#I'm back in my dabi phase

[baby-tini]

UGH- Thinking about Dabi having suspicions that you're gonna leave him because you're being so distant, so he decides to confront you in his own... personal way. Which in turn includes him grabbing you by the throat and whispering hotly in your ear. Telling you that you can't leave, you fucking can't... or he'll have to kill you and... you don't want him to burn you alive, right? Princess... do you really want him to turn you to ashes doll?... No? He didn't think so. But oh you poor, poor, dumb little thing... just tell him why?... you know his secret? What secret dollface, he has many, you gotta be more specific. Oh- oh but the way his pretty blue eyes narrow when you tell him to... "Stop, you're scaring me Touya"

I'd like to thank @dabislittlemouse post about his s/o finding out he's Touya before he announced it for this post lol

[killxz]

02 ━━ 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬

Pairing: Various MHA x Fem!Reader

trigger warning(s): language, blood, violence

You pull your hood up, hiding your face in the shadows as you make your way through the dark alleyways, back to where the villains are waiting. Your mind races with the hero's words, but you push them aside. There's no room for doubt now.

As you turn a corner, you spot your fellow villains gathered near an abandoned warehouse. Dabi, with his trademark blue flames flickering around his hands, leans casually against a wall. Toga, ever the picture of chaotic glee, twirls a knife in her hand, while Twice, with his fractured personality, mutters to himself in the corner. Spinner, the loyal follower, stands guard, his eyes scanning the surroundings. Shigaraki, as usual, sits on a soiled couch itching away at himself while muttering words to himself.

"You're late," Dabi drawls, his eyes narrowing as he notices you. "Thought you might've decided to switch sides."

You shrug nonchalantly, masking the turmoil within. "Got held up by a sidekick. Nothing I couldn't handle."

Toga's eyes light up with curiosity. "Ooh, did you play with him? Was it fun?"

"Something like that," you reply curtly, avoiding her gaze. You never really liked Toga. "Let's just get back to base. I'm tired."

"You're tired?" Shigaraki skeptically repeats. "You're never tired."

"Well, maybe I'm just running low today." You snipe back.

Spinner signals the others to get up. "Boss wants a report. We shouldn't keep him waiting."

With a text sent to Kurogiri, a misty, purple portal materializes in the middle of the room. You lag behind the group, being the last one to step through the purple abyss. The familiar environment of the bar soon come into view.

Shigaraki moves to sit at the head of the bar table, his fingers drumming impatiently. "Report."

The villains give their statements, taking turns. You step forward when it was your turn, forcing yourself to remain composed. "Encountered a sidekick of Endeavour. He put up a fight, but I handled it."

Shigaraki's red eyes bore into yours, searching for any sign of deceit. "Handled it? What does that mean?"

"It means he's not a threat," you reply firmly. "But he did try to get under my skin, talking about redemption and all that nonsense."

A twisted smile spreads across Shigaraki's face. "Heroes and their foolish ideals. They never learn, do they?"

"No, they don't," you agree, though your heart isn't in it.

Dabi snorts, crossing his arms. "As long as you remember where your loyalties lie, we're good."

"I know where I stand," you say, trying to convince yourself as much as them.

Shigaraki leans back, satisfied for the moment. "Good. We have plans to discuss. The next phase is critical, and we can't afford any mistakes."

As he droned on about the plans moving forward, a headache bloomed between your eyes, hammering away along with the rhythm of your pulse. Nausea crept up in your throat, the bile stinging. You press your fingers on the spot between your eyes, hoping that it will mitigate the pounding headache.

You force yourself to focus on Shigaraki's words, but somehow the hero's plea echoes in your mind, creating a dissonant noise that clashes with the raspy voice of Shigaraki. Your head pounds, the pain intensifying with each beat of your heart.

"Are you even listening?" Shigaraki's voice cuts through the haze, sharp and accusatory. His eyes narrow, zeroing in on you with suspicion.

Your head shoots up and you blink, trying to shake off the pain. "Yeah, I'm listening," you mutter, but the words sound weak even to your ears.

Shigaraki's gaze hardens. "You better be. We can't afford any slip-ups, especially not now."

You nod, but the headache and nausea continue to batter your concentration. Dabi raises an eyebrow, clearly noticing your discomfort. "You don't look so good. You sure you nothing happened just now with the sidekick?"

"I'm fine," you snap, more forcefully than intended. The last thing you need is their doubt compounding your own.

Toga skips over, her eyes gleaming with a mix of concern and curiosity. "You don't look fine. 

Maybe you need some rest? Or maybe... some blood?" She licks her lips, the suggestion only half-joking.

You take a step back, raising a hand. "Just need some air," you say, turning on your heel and heading for the door. "I'll be back in a minute."

The night air is cool against your skin as you step outside, leaning against the dirty wall of the alleyway. You take deep breaths, trying to steady yourself. The hero's words continue to haunt you, mingling with the pounding in your head. 

You close your eyes, hoping for a moment of peace, but instead, a sharp pain stabs through your 

chest. You double over, coughing violently. Your hand comes away from your mouth slick with blood. 

Panic seizes you as you realize your Quirk is acting up again, the telekinetic energy tearing at your insides.

"Not again," you whisper to yourself, your voice strained. "Not now."

The pain intensifies, and you clutch at your chest, trying to suppress the erratic surge of power. 

Each breath feels like shards of glass slicing through your lungs. You stumble away from the wall, seeking a place to hide, but the world around you blurs.

Your knees buckle, and you collapse to the ground, your vision swimming. The pain is unbearable, and you can feel the telekinetic energy thrashing within you, uncontrollable and wild. It's pulling you apart from the inside. You cough again, more blood splattering on the ground. 

"Is your little quirk acting up again?"

You startle at the voice, spinning around to see Dabi standing in the doorway, his eyebrow quirked. 

"I-I don't know. It's been acting like this for quite a while now and I-"

Dabi interrupts you. "If you can't control your quirk, then you are of no use to us. Don't you know what happens to people who are not useful? I wonder what would happen to your friend if you're not there to protect them." His words made your blood run cold.

"I'm fine," you say, your voice breaking slightly. "I won't let it affect me."

Dabi studies you for a moment, then nods. "Fine. But if you screw up, don't expect us to take it lightly."

You nod, appreciating his bluntness even if it stings. "I won't screw up."

He turns to head back inside but pauses at the door. "Just remember where your loyalties lie."

"I know where my loyalties lie," you insist, trying to convince yourself as much as him.

As Dabi disappears back into the bar, you take a few more moments to compose yourself. The hero's words still echo in your mind, but you push them aside, forcing yourself to focus on the task at hand. You can't afford to doubt yourself now.

When you push the door to the bar open, it seems that the briefing was already over. With a sigh, you make your way to your room, if you could even call it that. It was a tiny space with a mattress pushed up against the side of the wall, a rickety table and a small cupboard. Despite the room smelling of mildew, it was home to you.

You collapse onto the mattress, not bothering to change, the pain still gnawing at you but dulled by sheer exhaustion. As you lie there, staring up at the ceiling, you can't help but think about the hero's words again. The idea of redemption seems laughable, but there's a part of you that can't entirely dismiss it.

You close your eyes, willing yourself to sleep. You need to rest, to regain your strength. The fight is far from over, and you can't afford to be weak. As you drift off, you can't shake the feeling that the hero's words have planted a seed of doubt, one that might just grow despite your best efforts to ignore it.

Tomorrow, you'll face whatever comes. But tonight, you let the exhaustion take over, hoping that sleep will bring some respite from the turmoil within.

[thenrctailor]

HUGELY OOC //

OMG SOS SOS

I'M STARTING TO GET BACK INTO MY MHA PHASE

FUCK YOU DABI 😭

[dashielldeveron]

HELPPPPP TELL ME WHY IVE ONLY NOW FOUND YOUR FICS AT AN UNHOLY HOUR IN THE MORNING AND HAVE SPENT THE PAST FOUR HOURS PORING OVER YOUR WRITING????

literally wasnt in a bnha phase atm when i got smacked in the head with the absolute DELIGHT that is your writing??!?! oh my GOD your writing is so delicious i was kicking my feet and had to put my phone down MULTIPLE times when going through shinsou's, monoma's, and dabi's part of the soulmate series and im Not Ready for aizawas or todorokis. what RIGHT do you have to make me have to stuff my comforter in my mouth to stifle my laughter as i clutch my phone in my hands and grin like a maniac at the absolute comedic gold that is your writing.

Your dialogue? masterful. i want to eat your writing because the interactions between characters seem so Real and Complex and in depth i am frothing at the mouth you dknt UNDERSTAND!!! And the fact the reader insert has a nuanced personality!!!! the snark and sheer Kindness from the reader in dabi's fic and TENDERNESS!!! HAD ME!!! SHAKINF!!! goddd you write tenderness and yearning so so well im going to be re reading your fics for the next couple years, actually. "shy boy" and "sweet boy" being used for dabi , , , im on my hands and knees you have no right!!! at all!!! to make me want to kiss the reader insert!!! hello!!!! what the fuck!!

AND MONOMA!!! MY BABYGIRL!!! HES SUCH A THEATRE NERD WHO WANTS TO PRACTICE AND SATISFY YOU BECAUSE!! TO SEE U BE UNRAVELED BY H I M --- NOT AN ABILITY HE MIMICKED FROM SOMEONE ELSE--- MAKES HIM SO SO WEAK. i have no words. best monoma character portrayal ive seen. hands down. im gonna die happy, actually.

also.

reader: wanna try sexting?

shinsou: no <3

made me cavkle so hard aksbjsbsbs i love that man sm

Oh btw!! may i ask what other chars you have planned for the soulmate au? i will be. frothing over whatever you put out nonetheless!! i hope you have a lovely day <333

four hours?!?!?! you could've watched gone with the wind in that time!!

yessss YESSSS get back into bnha!!! we want you back!!!! lol it's fab that you were reacting like that to thinking about the boys; i think that monoma would be kicking his feet, too, if he were reading about you!!! and shinsou would get so overwhelmed reading fluff about you that he'd have to take breaks, splash water on his face. if dabi read fic, he'd prob read the whole thing in one sitting, emotionless, but then have to go throw rocks at windows. whatever you're feeling, they'd feel, too

and yesssss dabi is shy/sweet boy bc that's what he is!!!! he's prob not feeling very shy/sweet in canon rn, but he'll remember eventually!! ohhhhhhhh monoma my beloved. GOD it makes me so happy to hear that you like him here. i love monoma soooooo much; i dislike how he's villainised in fic bc it's easy to, but i think he's so charming and devoted, both to his friends and to the bit. and based on 1-B's play at the festival, someone's a huge fuckin' nerd about LOTR and Shakespeare and stuff, and i think it would fit monoma well; he seems aware of the roles of characters in stories and overall storytelling, and LOTR/HP/Shakespeare are all about structure and word choice. i love him. i'm going to take him to therapy and make out with him in the car afterwards.

also!!! not that there's a "correct" order to read the routes in, but it sounds like you're reading them out of release order!!! which is great!!! i'd be FASCINATED to hear back from you after you read aizawa's chapter, bc that's where most of the tainted love lore is dropped--and aizawa's and shinsou's routes have pretty heavy overlap.

i'm writing shigaraki's right now, and then i have a route for [secret character], censored not bc he's the "true route," or anything, but bc he already appears in the story, and from my POV, it would sour his current scenes if we knew we had a route with him. these are the routes i have planned, and then i will either 1) let the fic marinate or 2) leave the fic "finished" but occasionally add "non-canon" routes for other characters and perhaps "fandiscs" for existing routes. considering i have lots of ideas for other fics, i'm leaning towards the first one, since i don't think i can commit to the latter right now idk

but ohhhhhh i love you. you are SO kind, and i'm so so so glad you're liking the fic!!!! i hope the rest of it is just as fun and that your day is peaceful!!!! xx.

[dabihawksluvr]

I have to say, the three characters I connect with the most are Izuku, Bakugou, and Dabi/Touya.

Izuku is a pretty easy one for me - he is my #1 comfort character, and for good reason. Mostly because I used to be exactly like him growing up. To put it bluntly, I was that weird nerdy poor kid in the back of the class who people loved to ignore. I never had any friends, and my home life was abusive. So, I started fantasizing about being a Magical Girl - to have the power to just magically fix all my problems, or at the very least fix everyone else's. I wanted to be loved, even if it meant I had to sacrifice my own happiness to make it happen.

Then, at some point, I went into a state of pure rejection. I basically became like Bakugou, always being angry and even sometimes a bully to others. Of course, I was never 'intimidating' to anyone so for the most part my anger was only seen when I had my meltdowns. I also tried to be more logical and try to make our situation better, but of course my mom fucked all that up in every possible way she could so I eventually just gave up.

Now, I'm in what I call my 'past Dabi' phase. I basically gave up on a lot of things in my life, even to the point where my own life became meaningless. I still have that seed of revenge in me, where I want my mom to pay for fucking up my life...but she's gone, so I have to deal with the aftermath of everything almost completely on my own.

[seiwas]

Ooh, I'm here for the top five game!

From JJK: Nanami, Megumi, Geto, Shoko, Yuta

From Bleach: Shunsui, Byakuya, Urahara, Renji, Rangiku

From BNHA: Aizawa, Bakugo, Iida, Shouto, Dabi

From Chainsaw Man: Aki, Kishibe, Power, Himeno (I know 😭, but I can explain), Makima (hear me out...)

I haven't watched Blue Lock, so I can't predict your faves. But uh, have you SEEN that Oliver guy? From what I know of him, he's a very charismatic womanizer. He's a problem (I have a thing for problematic characters)

lin!!!! so lovely to see you here❣️

jjk: nanami and megumi they r my 2 weaknesses lin truly 🥺 i have immense soft spots for them!! and suguru!!!! suguru i find soso interesting too and i’ve been trying to get into reading him as well bc so many of my mooties love him 🥺 and shoko and yuuta i love them!!! i wish they had more screentime 🥺

bnha: aizawa omff idk why but it feels so right for u to like him lik 😭😭😭 it just fits !!! i love him so much too 🥺 bkg and shouto are my babies!! and iida i think i had a phase for him once 😳🤧 and dabi omg touya bby !!!!! my heart aches for him immensely !!!! ive been wanting to read fic of him too bc i have a feeling i’ll love them 😭 and so many of my mooties love him too 🥺

bleach i haven’t fully watched but i did try to before!!! my attention span is so short i swear i pick things up then drop them so quick 🤧 aksksnxksn but chainsaw man!!! i’ve been wanting to watch for so long omg i hear it’s really good 😭 when i do watch it u’ll hear back from me !!!

i feel like ive briefly encountered some oliver fics omg 😭 but have no idea what he’s like aAaah he looks like a cross of toji and aizawa tho 😭😭😭

thank u so much for sharing these with me lin!!!! 🥹💓

send me ur top 5 from any anime or guess who my faves from blue lock will be !! let’s talk abt it !! 🥹

[sweetberry-roebuck]

Hey guys I stopped being into bnha like 2 and a half years ago and have only seen what's happening lately through posts on my dash from people I still follow from that phase (I never unfollow people lmao) someone catch me up on the lore. I know dabi is touya cause that happened on nov. 5th I think, but other than that I've just seen random out of context fanart and analysis posts and manga panels. No I'm not getting back into bnha I'm just curious. My most pressing question is Did They Kill Bakugo For Real. Also how r my old favorite guys Kirishima, Ashido, and Mr. Compress doing.

[tododeku-or-bust]

🍭

You didn't put the question 😭 i was so confused!

Why did i start writing?

I actually have two phases of writing 🤣

i ACTUALLY started writing back in 2014 for another fandom. I was one of those "write the book from the love interest's POV' people, and i got through 3/4 Hush, Hush books and two of my own. Flex a little 💪🏾 but essentially it was bc i wasn't seeing the plots i wanted to read. I scrolled through ALL of the Hush, Hush fanfic on fanfiction.net and i couldn't find the specific topic i wanted. So i wrote it, and i just didn't stop!

The second time was for tododeku, at the burnout end of the first phase. I figured, if everyone else could do it, why couldn't i? And there was a story i wanted to read (that to date, idc, is a better growth arc for Dabi lol Hori can bite me and he lifted from my video reveal idea!!) So again, i wrote it lol. And i kept going, throughout the fandoms i was in.

My major writing motivation is wanting to read something i can't find. Rather than complain that I'm not seeing it, i create it.

ASK GAME

[epickiya722]

Okay, seeing people saying Horikoshi's writing sucks now and whatnot made me realize that maybe this is his breaking point. I'm not joking.

Look, writing in general is not going to be top tier all the time. People, stop expecting it to be.

Especially, when during the eight years of creating a series, you get death threats, complaints, and all this other drama to the point that it will reflect on your writing because guess what? Your health is broken down.

I bet Horikoshi does feel super stressed nowadays and try to hold it together. I'm just saying, he probably didn't expect BNHA to be as successful as it is so this is new to him. BNHA is his longest story. He has done other works, but they're not acknowledged like BNHA is because they don't even run a whole year.

This is a guess, but maybe he's adjusting to having a huge series like BNHA. People don't just adjust to having a successful series in a snap, especially when their previous works don't be as acknowledged and whatnot. His previous work Barrage came out 2 years before BNHA was introduced. Barrage, like his other works, ran for a year. Just a year. Some of them just being one-shots. He didn't have to work with a lot because at the time, he probably had didn't feel he shouldn't work with a lot. When BNHA started, Horikoshi probably felt like "yeah, I want to take this on. I want to work with a lot more. I have a lot more confidence and I'm more comfortable".

BNHA has a lot of themes, a lot of characters and huge plot, okay? Yeah, this isn't nothing new. Stop acting like BNHA is the only series out there with a lot going on with it.

It is a lot to handle and because so, some details will be forgotten and things probably won't make sense. And there are some things I don’t like myself that happens, but give credit where credit is due. Horikoshi does have some good points with this series that are often overlooked because PEOPLE ARE THE WORSE. For goodness sake, the man draws hands like it's nothing and we all have had that phase of drawing characters with their arms behind their back because we're shit at drawing hands. And let's be honest, Dabi didn't even need a backstory before he got a huge fanbase. One look at him and girls were all over that.

As someone who does write as a hobby, I can tell you that when I get into my story, I do go overboard. I create a lot of characters and sometimes I have to jot down details to remember them and try to fit them in a plot. That comes from excitement.

Excitement Horikoshi and other mangakas, authors and artists probably felt when they finally get their work recognized enough to be big. Excitement that, over the years, become stress because "fans" do nothing but criticize, criticize and bitch and send death threats and call people slurs and names.

Horikoshi probably had bigger plans for BNHA, he probably had other plans for some of the characters and wanted to go a different route with some relationships but decided maybe it's high time to hang it up because "fans" only can seem to complain.

It's what a lot of you do nowadays with any series. You hold way too many expectations for a series and not go into it with an open-mind and decide to enjoy it for how it is and that you have entertainment so you won't be bored with yourselves.

Keep in mind, BNHA is also an anime and we all would be lucky if BONES didn't decide to give it a rushed ending like many other animes in the past have (Blue Exorcist, Rosario + Vampire, etc). So with an anime in the works, Horikoshi is also occupied with that.

I'm not saying he's the best guy or anything. Not saying everything he has going for BNHA is good. Again, there are some things that make me go "WHY?"

What I'm saying is, this fandom and other fandoms need to start looking at the creators like they're actual damn people. They're not gods and they're not perfect. They're fucking people.

They work on something and want to share it with the world, but oh my goodness what a shocker! People want it to be perfect! They want it to cater to them only because they're entitled.

If a story sucks, it sucks. If it's good, it's good. We can have our opinions. It's fine.

However, I think everyone needs to be reminded that time, energy, and money goes into big projects and can affect the health of someone.

It's like how people always want to ask fanfic writers "when are you going to update"? First, stop asking that. Second, uh... THEY'RE PEOPLE, TOO. They have families, jobs, days were they have to take a mental health break.

I honestly just hope once BNHA ends, Horikoshi just step away for a while and take a break. For anybody who does creative works, take a break and get yourself together.

It is unfair that people can't seem to enjoy anything anymore before criticizing about "problematic characters" or "this doesn't make sense". Just shut up! For goodness sake, there has never been a story or anything without its flaws! It happens but that doesn't mean to nitpick about it ALL THE DAMN TIME!

Have you ever thought that maybe people create things that make them happy and want to share those things because that they want other people to be happy?!

[sugarakis-p2]

Shigaraki's songbird ch2

art shared by Jaime Grant

You wouldn’t be on his radar if hadn’t stolen from him on a very bad day. When he kidnaps you he needs help, Kurogiri is super helpful, to keep you around but he puts up with it since you are such a sweet singer and screamer for him.

Sensei and Kurogiri are gone. Shigaraki needs to find a place to sleep for all of the LOV while making sure his darling is safe. He's slowly growing out of his gremlin phase.

Warning: Non/con yandere Shigaraki, fluff, lov being jerks, mild torture, threats and music.

@juuxo

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Shigaraki's little songbird was used to a low standard of living. But this was grim even for her.

When his Master was arrested, Shigaraki was worse before slowly getting better. Too damn slow, in her opinion. He forced her to share her prison with a bunch of total psychopaths. The house was shabby before, but these guys came in and thrashed the place.

"Hey, whaz yer name? Play something? This place is depressing. No, it's not! Best hideout ever!" The chaotic guy slurred to her drunk. She had already learned better than to ask what music exactly. She sighs and plays the entertainer on the rotting piano. Some know it as the ice cream truck song. That seemed to cheer him up, which was good because this one was always on the edge of a full-blown mental breakdown.

"Another!" he wept when others trickled back in. She sighs and plays another.

Aside from having one of the many weirdos crashing here at all times as her babysitter. They asked her to perform like a music monkey as a punishment. They try to take what she loves and warp it—jokes on them.

Dabi shows up out of the blue. He's not here often, but when he is, she hopes he makes a mistake like he did the first time and lets her escape.

The introduction was cold and quick when they first showed up.

"This is my songbird. Don't talk or look at her. Lock the door from the outside," Shigaraki growled, throwing a blanket over her. He tossed her some convenience store onigiri as he turned back to the group. She was confused as to what was going on. He never brought anyone here. Are these guys now living with her? 

Shigaraki never bothered to talk to her much. He spoke of nefarious plans to the group before dragging her to the only bedroom in the place. Calling it a bedroom is generous.

A few days later, Dabi shows up all swagger.

"Toga and Spinner are arguing," he announces to Shigaraki. Shigaraki snarls and gets up to check on it.

"Shiggy. I still want to talk about going out. I can earn some money for us. I'm so hungry, and I have been good," she begged before he left.

"Baby. I told you already. Your voice and body belong only to me. Don't worry. I will get you more food," he rasped. For a long moment, Dabi just stares at her in awkward silence.

"Do you have a name? I'm not calling you songbird," Dabi asked in his smoky voice. She jerked in surprise he was talking to her. She checked the door to ensure Shigaraki wasn't hidden in the shadows.

"Song," she says quickly. Dabi's eyebrows shoot up.

"Song, huh. So that's why he calls you his songbird. How cute," he says. When you don't respond, he chuckles, "Has you scared of him, doesn't he? What's your quirk? Is it a music quirk?"

She nodded and picked up her ukulele and played him over the rainbow.

"Weak quirk. No wonder he is terrorizing you. I have a soft spot for pathetic little birdies. So, I'll tell you what. If you can run out the front before I shut the door, you are free to go," he said with a cruel smirk. He was itching to slam the door on her face. 

He clearly didn't know about her real quirk. She wiped that smug look off his face as she kicked him in the balls before escaping. It didn't take her long to realize why there were bars on the windows of the rundown place before she arrived. The neighborhood was rough.

After robbing plenty of scumbags that thought she was an easy mark, she performed on the streets. The area five blocks away had good foot traffic with people looking to party. It was easy. Song normally liked earning with her music, but she was so hungry she turned to something she hated. Pickpocketing. 

Now that she thinks about it. She could have pickpocketed a key from anyone of those dirtbags back at the hideout. She thinks of this now as several shady characters start to surround her. They couldn't grab her here with all these people around. She had to think quickly before she finished singing.

"You know, I've seen a lot of what the world can do

And it's breaking my heart in two

'Cause I never want to see you, sad girl

Don't be a bad girl

But if you want to leave, take good care

Hope you make a lot of nice friends out there

But just remember there is a lot of bad everywhere

Oh, baby, baby, it's a wild world

It's hard to get by just upon a smile -♪"

When she finishes the last notes, she bows and thanks to the crowd. When the public dispersed, two of them tried to grab her. Using her quirk she went up the building. She couldn't go far, though, she was fast enough to avoid these clowns. It looked like she had disappeared. Song watched them from the fire escape.

"Dammit! I told you she was quick! She was right here," Dabi growled.

"He told us not to bother trying to grab her. She took her mini guitar and her change hat! He told us to give him a call when we found her," Spinner huffed.

"I'm calling Tomu-kun right now," Toga announced.

"Don't need to," Shigaraki rasped. He idly scratched his neck as he looked up and spotted her, "Little songbird. It is time to come home."

She looked down at them and shook her head.

"No way. Not without some rules. I need to be seen and heard. I don't feel that way living with you guys," Song states.

"Don't be a brat tonight," Shigaraki hissed. Touching the wall, she could see the decay crawl up towards her. She can't outrun it going up, blooming like a poisonous flower. She had to jump. Twisting her ankle falling in the arms of Spinner.

They had carried her back. Song handed over all her cash. The masked guy tenderly wrapped her ankle while Shigaraki went to buy supplies and over-the-counter painkillers. Song got up to hobble to bed. But not until Dabi grabbed her ankle.

"The boss gave me a dirty look and called me a fool under his breath. Things almost got heated. All because you are a little liar and tricked me. You are going to be Shigaraki's little music box. Making him happy while he turns your crank," he snarled and dug his thumb in. She screamed in excruciating pain that shit up her leg.

"My, that is a pretty singing voice. I think I like this tune. A piece of advice. Figure out a way to keep all of us in a good mood. You wasted our time looking for you," Dabi gave one hot last squeeze before leaving. She cried into the pillow until Shigaraki came back. Surprisingly, kind.

"Poor girl. I know it hurts. My little songbird broke her wing. It's ok. I will take care of you," he said, wrapping himself around her, "Sing that song you sang to those people. Wild world?" He asked, holding her close throughout the night and sleeping like a baby.

She ran her fingers through his greasy hair as he declared this was another one of his songs. Those are songs she can only sing for him. 

"There is nothing to eat. It's like I'm the only one working," Dabi griped.

"I can earn money. I was earning about thirteen thousand yen a night on that corner," She said when Shigaraki walked in behind him. She made a strangled little eep when he grabbed her and yanked her to her feet, dragging to to their room, and tossing her on the bed.

"I'm in a bad mood," he announces when he flops on the bed laying his head on her lap.

"Don't worry about a thing

'Cause every little thing gonna be all right

Singin': "Don't worry about a thing

'Cause every little thing gonna be all right-♫"

Song sang to him, stroking his hair. He must have washed it recently because it was soft and fluffy. He sighs, melting into her touch. The tension left his body.

"Sing me that one that makes me feel … sad and happy," he demands.

"You are my sunshine?" she asks. He nods. She never thought about the lyrics that deeply until she met him. His songbird was all about the rhythm and the beat. Her father had made her practice with a metronome for hours, day in and out. But when she thought about it, aside from its upbeat, the lyrics are about lost love.

When it comes to Shigaraki, the lyrics are meaningful because they affect his mood. He reaches in his coat and pulls out a cell phone. An indication that she had pleased him.

"I got you a present. Give your leader your cellphone," he orders. She eagerly hands him the phone. He has taken the sim out of it so she can use it as a music player. He synced it up, uploaded the music, and then decayed the phone.

She loves this. Song doesn't like thinking of the victims he picks up the phones from. But discovering new and intriguing music she wouldn't typically look for is fun. She giggled and bounced with delight while scrolling through a new playlist of Tom Petty remix folk music and Baby death metal. Things she didn't know existed until Shigaraki.

Crimson eyes studied her face. It could be the effects of her singing, but his heart flutters at her smile. He reaches out with the faintest touch with the back of his fingers on her cheek. She winces at his touch. His eyes are kind which surprises her.

"Don't try to manipulate the others. You have been punished enough. I will talk to them. Do you know why those songs are mine alone? Why I won't allow you to go out to earn money?" he asked.

Song sensing a trap, only shook her head and played dumb.

"Your voice is naturally beautiful and haunting. Like the tears of a ghost, they can be tears of joy or anguish, but one cannot deny the sound of tears. I get jealous and worried others will hear it and try to take you from me. Your voice plays through my head all day. I want more. It has been the only thing that eased my tortured soul," he said, running his thumb over her trembling lower lip.

"I think that is probably the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me," her voice wobbling. She grabbed Shigaraki's face, aggressively forcing her lips on his. Her tongue grazed his bottom lip, and he parted his cracked lips. This was the first time she had kissed him. It was different than his. Her kisses are slow, demanding, and sensual.

Deciding he liked it. And let her take the lead. Ever since he took her, there had been a change drifting on the wind. She showed him silence and that words have power. That's a lesson only he gets to keep. He felt heated by her sweet mouth, her warm tongue playing with his. Her gentle flavor lingered on his tongue. He fell back, pulling her with him.

Song pulled away, panting, chest heaving, and flushed. Shigaraki wanted her to sing for him in a different way now. Long pale fingers started to work their way under her shirt. His shy little songbird wrapped her arms around her chest, squeezing her thighs together to hide her wetness from him.

"So cute," he grinned as he tugged at her clothes. She knows she will take them off if she wants to keep them intact. She did, ever so slowly. His throbbing cock twitched at the sexy sight of her pulling her shirt and bra over her head. Her breast bounced from being freed.

His heart pounds harder when her face has no obstruction of her pretty features. Her hair cascaded like a waterfall. The tussling of her hair made her look like a wild pony needing to be broken. She kicks off her converse sneakers. Standing to take off her skirt, he stops her with two fingers hooking in the front and pulling her to him.

Her arms are back over her chest. Her eyes are watching, and she is biting her lip. This is another first. Usually, it is because she is shy. Now it's to watch him pull her panties and skirt down. He kisses and looks up into her eyes. He feels like he can down in the pools of her eyes. He rubs his face back and forth on her mons pas, inhaling her scent. She squealed, trying to step away from him. He grabbed her ass.

"I'll stop teasing. You can keep your knee-high socks on. Come here, pretty little songbird," Shigaraki beckons. She straddles his lap while he quickly undresses. He is about to free his cock when a stray thought interfered.

"Do you like sex with me?" He asked. Her eyes widened. Song looked like a deer in headlights, too afraid to answer and too scared not to. She started to tremble and quickly hugged her, "Don't cry. You can be honest with me. I won't get mad. I want you to like it."

"Well…..You are normally pretty rough. But it mostly is because you have a huge monster cock, and it hurts," she said timidly. He almost laughed in her face until he saw she was not joking. A part of him felt giddy. She thought his dick was big and painful. He picked up his cell and looked up what to do about that.

"Lay down and wait for me," he instructed, leaving. There was a chorus of "ew," then an argument that he should buy his own bottle. Own bottle of what? She wondered, shivering in the darkening room. Gooseflesh broke out on her arms and breasts. The nights have been getting cold. She pulled on his hoodie while she waited for him.

He came back with a huge grin. Shigaraki's heart stopped when he saw her in his hoodie. He clutched at his chest and panted. Her eyes widened, intimidated. She started to take off the hoodie.

"No! don't you dare," he pants. His blood feels like it is thrumming with need. The sound of his zipper coming down was loud in the silent room. His cock springs free, hard as a rock, as he pours lube over his length. Stroking his length to coat himself fully. She gasped because he had always been too quick to shove himself in. She never saw it until now.

He is as thick as a coke bottle. It's too heavy to point straight or up. She is shocked that he fits in her. No wonder she felt stretched and sore. It could be because he lost weight, but his member looked too thick, especially in contrast to his extremely toned abs and slim waist. She watched as his abs strained and flexed with each stroke.

"Spread your legs," he said gently.

He's fast as he places himself between her legs. Wide-open and ready for him. She is already wet, but he still pours more on her folds. His cock feels like it's burning with desire when he rubs his member over her tender bud. She moans her knees jerk with each glide over her clit. Shivers of pleasure travel up her spine.

"Do you like that?" he asks, jerking his hips and little faster when she nods yes. Lewd wet sounds of flesh rubbing mingle with her sweets sounds.

"Please. Fuck me," she moaned.

He is trying to be kind but hearing that drives him wild. It was permission, and he will take it. He notches his cock to her little hole. Pushing himself in deeply all at once, past her tight entrance, sliding achingly along her slick walls. He feels like steel as the head of his cock kisses her cervix.

She yelps in perfect pitch as her bliss and pain mix. He was letting her adjust to him as the article recommended. A light scrape of nails on his back sent a shudder of pleasure up his spine. Whimpering and twitching in the cutest way. Pressing down, he embraces her, kissing her along her jaw.

"Kiss me like before," is his breathy command. She wraps her arms around his neck. She was plunging her tongue in for a deep passionate kiss. His hips begin to buck lightly. Picking up the pace with each breathy gasp, pumping into her with delicious even rhythm. She was getting too hot. He helped pull off his hoodie. It should smell like her now anyway.

Her nipples harden as they brush his chest. Shigaraki loves the feel of her. Pulling away for air. He sees her pretty face, lips, and cheeks red with a high blush. Her eyes are growing dark and blown with bliss.

"You feel so good. Bend your knees and spread yourself a little wider for me," he requests.

She instantly does as he asks, writhing under him, jerking her hips to meet his cock with her greedy pussy. This was as good as the first time. No better. He has an epiphany. This is what sex is supposed to be like. He looks at her beyond lust in her eyes.

"What?" She asked, confused. Brow knitting him concern.

"Nothing," he moaned. Kissing his songbird more. He is not sure if he understood it himself. It was hard to concentrate on anything when her body sent tingles of pleasure through him. Got more excited by her sudden enthusiasm. Both groan in unison as he thrusts and grinds. Playing her body like his favorite instrument. Hard as a rock, watching her tits bounce, pressing down to capture a nipple in his greedy mouth,

"Fuck, you're so beautiful and perfect. You feel amazing, so god damn tight," he growls. Hips snapping faster, his balls taut, aching for release. 

"Ahhh…uh…ah," she gasped. Music to his ears. Her legs wrap and arms around him, nails digging in as he relentlessly pounds into drooling pussy. Her heels dug in his upper thighs. Beads of sweat form on his brow and back as heat spread over their body. He plunges into her core as his need builds. He is getting dizzy from the kissing. He loves the high feeling.

Each thrust created hitching gasps for air around his invading tongue. His girth slides along her silky walls, repeatedly hitting Song's sweet spot. It's pure euphoria as Song's pussy grips him. Doubling his stroke until she unravels on his perfect length. Feeling full when he bottoms out.

Arching up into him, she claws his flesh. He doesn't care as long as her body doesn't stop constricting and tightening on his dick.

She screams magnificently. Milking ecstasy from him with her pulsing walls. Her slick flesh is gripping him tighter than his fist. He snarls as the hardest orgasm he has ever felt in his life rips through him. Dipping in and out of her sweet cunt feverishly.

Nails dig into his muscular back as she writhes under him. Shivers of pleasure flow over both, crushing your pelvises together. A pathetic stifling whimper slips from her as his dick twitches and throbs, shooting hot cum in her. Her greedy cunt sucking all his cum straight from his tight sack.

Panting and trembling cock drunk. He smiles down, watching his songbird's chest jiggle with each shaky breath, feeling her toes curl against his skin. Heart thumping in his ears, sweat stinging his back from the new marks she left. He doesn't want to ever pull from her. He feels like she has melted into one with him. It felt right.

Shigaraki's cock softens, and he is starting to feel cold. As much as he wishes to stay, he must pull away. His load spilling from gaping hole, she whines, missing the feeling of fullness of his cock.

Pulling his songbird to his hot chest, holding her tight as he runs his fingers through her damp hair. He grabs a towel and wipes both of them off before pulling the blanket over them—a sweet husky tune dances to his ears as she sings him a lullaby.

"Birds singing in the sycamore tree

Dream a little dream of me

Say Nighty-night and kiss me

Just hold me tight and tell me you'll miss me

While I'm alone and blue as can be

Dream a little dream of me-♪"

He snuggles with her, kissing her shoulders, holding her tight.

"I promise I'll get you more food. My poor songbird has been roughing it for too long. Why were you homeless when we met? You have the voice of seraphim," He asked, drifting to sleep.

"My parents kicked me out when my quirk turned out to be speed based when they thought it would be music based. I didn't meet their expectations. It's impossible to pull yourself by your bootstraps. How can anyone when they are standing in the boots? Most times, what people need is real help and basic needs," she said cautiously. He nodded in understanding.

"If anyone other than my master helped me, I would not have the endless depth of hate eating away at my gut and flesh," he chuckled, touching his scares, "Your parents are stupid. You do have a music quirk. It's just based on rhythm and pace. You don't need one for your voice because it's already perfect." He yawned before drifting to sleep.

Silent tears streamed down her face. Shigaraki had given her a revelation. A guy who abused and held her prisoner understood her better than anyone else. He had made her feel safe, cared for, and good tonight. He is trying, which is more than she can say for anyone else in her life.

Sometimes all it takes is one night to fall in love.

[Writer's notes: I might have one more chapter in me but it will take a moment.]

[i-cant-sing]

Ok set scene reader is out for a bit talking with a political figure and kai is at the White House with the kids

Dabi and shiggy are playing

Himiko: .... *tugs kais shirt*

Kai: Yes Himiko

Himiko: can you play with me? Dabi and shiggy are playing sports but i wanna play tea party

Kai: Uh- idk where is your mother

Himiko: she isn't here can you please *puppy dog eyes*

Kai: sigh ok but i need to fet back to work soon

Later

Reader: I'm Bac- awwwweee kai you're playing with himiko

Kai in a tutu, tiara sitting at a play table: help

Himiko: HI Mommy isn't daddy pretty

Hmm, but you're wrong about the game they'd be playing.

First Lady walks in the kids playroom, only to see the room dimly lit with a lot of candles. "What the..." you quickly find the switch and turn it on, and you're unsure whether to laugh at the sight-

The triplets are wearing their Hogwarts robes, hood covering half of their faces, and they are sleeping on Kai's chest, who is lying on the floor in the middle of the room, his forehead having a big blob of ketchup.

You walked toward him, smiling at his content sleeping face, his arms wrapped over the triplets securely.

"You're back early." You jumped at Kai's voice, looking up to see his eyes studying you.

You sat down on the floor. "Yeah. The meeting ended earlier than I had expected to." You brushed Himiko's hair out of her face. "You seem to have had fun." You said, pointing to his forehead.

Kai sighed. "Yes, the kids decided to play doctor and then declared me dead when they couldn't find my pulse. They then decided to sacrifice me because Dabi said"what good is a corpse for?" and Himiko answered "sacrifice." and then they got tired and fell asleep on my chest- ah thank you, darling." Kai said as you pulled out a wipe to clean off the ketchup. "I am really concerned about their imagination. I think Himiko wants to be a Satanist."

You giggled softly. "Hmm, she may have wrote a couple of letters to Satan. I thought she misspelled Santa, but nope, she just wanted Satan give her some knives." Kai smiled at that. "Don't worry, I'm sure its a phase. Now, come on, you can give me the kids- I'll put them to bed." But as soon as you said that, Tomura woke up, and at the sight of you, tears started to well up in his eyes as it finally dawned on him that you had left him for a couple of hours.

Kai was quick to shush him though. "Its okay, mommy is here now. Go back to sleep." But when Tomura began wriggling in his arms, Kai held him firmly to his chest so that he doesn't disturb his siblings. "Y/n, why don't you sleep here for some time, just until Tomura goes back to sleep. Otherwise, he's gonna wake up the other two as well." You nodded and gently pushed Tomura back to Kai's chest, planting your palm firmly against his small back to reassure him that you're right there. Kai moved his arm under you so that you could rest your head on it, humming a soft lullaby that calmed your son.

After a couple of minutes, you'd fallen asleep too. Kai looked down to see a sight he'd never imagined, and yet was now fond of- his kids sleeping peacefully on his chest, and you napping just as contently with your head on his arm, face close to his.

He admired your features, memorising them to heart. Leaning down slightly, he kissed your temple softly.

Perhaps he should play with his kids more often if he got to have you in his arms like this after. Willingly.

[brightymir]

hi hi!! can i request platonic dabi,shiggy and toga(separatly) x fem! teen! reader who is depressed and how they help her? she is tired all the time,cries alone,doesn't sleep and takes her anger out of the enemies? have a nice day!! <33

𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐃𝐄𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 [ 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ]

cw: mentions of depression, eating disorder, anxiety, language, blood

characters: dabi, shigaraki, toga x fem!reader

a/n: i'm still trying to understand the (complex) personalities of the LOV so i'm sorry if my characterization is bad :( hope you'll like this, have a nice day as well <3

𖣔 dabi

he may act nonchalant and ignorant, but he notices all the things you do to yourself

at first, it doesn't phase him, thinking that it was just fatigue and desire to get things done

but then it starts to get serious

you barely eat anymore or go out of your room, only going on out during missions

so he realized that he needs to act, immediately

he knows your feelings, has felt it, and he almost let go but he knows he has something to accomplish, so do you

at first, he resorts to making sure that you eat enough, and that you get enough sunlight

he does this by joining you for meals even though he does not usually eat

and he pulls you to go to the park, even though he prefers hiding from the public eye

as for taking out your anger on the enemies, he lets you be, but he intervenes when you are at the point that you become too hyper

he steps in, and takes you to safety to help you control your emotions before going back to the site of combat

he makes sure you get adequate sleep, to reduce the tiredness you feel

and on the cold, windy nights, he'd run his hand through your hair, to lull you to dream land

he repeats his actions, until you slowly but steadily get better

and if you don't, he exerts more effort. even uses his personal time to just join you and provide companionship as you cry

he doesn't speak, but you know he's listening. you know he understands as he awkwardly rub your back slowly

dabi secretly cares, because even though he is indifferent, he doesn't want anyone to feel the emotions that used to swallow him

𑁍 tomura shigaraki

to be perfectly honest, he doesn't notice anything until kurogiri pointed it out

at first, he'd only point it out and tell you to gather your shit, because he doesn't want emotions getting in the way of missions

when your wellbeing declines dramatically, that's when he becomes a teeny weeny bit concerned, he can't have a member dying now, yknow?

so he forces you to eat, eat, eat but kurogiri tells him that it is ineffective when you throw up

so he resorts to patience

he tries to understand why this is happening to you, and spares some time to listen to your thoughts

and he becomes more aware and cautious about your circumstances

he lets you go bonkers when facing the enemy but steps in when you almost injure yourself

lets you play video games with him to occupy your mind and set aside the thoughts

(he'd offer you one of his hands to hide your face in when you cry, kinda musty but thanks ig shiggy)

cuts you some slack on missions, sometimes lets you sit out

he'd ask kurogiri to warp you and him to some good and peaceful places to ease your anxiety

is very patient until you progress and get better each day

but if his attempts fail, he'd subtly tell the others to look out for you too

when he's alone, he looks up the internet on how to make you feel better

tries to hire a private therapist to cure your depression, with your permission of course

tomura might be aloof and indifferent, but he cares for everyone in the depths of his heart. he'd like to provide a family for the lov, a family that the members were robbed of

𖣔 himiko toga

notices right away, and knows that it should not be taken lightly and needs immediate action

she won't point it out to others and like to keep it herself, to see what she can do for you

she'd observe you closely during meetings, either sitting across you or beside you to gauge your emotions and response

when your appetite begins to decline, she'd rack her brain to remember what your favorite food is and she'll try to make it

(fails and almost burns the hideout so she resorts to just ordering)

will eat with you

and do your hair afterwards, styling it to match her own

she'll also offer to help clean your room, while doing so, she matches outfits for you

goes out to the mall with you to relieve your stress and frustration, and also to get you some sunlight

lets you go on a rampage with enemies but she will step in when you lose your sense of rationality

also because you were getting drenched in too much blood, and even though it'd be useful for her quirk, she doesn't want to see you covered in blood

she stays with you whenever there's nothing to do, just keeping you company

listening to your rambles, complains, thoughts patiently

hugs you and comforts you with words as you cry on her shoulder

when you eventually get better, she will keep on hanging around you, because she didn't want you to go back to how you were

when her tactics fail and your mental health remains stagnant, she will talk to you to seek proper treatment

if you agree, she will always come with you during your sessions and check ups

if you do not wish to, she will understand and decide to keep a closer watch on you and always try to make you feel better

she'd always affirm you that you are not alone, and that she is always there for you

himiko is very patient and is a very good companion. she will patiently and carefully rid of the dust and dirt that you are in, pick you up from the muddle, making you shine again like the precious gem you are

additional a/n: a gentle reminder that depression shouldn't be romanticized and we cannot fully depend our mental health on a person. writing this, i am reminded once again that a lot of people are going through difficult circumstances and our health, no matter the aspect, can decline so much. to whoever reads this, i want you to know that you are not alone in your battle. there will always be people who are ready to stay and accompany you in facing life's challenges. my inbox is always open if you ever need someone to talk to or someone that will listen. you are loved and important, please always take care of yourself ♡

© 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐘𝐌𝐈𝐑 2021 - all rights reserved. please do not repost, plagiarize, translate, or share my work on other platforms. thank you.

[writersmorgue]

asking bnha characters their pronouns on live (pt. 1?)

BAKUGO

"No, All Might is not the best hero, FUCK you..." Dynamight rolls his eyes as he ties up his bootlaces, "I am, he's a close second." He squints, picking up his phone and setting it down on the edge of the roof he's sitting on, the sky a beautiful orange in the background.

"What are my pronouns..." he mumbles, eyes tracking the comments on his Livestream, "he/him, though if number/one were a pronoun that would be it." he snickers, "Oh, grapelord you don't like pronouns?" He fakes a pout, "Get fucked." Flipping off the camera, he blocks the account just before an explosion goes off in the near distance. The live ends immediately.

MIDORIYA

"Thanks for the donation endeavorhater360!! That goes straight to my good friend Hanta, also known as Cellophane's, hospital fund! We're so excited to see these new, improved hospitals with the best staff and equipment go up all around th- OH yes I do love soba I was just teasing Shouto in that interview- no I don't think endeavor is terrible I was just reading the user- well if I had to say I do think he could work on his- oh pronouns!! That's a good question! I go by he/him but anything is fine! I don't really mind!" Deku grins, continuing his ramble as he bench presses a 700-pound weight. His forehead shining with a thin layer of sweat, "Thanks for asking!"

SHOUTO

"Who is my favorite villain? What an odd question I'm a pro hero why would I have a favorite villain?" Shouto looks around the room he's in quickly, then leans closer to the camera, "Dabi, although you can probably guess why I'm biased." He looks at the comments and smirks, "notdabi says 'if it makes you feel better you're my fav hero too' well, notdabi, i'll keep that in mind." He continues to scroll up through the comments for a minute, occasionally blocking endeavor stan accounts, then stops on a question regarding his preffered pronouns, "Hmm, no one's asked me that on live I suppose. He/they but they are in my bio. Thanks." He continues scrolling.

OCHAKO

Uravity pauses her actions, several piles of manga halting midair where she had been organizing them by title, "OH!!! What a good question!" The books continue moving as she peels her eyes off the screen to continue working. "I like she/her or he/him pronouns! they/them is fine too but I don't identify with it as much. Instagram just added that feature I should probably add that! I always forget." She giggles, causing the books to vibrate with her motion. "Make sure to ask if you're not sure! Misgendering is a big issue amongst pro heroes especially with the gender norms we have in place and don't even get me started on costume requirements," She rolls her eyes, "But this is supposed to be a relaxing stream so I won't get into it now."

KIRISHIMA

"And that's what I looked like in middle school!" Red Riot flips the printed photo over to look at it, "Man I was going through some shit. Heavy in the emo phase too. Don't get me wrong emo people are the best, it just wasn't who I was really. MCR still slaps though."He sighs wistfully, "Well I think that's all of that album but I do have some high school photos with Dynamight, Pinky, Cellophane, and Chargebolt if you wanna see those!" He eyes the comments gauging his audience's response. "What are my pronouns... OH, that's the she/he/they thing right? I'm super he/him but I know a lot of heroes who arent cisgender I believe is the term, so be sure to ask!" He hits his knuckles together in his signature pose. "Alright onto embarrassing my friends-"

MINA

"He said WHAT?! Oh, that boy is dead-" Pinky growls as she slams her file back on her freshly manicured nail. "If he weren't like a brother to me, Eijirou would've been a victim of these hands years ago." She sighs, "I swear it's like he-" she looks at the comments, nodding vigorously along with one, "YES exactly!!! Like a cute puppy who doesn't understand that peeing on the carpet is bad. Actually- She snorts, "That reminds me of this one time in third year where he-" She looks back to the comments, "OH they/she babe thanks for asking! Anyway he got SUPER drunk, sorry Aizawa-sensei, and was crying onthe common room couch because he saw a bird shit out of a tree and thought it was an egg that fell to the ground-"

[aizawasdumbwhore]

One Night Stand - Dabi x Reader NSFW

A/N: This is so unrealistic but who cares. I'm in my Dabi phase right now. This might be trash because I thought of it real quick but regardless I hope it's good. Also to me, Dabi smokes idc idc. probably some errors, i tried to proof read it. I'm sorry it's short

Summary: When you accidentally meet Dabi in a dark alley, things take an unexpected turn

Word Count: 1,297

Warnings: public sex, unprotected sex, sex with someone you just met?, low-key aggressive, choking, being held down, with consent tho, smoking, angst, cursing, degrading (being called slut, whore, etc), pet names (doll, pretty, etc), begging

You didn't know how you ended up here, in a alley way late at night with some boy you just met. Jet black hair, piercing blue eyes, and scars all over that you wish you knew the story on. You'd never ask though of course, you'll probably never see this kid again. You wanted to know just to know, but you didn't care either way.

"What's a pretty girl like you doing around here alone?" He was smiling. A smile with intent behind it, and not an innocent one. You were sitting on the concrete steps going into a side door of a bar. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. One went to his lips and the other he was handing to you. You didn't normally smoke but you couldn't deny him either.

He kneeled down to your level as you grabbed it from his hand. A small blue flame sparked at the tip of his pinky, lighting the cigarette for you.

You smiled, "That's cute."

"It's a cool trick, huh?"

"Yeah," you chuckled, "really classy." A pink blush spread across your cheeks as you gazed into his eyes. You'd never admit that to him though. His ego already seemed big enough. The moonlight hit his eyes in just the right way that made them shine and glimmer. They were truly enchanting.

He smirked. "I save it only for dolls like you." It was a stupid line. A really cheesy and stupid line. But for some reason you loved it.

"I'm charmed. Truly, I am," you said with a bite of sarcasm. "I'd be more impressed if you put more action into it than words." His eyes widened as if he was taken back by your comment. This was not normally you.

"Are you tempting me?"

You gave him the same devilish smile as he gave you before, which he took as a challenge. He shifted forward and pressed a soft kiss against your lips. It was light at first but then he pressed into you. He crawled forward between your legs as the kiss got intense. Was this really happening?

You leaned back, propped up by your elbows, as he slowly made his way on top of you. With each passing second, the kiss got more and more passionate. You felt his tongue run along the bottom of your lip. In response you parted your lips and your tongues met in a dance.

By now, he had you flat on your back and with himself on top of you. The concrete was rough and hard beneath you but that was the least of your concerns. You wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him in, desperate for some kind of closeness. He pulled away from your lips to pepper soft kisses on your cheek, down to your jaw, finally to the sensitive spot on your neck. You inhaled sharply when you could feel the soft sucking sensation. Surely that would leave a mark.

His hands made their way to your breasts. He fondled them through the fabric. Dabi pulled away from your neck and lifted your shirt over your head. You unbuckled the back of your bra and he pulled it off, leaving you completely vulnerable. You couldn't even catch yourself in the moment before he wrapped his lips around your nipple and sucked while his hand played with your other one. He rolled it between his finger tips.

A few minutes passed, his hand slid down your panties, thumb softly rubbing circles over your clit. You let out a soft sigh. "Getting flustered so easily already?"

"N...n...no," you stuttered.

He didn't say anything, just smiled. One filled with ego and confidence. His lips met yours again as his fingers collected the wetness from your pussy. Slowly, he inserted one finger in and curled. Your arm wrapped around his neck, hand tugging at his soft hair. It was so difficult to keep in your moans when he inserted another finger.

"I wanna hear you, pretty," he said with one final, and aggressive, curl. You couldn't help it. Your lips parted and you let out a quiet moan. "Louder," he begged and you obeyed. You couldn't help but give in to his demands. His fingers developed into a quick and hard rhythm that had you withering beneath him. "Are you afraid someone will catch us? A pretty slut like you would love that, wouldn't you?"

The fact you barely knew this guy and you were touching each other in a public alley was the hottest part of the whole ordeal. He was attractive, confident, and he sure as hell knew what he was doing.

"I asked," his voice full of sternness, "wouldn't you?" His hand wrapped around your throat and tightened slightly. Not enough to choke you but enough to have difficulty breathing. You nodded your head in response, hoping he'd accept it. "Use your words."

"Y...yes," was all you could spit out.

"Good girl." His voice was low and husky. It sent shivers all over you body. "I'll show you just how much of a slut you truly are." He slowly slid off your bottoms, pants and panties at the same time. He fingers were hooked in the hems and once they were off he threw them to the side. He took off everything else on him, kicking them away as well.

He leaned over you, one hand propping himself up next to your head and the other aligning his cock with your entrance. For a brief moment it rubbed against your clit and sent a shock through your stomach. You didn't realize it but he heard the sharp gasp you let out. He loved it, wanting to hear more.

"You're so needy," he muttered with satisfaction, "I need you to beg for it."

It was embarrassing the way you obeyed him. Without another demand, he had you pleading for him to fuck you. And he loved every moment of it. Listening to how desperate you were for him, knowing you wanted him so bad.

His hands wrapped tightly around your wrist. You could feel your heart beating out of your chest with excitement every thrust. It wasn't long before you were a moaning mess. You threw your head back and bit your lip in attempt to quiet yourself. But Dabi wanted to see how much further he could push you.

He took a break from your wrists, took both your trembling legs, and draped them over his shoulders. The first thrust in was ecstasy. Every moment had him hitting that oh so sweet spot. One hand returned to your wrist and the other held your chin.

"Don't look away from me, look me in the eyes," he growled. His crystal blue eyes looked into yours with so much passion and intensity.

"I... I'm... I think I'm gonna..."

"Cum for me, doll." With that, you hit your high. You free hand scratched down the side of his arm, back arched and moaning. He leaned down to place a kiss on your jaw as he let you ride out your orgasm. His pace slowed down before slowly sliding himself out.

Now that you weren't blinded by the rush, you felt a bit embarrassed.

"Ah, don't give me that look. I had a good time."

"I didn't even get your name." You scrambled to grab your clothes and put them back on, looking all around to make sure no one was around to see you. He jumped as he struggled to put on his pants.

"Dabi," he said as he clipped his buckle. He came over to give you one last kiss before walking away, pulling back with a smug smirk.

Surely, you'd never see him again.

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[izukuisbaby]

Is it ok If I @ you in something that reminded me of your Dabi smau?

PLEASE DO, I'm kind of getting back to my dabi phase

[noyasboxdye]

Alright, maybe hcs of dabi with a switch poc boyfriend?

What his kinks are, what happens between y’all, how you met, and so.

Could be fluff and smut

Notes: I'm going thru my dabi phase again... maybe send help i think. the warnings kinda sound like it's gonna be angst but it isn't i swear :) i made so many of these for the fluff omg. Edit: @boytouya i forgot to tag you b4 i posted this. And i didn't proofread it b4 but i just did.

Header & Divider creds: @cutestsaiki & @gukgon

Word count: 1,033

Pairing: Dabi x poc! male! reader

Warnings: ooc dabi obviously, mentions of anxiety attacks, edging, switch reader/dabi, mirror fucking (?), praising, degradation, exhibitionism, marking

Fluffy hcs:

he loves you so fucking much oml

no bc he's actually whipped it's so cute :(

he rubs ur tummy and your head a lot

if you get headaches/migraines he does everything he can to help

he makes sure you have at least 2 meals and a snack every day

same with water

he really likes forehead kisses. he does them all the time

whenever he leaves the hideout or you guys' house he makes sure to tell you he loves you and to kiss you.

even if you're sleeping he still makes sure to tell you.

he really enjoys being the little spoon

when you guys sleep together he always rests his head in ur chest.

he'll wrap your arms around your waist and nuzzle his head into either your chest or neck while you play with his hair or rub his back.

if he wakes up with his head on your neck he'll kiss and bite on it.

when he cant cuddle with you in bed he'll rest his head on your thighs. or shoulder depending on where you are.

he likes it when you sit in his lap

he dances around the kitchen with you. his mother made him learn ball dancing classes so it's usually that.

if ppl are mean to you about anything he's on they ass in .5 secs

he doesn't use his quirk on you bc he's scared he's gonna burn you BUT he does have a naturally high body temperature so that's usually what keeps you warm

despite his body being warm his hands be cold asf. like he just came from outside in 5-degree weather (Fahrenheit)

(aimed towards blk ppl) he likes to watch you do twist outs and shit

(aimed towards blk ppl) he likes ur hair in a fro/twist out. he prefers you w/ ur hair like that than anything else. but he doesn't complain either way.

when you first started being physically affectionate with him you started with holding hands.

his hands used to sweat a lot about it bc of how nervous he was.

he feels bad that he can't leave the house a lot. he feels like you deserve better

he almost pissed himself when he met ur parents/parental figures.

like was shaking and sweating about it.

your mom liked him first. your dad was mean at first.

he threatened dabi that he would fuck him up if he hurt you.

then he started being nice after dabi said he was tryna marry you and whatnot

when he did propose he was stuttering and shit.

he wanted everything to be perfect so he didn't let anyone help.

he has nightmares a lot so when he does he won't wake you up (on purpose) he'll just put his head back on you

Smutty hcs

he like waking you up/being woken up with head.

he created fucking in front of a mirror

he has a mirror over your bed and as your headboard

sometimes when he's dom he'll let you fuck him instead of the other way around

he doesn't praise you during sex often

unless it's like him calling you a pretty slut/cocksleeve then no compliments <3

he's not the overstimming type. he likes to edge you instead

he has a daddy and master kink

he gives you huge ass marks on u neck. and sometimes most times he won't let you cover it. especially when you're around shiggy

he fucked you in front of shiggy once because he heard him moaning your name while he was beating.

he likes sexting you/sending nudes while ur out/at work

he's the type to send a nut vid w/ the sound on <33

he's such a whore for you omg

he absolutely loves being dommed by you he just doesn't know how to say it.

usually, when he's the dom and horny he just fucks you but instead, he has to ask for you to fuck him.

which makes him very nervous.

he likes being collared. especially the special ones that have "slut" and things like that on them

when he's close he begs. even if you don't make him beg to cum he still begs.

he's very shy during sex when you dom so he'll cover his face with his arm and start blushing really hard.

he whimpers a lot.

he likes being marked, whether it be hickeys or bruises from holding his hips too tight he's a whore for them.

will look at them in the mirror and just admire them.

he enjoys being praised. and he really loves being called your good boy.

he's not very bratty. he doesn't like it when you don't call him a good boy so he tries his best to be a good boy.

but when he is a brat it's really bad.

you're a very patient person when it comes to him and he knows that so he takes advantage of it

he'll flirt with your friends and his friends and taunt you about how little your dick is and how you couldn't fuck him properly much less dumb even if you tried your hardest.

he ends up crying 20 mins in...

he came a few times untouched and simply from your words

then he came like three times when you jerked him off.

then god knows how many times he came while you actually fucked him.

he really likes calling you pet names (daddy/sir/master/etc.)

he's so possessive.

he thinks about you making your friends watch you fuck him often. he would never tell you about it though because it's embarrassing