#like . before touya and keigo joined

[voidxverse]

[accidentcache]

for the one anon who threatened a rat with a rock here's my dbhxs i promised <3

the first thing you feel once stirring in the morning is touya shifting underneath you. he moves, clearly not trying to wake you up-- gingerly lifting your arm from his waist before shifting his weight to the edge of the bed.

keigo has a secure grip around your waist, his arms are loose but you know it will be a fight to get out of his hold. he's warm, his breath is hot where his mouth rests against your shoulder blade and the patchy hair on his chin tickles enough to stir you further from sleep.

your eyes flutter open more just in time to see touya lift himself from the bed. his hair is messy, white locks sticking up in random directions and there are creases in his skin from where he lied on the bed in his heavy sleep. he sleeps in just his boxer briefs due to how much he sweats in his sleep and his skin is slightly damp.

you know where he's going. it's the same as every morning since he's gotten home.

the bedsheets have long forgotten the little red fuzzies that used to litter the fabric. instead of scorch marks, the sheets now get soaked in sweat from body heat. keigo still sleeps with his back to the edge of the bed to accommodate for wings he doesn't have anymore, touya fiddles with scarred skin that is still taking weeks to heal.

the three of you knew it was going to be a long recovery time.

you eventually manage to wrangle yourself out of keigo's hold. he continues to snore surprisingly, face shoved into the pillow with the blankets tucked around his ribs. he's become such a heavier sleeper since the war and you're not sure if it's a good thing or a bad thing.

padding out to the living room, the slight chill from the morning alerts you to the cracked porch door to your left. you smell burning tobacco.

touya's morning cigarette.

even though you're dressed in only underwear and a random shirt of theirs, you decide to join touya on the back porch. he's smarter-- he put on sweats and a thin t-shirt, but the sun is starting to rise and soon it'll be warm and nice enough to sit out and enjoy the weather on keigo's day off.

touya holds a turkish royal between his index and middle finger. the lighter-- a silly design of a bao bun on a skateboard is stuck on it-- sits on the wooden railing. a small smile curls at the corner of your mouth. you had gifted him that lighter a while back ago, before the war. he had rolled his eyes at you at the time and told you the design was stupid and childish.

his eyebrow lifts at the sight of you, but he opens up his side and beckons you forward. "what're you doin' up, sweetheart?" he murmurs, his voice rasps as smoke funnels from his nose.

you curl into his side and slide the cigarette from his fingers without much fight from him. his hand slides from your arm to wrap around your waist and pulls you closer into his side. either he's feeling snuggly or he's being sweet and keeping you warm in the early morning chill. he smokes outside-- keigo doesn't like when the two of you smoke inside.

you take a drag before you respond to him. "heard you leave the bed earlier," you mumble back in response. touya grunts and takes the cigarette back from you, tapping the ash over the railing. his body is warm, he smells like freshly lit tobacco and that hard to describe scent of sleep.

the two of you don't speak much more, just continue to share puffs of the cigarette as you watch the sun continue to rise. "blondie keeping the bed warm?" he hums as his chin rests on top of your head. you nod and a chuckle leaves his mouth. "probably only keeping his side warm, more like it."

a scoff is heard from the direction of the doorway behind the two of you, causing both of you to jump. your head swivels to find said blonde in the doorway, hair dishelved and a disgruntled expression slapped onto his face. he's squinting at the both of you, an adorable scowl on his lips and from the distance you're at you can see the little goosebumps appearing on his exposed skin.

"can you two hurry the hell up?" his tone is demanding but the words are phrased like a toddler whining. you half expected him to stomp his foot like one the longer you two stare at him.

touya flicks the butt of the cigarette into the designated ashtray he keeps out on the porch with a laugh that's nothing short of mocking. "someone's clingy."

"piss off," keigo snips back, but there's barely any heat in his tone. he offers one more glare before he turns from the doorway and makes his way back into the house. you know it's your cue to follow. keigo likes to cuddle in the morning-- he's not the same person unless he gets his skin to skin.

touya releases his arm from your waist, patting your hip affectionately. "go on," he reassures you, flicking out another cigarette for himself. the lighter clicks once, twice and then a third time before he lights up his second cigarette of the morning. "i'll meet you both in there when i'm done."

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[tokeposts]

all this time | t. todoroki

1k | Meeting Touya at a party years after high school was purely chance, but everything that followed afterwards seemed like fate.

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The party is in full swing, music pulsing through the house as people move about with drinks in hand, random laughter and voices mingling with the thrum of the bass. Touya stands alone in the kitchen, nursing a half-empty Solo cup, the condensation cool against his fingers. He leans against the counter, his usual smirk nowhere to be found, replaced by a frown tugging at his lips.

His thoughts are hazy— a combination of alcohol and something sharper, something harder to ignore. It’s not just the drinks making him feel this way.

No, you slip in a while ago, a quiet commotion in your own right. The way you carry yourself— effortless, magnetic— still turns heads, still commands attention without even trying. Your laugh floats above the music, light and easy, a stark contrast to the thorns tightening around his throat.

It’s been years. Years. He’s 23 now, for god’s sake, and yet in this moment, he feels like the awkward high schooler he used to be, fumbling for words he never had the courage to say. Seeing you again has him spiraling, a strange mix of nerves and longing crashing into him. It makes his throat tight and his chest ache.

Back then, he’d heard the rumors— people whispered that you might have liked him. He hadn’t believed them, of course. How could you, of all people, be interested in him? The boy who stuck to his close-knit group of misfits, spent Friday nights dying his hair and practicing his eyeliner.

And yet… there had been moments. Moments that felt like more than coincidence. Lingering glances across crowded hallways. The brush of your hand against his during group projects. The way your voice softened, just slightly, whenever you said his name. He should’ve known. Secretly, he had hoped.

But he’d convinced himself it was all in his head.

And then came that night.

It was the final hoorah as seniors— the last chance to say goodbye before everyone went their separate ways. The loud music thumped, red Solo cups were passed around, and somehow, the two of you found yourselves in a quiet corner of the house. He remembers the eye contact, the soft laughter, how you’d smile at every sarcastic remark he made, only to shoot back with a clever retort of your own.

Then, you grinned, wrapping your hand in his and leading him upstairs. Standing in the doorway of some random bedroom, you locked eyes with him. There was no mistaking the look in your gaze: the smirk, thick with unspoken tension— an invitation meant only for him.

In that moment, everything clicked into place. The ‘subtle’ compliments about his eyes, the way you’d let only him copy your homework, the invites to join you on the rooftop for lunch.

You felt it too.

And it made him want to throw up. No— he didn’t follow. Instead, he stayed behind, heart pounding in his chest, convincing himself to walk away from what might have been his only real chance.

And by the time Toga had finally talked some sense into him, you were gone.

“Touya?” Your voice pulls him back to the present. “Wow, it’s been so long.”

You stand in front of him, a small smile tugging at your lips, teasing yet familiar. The years have only made you more captivating, and he hates how easily you can disarm him.

“You here alone?” you tease, tilting your head. You busy yourself by opening the fridge, lazily scanning the contents inside. No shocker that it’s filled to the brim with cheap booze. The fridge light frames your features perfectly, and for a second, his brain goes blank. “Didn’t peg you for the party type.”

He shakes his head and chuckles, trying to shake off the weight of his memories. “Yeah, Keigo’s here… somewhere.”

He swishes his cup again, looking anywhere but in your eyes. You lean in, your voice dropping to a low murmur. “Keigo.”

He doesn’t like how the name rolls off your tongue so easily. He hates even more when your lips curl into a knowing grin. “Oh, the blond one, right? Captain of the hockey team?”

Touya nods, not wanting to test his luck by speaking. No, he’s too afraid he’ll give everything away. That somehow, you could just tell he’s simmering in self-pity, just by speaking.

You always had a way of simply knowing him, after all.

There’s a moment of silence. His blue eyes dart anywhere but at you. It’s so unlike him that you chuckle, dry and tense. The Touya you remember was quite the chatterbox, never hesitating to let his opinions be known, especially about things he was truly passionate about. The soft sound makes him sigh and clutch his drink even tighter—out of nervousness, maybe? He doesn’t know.

You sigh. “Y’know, you’ve been staring at me all night.”

Touya’s breath hitches. It’s been years. You’ve changed in all the places that matter— your smile brighter, your words bolder. Six fucking years, and you seem like an entirely different person. He chuckles.

This is it.

Another chance.

“Been thinking about stuff,” he admits, his voice uncharacteristically soft. “’Bout some things back in high school.”

Your eyes search his, the playful edge fading. “That so?”

“Yeah,” he mutters, dragging a shaky hand through his hair. “I should’ve… I should’ve gone with you back then.” His voice cracks, mentally cursing the alcohol. If you noticed his nerves, you’re doing a damn good job at hiding it. He clears his throat, swishing his drink once more. “I knew what you wanted, but I convinced myself that you couldn’t possibly…”

You’re quiet for a moment, then smile—a real, genuine smile. “Well,” you say, stepping closer, “you’re not in high school anymore, Touya.”

His pulse quickens as your hand brushes against his, your fingers lightly tracing the back of his hand. He remembers the party when you were seniors—deja vu.

“No,” he murmurs, his voice steady now. “We’re not.”

The tension between you crackles, years of unspoken words and missed chances hanging in the air. This time, he’s not going to run. You’ve changed, and so has he.

“Come with me,” you say, your tone leaving no room for argument.

And for once, he didn’t hesitate.

notes. heavily inspired by more than friends by quin xcii. also merry christmas here's loser boy touya idk 😭

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[metranart]

ft. Hawks, Dabi and Shoto x Reader. Raging Threesome influenced by the mating season, booze and secret obsessions. (teaser)

Dabi had noticed the subtle signs of your body as well as Hawks, even Shoto had. The way you pressed your thighs together, that little sway of your hips, that longing sigh, all firm signs that you were in a special and festive mood. Maybe the mix of alcohol, Christmas and your open mind could be a trigger for something interesting.

You bite your lip when you find all three Proheroes staring at you, hungry gazes that make you feel like you were naked, and that shyly provocative grin you give them back. Damn! It’s too sensual to be an accident, you just sealed your evening.

“I forgot something in my office," Keigo mutters under his breath, and his fists clench as he swiftly sneaks his body behind yours. If you didn’t get it before, you feel it now. He is hard, and he is grinding against your ass. You stiffen. 

“Uh… Keigo?” You ask in a squeak, but he doesn’t stop and instead begins to guide you where he wants, "would you come with to look for it?"

To his office again? You know what he wants, so you nod wondering if what he has in mind might cure the recent itch in your crotch. You barely manage to kiss the curve of his neck with a clumsy turn of your head and before you know it, you're already in the office of his Hero agency, the door locked behind you ... and before you know it, you're not alone in there.

“This room smells like sex,” Dabi spats, absentmindedly, slowly stripping off of his jacket suit, “… got any lube around, birdbrains?” 

“Sure, I think I have some in the bottom drawer." 

Dabi walks over to the drawer and starts searching through the items, while Hawks starts serving drinks as if it were a private party. With a casual stride, your boyfriend offers you a drink and it's only when you hear a sober 'thank you' that you realize Shoto is here too, drink in hand, stoic gaze in an invisible spot as he, Hawks and you awkwardly clink your glasses together before taking a sip of the aged whisky.

“Agh,” You stick your tongue out at the bitter, potent taste of the whiskey, "baby, it's too strong-"

"Just enough, darling." Dabi replies, stealing a sip from his brother's glass, and sipping it with a mischievous smile as his eyes stay on you. "The more spirited we are, the easier it will be to get comfortable, if you know what I mean.”

Hawks chuckles and although he tries to sound cool, you notice the note of nervousness in his voice, which he ends up defeating by gulping down the rest of the whiskey in his glass.

"He's right, (Y/N)." 

The whiskey takes effect on your boyfriend sooner than expected and his already rosy cheeks turn bright red, eyelids dropping a little, sensually, his eyes lock with yours as he strips off his jacket, letting it fall to the floor to start an awkward fight with the knot of his tie, effectively nullifying the sensuality of the striptease while making himself look incredibly adorable.

"Awwww," Dabi beams, sarcastically, "apparently daddy can't get undress without mommy helping him, do you mind, doll?"

You shake your head in amusement and Keigo's arms wrap around your waist in reflex as you begin to undo the knot of his tie, depositing whiskey kisses to each cheek, the tip of your nose, each side of your mouth, your forehead and eyelids. It’s all Keigo Takami, sweet and devoted while his naughty hands keep trying to lift up the skirt of your dress.

"I know I already said this,” Hawks spells a little drunkenly, “but you look incredibly sexy in this dress… guys?"

"Top tier," Dabi snaps with a smirk.

"Beautiful," Shoto joins as well, slapping his brother's hands away. The older Todoroki trying to undo the buttons of his shirt, "stop it, Touya.... I don't need your assistance-"

"Silence, pup. By the way, I think it is prudent to mention that my little brother here…. is still a rabid virgin, please treat him well."

"Touya!"

"Easy, baby bro." Dabi pushes Shoto until he crashes the edge of Hawks' desk and once out of earshot, he mutters just for him. "This is my Christmas present, Shoto," the half-and-half Todoroki stares at him suspiciously and Dabi smirks, wildly, "...I know you think you hide it well, but I can see right through you, you're head over heels for (Y/N)." 

Shoto's blushing cheeks are the only thing disturbing his calm expression, "you love her in secret and even though she'll never be yours," he glances over his shoulder where you are kissing- no! devouring Hawks passionately. Dabi snorts to then returns his gaze to Shoto, "I want you to have your first time with whoever you dream of, I want that for you," Dabi admits, seriously. "I didn't have that, so...I want to give you at least this."

"Touya." 

The tone Shoto uses is enough for Dabi to know that he understands the deep meaning behind his actions and with enthusiasm rejuvenated, he grins, but not his usual sassy smirk but a warm, kinder one, meant only for Shoto.

"Then, play along, I'll distract birdbrains, and you fuck his girlfriend’s brain out."

"Touya!"

This time the tone used is more scolding, but the implicit agreement is already in action. The Todoroki siblings had a plan, and the evening is set for success....

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[lysaisland]

lovesick

january hasn’t even hit double digits yet, i’m all valentines ready 😭😭

꩜ ‧.°. 𖦹.°.‧ ꩜‧.°.𖦹 .°.‧꩜ ‧.°. 𖦹.°.‧ ꩜‧.°.𖦹 .°.‧꩜ ‧.°. 𖦹. Keigo wouldn’t be surprised if he just collapsed because of a heart attack with how fast his heart was pounding. He needed to stop being so nervous, or else he was going to start to sweat. If he started to sweat, then he was going to smell, and then — argh!

It was Valentine’s day, D-day, the day of yours and Keigo’s first date.

Normally, Keigo would breeze through a date easily. No problems. He’d smile cheekily, flirt in that way he always does and wouldn’t even think twice about casual touches, hand holding or kisses. 

 But with you, god, it was so different.

You two were already friends before he asked you out. You guys bonded over the little things: early lectures, stupid films and the bastard that was Touya Todoroki. However, long before he even entertained the idea of liking you romantically, his breath always hitched when you came into the room. As cheesy as it sounded, you were dazzling to him, funny and sweet. He was smitten. 

He thought that the hard part was finally over when he successfully asked you out. A movie night in your dorm, with a classic face-to-face, heartfelt confession (which ended with red cheeks and redder lips). He remembered that while you moved to press a firm kiss to his lips, you held his face gently. No one ever did that before. No one ever held him with such softness, with such affection like you did. 

Keigo, you muttered quietly with a smile into his ear, finally.

He reached for his jacket. God, he needed to get his act together. His hands fiddled with the zipper before dragging it up to his collarbones. The weather was getting warmer, warm enough to forego the outerwear. But, for some inexplicable reason if it got colder, he figured that he could offer you his jacket. Be the perfect gentlemanly boyfriend you deserve. He didn’t need the jacket anyway, he ran hotter than most. 

Keigo looked into the mirror, eyes scrutinising his reflection. He looked like he was going to take a hike up Mount Everest. For a more relaxed look, and to kid himself into looking like some state of calm, he unzipped his jacket. His hawk-like eyes zoned in on a small stain on his shirt. Fuck. Why on god’s green earth did he not see that before?? With furrowed brows, he glanced at the clock, then zipped his jacket halfway to cover the dirt and bolted out the door with a picnic basket in hand. 

Thankfully not out of breath, he arrived at the park. It was late afternoon and surprisingly empty. At this point in the day, Keigo was just glad that you were running slightly late too. He had received a text from you just as he reached the meeting place, saying something had come up and that you’ll be there in less than twenty minutes. 

Perfect! Just enough time to set up the picnic. The plan was to stay long enough to watch the sun sink into the sky and then, well, Keigo was willing to improvise. The sky was cloudy, he might have to concoct a plan sooner than he thought. 

“Keigo,” you gaped, “what the actual hell? This is beautiful!” 

His head snapped up to meet your eyes. They were clear and sparkling, and slightly squinted due to the huge beam on your face. Keigo thought that he would never see a cuter sight.

You set your bag down, laughing as you joined him on the picnic blanket. The sound, a delight to his ears. 

“What’s up sweets?” He huffed, laughing with you, “Miss me?”

Bending forward, you poked his cheek, “Always. Did you know you looked like a meerkat just then?” You quickly added.

He feigned offence, “You wound me! I’m excited to see you and this is what I get?”

“But you love me right?”

“I still didn’t look like a desert rat.”

You leaned back, to imitate the way he looked at you.

“Now, tell me that didn’t look like a meerkat.” 

“I’d prefer it if you said I looked like anything else — a hawk perhaps?”

“Meerkats are cute, I’m calling you cute!”

“Mmh…” He reached out his finger to poke your cheek just as you did, “Nope. Not at all. You must be seeing things.”

You rolled your eyes with a light smile, before looking at Keigo’s picnic set up again. 

“You did all of this for me?”

There was a fragrant bouquet of yours and Keigo’s favourite flowers sitting in the woven picnic basket, full bloom. You told him that you loved pretty things, what was prettier than flowers? Though, he was very close to printing out a bunch of candid photographs of you both to decorate the picnic — he refrained by a fraction. 

A platter of your favourite fruits were placed beside the flowers, meticulously arranged. Keigo was particularly proud of them; he cut the strawberries into heart shapes. However, the star of the show (apart from you, of course) was the cake he baked. It was a small thing, not the best looking. He was never any good with cooking, let alone baking, but he tried. It was slightly squashed on the side from being in the basket, even so, it should taste good. 

“Anything for you really,” he replied, your name sweet on his lips, “want to take a bite?”

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part two? yay or nay?

edit: pt two here!!

[kusakiguzen]

Yandere Mha x Reader x Yandere Batfam

A/N: So recently i got into yandere batfam x neglected reader. And i like mha x reader. Soo my fav fic of mha x reader is on quotev " Future Keeper" and my fav batfam x neglected reader is " again & again", my brain just mushed them together like.

Our reader was born and raised in japan (reincarnated from modern world) till she was 9 (instead of 5 ), childhood friends with aizawa. Her parents passed and she find out her father was was not her real father. And she is sent to Gontham to Bruce . (read the fic to get a better understanding, link on the names cuz spoiler. ) There she gets neglected and then decides to transfer to UA high ( here UA is a secrate hero school and on surface its a prestigious high school). She sends a direct letter to Nezu about her "Foresight", and asks to be transfared there. She does get in. Meets Aizawa again. Then meets tenko, adopts him. Meets kai, adopts him. Meets touya, takes him in. And finally Keigo.

But Dick shows up when reader or any adult is not home, tenko opens the door, and Dick speaks in english, Tenko calls Kai (who knows english cuz u taught him, on his request) to speak to the stranger (Dick).

Kai knows him ( due to him being extreemly interested in how you have such good etiquette and wanted to learn, you taught him but also opened up about your past, showed him pics of you "family", and warned him if they come make sure to not give them hope about the reconcile between you and them).

Kai followed you order told the other kids to stay in the room and call the adults (detective tsukachi and night eye) aswell as the reader. He makes it very clear that you are not leaving and Dick's presence is unwanted. The adults arrive before you and try to calm the tension between the two but still agreeing with what Kai said. This pisses Dick off and then tells them that they have no right to decide for you. Kai bites back saying neither does Dick have the right.

Just then reader comes busts trough the door panting and sweaty like she ran the whole way back with Aizawa close behind her, Aizawa goes to check up on the other kids while reader starts walking towards Kai but Dick though she was going towards him and opens his hands expecting a hug, but you pass him and go to Kai and hug him and check if he was injured and then tell him to join his siblings, to which he refuses, Saying you are too kind and he has to be there cuz he knows what it does to you emotionally. And kai stayed

Dick asked you to come back toe which you refused saying that you now have a new family. He tries to persuade you, but was cut off by kai saying "emotional blackmailing won't help since he was there". Then you list everything they ( the bat fam) missed. And then ask if he could tell how many awards you won, you'll give them a chance. Dick didn't know and said a random number but Kai corrected him and along with that he also flexed about how much he knows about you .

You refuse and he is kicked out. You thought it was over but it wasn't. Now you were stuck being messaged by random numbers to reconcile. which are blocked by Aizawa and Kai. Due to Aizawa being worried about you, he proposed to exchange phones since all their contacts were same. to which the reader agreed reluctently.

Now probably they got the hint and would leave you alone....... Or you thought

Three weeks later, bat boys along with Bruce and Alfread show up with all your favorite stuff ( which Dick remembers cuz Kai had spoken about it). Since it was Touya who opened the door, he didn't give them a chance and shut the door in their face saying that they'll make reader have an anxiety attack or something bad, then told them to leave. They didn't and since you were on your way back home, you unfortunately bumped into them. Again it was the sme bushit except Damian who you thought had lost his mind since he kept demanding you come back home, to them, and spoil him with more love than you spoil anyone in your so called family cuz he was your one and only real sibling.

You laughed at their faces, called them pathetic and told them your family is here and so is your home. And continued by saying if they love you even a little bit they would leave you and your real family alone.

Leaving heart broken Wayne family outside. Regreting their choices.

But they promised that they would get you back........... No matter what.

And your Japanese family vowed to protect you from them....

A/N: This was a fucked up idea in my head i just had to write it down. PLEASE CHECH OUT THE 2 AMZING FICS, LINK ON THE NAME OF THE FIC IN THE AUTHORS NOTE!!!

Hope You Enjoyed!

P.S. I tried to keep it gn, so all the genders can enjoy, i hope i did fine.

Edit: I should Tag the author of again and again. @acid-ixx Sorry for the late tag!

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[writeriguess]

Heyyya :D

I was wandering if you could do a hawks x touya x reader (established relationship) smut/nsfw and u could do any plot u want!

Between Fire and Feathers

The air in the dimly lit apartment was thick with heat—not from the city outside, but from the tension crackling between the three of you. You were already on the bed, flushed and eager, the anticipation sending a shiver down your spine as Dabi and Hawks loomed over you.

Keigo, always the smoother of the two, traced a warm finger along your jaw, tilting your chin up to press a slow, teasing kiss to your lips. "You ready for us, baby?" he murmured against your mouth, his golden eyes flickering with something softer than lust, but just as consuming.

Dabi, on the other hand, was the opposite of patient. His scarred hands were already gripping your hips, tugging you toward him with a roughness that made your stomach flip in excitement. "Course they are," he muttered, voice deep and rough. "They've been waiting for this all fuckin' night."

Keigo chuckled, his lips trailing from your mouth to your neck, leaving featherlight kisses that sent tingles down your spine. "Always so impatient, huh?" he teased, glancing at Dabi.

Dabi scoffed. "Nah, just not a tease like you." He tugged your shorts down with one sharp pull, baring you to the cool air. A smirk tugged at his lips when he saw how wet you already were. "Look at that. You like when we talk about you like this, don't you?"

Your breath hitched as his fingers traced along your slick folds, dipping in just enough to make you whimper. Before you could answer, Keigo's mouth was on your chest, his tongue flicking over a sensitive nipple as his hand joined Dabi's between your legs.

"Let's make them feel good first," Keigo murmured against your skin, his fingers moving with practiced ease.

Dabi snorted but didn't argue. Instead, he slid down between your legs, his grip on your thighs firm as he spread them wider. "Fine. But I'm going first." His breath was hot against your core, and the second his tongue flicked against your clit, your body jolted.

Keigo chuckled, pressing kisses up your stomach as he watched your reaction. "Always so greedy."

Dabi didn't answer, too busy devouring you. His tongue was rough and purposeful, moving in slow, deliberate strokes that had you writhing against the sheets. He didn't let up, sucking at your clit, slipping two fingers inside you, curling them just right.

"Fuck—Dabi," you gasped, fingers tangling in his dark hair.

Keigo hummed in amusement, his lips finding yours again, kissing you deeply as Dabi worked you open. "That's it, baby, let go for us," Keigo whispered, his voice dripping with sweet encouragement. His hand brushed through your hair, grounding you in contrast to the burning pleasure between your thighs.

Dabi growled against your pussy, the vibrations sending another shock of pleasure through you. "Shit, you sound so good like that," he muttered, his tongue circling your clit relentlessly.

It didn’t take long before the pressure coiled tight in your core, your body tensing as pleasure crashed over you. Your moans filled the room, and Dabi groaned as you came against his mouth, lapping up every drop.

Before you could even catch your breath, Keigo was pulling you onto your knees. "Think you can take care of me now, baby?" he murmured, his fingers brushing over your lips.

You nodded, pupils blown with lust as you reached for him, wrapping your hand around his cock before taking him into your mouth. Keigo groaned, his head tipping back as your tongue swirled around him.

"Fuck—yeah, just like that," he panted, his hands tangling in your hair but never pushing, letting you set the pace.

Behind you, Dabi ran his hands down your back, his voice low and rough. "Look at you, bein’ all obedient for him." His hands squeezed your ass before delivering a sharp slap that made you gasp around Keigo’s cock. "Hope you’re ready for me, doll, ‘cause I’m not gonna be nice."

Keigo chuckled breathlessly, watching as Dabi lined himself up behind you. "They can take it," he murmured, stroking your cheek. "You're gonna do so good for us, aren't you?"

You moaned in response, and then Dabi was pushing into you, stretching you open with a single deep thrust. The contrast was overwhelming—Keigo’s gentle touches, his soft words, and Dabi’s rough grip on your hips as he started moving, setting a punishing pace.

"Fuck, you're tight," Dabi groaned, his fingers digging into your flesh as he fucked into you from behind. "Takin' me so fuckin' well."

Keigo wiped a tear from the corner of your eye, murmuring sweet praises as he rocked his hips forward, letting you take him deeper into your mouth. "Such a good baby for us," he cooed, brushing his thumb over your cheek. "You're doing so good."

Dabi grunted, his pace brutal as he yanked you back onto his cock with each thrust. "Look at ‘em," he muttered, watching the way your body trembled between them. "Fucked out already."

Keigo groaned, his grip on your hair tightening just slightly. "They love it."

You did. The overwhelming mix of sensations, the way they balanced each other—Dabi's roughness, Keigo's tenderness—it was everything you could ever want.

Dabi leaned forward, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear as he pounded into you. "Gonna cum for us, sweetheart?" he rasped. "C'mon, let go."

Keigo was right there too, his hand stroking your cheek as he moaned. "Give it to us, baby," he urged, voice breathless.

The pleasure crashed over you hard, your body tensing as you came with a loud cry, your walls clenching around Dabi. That was all it took for him to follow, spilling inside you with a deep groan. Keigo wasn't far behind, his hips jerking as he came down your throat, moaning your name as you swallowed every drop.

The room was filled with heavy breathing, the scent of sex lingering in the air as you collapsed onto the bed, completely spent. Keigo chuckled softly, brushing sweat-damp hair from your face as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

"You did so good for us, baby," he murmured, his tone dripping with warmth.

Dabi flopped down beside you, dragging a hand through his messy hair. "Damn right they did," he muttered before smirking. "But next time? I’m not gonna go easy on you."

You barely had the strength to glare at him, but Keigo only laughed, pulling you close. "Guess we’ll just have to make sure next time comes real soon."

[thesakuragarnet]

Silent Night

Summary:

“Are you serious?! Your family is in the house, Touya,” Keigo whispers heatedly. “C’mon, dove. We can be quiet. And the door’s locked,” Touya rasps, voice breathy and pulse racing.

OR

Touya and Keigo share a bed during a Christmas Eve power outage.

THIS WORK IS 18+ ONLY! TAGS BENEATH THE KEEP READING SECTION

Word count: 1,254 words

AO3 link

Tags: DabiHawks, explicit s3xual content, swearing, making out, QUIRKLESS AU (NO QUIRKS), sharing a bed, power outage, secret relationship, christmas smut, quiet s3x

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It’s Christmas Eve in Musutafu, and Touya Todoroki pulls into the driveway with his boyfriend, Keigo Takami, in the passenger seat.

“Remind me to drive next time,” Keigo mutters, running a hand through his hair, “You’re lucky we didn’t get pulled over with your driving…or that we made it here at all.”

“Are you gonna bring a bag for me to puke in?” Touya counters as he turns the car off. 

Keigo’s eyes narrow, and he gets out of the car without any more protest. 

“That’s what I thought,” Touya snorts triumphantly as he hops out into the frigid air. His shoes crunch on the snowy gravel. 

“AMBUSH!” 

WHAM!

“Fuck!” Touya swears as a snowball collides with the side of his head before he’s enveloped in an overbearing hug. 

“Good to see you, too, Natsuo. Now get the hell off me,” He grumbles, shoving his beaming brother away while Keigo closes the trunk, brandishing armfuls of gifts for Touya’s family. 

“Aw, are all those for me?” Natsuo chuckles.

“Sorry. Only for the siblings that don’t pelt me in the head,” Touya sneers, punching him in the arm with enough force to know he didn’t appreciate it.

“Lemme help,” Natsuo offers, taking some of the gifts out of Keigo’s hands before walking back inside the house. 

“I don’t see your dad’s car,” Keigo takes note as he uses his now-free arm to sling his bag over his shoulder. 

“Yeah, I was kinda hoping to key it,” Touya frowns, pulling his backpack out of the car before locking it. The two walk up the snowy pathway to the front door, shaking the snow off their shoes before stepping inside and taking them off. 

“My baby’s home!” Rei Todoroki exclaims, rushing to embrace her son before pulling Keigo in as well. “And you brought Keigo!” 

“Good to see you too, Miss Todoroki,” Keigo mumbles through his scarlet scarf. 

“Your father’s on a work trip…again. So he won’t be joining us tonight,” Rei sighs, scratching the back of her neck, not noticing Touya fisting the air in victory. 

“Oh no,” Touya’s tone is blatantly sarcastic, and Keigo elbows him in the side harshly.

“I guess you two will be staying in Touya’s childhood bedroom tonight. Like a little sleepover! Just like you two used to before you went off to college!” Rei grins as if she’s reminiscing, leading them to Touya’s room to drop off their things. Keigo clocks her words and yanks Touya by the elbow of his jacket before whispering in his ear:

“Your mom has no idea we’re dating, does she?”

“As far as my mother is concerned, I’m a goddamn virgin and a perfect student,” Touya hisses, leering at Keigo. 

“Mhm. Got it,” Keigo shrugs, shaking his head. They were going to find out sooner or later. 

Rei opens the door to Touya’s childhood bedroom.

“I’m going to go help Fuyumi finish up with Christmas dinner! You boys make yourselves at home!” She grins before walking further down the hallway to the kitchen. 

“Really?” Keigo groans at the blow-up mattress on the floor beside Touya’s bed.

“I mean,” Touya hushes under his breath, “You can always sneak into my bed in the middle of the night. It’ll be a tight fit though. Never upgraded out of a twin bed.”

“Yeah, I gathered that,” Keigo huffs, nodding his head with a  “duh” expression. 

…

…

At first, Christmas Eve seemed to carry on as usual without any problems. They all planned to exchange gifts the next morning on Christmas Day. Dinner was amazing. Fuyumi, unfortunately, made everyone get into matching snowflake pajamas before sitting in the living room to watch Christmas movies. That is…until-

ZZZZAPP!

The Todoroki family house goes completely dark, and, when Touya looks out the window, he notices the entire street has gone dark.

“Looks like there’s a power outage,” Shoto explains, scrolling on his phone. 

“Does that mean the heat’s out, too?!” Natsuo gripes.

“We’ll all just have to bundle up extra warm tonight,” Rei smiles warmly, and Touya winks at Keigo, earning another heavy sigh. 

…

…

“Touya!” Keigo whispers in the darkness.

“Yeah?” Touya groans.

“I’m fucking freezing !”

“Yeah. The power’s out. And you’re on the floor. Cold air sinks,” Touya replies flatly. 

“I know cold air sinks! Can I bunk with you?” Keigo asks in a hushed whisper. Touya’s bed creaks as he leans over the side to stare down at Keigo with a devious smirk. 

“Oh, you want me to warm you up?” He sneers playfully.

“Shut up!” Keigo hisses, but Touya pats the edge of the mattress, pulling his blankets up and beckoning Keigo to climb in. 

Keigo carefully crawls into the bed, but it’s so small that they’re both forced to sleep on their sides, right up against one another. 

So close, in fact, that Keigo can feel Touya’s very obvious erection pressed up against his ass.

“Are you serious?! Your family is in the house, Touya,” Keigo whispers heatedly. 

“C’mon, dove. We can be quiet. And the door’s locked,” Touya rasps, voice breathy and pulse racing. 

“Can you? Because you never shut up,” Keigo remarks, half-flirting-half-serious.

“I will if you kiss me,” Touya coos, mischievously tapping Keigo’s shoulder.

Keigo sighs, shaking his head before he turns to face Touya and gently connects their lips. Touya seems to melt, arms snaking up the back of Keigo’s shirt, feeling the curves and ridges of his muscles. 

Keigo breathes deeply into the kiss, tongue gliding across Touya’s bottom lip, and the bed creaks as Touya ends up on his back with Keigo lying on top of him. Touya gasps when he feels Keigo’s own slowly growing erection pressing up against his. The gasp lets Keigo slip his tongue into Touya’s mouth, and Touya happily obliges, a lewd moan muffling in his throat as their tongues tease each other. 

Touya bucks his hips, making Keigo sharply inhale at the friction, and he starts mouthing down from Touya’s lips to place kisses along his jawline. Touya cards his hand through Keigo’s blonde hair, chewing on the inside of his cheek to give him something to focus on besides the pleasure as Keigo moves further south. They’re already both in just boxers and T-shirts, so Keigo doesn’t need to do much to free Touya’s rock-hard cock as he sinks further beneath the blankets. 

Keigo presses sloppy kisses from the bottom of Touya’s shaft to his tip before licking up the sides. 

“Aw, fuck…come on, baby, quit teasing ,” Touya moans softly, making sure only Keigo can hear him. He’s so turned on that it’s getting painful, and it's taking everything in him not to grind his hips and fuck his boyfriend’s mouth. 

Keigo’s lips wrap around the head, the warmth putting butterflies in Touya’s stomach and making his toes curl as he sucks on it, hand gently stroking the shaft. 

Touya gently bites his own hand, eyes squeezing shut and brow furrowing as his breathing labors. 

Keigo sucks more of Touya’s cock into his mouth, and Touya can barely hear the sounds beneath the blanket. 

There’s something electric about the risk of being discovered; it scratches Touya’s brain in just the right spot. 

It isn’t long before Keigo hits just the right spot, too, and then, Touya’s coming down his throat with a broken gasp. 

Keigo sucks him through it, relishing in his lover’s squirms as he swallows it all.

Touya pulls the blanket up so they can lock eyes. His pupils are blown out. 

“Fuck me, Keigo,” Touya blurts, struggling to keep his voice down. 

Keigo blinks. He didn’t expect them to fuck while they were here. 

“Touya, I-”

“Please,” He purrs, “I want it. I want you .”

“I didn’t bring-”

“I did. And I can clean the sheets so no one’s gonna find out,” Touya cuts him off again in a hushed whisper, reaching over and pulling a bottle of lube out of his nightstand drawer as he starts kicking off his underwear. “You’re acting like this is our first time,” He adds, clearly irritated. 

“Your brother’s room is literally down the hall!” Keigo mutters. 

“We just have to be quiet!” Touya insists, his voice tense, “ Please .”

Keigo sighs before giving in, “Fine.”

He shimmies out of his boxers, kicking them under the sheets as he keeps the blankets and covers draped over the both of them. He uncorks the bottle of lube, smoothing it over his leaking cock, shivering at the frigid sensation. Touya grins before turning over, unashamedly sticking his bare ass toward Keigo, whose face turns cherry red. 

“You’re so over-the-top today,” Keigo shakes his head as he puts the lube down, fisting his cock to try to get it up in the cold. 

“I’m horny. Sue me,” Touya’s voice is muffled; he’s lying face down on his pillow. 

Keigo grunts as he starts to slip inside, hands bracing Touya’s hips; Touya bites into the pillow, letting the cloth muffle his moan. Touya’s cock hangs limp between his legs, and his body shudders at the overstimulation. 

Keigo swears under his breath. Touya’s insides feel so warm, and he takes him so easily. 

The first thrust steals the air from Touya’s lungs. 

The second makes him stifle a wail into the pillow. 

The third makes his back arch and has him quietly pleading for more. 

Keigo’s breath hitches, the pleasure rushing through his body and consuming him as he rocks his hips. 

Touya lifts his head, spit practically covering his face from how hard he’s been breathing and drooling on the pillow, and he rests it on the side, letting soft moans pour from his mouth.

“More. More. More. Keigo. Please. Keigo. Keigo ,” He breathes, voice barely audible but coated in lust and greed.

It makes Keigo bite his lip before he can be a hypocrite and blow their cover. It drives him wild when Touya gets insatiable like this. He’s obsessed with how much Touya fervently wants him when they’re intimate. 

He’s not going to last long if Touya keeps moaning his name like that.

“Fuck,” Keigo pants under his breath, “ Fuck , Touya~ .”

Now, Touya’s biting his lip, hands gripping the edge of the mattress so tightly he’s white-knuckling. He puts his face back down on the pillow again, and muffled sounds of pleasure reach Keigo’s ears. 

Keigo’s eyelids flutter, and he’s getting close. Touya looks so pretty writhing beneath him. He can tell he’s trying so hard to be quiet, but it feels so damn good that he can’t help it. Keigo changes his angle, gently grinding against Touya’s prostate, making Touya flinch and whine. 

At this rate, Touya’s going to come untouched.

And, when Touya reaches up to desperately grasp at the headboard and mute his scream by shoving the corner of the pillow into his mouth, Keigo knows that’s exactly what’s happening. 

Touya’s body convulses, but Keigo’s grip on his hips stops his legs from buckling. 

Only two more strokes and Keigo sighs as he comes inside Touya.

The air is thick and hot, mostly because they’re beneath blankets.

The only sound is their heavy breaths, laden with satisfaction.  

The moment Keigo pulls out, Touya lets his body collapse, grimacing at the wet spot beneath him. 

“Gross…but worth it,” He yawns, feeling the calm wash over his body. Keigo positions himself half on top of Touya and half on the edge of the mattress. 

“You wanna go to the bathroom to clean up?” Keigo nudges him. 

“Nah. That’s morning me’s problem,” Touya sighs. 

“Morning Touya is gonna be pissed,” Keigo chuckles. 

“Like I said. That’s his problem. Fucking tired,” He yawns in response, “Love you, though.”

“Love you, too, Touya,” Keigo grins before kissing Touya’s bare shoulder. 

“G’night,” Touya mumbles as his eyes flutter shut. 

“Goodnight.”

[werewolfnightwalker]

Thinking about Hawks joining a community garden post-war. He rents a plot on a whim; he's never cared for plants before, but the garden was pretty and he liked the idea of it. He did a bit of googling and research, and bought packets of seeds for "starter" plants.

The other gardeners are helpful and encouraging, letting him borrow their tools and giving him tips.

The first time his plants finally sprout, Keigo's delighted. He checks in every day, measuring their growth and watering them. Sometimes he brings a book and just sits in the garden to read.

By the end of the first month his flowers are blooming, and his various fruits and vegetables are beginning to ripen.

At his first harvest, he's brimming with pride. He collects a basket full of ruby red strawberries, crisp green beans and peas, and beautiful tulips and daisies.

The garden is his pride and joy. He loves the process of planting each season, of harvesting, of tilling the soil and picking the dirt out from under his claws.

One week, though, it rains for days on end. By the time the weather clears and Keigo can go back to the garden, all of his plants are drowned, his planter box so full of water it might as well be a swamp.

He's distraught, tears burning his eyes as he begins picking out the soggy plants and molding vegetables. He just nods miserably to the encouraging words of his other gardeners, until he hears footsteps approaching. He barely hears someone greet "the newcomer," before a shadow looms over him.

"You want some help, birdie?" A painfully familiar voice asks, making him look up.

He looked healthy; his scars were healed, his hair fluffy, his frame filled out under comfortable clothes. He looked... beautiful, haloed by the sunshine overhead.

He crouched down next to him, and Keigo couldn't help but smile. "Sure. Nice to see you, Touya."

[put-me-on-a-hitlist]

This is what I mean when I say I don’t really “script” things but that they instead just come to me like they’ve already happened:

I was just showering and doing my thing when I got one (don’t fucking know what they are tbh I don’t really care I enjoy them and they’re typically cute). I was walking in to get Touya and Keigo for something after I was in a meeting with Skeptic (🤢) and Redestro. When I get into me and the leagues living room thing I see them both passed out together on the couch. Obviously my heart almost falls out onto the floor and I just watch them for a while before I grab my notebook and pencil and start drawing them. Eventually Himi and Tomura come in and they’re being loud as fuck so I’m angry cause I don’t want to wake them. When I’m telling Tomura to stfu he asks me if I’m jealous. I’m a little confused why he would think that but I tell him I’m not and I love seeing them together. They stay for a couple minutes until they start being too loud again so I kick them out. I’m mostly done with the drawing when Touya wakes up and sees me. He makes more room so I can join them. Luckily we were able to fit me in without waking Keigo. He’s a pretty deep sleeper when he feels safe.

Anyways, I just wanted to blab about it because it makes me so happy. Every time I get one I feel like the multiverse is just giving me a little gift <3

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

Lovers & Friends (18+ Fic)

Pairing: Keigo Takami x Touya "Dabi" Todoroki x Black!Fem!Reader (Friends to Lovers)

Synopsis: In which you are given one NYE that you will never forget when Keigo invites your friends over for a game of strip Uno and you become acutely aware of how attractive Dabi is. 

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINORS GET AWAY); Flirting; Stripping; Threesome; Verbal Consent; Mutual Oral; Double Deepthroat; Double Cunnilingus (Hawks & Dabi both eat your pussy); Big Dicks; Spitting; Hair-Pulling; Degradation & Praise; Spitroast; Unprotected PIV Sex; Creampie; Throatpie; Dabi Calls You "Baby Doll"; L-Bombs; Aftercare; Loud, Sneaky Sex

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer's Note: Someone gave me this idea in a comment. Originally, I was just gonna write a smutty holiday chapter for Hawks for NYE, but Hawks AND Dabi?? I couldn't resist. Enjoy & happy holidays! AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BIRD BABY DADDY! -Jazz

Chapters: One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen. Twenty. Bonus Chapter.

Read on AO3 here!

Songs Mentioned in this Chapter:

Umbrella - Rihanna

Can I - Kehlani

Moodswings - Pop Smoke

Touch It (Do It Well Pt. 4) - DVSN

OTW - Jhene Aiko ft. Mila J

Sit On It - Jazmine Sullivan ft. Ari Lennox

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Bonus Chapter: New Year, New Experiences.

Dabi has always been nice-looking, but seeing him now has made you realize how attractive he really is. 

When the fuck did he get this fine?

You can't help but wonder this as you nurse your second glass of Moscato of the night, then feel extremely guilty for it. You look down at your drink, wondering if the alcohol is having more of a deeper effect on you than you anticipated.

Usually, at this point, you’re giving major “fuck me” eyes to your boyfriend. Which you are…but to your childhood friend as well. 

They both stand in the kitchen you and Keigo share now, whipping up snack plates and cocktails for your NYE celebration. Keigo had suggested you celebrate at your shared crib tonight and invite Rumi and Dabi over too. You had asked what he wanted to do for New Years this year about a week ago after the chaos and festivities of Christmas faded. 

“I really don't wanna go out,” he said, your feet in his lap and his hands expertly rubbing them, massaging out the kinks. He laughed at your bewildered expression. “Shocking, I know, but after Christmas, I’m just not feelin’ like bein’ out in the streets and around too many people…or spendin’ money.”

And he did go all out for Christmas, gifting you at least $1k in gifts and presenting all of his employees and interns at his agency with gift cards (and two weeks off for Christmas and New Year's). 

“But since you asked, I just wanna stay in and invite the gang over for a private celebration…have food, drink, games…is that okay with you?” Before you could even reply, he immediately talked over you, softening the blow that he was sure he made. “We can still go out if you want. I wouldn’t wanna keep you cooped up in here if you–“ 

You stop him by pressing a finger to his plump lips. “Keigo,” you interrupt him. “That sounds like a great idea. I’ll call Rumi and Dabi right now to see if they wanna join us.”

His wide, golden eyes stared at you for a moment in shock before softening, relieved that you weren’t upset. So you hit up Rumi who was a definite yes and Dabi to see if he had enough free time to come out for the night. 

“Only if I can make my famous drinks,” he said in his raspy, chain-smoker voice. “The cinnamon fireballs. I’ll send you the recipe so you can grab the shit for it.”

You groaned over the phone, already envisioning the chaos in store for you. Dabi swears he can mix drinks like a bartending pro. “Okay, but just don’t blow up my kitchen,” you warned. 

My kitchen. You are still getting used to calling all of the things in Keigo’s penthouse yours, but sometimes, it just comes out naturally: my kitchen; my living room; my bed. Shortly after the Billboard Event, you moved into Keigo’s home, albeit secretly.

You had to pay the moving men double to move your shit out of Rumi’s place at night in order to avoid paparazzi, but in a week, you were settled. Though Rumi misses you, she also doesn’t mind the privacy, especially when she's able to bring someone home and have as much loud sex as she wants. 

Though almost a month has passed since you moved in with Keigo, you’re still adjusting to this new way of life, especially since you’re not just a roomie to Keigo. You’re his girlfriend. His partner. Every time you wake up next to him and see the sun shine against his hair and long eyelashes, you are reminded of this. It’s like the fact remerges in your brain every single morning despite nothing changing. And you hope it never does. 

“The snacks are almost done!” Keigo happily calls into the living room where you and Rumi sit. “You’re never gonna wanna leave when you get a taste of these babies.”

Rumi rolls her eyes at you, twirling a lock of her hair. “I’ll be the judge of that,” she scoffs. Her silvery, long hair is tied up in a high ponytail while she adorns a Christmas sweater and booty shorts that make her muscular, firm ass look extra delicious and envious. 

Opposite to her cozy, lived-in look, you’re wearing Keigo’s oversized cashmere sweater that looks like a dress on you and hip-hugging skinny jeans. You also slathered on some lip gloss and nail polish to look presentable tonight, at least wanting to feel pretty with company around.

“The fireballs are almost done too,” Dabi announces. “Rumi, you still like extra tequila in yours?” Rumi gives him a look which makes him laugh. “Y/N, you want one too?” he curiously asks. 

You take a look at the kitchen counter through the threshold of the kitchen, finding a huge bottle of tequila open and cinnamon dusting the countertop. “I’m good with Moscato, thanks,” you say. “I’m not tryin’ to burn my tonsils out.” Dabi shrugs a shoulder, snorting. “Suit yourself, but my stuff is good. I’d even make it lighter for you.” 

Keigo cackles as he moves behind his friend, kicking him in the ankle as he does. “Bitch, you don’t know how to make any drink light!”

Dabi rolls his eyes and turns back around to finish the drinks, his arms and back muscles flexing under his black tee that seems to stick to his upper body something sinful. You thought this when he first arrived at your front door thirty minutes ago after getting dropped off by his assigned guard for the night. “Welcome!” you cheerfully greeted him, only for your voice to die in your throat once you got a look at him. 

Looking at him now, you become highly aware of how attractive he’s gotten since he’s been in prison. His lean, scrawny body as a kid and teen have gone away, now replaced with muscle like hard grant though he still has that leanness to him that makes him appear skinny under his clothes. But anyone who saw how tight his shirt is would realize that they’ve been duped. He has obviously been working out to build such muscle and tone his body, no doubt using his time to focus on his health. 

And he looks good. Especially with his snow-white hair, which he has opted to keep instead of his black hair, that makes his crystal blue eyes pop. Every time he looks at you, you feel like he is stealing the very breath out of you…and it’s fucking weird.

Where did this attraction come from? Though you’ve always known your friend is cute, you’ve never been attracted to Dabi. Even the one time you played Spin the Bottle back in middle school and you were dared to kiss by Keigo and Rumi, nothing came from that. It was a stupid, little kid thing that happened after school behind the building, in the setting spring sun.

After, you decided you worked better as friends which he agreed with and since then, you’ve been nothing but friends. Yet there you were, staring him down as he stood at the door, waiting for you to let him in. 

He raised his pierced eyebrow at you and your speechlessness. “Well?” he asks. “You gonna let me in or what?”

Realizing you were standing at the door like a moron, you quickly let him in, your face hot. He gave you a weird look as he shimmied into the room, immediately bombarded by the Bunny Hero. “Dabi, you’re here!” Rumi squeals, wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders. “Damn, what have you been eatin’, man? You’re bigger than me now!” 

Dabi chuckled, squeezing her tight before yanking on her ears, making her shriek. You watched, still confused as to what just happened. “Dabi’s here?” Keigo called from the kitchen. “Tell him to come in here and help me get these veggies ready!”

Dabi clucked his tongue, giving you a sly side eye. “Only five seconds in and he’s already fucking up,” he chuckles. “You picked a good one, doll.” 

And you did. You know you did. Keigo is the best boyfriend and sexiest man in the world…and yet here you are, staring down his best friend. Your best friend. Even now as you sip your wine, you can’t understand it. Are you just horny?

Since the holiday season, you’ve been more stressed and extremely horny lately, leading you and Keigo to try new things in the bedroom. It’s been an interesting and exciting adventure for you both.

Handcuffs and rope; sensory and roleplaying; all kinds of kinky shit that has led to conversations about more things to try…and things that you’ll keep private for now.

Things that you are interested in that you won’t dare tell Keigo right now. With how possessive he is, he just wouldn’t go along with it and you wouldn’t make him. So you’ve kept it to yourself, instead fantasizing and wondering all of those “what ifs”. 

You’re so deep in your troubling thoughts that you barely see Keigo saunter into the room in his cute apron with a tray of appetizers: homemade fried cauliflower bites, cheesesteak egg rolls, and a gorgeous veggie plate of orange carrots, green celery, and bright red tomatoes with all kinds of dipping sauces in the middle.

“Wow, this looks amazing, babe,” you coo. “You really went all out for us tonight.” Keigo smiles proudly as he lowers the food down on the coffee table. “Oh, that’s not even the best part, baby bird,” he chuckles. 

Dabi then emerges from the kitchen carrying a tray of mugs filled with his fireballs and cinnamon sticks. He lowers the tray down and gives Keigo a smirk as the winged pro pulls out a bag of weed and a game of Uno. You and Rumi immediately abrupt into laughter, knowing exactly what is in store for tonight. “It’s almost 2024!” Keigo chuckles, popping a carrot into his mouth. "Might as well celebrate to the fullest.” 

“Strip Uno,” Rumi cackles, nudging you. “Y/N, your man is one horny motherfucker. Are you treating him right or does he have something to tell us?” You roll your eyes as you flush in Keigo's sweater. “Shut up,” you giggle. “And you know damn well that I treat Keigo very well.” You and he share a secretive smile, one that immediately propels you into memories of endless nights and days of good ass sex. 

Rumi makes a disgusted face, hopping away from you to the other end of the couch. “Ugh, don’t even remind me. I’m so tired of seeing you two suck faces when we’re out.” While Dabi snorts into his drink, Keigo pulls on one of Rumi’s ears. “Ooooh, someone’s jealous,” he sing-songs. “I always knew you wanted this sexy ass, cotton tail.” You swear, you’ve never seen Rumi look so uncomfortable in her life and it makes you nearly choke on your Moscato laughing. 

You help Keigo and Dabi move the coffee table to the middle of the floor with your snacks, drinks, and game in tow while Rumi hooks her 2000s hits playlist up to the TV. Soon, the sound of Rihanna’s “Umbrella” fills the living room space.

After everything it set up, you sit down on the floor across from Rumi while Dabi takes your left and Keigo takes your right. “Okay, so before we start, I wanna propose a toast,” Keigo happily states, raising his mug. You three groan exhaustively and he pulls the cutest pout. “C’mooon, this is one of the only times in weeks we’ve all been together since the Billboard Event!” 

Though indifferent to the idea, Rumi raises her mug while you raise your glass of Moscato. Dabi notices, his expression albeit blank. “You sure you don’t want none of this?” he asks, nodding at his drink.

Then a sly smirk quirks onto his lips. “Or is it ‘cause you can’t handle it?” he teases, ever the asshole. Usually, his teasing doesn’t bother you, but tonight, it does. Along with the way his voice dips into a deeper, raspier tone when he says it. 

You give him a look to hide your reaction, daring him to try you. “Dabi, you know I can’t handle it. You make drinks like you’re trying to poison people.” He shrugs a shoulder though he is still smirking. “Fair point, but a sip won’t hurt.”

He passes a mug to you but doesn’t hand it to you. His blue eyes flick from the drink to you, patiently waiting for you to take a sip. It’s as if he’s silently asking you, “Do you trust me?” Or maybe the Moscato is just speaking to you at this point. “Toast!” Keigo shouts, interrupting your thoughts. “To a new year of new experiences and new journeys with old friends.” 

He smiles at each you fondly, his golden eyes twinkling with utter joy. Deciding quickly, you take Dabi’s drink and hold it up with the others. “Cheers!” you all shout before downing Dabi’s drink. It’s only a sip, but it’s enough to taste the strong tequila and sweet cinnamon mixed in it. Though your throat burns as it goes down, the sweetness is addicting. Dabi looks proud as you lower the mug down. “See?” he murmurs. “Nothing you couldn’t handle.” You resist the urge to think of something else besides the drink. 

“Uno time!” Rumi bellows, taking the cards to shuffle while Dabi begins rolling a blunt to pass between you four. Keigo takes a seat next to you, his eyes already set dead on you. “Come sit close to me, baby bird,” he coos, wrapping an arm around your lower back. “You look so fuckin’ cute tonight. I can’t keep my eyes off of you, even for the game.”

You do as he requests, snuggling in close despite being in your friends’ company, loving how he smells so much like cinnamon and the brown sugar soap you got him for Christmas. You also bought him Burberry cologne which he has sprayed on his skin, making him absolutely irresistible to you. Add in the black cashmere sweater and sweats that hide one of your favorite parts of him, and you’re ready to use him as a seat. 

“Well, you’d better,” Dabi grumbles, glaring at both of you. “Nobody’s tryin’ to see you two eye fuck for the next few hours.” Keigo presses a finger to your cheek, turning your head to face him. “Ignore him. He’s just jealous that I’ve got such a gorgeous woman to cuddle up with at night and all he’s got is a pillow.”

You put a hand on his arm and squeeze, shaking your head in warning. Too far. But Dabi isn’t bothered by the jab, simply sprinkling marijuana into a piece of paper. “You’d be surprised how many visitors I get who wanna replace that pillow,” he retorts. “I get a lot of fan mail too…mostly nudes.” 

You give a big, ugly cackle at this. “Oh, I believe it,” Rumi snickers. “Plenty of people are attracted to villains, bad boys, and emotionally damaged men with tattoos and piercings.” She gives Dabi a shit-eating grin while he pegs a carrot at her, making you and Keigo crack up.

You go to pick out a cauliflower from the veggie plate, but accidentally brush your fingers against Dabi’s reaching for the same thing. “Oh, sorry!” you squeak, quickly snatching your hand back. Your friend barely bats an eyelash. “Take it,” he says carelessly. “No big deal. I’m still rollin’ up anyway.” 

You do so, slowly reaching for a cauliflower and dipping into the ranch dressing. Your movements are robotic, mechanical, as you chew and swallow, feeling Dabi’s eyes on you. You can tell he wants to ask, but he doesn���t and you find yourself drinking some more of his drink to push away your nagging thoughts.

Fortunately, Rumi interrupts the awkward moment. “Game time!” she shouts. “I’ll deal and then we can start. Everybody know and remember the rules of strip Uno?” You each nod having played this game dozens of times (mostly tipsy or high). It usually ends in either someone halfway naked. 

After downing the rest of your Moscato, you feel looser, you go first and put a red card down. The turns go right (Keigo, Rumi, Dabi) before settling on you again when the color is changed to yellow. You take a card and read it, groaning at the instructions. “Oooh, first loser down!” Rumi giggles, taking Dabi’s finished blunt from him. “Read it to us, babe.” Keigo tries to look over your shoulder, but you shoo him away.

“Take six cards or strip off your shirt,” you read. “Well, I don’t wanna take six cards, so…” You feel yourself stripping off Keigo's sweater to reveal your lacy red bra underneath. 

You feel warm under Keigo and Dabi’s gazes, one of which you can feel burning into you though you don’t look. “Oooh, sexy,” Rumi chuckles, puffing on her blunt. “Now it’s your turn, Keigo.”

She passes the blunt back to Dabi who takes a hit, smoke billowing from his lips and nostrils in clouds. His eyes are blue slits that regard yours as you glance at him from the corner of your eye. Keigo takes his turn, putting down yellow before Rumi takes hers. “Take eight cards or tell the person beside you to take off their shirt,” she reads. She gives Dabi a sheepish smile. “Sorry, Dabi, but…” 

Keigo cackles hysterically while Dabi rolls his eyes, passing his blunt to you. You don’t know why but you take a hit, already feeling the affects of the alcohol mingle with the weed. You feel lighter and more comfortable.

“You guys are fuckin’ whores,” he growls but he can't hide his smile as he stands up to strip for you and your friends. You turn away from him just as he goes to untuck his shirt, instead turning all of your attention to your boo. “Aww, I was hoping you’d pick a card,” you playfully whine, snugging into Keigo's arm. 

You not-so-innocently push your breasts against his forearm, catching his attention. “You tryna get me to strip?” he chuckles, raising a brow at you. “Maybe later and then it’ll be all for you. Just be glad we’re not alone ‘cause this pretty bra would be off by now.”

He glides a finger down the strap of your bra to one of the cups, staring intensely at the lace. “If you two are gonna do that, get a fuckin’ room,” Dabi interrupts. 

You turn back to him and wish you didn’t: he stands before you in all of his semi-nakedness, jeans sagging low, bare skin and lean, inked muscle on display. “Daaaamn, you did get cut, Dabi!” Rumi hollers. “Just look at this fuckin’ guy!” 

And you are. Your eyes roam over his toned abs and pectorals where you catch two nipple rings hanging from his pink nipples. His arms and right side are covered in tattoos along with his collarbone which holds his little brother’s (Shoto) name. You know that all of his siblings’ and mother’s name are tattooed on him; just not his father. Realizing how long you’ve been staring, you look away, instead staring down at the table. “Shit, I can beat that,” Keigo scoffs. “Just you wait.” 

After twenty minutes of playing and the first round being completed, Keigo successfully stripped off his shirt and shoes before hurrying to the bathroom because of the alcohol. Meanwhile, Dabi is washing dishes and Rumi is scrolling through her phone and smoking on the last of the blunt, waiting for Keigo to come back so you can continue. You, luckily, only stripped off your top for the first round and quickly throw it back on before taking your glasses to the kitchen.

“I’m gonna go put these in the sink,” you announce and Rumi only hums in response. When you walk into the kitchen, you are met with Dabi’s muscular back and a large, snake-like dragon snaking from his lower back and curling up the back of his right forearm. It moves and flexes whenever his arms move, making his back muscles bulge. 

Finding your voice, you greet him. “Hey, just came in to wash these.” He turns to look at you over his shoulder before nodding at the soapy, hot water in the sink. “Put ‘em over here; I’ve got it.”

You do so, lowering the glasses on the counter for him to wash. You press your back against the counter’s edge, watching him. Silence swells around you, but this one isn’t comfortable; it’s awkward and heated, filled with tension. “It’s really good to see you, y’know,” you chirp, trying to ease the tension. “I was so upset you couldn’t make it for Christmas.” 

Dabi puts a tray on the drying rack, focused yet still answering you. “Yeah, my CO was on my ass about that fight I had, but I wasn’t gonna miss this chance to smoke a good blunt and hang with you losers. Everyone seems to be so scared about my new body, includin’ you.”

His blue eyes side-eye you, making your stomach flip. “I’m not!” you squeak. “It’s just a shock seeing you look so…” Sexy. “Big,” you decide. “But whatever trainer you got in prison, give them my number.” 

He chuckles at this, the deep rumble making something swirl inside your gut. He then goes back to doing what he was doing, but only for a few seconds, until he speaks again. “What?” he finally asks. You blink at him. “What?” you dumbly parrot. He turns to you fully, a ghost of a smirk playing on his lips. “I can feel you starin’ mad hard at me, Y/N. You’re not discreet in the slightest.” Again, you feel hot in your sweater with shame. At this rate, you may as well strip and throw yourself at him with how much you’re staring at him. 

“Is that a new tattoo?” you tentatively ask, pointing at the dragon. “I don’t remember seeing that before.” Dabi hums out a yes as he dunks a mug into the soapy water. “Had it done a month ago durin’ one of my free days when I didn’t visit you or Hawks. It hurt like a bitch, but it looks decent, don’t it?”

You slowly nod, admiring the way the dark green scales on the dragon complement his skin. It reminds you so much of the dragon from the ‘Spirited Away’ movie, just darker. “It’s…beautiful,” you softly say, more to yourself than to him.

And before you can stop yourself, you’re reaching out to drag your fingers down Dabi’s spine, making his body clench. “S-Sorry!” you stutter, snatching your hand away. “I should’ve asked to–“ 

“It’s fine,” he interrupts, but still looks perplexed. He looks as if he hasn’t been touched in years and isn’t sure how to handle it. But he shocks you when he turns his back to face you, giving you full advantage of his tattoo. “Touch it,” he encourages. “Y/N, it’s just me.”

Right. This is just Touya Todoroki. Your friend since childhood. The same guy that was afraid of public pools, eats charred marshmallows, and loves his steak well done.

The friend you’ve been dying to get back since he joined LOV and have missed since he went to prison. And yet, looking at him now and feeling his warm skin under your fingertips when you touch him, you don’t see him as any of that. You see him much differently. 

You run your hand over his back, feeling his muscles flex and his warm skin. He stands there, not speaking or moving, letting you touch him. It’s so intimate. So sensual.

When you pull away, he finally turns to face you, his expression blank and eyes intense. His hand then moves to lightly touch your wrist, sending currents of electricity through you.

“Yoooo!” Keigo’s call suddenly drifts into the kitchen, making you flinch and jump away from Dabi’s touch. He pokes his head into the kitchen, grinning. “I’m back!” he announces. “We ready for another round or what?” 

Dabi smirks at his friend as if nothing happened. And nothing did…right? “Sure,” he replies. “Just let me pour us some shots first.”

Keigo hums delightedly, practically floating into the kitchen. “Lemme help you. Baby, pass me that bag of lemons and limes in the fridge, please?” You do so, your hands trembling somewhat as you open the fridge and hand the bags of fruit to your boyfriend. “Thank you, darlin’,” he coos, winking at you. “Now go and sit down! Let your men take care of you.” 

Your men. You can’t help but stay stuck on that as you quickly walk out of the kitchen, not once looking at Dabi. Rumi is still in the same position you left her in, laying on the floor on her phone. You nervously pick at a loose thread on your skinny jeans, keeping your voice low to avoid the guys hearing. “Rumi?” you softly question.

She looks up from her phone, blinking. “Hm?” she questionably hums. You sit down next to her, folding your knees under you. “Does Dabi seem…different…to you tonight?” you carefully ask, your words slow and deliberate, like you’re carefully picking each word like they are fruit. 

Rumi stares at you, confused. “Uh…other than his new set of muscles and the tattoo, no.” She squints at you suspiciously, making you hot like a spotlight is on you now. “Why? Do you think they’re something different about him?”

You gnaw on your bottom lip, unsure of how to answer. But this is Rumi! Your girl and confidant. She’d never judge you for anything. “He just seems more…attractive, I guess,” you shyly murmur.

She barely bats an eye. In fact, she smiles. “I figured there was a reason you were staring at him so hard tonight,” she chuckles, earning you a shocked look. “What, you thought I didn’t notice?” At the sight of your panic, she rubs your back. “Relax, girly. Keigo didn’t notice anything. That bird is in his fucking world tonight.” 

Oh, yes, Keigo. Your boyfriend. Your very happy, amazing, wonderful boyfriend who is oh-so overjoyed that you’re all together here tonight. “God, I’m so stupid!” you groan, putting your head in your hands. “What am I doing? Here I am with one of the sexiest men in Japan and an amazing boyfriend, and yet, I’m eye-fucking our childhood friend!” 

“Well, to be fair, you did say you wanted to try to do other things with Keigo in the bedroom,” Rumi says as she puffs on her blunt. “You remember tellin’ me about that threesome kink of yours? If you don’t, I’d understand. You were downing those cocktails like they were water.”

You groan embarrassingly because yes, you do remember that night: it was a month ago before Thanksgiving when the moon was full, the night was young, and you were full of drinks during girls’ night. There, you spilled to Rumi, Nemuri, and Yu about your secret threesome kink and wanting so badly to ask Keigo to participate in one. 

You can't help the way you get so wet at the thought of having two men please you or being one of the people to please them. You’ve had this fantasy for a while, dreaming of Keigo and another sexy, mystery man occupying your bed, hands and mouths all over you, two cocks inside you. But you’ve never brought it to Keigo’s attention.

“Unfortunately, yes,” you sigh, “but that doesn’t mean I should be eyeing my own best friend!” You feel like crying, mostly because of the alcohol. “I feel like a slut,” you whimper. “And not in a good way.” 

Noticing your internal fight, Rumi quickly steps in to ease your shitty feelings. “Personally, I don’t see what the big deal is. You just stared at the guy! You didn’t try to suck his dick or anything.”

You flinch at her words, not wanting to picture that. “But if it’s really got your panties in a twist, just pull Keigo to the side and talk about it. Knowing his freak ass, he’ll probably be okay with it. He’d probably even suggest a threesome himself.” She gives you a sly smirk. “No way,” you scoff in disbelief. 

“Mark my words,” she giggles. “Personally, I approve of this sluttiness in you, girl. I think you should fuck both of them to really end this year with a bang.”

You could've strangled her right then. “You’re not helping!” you growl, swatting her hand away as she cackles. “Not helping with what?” Keigo asks, making you squeak in surprise. You turn, seeing him and Dabi standing behind you carrying a tray of tequila shots. “U-Uh, with my cards!” you quickly reply. “She won’t show me how to shuffle ‘em.” 

You turn to Rumi with a glare, making her crack up even more. 

After almost two hours of playing, stripping, drinking, smoking, and shooting the shit, things start to finally wind down an hour before midnight. Rumi is fast asleep on the couch, snuggled into her pillow and softly snoring, while Dabi has ventured outside to have a smoke.

He sits in the cold December air in only his jeans and socks. You don’t ask him if he’s cold, knowing he’ll refuse his shirt or a blanket. You take it upon yourself to clean up before tomorrow morning, washing dishes and wiping down the counters. You plan on making a big New Year’s Day breakfast for your friends––blueberry pancakes, eggs, and plenty of mimosas. 

You’re just about to rinse the soap off of your hands in the sink when you suddenly feel two arms slink around your waist and a very hard chest press into your back. Keigo's scent of cinnamon and Burberry cologne enchants your nostrils.

“There you are, baby bird,” he murmurs. “Where’d you run off to?” You smile, pressing back into him. “Just to clean up so we don’t have to worry about it in the morning.” You turn around in his arms, noticing his hooded gaze and lopsided smirk. “Somebody’s drunk,” you giggle. 

He hums in agreement and presses his hips into you where you feel a very noticeable hard-on. “And very, very hard for you,” he softly growls in your ear. “I know you can feel me pressin’ up against you right now.”

And you can; it’s impossible not to. Immediately, your body temperature rises and you feel a tingle between your legs. His hands move under his sweater draped over your body and glide up and down your sides, his fingertips gliding against your skin. He whistles as he does so, somehow making that tingling sensation even more intense.

“You have the sexiest body, baby, I swear,” he sighs. “I’m so fuckin’ lucky. You make me so horny every time I see you, but without the clothes? That’s even better!” 

His compliment makes you bashfully giggle, always loving to receive such love and admiration from your man. “Thank you, baby,” you shyly reply. ���The feeling is mutual.”

You stroke your hands up his naked chest as he kisses you, playfully and passionately. He begins to walk forward, pushing you against the counter and trapping you between it and him.

You’re now at his total mercy, his mouth and hands all over you, the taste of wine and cinnamon on his tongue as he swirls it with yours. Soft moans mingle in the air between you, only heard by your and his ears alone…though soon, if you keep this up, someone may become privy to what’s happening in the kitchen just a few steps from them in the living room. 

Reading your mind, Keigo pulls away and runs a thumb over your bottom lip. “Let’s go upstairs,” he says, a suggestive smirk playing on his lips. “I don’t wanna waste this moment. Don’t worry; Rumi is dead on our couch and Dabi is on the balcony. They won’t hear a thing.”

You believe the part about Rumi after being her roommate for so long, but Dabi? What if he does hear you?

You wouldn’t want to make him uncomfortable enough to leave. But with the way Keigo is giving you such a heated stare, you can’t resist. So you go with him, listening to your pussy instead of your head. You let him steal you away and lead you upstairs to your shared bedroom by your hand, softly giggling to each other as you walk past Rumi sound asleep. 

As soon as you’re inside the room, alone at last, Keigo shuts the door behind him and uses his wings to wrap around you. He drags you into his body and arms, crushing his lips to yours in another passionate kiss. Your arms wrap around his neck and his wrap around your waist, both of you locked together in an embrace as you kiss, and kiss, and kiss. The more you do, the wetter you get until your body is begging for more. Keigo’s lips leave yours to busy on your neck.

“I can’t get over how sexy you are,” he murmurs. “I would’ve rathered you strip for me instead of our friends.” He pauses for a moment, pulling away to stare at you, befuddled. Then a secretive smile pulls at his lips. 

“Actually, you can do that for me now,” he chuckles and pulls himself away from you. You resist the urge to follow him, instead staring at him across the room, burning up for him.

“Y’see, baby, I feel like since the holidays, we’ve barely had much time to be together, just you and I,” he lustfully explains. “But now, here we are alone, and I wanna take advantage of it. So I’m gonna sit here”–he pauses to sit on the bench at the foot of your king-sized bed, smirking–“and you’re gonna strip for me.” He takes his phone and plays a song for you––“Can I” by Kehlani––and leans back, legs spread. 

He doesn’t explain anything more to you. Neither one of you talk. The only sounds are of the TV softly playing from downstairs and the music playing on his phone.

You feel nervous, the alcohol’s magic beginning to wear off. But something in the way Keigo stares you down has you moving, giving him exactly what he wants. You let the music take control of your body, letting your hips sway and your fingers play with the edges of Keigo's sweater. You slowly, tantalizingly, slip it up your body to reveal your bra and discard it.

Then off comes your jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping your fly before sloooowly dragging it down your legs to reveal your naked thighs and lace panties. 

You can practically hear Keigo salivating at the sight of you as you twirl for him, bending over and moving your ass in his face. You flip your hair and look over your shoulder, becoming the woman he is seeking tonight: a vixen. A slut.

Because that’s all you want to be tonight for him too. Turning around, you walk over to him, relishing his gaze upon you, and grasp his shoulders before hooking one leg over his lap. You take a seat and begin to grind yourself into his lap, causing your knee to brush against his crotch. He groans softly as your knee caresses his hardened cock, his hands gripping your hips. “Fuck, baby,” he groans. “That feels so good.” 

You feel the same, biting your lip at the pleasurable sensations of his thigh rubbing against your pantyliner. “I think it’d feel even better with these off,” you giggle, tugging at his shirt. You stare down at him through your lashes, a sexy smile pulling at your lips. “Don’t you wanna join me?” You’ve never seen Keigo move so fast before, even while fighting villains. Instantly, his shirt is off and you help him out of his pants until is just in his briefs. He then hooks his hands under your ass and hikes you up, your arms and legs wrapping around him instinctively. 

Then you’re soaring through the air and bouncing onto the mattress, the air leaving your lungs. “Get your pretty ass up there,” he grunts, grinning at the sound of your laughter.

He swoops down onto you, pressing a kiss to your lips as his chain necklaces press against your bosom, cold metal against heated skin. He pulls away to press kisses down your legs and thighs, prying them open to get a good look at what lies in between. He hums appreciatively at your scent and the sight of red against your brown skin and juicy thighs.

“Mmm, someone’s excited,” he chuckles. He glides one finger over your panty line, soaked through. You moan at the slight contact, your toes curling. “Whatchu want me to do?” he teasingly asks, smirking down at you. 

He begins to rub a thumb over your clit, causing your panties to become wetter and more uncomfortable.

“Kei,” you whimper. “Please.” Keigo’s eyes grow darker, his wings fluffier. “That’s not what I asked,” he teasingly yet firmly states. “C’mon, mama, give me your words. Tell me what you want Daddy to do.” He then ducks down to press an open-mouthed kiss to your clit, nearly making you jump straight out of your skin.

“Taste me,” you whisper. “Put this pussy in your mouth. Please, Keigo, I’m begging y–!” Before you can finish, your boyfriend is already pulling down your panties, pressing his tongue against your clit and sucking gently on the little bundle of nerves. 

Keigo is a certified master at eating pussy. He puts his whole mouth on it, in it, swirling his tongue and flicking it just right against your clit. He holds you open, spreading your thighs apart as he laps at your cunt and even your asshole (because he’s also an ass man).

He eats up all of your holes, eagerly licking, sucking, and lapping at them until you’re moaning, whimpering, gasping for air. You see stars behind your eyelids and your body twists against the comforter neatly spread across the bed. Your hands grasp his golden strands of hair as you feel your first orgasm quickly dawning, rising to reach its peak.

You can’t keep quiet––your sounds of utter pleasure release out of you, bouncing off of the walls. “F-Fuck, Keigo!” you sob, not even realizing how loud you are. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, that’s so good! I’m gonna cum, baby! I’m gonna cum! I’m…I’m–“ 

Knock, knock.

A gasp erupts from you as your heartbeat accelerates at the sound of the bedroom door. “Yeah?” Keigo asks, not even sounding scared or impatient. The door opens and there appears Dabi. He doesn’t even blink at the fact that you’re semi-naked. “If you two were tryin’ to be secretive, you’re not doin’ a good job at all,” he blandly says. “Y'all are loud as fuck. I could hear you all the way downstairs.” 

You try to squirm away, but Keigo holds you still, his hands still pinning your thighs open. “Oh, forreal?” he laughs as if this whole thing is funny. “Sorry, man. It’s just been a while for us.”

He gazes down at you before looking back at Dabi, smirking. “Well, since you’re here, you wanna join in or just watch?”

You stare at your boyfriend like he just lost his last few brain cells. “Keigo, what the fuck are you talking about?” you hiss. “Are you crazy?! Why would you even ask him that?!” 

“I actually wouldn’t mind either,” Dabi announces, shocking and confusing you even further. His head cocks to the side, looking at your spread-open pussy from another angle.

“Seein’ her spread out like this is a definite treat…though I’d be lyin’ if I said I didn’t want a taste either.” His eyes, blue and intense, tick up to meet yours, nearly stopping your heart. “And you’d like that too, wouldn’t you, doll?” 

You’re in such shock that if it wasn’t for the eye contact, you wouldn’t realize he is talking to you. This is just too weird. You feel like you’re dreaming like none of this is real. The two begin to chuckle lightly at your reaction as if this is some inside joke to them…is it?

“Baby, it’s okay,” Keigo chuckles, gently stroking your stomach. “Relax. Dabi is here for a reason.” You stare at your boyfriend, eyes wide and absolutely speechless. 

“I’ve been noticing tonight how much you’ve been eyeing him, and that’s okay,” Keigo further explains. “He happens to have been doing the same thing, haven’t you, D?” 

Your eyes widen even more as Dabi steps into the room, shutting the door behind him, wearing an expression close to lust. “He knows all about us wanting to spice things up more in the bedroom, even suggesting ways to excite you.” A smirk grows on Keigo’s face, one that makes you scared. “I also let him in on your little secret.”

He and Dabi share a look and you instantly know what he means. ‘Oh, no,’ you think, horrified. ‘He knows. How could he know?’ 

Keigo is happy to explain it to you. “You happened to have left your browser open on your phone one morning when you took a shower.” A twinkle appears in his golden irises. “Imagine my shock when I saw a video of a girl clearly getting fucked silly by two dudes.”

Heat immediately envelopes you and you hide your face in your hands. “Baby, don’t be embarrassed!” he laughs. “I think it’s hot, but I can see why you didn't tell me. I can be very possessive, can’t I?” 

You simply look up at him, not responding, but you don’t have to. You both know he is. He’ll glare down any man who even looks your way when you’re out and about on the street.

Which is why it’s so shocking to you that he would agree to share you with a whole other man. “Well, I took some time to think it over and I realized that the idea of watchin’ you suckin’ another man’s cock made me cum a lot harder than I ever have before one night.”

He smirks at you, loving the way you sharply inhale at the thought. “So I ran it by Dabi and chose him as he is the only person I trust enough to touch you and take care of my girl the way I can.” He sits back on his hands, staring down at you with utter care and affection. “But the ball is in your court, baby bird. You don’t have to say yes if this is too weird or too uncomfortable for you. Even if you say yes, you can always say no.” 

Then it’s Dabi’s turn to be caring and affectionate. “I won’t touch you until you ask me, doll,” he firmly says. “Like the bird brain said, this is your decision to make. And before you ask, I don't think this will fuck up our friendship in the slightest. I’ve always had a thing for you, especially after that kiss we had with that stupid bottle game.” You blink at him, suddenly dizzy.

“But you’re too pure to deal with my crazy ass,” he chuckles. “So I figured Hawks would be a better fit for you, and he is.” His blue eyes sparkle with something––love? Lust?––that nearly steals your breath away.

“But I can still fuck you and show you how much I value you.” His hand moves to gently settle on your thigh, never moving farther than that. “Is that okay?” he asks in a voice so unlike his own. It is very soft and careful as if you are a spooked animal he is trying to calm. 

Is that okay? They could simply take you right here, right now, but they don’t.

Neither one of them even touches you, letting you give them the green light. You can hardly contain yourself, feeling so aroused and oh-so loved that you could burst. So you sit up and toss your arms around Dabi, immediately pressing your lips to his in a passionate kiss. A surprised moan leaves his lips, shocked at your boldness, before he melts into the kiss and lets his hands settle on your waist.

When you pull away, both of you are panting heavily and overcome with need. “Fuck me,” you whisper. You turn to Keigo, seeing that he is just as needy as you are. “Both of you. Right now.” 

Your boys don’t need to be told twice. Dabi immediately goes back to kissing you stupid while Keigo presses kisses and forms love bites on your neck, stealing silent gasps and whimpers away from your mouth and into Dabi’s as he does. Dabi’s and your tongues swirl together, cold against hot, especially when you feel the nub of something cold and steely attached to his tongue.

You pull away, perplexed, and he gives a sexy, throaty chuckle before spitting his tongue out at you. There, you see a black studded piercing embedded into the pink muscle. You nearly cum right there. “Please,” you whimper as Dabi begins to kiss down your neck and breasts. “Fuck me.” You roll your hips into Dabi’s, earning a throaty groan in response. 

“So eager, right?” Keigo chuckles, grinning at Dabi. “Not yet, love dove. First, Dabi needs to have a chance to play with you. Get that bra off of her, D.”

He flicks his chin at his friend, impatient. Dabi doesn’t need any other pushing. He unhooks your bra from the front, letting the cups fall free to reveal your gorgeous breasts and hardened nipples. The two men groan at the sight of them––the prettiest, ripest fruit they’ve ever had the pleasure of seeing and tasting. Each attaches their lips to your nipples, hungrily lapping and licking at the hardened peaks of your nipples. 

Keigo watches your face, transfixed by the way your pretty features contort in pleasure at the feeling of two mouths on your sensitive nipples. “So fuckin’ pretty,” he murmurs.

His compliment makes you wetter than before and soon, you can’t control yourself. Your hands grasp their scalps, running through their hair, and your toes curl as the pleasure travels downward to your pussy. “Kei,” you whimper. “T-Touya.”

The white-haired stud softly growls at his birth name being uttered from your lips, leading him to grip your ass as he continues to suck at your nipple. 

Impatient, you go to grasp their cocks in their pants, but Keigo moves your hands away. “Uh-uh, mama,” he chuckles, giving you a lopsided smirk. “We’ve first gotta play with this gorgeous pussy. You okay with sharing her kitty, D?” 

Dabi looks like he was waiting for Keigo to mention something about your cunt. He pulls away from your nipple, a string of saliva connecting to his bottom lip. “Long as I get to make her cum, I’m down.”

His eyes cut away from staring deep into yours to glare at Keigo. “Just don't get in my fuckin’ way and we won’t have a problem.” Keigo only laughs and pats the space on the mattress beside you. “On your knees, baby. Face down, ass up.”

Helpless to resist their hungered stares, you do as your man orders and position yourself on your knees with your ass hiked up in the air, right in your friend’s face. You barely have time to feel embarrassed before a hand connects to your asscheek.

Smack!

You whine at the sharp sting. “Sorry,” Keigo sniggers. “My hand slipped.” 

Dabi groans at your reaction, visibly turned on by you. You. “I knew she liked it rough,” he comments, his voice strained. “Mind if I try?” Keigo must obviously give him the go because you feel his hand, rougher from his burn scars, slap your ass too.

Smack!

You gasp, taken aback by the bite of pain…and the pleasure that comes with it. 

“Shiiit, that was nothing,” Keigo tuts. “Put some force in it, Dabs.”

Smack!

Keigo does it this time, putting more force into his hit just to spite Dabi. You clench your teeth at the sting, feeling like your ass is on fire. “Like that?” Dabi blandly asks, scoffing. “You barely made it jiggle.”

Smack! Smack! Smack!

The two smack your ass like they’re landlords and your ass is a tenant who owes them rent money. They relish the sweet gasps and whines that leave your mouth with each assault on your asscheeks, damn near leaving handprints in their wake. They love how much you love this, the little masochist you are. 

Finally, when you’re a panting mess on the bed, Keigo stops the punishment. “That’s enough for now. Her poor pussy can't take much more.” His finger lightly brushes against your oozing, gushing pussy, always betraying you as a slut.

“Let’s see whose tongue makes you cum the hardest,” Dabi softly growls. “But I’ll warn you, baby doll: this tongue piercing always seems to make pussies cum before they’re ready.” He chuckle is a promise to you that has your heart pounding and clit jumping in excitement. 

And boy, is it a promise. Once your panties are off, his tongue touches your clit and slides inside your pussy. And it’s over for you. His tongue piercing is a perfect mix of cold that adds to the intensity of his hot tongue and mouth sucking and lapping at your pussy. He does it like he’s been doing this all his life, similar to Keigo but quicker, less gentle.

At this point, a new song has begun to play from Keigo’s phone––“Moodswings” by Pop Smoke––and Dabi’s broad tongue strokes match the tempo, making you see stars. “God, Dabi!” you moan, gripping the comforter below you. “That feels so good!” 

Though it’s hot to Keigo too, he isn't too keen on his friend hogging his pussy. “Bitch,” he growls, “I’m here too. At least lemme suck on this pretty asshole. And yes, she likes that too.” Dabi pauses, staring at you then at the winged hero in shock. “Fuck, Kei, you’ve got a real freak on your hands,” he exhales in disbelief, earning a laugh from both of them at your expense. 

Then Keigo’s hands are spreading your asscheeks apart and his tongue is lapping at your puckered asshole. You’re whining and sobbing into the mattress, fingers clenching the comforter so tight that your knuckles turn pale. Then they switch, Dabi eating your ass while Keigo gulps down your pussy, giving you softer yet eager tongue flicks against your clit.

“You like this, baby?” he asks, his words muffled by his tongue in your little hole. “You like gettin’ both of your holes fucked? Mmm, I know you do. That body is tellin’ us everything we need to know.” And it is: you can’t stop tossing your ass back and grinding your hips into their mouths, desperate for more. When your orgasm begins to rise, it is intense and builds in your core, threatening to spill over.

“Oh, sh-sh-shit!” you squeal, pushing your ass and pussy into their faces. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum! You’re both gonna make me cum!” 

“Do it then,” Dabi demands, now licking on your pussy. “Cum down my fuckin’ throat.” Keigo whines in protest, pulling away from your ass to busy himself stroking your clit with two fingers. “No, baby,” he mumbles. “Cum for me. Cum for your man…please?”

Both of them watch you as you cum all over yourself and them, filling their mouths with your taste. Your orgasm is intense; earth-shattering. It makes your body shake and quiver and stars explode behind your eyelids. A loud whine that you barely recognize as your voice escapes you as you let go of every bit of sanity and control you have left. 

When you’re finally done, the duo laps greedily at your juices, earning soft sighs and whimpers of protest in response to them overstimulating you. “Fuckin’ move, Dabi,” Keigo growls, growing impatient. “You’re hoggin’ all of her up! Don’t forget, you burnt bitch: that’s my pussy you’re eating.” You look back at them now, breathing heavily. Dabi pulls away from your cunt to chuckle at his friend, his lips shining with your juices. “Tell that to her. She seems like she likes this piercing an awful lot.” He spits his tongue out at Keigo, teasingly wiggling it at him. 

And then you get an awfully devious, nasty idea in your head at the sight of that sinful piercing: “Is this pierced too?” you innocently ask. The song switches now––“Touch It” by DVSN––and it immediately changes the atmosphere in the room to something way nastier and intimate than before.

Dabi and Keigo stare at you in silent awe, both clearly aroused by your change in demeanor. Dabi smirks, taking your hand and placing it on his crotch. “You tryna find out, baby doll?” he gravely asks, tracing a finger over your cheek. You shiver in delight at his touch. 

“Is your man okay with that?” he asks, questionably looking at Keigo. You look too, asking with your eyes. “Only if you’re okay with sharing,” he chuckles, “but something tells me you’re just as eager to see her take two dicks as I am.”

Seeing the look in his eyes and how ruffled his wings have gotten, you can tell he is worked up, so you hurry to coax him closer to you. Soon, they are both sitting on their knees above you while you sit low on your knees on the mattress, your feet curled underneath your butt. “You two are wearin’ way too much,” you sternly say. “I want both of you naked. Now.” 

They smirk at your bold request but hurry to fill it, fingers working at their flies and peeling off their tops. You help them each, damn near gasping at how much sexiness is in front of you once they’re down to their boxers.

Though they are both lean with hard muscle, toned arms, and bite-worthy thighs, they have their differences too: Keigo has smooth, tanned skin that is accentuated by the gold chain hanging from his neck and a few tattoos here and there inked across his skin.

Meanwhile, Dabi has pale skin that is inked with tatts and scarred and bumpy with burns and staples. He has nipple piercings that wink at you and a happy trail of white hairs that lead down to his toned V-line. “Not the prettiest sight, I know,” he lightly laughs, but you can tell he’s ashamed of the way he looks away from you. 

You make it your mission to make him feel otherwise. Standing higher up on your knees, you press your lips to his and stroke your hands over his stomach. “You’re so sexy,” you purr.

You turn to Keigo, pressing a hand to his chest to feel his heart beat against your fingertips. “Both of you are,” you sigh dreamily. “I’m such a lucky bitch.” They silently laugh, their eyes aglow with lust as you begin to work their boxers down with both hands. 

Then you’re faced with two big dicks in your face. Your eyes widen at the sight of Dabi, noticing how he curves upward and is slightly longer than Keigo. The cock head is an angry red, while Keigo’s is pinker, pre-cum dripping from the tip for you.

You have no idea how you’re going to handle both of them at the same time, but you surprise even yourself when you spit into your hands and begin to stroke them both, getting a feel of both of them in your hands.

Their soft moans coax you to continue, your body relishing the way they sound. “Such a big girl takin’ two big dicks at the same time,” Keigo hums, watching you stroke him and his best friend. 

Dabi watches too, his bottom lip caught between his teeth at the way you gently run your thumb across his head. “Careful now, baby bird,” Keigo chuckles. “He’s sensitive there.” The white-haired man glares at his friend though not as hostile because of how good your soft, little hand feels stroking his dick. “Fuck you,” he growls. 

“Just lookin’ out for you, bro,” Keigo chuckles. He takes a lockful of your hair and pulls your face back, making you look at him. As you softly gasp at the sensation of your hair being tugged back, Keigo’s cock twitches in your hand. “Now show our friend how good you are at suckin’ dick,” he demands with a smile.

You don’t hesitate to do so, quickly opening your mouth and swallowing Dabi’s dick. You suck, gargle, and gag on it. You lick from base to tip, stroke his balls with one hand while stroking his dick with your throat. Dabi is gobsmacked by how good you are, his hand gripping your hair and his pretty eyes rolling to the back of his head. He can’t get enough of how tight and wet your throat is, mumbling about it through heavy pants. 

“Go on, bro,” Keigo encourages him. “Fuck her up. Her throat is there for a reason.”

And so he does, thrusting into your tempting throat while you force yourself to take him, no matter how much your jaw aches and tears sting your eyes. You love seeing him feel good. You feel the same for Keigo when you switch to him next, taking him deep as he fucks your throat with slow, deliberate strokes that would no doubt draw long moans out of you if he were inside of you. 

You repeat this, alternating between stroking one and sucking the other, coating their cocks in your spit that collects in your mouth and drips down your chin. You stare into their eyes, adoring how they stare upon you so intensely, so lustfully. They each give you words of dirty praise though different.

Keigo is sweet, stroking your hair back as you take his cock. “Good girl,” he praises. “Such a good girl for me.” 

Meanwhile, Dabi’s praise is full of degradation as his hand yanks on your hair and his balls hit your chin. 

“Good fuckin’ slut,” he groans. “How are you so good at this shit?” He pulls out of your mouth suddenly, letting you breathe. “Open your mouth,” he demands. You do so, sticking your tongue out. He tilts your chin up before spitting a wallop of saliva into your mouth, much to your pussy’s delight. “Now spit it back on that dick,” he orders which you do, spitting it back onto his cock before slurping it up and letting it lube him up so it’s easier to take him into your throat again. 

Keigo yanks you back to him and sticks his cock back in your mouth, laughing at your surprised mewl. By this time, the song has changed and “OTW” by Jhene Aiko and Mila J is filling the bedroom. Keigo thrusts into your mouth according to the tempo, grinning at how you struggle with his long strokes. “Don’t stop now, cutie,” he chuckles. “You asked for this and now you’re gettin’ it. Don’t disappoint us.” The two evilly laugh at your expense, loving how hard you’re finding it to take a breath. 

And you are. The more dick you take, the more you’re finding it difficult to breathe or recover. Your mouth is coated in spit and your throat feels raw from it constantly being fucked…but it also feels damn good. You love that you’re the one making them feel good.

No one else.

This only becomes more real for you when Keigo feels himself getting close and slides out of your mouth. “Fuck, I’m ‘bout to cum!” he grunts, but slows his hand down so he doesn’t pump cum in your face. “No, not yet. I need to be inside you for that.” 

Excitement zings through you. Finally! What you’ve been waiting for! “I’m cool with just fuckin’ her throat till I bust,” Dabi pants, lazily stroking his cock. “That is your girl, after all. And this feels way too good to give up.”

He is not just referring to your heavenly mouth and throat, but to your soft hands that leave the mattress every so often to stroke up and down his chest and stomach. He takes one of them and presses it to his lips, a change to his rough demeanor while he was fucking your face. 

 “Thanks, bro,” Keigo says with a grin “I’m dying to see how she’ll take all that cum down your throat.”

Dabi smirks, looking down at you looking absolutely wrecked (so far). “You think you’ve had two big dicks, baby doll?” he asks, grinning evilly at you. “You haven’t seen shit yet.”

You’re almost afraid to find out, but you know you’re too late to turn back now when Keigo positions you. He hikes your ass up and gives your ass a smack before his cock is sheathing inside of you without warning. 

You gasp, your mouth open wide at the searing pleasure you feel. Dabi takes advantage of this, sliding his cock back inside of your mouth and freely fucking your throat while Keigo begins to follow suit, following the same tempo his friend does: rough and hard.

Keigo grips your tits as they swing and your ass as it jiggles against him with every thrust. “How’s this, hm?” he teasingly asks. “How’s this for takin’ two cocks, huh?”

You mumble nonsense against Dabi’s cock, earning a panty laugh from your mutual friend. “Can’t even speak ‘cause both of your holes are filled to the brim,” he laughs. “I’d feel bad if your throat didn’t feel so fuckin’ good, shit…” 

He fucks your mouth a little faster, making his heavy balls slap against your chin and the bed creak with the force of two men fucking you at the same time. Your jaw begins to intensely ache with how much Dabi is filling your throat and you try to ease back to allow yourself some comfort, but Keigo takes that as you losing focus.

“C’mon, mama, don’t leave me out,” he pouts, giving your ass another sharp smack. “Throw that ass back for me. Fuck me back. Show me how much you love this.” And, like a little doll being controlled, you do so, tossing your ass back into him to shove his cock deeper inside of you. “There we go,” he moans. “That’s perfect. You’re perfect…our perfect girl.” 

You swear you nearly squirt when he says this. Being between them, getting your brains fucked out by them, you feel as if you are their perfect girl only. You are there to please them, and they you. You want this moment to last forever, but as their thrusts in unison begin to quicken and their moans intensify, you can tell that your end is about to be reached.

Keigo presses a kiss to your back, buried to the hilt inside your pussy. “We love you so much, y’know that?” he pants. “We fuckin’ adore you, Y/N.” 

“So much!” Dabi grunts, pulling out to tap his dick against your lips and chin. “You’re the best little slut for us.”

You whimper at their words, your pussy quivering and clenching around the big cock inside of you. “Think we can make her cum at midnight sharp, D?” Keigo chuckles, realizing that you’re close. “I wanna ring in the new year the right way.”

Dabi only mischievously grins, wordlessly agreeing to the naughty act of celebration. 

The song switches to something smooth and relaxing yet adds to the intensity of your end––“Sit On It” by Jazmine Sullivan and Ari Lennox––and it doesn't take long for the duo to begin to feel their orgasms coming.

“God fuckin’ dammit, I’m ‘bout to cum,” Dabi groans, feral and losing control. “Take me deep, baby doll. Deep down that slutty throat.” 

Keigo tugs on your hair as he grips your hip with the other hand, railing you into the mattress. “M’close too,” he warns. “I can tell you’re gonna cum too, baby bird. Are we gonna make that little pussy cum?”

His hand loops between your thighs to rub at your clit, each circle he makes with his fingers pushing you closer to the edge of no return. Dabi’s dick slips out of your mouth, letting you take a breath and utter your arrival.

“K-Kei!” you sob. “T-Touya, please! I’m gonna cum!” 

As the music plays, something breaks through to mingle with it: all around you––on the TV downstairs, outside your balcony, through the walls next door––people begin to countdown from ten till midnight. Till the new year. You were getting fucked so good that you nearly forgot it’s NYE. 

Ten. 

Nine.

“There’s the countdown,” Keigo moans, quickening his pace and nailing your G-spot again and again. “C’mon and cum with us, baby. We’ve got you. It’s okay.” 

Eight… 

Seven.

Six. 

Grunts, groans, and the sound of skin slapping against skin fill the bedroom as you get closer to your climax. “Cum, baby!” Keigo demands, gripping onto you tight as he pummels into your pussy. “Cum while I fill you up.” 

Five. 

Four. 

Three. 

“Cum all over that dick, baby doll,” Dabi growls into your ear as he shoves his cock deeper down your throat, prepared to fill it up. “Do it. Make us proud, Y/N.” 

Two. 

One. 

Zero.

Happy New Year!

Cheers, applause, and the sound of makeshift fireworks and poppers fill the tense air, making you feel as if all of this is happening because you’re cumming for your boys as much as they want you to. Because you're doing as they told you to.

As soon as the countdown reaches one, you gush around Keigo’s cock just as he fills you up, digging his fingers into the flesh of your ass as he does.

Dabi joins you both, cumming down your throat, his deep, guttural grunts mixing with Keigo’s louder, high-pitched moans. You scream around Dabi’s cock as your orgasm takes your body and propels it through the skies.

You’re soaring, flying above the clouds. You feel like you could touch the stars with how good you feel. 

But just as quickly as it comes, it fades, deliciously so. You ride the wave for a couple of minutes with Keigo and Dabi whose thrusts slow and grow sloppier the more they try to chase that high.

“Fuck me,” Keigo sighs as he gently pulls out of your tight hole, groaning at how his cum drips out of you and down your thighs. You reach back to stroke the buttery-soft feathers of his wings, helping him ride out that wave of bliss, pleased with the soft whimpers he gives you.

Dabi slides out of your mouth, leaving cum and spit staining your lips and chin. He wipes it away with his thumbs, letting you suck on them when they linger close to your mouth. Keigo moves to pause his music, the air now filled with your soft panting and the muffled sounds from the TV and your neighbors. 

When your orgasm finally fades, you settle onto your elbows, finally able to rest. You feel achy and sore yet immensely satisfied. You can hardly believe it. You just had your first threesome with your boyfriend and childhood friend. “Wow,” you sigh. It’s all you can say.

Keigo grins down at you, sitting back on his hands, glinting in sweat and his semi-hard cock splayed out in front of you. “Right?” he chuckles. “That’s the only word to describe it. You alright, Dabi?” 

You look over to the ex-villain who is lying on his back next to you, looking content. “Never better,” he softly sighs. “I haven’t came that hard in ages.”

Keigo sniggers, winking at him. “Told you she’s good,” he chuckles and the fact that he’s talked about your skills makes you flush.

“Never did I think I’d fuck my boyfriend and my friend at the same time,” you giggle, mostly at the absurdness of it. Talk about ending the night with a bang. 

“And now you’re about to cuddle with ‘em,” Keigo adds. Dabi side eyes him to which Keigo returns it. “What? Do emotionally damaged, bad boys not like cuddles?” He snuggles in next to you on your right, helping you turn around so you’re facing his chest and handsome face.

You look back at Dabi, hoping your backside and puppy dog eyes will reel him in. “Please, Dabi?” you innocently beg, staring up at him through your lashes. 

Fortunately, your ass and eyes win him over. “Such a baby,” he sighs with an eye roll, but snuggles up behind you anyway, his hand laying lazily on your thigh. “You need to stop spoilin’ her so damn much, bird brain,” he criticizes Keigo who laughs, having no intention of stopping.

For a while, the three of you lay in complete silence, no words needed. Dabi strokes up and down your side, starting from your hip to your calve and back up again. Keigo presses kisses to your cheek and forehead, his fingers drawing shapes on your back. You press a hand to his beating heart and play with his necklace, breathing in both his and Dabi’s mingling scents.

“This was so, so nice,” you hum, content and satisfied. “Thank you both so much for this. I love you both so much.”

Keigo presses another chaste kiss to your cheek, his touch as soft as a butterfly’s wings. “And we love you too,” he murmurs into your hair. Dabi doesn’t say it, but he doesn’t have to. The kiss he leaves on your shoulder blade is all the confirmation you need that the feeling is mutual. 

Knock, knock, knock!

You startle, jumping out of your skin as you and the boys look toward the bedroom door. Keigo shields you with his wings immediately, your entire body covered with red feathers. 

“And I love y’all too,” Rumi calls through the door, "but you freaky motherfuckers woke me up! And I missed the countdown! At least wake me up with your fucking before midnight!” 

You, Keigo, and Dabi silently look at each other before erupting into laughter. “Sorry, cottontail,” Keigo laughs despite Rumi cussing outside the bedroom door. “Oh, and before we forget…” 

He and Dabi slowly move in and each press a kiss to your cheeks. “Happy New Year,” they say in unison. 

THE END. 

[sparkles-and-trash]

dabihawks, post war drabble ~

Keigo loves Thursdays.

Really, what's not to love? Like, it's the day before Friday, for one!

It's also a home office day for Keigo, so he can sleep in, which is a new thing he does now!

The fact that Thursday also just happens to be the day he meets up with Touya in the afternoons is merely a coincidence, not at all any reason that Thursdays are now so special to him.

Totally random.

However, here he is now, scuttling about his apartment that he has barley fully moved into, moving around his little trinkets and trying to make the place look more lived in than it truly is.

It's Touya's first time seeing this place since he joined him during the viewing when it was for sale, and Keigo might care just a tiny bit that it looks nice.

And if, when Keigo opens the door and sees Touya standing there looking all healthy (ish, he's getting there) and radiant and with the stupid half smirk, half smile he always sports when he firsts sees Keigo, if then his heart skips a beat, like it does every damn time, well then that is his business and his business alone.

Keigo can hardly keeps his wings from flapping when Touya takes in the apartment with awe, commenting at how Keigo finally discovered his own taste, and he can't help but following the white haired man around with little hops of excitement as they go.

Touya has a way of undoing him like this.

But after the initial excitement of the apartment dies down and they sit down on Keigo's new (used) couch with their tea, Keigo can tell there's something Touya's trying to say.

...but he can't seem to get to it, so Keigo decides to give him a nudge.

"So, how was the Program today?" the hero asks casually, eyeing the in reform ex-villain casually.

Touya huffs.

"It's all the same at this point," he says with a roll of his beautiful, turquoise eyes.

Keigo makes a questioning sound, and Touya continues.

"Actually," Touya adds, and Keigo perks up hoping to finally catch on to what's been bothering his guest.

Touya takes a moment to look Keigo up and down for a second, before he continues.

"I met this weird guy today, apparently he used to work for... them."

It's Keigo's turn to snort.

"You can say the Commission Touya, it's not a curse word," the hero says with a smirk.

"Not that a curse word or ten ever stopped you," he adds and Touya gives a small smile.

"Yeah, well, they only let very few people from there keep working with the new programs, but this guy clearly got to stay," Touya elaborate.

Keigo waits for Touya to finally get to the point, but he's getting a little impatient, which his frazzled wings are starting to show off.

"He asked about you," Touya finally admits, and Keigo's chest does a weird, contracting thing.

"Who..."

Keigo's voice trails off before he can finish his question, but he doesn't have to.

"He said he used to... I guess he took care of you? When you were little?" Touya asks carefully.

Keigo feels himself nod, but he doesn't find his voice.

It has to be Mera.

Mera, with his messy hair and deep set eye-bags, drowsy voice and oddly comforting presence.

Mera who never lost his patience with young Keigo who had no clue about the most normal things, who never ridiculed him, who bandages him up after rough trainings, and who tucked him back into bed after nightmares.

Keigo hadn't seen him since he turned eighteen and was pushed from the nest so roughly he nearly crashed into the pavement.

Keigo turned his attention back to Touya, and with a small voice he manages to ask:

"What did he ask?"

Touya's face was uncharacteristically soft when he took Keigo in for a moment before he spoke again.

"He heard that we're... friends, I guess, and wanted to ask me how you're doing."

Keigo wasn't sure if he imagined it, but he thought he saw a tiny blush on Touya's face when he fumbled to describe their relationship.

He sorta really hoped he did, at least.

"What did you tell him?" Keigo asked, and Touya hummed.

"That you're busy making your first very own nest, that you're still a squawking, strange little bird that's in love with his own reflection and- OUCH!" Touya's tired halted as Keigo (not so) gently slapped Touya's shoulder with his wing.

"You're such an idiot!" Keigo said as he rolled his eyes, but he couldn't hide his smile either.

When Touya was done pouting Keigo raised his eyebrows silently asking for the real answer.

"I told him you're doing better," Touya said simply, and Keigo nodded.

"That's true, I guess," he agreed.

Touya hums and moves to awkwardly pick at a loose thread at his sleeve, which is a sure sign there's more to the story.

"Touya..?" Keigo asked, and Touya nods.

"Yeah, he... he asked if I could tell you he'd love to meet you again."

Keigo's surprised to find his eyes growing a little wet.

"He asked if..?" he asks hoarsely, and Touya's nice enough for once to not point out how hard the question hit the hero.

"Yeah, and I said I'd ask, so, I guess this is that."

Keigo nods, a thousand thoughts flying trough his head at top speed.

Neither of them said anything for a while, and Keigo didn't manage to stop his thought until Touya lightly bumped into his shoulder.

"You can say no, you know?" he says casually.

"Would you come with me?" Keigo asks before Touya even managed to shut his mouth after speaking.

And now it simply hangs open in surprise.

"You want me...?" Touya starts, and Keigo nods.

"To come with me to see him." Keigo finishes.

Touya looks at him for what feels like forever, before he smiles softly, so soft Keigo's heart nearly explodes.

Keigo's eyes registers that Touya's mouth moves, but he doesn't need to hear to understand what the answer is.

Keigo meant to hug him, he swears, but then somewhere along the way his brain decided to go rouge and then...

Then he's kissing Touya.

And Touya is kissing him back.

They are kissing.

And Keigo is quite sure everything will be okay, after all.

[accidentcache]

going ice skating with Dabi and Hawks and just laughing whenever they fall <3

it's practically the end of winter but I can't get off my mind

okay contrary to popular belief i think touya shows off the he knows how to ice skate. keigo can't and he is like a baby deer on the ice.

and it's so cute, when you brought up the idea touya was actually excited to go. neither could ever really say no to you (keigo's weakness is your pout and touya is always down to go with the flow) and both thought that ice skating was a fun little date idea.

so here the three of you were downtown hosu, touya showing off by skating past keigo backwards with his hands in his pockets while the blonde clings to the walls on unsteady feet. you can't help but cackle at the sight-- you've offered your hand to him multiple times but he refuses it every time. he's determined to 'look cool' in front of you and actually skate, but you only find him endearing and dorkish.

at some point you pull off to the side and throw your legs over the wall and watch the two of them antagonize each other. keigo is trying to defend himself against touya's teasing-- it's not working.

the sight is sweet. touya looks a lot healthier since rehab and getting out of the hospital, and keigo is starting to relax and take care of himself better since taking the role of president of the hpsc. and yeah, they are happy-- you know they are. they've come to terms with their situations and their lives but in this moment, where they only have to worry about gliding (or trying) to move around the ice-- they couldn't have looked more carefree.

the sight of them makes your heart clench. touya's eyes meet yours over the makeshift rink and he grins. you can see the warmth in his eyes, there's a fire in those irises but it burns for a different reason. still hot and scorching, but not nearly as unconstrained as before.

"he looks happy," a voice speaks beside you and you practically jump at the sound of it.

"shouto!" your heart races as your head turns to find the boy standing just off to the side of you, hands clasped behind his back and staring off to the rink where his eldest brother terrorizes your boyfriend. your heart settles slowly, watching his gaze and tracing it until it lands on your two idiots. "what are you doing out in hosu?"

"i help with the rink sometimes," he shrugs halfheartedly. "patrol shift."

you hum in response but don't really say anything. your relationship with the youngest todoroki isn't the strongest, but it's there. since the war both you and touya have been trying to build a relationship with him-- with all of the todoroki siblings.

touya's head lifts and sees his younger brother standing next to you-- he lifts a hand in greeting and shouto returns it. your boyfriend's mouth moves a little to form what you know is a small smile but whether shouto knows that is beyond you. touya looks as if he's going to move to join the two of you but he can't go anywhere with keigo clinging to his arm and desperately trying not to land on his ass.

"you want to go to dinner with us? if your patrol is over any time soon," you're speaking before you can even think about it. but you can see the way shouto watches the two of them, he's moved closer to stand next to you and there's a hint of a fond smile on his lips.

shouto nods a little. if he's shocked at all about the offer his expression doesn't show it. "i'm off in thirty minutes. i'd love to join you guys."

your smile mirrors his. and yeah, touya was a little grumpy about his younger brother crashing date night with you and keigo-- but he enjoyed spending time with his younger brother.

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Codename: ROOK

Ch. 2 - Playing With Fire [AO3 Portal]

Ch. 1 - AO3 / Tumblr

— PAIRING : Hawks/Keigo Takami x Reader x Dabi/Touya Todoroki

— WARNINGS : (check Ch. 1 for all the warnings) Crime Scene, Blood and Violence, Groping

Standing outside of a shady bar filled with drunk people, cigarette smoke and the smell of sweat in the middle of the night was not exactly how one would envision the start of a nice, enjoyable work shift. In fact, it was not a nice, enjoyable start to anything.

You looked up at the sign hanging above the door and swinging along in the night wind, the chill of the air making you clutch your jacket even closer to your body. Your skin was covered in goosebumps, but you were unsure whether they were caused by the low temperature or your anxiety from being in such a place alone at night. You trusted that Hawks wouldn't get you killed so recklessly by sending you to this location, but nothing in the world could've possibly comforted you when you knew that the only thing standing between you and meeting Dabi face to face was the rusty door of a seedy bar.

Despite your nerves, you willed yourself to open the door and step inside, immediately grabbing the attention of several patrons who stopped their chatting and drinking in favour of watching you make your way down to the bar and taking a seat at one of the stools. You tried to seem as nonchalant as possible while looking around, scanning the environment for your target, but a new face was ought to bring suspicion no matter how well you blended in with the regulars. You ordered a drink more so for appearances, but still carefully took a sip or two so it wouldn't be obvious you had ulterior motives to be there. After all, you knew people from around these parts didn't take kindly to undercover cops slithering their way into their territory.

You turned your body to the side, crossing your legs and casually leaning your elbow on the bar, holding your glass to your lips so it would seem like you're sipping. You now had a better angle to search the faces and appearances of the other customers. You didn't notice anything out of the ordinary for a few minutes, and just as you were getting ready to stand up and go to the bathroom so you could approach more tables and booths—and to avoid getting approached by random people—the door creaked open once again.

You were thankful you weren't drinking when you saw Dabi walk in, lest you would've choked on the liquid. His hands were stuck in his pockets, the collar of his leather coat raised. His mere presence was unsettling, enhanced by his scars and myriad of piercings adorning his face. You noticed a few patrons avert their eyes or simply ignore him, but you continued to stare. As if sensing your insistent gaze, his eyes shifted to you, icy blue, electric, and you resisted the urge to turn away. Instead, you arched your back to accentuate your body, tilting your head and giving him the most seductive smile you could muster, silently attempting to convince him to approach you. His eyes lingered on you for a second longer before he walked further in the building and joined the masses.

You panicked for a second. Had he recognised you? You had run-ins with him before but surely being outside of your work uniform and usual patrol areas was enough to conceal your identity. After all, you never managed to even get close to capturing him and you were certainly not the only officer he'd had to deal with.

You thought perhaps he was just not interested in flirting with a random person, but even so you couldn't let him slip through your fingers. You watched as he approached a table and quickly turned back around to the bartender, ordering two new drinks. Having a peace offering would probably prove to be helpful in breaking the ice.

When you stood up and turned to start towards Dabi, your worry only increased as you noticed he was absent. You walked to where you last saw him but to no avail, looking around almost frantically in search of him until your eyes landed on the back door of the building. You quickly set the glasses down on an empty table and walked to the door, carefully opening it and looking down the back alley. You stepped out and finally spotted him leaning against a wall smoking.

Resuming your flirty demeanour, you walked over to him and noticed how his eyes shifted to you, yet he didn't bother to make a move to acknowledge your presence.

“Hey handsome, got any more smokes?” You pouted. “I forgot mine home.”

“I don't have any.”

You stopped your eyebrow from twitching at his immediate rejection and instead took a step closer in front of him, almost breaching his personal space.

“What do you mean?” you asked, feigning innocence. “You've got one right there.”

He followed where you were pointing at and saw his lit cigarette. He huffed.

“Your eyes ain't working? I'm already smoking this one.”

“Well, I'm sure we can find some way to share,” you said sweetly, taking one final step to close the small gap between the two of you.

Your heart was beating out of your chest as your lips hovered mere inches from his, afraid he'll push you away, or worse. You could smell the smoke on his breath and to your surprise he didn't make any attempt to put distance between you two again. He was waiting to see just how far you'd go before you backed out, not giving you the satisfaction of succumbing to your game. You mentally cursed the situation you were in, but kept up the mask and pushed yourself into him, placing your hand on the wall behind him and finally pressing your lips together.

You gave him a closed mouth kiss for a few seconds until he seemingly got bored of your technique, his free hand coming up to hold the back of your head and tilt it for better access. You felt his tongue across your bottom lip and you instinctively opened your mouth, to which he responded by deepening the kiss. It was sloppy, the taste of tobacco still heavy on his tongue as it languidly toyed with yours, the contrast between his rough, scarred bottom lip and his soft upper one leaving you almost dizzy as you tried to keep up with him and reciprocate. Besides his natural musky scent, you noted the smell of soot invading your nostrils, but also of a gasoline-like chemical you couldn't quite place. Your hands moved from pressing against the wall on either side of him to sliding to his shoulders, holding onto his leather coat like you were fighting to hold onto your last string of concentration, breathless from how insistent he was with tasting you and not giving you a moment of respite.

Suddenly, he gripped your arms and moved you to the side, pushing you against the wall and holding your hands behind your back. You hissed in pain as your cheek scraped on the brick wall, struggling to break free from his iron grip.

“Hey! What the hell are you-”

“Don't fucking move,” he spoke next to your ear. His low, raspy voice made you shiver. “Who sent you?” “No one, I'm just here to have some fun!” you quickly answered and mentally cursed the way your voice broke.

“No one, huh?” he scoffed. “Got any weapons?”

“Of course not!”

“Then you won't mind if I check for myself,” he stated. “Don't try anything stupid or I'll turn you into ashes.” He gave you enough space to push yourself off the wall a bit, but you still remained stuck in your position against it as he propped his cigarette between his lips and kneeled down behind you. His hands circled one of your ankles and dipped under the edge of your boots to check for any hidden weapons, then slowly moved upwards on your leg, one of them squeezing the flesh of your inner thigh, the other feeling your front pocket before he switched to your other leg. He repeated his motions, only this time his hands slowed down as they were ascending, making you dig your nails into your palm.

You gritted your teeth as he stood up and firmly placed his hands on your ass, feeling you up and giving you a tentative squeeze before his hands moved to your hips and pulled you closer, flush against his body. You felt his breath fan over the nape of your neck, sending goosebumps on your skin, and you swallowed the lump in your throat, his hands moving from your hips to your stomach, slowly trailing upwards.

In a panic, you swiftly pushed his wandering hands off of you and stumbled away a few steps, finally facing him. You were met with a cocky smile as he dug his free hand into his pocket, the other coming up to grab the cigarette again. He looked like he was enjoying himself.

“That's enough,” you snapped. “You already know I have no weapons on me.”

Dabi tilted his head to the side and looked you up and down.

“I still don't know. Maybe if you strip for me I'll know for sure.”

“I have no intention of doing that,” you bit back and immediately regretted your tone. Your plan fell through faster than you had anticipated and you were only digging your grave further.

Dabi raised an eyebrow, drawling out a bored, “Really? I thought you said you're here to have some fun. You didn't seem to mind having my tongue in your mouth a second ago.” He slowly began walking towards you as you held your ground, willing yourself to not back away from him. Unfazed by your defiance, he brought his cigarette to his lips, inhaling deeply before he stopped right in front of you, the smoke from his lungs pouring out on his breath and fanning your face with each word he spoke.

“You're not here to drink, you're not here to fuck, you don't seem like you're here to fight either. So what are you here for? Just a random death wish?”

“I'm here to talk business,” you said, gazing at him with determination.

He raised an eyebrow, waiting for you to continue.

“I have valuable information for you, but it doesn't come cheap.”

“How 'bout I just kill you instead?”

“You'd kill a reliable informant.”

“Reliable,” he scoffed, then began laughing at you. “I ain't stupid, doll. You think I'd forget that pretty face?” Your eyes widened and you straightened yourself, trying to put some safe distance between the two of you, unnerved by his words. Suddenly his free hand shot up and grabbed your wrist before you could move away, fingers clutching you almost painfully.

“You and your fellow officers have been nothing but a bunch of fucking thorns in my side. I should've killed you all long ago. Why should I even trust you now?” Your nails dug into his wrist, trying to loosen his grip on you so you could pull away, but he was too strong. You glared at him, angry at how your entire plan of approaching him and gaining his trust crumbled in just a few moments of being in his proximity. You were fearing for your life, knowing that his temper was just as volatile as the flames he had an unusual obsession with.

“I'm putting myself on the line to help you here!” you said. “I want to join you!”

“You're just a spy sent by the big guys, aren't you?”

“I'm not, I swear!”

“You swear?” he pulled you closer to him, his other hand grabbing your waist and for a moment you were painfully aware of his still lit cigarette hanging loosely between his fingers behind your back. “You're playing with fire, sweetheart. One more lie and you'll go up in flames like the sun.”

“I'm not lying, back off!”

With one strong push, he finally let go of you, your force causing you to stumble back while he maintained his position. You looked up at him, eyes ablaze with fury and a speck of panic, as you rubbed your sore wrist.

“I hate the Commission and everyone working for them!” you sneered. “Believe what you want, but you know just as well as I do how useful it would be to have a law enforcer back you up.”

“What the hell could an officer do? Give parking tickets to other cops as a distraction?”

“I could be a fly on the wall. No one would care to investigate someone if they don't stand out.”

He raised his cigarette to his lips again, drawing in a breath then exhaling it, the light at the end of the alley behind him filtering through the smoke. He was quiet for a moment, almost as if assessing your worth. You didn't know what to expect from him, but based on the precious little you knew about Dabi, half of you thought you'd be killed soon. However, much to your relief—at least temporarily—Dabi spoke again.

“You got any dirt on the big names of the Commission?”

Hook.

“You bet your ass I do. Name the name and I'll bring a file on them next time we meet.”

Line.

“This will be our usual meeting spot then, at least for now. Don't even think about chirping if you care about your life.”

Sinker.

You couldn't help the smile that pulled at the corners of your mouth, pride and relief flooding your veins at last. Equipping you with the task of bringing back information on a few big-shots of the Commission, Dabi soon turned around and left you to gather yourself in the dark alley. Perhaps the mission wasn't doomed after all, but even with the positive outcome, something about Dabi left an unsettling feeling in your gut. You hoped the next time you met would be less hostile, although you knew it was just wishful thinking.

You dug your hands in the pockets of your coat to stave off the chill of the morning air as you approached Hawks, a coffee already in his hand. He had called you to join him at a crime scene just an hour prior, and you made haste to arrive.

The scene that greeted you was bleak, yellow police tape encircling the crime scene where several forensic experts were gathering evidence. The grey skies only added to the sombre atmosphere, but you were thankful it wasn't raining, lest the evidence be washed away.

When Hawks saw you approaching, he gave you a smile, his stance relaxed with one hand in his trousers and his signature shearling jacket draped over his shoulders. His friendly, care-free demeanour contrasted the crime scene backdrop in a way that made him seem out of place, but still managing to soothe your nerves.

“Morning! Sleep well?”

You were greeted by the memory of the past night, your conversation with Dabi, the anxiety, the kiss. You shook your head. “I've had better nights.”

“I can imagine,” he sighed. “I would've brought you a coffee but I'm not sure what you like.”

You waved off his comment and turned your attention to the crime scene, the more grim parts of it obscured by the forensic specialists examining the location. Being one of the lowest ranks in the force, you had never been this involved in a crime scene. Part of you was intrigued, but even that couldn't soothe the emptiness that settled in your stomach.

Hawks walked with you towards the yellow tape, explaining to you that the victim was the missing civilian you had seen on TV the other day. Unlike the agent's body, this one was still in one piece, despite the multiple stab wounds, which were also the cause of death. You listened carefully to what Hawks was telling you and suggested that if this victim was also a target for the League, the modus operandi was far too varied to pinpoint to a single person. Hawks nodded in thought. It made sense the League would operate as a group, after all, it made it easier to hide evidence that could tie them to the crime.

“The body is too close to the road.”

You blinked, looking at Hawks with a puzzled expression. He nodded to himself again and took a swig of his coffee.

“It can't be the League. The body is too close to the road where people pass,” he concluded, moving his hand in the general direction of the scene. “Sure, it's hidden in a bush near some trees, but if the League doesn't want a person to be found, they make sure they aren't. And if they wanted to send a message they would place the body in an even more public area.”

“So… what? You think some random criminal did this?” you asked.

“We can't know for sure, but it wouldn't be far-fetched to assume some killers would use the high activity level of the League in this area as a cover-up. Let's ask what else they found,” he said, then took a few more steps towards the yellow tape. “Hey, Aizawa!”

A person perked up as Hawks called out, standing up from where he was examining the evidence left around the body. Aizawa began approaching Hawks, taking off his gloves and placing them in his pocket. He pulled down his mask and the hood of his suit, revealing his hair neatly tied in a bun to prevent contaminating the scene. You saw him frown at Hawks, tired eyes fixated on him.

“Stop yelling, I'm not deaf yet,” Aizawa said as you made your way over to the two of them.

“My bad, had to grab your attention somehow. You seemed engrossed with what you were doing,” Hawks said, offering a friendly smile. “Got anything for us?”

“The estimated time of death is sometime around eleven P.M.” Aizawa crossed his arms over his chest. “Weird thing is, despite the stab wounds being the cause of death, the body was doused in naphtha. It's almost as if they left the job unfinished.”

“What sort of liquid is that?” you asked.

“It's a solvent used for thinning pain or as fuel for campfires,” Aizawa responded. “Kind of like gasoline, highly flammable. It's been found in other fire incidents around Musutafu, but we can't know for sure if they are related.”

A chill ran down your spine, memories of the night prior flashing before your eyes. The heat of Dabi against you and his musky scent, blending with the smell of soot and a gasoline-like chemical you couldn't quite place. Naphtha.

You excused yourself to Aizawa and pulled Hawks to the side, leaning close to his ear.

“I think I know who the killer is.”

“What?” he whisper-yelled back and moved to look at you. You clicked your tongue and pulled him back in so others couldn't hear.

“Think about it, who in the League has a tendency to light things on fire?”

“Yeah, emphasis on fire, not stabbing,” he retorted. “If Dabi was the one who did it, we wouldn't even have a body. We'd have a pile of ashes, at most.” “Unless he had to be somewhere else,” you argued. “He knew who I was, he knew why I was there.” Hawks was quiet for a long second, then straightened himself, looking at you with a seriousness you hadn't seen from him until then. His eyes looked sharper when he wasn't smiling.

“I think you shouldn't jump to conclusions so fast,” he said, leaving no room for discussion. “Don't forget he's our only chance to get into the League. If he hears you've ratted him out, you'll lose the already small amount of trust you've gained from him. Take advantage while you can.”

Before you could respond, Hawks turned on his heels and walked back to where Aizawa was to continue his discussion with him. Frustrated, you glared at his back as he walked further away. As much as you hated to admit, he was right, you already knew what you had to endure to get Dabi to even talk to you, let alone trust you. You couldn't let it all collapse from an impulsive decision when the stakes were far higher. Besides, you were bound to Hawks's orders, seeing as he was your superior and the lead investigator of your dangerous mission, at least if you cared about getting out of it alive.

You sighed in defeat and tilted your head back, watching the gunmetal clouds drift by through the leafless tree canopy for a few seconds before you decided to join Hawks once again for the investigation. You realised with a heavy heart your days would be just as shitty as your nights from here on out.

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You Belong to me (repost)

Pirate Captain! Alpha! Werewolf! Shouta Aizawa x Tavern owner! Luna! Reader.

(I do not own Shouta Aizawa/ Eraserhead, Hizashi Yamada/Present Mic, Keigo Takami/ Hawks, Dabi/Touya Todoroki, Shoto Todoroki, Eri, or any other character that is mentioned that is from the manga/anime known as My Hero Academia, all of these characters belong to  Horikoshi Kohei. I’d like to see how many you can recognize. Comment all the characters you recognize down in the comments.  I’m extending this story off the last story I did with the Bnharem collab. I have left that group for various reasons and I advise those who want to join the group to not join them. Dm me or send me an ask for more details. If this isn’t your cup of tea, blend of spices, or brew of coffee, move on. Reader discretion is advised and remember, Piracy is a crime.)

(If y’all don’t know what a Luna is by now or you’re new here, this is what a Luna is in a nutshell: It’s an Alpha with both sets of reproductive organs and is a variant of an Alpha that can get pregnant and impregnate others.)

TW: Pirates, gun usage, ABO, blood, surgery on a wound, bullets, cauterization, leg amputation, mental stress and breakdown, assault, being held at gunpoint, sexual scene. WC: 7,450

After the long day of gathering things to set up your room for that night, You came back to your inn to set up the items you had purchased earlier in the day in your room. Once you were happy with the way you had thing set up, you went backdown into the Tavern to work until you closed up for the evening. During the day, you were cleaning up a section of the counter when the Lieutenant was sitting at the bar, staring at you with a smirk plastered on his face.

“What do you want?”  You asked as you pulled a glass over and cleaned it. “My dear, I want you to share my bed tonight.” He spoke. You froze and set the glass down that you had been cleaning.

“Do you know I’m already spoken for? I have a mate.” You spoke and showed him the faint outline of your mark. “Where is your mate? I Should tell you that my sources tell me that your mate is one of those filthy pirates. Not just any pirate though. You hooked one of those Captains to share your bed, you whore.” He spoke, his eyes widening and he rocked back in his seat laughing.

“I am not a whore, you brute. Get out of my establishment now before I have one of my guards drag you out. You might be one of the King’s guards but you are not welcome to this island.” You spoke in a firm tone. The scarred soldier got up and tilted his hat to you before leaving your tavern, as he didn’t want to stir up any commotion.

You huffed and went about your day, working and trying to calm your mind before that night when you’d help Shouta through his transformation. You decided to make him a special dinner to welcome him back home so, you decided to go into the market and pick up some special ingredients that you only bought on a special occasion. As you were shopping, you didn’t notice the patchworked soldier following you.

You had finished your shopping and was walking home when you were pinned to the wall of your Tavern, nearly dropping the contents of your basket. “You’re going to regret refusing my offer earlier, Y/n.” He spoke, tilting your head up slightly with a crooked finger tucked under your chin and leaning in for a kiss. You stared off at the full moon that was shining over the bay, looking at for any sign of The Lone Wolf, begging for Shouta to come and save you. You shut your eyes tight as the Lieutenant slid his hand up your thigh and under your skirt, not noticing something dropping behind the soldier and yanking him away and knocking him to the ground. “You don’t dare touch my mate.” A deep growling voice spoke. Your eyes shot open to see who had rescued you.

You saw none other than your Pirate Captain, holding his scarf tight around the Lieutenant. Your heart lifted a little when you saw him.

“Y/n, I’ll take care of him. Go now!” He spoke and you ran off, making sure to grab your basket and escape into through the back door of your tavern. With your heart pounding in your chest, you ascended the stairs and entered your apartment. You had shut and locked the door behind you. You sat down on the edge of your bed and stared at the floor trying to calm your heartbeat and breathing. You didn’t notice a figure appearing in your window and knocking at the glass. You jumped and looked up to see what or who it was. You calmed yourself when you saw that it was only your mate perched on the window sill. You walked over to the window and let him inside. He immediately cupped your face with his hands and looked you in the eyes, examining your body for any injuries. “Are you alright, love?

Did he hurt you in any way? Did he touch you in a bad way? Its alright, you can tell me if he did.” He spoke as he looked you in the eyes. You returned the gesture and hugged him, taking in his scent and letting him wrap his arms around you, making you feel safe in his embrace.

The next morning you woke up in your mate’s arms. You rolled over and looked at him. He woke up and smiled when he saw you. “Good morning, my love. Did you sleep well?” He asked.

“I did. Thank you. Did you sleep ok? Do you transform tonight?” You asked him. “I slept fine, my dear. I think I do transform tonight. Do you mind if I stay here tonight?” He asked.

After the lieutenant didn’t get the message the night before, Shouta comes to your tavern clearly in a fit of rage and slams his hands down on the bar. “You are leaving with me this time. It’s not safe for you here anymore. That Lieutenant is pushing his luck and making this island not safe for you. Pack your things we will leave in the morning.” He spoke. You stopped him and pulled him aside to talk. “How can you expect me to just uproot myself and leave on a ship with you? I need to arrange some things. Who would I give the tavern to? People are going to wonder where I’m going and why. I won’t leave just because some lieutenant is being a selfish jerk.” You spoke. Shouta sighed and thought for a moment. “I’ll keep my ship in the cove until the end of the week. I’m going to leave in the night with or without you.” He spoke before leaving the tavern. What you didn’t know was that the Lieutenant had heard the whole thing and creating a devious plan in his mind.

The end of the week came and you had made your mind. You wanted to leave. Escape the King’s guard that littered the island. You had given your tavern to your closest friend and packed your important items before leaving the Tavern to pause and turn back to take in the building. Letting tears fall down your face as all the memories you had here came flooding back, you had to gather all the courage within you to move your feet and head down the road, only the moonlight from the full moon above to light your path.

In the cove, The Lone Wolf and her crew were preparing to set sail for their next adventure. Shouta was pacing his quarters waiting for you to arrive with his first mate sitting with him. “She’s going to come, Captain. Let’s just hope that she isn’t going to get held up by something.” He spoke. “Or someone. That Lieutenant was staring her down as if she were a piece of meat that he was waiting to devour.” Shouta spoke and growled. He burst out of his quarters and walked across the deck and down the gangplank to the dock and up the path to clear his head and check and see if you were close. “Hey, Captain, where are you going?” One of the crew asked.

“I’m taking a walk and seeing if Y/N is even coming. Keep loading the supplies onto the boat. I’ll be back.” He spoke and trudged up the hill. He looked over the crest of the hill and saw you walking up the hill with your pack on your shoulder and a trunk on a makeshift type of cart you had been pulling all this way.

A wave of relief washed over his face when he saw you. he pulled you into his arms and held you close. “I thought you’d never come.” He spoke. “I almost didn’t come myself. But I thought it over and squared away the Tavern and my other belongings that didn’t fit into my sack or my trunk before I came. It came down to spending more than just a few days a month with you. I’d rather spend every moment of every day with you.”

You told him. He pulled away and smiled softly at you. He looked up to see a bayonet and the barrel of a musket staring him right in the eyes. “Move away from her and I won’t shoot you, filthy beast!” The lieutenant spoke.

Shouta pulled you behind him and growled. “She’s, MY mate. You don’t get to take her from me. I don’t care if you’re a part of the King’s Guard. You don’t get to take whomever you please just because you feel like it!” He spoke as his eyes began to glow. You watched as the guard kept his musket raised as Shouta began to transform. You watched in fear as the Lieutenant kept his gun trained on Shouta. “Don’t hurt him please!” You begged. “Why should I? He’s a monster.” The Guard told you. “I don’t care. He will be a better man than you will ever be.” You spoke. this enraged the lieutenant and he charged at you.

He was knocked out of the way by Shouta as he struggled to keep him down. “Go to the ship! Now!” He called to you. You were pulled out of your frozen state and you ran down the hill to the dock where The Lone Wolf was waiting to set sail.

You ran into Shouta’s first mate who caught you by the arms and helped you settle down. “Y/n, calm down. Where’s the Captain?” He asked. “He’s on the hill with the lieutenant. The Lieutenant has a gun and he’s already transformed. I don’t know what to do. The Lieutenant wants me but I’m with Shouta.” You explained. “Alright. Go down into the cargo hold and wait there. I know that’s not the best place you’d like to be right now. It’s the last place where that Lieutenant wouldn’t think to look for you. There is no way that any of us is going to let that scumbag get you.”  He spoke and disembarked off the boat to go aid the captain in his struggle against the Lieutenant. You went down into the cargo hold and hid yourself between some barrels and crates, covering your mouth to try and suppress your sobs. You shut your eyes, only wanting to be safe in your mate’s arms, not wanting this to happen. You hated how entitled the King’s Guard was and how they thought they could have whatever they wanted. Your eyes shot open when you heard a gunshot followed by a pained wolf’s howl. Was Shouta injured? Was he even alive now?  Your mind swirled with those thoughts as you had to use every ounce of your willpower to keep your body from running out onto the main deck and seeing what had happened to your mate. You glanced over at the stairs leading down into the cargo hold and saw a shadow begin to descend the stairs. You hid back between the barrels, calming your heart, hoping with every fiber of your being that the person entering the cargo hold wasn’t the Lieutenant. You felt something appear above you and you slowly looked up to see the piercing blue eyes of the lieutenant staring down at you.

“There you are. That noisy first mate was easy to break when he saw his Captain bleeding out.” He spoke then lunged at you. You ducked out of his reach and scrambled to your feet, racing to the stairs and onto the main deck, your vision was blurred until you stopped yourself at the port side of the deck and looked over to the dock where you saw the first mate bandaging a part of the captain’s right leg, was it his right leg? You didn’t know you just saw a trail of blood on the deck. Not noticing the Lieutenant coming up behind you. He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you away from the side of the boat. You screamed which caught the attention the first mate and the captain who tried to stand up with the assistance of his partner. “Get away from her, Dabi!” The voice of the harbormaster sounded. You hadn’t noticed him there before now. You wondered where he had gone and why he only showed up now. The Lieutenant that you now knew was named Dabi only tightened his grip on you. “Now why should I do that? This poor girl has been harassed by that pirate down there and I’m only doing my duty by keeping her safe.” He spoke. You covered your mouth and nose to keep the stench of the rotten and burnt  flesh that had been stitched to his normal flesh from penetrating your nostrils. As Dabi and the harbormaster argued back and forth. This gave you an opening. Taking the opportunity, you elbowed him in the gut and broke free from his grasp, running down the gangplank and into the arms of the captain. “Did he hurt you?” He asked as he looked you over. “No, I’m fine.” You reassured him. “Alright. Hizashi, take the others and get that scumbag off my ship. Do whatever you have to.” Shouta ordered. His first mate looked a little surprised and called a couple members of the crew to board the ship again to take down the Lieutenant. You helped Shouta to one of the crates still on the dock and checked his wound. “The bullet still must come out. If we don’t get to a doctor soon, we will have to cut it off before it becomes gangrene.” You spoke. “You speak of such mystery. Are you sure you aren’t a witch?” He asked with a hint of humor in his voice. You looked up at him with concern and kissed him gently. “There was a herbologist on our travels that we found and they gave me a potion that helps nullify the inner wolf when I’m in this state. Maybe we can go back to them to help with the bullet, unless you know how to remove it from my leg.” He spoke, now panting with the amount of pain he was in, trying to keep it from you.  “I should know how to remove it.” You spoke before a loud yell came from the ship. You looked over and saw a yellow energy emitting from the first mate. You had to cover your ears from how loud the noise was and you pressed yourself into the captain.

“That’s Hizashi’s power, he can emit a strong noise using his voice. He can be a bit loud at times but his voice can come in handy when giving out orders in a storm.” He explained as he held you close. He stroked your hair when the noise subsided and you removed your hands from your ears. Looking up to the deck, Dabi was no where to be seen. You had a small bit of hope swell from within you as you held Shouta’s hands and stood up to see a couple members of The Lone Wolf’s crew tie up the Lieutenant and look to Shouta. “Put him in the brig and make sure he can’t use his flames.” He ordered. The crew nodded and carried the lieutenant down into the brig. Shouta carefully stood and hobbled with your assistance onto his boat and into his quarters. You laid him on his bed and checked his bandage again. It had soaked through. You began to panic a little as you searched for another form of a bandage, disinfectant, and sterile equipment.

“What do you need, my love?” He asked. “A new bandage, disinfectant, and sterile equipment.” You spoke. Shouta looked at you with confusion and you took a deep breath. “I need a strip of clean cloth, alcohol, something to pull the bullet out of your leg, and something to cauterize the wound.” You explained. Shouta nodded and signaled for someone to come inside for a moment. “Have someone bring some old cotton cloth, some of the clear alcohol we stored the last time we visited Recovery Girl, something to pull this damn bullet out of my leg, and have Hizashi bring Shoto here.” He ordered. The crew member nodded and ran off to find the items he had requested. You stayed by his side, not moving until Hizashi came to the room with Shoto in tow.  He had hair with two colors, white on his right side and red on his left. Hizashi also had the items that you had requested in his arms. “What do you need, Captain?” Shoto asked.

“I need you to follow anything that Y/n needs, alright?”

“Yes sir. What do you need me to do?” He asked as he looked at you. “I need to pull out the bullet, clean the wound, and have you cauterize it. Then I will used the cloth to wrap it up.”  You told him. He nodded and knelt to Shouta’s leg. “Alright. Shouta, this is going to hurt bad. Do you have something to bite down on?” You asked him. He nodded as Hizashi handed a piece of leather to him. He bit down on the leather and nodded to you. “Now I will pull out the bullet and clean the wound, Shouta, this is going to hurt like hell. Shoto, once I pull out the bullet, I will need you to cauterize the wound quickly as there will be a lot of bleeding. After that I will tie up the wound.” You explained. Shoto nodded and got ready to cauterize the wound. You grabbed the bottle of alcohol and doused the wound. Shouta screaming through the leather and tensing up his body. You hated hurting him but this had to be done so he wouldn’t lose the leg.

At least not tonight. You then used the knife that was brought to you to dig out the bullet. Once the chunk of metal was out of him, Shoto instantly used his flames on the wound, send out another scream from the Captain. You prepped the bandage and told Shoto to stop since the bleeding had also stopped pouring from his leg. You doused his wound with more alcohol before drying it and wrapping the leg with the piece of cloth you were given. You made sure the wrapping was tight before thanking Shoto and sending him out of the cabin as his services were no longer needed. You turned back to Shouta as he was pulling the leather out of his mouth and panting hard from the pain. He looked over to you and reached out for your hand. You let him take it and you bent over to kiss him.

“Thank you for your help, Y/n. I don’t want to ever feel that kind of pain again.” He spoke and kissed you gently. “You’re welcome. I’m glad I could help. We should set sail for that herbologist. Let us hope they know what to do.” You spoke as you stroked his hair. He smiled and pulled you in so he could cuddle you. You had him sit up gently and you sat behind him, having his head lay in your lap. “Can you help me out of my quarters so I may tell my crew that it’s time to set sail?” He asked. You agreed and helped him up and out of his room temporarily so he could give the orders for his crew to set sail and head for some far-off island that you had never heard of. After he gave the orders, you helped him back inside his quarters and into his bed. You stayed close to him as the gentle rocking of the ship on the waves lulled him to sleep.

You watched out the back windows of the ship looking at the hidden cove where The Lone Wolf had been in port slowly grow smaller and smaller, you kept watching well after the island had disappeared out of sight. Hizashi came to check on you soon after. “Y/n. It will be a day or two before we arrive to the herbologist. You should get your rest. You’ll need it.” He told you. You looked at him with tired eyes then looked back at Shouta who was out cold and breathing steadily.

“Alright. Is there a place you’d like for me to sleep?” You asked. “I think the Captain will like having you close and you should keep an eye on his leg just in case it gets swollen with fever.” He spoke with a soft smile. You yawned and laid down next to Shouta, quickly falling asleep, not noticing the first mate laying a blanket over the both of you.

~~~About two days later~~~ You were working about the ship, cleaning bandages of old blood and teaching the crew how to sterilize their equipment and how to make bandages from old sheets and how to clean them. You even taught the crew how to stitch up a wound and cover it properly. You were in the middle of teaching one of the younger members that you had learned that their name was Izuku and he was a friend of Shoto’s when some other members of the crew stood up, facing the Captain’s quarters. You too turned to see Shouta hobbling out on a makeshift crutch that someone had made from a spare piece of wood found in some corner of the ship. “We will be in port soon. Be ready to restock and spend a few days of leave here on the island. I don’t want to hear that any of you get drunk or fool around with one of the working women there, got it? I will be away for the time being so Present Mic will be in charge in my absence, you hear?” He spoke. The crew replied with a hearty “AYE” before heading off to their designated chores about the ship. Shouta walked over and saw what you were doing.

“When you’re done, you need to gather your things and be ready to leave with me when we get in port. You’re coming with me to the herbologist to help with my ‘ailment’.” He spoke in a serious tone. You nodded and finished up what you had been teaching Izuku and Shoto. You entered the Captains quarters and began gathering your things as you had seen the island’s shore grow closer. You felt the ship creak and groan under your feet as the crew prepared her to turn into port and dock at the nearby harbor with the help of the harbor’s crew. You hear the yells and calls of the crew communicating with one another as you grabbed your medical bag, rolls of bandages, and sets of tools that one of the girls down in the galley helped you make from her own power. You had found out that in the few short days that you had been on this ship that everyone in The Lone Wolf’s crew has some kind of supernatural ability. You found this interesting and learned about each power that you could wrap your mind around.

When you had finished collecting your things and fastening the bag, you waiting in the cabin where Shouta came in and smiled at you. “Are you ready, my love?” He asked as he cupped your cheek.

“Yes, Let’s hope that this “herbologist” of yours knows how to save a leg from infection.” You spoke as you kissed him gently. He looked at you confused. “What’s an ‘infection’?” He asked as he followed you out of the cabin.

“Its when bad sickness sets into a wound like the one in your leg.” You spoke as you followed him up to the aft deck where someone who looked to be made from rock was steering the ship. Shouta went to the side of the deck where he could watch over the operations of The Lone Wolf head into port play out.

Once The Lone Wolf had settled and the crew were taking inventory, Shouta led you off the boat with Hizashi right behind you both. You didn’t question this fact as the three of you went through town, going to the outskirts and finding a little hut with an open room attacked to the side where a short woman with a wooden stick through her hair was hobbling around with her cane. Hizashi helped Shouta up the steps and to her door.

“Ooh hello there. It’s been a while since you were last here, Captain Eraserhead. Get yourself settled and lets see what we have to work with here.” The old lady spoke as she went around her infirmary that was well stocked by what you saw. You were impressed by how well her smaller hospital was stocked with the standards of the time that you were in. You entered the room and sat in a chair in the corner as Shouta laid on one of the makeshift cots and put his leg for the medicine woman to see. She came over with some bandages and what looked to be some scissors, and a type of antibiotic ointment and a type of alcohol to clean a wound. She looked to have a bit of trouble handling all the items so you stood up to help her with the bigger bottles. She gave you a smile and set down the other items.

“Thank you, young girl. Who might you be?” She asked. “I’m Y/n. Captain Shouta’s mate and the one that tied up the bullet wound on his leg. Shoto cauterized his wound to help prevent bleeding and I did the rest.” You told her. The woman looked at your handiwork and was impressed. “You did very good for using materials on a ship. But I’m seeing a small bit of infection that has set into the flesh. I will give him an antibiotic and you shall stay here for the time being.” She spoke. “Maybe I can be of assistance. I know my way around an infirmary.” You offered. “That will be nice. As I am older, I cannot move around as easily. Your help will be greatly appreciated.” She spoke. “What is your name I might ask?” You asked her. “You can call me Recovery Girl.” She responded.

“Thank you, Recovery Girl for helping him. Now where go you keep some of your herbs? I can get started on the antibiotic.” You said as you got up and went into the storage area where there were many jars and containers of herbs and spices. “In the pantry. Look for the garlic, turmeric, honey, and onion. It sounds like an awful blend but it will draw out that infection like a mosquito draws out blood.” She explained as she prepared to inspect his wound. You dug around the cabinets until you found all the right herbs and set them on the counter. “How do you want me to prepare it?” You asked. “Cut up the garlic and onions and mix them into the honey along with the turmeric until its like a paste. Then bring it over here and I’ll apply it to the wound.” She instructed. You did as you were told and brought the salve over to her. She had you take the rest of the bandage off his leg and she showed you how to apply the salve to his leg. Shouta winced as the nutrients of the salve began to seep into his flesh and kill off any remaining infection that might have snuck in past the cauterization. Recovery girl brought you more clean bandages to wrap up the wound again when the salve had been applied. You wrapped up his leg gently then kissed him on the head.  You took the soiled bandages and asked where you might be able to clean them. The older lady took you to a gentle river where she would do her laundry and clean any soiled linens she might have from her patients.

You were scrubbing the dried-on blood out of the fabric when Recovery Girl sat down next to you on a rock. “Where did you learn how to heal?” She asked, trying to make conversation. “I mostly taught myself. With there being fights on the island between the Redcoats and the locals or the pirates that come into my tavern, you tend to learn a thing or two.” You spoke as you wrung out the bandage and hung it over the line that the healer had in her yard so it could dry. You then looked into the infirmary and saw that Shouta was sitting up and Hizashi was bringing him a drink of water. “I want to tell you this before I tell the Captain. The salve will take out some of the infection but not all of it. You did a good job by cauterizing the wound but there was something in the bullet that is causing more harm than good to him. His leg will have to be cut off to prevent whatever is causing him harm from spreading further. He looks sicker than what he’s allowing to show. He doesn’t want to scare you, dear.” She spoke. You looked a little shocked.

“Can’t we find out what’s making him sick instead of taking his leg? You were the one that gave him the potion that tames his wolf side. Aren’t werewolves allergic to silver?” You asked. As you looked at your mate and noticed how pale he looked. Paler than he normally did. His dark eyes dart up to meet yours and you looked away. “Yes. Werewolves are allergic to silver. I’ve seen the creatures be shot down by a silver bullet. If our speculations are correct, the bullet he was shot with was made out of silver. Do you still have the bullet, my dear?” Recovery Girl asked. Your hand went into one of your apron pockets and pulled out the bloodied bullet and showed her. “Grab one of the lemons off of the shelf, dear and use it’s juice on the bullet. If the juice turned a shade of dark red, its pure silver. If its brown or green then its only covered in silver.” Recovery Girl instructed as you grabbed a lemon and cut it in half. You then squeezed the juice over the bullet and watched as it bubbled and foamed. Your heart sank as the foam turned a sickly shade of dark red. “Cut his leg off. the bullet is silver.” You spoke. Hizashi heard what you had said and entered the storage and preparation part of the infirmary that you and Recovery Girl were in. “What do you mean ‘cut my leg off?’ Why does my leg have to be cut off?” Shouta asked. “There is no time to explain. Where is a sedative and your surgical tools, Recovery Girl?” You asked as you headed to another part of the pantry. Recovery Girl pointed out where the items were and you gathered them. Hizashi followed you, repeating the Captain’s question. “Dabi used a silver bullet and if we don’t cut his leg off, Shouta will die. I need you to hold him down and administer the sedative to him.” You explained and handed him a cloth and a bottle that had the label ‘chloroform.’ “This will knock him out so we can remove the poisoned part of his leg and bandage it up and let it heal. We can hopefully find him a replacement down in the town.” You explained as you began to boil some water to sterilize the knife and saw that would be used to cut the leg off.

“If I remember right, there is a wood worker in the town that should be able to make a new leg for me to use.” Shouta spoke. “We will figure that out later. For now, you need to be knocked out. Unless you want to feel the pain of the knife and saw cutting through your flesh and bone.” You told him as you sterilized the bone saw. “I think a nap would be a good idea.” He spoke. Hizashi then administered the chloroform and within a matter of minutes, Shouta was out cold. “You might want to take a walk as this will take a while and it will be unsightly.” You advised the first mate. He nodded and left the infirmary, taking a walk through the woods as you made the first incision.

~~~A few hours later~~~

You were stitching up the last of the wound when Shouta began to come out of the anesthesia. You numbed the area and watched as he woke up slowly. It was about this time that Hizashi came back from his walk, having found a wood worker in town that would be willing make a prosthetic for Shouta.

You prepared a glass of water and some bread for Shouta to eat when he was fully out of the drug.  You heard him grumble and try to sit up quickly.

“Sit up slowly. You’re coming out of the anesthesia. I have some bread and water for you if you’re hungry.” You told him. He nodded and looked at you then where his leg was. That’s when it hit him. His eyes grew wide and he ran his hands down his leg and he felt where the stitches were and stared at the place where the rest of his leg was. “It feels like the rest of my leg should be there but it isn’t. Am I crazy?” He spoke.

“No. That’s normal. I’ve read that some of the doctors back in England are calling what you’re feeling “Phantom sensation.” There be some itching or tickling feeling which is normal as well. I advise that you don’t scratch where the stiches are as that can cause them to come undone. I must wrap them up with some bandages but I thought I’d see how you’re doing.” You told him. He nodded and sat up slowly. You handed him the cup of water which he took and sipped at it before setting the cup down and laying back down.

“I’m doing alright. Thank you for asking.” He spoke as you wrapped a clean strip of cloth around his leg. 

“There you go. Now if you don’t need anything else. I’ll go clean out some of the used bandages.” You spoke, standing to leave. “Y/n. Stay for a moment, please. I want to talk to you since we haven’t in a while.” He requested. You sat back down next to him and let him hold your hand. “What did you want to talk about?” You asked as you looked back at him, staring into his eyes. “I want to know why you’ve been so distant since I lost my leg. Is it because you don’t want to be my mate anymore?” He asked. You looked surprised and shook your head. “No, its not that. I’ve been processing the past few weeks, that’s all. Its hard to find a place for quiet on the ship so I can think and process all that happened. The action of the Lieutenant… Dabi… whoever he is grabbing hold of me and pointing a musket at you, still has me waking up at night in a cold sweat.” You told him. He kissed your temple and pulled you a little closer.

“He will never touch you again. We can sail on the seas for eternity.” He spoke and hugged you gently. You cuddled into his chest and took in his scent which still smelled like the salty sea and freshly brewed coffee. That is when you broke down sobbing, clinging to his shirt and not wanting to let go. “Y/n, what’s wrong? Why are you crying now?” He asked as he made you look up at him. “All of the stress that I’ve been through, not seeing you for a full month, the lieutenant pinning me in the alleyway before you saved me, him holding me hostage as he held you at gunpoint, having to remove your leg. Its all been too much and I’ve had to keep my emotions to myself as I didn’t want to worry you or Hizashi or Recovery Girl.” You explained. “Don’t worry about that now. I’m still here. Not all of me is here but I think the important parts are still here, my love. I’m not going anywhere for a while. Its my turn to care for you while we are here, okay? Right now I just want for you just let it all out, okay?” He told you. You nodded and cried more, letting your body shake with sobs as tears streamed down your face. Shouta rubbed your back and reassured you that everything would be fine. He even told you that Hizashi had gone into the town to find someone that would make a wooden prosthetic leg for him. It was just a matter of transporting him to the prosthetic maker in the town so he could take his measurements.  This made you relax a bit and stop crying so he could wipe the tears from your eyes. You mentioned that the chef in the ship’s galley could carry him to the prosthetist. He didn’t like the idea at first but he eventually warmed up to the idea. You called Hizashi over to send a message for the chef to come up and help the captain out. The first mate was in the process of having a meal with the healer so things would have to wait until they were done eating.

Once the meal had been eaten, Hizashi ran quickly to The Lone Wolf to inform the chef of the situation and have him come up to the healer’s hut to carry the captain down to the town. Soon, you, the captain, and the first mate were all in the prosthetist’s clinic. You were looking at all the examples of the different kinds of artificial limbs there were. You didn’t know that there would be so many or even if something like this was available to Shouta at this time. You had read about pirates sporting a wooden peg leg in fantasy stories that you read as a child but you knew that Shouta wouldn’t go for the traditional prosthetic that other pirates had. He would want a leg that would resemble one closer to the leg that he lost. You kept looking around the clinic as the doctor got Shouta’s measurements and told him that the making of the leg would be about a week or so and he asked if Shouta’s ship would be able to stay in port for that time. He agreed and would let his crew know that they would be staying in the area for a while longer and that they would be able to have some shore time while they were stuck in port. There was a hospital in the town that The Lone Wolf’s crew would be able to stay at or they would be able to stay on the ship if they wished. With that, the Chef assisted the captain to the nearby hotel where he would be staying with you in one room and his first mate would be going back to the ship to deliver the news and stay on the ship there. The chef was happy to be able to try out the different delicacies of the area and possibly try some of the foods out on the crew to see if they liked them. Once you and the Captain were settled in a room in the hotel, the Chef left to investigate any of the local vendors and the local market for any exotic foods that he’d like to try. You were glad to finally be alone with your mate as you had felt your core waken after you had wrapped up his leg back at the Healer’s hut.  

Shouta’s dark eyes looked over to you as you laid yourself out on the bed and groaned in relief.

“Are you alright love?” You heard him ask. “Yes. I’m alright.” You responded. “Your scent says otherwise.” He told you as he propped himself up with one of his elbows. You glanced over at him and he gave you one of his alluring smiles that you knew had made other ladies swoon. You felt your face heat up and you hid your face in your pillow.

“I can tell you’re in heat, my love. I am here to help you if you want me to.” He offered. You relaxed and sat up slowly. “I wouldn’t mind. Its been a month since we shared a bed together and you claimed me as your own. I noticed the other day that the marks had been fading.” You told him. His eyes met yours and he nodded. “Alright. What do you need help with?” He asked.  You looked around the room. “All I know is that my core is aching and I want the pain of the ache to go away.” You responded. He held your hand and pulled you closer to him. “I’ll help you with that stubborn ache of yours. Just lay down and let me repay you for all the care you’ve given me these past few weeks, my love.” He told you and helped guide you to lay back down on the bed.

He kissed your neck gently and bit down where the mark was faded and made it new again. He then cared for you and your heat, sliding into you and thrusting back and forth, in and out, over and over, hitting that one spot that made you see stars until the both of you came and fell limp against each other, catching your breath before beginning the next round of intimate love making.

When the week had passed, Shouta had been alerted as to his prosthetic leg being finished and being called in to have the leg fitted to him and have him learn how to walk with it. The Prosthetist attached the leg to his appendage and helped him stand to his feet. He wobbled for a bit and cursed under his breath as he had to hold onto the wall for a while to adjust to the usage of the leg. The Prosthetist suggested that he use a type of cane so he could walk on the decks of the ship with ease and showed him a few samples of canes that he sold within his shop. The captain picked one out and paid for the leg and the cane, thanking the man and walking out of the shop on his own for the first time in a while. He walked to the ship and boarded the vessel, now addressing his crew as they all had surrounded him when he came aboard. They welcomed him back and asked him questions about the leg and how it felt. He reassured him that he was still fit to be their captain even though he had to have assistance from a cane. He stood proud in front of his crew, with you next to him, beginning to give out orders to get the ship on way to the next place and to the next adventure.

The End.

[mourningmythos]

• Yua •

Wanted to draw her in pretty outfits

I changed up her story a bit to where she’s a former Pro Hero and is now a counselor at UA. The last two drawings have Yua wearing her school counselor outfits before and after the battle. Keigo would absolutely try and discreetly fly to her office window and bring her lunch. But let’s face it, one of the students would likely see him. Also thinking way too hard about the alternate universe where she’s shipped with Touya/Dabi cuz damn I have issues

Hoping this reaches the right people because my break from the BNHA fandom is over and I miss you guys ✨

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