#dabi lemon

[red-riot-unbreakable-heart]

Photo Booth Slurp | DabiHawks Smut 💋

"Kiss me. Please, babe. I'm begging you." Keigo tries to force his way into Touya's space, laughing as he does so. Touya just rolls his eyes and pushes his blonde, feathery boyfriend away.

"This is fuckin' embarrassing." He says, looking into the photo booth camera with a deadpan expression. Keigo pouts at him as the mechanism starts to print off a reel of their photos. It's one of those older machines, so the picture strip comes out a bit grainy, black and white. Touya is frowning in every. single. photo.

"Babe. I just wasted five bucks on this and you look like a gloomy fuck in every pic." Keigo frowns, examining the images more closely. "I wanted to put this up on my desk at work."

"Well, sorry I'm not the cutesy mushy type." Touya rolls his eyes. "Now let's get going, I want a piece of pizza in my hand, like, ten minutes ago." He goes to push away the thick velvet curtain of the record store photo booth, but he's stopped by Keigo's hand on his wrist.

"Hold on, T." Keigo says slowly, a mischievous glint in his eye. "I know how I can get you to smile pretty for the camera."

Two minutes later, Keigo is on his knees, the sound of the photo booth camera snapping pictures clicking off behind him as he sucks Touya dry.

"Oh fuck, oh fuuuuck birdie." Touya says, hands gripping the back of Keigo's head, guiding him in a steady rhythm as he chokes down Touya's hard length. Touya hates to admit that Keigo was right...but here he is in the photo booth, head thrown back, and fucking smiling.

Needless to say, the pictures the booth prints out are not work appropriate for Keigo to pin to his cubicle desk.

End.

[rothinsel]

Tumblr is still such a joyful community, with new people still browsing my art both old and new - I feel bad about not keeping it updated!

Here's a whole batch of goodies I did for Wink a BNHA Vintage PinUp Calendar ! It was a fun mix of favourites old, new, and some untested characters I had no excuse to draw before. This was SUCH a delightful piece, and I could squeeze all my little hints at various ships, including my developed affection for our Jeans Man.

Truly though, just look at our favourite performer, is it really a surprise he has fans hopeful for even just a small peek (here politely censored for Tumblr by a little bartender)?

[blackberreh-art]

Tumblr nuked the shigadabi bjs so here's a less awfully censored pic ~

You can view all 3 pages here!

[twistedteddy]

Dabix f!Reader

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Warnings: Spanking, Heat play, mature (sex)stuff in kitchen, cl¡t slapping, praise and degradation, cervix kissing, unprotected sex, creampie, squirting, light fingering,f! Receiving oral

You'd been at the kitchen counter making dinner when Dabi returned to your cramped apartment. "Hey! I'm glad your home!" You yelled when you heard the door click closed. Quickly making two bowls of the beef strew you'd been working on all day. After all it was your day off and the two of you took turns cooking on your days off- the sound of his coat hitting the floor was all you heard before he hugged you from behind. Yanking your whole body back and into his chest

"Ah bad day?" You said reaching your hand back to take a tuft of his hair and pull his face closer to your ear. His hummed into your neck and let his hand slink up from your waist to lightly grip your neck. "It fucking sucked" He muttered giving your neck a light kiss. "Mm so dinner after?" You whispered as he started pushing your body towards the counter. His hand starting to slowly heat against your neck as he pushed you over the cool surface. "I'll take care of ya so don't worry bout it." He murmed grinding against your ass as he pulled up the white t-shirt of his that you'd been wearing. Maneuvering yourself to slip it off be left only in your underwear..dragging his hands down your back before reaching to grab your hips and pull you further back into him. Enjoying the little gasp he can always get outta you. The small sting of his hands getting a little to warm and leaving small red print of his hands over where the were before getting to his knees behind you.

Biting the fabric covering you and pulling it down to your mid thigh with his teeth while his hands gripped the fat of your ass. Still warm and harsh. He was getting a little more desperate not wanting to take his time and that was obvious by him not bothering to even property spread your pretty pussy open first like he would normally- just suck and licking and ever so gently biting at those sensitive areas you've always tried to hide from him. The first time you let him go down on you, you tried to push him away from your clit so you wouldn't "cum too fast" he thought it was fuckin adorable. The way you'd try to pull away or push him off to keep it from happening. Your legs were tensing and he grabbed your ankles and forced them up to your ass so now yoir weight was fully on the counter. Back arching and moaning freely while you came on his face body forcibly grinding on it. He didn't really wait as he reached a hand around and placed a hand over your mouth.

"Come on pretty gimme something to work with" his gravley voice said and you obeyed without a second thought, licking his hand and lightly spitting in it before he let go and quickly undid his pants using the saliva as lubricant to pump himself a few times leaning forward as he did and biting the back of your neck earning him a pretty moan from you and a large bite mark to replace the older fading one next to it. "You're doin so good f'me pretty such a slut" He groaned as he moved your hips to press our wet cunt to his hard cock. Pressing and bullying his way into you while rubbing soothing circles onto your ass. Giving you just a few seconds to adjust before giving your ass a hard slap. "Fuuck so tight. I really need to fuck you more loosen this cunt up." He groaned rocking back and forth before pulling you a bit back off the counter finally letting your toes touch the ground again before properly fucking you. Hand on the back of your neck nice and hot while holding your hips in place. You bit your lip trying to stay quiet and arching yoir back as much as you could in the position. The feeling of his cock kissing your cervix with each thrust was overwhelming. "Hah? Cmon bitch make some noise" He growled before letting go of thr back of your neck and slapping your clit a few times your legs automatically bending and trying to close shut all at once but he laughed at the attempt. "Aw look at you baby girl cmon I know what you like. Don't fight it." Squeeling face down into the counter as he didn't stop the movement of his hips into your plump ass or the slap of his hand on your clit. Ever so softly rubbing it between each harsh impact. You came fast, squirting all over but he didn't stop. He hadn't come yet ans you found yourself still vent over the counter, eyes crossed and tongue lulled out as he finally came in you muttering about you being the perfect cock sleeve. Slowly pulling out before fingerings his seed back into you.

"So you ready for dinner? I'm starving."

[punkeropercyjackson]

Stop making my boyfreaks into secretly just horny and slutty,that's just a guy now.Weirdest guy internetpoisoned people can handle before they start getting scared is a daddy dom

[mamamangaka]

we’re too cool to get involved rn;

we’re watching history documentaries

[draconianmyst]

Okay, so! I'm glad to see some people are interested in the idea. I'll start working on it within the next week or so. With that in mind, two questions for you guys.

1.) My own OC or reader self-insert?

2.) Who is willing to be a beta reader for me to make sure things flow right and I don't overlook mistakes?

[stxrrydreamss]

You find yourself in a bustling club, perched at the sleek bar, observing the lively, swaying figures of intoxicated patrons. Suddenly, a familiar figure captures your attention. It's the man you've seen before but never in such proximity. He glides past you, and you are entranced as his intense, cerulean eyes lock with your mesmerized gaze. Without uttering a word, he smoothly navigates through the pulsating crowd, illuminated only by the soft orange glow of the overhead chandeliers. As he exits the club, a profound longing lingers within you, accompanied by the regret of remaining silent.

[pleathewrites]

bellow the fire into my deadened lungs

chapter 2 excerpt — dabihawks first time read full story here

The second the door shuts with Shouto and Natsuo’s leave, Touya pushes the hero towards his bedroom and pounces on him, causing Keigo to fall back onto his bed with an, “oof!” 

Touya swallows Keigo’s laughter and pulls at the hem of the hero’s shirt, rucking it up to mouth at the tanned skin of his sternum. Keigo moans and arches his back, quickly taking off his shirt and pressing his feathers along the healthy skin his hands don’t reach, talons slightly biting into the flesh of Touya’s thighs.

Keigo’s hands slide up to squeeze Touya’s ass, appreciating the fat that’s accumulated on the scarred man’s body from eating regularly this past month. Keigo groans at the give and moves one hand to grip at Touya’s waist — the soft squish of Touya’s belly makes heat tingle at the base of Keigo’s spine.  

Touya pulls back to fully look at Keigo. The way Keigo’s chest shines with his spit, glints in the dim light around the darker marks made by his own teeth, makes Touya bite his lip.

“Touya, c’mere,” Keigo mumbles, the hands at Touya’s thighs and waist pulling him over to meet Keigo’s open mouth, the hero's tongue sliding inside and lighting the kerosene that sits behind Touya’s teeth. 

Touya grinds down with purpose, slow and heavy for the hero to feel his consuming desire. Keigo’s moan vibrates against Touya’s mouth, down his throat, and he works his hips again, desperate for Keigo’s sound. 

"Feels like someone's happy to see me, hm?" When Keigo smiles, his golden eyes molt into the only heat that Touya feels will never hurt him.

Touya wants Keigo to want him, to need him, just as badly as he does.

He grips golden locks between scarred palms and licks a stripe from the edge of Keigo's jaw up his stubbled cheek.

Keigo’s sharp inhale against Touya’s ear makes his skin hot, and it has nothing to do with his quirk. When Touya feels a taloned hand start to creep inside the bottom of his borrowed shorts and feels cool air graze the bared skin of his ass before the almost burning heat of Keigo’s palm grabbing one of his cheeks fully, a moan spills from his lips and his head falls to the crook of Keigo’s neck. 

Keigo’s hand fondles his asscheek, jiggling the meat of it before giving it a light spank, and it makes Touya laugh, “You're ridiculous, Birdy.”

Keigo turns his head to smirk at Touya, “You’ve got a really cute ass,” punctuating his statement with another firm squeeze. 

Touya groans at the tease of Keigo's talons scraping at his most secret parts, “Then do somethin’ ‘bout it.”

He bites down at the juncture between Keigo’s neck and shoulder and feels the shudder that wracks through the hero’s body. He presses his smile into the skin before sucking hard. 

He feels a soft and fringed pressure start to trail under his shirt and up to his chest, “Hm?” the hero playfully muses as two red feathers firmly press down against Touya’s nipples and cause the man to gasp at the pleasure that zings through his spine, “Do something… Like what?” 

The feathers start to move, light circles at first before alternating to firm sweeps, causing Touya’s hips to shake into Keigo’s hard length and unrelenting grip. 

Touya’s cock starts to weep, a few spots of damp stickiness stamped into the front fabric of his shorts. 

His spine arched, belly sliding against the hero’s tight core. He stretches his neck to run his tongue along Keigo’s earlobe, nipping just a bit under the hero’s black stud, “Fuck me.”

Keigo’s cock twitches under Touya’s own, and they both moan. 

When Touya looks at Keigo’s flushed face, he sees those molten honey eyes have widened into wonder. Keigo’s hand leaves his ass to cup his face, “You sure?” Keigo asks against his mouth. 

Touya bites his scarred lip and moves back to sit on Keigo’s thighs as he takes off his shirt. 

Keigo’s heart blooms in his chest. Touya never takes his shirt off.

Keigo surges up to kiss the scarred man hard.

He sends his feathers to fetch necessary supplies, his own hands cupping Touya’s bare tits, thumbing over puffy nipples, and drinking in every single sound that leaves Touya’s lips. He trails his mouth down Touya’s neck, kissing every staple within sight and whispering utter devotion into stitched skin — ‘so good, so fuckin' beautiful, baby, you're gonna look so fuckin’ good on my cock, so fucking pretty in my hands, Touya, fuck, thank you, thank you, Touya…’  

His teeth scrape a pebbled nipple, and there’s no hesitation before he takes it into his mouth, savoring the velvet feel against his tongue, the pliant give between his bite. 

Touya starts to shake all over. His trembles feel glorious under Keigo’s hands, the vibrations against clinging feathers making the hero borderline delirious.

There’s absolute filth spilling out of Keigo’s mouth, dirty promises to take Touya higher than anything he could ever shoot up his veins, and it makes Touya so fucking hot. 

No one has ever made Touya feel this way, like he’s about to be pulled apart by his very own seams — so utterly worshiped, so deliciously lewd. 

It’s not until he hears the unmistakable sound of something ripping that he registers that Keigo’s talons have shredded Touya’s shorts to tatters.   

He's so sensitive, even just the air against his hole brings him to the edge.

“Fuck,” Touya sighs helplessly as Keigo’s mouth bites a trail to his other nipple. “Kei,” He grips onto blond hair tightly and squeezes the man’s shoulder, needing something to occupy his hands just to deal with the tension. 

A soft pressure nudges at the hand Touya grips Keigo’s shoulder with. When Touya focuses on  looking in that direction, he sees a curled feather carrying a bottle of lube. He opens his hand to engulf both the feather and bottle before maneuvering the objects around a bit until the feather is held between his thumb and middle finger, the lube secure within the cup of his palm. 

Touya slips his fingers free from blond locks and slides them down until they curve around Keigo’s strong jaw, urging the hero’s attention away from Touya's chest. Mischievous gold eyes hold slow contact with Touya’s own as Keigo bites down, sending another zing of hot pleasure down Touya's spine, before slowly easing back and pulling Touya’s nipple taut between his teeth. Touya moans and sucks in a gasp when Keigo lets go, feeling a blurt of his precome smear onto Keigo’s stomach. 

Keigo smirks. 

Touya's eyes narrowed before giving his own slow, devious smile, “How sensitive are your feathers?” 

Keigo’s eyes flicker to the feather held between Touya’s two fingers before looking back at him, “Why?”

Touya gathers a pool of heated saliva on his tongue before bringing the feather to his lips and opening his mouth wide, sticking out his tongue, and giving the feather a full and languid lick.   

Keigo’s pupils dilate and his spine goes ramrod straight, hands squeezing Touya’s waist so tightly, “Shit.” 

Keigo feels every single hot centimeter of Touya's tongue, every slick groove and soft ridge slithering up the hero’s spine and tingling down to his toes.

The reaction causes Touya to smile so fully — pearly whites and pink tongue and glinting stud. Keigo momentarily blanks with how fucking pretty Touya is when he smiles like that. 

That pretty smile closes, both rows of blinding teeth disappearing behind two-toned lips closing over the top half of Keigo’s feather, staple-lined cheeks hollowing out with a firm suck.  

Keigo’s head falls in a groan, forehead pressing into Touya’s collarbone, “Fuck, you're so hot,” and he means that both figuratively and literally because he can feel the heat of Touya’s mouth, how wet it is and how soft the man’s tongue is around that fucking piercing.

Touya moans around the feather, and the sensation overwhelms Keigo — the feeling of being physically inside Touya makes Keigo feel absolutely wild.

Keigo looks up to memorize the scene, thumbing Touya’s plump bottom lip, "One day, I'm gonna push my cock between this gorgeous mouth of yours," He promises.

In desperation, his hands slide down to Touya’s ass and squeeze the cheeks tightly, pulling them out to welcome Touya's tight heat to the home they've built these past two months within Keigo's safehouse. He uses his grip to bring the scarred man down and grind their cocks together.  

He wills the feather in Touya's mouth to press down against the man's tongue and rub against the muscle the way his own tongue would. 

The feeling of the feather moving against Touya’s tongue is extremely foreign to him but it feels so good. Touya moans again, making out with Keigo's feather to get blond’s spine to twitch like before. 

Keigo groans and once again pulls Touya’s asscheeks apart, wider this time, before letting go and reveling in the smack they make when the flesh collides back together. When he does it again, he doesn’t let go, keeping one globe of flesh in each hand. “Touch yourself,” He begs, running a light and careful fingerpad across Touya’s bare hole, reveling in the flutter of puckered flesh when his talon dangerously grazes just underneath, “Please.” 

Touya frantically nods, his chest heaving and hands fumbling to open the bottle and coat his fingers before reaching back and spreading the lube. He exhales a sigh at the feeling, and the feather on his tongue wiggles. 

As Touya works his fingers in and sucks on the feather, Keigo takes to hooking his chin over Touya’s shoulder to watch, keeping the scarred man's cheeks apart and using his hold to grind against him. 

It all feels so good, Touya wonders if he’ll be able to hold out. From the two fingers he's now thrusting in and out of his hole, to Keigo’s warm body and length grinding up into his own, his feather fucking his tongue, Touya feels the tell-tale pressure building quickly at the base of his spine and spread throughout his groin.  

Keigo moves back to watch it all.

Seeing the way Touya moves above him, the circles Touya’s hips make, and the way his neck dangles back and to the side in pleasure makes something inside Keigo release, and he wants to be a part of everything that makes Touya feel good. 

Touya feels Keigo’s left hand slightly pinch the flesh of his asscheek, causing him to yelp in surprise. He looks at the man to say something, but when Keigo brings that hand to his mouth and fucking bites the talons of his index and middle finger clean off, he can only gape. 

Keigo takes advantage of Touya’s open mouth to rise up and thrust his own tongue down Touya's throat, alongside the feather, and both feather and tongue move against Touya’s own. Touya's whining keen is such a delight to be felt by both.

Touya feels Keigo’s arm wiggle between their bodies, under his spread legs, and when two wet fingers thicker than his own start to trace around his rim and touch his own thrusting fingers, he gasps and Keigo removes the feather from Touya’s mouth to the head of his weeping cock. 

Keigo’s middle finger slides in alongside Touya’s own two and the wet feather rubs against the piercing that goes around Touya’s cockhead through his frenulum. 

‘Of fucking course he’s pierced there,’ Sometimes, Keigo can’t even believe Touya is real.

Touya moans so loudly — his mouth opens wide and his voice cracks with the pitch of his throat. The staples at his cheeks strain.

Keigo smiles against those open lips, sucks the bottom in his own mouth, “Mmm,” and he bites at the scarred lip as he crooks his finger, feeling the way Touya’s mouth moves around pleasured whines, “That’s it, baby. Ride my fingers, just like that.” 

Touya can’t help but pull Keigo in for another kiss, his body being wound up so tightly by this wonderful, wonderful man that he needs to express it, somehow, in any way he can. He sucks on Keigo’s tongue, presses the thumb of his free hand into Keigo's jaw, and curls his fingers into the short blond hair at the nape of Keigo’s neck — the way Keigo likes it, the way that makes him whine and groan into Touya’s working mouth. 

Touya pulls back slightly and starts to tug at the waistband of Keigo’s sweats, “I can’t believe you did that,” He marvels, referring to the way Keigo had bit off two of his talons just so he could finger Touya open, “Fuck, doesn’t it hurt?”

“Worth it,” Keigo grins, a little smug as he uses his strength to slightly lift both him and Touya up in assistance to finally push down his sweats enough for his hard cock to literally bob out and smack his stomach. Touya sighs at the sight of it, and Keigo uses that moment to push his second finger in, causing Touya’s sigh to pitch up into a mewl.

Keigo curls his two fingers, and Touya’s back goes taut as a bowstring, “Keigo — !”   

Keigo begins to fuck his fingers roughly into Touya’s wet hole, hitting that sweet spot over and over and over again, feeling the bumps and ridges of Touya’s own lax and slender fingers. The sounds that spill out of Touya’s pretty two-toned lips make the sweetest melody Keigo has ever heard.

Keigo wants to hear this song for the rest of his life. 

The sight of Touya��s quivering body and heaving chest makes Keigo groan into Touya’s puffy nipple, taking it into his mouth with an audible suck before grabbing Touya’s waist with the hand that was clutching his ass. Keigo stretches and tilts his neck to speak straight into Touya’s ear, “D’you wanna cum?”

Touya shakes his head, and Keigo feels his slender fingers move out his hole, “No, n-not yet.” 

Touya wipes off his fingers somewhere along the duvet before pushing Keigo’s shoulder until the hero’s back hits the mattress.

Touya hums as he crowds over Keigo, the change in angle pushing Keigo’s fingers even deeper against his spot. He sighs so lovely when he lolls his head back as his hips swivel and grind into them.

Keigo is so gone for him, "You're fuckin' stunnin’, love."

Touya props a hand on Keigo's chest, his heavy-lidded stare making Keigo dizzy.

Touya drags his hand down Keigo’s chest, his abdomen, scratches at the tuft of blond hair over Keigo’s pelvis before his thumb starts to circle the wet head of Keigo’s cock, watching the way Keigo’s pretty platinum lashes flutter at direct stimulation after so long, “Gods, how do you even look like that.” Touya uses the precum that’s already gathered and dripped down Keigo’s shaft to slide his fingers around it firmly, varying pressure and heat. He watches the hero’s expression at every touch and spits a thick wad of heated saliva onto the tip.

“Shit, Touya,” He loves Touya’s hands but he didn’t know their heat could be used to make him feel so good, twisting at the base and squeezing his cockhead. His mind goes fuzzy with what Touya will feel like inside, “You’re killin’ me here,” because Keigo doesn’t know how long he’ll last with those heavily lidded eyes, half-blazing blue framed by snow-white lashes, glued to him like that. 

Touya smiles, and Keigo’s heart skips a beat before he crooks his fingers meanly, making those beautiful blue eyes widen with a gasp. Touya bends down to bite at Keigo’s jaw, “Want you to fuck me,” and digs a nail into the slit of Keigo’s cock as he pants, “Right now.” 

Keigo groans, gently pulling his fingers out of Touya’s hole, cleaning them off in the similar manner Touya had, and fumbling with his feathers to scramble a condom on. 

He smooths his hands down Touya’s body and pulls until the villain lies directly on top of him, wrapping his arms around Touya’s frame fully and kissing those two-toned lips with a tenderness he feels they’ve skipped out on this whole time. 

The reverent slide of Keigo’s lips against his own simmers the boiling need that had been threatening to spill over within Touya. The warm press brings him back from the haze of seemingly insatiable lust and makes Touya feel like he has all the time in the world to learn the man under him. 

Keigo pulls back, “How do you want me?” and he smooths his hand over Touya’s back in soothing motions, and Touya has an urge to stretch out like a cat. 

Touya bites his lip and thinks about it, thinking about what he wants to feel and what he wants Keigo to feel. He has a feeling Keigo really wants to see his face, but Touya is starting to feel a little bit too exposed and needs a safe space. On the other hand, he wants to feel the hero completely surround him, go as deep as he can go, and touch wherever taloned hands covet in the moment.

He moves off of Keigo to lie on his side with his elbow hoisting his upper body up and uses his free hand to grab Keigo’s arm and pull it over his waist, the heat of Keigo’s skin immediately warming his own, “Like this?” He looks over his shoulder and raises his eyebrow.   

Keigo lets out a satisfied hum and begins to get comfortable, reaching behind him to grab a pillow and stuff it where Touya’s head would lay before sliding his own arm under Touya’s neck and curling it around his shoulders. This way, Touya’s lower half remains sideways whereas his upper body has the mobility of either resting on his back to face Keigo or turning on his side to face the wall. 

Touya likes the versatility. 

Keigo pressed a kiss to Touya’s cheek, “Anything you don’t want, love?” 

Touya’s aquamarine eyes meet Keigo’s with a trust that makes Keigo’s heart flutter tenfold, “Just don’t pull my hair. You can touch it, play with it, whatever, but not… like the way I do it to you.”

Keigo pushes Touya’s hips slightly forward, his large wing coming around to surround their bodies in an open cocoon, the feathers at the end dancing around the twinkling jewelry of Touya’s pierced navel, “Got it, Hot Stuff.”

He grabs the meat at the back of Touya’s inner thigh to spread him wide, pulling Touya's leg over his hip, and slides right in. 

Keigo’s pelvis presses against the tops of Touya’s asscheeks and his cock is nestled so deep. 

They both groan. 

The all-encompassing heat around Keigo is absolutely maddening, and Keigo’s cock hits all of Touya’s right places.

Touya encouragingly moves his hips back with a whimper, and Keigo sighs in his ear, “Oh, Touya. You’re so fuckin’ lovely like this.”

The dam breaks. 

Keigo’s hands are everywhere; squeezing Touya's tits, pressing into his belly, smoothing over his balls, and touching where they both connect, occasionally slipping a finger alongside Keigo's cock to hear Touya whine and feel the hitch of his breath through devoted feathers. Keigo uses the hand under Touya’s neck to smooth back his dampened bangs and kiss his smooth forehead, turn his jaw to capture his mouth and suck on his tongue. Keigo clasps his hand gently around Touya’s delicate throat — not choking but just enough pressure to remind Touya that Keigo is here, with him, around him, on him, in him.   

When Touya comes, it’s with Keigo’s name on his lips, Keigo’s spit in his mouth, and feathers wrung tight around his thighs. It’s the look of Touya’s expression when he orgasms, his upturned brows and open mouth, that tips Keigo over the edge, too. 

They stay like that for a moment, connected and dazed in the afterglow, with Touya’s hand buried in Keigo’s hair and Keigo's talons pressing into the meat of Touya’s chest.

When the haze finally clears, Keigo gently pulls out and rolls to collapse on his back, breathing heavily, “Wow. Fuck.”

Touya snorts, he can’t help but agree, “Yeah.” 

He rolls to his other side and curls up against Keigo, folding an arm over the blond’s sweaty chest while red feathers scoop as much of the mess off Touya’s stomach before they float off to the sink. 

“Rest, Kei. Put your feathers down and relax.”  

Keigo winds an arm around Touya’s shoulders, “This is the most relaxed I’ve been in years,” before he uses a hand to press taloned fingers against Touya’s jaw and angle his head up, “We’re definitely doing that again. Gimme, like, ten minutes.”

Keigo catches Touya’s laugh in his mouth, and as he slowly kisses the hero, Touya thinks that if this is his last night of freedom, then he’s okay with it.

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Television/Movie Fan Fiction Table of Contents

Disclaimer: 18+, Minors DNI!!!!!!

The Hobbit/Lord of the Rings

Upon a Forest Throne (18+): Thranduil x F!Reader, As Thranduil's Queen-to-Be, you worry his subjects will not accept you. So the Elven King takes it upon himself to show you just how worshipped you are. Tumblr, AO3

Jujutsu Kaisen

Work Hard, Play Hard (18+): Kento Nanami x Reader, Nanami is working overtime, until he sees a text from you that he can’t resist. Tumblr, AO3.

Milk and Honey (18+): Kento Nanami x Reader, There is nothing cursed in this room. Instead, this bedroom is a sanctum. A haven for their love. Nothing can taint it. Nothing can corrupt or befoul it. It is precious and sacred. Her heart, her soul, is his refuge. And his, hers. Nanami and his beloved enjoy a peaceful, sultry afternoon together. Tumblr, AO3.

Serenity (18+): Satoru Gojo x Reader, Gojo moves like liquid, even in this cramped space. His motions are seamless, the ebb and flow of his cursed energy mesmerizing. If you weren’t in the midst of exorcising the mimic curse right alongside him, you’d pause to watch. You can feel the voltaic thrum of his very soul with every powerful attack he makes. His wrath bursts in rays of light and his brutality is icy cold. You understand why Satoru Gojo is called The Honored One. He’s using minimal effort and still, his motions are awe-inspiring. You and Gojo go on what is supposed to be a simple mission, but are met with more than you bargained for. Tumblr, AO3.

Castlevania (Netflix)

Silver Scars (18+): Alucard x OC, After Sumi and Taka betray him, Adrian loses his trust in others; but, perhaps with the help of a dear friend, he can gain it back. Tumblr: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, AO3

My Hero Academia

Veins of Gold (18+): Dabi x Reader, On the one hand, he’s disgusted by how gentle you are; but on the other, Dabi feels a wretched gratitude. A desperate yearning for you to keep going. How long has it been since anyone has shown him any ounce of tenderness? Any iota of softness? You are the only one in his recent memory that has even bothered. And you do it not out of pity or sorrow. But so frustratingly out of love. Dabi hardly feels worthy. Dabi sees himself as a failure, but you are always there to remind him how loved and cherished he truly is. Tumblr, AO3.

[the-daily-male]

SIDE 4J

Neil Cicierega

Toya Todoroki/Dabi

[red-riot-unbreakable-heart]

And then he meets Keigo.

Dabi x Hawks Fluff

Ok so I think a lot of people have this image of Dabi absolutely dominating the fuck out of our sweet baby Hawks. But I have this headcannon that when the two eventually get together and start getting intimate, it becomes clear that Touya has never had sex before. He's never had the luxury of a quiet moment of intimacy with a lover - he has been so hellbent on revenge across the past decade that he never opened himself up to dating or meeting someone. He knows his scars and charred skin are probably repulsive to most people so he has avoided romantic connections at all costs, disgusted with his appearence.

And then he meets Keigo.

It takes a while to let his guard down after the war - to let Keigo see all of him as he is. Touya is so goddamn surprised to learn that Keigo likes him exactly as he is - charred flesh and all.

Late at night, when their bodies are intertwined and the lights of Keigo's apartment are dimmed low, Touya will let himself be kissed and touched and loved. Keigo will skim kisses across Touya's purple and mottled jawline. If Touya seems relaxed, he'll even reach down to caress the flame villain's hard length over his boxers.

For a while, Touya is always hesitant in bed, never quite sure what to do with his body. At 28, he's never been touched or kissed or stroked. He's so touch starved that Keigo needs to constantly proceed with caution. He works overtime to make sure Touya knows he's safe and that it's alright that he's never had sex before.

Touya knows that if he was on the outside looking in, he'd assume that big bad Dabi is the one dominating the couple's bedroom. But in reality, the intimacy they share has no master or dom. There are only soft, feather light touches and reassuring whispers. Touya learns that pleasure and pain do not go hand in hand - there can be gratification without punishment. He can lose himself in the feeling of Keigo's strong body agains this own, without guilt.

Maybe someday they'll fuck. Maybe one day the bed they share will hold more than just soft caresses and kisses. But for now - what they have is more than enough.

There's absolutely no rush - the war is over, and they have all the time in the world.

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♡ all my suffering ♡ chapter 8

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Chapter Eight

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Pairings: Shigaraki x f!reader x Dabi

A/N: Hi my dear readers!! I am so sorry this took forever to get out. Please note that this chapter has a major spoiler from season 6 of my hero academia. So if you haven't watched the anime or read up to chapter 290 in the manga please do not read unless you don't mind spoilers.

Warnings: Specific to this chapter - *spoilers from season 6/chapter 290 in the manga* - blood, gore, angst, character death, and reader death

Word Count: 6k

Still in shock, you quickly activate the button on your wrist, setting the surrounding nomu free from their containment tanks, granting you a decisive advantage. The tanks spill their contents onto the cold concrete floor of the basement, and the nomu swiftly rise, becoming your impromptu bodyguards. Miriko's eyes widen as a massive nomu with multiple arms blocks her path, hurling her across the room and slamming her into the far wall. She grimaces in pain, providing you with a moment to hastily radio a distressed message to all nearby units, alerting them that the king of villains was under attack. Your voice trembles with anxiety, hoping that whoever hears it knows what steps to take.

  You watch as Miriko regains her footing, preparing for combat. Suddenly, your attention is drawn to the Doctor darting across the room, rushing to his control station. Miriko's gaze follows the Doctor's frantic movements, revealing her intentions. With determination, she launches herself off the wall, chasing after the Doctor. The nomu form a protective barrier around the Doctor, but Miriko slices through them effortlessly, her movements as sharp as blades. Seizing the moment, you dart away from Tomura's tank, sprinting towards the Doctor.

He's feverishly typing on his computer, his teeth jittering with fear. It's unclear if his terror stems from the fear of being killed or losing everything he had painstakingly worked for. Miriko finally breaches the last line of defense, positioning herself before the Doctor. She attempts to pull him away from the computer screen, but you intervene, hurling a throwing knife through her hand. A pained cry escapes Miriko's lips, her eyes shooting daggers of fury in your direction.

"Did you forget I was here?" you taunt, a smirk playing on your lips.

Miriko groans in exasperation, redirecting her focus towards you. Despite her injured hand and fingers barely holding on, she launches herself toward you, but you deftly evade her efforts, skillfully swaying your knife in a fluid motion. A dropkick from your end catches her off guard, temporarily throwing her off balance. However, she quickly regains her stance, standing defiantly before you.

"My target is Shigaraki and the old man; I don't care about you," she sneers, a wicked smile playing on her lips. With a swift motion, she delivers a powerful kick to your gut, sending you hurtling backward.

As you struggled to catch your breath, a sinking feeling set in. Miriko's anger was now directed at Tomura's tank. You watched with a sense of urgency as she struck the tank repeatedly, causing a crack to form in the top corner. You rise to your feet as quickly as possible, panic starting to take hold. What will happen if he is awoken before he should be? You frantically grab another one of your knives, spin on your heel to gain speed, and hurl it across the room and into Miriko’s left foot. She wails in pain for a second time and falls away from the tank, gripping her ankle. You sigh in relief until you hear her shout –

“I can’t let him be set loose on the world! No matter what it takes!” She uses her still good leg to roundhouse kick the tank one last time before falling to her knees.

  The Doctor screams “No!” and you’re on your feet again. You’re reluctant to drain her of all her energy because you have nowhere to output it, and you were worried you might send the current through Tomura’s tank instead.

The tank began leaking by the time you reached Miriko. Before you could make a move, a nomu with stretchy arms grabbed her and sent her hurtling down the corridor she had come from. It seemed highly unlikely she would recover from such a forceful throw, you mused.

You look over your shoulder to find the Doctor attempting to fix the control box near the tank. You decided to keep watch as he worked; you sensed that Miriko wasn’t the only hero here. You held onto the hope that reinforcements would arrive soon. The Doctor starts mumbling incoherently, and you hear him punch the control box in anger.

“Wake up, Tomura Shigaraki!” You hear him yell out. 

“What?! You’re waking him up?” Your voice comes out strained. You’re terrified to see him again, especially in these circumstances. Not to mention, you’re not even sure what will happen if he doesn’t complete the procedure. Will he remember you? Will he be different? Your mind starts racing with one hundred thoughts a minute. Dammit - you should’ve kept your eyes on the door instead of getting distracted. The next thing you know, the voice hero, Present Mic jumps over the rubble that Miriko caused and screams at the top of his lungs, activating his quirk. You yelp as it sends you and the doctor flying backward until your spine hits a wall hard enough to knock the wind out of you. All you can do is watch the scene before you. You’re wheezing and struggling to get up. You start to crawl back onto your feet when you hear Tomura’s tank crack, then a pause, then another crack, and then it finally explodes. A panic sweeps over you as you watch Tomura’s limp body fall to his knees, and then, unable to hold himself up, he falls unconsciously onto the floor in a pool of purple liquid. Your breathing starts to become more and more uneven. He is vulnerable, and there is a pro-hero coming up right next to him. Present Mic ignores Tomura and goes straight for the doctor. You have to get to Tomura now. You slowly rose to your feet; your ears were bleeding, and you were pretty sure you had a few cracked ribs. You needed to heal yourself, but you couldn’t because another pro-hero was suddenly right next to Present Mic. He had his eyes set on you as he fired off a red laser from his right eye, and it hit you directly in the gut, going through you and hitting the wall behind you. You freeze in shock as tears start to fall from your eyes; you failed. As you look down at the hole in your stomach, your shaky hands come up covered in blood, you fall to your knees. Was this real life? Was this how you were going to die? You see Present Mic in the distance snatch up the Doctor, throw him over his shoulder, and run back toward the hole in the wall. He shouts something at the man who fired off the laser, but you are unable to hear him. You’re sobbing now. The room is becoming blurry, and your ears are ringing. You didn’t want to die like this; no, you wanted to see Tomura one last time, and the thought of not seeing him again was unbearable. In this moment, you finally realize that you love him. You love him so much. It hurt. Everything hurt. You think about Dabi too and how much you’ll miss him when you’re gone. You love him too. You love them all. Toga and Twice. Spinner and Compress. This can’t be the end. They’re your family.

In a last stitch effort, you activate your quirk. You’re not trying to heal yourself. Instead, your eyes start to glow with tears seeping through. With everything you have left, you collect the energy from anything you can—lights, the control box, and the pro-hero a couple of feet away. You scream at the top of your lungs and lift your arm out in front of you to blast an energy bolt into Tomura’s unconscious body, hoping to jolt him awake. You didn’t even know if it would work or not. Maybe you should’ve healed yourself instead but you’re hardly thinking anymore. You’re losing too much blood. Everything starts fading out slowly; you go cold as you’re drained of energy. With that, everything goes black. The last thing you see is the pro-hero placing a hand on Tomura. 

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“What was that? What did she just do?” The pro-hero thinks to himself out loud. His only objective left is to finish the job by killing Shigaraki. He begins shooting lasers at all the machinery around him to be sure that there will be no other surprises. When he turns back around, Shigaraki is sitting upright and hugging himself in his arms. He is shivering, and his wet hair is laid across his face, covering his eyes. The pro-hero tries to react in time, but it is too late. Tomura already has a palm on his face, disintegrating him into dust. He then tries to collect himself, his teeth jittering and his body freezing. He takes the pro-hero’s cape from the pile of dust and wraps it around himself. He sees the doctor's phone on the ground a few feet away from him and picks it up. After a moment of waking up, he looks around the room and sees nothing but rubble and piles of dead nomu. Among all the bodies, his eyes land on yours. His eyes go wide in fear as he runs over to you. You’re lying on your side, facing away from him, but he can already see the wall through the huge hole in your lower back. It was a gruesome sight, and he started to panic. His eyes brim with tears as he drops to his knees behind you. He slowly rolls you over in the hope that you’re still conscious enough to heal yourself.

“No, no, no, no!” He repeatedly shouts as he grabs your limp body, trying to shake you from death. He hugs you into his chest and wraps his hand around your head so that you are fully cradled in his arms. He picks you up off the floor as he cries into your lifeless shoulder. You smelled like home to him, and he had a horrendous wave of loneliness come over him. After a moment or two, his tears stopped and were replaced with pure rage. He kneels down with you still in his arms and places his palm on the ground below. He figured that whoever was still in the building couldn’t have gotten far. He activates his overpowered quirk, and everything around you two starts disintegrating. He is unleashing his anger on the world. There was a cloud of dust surrounding you both as his quirk reached miles away. The surrounding buildings turn to dust, and the civilians are evacuating as quickly as they can screaming in terror. He held you lovingly into his chest as he whispered, “I’m so sorry I wasn’t here to protect you.” His tears started again. He furiously growls as he releases another strong wave of his quirk out into the world. 

Then, after a while, it all stops. He stops his quirk and sniffles quietly into your hair. The building had been destroyed, and everything that he could see within a mile had been destroyed. It was nothing but a wasteland. He could’ve kept going, but he knew that the Pro-Heros were tactical. He knew that some of them had to have gotten away. He lays you down slowly on what was left of the concrete slab and feels around for the Doctor’s cell phone. His red cape flutters in the wind as he takes a look at the damage around him. Suddenly, he is hit with a sharp pain in his head. His master calls to him, and he grabs his temples, trying to silence him. He whimpers at the stinging headache he is left with. 

“Come to me, Machia; bring the others.” He pulls out the cell phone to send Gigantomachia a distress message. “I am going to destroy everything.” He says through gritted teeth. 

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Tomura sits with your head on his lap while he gently runs his fingers through your hair. He thinks back to a moment he had with you before going into the tank. When he woke up before you that morning, he did exactly what he was doing now. He ran his fingers through your hair and gave you a sweet kiss on your forehead. His phone buzzed, taking him out of his thoughts and alerting him that Gigantomachia was almost at his location. He rises to his feet and picks you up bridal style. Your arms hang from your sides, and your neck is no longer supported, giving a clear indication that you are dead. Tomura stifles a small cry and jumps from the cliff where the building once stood and onto Gigantomachia’s back, where he is met with Mr.Compress, Spinner, Skeptic, and Dabi. They’re all surprised to see him awake a month early, but what catches their attention, even more, is that you're covered in blood in Tomura’s arms. Both Spinner and Mr. Compress let out a soft gasp that was followed immediately “Oh no’s” and “This can't be’s”. Skeptic continues typing on his laptop, and Dabi is turned away from the scene facing the wasteland. Once he hears the other’s quiet sobbing, he looks over his shoulder slowly and sees his boss hanging his head low with you lying across his arms. He then looks away for a moment in disbelief. Once he turns around again his heart shatters as he sees the hole in your lower abdomen. You look so soft and sweet, and he missed your face so much; this isn’t real. It can’t be. He pulls his hands from his pockets and takes a fistful of his own hair as he falls into a squatted position. His breathing becomes rapid, and bloody tears start falling from his eyes unwillingly. He tugs at his hair more and more and then stands up to his full height in a frenzy. He screams at the top of his lungs, and blue flames escape his throat. He goes completely quiet and tries to hold back his sobs because of how much pain they’re causing him. He feels like there are knives in his throat and needles in his eyes. He then lets his head fall into his arms.

“Where are Toga and Twice?” Tomura finally speaks up, his voice coming out very hoarse.

“Twice is dead.” Dabi quickly replies in a very hoarse voice, sparing him the details. 

“And Toga went off to find one of her little U.A. students.” Spinner crosses his arms over his chest in comfort. “It’s a good thing too; you should’ve seen the way she handled Twice’s death. There’s no telling what she’ll do when she finds out about Y/N.” He cringes at mentioning the fact that you’re dead. None of it felt real yet. How could you and Twice both be gone in an instant?

“I-” Tomura is cut off by a wind blast in the back of his leg causing him to almost drop you.

It was the U.A. student Izuku Midoriya and his classmate Bakugo Katsuki. Tomura’s new quirk kicks in and regenerates the fibers and muscle on his calf, ultimately healing the wound. He growls in irritation, and then his headache returns as he hears his master say, “It is one for all. Bring him to me.” He quickly understands what he has to do and hands you over to Dabi, who hesitantly takes you into his arms the same way that Tomura had previously been holding you. Tomura jumps off of Gigantomachia and joins the fight with the U.A. students by leading them away from the group. 

Dabi finally looks down at you and whimpers softly. He rubs your cheek, and his tears threaten to spill again.

“I am so sorry.” Spinner gives his condolences. “I know you loved her.” 

Dabi sits on Gigantomachia and holds you in his arms. His chest is against your back as you’re laid between his legs. He’s unsure what to do, but he knows eventually both he and Shigaraki will need to let you go. He is more ready to die in a fight than ever. He rests his head against yours and sits there quietly sobbing. 

Minutes pass and the group is silent; all that can be heard is Skeptic typing on his computer. He finally takes a moment to look up from the screen and sees Dabi, who appears to either be sleeping or completely out of it, hovering over your body. He looks entirely defeated and Skeptic becomes entirely confused.

“You do know she’s not dead, right?” He raises an eyebrow, but then decides he doesn’t care and goes back to whatever he was doing on his computer.

Dabi slowly raises his head to tell Skeptic to shut the fuck up, but then he looks down and sees skin under the hole in your suit. The same hole that he noticed earlier. The same hole that isn't a hole anymore. He sits up slightly and starts pushing your hair out of your face.

“Y/N? Y/N?!” He gently shakes you and stops when he hears you groan.

“Dabi?” You get out in a weird, groggy, and tired voice. 

His heart sinks again, and a feeling of relief melts through him as you say his name. He spins you around between his legs to hold you in his arms so that he’s hugging you properly. He holds you tightly and tucks his face into your shoulder. You weakly wrap your arms around him, and he kisses the top of your head. In his peripherals, he sees a line of flames heading toward where Shigaraki was.

"Dad," he says with haste on his tongue.

“Did you just call me dad?” You giggle in his ear, still completely delusional from losing too much blood and energy. 

“Spinner, keep her safe.” Spinner nods and takes your hand to lead you away from Dabi. You oblige mostly because you’re so out of it. You watch as Dabi jumps into the sky and shoots blue flames from his palms to propel himself forward. Eventually, you can no longer see him. 

“Spinner? Where am I?” You rub your eyes and try to lie down because everything is still spinning.

Spinner hugs you before you can. Mr. Compress walks over and hugs you both tightly.

“You were dead.”

“Wh-oh, that’s right. A hero shot me,” You wrap your head around what has happened up until now. “Wait! Where is Tomura? Is he okay? Is he alive?!” 

“He’s okay, he’s the one that called us here. He did all of this,” Spinner lets go of you to gesture at the wasteland surrounding you all. “I’m assuming it was because he was not happy that you were dead.” Spinner pauses, “He’s fighting the heroes on his own”

You start to panic. Your heart is racing, you need to get to him right now. He is probably very weak and the thought of him being alone terrifies you. 

“Gigantomachia! Take me to Tomura!” You punch at the creature who tormented you and Tomura for months on end. He growled in response. 

“Y/N, he only listens to Shigar-” Spinner attempts to shut down your attempt but Gigantomachia starts moving and before you know it he heads in the direction that you saw Dabi go. 

You tense up and grab one of the spikes on his back while he runs toward the battlefield. You probably weren’t ready to jump right into battle again but you didn’t care. Just up ahead you see Tomura fighting not one, not two, not even three, but seven heroes on his own. He is being held in the air by what looks like a black spider web. You recognize the boy holding him hostage. It was Izuku. He is punching Tomura over and over again and you urge Gigantomachia to go faster. Then out of the corner of your eye, you see the number one hero, Endeavor, take off into the sky and wrap his entire body around Tomura. He explodes with the power of the sun and the explosion is so bright that you have to look away and shield your face. Where was Dabi?

“Nooo!” You scream out as you see Tomura fall back toward the earth, his body burned to a crisp. You’re too late. You struggle to hold back a sob and bring your hand up to cover your mouth. Gigantomachia stops in place to take in what just happened. 

After a few seconds, Tomura regains consciousness and stops mid-air. He shoots out black tendrils with red cracks from all five of his fingers aiming them at Izuku. Instead, they hit the explosive student, Bakugo Katsuki, and everyone is in shock to see that Tomura is still alive. You watch as Tomura fights against himself as he starts to heal, he keeps grabbing onto his skull trying to shake away something. His white locks start rapidly growing back and you realize that one of his quirk upgrades was regeneration. You sigh, relieved that he’s not dead and that it would take a lot more to kill him. 

“It’s my body!” You hear Tomura yell out as he grabs his own arm trying to keep it at his side. You tilt your head in confusion. Who was he talking to?

“You mistook foolishness for bravery.” Tomura speaks directly to Izuku now but there is something not right about his voice. He doesn’t sound like himself but you couldn’t quite pinpoint why. He shoots more black and red tendrils at Izuku and they continue fighting in the air. Tomura somehow lands his palm on Izuku’s face. “You’re finally mine. Come to me, one for all.” There it was again, a voice you didn’t recognize. 

With a flash of light, both Izuku and Tomura start falling back to earth again. For a brief second, you thought the fight was over because all of the heroes lay beneath you exhausted from battle. You take the opportunity to climb off of Gigantomachia. Spinner goes to fight you on leaving but ends up joining you instead while Mr.Compress stays behind. You hide around Gigantomachia’s legs waiting for a moment to run over to Tomura. The moment doesn’t come because just a second later Tomura is suspended in the air by the red and black tendrils once more. He looks like one big spider as he crawls over to the heroes.

“Shut up! I don’t take orders from you dammit!” Tomura shouts once again at no one in particular stirring your confusion even more. Then suddenly an energy blast comes from behind him knocking him down once more. Your eyes shoot over to where you see more heroes arriving on the scene. Oh no, this is bad. You guys need to get out now. 

Tomura once again rises to his feet, he looks to be almost fully healed now except for the scars that are littered across his chest. You wonder for a moment if they will stay there forever. All the heroes attack him at once. You pick up your feet to join him in battle but Gigantomachia runs past you joining the fight before you can. He slashes the heroes from left to right, ultimately grabbing Tomura’s body and pulling him from the fight and knocking all of the heroes flat on their asses. Gigantomachia turns Tomura over in his giant hand and sees that he was knocked unconscious, presumably by Izuku’s wind blast. 

“Master, what do you order me to do?” Gigantomachia looks at his palm hoping that Tomura can still hear him but receives no answer. You’re worried now because you can’t see what's going on. As if Gigantomachia could sense your anxiety he reaches his other hand out for you and allows you to climb into his palm. He puts his palms together, closing you and Tomura off to the world around you.

“Tomu, it’s me!” You sob as you throw your arms around him in a tight embrace. It is dark inside Gigantomachia’s palms and the only light is coming from in between his fingers. Tomura is still unconscious and you don’t suspect it is his body causing him trouble because you can see him healing before your very eyes. You can’t believe this is your first time seeing him in months and the whole time neither of you have been fully conscious to embrace each other. You trace your fingers along the scars on his defined chest. Most of which you didn’t recognize from when you saw him last. You push your hair behind your left ear and lay your head on his chest. You sigh in relief when you hear the pounding of his heart. You pull your head from his chest and rest your forehead against his before placing a small and gentle kiss on his lips. Suddenly you hear a commotion coming from outside. You almost forgot that there was a battle going on around you. You pound on Gigantomachia’s fingers urging him to allow you to see what’s going on. He splits his hands open slightly and you see that Dabi is here now and is on Gigantomachia’s back. 

Dabi is yelling at Endeavor while simultaneously pouring a strange liquid on his head. What was he planning? 

“Hey now, don’t be rude! You’re acting like we’ve never met!” Dabi chuckles evilly as the liquid turns his hair white and your eyes widen. “Call me Touya, after all, it’s the name you and mom gave me.”

Your jaw drops, Dabi is Endeavor’s son? You remember hearing about how one of Endeavor’s sons died a few years back but obviously, that must’ve all been a hoax. You look over to see Endeavor start hyperventilating with wide eyes at the sight of his “dead” son. 

Dabi starts clapping his hands together. You’ve never seen him this happy before. He has this psychotic look on his face and then he makes eye contact with you and smiles. You hold his gaze for a moment before he turns back to Endeavor. He shoots off Gigantomachia's back in a frenzy of blue flames. He was smiling from ear to ear and you were suddenly worried that this was a suicide mission. He is suddenly bound mid air by ropes of fabric. His flames go out and he looks over his shoulder at what possibly could have stopped him. You follow his eyes to see just above Gigantomachia was a hovering hero, Best Jeanist. Gigantomachia becomes bound and struggles for a moment against all the ropes. Once they’re pulled tighter you feel yourself falling as you’re reaching out for Tomura. You close your eyes tightly prepared to hit the ground when you feel the ropes snake around your body. You’re then pulled tightly into Tomura’s chest. He is still knocked out cold and his head falls onto your shoulder lifelessly as you were bound together in ropes of fabric. Gigantomachia falls to the ground and it causes everyone around you who is still on the ground to shake and fall to their knees.

Wait a second, Best Jeanist was supposed to be dead. You remember Dabi telling you that Hawks completed his mission. Did Hawks betray you all? When you look up you see Dabi angrily yelling at Best Jeanist and you can only assume that he is finding out this way too.

Who you assume to be Dabi’s younger brother starts flying towards Dabi and your heartbeat quickens. No, no, they’re all going to gang up on him. You try to activate your quirk and absorb the brothers energy but you feel a sharp pain in your side that causes you to scream in agony. Dabi looks down at you and worry spreads across his features. The ropes were way too tight. Dabi is heating himself up again and the ropes that were holding him break. Best Jeanist notices and quickly sends out more ropes to restrain him. 

“De-” a pause, “stroy.” You feel Tomura’s breath hit your neck and hear him whisper to himself. 

“Tomura?” You nudge his head with your shoulder gently trying to wake him up. 

“Destroy!” Without opening his eyes he yells with all his might. It was clearly a command to Gigantomachia because the giant then suddenly breaks free of Best Jeanist’s ropes. This causes Dabi to free himself again using the distraction and he immediately starts fighting his younger brother. 

When you peer over Gigantomachia’s back you see more nomu coming to your rescue. You start to sigh in relief as you watch them fight the heroes for you. Gigantomachia is on his feet again and just as you are beginning to feel hopeful he falls to his knees and falls into a sleeplike state.

“Shit.” You hear Spinner a few feet behind you.

“Wait! What happened?” You panic.

“Earlier a couple of U.A. kids were trying to sedate us and I guess they succeeded but their timing was off.” Spinner yells out in a panicked voice. 

Your heart is racing now. What happens if you lose this fight? You didn’t want to find out. The binding around you and Tomura starts tightening and you can't breathe. You can feel your tears beginning to form and you rest your head back on Tomura’s chest as you feel your breath slowing. You wished so badly that Tomura was awake so that you could talk to him one last time. 

“Y/N,” You hear your name come from behind you.

“Mr.Com-” you attempt to catch your breath. “press?” You try to get out but the ropes tighten even more so it comes out breathless.

“Shigaraki is the key. I need you and Spinner to wake him up, I’ll buy you time.” He activates a marble in his back pocket essentially slicing a chunk of his own body to loosen the restraints. He then reaches out in front of him capturing you, Tomura, and Spinner into a marble. 

You were then released from the marble onto Gigantomachia’s back with Tomura in your arms. Mr.Compress was taken down by a hero but managed to capture Dabi and Skeptic into marbles and tucked them into Spinner’s hood.

“Tomura, I need you to wake up!” You yell and shake his shoulders trying your hardest to wake him. He’s almost completely healed so you assume that he might just be running on empty like you are. “Please Tomura, we need you!” There are tears falling down your cheeks now. You remember back to when Tomura was talking to himself. 

“I think he needs to remember why we’re fighting.” Spinner says.

“Tomura, please, wake up!” You shout one last time while pounding on his chest. Then suddenly you’re met with glowing red eyes. The first thing he sees when he wakes up is you. He sits up and pulls you into his chest wrapping his arm around you essentially protecting you from what he was about to do. With zero hesitation he raises his good arm and shoots an air blast so powerful that all of the heroes go flying back.  

After he stops the blast he lets you go and stands up. You’re so happy to see him that you want to jump into his arms but instead he gets up and walks away towards the edge of Gigantomachia. There is a painful tinge in your heart. Why isn’t he happy to see that you’re alive? Why was he ignoring you?

“I must say, Tomura has some admirable friends. Power is drawn from the heart, the more he embraces the pain and hatred born from his past trauma, the stronger my will becomes within his body.” He speaks in a monotone voice and it sends chills throughout your body. Whoever that is speaking, it is not Tomura. You find yourself backing away from him slowly and downright terrified. “Long live the king, Tomura,” he added with an evil smile that made you want to disappear from his presence. 

“Boss, how do you want us to attack?” Spinner asks the man in front of you. 

“We’re retreating.”  He replies bluntly. 

“We can’t retreat! Toga is on her way here and Compress is hurt badly!” Spinner starts questioning his antics. 

“Spinner, that’s not Tomura.” You say in a quiet voice that's barely above a whisper.

“What?” Spinner turns to ask you. 

“That is exactly right, Y/N.” Even the way this stranger says your name on Tomura’s tongue makes your skin crawl. “Tomura already lost this fight.” 

The heroes look like they’re about to attack again so you take a fighting stance. Tomura, who isn’t Tomura, takes them all down without a second thought by sending them flying backwards again and you lower your shoulders.

“Come on, we're leaving.” He says as three nomu appear before you. Spinner jumps onto the nearest nomu and pulls the marbles out of his hood that Mr.Compress tucked away and places them in his pocket. Tomura gestures for you to get on the flying nomu with him but you hesitate, making him aggressively grab you by the waist and position you so that you are sitting in front of him. “I have no patience for your hero-villian indecisiveness that Tomura allows. You’re coming with me.” His words sting and you’re silent the whole ride back to wherever he was planning on taking you.  

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dabi | Todoroki Touya/Takami Keigo | Hawks Characters: Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Takami Keigo | Hawks Additional Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Transmasculine Dabi, T4T Dabi | Todoroki Touya/Takami Keigo | Hawks, Top Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Bottom Takami Keigo | Hawks, Daddy Kink, Breeding Kink, Anal Sex, DabiHawks Lesbians, Oral Sex, Trans Takami Keigo | Hawks Summary:

“Well?”

“‘Well’ what?”

“How does it feel?”

Dabi stares down at the protrusion from against her pelvis and frowns. It’s not that it feels uncomfortable, it’s that it should feel uncomfortable. The whole apparatus should feel wrong. And it doesn’t. It doesn’t feel uncomfortable or unwieldy, and even though it’s a bright red dildo that doesn’t match her complexion at all, her fucked up brain is translating it as the extension that was always missing—her body made a fraction more right than the disappointment it’s always been.

“It’s fine.”

[draconianmyst]

Hi, I'm a huge Dabi/Touya fan and I've been obsessing with a story idea based off the whole "isekai" idea and was wondering if any other simps would be interested?

If so, I'm trying to decide if I should use an OC or should make it a self insert given I want to make this a kind of slow-burn story, so there would be multiple chapters.

I'm also so down the rabbit hole I've got an entire playlist on my Spotify dedicated to songs that make me think of him, so I'm thinking of titling each chapter after the song(s) I probably be listening to while I set the tone.

It'll also get spicy as things progress, but you know how slow burns are 😅😅

In the meantime, if anyone is interested in some one shots, shoot me a suggestion and I'll see what I can do. 😁😁😁

(I also made several Dabi AI's to flirt with cause GOD DAMN THAT MAN IS TOO FINE)