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pleathewrites · 6 months

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bellow the fire into my deadened lungs

chapter 2 excerpt — dabihawks first time read full story here

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Keigo surges up to kiss the scarred man hard.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Keigo smirks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Keigo moves back to watch it all.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Touya likes the versatility.

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

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

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

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

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

They both groan.

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

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

The dam breaks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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zombryz · 1 year

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♡ all my suffering ♡ chapter 6

˗ˏˋ hello ˎˊ˗

Chapter Six

Pairings: Shigaraki x f!reader x Dabi

A/N: Hii my dear readers!! Please enjoy all the hurt, the angst, the "love", THE SMUT, and of course the action and fight sequences lol :3

Warnings: Specific to this chapter - blood, angst, possessiveness, smut (lots), quirk play, masochist!reader (sort of)

Word Count: 13k

Toga also started calling Tomura by his first name. You weren’t sure if this was to mock you or if she just felt left out. Either way, it was precious to hear her also refer to your boss by his first name. Every time you observed him acting strangely in response to her demonstration of friendship, you bit back a small chuckle. But he never did this to you. Actually, now that you think about it, you couldn't tell if he liked it or not when you called him Tomura. Unfortunately, at this time, it didn't matter. You were currently on a mission that Tomura alerted the league to earlier that morning. You were summoned to the woods by someone Tomura referred to as “The Doctor.” He didn't say much about the mission, but you knew it had to do with his strategy for overthrowing the hero society. You were all currently standing in what appeared to be the gloomy lair of the so-called “Doctor”. Only moments ago, you were face-to-face with a giant creature named Gigantomachia. The Doctor, who is sitting in front of the league, facing away from you and in front of multiple computer screens, supposedly set up the encounter with the giant. You were confused and out of breath because you had just prepared yourself to fight Gigantomachia when a black substance started pouring out of your mouth. The substance was similar to Kurogiri’s warp gate and allowed you to teleport from the mountains to this lair. You try to dial in to your surroundings by looking around the dark room. There are rows and rows of tanks filled with purple liquid, and inside are the bodies of Nomu. You are at the back of the group, standing next to Dabi and Spinner. Tomura, Toga, and Compress are in the front and have a clear view of the Doctor. Tomura began speaking with the doctor moments ago, but you were still taking in your surroundings, completely oblivious to what was being said. Dabi turns to you and signals that it's safe to put away your knives. You do as he says and try to listen to Tomura and the doctor’s conversation. You must’ve missed introductions due to being distracted, because it felt like there was already some tension.

“So why not lend me a hand, Doc?” Tomura hisses through his teeth, eyes filled with passion.

“You just sound like a kid playing a bad guy!” The doctor laughs in Tomura’s face, causing Tomura to straighten his posture in annoyance. “Anyways, I was always planning on helping out,” he adds in a more serious tone.

“Tomura, those ideas of yours seem deranged.” Toga chimes in, sounding a bit hurt by the words Tomura spoke that you weren’t paying attention to. You must’ve also missed the ”ideas” she’s referring to. “Like, do you also want to destroy,” she inhales deeply, “the things you love?” Toga frowns. Tomura turns his head slightly, looking over his shoulder.

"Well, I don’t particularly love anything.” Tomura’s eyes bounce from Toga’s to yours. He then turns back to face the doctor once more, swiftly breaking eye contact with you. His words sting your heart a bit; it’s not like you particularly love anything either, but you couldn’t help but think back to his drunken words about how much he would sacrifice for the league. You knew he cared for the league the way you cared for them. “I suppose I can give mercy to the things you love.” He adds to his response by waving her off. This causes Toga to cheer, and your heart settles a bit.

“You’re all far too weak; I can’t just hand over these powers.” The doctor says it in an ominous tone. Powers? Is he talking about quirks? Is he planning on giving us quirks? "But there is something you can do to prove to me that you’re ready.” He stands from his chair and continues, eyes bright: “Gigantomachia is a valuable member of the league, and he was All for One’s biggest fan. He hasn’t accepted you as his master.” He narrows his eyes and says, “If you can make Gigantomachia submit to you, then everything I have will be yours.” You never met All for One, but the league doesn't talk much about him. Apparently, he was Tomura’s master who got taken by All Might during a raid.

“Just so you know, I’m not helping.” Dabi chimes in and crosses his arms in displeasure.

“Is it because your fire didn’t work on him?” Toga calls him out, and you shoot him a wandering look, questioning why he’s been acting so weird since the last time you two slept together.

“No,” he hisses back, “I have a good potential ally in mind.” Dabi turns away from your questioning glare and looks at Tomura.

“Fine.” Tomura looks over his shoulder at Dabi and shrugs. What? So Dabi is just going to leave without saying anything?

Before you can object, the doctor pulls out a small nomu and twists the pipes sticking out of its head to teleport you back to Gigantomachia. You went to object, but it was too late; more black liquid started pouring from your mouth. You look at Dabi one last time, but he doesn’t look at you. Still confused and a little disoriented, you land next to Tomura, who is already approaching the giant man. You prepare yourself for battle and take out your knives.

“Hello,” Tomura says to Gigantomachia in a calm voice, causing the giant to growl at him. “Are you ready to submit to me?” Tomura’s voice grows dark, and it is unlike anything you’ve heard from him before. You remain behind him, ready to back him up any way you can.

Tomura starts running towards him, and before you can stop him, the giant man brings down his fist. Tomura luckily dodges it, but the wave of the blast causes him to be sent back a couple hundred feet in the air. Once out of sight, the giant rests his eyes on you. Oh shit. You weren’t as bold as your leader; instead, you took off running to put some distance between you and the giant, and luckily, he didn’t chase you. ---

It had been hours since you started fighting the giant. It was dark now, and it was as if Tomura had just started fighting. You had no idea how he had so much energy; you were exhausted. Twice assisted in making clones of all the league members, including yourself. It was rough constantly watching your clones get pulverized by the giant villain. You winced every time you saw yourself turn into gray goop. You, Spinner, and Toga decided to stay back in the tree line to watch the battle unfold. Tomura wasn’t letting up, though; he was determined to make Gigantomachia submit to him. If you were being honest with yourself, you were also irritated by Dabi, who just decided to abandon you. As you sat on a rock, twirling a random stick in your hand, you thought about how Dabi abandoned the group. It felt so unlike him.

Suddenly, everything went silent, causing you to drop the stick. The big guy tuckered himself out and fell asleep right in front of Tomura’s feet. You and the rest of the group quickly ran over to him and asked what you should do now. Tomura shrugged and peered ahead at what appeared to be a small cave illuminated by the moon and located beneath a waterfall. His features now covered in exhaustion, you realized he just wanted to sleep too. You and the rest of the league followed him into the cave. Spinner started a small fire, and everyone claimed a corner as their bed for the night. As you went to lay down with Toga, you saw that she was already resting on Twice’s lap. Spinner was paired up with Compress, which left you with Tomura. You hesitated for a moment, not sure of what to do. If you let him sleep on the ground, surely he wouldn’t be able to get any sleep, and neither would you. When you slid down the cave wall next to him, he looked at you through the hand on his face before taking it off and laying it down on the other side of him.

“Who was the ‘potential ally’ Dabi mentioned earlier?” You tilted your head to look at him as he undressed from his hands.

“That still bothering you, huh?” Tomura speaks in a monotone voice, probably due to his exhaustion. He saw your face earlier, when Dabi first mentioned that he was leaving. He knew you weren’t happy about it.

“What? No!” You deflect his acquisition by shaking your head before you add,“I-I just don’t get why he left at a time like this.” Your voice cracks, betraying your lie. “Trouble in paradise?” Twice chimes in from the other side of the room. You roll your eyes at him, shifting your attention back to Tomura.

“Listen,” he exhales slowly, “he does that from time to time,” Tomura adds in a lower voice than before to keep the group from eavesdropping. He then leans over to lay his head down on the pile of hands, choosing to face away from you. You calm your thoughts about Dabi and take in Tomura’s appearance. He had a bunch of cuts and bruises all over his face and hands, and it looked like he was trying to hide them from you.

“Don’t go to sleep like that.” Your tone is serious as you slightly tug at his coat, causing him to groan and lean back up to face you. He is looking at you with tired eyes and heavy shoulders, and it pulls at your heart strings. You couldn’t help but think both he and Dabi were avoiding you lately. Tomura could’ve easily asked you to heal him, but he didn’t. You furrow your brows, irritated with them both at this point.

“Are you mad at me now?” His question surprises you, but it causes you to relax your face and scoot closer to him. You sometimes hated that he could read your energy and know what was going through your head.

“No,” you huff, “now stop talking.” You bring your palm to his cheek, and he flinches at the sudden physical touch but soon sinks into your hand and doesn’t say another word. You activate your quirk, and he watches you in awe for what feels like the millionth time now. Your hair begins to float, and your eyes start glowing. He doesn’t move from your hand once you finish healing his wounds. Instead, he continues to stare into your eyes, scared to move because he doesn’t want to upset you again. The fire crackles beside you, and the warm light hits his face in a way that makes your whole body heat up.

“Are any of you hurt?” You call out to the rest of the league, but they all groan a no in response as they’re all so close to falling asleep. You turn your attention back to Tomura, who is now falling asleep in the palm of your hand. His eyes are slowly closing, but he is fighting his sleep as hard as he fought the giant today. “Here, I’ll take first watch.” You position yourself against the wall and pat your lap, indicating that he can rest his head there. He realizes what you’re saying, and his eyes widen a little.

“I can’t; I could accidentally kill you in my sleep.” He states it bluntly. He’s so tired now that he looks frustrated.

“Good thing I’ll be awake to activate my quirk if I have to.” You give him a promising smile, and he contemplates for a moment before accepting your offer. He positions himself to face the rest of the league with his back against the wall while he slowly and gently brings his head down onto your thighs. You can tell he is unsure about this because he isn’t putting his full weight on you. To make him more comfortable, you bring your hand down to his head and attempt to lull him to sleep by running your fingers through his hair. He tenses up at first, but after a few seconds, you feel his body weight shift, and he is drifting off into a deep sleep. You can’t help but watch his breath while he sleeps. You had never seen him sleep before, and you couldn’t take your eyes off of him. You were doing a terrible job of keeping guard because your eyes never left his sleeping figure. His long, bluish-grey hair was splayed out over your thighs, revealing his handsome face. His lips were slightly parted, and his lashes were long and matched his hair color. Watching him like this suddenly makes your stomach twirl. The extremely dangerous Tomura Shigaraki feels safe enough with you to let you protect him. What a sentiment. You couldn’t help but smile like an idiot. After about an hour, Tomura shifted in his sleep and wrapped his arms around your left leg to cuddle your thigh. You froze, prepared to activate your quirk, but his own quirk never activated. His palms were flat on your thigh, and you weren’t turned to dust. Still on edge, you slowly lifted his hands without waking him and placed them at his sides. You weren’t sure why decay didn’t activate in his sleep. Strange, you thought.

After another two hours, your eyelids started becoming very heavy. You were deep in your thoughts and even started to remember a little bit more from your past and your hero days. You had faint memories of someone you were close to just before returning to U.A. There was a man with red wings. Was it wings? Who knows. If you try to remember too much, you’ll get a headache. You didn’t like having nothing to do but think. There were even a few invasive thoughts about Dabi, and you were curious what he was doing while you had another man laying on your lap. You debated waking Tomura up to switch with you, but you wanted him to get as much sleep as possible. As if he felt your exhaustion, he stirred awake and sat up slowly, yawning. The fire had died down, so there was little light left in the cave. He looked at you and recognized the tired expression plastered on your face.

“Here,” he rubbed his eyes, “I’ll take over,” he says, shifting to sit up against the wall.

“Are you sure?” You silently hoped he was. You were beyond exhausted.

“Yeah, come here.” His words immediately give you butterflies. He takes off his coat and lays his head against the wall, revealing his Adam's apple, while he gives his lap a little pat and spreads his legs slightly. You give him a once-over before agreeing; he looks awkward, but you are too tired to care. You slowly bring your head down onto his lap and lay the opposite way he did, facing him instead of the rest of the league. You weren’t sure why you laid this way—maybe because you wanted to look at him while you fell asleep. He takes his coat and lays it over you. He brings his hand to your head the same way you did to him. His hand brushes gently over your hair, barely brushing you. When you smile softly, he decides to do it again and starts massaging your temples sweetly with his pinky finger still in the air. Tomura wasn’t big on physical touch, but it felt different with you. He has always had this urge to touch you.

“You didn’t dust me in your sleep.” You whisper, looking up at him with heavy eyes. He was already looking down at you, so your eyes met him instantly. This made your stomach flip. Luckily, it was somewhat dark in the cave, so he couldn’t see it. “You had all five fingers on me, and I didn’t have to activate my quirk,” you whisper again.

“Hmmm.” Tomura furrows his brows but continues to rub your temple as he diverts his eyes to the fire. You wanted to know what he was thinking but didn’t push further. Instead, you quickly gave in to sleep.

---

You only got an hour of sleep. The cave started rattling and shaking you awake forcefully. You felt Tomura’s arms wrap around you roughly as he pulled you into his chest. The cave walls were cracking, and rocks started falling from the ceiling. Gigantomachia found you. How did he find you? Tomura wrapped his arms around your head to prevent any debris from falling on you. You closed your eyes tightly and shifted your body closer to Tomuras, wrapping your arms around his waist. Once the attack stopped, the group shuffled to their feet to exit the cave. Tomura unfolds his arms slowly, revealing you sitting between his legs and clinging to him. You gently unwrap yourself and pull away from him, feeling embarrassed now.

“Are you okay?” Tomura flashes you a look of worry before grabbing your chin and checking you for injuries. He turns your head to the left and then to the right. You are too worried about him, so you swat him away gently before turning your attention to him instead. You lean into him once more to check for injuries. “I’m fine; are you okay?” You sit up slightly to get a good look at him. He seemed unscathed.

“Don’t worry about me. I’m going to make this bastard finally submit to me.” He rose to his feet, placed the hands back on his body, and started toward the entrance to the cave. There was a determination in his voice that made you believe him. As he exited the cave, you got up to follow him into battle. You only just noticed that you were wearing his long black trench coat that he covered you in the night before. It was gradually getting colder outside, but you knew he probably wouldn’t stop the fight to put his coat on. So you decided to wear it for now.

---

It had been a week since you started fighting Gigantomachia. The entire league, minus Dabi, was exhausted and frustrated at this point. It had been non-stop fighting, only allowing two to three hours of sleep at a time. You all started sleeping in shifts, except Tomura. He wouldn’t tell you this, but he would rather fight on zero hours of sleep than risk putting you in harm's way again like he did the first night in the cave. After all, for some reason, Gigantomachia started ignoring everyone but Tomura.

There were moments when Gigantomachia would fall asleep, which allowed the team to meet up to discuss game plans. That’s where you all are currently. You were all standing in a circle discussing ideas of what to do next when, all of a sudden, Twice’s phone started ringing. Everyone turns their attention to Twice as he pulls out his phone.

“It’s Giran! I wonder where he’s been; I’ve called him like a dozen times!” Twice shouts.

You recognized the name. Giran is the outside recruiter for the league and assists with getting costumes and weapons; he even helped Compress get his new arm. You think about Dabi for a moment and his “potential ally”, Maybe that's why Giran was calling. Your heart flutters trying to listen to the conversation when Twice’s face drops in fear.

“This isn’t Giren…” Twice alerts.

“A voice changer?” You add, and your face contorts in confusion as you listen to the weird robotic voice coming through the phone speaker.

“Who are you? Where’s Giran?” Twice yells into the phone.

There's an uneasy silence when the stranger answers.

“I’m the grand commander of the Meta Liberation Army.” The voice comes out staticky. “My name is Re-Destro,” he adds.

Tomura stands up and grabs the phone from Twice. Causing you to shift focus to your leader.

“First the Yakuza, and now the Liberation Army?” Tomura speaks into the phone. He holds it with two fingers, careful not to dust the thing. “Why are you has-beens suddenly appearing out of nowhere lately?” He sounds pissed off.

“Where is Giran?!” Twice yells again.

“Ah, I’ve got him right here, and he’s still alive; don’t worry. Our objective is to liberate all metahumans and to demolish the existing world to create a new one where people can be themselves.”

“You talk a lot.” Tomura groans.

“Interesting; I think we should explore that.” Mr.Compress chimes in.

“Give us back Giran, and then we’ll talk. We have bigger things to deal with right now.” Tomura attempts to conclude the deal.

“Oh, you’re mistaken. You’re not calling the shots right now…” Re-Destro answers smugly. Tomura growls in response. “How are those mountains? We’re watching you all on satellite right now.” Tomura thinks about dusting the phone, but you grab his hand before he can.

“I think we should hear him out.” Your eyes meet his, and he backs down, holding the phone out in front of you.

“Ah, Lady Medela, is that you? I heard you switched sides.” You hear Re-Destro’s cocky voice on the other side of the phone.

“What do you want from us?” You speak up.

“The league of villains has become too well known. We simply want to crush you so that we can start this war without you getting in the way.” You grit your teeth at his words. “Make your way to Deika City in the next hour if you have any chance of freeing your friend Giran. Then, you will decide if you stand against us or do nothing and be captured by the heroes that we will send to your location.” Tomura’s fingers are still on Twice’s phone while you stand under him close to the speaker. He’s heard enough now but still looks to you for confirmation before you send him a “yes” with just your eyes, giving him permission to dust the phone. He lays down his palm and completely dusts Twice’s phone.

“Hey! My phone!” Twice groans, reaching out for the dust particles.

“So, no good choices...” you start, still looking up at Tomura.

“No, so I guess we’re going to Deika City to crush these bastards.” He jumps down from the rock he was standing on.

“What?” You object and tilt your head at him. “You’ve barely slept in a week; there's no way you can fight like this.” You cross your arms, hoping that he’ll back down from your words.

Tomura doesn’t answer. Instead, he turns his body to speak into the earpiece that the doctor gave him when he first arrived here.

"Doctor, did you hear all that? How long do we have until the big baby wakes up?”

You can’t hear what the doctor is saying, but you’re almost positive he gives Tomura a number of hours.

“Perfect. Now, where’s Dabi?” Tomura says it out loud to no one in particular. This makes you perk up a little. Were you finally going to see Dabi again? “We’ll need an exit, Doctor.”

“We’re really going to fight him?” Toga questions.

“Have you noticed how the big guy always finds me no matter where I try to hide?” Tomura begins, and you think back to the moment in the cave when you were jolted awake by Gigantomachia’s attacks. "Well, I’m going to bring him with us to this fight. Re-Destro doesn’t stand a chance.” You look at Tomura and notice his features. He is confident in this plan, and you start to realize how great of a leader he is becoming. He is so smart and calculated, and you admire that about him. You would follow him into any battle.

Once again, the black substance starts pouring out of your mouth as you are teleported right outside Deika City. Your eyes immediately meet Dabi's, who is resting against a tree. He must’ve been summoned here as well. He looks at you briefly before turning his attention to Tomura.

“How did I get dragged into this?” he scoffs and rolls his eyes.

“Maybe because you’re part of this group.” You answered him with a little bit more of an attitude than you meant to.

As you all walk through the city, you notice how empty and quiet it is. It was almost like there was no-one home.

“Where is everyone?” Toga voices out.

“I get it now. The whole city is the army.” Tomura says.

After a few minutes of wondering around, a man in a black suit and glasses walks out onto the street to face you.

“Our guests have arrived! Welcome, welcome!” He creepily welcomes you. “Let the festivities begin!” he shouts before snapping his finger. Suddenly, tons of army members start flooding out onto the streets, ready to attack.

“Where is Giran?” Twice yells after the suited stranger.

"Oh, your friend? He’s with our grand commander.” He gestures to the tall building behind him. Bingo, that's your destination. You, along with the rest of the league, get into battle formation. You remove your knives from their holsters and hold them in either hand between your fingers.

The army members yelled out “Tomura Shigaraki!” all at once and pounced on him. There are so many of them. You take out two random men with sheer strength alone. Your first collide with their heads causing them to fall to the ground. You try to keep tabs on Tomura's movements, but he takes off towards the building with an entire mob of army villains in tow behind him. Without hesitation, you follow him, leaving the league behind. Dabi’s eyes follow what you’re chasing after, and he looks down, realizing you left him to follow Tomura. You slow down a little when you see Tomura swaying his feet as he also slows down a bit. Oh no, he's getting sloppy. He’s going to pass out. You knew he shouldn’t have rushed into battle with no sleep. The mob begins to catch up to him, so you run even faster to catch up before they can hurt him. Suddenly, Tomura jumps onto a stone fence and rushes back the opposite way towards the mob. He grabs one of the mob members faces and glides his hand across the bodies, disintegrating them all at once. Your eyes widen in horror; you have never seen him kill anyone, let alone that many people at once. All of those people, just gone. He jumped off the stone fence and landed right in front of you. Anger seethed out of his mouth like a rabid dog. He was panting heavily and was ready to grab you, but when you flinch, his face shifts when he realizes it's you and not another mob member.

“Tomura,” your voice comes out barely above a whisper, worry seeping over your face.

“I think I’m going to be sick.” He leans over and grabs at his ribcage, releasing the contents of his stomach onto the ground a few feet away from you. None of you have eaten in days, so it was mainly bile. You knew this battle wasn’t smart. He is overworking himself.

“It’s okay.” You gently pat his back, unsure of how to comfort him right now.

Dabi and Spinner catch up to you and try to understand what they just saw. Did Tomura really just kill all those people in one move?

"Well, if our leader isn’t sparing lives, then I’ll have some fun too.” Dabi laughs quietly to himself.

A couple of army members make their way to your location. Dabi quickly lights them up in flames. You protect your face from the heat and lean down to meet Tomura’s face. Your hair falls in front of your eyes, and you move it behind your ear. He looks at you from the side, and you give him a sweet smile.

“Are you okay?”

“I’ll be fine.” He’s breathing heavily, not as angry as before.

Once he is back on his feet, the streets begin to swarm with Twice clones. They’re all yelling that they’re here to protect you all, his comrades. You can’t lie; you feel the odds are much better with this many clones. You and Tomura speak to each other with just your eyes. You both decide to use the distraction to run towards the tower again.

“Twice, do you think you can clear a path?” Tomura asks the closest Twice clone in proximity.

“Of course, boss!” Multiple Twice’s answer at the same time.

Once you reach the tower, Tomura turns to you and looks over your head to get a couple of Twice clones' attention.

“Keep her here, will ya?” He asks the clones, and they oblige by grabbing your arms and pulling you away from him.

“What? N-No, let me go!” You fight back against the clones, but there are about five of them holding you down. “Let me help you fight!” Your eyes meet his, and there is a flicker of sadness in his eyes.

“I don’t know who is waiting for me up there, and if it's a boss fight, I can’t risk having you with me.” He softens his eyes a bit. You hate that he’s doing this by himself.

You call after him, but he is already in the building before you can fight any harder. Damnit. He’s going to get himself killed. Your heartbeat quickens, and you suddenly have a looming feeling fall over you.

After a few minutes of trying to fight your way out of the Twice clones’ grasp, you feel a thud and are then surrounded in gray goop. The Twice clones were taken out? By what? You duck, avoiding an attack from your right. It was an Army member. They’re strong too; they were able to take out Twice’s clones in one shot. You prepare yourself and start throwing punches. The army villain ducks your attacks and goes to activate his quirk when, suddenly, he is lit up by blue flames. So maybe he wasn’t so strong, and maybe Twice’s clones are getting weaker by the minute.

Your eyes meet Dabi's, and you see in his face that he knows what you’re about to do. Before you can even get the chance to think your body takes off running into the building of the tower that Tomura was in. Dabi was faster. He grabs your wrist and stops you, making you whine out in frustration.

“Let me go, Dabi!” You fight against him, but this is much harder than five Twice clones. You were so close to fighting alongside Tomura, but now he's still up there, alone. Dabi’s grip is hot and causes you to wince a little, but you ignore how painful it is.

“Wow, I thought I had more time.” Dabi’s face drops in realization, but you’re just as confused as ever.

“What are you talking about?” You reply through your spurts of trying to escape his grasp. You feel like a toddler trying to kick and scream to get what you want.

“You and Shigaraki,” The grip on your wrist loosens, and he drops your arm. You catch his eyes once more; his beautiful icey-blue irises begin to match his mood. To your surprise, you don’t immediately run inside the building once you’re loose this time. Instead, you look up at Dabi, not sure what he is trying to say to you. You furrow your eyebrows at him, hoping he’ll continue to explain what he's talking about.

“You care about him.”

“Yeah, well, I care about all of you.” You speak in a questioning tone, still not following and slightly irritated that he’s bringing this up now.

“You care about him more than the rest of us.” His face shows signs of sadness mixed with a hint of jealousy. “I know this because, for a while,” he pauses, “you looked at me like that.”

“Dabi,” you say, lowering your voice to match his tone. “Can we talk about this later?”

Dabi is angry now. He gets in your face and speaks down to you. “I’m not going to let you kill yourself for him all because of a little crush.”

Crush? CRUSH? He thinks you have a crush. On who? Tomura? How dare he make this whole situation miniscule just because he thinks something like that? Before you could scream at him, punch him, or whatever it was that you were feeling, all the windows in the tower above you shattered. You threw your hands over your head in an attempt to protect yourself from falling glass. Oh no, Tomura. Dabi grabs you once more and leads you around a corner where you are safe and both have eyes on the building. It looked like a giant hand was sticking out of the top floor and creating a giant hole in the wall from the outside. When you looked up, you saw Tomura fighting a man in a striped suit. This was the boss fight, you thought. It’s Re-Destro. He was running around his attacks, trying desperately to get his hands on him. Suddenly, Re-Destro grabbed Tomura with his giant hand and held him there. When Re-Destro flipped Tomura upside down, you yelled out to him, attempting to run towards the building, but once again, Dabi stopped you and kept you close to him. All you could do was watch. The ground shook beneath you when the building started collapsing. What was going on? Dabi grabs your hand, pulling you along with him as you run away from the building to seek shelter again. When you look back, you see another Tomura on the ground, touching the building. What? Then it clicked. The Tomura that was fighting Re-Destro was just a clone, and that’s why he didn’t want you to come up with him. After your realization, you gasp in a second realization. How is he doing that? Is his quirk evolving? You think back to when he just disenegrated that mob group; he didn’t touch half of those people, yet they still died. Was his quirk, decay, spreading? Can he disintegrate in larger quantities now and let it spread to other things it touches? You were in complete awe.

The battlefield is flattened, and you see what you assume is the real Tomura approaching a weakened Re-Destro who is lying in a pile of rubble. Once you’re at a far enough distance, Dabi lets go of your hand, and you both turn around to watch how this plays out. You listen to their conversation as much as you can, but you’re further out than you’d like to be. Tomura attempts to decay more of the ground around him but is caught off guard when Re-Destro jumps and smashes the debris with his giant fists. This causes Tomura to be sent flying backward. Re-Destro is quick; he is tuned into Tomura’s location before he gets a chance to land. Once he does, Re-Destro holds Tomura up by his arm, and you can see Tomura wince as his whole body weight is suspended in the air by Re-Destro’s thumb and pointer finger. Re-Destro is massive now. Your heart is racing as you watch this battle. Tomura goes to dust his hand, but Re-Destro grabs his other hand and has Tomura completely powerless now. Tomura winces again, and this time you hear him scream. His hand is crushed by Re-Destro. “Nooo!” You scream out, looking away as tears well up in your eyes. Was this it? Was Tomura about to die? “Dabi, help him!” You turn to face Dabi, tears now streaming down your face as you beg him not to let Re-Destro kill him. You felt helpless and powerless. All you can do is stand around and hope Tomura makes it out of this so that you can heal him.

Dabi starts leaving your side to engage in the battle when Re-Destro jumps back in pain. Tomura started to decay Re-Destro’s thumb, causing Re-Destro to release Tomura and throw him to the ground. Tomura then sits up and grabs his head in pain. You notice that his entire left hand is covered in blood as he rubs his temples. After a few seconds, Tomura is back on his feet and takes off running around Re-Destro. He’s fast, but not fast enough. Re-Destro creates a huge ball of purple energy and throws it right at Tomura. He once again goes flying through the air. He is taking hits left and right, and you cannot handle watching it, but at the same time, you can’t peel your eyes away. Through tears, you continue to watch the fight. The last hit must have broken Tomura’s left ankle because, when he stands up, he starts limping towards Re-Destro, dragging his foot behind him. He reaches down to grab the hand that he is always using to cover his face. He is in rough shape, and you’re not sure how much more he can take. His nose is bleeding, but he’s smiling. Why is he smiling? He is looking up at the sky as if he were remembering something. You’re worried now that he has a concussion. You need to heal him soon. Then, in an instant, the hand you’re used to seeing on his face is disintegrated by his own hand. He dusted it without a second thought, crushing it like it meant nothing at all.

“These are no longer necessary.” You hear Tomura speak loudly and confidently. It is the first time you have been able to hear his voice in this battle. It’s different. His voice is unwavering and not as whiny as it was before. There's a credence in his voice that’s raw.

Re-Destro ups his game by transforming himself into a giant-suited mech. Tomura quickly counters his moves by dusting his entire arm. He’s becoming cocky with his moves now. You weren’t sure what made him suddenly so much stronger, but you were so happy to see that he was winning. Tomura kneels down and starts decaying the ground beneath him, causing Re-Destro to fly away while pieces of his suit start slowly falling off. You and Dabi are further away when you notice Gigantomachia making his way to the battle. You figured things were about to get super ugly, so you tried to put some distance between you while still keeping your eye on Tomura. As Tomura decays the city around you, you notice all of the color leaving his hair. You’re not sure what you’re seeing, but it almost looks like it’s turning white. Re-Destro’s suit is totally destroyed now, and you see him start to flee. He looks terrified of Tomura.

“We need to get out of here. Shigaraki’s going to kill us.” Dabi gets your attention, and all you can do is nod. You take one last glimpse of Tomura and see him throw his head back in a sinister and freeing laugh. You have never seen him this happy. Aside from being worried that you’re going to die, you couldn’t help but smile seeing him like this.

As soon as you’re outside of the dust zone, the world goes silent. The ground settles, and the smoke starts dissipating. He must’ve won. You and Dabi make your way back over to Tomura and notice Spinner hiding behind a van. You group up with him and look into the valley where the building once stood. Your eyes catch Tomura’s figure once more. He looks so different from when you arrived. He stood tall, and his hair was as white as snow. He was covered in blood, and his clothes were mostly destroyed. He was only still wearing his black pants, which were ripped at the bottom. Your eyes make their way to his chest, and you instantly turn beet red. You had never seen Tomura shirtless, and now he was standing there in battle, shirtless and covered in blood. He was lean but still very muscular. Dabi made a tch noise when he saw what you were staring at so intently.

“Woah, when did Shigaraki get ripped?” Spinner’s mouth dropped open, and you bit back a chuckle. Hey, he said it, not you.

Re-Destro’s legs were missing. He must’ve cut them off to avoid them disintegrating. He was currently bowing to Tomura, and you took this as confirmation that the battle was over. He won. When you look over to the right, you see Gigantomachia bowing down to Tomura, as well as every single one of the Meta Liberation Army members.

“Ummm, are we supposed to bow?” Spinner asks.

“Fuck that. I’m not bowing.” Dabi crosses his arms, annoyed.

You silently admire the man before you. He has changed so much since that dreadful day that he kidnapped you. He was just a scared kid who was the leader of a few low-ranking villains. But now he had gained all of Re-Destro’s followers as well as the respect of a multitude of high-ranking villains. You don’t waste another second. You slide down the crater that Tomura created, leaving Spinner and Dabi behind the van. Your heart beats loudly in your chest, and you're breathing heavily, trying to cross the valley to make your way to him. You’re running as fast as you can. He had just finished whatever he was saying to Re-Destro when you reached him. Without thinking, your body collides with his as you wrap your arms around his neck, bringing him into a heartfelt hug. You didn’t even realize you were still crying. Tomura is thrown off balance a bit as he struggles to stay off his broken ankle. He is surprised and confused, but he accepts your hug. After a moment, he wraps his non-broken hand around your waist and rests his chin atop your head. He smiles gently and breathes in the smell of your hair. The smell of strawberries.

“I thought I was going to lose you.” You whimper into his chest.

“You didn’t believe in me?” He laughs into your hair. Even his laugh is different. He is so much more assured.

You both don’t say anything else. He just holds onto you until you pull away first. Once you do, you heal as much as you can of his wounds. The fingers that were completely crushed were gone, but you were able to heal the nubs of where his fingers once were, leaving him with two fingers on his left hand. He tries to make a joke about how he's lucky he’s right-handed, but you were too concentrated on healing his ankle. Only because he told you to, you heal Re-Destro’s legs so that he is at least no longer bleeding out. He then tells you that the league will come back with him, and he will provide lodging and food for the group.

---

It had been a week since the fight in Deika City. After you were shown to the headquarters, you were each given a room inside the massive basement of the Meta Liberation Army, along with new clothing and new suits. Tomura was busy with Re-Destro, so you were left with Dabi, Spinner, Compress, Twice, and Toga. You wanted to see Tomura, but you knew that as the leader of such a huge front, it would be hard to speak with him whenever you wanted. You spent the week avoiding Dabi’s stares and passive-aggressive comments. You knew he wanted to talk to you about your "crush,” but you felt like you needed to figure out what it was you were feeling first before talking to someone else about it, let alone with a man that until recently you were sleeping with. Not to mention, you still feel something for Dabi. You found yourself watching him silently as he fidgeted with his coat, fixed his staples, or felt your breathing hitch in the back of your throat when he stood a little too close to you. As you were eating lunch with the league in a designated room, one of Re-Destro’s henchmen, Skeptic, came to grab you all for an announcement. He forced you to dress in elegant attire and to meet him downstairs at five. You dressed in a simple white dress and wore black heels to match. For the first time in a long time, you put on some makeup and brushed your hair. When you came downstairs, you noticed Dabi in a suit and tie. It was an odd sight, but he looked as handsome as ever. He was struggling with his tie, so you slowly made your way over to him to assist. He dropped his hands and allowed you to help him. There was a tension in the air that you ignored.

“These things are always so itchy.” He complains.

“Well, let’s hope it’s just for tonight.” You give him a soft smile, and he looks down at you with joyless eyes.

As you fix Dabi’s tie, he brings his hands back up to yours and gently rubs your palm with his thumb. You shudder and look away from him, but he brings your face to his and gives you a small kiss on your forehead as a thank you. He says nothing else, and before you can react, Skeptic walks into the room. You all followed Skeptic into an elevator and down three levels of stairs that opened up into a giant convention-style room that held close to 100,000 people. Your jaw dropped when you saw them all. Skeptic brought you to the back side of the building so that you would walk out on a stage where Re-Destro and Tomura were already seated. There was a throne in the center of the stage, and sitting on the throne was Tomura. He was wearing a giant, fluffy red cape and a suit and tie underneath. His hand was in a brace that gave his two fingers support. He had one of the hands he used to dress with on his face, assuming it wasn’t the same one he dusted in battle. His other hand was in a black sleeve that would keep him from accidentally decaying anything. His white hair fell a little past his shoulders now, and he looked so clean and soft. It was nice to have access to showers whenever you wanted. When you peered around the throne, you noticed his legs were spread as he nonchalantly sank into the throne. He looked the part of a king.

As if he felt you near him, he turned to face you as you walked up next to his throne. You looked down at him, ignoring the crowd in front of you, and it felt like you were the only two people in the room. He instantly released the breath he had been holding this whole time. You were like a safety net for him, and he never knew why, but when you were around, he was less anxious.

Re-Destro then introduces Tomura as the new grand commander and the king of villains, and you all as “The Paranormal Liberation Front.”. The crowd cheers, and you smile for them. Once the room starts clearing and you exit the stage, you find Tomura and make your way over to him. You approach him nervously with your hands behind your back. Your heels clicked as you walked, causing him to turn around and look at you.

“Hey.” He speaks first. His voice really is different now; it wasn’t just that day in Deika City. It is deeper, and you can’t help but like it.

“Hi,” You respond calmly, but inside you’re shaking. You feel so small in his presence. Somehow, he seems taller. Maybe it’s because his posture is straighter, but he’s always towered over you, so that can’t be it. You don’t know why you’re so nervous; this isn’t your first conversation with him. "Tomura Shigaraki, the King of Villains, has a nice ring to it. ” You try to lighten up the awkward tension.

“Yeah, I suppose it does.” He takes the hand off of his face—a small gesture that shows that you still hold a special place for him. He doesn’t bother taking off his hand mask for the others, especially now that he has an image to uphold. “You look nice.” He looks you up and down, and your face starts to heat up.

“So do you.” You look away from his gaze, suddenly aware of his eyes on your body.

“I want you to come with me.” He says this in a quiet voice, not taking his eyes off your face.

“Okay, where are we going?”

He says nothing; instead, he takes off down the corridor with his cape flowing behind him. You follow him without question. He leads you down more stairs, deeper and deeper into the basement. Once you arrive at a large iron door, he pushes it open, revealing the lair from before your fight with Gigantomachia. It was where you all first confronted the doctor. So that’s where it was. He walks you into a room that is just past all of the giant purple tanks filled with Nomu. It is a medical room with a terrifying chair in the middle that has wires and tubes sticking out of it from all directions. There is medical equipment all over the room, and there’s a screen that shows brain scans. To the left of the chair, there is a line of windows that allow someone on the outside to view in; however, there is no one in sight. You’re confused about why he brought you here. You turn around to face him, and he is already looking at you. His hands are behind his back, and he looks like he has something on his mind.

“Tomu-” You start to say something, but he quickly interrupts you.

“My quirk manifested during my battle with Re-Destro.” He walks closer to you, and your heart starts beating faster. You weren’t scared of him, but he did make you nervous because, for the first time in a while, you couldn’t read his moves. “It not only disintegrates something I touch but also whatever is connected to it.” He leans in even closer to you and grabs your left hand with his right one to bring it up to your face. He is holding it out in front of you with just his thumb, pointer, and middle finger. He slowly adds his ring finger, and you freeze.

“T-Tomura, what are you-” You prepare to activate your quirk.

Then he brings down his pinky finger so that all five of his fingers are holding your hand. He is palm to palm with you, and his fingers are wrapped around yours gently. His hand is a little clammy, and you can tell he’s just as nervous as you are. He gently rubs the top of your hand with his thumb as he brings his eyes to meet yours. When you look back up at him, you realize he was much closer than he was moments ago. His face was inches from yours.

“I can control decay now.” He smiles a little as he looks at your lips.

You smile back, and you’re not sure why there are tears forming in your eyes. You’re just so proud of him. You pull him into a hug, but the motion causes him to trip over a medical wire. He falls towards you, causing you to fall backward into the metal chair behind you. You clench your eyes shut, bracing for impact, but it doesn’t come. You are now lying in the chair with Tomura’s knee between your legs. His arms are stretched out at the sides of your head, and he is caging you in, his hair messily falling over his face and yours. It tickles a little, but you can’t help but feel heat rushing through you. He is panting, and your heart is racing. He is looking at you with those crimson eyes, lust covering his features. You notice his eyes flickering at your lips multiple times. You don’t care anymore; you take the opportunity that is laid out in front of you. You grab his tie and pull him roughly into you. His eyes widen as you kiss him like you’ve wanted to since you first laid eyes on him. He freezes for a moment, but then he melts into your kiss. He moves his right hand away from the side of your head and uses it to grab your face to hold you closer to him as he wraps his fingers around the back of your neck. He pulls his knee up a little until it is flush with your heat. This sends a wave of ecstasy through your body that makes you moan into his mouth. Your reaction makes him smirk as he takes your bottom lip into his, and he bites harder than you’re used to. He sucks your lip gently after, and you want more of him. You sit up a little to kiss him harder, but he pulls away from you and off the chair, leaving you whining for him. No, no, no! When you look at him, he is facing away from you and out the windows into the hallway. Unsure of what just happened, you wait for him to speak first.

“I can’t.” His voice isn’t as confident as before. It was staggering a bit, and he sounded in pain. “I can’t do this to you. I can’t hurt you again.”

“I don’t understand.” Your voice betrays you, and you once again feel so small. You have so much of yourself to give to him, but he refuses to take it. To take you. You have been chasing him for what feels like forever. Now that you’ve caught him, he doesn’t want you. This stings.

He won’t look at you.

“Tomura, can you look at me, please?” You’re practically begging him at this point. Tears threaten to spill again, and he must hear this in your voice. He does what you ask and turns around to look at you. He looks sad too; the smile he wore moments ago is now downturned.

“Pretty soon I’ll be put in one of those tanks over there.” He walks over to you again and squats in front of you so that he can meet your height on the chair. You furrow your brows at him in confusion.

“What?” None of this makes any sense.

“My body has to undergo several modifications that are going to take months to complete.” He is looking at you with sad eyes. “That’s why I brought you down here so that you could hear it from me and not from Dabi.”

“Dabi knew?” You’re not sure how to feel about this.

“Don’t be mad at him; I told him to keep quiet.” He tries to console you by rubbing little circles on your thigh.

“Well,” You look up at him with doe eyes and grab his hand from your thigh to hold it in your lap. “I-I can wait for you.” You add, sniffling a bit.

“Y/N…” He starts. “This war is going to start soon, and I can’t promise that I’ll even make it to the end.” The realization sinks in, everything you all have been working so hard for is starting to catch up. You feel like your knives are poking at your heart, and as your tears threaten to spill again, you feel like there are needles in your throat. How did we end up here? “Dabi will keep you and the rest of the league safe.” Ouch, another sting to the chest.

“Can we just have tonight and worry about the war tomorrow?” You say it as though it’s the easiest solution in the world. You both know it’s not. Once you open that door, there is no going back, and Tomura knows this. He didn’t even want to care about you as much as he does. Heck, he didn’t want to care about the league as much as he does. He doesn’t know what to do; you’re pulling at his heart strings. You notice that he’s lost in thought; you try to bring him back to reality, and the next thing that comes from your lips is a total accident. “Tenko?” He freezes. He forgot that he had told you his name. His real name.

“Come with me.” He grabs your hand, and he pulls you off the chair quickly. He pulls you up stairs and elevators. His pace is quick, and you’re dragging behind him on your heels. They make it hard to walk as fast.

After you two get in the elevator, you’re super curious about what's going on. He has a sweet smile on his face, and he’s still holding your hand even though you’re just standing in the elevator. Now that he can touch you, he’ll never let go. Once you reach the 4th level above ground, he pulls you out of the elevator, but you’re not quite going as fast as he’d like you to.

“Tomura, wait, my legs are shorter than yours, and I’m wearing heels!” You shout at him.

He lets go of your hand briefly, turns around, and lifts you up over his shoulders. Well, this position sure feels reminiscent of when you got kidnapped. “Need I remind you that I’m wearing a dress?” It wouldn’t matter anyway. There seems to be no one around, but still, you didn’t want to expose yourself to anyone in the army who happened to walk by. You’re giggling now, and you hear him laugh softly. He lays his modified left hand across your ass to cover your underwear, which may or may not be showing. The action causes you to blush. Once you reach your destination, he puts you back on your feet. There’s a door, similar to your bedroom door but much grander. There are gold accents all around the French doors that he is currently leading you into. Once in the room, your jaw drops. There is a massive bed with red velvet sheets and a huge, dark stone wall behind it. To the backside of the room there is a fireplace that is currently lit, and to the left of it there is a balcony that has not one, not two, but three different doors to walk out onto it. Circling around, there is a walk-in bathroom with a jacuzzi bathtub and a gold plated shower.

“What do you think?” Tomura takes in your reaction. He was equally blown away when he saw it.

“It’s fit for a king.” You say this, running your fingers through his cape, causing him to chuckle a bit. He still didn’t believe it himself.

“I was thinking you could stay in here while I’m,” his voice lowers, “you know... anyways, I wouldn’t want it to go to waste.” You turn to look at him, and your eyebrows raise in surprise. He was just going to let you stay in his room? “Just don’t…” He thinks about staying quiet but he says it anyways, “Sleep with Dabi in my bed.” His face shifts uncomfortably, and a weird jealousy takes over his features.

“Tomura!” Your jaw drops again, but this time in offense. You playfully hit him, and he swerves away laughing. “I don’t even know what’s going on with that anyway.”

He moves closer to you and looks into your eyes again. This time, the lust from earlier returns, but it’s much more sinister and filled with need. "Part of the reason I said that I can’t have you is because once I have you, I won’t want to share you.” His voice is deep and dipped in possessiveness. He closes the gap between you and grabs the back of your neck, where you left off earlier. His thumb runs along your bottom lip, making the butterflies return to your stomach. He uses his left hand to unhook his cape from his neck, and you hear it fall to the floor.

“If you want me to be yours,” your breaths become heavier, and your knees start to buckle. “Then make me yours.” You whisper seductively.

He takes that as his queue. He’s towering over you, and you can feel that you’re already so wet for him. How embarrassing, you think. The thumb that was rubbing your lip was quickly replaced with his mouth. He places gentle, open mouthed kisses on your lips. His mouth laps over yours as his tongue battles yours for dominance. You submit to him, making him softly growl into your mouth. He removes his mouth to kiss your jaw and then down your neck, forcing your head upwards, giving him more access to you. He starts kissing down your collarbone and down to your breast. Once he reaches your nipples, he realizes that he is leaning over quite a bit. He then gets on his knees in front of you to run his hands up your body. What a sight, the king kneeling for you. His right hand grips the back of your thigh as he kisses down your stomach through your dress. Your hands are in his hair now, pulling at his soft white locks. He whimpers into your stomach, and this makes your legs quiver. He pushes your dress up, revealing your pretty lace underwear.

“The Meta Liberation Army gave you this dress, right?”

“Yeah, why?” You respond breathlessly.

He grips the fabric and dusts it completely. Your breath hitches, and you’re now standing before him in nothing but your bra, underwear, and heels.

“What if I liked that dress?” You feign innocence, pouting down at him.

“Too bad, I like you without it on.” He nips at your hips, and you watch him loop his fingers around the band of your underwear, encouraging you to step out of them as he pulls them to your ankles. He takes a moment to also unclasp your heels and pull them off while he kisses your shins. He throws them across the room and brings his attention back to your now bare core. He places sweet kisses on your inner thighs as he slowly trails his right hand further up your leg. His fingers dance around on your skin, making you shiver. His fingers and his lips reach your core at the same time. His fingers spread you open softly. He looks up at you one more time for confirmation, and you give him a small nod, making him bury his face into your soaking cunt. You moan loudly at the sudden jolt of pleasure. It’s as if he is trying to memorize every move your body makes as he continues to drown out your moans. You can barely stand now as you ride his face. He is supporting your weight with his left hand while he circles your clit with his tongue. He adds his middle finger to the mix and parts your entrance as he slowly inserts his finger into you. You clench around him as he pumps his finger in and out. Your lewd sounds make him pull his face away to bite his lip. He’s looking up at you again, and you are feral for him. You want more; you need more. He goes to continue, but you tug at his hair to yank his head back. He whimpers slightly as his adam's apple bobs up and down. He is so hot, and you don’t really know how to express how much you want him. You drop to your knees to kiss him. He melts instantly under your touch. You’re nearly growling, and you want to rip his clothes off. As you sloppily kiss him, you tug at his tie, pulling it over his head. You struggle a bit with his buttonup shirt, and it makes you whine in frustration.

“Dust these.” You demand it in-between rough kisses. Your lips move down his jaw and down his throat.

Without so much as a thought, he does what you ask. If you weren’t holding his lips captive, he would’ve responded promptly with a "yes, ma’am.” He pulls his hand from your thigh and places it on his chest. What was once a suit is now dust. His clothes crumble beneath his touch.

There it was. His chest. His muscles. Your fingers run down his sternum, and you can feel his heartbeat racing. Your hand goes lower and lower until it reaches his already hard cock. You press your finger to his tip, and when you pull away, there is a string of glistening pre-cum attached. You smile into his kiss and rest your forehead against his for a brief moment. He is beyond desperate for you. His hips buckle in your hand as you gently wrap your hand around him. He’s big. He lets out a raspy moan, and when you look him in the eyes, you swear you could come just by how he's looking at you. He looks so needy, and his cheeks are burning red. You know exactly what you want. You blink at him slowly and kiss his lips gently once more.

“Can you lay back for me?” You ask him with big doe eyes. How could he deny you?

“U-uh, yeah, sure.” He stutters cutely before lying back with his hands behind his head.

You position yourself and take his cock in your hands once more. You look up at him, and he looks nervous as he bites back his moans. You wonder for a moment if this is his first time. You smirk and bring your mouth down. You lick the pre-cum off his tip and push your head down agonizingly slow. He groans loudly and hisses through his teeth as soon as you bottom out. He struggles to keep his composure and moves his hands out behind him to grab the bedside table, which almost knocks the lamp over. You start to bob your head up and down his length and moan sweetly while you suck him slowly. He doesn’t mean to, but he moves his hips up every time you come down so that he can bottom out again and again. This makes you choke a little, but you don’t care. You just want him to feel good. He brings his good hand to your face, pushes your hair out of your face, gathers it together, and holds it above you.

“G-god, you’re s-so pretty.” He struggles to get the words out, but he doesn’t fail to make you blush. His words of affirmation don’t stop there. “I-I’ve wanted you for so long.” You allow him to fuck your mouth senseless now. He deserves it. You have tears welling in your eyes, but you’re so into it you don’t care. Your hips are also moving, as you're practically dry humping the air. He notices this and brings your face down one more time before pulling you off of him. You’re almost sad to lose your attachment to him, but he leans over to caress your cheek, and you close your eyes and smile. He moves to stand up, and you follow suit. He pulls you to stand with him, and he leans over a bit to pick you up and throw you onto the bed. Once you’re sprawled out on the silky sheets, he takes his large palm down and places it on your abdomen. He rubs your stomach all the way up to your breasts, and he gently massages the right one as he brings his face down to meet yours. He kisses you hard and then pulls away. “Come here, angel.” He demands it, and you completely oblige. You’re not sure when the roles switched, but you didn’t care. You just wanted him to do whatever he wanted. He was your king, after all. He man-handles you and flips you around. Your ass is now in the air, and he is positioning himself with your entrance, using your slick folds to lubricate his length. He palms your ass before he pumps into you roughly. You yelp, and he does it again. He is being rough but still allowing you a moment as he settles into you. He rocks his hips deeper and deeper until he almost bottoms out inside you. You struggle to take him all in. You’re nearly drooling now as he places his hand on your head, making you sink lower and lower into the bed. Your hair is messily sprawled out over the sheets, and he keeps his hand on your head as he fucks into you harder and harder. “Good girl.” He leans down to your ear and moves your hair out of your face. Your moans are muffled by the sheets, but you don’t hold back. You honestly didn’t care who could hear.

“Tomu-” You try to whine, but it is lost in the sheets.

“What is it, baby?” He brings his face down to yours again, kissing your nose softly.

“Y-you’re too big.” You whimper as he bottoms out again and again. It feels like he’s in your stomach, but it hurts so good.

“You’re being such a good girl for me; do you want me to stop?”

“N-no!” You cry out in pleasure.

“That’s my girl.” You can hear the sinister smile in his voice.

He lifts your hips a little more as he tries to get as deep as possible. He folds himself to snake his hand underneath you to grab your chest. Once he hugs you from behind, he starts fucking you relentlessly. He lays his forehead in between your shoulder blades and leaves a trail of kisses each time you cry out his name. He doesn’t want to come yet, so he leans up and twists you around. He leans himself onto the headboard as he pulls you up and onto him. He treats you as his own personal toy as he lines your hips up with his. Although he was at the bottom, he was in charge. He fills you up again, and you throw your head back, riding him as slowly as you possibly could.

“Oh my god,” your voice is shaking. He feels so good inside you. He keeps his eyes on you as you bounce on his cock. His hands move from your hips to your breasts. He squeezes them, pushes them together, and squeezes them again. He swears he could come just by watching you lose yourself in pleasure. You grab his right hand and bring it up to your throat.

“Dust me.” You demand as you rock back and forth.

“Are you sure?” He is a little hesitant and doesn’t know if you fully know what you’re asking for.

“Yes.” You open your eyes, and they’re glowing.

He uses his quirk, and you moan loudly. His finger tips try to disintegrate you as your quirk protects you and heals your skin just as quickly as it breaks down. It was like a game of chicken. The danger sends you over the edge.

“Tomu, I’m going to come.” You cry out. His hand is still around your throat. His jaw goes slack as he watches you fall apart and ride out your orgasm. He whimpers as he tries not to come inside you.

You’re sensitive—too sensitive. Your body jolts a bit as you stop using your quirk. You fall into his chest, and he kisses your forehead. There is a moment of silence before you start rocking your hips back and forth again.

“Tomura, please, I want you to come.” You beg, and he brings you closer to him. He sits up a little, wrapping his arms around you as he fucks up into you once more. He grabs the back of your waist and kisses your chest. You throw your head back, on the edge of coming again.

“Where do you want me to-”

You cut him off with a kiss to his lips. “Come inside me.”

He perks up at your words but has no objections. He pulls you even closer as his moves start to slow. After a few more pumps, “I-I’m going to come.” He whines into your mouth.

“Fill me up, please. I want you so bad.” You bring your mouth to his neck and leave open-mouth kisses on his neck while he shoots his hot ropes inside you. The sensation makes you clench around him, milking him for all he’s got while you ride out your orgasm for a second time.

He stays inside you for minutes after you both come. You’re both breathing heavily, and he’s resting his forehead on yours. You don’t dare move, not wanting to leave this moment. He pulls away first, like he always does. He kisses the tip of your nose and moves the hair out of your face.

“My whole life I had an itch that I couldn’t scratch, no matter what I did it would always come back…” He starts, and you lift your head to look up at him. His eyes are filled with sadness, but you’re not sure why. “The itching stopped the moment you came around.” Your heart suddenly feels heavy. You’re not sure how to respond, so you just stare at him, admiring him. Before you could say anything, he kissed you.

You fell asleep in his arms as he rubbed your temples, just like the night in the cave. He didn’t sleep, though; instead, he watched you sleep. He wondered how someone so beautiful could be with him, right here in this moment. Maybe in a different life, you two would happily share your lives together. Maybe in a different life, Tomura wouldn’t be the king of villains. Instead, maybe he had a normal childhood that would still lead him to you, but in a much gentler way. Maybe he would bring you flowers and ask you to be his girlfriend. Maybe you would say yes, and you would lay under the stars together. He smiled at the thought of something that could only happen in another life.

The next morning, you woke up to an empty bed. If you weren’t wrapped in his cape, you would’ve thought you dreamed up your whole night with him. As you sit up and look around, the light from the sunrise floods through the curtains of the balcony, and you have an overwhelming feeling of heartache coursing through you. “Can we just have tonight and worry about the war tomorrow?” Your own words ring through your head, and you’re quickly brought to tears. It’s tomorrow. He’s gone. He didn’t even say goodbye. What now? What do you do now? You suddenly feel so alone. After crying for a few minutes, you hear a soft knock at the door with the sound of Toga’s voice asking if you were in there and that she has clothes for you.

“Coming.” You walk over to the door and open it.

She gives you a soft smile before walking through the doorway. She hands you the clothes, and you shuffle to put them on.

“The doctor sent me to get you. He said he wants to talk to you about an idea he has for your quirk.”

You furrow your eyebrows in curiosity. The sudden thought of Tomura down there in a tank with all the Nomu invades your brain.

“You don’t have to go yet if you’re not ready.” She notices the strange look on your face and tries to console you.

"No, it’s okay; I’ll go.” You send her a sweet smile, and you both start walking towards the door. You look back at the room and see Tomura’s cape laid across the bed. Your eyes shift down before you inhale and step out of the room.

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✦「Dabi x Reader Pt.2」✦

Pt.2 Of the first Dabi Oneshot bc the full thing was too long for one post :)

Pt. 1 Here <3 ✦「Dabi x Reader Pt.1」✦

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You planned to speak with him about what had taken place that morning. He left so suddenly without giving you a full answer.

Not to mention you still needed answers to those questions you asked him when you were taken over by rage.

Although some of them were a far stretch, most of them were true questions he needed to respond to.

You took a shower before cleaning up and resting. Tomorrow you were going to see him like always. Him always showing up in the afternoon and staying for a few hours before leaving after.

When the next day came you let yourself relax on your couch and turned on the tv. You waited for him to arrive, just channel surfing at that point.

A few hours had gone by with you uninterestedly watching the news and a few shows. You began to feel restless, shifting in your seat every few seconds before flying to your feet.

He wasn't going to show. He was most likely either upset or busy today. Fine, you can wait. You waited twelve years to exact your revenge on the corrupted pro-hero. You can wait for whenever Dabi would show.

He'll be back soon. Or at least that's what you thought. You waited for him every afternoon on that couch by the window.

At first, you were pissed, upset with him ignoring you after every that had happened. You wanted to destroy something, release that pent-up anger somehow but you found yourself unable to leave your home.

What if he came around when you weren't home and just left? You didn't want to miss the chance of seeing him so you stayed put.

But after a week of being alone and in solitude, it was beginning to get to you. A week was the longest time you had been without seeing him.

He came over every day for the past few months, even if it was briefly for a moment just to bother you.

That anger gradually dissipated and was replaced with melancholy. You had never wanted someone so badly, it wasn't even s*xual. You just wanted to see his face, hear his voice, even feel his warm touch again.

So you waited, and you waited. You sat there on that couch for a few hours, merely staring at the wall as you waited and listened for him.

You didn't play the tv, wanting the thick silence just incase the jiggling of your keys in the door could be heard.

You didn't read a book, wanting to keep alert for when he arrived and showed you his appearance.

And it continued for days. The longer you waited it felt like something was eating you up inside. It felt like you were falling deeper and deeper into a pit of despair and desperation.

Two weeks passed by and you began to feel un an unwavering numbness take over. It was as if all the colors were taken from your vision and left you with gloomy, grey, white, and black.

Even though you were eating your stomach churned as if you had been starving for days. It ached dully and whined audibly, it echoing in your apartment.

You didn't think you needed him, you didn't need anybody for so long. But being alone like this wasn't healthy because you felt sicker as the days went by.

You were healthy yet you felt so ill. You didn't know what else to do other than wait for the male. He was the only other thing that made you feel so good.

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And wait is what you continued to do. Like every day you showered and got ready for your day. Just like today, you placed on your undergarments before covering them with a pair of black sweats and a light teal sweater.

You had forced yourself to eat even though you were nowhere close to hungry. When all that was done you placed yourself on the couch and waited.

And waited.

And waited some more.

Just sitting there in silence, the only thing entertaining you in someway was the jumbled thoughts within your head.

After a few hours, there was no sign of Dabi as usual. He once again was not going to show up. A tinge of pain ached in your chest before you slowly lowered yourself down and pulled your legs into a fetal position on the couch.

Even though you had been getting more sleep than usual, you still felt incredibly exhausted and drained.

You didn't even realize you had fallen asleep as your heavy eyelids shut and you were placed in a state of unconsciousness.

By the time you awoke, the bright sun that was within the sky was placed with the dim moon that was shielded behind grey clouds.

Slowly you sat up, feeling the strain in your limbs from sleeping in an uncomfortable and tense position for hours.

You rolled your shoulders and popped a few joints before standing to your feet. You were already well-rested, you couldn't sleep any longer.

However, you still were not in the mood to do anything or perform anything practical. It felt like too much work to do even the simplest of things.

Even standing up to your feet felt like you were performing a great feat. A heavy sigh left your lips as you trudged yourself over to the kitchen.

You weren't hungry but you needed something in your stomach. Just something to make your belly feel heavy and allow you to sleep once again.

A cup of hot chocolate is what you decided on.

(You're a wh*re if you make hot chocolate with water you psycho! I said what I said.)

When it was finished you brought the mug with you back over to the living room where you sat down on the couch.

You turned on the tv and decreased the volume so it was low but not silent. A random old movie from decades ago was playing but you weren't paying attention.

It was back to you staring at the wall as you momentarily sipped the hot liquid from the glass mug.

After a while it began to work, the drowsiness returning and your eyelids feeling heavy. You would have drifted off to sleep...if it wasn't for the sound of jingling keys.

Your eyes opened from its lidded form as your front door squeaked open before it was closed. The lock was turned before slow heavy footsteps followed by the creaking of your floorboards echoed in the apartment.

You didn't react to it, just believing it to be a mild hallucination from how distressed you were.

But it really was him, it was the male you had been longing for all this time. He stepped over into the living room with his hands stuffed in his pants.

His turquoise orbs peered down at your frame and noticed the blank stare. His brows furrowed slightly before he stepped closer to you.

He stood in front of your face just adjacent to the coffee table. Again you had no reaction causing the male to let out a minuscule sigh.

Dabi pulled his hands out of his pocket so he could remove his long blue coat and threw it on the love seat next to him.

He plopped himself down next to you and clasped his hands together on his lap. You took a sip from your half-empty mug and placed a hand down by your side atop the couch.

Neither of you moved or react as you two just sat there on the couch. The tv continued to play in the background, just being white noise at the moment.

Slowly Dabi unlocked his fingers and placed his right hand on the couch. He stared down at it, his fingers twitching slightly before he slowly brought it over to yours.

Just when his pinky was about to make contact with the back of your hand he recoiled back. His brows creased while his lips formed a frown.

You sipped from the hot chocolate again, letting the warm liquid glide down your throat as you swallowed softly.

The black-haired male took a deep breath before slowly inching his hand back to yours. His warm fingertips were felt atop your hand causing you to suck in a deep breath.

Slowly his fingers moved from touching your hand to pushing it over and clasping your fingers together.

He held it in a tight hold, his fingers digging slightly into your knuckles. His warm touch brought you back down to earth.

You didn't realize how much you missed his touch. Your body had an immediate reaction to it.

It was telling you more. No, it was begging for more because he was here. He was here after so long of being without him.

You squeezed his hand tightly before casting your gaze down to the ground. You could feel your eyes gloss over with tears and your vision become blurry.

Your hold on the mug began to loosen with your hand trembling. It was slipping from your fingers and was about to fall but Dabi quickly grasped it with his free hand and placed it down on the coffee table.

A ragged breath left your lips before you flung around to face him and threw your body against his.

You had let go of his hand to wrap them around his torso as you hugged him close to your body.

The male fell onto his back, pressing into the armrest while staring at the ceiling startled. He wasn't expecting you to do that, not after he had abandoned you for a little over two weeks.

It wasn't until he felt a wet tear against the gnarled wrinkled skin of his collarbone did he realize how much you truly meant to him.

He needed you. He missed everything about you. Even that attitude that should match someone holding a fire quirk, not a water manipulation one.

The little ticks and habits you had. And let's not forget that your touch too was something he yearned for.

He burned like he was fire himself and you were the only thing that cooled him down from the incredible hot flame that was within him.

Quickly as if the male's life depended on it wrapped his arms around you and hid his face in the crook of your neck.

You could feel his chest halts its movement as if he had forgotten to breathe.

He inhaled your scent deeply before groaning out and squeezing your body tighter to his. "F*ck, I've missed you." He muttered under his breath.

Your breath hitched for a second before you reaped a shaky inhale. "I've missed you too, Dabi."

He didn't reply to you as he just hugged you as close to his body as possible. His arms were squeezing down on you in such a tight embrace you could only respond by mimicking his secure hold.

Before you knew it, your palms began to glow a periwinkle hue against his back. You felt it happening, the stripping of your serotonin that flew over to the male through your hands.

But what came to your surprise was the same serotonin that was supposed to leave your body permanently was being poured back within your body.

You pulled away slightly so you could look up at Dabi. His face showed confusion as he blinked his thick lashes.

"What is...happening? I feel like I'm being-"

"Comforted?" You interjected.

The male nodded his head slowly, still confused. Slowly you brought your hands from around his back to his face where you held them in a firm grasp.

"It's my comfort quirk." You told him softly and ran your thumbs along the rough patch of gnarled skin on his cheeks. "A little quirk I received after my family incident. I can comfort others, give them a moment of bliss and sereneness but it takes away my serotonin permanently."

Dabi stared at you a bit flabbergasted as his hands moved to grasp your waist and fix your position so you were straddling him on the couch.

"So that night when you were hitting yourself...you were trying to comfort yourself?"

You nodded your head slowly. "The only thing is it doesn't work on me. I can't use it on myself so all I had was the joy of the kill. But now...I have you. You came back to me. And tonight, you made me feel the way I've been yearning to feel for years."

Dabi stared at you with his lips agape. His breathing had stopped for a second before he inhaled deeply.

"I lied to you." He murmured under his breath.

"I know." You replied to him in a soft quiet tone. "But I don't care what your reasoning is anymore. I don't think I can go another day without you again."

Dabi didn't say anything as he brought his right hand from your waist to your cheek. You leaned your head into his palm and closed your eyes, relishing in the warmth.

You could hear the soft music from the movie play, filling the apartment with something other than silence.

"(Y/n)." He called out your name causing your stomach to feel as if butterflies were flying around.

"Yeah?" You hummed out and brought your hands up to hold his hand that was against your cheek.

"I think I'm in love with you."

Your breath was caught in your throat as your eyes snapped open. His expression appeared serious, his brows furrowed with his eyes staring into yours so intensely.

"A-Are you lying to me!?" You couldn't help but raise your voice with the way your heart pounded loudly in your ears.

The male closed his eyes and shook his head of his soft black hair. "I lied to keep you close to me. I knew that you'd despise me for my quirk, but I didn't want to lose you. I thought I was just interested in what you could do, but now I think it was that I fell for you."

A frown formed on your lips as you pulled his hand away from your face. "So why did you leave me like that? Why did you leave me alone all this time!?"

Dabi exhaled deeply before bringing his hand down to your stomach and caressing it in a loving manner. His touch made the butterfly sensation ten times as strong.

"I wanted to take you then and there, just rip off everything you were wearing and devour you but I was still denying my feelings for you. I wasn't ready, I needed some time to work it out."

It took you a moment to realize that through all of this you didn't even question his feelings or how he was dealing with it all. You completely forgot that not everything was about you and that Dabi was also part of the equation.

Slowly you nodded your head before biting your bottom lip slightly. "It was a good idea you left then...Because I realized something too." You stated.

He caressed your waist with his thumb as he stared up at you. "Hmm?"

"I think I love you too."

His lips pulled into a grin, his pearly white teeth on display. "Dammit don't say such cute things like that." He grunted and swallowed the saliva in his mouth.

You smiled and brought your hands to his chest. You let your nails drag down his white t-shirt before stoping once you reached the hem of his pants.

"I think I really love you."

It was the male's turn for his breath to be caught in his throat. His eyes widened before a small pout formed on his lips.

His hands that were on your lower body flew to grasp your wrist as he pushed you down onto your back and took his place over you.

Your eyes widened. The movement too quick for you to register what happened until he was caging your legs with his own.

"D-Dabi!?" You stuttered out his name only for him to cover your mouth with one of his hands.

"What did I just say? You still can't listen, huh?" His voice was low and sultry like how it was a few weeks ago.

That heat, that neediness, and that longing only grew from how he spoke to you. A quiet whimper was muffled as you clamped your thighs together.

His serious expression morphed into a slightly dangerous yet playful one. "You really know how to use that pretty little mouth of yours. Testing me and sh*t. Try it again and see where that gets you."

If it meant he was going to growl k*nky naughty words in your ear again then you were most definitely going to test him again.

His hand that covering your mouth moved to grasp under your chin and squeeze at your cheeks. He gazed down at your facial features before letting go only to give your left cheek a few smacks.

Your eyes scrunched shut from the stinging pain he created on your face. You tugged your wrist against his hold but his strength was far greater.

Dabi chuckled before rubbing his warm ringers over your red cheek. "Let's have some fun, baby doll."

With those words being said, you knew what was coming now. And there was no way you could back out now, not with that hungry lustful expression on his face.

Before you could reply Dabi leaned up and stood to his feet on the ground before heaving your body up.

Your hands wrapped around his neck as you fixed your legs to wrap around his hips. His long arms wrapped around your back before finding their place on your a**.

He wasted no time entering your bedroom and throwing your body on your large bed. Your body bounced as you landed, your hair splaying everywhere around you.

"I've been wanting to do this for so long." He murmured under his breath and regained his position above you.

You laughed in your throat and brought your hands up to his face. "The feeling is mutual."

Dabi grinned at you, his skin tugging against the crude staples before he spoke again. "No mercy."

Before you had the chance to ask him what he meant he closed the distance and place his lips against yours.

You were stunned for a second before quickly responding. The kiss was just as needy and hungry as it was before.

Dabi was rough, aggressive, asserting his dominance as his hands reached down to the hem of your sweatpants.

Your heart was beating so loudly in your chest it felt like it was going to explode. You began to feel hot, a drastic difference from your regular body temperature that rarely changed.

The kiss grew messy, saliva dripping down and drooling at the corner of your lips. The cold staples along his chin could be felt on your own.

You huffed in between the kiss, gathering as much air as you could before you resumed kissing him. With your head feeling light again you were finding it difficult to keep up with the male.

While the kiss progressed sloppier and heated his hands pulled the sweat pants down before it got stuck by your knees.

His brows furrowed before he let his hands glow cerulean and his fire projected against his palm.

You could feel the heat of his fire close to your crotch and whimper loudly. You grasped his shoulders with your hands and dug your nails into the scarred skin.

The sudden smell of burning clothes filled your nose causing you to pull away and view Dabi burning your pants off of you.

"H-Hey, those were my favorite!" You cried causing the male to lick his lips and smirk.

"You look better without them anyway." He replied causing you to frown.

"But I really liked them..."

Dabi cocked his head to the side before bringing up his hand that he used to burn your sweatpants and grasp your throat with it.

"Don't be whining like a brat now." He hissed and gave your throat a slight squeeze. You struggled to swallow the saliva in your mouth as you peered up at him.

You didn't speak, instead, waiting for him to make the next move because we all knew who was the one in control.

"That's right baby doll." He vocalized in a deep husky tone. "Be a good little girl and I won't need to snap, okay?" bb

You nodded your head slowly causing the male to smile at you. "Good." He murmured before using his other hand that wasn't around your throat to lightly touch your cl*t.

He immediately felt you jolt underneath him with a look of frustration evident on your face. His warm fingers circled your clothed cunt, not touching it but lightly caressing around it.

You were in a state of vexation, clearly annoyed. You just wanted him to touch you, to touch your sensitive area that was accumulating liquid from how aroused you were feeling.

Dabi could tell what he was doing to you and he enjoyed it. He was getting off on your dissatisfaction with him teasing you.

"Dabi~. S-Stop that." You stuttered out and huffed slightly.

The black-haired male licked his lips before swiftly bringing his finger against your cl*t and flicking at it.

You jolted in your spot, your nails digging into his already scarred shoulders. "If there is something you want, you will beg for it. I will not listen to your orders." He grunted.

You melted right then and there. Your weakness really was him speaking to you with his dominance and authority.

You wanted more, you wanted to be touched but begging...begging was embarrassing and even a bit degrading.

You didn't want to beg, but it was very clear Dabi would only continue to tease you to the point where you would be crying but even then he wouldn't stop.

"Dammit, Dabi." You hissed before taking a deep breath. "Please, please stop teasing me and just touch me already."

Dabi raised his eyebrows before pursing his lips. "I'll listen to you just this once but next time you will beg. Not plead. Beg."

You swallowed the saliva in your mouth strenuously and slowly nodded your head. Dabi nodded his own head before swiftly pushing aside your underwear and entering two of his fingers within you.

A loud gasp escaped your lips as you threw your head backward and arched your back. The black-haired male's grasp on your throat tightened as he began to thrust his fingers at a consistent pace.

"You're so f*cking wet, baby doll." He hummed and peered down, witnessing his fingers and palm becoming coated in your liquids of arousal.

"S-Shut up, don't say that out loud." You cried before choking when his grasp on your throat became unbearably tight.

Your hands flew down to his wrist and dug your nails into them. The male felt you clench around his fingers from his tight grip on your throat and grinned.

"Look's I'm going to need to choke the sh*t out of you for you to realize I don't take you speaking to me like that kindly."

'Yes, please.' Was all you could think.

Now that the male was physically restricting your airflow, he increased the speed of his fingers, reaching inside of you as deep as he could.

Your mind was growing even more numb than it was before with your body becoming incredibly overstimulated already.

You began to squirm in his grasp, a knot forming within your stomach signaling you of a rising climax.

Dabi could tell as well by the way your thighs trembled and your stomach contracted. He curled his fingers before pressing them up against your bladder causing you to bring your legs up and clamp your thighs against his arms.

"Oi, brat. Open your f*cking legs or I'll stop right now. Leaving you on edge and dissatisfied."

You mewled quietly, hesitant about listening to him for a moment before doing as he said. Slowly you opened your legs only for the male to make you puddy in his hands.

His pace increased while he used his thumb to press into your cl*t and flick at it. "F*ck!" You cried.

Never before had you been so overstimulated like this. You were sweating, your body feeling as though it was on fire.

You were trembling and writhing in your spot as you dug your nails into his scarred wrist. Your toes were curling as the muscles in your calves flexed.

It felt so good that you couldn't stop the tears from falling down your face. Closer and closer your org*sm rose, teasing you as well with being right there but not allowing you to reach your high yet.

You rose your hips upwards before falling back down against the mattress and sending one hand to grasp his other wrist by your lower region.

And before you knew it, your org*sm finally arrived. It raked through your entire body causing you to shake in your spot.

"Ah~!" A cry of pleasure left your lips as you saw white. Your mind became blank as you clamped your thighs against his arms once again.

You came on his fingers, drenching his extremities and palms in the clear/white liquid of your org*sm.

He slowed down the pace of fingers before stopping and pulling them out slowly. He let go of your throat allowing you to inhale deeply and pant from the most overwhelming climax you have ever had.

You covered your eyes with your forearms and laid panting on the bed, attempting to catch your breath.

Only once you heard the sound of a zipper did you pull your arms away so you could see what was going on.

Dabi was now stripping himself of his pants with one hand before doing the same to his boxers.

He was now left nude, his body full of scars and gnarled skin on display. But that wasn't what really caught your attention.

No, it what the large c*ck that stood tall and proud with a...with a piercing on his tip at the hole.

"Y-You have a-" Dabi cut you off by nodded his head and placing his hand that was drenched in your liquids around his member.

A barely audible groan escaped his lips as he coated it with the sticky slimy liquid, all the way to the top before he let his thumb roll over the d*ck piercing.

The sight of Dabi pleasuring himself with your own liquids brought that arousal right back. You had just a little taste of what Dabi could do, now you wanted the whole meal.

"I can see it in your eyes, that nasty needy look of wanting something more. Care to voice it out to me and maybe I can make it real?"

You knew exactly what he wanted. He wanted you to beg. Not like how you did earlier, that wouldn't be accepted.

You needed to beg as if you starving for him. You needed to beg as if there was nothing else that mattered but him f*cking you like the raging brute he was.

"Dabi~" You mewled out his name and let it sound just as needy and desperate you were feeling. "Please don't make me wait anymore. I want you, I want all of you so please just come here. I can't take another moment without your skin touching mine. Please, I need you baby."

You could see Dabi's jaw clenching as his breathing started to get ragged. His eyes became dark as he wasted no time appearing over you and laying his throbbing c*ck atop your stomach.

You could feel the weight and was astounded by how long it reached on your abdomen.

"Look at it, that is what's going inside of you. So take a good hard look at it, baby doll. Soon it'll be buried deep inside of you just like these fingers were."

His dirty talk was so very arousing. You swallowed the saliva in your mouth and sat up on your elbows.

The sight of his long thick pulsating member that lay atop your sweatshirt that was riding up your stomach was almost too much.

Heavy need and lust were all you could feel in your body. It scared you, yes, but you wanted him so bad.

Dabi's warm hands reached down to your thighs, letting his fingers drag against the skin before he stopped once he reached the back of your knees.

He pushed them down against the mattress and gave himself a glorious view of your sopping wet c*nt.

He pulled his hips back and aligned his member at your entrance. Right before he plunged himself in you shot your hands out and grasped his forearm.

"W-Wait! U-Um...I've never done this before so don't...don't blame me for being inexperienced." You whispered in a quiet voice but the male still heard you.

He laughed slightly in his throat before nodding his head. "You don't need to be experienced, I'm doing all the work. All you need to do is lay there and look pretty while I make you moan my name."

You bit your lip slightly before nodding your head. Dabi took this as his signal and entered the tip within your body.

It didn't hurt at first, instead, feeling just as good as when his fingers were inside of you. The pain didn't come until he pushed more than just the tip inside of you.

One of your hands flew to your mouth while your other squeezed down on his forearm. Your brows furrowed as you clenched your jaw.

Your body surged with pain from having your walls stretched to an unbelievable width. Dabi's fingers that were grasping the back of your knees tightened as a breathy groan left his lips.

He attempted to push more of himself in but he felt a restriction. The male felt it squeezing down on him before he quickly thrust forward slightly and broke past your barrier.

He effectively deflowered you, taking away your purity and now dirtying your soul like a sinner.

"F*ck!" He hissed, his turquoise orbs rolling back into his head as he halted his movement and kept himself buried inside your walls that were squeezing him ever so tightly.

You whimpered softly, trembling the slightest from the pain that was surging through your body. It was a foreign sensation that stemmed from an area nobody had ever reached but Dabi.

A few tears had fallen past your eyelids and cascaded down your cheeks. Slowly Dabi leaned down bringing his lips down yours and giving you a lingering kiss before pulling away.

He stuck out his long tongue and let it slide up your face, licking away the tears that were falling.

"Bear with it a little longer, baby doll. I know it hurts." He murmured in a soft voice that was more comforting than his usual aggressive tone.

You nodded your head and let your hands creep up his chest before you wrapped your arms around the back of his neck.

The warmth from his bare body wafted onto yours and gave you a slight distraction from the pain.

That and the soft wet kisses Dabi was leaving on your bruised neck. The little small touches of his lips felt like a fire that was being set under your skin.

It tingled and even tickled the slightest as he covering your throat in them. You couldn't help but smile and let one of your hands rake through his fluffy black hair.

"I love you." You whispered out softly.

Dabi halted slightly, his action stopping for a moment as he took a deep breath. The male brought his lips over to your ear and placed a kiss on your lobe.

"I love you too." He replied in the same soft and quiet tone in your ear. His warm breath caused you to shiver and by now the pain had finally subdued.

"Baby, I think you can move now." You told him and felt him smile against your skin.

"Don't mind if I do." He replied and pulled his chest back up so he had the leverage to move. Your hands fell from his hair in which you replaced the grasp with your thighs that you pulled down farther.

Slowly the male pulled out, you could feel his c*ck leaving your body causing a loss of pleasure.

Only the tip with his piercing remained for a second before the male plunged himself back into your body. You moaned louder than you expected too and arched your back.

"Dabi~!" You whimpered his name and bit your lip, your walls squeezing down on him even more.

The black-haired male blew air out of his nose like a bull before pulling out once again and thrusting back in. This time he went at a more consistent pace, entering and exiting your body steadily.

You could feel yourself become even more aroused by the sensation, your c*nt continuing to seep out your wet slimy liquids.

He could feel it drench his crotch and cover his member completely. When he looked down and saw that sight, his speed increased.

His c*ck reached farther in causing you to clench down tightly on it. You could feel every vein that littered his member and enjoyed the sensations.

By now you were a moaning whimpering mess. Your insides being beaten by his member that just continued to pound quickly and harshly within your body.

You were sweating once again, the sweatshirt you were wearing not being any help as the salty liquid seeped out of your pores.

Your mind felt numb with every nerve in your body being overtaken by the pleasurable sensation.

Suddenly Dabi had pushed the last remaining part of his member inside of you, reaching the farthest it had ever gone, and pressed against the entrance to your womb.

The sensation of the cold metal piercing pressing against your cervix caused your thighs to tremble.

You writhed in your spot, your hands flying to his chest where you dug your nails into. "F-F*ck!" You cursed under your breath and jerked your hips upwards a few times.

"(Y/n)." He suddenly called out your name as his thrust slowed. You frowned slightly from the slow pace before looking up at his face.

He gestured down to your stomach with his nose and spoke again. "You feel that?" He asked, referring to the bulge in your stomach that you didn't even notice because you were too busy staring up at his handsome face.

Your face became even more flushed as you turned away to hide it. Dabi let out a quiet groan before one of his hands released the back of your knee and flew back over to your throat.

He once again choked you slightly, forcing you to look at him as he licked his lips. "Didn't I tell you before that when I tell you something I better get a reply back? Every time you disobey me you become a little brat, huh?" He asked, letting his voice become coarse and husky.

You tightened around his member, a tiny knot forming within your stomach signaling you of a growing release.

"Y-Yes!" You stuttered out your reply and swallowed the saliva in your throat.

Dabi nodded his head and unclenched his jaw. "Good. Now, look at it again, watch the bulge form every time I enter you. Got it, brat?"

You nodded your head slowly before the male pulled your head up by your throat and forced you to watch it.

He slowed his strokes but made sure to plunge himself as deep as possible. Both of you watched it, watching the skin stretch from his slow but deep thrusting.

The sight was indeed erotic. If possible it had you squeeze even harder on his member. Dabi suddenly let out a ragged breath before releasing his other hand that was on the back of your knee and grasp your right hand.

He clasped your fingers together and pressed into the mattress as he increased his speed. Quiet growls and grunts left his lips, his jaw clenching tightly with slight drool dribbling down the corner of his lip.

Your org*sm grew closer and closer, the knot growing larger as your whole body tingled with pleasurable sensations.

You clasped your hand that Dabi was holding and jerked your hips upwards. You squeezed your legs around his waist and sucked in a ragged breath.

"Baby doll, you gonna c*m?" He asked in a guttural low voice. You nodded your head eagerly, a soft whimper echoing out from your lips as you subconsciously moved your hips in an attempt to meet his thrust.

"Beg for it and I'll let you c*m."

You groaned slightly before crying out when the male removed his hand from your throat only to pull up the sweater and bra above your breast and press down on your abdomen.

The press sent you over the edge, bringing your cl*max closer that was already right around the corner.

"Baby, please~! I need to c*m, I need to! You're driving me insane and I can't take it anymore!"

Somehow, his pace that was already so quick grew faster. He was slamming his crotch against yours, entering deeply but at a different angle because of how sloppy his thrust was becoming.

You could tell he too was nearing his own release. His jaw was clenching with his eyes narrowing. His own body was covered in sweat as the muscles around his body flexed.

And before you knew it, you finally came.

Your org*sm hit, raking through your entire body, and was much stronger than your first climax.

You were trembling in your spot, your eyes rolling into your head with your fingers squeezing so tightly onto his own.

White was cast across your vision as you squeezed your thighs tightly around his waist. You came milking his c*ck, coating in the white/clear liquid that could be seen every time he pulled out.

His turquoise orbs that saw this blinked heavily. His breath was caught in his throat as the sight and sensation was enough to bring him to his climax.

Dabi's hand that was pressing against your stomach moved to grasp your hip as he suddenly slowed his pace.

You could feel his c*ck twitching within your tight walls, his balls squeezing as he came. Thick hot jets of his c*m spurted out and filled your body.

He made sure to place his pierced tip against your cervix and let his c*m pool within your womb.

His c*m was so warm in your body that it felt like a heating pad was placed against your abdomen.

Your lower body jerked a few times before calming down when you felt him pull out. Some of his spurts had followed his member, leaking out of your used and abused hole.

Effectively he just creampied you. :)

You were panting beneath the male, your eyes closed for a second as you attempted to recollect yourself. Your chest rose and fell with every quick breath.

Dabi gave your hand one more tight squeeze, drawing your attention to his face. He grinned at you causing you to push up onto your elbows and place your lips against his.

He was calmer this time, letting the kiss be slow and sensual. It was softer this time yet it still brought tingles across your face.

You grinned and gave him a small kiss on his jaw before plopping back down onto your back.

The black-haired male opened his mouth to speak but stopped when the moonlight had peered through the window and cast its light upon your breast that was slicked with your sweat.

His mouth fell agape as he watched your sweaty mounds glow slightly from the moonlight, displaying the hard erect n*pples that he hadn't paid any attention to earlier.

Dabi's hand that was caressing your hip suddenly stopped as he pressed it roughly into your skin.

You raised an eyebrow and were about to speak but a searing pain had distracted you from it. "Ah~! What the h*ll!"

Dabi dived down, his mouth finding it's placed back on your already bruised and marked neck. His teeth found a soft area on your neck and bit down, pressing hard enough to leave a mark but not enough to break the skin.

You bit your tongue on accident, drawing blood as your hands flew to tug at the male's black hair.

The skin under Dabi's hand felt like it was burning with the scorching heat causing it to throb. Your head whipped down to see Dabi slowly pull his hand away to reveal the area around it was pink and purple.

Dabi had just burnt his handprint into your skin, he branded you, marked you permanently with his 'symbol'.

You stared at it in disbelief before biting your lips to stifle a moan as Dabi sucked on your neck, creating too many to hide hickeys.

"Why are you silent now, hmm?" He questioned with a low voice by your ear. You only let out a whimper when his hot tongue dragged down from your lobe to your collarbone where he began to suck again.

This time much harsher, the stinging pain throbbing and shooting across your nerves. "Baby doll, open that pretty little mouth of yours and moan my name."

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

A loud yawn left your lips as you brought your hands together and carried water from a cup in your room into your palms.

Dabi hummed softly as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pushed his bare chest against your back.

"What are you doing?" He asked you in a low and exhausted voice. He too was yawning as he held his head up with his right hand

You smiled softly before morphing the water into the shape of a heart and freezing it to solidify it.

"I don't know, I just wanted to play around with it. I can't seem to fall asleep." You replied softly and stared at the shiny ice heart.

The black-haired male snickered at your words. "Was I too rough on you, baby doll?" He asked and watched your cheeks flush a cherry red hue.

"Stop~." You whined slightly before shaking your head. "I just...don't feel like sleeping yet. I have you here by me, I feel like holding you in my arms for hours."

Dabi cleared his throat before bringing his hand to your heart and let his blue flames escape his palms.

You frowned as you watched it melt. "Why did you do that?" You asked him, pouting slightly.

"Freeze it again." That was all he said.

You raised an eyebrow and did as he said. To your surprise when you froze the water into a heart again it was now completely clear with small bubbles floating on the inside.

"Wow." You awwed and gazed at it. Dabi nodded his head before nuzzling his nose in the crook of your neck and inhaling your scent deeply.

For a while it was just the two of you cuddling in the bed, his heat wafting over to your body and enveloping you in numbing sensations.

Your phone on the bedside table suddenly buzzed loudly and caught your attention. Tilting your head to the side you placed the heart down on the nightstand and picked up your phone.

It was another job request. "Oh, I haven't actually done one in a long time." You muttered to yourself before sitting up slightly.

Your whole body was aching, every muscle straining against your movement. That wasn't even adding in the burn marks and bruises that littered your body.

"Yea? I suppose I'll stop bothering you when you hunt now that you're mine." Dabi stated and plopped down on his back on your bed.

You laughed in your throat before rolling your eyes and standing to your feet. You were already in a new pair of undergarments but since you were going out into the kitchen you wanted to wear something else.

You threw on a new pair of sweatpants since your favorite ones were scorched, completely gone thanks to Dabi.

Entering the kitchen you turned on your phone and opened the email, seeing your employer scolding you for miss out on your last target.

You rolled your eyes as you continued to read and grabbed a box of cheez-its from the cabinet.

As you read you couldn't believe how dangerous your next target was. They were an arsonist, burning down buildings, corporations, and even killing many pro-heroes.

Scrolling past more information you would read later you stopped at the ID to get a look at this crazy villain.

At the sight of the ID, your breath became caught in your throat. The box fell from your hands and spilled all over your floor.

"(Y/n)?" Dabi called you from the bedroom causing your fingers to tremble. You didn't respond to him as you slowly walked back into your bedroom.

When you entered the black-haired male was playing with the frozen heart, tossing it up in the air and catching it swiftly.

He turned to look at you and raised one of his black eyebrows. "Why do you look like that?" He asked.

"Dabi, when were you going to tell me you're the lieutenant of the Violet Regiment?" You asked him, your tone void of any emotion.

The male recoiled his head back in shock for a second before placing the heart down on the bed.

"What? I don't know what you're talking about." He responded as if he was thinking about his words carefully.

His response caused anger to flare within your veins. Your mouth fell agape as you squeezed your fingers on your phone.

"You...f*cking liar!" You seethed and threw the phone at the male. He let out a quiet oof as the impact hit his chest.

He groaned slightly before grasping your phone. "The h*ll are you talking about?" He asked, bringing his gaze to the screen.

He stared at it with a blank look however his eyes showed a twinge of fear. Slowly he put it down and sat up, the blanket falling to his hips and crumpling together.

"Listen, I can ex-"

"No!" You cut him off before bringing your hands to your face. You covered your eyes with your fingers as you attempted to take deep breaths.

"I think...I think I'm the dumbest b*tch alive." You suddenly muttered before removing your hand from your face. "This whole time, it was learning about me, about what I do, everything."

Slowly you turned to face the male and stared into his turquoise orbs. You could feel your heart cracking at the sight of the man you love.

"I barely know anything about you. I know your likes, your dislikes, and that's about it..." You brought a fist up to your mouth before pressing your teeth into it to hold back a sob.

"How could I not ask about what you did!? How could I ignore that simple thing and let myself fall for you a lying prick like you!"

Dabi huffed and stood to his feet so he could walk closer to you. He was in a simple pair of sweats.

"Don't get pissy with me now. We do the same thing. We both rid this world of corruption."

You glared at him before flinging your hands to the side, water from the sink flying behind you and turning into sharp spikes.

"I kill those that deserve it. Those that are corrupt, played the system, and deserve to die. You kill innocence! Innocent people that had never done you wrong! All for a flawed ideology!"

"Hey!" The male spat and got in front of your face. "Watch your f*cking tone, (Y/n)! You don't know what you're talking about!"

You glared at him and brought the spikes close to his face. "I know exactly what I'm talking about. You say you're killing these heroes for a better world but you don't want to make a society with better heroes! I know the type of person you are! You were wrong, Dabi! You are the bad guy!"

Dabi sucked in a breath, his eyes widening for a second before his hands flew to your shoulders and pressed you against the wall.

You let out a gasp, your eyes widening as he slammed his fist by the side of your head and brought his face in front of yours.

"Call me that one more time and I swear you'll f*cking regret it. I'm not f*ckin' play with you this time." He seethed through clenched teeth.

You frowned and shook your head, your hands returned back to your face as you covered your eyes with them.

"Dabi, stop that. Because of what you have been doing, it's your turn to receive the same treatment. You're my next kill. You're supposed to die by my hands."

Dabi let out a deep sigh before lightly grasping your wrist and pulling your hands away from your face.

You cast your gaze to the ground, not finding the strength to look into his beautiful glimmering orbs.

"(Y/n), look at me." He ordered in a softer tone. You didn't respond, continuing to stare at your bare feet on the ground.

Dabi brought a warm finger to your jaw and lifted up your chin, forcing your gaze to meet his.

Your heart broke at the sight of his expression, never before had you seen such a look on it. The poor boy looked so sorrowful.

"I'm doing what I believe to be the right thing, just as you are doing as well, (Y/n). Sacrifices have to be made to get what you want and that's all I've been doing. In your head, it might look like I'm doing something heinous but in mine, I'm doing what should have been done a long time ago."

Your eyes glossed over with tears from how overwhelmed you were feeling. "You need to leave. I can't even look at you right now." You seethed through clenched teeth.

"(Y/n), stop. I'm more than just someone part of the Violet Regiment. You know that...So don't let this get in between us."

"Dabi..." You whispered softly as a lone tear slid down your cheek. "You've hurt innocence. Performed terrorist-like attacks. I don't know if I can stay with you when I know the truth. I'll be hunting you for the rest of your life, you know that right?"

The male nodded his head while he trailed his thumb along your bottom lip. "I know that so I'll give you this ultimatum. Forget your morals, forget your job, and we can continue to be together or... You don't give up on it. We leave each other and you hunt me down until one day...you kill me like you're supposed to do."

It felt you could no longer breathe as you stared up at him. How did it come to this? How did it come to finally acknowledge your feelings for each other, making love and being branded by him...to this? Where you have to choose between your morals and the right thing to do or going with heart and choosing the love of your life.

"Tell me. Tell me what you want, (Y/n). Are you going to stay or are you going to leave?"

A pitiful laugh left your lips as you grabbed his finger that was under your jaw and removed it from your face.

"Dabi, I'm going to..."

Will you go down the unpredictable shifting path of love?

Or will you choose the straight unwavering but lonely path of doing the right thing?

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

𝐌𝐚𝐦𝐚 signing out

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unusuallynicesnowleopardraccon · 9 months

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#souichi tsujii #therian #shigaraki tomura #foo fighters #lemon demon #grungy aesthetic #fairycore #touya todoroki #chainsaw man #bungou stray dogs #fyolai #akutagawa ryuunosuke #om! mammon #artists on tumblr

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oooohno · 2 years

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OMG NANA IS IT YOUR BIRTHDAY??? HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE SWEETEST ANGEL ON THIS APP.

Thank you Liv!!! 🥺💕 Your banana bread was an absolute hit at my party!! One of my friends loved it so much I think he ate like half the loaf BUT don’t worry there’s still enough for you!!! I saved you the biggest prettiest piece! <3

#heich0e.ask #letters to nana 💌#I also made vegan lemon poppyseed muffins!!! you can have as many as you want <3 #I’m a true Todoroki kin - I even share a birthday with our beloved Touya <3

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blackberreh-art · 1 year

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It's Dabi's turn to go through some much needed therapy🐙

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#mha #my hero academia #dabi #touya todoroki #todoroki touya #bnha #boku no hero academia #lemon #my art

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red-riot-unbreakable-heart · 4 months

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Like A Moth To Flame | Dabi x Hawks

Hawks has been with people before – but never quite like this. He always does what’s expected of him, what’s desired of him – when people want to sleep with the Wing Hero, they want to experience the persona he puts on for the cameras at work. So, he puts on a show. He’s Number 2 Hero Hawks – cocky, witty, always a little too cool. He says all the right things; he even winks in the act.

But here he is now with Dabi...he's stowed away in some trashy L.O.V safe house trying to sleep with a goddamn villain. And for the first time, he feels he doesn’t need to perform. He can just take what he wants. No need to make conversation or act the part of the cheeky, aloof hero. Whatever happens next will be dictated by pure need.

“Get up. And loose the damn coat.” Hawks hisses, pushing lightly at Dabi’s chest. Dabi grins, and for once in his goddamn life, he does as he’s told. He peels himself slowly off of Keigo, but takes a moment to roughly grind his hips down into the hero, eliciting a gruff gasp. “Sorry.” Dabi quips, and he sounds anything but.

The blue flame villain gets to his feet and shrugs off his jacket, casting it aside on the coffee table. He looms over Hawks. He’s wearing a clean, white V-neck shirt that shows where his burnt, purpling skin is stapled to tanned soft flesh. He sinks his hands into dark jean pockets and cocks his head to the side, clearly saying “what next?”

Hawks slowly gets to his feet, sizing Dabi up. Without warning, he attacks, sweeping his leg swiftly beneath Dabi’s own – throwing the patchwork man to the ground hard. Dabi lets himself fall to the floor with little resistance, his head hitting the carpeted floor with a small bump. His eyes narrow darkly and his smile grows wider. “So you like it rough?”

Hawks throws himself down on top of Dabi, catching himself on the floor in a plank position. He’s hovering above Dabi’s body, one knee between the man’s long legs.

“Well I’m certainly not here for romance, sweetheart.” Keigo growls, before dropping himself on the blue flame villain. He buries his face in Dabi’s neck, licking a rough stipe down crisped skin before sinking his teeth into the delicate flesh of his shoulder. Dabi lets himself groan appreciatively at the contact. He moves to hold Hawks to him, his left hand climbing up the back of the hero’s head and threading itself back in his spiky hair. He lets his right arm to caress the sensitive crimson feathers that protrude from the shorter man’s back. He slowly activates his quirk in that hand, letting Hawks feel the heat building up against his left wing.

“These feel…flammable.” Dabi laughs darkly, digging his hot hand further into Hawks’ feathers. They’re papery to the touch – like fallen leaves in autumn. His finger slips alongside the edge of a larger feather and feels it cut deep. A bead of blood drops onto the wing, hitting with a sizzle. Hawks flinches slightly beneath Dabi’s searing grasp, but continues to bite and kiss his way across Dabi’s collarbone.

“So I’m your weakness then? Fire.”

The hero doesn’t respond, sliding a hand up to roughly push Dabi’s face to the side to shut him up. He pulls the collar of the villain’s shirt down low, revealing sinewy muscle and a line of staples beneath his collarbone. Keigo moves his mouth lower and slowly, deliberately draws his tongue along the seam between burnt and healthy skin. Dabi’s eyes widen and his body convulses with an involuntary shiver. No one’s ever touched him like that.

Hawks notices the response, doubling down on his efforts. He crisscrosses his tongue across Dabi’s chest.

The villain’s silence is resounding. He lets the heat on his fingertips die down, ensuring the safety of the feathers beneath his fingers. He lets his mind go blank for a moment and stares dazedly at the ceiling. His fingers twist in the wing hero’s hair, encouraging him to keep going. Hawks obliges, licking and sucking lightly on the blue flame villain’s damaged and abused skin.

After a few minutes more, Hawks pulls his lips away from Dabi’s scarred body. “You’ll need to lose the shirt if you want me to keep going.” He whispers, breaking the silence. "I'm only just getting started."

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stxrrydreamss · 2 years

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You guys have to hear me out.

Mage Dabi x Reader???

You and Dabi cross paths in an unexpected encounter.

Perhaps the two of you first encounter each other at a quaint tavern. There is something about your demeanor or actions that captivates him, piquing his curiosity. As a result, he becomes a frequent visitor to the bar, hoping for another glimpse of you.

Or maybe Dabi finds himself separated from the league, a group of bandits and rogues. Dabi possesses the power of fire magic. Shigaraki is a mage who specializes in dark magic, Spinner is a familiar who lost his previous owner and was taken in by the league. Toga is a witch with a chaotic nature, rescued by the league after her own village attempted to execute her by burning her at the stake. Kurogiri has the ability to summon portals, Compress is a skilled magician, and Twice is thought to possess the power of cloning magic as a mage.

As you and Dabi unexpectedly cross paths, you find yourselves forced to travel together due to unforeseen circumstances. Despite Dabi initially disliking the situation, he gradually finds himself developing feelings for you as the journey progresses.

As you approach your final destination, you notice a striking change in Dabi's demeanor. The two of you find yourselves in a charming village during a lively festival. As the night unfolds, you both end up at a bustling tavern, where the infectious energy draws you into a dance circle. Despite Dabi's initial hesitance, he is eventually pulled into the festivities, and the two of you share a dance, only to be momentarily separated by other enthusiastic dancers. Amidst the whirl of movement, Dabi skillfully catches you as you stumble, prompting cheers from the surrounding crowd. In that moment, Dabi is left blushing as you gaze at him, your radiant smile and melodic laughter filling the air.

Dabi is completely captivated in that moment, and he resolves to confess his true feelings for you that evening, perhaps leading to an intense and passionate night together.

As you and your companion advance through the land, you finally arrive at your intended destination, a sense of bittersweet inevitability settles in. It's a pivotal moment, where you must decide whether to align yourself with the league or revert to your previous solitary existence. Perhaps you'll choose to become a member of the league, or you might opt to reclaim your identity as a lone rogue, or even continue your journey as an assassin.

You and Dabi may decide to go your separate ways for a while as you consider your options. As you part ways, Dabi says, "Until we meet again." You respond with a playful smile, taking a significant charm that Dabi owns and expertly twirling it across your fingers before dropping and catching it. You tease, "I think we'll see each other sooner than you think." At the same time, Dabi reaches for his trinket, only to find it missing. He glances back at you with a mischievous grin and starts chasing after you.

I got this brilliant idea while driving home, and the song Hot Wings came on.

What do you guys think about it??? I plan to turn this into a multiple part story. 🫢✨

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draconianmyst · 10 months

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

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

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

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

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

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

#bnha dabi #touya todoroki #dabi #dabi mha #mha dabi #dabi touya #dabi todoroki #dabi smut #dabi x reader #dabi x reader lemon

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bakuliwrites · 1 year

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A short, spicy Dabi x Reader drabble for the start of April (18+, MINORS DNI):

You've done it on purpose: the tiny skirt, with even tinier lace underwear underneath, bending down just-so in front of Dabi to pick up something you've "accidentally" dropped.

"Oops!" You exclaim, feigning surprise, all just to draw his attention. From the corner of your eye, you can see Dabi's cerulean eyes flick up to glance at you. They linger on you, piercing and hungry as you start to reach towards the ground. You can feel his gaze roving along the length of your body.

You hear the sharp intake of breath from Dabi, positioned perfectly behind you so he can see everything. You go extra slow, taking your time on the way down and on the way back up. A coy smile tugs at your lips when you hear the approach of Dabi's heavy footfalls. One of his warm hands slides along your thigh, sending shivers of anticipation up your spine. He's hard already, you can feel him prodding against the small of your back. His breath hitches in his throat when you lean back into him.

"What do you think you're doing?" He purrs, a chuckle rumbling through his chest.

The next thing you know, you're sat on his lap in the nearest chair, skirt hiked up, one of Dabi's long fingers yanking your underwear to the side as his cock slides with ease into your slick entrance. His pants sit low on his hips. He's too impatient to remove any of your clothing or his own. The metal of his belt clinks together with every rolling motion of your hips. The little moans you let out with each of his thrusts into you drive him wild.

"Fuck, doll, let me hear that pretty voice of yours," he growls, one hand snaking underneath your shirt and up towards your breast, squeezing and massaging with fervor.

As you bounce up and down on Dabi's dick, you can hear the slow tear of fabric, your lace undergarment ripping apart thread by thread. You wish Dabi would just do away with them already, tug or burn them off of you, free you of their trapping cloth. The heat of his excitement has him exhaling smoke.

"You should wear this skirt more often," he grunts as he fucks into you. You flush bright pink at his words, his touch.

Finally, finally, your underwear tears off completely, Dabi casually tossing them to the side, smirking as he does so.

"Don't know why you bothered wearing these though," he chuckles before his thumb relentlessly circles your clit. Pressure builds, heat blooming in your core, and you know you're not going to last much longer. You can tell Dabi's close, too, his pace becoming erratic. Suddenly, he stops, leaning close to your ear, breath fanning softly against your neck.

"Why'd you stop?" You whisper, wanting desperately for Dabi to finish in you. He laughs, lips brushing against the shell of your ear.

"Payback. For teasing me," he returns, smirking devilishly, "If you wanna finish, you gotta beg."

You pout, knowing you brought this on yourself. But secretly you're delighted. Dabi slips himself out of you, scoops you up in his arms, and carries your giggling, half-naked self off to your shared bedroom.

#dabi #dabi todoroki #dabi x reader #bnha #mha #my hero academia #touya todoroki #spicy #lemon #drabble #dani writes #my fanfiction #mha fanfiction #bnha fanfiction

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strwbrry-lmnade · 6 months

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⤷ Dabi - Touya Todoroki

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➤ genre § fluff

✎ word count § 4.2k

⊱ warnings § mentions of alcohol

You carefully rotated the little whiskey glass, as you wiped. You were so focused on the way it reflected the unnecessarily bright, flashing lights surrounding you. You blinked twice and rubbed your eyes with the back of your hand. You've been up all night, and everything was stress inducing. The blouse which had the first two buttons torn, or the vest you wore over it that suddenly became too tight. Maybe it's the tie you were wearing, it's incredibly annoying.

You put the glass down, next to the similar crystal pieces. Letting out another sigh, as you leaned on the counter, lowering your head to try and drown the music out.

Too much people. Too much music. Too little air.

You watched a man, slam on the chair in front of you, a lady on hand, flopping down on the chair next to him. Chuckling and giggling, swaying and shuddering, and the reddening tips of their ears couldn't hide how shit drunk they were.

"Two Mojitos!" The man said, and the woman just giggled.

You winked with an out-of-habit smile, snapping your fingers as you pulled out a bottle of rum, and some fresh limes. Hopefully, it's the last drinks of the night. 2 less individuals to worry about.

Your eyes were half-closed as you did a bunch of tricks with the fruit and mint leaves, which no one paid attention to, but it made your work a little less boring. You pulled out two glasses, as you shook the metallic container to mix the rum and sugar inside. Placing the mint leaves in the glasses, and tossing the metallic bottle from a hand to another, before pouring the liquid into the glass, finally cutting the lime into slices, placing a bunch inside the liquid, and a single slice on the tip of the glass for that dramatically decorative effect.

"Two Mojitos." You sang sheepishly, as he gave you the money.

"Keep the change!"

You walked to another empty part of the counter, starring at the blonde D.J. who couldn't possibly make the music any louder. You stared at the people dancing in the big nightclub, a redhead in a short silver dress, a blondie in a tight purple dress, a guy in all black, a guy in black and white, white and blue, too many colors. You briefly rubbed your eyes, and turned around, facing the dull colors of bottles of cheap alcohols, rum, wine and champagne, they made your eyes relax, feel a little more comfortable in their sockets.

"One Blue Blazer." You heard a whisper too close to your ear, it made your body jolt.

Your breath hitched in your throat as you turned around and stepped away, almost but not bumping into the other counter of glasses and a quick heater.

"Scared 'ya? My bad, sweetheart."

He leaned back to sit on his chair with a chuckle, as he placed a dollar bill on the counter, the tip of it between his index and middle finger.

"Right.. Blue Blazer.." You watched his hands, your cheeks slightly flushed as you rubbed your nape.

"In a funny glass, myeah?"

You coughed to fix your throat, closing your eyes for a moment to get rid of the fire on your cheeks, as you opened them and turned around to get his drink ready. You turned on the kettle on the inner counter to let the water boil, as you pulled out a whiskey bottle and two lemons. You skill-fully opened the whiskey bottle with one hand, poured some into a metallic bottle, added garnish then started playing around with the bottle to mix the solution while waiting for the water to boil. It was a habit at this point, even if you felt a certain pair of eyes on you, which wasn't a first, you were so confident with your skills.. mainly because you're bored.

"You enjoy what you do?"

You froze for a moment, and looked at him over your shoulder. You looked at the bottle, threw it in the air, nudged it again into the air with your elbow before catching it.

"No, just adaptive mechanisms." You giggled, pulling a funny glass to his request and poured the contents of the bottle in.

You added some boiled water, traced the tip of the glass with lemon nectar for the spice, and grabbed a platinum purple lighter.

"Flaming?" You lit the lighter and looked at him for consent.

He closed his eyes with one head shake, as he dragged the glass towards him by the base. You closed the lighter, spun it between your fingers before putting it back in your pocket. You watched him trace his fingertip on the tip of the glass, before dragging it across his tongue.

"You don't strike me as someone who smokes."

You raised an eyebrow for a moment, he must be referring to the lighter you tucked in your shorts.

"My co-worker keeps misplacing it and it sucks." You huffed and grabbed a nearby finished glass, taking the bill underneath and letting it join the lighter.

"So you don't like what you do."

He wants to chit chat.

You huffed, cleaning the glass in your hand with a cloth, as you chose your words carefully.

"Won't say no to income."

He hummed, taking a sip of his drink. He then placed it back down, letting his cheekbone rest on his knuckle as he watched you. You placed the glass next to it's clones, tugging the cloth in your empty pocket. You then leaned back on the counter, crossed your arms and held eye contact for a good while. His eyes were such a pretty shade of the sky, you could stare at them for hours. You've seen many colorful eyes, bright, deep, whatever, and you've held many intense eye contact, but oh boy, those pair of blues are definitely your favourite now.

"I love your eyes."

He gave you quite a sly smirk, your eyes were fairly pretty, but not enough for a stranger to compliment them. You dragged your index finger across your bottom lip, looking away for a moment as you felt your cheeks flush again.

"Get glasses."

"Don't do that."

You watched him lick the tip of the glass and take a sip with your eyebrows furrowed, one of your eyes squinting in a confused expression, much to your dismay he didn't elaborate.

You took a deep breath, your eyes making a triangle shape across his face, from an eye to another, a brief glance at his lips then slow repeat, and for just a moment you forgot how loud the music was, until he swiftly turned around, giving you his back as he set his drink down, letting you stare at his nape. You were surprised for a moment, but you've been here before, just never this lost. Another little eye flirt, another customer. You sighed, and moved to an empty part of the bar, waiting for the next customer, or perhaps the next guy to stare at you for moments before giving you his nape.

You gave the whole bar a check, collecting some change, cleaning glasses, giving refills and giving out a couple of orders. By the time you went back to where mister pretty-boy was, he was gone, with his glass empty resting on some change.

You grabbed the glass to clean it, and as you picked up the money, you saw a tissue with something written on it.

Meet me when your shift's over, pretty. -Dabi

Pretty, and Dabi. At least now you know the owner of your favorite blue eyes, but what the hell? No number, no place, no nothing, how would he even know when your shift ends? How would you meet him? The note was so messy, but something is incredibly hot about mystery. It's always the anonymous ones who are more attractive, as long as they're not a giant neon sign that screams kidnapper, you were in for a ride.

You spent the rest of the shift on autopilot, serving everyone while you questioned a literal paper tissue. You'd see a guy hit on a girl, and as they leave the bar together you think how this date could be a portal into something beautiful, but then you see a girl slapping a man, or a girl suddenly yelling at a man, and you realize, that this person, Dabi, should have made more effort. How will you even find him? What if you don't even want to date him? All these questions made you gaslight yourself into thinking you were just too pretty for him to ask you for a date up straight, and so you've decided to just go on about your everyday after shift routine. If he happened to be a part of it, sure, if not because of his misleading, info-lacking proposal, then it sucks to suck on his part.

Hours later, maybe two or three. The place wasn't any less empty, if not more crowded, but for the sake of your eyeballs, your shift was finally over.

You stared at the single tissue in your hand in the changing room, reading the words over again. Let's say for one moment you were oh so eager to meet him, your answer was an immediate yes, what are you to do now?? How would he even know your shift is over? Would he really be willing to wait for you for 3 hours??

With a sigh you threw the tissue away, removing your tie and unbuttoning your vest to disregard it as well. You wore a simple jacket over your white blouse and shorts, bid farewell to your co-workers, and slowly made your way through the red alleys to the back door. It may have been a staff-only area, but you have a couple making out, and someone smoking in the corner nonetheless. You opened the door, breathing in the slightly polluted night air, and letting it out.

"Good evening, sweet thing!"

You had pepper spray for a reason.

"Ohh, aren't you the bartender?"

It was one of those nights. You occasionally left the night club to be met with a person or two, who were just hanging, and wouldn't say no to fun.. or wouldn't take no for an answer either. You had security guards escort you out sometimes, but not all times, you should see what happens to the strippers or pole dancers in there.

With a sigh you turned around, eyeing over two men who weren't so awful looking, but reeked off of alcohol, and definitely some substances.

"Good evening to you too.."

You smiled, not so brightly, your hand tugging in your bag as your fingers wrapper around your precious can of pepper spray.

"You really shouldn't go home alone, you know!"

"Oh yeah, who's gonna take care of you?"

They swayed left and right, slowly walking to you. They must have been either throwing out whatever drunken leftovers, or just smoking more substances.. or possibly just waiting for the night club's employees.

You took a single step back, guarded. You have an idea how this scenario would go both ways, but they 2 pairs of eyes, not just one, and the moment you aim at one of them, the other would probably prepare to dodge your attack while you spray the first one. Maybe spray one's eyes, and kick the other's nuts? Yeah. That should probably be the safest-

"She's with me."

There it was again. That odd whisper.

A gentle hand wrapped around your hip, pulling you to the side. Your shoulder was pressed against someone's chest, and it made your breath hitch. You didn't need to look up to make sure he's the owner of your favorite blues, he smelled awfully nice for a man. Something sour, and something spicy, with the stinky sting of the scent of cigarettes.

"She doesn't seem to mind."

You hate men for a reason.

"She does, get lost."

It was just his fingers, his whole hand cupped the curve of your hip, his fingers grazing the belt around your shorts, and just one of them, touched your skin through the small gap between your shirt and your shorts. His other hand was out of your vision, because you were looking straight ahead, slightly downwards, but you were able to make out he must be smoking a cigarette because he was holding something to his mouth.

Your cheeks flushed, and your heart banged against your ribcage as your fingers trembled softly. You hate physical contact, you hate when someone touches you, especially without asking first, but fuck, what is this?

"Don't be so selfish, the pretty lady hasn't said a thing."

You can't-

"She doesn't need to."

With that, he flicked the leftover of the cigarette with his middle finger, letting it land at their feet, before turning you around and walking away. You implied. He may be doing this for selfish purposes for later, but for now, you needed an upper hand, and 3 against 1 or 2 against 1 is further from that.

The moment you got out of their sight, his hand caressed your back from your hip up to your nape, letting his arm rest around your shoulders. Your breath hitched in your throat at the closeness, your fingers still tight around the pepper spray can almost crushing it, as his heart bounded against your shoulder, and you hoped he couldn't feel the banging of your own.

He soon enough slowed down in front of a dark blue motorcycle, unwrapping his arm around your shoulder and walking to it. He grabbed the half-face helmet dangling from one of the bike's handles and held it out for you.

You stared at it for a moment, taking a half-step back, before looking at him with a raised eyebrow. He seemed safe, but this was all too suspicious.

After a moment of another intense eye contact, his smirk widened, before he stepped closer and held the helmet out above your head to make you wear it. You slightly flinched back from the movement, but slowly stepped back in place under the helmet so he can put it on your head, to which he did, and adjusted a strap under your chin.

"Relax, pretty. I'm no kidnapper."

You huffed, and pulled the glass thing up to glare at him. He just smirked at you, the way he would a child.

"Sounds like something a kidnapper would say."

"Would a kidnapper let you keep a pepper spray?"

You rolled your eyes and walked past him, hoping on the back of the motorcycle. Leaving him room to sit in front of you. The back seat was high, so you briefly placed your hands between your legs to hoist yourself up. He walked over to you, leaning back on the driver seat with his hands in his pockets.

"Where'd you wanna go?"

You moved your bottom lip, tilting your head slightly as you looked up for a moment.

"Not home."

He blinked, his smirk unfaltering as he stayed silent.

"Take me somewhere."

He smirked only wider, showing some teeth. As he hoisted himself off his bike, and threw a leg over it.

You slowly wrapped your arms around his waist, laying your palms flat on his trunk. You could feel he was toned as shit underneath that shirt, you can vividly imagine him shirtless which was quite unholy.

He started his bike and took off.

The air didn't hit you, but it blew his hair back and you caught more than a few glimpses of his sliver industrial piercing on one of his ears. You rested your head between his shoulder blades, your arms tightening for a second, with each bump, each turn, and each stop.

"Relax, pretty. You're not gonna fall." He yelled, and you groaned.

He must've felt the vibrations of your face against his back because he chuckled.

"Stand up."

"Are you crazy?!" You tugged on his shirt with your fingers, as a form of nudging him.

"Trust meeee, pretty. You can still hold on to me, but stand up."

You didn't comply, and just slammed your forehead on his back.

"Real cockblock"

"That's mean.."

"Then stand up, pretty. I promise I won't go so fast." His voice softened, the moment your hold on him loosened up.

You were into risky shit, but there's a difference between risky and deadly, however the line between them was extremely thin.

He stopped at a red light and you felt him let go off of one of the handles and pat your thigh. His hand was so cold, almost icy against your skin, his pinkie even caressed your skin under your thigh high for a moment.

"You'll like it."

You stared at his hand for a moment, taking a deep breathe before unwrapping your arms from around his waist. You held on to his sides before slowly standing up, resting your hands on his shoulders, or more likely holding on for dear life. He wasn't even moving but your heart was already pounding so fast. You leaned on his back, pressing your knees each against his side.

"Hold on." Just as the light turned green, he took off in the blink of an eye.

The momentum pushed you back, making you clench around his shoulders, and he used one hand to hold your knee till you leaned forward again and got used to the speed.

He was right, you liked it.

The air didn't hit your face because of the helmet, but it had your jacket flying around you almost like wings. You'd hang out of your friend's car window often, or so, but this was wilder. So much unsafer, but wilder, and somehow you felt safe holding on to Dabi.

"Told you, ya'll like it."

You broke out into a laughing fit, wrapping one arm around his neck from the back, while you stretched the other one above your head.

"This is amazing!"

He took a sharp turn, leaning left, dangerously a little closer to the ground, and you just wooed leaning right to keep balance.

He laughed, leaning back in place and speeding up out of the city.

"You better not take me somewhere haunted, I like you!"

You tugged playfully at his hair, as he drove through a road in the forest.

"Don't worry, if you liked that you'll love this!"

He laughed, and got on a mountain road. The air got colder, wilder, and so did his speed. You yelled into the air, making him laugh, and race against the wind to the top.

He started slowing down nearing the end of the road, as you were met with a white fence. He parked his bike, and got off, holding out his hand. You took it, in giggles and chuckles leftover from your laughing fit and the adrenaline, as you took your leg off the bike, taking his other hand when he held it out too as he helped you hop off. He had a wide smirk, as he watched you laugh off the adrenaline. He looked you in the eyes as he undid the helmet strap under your chin, his fingers caressing your jawline unnecessarily, which made your cheeks flush slightly, and giggle some more.

"What?" You asked.

He smiled, freezing for a moment before removing the helmet off of your head, and letting it hang on his bike handle, before walking to the fence and jumping over it.

"Whaaat!" You giggled again as you followed him, and he helped you get over the fence like he did with his bike.

"I don't see why you don't think you're eyes are pretty." He murmured.

After he helped you get over the fence, by holding one hand, then your other hand, letting you throw your legs over, he kept his hold on one of your hands as he walked down the leap, almost dragging you with him. He stood on the edge of a steep he needed to slide down, and looked at you.

"Com'ere."

You silently obeyed, taking a step closer to him. He slid down the steep, then held a hand out as he leaned close to catch you.

"I'm not jumping..."

You raised an eyebrow, taking off your jacket and wrapping it around your waist, to let it cover your butt and the back of your thighs as you slide down just like him, but in a more of a sitting position. He chuckled, as you stood up and almost fell forward from the moment but he caught you, of course he did.

"You're no better than an average man." You scoffed and nudged him off playfully.

He simply snickered in response, and walked ahead of you.

"Okay, pretty. Think you can close your eyes for your average black head?"

You stared at him suspiciously, and crossed your arms.

"Alright, just look at me then."

He stepped closer, filling your entire view on purpose, as he placed his fingers around each of your wrists. You hummed in disapproval as you stared at him, and he stared right back at you. His pupils slowly expanded, as he started walking backwards, and your eyes flickered behind him.

"Ah, eyes on me."

He tapped your temple, and you looked back at his eyes almost immediately.

"If you do end up kidnapping me, it'd make for a.. very interesting documentary.."

You whispered, staring at your reflection in his own orbs. His fingertips were so soft when they trailed down your temple, and pushed back a misplaced strand of your bangs back in place, before caressing your cheek softly. He smiled quietly, didn't even respond, just walking backwards, and you following on his trail.

"Gosh, your eyes are so lovely.."

He whispered, before turning around and stepping aside, to let you see a view of the city. He did this at that timing on purpose, to leave you speechless on both ends. It was typical, of course it was a sighting scene, but wow. Those are as lovely in real life, as they are in one's head when reading a book. The awful pitch black of the sky was a pretty purple because of the stars and moon, as the gentle city lights of a busy city twinkled on the ground. The breeze was just as great, and the smell of mud and leaves was so refreshing compared to the pollution of the smoke, alcohol and sweat you smell everyday.

"O-oh wow.."

You whispered, your hand still around his. As he stared at your face for a moment, before watching his step to pull you forward, and you just stepped towards him. Something about this creepy man was just so assuring enough to allure you.

"Watch your step."

He whispered so softly, as he pulled you to a bench and sat down, untying your now dirty jacket from around your waist and tossing it at the end of the bench before patting your hip, motioning you to sit down. You blinked, looking away from the city, to meet his beautiful blue orbs, they were a lot more prettier than any city lights. You stared at the bench before sitting down, right next to him, thigh to thigh.

His smile widened when his cheeks flushed so slightly, as he took a deep breathe and threw his hands behind his head, stretching one of them behind you, as he crossed his legs.

"You... want my jacket? It doesn't seem cold, but like..."

You giggled, and huddled up to his chest, the arm behind you just barely curling up to rest on your shoulders.

"Nah, the wind's amazing."

"Yeah... thought so too.."

You two just watched the lights sparkle, cars moving, or rooms turning on and off, and what not. More than strangers, less than friends, but this comfort was like nothing before.

"Dabi, huh?"

"It's a signature name, in case ya' didn't show up." He chuckled.

You turned to him then, and he was already looking at you with a smile. His eyes scanned a triangle shape on your face, from your right eye to the left, then briefly to your lips before looking back up at your eyes.

"What's your real name then?"

"Touya Todoroki."

"Hm... Touya.."

His eyebrows barely twitched when you said his real name.

"Touya... you do look like a Touya, Touya." You patted his knee, breaking eye contact to look back at the city.

"You're gonna make me ask?"

You turned back to him again, and he was staring at you still.

"I'm (Y/N)."

He used the arm around your shoulders to lay his hand on your head, his fingers stroking your hair gently although his palm didn't touch your head.

"A pretty name for a pretty girl."

"Oh shut up, it's not as pretty as Touya."

You huffed and crossed your arms.

"But it's pretty because it's yours."

You smiled again, a flush covering your cheeks, as you stared at his lips and he stared back at yours.

"Nice to meet you, Touya."

"Pleasure's all mine."

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