbed and when he did, it was not his favorite activity and he found it hard to get off like that. And Dabi said that was fine because Tomura's cock was a fucking miracle and he was happy to have it inside of him as often as he could without actually destroying his guts. "Okay, firefly. That's fine, we can figure that out too." 

He means it too, still holding his hand and starting to talk about the things he's willing to do as a sub so that Dabi will feel better about their scening. And Dabi is in so deep, he can't say a word as he keeps feeling worse and worse.

///

But he still can't speak up. Tomura and he talk about him subbing with Dabi feeling sick the whole time, and go to bed without doing anything besides cuddling up together, and even then, Duster doesn't hold him close to his chest, cradling him and murmuring sweet little praises into his hair. He lets Dabi curl around his body instead. It doesn't feel right and he can't fall asleep for hours, and when he manages it, it's fitful and miserable. He's not even surprised when he wakes, gasping for breath, smoke pouring from his seams and an aborted sob caught in the back of his throat as he shakes the nightmare, the memory, of his father treating him like he was nothing, like he was small, pathetic, useless, the second he couldn't live up to his standards. Duster isn't in bed. But he never stays all night, and Dabi makes the wise choice to go cry in the shower so that there's no blood on the sheets or evidence of how badly he's doing for the other to find. Things are already so strained. Tomura's already worried about him, he doesn't want to make it worse when he's the one who's being an asshole. 

He's mostly pulled it together, at least on the outside, by the next day. He's spent years perfecting his persona, putting it on again is like second nature, and he thinks it does a decent job of hiding how badly he is still feeling. But Tomura doesn't bring up anything sexual for the next week except asking if he knows what kind of domming style he prefers. He can't even contemplate that and shrugs, says he can do whatever Tomura likes. He's never dommed anyone before. He wasn't even into BDSM until after he and Duster got together, and he keeps pleading silently for his lover to see that, but he doesn't. He takes his words at face value because Tomura trusts that he knows what he can handle and what he can't. 

Dabi cannot handle this. 

Tomura kneels at his feet, his head down and his hands laying against his legs. He likes to be dehumanized when he's subbing. Not like how Dabi likes to be objectified. He likes to be a tool for his dom, something less than human, said that Dabi could use him as furniture, use any part of his body for his pleasure, just wanted him to take as much as he wanted out of him. And... not talk to him like he's a person. 

"Toy," he tries to keep his voice even. It's been half an hour. He was pretending that he was letting the anticipation build the way his lover does to him so often when they have time for longer play, but he had been desperately trying to figure out what he could have Tomura do. Duster doesn't look up, but he knows he's listening. Normally when Duster wants to get things started, when he wants to move into the more overtly sexual aspect of their play, he teases or praises Dabi, rewards or punishes him to get him to where he wants. But that's isn't what Tomura likes. He doesn't need to be rewarded, doesn't care about praise, he only wants to know that he's being effective by bringing his dom pleasure. And he doesn't want to be talked to like that. He doesn't even want to be kissed-- had a bad experience with a dom who used to kiss him while they were scening. He doesn't want any of the things that make Dabi feel so good as a sub, and that's the only frame of reference he really has. He tried to do his research, found out this seems like a form of service subbing, but that doesn't mean he knows how to navigate it. 

He thinks he would rather be putting in a fresh round of staples when he orders. "On your feet. I want to play with my toy." Tomura stands and Dabi follows, gesturing for him to move over towards the bed. "Strip." 

His lover does as he's told, removing his clothes layer by layer almost mechanically and Dabi can't feel any arousal in the actions. neither of them are even a bit hard by the time he's finished and Dabi is near begging, rather than commanding, "And now mine." Just trying to get his lover's hands on him like they usually are. But this feels different too. Tomura doesn't strip off his clothes with lingering touches, or hot kisses, or filthy words murmured against his skin. He strips him down methodically, not letting his hands stray, not pressing kisses to his skin as he exposes it, just doing as he's told and not bothering with anything else. 

"On the bed." He makes Tomura sit on the edge and climbs fully into his lap. He can be a dom who bottoms, he knows that, and he's just desperate to have something feel good, feel normal. He reaches over to the nightstand for their lube and brings it over, "Open your hand." He does. Dabi gives a generous squirt smearing it along his fingers and then breathing, "Open me." 

His lover reaches around him, spreading him open and starting to work his fingers against his hole. Stroking and circling and Dabi wraps his fingers around his lover's cock and starts to stroke, pressing his face into his neck and nibbling and licking there since he can't kiss him. Tomura's neck is sensitive, and the stimulation they're both getting now seems to finally start to get their bodies on board, but none of it feels right. It's like his body is completely disconnected from his mind and he can't make himself enjoy this. He just can't. He whimpers and Tomura seems to think that it's a good sound, usually is when they're in bed together, and strokes a little firmer at that same spot inside of him. But it's not right. 

Dabi catches his wrist. "Enough, I'm ready." He shifts higher in Tomura's lap, guiding his cock so that his head is just starting to stretch his rim and rubs against him as he speaks. It's been months since they were able to fuck. This should feel good, he should be desperate for it, but his stomach is in shaky tight knots the whole time he speaks. "I'm going to use your pretty cock as a toy and you," he tries, "aren't going to move unless I tell you to. You're not going to cum unless I give you permission. If you think that you're getting close, I want you to tell me. Understand?" 

"Yes, sir." 

Dabi hides his face against his neck again so he doesn't see how hearing that, the wrongness of that, makes his eyes burn. He ignores it and sinks down. It doesn't feel nearly as good as it normally does when he gets to ride Tomura, this angle and gravity usually doing the work of pushing his lover in so deeply that Dabi is bleeding smoke from how good it feels. But even though it feels good because having his lover's cock inside of him always feels good, it's not the same. He doesn't have Tomura's hands on his hips, squeezing bruises there, telling him how cute he looks so desperate to be just a tight little fuckhole for someone to use, doesn't tell him what a good girl he's being taking his cock so deeply. Isn't kissing him or pulling at his hair or seams to put the perfect ache into his body that makes the pleasure taste so much sweeter. It's just this, and it's not enough, it's not right, and Dabi breaks with a sob, 

"Red," Tomura tenses beneath him and then his hands are on his body, stopping him, pulling him off, one catching his cheek to pull him back so that he can see his face as blood drips across his face. 

"Shit, what's wrong, baby g--" He stops himself and Dabi sobs a little more roughly. 

"Daddy," the word is a broken plea. 

"Shh, firefly, I'm right here. What do you need, sweetheart? What can I do to make it better?" 

He can't remember the last time he cried like this, hard sobs that nearly choke away his words. He's spilling smoke, shaking like a leaf, and his head is so messy. "I--I wanna be," he nearly hiccups on the words. "Wanna be your baby girl, want you to kiss me, want to be good for you. Daddy, please, I'm sorry--" 

"Oh princess, shh, it's okay, you're alright baby girl." Dabi keens as soon as he hears that, trying to press in even closer, desperate for the reassurance, for something to feel good after how heavy his misery has been as it sat inside of him for the past three months. 

Tomura wraps an arm around his waist and lifts him easily, shifting their positions so that Dabi has his back against the mattress and can spread his legs to have his lover's weight settling between them, over him. Small beneath him in a way that makes him feel safe in a way he doesn't know if he ever felt before he let himself submit to Tomura. Daddy leans down and kisses him, kisses away the tears going over his cheeks and his hands move to touch him. They stroke gently over his seams, along his thighs. 

"Baby girl, you can be Daddy's princess whenever you want to. I'm so proud of how hard you were trying. Would it be easier if I told you how good you were doing while we're playing?" 

Still trying to give him what he said he wanted before and Dabi shakes his head with another sob. "Don't wanna be a dom." And Tomura's brows pull together. "Never wanted to be a dom. Just wanna be your sub. Just want you to make me feel good, Daddy." 

"We can do that too, sweetheart, you know I love having you be such a mess under me--" 

Dabi keens, the words putting a needy pulse of heat in him finally despite the sickness that has been tying up his guts for the past few months. He immediately tries to chase that feeling, rocking up and trying to grind his clit against Daddy so he can see how much he needs more of that. Finally sees a little heat flicker through his worry and Dabi tangles his hands in Tomura's hair and pulls him in for a harder kiss. He doesn't want to talk, doesn't want to think, he just wants Daddy to make him feel good and take everything else away. He whimpers loudly as that earns Tomura's hips settling more firmly between his thighs, his slick cock rubbing against his wet pussy and putting sparks there that there weren't before. He lets out a loud moan when Tomura reaches between them to wrap four fingers around his clit and stroke teasingly up his ladder. It feels so good that he's letting out another sharp sob as he rocks up into the touch. 

"Already so messy, princess. So upset, but your pretty clit is still so wet, baby. You just can't help it, can you? Need Daddy's attention however you can get it, even if it means acting like such a desperate little slut." Shows him how much it's true when his clit twitches against his hand, dribbling out a little pre as he tries to fuck up into the lazy strokes of his fist. "Thought you would like being in charge and getting to demand all of it, but I should have known better. Little dolls like you aren't good at being anything but pretty little cumdumps." 

There's smoke leaking out of him fresh along with his tears and whimpers. He's hot, he's so hot again. hot for the first time since they were interrupted and he needs it. "Please, Daddy, empty, hurts." 

"Of course it does, princess." And one hand shifts, reaching for him and not hesitating to shove two fingers into his cunt, pushing in and immediately crooking to put a sharp pressure on his prostate. He moans loudly, rocking back to get more. "So here's what we're going to do, I'm going to fuck your hungry cunt until you're nice and full, princess. And then we're going to have a talk and you're going to do your best to keep your slutty hole tight and not spill any of Daddy's cum. If you can keep it all inside, then you'll get a reward, and if you can't Daddy is going to fuck your need throat until your tummy is just a full, understand?"

"Yes, Daddy." It's like the demand has put something back into its proper place. His whole body already feels more settled than it did before, his tears slowing to a stop and his head starting to float the way it's supposed to, the way that makes him feel so good when he's being Daddy's plaything. "Thank you, Daddy." 

"You're welcome, princess. Now, let's see if you can keep being so sweet for me while I fill up your needy cunt." 

His cock replaces his fingers and Dabi doesn't think about anything else for a long time. 

///

Tomura fills him up three times, only letting Dabi cum once in turn, before he waits until he's able to focus and then pulls out. He cleans up the cum that was pulled out of him with the movement but then makes Dabi strain to hold the rest inside as they settle on the bed, Dabi cuddling up against him as tightly as he can as Tomura strokes his hair. 

"Need to talk to me, baby girl. I don't... understand what happened. What didn't you like?" 

And he's still a mess, but he's floating a little too, even as he tries so hard to keep himself full and wet. "Made fun of me." 

"Baby, I'm never making fun of you--" 

He shakes his head weakly. "The others. After." He doesn't want to say after what, hiding his face against his chest, some of that sourness starting to work back out of him. "Made fun of me for being your little girl. Didn't like it. Made it hurt." The arms around him tighten slightly, and Dabi tries not to cry again as he mumbles. "Worked so hard to be more than what everyone thought I would be. Didn't want them to think," his voice is barely above a whisper, "that you listened to me because I was letting you fuck me." 

"Princess, you don't need to worry about that," he reassures him, pressing a kiss to his forehead and trying to wipe away some of his tears. "You've proven yourself to them, to me, over and over. Everyone knows that you are the hardest worker we have here." He hesitates. "And you know that I would have never given you this position if I didn't know you were capable of it? No matter what you want in bed, or how we play, you know that I think you could burn down the world singlehandedly if you put your mind to it, don't you, firefly?" 

He's spent so much of his life being told that he couldn't be anything beyond a broken shell that even being told that now doesn't fully settle. It doesn't soothe away all of the hurt that's living inside him, that he's worried will keep living in him for the rest of his life. But it helps a little. "Okay." Sees it in Tomura's face as he resolves to tell him it every day for the rest of their lives until Dabi believes him. 

"That's not how my princess shows he understands. You're our best soldier, Dabi, and what you like when we're playing doesn't change that." He waits expectantly. 

"... Yes, Daddy." He is not going to examine why that loosens a little bit more of the knot in his gut. "I love you." 

"I love you too, baby girl. Now, let me see if you've earned a reward," his hand moving down to his hole and Dabi whimpers, because he got so distracted by his sorrow he forgot to hold tight, and he can already feel Daddy's cum has leaked out over his skin. "Oh, princess," 

"I'm sorry, Daddy. It was so much." But this failure doesn't feel like the mockery or sourness before. Daddy set him an expectation to meet, and when he can't, he's not going to think less of him, not going to ignore him, or hurt him in a way that he doesn't like or can't handle. He's going to punish him a way they'll both enjoy, and he's going to clean him up afterwards and hold him. Won't stop loving him because he wasn't perfect. Won't stop knowing that he can do his job outside of their room just because he misbehaved in it. 

"I know, princess, and it's been a while too." He strokes his hair with his other hand, "So Daddy won't put on your ring as long as you don't play with your pretty clit while you're being punished." Which has him starting to blush there already in needy anticipation. He always gets so hot with Daddy's cock in his throat, and that concession means that he's going to let him cum as many times as he can from having his throat fucked alone as long as he behaves. 

"Thank you, Daddy." 

Tomura wipes away another sticky track of his tears. "You're welcome, baby girl, now come here. Once you're all done with your punishment Daddy wants to give you a bath and spend the rest of the night doting on on his sweet little girl." 

///

Tomura was absolutely true to his word, filling up his throat until Dabi had cum two more times and was a boneless puddle full of his cum. And then he'd carried him out of bed and had pampered him. A warm sweet-smelling bath with some bath melts that helped his skin feel soft, stop aching around his seams, and smelled so nice, and then got him dressed up in cozy pajamas, ordered him all of his favorite foods, and had spent the whole rest of the night holding him close and petting him as he murmured praises over and over again until Dabi was floating so high he hadn't even noticed he was hard from the sweet words again. Not until Daddy took him back to bed and swallowed up his clit so that he wouldn't make himself a big mess again before it was time to go to sleep. 

He slept the whole night through for the first time in months, and wakes the next morning to a sticky note on their nightstand saying that he can stay in bed all day if he wants. Dabi immediately turns it to ash goes to throw on his clothes a quickly as possible, only ten minutes to spare before the lieutenants' meeting he's supposed to be at. Be starting with a report about how he and Geten's new training regiment for their soldiers is going that he absolutely does not trust the popsicle to not undersell beause he thinks that any training that's not complete isolation and to the point of collapse isn't good enough. He manages to get into the room before everyone has even settled into their seats and feels a sharp moment of triumph. It's met with a slight flicker of embarrassment as he sees Tomura standing off to the side with Twice and Spinner, four fingers on each of their shoulders and a placid smile that reminds Dabi so sharply of AFO that a shudder runs down his spine. He can't tell what he's saying from across the room, but the other two look like they're about to shit themselves with their terror, so he has a very, very good guess. 

"Duster, knock it off!" He snaps. "They already apologized." 

"I know," He lets go of them very deliberately, pulling each finger away from their skin one-by-one. "Which is why this was a conversation at all." He informs them both very pointedly. 

"Got it." Spinner squeaks out. 

"Good. Take your seats." They scurry to do so and Shig takes his at the head of the table. "I believe we're starting with the troops?" 

Dabi does his fucking level best to give a good showing of everything ounce of progress that they've made on that front. It's enough that even Geten has to admit to the group that things are progressing better than his first month on the mountain training alone had yielded. And by the end of the meeting, he feels a little more of the knot in his gut lesson as their work is acknowledged by the entire assembly without an ounce of input from his lover. 

Thanks for asking!

[kelin-is-writing]

slowly creeps around corner

i come with more angst >:)

so we've already established what it would be like if dabi is scared of touching you for various reasons but what if you are scared of touching him?

ofc you don't think the scars are gross or anything - you would never - but you can tell that he's in pain. he tries to hide it as much as possible but you notice anyway.

the way he wears loose-fitting clothes to prevent them from rubbing against the burnt skin and how he sometimes flinches when he accidentally touches smt on a bad day

so you avoid touching him bc you're scared it'll hurt him and dabi completely misinterprets your actions and assumes you think he's disgusting

when he finally confronts you about it (he's lowkey trying to break up with you to spare himself the pain of getting dumped by you) our poor baby might actually cry when you finally tell him why you do it :')

that's it. sry my asks are so sad lately lol 🧍

- 🥛

damn milk... you were seriously coming through with these angst asks like— why would you want to hurt me like this is truly beyond me...

like... you had noticed that recently, because the amount of times he had overexerted himself, by using his quirk, and that has made you worry to the point you sometimes couldn’t sleep well at night, thinking about how much in pain he might be.

so one day when you came across him, you right away walked up to the raven haired boy ready to hug him but remembering how only yesterday you overheard him hiss in pain as he changed into clean clothes, you stopped on your tracks right away and dabi would be so taken aback at seeing that you were about to put your hand on his neck but stopped midway with your hand stretched out, eyes full of panic fixed on him and an awkward smile petrified on your face before backing away with a little “hey...”, he starts to get super paranoid, thinking you’re disgusted at the idea of touching his scarred skin; his heart sunk at the thought of such a scenario, but nevertheless he acted like he hasn’t noticed your hesitation and instead of giving you the usual hug when you come to him, he just gave you a knowing bittersweet smile before brushing past you, leaving you behind, confused by such an action.

since you’ve noticed how that whole week he’s been in huge pain because of his scars seen the increasing amount of missions there has been recently and also the weather being a bitch, definitely taking a tool on him, you kept your distances for his sake but still staying near him.

that wasn’t enough for dabi though, because he didn’t only need you close to him... he needed to feel you close to him and right now to the arsonist you felt more far than you’ve ever been, even more than before you two started dating; your absence made him feel miserable, weak and lost, but he also understood (well... not really...) why you wouldn’t want to touch him. his rough greasy scars must’ve felt gross to touch and look at after all, so he couldn’t really blame you for not wanting to even brush against it, but it still hurt so fucking much because it was you and only in that moment dabi has realized how much important you were to him to the point he couldn’t breath when you weren’t by his side and that was dangerous, he wasn’t supposed to depend on someone so much and you deserved someone better in his opinion.

someone who would help you provide the bare minimum to survive, who wouldn’t put you in danger only because the two of you were together, who you wouldn’t be disgusted to touch, who could make you actually happy. and that someone, unfortunately, wasn’t him, because he’s a villain who has committed mass murder and is wanted across all of japan.

your life with him would be miserable, that’s why he ultimately decided to let you go, for both of your sakes.

so one day after he came back from another mission, and you went to welcome him, dabi waited for the others to be far from the hearing range before asking if he could talk to you about something important. feeling suddenly anxious, seen his face and tone, you muttered a small “sure...” following him into his room where he made you sit on his bed while the villain stood with his back resting against the door, hands in the pockets of his jeans and head hung low to hide the pained expression he had on “i’ve been thinking about this for a while now... i was a little hesitant at the beginning because you’re so damn important to me, but this is going to be for the best...”, were you tripping or was this speech leading to a... break-up?!

when you realized it, you jumped on your feets right away glaring at dabi upset and already on the verge of tears “no.”, he stopped talking looking your way like a lost puppy, sad eyes glancing into yours “don’t do this dabi.”, that was the first time you called his name so harshly and it made him widen his eyes for a brief second before he averted them, pointing the downwards, not able to hold eye contact with you any longer than he already did “why are we even having this talk in first place? i don’t understand...”, you questioned clenching tightly your fists resting long your sides, view becoming blurry as tears were starting to come up, you were so confused, disoriented and scared it was making you feel dizzy “you don’t understand? when you’ve been the one putting distances between us, out of no-fucking-where?”, dabi vented out never looking at you in the eyes, afraid he might waver the moment he locked gaze with you, you were the only one to ever make him hesitate and that was scaring the shit out of him.

you looked at him blinking furiously, confused as seconds went by, trying to understand what he was on about. when ever did you put distances between you and him? you weren’t understanding a thing about what he was saying “wait a moment, when did i ever put distances between us?”, you questioned resting an hand at the side of your head and lifting one up in front of you, to signal the boy to stop talking for a second because your brain just blew up from all that situation, before looking at dabi quizzically. he curled his lips turning away from you, bitter expression on his pretty face as he spoke “there’s no need for you to act clueless, i know you’re disgusted by my scars...”, the boy spat coldly, jaw clenching as soon as he finished what he had to say; damn... saying it out loud hurts even more than just thinking about it.

you were flabbergasted, to say the least, at hearing what he was saying “say what now?! i’m not disgusted by your scars though?!”, he let out a sarcastic snort before glaring you from the edge of his eye “don’t fucking lie to my face y/n.”, dabi growled between gritted teethes, making you whince surprised by the way he spoke to you, clicking his tongue as his eyes looked away from you, already feeling bad and guilty for talking that way to you; he just hates liars with burning passion though and maybe this was for the better, he could use it to push you away from him so you could let go of each others more easily.

pressing your lips together in frustration, you stomp heavily towards him and cup his face to force dabi to turn your way, eyes looking firmly into his cerulean ones “i’m telling you the fucking truth dabi.”, he’s taken aback by the confidence in your voice and the intensity of your gaze “i love you and your scars, so i better not hear you say such nonsense anymore.”, and as per usual, it took dabi only a few words from you to easily make his convictions waver.

the raven haired villain pressed his trembling lips together swallowing thickly, then his hands rested over yours, an anguish feeling in the pit of his stomach as he looked at you with sad eyes “then why have you stopped touching me?”, the weakness and desperation with which dabi asked that question was so new to you, it made your heart sunk more though the way he had seemed so hopeless until now, like he was waiting for you to leave him and never look back “i miss you so fucking much princess...”, he whined with deep hoarse voice closing his fingers around your hand while leaning into your touch and turning his face to press his lips against your palm, kissing it with so much longing and yearning that all together with his words made you short-circuit as your heart skipped a beat before jumping up to your throat.

completely weakened by dabi’s current state you went for it and surrounded his bust with your free hand hugging your man tightly, surprising him “i miss you too pretty boy...”, at those words his heart fluttered even though he felt anything but pretty, still... when you called him that dabi couldn’t help get swayed, his free arm going to surround your waist and hug you even closer, if it was possible “i didn’t touch you because i was afraid of hurting you... you seemed so much in pain these days, i didn’t want to add to it...”, you confessed in a small voice, feeling tears prickling at your eyes as you buried your face against the crook of his neck, feeling right away reassured and happy to finally be back where you belonged, his lips parting from your palm and going to rest on your cheekbone “there’s no need for you to be afraid of hurting me, your touch and presence is everything i need to feel better...”, before kissing it lovingly as his hand went to rest on the crook of your neck, thumb brushing against your cheek tenderly “you just have to stay by my side.”, and his lips slid down to yours pressing against them longer than usual before he angled his head to interlock them with one another, tongue licking slightly your bottom lip sneaking inside your mouth to deepen the kiss.

dabi has been away from you a little too much, it was seriously crazy how much he had missed to feel you this close to him and as of now he can’t believe he had actually pondered about letting you go, when he needs you much more than he has ever thought he would have.

when you two parted your lips curled up in an happy smile, hands cupping his cheeks as you set your loving gaze into his completely lovestruck one “don’t worry, there’s no way i’m leaving you.”, and that’s everything dabi needs to hear before he goes to kiss you once again, mover fervently this time.

and you can bet that’s going to be a veeeery long night for you lovebirds 😚

[sparrowhero]

Dabi Courtship/Flirting Headcanons (with emphasis on a LoV reader)

He’s not very good at it and you really are going to be hard pressed to figure out he’s actually doing it. His love language is basically time spent together (since so much of his time in the League is him fucking off and doing his own thing, the fact that he willingly spends time with you even if he says nothing at all for at least a half hour is something.

Not even kidding. If you’re one of the League, he’s just sitting or standing in the same room as you and occasionally staring at you as you do whatever it is you’re doing. He won’t look away if you meet his gaze but he WILL have the gall to ask “what are you looking at?” Not in the mean way (at least, not intentionally), it’s just that HE knows why he’s looking at you, he doesn’t know why YOU are or if you have a problem with it.

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Not really the jealous type at all. He’s pretty confident in himself if he manages to bag you in the first place— you gotta have some kind of thing for a guy with as many personality eccentricities as he has. Doesn’t help that everyone in the League is their own special kind of weirdo (affectionate) so there really isn’t anything to BE jealous of. He’s got his own niche filled but he might glare juuuuust a little at the hot alt guy with a septum piercing at the record store a little bit if he tries to talk to you a little too close. Something something “get lost, junior” etc.

In a similar vein, he’s not jealous of Hawks at all if you get close to him (or Hawks attempting to get close to YOU to try and find out things about Dabi), but he doesn’t trust him at all so he tends to insert himself directly between the two of you anyways and isn’t very subtle about it. Also the kind of guy to grab your head (or shoulder if you’re taller than he is) and lead you physically out of the conversation. It’s actually kind of funny and most people wouldn’t believe how gentle he is about it.

Dabi doesn’t particularly feel any way about his burns: they’re just as much a part of him as anything else, aside from the obvious health practices he needs to keep up on. He only covers them because it’s like wearing a cardboard sign that says ARREST ME.

Dabi is the type to go “so what are we” after not saying literally anything beforehand that would indicate he is romantically interested in you. This is basically the interaction that puts everything in place so you can ACTUALLY start to date like semi-normal people. Not in the weird yandere way but just in the “this guy just does not have game” way.

Respects if you’re definitely not interested but if you say something like “you don’t know” then he just hums and says “That so.” And things continue on with a very slow-burn of him trying a little bit harder to be more obvious or to get you to realize he may not be Prince Charming, but he can definitely be what you need.

Kisses you first and completely without warning. Just goes “Bye” and then lays one on you directly on the lips in front of god and everybody. Leaves without saying anything in explanation, that’s on you to handle that, babe.

Toga knew the entire time. Twice is saying he also knew all along despite the fact that he was telling Toga “there just ain’t no fucking way” yesterday. Shigaraki just gives a long, judgemental look before proceeding back to whatever LoV business needs to be attended to. Compress laughs and Spinner wonders if that was some kind of mirage until Dabi comes back.

If they ask him about the Details(tm) he just goes “Mind your own business.” And Shigaraki has to really consider his fraternization policies bc Dabi has gotten at least 15% more annoying since he became your boyfriend. He already has a hard enough time getting Dabi to take him seriously and now that you’re dating he literally angles his body away from Shigaraki deliberately to look at you instead.

You’re gonna learn his real name when the rest of the world does. He couldn’t risk Hawks getting it out of you, one way or another, and as far as he’s concerned, he’s “Dabi” now. Any person he once was is more of a facet of the entire identity he embraces now. While he prefers to be called “Dabi”, he also doesn’t mind just being called “babe” or something along those lines in terms of names for just the two of you.

[villainsandvictimsalliance]

do u think spinner will be coming back??? i think so, i HOPE so, bc even tho my boy has already had the spotlight earlier in the war and underwent character development that made me go inSANE, his arc does not feel nearly as concluded as say himiko or dabi's, not even close!!! it has me prayin that he appears again and also gets a similarly satisfying conclusion that opens up the possibility of him being saved and redeemed, but i have no clue when or where that would fit into future developments. what do u think?

I still think we'll see most members of the League of Villains again. For me it's a requirement, since Horikoshi has been building their relationships and expressing how much they mean to each other.

I count it as an aftermath of the war. We need to see if Toga and Dabi survive, how they're healed. We need to see Spinner's reaction to what will happen to Tomura too. Even Compress needs to appear again, since the last time we saw him he was talking with Geten in prison.

We need the resolution of the League of Villains as a group, as a found family. Even if it's just one panel showing them reunited in the background or a mention of their names, how they're doing, what's planned for them.

I truly think Spinner is more important to the story than what people normally think. Horikoshi always finds a way to highlight his role in the story when it matters the most. Also, that last panel of him thinking about Tomura? Yeah, their friendship needs a resolution too.

The final character development he needs to undergo is realizing what he wants for himself in life. He said in MVA that he never loved or wanted anything before Stain, then said that he wanted to see Tomura's dream come true. He needs a dream for himself, something beyond being manipulated or a political pawn. Maybe his goal in life can be to see his friends happy? I remember the first time we saw Spinner, doubting about going too far if they have to fight kids or kill the police. He wasn't ruthless. He was worried about justice and how to obtain a better world...

I don't know, there's a narrative there with him. The real surprise would be if Horikoshi decided to not show him up again in the end.

[veg-hotwings]

DabiHawks headcanons

@cozzzynook asked me on twt about my favourite hcs for them, and I thought I'd share them here too. Thanks again for the question ❤️ If some of you don't know about her deaf!Touya hc, go read this for starters. It's one of the best I've ever read!

SFW

Hawks loves Dabi’s piercings. He’s so entranced by them, captivated by the way light shines on them and reflects on Dabi’s skin.

And speaking about being in love with Dabi’s features, he’s totally enamoured by Dabi’s different skin tones, bird view etc. In his eyes Dabi’s the most gorgeous person he’s ever met and is unable to understand Dabi’s jokes about his appearance.

Hawks sees the sky in Dabi’s eyes, Dabi sees the sunset at golden hour in Hawks’. They could stare in each other’s eyes for hours.

Dabi realizing Hawks is definitely very different from his public persona. He loves that Hawks is so calm but has such a sharp mind; most of all, he’s surprised he actually cares about people. He’s the only true hero he’s ever known.

Dabi not taking any bullshit facade from Hawks and pushing him again and again until Hawks finally understands and breaks from his shakles and riots against the Commission. (Best flavour).

Dabi always brings one of Hawks’ feathers with him. Pre-PLF he used to keep it in his coat’s pockets, but when they lived at the villa he has around his neck as a necklace, like a declaration.

Same for Hawks, who switches his trademark ruby studs with turquoise ones, even outside the villa, when he’s on patrol.

Hawks isn’t ashamed of his bird traits, he’s just not used to indulging in them. Dabi’s shocked when he finds out and absolutely loves them to the moon and back, both when Hawks softly trills and chirps during cuddles, and when they’re in bed.

Hawks getting super protective over Dabi when he's in feral mode or during a fight, shielding him with his wings and snarling at their opponents, while Dabi thinks it's fucking hot.

Hawks helping Dabi touching up his roots without ever asking anything and taking care of his staples and scars; Dabi helps Hawks preen his wings (finds it relaxing too!). Also, he gives a killer back massage with his warm hands.

I just love that their story unfolds in winter, bc Hawks hates the cold and is drawn to Dabi’s warmth. He could doze off just laying with his head in Dabi’s lap, surrounded by his warmth. The best’s at night, when they sleep together and Hawks drapes his wing over Dabi’s body.

Hawks has freckles, your honor. Dabi counts them absentmindedly every time they’re close to each other and Hawks isn’t watching (already asleep, staring at the city on a rooftop etc)

Once they're comfortable enough with each other, they become super cuddly. Also, Hawks’s wings unconsciously and lightly brush against Dabi or almost-wrap around him when they’re close together, even when they’re in public.

Nicknames! Birdie/pretty bird/angel/dove/hot stuff. They barely use each other's names when they’re talking to each other. Hawks can understand Dabi’s mood by which one he uses and how he pronounces it.

Postwar, Hawks visits Touya when he’s recovering at the hospital. Doesn’t dare to hold his hand though. He doesn’t even talk to him, but is unable to stay away from him while his heart clenches. He still feels guilty. 

Hawks fully supports Touya’s recovery and therapy but still doesn’t dare to actually address anything until Touya just has enough, pulls him close and kisses him.

NSFW

UNHINGED HAWKS AND DABI HAS THE BONER OF A LIFETIME WHEN HE SEES THE BIRD GO TOTALLY FERAL

Dabi has a feather/wing kink obvs.

They’re each other sex awakening. Literally neither of them had ever thought about sex before meeting each other. After their first hook-up they’re wrecked and can’t get enough. Yes, it evolves from just sex to porn with feelings™

Dabi loves giving head more than receiving it. He knows he’s good but the way Hawks writhes and moans and pulls him close by his hair has his mind swimming and blank. He could come just by blowing Hawks.

Hawks cherishes every part of Dabi. Covers him in kisses and, similar to Dabi’s in the previous hc, loves eating him out.

@electrozookie infected me with “Dabi has a split tongue” brainrot (alternatively his tongue’s pierced) and Hawks fucking loves it.

When Hawks bottoms, their favourite position is the cowgirl: Dabi loves watching Hawks bouncing on him but especially looks at his spread wings, how they quiver in sync with each movement + this way they can both look at each other’s face.

Involuntary (and not) Dabi leaves burn prints on Hawks’ hips and tights and smoke rises from the seams of his scars when he’s near the climax. Hawks finds it insanely hot.

[magpiesbones]

I’ve never read or watched bnha (mostly because fanservice give me hives) but I am adjacent enough and have friends who are obsessed with it and. FRANKLY. it is CRIMINAL that bnha has the Most Interesting Character Setup Of All Time and then wastes her.

I am talking about Todoroki Fuyumi, of course. She should, logically, be the main character.

She should be the main character, for ease of writing and plot, because she is THE CLOSEST to almost all themes while being enough of an outsider to allow for some exposition. She also lives a thematically insane life. And she’s a side character! At best! HOW.

like okay first off: she has been a failure since birth, and not for gender reasons but for OTHER REASONS inherent to her genetics. Fantastic setup to explore parental neglect. She has been the mother figure in a survival mode family since her mother was institutionalized. How old could she really have been, ten? Thirteen at the most? THESE THINGS FUCK PEOPLE UP. You could have explored the ways in which Fuyumi believes that because she is ignored, if everyone else tried they too could escape physical abuse, which is, you know, a fucked up way to think. Eldest daughter syndrome to the maximum. Not only that but she literally knows her father is capable of pushing her siblings so hard they die. This is fucked up knowledge to have. We could have explored atypical responses to abuse.

She has very close experience with the idea that actually not all Heroes are good people, yet still believes in the institution. Incredibly thematically dense there. We can also connect this back to her home dynamic— Heroism isn’t a flawed system, criminals just need to try harder, like her siblings maybe, and Not Get Attention. This could be INCREDIBLY GOOD.

I’m frankly unclear on whether or not Dabi is her twin or not. Either way, what better plot twist is ‘our father’s abuse made my brother a villain and almost killed him’ I think this would definitely fuck her up a little. Or a lot. More than she was already, you see. Also, the sheer amount of parallels you could make in this situation. None of them were ever considered because the mangaka thinks women are ineffective and More Background Of Characters Than Men, but the possibilities are endless. I’m envisioning a situation where she realizes that Dabi does the same shit as her father thus rendering the hero/villain dichotomy essentially meaningless, and/or confronts Either Of Them with this information. That would require Fuyumi to have had character development enough to confront someone, and bc she is Fawn Response The Character, probably unlikely.

I am Very Much Aware that Fuyumi has a quirk and the quirk is Ice, not very powerful, etc. but how fucked up would it be if SHE got all for one and kept it Very Much A Secret. Fuyumi is now pitted against her littlest brother and discovering her Inner Potential For Extreme Violence at the same time, something that has no potential at all for going very very badly. Please picture this with me: Fuyumi is making dinner for the brother who they BOTH know is pitted against All Mights Successor, whoever they may be, and he is telling her all about his quirkless friend who is breaking records at his school etc etc. and she knows that once he graduates their father will put him against her in the publicity battle to the death, which she has decided she is Very Very Mad About. However I honestly think this shouldn’t happen. Quirk transference should be treated like a Later plot twist after you really get Used to the idea that a quirk is Inherent and unchangeable. This should shake her DEEPLY and ideally she should learn About All For One after the Hawks Reveal (child trafficking).

I don’t know if it’s canon whether or not Natsuo has a quirk. If he doesn’t this effectively renders Midoriya’s character moot, because here is a MUCH closer way to talk about quirklessness in this society. What’s Fuyumi’s take on this as de facto mother. What’s Fuyumi’s take on this as abused child? lots to think about.

The whole Eugenics Thing that endeavor is doing is pretty glossed over in the manga to my understanding. It is however SO fucked up, first of all, and second of all. The Implications this has on Fuyumi as endeavors only child (Canonically) capable of bearing children. How powerful is her quirk actually? Is she as powerful as Dabi but with ice? Would she ever let her father know if she was (was she hiding her power deliberately or subconsciously)? Do we think he was arranging her marriage before Shouto was born and he had his own success. What are Fuyumi’s thoughts on this whole Thing. I think Fuyumi would have a VERY nuanced take on abortion rights and no fault divorce.

What does Midoriya Izuku have? Plot armour? The power of friendship? A heroics hyperfixation? Does canon have a singular consistent theme tied to Midoriya, In Particular?

I realize that most of the fandom fucking hates Fuyumi, sometimes more than endeavor (why?), but she seems to be someone both Very selfless (she’s a teacher (I think), presumably salaried, who still lives in her parents house with her underage and severely abused brother and the abusive father, despite having the means and the societal pressure to move out) and VERY aware of the Power Dynamics in that house. Whether or not she genuinely believes that her brothers could manage to make peace with their father or if that is a peacemaking tactic, she’s clearly got Some Thoughts about her duty, responsibility in general, et cetera, that would have been literally fascinating to explore. Storytellingwise, I think it would be fascinating if this started as a genuine beleif that she had some character development about and then began using as a coping mechanism until she got enough character development to actually experience anger.

Just HOW do you accidentally create a character with THIS MUCH potential and then completely ignore her except as (it sounds like) a minor antagonist to a secondary protagonist. When she is SO perfectly placed to be the protagonist, in a fun little antihero type of way.

[slexenskee]

hello!! i was rereading mdnsy and started wondering why you always use 'gojo' instead of satoru while naming him in his own pov. is there a reason for it?

sorry I'm not answering this privately but I do get asked this a lot so I figured it's better to just keep it out there 😅

A bunch of reasons swinging from random preference, literary/readability, and plot/characterization. Preference - idk for whatever reason A LOT of jjk fics refer to him exclusively as Gojo. I think that's bc a lot of them have him as a mc but its not from his POV, or its someone else's (usually Yuuji). I got into the habit of referring to him as Gojo in my head after reading it so much lol.

Which kinda leads me into Plot - that kinda stuck with me and in the end I ended up characterizing Gojo in my head as someone who has outrageously uncontrolled and untreated identity issues lmao. He was literally born as some fated sorcerer and his entire personal identity was intrinsically tied to being the Six Eyes holder. No one in his life looked at him as 'Satoru', he was always the Gojo heir and the Six Eyes holder. From a young age that's how he saw himself - reinforced by the fact I imagine he was probably almost always referred to as 'young master Gojo' by everyone in his life. He doesn't seem to have any kind of relationship with his parents in canon, so idk honestly who in his life would have been close enough to call him Satoru, at least not until high school. So Gojo himself doesn't even see himself as Satoru. Frankly if he had to pick a 'persona' that he truly identifies with, it would be his title 'The Honored One', but the weight of using just 'Gojo' with all its history and legacy (six eyes, clan, etc) is a close second.

This is also why he has no issue going from Touya, Dabi, Six Eyes, Satoru, and Ru-kun interchangeably in the story. They're all both aspects of his identity and also not really titles he identifies with at all, so he doesn't really care what people call him.

!!! ok somewhat spoiler-ish, but this is an intentional plot device that is meant to change as he grows in the story and starts to come to terms with himself as a human and not just the Gojo clan's lauded Six Eyes holder.

There's a part in one of (?) the next few chapters where he's asked directly what name he prefers, and he says 'You can call me Touya if you like, but I prefer Satoru'. A very different and more intentional response than the one he had in the last chapter where Nighteye asked what to call him and he was just like 'uhhh Six Eyes I guess since I'm here as a hero? idk lol'

Eventually he'll finally get to the point where he stops seeing himself as just the living avatar of the 'Honored One/current Six Eyes holder' and actually as Satoru, the person. Buuttttt idk if I'll ever stop calling him Gojo in his POV though, for the reason below ~

As for readability and a literary device - there are so many POVs in this fic and all of them call Gojo something different: Dabi for most, Touya for Fuyumi/Natsuo, Ru-kun for Katsuki, Satoru for Yui/the band, Six Eyes thrown in every once in a while. And all those POVs will change what they refer to him as depending on context, like sometimes Hawks thinks of him as Satoru, other times as Dabi. I wanted Gojo's POV to be very obviously removed from all his various names. Gojo's POV is the only POV where he's referred to by one name only.

[inkykeiji]

ok wild concept but hear me out. i have been obsessed with your touya-nii fics for. i literally sprouted on sunday but ive been a dabi seedling for a while now. but the point is that im a frequent flyer. now i say all this to talk about how i recently re-read the keigo addition to that series and this could honestly be a product of his newest imagery BUT I DIGRESS the important thing is hear me out again

so keigo naturally knows that touya is involved with his sister but touya also doesnt share outside of natsu. but ive been thinking right? what if its not always just touya’s sister as an individual that he’s attracted to? like yes he thinks she’s pretty and when he can get a round in, he finds her incredibly hot. but WHAT IF its more about the taboo dynamic and he’s projecting??? like WHAT IF keigo has his own little sister? raised beside him at the orphanage and the two of them are close but depending on your take of modern keigo, id imagine the first few years before they settled were rough. and like kei loves them, like so so much. thats his everything, like if it would only be them at the end of the world he’d be satisfied

but deep down he feels like guilty about it? like thats his sibling yknow and he knows the stigma would weigh the two of you down and he’s never wanted anything more than to see her fly high on her own aspirations. and tbh he was getting over all that. he truly was growing out of that stage. but then he met touya’s sister and all that ‘get yourself right’ shit just went out of the window. bc he’s just there witnessing in 4K while touya and his sister are just like together?? the way they share each other’s space, the way touya responds to her coos. and like he knows it doesnt take rocket science for anyone to figure out that the two of them are so obviously fucking on the side but he’s just like yo no one cares??

and i think that just like makes him spiral and he just starts craving what touya has literally bc he thinks he can never have it. bc when he catches her in the moment all fuckout out in the head, just sometimes she’ll whimper out kei-nii and he just blows his whole load

and yeah, sorry for the rambling. i just think that kei is just like why cant i have that too? and low key i think dabi knows

and yeah with that im back on to my sunday agenda. and i would your latest reply so delicious that it refueled my week and im looking forward to what comes next!! hope you’re having a great week 🌱

oooh okay so!!! this keigo actually reminds me a lot of my tag you’re it keigo, because he kind of feels the same way about his (flesh n blood) lil sister.

but anyway i digress!!! this is a really interesting idea and it is RIPE for keigo angst. i definitely do think that keigo being around touya + his lil sister with such frequency possibly would wear down his desire to be a Good Big Brother and foster a hunger to finally act on his impulses. it’s a slow erosion of his barely existent morals, but it’s constant, and envy is one hell of a monster. envy gnaws on his conscience, envy devours his common sense, envy hollows out the pit of his already empty stomach with jade claws and gnashing teeth, making room for his compulsion to fester, rot, grow.

and touya 100% knows, because touya can read almost everyone around him like a children’s storybook. and touya loves it. because touya loves flaunting what he has, what others don’t; touya loves knowing that people wish they were him. so touya turns up the PDA to fucking eleven, just to make keigo’s blood itch with want, just to watch keigo shift and squirm and avert his eyes only to bounce back and stare brazenly merely half a second later.

this really only rubs salt in the wound, nurtures the disgusting desire tangling in keigo’s tummy and ensures that it thrives.

[truelyaccuracy]

Here is My ShigaDabi Magnum Opus

Let me explain: neither of them want to be lil spoon, but Dabi doesn’t want to be the big spoon either whereas Tomura does, cue small bickering.

Barrows n lends: doesn’t need to be explained- kinda obv I mean look at Tomura taking that heroes cape bc he was cold 🤷 it’s all there.

Pet Names: Lets be honest (at least for me bc I look at a rly canon point of view of shigadabi) They wouldnt use or like it- at all. Also it would just be laughed/cringed at. Basically they would never. Unless you call their name calling “pet names” which I can definitely see. I actually have list for what they call each other— anyway-

Introverted n extroverted: Shig is obviously an introvert and Dabi is an extrovert in an introvert role

Affection through words/actions: They do it both through actions. For example, Dabi burning Toga’s house down or giving twice a high five. Shig with his whole fighting for one another and trying his best so that the league can get what they want (also compress with sushi) Tomura is more likely to say words of affection or at least close to it other then Dabi.

Waits for confession: It takes awhile, Shigaraki catches feelings first but doesn’t say anything and Dabi takes a bit to foster feelings. He would eventually notice and would wait awhile to confess because he wants to mess with him.

Bugs: Dabi doesn’t scream but wouldn’t kill it- he’d just move to the other room whereas Shig without hesitation would just squish it

Drivers License: Dabi was confirmed to have a incense in the Smash comics by Kurogiri - “I would be driving if i had a license” which means(and its very obvious) Tomura doesnt have one. This is in the kidnapping Bakugo pt2 chapter I think

Who cooks: Tomura probably never cooked for himself since he had Kurogiri and if he did it would be instant and or bland food. And note - just because Dabi can cook doesn’t mean he’d make dinner, which is why he’s leaning away from that side.

Loves/dislikes PDA: It’s different because as said before, it’s in their actions, not necessarily romantic but they do like it - I mean who wouldn’t like receiving a nomu or two?

Overprotective/chill going: Why would they be overprotective? They both believe in each other’s abilities and they’re honestly the same way towards each other as they were before the relationship

Has no relationship experience: they both lack that, 1. Tomura was basically a shut in and on the internet most of his life, probably never cared bout getting into a relationship. Whilst Dabi was on the streets most of his life and had his mind set on his goals and just trying to survive (in and out of jobs around his late teens) Dabi knows absolutely nothing about relationships in the smash comics, so its literally oblivious.

[shigarakisdumbwhore]

The League of Villains In A Relationship w/ You

A/N: the reader goes by she/her in this specific headcannon. I wanted to do more for Spinner and Mr. Compress but i didn't really know what else to add, i apologize.

Warnings: toxic relationship dynamics, slight NSFW, suggestive

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Shigaraki

I hate everyone but you trope

possessive

affectionate in a nonchalant way

always has his arm around your waist

pulls you in close to him and then will look down and smile at you

a cocky you're mine type of smile

all kinds of pet names like princess, darling, baby, babe, etc

will show you off to others as a way of possession

"my princess", "my girl", "my baby", "my darling"

always pulls you to sit on his lap

will also play with your hair as you sit there

lots of gaming together

(he gets pretty competitive but it's cute)

Dabi

jealous

very possessive

wants nobody to look at you

is very afraid of losing you

very clingy but acts like he's not

denies anything about being jealous or clingy of you though

is pretty insecure behind the scenes

gets angry and aggressive if he sees another guy check you out or flirt with you

sometimes he'll just stare them down

when going to bed, he'll start off distant. but throughout the night he'll slide his way over to you and hold you while you sleep

lots of kissing you in public if he feels like his relationship is being threatened

opens up A LOT once he trusts you

in the beginning he acted like a huge asshole

but once he realized you were there to stay, he let it all open up

it was slow but now he was completely vulnerable

he loves it and hates it at the same time because of his abandonment and trust issues

you're the only one he truly trusts

has his head on your lap as you play with his hair

late night texts and calls

especially between 3 am and 5 am

Toga

always holding your hand, super tight

very clingy

likes to tell you stories about her day

always plays with your hair

loves to braid it and brush it

she'll even put little clips in and bows

always does the stereotypical highschool girl sleepovers w/ you bc she never really got that growing up

nails, make-up, hair, all that stuff

she's very cuddly and always looking to be held

lots of days where you two just don't do anything besides exist in each other's presence

this is nice bc she can be reading some new magazine as you watch tv

she'll be laying across your lap and occasionally show you highlights that she enjoyed

sharing clothes

Spinner

always takes you on very simple dates

playing games together a lot

Twice

laying in his arms while he holds the phone to watch YouTube gaming videos

he's a lot softer than you would have expected

very strong beliefs about heros and Stain that he talks about a lot

very affectionate with words

makes sure to remind you all the time that he loves you A LOT

cute little notes and gifts left behind for you to find

lights your cigarette for you

you'll turn and catch him smiling, admiring you

always talks greatly about you to others

on lazy days, he'll lay down with his arm around you while you read a book

very touchy and clingy

always has to have an arm around you

he also loves to show you off and let everyone know you're his girl

Mr. Compress

always calls or texts to check up on you and make sure you're good

you two are like two little giggling children

never a dull moment when you two are together

always goofy

likes to show you little tricks

teaches you how to do some of the simpler ones

some he doesn't tell you because his excuse is a magician never reveals his tricks

he liked you once he first saw you and did a few to impress you

ride or die for you completely