#dabi is also sounding like a choice

[outlying-hyppocrate]

the will wood brainrot is strong i see

it most certainly is. i have not listened to other music since before the new year. send help

[cheshirebitch]

Here me outtttttttt, Alastor or Lucifer (your choice) with a reader who has dabi’s power from MHA🫢

This actually sounded so good that I HAD to immediately put this power with Lucifer. I love that depressed duck man. I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it!

𝔹𝕦𝕣𝕟 𝕄𝕖 𝔹𝕒𝕓𝕪

Lucifer x Reader (with Dabi’s powers)

As an overlord, you become used to people offering to team up with you, threats and attacks, and finding people to make contracts with. I normally was categorized as one of the “better” ones to have your soul sold to, unlike the Vee’s. Alastor was the one below me, but still wasn’t the best with how he treated his poor souls under his contract. What really scared people was when they heard why I was in hell instead of heaven with how I treated other souls here.

I died in an ironic way, burning from my own arson. My abuser was caught with another victim, but didn’t face any consequences for his actions. Therefore, I made sure he did by burning his home down while he was sleeping in it. I knew I would face murder charges and never see the sun again, so I burned inside with him, holding the door shut to the bedroom after nailing his windows shut. Due to my arson crime, I was sent to hell with the “gift” of blue flame. It looked beautiful but burned anyone who came too close. I was currently in a meeting with the overlords, playing with my blue flames on my fingers when Valentino came up to me, Lucifer watching from behind.

“So, how much did you say for Angel Dust’s soul?” His shit eating grin sparkling with the golden tooth. A polite smile twitched before I calmly responded.

”I would like to simply have his contract under myself instead of you with a buy-out price of the soul of Velvette’s.” I smiled with lidded eyes watching his cocky attitude melt away. All he knew was that I was interested in buying Angel Dust’s soul from him, never knew with what.

“Velvette didn’t sell her soul?” He sounded unsure as he glanced over my shoulder to Vox and Velvette waiting by the door to leave.

”You really think she had those powers when she came down here a couple years ago? You really are foolish.” I went to turn around, making Valentino panic. He gripped my arm, burning his hand instantly with my blue flame. My eyes were glowing an electric blue as the blue flames replaced my hair, flickering in the air. Valentino pulled back, holding his hand and looking in fear. He immediately fixed his tone, switching to an angry one.

“You bitch!” I was quickly losing my temper with how he was acting. If I slipped up and let my anger take over, I was doomed to explode blue flames everywhere. Lucifer was watching still from behind Valentino, ready to step in if I looked any more agitated than I already was.

“Do we have a deal or not, Valentino?” I stressed with my eyes and hair a flaming blue, the King of Hell already cutting off his current conversation. Valentino looked like he was actually considering taking my offer but was still angry with my skin burning him.

“Fine, I will release Angel Dust under you if you release Velvette to me.” My hand stuck out quickly in front of him and I made sure to burn his hand again, scarring one of his fingers as a reminder of this deal. Permanently burned into his memory that I was not a friend but an enemy that will always have the upper hand. Lucifer was by my side watching Valentino shake his hand violently in pain, hissing out curses. Vox and Velvette also joined, Vox aggressively inspecting his hand.

“What did you do?” Velvette started accusing me, pointing a finger in my face.

“We traded you.” I spoke simply as Lucifer caught up on what was going on.

I met Lucifer two weeks ago, outside of the professional setting, when Charlie and Vaggie asked for my help on something. They were referred to me by Alastor and Rosie, saying I was the only one with the power to get Angel Dust out of his abusive contract with the Vee’s. Lucifer had the power too, but it would cause an uprising. Of course I agreed for many reasons. But, it also got me involved in her hotel idea. I didn’t mind at all since it got me to become closer to Lucifer, even though we only met outside of meetings a couple times now.

“Who did you trade Val?” Vox grabbed his shoulders, getting in his face while his voice distorted with his anger. Lucifer glanced at me, silently approving of the accomplishment for his daughter.

“Listen, what’s done is done. You can’t undo it and it was his choice. If you have a problem, handle it outside of here.” He ushered the rest of the overlords out of the meeting room, shutting the door with both of us still inside. I took a couple deep breaths knowing I needed to calm down before I blew a fuse, literally.

”Did you get it?” Lucifer turned around, taking long strides to close the distance between us. He was smiling excitedly, enough that I felt like his eyes were stars. My laugh slipped out before I look at him, feeling comfortable.

”Did you doubt me? Of course I have his contract now. It cost me one of my upper hands over the Vee’s but anything is worth it for your daughter and her dream.” I smiled at Lucifer, holding my palm out to show a miniature Angel Dust in my blue flames form. I closed my palm when he leaned in a little too close for my comfort. I didn’t want to burn him.

”I still can’t believe you even had that girl’s soul!” I watched him take off his white hat, placing it calmly onto the table where we all gathered just a few minutes ago. My fingertips glided over the glass top, melting the glass slightly. The feeling of it melting and the smell of char forced my reflexes to kick in, pulling my hand away before I damaged it more. Lucifer, of course, noticed how it was molted now.

“Do you always get hot when you’re mad?” He spoke casually before turning as red as the apple on his hat. Immediately stuttering and waving his hands dismissively, realizing how it sounded. I watched him stutter through an explanation of what he meant with an upside down smile.

”I- uh- I- I didn’t- ha ha- I meant temperature. Anger causes high temperatures.” I laughed, deciding to put him out of his embarrassing misery.

“Thank you and yes.” I flicked my fingers to show the tips of them lit with the blue flame. Lucifer looked enchanted by the flames and before I could stop him, he reached out and touched them with his bare hands. I tried putting my flames out but what I noticed stopped me dead in my tracks.

”Why aren’t you being burnt horrifically?” I watched as my flames licked his skin, not burning it to a crisp. Lucifer watched as his hand held my flame instead. Truly, it astounded me considering no one could handle my flames, absolutely nothing could. What made it worse was trying to keep myself under control as I felt Lucifer’s hands softly graze my own. I didn’t know if it was just the fact that no one else has been able to even touch me without being burned by the heat of my body, the way the flame reflected in his golden and crimson eyes, or maybe it was the way I couldn’t ever keep my eyes off of him in the first place. Especially working with him outside of professional work, I have been able to look at him as more than just someone higher than me.

“It really is a beautiful flame.” His eyes were so enamored by it, he didn’t even get embarrassed or nervous. It was like we both were lost in something truly breathtaking, him with my unique flame and myself with how he looked illuminated by it. Lucifer glanced at me twice before he completely looked away from the blue flame on each of my fingertips. Gentle pale fingers pushed a hair out of my face, blue flames that were pieces of my hair. My hair and eyes were fully enflamed. I was increasing in temperature, which was dangerous considering the last man I thought I could attempt something with, was burned alive after our first kiss.

”You really are something, (Y/n).” He knew the right words to say to win my heart, but the wrong one to not make me burst into complete flames. What surprised me was how he still was able to hold his hand to my cheek.

“Seriously, how are you doing that?” I nervously laughed, awaiting for me to set the King of Hell ablaze.

“What do you mean?” He furrowed his brows, absentmindedly still holding my cheek. I could feel myself burn hotter from it.

”Everyone else who has even stood too close to me when I was like this, were burned to a crisp.” Maybe that was too blunt. Did I just scare him away?

”Wow! Really? That’s actually really interesting. Can you burn hotter?” His eyes were full of curiosity like a child. This man was really crazy if he expected me to try and kill him. I closed my eyes and took a couple deep breaths to extinguish myself.

“Too far?” He laughed nervously, pulling his hand away from me.

“I don’t feel like trying to kill the King of Hell today, I’m sure Alastor would love to do that though.” I teased, attempting to distract the poor thing from being too self conscious. I must’ve hit a nerve though, triggering a rant instead.

”Don’t get me started on that wannabe!” He rolled his eyes and took a couple steps, gaining me the moment and space to clear my thoughts better. Deep breaths, I need to take deep breaths and stop letting a man who probably doesn’t feel the same fluster me like that. I stood up and fixed mty outfit, smoothing my appearance out. By the time Lucifer turned back around, I had myself looking sharp and proper.

“He has been provoking me on purpose! You saw how he acts with Char Char! It’s like he only wants to act like her father figure just to get under my skin.” He ran his hands down his face. Metal glistened in the light, catching my eyes rather efficiently.

Oh. That’s right.

”Speaking of Charlie, I should probably head over to the hotel to pass along the news that I was successful in her request.” Averting my eyes from the man in front of me, I felt the choking reality that he was probably still in love with his extremely long term marriage partner and mother to his only child. I sucked a deep breath in before flashing a small polite smile.

”Oh, yeah. I’m sure she will be excited to hear the news.” I felt the room turn into an uncomfortable atmosphere. I looked at him in pity before sighing and sitting back down.

”Can I ask you a personal question?” I crossed one leg over the other, motioning for him to take a seat.

“uh- sure…?” He sat down, crossing his legs and leaning back fully in the chair. He was rolling up his sleeves then he ran his hands down the arms of the chair before gripping the ends in his hands nervously.

”Why do you still wear the ring? I think we both know she isn’t coming back, sweetheart.” Maybe that was also too blunt but I think he might need a shove into reality. He has been kind of in limbo for seven years. Last I checked, even Charlie had come to terms that her mom wasn’t coming back, at least not any time soon. I have had extensive conversations about it with her, even helping her realize her feelings of abandonment were valid.

“I don’t know.” He looked lost and his fingers traced over the metal, sliding it off. I stuck my hand out and stared at him, not once looking at the metal itself. He held it tighter in his hand before seeming to realize something internally.

”Lucifer, you need to let go at least enough to take care of yourself. It really isn’t healthy to hold on to something that is only causing pain and misery, now is it?” He looked defensive at first before blinking it away, replacing it with defeat and placing the ring in my hand. It instantly melted to liquid before I delicately morphed it into an “L” pendant with a thin chain. I may have helped him make the first step, but I wasn’t about to get rid of something so familiar to him. He would have to make that decision himself one day, I just nudged him in the right direction. Especially if he is still in deep love with her.

”I can give it to Charlie, see what she thinks the ‘L’ stands for. If she chooses me, that’s great, but if she chooses her mother, that’s also great that she can find it in herself to forgive her.” He hesitated, holding the chain.

”I don’t think I can ever forgive her for it, nor want to.” His eyes looked back up to mine, holding the gaze as he whispers, “I’m actually okay with her being gone now.” My brows furrowed as I waited for him to elaborate.

”I would’ve never had the chance to notice a beautifully complicated woman.” I felt my face burn, along with my whole body. I couldn’t control the high temperature and involuntarily burnt the chair completely before I was able to put myself out.

“I’m sorry, I can get a new chair!”

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Passing Peonies - Post War Touya Todoroki - Part III

When the war ended, Midoriya Izuku had proven one thing: That Villains did not need to be killed to be defeated. That you could make friends from enemies.

Touya Todoroki, formerly known as Dabi, had been one of those taken into the rehabilitation program. After one year of intense physical and psychological therapy, he's got the chance to prove himself. To prove that he can be a part of this world.

Complete fic length: 30.600 words - Masterlist

Warnings: poor mental health and resentment against past actions is mentioned, burn scars etc. as well. There is angst but this is mostly soft Touya coming back to his family...

Part 3: (2,6k)

They’re halfway through planning a bouquet when you appear, the rhythm of your pulse still thrumming through his fingertips.

“Hello.” Your smile is tired and you’re holding a half-emptied coffee cup in your hand. “I apologize for drinking coffee while we talk but Touya-kun mentioned you’re a friend. I hope you can excuse this behavior, I overused my quirk a little.”

“No worries.” Hawks grins and winks and Touya all but wants to throw him out of the shop.

“I’ll let you finish the bouquet.” You step back behind the till, taking the smell of coffee with you.

Touya clears his throat to gather his thoughts again.

“Anyway, as I was saying. We did a baby pink bouquet this week, that worked pretty well with the white office if you want some lighter colors for the entryway.”

“Ugh, I’m not that into pink. How about some light blue?” 

“Yeah, that works well. Or some lighter purple or red colors mixed with white or cream-colored flowers. How about yellow?”

“Yeah, that sounds good. So three bouquets for the three open offices and one larger one for the entryway. And I think we should get three bigger plants. The secretaries downstairs complained the most about the lack of plants so we should get them one and then one for our two top assistants each.” Hawks leans around him to smile and wave at you. 

“Which is where we need your expertise.”

“Oh, yes, of course.” You set down your coffee and walk back out, pushing the sleeves of your cardigan back to your elbows. “What were you thinking?”

“Uh. Plants?” Hawks points towards them.

You laugh softly and Touya swallows thickly at the sound, wishing you’d pull your sleeves back down. He’s feeling increasingly uncomfortable.

“What kind of mood do you want to portray? What kind of character are you giving these to?”

“Oh, that’s easy. Horikoshi-kun is a very uptight guy and he’s lamented so much about how fake plans do nothing for the air quality. Oda-san is our oldest secretary and she’s always grumbling about something, but she said she loves plants, claiming she got every single one of her cacti to flower, whatever that means. Our two secretaries downstairs are twins who like to play pranks on newbies.”

You nod and turn to Touya. “What do you think?”

“Maybe Cacti for Oda-san? But other than that I’m not sure which plants are low-maintenance.”

“A plant can be a life-long commitment. You don’t pick your commitments by how low-maintenance they are but grow with the challenge.”

Another heavy thing settles in his gut, but this time he welcomes it, knowing he won’t forget what you said for weeks to come, stewing over its meaning.

But in this moment he stretches out his hand past Hawks open jaw and picks up a plant from the display, its perfectly round leaves bobbing with the movement.

“This one for downstairs. It looks a little silly.”

You nod. “It’s a pancake plant. Good choice. You can also ask how much light these rooms will get because we don’t want to send them to a place where they will not feel welcome. The darker the green the less direct light they usually need.”

-

After Hawks has left, the trunk of his car filled with three indoor plants, an order for four bouquets signed on the table, Touya’s left staring at the indoor plants.

“Everything okay?” You ask softly and he nods before shaking his head.

“Do you ever feel like you were sent to a place where you did not feel welcome?”

You don’t answer and he wants to take back his question. Before he can, however, you turn the little key on the old till and point towards the door.

“Can you turn the key?”

“We’re not closing for an hour?”

“We can close a little earlier today.” You say. “Do you have any plans for tonight?”

He turns the key, too confused to argue against it. “Not really. Going home and seeing who’s home.”

“Come on then.” You beckon him to follow you, walk through the backroom and up the stairs that lead away from the backroom into the apartment block above. Your key fits into the door right above the shop and when you open it, he can’t say he’s surprised to find plant after plant blinking back at him with leaves reflecting the light of the hallway.

He follows you inside, the cheap rug tickling his feet, the air just as heavy as downstairs.

Your apartment’s small, the interior obviously cheap, but everything feels warm and comforting, like a hug from a mother or a warm blanket on a cold day.

You point to the table that’s littered with books and catalogs. 

“Take a seat.” He folds his legs under the table, too aware of his surroundings. Too aware of you.

There’s another door, half open, revealing a light purple cardigan draped over a chair.

He starts organizing the catalogs and books on the table so as not to look at your back or the length of your feet as you move around the kitchen.

-

When the smell of melting cheese hits his nose, he speaks up.

“What are you doing?”

“Offering you a place you’re welcome in.”

You put a cup of tea in front of him. The ceramic is chipped, most likely from overuse.

It’s followed by a plate with grilled cheese sandwiches, the cheese dripping like sunshine that’s spilling out. When you take a seat on the other side of the table, you’re holding a little bowl of miso soup and put it in the middle of it all. 

“It’s not much. But if you don’t mind sharing, you’re welcome to feast on it.”

He’s staring, he knows he is, but how can he not when you’re smiling at him like you’ve waited all your life for him to appear?

You bow your head and break a piece of sandwich off with your chopsticks, dipping it into the soup before you plop it into your mouth with a satisfied hum that thrums through his body.

He follows your example, a new kind of happiness singing in his bones when he chews, warmth filling his stomach when he swallows.

You don’t ask any questions, just smile whenever he looks up at you, until the plate and bowl are empty and the tea is gone.

“Why did you open a flower shop?” He asks even though the question is kinda stupid.

“I used to work as a gardener at an estate. On my way home there was a convenience store that offered plants at half price if they weren’t doing so good anymore. I bought them and nursed them back to health until I had no space left and asked the coffee shop if they wanted to buy them from me. They were so happy about it, not like the owners of the estate who seemed to not even realize sometimes that they had plants and a huge garden.”

“Yeah but didn’t you make more money as a gardener?” He asks and you laugh in a way he hasn’t heard before, your head falling back with the sound as if it’s force had been too great.

“Yeah.” You’re still giggling. “I did make more money. But it made me a little bit miserable working there. And if I want, I can still go back. But I can’t take part in the rehabilitation program without my shop and I like doing that.”

“How many did you have before me?”

He wonders how you felt about them. It’s not that he wants to feel special even though he clearly recognizes needing to hear just that.

“Miyoshi-chan was my first. She struggled a lot with needing everything to be perfect and taking care of the Bonsai was very important to her. She’s currently in medical school. Suto-kun absolutely hated doing bouquets but he liked the heavy lifting. Back then we used to go to flower markets to make more money. He’s a fitness instructor now. Toyama-chan started dancing halfway through our time here. She made very nice bouquets but they were always pink.” You laugh softly at the memory. “Murai-kun was my last employee. He quit halfway through.”

“Where is he now?”

“Jail.” You tell him softly and pick up the plates.

He gets up as well, following you to the kitchen.

“Let me wash up.” He asks. “Please.”

“Very well.” 

 -

You don’t ask him to leave. 

Instead, you brew more tea and pull a half-eaten bag of cookies from a cupboard, putting them on the plate he’d just dried and on the table.

You leave for the bedroom for a second, coming back with two thick throw blankets that have seen better days, the fabric pilling in some places, the color washed out in others.

Wrapped in one blanket you circle the room, humming along as you inspect every plant, ever so often lifting it from it’s place and putting it in front of him, asking him to water it with a tiny watering can.

He wonders what you think of his family. 

Do you think he’s not welcome home? You hadn’t minded Natsuo, had only been shy around his father and his youngest brother.

He feels like he should explain himself, but the words are stuck in his throat.

How should he start anyway?

He lets the silence fill the room instead, accepting another plant, this time recognizing the shape.

“Why is it called pancake plant?” He asks.

Your finger traces the shape of a leaf in front of him, the perfect circle. 

“It’s shaped like a pancake. It’s also called the Chinese Money Plant but its actual name is Pilea Peperomioides. I like that it has so many names. It’s like having your given name and also nicknames given to you by friends.”

“‘S not a friend if they call you pancake just because you look like it.” He huffs and revels in your laughter. 

“Alright, what would you call it then?” You ask.

“Bob.” 

You snort. “Bob?”

“Bob. It’s bobbing its heads all the time so it gets the name Bob.”

“Alright. Bob, it is then.” 

He watches you put Bob back in its place, watches as you have to get up on your tiptoes to peek into a pot, and how you crouch down to inspect how much water is in another. 

He quite likes the form of your thighs and the curve of your knees, how your hair falls when you lean forward, how your fingers delicately trace leafs as if you’re afraid to hurt them.

Something in him unfurls, not unlike his peony had done.

He doesn’t realize his words are out until they’re surrounding him and by that he just keeps talking, filling your apartment with his voice if only to leave something of him behind when he has to go home eventually..

“I called myself Dabi. For years I was Dabi and not Touya, like one had died for the other to come in his place. Sometimes I think it’s the same but in reverse now. That Dabi died and Touya got another chance at life. But I can see it in their eyes still, that for them I was always both. I wish I could have a new name, a new identity, but I don’t know if it would be a mix of both or something new.”

He keeps on talking, even when you put another plant in front of him, even when all plants are watered and you sit down on the other side of the table, placing one sad-looking plant on the table and showing him how to free it from its pot while you listen, your eyes warm and welcoming.

He tells you about Shouto, Fuyumi, Natsuo, his mother, his father, Hawks, and even Toga. The words keep spilling out of him like they’re molten cheese and no matter how many times he closes his mouth after a sentence, it’s molten into strings so long and chewy, he can’t bite through them.

At one point a snarky comment drips from his lips and he can see that spark of laughter in your eyes, telling him that behind all that sweetness you’re not immune to some snarky humor. 

When his voice runs out, the sound now rough, the words scratching his throat, the plant in front of him has found a new pot and you’re snipping off the last dried parts.

“I gift this to you.” You tell him. “This is a Zamioculas or a ZZ plant. In some languages they’re called a “lucky feather”, but that’s a pretty rough translation. I trust you to take great care of it. If you sense that something’s wrong with it, its your responsibility to make sure it gets what it needs.”

He looks down at the unassuming plant. 

“Why?”

“Because I trust you that you’re able to do that. After all, you’ve been able to make sure you get what you need, didn’t you?”

Touya’s not sure how to answer that, he only knows that he’s exhausted. If only he could just close his eyes and fall asleep but he fears he’s taken too much advantage of your hospitality already.

“I should go home.” He rasps and you start cleaning up the table without a comment.

Shouto responds immediately to his request and promises to pick him up within twenty minutes.

“I’ll go downstairs.” He offers. “We still need to take the display back in.”

“I’ll come with you.”

You finish the work in silence, the ZZ plant next to the till a reminder of the past hours whenever he walks past it, carrying the display inside.

You press it back into his hands when Shouto presses his car horn outside, looking deep into his eyes.

“I’m not saying this lightly.” You tell him with a serious undertone. “But you are my most talented employee so far. Please take great care of this plant.”

“I will.” He says, glad that his voice had been rough before.

“See you tomorrow.”

You’re watching him leave, something he only knows because he turns to take one last look himself..

-

He puts the ZZ plant on the kitchen table. 

He wanted to keep it in his room, all to himself, but he’d poured over his books all Saturday afternoon to make absolutely sure the little guy would get exactly what he needed, and after checking every corner of the house, he’d concluded that the kitchen table was the perfect spot in terms of light, humidity, and temperature.

The only task left was to make sure that every member of the family knew not to mess with his new plant.

“Alright, alright, I won’t water it.” Fuyumi’s throwing her hands up. “It’s all yours.”

“It’s not that I don’t trust you to take care of it.” He points at the dying cacti on her desk while he speaks and she sticks her tongue out at him.

His mother is a bit less cooperative.

“Wouldn’t the kitchen counter be better?” She asks. “I like to keep a bouquet in the middle of the table.”

“The kitchen counter has too much direct sunlight.” He argues back. “The ZZ plant doesn’t like direct sunlight.”

“But I could lift it from the table at night when there is no direct sunlight.”

He ponders that for a moment, giving in when she brings up her next argument. 

“Besides, wouldn’t the heat of our meals raise the temperature if we leave it on the table while we eat?”

“Agreed. It can go up on the counter while we eat. But we have to put it back down after our meal because I cannot allow it to be in direct sunlight for too long.”

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[mha-cuties-pls]

Stolen Hearts.

Todorokis girlfriend is captured one day after the attack on the UA summer camp, and is ready to battle her way out of it; but when her devilishly handsome captor makes an odd request, she has to make a dangerous choice: does she fight? Or, does she just, give in?…Does she want to give in?

Pairing: Reader x Dabi | Words: 11.7k | Rating: M | genre: smut

Sequel: ‘The Morning After’ Read Here

Your eyes watering did little to loosen the tape over your mouth like you had hoped, and when you were thrown onto the ground by one of your captors your head hit the hard floor with a loud thud. Looking around to where they had brought you to, it seemed as if you were in some kind of hideout. There were minimal decorations and furniture adorning the concrete room, save for a charred punching bag in the corner and an old ratty couch running along the back wall. Also, you noticed, there was a door off to the side, that looked like it had maybe 4 deadbolts on it. Your head was spinning from what was definitely blunt force trauma as you tried to piece it all together.

What was happening to me?

All you could remember was, one second, you were walking back to the dorms from the convenience store down the street in broad daylight, and then the next second, was a bit of blur. You remember a blow to your head from behind, and a cloth around your mouth when you tried to scream out and then suddenly, next thing you knew your arms and legs were tied up and you were being dragged through an alley, the sunset signaling to you that significant time had passed.

The sound of a door unlocking tore your attention away from your thoughts, and onto a tall, dark haired man who entered the room. His presence immediately caused a tension in the room, palpable not only to you, but to everyone, illustrated by the way that the group of men who had captured you suddenly began to stand at attention. You took a moment to study the strange features on this man more closely, and saw the way parts of his skin looked marred and...h-held together by staples?

A gasp left your mouth upon realizing that you had seen him before; That day, at the summer camp when UA was attacked. He was there.

Suddenly, the man turned his head down to face where you were laying, and the look in his eyes as he zeroed in on you caused your blood to grow cold. "Hey there, gorgeous." He said languidly as his face inched closer, allowing you to see his strikingly handsome features juxtaposed against the staples and damaged skin, and you couldn't help but let fear begin to flood your body.

Along with a tiny flicker of something else, something you refused to acknowledge, that ignited a fuzzy feeling deep in your stomach; You told yourself it was just nerves.

The man crouched down to where you were laying, and turned his head to the side as he stared, an eerie smile etching on his lips. Your breathing picked up watching him stand above you, and was made more exasperated by the fact your mouth was taped so you could only breathe through your nose. When he reached his hand out toward your face, you flinched back, earning a chuckle from him when he simply brushed some of the hair that was matted to your sweaty forehead, behind your ear.

Surprisingly, his touch was light, and his skin was so cold it almost felt soothing against yours.

"Now, now, now, no need to be scared, 'darlin." When his fingers moved graciously through your hair your eyes couldn't help but close for just a second in a moment of over-exhaustion and weakness, taking a deep breath to cherish the fleeting moments of pleasurable contact, before being able to think straight enough to realize you shouldn't be so relaxed in front of such a notoriously deadly villain.

Though upon opening your eyes and being met with his minacious stare, you wondered if you should have just kept them shut. You began breathing a bit frantically, huffing loudly through your nose, nauseous from the smell of the tape as you borderline hyperventilated. You were flinching at every change in his movements, even though they remained unsettlingly gentle.

"I ain't gonna hurt 'cha," The dark haired man said, stopping for a moment. His hand moved down to caress your tear-stained cheek, and you had to stop yourself from instinctively leaning into his rather soothing touch, the deep lull of his smooth voice almost coercing your exhausted brain into submission. Your eyes widened as his face inched closer to yours, and he put his lips millimeters from your ear when he whispered, "Not unless, you want me to, that is."

Abruptly grabbing the corner of the piece of tape that was covering your mouth, he yanked it off harshly and stood back up, leaving a stinging sensation behind that caused your eyes to tear up even more.

Screaming out at his action, you watched his face to see if he felt any remorse, but the cheeky look on the man before you didn’t seem to falter at all. If anything, you thought he may have just started to smile a little wider. "You fucking bastard." You spat back at him, a sour look on your face. "If I ‘wanted’ any of this, you wouldn't of had to kidnap me." But still, your words seemed to have little to no effect on the mysterious man in front of you, as he remained silent. Just staring staring down at you with that dark look in his eyes that made your skin crawl. You tried to use your quirk, but something seemed to be blocking it. Must've been that drug they put on the cloth from earlier. From what you had seen on the news about it, the effects of the drug should wear off eventually, but it could take hours; or even a whole day. Sighing, you dropped your aggressive tone. "What do you even want with me?"

Finally seeming to elicit some kind reaction out of him, the man in front of you turned to the others for a brief second to wave them off, requesting to be alone. Watching the last of your captors walk out of the room from where you lay on the cold concrete floor, and shut the door behind them with a click, made your heart start to beat a mile a minute; and the man with scars unlike any you had ever seen before, turned his full attention to you.

What was he planning to do to me, that he needed us to be alone?

The obvious answer hung menacingly in the air, taking your mind inevitably back to Shoto with a pang running through your heart. He must be so worried about me. Your boyfriend and you were still a fairly new relationship, but a bonded one nonetheless. The six months you had spent together proved to be filled with your fair share of ups and downs, but it was your first real relationship with a guy, and Todoroki had been one of the most caring guys you had ever met.

"I brought you here to help me out with a lil' somethin'." The mans voice broke the silence. Standing up, he walked over to the where the couch was, on the wall opposite to where you lay facing, and took a seat.

Before he sat down though, he took off his long coat, and you couldn't help but gaze up at the way that his muscles seemed to look so defined in the low light of the room you were in. It was absolutely not the time, but you allowed your eyes to follow the sharp contours of his arms and chest that disappeared under his low-cut tank top, and your mind started to picture what the rest of him would look like; Wondering how far his purple scars continued. It didn't help either that the way he leaned forward and placed his elbows on his knees allowed him to look down at you, literally, and you had to acknowledge how despicably good looking he really was. Especially from that angle. All his piercings glittering as he stared down at you with a foreboding look in his eyes, but fear wasn't the only thing he was causing to stir inside you.

The way your abdomen suddenly started to ache, and you felt your heartbeat in between your legs, you could tell. Some sick part of you actually liked the way his predatory eyes were making you feel; the way he- Stop it. You seethed internally, hes a villain, he hurt you. He wants to hurt you. How could you even begin to let your mind go there?

Maybe it was just adrenaline and anxiety, getting the best of you and your hormones. They had been raging long before any of this mess ever happened anyway. You tried to forget about it completely; Just shake it off, you had bigger things to worry about.

But, you couldn't stop yourself from rubbing your legs together just a bit, trying to shake the feeling off that you feared was growing more intense by the minute.

"Something distract you there, princess?" He interjected, drawing your attention back up to his face, which was embellished with a devilishly handsome smile. Though, it looked like he wasn't going to bring up your wandering eyes, if he even really noticed. "As I was sayin', when we attacked your little summer camp, you caught my eye—I mean, a water manipulation quirk? Very powerful potential." Looking away from you for a moment, he studied the purple on his arms with a strange and suddenly absent expression before he continued, "But, that wasn't what sealed your fate." However, when he turned back to face you, the glossy look in his eyes seemed to have left just as quickly as it came. "It was your healing powers." Then, almost as if on second thought, his face twisted into a nasty grin, and with malice behind every word, he continued, "Probably why Shoto chose you, too." Releasing an evil chuckle, he continued, "S'nothin personal. Just kind of a thing for us, to be turned on by thinking of shit like that."

Your eyes suddenly grew wide, your breath caught in your throat. Shoto? "W-What?" You knew he was probably just trying to bait you into talking, but still; How did he know about your relationship, or anything about you for that matter? It's not like you and Shoto were ever very public about your budding relationship.

And 'us'? What the hell was this guy even talking about?

The mean look on his face intensified and you wanted to squirm, but with the way he seemed to bask in every reaction you've made, you tried to contain yourself. "Oh, come on, ____."He said, lips curled into a cruel smile while his analytical eyes never strayed form yours, making you feel smaller with each passing second. "Ya gotta be smarter than that." And with that he got up, your mind racing as his heavy boots came closer, and closer to where you lay; helpless.

Visibly shaking your head, you shut your eyes and tried to focus. Maybe you could fight the drug.

"Stop!" You screamed, "You don't know anything about me!" Beginning to act out of short spouts of rage, you pulled and thrashed at the restraints on your wrists and ankles behind you. Hitting your head on the floor in the process and feeling your wrists stinging from rope burn, tears welled embarrassingly in your eyes once more before you stubbornly shouted, "You're just a random lowlife trying to stop UA students because you know were gonna destroy you, and The League Of Villains!"

The futile attempts to break free of your binds that were made during your little outburst did little but cause the man in front of you to realize, that he really liked watching you struggle like that underneath him. All tied and bound, that absolutely adorable, helpless tear-stained expression on your face, just waiting, begging, for him to come and take care of you in ways he knew you needed, even if you didn't yet.

That being said, he decided that it was finally time to release you at least of your ignorance, and shed some light onto why it was exactly he had you brought here in the first place.

With a theatrical gasp, he placed a hand over his chest. "'Random'? That hurts, princess." Bending down, he grabbed you by your arms and, quite easily, placed you so that you were now sitting up instead of just laying on the floor. Still remaining at your eye level, he ran his hands through his messy black hair and pulled it back a bit, allowing his face to be seen more clearly through the low light of the dark room. "You're tellin' me you can't see the family resemblance?"

Still thrashing your wrists around behind your back a bit, you were wincing from the pain, so you declined to really study his newly displayed features at first. "Yeah right," you started, still fruitlessly struggling to escape, "like you're related to any one of-" But, when your eyes met finally his in a passing second, your vision uninhibited by shadows or hair covering his face, you stopped dead in your movements and gasped. Those eyes. They were unmistakeable, but, it couldn't be,

"Touya?"

Though your last word came out barely a whisper, the dark haired man in front of you smirked, and threw his hands up like he was caught upon hearing your utterance. "Guilty, but I'm going by Dabi nowadays."  He reached down, making you flinch back a bit. But when he only went to untie the rope around your ankles, you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding.

Looking back up at your face, Dabi was met with that precious deer-in-headlights look you had been giving him the whole time that caused the animalistic urge to claim you as his grow inside him even more. Breifly, he even wondered if you knew how fuckable it made you look, and if you had been doing it on purpose the whole time to try and entice him even further; or maybe you really were just a helpless little slut who needed someone like him to take care of you in ways those little school boys at UA never could.

Finally pulling the rope away, and releasing your legs, Dabi never broke eye contact as he continued to say, "though I dont know which one Id like hearing better, coming from that pretty little mouth of yours."

Your mind was spinning way too much to react or even try and think about a way to use your newly freed legs to escape. This...was...is? Todorokis...older brother? The one...who Endeavor...killed? The bile rose in your stomach as your thoughts raced, and your body suddenly flushed, the intense heat flash not helping the fact that you felt like you were gonna throw up. That must be what all those scars are from, then. The accident. But then...where did the unscarred pieces of flesh come from? "Ho-How..." Was all you were able to muster out before you began to feel a bit woozy once again.

Dabi stood up, watching all those precious emotions flash across your face with more enjoyment than he expected. "S’a long boring story, but to cut it short, after ‘the accident’, I happened to have been chosen by a doctor looking to experiment." He reached to take off his shirt, and couldnt help but notice with a satisfied smirk, that you bit your lip while you watched him tug it over his head; and he definitely saw where your eyes lingered. Letting out a low chuckle, he now displayed his bare chest before you, admiring the lines of his patchwork body while running his hands along the staples. "Let's just say, it was mutually beneficial in the end."

As you sat looking up at the freakishly handsome, shirtless, Frankenstein in front of you in disbelief, your mind still craved answers to one important question. "But, why," you gulped, mouth dryer than expected, "why do you need me?"

Dabi seemed to have forgot he was explaining that himself for a second, too busy finally watching you piece it all together, savoring your reactions and watching you hang onto his every word. The big reveal was one of the best parts of being a villain, after all.

Your eyes intuitively followed his hand as it moved to where he hung it dangerously low from his belt buckle, and you swore you saw his pants twitch, making you look down frantically to avoid his gaze. However, he was quick to reach down and grab your neck with a tight grasp.

Yanking your body up roughly towards his, you were met with a startlingly close proximity to his calculating eyes when you landed on your feet. A light-headed, spinning feeling you had never experienced before began to flood your head from the way he was choking you, and you had to admit; It felt kind of good. So good, you couldn't help but release a little involuntary whimper as you felt goosebumps form down your arms.

Smirking at your reaction, his free hand moved down, caressing the side of your body, and ending its descent with a rather harsh squeeze under skirt, on your butt; causing you to gasp, much to his amusement. "All this death happening recently got me thinkin' about passing on my amazing power to a little, 'creation' of my own." Looking over your body briefly, as if sizing you up, he removed the hand he had around your neck to cup your waist on either side; An action that served to make you blush more than it should have considering your current situation.

"Why do you need me for that?" You said, voice trembling as your body remained frozen, trying not to focus on the way that you almost missed the feeling of his hand clasping tightly around your neck.

Another nasty smirk made its way onto his lips, a predatory one you had seen on men many times before, and you felt his right hand suddenly move to cup your lower abdomen. Having his hand press over where your womb was sent another involuntary shiver down your spine, though you couldn't deny that you liked having him touch you like this, which is why you didn’t exactly try to move away.

Was it really so wrong, to simply just go along with what he was doing? An obvious part of you couldn't help but feel guilty for lusting after someone this hard while still technically with Todoroki. But honestly, a bigger, louder, hungrier part of you, felt enticed and unbelievably aroused by the thought of having such a forbidden night with someone so powerful and alluring; Someone so daunting and sexy. Besides, it was obvious by the fact that you were kidnapped and drugged that no matter how you felt about it, he was going to take whatever he wanted; which you hated to admit, turned you on even more.

So, was it so wrong if you liked it?

"I happen to have a minor defect to my otherwise amazing quirk, thanks to my dear old dads messy breeding." He continued to explain, his hand suddenly dropping further, moving under your skirt and dragging the tips of his fingers ever so lightly across the thin fabric of your underwear. It took every ounce of resolve you had left not to moan out and feed his ego even more than you already had. Your legs became a bit wobbly, and Dabi retracted his hand to steady you by your waist once more, though not without letting out a low chuckle at your small display of weakness. "Whenever I use my quirk, it burns me thanks to my bodies heat intolerance from my mother." Pulling you flush against him, and steadying your limp body against his sturdy one by holding your butt and lower back, he met your wide eyes with a fleeting glance before putting his lips so close to your ear you could feel his breath. You inhaled sharply when you felt his tongue lap out at the sensitive skin, even moaning a bit without thinking when he gently bit down on your earlobe. "But," he continued, his husky voice basically purring in your ear, "with your powers, our child would be unstoppable."

The whisper danced menacingly across your skin, causing even more goosebumps to form down your spine. That's when it hit you.

'Our child?'

You felt him smirk against your skin, and wanted to simply give into the unexpected pleasure and forget the harrowing events of today by getting lost in Dabis warm and admittedly inviting embrace. Though still, it seemed as if your conscience finally found its voice, and managed to propel it out of where it seemed to get caught in your throat.

"What?!" Your exclamation seemed to come across, however, as more of an inquiry based on your hushed tone, and the way that you declined to move at all away from him. Suddenly remembering what he said earlier, you couldn't help but look up at him and ask, "And...and what did you mean earlier, about Shoto?" Trying to think back, you wondered if there had ever been a time Todoroki even mentioned having kids with you.

At first, nothing really came to mind. That was, until you remembered one specific date, maybe a month into your relationship, that had ended with Todoroki a few more sakis deep than you, and him drunkenly admitting to you that he fantasized about 'impregnating you since the moment he saw you fighting at the entrance exam'. Which, funnily enough, was also the date that marked the first time you and Todoroki had slept together.

Sure, it might have been a pretty odd thing to say, but at the time you had just written it off. Besides, while you may not have had too many real boyfriends, you been around enough to get a pretty good grasp on the inherently deviant sexual nature of men. All men have weird fantasies in bed, at least his was something that seemed relatively normal. Why wouldn't he want to have a baby with the girl he was dating, right?

"Well," Dabi said, lifting your body up by your arms gently one more time as he began to guide you over to the couch while your hands still remained tied behind your back. In that moment, he noticed quite suddenly that you didn't seem to be putting up much resistance as he dragged you over. You were even helping him out by walking yourself over to where he plopped you down to sit in front of him once more. Though, at least this time you were on a couch cushion and not the cold concrete floor. "Guess it's kinda our dad's fault." He said, shrugging as he lowered himself down onto his knees, swiftly moving in between your legs while making sure to catch your eyes. You felt frozen as you watched him take his position, his shirtless torso so close to where you had been aching for him that you were sure he was going to be able to feel the heat radiating off of you; but you weren't concerned, your mind was shot and your body was exhausted. In this moment, all you wanted to do, was to keep gazing into his beautiful piercing blue eyes, and hope that he continued to placate you with his soothing touch. "And, to be honest, I never thought that was going to be possible for me." Reaching out to brush another stray hair behind your ear, he smiled. You weren't flinching anymore. "'Till I saw you, that was."

Then, with his other hand, he cupped your cheek, and you couldn't help but inhale sharply upon feeling the icy contact. "Your skins pretty cold for someone with a fire quirk." Must be what he was talking about earlier. But, the feel of his cold skin against your flushed body inclined your rapid heart beat to slow down ever so slightly, and your breathing became just a bit more even.

You had assumed this whole time that you had been brought here to be tortured into a confession about UA secrets, or maybe even tied up and sold to harvest your body parts on the black market. And, while you had been tied up and kidnapped, as you were faced with the possibility of the dark and mysterious man in front of you using you to...breed, a part of you couldn't help but feel...

Intrigued? Insanely guilty? Like a deviant?

Along with that achingly familiar feeling that you could no longer even pretend to deny was pooling in your abdomen, completely soaking your underwear, telling you that your body had betrayed you long before your mind ever made the conscious decision to. As terrible a person you felt when the back of your mind echoed images of Todoroki, the more selfish part of you reminded yourself that you couldn't deny, there was definitely a part of you that felt increasingly untouched and ignored by him.

You tried to push it down at first; You could live without that, right? It's only one small aspect of the whole relationship. Besides, Shoto was so nice, and doting, and the most polite gentlemen you had ever been with. And its not like you two didn't have sex, because you did. It was just that sometimes, your mind couldn't help but imagine being dominated by him in a severely different way. It was more than slightly disappointing every time you tried get him to just act a little bit more aggressively in bed, only to have him constantly stop to make sure he hadn't hurt you for real in the process, even though thats exactly what you were begging him to do. Though you told yourself you wouldn't give up. He would get it eventually, as long as you kept communicating. Right?

It was always your hope that one day, he would finally be able to understand. However, as time went on and you found yourself having the same awkward conversation over and over, you began to think that maybe you were just asking Shoto to do something that he simply wasn't into.

But, Dabi? It wasn't hard for you to see that he might be exactly what you had been dreaming about; He was dangerous and sexy and rough, like the guy you thought about late at night when your hand travelled down into your underwear, trying to satisfy the ache deep in your abdomen that never seemed to completely subdue. If anything, he probably was a lot more intense than what you ever imagined, causing a little bit of fear to bubble up inside you alongside the copious amounts of lust that had been building.

Not to mention, how could you really be held responsible for this? You were literally drugged, tied, and kidnapped by a notoriously powerful villain, now matter how breathtakingly sexy he may have turned out to be. If you didn't give him what he wanted, he would take it anyways.

Right?

"Still, you seem to love it when I put my hands on you." Dabis low voice spoke once more, commanding all your attention back to the present moment and the electric feeling his skin gave you, and those bright blue eyes that mesmerized you. His thumb made a soothing motion along your cheekbone, and you finally released all restraint, leaning into his hand with a soft, high-pitched sigh of relief. "See?" He said, a malicious chuckle emanating from his chest, "I told you," You could hear the smile behind his words as his other hand began to tangle further into your hair, and you almost didn’t hear what he said next, getting lost in the feeling. "You'd be beggin' me to hurt you by the end of this."

But you forced your eyes to snap open. He couldn't really mean that, could he?  Upon being met with his half lidded ones, and a close proximity to his bare chest, you decided to ask, "Why would I want you to hurt me?" You squeaked out in the meekest voice you had ever heard yourself use. Though when you felt his hands drop down to your thighs, sliding easily under your skirt to give a harsh squeeze, another moan left your mouth.

"You know what I mean, doll face." He said, matter o' factly as he pushed your legs further apart. His grip, while a bit bruising, didn’t feel threatening to you at all. It honestly made you feel electrified, and sent your body reeling with each squeeze and slap made against your skin. Reaching behind and placing his hands on your butt, he hugged your body forward, colliding his bare chest with your noticeably damp underwear. It made him bite his lip and close his eyes, how he could feel how wet you already were for him after just a few little whispers and touches. "M'not really gonna hurt ya." You felt his fingers slip in between you two and brush teasingly light past where your clit lay throbbing on the other side of your underwear, causing you to hold your breath as you felt knots turn in your stomach. "I just wanna get a little rough with you when we have our fun, s'all." When his fingers declined to move at first, you almost instinctively bucked your hips, your body trying to create that little fluttering feeling he caused to stir inside you only a few moments ago. Dabi snickered at your actions, placing his hand back where it was on your bum and earning a small whine from you. "Besides," planting a sloppy kiss on your neck he whispered in your ear, "Somethin' tells me you'd like that."

Still trying your best to fight how good his skin seemed to feel against yours, you made one more, rather weak attempt at protesting against his actions. Though you both knew at this point your objections were ceremonious at best. "N-no, st-aaahhh." Your sentence was cut off by the feeling of his calloused fingers finally sliding past the thin barrier of your underwear and along your slick folds, causing your eyes to roll back a bit as he stroked you.

The feeling his hands gave you as he rubbed and circled your heat was truly unlike anything you had ever felt before, and you felt yourself not being able to think about holding back the moans and mewls that escaped your mouth, even trying to spread your legs open further to give him better access.

Reeling from the small sounds he was causing to escape from you, he began to tease your hole mercilessly while he basked in the sight of you turning to putty in his hands. But, he couldn't just let you get what you wanted that easily, not after all that big talk earlier.

"Whats that?" Spreading his fingers, his voice seemed to mock that of one who's concerned as he watched you fall apart from his every move. "You said 'stop'? M'kay," he said, abruptly withdrawing his hand and beginning to back away from you, "if ya' really want me to stop I can-"

"No!" You shouted suddenly, the words leaving your mouth before you really had a chance to think about what you were saying, making him smirk down victoriously. But you didn't want to think; All you wanted was to feel his fingers against your throbbing pussy again; and you were ready to do anything to make that happen. "P-please, Dabi." You choked out, inviting him back in between your legs by opening them wider for him, even grinding your hips a bit out of frustration as you stared up at him through your eyelashes; A look that you knew almost never failed to charm men, probably because of how submissive it made you seem.

He had finally given you a taste of the delicious intimate aggression and desire you had only ever been able to dream about, and there was no way you were letting this opportunity pass you by. You would think about the consequences later.

For the first time in your life, you decided, it was time to put your own selfish needs first; and, you were going to have fun doing it.

He took back his place in between your legs, making you sigh in relief, and this time he began to reach for the rope that was holding your wrists behind your back. Once your faces were inches from each other, and your noses just barely touched, he whispered with a playful gleam in his eye, "Gonna be a good girl for me if I take this off?" His gruff voice served to send another shiver down your spine as you nodded frantically up at your captor, causing another knowing smile to take over his enticing lips. "Keep begging for daddy like that and I promise baby girl, I'm gonna make sure I pound that pussy nice and hard. 'Kay?" Finally loosing the knot enough to let you remove the rope, he began to stand up, and step back a bit to undo the fly on his pants; the needy look on your face causing his chest to swell with triumph, "You're just gonna have to do a little something for me first."

It was obvious what he meant. Eyes going wide, you couldn't seem to speak up nor look away, and you watched silently as he swiftly undid his boots and pants, discarding them haphazardly to the side while never looking away from you. Though, when he pulled down his boxers, your eyes were drawn to the way his hard dick plopped out and bounced around deliciously in the air for a bit, making you subconsciously lick your lips.

He shoved himself inside your mouth without warning, causing a loud gag to echo through the small concrete room. Steadying himself with a groan by placing his hands behind your head, he turned you so you looked up at him with his dick still shoved down your throat, spreading those pretty, soft, plump lips of yours around him. "Ahh, sorry about that, princess." But really he wasn't sorry; He loved the way your big eyes were tearing up again because you were choking on his girth. That helplessly dumb, fuckable making him go a little more feral every time he saw it.

Giving one more violent thrust into your mouth, he savored the feeling of your throat closing around him as you gagged, and the lewd sound of you finally choking on him filling up the room. Something you always should've been doing for him, and him only. "Couldn't help myself, with the way you were just starin' at my cock like that." Starting to move himself in and out slowly, he was pleased to feel you grip behind his hips without him having to tell you. However, he was surprised when one of your hands expertly began to cup his balls, while the other moved to swirl around the base of his shaft that was more than generously lubricated by the globs of spit you provided.

Maybe you weren't the innocent little hero-course student he initially thought you were. Especially with what you were doing with your hands, he was certain this wasn't your first time sucking dick. A part of him breifly wondered if you had ever shown out like this for his little brother; If he ever got to stare into those big beautiful eyes of yours as he fucked your cute little mouth enough to make you gag all over his dick.

Even if you had, he decided, it didn't matter. He was going to make sure that by the end of this night, the only Todoroki your needy little cunt would ever be satisfied with, the only man your brain would ever think of when you felt horny and needed to be touched and fucked, was him.

You felt another loud groan vibrate through his chest as you continued to pick up the pace of your hand that was pumping what couldn't fit in your mouth. Feeling the moment begin to take over, and all restraint fly promptly out the window, you giggled a bit at his reaction, proud that you had made him make a sound like that, and you felt your walls clench eagerly in anticipation as you pursued the primitive urge that had been building up inside you.

Every fiber in your being was screaming for him, wanting his hands back on your body and around your neck while he stuffed you to the brim with his thick girth, stretching you out and bouncing you up and down while you screamed out his name.

But, you knew to really get a man like him invested in your own sexual pleasure, you were going to have to entertain his desires first. Not that you minded, though. Especially for someone so alluring and sexy, you honestly felt like he deserved it, which made the task of sucking dick a lot more enjoyable.

You couldn't believe this dark, mysterious man, the one who tied you up and imprisoned you, had you practically feigning to satisfy him in any way you could. Every trick in the book you had ever learned, you were pulling out for him; Spitting, gagging, choking, you were even blowing bubbles in the spit and taking his balls into your mouth occasionally as you slapped his hard cock all across your face, sneaking fleeting looks to see him bite his lip back, and even fidget around as you worked your mouth around him. You don’t think you've ever wanted to suck a dick more than you did right now. It honestly felt kind of freeing, to be able to completely loose your sense of composure and let yourself become so uninhibited and debauched. Not to mention, you don't think anyone had ever made you feel so sexy in your life, and you wanted to thank him.

Spitting more huge globs over his swollen red tip you slid your thumb over it as you pumped your hands, and made sure to throw a wide eyed glance his way as you took him back in your mouth, shoving him all the way down your throat and then back out again with a 'pop'. The amazed look in his eyes as he watched made you giggle while he was still in your mouth, and judging by the way he threw his head back for a second to let out a strangled cry, that must've felt good.

Dabi watched intently as your tongue ran along his length and you worked to shove him down your throat so enthusiastically, making a little show out of how you sucked him off. The way you were spitting and making a mess all over yourself just to please him, all while looking up at him with those big, gorgeous eyes of yours, told him exactly what he needed to know.

You were officially his.

Pulling his throbbing cock out of your mouth with haste, he threw your body back against the couch and quickly crawled over you. Not caring to waste any time with buttons, Dabi ripped your uniform shirt down the middle, finally fully exposing your perky breasts to him. It was then that he took a moment to stare down at you, appreciating the way you had begun to submit to him completely.

And you really were so beautiful, he thought. All soft and nice and clean, an innocent little pro-hero in training, dating the s0n of the number one hero. Yet, here you were lying under one of the filthiest, nastiest villains in the country just begging for him to ravage you, probably cock-deprived and craving a nice, hard, pounding; one like his gift-of-god little brother had probably never been able to do. It wasn't hard for Dabi to tell after how you reacted to him choking you that you definitely preferred it a little rougher than the average girl, making him wonder how far he could push you. But he didn’t have to rush; something told him this wouldn’t be the last time he would have you naked and begging under him.

In the short moment he took to admire your exposed form, however, you seemed to have grown impatient, and your hand snaked its way down to push your underwear aside while you let out a whine. "Dabiiii." Your voice was pained with sexual frustration as you rubbed small circles on your clit, staring lustfully up at him with furrowed brows and parted lips. The rise and fall of your chest signaling how hot and bothered he had made you.

He was right about hearing you say his name. He noted, feeling his dick twitch upon listening to it roll off your tongue like that while you pleasured yourself underneath him. Such a fucking slut for him, already. The way you simultaneously looked like the naughtiest and also most innocent woman he had ever seen made him want to mark you and claim you as his. He wanted to bend you over, and slam into your precious little cunt harder than you had ever felt while he filled you to the brim with his seed. Suddenly, he wondered: Have you ever let a man finish inside you?

Had you ever let Todoroki?

"Let's get a little more comfortable, hmm?" Dabi suggested, planting one more sloppy kiss on the side of your neck before beginning to help you up and guide you over towards the side door you had noticed earlier.

And, finally feeling the haze of lust and exhaustion you had been in dissipate in the silence of the room as you walked over, a sudden moment of clarity hit.

You realized, you were now mindlessly following your kidnapper, who you were admittedly still at least a little bit afraid of, into another room, with the hope he would take you and finally fuck your brains out the way you'd been dreaming since you saw him.

And impregnate me. Your brain reminded you, That’s why I’m here in the first place. And you almost hated to admit that you felt butterflies in your stomach from the thought. You had never let anyone even come close to doing that before, and the thought of a man filling you up like that made your knees instantly go weak and you faltered a bit in your steps. Dabis hand was quick to steady your waist as he unlocked the excessive amount of locks on the door.

No one from your past even came close to making you feel like they loved you enough to spend the rest of their lives with you, let alone even want to reproduce with you. The fact someone so powerful, and so incredibly sexy, not only chose you, but specifically sought you out to bring his kids into this life, to grow them inside your womb; It made your head swell a little bit, your thoughts becoming even more dazed as your ego reeled in the thought of being desired like that by him.

The door opened to reveal a large, messy king bed littered, surprisingly, with pillows and fluffy blankets that looked so soft you were drawn to it immediately, not even the slightest bit interested in anything else the room might have had in it. Pushing past Dabi almost thoughtlessly, you raced to feel the soft textures against your skin and planted yourself face down.

Simply laying there, you sighed in relief, relishing in the simple and delicate feel of the grey micro plush blanket against your skin after enduring such rough treatment all day. Your eyes closed instinctively as you took in a deep breath, an enchanting mixture of sandalwood, cologne, and a very faint hint of smoke wafting through your nose pleasantly, and you realized you felt more relaxed than ever as you exhaled.

Though, you were soon met with the feeling of his heavy body above yours, and the heat returned to your face when you felt him quickly tug your skirt and underwear down your legs while you remained laying on your belly. Finally pulling both annoying pieces of fabric off and throwing them to the side, he pulled your cheeks back to give the small swell of heat that was peaking out from in between your legs a gentle, wet kiss, making you squeal a bit as you jumped forward instinctively, hiding your face in your hands; and you could literally feel the smirk grow on his lips. "Kinda cute," he mumbled against your skin, placing his hands under your hips to gain him better access, "how shy you are." His hands felt so big, and the way he was squeezing your hips made you moan out loudly.

When you tried to formulate a response you felt another swipe of his tongue along your already soaked entrance, and you buried your face deep into the bed to muffle the screams that he was causing to come out of you. Then, you thought maybe you could at least prop yourself up on your elbows, until you felt his tongue begin to lap out at you mercilessly. Another sharp cry left your mouth as your arms faltered, and you fell face first onto the bed. "I-I-f-fAhhh-" was all you were able to muster up as a response before being reduced to a stuttering, begging mess in his lap.

Dabis low chuckle that followed your screams vibrated through your body, and you felt his grip on your hips tighten despite the way you were squirming around. Pulling himself back a bit, he flipped your body over with ease, causing you to land on your back as he moved back in between your legs, spreading them open while his hands were squeezing the inside of your thighs.

"Mmm," he said, his eyes glistening as he stared shamelessly at your heat, "such a pretty pink pussy you have baby." His gravely voice and the words he was saying while his eyes were fixated on your most intimate part made your entire body flush as you felt all the heat suddenly rise to your face again. "Fuck."

You wanted to try and hide yourself, or close your legs because of how exposed you felt, but his grip wouldn't let you. While the way he was gripping and squeezing your legs while holding them down was bruising, the feeling of pain was mixing with the adrenaline and the pleasure all at once; making your brain a fuzzy mess once again, incapable of any coherent thought that wasn't centered around the seductive man in between your legs.

Then, he placed a lingering kiss on your clit, and sucked ever so slightly; Something you've never felt before.

You couldn't help but let out the high pitched scream that followed, and almost immediately went to cover your mouth in embarrassment. "S-sorr-" but you were cut off by your own screams again when he continued sucking, your hands grabbing fistfuls of sheets at your side. The feeling he was giving you sending shockwaves through your body, making your legs jump around and shake in his grasp.

It wasn't hard for him to hold you in place, but seeing the effect he was having on you by doing something so simple definitely inflated his ego. "No need to be sorry babe." He drawled out, a smirk plastered across his lips that were shining with a mixture of spit and your juices. "Sure are a loud one though, huh?" One of his hands met his mouth on your pussy, gently running his fingers along the slippery folds while he continued to suck and kiss your clit.

All you could do was try and let out a hum of approval, throwing your head back onto the soft pillow and getting lost in the feeling he was giving you. Usually whenever Shoto, or any of your other hookups for that matter, tried to eat you out, it wasn't exactly bad, but it wasn't that great either. You always thought that maybe, it just wasn't your thing; Maybe you just didn't like it.

But the way Dabis skilled tongue kissed and sucked while his fingers slid teasingly across your pussy, made you see stars. You were sure that you were screaming the loudest you ever had, and anything that you tried to say just came out as a mumble that ended with a high pitch moan. Also, you noticed secondarily, a lazy smile had painted itself across your face as you embraced the euphoric feeling.

Every time his lips closed around your bundle of nerves you could feel yourself pulse and clench, the needy feeling in your core growing more and more with each movement he made. A whine escaped you alongside all your moans and yelps, and you wiggled your hips under his grip, trying to satisfy your body's need for something deeper.

Dabi laughed, an almost incredulous look on his face as he continued to play with your pussy and watch you fall apart in his hands and beg him for more. He knew he was going to be able to seduce you into this eventually, that much was a given; especially if you already had a thing for Todoroki men.

But, what he hadn't expected, was how much of an effect you were having on him.

He typically never let himself become attached to his conquests. They weren't worth more than a few fleeting hours of his time before he was done with them. Yet, every sound that you made and the way your body felt so small and frail as you wriggled around in his grasp made his cold heart swell, and he really liked the way it made him feel. It was incredible to him how you could be so innocent, so vulnerable and helpless, and yet, still so seductive and so sexy at the same time. Your body responded so fervently to his every touch and the look in your eyes mesmerized him. Seeing you with your head thrown back on his pillow, and that dazed expression on your face, awakened something animalistic inside him.

It made him want to go harder, and be rougher. When you had gotten here, you were so apprehensive; fighting his every word and pretending like you were just an innocent little hero in distress, worried about her boyfriend back at school. Dabi grit his teeth at the thought, a scowl forming on his lips briefly.

He should be the only thing on your mind right now.

He pulled back enough to land a small slap against your swollen clit, making you to cry out in pain suddenly, much to his amusement.

When your head snapped up, you met his eyes, and felt a shiver go down your spine when you looked into them.

"You like it when I kiss your pussy baby?" He asked, now feeling his pants become uncomfortably tight as he stared back at you. Rubbing his thumb in circles on your clit quickly, he never took his eyes off your face as you threw your head back once more. Your eyes were glued shut as you continued to scream and gasp at his every movement, though you definitely made sure to nod your head fervently at his question, making him smile. "Such a good little whore for me." Planting another sloppy kiss against your clit, he dragged his tongue languidly along your folds before teasing you with it around your hole. The way he felt you pulse each and every time he licked and prodded, caused his own lust to begin bubbling up to an uncomfortable level.

It was time to start getting you ready.

Running his index and middle fingers across your sopping wet entrance, he made sure they were properly lubed up before pushing one in, making you gasp. He couldn't believe you were so tight, especially just around his one finger. "My little brother isn't taking care of your pretty pussy, is he?"

Him casually referencing Todoroki, for just a moment, did send a small pang of guilt through your exhausted heart and mind; But then, another part, your most deviant part which had really only begun to find its voice tonight, made you realize:

You were about to fuck Todorokis brother. His insanely hot, powerful, villainous older brother, who was clearly more skilled in physical intimacy than anyone you had ever been with before. And no matter what type of person you may be because of it, the thought of that only turned you on even more. 

His words caused you to flush deeper, if that was even possible, and you pulled your head back up to look at him. Not able to muster up any words, you shook your head slightly; a mixture of embarrassment, lust, and guilt washing over you in waves as you tried to think about your situation.

But still, you could tell. You knew from the moment you laid your eyes on him.

He was definitely the type of guy you were looking for. The one that you dreamt about late at night, hoping that he'd find you somehow one day and help alleviate the ache you have felt so deep inside yourself for so long.

There was no doubt in your mind that Dabi was more than capable, and probably make it even better than you ever could have imagined. You needed this; you just had to throw your pride away, and ask him for it.

"Can you?" Was all you were able to say, your voice barely above a whisper as you spread your legs open more, inviting him deeper as he slid his finger in and out of you at a delicious pace. He released another low chuckle in response and suddenly, you felt him add another finger; and then one more again, without waiting even a second for you to adjust, the stinging sensation mingling with immense pleasure as he stretched you open wide.

The satisfied cry that filled the room caused him to smile down at you deviously. "Can I what, doll?" He drawled out condescendingly.

I knew it.

He was going to make you beg for it, just like he said he would. In no shape to even attempt to preserve whatever shred of pride you had left, you almost immediately gave in."P-please Dabi." Your voice was small, and sensual, and you made sure to look up at him with the biggest doe-eyed look you could muster; But, even after you asked him, he suddenly stopped the movements of his hand, and pulled it out; his teasing fingers lingering just ever so lightly over your skin, leaving you with an even worse ache, and making you take a deep, shaky breath before continuing your groveling. Obviously, he wanted to really see you beg, as if you hadn't been humiliated enough tonight already. "Please, Dabi! I-I want you to keep playing with my pussy, please." It wasn't as hard to find the words as you thought; Turns out the thought of having to beg for his touch did turn you on.

Genuinely distressed, your voice carried the tone of someone truly desperate, satisfying Dabi enough to finally push his fingers back inside you with such enjoyable force you sighed in relief at the feeling of being filled by him again.

"Good girl." He cooed, watching your face twist and smile and gasp with pleasure as he pushed his fingers in and out of your tight cunt. Slightly curling them when he was in past the second knuckle, his eyes were glued to your face, feeling like he was hypnotized by the sight of you; Your lips were parted lazily in an 'o' shape while your hands gripped the sheets of his bed so tightly your knuckles were white, screaming and moaning for him, all because of the way he was able to make you feel with just a few fingers.

Suddenly, an idea popped into Dabis head, causing a devious smile to form on his lips once more as he reached onto the nightstand to grab his phone. At the same time, he continued to work his fingers at a steady place along your folds, occasionally rubbing circles against your small bud, while pulling up the camera app on his phone with the other hand.

He clicked the camera on, the flash so bright you could see it behind your closed eyelids and it caught your attention slightly, but it wasn't enough to make you really react at first.

"Such a pretty little slut, spreading your legs for me." Dabis low voice rang through your ears, finally making you open your eyes and look up to see that he was recording you. The lewd sound his fingers were making as he worked your clit echoed loudly through the room, drawing your attention down to look with an appreciative sigh. Moving the camera between your cunt and your face, he asked "You like watching me play with your pussy baby?" And though you couldn't see him behind the flash, you could practically hear the smirk behind his words.

Normally, you wouldn't ever let yourself be recorded like this; but tonight was different. Tonight, there were no rules. Besides, what was he really gonna do with it, anyways?

Looking up at him, and then into the camera lens directly with the most sensual, doe-eyed look you could muster your nodded your head obediently, a chorus of moans falling from your lips as he continued working you with his fingers. He snickered, moving the camera over your exposed body, and down in between your legs, that were spread wide open for him as he worked your cunt.

Suddenly, he put the phone on the bed beside you, removed his hand and started to get up, earning a whine of protest from you, making him laugh again. "So needy." He sneered.

Dabi was quick to grab your legs, and yank your body down to meet where he was standing on the edge of the bed, his throbbing erection catching your eye as you watched him position the swollen tip at your entrance. Seeing his impressive length and girth in comparison to yourself, almost made you a bit nervous; but not nearly as much as it excited you.

You all but screamed out in suspense, waiting for him to finally push inside and stretch you out like you so desperately needed him to; But just as you felt the pleasant sting of his swollen tip pushing inside, he moved it purposefully so it slipped out, and the pathetic, needy little whimper you let out because of it, made the smirk on his face grow even more.

Without completely pushing it in, he rubbed his slippery cock head along your folds, this time making sure to coat it even more in your arousal while once again teasing your weeping hole despicably by just slipping the tip in, ever so slightly, before moving it back out, up, and down again; The anticipation and desire building in your body had you in tears, your head thrown back and eyes shut once more as you called out variations of his name and 'please' mixed with high pitched squeals that escaped every time he almost entered you. You were in such agony that you hadn't even noticed he pulled the camera back out.

As Dabi held the phone above where he was teasing you, he was beaming down with admiration as the flash caused your drenched pussy to glisten and shine while he ran his cock along your folds. The wet, squelching noises that filled the room coupled with the pornographic moans and gasps and pleas you were making, crying and begging for his cock, was almost too much to handle; He had to fuck that tight little cunt of yours, or he felt like he might explode. But, just as he was about to give in, and finally shove his cock inside you, he heard you cry out.

"Daddy," you finally managed to moan out, your voice sultry and dripping with desperation, "daddy please, stop teasing me!" Reaching your hands down to spread your lips open wider for him, you opened your eyes back up to stare up at him, cheeks stained with tears of frustration. At this point, you didn't even care about the camera, looking directly into the lens when he shined the light in your face. "I need your cock inside me Dabi, please." Behind the bright light of the flash, you could see the way he was looking at you, his eyes hungry and mouth slightly agape while he watched you rub slow circles against your clit with one hand while you held the lips back with the other.

In response, Dabis free hand immediately wrapped around your neck, your eyes fluttering closed as he restricted your airflow and positioned himself at your entrance. He began to push himself in agonizingly slowly, and when you felt the pleasant burn and stretch of him filling you up, you don't think had never felt so euphoric. Your mind started going blank and as you mumbled out a chorus of jumbled "thankyous" and moans, he made sure to point the camera at your face once more, making sure to capture the exact moment he violated you, and the look on your pretty little face in the moment he claimed you as his own, before tossing it aside.

"Fuck." He breathed, shutting his eyes for a moment as he bottomed out, trying to focus. The way your warm gummy walls squeezed and clenched around his throbbing cock made him feel beyond elated. "You are so fucking tight baby girl."If he wasn't concentrating, he would've totally painted the inside of your womb by now. Beginning to move himself in, and out, his hands moved to grip onto your hips tightly, pulling you into his thrusts with extra force that had you seeing stars. "Perfect. Fucking. Pussy." Each word he breathed out was accentuated with a harder thrust than the last, his teeth gritting as he felt himself loose control.

You were absolutely cock drunk, unable to form any kind of coherent though or sentence, high pitched moans and squeaks escaping you every time you felt him slam into you. Opening your eyes just enough to see the expression on his face, your hands made their way to his body; One hand steadying itself on his impossibly chiseled torso, and the other around the bicep that was currently choking you out, giving a squeeze of appreciation as he continued to hammer into you.

His eyes locked with yours, and the way his pupils seemed to be blown out caused his lecherous gaze to appear even darker.

"Such a fucking mess for mess for me already, aren't we?" He leered, his fingers clutching your neck just a bit tighter. Leaning his face down closer to yours, your noses were centimeters away as he continued fucking you with a hard and steady rhythm while you stared into his blue eyes with adoration. "You love being fucked like a helpless little doll, don't you?" His voice was coarse and breathy, making you melt for him even more, if that was even possible.

"Ye-yes da-daddy-y." You moaned out weakly, not being able to steady the cadence of your voice against the impact of his thrusts while your eyes unfocused. A slight shift of his hips and suddenly, he was pounding into you so deep, you were positive you could feel him in your stomach. Sure enough, once you glanced down at your abdomen, you saw the not-so-faint outline of his dick popping up every time he filled you up completely. Your eyes went wide as you admired the sight, "wow."

Dabi watched you intently, pride swelling inside him watching you realize what you were seeing. Positioning himself up again a bit, he released your neck and grabbed your hand, placing it over where the bulge was appearing. "You feel that babygirl?" He asked, his smile growing wider as he watched you nod obediently at his question, while pursing your lips and letting out the most delicious whining noise he had ever heard a woman make. Involuntarily releasing a moan after that himself, he felt his release steadily building up.

He grabbed your hip with his free hand while still securing your other one down, and thrusted up into you, making you scream out in pleasure as he continued to hold your position, another lazy smile taking over your lips as you felt the pleasant burn and sting of his impossible length filling you up past the brim.

Quickly grabbing his discarded phone, he pressed record and watched the flash illuminate your features once more. His other hand pressed down harder on yours, making you feel where his cock head was poking out as he asked, "Want me fill you up, baby?" Focusing the shot on your pleading expression and nodding head, he let out one more satisfactory chuckle, "Want me to breed you like a good little whore?"

"Yes!" You screamed impatiently, "Please Dabi!" Tears were falling in steady streams down your cheeks from the force of taking his thrusts, and shutting your eyes so tightly. "Please cum inside me daddy, please.” Crying out, your voice pleaded for him so sincerely as you begged, “I wanna feel it dripping from my pussy so bad." The way his movements began to get harder, and more sporadic, you knew he was about to give in; and your heart was beating so fast you felt like it might explode. “I want it so bad.”

He threw the phone to the side once more, and began to pick up his pace, your words egging his animalistic side on to an uncontrollable degree. "Fuck." He breathed out, cursing himself for having to bust so soon when he waited so long to get you into his hands; no matter, though. There'll be plenty more days like this where this came from. "M'gonna cum." Dabi mumbled out in a rush, his hand finding its way tightly around your neck.

His mumbles and groans were music to your ears, and you had to force your eyes open upon hearing them, wanting to see his expression when he finally released into you. You squeezed your cunt around him as hard as you could, and felt as the weight of his torso distributed against your own as he tucked his face into your neck, a deep groan emanating from his chest as he pushed himself into you as hard as he could.

At the last moment, he grabbed your thighs, pulling them in and pushing them back a bit with the weight of his body while he felt himself finally release inside you; his hot cum coating your insides while you cried out in unison with him, the way he was folding you under him making you feel stretched and filled to the brim.

Your arms wrapped themselves tenderly around his neck, your fingers finding their way up through his messy locks while he rode out the wave of his orgasm, giving delicious low moans and sloppy kisses to your neck, his hot breath across your neck sending shivers down your spine. Burring your head into his hair and closing your eyes, you held his body close, relishing in the feeling of holding him so close; being so intimate.

After a few moments, you felt the full weight of his body rest down onto you, before he pushed himself off and to the side. Pulling you into a tight embrace, he pulled your body flush against his in the bed, securing your butt tightly against his crotch with his hand while rested his head on top of yours; and it wasn’t until that moment, that you truly realized the height difference between you and him. He was massive.

His lips planted a slow, loud kiss on the top of your head as one of his hands lazily reached for his phone around the bed, and you shifted to turn around. Stealing a quick glance up at him, you appreciated the way his handsome and striking features seemed to be softened by the calm expression that settled on his face after his release. Seeing him like that made you smile, and you felt comfortable as you tucked your head into his chest, closing your eyes, releasing a sigh and pulling one of the blankets he had strewn around his bed to cover your bodies.

While you fell into a deep, comfortable sleep tucked into his chest, one of his hands ran itself soothingly through your hair, and he occasionally planted a small, soft kiss against the top of your head while whispering praises in your ear. What you didn’t notice, however, was him grabbing a second phone with his free hand, that you didn’t happen to realize, was on the bedside table beside his.

He slid his finger over the screen, surprised that you didn’t even bother locking your phone with a passcode, but eternally grateful for how easy you were making achieving his little scheme go along. Clicking through the screens and apps until he found your contacts book, he didn’t have to scroll through the list for long until his eyes landed on the name he was looking for.

A wicked smile painted itself across his lips as he shared the contact to his phone, placing yours back on the beside table beside him before opening up the messages on his phone. He saved the shared contact, and began to compose a message.

Attaching the video files and pictures he had taken of you falling apart on his cock, Dabi debated whether or not to just send the attachments with no context, before deciding to include a short line of text in his message that read:

She sure was a fun time.

And then, after hitting send, he finally discarded his phone and laid down, closing his eyes with contentment washing over him as he held his new pet in his arms; sleeping so peacefully, with his cum still dripping down your legs.

The last thought in Dabis mind before he finally drifted off himself, was that he was going to have to fuck you a few more times for good measure once you woke up, just to make absolutely sure you were bred properly; But he’ll let you rest for now, you were such a good girl for him after all.

A/N: omfg yall i finally did it ;) it took me literally a month, I hope it was a good read. I’m kind of obsessed with the concept of dabi stealing away Todorokis girl srry the oc ended up being a pos questionable character lMAO

[andypantsx3]

tags/warnings: dabi x gn!reader, runaway prince touya au, ambiguously established relationship, some violence, slightly yandere at the end, sfw

length: 1k

"You're him," you breathe, a strange kind of terror zinging through your veins. "You're the missing crown prince."

Dabi—Touya, that is now—just arches a brow at you in that dismissive way he has.

"Thought you said you didn't care about my past, sweetheart. Walking that back now?" he drawls.

His voice is the same smoky rasp as always, tinged with an undercurrent of boredom, as though there is nothing about this revelation that has discomfited him.

"Why join a league of antimonarchists if you're quite literally a future monarch?" you ask, drawing back. Unconsciously, your hand goes to the knife pouch at your waist.

Touya's eyes follow the motion, and a smirk cuts across his mouth. "Why might a wolf creep into a sheep's pen, you mean?" he asks.

Your hands ball into fists at your side. You can feel your muscles shivering with the barely-restrained need to do something. You're certain what you want most is to punch him—a bold move on a good day, considering he's one of the League's most dangerous assets—but now the idea carries new weight.

He might be here, in antimonarchist headquarters. But if you punched him, you'd be punching the future sovereign of your country—an offense that carries a death sentence.

"Have you been spying on us?" you demand.

Touya laughs, leaning in like he's delighted with the question. "Oh no—I've been using you. There's a difference."

With his face this close to yours, you can pick out the changes this new information has wrought on his features. He's always been an arresting sight—his face full of stitches and metal, the skin under his eyes and mouth the purple bruise of old burns. But he's also always been darkly handsome—the damage to his face not enough to disguise the careful, sensuous lines of his features.

You see now that he looks so much like Prince Shouto—which makes sense. They're brothers.

"I'm going to have to take you in," you tell him. "Whatever your reasons, you're a liability now. Leadership will figure out what to do with you."

Touya's laugh is dry and crackling. "You? You're going to take me in, sweetheart?"

You scowl. You know you're not nearly equipped to fight him—you're more of a logician, and he's a brawler. He's got years of swordsmanship under his belt, and molten hot stores of fire magic at his disposal. He's also undoubtedly taller, broader, and stronger than you.

The odds don't look good, but you know he can't walk free after this.

You don't have a choice.

"You could come quietly," you tell him.

Touya snorts. "Doesn't sound much like me."

Your hand is back at your knife pouch, and you watch Touya closely for any sign of his magic—you've seen it before, an instantaneous inferno of blue flame impossible to escape at close range. Your best chance is to back away to safer distance and try to pin him with your daggers.

You will have to be fast.

But Touya is faster.

Quick as a viper, he strikes first. Blue flames rage into existence just past your shoulder blade, a line of fire shooting along the side of the room. It's so hot it feels you can feel the burn of it through your shirt, though it hasn't touched you yet.

You yank your dagger from your belt, lunging for Touya's ribs. Fire blazes to life in his fingers, roaring out in a hungry wave, and you're forced to stumble back to dodge it.

Blindly, you fling your dagger towards his shoulder, but Touya lunges through the flames feet away, and you hear the metallic clatter of your knife on the ground.

More fire pours from Touya's hands, lashing around the room in a sapphire wave. It feels like all the oxygen has been sucked from the room, the air thick and burning in your throat. The air shimmers with the heat, and your eyes water.

Too late, you realize Touya's burned a circle around you, cutting off any route of escape. You grasp your remaining dagger, warily eyeing the growing blaze.

Touya steps through his own flames just in front of you, grinning. He's always liked a fight, has always come out of them invigorated—and even this measly matchup has clearly pleased him.

"Touya, please, I'll ask you again to come quietly," you say, though you know very well your odds of besting him have just plunged to zero. You can't get a safe distance away, now—he could light you up in an instant.

But he doesn't make a move to. Instead, he looks thoughtful, those burning blue eyes flickering over you. "It sounds even better in your mouth," he says.

For a wild moment, you wonder what he's on about. But then you realize you've said it out loud—his birth name, where before he was only ever Dabi to you. The tips of your ears burn, independent of the fire blazing around you.

"But I won't be coming with you, sweetheart," Touya continues, stepping even closer. "No, even better. You'll be coming with me."

You swipe out at him as he comes within range, but his hand snaps out to catch your wrist, twisting expertly until you've dropped your knife. You grunt in pain.

"Let go," you gasp, kicking out at him. He easily wrangles you closer, until you're pressed against him with your arms twisted behind your back.

He's inhumanly warm, and this close he smells like ashes and smoke, with that rich, dark undercurrent like cinnamon you've always associated with him. You tell yourself you don't like it as much as you thought.

But Touya just grins, pressing his mouth to your ear, much closer than he needs to to deliver his pronouncement.

"Not ever," he says, low and raspy, before huffing a laugh. He bites the shell of your ear, a sudden flash of sharp teeth. Despite yourself, a shiver wracks your body. Touya shifts you, angling you closer against him.

"Now hold still, sweetheart," he says.

Before you can beg him not to do it, in a sudden flare of pain at the base of your skull, the world goes dim.

[gentrychild]

Anyone : most to least would fall in love with an absolut moron

Nura, what the hell? All of them are morosexual and the moron at the same time? Except maybe All for One and Inko who are just disaster-sexual.

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Izuku: "I want a quirk so I am going to make an enemy out of the freaking Symbol of Peace just to test a completely insane theory."

Shouto: Can't believe I am going to have to marry you. Summer wedding or winter wedding, though? Winter sounds cozier...

Izuku: "No idea of why this supervillain is cooking me breakfast every morning."

Shouto: Can I get married to him without introducing him to my father? Yay, probably. Now, where will we live? A nice place, with plenty of space but close enough from my hero agency...

Izuku: "Cranes are a perfect mediation tool."

Shouto: *sighs and takes off his shirt*

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Shouto: "I refuse to use half of my quirk because I have daddy issues."

Izuku: You absolute moron. You fool. I want to kiss you. I want to throw my 72-slides-powerpoint titled "Appreciate your goddamn quirk" at you.

Shouto: "Midoriya runs into danger without me? Midoriya doesn't want me to risk grievous injuries or to be caught by the commission? Betrayal! Oh, passive aggressive comments for Midoriya! Passive aggressive comments for one thousand years!"

Izuku: "... Ah, so this is what it feels like to have a soulmate."

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Dabi: "I mean, what's the worst that can happen if I throw bleach on my hair for a dramatic reveal while I am slightly on fire?"

Hawks: T_T

Hawks: Can't believe I have to honey trap you now. For my cover. As a mole.

Commission: "You really don't have to."

Hawks: "I DON'T HAVE A CHOICE."

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Hawks: "Anyone is a mastermind who knows what he is doing and definitely not a teenage personification of chaos."

Dabi: Be strong, Todoroki Touya.

Hawks: "Can you give me a glass of... What's the name again? Wet ice or something. I'm parched."

Dabi: *burns out of his shirt*

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Aizawa: "Living only on juice pouches sounds like the perfect dietetic choice."

Kurogiri, taking his shirt off: "You fucking moron. I want to shake you by the shoulders until you start acting like a reasonable human being. I also want to kiss you."

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I was going to say that Nagisa was the exception since I can't see her falling in love but...

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Inko: *discovers that the coffee machine at work is broken*

Everyone: *runs for the hills*

AFO, sighing: "Why do I find that so endearing?"

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AFO: *does anything, really*

Inko: Ah, so many red flags that en entire flag factory wouldn't be enough to make them. I like that in a man.

[x-neurotoxin-x]

oooh can i see your system dabi hcs?

I've got a number of these. I think I've made hcs posts about this before but I can't find them to link, so, I'll just make another

He's poly-fragmented, for sure. His entire life has been thrown from one traumatic event to another with zero support system or positive coping mechanisms, so he probably splits very easily and has a high alter count.

I also usually go with the hc that he has very high amnesia walls, so a lot of his life he doesn't remember very well or his memory is very warped.

Alters having differing views on things like beliefs, his trauma, abuse, revenge plans. So a lotta inner conflict.

A lotta childhood trauma, so probably a lot of littles

Stand by my hc that Touya (the Touya during the reveal) is a child alter, especially because of the dancing, excitement, some of his word choices, all very childish/young sounding. So i really think Touya himself is a little, but he's also probably a trauma holder, and programmed, so he's screwed up himself

(Ramoca trigger warnings for these next few bullet points) I usually go with the idea that he's a programmed system, so a lot of his alters are more "harmful than helpful" to his system as a whole because, unlike non-programmed systems, his system wasn't formed to benefit him, it was formed for the benefit of others. So, like, he has a lot of Ips, number alters, nameless, dehumanized/non human alters, and alters with programmed responses.

I usually hc it's mostly beta (sexual) programming since i usually couple it with the hcs that Enji sexually abused him and that he was trafficked in childhood by his parents as well as Afo's facility stuff. A lotta that is, like, accepting and even purposely seeking out sexual abuse from others, being desensitized to sexual violence, running on an "autopilot" during sexual situations, having consent issues and such. This is a blink and you could miss it hc in several fics I have, but I know Flicker i went more in depth with it.

Innerworld is very sectioned off, lots of isolated alters and restricted areas, as well as a lot of alters that are mostly internal (don't front a whole lot.)

I could see him having factives, especially factives of people who had an impact on him (his Father, for example)

Usually couple the DiD hc with depersonalization disorder too, and having a disconnect to his body/not seeing it as his.

Definitely think the "Dabi" alter was split sort of as a protector alter but developed persecutor traits, especially just based on how Touya acts as Dabi, he's very guarded and such but also pretty self-destructive.

A lot of alters split while on the street to help him get by/survive. Could def see Dabi developing as an alter while he was homeless, and probably hosting during that time.

[grimalkinmessor]

I think Hawks has a skewed idea of what abuse is and how it generally should affect those in power. As someone who was abused himself, not only by his own parents but further by the Hero Commission, you'd think he would know that what Endeavor did to his family is bad. And I see a lot of people like "He just looks up to Endeavor, he knows Endeavor is trying to change"—

But I don't think Hawks does know that.

Endeavor hasn't specifically said anything like that to him, and Dabi and Shoto also sure as hell aren't singing his praises, so I have to wonder if Hawks just... doesn't register what Endeavor has done as abuse. As something bad. Hawks knows that other people are angry about it, that other people see it as something bad—but I don't think he views it that way himself.

This comes back to the fact that Hawks himself is abused. Granted, he doesn't act like it. The differences eclipse the similarities between Hawks and someone like Dabi, because from what we've seen, Hawks seems to harbor absolutely NO bitterness towards his family or the HPSC at all. Which is fucking weird.

The Hero Commission bought a child from his family, trained him vigorously from a young age, and monitor what he says and does closely. Hawks even says in S5E3, "That's mean, making it sound like a choice when we all know it's not". They took Hawks' desire to be a hero and turned it into a chore. And though Hawks has expressed a desire to slow down and take things at his own pace, he also doesn't seem willing to go as far as one would think for it.

He doesn't see the Commission as something to revamp or take down, and whether this is because Hawks is content to use them for his own goal or because he's just painfully optimistic like Midoriya is remains to be seen.

For some reason, Hawks is not being written as a victim OR a mindless soldier, even though Horokoshi has canonically dropped hints that the Commission turned Hawks into a child soldier. He didn't even go to school and yet he doesn't have any will to go against the Commission. He doesn't think for himself. He recognizes the people around him and their need for help, but doesn't seem to realize he needs help.

I wonder if that will be a plot point in the coming arc. I wonder if it will come up when he and Dabi are pitted against one another again on the same battlefield as Endeavor.

[misstodorokifreelance]

Saw your Boku No Hybrid Academia headcanons and wanted to know if you'd do something for Shinsou and Dabi (if that's possible; if not, just Shinsou).

Hey there Anon! Hybrid Headcanons for Dabi and Shinsou? Well you must have read my mind cause I just thinking about that recently. Both of these gorgeous men are a new territory for me, but I'm super happy you've given me reason to write more of these, so lets get right into some headcanons (I also added Iida and Hawks cause they were in my drafts.) And cause I keep forgetting, if you havent checked out the rest of my lil blog here's the link for you all; https://misstodorokifreelance.tumblr.com/

BNHA HYBRID HEAD-CANONS PART 2

TW: Non/con, definitely a little smutty when mentioning ruts and stuff along those lines, oral, mentions of choking, degradation, breeding kink, and all my stuff is 18+.

DABI

🔹Hybrid: Leopard (or another big wild cat)

General Headcanons:

🔹 Dabi is touch starved to the extreme, and quite often doesnt exactly know how to handle it, coming off as a hissing, biting yet oh so regal person. He knows he's handsome, but nobody who has ever touched him has been kind, so it'll take a while for him to get used to it. 🔹 Once he's gotten used to your touch, you best believe he'll find excuses to be near you. He'll be stalking up to you like a predator and gently closing in on you until you have no choice but to give him attention and affection, and you best believe the entire time he'll be acting like you're just doing his bidding but definitely secretly like it. 🔹 He loves lounging around watching you work about the house or do whatever it is you do. He surveys everything, smugly content that in this house he's the king. 🔹 He's VERY proud of his tail, and often carries it over one arm as if it's an accessory and not his actual tail with an air of smugness. 🔹Secretly he also LOVES and I mean LOOOOOVES you washing his hair. He'll lounge back in a bath against you, purring ever so slightly as he feels for nails against his scalp while you lather and rinse his wild hair. It`s the only time he seems actually relaxed. 🔹 Dabi is super super protective of you, to the point he just kinda hates other hybrids and other humans that come near you. After enough times of you telling him not to be so aggressive, he instead will get a wicked expression on his face and push you into the bedroom as soon as any guests are gone. Whether that's just him holding you as tightly in his arms (plus his tail wrapped around you) as he can, or him going straight for wanting to claim you and put you in your place really depends on the mood he's in that day. 🔹 He's very rough in showing any affection back to you, and he has a hard time not wording everything as if he owns you. Cause that's how it feels to him; he owns you now. He'll have you backed against a wall with his teeth at your neck, or a hand ready to choke you in a moment. 🔹 He has pet names for you, when you're good, but mostly even in casual conversation with him it's a little degrading; everything from 'Little Mouse' to 'Darling' will all have a tone that makes it sound like he's above you.

🔹 He would slaughter anyone who even looked at you funny, he doesn`t care. He's even more protective of you when you're in public with him, and he will definitely spoil you rotten in front of every passer by. 🔹 Some of leopard Dabi's favourite things include; Luxurious couches to lounge on, getting his hair washed, lazy nights, leather clothes (on both him and you 😉). Spicy Head-canons 🌶🌶🌶:

🔹 Oh boy oh BOY, you do not want to be near Dabi when he's in a rut. From day one he'll be almost feral, and he wont take no for an answer, grabbing you and dragging you to the nearest soft surface so he can rut against you till you're a sobbing, sloppy mess for him. 🔹 He doesn't care what you have to do that day or where you have to be, he's going to have you on your back or on your knees and he's going to be rough and feral with you until he's claimed you over and over and over. He loves seeing you filled up, it makes him feel so smugly proud of himself. 🔹 His degradation will be at maximum here, roughly slamming against you as hard as he can and purring out little praises here and there but mostly it's all degrading. He likes it when you cry, or beg him, and he goes rougher when you do it makes him even hornier. 🔹 He's finishing inside you everytime, you better be ready for that. He's a Todoroki after all, the breeding kink is right at the forefront of his mind and he's getting you full and him milked dry at every opportunity.

HITOSHI SHINSO

🔸Hybrid: Cat

General Headcanons:

🔸 Hitoshi is a pretty laid back, if antisocial hybrid. He'd much rather just nap in your company, but he definitely appreciates his own space too. 🔸 He's very grateful whenever you bring him new blankets or cushions, setting them up wherever looks like a good place to take a quick nap, and quite often if you're not busy he may ask if you'll play with his hair while he sleeps. 🔸 Hitoshi actually quite likes helping with little chores around the house, especially sweeping or putting away groceries. It makes him feel productive, and he'll stand there quietly hoping you'll give him some affection for all the work he did just for you.

🔸 Not a massive fan of other hybrids, he at least tolerates some of them, though its from a distance. He'd prefer to not have to talk much, leaving his more conversational side for when he's with you and there's a bad reality or game show on TV you both can both judge heavily.

🔸 At night though, if you're going to bed he's going to be at your side no matter how he feels. He can't help but feel much more lonely at night, and he needs your warmth to remind him that he's got someone who loves him right there next to him. 🔸 He hates how running water feels on him, so he'll jump in a bath but he's avoiding the shower at all costs, but perhaps if you can convince him with many many MANY cuddles afterwards he'll at least sit with you while you shower and converse sleepily, and maybe dampen his hair under the splashes.

🔸 He`s luckily not a very picky eater, but he prefers to eat alone most nights, but he'll eat fast so as not to be away from you that long.

Spicy Head-canons 🌶🌶🌶:

🔸 Shinso in a rut isnt that much different than normal. He'd rather sleep through it than force you to humour his needs. He definitely feels it though, a sort of desperation to be touched, but he has a hard time explaining that so just tries to sleep. 🔸 Its a very different when he actually goes to sleep however, he's restless, tossing and turning and making quiet yowls until finally when you go to help him he wakes up, grateful for the touch and the relief. 🔸 He's rather be serviced than anything else, and likes watching you ride him in particular. He's also very into oral, it's probably one of his favourite ways to handle his ruts and he won't feel like he isn't both too restless, and too sleepy to return the favour. 🔸 One the few particularly rough days of his rut he's more awake, prowling around and just wanting to feel you against him. On these days, he has the energy to not only reciprocate but dominate you in his own way, probably wanting to be behind you and feel you on your knees backing into him. 🔸The days you aren`t there during his rut are a nightmare for him, and he'll be going around your things, especially clothes, underwear or pillows searching for where your scent is strongest and rub himself against it in a desperate attempt to relieve himself. Turns out he really does need to you to help him out, he can't exactly handle not having that as an outlet.

TENYA IIDA

🔹 Hybrid: Snake (some sorta python probably, that makes the most sense to me at least)

General Head-canons: 🔹 Tenya is the epitome of traditional and mature, always one to open the door for you, but he's not big on PDA, unless it's the odd hand holding. 🔹 You wouldn't know he's a hybrid unless you saw him without a shirt on, and he's insecure about that at the best of times, worried the scales down his back and neck are unattractive. Whenever you tell him he's handsome, he'll blush profusely and shower you in compliments of your own. 🔹 He has an uncanny ability to slip into impossible spaces (snakey boi be like.) 🔹 Tenya's calm and quiet on his own, and loves nothing more than studying quietly with you in the library or in his room with some classical music playing in the background. If it's raining even better, cause its the only time he'll pull his shirt off and let you watch the rain drip from his iridescent scales. 🔹 He likes things orderly and neat, including his own person. He'll shudder if he accidentally hisses when lecturing the more boisterous students, so be prepared to give him a tight hug when you next get a moment with him! 🔹 He keeps his bed more like a nest, curling up with cushions and blankets, all meticulously picked out, and he'll enthusiastically show it to you, wanting to hear your opinions and making any adjustments you feel are necessary. Don`t worry about thinking he needs approval, he just wants an excuse to hear your voice for a few moments more. 🔹 You're not just his Princess, his Star...you're his equal in everything. He wants you and everyone else to know that, so if anybody treats you wrong or makes fun of you they better watch out cause Tenya won't go easy on them. In fact, he'll get a bit worked up about it and won't even care if he's hissing or his irises become slits. Nobody can say shit about you and get away with it in front of Tenya. 🔹 Some of Snake Tenya's favourite things; classical music, rainy mornings, a little plushie snake Deku gave him, trips to the market or temples when he's feeling particularly traditional.

Spicy Head-canons 🌶🌶🌶:

🔹 Tenya doesn't enjoy being in a rut at all. It feels debaucherous, and he can't stand you feeling like you have to indulge him. Especially being what he is, he could get too in the mood and want to constrict you. 🔹 When he's really in the mood he won't be able to sit still, he'll be on edge, leaning up against you, wanting to twist his body around you and get his hands around your waist. He'll pull you against his body, kiss your neck and whisper sweet nothings to you.

🔹 Surprisingly, Tenya would be up to switching, he doesn't necessarily want to be dominant, merely charming. He wants you to make the first moves, to touch him where only he and you can bond as one. It's like a ritual, proof of his devotion to your well being. He also is up to try new things, provided you explain it to him first and he's sure you won't be in any negative pain. 🔹 First few days of spring, when his rut gets so bad he can't even focus in class is when he finally gives up, and is writhing and tense and unable to contain how badly he NEEDS it. Needs you. He'll steal you away for a day, try to be as gentle as he can. Want to share a bath first? Want to cuddle in his nest? He'll try not to seems as desperate as he is, but once it starts be prepared for HOURS cause he's still a master of self control....in that way. It'll be long and hella hypnotic!

KEIGO TAKAMI (Hawks)

🔸 Hybrid: Hawk (duh)

General Head-canons: 🔸 Hawks likes wearing baggy clothes when he's with you, whether or not you're taller or shorter than him it's all the same. He has hidden platforms in his boots, and whenever you're out with him he'll be fluffing up his wings to appear as big as he can.

🔸He's just naturally good with people, and they're drawn to his casual laid back nature (also the fact he gets everyone hot under the collar), but he needs a recharge every once in a while. At the end of the day all he wants is to cuddle up with you and wrap his wing around you so he can keep you safe. Maybe he'll get out a bottle of wine to share as well. 🔸 Usually such a smooth talker, he'd be surprise you have him flustered. From the first stutter, you'd have him obsessed, and he'd be perching on a rooftop if you were going out somewhere new just to make sure you're safe. If anything goes down he'll take care of it and then leave you too it, unless you want him to hang around of course. 🔸 He's gonna show you off! PDA? Yeah and? He doesn't care, you're his baby bird and the whole world is gonna know it! Kisses on the cheek, nose, forehead, lips. Holding your hand or waist in front of the swooning fans gives him a little rush every time you blush cause of it. 🔸 Unless you can fly, he'll take great pride in lifting you into the heavens so you can see the world how he does. It's almost as beautiful as you from up here.

🔸He's not all laidback and chill though. If he's in the mood then you'll know about it within minutes. He's more than up for games of cat and mouse (bird and mouse?), happy to chase you down with a hungry grin on his face before scooping you into the bedroom.

🔸He's a bit restless, flapping his wings or whistling little tunes whenever it gets too silent, hoping to catch your attention. Either you'll come over at cuddle him or start humming and he'll join in. He LOVES singing with you, if that's your thing. 🔸Some of Birdy Bois fave things include; sunset flying, baggy clothes, ironically watching bad dating shows, over the top public flirting with you.

Spicy Head-canons 🌶🌶🌶: 🔸 Hawks is a dom, and not just that but he's game to get out some handcuffs or other toys to play with. You'll be tied up with your legs wide and he'll be proud parading in front of you before stalking up to give you all his love. 🔸 He's very vocal, especially if he's in a rut. The odd chirp of pleasure here and there, but mostly just really really loud moaning to the point you better hope the neighbours aren't home! 🔸 Don't feel bad if he IS in a rut, because you're so gorgeous he could just get off to you standing in front of him in pretty red lingerie. Red gets him even more turned on, its his fave colour on you. He'll be open and honest about what he needs, and he'll sweep you off your feet and shower you in affection.

🔸

[sparrowhero]

shy! singer w/ shigaraki, dabi, and hawks??

I can do that! Since you didn't specify, I'll do headcanons for just someone who loves to sing but is shy about it, regardless of skill level

Shy! Singer Reader x Shigaraki, Dabi, Hawks Headcanons under cut

Shigaraki

His main music choice is usually stuff like game OSTs and midi fighter stuff. He doesn't really know anything about what singers do or their training, but whatever you can do is a hell of a lot better than he can croak out, so you have his respect for that.

That said, he might scare you by asking what you're doing if you sneak away to try and practice on your own and shows up on you mid warm-ups. He doesn't know WHY you ran off, since he was just asking you a question. Weird. After that, he just assumes that it's a secret of yours for some reason.

He'll never say it but your voice relaxes him. Since you're shy about it, he won't call you out on it, but sometimes he'll linger nearby and listen to you sing through the thin walls of the hideout or your room. Sometimes it gets stuck in his head, and if you notice, it's his turn to feel shy.

Once you're dating, he'll sometimes request for you to sing him to sleep. It isn't often due to your shyness, but there are times when his brain is so loud that your voice is the only thing that can calm him down, that can silence all of the other voices and memories that bother him. He sleeps with his body curled around your midsection and head on your chest so he can feel the vibrations.

Dabi

Music snob, he's going to be a little (or a lot) critical at times, but (un)fortunately, he gives good advice. He never gives out praise that isn't genuine, though, so any time he compliments you, it's real.

He's kind of insistent on listening to you after he finds out why you sneak away. Dabi likes to scare you a little since you have a big reaction every time. What's the big deal? Does it matter if he's there to listen, so go ahead and sing. It's half fun, and also he's trying to get you to get a little more confidence. If you can sing in front of him, you can sing in front of anyone.

As I've said before, sharing music is a way Dabi bonds, so he's going to loan you vinyls and stuff and ask you for your opinions on their technique and what you hear-- what do you think gives the best sound, the most energy. He's got a decent voice so occasionally, if you ask real nicely, he'll sing with you. Dabi likes it more than he lets on, but he'll never give you more than a song or two-- just to keep you wanting more.

If, no matter what, you don't want to sing in front of others, he'll keep your secret for you. Anybody asks, and he'll just shrug and say he's keeping watch. Once they've left, he knocks twice-- a silent signal for you to continue your practicing. If you want to perform just for him, then who is he to say no?

Hawks

Hawks loves that you have a hobby that you're passionate about, even if you can't share it. He loves music himself, likes to hum a lot. He's not really a bad singer, but also not necessarily a great one, but you can hear how much he likes it. No matter if you're dating or just friends, he wants to hype you up.

He might (definitely) record you without your knowledge while singing to yourself because it's sweet! It's so nice to see you in such a natural, relaxed state without worrying about anyone listening. However, he always gives himself away and has to (begrudgingly) delete it. He occasionally sneaks in a fierce feather to listen to you if you won't let him be there in person since singing to the feather just...feels different than the look on his face.

He doesn't judge you for your skill level or lack thereof. It's enough to see you happy and enjoying the music, especially if he's given the chance to share it with you. If you do allow him, one of his favorite pastimes is to sing your favorite songs together in the kitchen while doing dishes or something. He'll try and goad you into singing with him by starting it off, nudging you with his wings to carry the tune with him

Contrary to popular opinion, unless you actually have a bird quirk or are otherwise quirkless and enjoy it/ask him for it, he won't call you his songbird*, but he'll give you a plethora of other endearing nicknames about it-- from "How's my rockstar?" to "Is our star accepting flowers today?" depending music genre preference. He does, however, call himself YOUR songbird when singing together.

addendum*: if you wanna hc that he does that be my guest you don't need my permission, just my humble opinion teehee

[nightlilly0110]

Oh my god if I see season 6 come out and I see people be like “poor hawks he wants to join the villains but he has to do what the commission says uwu” I’m gonna fucking lose it.

Not once does this dude actually express the fact that he cares for the villains. “Oh but he was nice to them” ITS CALLED ACTING. HE WAS UNDERCOVER. IF YOU BELIEVED HE WAS ON THE SIDE OF THE LEAGUE GUESS WHAT - YOU BOUGHT IT. YOURE GULLIBLE. THE WHOLE POINT OF HIS MISSION WAS TO MAKE THEM TRUST HIM.

I literally saw someone say recently that Hawks loved Twice. LOVED HIM AND THAT HE WAS A FUCKING TRAGIC HERO FOR HAVING TO KILL HIM!!!! Do you know how fucking stupid that sounds?!

“But he was offering to help rehabilitate them! Twice instigated the fight!” Twice didn’t fight back. Twice also knew that the “rehabilitation” Hawks had in mind was just throwing them all into Tartarus. There is no rehabilitation in the BNHA universe. That’s fanon. I should know because I fucking MADE a rehabilitation au.

“Twice’s quirk was dangerous! He had to get rid of him!” Again. Twice wasn’t fighting back. He tried to run and was LITERALLY STABBED IN THE BACK. He was escaping. He was trying to get away.

“But if he’s a dangerous criminal! Hawks had to protect himself and others!” POLICE/HEROES SHOULDNT SHOOT UNARMED PEOPLE! POLICE/HEROES SHOULDN’T SHOOT GUILTY PEOPLE EITHER! POLICE/HEROES SHOULDNT SHOOT ANYONE! AND IF YOU TRULY WANTED TO REHABILITATE THIS PERSON YOU WOULDNT FUCKING KILL THEM!

“Hawks had no other choice. The Commission-” Hey. Hey. Look at me. If someone tells you to do something, you don’t have to do it. It’s called free will. I will admit he was probably abused and brainwashed by the Commission. But like. This dude does not change his tune. He does not want to break free of the Commission. He doesn’t struggle with following his orders. We’re talking about the dude who said that he’d “corrupt himself” for the good of the mission. He’s fine where he is. He’s a goddamn lapdog. He’s a huge contrast to Lady Nagant, who was actually remorseful at what the Commission made her do and tried to quit (and was punished for it).

“Dabi just let Twice die!” Dabi attacked Hawks to help Twice escape but failed. It was not his intention to let Twice die.

“But he was filming it to frame Hawks!” He wanted footage to prove Hawks was a bad person in general. That was the footage he happened to get.

“Dabi abused Hawks.” Just attacking someone is not abuse. Abuse occurs when one party has a position of power over the other. Dabi was just attacking him. And if you have a problem with him attacking people, I hate to break it to you - it’s a shonen manga. With people literally labelled as heroes and villains. There has to be conflict and Hawks literally just killed a man. I think Dabi can attack people if he wants to.

“Dabi was happy Twice died! He was laughing!” Dabi says with his own damned mouth that he can’t cry. He’s also been shown to, even before he was Dabi and when he was Touya, smile when being hurt. Touya, you know, the kid with an abusive father. The kid that wanted so much attention from his abusive father that he repeatedly hurt himself to “make him stronger” and would then smile to hide his pain. Dabi smiling at Twice’s death isn’t because he’s happy. He’s grieving and he can’t cry. (Side note: Shigaraki also smiles when in pain.)

Enough about Hawks.

(Also can we talk about the fact that Dabi called out Endeavour for his behaviour and Best Jeanist told him to shut up and keep “personal matters” off of tv and when Endeavour admitted to the child abuse Burnin basically said there’s no proof?)

[pocketramblr]

Pocket you cannot leave me hanging like that, what happens after the DNA test comes out as a match?

1- The next night, the broker Izuku would prefer to not acknowledge comes back with a new piece of paper. "Well?" Shigaraki asks, and the broker waves his hands. "It's a boy." Dabi grabs the paper. "Match between Midoriya Izuku and... Person 2? Giran, what-" he stops, looks at Izuku, and tilts his head. "All Might's secret lovechild?"

2- Shigaraki buries his head in his hands at the worse mental image. Magne pats his back, Twice calls Dabi both an idiot and a genius, Toga questions how Giran got All Might's blood to test. Spinner and Compress turn to Izuku, and he shuts them down immediately. "No. I am not. Ugh, Todoroki thought that too "

Dabi gets so mad at that, he storms out without a word. Izuku thinks that's kinda weird, but Giran just takes the paper he dropped. "I didn't, Toga, that's mine. And it was a spit test, not blood."

Magne points out that spit is kinda just filtered blood, and Shigaraki yells at them all to shut up. Then, he asks Izuku about Todoroki- and his weaknesses.

3- Izuku has had to deal with Shigaraki wanting info on Bakugou out of him for the last day, and he's at his limit now. He snaps, Shigaraki snaps back, and it's only when Spinner tries to break in to point out that Todoroki was the other one who fought Stain. That's a good enough redirection for Izuku to ask if Shigaraki isn't super annoyed by the stain cosplay thing, considering their mall conversation. Giran sits down next between Magne and Compress, who fill him in on how Izuku's been the last day- refusing to let Toga spoon-feed him, but begrudgingly allowing Spinner, though they suspect that will be different now. Giran says Spinner is one of the better choices for Izuku to try and use for sympathy to get an out, since he does have Stain's approval, and Spinner is, as far as Giran knows, the only member who hasn't killed anyone yet. Smart. Compress says it runs in the family, but Magne says it's absolutely no thanks to Giran at all.

4- Giran lights up a smoke, with that gun lighter of his, and Izuku cuts off when he sees it, wary, until he just lights a cigarette and puts it away. He does ask though, "Giran, right, the broker? You give them the equipment too, you gave Mustard his gun?" Giran tells him he gave Dabi a gun, actually, and Mustard stole it. The others laugh. Izuku doesn't. He's mostly glad he heard any other name to use for the broker than Hisashi. But then Giran says that it sounds like Izuku's smart, and wonders if Tomura would have an easier time swaying Bakugou to his side using that. Either way, he'd be useful with some of Giran's training- and a short leash. Izuku's very unhappy with this idea, but Shigaraki's unhappy with him and says he might just do that, since it'll piss him off. Once Sensei makes sure he isn't OP, of course.

5- Izuku has a miserable next day, as usual. That night, Giran doesn't visit. Instead, the door knocks just before All Might crashes through the wall. Edgeshot knocks a lot of people out, then pauses looking at the piece of paper that fell from the bar. It's almost as disturbing as the teenage corpse floating inside of Kurogiri. But Izuku's hugging All Might, so everything is fine- aaaand they've all been wrapped away. Well. At least All Might can make AfO feel pain for it. Nine UA students commit vigilantism and get Izuku to a hospital. Inko is immediately brought over- though the hero Edgeshot does pull her aside while Izuku's in surgery, with a few questions.

+1- After Izuku gets his casts off and can go home, he gets a text from an unknown number.

"Hi kid. Like I said, even chances you'd get picked up. You can ask your friends how they knew, it was patches storming out in a hissy. Also like I said, you owe me a favor. Later, though. For now, just don't block this number?"

Izuku immediately blocks the number.

Cities away, Giran laughs and pulls out a second burner phone.

"fine, I get it, one helicopter parent is enough. Take your space."

Izuku glances to the door, behind which he knows his mother is getting ready for visitors from UA, that she isn't sure he's safe there, and holds his phone so tightly it breaks.

[itsnothingofinterest]

Okay I’ve been out of the loop for a while so what’s been going on? So far I’ve heard good things such as the return of Shigaraki and some of that delicious character development in Toga. At the same time I’ve heard that Endeavor and Hawks haven’t really learned much and are continuing to double down on their choices and Skeptic’s been another victim of wasted character syndrome. Has the plot gone anywhere or has it remained fairly stagnant since I stepped away?

Well some of those are very recent developments that I can't say much more on than you're being right, but....yes that's all about right.

Tomura resurfaced fully from the mental chains of AFO within seconds of Kurogiri’s appearance at UA. We’ll have to see how well that sticks though. There’s probably something to be said about how Deku contributed nothing to this and Tomura was 100% saved by the villains closest to him (everyone thank Spinner), and what that means for Deku & what he should do next; but we’ll save that for another day.

Toga’s gone through what you might call development; giving up on her crushes when they started sounding like her mom & dad to instead focus on eradicating the heroes, especially Hawks. I can’t call this an entirely positive development, but at least she’s focusing on targets that deserve it now.

On Endeavor & Hawks...well in fairness, Endeavor has done nothing but say all of one line to Touya. It’s a remarkably unimpressive first line to his lost son, but otherwise he’s just received mercifully little page-time.

Hawks however is just repeating his greatest mistake and saying Twice needs to die; showing that he has gone through no development, learned nothing, and is everything the villains have claimed the heroes are. But we knew all that since 299.

And sadly yes, Skeptic did nothing this whole arc besides provide reconnaissance to Dabi and deliver some fire lines (”Anyone who likes the status quo can suck it!”); and then he got hacked by La Brava. This literally just happened; but much like a sniper’s location being found, this basically means he’s done.

So I guess to answer your question on if the plots gone anywhere or just spun its wheels; well I guess it depends on what you consider the plot moving forward. Tomura’s in control again but is still fighting the heroes. Hawks & Endeavor are now confronted by everything they’ve been avoiding, but this has had no effect on them yet. And Skeptic’s getting dealt with before he did anything of meaning.

A lot’s happened, and every time something has happened everyone’s acted like this means the heroes are losing; but overall the heroes are still winning, and also haven’t development much as characters or people.

You tell me what that counts as.

[haleigh-sloth]

As a fan of Enji's character, it's almost weird for me seeing ppl want him easily find out how to atone when the point of the chara is how he is a huge fuckup lol. Every thing he did since the Dabi reveal is 100% IC and it is supposed to be frustrating (the shame to the point of avoidance etc). If he made sound and logical perfect choices on what to do or say etc, what's the point and the rest of the family wouldn't be needed (and he wouldn't have abused them in the first place). In fact I am genuinely impressed that HK actually meant it when he had Shouto say "let's all stop Touya together". I didn't think Rei Fuyumi Natsu would be assertive and actually involved to such an extent (I just thought they'd be under attack, not that they would rush to Touya!). Victims taking back power in the family narrative is very fitting imo. Enji held power for a long time so if he kept doing just that it'd have been weird so it's nice that he is humbled at every turn over and over again by the rest of his family.

I agree with everything here

I see both sides.

On one hand--Endeavor DOES need to make progress in his thinking, his actions, what he perceives as what he needs to do in general for his family.

At the same time--Endeavor should not get the satisfaction and narrative glory of saving everyone in his family--EVEN IF THAT'S WHAT HE WANTS.

The way I look at 387 is that Endeavor wanted exactly that. He wanted to save his family, everyone in it, including Touya. He even said it at the beginning of 387--he doesn't want Touya to die.

Finally!! We're here!! Not that he ever wanted Touya to die or anything--but he's finally just looking at his son and paying attention to him!! However, this is Endeavor we're talking about. It can't just be laid out for him to do everything perfectly because, well, he doesn't deserve to just get what he wants that easy and be the hero of the family.

A lot of people point out how he views both Touya and himself beyond help. And to me, that's spot on when it comes to making sure Endeavor doesn't get everything he wants by his own hand. He wants the right things, but he doesn't think it's possible because of his own pitiful man pain and the state Touya is currently in.

Letting those things overshadow what he really wants is what separates him from the kid heroes, who don't let things keep them down. And in the cases where their hopelessness gets the best of them, they are able to get right back up.

Look at freaking Shouto who is what, 7 hours away?? By car??? From his family??? If anyone had a reason to feel hopeless about the situation and put his attention elsewhere, it's him. But after All Might lifted him up he pulled it together and kept going. Enji could never, honestly.

Like...to me it was a great way to show that yes, Endeavor finally gets it. He not only fully understands that he ruined everything, he finally gets HOW he ruined everything, with Touya specifically. That's good! But he also is picking suicide over....I mean literally everything else. Do I see why his character made that choice? Yes. Doesn't mean it was right, but I get it, and I don't think getting legit mad at his character makes ANY SENSE. Everything that happened, to me, fits.

There's a reason the story didn't let him get away with that decision, which I think is what made that whole sequence so awesomely executed.

[gottalovesuki1]

Yandere Dabi Headcanons

Warnings: kidnapping, choking, misuse of quirk probably , forced affection, pet names, tied up, yandere tendencies , sexual scenes, humiliation, domination, and Dabi being a asshole.

It was easy to kidnap you. A quick swing with a bat and you where knocked out, sure he could’ve used his quirk but he didn’t want to burn you well not now at least

Turquoise eyes stared you down “finally awake huh?” His voice sounded tired but excited? “I’ve been waiting a long time for this moment.” Of course he was he had been stalking you for a few months now.

He’s done you many favors by eliminating everyone around you. Making you believe your friends had betrayed you it was quite easy. He really didn’t wanna but we all know that’s a lie. He had to what he had to after all he didn’t want anyone in his business.

You cried and cried begging him to release. He found your crying amusing the thought of him releasing wasn’t gonna be anytime soon princess. He got that you where scared but you didn’t have to be scared anymore he was always gonna be there whether you like it or not.

He’d feed you and allow yourself to bathe. As long as he watched you of course. He’d like when you squirmed under his gaze it amused him. He would also squish your face when you where eating you looked like a baby kind of reminded him of his younger siblings.

Sometimes when you where screaming a bit to loud he’d have to choke you or use his quirk to install fear into you. Plus you where hurting his ears and quite frankly you where being annoying he didn’t want the neighbors checking. You’d begged him to release saying you couldn’t breathe. Truth be told Dabi got a riot out of choking you seeing you beg for him to release you made him feel a type of way.

He’d let you go after of course he didn’t want you dying on him. You had bruise marks after but he put bandages around them. You couldn’t really speak after, your throat hurted every time you spoke so when you asked him if you could go to the bathroom the only reason you couldn’t go yourself is because it was locked and Dabi was the only one who had the key.

He made you beg on your knees. What a pitiful sight he took several pictures of you on his phone. He bended down slightly now on his lower legs. Holding your chin he said “beg for me princess and I’ll let you go.” He was amused by this once again it was to him so of course he wanted to remember this moment.

“Go on beg for me” taking out his phone pressing the recording button he waited for you. “Please Dabi I need to go please” you where crying now you where being humiliated. “Keep going show me how much you wanna go to the bathroom” he was still holding your chin making you look at him. And so you begged and begged your tears never stopped.

After all that you met with a simple answer “No” he simply just said no. “What?” Desperation latched into your voice. “I don’t think I’ll let you go.” He said right before laughing. You where blinded by rage punching and kicking him not that it did anything to him he’d just smirk at you. Before subduing you on the floor “I really don’t want to do this doll face but fighting me isn’t gonna help you one bit” he looked at you basically saying don’t even try it.

Yeah he threatened you but what’d you expect for him to allow you to hit you. Not that you could. He could easily burn you alive but it seemed he was keeping you alive for now.

Dabi really liked putting his hands on you whenever he could. After a while he’d let you outta of the cellar he kept you in. He liked wrapping his arms around your waist and breathing on your neck plus he liked that it made you squirm.

Forced affection was another thing he did. He’d make you kiss him and he knew deep down you liked it even though you didn’t.

He didn’t care though cause you where his toy and he could play with you however he wanted. You thought you had a choice? Think again sweetheart he was in control of this relationship.

Authors Note: I just wanted to do a take on how Dabi would be as a yandere and what better way then headcanons.

[ravelights]

All for One sounds genuinely angry here it's interesting to see how angry he sound about Endeavour "making" Shoto fight. I suppose it could be opening old wounds for him, having brothers fight each other would no doubt remind him of his situation. But he Also seems like he's angry at Endeavour for "neglecting" his children and choosing to be a hero over being a father. There's Also his mind games behind this words, like hawks said, he's trying to rile Enji up/ break his spirit. So there is the fact if the worst guy in the world is angry at your choices in parenting does make you think.

We as the audience knows that Shoto chose to fight Dabi, even though Endeavour didn't want him to, which is something AFO doesn't know.

But Should DFO be true this moment would be very ironic, the fact that AFO is calling out endeavour for neglecting his responsibilities as a father to instead be a hero. All while he'd literally be doing the same with Izuku and even worse. I do wonder if Hori parred up Endeavour with AFO, instead of with Dabi for a reason.

Because under the eyes of DFO unlike with All might which was a fight between mentors, this would be a fight between fathers.