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airanke · 2 years ago

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appetence

Pairing(s): F!Reader x Tomura, F!Reader x Dabi, Dabi x Tomura.

Summary: appetence - an eager desire, an instinctive inclination; an attraction or a natural bond. Prompt: ‘something beautiful’. Genre: Gen/Fluff. Word Count: 1.7k Warnings: implied intimacy.

Notes: ShigaDabi supremacy-- I have several?? YN’s with quirks, the one featured here I call Crybaby YN. Her quirk is called Unburden which helps her heal ppl (mentally and physically). She is the same YN featured in Need. (The full image is on Twitter bye).

Waking up next to Tomura let you have the opportunity to admire his features. He preferred to sleep face to face with you, gloved hand resting on your hip bone. In sleep, he looked softer, and you reached up to trace your fingertips lightly along the curve of his cheek, to his sharp jaw. You thumbed the scar on his lip, then the length of his mouth. His rough lips had never bothered you, and you stretched your neck out toward him to press your lips to his.

When you drew back, Tomura’s eyes were open. He wasted no time rolling on top of you, white hair curtaining around your face. His gaze is intense, nothing but weighted desire as his eyes rake over you greedily, naked beneath him. You hooked your finger under his chin, giving a light tug while you pursed your lips. Tomura obliged, dipping down to peck your lips, following the curvature of your cheek down your neck to your shoulders.

You again told him that he could leave a mark if he wanted to - and again he told you that it wasn’t his job, as if it was something that belonged to someone else. Like every time before, it confused you, then Tomura was between your legs and you forgot about asking him why that was always his answer.

Tomura had always been more forward than you expected, from the day you met him to now. You had been the first person that he consistently took the hand off his face for, and all because he’d gotten annoyed with you for always trying to look around the hand to look him in the eye. He had loudly expressed displeasure at how quick you were to cry until the day you had to heal him from an injury he had sustained from the Shie Hassaikai. He never complained about it after that.

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Waking up next to Dabi is rare. Usually he is already sitting up before you have the opportunity to admire him in the only state you’ve seen him vulnerable, and today is one of those days. His lips are slightly parted, and you can’t help but reach out to touch his marred lower lip. It’s hotter than his upper lip is, and a texture you’ve always found intriguing. As you shuffle your body closer to him, you let your finger trace over the broad staples along his chin, holding his skin together.

Your nibbling on his lower lip makes him stir. He pulls you on top of him, where he prefers you to be, naked thighs straddling his abdomen. He admires the marks he’s left on your skin: shimmering burns that you didn’t dedicate any energy to healing. You cup his face in your hands, holding him still as you kiss him, murmuring reassurances against his lips.

His strong fingers dig into your supple flesh, simmering heat that decorates your thighs with more angry, blistering dots. You shed a few tears to mitigate the initial pain, brushing your lips over his cheek. He pushes against your legs, encouraging you to sit lower on his body. You watch his eyes flutter, let him admire you as you sit more upright, your hands tracing over his collarbone and chest.

Dabi had been more withdrawn than you expected, from the day you met him to now. Of everyone in the League, you had anticipated that Dabi would be the one to comment about the intricacies of your quirk and find it annoying, but he had been the one to brush away your glimmering, golden tears when you had first taken the burden of his pain from him. You had always wanted to ask if it was because of how his own quirk hurt him, but that was the one thing you could never muster up the courage to do.

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There were days you worried when Dabi got a little more forward while Tomura was around. Dropping the occasional flirty comment when you took away the burdens on his body from fresh wounds - but Tomura never seemed bothered by Dabi’s interest, and only if it was Dabi. Atsuhiro got sharp looks, Jin was vocally reprimanded, but Dabi? Dabi was allowed to touch you, and Dabi was allowed to flirt.

And you began to notice, that when Tomura got handsy with you, Dabi never batted an eye - but Atsuhiro and Shuichi often barely avoided getting burned, and Jin was always yelping because he forgot to dodge the small fireball that Dabi would undoubtedly send his way.

You had always assumed it was because they respected each other, and because you had made it clear to them both on separate occasions that you were only interested in being a bed warmer, nothing else. They both respected your choice more than you had expected a pair of villains to, and yet, if they felt that one of the other men in the League was getting too close to you, they certainly acted like you were exclusive.

But whenever you turned abruptly to glower at them when you were trying to treat someone else’s injuries, Tomura would whistle a random tune, and Dabi would find some kind of lint to pick off his jacket, as if neither of them had been glaring daggers at your unfortunate patient.

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The night was loud in the bar - like the old one, but crowded with members of the Liberation Front, and the League. You excused yourself, seeking solace on the roof.

Tomura, and Dabi were already there, foreheads leaned together. A cigarette hung loosely between Dabi’s lips, smoke coiling around their jaws. He shifted enough to blow a stream of smoke against Tomura’s mouth, chuckling when Tomura wrinkled his nose. They exchanged no words - but from what you could tell, no words were needed.

Dabi’s gaze was downcast, and Tomura looked at him the same way he looked at you: weighted desire. It was a gaze Dabi seemed unable to meet - so similar to how he was unable to meet your gaze at times. But he made the effort. He held Tomura’s gaze long enough to answer that desire, before his eyes went askance.

One gloved hand reached up to grasp Dabi’s jaw. Tomura turned his head, brushing his lips along the seam along Dabi’s cheek. Those simmering blue eyes closed at the touch, open to the affection. He relaxed further when Tomura’s fingers trailed down his neck, long fingers wrapping around the nape of his neck. Tomura’s head shifted lower, fingers tangling in what they could of the short hair at the back of Dabi’s head. Without prompting aside from that, Dabi tipped his head back, the eye you could see fluttering, remaining closed.

They moved no closer to each other as Tomura’s teeth scraped along Dabi’s throat; he let go, hand trailing from Dabi’s neck to cup his cheek. This time, even if Dabi wanted to, he could not avoid Tomura’s gaze, instead leaning his cheek into Tomura’s palm. Finally accepting the intensity with which Tomura looked at him.

You had not considered that Tomura didn’t challenge Dabi’s interest in you because of their shared interest in each other - and why fight over you when they could share you? You realized that Tomura didn’t leave any marks on your skin because he considered that to be Dabi’s job. It made your heart light with fondness; you decided to turn away and make a quick exit, to let them enjoy each other’s company without you standing there watching them.

Dabi noticed you before you could. Those brilliant eyes caught yours and the soft smile on your face was whisked away, replaced by worry. Red eyes were boring into you next.

“Sorry,” you whispered, gesturing behind you toward the door, “I--”

Tomura shook his head, “come here, stardust.”

At the same time, Dabi had wordlessly raised his arm and gestured for you. You went, tense, worried you ruined what little peace the two had away from prying eyes. Dabi’s arm curled around you the moment you were within reach. Tomura - to your surprise - plucked what remained of Dabi’s cigarette from his mouth.

That fiery internal glow made Dabi’s eyes burn a stunning azure, the last thing you saw before your eyes slid shut, Dabi’s mouth slanted over yours; firm, as he always was, but tender as if he was afraid that the intensity might hurt you. You grasped the lapel of his jacket as his fingers dug into your back. Smoke lingered on your tongue when he pulled away, brushing his lips to the corner of yours, ghosting over your cheek.

Compared to Dabi’s reverent touch, Tomura was much more volatile. He startled you when he fisted his hand in your hair, bloody eyes intent on your lips. His kiss was hungry, tongue insistent on tasting every last crevice; swiping over your gums and teeth. A soft gasp escaped you when he drew back, thumb resting on your lower lip.

His smirk was directed at Dabi, who chuckled next to you - an anxious sound, one you had not heard for quite some time.

You didn’t understand until Tomura reached for Dabi’s face, catching his chin. Dabi turned his head sharply, pulling his chin out of Tomura’s hold. Disappointment danced over Tomura’s features, whisked away when you reached up and set your hand against his cheek.

It was the impatience, you knew, that was causing Dabi’s apprehension. You would talk to Tomura about that later, to have patience with his flame. To give Dabi more opportunities to build up his confidence - and you would talk to Dabi, give him the reassurance you knew he needed.

You tugged Dabi in closer behind you, savoring his warmth against the chilly night air. Tomura needed no guidance, shuffling his feet to stand chest to chest with you, tucking his head against your neck.

The three of you stood there, basking in one another’s company. Dabi’s hand rested against your stomach, wedged between you and Tomura. His breath fanned over your hair. You traced your fingers over his forearm, while your other hand was occupied by Tomura’s. You brushed your thumb along his knuckles as best you could, because his hand engulfed yours. His breath was hot against your neck.

This was not a development you had expected - but it was beautiful, and it was yours.

All yours.

#Dabi x Reader #Tomura x Reader #Tomura x Dabi #Dabi x Tomura #ShigaDabi #dabi x yn #tomura x yn #dabi x reader x tomura #bnha #mha #Boku no Hero Academia #My Hero Academia #sorry my summaries are bad #I literally don't know how to write them but I'll learn LMAO #This one is just the definition of appetence OBVS #I do not know how to write from 2nd or 1st person really well so #bear with me while I learn LMAO #I will forever have more content for OC x Canon tho I am really not super comfortable writing reader stuff rofl #Crybaby YN

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