#;;[ dabi's like : lemme reach for you like hang-guy does

[ku-ro-kai]

Darling, you’re different

Woke up in the middle of night thinking about dabi as a plug yesterday, wrote a fanfic about it during my entire day at school

edit made by me : )

Your usual plug wasn’t responding,using excuses to go pick up his kids or his baby mother was giving him a hard time. This was the time to be looking for a new plug for sure but how the fuck are you supposed to find one in the first place,camie was your best friend who smoked weed and was a blonde bimbo, she invited you over to smoke with her and offer you a new plug

“You made it! Come smoke a dub with me right quick then we’re gonna go meet him okay” she pulled you into her car

Camie was holding your hand walking through apartment complexs "your sure you know where this guy is?" " of course, he's been my plug for 3 years, he hot too" she stopped at a door and knocked "ever fucked him?" the door opened to a Raven haired man littered in tattoos, piercings ranging to black to silver, gray sweatpants hanging from his waist and a black T-shirt."You brought me a new client" she wasn't lying about him being hot.

His place was pretty tidy for a drug dealer "you can call me dabi by the way, camie gave you my number yet?" his eyes were like pools, you didn't have the guys to look him in the eyes "no" you said in a soft tone, he reached his hand "lemme see your phone for a second baby" you handed it to him "remember my apartment number is 306,don't forget because I'm only telling you once" "yes sir" he looked at you handing you back your phone "you don't have to hit me with that formal shit babe" "sorry,right" he chuckled walking to a hallway "camie come to the back with me" camie grabbed her bag walking to the back but she peaked her head out "I'll be right out, wait in the car for me".

"How long is it gonna take her to get some weed!" after that you heard a knock to the window "what the fuck!" dabi waved with a shit eating smile "fuck you!" ,you saw camie unlock the doors as she she was limping over "scoot over" dabi picked you by your waist and got in the passenger seat "dabi,what the hell are you doing" " what does it look like, gotta go to work" "yeah I see that but not with me on top of you, we might get pulled over" he slapped your shoulders pulling you back on his chest" not if you sit up like that, just enjoy the car ride for a few" you tried to get out of his arms but he was way stronger than you thought "come on camie back me up!" she put the keys in the ignition "he job is right around the corner (name) , trust me you'll be fine" you just relaxed in his hold. "Why are you so warm"

You shuffled neck to side of his shoulder "hot box" he didn't really smell like weed, more like ashes and feminine perfume "you smell weird" he bit your earlobe "pretty rude for someone who couldn't even look me in the eyes" you felt embarrassed, you just stayed quiet the entire time.

"See you next time,Blondie and you again?" you tried to ignore him but you spit out "(name)" he pulled your ear "how about sugar tits since you have-" "hell no!" camie leaned forward waving "bye dabi!" he stuck his tongue out, he had three piercings going in a straight line"you like what you see" you smiled rolling up your window "no".

"Hey you ever get the weed?" camie turned to you "of course but I didn't come for just the weed" she winked at you, you connected the dots in your head "you pay him with sex!?" "hear me out, free weed, good dick, hot boy blows my back out what's not to like?" you just rolled your eyes at her"let's just spark up before you go home"

-Next day-

Camie was too busy hungover from all the alcohol she decided to drink when she got home so you just did this on your own, can't be that hard can it?

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You : hey

Dabi: what is it sugar tits

You : how much for a gram and stop calling me that

Dabi: A 20 and no ;)

You: fine,I'll be over

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You knocked on the door twice, before you could pull out your money he dragged you inside "the hell?" catching yourself from stumbling over the mat "I was in the middle of rolling up" he was naked and wet, you could see his tattoos covered in certain areas,his stomach,his v-line,even his legs, only thing covering him was a black towel "put some clothes on first" "last time I checked it's my house so walking around naked shouldn't be your little concern babe" you were always annoyed by this asshole, how can camie do it. You looked in your bag twice, still couldn't see it, dumped out all belongings, nowhere to be found "where's the money?" dabi spoke walking in with some jeans on but still shirtless also he was holding a plastic wrap bag of weed, you let out a soft breath of air "I lost my wallet" he just stared at with bored eyes before busting out laughing "your being dead serious aren't you!" he rubbed his hand through his hair "look I'm sorry for wasting your time dabi, can I just pay you back next time " he shook his head throwing you the bag of weed "this is on the house except for one favor" "I'm not fucking you" the expression painted on your face let you knew exactly what he wanted "damn your good at reading people or what" "camie told me she pays you with sex so she can get free weed, don't lie either she was limping when she walked out your apartment" he smiled leaning against the wall next to the hallway "how do you expect to get it free then? Paying for it tomorrow isn't gonna cover how much I put in the bag for you sugar tits" she he was right this was way more than a gram" so what's it gonna be, you leaving empty handed or limping with weed in hand".

You heard a lighter flash on and off "you on a pill or something because I don't like pulling out" he was sitting on the couch smoking the blunt he just rolled a couple minutes ago "yeah,I have some at my house" he started unzipping his pants "come here" you walked off undressing yourself but keeping your shirt on "it's you hiding your tits for me" he pats his thigh signalling you to sit on his lap. "Open" "what?" "your mouth sugar tits" you slowly opened your mouth, he took two fingers shoving them down your throat "your not wet enough for me"he finally took his fingers out of your mouth "why do you say that.." "I'm to big and definitely haven't been stretched out, piercings might rip a new hole in you" piercings? He reached down taking off your panties in one tug,he turned you facing his wall with you against his back "what your last dude's dick size" that is really personal "A 6 I think" he opened your folds looking at some slickness beginning to gather "did he make you cum?" "no" he showed you a bright grin, placing a thumb on your clit, rubbing circles into it "a clit piercing would look good on you" he left a kiss on your cheek. "Your ready" dabi turned you back around facing him,"hold this for me baby" he pushed his blunt between your lips, he pulled his pants down by his ankles, there was ball piercings going down his length.

You held on to his shoulder for comfort, your walls weren't used to this feeling however dabi wasn't moving, too busy taking small puffs from his blunt with his head leaned back into the sofa "your a great cockwarmer sugar tits" he lifted his head back up "ever shotgun?" "No?" he grabbed you by your shirt pulling you into a kiss, you inhaled the smoke up your nostrils "your a good kisser" dabi gripped your ass, the friction of the piercings against your walls had you clenching down every thrust, dabi had no true goal besides aiming for that special spot, this position at any rate wasn't gonna him nowhere close though.In the meantime you were leaving small moans here and there, you didn't wanna give dabi that satisfaction of making you cum so easily, suddenly dabi got up off the couch immediately turning toward the couch, you could feel his cock poking your ass,eventually he pulled both your arms,sinking back into your velvet walls.

Dabi forced your face into the plushy part of the leather couch,although you promised yourself to contain your moans, dabi was ruthlessly rutting himself into you,he was progressively becoming more rough with his thrusts, your eyesight became dark blurs,you knew were close to cumming.

There was a sharp pain on your shoulder, you looked over to find dabi biting down on you, you felt his thumb rub against your clit,afterward that was the last push to send you overboard. Dabi came after you

You lazily slouched down,coming from your high, dabi left hickies on your neck to your shoulders before calling out "Wanna spark up before round 2"

Thank you for reading :) - I don't know what came over me for writing this to be honest . Though him progressively becoming an asshole was my main goal at some point. Follow me for more❤️

[handyhandman]

Turns out it would be a while before everyone would join back up with them, so Dabi uses that as an excuse to go have a smoke. He needs to think, but it seems that he isn't allowed the luxury. Shigaraki comes stalking after him, having completely different things in mind.

"You stayed," is what Shigaraki thinks constitutes as a greeting.

"Yeah. And?"

"You didn't have to."

Dabi sighs. Good thing he has another thing to divert his attention to, if even for a second. He takes a long drag of his cigarette as he tries ignoring how Shigaraki keeps staring at him. Well, a few truths wouldn't hurt, right?

"I didn't have anywhere to go."

"You really didn't?"

"Really."

Shigaraki looks him up and down, and Dabi tries not imagining whatever face he's making under The Hand. Well, Dabi supposes he should get used to Shigaraki's staring. If only he didn't hate the color red so much.

Soon enough, Dabi's cigarette is nearly gone, and Shigaraki still hasn't left. What does Shigaraki even want? His company? Who even would? Is he just cold again? Is Dabi dead and this is some weird... Well, Dabi wouldn't call it punishment, per say. Not completely, anyway.

If Dabi really thinks about it, though, there’s only one real reason why Shigaraki came after him. Fine. Dabi closes his eyes and takes a final drag of his cigarette. Then, he looks at Shigaraki out of the corner of his eyes.

Responsibility, responsibility... If it were up to Dabi, all he’d do is smoke, smoke, and smoke.

"So... Lemme guess. You really wanna talk about how you crawled in my lap and made out with me?"

"...You got it." Fuck. "Don’t go acting like you didn’t kiss me back, though."

Well, Shigaraki has a point. And the remainder of the cigarette turns to ashes. Great.

Dabi automatically reaches for another cigarette, but Shigaraki catches his wrist. Dabi could always reach out with his other hand, but what if Shigaraki grabs that one too?

"Dabi."

Shigaraki's tone is simple: Pay attention to me.

Now if Dabi's heart rate spikes, Shigaraki will be able to feel it. Nice. Just wonderful. And seeing as it already is...

"I did, yeah." And if Shigaraki creeps any closer, Dabi'll be kissing The Hand. "But I'm asking you why you did it."

"I wanted to, and you didn't stop me. You could've."

Well, Dabi has to hand it to Shigaraki. He knows how to take initiative. Well, he’d better, considering he’s officially the leader. Still...

Dabi really needs a smoke. He risks reaching with his free hand, but just as he predicted, Shigaraki grabs that wrist, too. Not before removing his morbid mask, though. On second thought, maybe it would be better if he put it back on.

Shigaraki pins Dabi's wrists and presses close to him. His eyes are still bloodshot, rimmed red, and a few of the deep scars Shigaraki has are even red-

Dabi really, really hates the color red.

"Yeah, like how I can stop you right now?"

Dabi hates the color red so much that he would cover it again and again, for years and years on end. He'll continue to do so, too.

Shigaraki sighs, lets go of Dabi’s wrists, and draws back. It’s only by a small bit, but it's still more than Dabi expected. Shigaraki waves his hands in front of him before lowering them.

"I'm actually impressed at how good you are at saying one thing but feeling another." It isn't a good thing, and Shigaraki's tone echoes Dabi's thoughts. "I can't do that."

"You look more annoyed to me," Dabi says wryly.

"Yeah, I’m annoyed, too." Shigaraki gives him a watered down version of his glare, because it's more frustrated than malicious. He has to know how dumb this entire situation is. "Especially since I felt your pulse."

Considering how Shigaraki could kill him in an instant just by touching him... Whatever. Shigaraki is too smart and would be able to see right through that excuse, regardless of it being partially true. The real root is...

"Your heart was pounding earlier, too," Shigaraki continues. "I felt it against your neck."

Oh. Dabi sighs. Does he even have any face left to save? Well, he'll try regardless.

"We aren't kids, Shigaraki. If you wanna kiss again, just say it. It isn't even that big of a deal, and honestly..." Shigaraki's narrow at that. Damn, he might've gotten away with a little lie if Shigaraki hadn't literally checked his pulse. "...Either way, I don't care."

"...You're right." Then maybe don't glare at him? "If this feels weird, then we don’t have to acknowledge this again. But if it doesn't... Well, you’ll help me decide."

So, for whatever reason, Shigaraki wants to kiss him, and this is his method of going about it. At least he's being given a choice, though. When Dabi doesn't make a move or make any objections, Shigaraki takes a step toward him. They don't have a massive height difference, so all Shigaraki really has to do is tilt his head up for them to kiss. When he does that, Dabi raises a hand. Shigaraki's eyes quite understandably narrow- He probably isn't used to someone telling him no.

Well, that's a scary thought.

"Hang on a minute. I've got an idea. You wanna try shotgunning with me? We can see if your voice can get even creepier."

Shigaraki is silent for a moment, and that gives Dabi enough time to take a shot in the dark- Nobody has ever approached Shigaraki, nor has he approached anybody else. If he's right, that only makes this whole thing even stranger.

"...Even the way you flirt is annoying," he concedes.

Dabi shrugs. "Gonna take that as a yes."

Shigaraki finally lets him move and grab another cigarette. Dabi doesn’t need a lighter since he can double as one, so he lights it by pressing it against his bottom lip. Shigaraki's eyes widen for a second as Dabi twirls the cigarette around in his fingers back to the proper position.

Dabi could do that any time Shigaraki kissed him. Hopefully that's a startling revelation of some kind.

"When I take a drag and move my hand, then we can kiss," Dabi says, unable to keep from grinning. "It’s kinda like that weird thing you did with the potato chips."

"...I was so sleep deprived that I combined everything I wanted to do at once," is Shigaraki's excuse.

"Yeah... Figured."

Dabi takes a deep drag of the cigarette, and Shigaraki's gaze flickers back and forth. Obviously, he wouldn't know what to do, but he leans up anyway. Just before Shigaraki kisses him, Dabi opens his mouth, and he has the pleasure of watching Shigaraki's eyes widen as he inhales the smoke.

"Dabi," Shigaraki growls before moving his hands to grasp Dabi's shoulders.

Shigaraki's voice is suddenly so deep and raspy that it makes Dabi pause. Oh. Oh no. Dabi angles his face back and takes another drag. Shigaraki chases after him, and it's amazing how much control he has. Only his middle and ring fingers are digging into Dabi's shoulders. The rest of his fingers are sticking straight up.

It's kind of...

Dabi takes another drag, but Shigaraki still leans in again. He makes it difficult for Dabi to lean back every time. The fourth time, Shigaraki comes centimeters from kissing him. Dabi barely evades in time. Upon Dabi's fifth drag, Shigaraki reaches up and disintegrates the cigarette right in Dabi's hand.

"Hey--"

Then that hand cups Dabi's face and drags him into a kiss.

It doesn't feel weird. It's full of smoke of course, and it's a wonder Shigaraki isn't coughing. Maybe he's just that frustrated. Shigaraki's lips are chapped, and he's so persistent and insistent that it shouldn't feel good at all, but Dabi leans into it anyway. It really doesn't feel weird at all. It might be better if it did...

Dabi presses a hand against the back of Shigaraki's neck and deepens the kiss. Shigaraki groans into it, and it's lower, rougher, and... Damn. Dabi opens his mouth, and Shigaraki angles his face a bit and inhales the smoke. His eyes water a bit, and Dabi has to laugh, but Shigaraki still isn't coughing. He's somehow powering through it. It's admirable, really.

It might be better if Dabi just thought the smoke made Shigaraki's voice creepier. It might be better if he thought it was creepy at all. Dabi wraps his other arm around Shigaraki's waist, and Shigaraki makes a low sound into the kiss that the smoke definitely influenced. Dabi can't deny it anymore.

It's hot.

Damn it.

Dabi just has to be attracted to the guy who literally has Dabi's life in his hands every time he touches him. The guy who if you look up the word for crust in the dictionary would be in one of the example sentences. That's the guy who's kissing him right now and who Dabi doesn't actually mind kissing. That's the guy who's brushing a hand across Dabi's chest and plucking his fingers across his staples. That's the guy who Dabi is wondering actually tastes like without all the smoke and blood.

That's just wonderful.

But just as Dabi is starting to taste something beyond the blood and smoke, Shigaraki jerks back and starts coughing. Dabi bites back a laugh as Shigaraki coughs into his hand. Well, Shigaraki pulled through a lot longer than Dabi expected him to.

"That..." Shigaraki trails off as he falls back into a coughing fit. Without thinking, Dabi rubs Shigaraki's back. Shigaraki stops coughing and stares up at him in confusion, and Dabi quickly withdraws his hand. Shigaraki opens his mouth and mumbles something, but since Dabi can't understand it...

"It wasn't weird," Dabi finishes for him as he rubs the back of his neck.

The rubbing might have been, though. Shigaraki's thin, barely present eyebrows furrow, but he nods in agreement.

"Again," Shigaraki rasps out. "I wanna do this again."

Dabi lowers his arm and nods.

"Yeah. Me too."

Shigaraki lingers long after he's gathered his breath. He takes a place beside Dabi, because he apparently doesn't know how to read the damn mood. Or maybe he doesn't care. At the very least, he puts The Hand back on his face. He pulls out his cellphone after, but there's something eating at Dabi.

"So you were just pretending to be asleep, huh?"

Shigaraki glances over at him. "So what if I was?"

"Were you even trying? Even if Kurogiri hadn’t busted you, all the noises you made already did. How long were you awake, anyway?"

Shigaraki sighs. Dabi holds at least some precedence over whatever he was going to do next, because Shigaraki turns the screen off. Not enough for Dabi to know whatever it was, though. That's fine.

"Long enough to know you don’t want anyone to know anything about you."

"It’s difficult for me to open up." Dabi runs a finger over one of his staples and makes a poor attempt to loosen it. It doesn’t budge. Too bad. "Keep it up, and you’ll have no choice but to rip my secrets outta me if you want anything."

Shigaraki won’t stop staring at them. If he isn’t looking Dabi dead in the eyes, he’s ogling his staples. And when Shigaraki’s visible eye darkening makes his heart race and his stomach tighten in anticipation rather than fear, he knows just how screwed he is. He is absolutely, utterly, and completely screwed.