#And I only caught up when Dabi's dance happened

[thyandrawrites]

I want to have faith Horikoshi’s knows what he’s doing but… I can’t. I just can’t. All his writing decisions lately just make me cringe.

I think that's understandable. You didn't ask for advice, but if you were to accept it, I'd suggest taking a break from the manga for a while. In the past few years I've taken breaks too when I felt my frustrations mounting, and it helped me get some distance from the writing and find again my love for the characters and the story overall. Sometimes that works, sometimes it doesn't, but for stuff like this, that plays out in the long term, I find that it's sometimes easier to process a whole arc at once. If you follow it week by week, you spend months worrying about how things will fall into place, or dragging your feet as months go by without the plot going where you see it going eventually. It makes the frustration a lot harder to bear imho

[doumadono]

Synopsis: Dabi finds unexpected solace and love in the arms of an ordinary woman he once saved, proving that even the darkest hearts can find their way home

A/N: this episode left me heartbroken for my poor Touya, so I decided to treat him with love he deserves. I'm utterly sad 😢

MY HERO ACADEMIA MASTERLIST - PART II

The wind whipped through Dabi's hair as he stood atop an abandoned building, leaning against the edge of the rooftop with his hands stuffed deep into his coat pockets. The city below was a mess of flickering neon signs and honking traffic, a world that moved on, unaware of the moments happening above it. For once, the usually calm and collected villain felt a knot in his stomach — a nervousness he hadn’t experienced in years. He hated this. Hated how you, a mere ordinary citizen, managed to make him feel things he thought were long dead inside him. But he couldn’t help it. He couldn’t help the way his pulse quickened when he thought about you.

"She’s not gonna come," he muttered to himself, voice rough, filled with doubt. He almost scoffed at the idea of you agreeing to this date. Why would you? You were sweet, kind, and everything he was not. And he… well, he was Dabi, the infamous villain with a reputation that made grown men tremble. It was laughable, really.

But then, like a flicker of light in the darkness, he heard footsteps approaching from the stairwell. He turned his head sharply, heart pounding in his ears. And there you were, panting softly from the climb, with that same fire in your eyes that had caught his attention months ago.

The first time you met him, you’d been terrified.

You were on your way home after a long shift at the café, your feet aching and your mind foggy with exhaustion. The streets were eerily quiet, shadows stretching under the dim streetlights, and an unsettling feeling crept up your spine. You pulled your jacket tighter around yourself, trying to shake off the chill, but it only deepened when you glanced back and saw him — a violent drunk man, staggering and leering, closing in on you.

“Hey,” he slurred, his breath reeking of cheap liquor, “why you in such a hurry, sweetheart?”

Panic constricted your throat, and you picked up your pace, desperately hoping he’d lose interest. But just as you thought you might be safe, you felt it — a rough hand gripping your wrist, yanking you back with an iron grip, alcohol-stained, heavy breath fanning your cheek. “Don’t walk away from me,” he growled, his voice low and threatening. “I’m talking to you.”

The fear froze you in place, every muscle locked up as you struggled against his hold, feeling utterly helpless. Your heart pounded in your chest, a drumbeat of despair echoing in your ears. The man leaned closer, and you could smell the sour stench of alcohol on him. Just when you thought things couldn’t get worse, he stepped even closer, his predatory grin making your skin crawl.

But then, out of nowhere, a brilliant blue light erupted in the alleyway.

The drunk man was thrown back with a force that sent him crashing into the wall, his body convulsing as tendrils of flame danced all over his clothes.

You gasped, your eyes widening in shock, your heart racing with terror and confusion.

And there he was — Dabi — stepping out of the shadows, his hand glowing with an eerie, azure fire. The sight was both mesmerizing and horrifying. You had seen his face plastered across the news, heard whispered stories about the villain who left nothing but ashes in his wake.

The drunk man’s eyes widened in shock, fear eclipsing his bravado as he scrambled back, trying to put the flames down. "S-stop!"

Dabi's lips curled into a smirk, and with that, he thrust his hand forward, sending a burst of fire that engulfed the man in a blinding flash instantly.

You dropped to your knees, trembling as the heat washed over you. Your breath hitched, and the world around you blurred as you tried to comprehend what you had just witnessed.

The man screamed — a horrific, animalistic, gut-wrenching sound that echoed in the night — before falling silent, consumed by the flames, reduced to a charred skeleton.

The fear that had gripped you was now compounded by the dread that Dabi might turn those flames on you next. You felt your heart race even faster, and you dropped your gaze, feeling utterly powerless, on the brink of fainting.

But then Dabi stepped forward, the fire fading from his hand as he turned to look down at you. His turquoise eyes searched yours as he grasped you by the elbow, firmly yanking you back to your feet.

“Ya okay?” he asked, his voice low and raspy.

You blinked up at him, initially avoiding looking into his eyes, more than a little surprised. A villain just asked how were you holding up. “I… I don’t know,” you managed, your voice shaking. The adrenaline surged through your veins, and the sheer intensity of the moment left you breathless. “You just… you just burned that man alive...”

"Yeah, no shit, Sherlock. He had it coming."

You felt a rush of conflicting emotions — fear, awe, and something inexplicable that made your heart race. “You saved me,” you whispered, your mind still racing. “Why?” a question followed, your voice barely above a whisper.

He shrugged, his gaze flicking away, an almost reluctant admission slipping through. “Maybe I just hate people like him,” he muttered, sounding defensive. “Maybe he pissed me off. Who knows, doll?”

That night had been terrifying, but it was also the beginning of something you never expected — an attraction to a man who was everything society warned you about.

"You’re late," he teased, though there was no malice in his tone. It was almost… gentle, for him.

You shot him a playful glare, smoothing down your white shirt that hugged your body in all the right places, and your skin-tight jeans that left little to the imagination. "You’re the one who told me to meet you on the rooftop of an abandoned building," you shot back, rolling your eyes. "It’s not exactly an easy place to find, you know."

He smirked, unable to hide the way his eyes roved over your figure, lingering perhaps a bit too long on your boobs. "Can’t blame me for wanting some privacy, doll," he drawled, the nickname slipping out effortlessly. It was a habit now, one that you’d come to expect from him.

A shiver ran down your spine at the way his voice deepened, roughened around the edges, and you swallowed, feeling suddenly self-conscious under his gaze. But there was no judgment in his eyes — only a heat that made your heart race.

"Why here?" you asked, motioning around to the empty rooftop. "It’s a bit… unconventional, don’t you think?"

Dabi shrugged, looking away from you, staring out at the city lights instead. "Thought you’d appreciate it," he said simply. "Away from prying eyes. Besides," he paused, his lips curling into that familiar, crooked grin, "I didn’t want anyone else getting in the way."

You stepped closer, drawn to him like a moth to a flame, despite knowing how dangerous he was. "I thought you’d be used to people looking, Dabi," you teased, trying to ease the tension. "You’re not exactly inconspicuous."

He chuckled, a sound that was more of a low rumble, and finally turned to face you fully. "Maybe I’m just getting soft," he mused. "Or maybe," his voice dropped, softer now, "I just don’t want to share this with anyone else."

Your breath hitched, and for a moment, all you could do was stare at him. There were so many things you wanted to ask, so many things you didn’t understand about him. But the way he looked at you now, like you were the only person in this entire city that mattered — it made your questions scatter like ashes in the wind.

"You know," you started, trying to hide the nervousness in your tone, "I was really surprised when you asked me out."

"Yeah?" He raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. "Why’s that?"

You took a breath, choosing your words carefully. "I mean… you’re Dabi," you said. "I didn’t think someone like you would be interested in someone like me. And we rarely spoke from the moment you saved me. If not counting you stalking me around.”

There was a beat of silence before he spoke again, his voice uncharacteristically soft. "You’d be surprised, doll," he murmured. "Turns out, even villains can have a thing for ordinary girls, especially as sweet as you. And I just wanted to make sure you were safe.”

You felt your cheeks warm, and you looked away, flustered. "You know," you said, trying to regain your composure, "when I first met you, I was terrified."

He laughed, a genuine sound that sent shivers down your spine. "I’d be worried if you weren’t," he replied, the corner of his mouth twitching up. "But you stuck around anyway."

"Yeah," you admitted, meeting his gaze again. "I did."

"Why?" The question slipped from his lips before he could stop himself. He needed to know. Needed to understand.

You hesitated, then took another step closer until you were standing right in front of him. "Because I saw something in you," you whispered. "Something more than just this villain persona."

He stared at you, his heart pounding so loudly in his ears that he almost couldn’t hear your words. And for the first time in a long time, Dabi was scared — not of being rejected, but of the hope that was blossoming in his chest.

"Is it… okay if I…" His voice trailed off, uncharacteristically uncertain. You knew what he was asking, and you nodded, a small smile playing on your lips.

"You’re really asking permission? " you teased gently, leaning in closer. "How polite of you."

"Don’t get used to it," he shot back, but his words lacked their usual bite. And then, without waiting another second, he closed the distance between you, capturing your lips in a kiss that was somehow both desperate and gentle, like he’d been waiting for this moment his entire life.

Your arms wrapped around his neck, and you felt him relax against you, his hands moving to rest on your hips. You could feel the heat radiating off him, the warmth of his body contrasting with the chill of the night air. It was intoxicating, the way he kissed you — like he was afraid you might disappear if he didn’t hold you close enough.

When you finally pulled away, breathless, Dabi pressed his forehead against yours, eyes still closed. "You’re not scared of me anymore," he murmured, and it wasn’t a question. It was a realization, one that made something inside him soften.

"No," you agreed, smiling softly. "I’m not."

"Good," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "Because I’m not letting you go."

You laughed, the sound light and carefree, and he felt something inside him stir — something that he hadn’t felt in years. "I wouldn’t want you to," you confessed, and his eyes snapped open, staring at you with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat.

"Come," he said, pulling you towards the other edge of the rooftop. "I want to show you something."

You followed him, leaning against his side as he pointed towards the sky. "See that?" he murmured, his voice rough against your ear. "That’s Orion’s Belt."

You tilted your head, squinting up at the stars. "Mmm, look at you, are you keen on astronomy?" you asked, genuinely curious.

He shrugged, looking almost sheepish. "Had a lot of time on my hands," he admitted. “Thought I might learn a thing or two to woo girls.”

You laughed again, and Dabi couldn’t help but smile at the sound. It was infectious, the way your happiness seemed to bleed into him, warming the cold parts of him that he’d thought were beyond saving.

"I never thought I’d be here," he confessed, surprising even himself with his honesty. "Never thought I’d find someone who could make me feel this way."

You turned to face him, your expression soft. "And how do I make you feel?" you asked, your voice barely more than a whisper.

He looked at you, really looked at you, and for once, he didn’t try to hide. "Like I’m not alone," he uttered simply.

You reached up, brushing a strand of black hair away from his eyes. "You’re not," you promised, and when he kissed you again, it was softer this time — gentler, like he was savoring every moment.

As the two of you stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, the city buzzing beneath you, the stars shining above, Dabi knew that he’d found something worth fighting for.

“You ever think about how things would be different if we hadn’t met that night?” you asked suddenly, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled between you. Your voice was soft, contemplative, and Dabi felt his chest tighten at the thought.

“Probably wouldn’t have gotten this far,” he admitted, his tone laced with an honesty he rarely allowed himself. “Would’ve kept burning everything until there was nothing left.”

You turned your head to look at him, a small, sad smile playing on your lips. “You’re not just made of rage, Dabi,” you said quietly. “There’s more to you than that.”

He snorted, rolling his eyes, but there was no real heat behind it. “You always gotta be so damn optimistic?” he muttered, though his lips twitched upwards, betraying the fondness he felt.

“Someone’s got to be,” you teased back, nudging him gently with your shoulder.

Dabi’s gaze softened as he looked at you, his usual sardonic mask slipping away to reveal the raw vulnerability underneath. “You’re not scared of me,” he murmured, more to himself than to you. “Not anymore."

You shook your head, reaching up to cup his cheek, your thumb brushing over one of the patches of rough, scarred skin. “No,” you whispered. “I’m not.”

For a moment, neither of you moved, the world around you fading into the background as you stood there, lost in each other’s gaze. And then, without warning, Dabi slipped his arms around your waist, pulling you against him as he rested his chin on top of your head. He held you there, feeling the warmth of your body against his, the steady rise and fall of your breathing, and for the first time in as long as he could remember, Dabi felt safe.

"Do you know how long I’ve wanted this?” he whispered against your hair, his voice barely more than a breath. “To hold you like this?”

You closed your eyes, leaning into him, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath your fingertips. "I was scared at first," you admitted, your voice trembling slightly. "But now… I don’t want to be anywhere else."

He tightened his hold on you, burying his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling the faint scent of your shampoo, the warmth of your skin. It was intoxicating, this feeling of being so close to you, of knowing that you weren’t going to disappear, weren’t going to leave him behind.

"I never thought I’d have this," he murmured, his lips brushing against your temple.

You turned in his arms, tilting your head up to look at him, and Dabi felt his heart skip a beat at the sight of your smile — soft, genuine, and so full of love that it made his chest ache. “You deserve to be happy, Dabi,” you said, your voice steady and sure. “You deserve to be loved.”

His breath caught in his throat, and for a moment, all he could do was stare at you, his mind racing with a thousand different emotions. And then, before he could stop himself, he leaned down and kissed you, slow and gentle, like he was savoring every second. You melted against him, your hands tangling in his hair, and he felt something inside him break apart, something that had been locked away for far too long.

When he finally pulled away, Dabi rested his forehead against yours, his arms still wrapped tightly around your waist. "You’re gonna be the death of me, doll," he muttered, but there was no bite to his words, only warmth.

You laughed softly, leaning up to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. "Maybe," you agreed, "but I’ll make sure you’re happy first."

He smiled, a real, genuine smile that made his eyes crinkle at the edges, and he pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head. "Promise?"

“Promise,” you whispered, and as the two of you stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, gazing up at the stars, Dabi felt, for the first time in his life, that maybe, just maybe, he was going to experience real love.

[autumnmobile12]

The funniest thing about Dabi's Dance? The League of Villains' pretty underwhelming reaction.

Think about it for a second: They've been traveling with this guy for the better part of a year, and aside from the occasional outburst of anger, Dabi's a pretty levelheaded, calm guy. He doesn't say much and when he does, it's usually a snarky remark about somebody in the same room. Even up against their enemies, he's pretty cold and calculated. For the most part, he seems bored and socially checked out.

But then they get to Jaku City and the first thing he does is dump a whole bottle of bleach on his head (where was he keeping that?), scream out a completely unhinged speech to his father and brother about how he's been planning his vengeance for years, and then he starts dancing like a drunk person.

All of that is so out of left field and so wildly out of character...but they're only takeaway is the fact he's Endeavor's son.

That is hilarious.

Personally, if the calmest, most collected person I knew in real life suddenly started freaking out like that, I'd be worried about a head injury, drug use, or a nervous breakdown. But hey, maybe they were so distracted by unconscious Shigaraki, unresponsive Machia, and the real possibility they were all about to be caught that they just wrote off what he was doing for the moment.

"The fuck is Dabi doing? Whatever, at least he's upright and breathing."

In that scenario, I feel bad for Spinner.

Toga wasn't there. (Seriously, what did they tell her when she came back and asked what she missed?)

Compress got arrested. (Actually, I'm half-convinced he got arrested on purpose just to get away from Dabi after that incident.)

Shigaraki had just about been taken over by AFO.

Twice was dead.

After the dust settled and he had a chance to process, Spinner had nobody to discuss how insane that all was. He's just there with AFO/Shigaraki with no idea what to think about that development, Toga who's upset over what happened with Uraraka, and Dabi being a shirtless mood in front of a fireplace.

"When did I become the adult?"

[thot-farm]

The brooding Todorokis

I love how I made this post thinking I'd only post a picture and three words. Haha, silly me! Long (5 paragraphs) Todoroki talk under the cut! (❗️I AM NOT CAUGHT UP PAST DABI DANCE + some out of context clips of Dabi on TikTok❗️)

TLDR: I want an in-depth Todoroki family spin-off

I wish Horokoshi (or a different artist but that still has to get Horokoshi's approval) made a spinoff where it is just day-to-day of what happened in the Todoroki household, but they showed what everyone was thinking and how their trauma manifested, and the progression of Endeavor's abuse, and what happened to all of them after Touya's 'death'. Like depth, there is the main chapter which details what happened from the perspective of the reader, the observer who sees everything at face value of the words and actions of everyone, then a chapter from Endeavor's perspective and shows his thoughts and how much everything got to him, and then a perspective for each relevant Todoroki for each chapter.

Or a chapter for every Todoroki, to showcase the differences in all of their day-to-day lives, what it was like at school for the kids, what Natsuo and Fuyumi never experienced compared to Shouto and Touya, and show more of how Rei was with the kids.

I'd honestly like to see how it goes from what happens in Touya and Endeavor's perspectives glorifying Endeavor and his actions, minimizing them, to how they would both eventually see Endeavor as a monster compared to how Shouto practically came out of the womb knowing his dad was a monster.

And I want to see how Shouto felt after the eye incident, I know the show says he wouldn't visit or something along those lines, but it kind of glazes over how much trauma Shouto holds, how he knows his mother lost herself in that moment because of Endeavor's actions (and maybe some of Touya's), like I know I shouldn't want to see if Shouto had panic attacks, but it never shows the fear he might feel seeing his mother after the incident, the thoughts of that he may remind her of Endeavor or Touya that lead him to stop using his flames as a way to rebel and gain a slight bit of control.

But I feel an anime like that would be too much for the average MHA fan to comprehend and it would probably get review-bombed because bad no action too much thinking, but maybe that's my cynical nature and my assumptions about the fandom from who I know watches and has watched MHA, maybe the audience has changed from a few years back when I was mega into the show. But I bet a lot of the fans would like to see more of the Todoroki family. I would personally probably prefer this in manga format anyway, less triggering to me and I can read it fifty bazillion times.

[autumn-foxfire]

Bones cut Spinner in MVA and then Hori countered with making so much of future Spinner call back to that arc. They cut CRC mansion, he made Dabi have a couch monologue in the CRC mansion. They cut Hawks' recorder and Dabi being a tricky, sneaky player? Hope they bring it back when Toga demands answers from Hawks for killing Twice + she missed the last Touya reveal and this parallels it as a part 2, since she's here, hope she learns the truth about Dabi's manipulation since he did more. Strengthening her resolve to "twist the knife in Endeavor more" not because he's a kind big bro erasing her past trauma. In the same chapter AFO does the same thing as Dabi to Spinner, and both Spinner and Toga end up "resigned" to that, thinking "it's too late to back out now" right after Dabi complained to AFO that "if your so called friends turn on you, it'll be bad for us!" re: Aoyama, so he goes to secure his alliances. "You sure you're ready for what's coming?" "Even you can get caught up in emotion huh?" EVEN YOU, whomst else? Oh yeah, Hawks. "Looks like sentiment tripped you up!"

And the icing on the cake for people who think Dabi burning Toga's house had nothing to do with Endeavor, it didn't yeah. It had to do with making her use Twice's blood. Recently Dabi thought to himself that he wouldn't be able to bring Shouto to Endeavor as a present, so he decided to fly to Gunga himself before Kurogiri appeared. In comparing Dabi's Dance to the manga, I found out he uses the same word when talking about Hawks. "This is my present to you Endeavor!" when he talks about digging into Hawks' history, calling him out as a filthy spy. Endeavor is in no position to protect Hawks, and if Toga using Twice's blood kills him? Dabi knows Hawks cared about Twice, to have him be killed by Toga wearing his face, after he screws over Hawks for ruining Dabi's plans last time, all happening in front of Endeavor? Who treats him as an adopted son?" Well let's just say that in giving up Shouto, like AFO said, "you and I differ, because I have many side-plans, and friends to spare" Dabi got himself all buddy buddy with Toga, and got a "side plan" aka killing Hawks to be his "present to Endeavor" in place of the failure to kill Shouto. The first thing he said to Endeavor in the war was "come to see your pals get cremated?!" so I'm absolutely not surprised. That also offers good miserable Endeavor expressions for him to eat up.

I feel bad for Hawks. He made sure Toga didn't have Twice's blood lying around, not sure HOW. Did he just scoot over to her and ask "hey do you have any vials of the League's blood? oh why am I asking? haha no reason!" and ig the heroes might've cleaned up the body afterwards, or he had called back-up in case he had to kill Twice to clean up the body but the back-up never arrived. OR he was certain he could get Twice out of the mansion and restrained so Toga could never reach him for blood. Or he trusted that the heroes were strong enough to stop the League so they won't come find Twice during the battle. And they were, until Twice killed the guy capturing them. Regardless, the only one there was Dabi so his mind immediately jumped to him as the one responsible.

Dabi got the last laugh, he got to one-up Hawks as payback for Jeanist and "my dreams had a way better chance of coming true with Twice around!" and he was RIGHT. "I guess we didn't bully them hard enough." because the only reason people listened to Dabi, who btw the civilians said "this Dabi guy is annoying" was because of all the damage from the war, which became SO BAD because of the PLF escape and prison break. The prison break made things un-salvageable, which that army? Would've been what Twice's army of clones would've been doing. Dabi understands heroes and public opinion. He fucking meant it when he said Twice was useful despite villain stans saying he didn't really need Twice. And now he's got Twice back and it's all gone to hell. So I'm hoping Hori's promise to us about Ochako and Hawks being a shining light for readers comes in clutch. It'd be great if we can throw egg back in Dabi's face for all the manipulation. Oh, what's that? Like Aoyama it's bad if your allies switch sides? Well then I hope Toga enjoys her seat at Touya reveal part 2 with this 2nd father-son encounter since she missed it last time, with a bonus featuring of Hawks' own confessions.

All I'm getting from this is that Dabi is a bitch, specifically to Hawks.

I do hope that the recorder returns, even if I don't think it actually will as it seems to have been forgotten by Hori while the other parts that the anime didn't include weren't. I would think it would be interesting to see how Toga would react to Dabi not caring about Twice beyond his usefulness, unlike her who mourned and is still mourning his death (or well, she is... kinda? She seems more focused on her idea of love as well? It's confusing).

Now it just depends if Dabi can keep himself alive before that as he seems very intent on burning himself to his bones.

[kiitsunekuro]

My Reward, A Barely Beating Heart

[MINORS DNI]

WC: 9k

CW: Dabixf!reader, abuse/self harm mention, alcohol use, vaginal sex, oral, fingering. Hawks is... there idk. if you have any questions about it, just send me an ask.

SUMMARY: After escaping an abusive living situation, you find yourself alone in an alley with two villains that take a liking to you. Dabi decides to harbor you in his apartment, but slowly begins to find himself fond of you

‘This is it.’ Your thoughts raced as you made sure you were completely alone in the dingy apartment. Your boyfriend had left roughly five minutes ago and your limbs had been shaking the entire time. If he had noticed something off with you, he hadn’t let on. You were certain he must have, with how jumpy and quiet you had been all day- but maybe that was how he saw you anyway- how you’d always been.

Quickly you threw a few small belongings into a bag. The money you had squirreled away in a vent, your medication, a small stuffed rabbit, clothes, a few letters. You weren’t taking much- didn’t have much.

The soft creak of the window being opened sets your senses on edge, eyes darting over your shoulder. You’d made sure he was gone but you felt your heart racing and your eyes grew wide with the fear that had made itself a permanent resident in your body. Your breath was caught in your throat, hardly daring to breathe as you quietly slipped the tattered backpack over your shoulder and leaned over the sill. The night air was tinged with a mixture of wet cement and pollution.

The drop wasn’t too far, only living on the second floor. It was going to hurt, though. Definitely not as much as staying would. The front door wasn’t an option, it had an alarm that you weren’t allowed the code for and it would alert the police if you opened it. With one more shaky breath, you slowly slid your right leg over and out, swallowing as you readied yourself for the drop. If there was ever a time, it was now.

The collision with pavement knocked the wind from your chest as you gasped for air and felt a harsh twinge in your left ankle. There was no time to check your injuries. No time to look yourself over. There would be time for that when you were safe.

Panicked now, adrenaline pumping as blood roared through your ears, you set off silently into the night without anywhere specific in mind. As long as it was far. As long as it was fast.

You rounded the corner of an alleyway when the low sound of a man's voice rose to meet you. Frozen, pressed against the wall as your eyes darted wildly around for a way to avoid them as they continued their hushed conversation. Your frantic thoughts only picking up on the barely audible words of an argument that was rising in fervor.

You dared yourself to peek around the corner of decaying cement and moss, catching glints of silver as one of the men moved.

“And what exactly is your plan after that, hm?” A man with wings and blond hair bristled, teeth gritted.

The dark haired one cocked his head to the side as he threw his eyes up in mock confusion.

“Don’t need one. Endeavor isn’t gonna-”

“What the FUCK are yo-“ the winged man froze “shh,” hands flew to his lips as a feather darted swiftly toward you, threatening your throat with a razors edge, a small bead of blood forming beneath your chin.

Before you had time to process what happened, a scarred hand replaced the feather at your throat, pinning you to the wall forcefully. Another open hand drawing dangerously close to your face, azure flames dancing across his fingers.

But it was his gaze that held you in place, fear paralyzing even your breath as you looked into the cold grey eyes that bore down on you. Flames flickering tauntingly against them.

“Oh…” he cooed, a sneer slowly pulling at his lips. Staples holding what looked like scarred and desiccated skin together, the acrid tinge of smoke and ash making your eyes water. “What’ve I found,” he lowers his head to yours, smile playing on his lips. “...all alone in a dark alley?” He clicks his tongue and brings the flames closer, sweat beginning to bead on your brow, thinking desperately for a way out.

“Dabi,” the other man's voice warned. “Don’t…” though he didn’t move as he stood frozen, ready, waiting.

You swallow, or attempt to as the pressure on your throat grows tighter and your eyes begin to water.

“P-please…” you croak out. His eyes languish over your frame, taking stock of your features. You were pretty, and something about having you at his mercy made his palms itch for more.

“What’s that, doll?” He cooed again and brought his lips to your ear. His burning breath caused goosebumps to dimple your flesh. You tried to choke out another protest and he laughed, raspy and low. His eyes turned to watch your desperate attempts to struggle out from his grasp. Even the palm of his hand felt scalding, fingertips a vice.

For a moment he considers getting this over with, burning you to ash and yet something in him stayed his hand. He couldn’t quite pull the trigger, two instincts fighting within him, something soft and quiet against the deafening roar in his chest. Something he couldn't quite place as he slowly relinquished his grip on your throat.

From the corner of your eye you caught a glimpse of the other man as he relaxed his shoulders, though his gaze didn’t waver as he watched intently.

Dabi, you assumed was his name, watched you, unblinking, taunting you. Daring you to speak. You rubbed your throat and managed to choke out a few words,

“I won’t,” you gasped, “tell… anyone… promise.” Your eyes pleaded with him as they flashed between the two men.

“I dunno, Hawks…” his head turns slightly to the figure a few feet away, “I’d hate to ruin such a pretty thing,” he smiled ever so slightly as he brushed his thumb against your cheek.

It was then you noticed a third figure slumped at the feet of Hawks. You let out a pitiful whimper before desperately grabbing Dabis' arm.

“Please I’ll do anything I-I-I… please, I’m just trying to get away from here, you’ll never see me again.” Your voice cracks as tears spring to your eyes. You will them to go away, will some strength to your voice.

“Anything?” Something dark flashed across his face with a wicked grin and your stomach lurched as though you’d be sick.

“Dabi, I swear to god, don’t you dare.” His hands moved again to his wings. A laugh split the silence that seemed to feel out of place as Dabi let go of you completely.

“Relax, bird brain, I ain’t gonna make her do anythin’ like that.” He pulled out a cigarette before turning to you and lighting it. “Not running from any cops or heroes are ya?” He asked, inhaling deeply. You shook your head,

“No, nothing like that I just…” your voice trailed off, struggling with how much to reveal. Hawks hesitantly stepped toward you with an outstretched hand that rested delicately on your shoulder.

“It’s alright sweetheart, what happened? Why’d you come here?” Despite the reassuring look on his face, you couldn't help but to feel something like a mouse in a cage, rabid dogs leering over you, desperate for an escape.

“I’m just, I have a really bad uh, living situation…” your mouth felt like sand, the words dragging like lead as your stomach contorted. Dabi crooks his head at you, gaze unfaltering, watching wordlessly while you struggle to speak. His eyes narrowed, but something else flashed behind his lurid contemptuous look that seemed for a second like concern before being quickly replaced by indifference. Maybe you’d be more… ‘interesting’ was the word he decided on- than he’d thought. He pulled another heavy drag from the cigarette, tendrils of smoke framing his features. “I’m just trying to get away from someone.” You finished, averting your gaze to your shoes, suddenly interested in the fetid murk at your feet. You wondered in the dark if there were blood, if in the daylight your shoes would be stained crimson.

“He hurt you?” Dabis voice pulls you away from your thoughts, catching you off guard. His features contorted into something indecipherable in the dim lighting, scrutinizing the discolored marks on your body. Hawks shot him a loot, a quiet reprimand for prying.

You nodded simply, unable to get your voice to work as your throat tightened, trying to fight burning tears from falling. You didn’t want to cry in front of them, men who seemed all too comfortable with clandestine affairs.

“Do you have anywhere to go? Someone you planned to meet?” Hawks' voice is soft with worry. You shake your head, wiping your nose with your sleeve as you sniffle.

“What’s your plan then?” Dabi asks, raising an eyebrow.

“I don’t know…” you mutter truthfully. “It doesn’t matter as long as I’m away from that.” Your chin gestures to point vaguely in the direction you came from.

“Family?” His lip curls in barely disguised contempt.

“...no.” Your whisper barely audible. Hawks shoots Dabi a glance, clearing his throat.

“I wouldn’t feel right about this if I left you here. Who knows what kind of trouble you’d meet. After all...” he glares at Dabi. You say nothing as he rolls his eyes at Hawks' remark. “If… if you would, I can find a place for you to stay. For a couple days until we get this sorted. Let me make this up to you as best I can.” His hand is pressed to his chest in sincerity.

“I… dunno…”

“You’ll stay with me.” You grimace slightly as Dabi takes the last drag of his cigarette, crushing the tiny ember with his boot.

“I don’t think so, after you just threatened her?”

“Oh, like you weren’t the first one?” Dabi sneers.

“Before I knew it was just a girl!” Hawks protests, attempting to keep his voice low.

“She stays with me, that way I can keep an eye on her.” His gaze snakes over to you, lingering for just a second too long on the small red lines littering your wrist. Your cheeks burn as you pull your sleeves down as subtly as you can.

Hawks pinches the bridge of his nose and lets out an aggravated sigh. “I don’t fuckin’ like this.” He groans.

“Don’t I get a say in this?” You cry indignantly, suddenly finding yourself.

“Unless you want to run the risk of stumbling on some more people like him,” he juts his thumb in Dabis direction, “then not particularly.” He sighs at your crestfallen expression. “Look, kid, I’d let you come stay with me, but it’s not that easy…” he seems to peer over his shoulder at something you can’t see.

“Yeah, pro hero feathers over here can’t exactly have any pets.” Dabi’s eyes glint with amusement but Hawks doesn’t laugh.

“Wait… pro hero?” Thoughts race through your mind as you struggle with what weird shit you’ve stumbled into, exactly. “What is going-“

“Look, I can’t explain all of it. But I promise you’ll be safe.” He grips your arm tightly. “We need to move. Take her back, aright? I'll be there later tonight. I have to finish with this.” His face darkens as he turns toward the shadowed unconscious form still laying in the alley.

“C’mon doll.” Dabi murmurs against your ear as he takes your trembling hand. The next few minutes are a bit of a blur as the rush of wind from Hawks flight whips your hair around your face and you’re being pulled through a maze of alleys and back streets.

You’re not sure how much longer it is when you reach a questionable building, edges of stone crumbled and windows cracked slightly. Your mind preoccupied with a hundred questions for the man pulling you along. He turns to you and you notice for the first time just how tired, distant and maybe just a bit… sad he looks as he smiles lightly. Teeth flashing with the silver of the staples in the dim street lights against a worn face.

“It ain’t pretty, but it’s safe.” He assures you as he leads you inside a sparsely furnished room. He motions for you to take a seat on the couch as he pulls his shirt over his head. Pants hanging low on his hips, silver piercings glinting. You feel heat in your cheeks and quickly turn away. He catches you, chuckling lowly over his shoulder, tossing his shirt to the ground.

“If i shower, you gonna run off?”

You shake your head and he observes you, eyebrows knit together in thought. He disappears for a moment into what you assume is the kitchen. The sound of utensils rattle around a bit. You take in your surroundings slowly, still shell shocked. There’s a tv on a wooden stand, doors falling off the hinges. The leather couch ripped at some of the seams. A ceiling fan hangs low, its gentle thrumming circulating the stale air.

It’s a few more minutes before Dabi returns with two paper plates of food. Microwaved takeout, you assumed. He sets one in your lap and hands you a utensil.

“Thanks,” you mumble, twirling the noodles without taking a bite.

Still shirtless he leans over the cabinet, producing a bottle of clear liquid and twisting the cap off. He takes a long swig and offers the glass bottle to you.

“Vodka.” He explains. “You look like you need it.”

You hesitate for a moment, arm slightly outstretched. His face wears a tired half smile, eyes half lidded.

Finally you accept, taking a deep pull from the bottle, dribbling down your chin slightly and wiping it against your sleeve. His eyes widen slightly at the length of time you drink,

“Hey, easy, I don’t wanna deal with your hangover tomorrow.”

“Sorry.”

“You gotta get that washed.” He gestures at your filthy clothing covered in snot and sweat and alcohol. “Can use one of my shirts after y’get showered.”

He seats himself next to you and you eat in silence for a while, alcohol making its way quickly through your bloodstream.

“Not gonna have to hide all the pointy things, am i?” He gestures at the red marks littering your arms.

“Wouldn’t do much good.” You admit with a scoff and he raises an eyebrow. “My uh… quirk.” You explain lamely with a shrug. When you don’t explain, staring at the plate of food you can feel his gaze still burning into you. Raking over your frame, taking note of every small detail of your face, your body as liquor rages through his system.

He says nothing else and doesn’t press the issue, humming lowly in response.

Tossing the plate into a trash bag in the corner, he returns to his feet.

“I’m gonna shower, help yourself to whatever.”

Removing his boots, he pads away softly to the bathroom. Before closing the door- “if y’need to use the bathroom while I’m in here, its unlocked.” He smirks slightly, but there’s no malice as the door shuts behind him.

You breathe deeply for the first time in what seemed like days, taking another gulp from the liquor bottle. You hear the whine of the shower as it turns on and you lay back onto the couch and stare at the grimy popcorn ceiling.

A pro hero? What was he doing with a guy like this? Not that you had much faith in heroes anymore. Not after what you’d been witness to across your life. And just what was happening in that alley you’d stumbled into? You shuddered at the thought.

A few more minutes go by when Dabi steps out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped loosely around his waist, drying his hair with another towel. The water was still running. You prop yourself up with one arm, vision slightly blurry as you look over him.

“Your name’s Dabi, right?”

“S’right.” He doesn’t ask for your name. You tell him anyway. His head tilts a little, throwing the towel over his shoulder. “There’s a towel in there for ya, and some clean clothes.” He watches as you nod, eyes down turned. He hesitates to go to his room for a moment. “You good to shower on your own or do i need to watch ya?” He scoffs a little, watching as you stumble to your feet and shake your head frantically.

“N-no I’m good, i got it.” Dashing into the shower you rip the clothes off your body and step into the scorching water yelping. He clearly liked the water too hot for your own comfort and you struggled to adjust the knobs to a more decent temperature.

Once it feels more pleasant against your skin, your unfocused eyes stare at the tile, dissociated. You don’t know how long it is before sadness rips through your chest and your body is wracked with explosive sobs. Your teeth dig into your knuckle in an attempt to muffle the sounds. The urge to use your quirk to pull your skin apart is heavy on your mind. Just one wouldn’t be so bad, would it? It would ease the pain in your chest, if just for a moment.

Outside the bathroom, Dabi is sitting on the couch, catching occasional whimpers and sobs from underneath the sounds of running water. His fingers tap mindlessly on the couch cushion, head resting against his palm.

What the hell was he doing? What the fuck had possessed him to take you in? Such a small and fragile thing, broken and irreparable. Still, the quiet need in his stomach had taken to you and found some sense of familiarity that he didn’t want to let go.

You emerge, dressed in his clothes and he curses the way his stomach turns. You seat yourself again on the couch, playing with your hands. Eyes and nose red, lips slightly puffy.

His hand reaches out to you, back of his fingers running lightly over your cheek. It was impulsive, natural.

“Hey.” He whispers and you don’t look at him. “I like how that looks on ya.” The smirk on his face bringing you to scoff, rolling your eyes and he snorts faintly.

“Sorry, it’s just… a lot.” You gesture vaguely at everything around you. He doesn’t move. The silence in the room feels tangible, daring either of you to break it. “What happened to you?” The question is sudden and brazen, spurred on by the inhibition of alcohol. He shrugs.

“Doesn’t matter.”

You look at him and despite yourself, you can’t help but to think that he’s handsome. In a strange and lonely kind of way. The kind that beckons you to him, like a vague, shadowed light, longing to get closer. Your own loneliness ached in your bones and weighed you down, crushing you beneath its undulations. There was a quiet familiarity in his features.

Unprovoked, you slide over to him and lay on your side, resting your cheek against his shoulder. His body is warm, almost alarmingly so, but it’s a welcome heat on your freezing skin. Water drips from his hair.

Again he doesn’t move. He watches you, a strange feeling twisting in his stomach again. He hums softly before ever so slightly allowing himself to trace gentle shapes on your skin. It had been a long time since anyone had touched him softly, or had willingly allowed him near them. Someone who wasn’t just trying to hurt him, but who sought warmth and comfort from him in a way he didn’t think he could ever provide. But with you, curled into him with your eyes closed, he didn’t pull away. You’re not sure how long you stayed this way, but suddenly you’re ripped from the bit of peace you’d found as he grabs your wrist tightly, pulling it firmly but gently toward the light. A small cut, deep but only about an inch long near the crook of your elbow.

“What the fuck is this?” His voice is soft and threatening all at once and you feel the hair on the back of your neck stand on end. His eyes drag over you until he’s staring into your own, a quiet anger simmering in their azure depths. You think you see something in them akin to sorrow, but if you did it was quickly swallowed up again. Washed away, back to a scorching glare under lidded eyes, strands of black hair casting shadows across the shape of his face.

“What exactly is your quirk?” His grip tightens, fingers digging into your skin and you’re taken aback by his strength.

You stammer, “it’s… nothing i can’t use it much or at least not very well-“ your words are cut off by the simmering anger in his voice.

“What the fuck is it?” He hisses, his face is so close to yours that you can feel his breath fanning over your face. His calm demeanor betrayed by the venom in his voice.

“It’s a skin thing, i-i barely know how it works.” Your body is shaking and his shoulders begin to relax a little and he runs his fingers through the tresses with an exasperated sigh. “I can pull apart skin, and maybe put it together, I haven’t really tried. I don’t know! I can barely use it!” He leers over you, hand pressed to the couch beside your face. Eyes searching your expression, assessing whether or not he believes you, you decide.

“I said I’d keep you safe, that includes from yourself.” His grip on your arm is bruising. He lets go and shakes his head slightly. “C’mon.” He pulls your trembling body into his arms and lifts you, tucking your head under his chin as he carries you to his room. “Y’need to sleep.” Just as he’s stepping into his room, Hawks lets himself in the front, keys jingling as he waves.

“What are you doing?” Hawks stops in his tracks, an accusing stare on Dabi, who rolls his eyes.

“Bitch hurt herself. I ain’t leavin her out here by herself all night.”

“Jesus.” Hawks breathes.

“I’ll be out in a sec, just let me put her down.”

Hawks nods his reluctance and you’re carried into a room so dark you can barely make out the silhouette of the man whose chest you’re tightly pressed against. He lays you down on the mattress and crouches down to eye level. You hadn’t noticed before just how tall he actually was as he leans over and hesitantly brushes a strand of hair from your face. You shudder at the sensation involuntarily and hope he doesn’t take it the wrong way.

“I gotta talk to the bird,” he hesitates and looks as though he’s about to say something else. His fingers itch to hold you, to pull you into him and wrap comforting arms around your frail body- but he can’t. When you say nothing in return, he silently gets up and walks out of the room, closing the door behind him with a soft click.

You can’t make out anything of their conversation and allow your eyes to adjust to the darkness of the room. You’re heart hammers in your chest, the ghost of his touch still lingers on your skin. Residual heat still enveloping your body.

Tired, still a little tipsy, and body threatening to cave in on itself in exhaustion, you feel yourself slowly begin to drift off when Dabi quietly steps back into the room. You feel the mattress dip under his weight as he settles in next to you, unbothered with the covers. Dabi watches as your breathing slows a little,chest rising and falling peacefully with the way the little amount of light outlines your silhouette.

He resists the urge to pull you into him, frozen in place. How long had it been since someone had shared a bed with him? Granted it wasn’t under the circumstances he would have liked. But still, he found some kind of twisted comfort in knowing he had something to keep safe.

Laying on his back, he stared at the ceiling, thoughts wandering and he isn’t sure when he falls asleep, but he knows that his dreams were of you.

The next morning you awoke with a jolt, in an unfamiliar place, panicking. It takes a moment for the events of last night to come flooding back to you, and your eyes dart around for any sign of Dabi.

You stumble to your feet and peek out the door, and call his name softly.

“He’s not here.” The voice of Hawks calls from the kitchen. You pad softly toward him, sitting at the table with a cup of coffee, scrolling through his phone. “He had some business, asked me to watch you a bit.”

“I don’t need a babysitter.” You remain standing in the entryway, his eyes sliding over to look at you without moving his head.

“For now, you do.” You watch his gaze settle on the cut on your arm and mutter a curse to yourself. Hawks motions to the seat near him. “There’s coffee.” He nods toward the pot on the counter. “Dabi doesn’t have much for breakfast,” he admits, rubbing the back of his neck. “But I thought maybe we could order something?”

You shrug. “I don’t care.” Hawks pouts a little.

“Well, I’m hungry.” He gets up to pour himself another cup of coffee, dark circles under his eyes and it occurs to you that he must not have slept much, if at all. “I’m ordering something, and unless you tell me what you want, I’m gonna order two of mine.”

“That’s fine.” He sets a cup down in front of you, and you take a sip, wincing at the bitterness.

“Sugar?” He asks, opening a cabinet.

“No, it's alright.”

You spend the morning like this, making polite small talk and nibbling on your breakfast. It’s noon when Hawks rises to his feet, stretching.

“Well, I’ve gotta run, kid. Text me if you need anything, Dabi probably wont be back until late.” He glances at the doorway, tentatively wondering if he would come back at all. He examines you over his shoulder, hand on the doorknob and wonders if what he’s doing is really what’s best for you. Leaving you alone with Dabi, of all people. He pulls the collar of his jacket closed and turns to leave.

You wave goodbye and lock the door behind him. The silence of the house is deafening. Every small creak, every footstep over your head sets your teeth on edge and your heart thundering. You retreat to the room, locking the bedroom door and wrapping yourself in the comforter. It smells clean, at least. You spend the day like this, idly scrolling through your phone. At some point you help yourself to more liquor, bringing the bottle and your small bag to your room. Parsing through it, you’re relieved to see nothing had been taken.

It’s late when you hear the door open, jumping from your half asleep, drunken stupor and pausing the video you’d been watching.

You reach over to unlock the door without getting off the bed and fall forward, door creaking open.

Dabi freezes, staring at you as you rub your arm and pull yourself up.

“Ow.”

“Pretty clumsy.” He mumbles, reaching down to help you.

“I’m fine.” You mutter, averting your gaze. He scoffs, traipsing to the bathroom and rummaging through the drawers and pulling out what looks like medical supplies. He flops down on the couch and tends to his arm, rubbing some sort of ointment across the damaged skin and wrapping it tightly in gauze.

“You okay?” Your voice wavers as you sit next him.

“S’fine, doll.” He mumbles as he finishes and turns the tv on. It’s like this for awhile, you sit awkwardly beside him with your hands in your lap, forcing your attention on the screen but not registering a word that’s said. You’re all too aware of him next to you, some kind of burning tension filling the room and you wonder if it’s mutual. Out of nowhere, he grabs your arm, pulling you against his chest and folding his chin over your head. His fingers deftly tracing over your shoulder and twirling your hair. It gets caught in the staples once and he murmurs an apology in your ear that makes your breath hitch and goosebumps prick at your skin.

Nervous excitement rages through your body, the smell of his cologne was intoxicating, and the warmth of your back pressed against him was exhilarating.

You stay like this together, wordless on the couch until you each drift off to a sleep that’s unfamiliar and comfortable.

The next few days pass in a similar manner, except for the day that you ask Hawks to take you to the grocery store. He looks at you with mild surprise, eyebrows raised.

“Sure, do you need me to pay?”

You shake your head and hold up your bag. “I have some money.”

His brows knit further in question.

“I uh… managed to hide some money. I had a job as a hostess for a while.” You twirl your hair nervously, worried he’d judge you for the profession but he just nods.

“I’m sure you could make good money like that.” He winks with a soft laugh and you can’t help the blush that colors your face as you each walk out the door. Your shopping list is simple and it doesn’t take long. Hawks still pays before you can protest.

You planned to make something for Dabi that night, as a kind of thank you. He didn’t talk much about himself and he didn’t ask you to divulge any information you didn’t want to. Still, you felt safe when he was there and wanted to show your appreciation in some way.

The dish was simple, gyudon that your mother had taught you to make when you were little. The memory of her faded, but warm and pleasant. One of the few decent memories you had left.

It’s late, very late when Dabi bursts through the front door, coughing, bleeding, and staggering to the couch. He collapses onto it, rolling onto his back.

“Dabi?” You cry in alarm, rushing over, stumbling over yourself. “Wh-what happened?! Can I do anything?” Your heart aches to see him like this, desperate to ease his pain, to reach out to him and hold him close. An urge to care for him overwhelms you,to let him know that you’re there for him as he’d been for you. His smile is bitter and mirthless.

“Just a drink, doll.” He coughs and you bite your lip, nodding as you clumsily pour him a drink. He chugs heavily and leans his head back onto the am of the couch. In the bathroom you find his haphazard first aid kit and kneel beside the couch, pulling out the alcohol wipes and looking up at him for permission.

He raises an eyebrow, watching your face as you search his expression for permission to continue. His lips part, but he only shrugs lightly, curiosity coloring his lurid gaze. Slowly you dab at his wounds, he doesn’t flinch. In fact, he doesn’t react at all as you work delicately at his injuries. Sanitizing them and wrapping them. A few staples looked like they might need to be changed. He stares at you as you work, expression unreadable. When you’re finished, you look up at him to find his face is closer than you’d thought, leaning over and watching intently as you worked.

“Dabi, i-...” you search for words but fail. He tilts his head, reaching out a bandaged finger to your face, letting it hover beside your skin. The air between the two of you feels heavy, burning.

A trickle of blood falls from a staple on his face and you react quickly, wiping it away tenderly. He can’t help but to lean into your touch, heavily lidded eyes observing the way your lips twitch and the way words begin to form but fail. Your heart is hammering in your chest like a drum on cloth and your thumb brushes against his cheek. Willing your quirk to seal the wound and failing.

“You don’t have to do that.” His voice is uncharacteristically soft.

“I know… I did it because I wanted to.” His eyes are still searching yours, azure flames dancing within, his hand falling to your side. “I-i was hoping maybe I could get my quirk to… help.”

“Mmm.” He hums and you feel like you can’t breathe, his touch like fire against your skin, fingers pressing lightly against you, daring you to come closer. His other hand snakes its way to the nape of your neck and you’re sure he can hear the hammering of your heart in your chest. The feel of his hand against your bare neck feels almost like electricity, the rough calluses causing you to shiver.

“Sweet of you.” He murmurs, and you can’t stop your gaze from falling on his lips, imagining the way they taste- or your hands from resting gently on his chest, to feel the gentle thudding of his heart. Every fiber of your being was screaming for his touch, to press the entirety of your being against him. You swallow, and lick your lips as he runs his fingers lightly up and down your side.

“Are you… did you want, ah...” you aren’t sure what you were going to say. A thousand things crash through your mind, a thousand unspoken sentiments and desires.

“Hmm?” His voice is soothing, drawing you closer to him subconsciously until the tips of your noses brush against each other. Staring at your lips through his lashes, hair falling across his face. You set a shaking hand against his cheek and tilt your chin forward so that your lips meet his, the tinge of liquor and cigarettes on his breath. He presses into you, fingers wrapping in your hair lightly. Your lips move slowly against each other, closing your eyes as you each fall into the kiss. His lips are soft, deftly moving over yours with caring benediction. He pulls a gasp from you and his teeth graze your lower lip, sucking gently. His face presses more firmly into you, the desire and need for you growing overwhelming. You cup his face in your hands as your own hunger for him grows, stomach twisting in knots, feeling the softness of his skin, tracing gently over the scarred skin. He breaks the kiss, breathing heavily and places gently parted lips to your neck. He sighs, pulling you into him, fingers digging into your clothes as you each stay there for several moments. He places occasional kisses to your neck, your jaw, your lips. Each time you feel as though your heart is in your throat until he finally pulls away.

He says nothing, but strokes your cheek tenderly, long lashes darkening his gaze.

You break the silence first.

“That was nice.” You whisper just loud enough for him to hear. He looks hurt for a moment, before his face becomes stoic once again. “I’m sorry if it was too much.” You look away, face and ears burning.

“Oh?”

“I mean, I wanted to.” You add quickly and he seems to relax. “It’s just that you’re hurt.” You explain, heart still hammering at a hundred miles an hour. “I made you some food? Would you eat it?” His brows raise in surprise and he shrugs.

“What is it?”

“Gyudon.”

He nods, brushing a tendril of hair from your face but doesn’t rise from his position on the couch. You stand up to bring him some and you eat together like this, him laying on the couch propped up by some pillows and you, sitting cross legged on the floor. You couldn't escape the memory of the kiss, unable to hold a conversation for the life of you.

You spend the night together in the same bed, but this time he pulls your body close to lay against his. His breathing fanning against the hair on top of your head. He was so warm. He hummed happily as you snuggled into him, placing a kiss gently on the side of your neck before nuzzling his nose against the nape of your neck and closing his eyes.

Dabi seems to heal decently quickly, which is a relief. But it’s only a few days later when he slams the door open, leaning against the frame, breathing ragged. You pull yourself to standing and offer him your hand, which he takes gratefully. You take some time to tend to his wounds again, biting the inside of your cheek. He’s laying with his eyes closed and lips parted slightly.

“Dabi, what do you… do?” You ask tentatively.

“It’s a long story.” He mutters and you give an exasperated sigh.

“I care about you, you know that, right?” You ask, features twisting in pain as you feel sadness claw at your heart. He had let you in for a moment the other night, but since then it had seemed like he was purposely putting distance between the two of you again. He opens one eye and scoffs.

“You don’t know anythin’ about me.” There’s a growl to his voice.

“No, but I’d like to.” You admit, holding one of his hands in both of yours, taking note of their size, and how the skin feels against yours.

“I promise ya doll, you don’t.”

You stop, and crawl on top of him, holding yourself up, looking down at his face. He looks away, bangs falling across his eyes.

“Let me help you.” You beg.

“Don’t need your help.” He snaps, a hint of anger lacing his words.

“Dabi, it’s okay if you don’t-“

“Touya.” He interrupts.

“What?”

“Name’s Touya.” He peeks up at you shyly, cursing himself for letting you in just a bit more. Why did you have this effect on him? Why did it seem that no matter how many bricks he stacked in his emotional walls, you easily pulled them down seemingly without noticing?

“Touya.” You breathe and his breath hitches as you say it, something primordial stirring in his chest. He rests his hands lightly on your hips, squeezing the flesh softly.

“I promise nothing you did would scare me off.” Your eyes plead with him, let me in. Let me care for you.

‘I can’t.’ His expression seems to say. It was selfish for him to want you, to let you care and he knew it. But god, could he just be selfish, for once? Could it be so bad to enjoy something? Someone? He pushes your hair back from your face and sits up, pulling you into his lap and your throat tightens as he stares down at you, face searching your and eyes tracing the gentle curves of your face.

“Come lay with me?” You ask him, knowing he must be tired. And he nods, lifting you up with him as he leads you to bed, but he doesn’t let you out of his arms. Instead he lowers himself with you, body leaning over you as you back falls into the mattress and his arms cage you on either side. All you can hear is the blood rushing in your ears as his frame envelopes you. The tension coils like electricity between you as he tilts his head.

“You’re beautiful, y’know that?” His voice is soothing and low as his face nears your ear, hand stroking your side lightly, tracing up your outline. He braces your jaw between his thumb and forefinger, forcing you to look at him. Your stomach does backflips and you feel like the heat in your face is unbearable.

“Touya…” you murmur, reaching up to touch him. And like that his lips are pressing into yours, softly fitting against yours. His hand wraps lightly around your neck and you let out a soft whimper, digging your fingers into his hair. He groans against you, the kiss growing hungry, needy, and desperate at your response. He gently parts your legs, slotting himself between your thighs. The feeling of his weight on you leaves you breathless.

God, you wanted this, wanted him, so desperately. The pads of your fingers bury themselves into his shoulder blades and he pulls your lip between his teeth, groaning at the soft moan that escapes you as he bites down softly.

His hand slips to the hem of your shirt and he leans back, watching you nod your permission as he pulls it up and over your head. You lay bare chested beneath him, looking away shyly.

“Look at me.” His fingers grab your chin roughly, forcing you to meet his cerulean gaze, simmering with lust, shadowed by the tendrils of hair that fall across his brow. He kisses you again, harder this time, teeth clicking against each other as he palms the soft mound of your chest, toying with your nub and rolling it between his fingers. You let out a broken moan and the softness of it all awakens something animalistic within him.

He lowers his head to bite and suck at the soft flesh of your neck, he places his lips- hot and wet around your pebbling mound. You gasp, gripping the sheets and feel a warmth beginning to burn in the pit of your stomach, thighs gripping him tightly.

“Touya….” you whine as he hums against your skin. He pushes your thigh down with one hand, squeezing your hip with the other with a vice-like grip, the rough pads of his hand eliciting gentle sighs. God, if you hadn’t thought of this a thousand times since you’d kissed. He smirks at your neediness, the way you arch your back and grind your hips into nothing in search of release. Fingers and thighs trying desperately to pull him into you. He nips at your ear and hums softly, speaking so quietly it’s nearly inaudible. The timbre of his voice causing your muscles to tighten with wanton lust.

“Needy little thing, aren’t ya?”

He moves his fingers to the band of your pants, tugging down on them lightly and slipping them over your thighs. He lowers himself between them, peering up at you through his lashes, eyes hazy as he draws his tongue across your skin. Tasting you, feeling the plush of your thighs against his open mouth, sucking the skin and pulling it between his teeth to leave soft purple bruises on your skin, humming contentedly.

Your nails rake against the sheets as you feel your walls clenching around nothing, breathing rapidly, reaching for him, tangling your fingers in the dark tresses of his hair.

“Touya, please…” you beg and he smirks, leaving another soft bite on your upper thigh, teasingly close to your aching center. You feel the warmth of his breath on you and it’s maddening.

“Hmm? What is it, doll?” He teases, lips brushing against your clothed slit as he speaks. “Need something…?” He hooks his thumbs around the elastic of your underwear, and you feel the coolness of the night and the heat of his breath against you. But he doesn’t move, just places his fingers beside your aching core.

“I need you… please…” you whimper pathetically as he chuckles.

He stands, leaving you writhing and breathlessly pleading for him over and over as he removes his own clothes before lowering himself down onto you, pressing his full weight against you. His body seems on fire as you feel the length of his cock settling between your folds, slowly rolling his hips back and forth, covering himself with your slick and you both let out soft moans at the sensation. The head of his thick cock dragging against your swollen nub sends shocks through your body and you can’t help but arch your back as you grind into him, fingers pulling on his hair. He quickly takes both of your hands into one of his, pulling them over your head. Tears begin to pool in your eyes with want as you let out another broken moan that makes his cocky twitch with want.

“Pretty girl gonna cry for me?” He coos teasingly against your ear, kissing your cheek as the salty tears spill down your face. “I know you want it, baby.” He mumbles and ruts against you again. “Want you too, you’re so- fuck- goddamn wet… shit...” he groans as you try to angle your hips to allow him in but he forces your hips down into the bed firmly. He smirks in satisfaction when he sees that you keep your arms above your head.

“You’re a good girl, hmm?”

The praise sends a fresh wave of warmth in your center and you look up at him, chest wracked with shaky breaths.

You wanted him so bad, all your thoughts were of him, of Touya, and the aching need for him to fill you, until everything else melted away and left you with just this feeling.

He slides his hands between your legs, watching your expression change as he rubs lightly around your slick entrance.

“Touya, god, please,” Slowly he slips a finger into you, moving with agonizing slowness as you let out a low moan.

“You’re so wet for me.” He coos against your ear, picking up the pace and curling his fingers against your walls. The dulcet sounds of your ‘ah, ah Touya, please- ah!’ The only ones he ever wanted to hear again. Carefully he works you, sliding another finger and curling violently against you until your back is arched into him, your fingers digging into the unscarred skin of his back, tears falling freely down your face now as his thumb rubs against your clit.

Right as you think you’re reaching your climax, as your walls tighten around his fingers, he pulls them away and adjusts himself over you, kissing your tear stained cheeks. You feel the head of his cock lined up at your entrance and your walls spasm with want and anticipation.

“How bad do you want me?” His voice is taunting.

“S-so bad, Touya please I-I can’t t-take anymore… shit...”

“Oh, poor baby.” He mocks as he slowly pushes into you, the stretch from the head alone painful. “I got you, baby,” he murmurs “I’ll take care of you.” He groans as he pushes himself further into you and you can barely breathe, wrapping your thighs around his torso as he pushes your leg back toward your face.

“F-fuck…” he grunts, panting heavily now. “Feel s’good… so fucking tight… so wet for me…” your whimper eggs him on as he slowly inches into you, allowing you to catch your breath. His hands grip your hips tightly almost bruising as he pulls back slightly, kissing your jawline,

“Good girl,” he coos,”y’can take it, know y’can,” he grunts “Your cunt feels fucking amazing,” he growls against your ear and before you can respond he rocks his hips into yours, pulling a loud cry from your lips as he fucks you into the mattress. Your walls sucking him in as his cock drags along the perfect spot, watching as you keen into him.

“Oh god, fuck me,” you cry as he presses his body into yours, moving his haps languidly and passionately against yours, feeling the way you flutter and clench around him.

His thrusts pick up the pace until you find it hard to breathe, hard to think, his hand wrapping around your neck, ragged breathing against your ear as you struggled to form any words,

“T-Touya, please, please, please….” was all you could manage as he rolled his hips against yours.

“So fucking pretty,” he manages between pants, kissing you sloppily, and massaging your breast as he savors the tight warmth of your cunt. He pulls away slightly, almost apologetically as he pushes both of your legs up toward your face and buries himself even deeper into you, and you keen loudly. The pressure building in your stomach almost too much to bear as he fucks you ruthlessly.

“Ah! Touya- please, i can’t, i need it, i need to cum,” you voice is high pitched and desperate, breathy as you lose yourself in him, desperate for every part of him.

“Come on, come for me,” he manages to get out as he feels himself approaching his own climax. You feel his finger rubbing small circles around your clit and it’s all together too much and your voice breaks, going silent as the only sounds in the room are the skin of his pelvis slapping against you. Your walls clench down around him and his hips struggle to keeep up the rhythm as you let out a string of curses and praise for him, hands desperately searching for something to grab onto. He pulls you painfully tight against him as he follows his own release, moaning into your mouth as he spills into you, hips slowing to a gentle rocking, breath slowing to a more normal rate. You hold each other tightly, lips still pressed together as you cried for him.

He presses hot kisses to your face, your bodies helplessly entwined.

It’s a long while like this, gentle touches and sweet words whispered to one another before the haze of lust and sex fades away.

“Shit.” He mutters and your eyes flutter open. “Birth control?” He asks and you laugh dryly.

“A little late to ask that but… yeah, i have the uh, the implant.” He nods, and sits up, running his fingers through his hair. He brings himself to his feet, pulling you over to him, kissing you softly.

“Shower with me?” His voice is tender and soft and at odds with everything else about him. You nods, lips curling into a small smile.

He opens the door at the same time as Hawks knocks at the front door and your eyes widen. He groans, pulling on pants and walking to the door, pulling it open while you clamber to swiftly pull your clothes back on. Hawks looks at the two of you, faces still flushed and sweaty and holds up his hand.

“I don’t wanna know. Dabi, we gotta talk.”

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hello💕 if ur still taking halloween headcanon requests i’d love to see something to do with dabihawks with tokoyama or dustbunny with bakudeku/togaocha?

i’m just a sucker for any of the villains interacting with the kids so if u want to do other characters along those lines i’d adore that too!

tysm :)

I hope it's okay I threw in some canon divergence, just to make it work! I tried to include as many and much of these as possible, as I love every single ship, and added a couple others just because ehe ;u; <3

so it's a couple of years after the war ended, and the kids are in their 3rd year at UA

the former villains are either in or done with different kind of rehabilitating programs

the new UA, which have expanded into an agency of it own that partakes in the rehab programs, and also acts like a big hero agency, is throwing it's first ever halloween event for everyone that's affiliated with UA

Keigo hadn't expected Dabi to want to go at all, but for some reason he seems very insistent on going?

it definitely have nothing to do with the rumors that his youngest brother is dating some guy in his class and Dabi suddenly having developed older sibling feelings about it

when Keigo hears that Tokoyami is going with his boyfriend whom he still hasn't let Keigo meet, he is extra excited to go

meanwhile, Shoto has no idea that he and Sero is now a rumor, because to him it's simple as the fact that, yes, they are boyfriends, and that is that

but Tokoyami on the other hand, is all to aware of the impending doom that is to come with this party

if it weren't for the facts that Aoyama is so excited about the part, and their costumes, he would simply not go

but as it seems, he is severely powerless when it comes to his boyfriend

so when the part finally arrives, tensions are a bit high lol

after making their entrances and saying hi to friends and coworkers, Dabi and Keigo are right on their missions

Dabi starts off by asking around to locate Shoto's new boyfriend, which overly friendly Denki and Kirishima are more than happy to help with!

they're just so happy for their bro okay?

the only one who realizes there might be some trouble ahead is Bakugo, but he decides that this is way too entertaining to stop

after a while he lets Izuku in on the whole situation, who for some reasons doesn't get why it's so funny?

Sero will forever be grateful that Izuku tattled to Shoto who in turn showed up, all too happy to find his brother and boyfriend talking

neither of them has the heart to tell him what was really going on

and that's how Sero gets Dabi's reluctant blessings to date his brother, and how Shoto thinks Dabi and Sero became buddies

and while this all is happening, Keigo himself is searching the party with his trademark speed, determined to find Tokoyami's boyfriend

but before he can do that, he runs into a guy in the most elaborate costume, he's not totally sure what he is, but he's shiny and sparkly and all things Keigo finds distracting, so naturally he stops to talk to him

he turns out to be a real hoot, (get it, hoot), and he kinda forgets his mission and ends up talking to the guy for a long time

Dabi never forgives himself for not having a camera the moment he walks up to them and asks what Keigo thinks of his mentee's boyfriend and Keigo is like ???

idk man I didn't find him

and Dabi is like ...

and Aoyama is like ....

and Keigo is like ???

the look on his face when he finally realizes keeps Dabi's spirits up in even the darkest times for the rest of his life

and if Keigo sees Dabi smile way too softly for his reputation at the sight of Toga and Uraraka dancing and giggling in their matching costumes a while later, he has the curtesy to not mention it

and just as everyone is sort of caught up with everyone and the different couples and match ups, Mirko and Tenko arrives

together

because, of course they do

it's hoesntly hard to determine which one of Keigo or Dabi has the biggest 404 error at the idea of their respective besties dating each other

but it sure was a sight to behold for everyone else lmao

[uwuwriting]

Bakugou, Shinsou, Todoroki, Dabi and Shigaraki checking out their s/o

Request: Pretty pls hcs for Shinsou, Shoto, Dabi, Shigaraki, and Bakugou getting caught checking out their s/o? thank you! - anonymous

Pretty boys you’ve got there sweet anon. Pretty boys with a capital P. Love yaa. 💖💖💖

rules

warning: some suggestive thoughts, swearing

Bakugou Katsuki

-Bakugou doesn’t like showing his feelings. 

-Like to no one. 

-Not even to you sometimes.

-So when you started to officially date you understood why he would want to keep our relationship a secret.

-He was good at keep it that way.

-Like really good.

-You got no extra attention or special treatment, he never lost his poker face around you and would never NEVER stare at you.

-So you never really checked on him to see if his eyes wondered to ...places. 

-Today your skirt had ridden up your thighs while you were bouncing around the room along side Mina.

-Your favorite band was coming near you guys since they were on tour and you both were ecstatic. 

-The skin of your thighs looked so soft and plum who wouldn’t stare?

-You did mind when people stared at you but now dealing with your excitement was a priority. 

-Your boyfriend had gotten excited by something else though. 

-His eyes were glued to your thighs, his red orbs following your every movement.

-Kaminari and Kirishima were telling him something about Mineta but he couldn’t focus on them. 

-His head was constantly turned to you to the point that Kaminari had to shake his shoulder to get him to look at them.

- “Yo what are you looking at?”

-His head was again turned to you his eyes widening only by a fraction while he mumbled something to the two boys. 

-Kaminari followed his gaze and his own jaw dropped for a moment before a smirk formed on his face. 

- “Well he IS drooling over Y/N like a dog.....”

-At the sound of your name on Kami’s lips, Bakugou’s attention was fully on the boys his right eye twitching at the comment. 

-He let out a snarl and raised his hand creating a few small explosions. 

- “And what if I am drooling sparky boy?? She wouldn’t mind me looking anyways.” 

- “And why is that Bakubro?”

-His smirk widened as he said proudly. 

- “Because she’s my fucking girlfriend.”

-Way to be secretive Bakugou.

Shinsou Hitoshi

-Baby doesn’t want to show his true emotions to the outside world. 

-Heart been broken too many times.. *isn’t that how the meme goes?*

-He shows it to you because you are HIS and he adores you. 

-He knows you won’t hurt him so he gives you his all.

-Such a sweetheart OMG!!!!!!!

-While you two are in school grounds there is not many things that would indicate that you two are together. 

-People would have to watch closely to see the sings of your relationship. 

-How he sits really close to you during lunch. 

-How you tend to come to school sporting his hoodie during cold days. 

-It’s all cute and fluffy but so so on the down low. 

-Yall are out on a date and you decided to go to the arcade.

-You convinced him to have a dance off with you and now you are both sweaty and panting while you are jumping up and down to the rhythm of ‘Party anthem”. 

-Shisnou kinda gave up after a while and he is now just staring at you. 

-You on the other hand are giving it your all trying to get everything right. 

-You are sweaty and feeling gross which is not cute at all since you are on a date but he promised you ice cream if you beat him with a significant difference. 

-You are not letting this slide. 

-Hitoshi’s eyes are on your chest that is em...going along with your jumping. 

-He is stuck and he is already dreading that you’ll look at him and call him out.

-But he can’t stop. 

-He really wishes you were at your dorm right now, the things he would do. 

-His blush is getting darker as his thoughts are getting dirtier by the minute until the music stops and you are left panting. 

-There’s another thing to add to the list of things to add to his small fantasy. 

-You notice that he has been silent for some time now and you try to meet his eyes but you see where they are glued. 

-Waltzing up to him you leave a kiss to his cheek and another right under his ear, making him shiver. 

- “Stop being so dirty we will be back soon.” 

-Winking you walked out of the arcade leaving a very turned on Shinsou behind. 

Todoroki Shouto 

-Baby boy is slow.

-Yall aren’t together yet.

-He really can’t understand what is going on whenever you enter the room.

-His heart starts to race, his palms get sweaty and he has a weird tendency to smile. 

-He wants to be the reason you are laughing. 

-He wants to talk to you non stop.

-He wants to be around you 25/8, 366 days a year. 

-But he doesn’t understand why this is happening so he just plain out ignores it. 

-You have a massive crush on him so it kinda hurts when he doesn’t take any hints. 

-You dress up just a little bit while you are out with your friend group since he is part of it. 

-You cook for him.

-You offer help or ask for help with studies.

-But nothing. 

-You were chilling in the common room.

-You were spread out on the couch, your t-shirt exposed your stomach as you were hanging half off the actual couch and just a pair of short shorts underneath. 

-Shoto was coming back from his father’s agency, his nerves were everywhere and his mind wouldn’t shut you out. 

-Your soothing voice was there when his father yelled at him that afternoon and even though you weren’t there you helped him get through the day.

-So when the poor thing walked through the door and was met with you hanging off the couch in such a suggestive position, his mind ran wild. 

-He couldn’t stop the blush that irrupted on his face as his cheeks and ears became the same color as his scar. 

-He almost choked on his spit when you giggled at something on your phone. 

-Midoriya came through the door next and was shocked when he saw his friend beat red and eyes wide. 

- “Todoroki-kun are you alright?”

- “She’s hot- It’s IT’S hot in here.”

-You turned at his voice, sitting up as your shorts rode up your thighs ever so slightly. 

-Todoroki saw and he couldn’t take it any longer, covering his red face with his hand as he mumbled a small ‘excuse me’ and left the room. 

-He certainly had an image that would get him through the night.....

Dabi

-Salty boy™.

-Him and Tsukishima would have been best buds I swear. 

-He is VERY vocal about his attraction to you. 

-Like legit non stop flirting even after you are exclusive.

-Compliments, dirty remarks, dirty promises, dirty actions, dirty dirty dirty things in general. 

-He won’t hesitate to make a dirty remark in front of the rest of the league. 

-He has NO shame whatsoever. 

-Look he finally grew the balls to make you HIS okay?

-He wants to show off. 

-But he knows when to not look at you like he wants to devour you. 

-He is respectful of Kurogiri so he isn’t a horny bastard while he is around. 

-But one day he slipped. 

-His hold on his horniness snapped. 

-Poor guy. 

-Actually scratch that poor you, you are the one who is gonna get it rough later so yeah. 

-You had just returned from a mission that had gone sideways.

-Your clothes were ripped and your pants were half burned off. 

-Your pretty face had smudges on it and you looked exhausted. 

-Immediately you went to take a shower not letting Dabi ogle at you.

-When your shower was over you came back downstairs and order a strong drink, rubbing your temples in an attempt to ease your headache. 

-Your hair was wet and sticking to your shirt making it wet and Dabi could SENSE that you weren’t wearing a bra. 

-That’s his sixth sense. 

-The shirt was black so nothing showed. 

-That’s why you couldn’t understand why Dabi was giving you that smirk and glancing down your shirt. 

-You rolled your eyes at him and shoved him away from you only for him to grip your waist and set you on his lap. 

-He left a kiss on your neck and smirked as you shivered. 

-His eyes were right on your chest since he could see EVERYTHING from this angle.

-That’s when Kurogiri stepped back in the room, the drink you ordered in hand. 

-He almost YEETED you off of him as a blush bloomed on the few patches of unscathed skin that he had. 

-Kurogiri *being the Nomu he is IFHOQOASB I RUINED IT* didn’t really respond to the position you were in. 

-He just gave you your drink and went back to polishing the shot glasses. 

-Dabi wanted to crawl into a whole and die even though Kurogiri said nothing. 

-Poor guy every thought and scenario he made about that night was out the window. 

-He cuddled you to drown his shame. 

-Bastard..........

Shigaraki Tomura

-I dare you to try and make him check you out in public. 

-Sure he might stare at you ass in the DIM LIT bar yall are staying in but that’s just because no one can see his eyes. 

-He is beyond shy when it comes to these matters and unlike Dabi even after you are together he wouldn’t stare at you like a crazy person. 

-He is very very careful with his glances and calculates when would be the right time to stare. 

-Meetings are easy.

-You all are sitting down so how hard could it be to keep his horny side in check?

-Well most of the time is easy. 

-You are usually wearing your civilian clothes which are very casual and comfy. 

-Nothing is showing and nothing really makes him want to rip your clothes off. 

-He wants to cuddle at the sight. 

-The problem appears when one day you had to go out on a mission and were called into an emergency meeting by Shiggy. 

-Your costume is um... sexy to say the least. 

-Everything you are wearing is hugging your body in all the right places and the mask you wear shades your eyes just right. 

-You look seductive as hell. 

-Shiggy rarely sees you in your villain costume. 

-He sees you while you are getting ready and might make a comment or go for a quick round. 

-But now it was unexpected. 

-He didn’t remember you were to go on a mission. 

-Totally forgot. 

-So when you come down and since all the seats are taken you have to stay standing, Shiggy is in trouble. 

-His eyes won’t leave your thighs and he can’t really form coherent words.

-Dabi is drooling over you and so is Toga. 

-They keep pointing out how good you look and how sexy your costume makes you. 

-More than you already are. 

-Shigaraki has to really one up his self control and not cancel  the meeting and drag you to the nearest closet. 

-He’s so disoriented during the meeting. 

-Kurogiri points it out after the meeting ended and you left for your mission. 

-Shiggy had the darkest blush the LoV had ever seen and he had to leave the room. 

-Took a cold shower afterwards. 

-Waits for you like a lost puppy..... which turns feral once you step into the room. 

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Genre: Drama

Warnings: Swearing, Alcohol Consumption, Harassment

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MYSTERIOUS KNIGHTS TO THE RESCUE

Y/n could feel the base through the floors as she made her way toward the restroom. Her friends were having a great time, and the variety of party goers gave her a few new ideas for her designs. A few minutes of waiting, and finally getting to use the restroom, Y/n was making her way back toward her friends. What she wasn’t prepared for, was a sleazy guy taking up her space, and backing her into the wall behind her. “I’ve been waiting to get you alone all night.” He shouted, leaning in close. Y/N held both her palms up, extending her arms to keep the space. “I wanted to approach you earlier, but your friends were crowding the table.” Y/n could feel her skin crawling, searching frantically for anyone she knew, or even a kind stranger. 

At the bar, Katsuki was ordering drinks, when he scanned the area around him. His friends were spread between their table and the dance floor, mingling and having a good time. Dabi had gone to the bathroom, and should be back shortly. Spotting his lover’s familiar head of dark hair, he motioned for the bartender, and made his way over. What Katsuki wasn’t expecting to see, was his boyfriend, snarl set as he had a man by the collar. Behind him, a woman stood eyes filled with relief, as Dabi gripped the stranger tighter. “You good?” Katsuki grunted, taking a stop in front of Dabi and the man he had a hold of. “Yeah, just caught this creep trying to harass this woman. Luckily, I was just walking out when she was looking for help.” Katsuki nodded, looking behind Dabi toward the woman. “You alright sweetheart? You here by yourself?” He asked, bending down slightly so he could hear her better. Y/N shook her head, “I’m here with my friends! I was heading back from the bathroom when he cornered me!” Katsuki nodded, reaching out to offer his hand. “Let’s get you out of here and back over by the bar. He’ll take care of this.” Y/N only nodded, reaching up to peck Dabi on the cheek softly. “Thank you so much.” she whispered, patting his shoulder and following behind Katsuki.

Later that evening found Katsuki and Dabi, now sober, booking the creep they’d nabbed at the bar. Katsuki and Y/n had made small talk, while she waited for one of her friends. They’d exchanged small pleasantries about their evening, when she found herself whisked away by her friends. She’d thanked Katsuki profusely, and the blonde found her sincere gratitude refreshing. Now that they were sober, both men were deep in thought, silently regretting not even getting her name.

-Y/n didn’t tell her friends about what happened with the sleazy guy until AFTER they left for the evening. She didn’t need Shiggy or Shinsou getting thrown in jail.

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[inkykeiji]

Many sad thoughts running through my head but I can imagine Dabi having trust issues as you and the other anon saying. Him being afraid of getting left behind. I feel like he would say “I didn’t mean to say I love you” at some point because that’s a type of vulnerable he doesn’t want to be but it’s just one of many thoughts

AHHHHHHHH anon anon why must u hurt me like this?????? pls my whole heart just broke at this and i uhhhhh wrote 1.7k words about it,,,

❅ cw: soft dabi, angst, rly sappy ❅

It seems to happen at the most random of times. It isn’t like the movies, isn’t ever after some profound incident or momentous occurrence shared between the two of you—no, it’s always right after the most mundane things; after he catches you brushing your teeth in a cute matching set of panties and a tank top, sticking out your tongue at him, mouth full of foamy white toothpaste; after he finds you curled up on the couch buried under a fluffy blanket, nothing more than a lump and a head as your eyes rapidly scan the pages of the book in front of you, entirely absorbed in whatever world it’s built for you; after he walks into the kitchen to see you by the sink washing a few dishes, hips swaying and head nodding as you hum along to whatever song is blasting through your headphones.

But God, does it hit him like a motherfucking bus every single time, punches him in the stomach without warning, knocks the breath straight out of him.

He’s usually good at keeping it to himself, usually able to swallow it back down when those three little words begin to creep up his throat, dancing on the back of his tongue and restricting his breathing.

But eventually, he messes up.

You had started it, right after you had finished sprinkling the pizza stone with some flour while he was rolling out the dough, wiping your powdery fingers down his t-shirt, then swiping a thumb across his cheekbone, leaving a streak of white flour painted in its path, a little mischievous smile on your face and glint in your eyes.

He retaliates immediately, grabbing a pinch of flour from the bag and flicking it right in your face.

“Dabi!” you gasp, but your shoulders are shaking with silent laughter as you wipe at your face, fingers only managing to leave more strokes of the substance instead of clearing it. Your hand dives into the bag, grasping a handful of flour, inhaling deeply—enough to expand your entire chest—before blowing air out of your mouth, casting tiny, thick explosions of white at him, speckling his shirt and dusting his inky hair.

“Oh, you little brat,”

And, fuck, you look so goddamn beautiful, giggles ringing out around the room, flour strewn in your messy, tousled hair, smears of it across your cheeks and neck, sprinkled on your clothes, eyes bright and breathing laboured with exhilaration as you daintily leap away from him.

They’re bubbling up in his chest, those three stupid little words, climbing up, up, up his throat to settle on his tongue, light and sweet, floating in his mouth like candy floss and melting on his tongue only to be resurrected by another one of your giggles, or playful yelps, or squeals of his name.

And he’s too preoccupied to remember to swallow them down, to chew and chomp on them until he’s crushed them into a thousand tiny pieces as he chases you around the kitchen while you throw clouds of flour at each other, too enraptured by the soft, cute, precious sounds he’s endlessly pulling from you, too hellbent on hearing more, a man possessed.

Because he hasn’t laughed like this in ages, isn’t sure he’s ever laughed like this in his entire life, and they just slip out, when he finally catches you, chest heaving a bit from the thrill of it all as large hands curl around your shoulders.

“God, I love you,”

They’re muttered softly, just a huff of breath, really, blanketed by his laughs and yours, and you nearly miss them.

Nearly.

And then, everything stops. Your laughs abruptly cut off, and he wishes he’d have missed the sharp intake of breath you inhale through your mouth, lips parted slightly, wide eyes staring at him as your body freezes up, going rigid in his grasp, feet fused to the floor.

He stops, too, lets go of you so quickly you’d think your skin burnt his palms through the thin material of your shirt, sapphire eyes growing wide—wider than you’ve ever seen them before—as his mind catches up with his mouth, stumbling a few steps back from you.

He wants to say something, anything, but his voice is caught in his chest, fading into pathetic squeaks of breath any time he tries to force a few words out. And it aches, heart pounding almost painfully against his ribcage, breathing shallow—almost ceased completely—as he stares unblinking at you, sharp, tingling anxiety flooding his veins.

And you—well, you’re staring at him with this look in your eyes, something that he can’t decipher, and it makes his stomach lurch. It’s a look he’s never seen before, your eyes shining as you gaze at him, almost glittering as you stare at him, unmoving, unbreathing, unexplainable. Are you upset? Angry? Disgusted? Stunned? A combination of all four? None at all?

The fact that he can’t tell, that he doesn’t know, when he prides himself on being able to read others so insanely well, ignites flames of anger that alight his entire body, right to the tips of his fingers and his toes, blazing straight through the anxiety and simmering in his chest, eyes hardening as they glare back at you.

A beat passes, your ears ringing from the thick, tense silence draped over the room, and then he’s pushing past you roughly with a choked snarl that sounds a little like a mix between a sob and a growl, and storming out of the kitchen.

He’s cut off all communication entirely, has been ignoring you for a few days now, only leaving his bedroom out of absolute necessity and refusing to answer any of your countless texts that have been collecting on his lockscreen, refusing to even touch his phone. He doesn’t want to see what you have to say, desperately tries to convince himself that he doesn’t care, that he isn’t scared of what your messages might reveal, isn’t terrified of that impending rejection he’s so sure is lurking on the horizon.

But there’s only so long he can keep avoiding you before you finally catch him in the kitchen, just past three in the morning, fixing himself a late-night snack.

“Oh, thank God,”

He whirls around at the sound of your voice, cobalt eyes gaping for a moment before narrowing into sharp slits an instant later.

“Dabi, listen—”

“No,” he growls, eyes flashing. “You listen, I don’t want to fucking talk about it, alright?”

Leaping in front of him, you block his path, prohibiting him from leaving the kitchen and speaking quickly. “Yeah? Well I do!”

“I don’t care,” he spits viciously, the ache throbbing deep in his chest—at the very core of his body—reminding him otherwise. “There’s nothing to talk about, anyway! It’s not like I meant them,”

And that—that gets you to stop, tripping a little over your own feet as you stumble back like he’s physically slapped you, a soft, hurt little whimper getting caught in the back of your throat as tears rapidly pool in your eyes, blurring your vision.

“Wh-What?”

He glares down at you, molars grinding together as his nose twitches.

I didn’t mean to say I love you.

What a pathetic fucking sentence—it’s almost laughable, the corners of his lips quirking up in a sardonic little grin. Your breath hitches, and his shoulders tense at the sound.

‘You aren’t supposed to know I love you’ is much more accurate, his mind sneers at him. Coward. Fucking coward.

“I didn’t mean it,” he says, though his voice is beginning to quiver, trembling hands curling into tight fists in an effort to stop it, short nails biting into the flesh of his palm as the skin stretched taut over his knuckles turns bone white.

“Didn’t mean what?” you whisper, glistening tears finally spilling over and streaming down your cheeks, leaving gleaming trails of salt water behind them. “Say it, Dabi,”

He’s got his eyes shut tightly as he shakes his head, knows if he opens them, if he looks at you, that he’ll break, shatter into a thousand pieces, split himself open at the very core of his body and bare his entire soul to you.

“Look at me,” you demand softly.

His jaw flexes once, slowly exhaling out his nose.

“Dabi, look at me,” a pause. “Please?”

“No.”

“W-Why?” the word escapes your lips in a little whine, broken up by your sniffles.

You know why.

But it’s those little half-sobs, the ones that keep catching painfully in your chest, that do it, interspersed with your soft whimpers as you plead with him—please, open your eyes, just look at me for a second, please!

Unable to stand it any longer, his lids finally rise, slowly revealing sparkling sapphire, glowering at you, his harsh gaze protected by a thin shield of water.

He hates this, hates not having control over his own fucking body, over his own fucking thoughts, hates the unfamiliarity of it all, of the unpleasant fluttering in his stomach and burning in his throat, swallowing thickly past the hard lump that’s formed, constricting his breathing.

Revolting, his inner voice snarls at him. You’re weak, letting some stupid little girl get to you like this, as if you even—

Your touch silences the voice, cutting it off midsentence, his whole body flinching at the soft, small hand resting so tenderly against the curve of his face, subconsciously nuzzling his cheek into your palm a second later, eyes slipping shut again.

“Dabi,” you begin, and something has changed. You no longer sound hurt, no longer sound wounded, your voice gentle and—

No. No, no, no, this can’t be happening to him right now. Panic grips his heart, puncturing it with its claws, sending blistering, sharp pain searing through his chest and slicing him open, raw and vulnerable.

“Please, don’t,” he whispers, words tumbling from his lips without his permission, voice frail, fragile, broken.

Don’t. He doesn’t want to hear them, doesn’t need to hear them, can’t bear to hear them—not if they’re false, fake, uttered out of misplaced pity and sympathy.

“I love you, too,”

A pathetic hiccup gets caught in his throat and he chokes on it, chest stuttering as he shakes his head, lids clenching tightly against the unfamiliar sting of tears, lips pressed together firmly to stifle the tiny distressed sounds that keep crawling up his throat, trying to escape.

There’s no way, she’s lying, how could she ever—

“Yes,” you whisper, thumb caressing his jaw. “I love you, too,”

[strawberry-nugget]

Bnha characters as things I've said or have been said to me

A/n: halfway through writing this, I realised many things have been said to me in a very mean way, I had just filtered them in my brain to the point everything seems funny now. Fear not, these are just super out of context things that are very humorous.

Disclaimer: minors dni, every character depicted is over 18 years of age.

Warnings: mentions of periods, spoilers for the amazing spiderman 2 (I believe), language, mhhhm if you find anything else kindly let me know so I can put it in the warnings

Uraraka (to Aoyama): we don't all have to like Big Time Rush just because you do! 

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Denki: I'm going to give this dog my lunch

Bakugo: don't, have you ever seen a dog eat cheese puffs? 

Denki: yes... No?

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Jirou, accidentally leaking during her period

Sero: WHAT'S WITH ALL THAT BLOOD

Jirou: i- ah, cut my hand? Uh? Yeah I guess?! I cut my hand

Sero: SHOW ME YOUR HAND WE HAVE TO STOP THE BLEEDING, EVERYONE! JIROU'S HAND IS BLEEDING

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Amajiki: how do you tongue someone? 

Kirishima: it's like? An?? Octopus?? 

Amajiki: octopus? 

Kirishima: in like, texture and stuff

Amajiki: wait what? 

Kirishima: just get your tongue in their mouth it's not hard

Amajiki: why octopus tho i-

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Reporter: Deku, who do you think is going to make it to the next big 5 of the hero charts? 

Shoto oh, oh, can I say? 

Deku: obviously my- well yes shoto you may say your own guesses, 

Shoto: *passionately swaying back and forth while singing 'I don't want to miss a thing'*

Deku: shoto? Shoto uhmm we're waiting

Shoto: OHHHHH

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Mina, texting Bakugo: I'm never taking you along with me next time I do my nails. 

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Mirko: stop being so pretty- oh my god did a fucking horse just turn around to stare at you? 

Hawks: I'm pretty sure I just caught its attention while passing by, calm your tits

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Denki: which celebrity would you sleep with? 

Bakugo: none

Denki: what? 

Bakugo: You heard me. None

Denki: even if they paid you? 

Bakugo: yeah.. I'm never having sex so good luck with fishing an answer out of everyone else

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Deku: uh that's actually incorrect, the joker doesn't have a backstory and by assigning him one you're taking all the essence away from his character. Justifying the acts of a canonically psychopathic serial killer with a fixation on a bunch of people by giving him a conventionally moral and excusable story to make him relatable is against the idea of why he's still who he is and that's what's wrong with our society. I think we are willing to excuse villains if they have a heartbreaking backstory but the point with Joker is that he doesn't have one so nice try making him be someone who could ever be salvaged. Now if you open the killing joke by Alan Moore and Frank Miller you will see that Batman is also of same nature, although in his face we find someone we can and should feel sympathy for-

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Tsuyu watching spiderman with Bakugo and Sero: what's coming out of her nose? 

Bakugo: blood. She's literally dying

Sero: BRO!

Tsuyu: And why is it coming from her nose? 

Sero: she hit her head so that's? Natural? 

Tsuyu? Didn't she hit the back of her head? 

Bakugo: LET ME WATCH THIS SCENE IN PIECE OH MY GOD

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Hawks: First of all, uncross your arms. You're in defense mode and I'm not attacking you… right now. We'll see what happens in a while 

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Momo: I didn't mean it when I said don't text me back if you don't make a move on them. Text me back I miss you. 

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Jirou: just because I went to see black Panther with you does not mean we're together

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Koda: yes, I am gonna carry this dog until we find a place for it to pee and then I'm carrying it back, is that so hard to grasp

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Tokoyami: I just realised that the joke with not being able to not see John Cena is because it's a pun with his name

Kirishima: I'm pretty sure it's because of a move of his

Tokoyami: you seem to know about this stuff. I trust you

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Iida: wake up! Now! Were in a club and you screamed that this is a nice piece of broken glass and you run your finger over it? Are you insane? 

Uraraka: but its-

Iida: DON'T FALL ASLEEP, NO DON'T TOUCH THE GLASS AGAIN

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Mina: wait- deku is NOT your boyfriend? 

Uraraka: no!? 

Mina: I thought you two had SOMETHING going on? 

Uraraka: in his head? 

Mina: HE- ISN'T HE LIKE IN LOVE WITH YOU? 

Uraraka: wait what? 

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Toga: I thought you were a bitch when I met you, I put on il ballo del la qua and you turned it off. I can't trust anyone who doesn't want to dance to this song! 

Shigaraki: maybe I'm just emo okay? Otherwise I'm harmless. Also. I was dressed as a vampire, I had to maintain my image at all costs

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Dabi: *sings grenade by bruno Mars in every small gathering of the Lov and forces everyone to listen*

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Aoyama, only listening to 5sos for four days: momo can you please buy me the 5sos book for my birthday? 

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If you ask for part two I am simply going to expose how many dumb bitch moments or trauma I have which idk if it's humorous content. Anyways... Who wants to see bnha and shy things I do next?

[eddiemunsonssoulmate]

Late night devil, put your hands on me

Pairings: Dabi x Hero!Reader

Words: 7.7k

Summary: It was supposed to be a relaxing Saturday night while your roommate was out on a date. Finally some peace and quiet from all the work of the last few weeks. Just you, your bathtub and a good book. Too bad someone had a whole other idea.

Rating: M for Mature & F for Filth

Warnings: Mentions of dubcon, rough sex, choking and a lot of other things. It’s Dabi, you know what’s coming.

Also on: AO3

A/N: How much would I let a man ruin me, level: Dabi. This was supposed to be short and filthy and now it’s long and filthy. Enjoy!

Ain't no one else who can burn me like that

“Have fun and good luck with your date,” you yelled from the hallway when your roommate was almost out of the door.

“Thanks, I’ll need it,” was the only reply you got before the door closed.

Your roommate had been nervous all day long, so it was no surprise to you that words were a little short right now. You just hoped it would go all right, it had been quite some time since the last date.

Which also meant you finally had some peace and quiet on your own this Saturday evening. During the week you two barely saw each other because of work so you would normally spend the weekend together which can be quite exhausting at times.

But today it was only you, a good book and a bathtub. The hero business was always buzzing, there was always a criminal to catch at some corner and the last couple of weeks had been tiring your body out so much that your agency had given you off for this weekend.

Being a sidekick was hard enough in such a renowned agency and you had the tendency to work too much, rarely looking after yourself. They barely had to kick you out yesterday evening and ban you from the agency for the weekend.

You were happy they did, really. Your body needed the rest.

As you were walking through your room, trying to gather the things you needed for a relaxing bath you kept thinking back to the last few cases this month alone. Two attacks from the League, kidnapped children and people getting set on fire for seemingly no reason with no pattern. You didn’t get the League sadly but could at least solve the other two cases.

The one with the children strained your body and your mind the most. It had been hard seeing all those kids in danger, almost getting drowned in acid as an empty threat from the villain. Your team had been able to get everyone out alive, thankfully. But all those crying and terrified children that would have a hard time getting back to their lives...it had been different.

You closed your eyes and shook your head. You shouldn’t think about such things when you are trying to relax and actually forget about work for once.

With a fresh towel and your book under your arm you walked over to the bathroom where you had the water running. It had been quite some time since you actually had the time to take a bath. Normally it was just showers and mostly not even long ones.

You took your clothes off and dipped into the water, letting out a sigh as the hot water moistened your skin.

You leaned back into the tub and closed your eyes for a moment, simply enjoying the warmth around you on this rather cool fall evening.

When you felt comfortable enough to reached over to grab the book you were currently reading, almost halfway done but still so much to go.

It was a fantasy story about love, revenge and a lot of faeries. It was a nice read and you actually really loved the story, you just didn’t have enough time to read it on a regular basis so your plan was to read as much as you could this weekend. You should be able to finish it because as soon as you were caught up in the story again, you knew you couldn’t just leave it be anymore.

As you were reading your book you really did get caught up in it again, the story drawing you in and-

Bang.

Your head shot up from the lines in front of you, eyes looking towards the closed door of the bathroom room. A frown was forming on your face, there clearly had been a loud noise just now.

Was your roommate back already? Did the date go to shit? Was it another bird that flew against your window? It had just happened three days ago so what were the chances?

“Back already?” you hollered with a slight teasing tone on your lips. You would be happy if your roommate had been able to take his date back to your place already but you highly doubted it. It had been barely twenty minutes, you had only been in the bath for roughly ten.

There was no answer. Maybe it was really a bird or something fell from the table. Maybe it had been one of the neighbors in the hallway in front of your apartment but it sounded a little closer.

You shrugged and turned your head back to the book in your hand, trying to find the line where you were when you heard steps. You quietly put your book down and listened in closely.

You swallowed and took a deep breath. There wasn’t enough time to jump out of the tub and get dressed so you readied your quirk while your naked body was still in the water, the bath foam the only thing hiding you.

The handle of the door was pushed down and you were about to set your quirk off when the door opened wide and you were met with blue flames, briefly wrapping around your hands and burning them so you couldn’t use your quirk.

Blue flames.

You hissed in pain and put your hands under the water quickly, trying to cool them down. It wasn’t a bad burn but it still hurt.

“Calm your quirk, doll. It’s just me and we know how far you get every time you used it,” the black haired man said almost annoyed while standing there, leaning against the doorframe with that stupid smirk of his.

Dabi.

“What the fuck are you doing here? In my apartment? Don’t you have people to burn somewhere?” you snapped back at him and he put a hand on his heart, acting like he was affected by your words.

“Oh my, doll. Your words hurt me. I just wanted to visit my favourite hero on her day off,” he told you with a wolfish grin on his lips as he took a step forward. His blue eyes were looking you up and down and only then you realized once more that you were actually naked.

Your relationship with Dabi was...complicated, to say the least. It had started a few months ago when you were chasing him once more, deep into the forest and him setting trees on fire as you two passed through.

Your quirk had been almost useless against him but that didn’t mean you wouldn’t try to catch him. When he had suddenly vanished only to show up behind you, it had been the turning point.

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Strong arms wrapped around your middle, pulling your back close to his chest. He put his hand around your throat and you could feel the heat radiating from them, seeing small blue flames dancing along his skin.

“Such a sweet girl, following me wherever I go,” he whispered against your ear and you knew that he could snap your neck within a second when you moved now.

“Let me go,” you growled as a weak warning but he just laughed against the skin of your neck when he started to nuzzle it, squeezing with his hand a little.

“What a weak protest. You actually like this, don’t you?” His voice was venom that was dripping into your body and you clenched your jaw.

“The others will be here soon,” you replied, ignoring his comment. 

You had met him a couple of times before, never catching him and you couldn’t deny his handsome features, especially those icy blue eyes of his but that wasn’t something you would admit to anyone. He was a villain, you were a hero. He killed people, you saved people. Simple as that.

Your eyes widened when the hand that was wrapped around your middle moved upwards and squeezed your right boob.

“What the-” you started but he squeezed your neck once more, preventing you from getting enough air.

“Shut up and let me enjoy this moment alone with you,” he growled before he spun you around, pressing you against the next tree. His hand was still wrapped around your throat, one of his knees now pressed between your legs.

A chuckle left his throat when he looked at you as you were gritting your teeth, trying to think of a way to get out of this.

“Don’t act so strong, little hero. I’m not going to hurt you that bad, you’re too precious for that,” he growled as his lips were so close to yours that you could feel them brushing against you ever so lightly when he spoke.

You couldn’t deny the attraction, the pull that made your body relax.

Something he noticed, of course.

“Good girl.” He licked his lips, looking at you like you were his prey that he had been hunting down. You for sure felt like that right now.

“y/n!” Suddenly someone yelled your name and Dabi let out an almost feral growl of annoyance while looking around, trying to find the person but from the sound of their voice, they must have been still quite far away.

You tried to answer but felt the fingers around your throat closing tightly once more.“Too bad, I was hoping to have more time with you. Well, maybe next time,” he whispered against your lips before sealing the kiss.

The villain was kissing you and there was nothing you could do about this, except gasp in surprise which he only took as an invite to invade your mouth with his tongue, tasting him and the faint metallic taste of his tongue piercing inside of you.

And as if you didn’t have a mind of your own, you kissed him back only to feel him grin against your lips only a second later. He had what he wanted and you knew it.

What a fool you were.

“Such an obedient doll,” he said with a chuckle when he pulled apart, leaving you breathless and feeling filthy at the same time. “I’ll be back for you.”

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And back he came. Multiple times. He was pestering you over and over again and you didn’t stop him.

You gave yourself willingly to him and didn’t even know why. He was a dangerous man that had no problem killing you if he wanted to. Had no problem with killing everyone you loved just to get what he wanted and yet, you couldn’t stop it.

Whenever you saw him he was ready to stuff you full with his massive cock, splitting you apart and you were always begging for more.

Maybe it was the feeling of doing something forbidden that was always pulling you back to him. Maybe it was the fault of his eyes that sometimes had a hint of sadness and you just wanted to find out more. The burn scars of his body didn’t come out of nowhere after all but you would never dare to ask. It was all physical after all.

“Cat got your tongue?” he barked at you and got you out of your trance, realizing he stood right in front of the bathtub now, towering over you. “It’s not nice to ignore your guests, you know.”

You bit your lip from keeping the reply inside, still trying to ignore the pain on your hands.

“It’s not like I invited you. How did you get in anyway?” you asked, trying to sound nonchalant while his crotch was so close to your face. You kept your eyes on his but that wasn’t making it any better. His eyes were one of the biggest selling points after all.

“Balcony, it wasn’t that hard to just melt the lock,” he said with a shrug as he crouched down in front of you, face now on the same level. For a moment you wondered how he even got up here, you didn’t live that close to the ground but he probably had his ways. For some reasons the League of Villains were always able to show up in the most unexpected places and they had been seen using portals before even though you doubted he would use portals for such occasions.

“I hate you,” you replied, just thinking of the damage he had done to your door only to get in. You had no idea how to explain a melted lock to your roommate and there was not enough time to switch it out before they would notice.

“I know, that’s why this is so great.” While he said ‘this’ he gestured between the two of you.

You hated him.

You should just gather new strength with your quirk and at least distract him so you could grab clothes and leave.

You should kick him out, inform your colleagues so they can catch him. You should do something and yet you didn’t do a single thing when he let his hand run over your arm with a featherlight touch that was so unlike him.

You didn’t do a thing when his hand dripped below the water, tracing around your breast, your nipple, along your stomach until the center of your legs.

What a fool you were. A naive fool that couldn’t keep her physical needs in check. It wouldn’t be that hard to go out and find a decent man to just get your needs satisfied with.

And yet here you were, with one of the most dangerous, most wanted villains of your generation and you would let him do anything to you.

Kind of pathetic if you would really think about it but thinking was out of the window when his fingers find your clit under the water and you lean your head back with a moan.

Whenever he touched you it felt so electric, you had no explanation for any of this. You were nothing but a toy to him and you didn’t even complain.

“That’s my girl,” he chuckled when he watched how your body started to squirm, you arching your back so your boobs were outside the water. “And I’m barely touching you.”

You knew, for fucks sake. He was only rubbing small circles against your clit and yet you already felt like you were on fire.

One of his fingers dipped inside of you and you let out another moan, opening your eyes again to look down, watching how he was pumping one finger in and out of you, then adding another one.

“You’re so wet,” he chuckled and you turned your head towards him. His other arm was resting on the side of the bathtub, his head on his arm, looking almost innocent if it wasn’t for that wolfish grin on his lips that made you afraid he would just eat you up any second.

He was pumping three fingers in and out of you now and you were barely able to hold it together, your legs were moving on their own, splashing water around more than necessary until he pulled his hand away suddenly and your whole body stopped.

“What?” you said in confusion and heard his laugh, shaking his head and simply putting his hand in front of you, spreading his fingers apart and you could clearly see your wetness coating his fingers. He dipped his hand under water once more to clean them.

“What what?” he replied as if he didn’t know what you were talking about. Fucking bastard.

“I-” you stopped yourself, biting your lip. Your body was burning hot and you just wanted release but that’s just what he wanted to hear.

“You what, doll?” He grinned at you and watched you taking deep breaths, trying to calm your body down but with him so close that turned out to be quite the challenge.

“I want to cum,” you mumbled, barely audible even to yourself. God, you felt so ashamed even thinking about this.

“Excuse me? I must have water in my ears, what did you just say?”

Gods, you hated him. You hated that smug smile, that teasing tone, that pleased look in his eyes that he had when he got close to getting what he wanted.

“I want to cum,” you said again, this time louder and clenching your jaw in anger. You didn’t just hate him, you also hated yourself for this.

“Why didn’t you just say so, princess?” he chuckled and stood up, opening his buckle. You looked at him confused and he caught on, shrugging with his shoulders. “Well, you have to earn it first.”

Of course he wouldn’t just let you off the hook that easily. 

His pants and underwear dropped to the ground and he let out a relieved sigh when his cock sprang free, not straining against the fabric anymore.

“Open up,” he told you and you sat up straight in the tub, feeling a cool breeze especially around your breast, only causing your nipples to grow more. Something he clearly approved of because his cock started to twitch at the new sight that you were giving him.

Dabi took his cock in his hand, pumped it a few times before ligning it up with your open mouth. 

“Tongue,” he demanded and you pushed your tongue out, letting him put his dick it. He let it rest there for a moment before pushing inside of you slowly and you closed your lips around him.

“Hm, that’s good,” he said with a low moan falling from his lips and you got to work. After all this time you had figured out what he liked, figured out how to be careful of his piercing in your throat so you didn’t hurt yourself or him.

You shifted a little in the tub, trying to take him deeper and reaching forward to fondle his balls.

He let out a choked gasp and leaned forward, hands resting against the tiled wall of your bathroom while he tried to hold himself steady. For some reason it made you proud that you could do this to him because he always did way worse to you.

Wet sounds were filling the bathroom,  sounds of the water splashing a little as you were moving around and sounds of your lips and tongue swirling around his cock, making him moan from time to time.

But suddenly he grabbed the back of your head without a warning and pushed his dick deep inside of you. 

“C’mon, be a good doll and choke on it.” His words were ringing in your ears when he was hitting the back of your throat, tears gathering in your eyes and you felt like you couldn’t breathe. 

“Don’t be dumb, you have a nose for a reason,” he reminded you and you tried to breath through your nose before he pulled back out almost completely, only to push forward with more force and there was nothing you could do against it. You simply took his dick as far in as you could, opening your jaw to its maximum and yet, it still felt like it wasn’t enough.

He did this a few times and after one more big push and his tip once again tickling the back of your throat you felt his hot semen spilling down your throat and you were struggling not to choke. 

When he pulled out you were coughing, trying to catch a breath, some of his cum still on your lips.

You heard how he started to hum when he picked his pants back up and you looked at him with widened eyes.

His eyes landed on you once again as he was about to close his belt. “I really like this sight of you, you know. Wet, messy, my cum still on your lips.” He chuckled, more to himself than to you. 

The black haired man noticed the look on your face and he tilted his head a little to the side. “Hm? You want to say something?”

Obviously but you couldn’t. Your throat was still burning from the ruthless attacks only seconds before and you were trying to catch a breath to even form a sentence.

“I thought-” you started but had to stop, swallowing hard. He was once again just standing in front of the tub, looking down at you with that cold look of his. “I thought you’d...give me release.”

“Are you saying you don’t want me to go, princess? Because it really sounded like you wanted to get rid of me when I arrived.” He tried to hide his grin but you saw the edges of his mouth twitching, the staples moving ever so slightly, giving him away. Not that he would mind. He knew exactly that you were at his mercy and he knew that you knew.

“Gods, I ha-” Once again you stopped midway when you saw how his eyes darkened and you swallowed the rest of the sentence. “Can you please not go?”

“That doesn’t sound really convincing, maybe try again?”  He crossed his arms over his chest, his gaze fixed on you and it almost felt like he was trying to drill a hole in you with his look.

You took a deep breath. “Can you please stay and...fuck me?”

“Are you begging for my cock, doll?” Dabi asked and started to smirk again.

You hated this, him, you.

“Yes, please fuck me with your cock. I need it,” you said without thinking. You were tired of thinking, tired of fighting this. It had been a lost fight from the beginning, you knew this and even worse, he knew this too. 

“My, why didn’t you say this sooner?” he replied with a chuckle and looked almost a little too gleefully for a second. “Up.”

“Up?” you repeated his words back at him and looked at him confused.

“Out of the tub, doll. You’ll get all wrinkly otherwise and as much as I’d love to leave bruises on you, I’m not interested in having them on myself. Meet me in the living room.” With that he left the bathroom so casually as if he would live here. As if he wasn’t a dangerous villain.

You got out of the bathtub, legs a little weak. You used your towel to dry yourself and thought about putting on clothes for a moment. That would be the perfect time to get back on track, to gather your things and get out. He was distracted and you would have your chance to get away from him.

Only problem, you didn’t want to. The pull was too strong. It was something feral that was boiling in your stomach, something raw that you couldn’t stop.

Your clothes were ignored and forgotten as you made your way over to the living room. Only dimmed lights were on and you saw how the balcony door was opened a bit, letting cool air inside.

It made you shiver so you wrapped the arms around yourself.

“Cold?” he asked and you spotted him in one of the dark corners. “I actually appreciate the look.” 

Dabi walked towards you and pinched both of your nipples at the same time, already hard from the cold and now even harder. Arousal was building up between your legs again.

It felt quite humiliating to stand in front of him like this, naked in dimmed light. If your neighbors would look carefully they might even spot what was going on through the big windows of your living room.

Normally you only had quick fucks with clothes on, simply pushed down to the knees and ankles, him forcing himself inside of you, trying to get as much out of the little time you had together.

But this? This was different. You didn’t just have fifteen minutes, you probably had at least two hours or however long it would take for your roommate to return. A lot of things could happen during this time.

You felt the heat radiating from his body, standing so close to you but he was fully dressed and not naked.

“Tell me again, doll. What is it you want from me?” You weren’t sure if he just loved his own voice so much or if he only wanted to hear you say filthy things. Maybe a bit of both.

You closed your eyes for a moment, trying to clear your brain. Thinking wouldn’t help now. You just had to give in to your urges. Forget who he was, who you were.

“I want you to fuck me,” you replied after opening your eyes and he took a step forward, causing you to take a step backwards out of instinct. One more time, two more times, wall behind you.

The cool wall was not really comfortable against your back but the heat in front of you was close to burning your skin. You wondered if he had activated his quirk without the flames to cause this heat or if it was just your body reacting to him.

“Are you sure you can handle it, doll? It won’t be like the other times. We’ve got time. I’m going to split you apart and make you mine, there’s nothing to stop me this time,” he growled, his voice so deep and dripping with lust.

He put his hands next to your head, trapping you with his whole body. It sounded almost like he was asking for your consent, not something he would normally do. He liked to take the things he wanted.

“What if I say no?” you blurted out, surprised at the words leaving you but the curiosity was too strong. Curiosity also killed the cat.

He grabbed your chin with his right hand and forced you to look him deep in the eyes.

“Can you?” he asked with a raised eyebrow and his blue eyes looked at you so intensely that it felt like he was looking directly into your soul. As if he could see that you would not refuse, could not refuse.

“Please use me.” You didn’t directly reply to his question but your words were enough of an answer.

Without wasting another moment he pressed his lips against yours. You felt relief and your body relaxed, even more so when you opened your mouth and let him in. He always kissed like he was a dying man and maybe he was. You didn’t know, wouldn’t know if you asked him. It was not your place to know.

His hands started to wander over your naked body, groping your breasts, then down to your ass, fingertips running through the slit of your ass before grabbing your cheeks and hoisting you up, pressing you more against the wall, all of it without breaking the kiss.

“You really are special, you know?” he said when he pulled away from the kiss and you tilted your head, asking what he meant without using words.

Dabi started to kiss along your neck, licking and sucking the soft skin there. “You’re so defiant, so rebellious whenever we fight and yet here you are, acting like my willing slut.”

He was right about this but you couldn’t explain it to him because you didn’t have an answer to yourself. You knew it was wrong and yet, you still wanted him, all of him.

Thankfully he didn’t expect a reply to his words, not that you were able to answer the moment he bit down hard on the flesh of your neck, bruising and almost breaking the skin there.

The villain in front of you was marking you. Marking you as his and people would probably see the mark at some point, asking you questions and you had to make up a stupid excuse. You couldn’t tell anyone the truth.

Your legs were wrapped around his middle and you could feel his cock once again straining against the fabric of his pants, pressing against your center, begging to be freed.

Dabi growled against the wounded skin on your neck, a feral sound that left his throat and you felt how his hands got hotter while holding your ass. You tried to ignore the pain that was slowly growing stronger and suddenly, it stopped.

He lifted his head from your neck to look at you and you leaned forward into another kiss, wrapping your arms around him.

The black haired man started to move with you in his arms, carrying you across the living room before dropping you without a warning, turning you around and pressing you against the window next to the broken balcony door.

You only had a moment to prevent being pressed completely against the glass, hands in front of you.

“That’s not how we play, doll”, he said, followed by a disapproving ‘tsk’ and he took your wrists, pulled them towards him and put them on your back so you were completely pressed against the cold glass in front of you.

Thankfully it was rather dark in your room but you were sure if some people from the apartment block over there or even just from the street, they would be able to spot you.

You felt humiliated once again, pressed against the window with your cheek , nipples on display for everyone.

“Imagine all those people being able to see you now,” he said with a dark chuckle behind you, hands grabbing your ass before pressing his chest against your back, towering over you and also getting a good look on the street below you. 

You were pretty high up here but not high enough to not get noticed. 

He slipped a hand to the front and ran his fingers through your folds. “Looks like that turns you on.”

You were almost embarrassed with how wet the thought made you. You didn’t want it to happen and yet, when he was saying those things to you, you couldn’t stop being aroused by that.

Dabi lifted his wet finger to your face and used his free hand to grab your hair to pull you back a little. Even though your hands were not held in place anymore now, you let them rest at your back, they were still trapped with his body anyway.

He lifted your face and held his wet finger in front of you. “Lick.”

Without another thought you opened your mouth to let your tongue swirl around his long finger, licking your own juice off of him.

You felt filthy and used but loved every second of it.

He let go of your hair and you put your face back against the glass, letting the cold glass cool you down for a moment before he grabbed your hips and pulled you back roughly. This time you had to use your hands to brace yourself against the window or you would have fallen over.

You felt the tip of his cock dancing around your entrance and you hadn’t even noticed that he had taken off his pants once again. God, you were really dazed with lust and need if you couldn’t even notice this. So much for not letting your guard down around a villain.

Without a warning he pushed deep inside of you, making you scream in surprise and you had to bite down hard on your bottom lip to stop yourself. The balcony door was broken and open after all, they would not only be able to see but also to hear you.

“You feel so good, doll. My cock buried deep inside of you. Is that what you wanted?” You felt his piercing rub against your most sensitive spot inside of you and you moaned, nodding slightly.

“Yes, it feels so good,” you replied, trying to keep your voice down, afraid you might give someone outside a clue about what was going on in here.

Dabi started to pull out and push back in, first with a slow rhythm, actually giving you time to get used to his thickness, time you normally never had. During your usual encounters he would leave you split open and with a burning. Not that he cared. It wasn’t a pleasant feeling but it made you remember him for days afterwards.

This time was different. He let you adjust, giving you time and you wondered what plans he had in that sick mind of his.

Your hands started to get sweaty against the glass, slipping down millimeters from time to time whenever he pulled out of you and pushed back in.

It didn’t take long for his rhythm to get faster and all you could do was moan and take him. With every thrust he hit the right places, his hands gripping your waist tightly, fingernails digging into your skin.

Soon enough you could only hear the slapping noises of skin meeting skin, his balls hitting against your from behind.

Suddenly a loud slap rang into your ears and the pain came only a moment later. It wasn’t the normal pain of getting spanked, it burned. 

You gasped in surprise and saw blue flames from the corner of your eyes when you turned your head around.

“Don’t hold back with me, princess. I want to hear those moans.” It wasn’t a request or a reminder, it was a threat, the blue flames speaking for themselves. 

You hated yourself for actually liking it.

When he pushed deep inside of you with the next thrust you let out the moan he wanted to hear, trying to forget that you were right in front of a window, that the door was open, trying to forget everything but him and how he made you feel.

“That’s it. Stop thinking. I’m the only important thing that exists for you, my little doll.”

You repeated his words in your mind over and over again, letting him fuck you hard from behind, letting him take control over you. It felt good to let go for once.

Your mind was taken back to reality when you felt how he started to massage your butthole from behind.

Once again you turned your head to look over your shoulder, your gaze meeting his and he started to grin. His thrusts had become a little slower while he kept rubbing soft circles around the sensitive skin of your back entrance.

“What are you-” you didn’t get to finish the sentence when he started to slowly press a wet finger inside. You weren’t sure if it was your own wetness or just spit.

“I told you to stop thinking. Are you deaf or just a brat?” He sounded way more aggressive but even this tone sent more arousal down your core and you felt yourself getting even wetter. Something he must have felt too with his cock buried so deep inside of you.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled and he nodded, pushing the finger inside deeper. It burned but not as much as your cheek that he had slapped moments before. It was a different kind of burn.

“I can actually feel my cock from here,” he said with a chuckle and wiggled his finger inside your back entrance, causing you to moan loudly. It was a completely new sensation for you. You had done it yourself before but this...this was different.

You closed your eyes and your legs started to get weak when he picked up the pace again, one finger buried deep inside your ass. The whole feeling had shifted, the penetration felt completely different now and you were barely able to handle it. He was really fucking you stupid at this point.

When he added a second finger you moaned loudly, not sure if it felt good or if it was just discomfort, you weren’t sure of anything anymore at this point.

His hips snapped at you roughly and you could feel wetness running down the insides of your thigh.

“You sound so sweet when you take all of me.” He sounded so amused, knowing he had you at his mercy, there was nothing you could do at this point. “But I want more. You better not resist or it will hurt.”

Without having the chance to even process what he said he pulled out of you, leaving you to feel horrible empty. You started to whine, almost desperate noises leaving your mouth and when you tried to look back you felt it.

His wet tip at your ass as he started to push it in. You wanted to protest, wanted to say something but you tried to focus on relaxing so it wouldn’t hurt.

It hurt anyway, his thickness was too much for you.

You were a sobbing mess by the time he had all of himself buried inside of you, his piercing rubbing against you on a whole other level now.

Tears were in your eyes but to your surprise, he didn’t move. Let you adjust once more.

“Good girl,” he replied and stroked your back. It was actually comforting, something you had never felt with him before.

When you sobbed once again he slapped your ass hard, only making you whine louder.

“Don’t be like that now. I’ve told you I’d split you apart. You gave yourself willingly to me,” he said with a slight edge in his voice. He was right, of course, you just didn’t expect it to be like that. 

He was rough and yet gentle. He made you sob and moan at the same time. You wanted this, you had agreed to this and after a long moment of silence and adjusting, it actually started to feel good.

Dabi must have felt how your tights rings started to relax around himself because he patted your cheek he had slapped before almost gently.

“See, not too bad. Better brace yourself.” He pulled out of you slowly only to slam it back inside and your body surged forward, pressing back against the window, your hands stopping the collison.

“Well, actually,” he started again and grabbed your wrists again, pulling them to himself once more and pinning them on your back like before.

Once again your face was pressed against the window, your back was arching so far back it almost hurt but the feeling of satisfaction that was soon added to your rollercoaster of emotion was overshadowing everything.

The way he was buried deep in your ass and kept fucking you hard from behind felt so good, made you feel alive, made you forget the world around you.

“You’re such a willing slut if you want to be. Not a single thought in that mind of yours right now, pressed against the window with no care in the world if anyone sees you now or not,” he said and watched you in your state. You almost felt high from the feeling, his grip on your wrists was strong, his words were dripping sex to you in this moment.

“Do you want to be seen by people, doll?” he asked and you swallowed, trying to form a thought to answer his question.

“I don’t care, just fuck me. Fuck me hard.” Your reply was music to his ears and he was happy to give you what you wanted.

His hips started to snap against your behind, his dick going outside and back inside almost forcefully. You moaned loudly now, not holding back anything anymore. It felt too good, everything had become such a haze. 

You had never felt this way with anyone before and you knew that was his way to make you his, to claim you, to make you come back for more.

You knew you would.

He reached forward with a hand and pinched your clit for a moment before letting it wander towards your breast, stroking them for a moment until his hand closed around your throat.

You swallowed hard and he growled behind you.

“Stop being scared, it’s annoying.” To emphasize his words he gave you another, single hard thrust that made you squeal, a sound he could feel against his hand that was comfortably wrapped around your throat.

“You’ve been so good, don’t ruin it now,” he mumbled and you barely heard it between your moans and the sound of wet skin.

Your body was sweating already and you could barely breathe, even less with his hand wrapped around you.

Dabi suddenly pulled you back, making you choke briefly with his hand. The angle of his cock changed and without even realizing it, your tight rings clamped down around him and you came, wetness coming out of you and running down your thighs.

“Anal orgasm, hm? Never seen that before,” he chuckled and sounded almost proud but you weren’t sure if he was proud of you or himself.

You felt his cock twitch when you were clamping around him and he already sounded out of breath with every word that left his mouth.

“I’m close, doll.” At least one warning this evening but the tone in his voice told you he wanted something. You knew exactly what it was.

“Please, come in my ass. Claim it, it’s yours,” you moaned out between sobs and quick breaths, breaths you weren’t able to take anymore when his hand tightened around your neck, pressing yourself back roughly against him.

You felt dizzy when you felt his cum seeping inside of you. It was still so much even after you had swallowed quite a bit before.

Your insides became hot when he painted you with his cum and you whined, trying to catch a breath but he didn’t let you.

Only when the world started to spin and became slightly black at the corners of your eyes did he let go of your throat and you immediately took a deep breath.

“Don’t pass out on me now, princess.”

Your chest was heaving and you tried to get as much air in your lungs as you could. He pushed you forward slightly and pulled out of you.

Your own wetness was running down the insides of your thighs while his cum came out of your other entrance.

He chuckled slightly and slapped your ass, something that made you realize how weak your legs actually were. You were about to meet the floor but he caught you without any effort.

“Got you better than expected,” he told you with a grin that you didn’t see but heard.

Dabi lifted you up and carried you over to the couch, putting you down on your stomach. When he wanted to turn around he stopped you.

“Stay. I want my cum to stay in your ass, just as a reminder,” he said with a cheeky wink and you felt exhaustion washing over your body.

For a moment he vanished from your sight and returned fully clothed to your sight. He crouched down in front of you and pushed some hair out of your tired face.

“Cat got your tongue again?” he asked, trying to provoke you into saying something stupid as you always did.

“Shut up,” you mumbled weakly and he laughed at your weak attempt. A dark laugh but different than before.

You wanted to say so much more, so slap him for making you almost pass out, yelling at him for being so rough but you just couldn’t. Your body and your mind were tired and you didn’t have the energy to fight it. That would have to wait until your next meeting.

“Don’t worry, I’ll see myself out. I’ll even use the front door this time.”

You just hummed in approval, hoping he wouldn’t seal anything on the way out. Tiredness was coming over you and you barely felt how he threw a blanket over your naked body before you fell asleep.

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“I’m back,” you heard the familiar voice of your roommate while you slowly woke up from your slumber.

You smiled slightly when waking up, a yawn leaving your mouth when he started to turn around on the couch.

It took you way too long to realize where you were and why you were there.

Still naked on the couch, covered only with a blanket with Dabi’s cum in your ass. Balcony door still melted, imprints of sweat against the window next to it, and the bathtub was still filled.

Your roommate walked into the living room and turned the light on maximum from it’s dimmed state.

“Date was okay but I don’t think she is the girl for me,” the young man you shared your flat with replied and he was looking at your widened eyes.

He squinted his eyes at you and took in the surroundings. He wasn’t stupid. He would know. The state you were in would give it away if not anything else.

The small grin tugging at the edges of his lips told you that he knew.

“Looks like someone had fun on their own while I was gone. Please clean that up tomorrow, I don’t want to sit on any bodily fluids,” he replied and waved with his hand, a blush forming on your cheeks.

“Of course,” you replied, still tired. All you wanted was for him to go to his room so you could either fall back asleep on the couch or make it to your bedroom. When you shifted on the couch, it was clear that you would go nowhere. Everything hurt and your legs were still weak.

Suddenly his two colored hair peaked back out around the corner, followed by his face and he grinned at you again.

“Actually, I’m quite jealous. I wish my date would have gone that way,” he told you with that bright grin of his and you threw a pillow after him.

“Go to bed or I’ll give you a scar that matches your other one!”

You only heard the young man laugh as he made his way down the hallway and you waited until you heard the telltale sound of his bedroom door close.

Once again you shook his head, mind filled with Dabi as you fell back into a deep slumber.

It was only the next morning that you noticed all the hickeys on your neck and the imprint of his hand on your ass that he burned in on there. It wouldn’t be permanent but it would for sure be there for a few days.

'Cause I'm a sucker, I'll do 'bout anything

[plush-rabbit]

LOV Kinks

A/N: Hope you enjoy them!! Also a few mention AFAB but it’s mostly kept gender neutral (some of them im not so keen on but i think it fits more into their character except for like 1 but that’s like a whole ‘nother thing)

Bubaigawara Jin:

Brat Play- Jin is a gentleman with you, but he likes the sense of control that sex gives him. He likes teasing you, towering over you with his large stature. He’ll kiss your lips, order you to get on your knees and when he’s met with a cheeky response and a killer smile, he’ll ask once more. Deny him and  he’s bending you over his lap, bum exposed and smacked until you start to sniffle. He wants to see you cry a bit, to look up at him from your position and act cheeky. 

Katoptronophilia- Sex in front of the mirror is a everything to him. He has you bent over, arms stretched behind your back and he holds your wrists with a single hand. He looks in front of the mirror and admires what he sees. Whether it’s your chest that moves widely or your cock that bobs and drips with arousal, he’s cupping his hands to your chest and twisting at your nipples, bringing you close to his chest and talking absolute filth to you. If you compliment Jin during this time, there’s a high chance he’ll pound into you harder, bite at your shoulder all while you tell him beautiful things about himself. 

Sensory Deprivation- No matter who it is that is being tired, gagged, blind folded- Jin is having the time of his life. If it’s you, he loves to see you nervous. The way your muscles tense when he walks by, how you can tell he’s already so near when his knee makes the bed dip. It’s a feral type of arousal that he gets from it, salivating at the thought of you being terrified, comes about your body and whispers close to your ear about how he’s going to wreck you. If he’s deprived, he’s excited. Sculpted muscles line his body, tense and perfect, you’re able to see every curve and dent and he’s gasping when you touch him. He wants to be drained by the time you’re done with him.

Dabi:

Corruption- Play the dotting role of the lover- cook for him and take care of him, wash his hair and kiss his scars. He falls deeper for you. A sinking pit that wants to drag you down and bury himself inside of you until you’re molded to his shape, ruined for anyone else. Dabi wants to see you cry and think about all the perverted things you do. He stuffs you with his cock and shoves his fingers into your mouth until you’re gagging and crying. He wants to take you and fuck you on a dirty mattress, ruin the sweet mental image of who you are. 

Humiliation- Dabi loves to see you hide yourself behind your palms. He wants to see you whine and deny the filthy words that leave his mouth. He thinks it’s the cutest thing when you start to hiccup and whine about how you aren’t a slut. It’s all in good fun and he knows your tears better than anyone so when you do start to actually cry, he’s apologizing but he’s jerking in the shower about that cute, scrunched up face you made. But, turn the tables on him and he’s creaming. Every single word that cuts at him is soothed over as you call him yours. 

Marking- He doesn’t want to hurt you. At least more than necessary. He likes branding you. It’s usually nothing more than a slight burn that will sting for a bit, your skin flushed and hot. He’ll press himself close to you, kiss at your neck and open his mouth. He lives for leaving you marked- bruises that won’t fade until weeks later, bites that sting and a grip too tight that breaks skin. A soft press of his hand against your hip that leaves you hissing is something that he takes pride in. If you want to mark Dabi as well, he’s eager to let you. The sharp, hesitant bite of your teeth, the way you lap it over with the flat of your tongue is so cute, he’s thrusting deeper into you.

Iguchi Shuichi:

Body Worship- Shuichi has a bit of self-esteem issues given the way he grew up and the organizations that are highly against his type of quirks. Run your hands through his hair, kiss his hands and comment how nice his hands are and tell him how pretty his scales are he’s melting. If he’s being praised- told how gorgeous he is, complimented on his scales during sex, and he’s nothing but putty, slow, sensual sex where he keeps himself close to you, nails scratching down your skin and threatening to rip the soft skin. His compliments towards you are the standard type- being told how pretty you are, how you’re perfect- but as it continues, he starts highly praising you, listing everything that he loves about you while kissing and nipping his ways toward your sex.

Breeding- Due to his quirk, there’s a bit of an animalistic side to him. He’s always close to you during sex, bodies pressed and meshed, legs intertwined and arms wrapped tightly around you but it hardly ever steps into the breeding category unless you mention it to him. There are times where Shuichi can’t help himself, pumping himself into you, head buried into your neck and a hand will curve over your stomach. It’s during this when he’s absolutely filthy- talking about how you’re going to be full of children- eggs that will fill your belly- slimy and completely aroused when he knows that he can smell your ovulation. Perhaps it isn’t the thought of raising children that makes him excited- though he can’t deny that he hasn’t thought about having children with you- but rather the entire aspect of breeding. To see a swollen belly, full breasts, your leaking cunt, the way that he gets to be the only one to have his seed so deep within it and see the dazed look on your face after he orgasms. 

Odaxelagnia- While your teeth might not be strong enough to pierce his skin, he can’t deny the pleasure from it. He can feel the pressure, the way your spit pools onto him in heavy strands that trail down his body. He enjoys it very much. While Shuichi may not be the tamest nor the wildest, he can appreciate a good mark. He was given sharp teeth for a reason. He’ll bite around your body- thighs, stomach, shoulders, and anywhere else he happens to be- and admire the welts that form. During his breeding episodes is when he’s most likely to bite, tearing up and shaking, a faint copper taste in his mouth and then he feels you yank on his hair. It’s a sharp pain and he remains latched onto you, soothing away the pain with his tongue. He loves to see you marked, covering his bite where he can see and a few times where others can see.

Sako Atsuhiro:

Helplessness- Atsuhiro is a gentleman- a bit of a flirt, but a gentleman nonetheless. He’ll always help you, take amazing care of you and give you whatever you need without a second thought. However, during sex he is a different person. He feeds a bit off of your helplessness. He wants to watch you struggle- whether it's roleplay or bondage- he wants to see you twist and turn, bite your lips and be flushed in your face. He thrives on seeing you squirm, the way your legs tense when he runs a gloves hand over you or even the way that you act naïve, begging him for help with doe-eyes. It fuels a bit of his need to be there for you, to give and fulfill your wants while also making sure he is pleased as well.

Impact Play- The marks he leaves never linger for long. He prefers to spank at your bum, to let his hand arch over the fat, let his fingers dance above your sex and see the way that you grip onto the sheets or pillows in fear. He prefers his hand but he isn’t above using a belt or a flogger if you seem up for it. He loves the dark print that it leaves, the way you whine out the numbers that you can barely keep a track of. Atsuhiro would never hurt you, but there’s something about seeing you at his complete mercy, the way that you’ll cry and beg to be good, how you’re sniffling and slowly turning on your back, so careful to not rest against your sore bottom. He likes seeing his print on you, the way you cry and whine, how you’ll bend your legs and hold the back of your knees as he rocks into you. 

Risk- Atsuhiro is a showman. He likes to be the center of attention, to garner everyone’s attention and it shows. His personality is loud, the way he never reveals his face and keeps it behind a mask, and how he prefers letting people know what he’s done rather than keeping to the shadows. And that’s why voyeurism does it for him. He wants the risk of being caught, to have people see your naked body, sex played with his hands so expertly that it should be a crime. He so often wants to see you come undone, to run the risk of having people known what he’s doing to you- late trains are a special occasion when going out with him- sitting on his lap and letting the rumble of the train vibrate and move your body against him. A metal hand reaching to pull at your teats and a soothing voice in your ear to tell you to be quiet, as you struggle not to make a sound behind a closed mouth. There’s a part of him that wants to get caught, to see people’s reaction, to give a performance and show them how good you can look.

Shigaraki Tomura:

Internal Cumshots- Being inside of you bare is already so risky. He’s deep within you, huffing and panting, mindless fucking where your bodies stick together because of sweat. You feel so good- warm and soft, the lewd shucking noises enhanced without the feel of latex. But the real prize comes when he releases inside of you. He knows the risk, but seeing you full with his semen- thick, slow drops oozing out of your abused hole can get him going for another round. He can almost imagine your belly swelling with his seed. The titillating look on your face as he enters you once again is enough to make him ejaculate once more.

Mommy- He has mommy issues. It doesn’t matter whether Tomura is on top or on beneath you, he’s still a submissive when it comes to you. He’s whimpering, begging for you to touch him, all while he paws at your chest, lips kissing feverishly at every inch of your skin until he latches on a breast, the teat in his mouth and he’s humping you like a dog. You could be cuddling, threading your fingers through his hair and calling him a good boy and he’s already erect, fucking you between your thighs and begging for you to touch him. 

Somnophilia- Tomura enjoys coming into your room, watching as you sleep, climbing above you and slowly fondling you until you start to whimper and pant in your sleep.  He watches with wide eyes, pupils dilated, his skin hot and flushed and when he enters you, you’re already stretched. He loves the bit where you start to wake up, eyes blinking away sleep but slowly returning to your slumber. On the same note, he loves waking up to you already touching him, his cock around your hand as you jerk him off, your lips against his unmoving ones, trailing down to kiss at his chest.

[kkusuka]

Unsupervised

Dabi/ Touya Todoroki x Fem reader

Genre: Smut

Synopsis: You haven’t seen Dabi in a year and he seems to miss you a whole bunch.

words: 1.9k

Cw: minor manga spoilers, slight degrading, overuse of the word doll, you get walked-in on and I'm sure there's a word for that I just can't think of, voyeurism

The threat of being arrested loomed over your boyfriend's head since becoming a villain. Apparently, the fear of never being free again was stomped out by his ambition to overthrow his father.

So when he was captured during an ambush, you felt your heartbreak for him. No matter what had happened in his childhood, life in prison was the only outcome you could think would happen.

Your heart shattered when you were proven right.

You haven't seen Dabi in a year, he was constantly being transferred into higher security prisons. Not to mention the times you tried to visit but he was placed in solitary right before, his bad habit of getting into fights finally caught up to him.

The time made you think about all the nights you spent laying under the stars talking about your future, a peaceful life, maybe a family. Or all the evenings you would dance around your living room in that shitty apartment as a soft waltz plays from the speaker. You’ll never get the chance to have a nice wedding or that baby girl, he would treat so well-

“Um, Y/n? You’ve been cleared to enter.”

Shooting your head up at the mention of your name you take notice of the guard holding the door to the visitation rooms open. You could feel his eyes on you as you placed the fashion magazine back into its place, before grabbing your small purse and walking over to the man.

He led you down a monotonous hallway bringing you to a stop before door number 12.

As he went to open the door he asked once more if you had anything in your purse that could aid in an escape of a high-class prisoner, you're sure the reminder of just who your boyfriend is was a dig at you. But you couldn't even care about that.

He warned you one last time before opening the door and stepping in, taking a second to stand there when a deep familiar voice rang out from the depth of the room,

“Dude, no offense but I was getting in the mood to see my girl, and seeing you really turned me off, where is she anyway?”  you rushed to step in immediately noticing the taunting smirk on his scarred face, “ah! There she is! How are ya Doll?”

Unable to hide your overwhelming rush of emotions, you almost ran towards the man, who promptly stood, letting you wrap your arms firmly around his waist. He maneuvered his still cuffed wrists over your head, pressing you into his body.

Slightly swaying your bodies, he lifted his head towards the guard, who was stationed in the corner by the door ( observation, a skill you picked up from one of Dabi’s impromptu survival lessons) raising his hands, “Man couldn't you undo these one time? They're ruining our reunion.”

You let out a soft, wet laugh at the humor that you missed so much, letting a sniffle out as he stuffed his cheek into your hair, eyes still burning into the guard.

“You know we can’t Mr. Todoroki, it’s against policy for high-class profiles”  You could tell this guy did not like you or your boyfriend and wanted to make sure you knew it.

At the excuse, Dabi let out a loud groan and spun you to sit on the couch adjacent to the chair he plopped himself onto. Settling from across from him you finally got to take a look at him, the look was reciprocated as he stared back at you.

He wasn't as skinny as you expected, that meant he was eating well, or as well as he could in this situation. His skin looked less blistered, definitely from the lack of quirk use. The staples on his hands were replaced with actual stitches and seemed to be healing.

But most notably was the white roots poking out of his dyed locks, something you would never see. He would dye his roots the second his natural color peaked through. It was almost like looking at a different person.

But his eyes, the slight upturn of his lips as he smirked back at you, and the deep chuckle when he noticed your stare. All telltale signs he was the same man you knew, and loved, for the last six years of your life.

“Whatcha lookin’ at doll?”

You couldn't help but let out a smile at the nickname, “Your hair, and your eyes, and your arms, and your, your everything. I can't believe it’s really you” Yu tried to laugh the last phrase out but your soft sobs got in the way.

He gave you a smile and held his arms out, making small ‘grabby hands’ at you, motioning you to come back into his arms.

“Well you didn't come all this way to just look at me, and, dude can’t you just take ‘em off for a minute. These things are totally ruining our moment”

Before the man could answer an intercom blared into the room a fight had broken out in the main corridor and they needed all guards in the area. Meaning he had to leave, at least for a few minutes.

He shot the both of you a look, reaching to grab his keys from his belt, opening the door, “I will be right back, I’m locking the door, the cuffs are staying on. The door will be locked until I come back, no funny business. Am I understood?”

You gave the man a curt nod as he shut the dock, as the lock clicked in place you were thrown onto the couch, your coat and purse threw to the floor. Dabi was looming over you in seconds, pulling his arms apart snapping the chain of his handcuffs.

“H-hey! What-”

“Doll, I haven't gotten off in a year and all of a sudden you show up and we were handed a golden opportunity I will not waste”  he growled as he slipped your top off.

Reaching behind you he unhooked your bra, throwing it into some corner of the room, something he’ll probably manage to sneak back into his cell with. He kneeled in between your legs leaning to take a nipple into his mouth, rolling the other, maintaining eye contact.

“Fuck I missed these, my head doesn’t give you credit, mouse” you missed this, you missed his voice, you missed the way he bit your neck as a hand reached down to maneuver your shorts down your legs.

He lifted his head, admiring the marks he left on your neck, pushing you to sit against the armrest. Then pulling your thighs to his shoulders pressing his face into your dripping core. Giving it a small lick and a guttural rumble from his throat. “Oh, baby you shaved just for me? Now I've got to give you a taste. And you’re just as wet as I remember”

Attaching his lips to your clit, giving it a suck, you followed his command of playing with your hard nipples aiding in the build of your orgasm. Reaching a hand to hand onto his colored locks, pulling him closer to you while tightening your thighs around his head. His chuckle sent shivers to your core, adding to the wetness.

His tongue was shoved deeper into your cunt as you clench around him, riding through your orgasm. Letting you fall onto the couch, painting as he released his cock from his boxers

“You know what to do Doll, get in position.”

You couldn't forget how he wanted you if you tried. It's been buried, fucked really, into you. You're sure you would have pulled your knees to your chest, opening yourself completely, presenting yourself to him, as he fucked you.

He laughed at your submissiveness, “I’ve trained you that well? All this time and you're still my cockwhore! Say it, tell me I was a bitch in heat you are for me.”

Instead of letting you answer he fully sheathed himself in your heat, his hips flushing against yours.

“I’m not hearing you talk Doll! ‘Cmon you’ve said it before, tell me how much you love my dick in your pussy.” he accompanied each word with a roll of his hips, brushing into your clit. Bringing a hand up to roll your nipple.

“I-i’m a whore for you cock, I’m a-a well-trained bitch in heat”  

“Hah! Yes, you are, my bitch in heat!”

He was pounding you into the couch, thrusting with his entire body weight straight into your cervix. Your mind was a mess of his soft growls and the finger rubbing circles around your throbbing clit. Only knowing the feeling of his cock re-carving his way into your cunt.

Mid-thrust the door swung open and you could make out the face of the shocked guard frozen in the doorway. Dabi shot a glare over his shoulder at the intruder before letting out a mocking laugh as he slowed his hip, eliciting a whine from you.

In a second, Dabi fell back, dropping you onto his cock, facing the shocked guard, who was opening his mouth attempting to speak.

“Dude, don't just stand there,” Dabi mocked snapping the guard out of whatever trance he was in, he opted to step in and shut the door going back into his former stance, “ha! Give him a show doll!”

He helped you start off by picking up your hips and dropping you back onto his cock, settling you into a steady rhythm. When you try to hang your head and look into Dabi’s burning eyes, he seems to have other ideas.  

He placed his hand under your chin and pushed your face to meet the eyes of your observer, “Not at me baby, give ‘em a show, it's what he stayed for afterall” keeping with your rhythm his other hand flew down to your clit, fondling with it, laughing when you let out a gasp of his name.

You felt eyes fall onto your bouncing breasts, taking Dabi’s words too great you reached a hand to play with your pebbles nipples, letting out a pornstar worth moan, and Dabi let out a fake moan to pair with yours.

As you felt the coil in your core begin to grow, you lost your pace opting to let Dabi bounce you on his cock until he took mercy and flipped you over, throwing a leg over his shoulder.

Sensing you were close Dabi aimed for the spot in your depths, “Please, gonna cum, Please, please!” the coil was getting tighter and your cunt was squeezing him.

“Go, whore” and with that you fell apart around his cock, milking his orgasm from him as he shoved his cum, farther into your cavern.  

A minute of breathing passed before he peeled himself off you and glanced towards the guard who choked out a command to clean yourselves up and that you only had five minutes left. Scouring the room for your clothes, Dabi surprised you when he handed your bra back until you noticed him pocketing your panties.

After staying in his arms for whatever remaining time you had left, the same guard came back and yanked the man off you and replaced the broken handcuff, locking them on his wrists.

As he was escorted out he glanced back, winked, announcing, “Bye-bye Doll, wait for next time, I’ll stuff your throat full, ok? Just wait.”  

Two weeks and he’ll have to make do on that promise.

[shealolz]

TOGA HIMIKO HEADCANONS

warnings & notes: mentions of blood, stalking

genre: idk??? mainly fluff

Toga Himiko x Gender Neutral U.A Student Reader

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- unlike how she found her crush on Izuku, Ochako, and Tsuyu she got hers on you by seeing you in a coffee shop a little after the sports festival with the pro you were interning with

- she immediately took a liking to you and would’ve probably killed you right in that coffee shop if you weren’t with a pro (she wasn’t rlly a full fledged villain yet yk)

- lowkey thinks your going to shiketsu or sum shit bc who tf wants to go to u.a??

- so imagine her surprise when she meets you properly at the training camp with two of the ppl she was assigned to capture

- mf probably tried flirting with you don’t lie

- and you just stood there and took it bc you were gonna fight her when she was obviously distracted that’s unfair (and maybe bc she was cute)

- “i want to see you covered in blood, (nick name)”

- now that was kinda creepy so you sort of just crept closer to Shoji who was like three feet behind you

- she’ll probably stalk you if she likes you enough too lmao

- you dont rlly have a friend group it’s more of a hangout with whoever’s free (which most of them time ends up being denki or mina) so she always finds you around someone

- if the police manage to capture her (even if it’s only for like an hour) they’ll probably find a lot of polaroid pictures of you

- toga gets deeply distracted if your fighting during a battle and your bleeding (“their just so pretty, dabi!!”

- back to the sports festival mf probably watches that shit on replay just for the tiny bits that has you in them

- toga makes plushies of all her crushes. so your added to the massive pile.

- one time you caught her watching you from your door window and she just stood there like “🧍‍♀️”

- forces dabi to bake little deserts that she can send to you under the pretense that their from ur mom

- corners you multiple times to try and stab you just for her to get caught and having to flee before the pro’s arrive

- the two of you never rlly fight because toga gets distracted and you kinda don’t want to fight your weirdly pretty stalker (it’s endearing)

- the realization toga has when she figures out this is more than just a crush and sometimes she finds you pretty without you being covered in blood

- it takes a long chat with magne for her to realize she actually wants to date you not kill you

- she doesn’t stop stalking you but the fantasies of seeing you covered in blood do lessen

- if you do end up catching feelings for her back and the two of you decide to date its heavily kept under wraps

- the only ppl who know other than you two are dabi and jin (bc “jin’s my bestfriend” and “dabi doesn’t care”)

- lots and lots of coffee dates bc according to toga it’s “nostalgic” (you don’t get it till she explains)

- having to reassure her that her quirk isn’t monstrous and cuddle sessions afterwards

- you, toga, jin, and sometimes dabi playing just dance in jin’s apartment living room

- the only reason dabi was there is because “you idiots are going to do something stupid if i don’t supervise” he just doesn’t want to admit you guys are fun to hang out with

- the two of you making disgusting tasting smoothies in jin’s apartment

- filming tiktoks that you never post bc toga happens to be a wanted criminal

- sadly your parents pay attention to the news and you have to sneak toga in your bedroom after midnight if you want to cuddle

- when your home alone the two of you are chaotic little shits and you blame the dog why the house is a mess when your parents get home

- bakugou is surprisingly sharp and figures it out when he finds a box of sweets in your dresser labeled “from himiko”

- yells at you a lot before awkwardly patting (smacking) your back and storming out your room

- he’s not that mad but he thinks there’s so many ppl you could’ve picked other than toga

- yandere tendencies?? yes. gets jealous if the librarians at the library help you pick out a book 😐

- convinced you to give her a little bit of your blood bc she wants to know what it’s like to walk around freely more often and who are you to say no to her?

- ppl probably think your twins

- lots of pet names such as “love”, “sweetheart”, “darling”, etc...

- MATCHING MFING OUTFITS. YALL ARE THE SEXIEST PEOPLE WHEREVER YOU GO

- helping toga with her buns in the morning if you guys have a sleepover

- lots of cheek and nose kisses, toga thinks they r cute lol

- anyways y’all are the cutest couple ever and nobody can disagree

[animensfw-smut]

Sub! Shinso x Dom! Bakugo's little sister! Reader

can you do one when Hitoshi Shinso is the submissive one

Requested by @r3bb3cca1996

Sorry for the late reply! I hope you find this oneshot to be satisfactory!!! Thanks for allowing me to try to write about watersports! <3 I’ve also decided to write this in second pov for once.

WARNINGS: NSFW, 18+, Watersports, masturbation, overstimulation, Shinso may be OOC...

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*Second pov*

“How pretty~” Your voice cooed in Shinso’s ear as he writhed under your touch. His hair was a mess, splayed out on the fluffy pillow, his bangs covering his eyes. Your fingers brushed the hair out of his face, seeing the blissed look adorning his features.

Now how did this happen?

It was right after training when you had decided to take a shower. The locker rooms were empty because who except the Bakugos’ would train on a weekend? Yes, absolutely no one who is crazy enough to train on their free day when they rest their muscles. 

You were Katsuki’s twin little sister. You had nearly the same quirk as him plus a teleportation quirk and was a female version of Katsuki. For some reasons, Shinso despised the older twin, but he can’t help glancing and often staring at the younger twin... Which brought him to where he was now.

You being the oblivious person you are, didn’t notice you were being spied on as you showered. Shinso enjoyed the view: how you would rake your fingers through your hair as you washed it and how your hands moved across your body as you rubbed the shower gel on your body.

Humming to yourself, you continued with your shower, only to stop as you hear something... Weird. It sounded like heavy breathing and there was a slight squelching sound. You wrapped a towel around yourself, going towards where the sound was.

Shinso was too wrapped up in the pleasure of nearly going over the edge that he had forgotten to keep quiet and out of view. His hand was steadily pumping his cock, gradually quickening the pace as his precum leaked all over his cock. His fingers teased the tip, pressing gently onto the slit and rubbing, his other hand massaging his balls. 

Oh, what a lewd sight you had stumbled upon. Your breath caught in your throat as the view before you left you rooted to the spot, your fingers twitching with the urge to touch yourself. Shinso’s face was red, his head thrown back and his cum gushing out of his cock, some of it spraying onto your leg. You couldn’t help the moan that escaped your mouth as you gathered his seed onto your fingers before placing them in your mouth. Shinso watched you, embarrassment present in his expression and lust present in his eyes. 

“Oh my, oh my. Who thought you were this dirty, Shinso~” Your fingers were coated in your saliva as you offered it to Shinso. He opened his mouth willingly, moaning at the taste as he continuously sucked on your fingers. 

“Such a dirty boy. I think you need some discipline, no?” With hooded eyes and a cloudy gaze, Shinso nodded, his tongue swirling around your fingers as he sucked harder. You smiled at his willingness to comply before you both teleported to your room.

His back hit the mattress as you pushed his chest back. The jeans he wore were tugged off along with the boxers around his ankles. Your fingers trailed along his inner thigh, shivers making his whole body tremble. A smile tugging on your lips, your hand rested on the base of his cock, pumping slowly and squeezing his cock every so often. 

“Now, now, baby, don’t be trying to use your quirk on me~ Be a good boy and jerk yourself off using my hand~” Shinso let out a groan before thrusting into your hand, his hips lifting from the bed with desperation. 

“F-Feels so g-good...!” His husky voice echoed in the room and your eyes continued to stare at his pleasure-filled expression. His cheeks were dusted with a bright red hue, some drool dribbling down his chin as his hands clenched the sheets, his cock pulsating and ready to burst.

“Come on baby, i know you like it here the most~” Your hand moved away from his cock, instead moving to the tip. Your thumb rubbed the slit, pressing down with a gentle force, your fingers dancing over the head. 

“A-Ah, I’m c-cum-cumming...!”

“Mmm...” You hummed as you wrapped your mouth around his cock, sucking the juice out of him. Your tongue pressed against the tip, giving kitten licks to it, making him hard again. 

“P-Please, t-too much...” 

“Nu uh, this is your punishment. Who gave you permission to jerk off while watching me shower? Such a pervert.” 

“P-Please...!” You gave a sigh,

“Nope, pretty baby.” You removed the towel, tossing it in a random direction before straddling his hips. Shinso breathed in a deep breath of air, feeling grateful for the break before his fingers pressed into your waist,

“W-Wait...! I-I need to go... t-toilet...!” You shook your head,

“Hold it in like the good baby you are, okay?” He shook his head, averting his eyes.

“Alright baby, eyes up here.” Your finger directed his eyes to look into yours as you sank down onto his cock. His eyes widened, his hands clenching the sheets tightly as his face reddened.

“Hn...!” He moaned out loud when you started moving, the slapping sound of your skin meeting his filling the room. 

“Mm, you look so pretty...” Your eyes glanced at his plump lips, swollen from his teeth biting down onto his lower lip. Your finger swiped over his bottom lip, rubbing over the bite marks, pressing your lips against his. He whimpered into your mouth as your tongue forcefully tangled with his, the saliva dribbling down  both of your chins. Smirking evilly, your hand pressed against his stomach, making him squirm beneath you and his toes curl. Shinso broke away from the kiss, his eyes half-lidded and his face flushed,

“(y-y/n) d-don’t do that...! M’gonna make a m-mess if you do...!”

You ignored his pleas, pressing down harder and quickening your pace, slamming your hips down onto his cock. He threw his head back, his back arching as he dropped over the edge, his seed rushing inside of your cunt.

“A-Ah! No...!!!” His hands moved to cover his beet red face as the watery liquid gushed out from his cock, squirting into you.

“Shit...” You let out a moan as you climaxed, the warmth making your body tramble with pleasure.

Shinso buried his face into the pillow making you smirk. You leaned back, your fingers spreading out your folds for him to see, the combined liquid slipping out of your cunt and making a mess on your bed,

“Baby, you’re so messy~ Look at this mess.” Reluctantly, he looked, his hands moving to cover his crotch at the lewd scene before him.

“Now, come clean up the mess you made~” You let out a seductive smile, and Shinso crawled towards you, lowering himself until he was eye-level with your cunt.

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A/N

I hope you enjoyed this! The next 3 requests will be incest requests. The next one is:

Incest! Dabi x Innocent! Little sister! Reader.