#you can really hear dabi in his voice huh

[theghooligan]

rindou’s audacity should never be questioned. my nasty little meow meow.

[freya-fallen]

Little Dove 5/?

You're Pro Hero Hawks' little sister. Dabi finds out and everything devolves from there.

HawksxReaderxDabi

TW: none for this chapter, but future parts may include, but are not limited to, noncon, dubcon, drugging, forced incest, yandere hawks, yandere dabi, coercion, lying, manipulation, grooming (of an 18 year old character), obsession, gaslighting...

Part 1 Part 6

Keigo is still home when you wake up, a rare occurrence given his hours. You stare down at your phone to read through a few texts from Dabi and look up when you hear an abrupt sound. Your brother is making scrambled eggs wearing your frilly apron and a pair of boxers. You can’t help but giggle at the sight of him whistling a little flourish while he flips the spatula through the air.

“‘Morning, Dove. Sleep well?”

You blush, remembering that you fell asleep while Keigo was preening your wings. You’d woken, tangled in sheets and diagonal across the mattress. “Did I steal the covers last night?”

He grins that heartbreaking grin of his that comes so naturally when he’s around you. “Only a little. I kept plenty warm, considering you were half on top of me.

“I’m sorry.”

He bats away the apology. “If it bothered me, we’d have separate beds. You’ve always been clingy in your sleep.”

To be fair, so is he. It’s a remnant of your childhood, when you were each other’s only real family. You still are, but now you have a stable life to go along with your relationship.

There was a time Keigo left. It was sometime after your father was finally arrested, when your memories become a blur for a while. You know you were hungry and cold and sad. Your mother was annoyed at your complaints, but there was nothing she could do about them. She yelled at Keigo, called him useless, and he took off.

You think you saw him once after that, then nothing. 

For a little while, you stayed alone with your mother. She rarely helped you with clothes or food or anything, really, so you quickly became a mess of a child. By the time the HPSC dropped in to pluck you from Tomie’s grasp, you were in such deplorable state that Keigo became furious when you saw him.

It was in the penthouse, your now-home. He’d fought with the commission to get a place for you, and a separate one for your mother. When you asked why, he always shrugged and muttered something about everyone being happier this way.

Keigo had run across the bare floor and dropped to his knees to look at you. “Did mom hurt you?” His hands were warm on your shoulders, his eyes boring into your own. You shook your head. “Did she feed you?” he asked next, to which you shrugged. Keigo sighed, glanced up at an adult and said, “Go get her something to eat.”

It was the first time you ever heard Keigo give a command. 

Your brother guides you to the table, snapping you from your memories. He has a full plate and orange juice all laid out. 

“Thank you, Keigo.”

 He beams. “You’re welcome.” He has made himself a plate with more food than yours. He spends all day most days out on patrol and apparently flying takes a lot of energy, so he keeps fueled. You’ve always marveled at how much he can scarf down per meal.

Your phone buzzes and he frowns at it. “Just a friend from school,” you explain, though you have the phone upside down, so it’s not like you can see the screen. He hums in response.

“Do you have the day off?” Hope lays thick in your voice. You’d promised to see Dabi later, but he’d understand that Keigo is home.

He shakes his head. “No, I just had a little time this morning. Sorry, Dove. I know I owe you some one-on-one time, but things are hectic at work right now.”

You know what that’s code for. “The commission has you on a special mission, huh?” You hate when this happens. They suck the life out of your brother, promising him the moon for one more little favor. It never ends; you know they’ve sent him to do things he shouldn’t, things he won’t talk about to anyone, but especially you. He could never ruin your image of him; it would break him.

You tell him you’ll love him anyway, but he just shakes his and smiles sadly.

“Yeah. It’s a really important one, though. It might stop a war.”

“Does it have to do with that guy who fought All Might?” you ask. He’s behind bars, but maybe he has some sort of team who can take over his evil plans. 

Keigo bites his lip. “You know I can’t tell you anything about it.”

“Yeah, yeah, secret squirrel stuff.” You raise a hand in defeat. “I know.”

“The secretest.” He puts your plates in the dishwasher after you’ve both cleared them, then pulls you into his arms for a hug. “I told them I’m taking a break after this one. I need it. We’ve all been working our asses off since All Might retired, but the flame man and I most of all.”

His heart is a steady beat against your ear. You wrap your arms around your brother and take in how much stronger he is than you. Even without him feathers, he could throw you over his shoulder. He takes his work seriously, despite his carefree appearance. You squeeze him, aware of how strong some villains are and how small your brother is compared to some. “You promise?”

Keigo rubs your back. “I promise. They won’t get anything outta me for at least a month.”

“A month?” The idea thrills you; you’ve never gotten to spend that much time free with him.

“Yep, just you and me. We can do anything, go anywhere.”

You grin up at him. “I can’t wait.”

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[shockinglysubmissive]

Listen.. imma need more corrupting kink headcanons with Dabi, I randomly remembered the ones you wrote back then and now I’m thirsty all over again for him corrupting a very dumb and innocent little thing <3

*Cracks knuckles* Hell yeah. I love scummy Dabi corrupting his innocent cutie. This is probably kinda crappy though cause it's not edited and it's just brain vomit.

Warnings: corruption, masturbation, toys

• When he finds out you're a virgin who has never masturbated, he is instantly hard.

• He spends a lot of time figuring how to convince you to let him teach you how and watch you.

• After a particularly stressful week, he makes his move, assuring you he has just the way to make things better.

• Goes out and buys you a vibrator, and tells you that he is going to help you.

• Teases you until you beg him to corrupt you

"Dabi! Get that away from me!" Your face heats up, and you toss the large handheld wand on the bed. The poorly wrapped box it was in now lays at your feet.

"Come on, doll. Give it a shot. It's good for stress relief. Releases all those good chemicals and shit in your brain." He picks it up, waving it towards you. His free hand catches your wrist and pulls you to sit on the edge of the bed. "Just lay back and I'll show you. I'll stop if you really want me to." Flipping the switch, the silicone head buzzes and gets pressed against your inner thigh.

Your body tenses, anticipation building for him to inch closer to your core, but he never does. The faintest vibrations make their way to your clit, waking a new feeling within you. "What are you waiting for?" Your voice comes out small as you look up to meet his gaze.

"You never told me that you wanted me to continue. I don't want to do anything you don't want." His voice drips with faux concern, secretly holding his position just to break you. "Do you want me to move closer?" The vibrating head trails under your skirt, now only inches from the growing wet patch on your panties.

"I... Oh~" All thoughts leave your mind as your pussy clamps down around nothing, your body craving more now it has a taste. "I want you to continue. I want you to show me how to get rid of my stress." You were blissfully unaware of how you were only fueling the fire burning within him.

Pushing against your clit through the thin fabric, Dabi sets the vibrator to the highest setting. He takes in every whine and moan that falls from your lips as you lay back, spreading your legs wide for him. Just as your body starts to thrash, an orgasm just moments away, he stops.

"Huh? What are you doing?" Your eyes fly open.

"You only asked me to show you. And I did. That's all you have to do." He grins down at you, acting as if he is going to leave you like this.

"No! I wanted you to make me cum! Please Dabi! Make me cum!" You beg, reaching shaking hands out at him needily.

"You want me to make you cum? Alright I guess I can do that. This is your first ever orgasm, so it's only fair I make sure you do it right." Hearing you beg him to make you cum, to give you this pleasure for the first time in your life. He could cum himself without ever touching his cock. Firmly pressing the toy to you again, he watches your orgasm tear through your body.

"Dabi~" The way his name falls from your lips sounds like a prayer. So sweet and pure as you ruin your cute panties with your slick. It's a sound he knows he has to hear over and over again.

[prettybrownelf]

Stress Toy

Non MLM/NBLM DNI

Pairings- Dabi x Male Reader

Summary- Being Dabi’s stress toy is all fine, till he comes home after disappearing and new emotions start to come out

Word Count- 1319

Content Warnings- Power Play, Hair Pulling, Friends with Benefits, Smut, Soft Dabi, Fluff

Being Dabis’ stress toy was a fascinating life. You’d met six months ago at some bar you can’t remember the name of.

He was tall and muscular and got on your fucking nerves, but you’d be dammed if you didn’t get hard every time you looked at him.

You knew he was a villain; who wouldn’t know? The bastard had his face plastered on TV almost every day. You didn’t care; he fucked well, and your a self-destructive little shit, so why not fuck the man with at least five counts of murder under his belt. Sure, he’s an asshole and sometimes crashes on your couch, but you get fucked as a form of payment, so you let him stay as long as he cleaned the blood off the floor.

Now, how you got here on your knees in the kitchen as Dabi moaned above you was a story you’re having difficulty remembering. You had initially been just getting up for a midnight snack, to which Dabi smugly replied with, “I’ve got a snack for you,” and shoved you to the ground.

The smell of cigarettes filled your lungs, making your throat burn more and more. Dabi knew how much bigger he was than you, and he loved pushing your limits. The feeling of him reaching the back of your throat almost makes you cum in your shorts as he continuously throat fucks you.

“Such a good little whore for me.” He groans, eyes squeezed shut. You couldn’t tell if he was saying it to get you off or if he just needed to remind himself that he was the one in control. It’s always the ones with trauma, huh?

As your throat starts going numb, he rips your head back, hand still tangled deep in your hair, the other hand jacking himself off over you. “You look so fucking good like this.” He murmurs to himself as he cums. He stands there for a second, taking in the sight of your tired face covered in his cum till he tosses your head to the side and leaves, saying something about liege business. Then, as usual, you’re left alone to catch your breath and clean yourself up. You aren’t hungry anymore.

Dabi doesn’t come home that night or the night after. You told yourself you weren’t worried because you hate him and use him to fulfill your sexual needs, even though you’ve been paying attention to the news a lot more than usual. Finally, after four days, at five in the morning, Dabi slams the door open, looking anything but ok. You nearly jump off the couch when you see him.

“Holy shit, where have you been?” ‘Why am I so angry?.’ He grunts and walks towards the bathroom, refusing to meet your eyes. “Hello? Do I look fucking invisible?” You swear this man is going to be the end of you. “None of your business.” He says, his voice was barely above a whisper. You decide to walk away before you break something or punch him.

How dare he disappear and then come back like that! You deserve more respect than that! Don’t you? Maybe you got too in your head about this relationship—too many thoughts for one night, nap time.

You decide to leave Dabi to his antics and lay in bed. Even if you don’t sleep, you can at least nap for a bit. As the calm darkness takes over your body, you feel yourself begin to slip into sleep. “Hey.” you can hear the gruff voice of Dabi from the doorway. Your eyes squint to see him in the darkness as you see him kick the door closed and walk up to you. For once, you were too tired to fuck him. “Dabi, I’m tired.” He laughs as he pulls your ass into the air. “I don’t hear the safe word, so I’m assuming you’re just a fucking brat.” You huff and don’t look at him. He wasn’t wrong.

You could practically hear him roll his eyes as he pulled you closer, pushing down on your back slightly so your arch for him. “Really, Dabi? I’m not in the mood.” You knew you were lying, but you’re mad at him. “Say the safeword then.” He repeats, pulling your sweats and boxers down at once. You gasp at the cold air on your already half-hard cock. “Such a fucking slut.” he curses as he begins pressing inside you. God, he was big.

Instead of pushing in slowly like usual, he wastes no time slamming against you. You swear you came right there as he starts fucking you. “Wait! Dabi, it’s too much.” You reach behind yourself to try and push him away. He quickly slaps your hand out of the way with a laugh. “Shut up and take it like a good slut.” He reached every fucking part of you he needed to to make you see stars.

All you could hear was the sound of skin slapping and your pornographic moans as you screamed his name. Right as you feel yourself reach another orgasm, he stops. You can’t stop the whine that falls from your mouth as you turn to question him. He’s silent as he suddenly flips you on your back. He looked fucking amazing like this. Messy black hair and burned purple skin. You expect him to get back to what he was doing, but he doesn’t. Instead, he stays there for a minute, looking down at you. Before you can ask him what’s wrong, he starts sliding back in, slower this time. You moan loudly at the feeling of him filling you again.

One arm props himself above you as the other holds your hip. Sure, you were enjoying this, but it was a lot different from what he usually did. If there was one thing you knew about Dabi, it was that he hated change. 'Why is he so soft all of a sudden?’ Slowly, he begins moving again, soft and rhythmic as you bucked your hips with him. His eyes are half-lidded as he lays his head next to yours, groaning in your ear. “I’m gonna cum again.” You’re entirely breathless as you feel his hand come to stroke your cheek. He puts his forehead against yours, tiny rapid breaths coming from his burned throat. “Such a pretty boy.” He whispers, making you feel something hot in your stomach. God, this feels so fucking good. You feel him start to get sloppy as he chases his orgasm, finally freeing you from overstimulation. He stays where he is for a moment, eyes seemingly making a picture on your face.

He swallows whatever words he was going to say as he pulls out and stands, leaving into the hall. Catching your breath seems more complicated. 'What the fuck was that and why weren’t we doing it before?’ The feeling of cold cloth makes you jump. Dabi holds his hand to your stomach in an attempt to keep you down. “Relax, I’m just cleanin’ you.” You nod a little bit as you stay still. It doesn’t take long for him to finish and throw the towel in your laundry basket. You expect him to leave, but instead, he hands you boxers and climbs in bed with you.

The two of you are silent for a while till Dabi finally rolls over and grabs you, holding you close to his chest. He was bigger than you and basically a heater. His arm lays above him as he plays with your hair, the other hand keeping you close as he rubs up against your sides. “Dabi-” You begin as he kisses you. “Just go to sleep, baby.” He whispers, leaving a small kiss on your forehead. “Ok.” You murmur as you scoot closer, if that’s even possible. His breathing was soft, and slowly, you fall asleep to the feeling of his fingers in your hair.

[gaybananabread]

Can we get headcanons for Hawks and Dabi? Is Dabi even ticklish, as a burnt piece of bacon?

🪶🧡Hawks & Dabi Tkl Headcanons🩵🔥

~And I’m back! Sorry for taking so long to get to my inbox, I live in shame (╥ᆺ╥；). I also got a req for some LOV hcs, so those should be out soon! These two doofs will forever hold a special place in my brain and I love it. Thank you for requesting!~

🩵Dabi🔥

General:

So the crispy-fried parts of him are ticklish, but to a degree. (continued in Lee)

He gives heavy ler-leaning switch vibes. Like, he’s always ready to wreck a bitch, but he’ll occasionally want some goofy affection.

Is incredibly embarrassed to admit he likes tickling. Will deny it until his last breath unless he’s “forced” to admit it.

Lee:

Only light tickling works on the scarred areas, maybe feathers or gentle tracing with nails

Even then, scarred bits only get him giggling softly.

It’s adorable and soft, which is exactly why he’ll kill almost anyone that tries.

He’s gotta be in the perfect mood, or so down-in-the-dumps that he doesn’t give a shit about what anyone does.

Main lers are Hawks, Twice and Toga. If anyone else does it, they’d better be wearing some wool and modacrylic suits.

Rough, airy giggles ranging to full-out cackling, depending on where and how you get him.

His worst spots are his belly button and armpits. If you go to town there, he’ll forget his name in no-time.

Melt spot is the area from under his chin and down to his collarbones.

That whole area is burned, but some gentle affection makes him happier than he’ll ever tell. Especially some tickly kisses to let him know they don’t care that he’s a lil’ crispy around the edges.

Ler:

Good luck and condolences to your diaphram-

He’s got a rough style, preferring to get his lee screeching over mere giggles. (if he cares, though, he’ll do what they prefer)

He’s not picky: he’ll wreck whoever in the main LOV-circle.

Most frequent flyers are Hawks and Twice (see the parallel?). He likes excuses, mainly giving out revenge tickles.

The teasiest bastard to ever walk the Earth. Like, seriously, man has no shame.

“That tickles? Better brace yourself, giggles: it only gets worse from here~” “Huh? Sorry, didn’t hear that over you laughing your ass off.” “Tickle tickle tickle, cutie~”

Would 100% do the Tickle Monster routine, but be genuinely terrifying about it. Long chases, anticipation builders, and raspberries/nibbles when he’s “hungry”

He’ll stop if the lee seriously asks, but other than that, goes until they’re wheezing.

Surprisingly nice aftercare: back rubs, light praise and occasionally cuddles if you’re good with puppy-dog eyes.

🧡Hawks🪶

General:

First off, this man has no shame in admitting he enjoys tickling.

He has “can say the t-word at any time” powers and abuses them whenever possible.

Birdy boy gives straight switch vibes. Down for a tickle fight, no matter what direction it goes for him.

Lee:

A lot more ticklish than most would think. Few actually try it, but those that have are pleasantly surprised.

He gets lee moods frequently, though they’re rarely taken care of. While he can admit he doesn’t mind tickling in general, asking to receive it is a lot harder.

When he is tickled, his laughter is bright and pitchy. That confident voice tends to crack when he’s laughing his feathers off.

Worst spot is his wings for sure, followed by his hips. If you dig into his wingpits, he’s a goner.

Melt spot is his stomach. He loves gentle belly traces, though he can’t handle kisses or nibbles there for too long.

His favorite ler is Dabi. He’s closest with him in the league, and the man knows how to get him laughing.

If the lee mood is really bad, he’ll sit near Dabi with his arms behind his head until he gets the message. If that doesn't work, it's annoying the hell out of the crispy boy.

Ler:

*Ehem*...the wings.

You know he uses those whenever possible to mess with friends and associates.

A stray feather hear, an accidental bring-brush there. Everyone knows he's doing it on purpose, but few actually try to prove it. After he finds out, even fewer succeed.

Purrs smug, teasy little compliments to his lee. Mans is cruel in the best way.

“Those seem like some adorable giggles. Mind sharing?” “What? You don't want me seeing this cute, squishy tummy? I don't see the problem, giggles~” “Loving these thighs of yours. So fun to squeeze and poke— the snorts are the best part!”

He “attacks” Dabi the most, mainly for mood-checks or just to be an ass.

After him, Twice is a regular. Whether it be for comfort after a “splitting” headache or just because, a few feathers will find their way to the villain.

Hawks doesn't really have a particular style besides “loveable asshole”

Depending on who's getting it, he'll go soft, rough, in the middle, feathers only: whatever the situation calls for.

Mainly cuddly aftercare: hugs, back rubs, a few spare teases, and maybe a snack if you're really drained. Wants to make sure his lee had fun over anything else.

[tired-teacher-blog]

Hello is it ok if I can please request a dabi x reader soulmate au where dabi has been keeping an eye on the new pro hero(reader) and once he finds out that the are soulmates he is just immediately trying to get them to live him

Hi sweetie! This was so much fun to work on and I really hope you enjoy it.

Invisible string

Characters : Dabi (Touya Todoroki)/ Gender neutral reader

Genre : Fluff/ One shot/ Soulmate au

Notes : I have never written anything for this au before but I did my best and I hope I did it justice.

Masterlist|Second Masterlist

It had never made sense to him —at least at first— that his eyes kept following you wherever you went. Wether you showed up on TV for an interview or a news report, or were swarmed on the street by your avid fans, he was there watching you from a distance.

You, the new hotshot everyone has been talking about.

He tried to convince himself that it was mere curiosity, because what else could it be? You're a hero after all, an enemy whom he had to watch closely. That's who you are, and that's what you'll always be..

_ "Before we wrap this up, are there any questions?" Tomura's eyes followed Dabi specifically as he spoke, since the latter was doing it yet again, being obviously distracted while on an important meeting.

_ "Yeah yeah everything's clear." and there he was, playing it cool like he always does, as if his brain wasn't about to explode a moment ago..

He had heard stories before, ridiculous ones that made absolutely no sense in his brain.. soulmates.

Meaningless, sickeningly sweet fairytales that only idiots believed. One true love for each one? Someone you feel inexplicable attraction to? Signs that tell you they're the one?

Who in their right minds would believe such bullshit?

Certainly not him, someone who had spent most of his adult life indulging in hookups as a way to relieve his tension. It was perfect for him, no time wasted and no strings attached, so why would he give that up for one person when he can be with anyone he wants?

That's what he was so desperately trying to convince himself of as he watched you during one of your night shifts.

He could just as easily burn you alive where you stood, that's how it should be anyway, however that was not what he wanted to do. Strangely enough, he only seemed to be interested in talking.

_ "Why hello there." he approached you slowly, his trademark smirk adorning his face and you instinctively moved back as you prepared to attack.

You knew who he was, of course you did, but never once had you seen him from a close proximity.

_ "What do you want? Don't even think of starting anything!" you assumed the worst —as you should— but for some reason you didn't really want to fight him.. Strange.

_ "So you're y/n huh? The one everyone's talking about?" his voice was low and his eyes were studying every little detail of your stiff body, but weirdly enough, he didn't seem threatening at all.

_ "I'll ask again, what do you want?" you knew it was your duty to fight, to try and capture him or at least call for backup, but you didn't seem capable of doing so.

_ "I'm just here to talk, to finally meet the new hero face to face." his body came to a halt, and so did yours, standing in one place and dropping your guard as you allowed his words to sink in.

Talk? What did he wish to talk about? Why wasn't either one of you attacking? And most importantly, what was that strange feeling shooting through your veins?

_ "There is nothing to talk about, if you leave now without causing any trouble I will not come after you, you have my word."

He blinked a few times hearing your words, before bursting out laughing, "interesting.." was all he muttered in his fit as he approached you again.

You stood your ground this time, clenching your fists to stop your uncontrollable shaking until he reached you, "alright hero, don't get all worked up." he whispered in your ear, in your fucking ear, as his lips ghosted over the reddening shell.

And with that he disappeared, into the darkness, as quickly as he had appeared.

You lost track of time, standing in that same spot as the mysterious dream-like encounter played in your head over and over again.. for days.

Yes, days.. days spent in a haze fantasizing about the peculiar man they call Dabi, days spent trying to register the small conversation you both shared that night, days spent recalling the feeling of his warm breath against your ear as he whispered his last words to you..

It wasn't professional to have those abnormal thoughts about a villain of all people, but there you were.

And what made matters worse was your desire to see him again. But you had to make sure, to know if the ridiculous idea your brain kept feeding you was right.

Could he be.. the one? Your soulmate? That would explain your strange feelings for him.

It would be weird, unexpected if that were the case, but this thing is not supposed to always make sense, that's what you've learned witnessing many of the people around you meet their soulmates. So what if yours was the last person you expected?

You had spent your entire life dreaming about your perfect match, your soulmate, building and cultivating a beautiful picture of the way you wished you'd meet.

You looked for signs in every single person you were attracted to, but never had you felt that connection you grew up hearing about.. that is, until that night.

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_ "Where are you?" you breathed out as you roamed the streets patrolling one evening, you started requesting those night shifts everyone wished to avoid, but for days you had no luck running into the person you yearned to see.

His words played in your mind again, "I'm just here to talk", could it be that he felt it as well? Was that what he wanted to talk about? Did he suspect something too?

You were barely paying attention to your surroundings at that point, until..

_ "So, we meet again." that voice, it's his, undeniably so.

You gasped turning around to meet your converser's face.

_ "You came." you couldn't control the curve of your lips nor the glint in your eyes as they landed on him.

_ "Were you expecting me hero?" even in the darkness, you could clearly see the softening of his features.

_ "Last time, you said you wanted to talk, what.."

_ "That's not important, it was stupid." he shrugged off as he turned around to leave.

_ "Wait! You felt it too didn't you? That strange connection between us, that's why you came last time, and tonight as well!" he stopped dead in his tracks, listening to your outburst.

You had forgotten your status at that point, what you were taught your entire life, couldn't even care less that the person you were addressing is one of the most dangerous villains in the country, all you cared about was having a clear answer.

_ "I think you're delusional hero, I've never pegged you for someone who believed in such bullshit." he sneered as he started moving again, away from you.

_ "I'm not delusional! And stop addressing me with my title when you clearly know my name!"

When did your body sprint towards him? When did you pull on his arm to force him to face you? When did he squeeze on your neck and pin you down underneath him? It all happened in a flash that your brain couldn't register any of it.

But then it happened, the thing you've spent years anticipating. The spark that should bring you together with your soulmate.

It filled your senses, you felt it throughout your whole body and you knew he did too.

_ "What the fuck!" he pushed himself up and took a few steps back, panic evident upon his features.

You were stunned yourself, frozen for a moment as you searched your brain for words to say, but for once you found none.

_ "Stay away I'm warning you!" he was clearly prepared to activate his quirk as he shouted, but all you could do was sit there and say nothing, as your eyes kept following him until he disappeared yet again.

Your doubts had been confirmed, but the reaction you received was not one you imagined.

Granted, he's a villain and you're a hero, the worst match possible, but that shouldn't matter right? It certainly didn't to you.

Never once had you cared that he's an outlaw since the day you laid eyes on him, but it seemed that he did..

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Laughable, a sick joke aimed at him as a twisted punishment for being a villain. That's what he thought anyway.

Not only did that superstition turn out to be true, but it also paired him up with a hero, an enemy.

He shook his head as he recalled the events of the night before, swearing it would be the last time he allows you to cloud his mind.

It was clear to him what needed be done, close his eyes and sleep the bewilderment off.

And it worked, he was no longer confused, but the certainty that came along was not what he wished for, it was in fact frightening.

He was engrossed in one thing and one thing only: you..

You kept on requesting night shifts after that fateful encounter hoping to see him again, but he had never shown up.

Days had passed and turned into weeks, giving you a chance to clear your head and think things over.

You finally came to accept your destiny, you were never meant to be with him in the first place, it was irrational of you to even consider the possibility.

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You sighed for the nth time that morning as you were sat in the conference room with the rest of your colleagues to go over the mission plan that was supposed to be put into action later that day.

You knew you had to pull yourself together, because when push comes to shove you'd have to take him down. You're a hero after all, a defender of justice who should aim for the greater good regardless of all else.

You gritted your teeth as you took everything in, memorizing the plan to the letter and vowing to follow your orders without questions.

But oh well, it was a lot easier said than done..

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A simple glance at the man standing mere inches away was all it took for your resolve to falter.

It was chaotic.. screams, destruction and quirks being used to serve a purpose, but it suddenly turned quiet around you as everyone and everything else disappeared, all but him.

_ "Dabi.." you wished you knew what his real name was so you could speak it.

He did not respond and instead, blue flames appeared from his palms, he was ready to attack and so should you, but for a moment you forgot your orders along with the lifelong training that got you to where you are.

_ "I don't wanna do this so get away from me." his tone was threatening but deep down you knew he wouldn't hurt you.

None of your allies or his were aware of what was happening at your end, everyone were fighting tooth and nail except for the pair of you.

_ "I thought I could let you go, and I truly tried, but now I realize that I was only lying to myself." you fought hard to keep your tears at bay, and for some reason Dabi seemed to get more frustrated with each second that passed.

_ "Stop fucking messing with my head, you and I can never be." he was ready to set you ablaze where you stood.

_ "Why? Because I'm a hero?"

_ "Because I'm a villain!" he suddenly started approaching you, "can't you see the irony here? Look at me!"

_ "I don't care who you are or what any of this means, all I know is that I would rather die than let you go."

_ "How idiotic can you be? The only thing that can bring us together is a battlefield." he suddenly sounded too calm for someone who kept breaking your heart with every poisonous word leaving his mouth.

You wanted to bark back, to actually pull yourself together and fight him, if not for the sake of the mission then at least for your own.

But what your body decided to do was far from any intention you had, because in a split second, you were grabbing on his shirt as your lips smashed with his.

He stiffened under your touch, and you waited for a shove that never came, since he kissed you back instead, groaning desperately against you and wrapping his arms around your frame.

The whole situation might seem comical to an observer, as a full blown war was taking place not too far from where you two were sharing an intimate moment.

Fortunately —still— everyone else were oblivious, not that either one of you would actually care about being found out at that point.

You pulled back slowly, smiling cautiously as you opened your mouth to speak, but he claimed your lips yet again, cradling your cheeks this time and stealing your breath away..

_ "So, what does this mean?" you struggled to utter between your gasps.

_ "I don't really know where we should go from here, but we'll figure it out," he responded reassuringly before taking a few steps back, "we must get back before someone figures it out, just make sure to stay alive hero."

_ "You too! Don't die on me." you were saying your goodbyes as if you weren't about to return to the same battlefield.

_ "By the way y/n, I'm glad you were so stubborn," he declared with a smirk before rushing back to his comrades, leaving you behind to figure out how to contain your excitement.

No one said it would be easy, it shouldn't be anyway, but finding that treasured someone for whom you'd gladly fight the world, is worth everything.

That's what you both started to believe after that day.

@ilikewafflesworld

[a-not-so-clean-blog]

Dabi x gn reader

Good luck

kiss drabble 520 words

Mag and I quickly peck each other on the cheek before splitting off for our respective missions, waving as we parted ways. I trot up to Dabi and we leave for our recon mission. It was supposed to be easy, just sit on the roof of a building near the enemy base and count the number of goons and maybe try and steal some Intel. Nothing big or dangerous tonight.

I keep a sharp eye on the people below doing my best to memorize every face and every quirk I can see. Dabi pulls me from my concentration when he asks. "Do you and Mag do that often?" He tried to sound bored but it sounded like something he had been thinking about for a while.

I look over at him and quirk an eyebrow. "Do what often?"

"The… kiss thing."

"Oh, yeah it's for good luck before missions. Don't really remember how it started though." I said simply.

"You don't need luck when I'm here." He mumbled under his breath.

"Haha maybe not luck but a fire proof shirt would be nice." I joke as I let out another small laugh. "Wait. Why do you ask?"

"No reason." He dodged the question and pretended to focus on the mission.

"Hold on, was that a hint of jealousy?" A surprised smile creeps across my lips.

"No." He answered a bit too quickly and my grin only grew.

"Yeah it's just for good luck. You know if you kiss someone attractive it's good luck!"

"Huh…"

"Mag is cuter than you."

"Yeah." He grumbled.

"But you're hotter~" I shoot him a wink. A spark lights up his already bright eyes.

"Yeah?"

"Uh-huh~"

"So is that good luck too.."

"Let's find out." I tap on my cheek as an invitation.

He looks me up and down before leaning in and tentatively placing a kiss on my cheek. The contrast between his scarred bottom lip and soft upper lip was pleasant, as well as the warmth of his skin.

I turn my head to kiss his cheek. The cool staples adding an extra sensation to his hot patchwork skin.

"So," I look up at him, a smug smile on my lips. "What do you think, feeling luckier?"

"I think I'm going to push my luck." He stares me down with hungry, predarory eyes as he leans in closer and our lips lock together. The kiss was slow and deliberate. A shiver runs up my spine when he licks my lips and I feel his tongue piercing trail across it. The sounds of the city below faded into the background as my knees started to buckle. My head feeling like it was stuffed with cotton.

Slowly he pulled away, leaving me breathless and euphoric. I see his lips move but my mind is still too fuzzy to understand what he said. "Huh?"

A smug grin practically glows on his face. "I asked what you thought of your new good luck charm." I can hear the amusement and pride in his voice.

"I think I need a little more, just to be safe."

[thesakuragarnet]

that one Rihanna song

(my first attempt at writing a mini fic/drabble on here! Hope y'all enjoy <3)

Summary: You can stay under my umbrella.

Tags: DabiHawks fluff, Swearing, some Geten slander lol

Word Count: 1,246 words

It’s raining. Dabi hates the rain…at least…he does now. When he was a kid, the rain didn’t always bother him. It felt soothing, and it made his Quirk easier to use with the water pouring over the subtle burns on his skin. Now, though…the rain is dangerous…at least for the next twenty-four hours after he’s replaced his staples…which is the case today. He curses under his breath as he stands under the overhang facing the courtyard. The one part of the Gunga Mountain Villa that wasn’t connected to the main building was where he needed to be…soon. Normally, he wouldn’t care that he was gonna be late…but this was his Regiment meeting…and if Geten started without him…who knows what the fuck he would say. Dabi chews on his bottom lip, staring at the downpour, crossing his arms over his chest and subtly tapping his foot. If he walks out there…he might not make it to the meeting and could be spending the night in the infirmary…which would so not help the fact that Geten was trying to make him look weak every chance he got. If he missed the meeting, the exact same thing would happen…Geten would shit-talk him and go on his extremist rant. The rain doesn’t look like it’s stopping anytime soon either. Dabi inhales sharply, eyebrows furrowing…he can’t make up his mind, and he simply stares. 

“Dabi?”

The voice startles him, and he twitches, unmoving. He thought the stupid bird would’ve left by now. He had his debrief with Twice this morning, and their next rendezvous wasn’t for a few more days. Dabi remains silent, but Hawks approaches him, stopping beside him and following his gaze. 

“Sure is peaceful up here with the rain and all, huh? I could take it or leave it, though. Don’t fly as well in this kinda weather,” Hawks shrugs, laughing, as if trying to get some sort of reaction. Dabi doesn’t flinch but shuffles uncomfortably. Hawks recognizes in an instant that he’s hiding something. His eyes scan the villain, calculating but not cold. His pupils soften in his golden irises when he catches the sheen of the staples…new staples. 

“You can’t really go out there either…can you?” Hawks mutters, just loud enough for Dabi to hear. The villain stiffens and swallows, keeping his eyes forward, trained on the roof of the enormous training facility hidden at the edge of the forest. Hawks puts two and two together in his brain, cocking his head in a very bird-like manner before looking at his watch.

“Isn’t your meeting in like…five minutes?” 

Dabi blinks, wondering why the stupid Pro Hero would remember something as frivolous as his schedule. He only mentioned it in passing a couple weeks ago when they moved their training up in the day-to-day schedule. Maybe he should stop being so loose-lipped around him. After all, he still didn’t really trust Hawks. The Pro’s nose twitches; he’s obviously becoming increasingly annoyed at being ignored. 

FWISH!

Suddenly, a shadow falls over Dabi, and he looks to see that Hawks’ feathers have diverted to his left wing, making it broader and longer; he’s raised it up in a curve over Dabi’s head, like an outstretched umbrella. Hawks takes off his headphones and slips them into one of his many jacket pockets. 

“C’mon. I’ll walk you over there,” He beams, flashing that perfect Hollywood-esque set of teeth in a genuine smile. Dabi glares down at him. Was this pity? A form of control? Whatever it was, it made Dabi…feel things…he wasn’t sure what to call them…positive or negative. It made his emotions twist in his chest…emotions that he’s been trying oh so very hard to hide in front of his comrades. This facade that he’s built up to hide his true identity…surely this HPSC pawn isn’t cracking it? 

“I know how much you hate the ice bastard, so the last thing you wanna do is be late, yeah?” Hawks grins, eyes practically glowing behind his golden visor. Dabi bites his tongue, mind swirling. Hawks is exactly right…but he’ll never say it to his face. Dabi takes a deep breath, looking down at his muddy black boots. 

“Not a word of this…to anyone. Got it?” Dabi snaps under his breath, his voice a little shaky. 

‘Why is it shaky?’ 

“You have my word,” Hawks chuckles, motioning for Dabi to make the first move. Dabi freezes. What if this was all a ploy for Hawks to leave him stranded in the rain? The Pro can’t be that stupid…he’d be fried chicken in a snap if he did that. Still…it’s so hard to trust…well…anyone. 

Dabi closes his eyes and takes a step forward…only for Hawks to step forward in synchrony. Something deep inside him seems to untangle, and a near-silent breath of relief falls from Dabi’s lips. Hawks’ smile seems to widen as they walk side by side, and he looks up at the sky as the rain starts to soak his hair, matting the fur on his jacket. Dabi raises an eyebrow. 

“You could shield yourself, too, y’know,” He scoffs, but Hawks shrugs. 

“I don’t mind it. Besides. More coverage for you,” He sighs, closing his eyes as he stares at the clouds, almost like he’s reminiscing. Their boots splash on the muddy trail as they make their way down the path to the off-site training building. 

“Why’d you stay?” Dabi blurts, partially from paranoia and partially from pure curiosity. Hawks huffs. 

“Knew it was gonna downpour. Planned on waiting until it clears up this evening. Should be clear skies by the time your session ends,” He remarks. “Like I said…don’t fly as well in the rain.”

Dabi sniffs, arms pinned tightly to his body, trying to make himself as small as he can under the protection of Hawks’ wing. He hates how vulnerable he feels. If Hawks ever brings this up again, he’ll have to make sure he knows his place. Then again…the Pro Hero is just as vulnerable, particularly to the elements. Some of his scraggly blonde hair is plastered to his forehead, and his jacket sags against his body. Though it’s a small gesture, in some way, he’s making a sacrifice for Dabi…and Touya almost gasps when he realizes it. He can’t remember the last time that happened…even on a small scale. It was…it must’ve been before the accident…if at all. Dabi’s throat suddenly feels tighter, and he swallows as the subtle sting beneath his eyes threatens to creep up. He can’t cry over this. That would be the end of it. The end of everything. He pushes it down, keeping his breathing even, suffocating his emotions until the sting disappears entirely. He won’t let the facade crumble…especially not because of some Pro…more specifically, some Pro who idolizes his father.

Within a blink, they’ve reached the bottom of the hill, and there’s an overhang just outside. Dabi leers up at one of Skeptic’s security cameras that pivots to face them, and he promptly flicks it off. Hawks chuckles at the gesture and stops once they’re sheltered from the rain. Promptly, Hawks lifts his wing to the side, careful to prevent any water from splashing off his feathers and landing on Dabi. 

“Well. You’ve got thirty seconds to get through that door. Shouldn’t be too hard on your own,” Hawks winks playfully, and Dabi’s eyes narrow. In the back of his mind, he almost says thank you, but, instead, he just turns on his heel and walks to the door.

END

P.S. Toga and Twice totally saw them from one of the Villa windows and asked Dabi all about it.

[tonyboneysblog]

ACCIDENTAL NAB P3

parings: thief!hawks x princess!reader

word count: 1.1k

warnings: none

notes: PART THREE YALL! this was going to be posted yesterday but we went into a school lockdown🤪

summary: thief!hawks steals you away and takes you far from your home! On accident…

Part 2: ACCIDENTAL NAB P2

“wakey wakey, princess..”

you recognize the voice, it’s hawks, you can feel the early sun settling into your skin.

“mph…” you groggily let out.

He giggles softly, “cmon, early bird gets the worm.”

“let me sleep more, the sun just came up…” you say quietly.

something’s laying on you, it feels heavy but it’s warm. You had already guessed it wasn’t hawks since he sounded too far away so you just assumed it was the blanket- until the blanket hit you.

“Ow- what was that for?!” Your eyes open quickly to see a mischievous hawks staring back at you.

“Had to get you up somehow.”

You look behind him, Dabi and Tokoyami are still sleeping, so really there was no point in waking you up either than just wanting to annoying you with his squawking.

“Go annoy someone else.” You say bluntly.

“Hmm, nah I don’t think so.”

“why’re you annoying me”

“why’re you so mean?”

you look away slightly at the comment, it didn’t hurt you but no one ever called you mean..except for him.

“My sisters think I’m great.”

“well your sisters aren’t here, are they?”

“I wonder whose fault that is?”

hawks laughs at your banter while you just stare at him with a stern look, the one you used when your sister broke some type of plate while ‘’trying’’ to help the maids.

“Maybe if you were nicer to me than I’d let you get more beauty rest.”

“it’s hard to be nice”

“Why’s that?” He cocks his head into the pillow more.

you stay silent for a moment, “I don’t know.”

you close your eyes. It’s quite, maybe if he stopped talking you could drift away into sleeps kind, warm arms.

“That’s fine, you’ll have to figure it one day thought if you’re gonna be the queen.” he says softly.

“yea” is the only thing you utter after.

you yawn loudly, still tired, the suns starting to hurt your eyes and it feels like it’s getting to hot under the covers. At least they’re soft…

your covers move again slightly, you assume it’s just hawks just get off the bed but the weight never shifts

you open your eyes again but instead of the soft white it’s the same beautiful red as hawks…avian wings.

You think he’d say something about your staring but he stays quiet, thankfully.

you’d like to pet them, they look soft- but, it feels like the same as if someone just randomly petted your dog without asking. It’s your dog so why touch it without the ask?

So you just stare, which is arguably more weird than touching…

They start twitching slightly- is he nervous? you’d assume he gets tons of looks since there so large and bright.

“wish you had a pair of your own, huh?” He says.

“I like them, only good thing about you.”

“Well aren’t you discourteous?”

“I’m surprised you know that word, bird brain.”

you hear the beds behind hawks starts to creak, then comes the yawns.

Tokoyami is the first to speak, “Good morning hawks, y/n.”

“Morning!” you say happily, Tokoyami was nice.

The three men raised from their beds, hawks left you a little colder. They talked about how their day should go, eating, selling more to different traders in town, etc.

you were blissfully laying in the soft bed, Dabi wasn’t kidding when he said the were nice.

“Princess?” Hawks calls. You only groan as a response.

“I can trust you enough to have the gag not be on your mouth, right?”

It’s not like you would talk a lot with it off anyways, you nodded despite that.

Hawks smiles, he had a nice smile, “good, now cmon put on your scarf, let’s go eat.”

The walk to the tavern wasn’t that long, you were able to pass by a few shops, some for flowers, furniture, or just pawning. The four of you passed by one of the pawn shops, where they sold most of your royal things.

The owner looked at you, looked away for a moment, then looked back and started waving his hands trying to get your attention.

“M-Mr. Hawks! one moment please?” He says.

Hawks cocks his head to the side while the man runs up to him, pulling him aside to where the three of you can’t hear their conversation.

You can tell by the expressions on hawks face that the news he’ll have won’t be very good, he argues quietly, then beckons Tokoyami to come closer.

He whispers something in his ear, then Tokoyami walks away.

Hawks then shoos away the old man, turning back towards you with a sour expression.

“Can’t sell the stuff here apparently, boss says it’s ‘too suspicious’ for a town like this.” Hawks says with a distaste.

Dabi sighs, “where are we supposed to sell it then?”

“Night market, heard it’s moved down to Skinningrove.”

Dabi whistles, “Now that is one fucked up place.”

Now you’ve never heard of “skinningrove” but SableStome was just fine even if Tokoyami and Dabi hated it, so you assumed it would be fine!

“What’re you looking so happy for huh?” Dabi says.

“Hm? Nothing, just excited for the next adventure.” You reply.

Dabi chuckles, “well you know why they call it Skinningrove right? Cause they skin people there- and you’re milk bathed skin would sell for some pretty penny yknow.”

“Dabi, don’t scare her.”

Well isn’t that just amazing for you?

Hawks looks at the distraught expression on your face, “Just stay close to me and you’ll be fine.”

“They won’t be scared of you pretty boy.”

“I’ll give them a reason to be scared then.”

Dabi just shakes his head with a small smile.

You can hear a carriage approaching, then the owner coming out with your belongings.

The four men start packing all your things into the carriage in preparation for Skinningrove, aren’t you just so excited?

Hawks then ushers you inside, you sit down on one of the boxes. Hawks thanks the owner then waves goodbye as you start moving.

He looks back at you, you looked terrified after Dani’s little comment about being…skinned.

He sits next to you and hands you something red, it’s a feather, one straight from those pretty wings to be specific.

don’t say pretty.

“Here.”

“Why are you giving me this?”

“Skinningrove is always a little hectic, don’t wanna lose you.”

“Do they really skin people there?”

He groans softly, “Only sometimes…”

well I suppose that makes you feel…slightly better?

“I can hear through it, just a little bit, so if you get swooped away you’ll be able to talk to me.”

“Thanks, hawks…”

You can feel the carridge shaking slightly on the bumpy road that leads out of SableStone, you’re still scared of your next adventure but at least hawks will protect you?

no, don’t think that.

your father would never even have you near this place…or out of the palace.

hawks gives you freedom at least.

he’ll keep you safe.

[its-tiamat]

can u pls do one of shigaraki w a s/o who is a huge music lover like jirou?? they love to collect cds, vinyls, and infodump on their fav album/singer?

|| WITH A S/O THAT LOVES MUSIC ||

Back at it I am! I was trying to find the time to write this one for so long, honestly. It's kinda longer than my usual works, but heh, I was inspired. Hope ya'll like it xoxoxo

Pairings: Tomura Shigaraki × reader

Tomura had never really cared about anyone's hobbies at the League as, you know, they were nothing more than chess pieces to him. Also, getting involved in the private life of any of the League members was an unnecessary exposure to the risks those weirdos liked to commit to. Generally, everyone sticked to the "I mind my business, you mind yours" rule.

But god, seeing you walk around always wearing your headphones had him dying to know what you were listening to.

It took him some time to work out the courage to ask you what kind of music you were into, he even tried to ask Twice and Dabi before, but they just shrugged at his question.

"Rap?" he asked you one day.

"What?" you asked back at him, removing one of your headphones.

"I, uh, you look like someone who listens to rap. That's all."

"Actually, right now it's more like rock," you chuckled, "but rap is fine too. I mean, it really depends on the mood you are in, right?"

"Uh-huh," nodded Shigaraki. You had never seen him this interested in something so trivial.

"D'you... wanna hear it?" The question came natural to you, though you weren't expecting him to nod as he tucked his hair behind his ears to wear your headphones better. He listened to the whole song before you dared to ask him whether he liked it or not, and he nodded again. "Really? I'm glad you do! It's actually one of my favorite albums, like, you gotta listen to it. I got the vinyl too if you want to! Tho I also listen to other genres and I can tell you, as I already said, it depends on the mood and-" You stopped, and Tomura gave you a puzzled look. It wasn't his usual, cold, inquiring glare, but more one of genuine curiosity.

"Am I talking too much?" You felt like you were monopolizing the conversation, and your boss wasn't usually one to sit on the edge of a conversation and listen to others' opinion.

To your surprise, he shook his head: "Wasn't I the one asking you about it after all?"

Shigaraki quickly brought his hands to his head to take off the headphones, but the blue plastic they were made of started turning into black ashes under the touch of his fingers.

"ohhh fuck!" You only had time to unplug them from your phone before the decay reached the end of the wire.

"Fuck!" The boy took a step back and patted off his sweater, as a small pile of dark ashes gathered on the ground.

"It wasn't on purpose, I was just taking them off. I'll bring you a new pair. Is your phone ok?" You huffed. "Yeah, it's fine. I have another pair in my room, so don't bother."

"No, really." Tomura reached for your hand, before pulling it back. He stared at his knees, then he looked back at you: "I'm bringing you a new pair." You gave him a small smile.

"How about the vinyl? Could we really listen to it? I promise I won't touch it."

"Shiggy babyyy," Toga's voice reached you from the other room: "Gotta raid an arm deposit in ten mins. You with us right?"

"I love how this sounds like a normal request to you," you joked to Tomura.

He chuckled and quickly walked out of the room "Gonna be back soon. With your headphones. Not gonna decay those ones."

masterlist

taglist: @liberace2 @whiteusagi   @help-idk-what-my-life-is @comehome2myheart @peachysuguru   @iam-mentally-unstable

tell me if you want to be added!

[martian-writes]

Let Me In!

Inspired by Rael!

"Someone said i can stay here where the fuck is the man who said that" - Drunk Zuku.

- - - -

Izuku is cold. Which in his opinion is absolute bullshit.

Shouldn't alcohol make you warm?

Why is he freezing his nuts off?

Oh. Maybe because he is locked outside. No he didn't forget his key, he can't forget his key to a place he doesn't live.

See Izuku's friend, Dabi offered to let Izuku stay the night at his place after Izuku was done bar hopping with their group friends. Since ya know Dabi lived in the area and it was much safer to just stay with a friend rather than drive home.

It's 3 am.

Izuku is done bar hopping and is standing outside of Dabi's apartment building pressing his buzzer. Well at least Izuku thinks this is his apartment building and that this is Dabi's buzzer.

Honestly he is way too drunk to be sure.

"Come on Dabi" Izuku whines as he presses the buzzer again.

No answer.

Izuku tilts his head back letting out a puff of air. His breath clouds in the air, and his head spins a little. Staring up at the sky does not help it, so he put his head down with a groan.

"Dabi you piece of shit" He curses pressing the buzzer again, not realizing he is pressing the wrong one.

It rings... and rings.... and /rings/

Then an answer.

"Do you have any idea what time it is asshole?"

Izuku's head snaps up too fast for his drunk mind but he smiles big "Dabi?? Dabi let me up i'm tired and cold... and kinda hungry"

"Who the fuck is Dabi?"

"You??"

A baby wails in the background and the person tiredly groans and says "Listen man. Fuck you, your constant buzzing woke my newborn. Stop ringing my bell"

Before Izuku can even congratulate them on their baby. The intercom goes quiet, leaving Izuku slightly dumbfounded because

"Dabi doesn't have a baby" his face scrunches "Does Dabi have a baby?"

Izuku rings another (incorrect) bell, even holds the button down and closes his eyes because the sound intercom is making, soothes whatever oddity is happening in his drunk haze mind.

Then after a solid five minutes, the intercom is picked up.

"Motherfucker" the most gravelly, deepest, hottest, while yes sleep ridden but still hot voice says "Do you have any idea what the time is?"

Izuku's eyes are wide open and mouth dropped open because "Oh-hooo you are /not/ Dabi! You sound wayyy too /hot/ to be Dabi!"

Sober Izuku would /never/ be in this kind of situation and IF he did happen to find himself in this situation. He'd have half the brain to call his friend to be like "Hey man im downstairs". He'd also have a brain to mouth filter but Izuku /isn't/ sober so his brain? Gone.

He has no filter. Izuku says what he thinks when he thinks it.

"Dude what?" The voice says

"Hey mister hot voice let me in" Izuku replies ignoring the voice

"The fuck? Dont you live here? Use your key."

"No way! I live across town! Im looking for my friend"

"Do /they/ live here?"

"Uh huh"

"Then ring their bell! Fuck you ringing mine for you dickhead"

Izuku lips pursed together and he makes a face like he ate something sour "Well. I thought I did. Anyways, I'm really cold. Let me in pleasssseeee"

- - - -

Tiredly Katsuki stares at his intercom, eye squinting because it's 3 in the morning. He works tomorrow and here this random stranger is just ringing on his bell.

The stranger is looking for Dabi... who the fuck is Dabi? What kinda shit name is Dabi?

"I don't know you!" Katsuki says into the intercom "im not letting you up"

"Come on please? I'll be good! Im potty trained and everything!"

Okay this guy is not sober at all. Who the fuck just says shit like that? What is this guy a dog?

"Get outta here! And don't ring my bell again" Katsuki shuts off the intercom.

Then it buzzes again

"For fucks sake" he grumbles pressing the button to answer "What?"

"Let me innnnnnnnn"

"Why dont you fuckin call your friend? Are you stupid?"

"Oh! That's a great idea!" Katsuki can practically hear the fucker smiling "please hold"

Katsuki has no idea why he actually listens, he has no idea why he answered a second a time knowing full well it's a drunken idiot.

"Ah! Oh no! My phone's dead" there's a quiver in the drunk man's voice "I have to bury it! Oh my god my phones dead"

Katsuki facepalms, this guy is probably worse then fucking dunce face when his smashed. There's a sniffle on the other end of the intercom and Katsuki scowls

"Are you fucking crying?"

"N-no! Just someone said i could stay here! Where the fuck is the man who said that?" The person yells "It's so cold out here my dick receded into my body man"

As if to emphasize how cold they are, Katsuki hears the distinct noise of teeth chatter. Katsuki steps away from his intercom to look outside the window where he can see the front of his building.

Someone is down there, in the cold.

/Again/. Katsuki has no idea /why/ he does this. Against his better judgment

He buzzes the dude in.

"Oh you are a saint!" The guy yells

Katsuki rolls his eyes and shuts off the intercom. The guy can find his friend's apartment and if not sleep in the hall.

What's the worst that could happen?

Katsuki starts walking back to his bed room when there's a loud bang in the hallway outside his front door then a drunken

"Owww"

Katsuki tilts his head up curses whichever gods that are listening because what the hell?

He did his good deed! He let the guy in so he didn't freeze in the cold and now the dude is making such a racket in the hall someone is gonna call the police.

Someone... will...call... the... police.

Then it'll /their/ problem.

Katsuki nods his head with a smirk and keeps walking to his room where he hears another bang.

"OH FUCK!"

Katsuki walks toward his door and looks through the peephole. He watches as a green haired dummy sets the fake potted plant back in its corner.

"Now you watch where ya going okay?" The guy says before looking the plant "I'm not talking to you sir! I'm speaking to myself"

Then he nods his head and walks away, he pads up the hall and Katsuki thinks that's the last he'll see and hear of a drunk dumbass and then suddenly his peep hole is all green eyes and freckles.

"Hey!" The guy knocks loudly on Katsuki's door making him jerk back "Dabi! You dickwad!"

More loud, annoying knocking. Katsuki tilts his head up and mutters "why me???"

More knocking "Dabbiiiiiiii"

With a grumble and nasty scowl on his face, opens his door. Katsuki is just aboutta yell at the guy when his fist meets Katsuki's chest, knocking.

"Oh wow" the guy says before flatten his palm and squeezing Katsuki's peck "Dabi you've been working out??"

The guy looks up and his green eyes are glazed over and unfocused. Katsuki is rendered speechless because the guy is actually /cute/.

An idiot but cute.

Then the guy waltzes right into Katsuki's apartment.

"You are such an ass Dabi" the guy says "I had to flirt with a sexy man on the intercom to get let in because YOU didn't answer"

Katsuki who is still by his open apartment door is dumbfounded because 'when the fuck did this guy flirt?' Also still who the fuck is Dabi??

"Do you know who he is by the way? He sounds like he has /really/ big dick" the guy says pulling off his jacket- which by the makes sense why the fucker was cold.

Wait- what? Big dick?

Katsuki smirks not toot his own horn but he is pretty, well endowed. He watches the idiot amused as he stumbles through Katsuki's apartment.

All amusement dies when he notices the guy didn't take his shoes off. Katsuki slams his door and stalks after him.

"Oi! If yer gonna invade my house take your shoes off!" He yells shoving the poor dude into the couch to start tugging at his stupidly bright red sneakers that don't even match his outfit.

"I'm not an alien" the guy pouts "and you shoved me hard Dabi. Thats mean"

Katsuki pulls off both sneakers to reveal mix match All Might socks. Figures the guy looks like a nerd, and of course he'd be obsessed with All might, he is /the/ best.

"My names not Dabi"

The guy squints "No? What are you doing in Dabi's apartment? not Dabi"

"This aint Dabi's apartment and the name is Katsuki"

The guy looks around and his eyes widen, nodding his head as he looks back at Katsuki. "This is /not/ Dabi's house! This sure is awkward"

"Awkward?" Katsuki echoes

"Yeah. Cause like. I'm crashing here Kat- kacchan! You already took my shoes off" and as if to make his point, the guy kicks his feet up onto the couch and wiggles his toes.

"Who said you can stay here???"

The greenette looks at Katsuki and then shoves his socked foot in his face "You. Took. My. Shoes. Off"

Katsuki's lips curl into a slight snarl and he slaps the foot away "what if i don't want you stay??"

The drunk cute idiot makes himself comfortable on Katsuki's couch and closes his eyes "Shoulda kept your door locked man. Now you got a stranger sleepin on yo couch"

Katsuki snorts, amused by this guy.

"By the way. Do I know you? You sound familiar??" Eyes still closed the guy's face scrunches in the cutest way.

Like a bunny.

Katsuki shakes the thought from this head reminding himself that this is a /stranger/. Katsuki can't fall for a drunk stranger that invaded his house, sure he opened the door but he didn't /invite/ him in.

"Don't know man" Katsuki says "some drunk dude rang my bell like he was on fire and woke me up outta my sleep"

"What? No way! Did you tell him off? I hope you did. That's so rude"

Katsuki coughs a laugh because that fully confirms how wasted this guy actually is "totally told him off. Said go fuck yourself"

"Period. As you should"

Katsuki chuckles and the guy smiles.

"I'm just gonna rest my eyes mmkay?" The greenette says "My name's Izu-Deku"

Katsuki doesn't know what he said as it was tiredly mumbled and with that Deku is passed out. Katsuki stares for a moment wondering how the hell is this his life right now. Getting off the floor, setting Deku's clunky red sneakers by the door, gets him a blanket.

Katsuki could wake up robbed, Katsuki could not wake up /at all/ tomorrow for letting a stranger sleep on his couch.

Yet against the little voice that yells at him to call the cops or kick Deku out. Katsuki takes the blanket, tosses it over the passed out drunk man and tucks him in.

With a shake of his head Katsuki flicks off the living room light and heads back to bed. Hopefully in five hours Katsuku actually wakes up and he isn't robbed.

- - - - -

Izuku wakes as the early morning sun filters through the windows. Izuku groans because his head is pounding, the light is not helping. He turns over and shoves his face into the couch cushion and the armrest.

Izuku takes a big whiff and practically melts into the couch. Smells clean like fresh linen. No that isn't right, the couch smells clean yes, but not like that it has a more minty smell to it.

Good on Dabi for cleaning his couch. Sometimes he uses this weird lavender spray that makes Izuku sneeze or if he is out of that spray... Dabi uses his cologne.

Dabi has some /questionable/ cleaning habits. In fact Izuku shouldn't be shoving his face so deep into this couch... who knows what Dabi /has done/ on this couch despite how clean it smells.

So Izuku turns over and pulls the fuzzy blanket over his head which smells absolutely divine. Like it was freshly washed, Izuku /needs/ to ask Dabi which detergent and softener he uses because Izuku has to start using it.

That thought startles Izuku because Dabi is literally the /last person/ you want any kind of advice from.

Izuku peels off the fluffy blanket, squints at the light that fills the room before he registers the coffee table inches away from his face.

"When did he get a coffee table?" Izuku mutters to himself, slowly sitting up so as to not make his hangover worse. Izuku blinks slowly at the mahogany coffee table. "Is Dabi growing up?"

Yes. It's a real question, /so real/ because Dabi has been living like he is /still/ in college for years and he has a job. He just /chooses/ to live this way, his coffee table for years was literally the box his 75 inch tv came in, 8 tall beer cans that he filled with dirt and hot glued together. He threw a picnic table cloth over it and literally said yep that's it.

Surprisingly, it was a sturdy table. Not a proper one but a sturdy one.

His rug isn't even a real rug. It's a trashy beach towel that had a GTA chick on it with huge tits. It's the same towel that Dabi used back in his dorm.

Izuku looks around and finds the decor of the apartment. Does not match Dabi's overall vibe. This apartment has too much practical furniture, like what happened to the grossly green stained bean bag chair? Or the really broken beach chair that somehow was surviving despite being on its literal last leg?

This isn't even that thrifted couch Dabi picked up off the side of the road.

"Is this even Dabi's apartment??" Izuku asks "Did I go home with someone?"

Izuku shakes his head which makes the dull throbbing in his head, a string throbbing. Noticing the glass of water and the two pills next to it, he takes them.

But no, Izuku didn't come with anyone. Izuku remembers walking up to Dabi's apartment building. There was no one at bars /worth/ flirting with. Except... What was his name? Kacchan?

Yeah. Kacchan was worth it. That guy was so hot Izuku doesn't know how a guy of that caliber was talking to him.

But Izuku thanks the gods he did because whoo boy. Granted Izuku /can't/ remember what the guy really looked like aside from his pretty ruby colored eyes and spikey hair or /what/ they talked about but trust him on this okay?

Kacchan was H A W T.

Izuku slowly rises from his spot on the couch, stretching. Grabbing his used glass to wash Izuku pads over to the kitchen. As he washes he looks around the kitchen noticing that Dabi's kitchen in fact /does not/ look like this. Izuku slowly sets the cup to dry, he slowly turns the water off and starts looking around the apartment.

He stumbles upon mail that says 'Katsuki Bakugo' apartment 6D. Which is funny because Dabi doesn't have a roommate AND he lives in apartment 6A.

So what's this mail doing- Izuku's eyes widened with pure panic.

"Oh my god" Izuku whispers in a panic "Oh my god. Im in the /wrong/ apartment" 

Suddenly Izuku can hear an alarm going off. He drops the mail on the counter top and stares at the closed bedroom door for a moment before he hears shuffling.

"Oh fuck oh fuck" Izuku mutters before running toward the front door.

He trips over his own shoes but does not fall, thankfully. He grabs them off the floor and snatches his jacket off the hook.

The bedroom door creaks open and he fumbles with the locks on the door. Currently in Izuku's mind he is in a horror movie and the killer is gonna get him.

The front door unlocks and Izuku zooms out so fast you would have thought he was flash. The door slams behind him and Izuku runs smack dab into Dabi who clearly was coming back from getting breakfast.

"Dude" Dabi says as he opens the door to his apartment "where the hell were you last night?"

Izuku squints and shoves his way into Dabi's apartment "Shut the door shut the door"

Dabi closes the door but stares at Izuku oddly "is this like? Your walk of shame? Who did you go home with? Why are your shoes off? You are so pale? Did you see a ghost?"

Izuki ignores all of Dabi's questions, none of them are important /at all/. "WHY DIDN'T YOU ANSWER YOUR BELL?"

Dabi laughs "sorry man! I fell asleep. I texted you this morning though... didn't you get it?"

"No! My phone is dead and I slept in a stranger's house!" Izuku tugs at his hair "Oh my god i slept in a stranger's house"

Dabi snorts "So you /did/ go home with someone"

"No!" Izuku cries "I have no idea? I can't remember? But I just know. I woke up in the apartment across the hall and i was just there wandering around wondering when the hell did /you/ grow up?"

Izuku takes in Dabi's apartment and for once in his life he is so happy to the classic frat boy way Dabi lives his life.

"I feel like i should be offended" Dabi says, placing his bags on the counter with a small smile "So you didn't sleep with whoever lives across the hall?"

"Nope. Woke up on their very nice couch" Izuku says "There was water and pills set out for- Oh my god! I took pills from a stranger??? I don't know what they were???? Oh my god"

Izuku looks at Dabi horrified. "I'm gonna die???"

Dabi rounds the counter and walks Izuku to his living and sits him down.

"You need to breathe" Dabi says "You aren't going to die. Chances are they let you up and you crashed on their couch okay? We can ask"

Izuku looks at Dabi like he has grown a second head. "WE CAN'T DO THAT??? THAT'S SO EMBARRASSING??? I THOUGHT I WAS IN YOUR APARTMENT? Who knows what I did? What i said"

"My neighbor across the hall does.... we just have to ask???"

"NO!"

Dabi laughs hard "why are you so embarrassed??"

Izuku doesn't know why. He just feels like whatever he did super drunk is mortifying and he would rather not know. See because drunk Izuku and sober Izuku are /two/ different people.

He wants /nothing/ to do with drunk Izuku.

- - - - -

Katsuki tiredly exited his bedroom just as his apartment door slammed. He blinks because in his tired hazed mind he doesn't recall why that would happen.

In his tired haze mind there was an intruder.

So suddenly awake he runs toward the front of his apartment, tripping on a blanket that was haphazardly tossed and he falls with embarrassingly loud thud.

Then it clicks, the cute drunk fucker from last night just dipped.

Who the fuck just leaves like that??

Okay. Granted he probably woke up super disoriented and confused but Katsuki woulda explained what happened.

Maybe even ask for his number and maybe a date.

Katsuki gets off the floor and heads to the door and swings it open. The hallway is empty, he guesses it is nothing to be so hung up about.

Except he is. Shouldn't be because Deku is a /stranger/.

- - - - -

Sometimes you pass people by in life and for the oddest reason they /stick with you/. You think about them at random moments, you wonder how they are doing, what they are doing.

But Izuku did not pass Kacchan by. He slept on his couch, washed a dish in the house, snooped through his mail and he /can't/ remember what he looked like aside from his hair and eyes.

It's been two weeks since the incident that has been dubbed the "sleep and run" and for some reason Izuku /can't/ let it go.

He is bar hopping again with his friends, with the same assignment as last time- Dabi's after. Dabi promises he'll be awake, that the mishap from last won't happen again.

Is it wrong? Izuku secretly hopes that it does?

He groans after throwing back a shot. He lays his head on his hands watching as his friends have an animated conversation. About what? He has no idea, Izuku has one too many drinks and his mind is completely on Kacchan.

"Izuku are you okay?" Ochako questions tapping her friend

"He was soooooo hot chako" is izuku's reply

Making her snort into her drink. She is fully aware of what had happened, she doesn't understand why Izuku just didn't talk to the guy after the fact but knowing Izuku he was probably freaking out.

"I j-just wanna talk to him again" Izuku's words are becoming slurred and Ochako decides it's high time to cut Izuku off.

"So talk to him again. He lives across from Dabi right? Just talk to him tomorrow" she says

It's a great idea. A Fantastic idea even. Just not the tomorrow part.

At least not to a drunk Izuku.

So when the night is over and Izuku stands outside of Dabi's apartment staring at the intercom like it insulted his mother. He can't remember Kacchan's apartment but he remembers the number 6 because you know Dabi lives on six and they are neighbors.

So izuku begins pressing buttons and stringing together jumbled words that make the question

"Hi- *hiccup* D-did you let a drunk green haired guy sleep on your couch?"

"No! What the fuck? Dont you see the time?!"

Then the next one someone picked up there was a crying baby in the background and loud "Fuck you" to Izuku's question.

"H-*hiccup* Hey! Did you let *hiccup* a drunk green haired man sleep on your couch?"

"Izuku? Are you pressing random buttons??" - its Dabi he actually kept his promise of staying awake.

Izuku squints "sorry wrong number"

"Wait-"

But Izuku already pressed the button to cancel the intercom connection.

He presses another button and rings for a while before it picks up.

"Who is it??"

"H-hey! Did you let a drunk *hiccup* green haired man sleep on your couch?"

"Deku?"

"Who is Deku? You sound really familiar, have we spoken before?"

There is an audible snort "I'll buzz you in"

"No, that's okay! Im looking for someone"

Another snort "I know. Come on."

Then the buzz of the door being open brings Izuku lots of joy.

"YOU ARE A SAINT!"

It's an odd sensation of deja vu and Izuku at this moment in time can't think of why.

- - - - -

Katsuki chuckles to himself and heads to open his door. He kind of had been hoping to either run into his neighbor to ask about his friend or the drunk idiot would show up again.

Katsuki couldn't stop thinking about him. Something about knocking on his neighbor's door felt funny. So he just never did.

When he opens the door, he finds his neighbor outside of it.

"Hey man" He says cooly "Im Dabi. I live just across the hall" he point behind him "My idiot friend Izuku... he um-"

"Katsuki. He crashed on my couch two weeks ago" Katsuki says

"So you know him! Cool!" Dabi says "Listen he-"

"Was ringing doorbells looking for me"

Dabi snorts and nods.

"Yeah i buzzed him" Katsuki shoves his hands into his sweats "You gonna take him? Or is it cool that he crashes here again?"

Dabi looks taken aback for a moment before he smiles big and wide. "Nah man. He is /all/ yours"

"Cool."

Dabi gives Katsuki a salute and disappears back into his apartment. Just as Katsuki can hear Izuku's drunk ass coming up the stairs singing.

"Kill a man. Take his shoes. Kill a man. Take his shoes. Kill a man, take his shoes so I can be more comfortable" Izuku reaches the top steps and grins to himself.

Katsuki finds it cute and endearing.

"Kill a ma- Kacchan!" Izuku shouts with a large smile that twist Katsuki's insides in ways he doesn't know how to compute.

"Deku." Katsuki says with his own smile

"Who is Deku? Im Iz-u-ku" He replies standing before Katsuki still smiling.

"Tch" Katsuki rolls his eyes "Whatever. Get inside dork"

"Okay!"

Dabi watched from his peephole as the pair went inside. He shakes his head with a laugh and hopes Izuku does not freak out like he did last time.

- - - - -

"The rest is history" Dabi says as he smirks into the microphone. He turns to the newly weds, holding up his champagne glass.

"So while yes we should toast to the happy couple" Dabi says "Let's toast to me too. For falling asleep and not answering my door because if not for that. They wouldn't have met"

Izuku laughs and rolls his eyes while Katsuki scoffs with his lips curving up.

"To the couple!" Dabi says into the mic before bringing glass to his lips.

Everyone around, including Katsuki and Izuku shouts "To Dabi!"

The Venue is filled with laughter and music now that all the speeches are done. Izuku leans his head on his husband's shoulder with a smile.

If you would have told Izuku that he would one day get really wasted, ring the wrong bell and sleep on a stranger's couch who he would later come to date and marry?

He'd probably laugh in your face. Because Izuku just didn't get wasted like that.

But he did and /all that/ happened.

Now he is married to the stranger who let him in and let him sleep on his really nice couch.

Izuku couldn't be happier. Both of them couldn't be happier.

The End 

[takeomisbitch]

SMUT ASK 😈Can you do Dabi asking prompt 17 to a rlly shy fem reader?

Blushing Girl

The first one literally kicking my feet while thinking of this 🤭 warning this is my second time writing smut sorry if it is bad 🥲

A little OOC!Dabi x shy! femreader (she/her pronouns obviously) established relationship (Idk how to right a one night stand 👩🏽‍🦯) enjoy lovely’s

Prompt 17 “Are you blushing”

Summary: After a long day at work you just wanna go home, eat, and cuddle up with your bf but it seems like he has other plans.

Warnings:NSFW words used ‘babe, sweetheart, baby, darling, good girl, use of the word fuck’ praise kink(our reader needs to be praised), thigh riding, the ‘L’ word

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5:00 on the dot you are starting to pack up your things to go home and finally relax after working a 9 to 5 shift at ‘Endeavor's Hero Agency’. ‘Should I pick up dinner for me and Dabi or cook’ you think as you pick up your phone to call him. After the second ring, he answers “Sup babe ya need something” you hear a deep raspy voice that belongs to no one other than your bf Dabi. God his voice alone made you flustered. “Ya still there, babe?” “Umm oh yea, I wanted to know if you want me to pick something up for dinner or you want me to cook.” You finally get out of your mouth after stumbling over a few words “why don't you bring home some pizza so you could relax once you get home. Uh, how does that sound?” as he finishes his sentence you could hear the smirk over the phone. “Yea that sounds fine to me I’ll be home soon. Love you.” “Love ya too darling”

After a long 30 minutes, you're finally home “I'm home” you call out waiting for your man to respond. “I'm in the living room baby.” You take off your shoes and hang up your keys on the rack. Walking into the living room with the box of pizza you see Dabi laid back on the couch with the tv remote in his hand. “How was work sweetheart,” he asks so innocently while grabbing the box and pressing a kiss on your cheek. Fighting back your blush you answer with ‘ok, nothing big happened today.’ You go up to your shared room to get out of your work clothes. Walking back to the living room in Dabi’s shirt, shorts and thigh highs. “Don’t ya look pretty in my shirt” Dabi just had to say when you walk into the living room, mumbling a thank you and sitting down next to him so you can finally eat.

Around 20 minutes later you find yourself leaning on Dabi’s chest watching God knows what cause you're too distracted by Dabi’s hand running up your thigh. ‘Calm down Y/n, he is your bf of 2 years you shouldn't be so flustered’ you keep repeating that sentence in your head blushing like a maniac. “Are you blushing” you hear Dabi’s teasing voice call out, looking up you come to face to face with him bright red cheeks across [your skin tone] “I- No I’m not?” you question then say rather in a panic. “You are. Don’t ‘cha look cute,” as Dabi is saying this he is sitting up and putting you on his lap. “Say why don’t he have some fun” he whispers into your ear with his low raspy voice that just makes you blush even more if that is even possible. Dabi starts to caress your thigh once more but stops when he reached for your shorts. “Why don't we take these off, huh” as he is pulling down your shorts you really wished you put on some panties blushing at the thought of being pantyless. “Oh, no panties I see. What a naughty girl, you planned this, didn't you?” he teases grabbing your hips to make you move back and forth on his thigh “I didn't plan it I promise I just...I.. I don't know” slapping your hands over your face to hide your face. “Aw, don't cover your face from me I wanna see that pretty face of yours when you finish on my thigh.”

Moving your hips back and forth Dabi feels your wetness drip through his pants. He starts to speed up your paste by gripping your hips. Dabi moves his hand to toy with your hardened clit, whimpering at his touch you cover your mouth to hide any noise from coming out. “Don't get shy on me now I wanna hear too” bring his hand up to your face to remove your hand. You let out a broken moan as you move a bit faster and harder. “G-god Dabi it f-f-feels so good,” you say dropping your head onto his shoulder. “You're doing so good for me darling,” rocking on his thigh you feel your high approaching. “O-oh god Dabi I'm gonna come.” moaning into his ears you bite down on his shoulder. “Come, sweetheart be a good girl, and come on my thigh.” Not long after Dabi's encouraging words you come undone on his thigh, shaking and whimpering at the sensitivity you lift your head to look Dabi in the eyes. “You did so well for me baby, I knew you could do it,” he says rubbing your sides. He leans in for a kiss grabbing your cheek to pull you in, the kiss was slow and passionate. Pulling back your eyes slowly open, your face quickly heating up, “oh are you still blushing” slamming your head into his chest groaning at his teasing. “Mmmm wanna return a favor baby”

©Bella2022

[tonberry-yoda]

Cold Hearted Murderer - Hawks (Keigo Takami)

Pairing - Hawks (Keigo Takami) x f!reader

Warnings - MAJOR SPOILERS, blood, death, angst

Word Count - 591

Notes - i cant stand hawks, but he is pretty, so i had to write a fic in spite of that. and dont worry folks, i am planning on opening my inbox soon, i have two more requests and then we'll be ready to go!

have a great day/night and don't forget to stay hydrated!!! <3333

She froze. Her heart was pounding out of her chest. She felt like she was going to puke. There was blood… everywhere. All over the floor. All over the wall. All over… him.

She watched it happen. She told him it was a bad idea. She didn't think he would actually do it. She thought he would only do it if he had become an actual threat. But he didn't do anything. Jin Bubaigawara didn't do anything. Nothing. He didn't hurt anyone. He didn't kill anyone. God, he didn't even threaten anyone. But he did it anyway.

Hawks killed Twice.

And she was there to see the whole thing.

It felt like the world was going in slow motion. She just watched the number two hero kill someone. With his own quirk.

She couldn't even react when Dabi appeared and burned Hawks’ wings off. She was still frozen. She didn't even notice the burns she got. A hero ended up getting her to safety, but it felt like nothing was going to pull her out of her shock.

“Hey,” somehow, she was pulled out of her own mind, feeling a hand on her shoulder. “You okay?” She turned to see who it was and felt that awful feeling coming back.

Hawks was in front of her and he was… smiling. Who the hell did he think he was? It didn't even look like he felt bad. He was in pretty bad condition too. He was wrapped up and asked Tokoyami, his sidekick, to walk him over to her.

“You should lay down. You need rest.” Her voice was shaky. She was surprised she could even talk. “Thanks for your concern,” Hawks sat next to her on the edge of the open ambulance. “But I'll be fine. They’ll grow back. Hurts like hell though.” “Can you really blame Dabi though?” She slammed her hand to her mouth. She did not mean to say that out loud.

“Huh? What do you mean?” Hawks tilted his head and she could see a mix of his own blood and… Jin’s. “You killed his friend. I would be pretty pissed if the same thing happened to me.” “Well yeah, but Twice was a vi-” “No he wasn't.” Her tone became rough. She wasn't scared anymore. She was pissed now.

“You need to calm down, it's not that ba-” “Keigo, you can't kill people.” “But we can't leave villains alive! Jail doesn't do shit! They’ll just break out and-” “Name one evil thing Twice did.” “Wh-What?” “Go ahead. I want to hear it.”

She looked into his eyes. He was a cold hearted murderer. Even if he was doing it for a “good cause”, it still made her skin crawl.

“He was part of the league.” “So?” Hawks swallowed, looking down at his hands. “Look, I'm sorry, okay?” “I don't know why you’re apologizing to me.” “Because you're my girlfriend and I shouldn't have done that while you were right there.” “You shouldn't have done that at all. Hero or not. And to be honest, I don't know if I want to be your girlfriend anymore.”

The two of them sat in silence for a while. Hawks twiddled his fingers and her hands were shaking on her thighs. “I love you.” She turned to Hawks, who was almost in tears. She turned away from him, humming in response and looking at the sky. “Keigo. I'm going to go help some others out. We’ll talk about it later.” “Okay.” She got up and walked away, not looking back.

[dabisdelishuscuhhm]

♡♥︎Dabi x black! fem! reader pt 2♥︎♡

Warnings: masturbation (fem and male), toys, dabi still has a pp piercing , girl parts, boy parts, degradation, cum play, butt stuff

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The smell of axe body spray, cigarette ash and cheap liquor wafted into your nose as you rolled your eyes to the back of your head, letting the scent stain onto your memory. You sat there laying your head against the headboard of Dabi's bed. Two of your fingers played with your puffy clit, slick with your fluids.You were wearing nothing but his dirty black T-shirt, your clothes scattered against his already messy bedroom floor. Your toes curled at your own pleasure as moans spill out of your parted lips.

Finally.

Finally, you are alone in the abandoned building the league of villains call a headquarters. They went along doing villain business that doesn't concern you apparently. You took that as an opportunity to finally get yourself off. This is the closest thing to privacy you have had in a long time and you won't let that opportunity slip by. Dabi's indirect teasing is getting to your head and you can't take it anymore.

You bit your lip and whined, your fingers aren't filling you up like you want to be. You know Dabi can do that for you. He would stretch you out just perfectly. You know that and, God, you want it so bad. You plunge your fingers into your pussy desperately, making sloppy noises fill the room as his name leaves your mouth in soft moans. You secretly hoped that he forgot something and came back to find you in his bed, legs spread and cunt ready for him to destroy.

Maybe he'll punish you.

Maybe he'll tell you how much of a dirty slut you are and fuck you until you can't speak. Use you like his pretty little fleshlight. His doll.

"I knew you were a pervert, but gah damn, " Dabi snickered, his voice dark and smooth.

He leaned against the doorframe, staring at your exposed lower half. His signature smirk planted on his face as he walks closer to your frame.

"Look how wet your pretty pussy is, doll~. Is all that for me?"

You didn't respond. Instead, you kept your fingers at your clit and turned your head away, your sopping hole is squeezing around nothing.

"You're such a dirty slut y/n, you didn't even stop when I caught you," he remarked, " you want me to fuck you so much, don't you? Huh?"

You didn't respond again. The utter embarrassment of this entire situation grabbing your throat and forcing your mouth shut. You couldn't speak.

He walked closer to you and put his callused hand to your chin and turned your face toward his. His icy blue eyes locked with your dark brown ones and he spoke again.

"I'm talking to you, doll, " he lead the words to slither into your hears, " are you gonna be a good girl for me and respond. ..Or, do you need me to train to be a good girl?"

You shudder in response and a shakey breath escaped your lips. You hesitantly tried to force a sentence out.

"What are you d-doing here I-i th-thought-"

You were cut off by a soft chuckle from the burnt man in front of you.

"We kidnapped you Y/n. Did you really think that Crusty would leave you here alone?" he chuckled, his teeth slightly showing through his close-lipped smile. "The real question is, what are you doing here?"

All you could do was sigh in response, knowing that any excuse you could come up with would fail. You bit your lip in anticipation, waiting for his reaction. You try to look away from him again, closing your eyes, but his grip on your chin grew stronger. He trailed his thumb to your bottom lip and forced it into your mouth.

"Look at me when I'm speaking to you doll, " he commanded as he forced your face towards his, swirling the pad of his thumb on your tongue.

"Answer my question. "

dabi's voice was low and dark. He was dead serious.

You could only whimper in response and clench around nothing, your fingers still rubbing at your clit desperately.

"Use your words doll~" he teased, the honey in his voice dripping into your ears. He let's his eyes ghost over your body another time and he couldn't help but snicker.

"You really are just a horny little slut aren't you, doll? "

You respond with a moan against his finger, swirling your tongue and sucking on it. You grab his other hand and dragged it to your cunt. Caught of guard, he loosens the tight grip he had on your face and you speak, a new found confidence took control of your body.

"Am I your slut though?," you asked in a low whisper, "will you fuck me like the dirty whore I am, Dabi~, please? "

He ran his finger over your dripping hole and dipped it in before bringing his finger back up to your clit. Your breath hitched and you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding in.

"Well... Since you asked nicely... "

Dabi pushes two of his long slender fingers into your dripping cunt. The new sensation coaxing moans to slip out of your parted lips. His fingers are stretching you out so perfectly. You couldn't help it. He curled his fingers ever so slightly, making sure he touched that soft patch of flesh that makes your toes curl and your back arch. Your juices are dripping from your pussy down your asshole and onto his sheets and he grinned at the sight.

He loves seeing you like this.

He's been waiting so long to see you like this.

Stroking his throbbing cock with the dirty panties he found at your ex-apartment. Letting the soft laced fabric tangle around his balls, the black cloth digging into the soft flesh. He has another of your dirty undergarments at his nose. The scent makes his eyes roll to the back of his skull. Dabi would think of you wearing those clothes. You doing it just for him. Something about you, it intoxicates him. He needed more. More than just his imagination. Now that he has it he's going to have fun with his new toy.

"Your pretty little hole is winking at me, " he smirks, "do you want some attention too?~" he teases.

Dabi takes his other hand rubs one of his fingers against your clit before bringing it to your asshole. Your slimy juices lubing his middle finger as he slowly pushes it into your tight hole. You bit your lip at the new stretch, widening your eyes and bringing your gaze to him as he finger fucks both of your holes.

"You're so tight, babe, " he smirks, thinking about what he's going to do next, " I guess I'll have to stretch you out huh? "

Dabi takes all his fingers out of you, brings it to his nose and takes a wiff.

"Fuck yeah, " he groans as he let's out his deep breath.

"Ew, you a nasty mother fucka," you chuckle, aknowledging he has some sort of weird fetish, "I like your style though. "

Dabi licks his slick glistened fingers as he walks to his closet and chuckles.

"I should tell you the same thing. "

He pulls out a box and dumps the contents onto the bed. You sit up to look them and the five stages of grief hits you at once. You recognize every single thing that fell. Your sex toys scattered onto the bed. Some of them turned on and vibrated, spun and jerked at the pressure of falling down. Dabi saw the absolute horror on your face then burst into laughter.

"Where did y-you get th-these, " you brought a shakey hand to your mouth.

"Where- do- you- think-" he spoke between giggles.

"DON'T LAUGH AT ME-" you screamed, your hands covered your face in a desperate attempt to hide your embarrassment.

Your response only made Dabi laugh harder. Your fingers part over your eyes. The only reason was to glance at his form. Hunched over, a goofy smile planted on his face and tears trickling from the corners of his eyes. You'd never fathom yourself ever thinking that burnt ass sadistic chicken nugget as cute. Not in a million years, but right now? Right now you feel different.

Your eyes stroll away from his figure, moving to the spot on the bed where your toys layed. You thought you recognized everything on the bed, but after more examination you realized that there was a little more than just your toys in the box. You spot a black fabric, the design on the lace adorning it looking familiar. Curiosity got the best of you and you brought your hand to the cloth and grabbed it. It was...wet?

You finally realize what the fabric was, the bottoms of your lingerie. One you remember leaving in your laundry basket, the day they took you, promising yourself that you would do your laundry when you got back home. You realized what made it wet. He soaked it.

"What the fuck?"you whispered to yourself.

Dabi's laughter slowly stopped and he brought his gaze to you. His eyes pierced into yours and the goofy smile on his face was no more.

"Be a good girl and put that on for me, hm?" he hummed as he leaned forward.

Dabi's hands snaked to your thighs. His fingers lightly dug into your brown skin as they trailed their way to the hem of his shirt you have draped over your body. It was hiding something he wants to see so much, to touch. He wants that shirt off you. He wants- needs your body. Just the thought of you infront of him wearing nothing but cum soaked lingerie, ones that he soiled, it makes him go feral. He wants to stretch you out and watch you shake in pleasure. Listen to you beg for more. Dabi is absolutely infatuated with you.

He pulled the oversized shirt over your head and let his eyes wonder over your exposed upper half biting his bottom lip. His azure eyes went to your lips then to your eyes and back to your lips. You could see the absolute lust in his eyes. The way he looked at you, you could tell he wanted you for a long time.

He leaned forward, and you closed your eyes awaiting a kiss, but made his way to your neck. His breath brushed your ear. You could feel his body heat. He was so close yet your skin didn't touch. His lips finally caressed the beginning of your jawline, peppering kisses along it until he found your neck. He licked your neck and leaned in further before sucking on the soft skin.

His touch is so intoxicating. His breath touching your skin. The contrast between his lips made it more pleasurable. His top lip is soft and smooth, a complete opposite of his bottom lip. The dark purple skin was rough and sharp against yours. He drags his lips to another spot on your flesh and continues to suck on it and your head falls back. A soft moan left your lips as he ghosted his fingers up your torso. He stops at your breast, his hands kneading at the soft skin.

Dabi loves having you in his hands. Being so close to you that he can hear your quickened heartbeat. Tasting your skin and hearing your sweet moans. He loves every second of it.

His lips leave your collarbone and drag themselves to your ears.

"Put it on, love~" he whispered.

The heat in his breath caressing your skin is addicting. You watched as Dabi's eyes move to your chest and admired his new work of art on your body. His masterpiece.

You got up and put it on, his own liquids mixing with yours. He looked up at you and the corners of his lips pulled into a grin.

"Such a good girl~", he smiles as he trailed his eyes along your body.

"Are you happy now?" you sigh, looking away from him.

Dabi stretches his arms out and pulls you onto his lap, his eyes still glued to your body.

"Yes doll," he replied as he ghosted his fingers up your thighs.

Dabi's fingers strode to your inner thigh, making small circles as they slowly make a path to your cunt. His fingers stop right next to your princess parts, smearing the liquid that dripped out.

"You're a very good girl, doll,"he whispered into your ear.

His lips brushed against your ear, his hot breath stinging the already heated skin-God, you love the fact that he can't see you blush. Dabi's fingers crept their way between your legs, rubbing on your clothed slit. You bit your lip holding in a moan, stifling it under your quickened breath. He didn't have to know you liked it. He would probably tease you about it. You don't need any more of his teasing.

"What do I get for being a good girl, Daddy?~"you ask, the words flowing smoothly from your lips.

Your head moves up to look at him. His head is between your neck and shoulder, planting kisses and nibbles onto your collarbone. Dabi's icey azure eyes move towards yours. Lust clouded both your eyes and you could only get lost in his. He let out a low growl that made more wetness drip out of you.

"I don't know, Doll～♡," he smirked," you going into my room, wearing my clothes and touching yourself all without permission seems like something a bad girl would do. Bad girls don't get rewards. Bad girls get punished."

You gave him a pout in response, your somewhat happy expression fell.

"Don't they, Doll?~"he smiled.

"Are you going t-to punish me daddy?"you asked, you pout again.

"Maybe~"

Dabi pushed the soaked panties to the side, dipping two of his fingers into your heat. You bit your lip again trying your best to hide your moaning. His eyes were still on your face you could feel them burning holes through your skin. You couldn't bare to look him in the eye. You rested your back against his muscular chest, your eyes focused on anything but Dabi and it was getting to him.

Dabi's fingers left your dripping hole went to your lips. He forced his wet fingers into your mouth, making you taste your own sweetness. He forced your gaze to his with a flick of his wrist.

"Look at me when I'm speaking to you,doll, "he commanded, annoyance clear in his tone,"you're going to have to change that habit of yours. Huh, slut?"

A whimper rippled through your throat. Your eyes darted over Dabi's scarred face, desperate not to make eye contact.

"Words, doll."

"Y-yes Sir," you finally responded and let out a breath you didn't know you were holding in.

Your pussy was throbbing. You needed to be touched. His teasing is too much. You want to touch yourself again but, thinking about it now, that might not be a great idea but you have another one.

You let out a whine and started to grind into Dabi's lap. You force your eyes to meet his and let your pure lust and desperation roll off your tongue in a moan before speaking again.

"P-please Da-addy, t-touch me."

It didn't come out how you wanted. You stuttered a little too much. You had a bit of a stuttering problem. Usually people don't notice but when they do it makes you feel a little bad inside. Maybe you were overthinking a bit but it still got to you.

You frowned a bit and glanced away but going back to his eyes right after, remembering what happened a few moments ago.

Dabi gave you a soft smile before going back to your neck and kissed it a little sloppily before dragging his lips behind your ear,"it's okay, doll."

His voice made tingles run down your spine and the spot where his lips rested felt like it was on fire.

"It's kinda cute actually,"he stated matter-of-factly, his lips never leaving your skin. "You're trying your best to be a good girl for me, huh, doll~? You're a pretty little slut but that won't stop you from getting punished. "

The tiniest moan dropped out of your parted lips as you continued to grind into Dabi's lap. He groaned and jerked his hip, compromising your balance a little before speaking again.

"Oh god, if you keep on doing that I'm gonna cum,"he groaned, "don't pretend like you don't know what you're doing. Rubbing yourself into me, soaking my pants with your wet little pussy. Get on your fucking knees slut."

"Fuck," you whispered in a shaky breath,"yes, S-Sir."

You crawl onto the floor, making sure your princess parts was on full display before turning around, sitting on your ankles. Your eyes met his again, trying your best to be obedient. All your teasing wasn't perposeful. Dabi's lips pulled into a lazy smile as he unzipped his dark ripped jeans, letting it fall to his ankles. Your eyes fell onto the bulge in his boxers and you scoot yourself closer to him, getting in between his legs.

Something in you told you should ask and sure enough your intuition was right. You looked up into his cerulean eyes and spoke.

"May I, Daddy?~" your voice barely above a whisper as you run your fingers up his thigh, your eyes moving between his bulge and his eyes.

He chuckles before kicking his jeans off.

"You're trying so hard to be a good girl. Maybe I won't punish you too hard," he smiles before getting up and turning to the pile of toys.

His hands swim through the sea of toys, stopping at a soft fluffy tail. Is eyebrows furrowed and embarrassment sunk into you again. His fingers move down the long brown tail with speckles of white and stop at the base and his lips curl into a smile letting a small chuckle.

He whispered to himself,"it's a butt plug?" followed by a breathy, "ha".

Dabi looks at you and he speaks again, ignoring the fact that your eyes were focused on anything but him.

"Why do you even have all this stuff?"

" I-... Uhm soo," you smile awkwardly, your hand went behind your head flipping your hair.

Your fingers played with a short loose curl in the back of your head. I really need to do my hair huh? You thought, but then you realized nobody else here fucking cares. Dabi sure doesn't. You could see the pure lust in his eyes everytime he looks at you. He would probably think you're sexy in rags. You smile for a split second realizing you have someone as fine as fucking Dabi wrapped around your finger.

"Hhhm? Y/n? Nobody is that horny enough to have this much toys, " he chuckled, pulling you out of your thoughts.

"I was kinda a cam girl to help me pay-y for college, " you smiled awkwardly again," the toy you have has matching ears and a collar, actually, my viewers really liked cat girls..."

" So you are just a little slut huh, " Dabi smirked.

" Maybe, but you're a slut too, don't fucking deny it," you smile.

" Yeah, well this slut is the one in charge," Dabi said as he swung the fluffy tail around, making his way to you.

Dabi grabbed a bottle of lube that was conveniently on his nightstand. Then he told you to bend over and you did, obediently, using the bed as your support. You heard Dabi's voice speak lowly to himself barely below a whisper. An airy, "fuck", left his perfect lips.

"You're so fucking wet," he spoke airily, "you like being humiliated don't you, whore?"

His digits gently caress your pussy, playing with your dripping arousal, before stopping at your puckered hole.

You groaned and dropped your head onto the bed.

"Stop teasing me and peg me already, fuck," you groaned before raising your head and turning to meet his eyes.

"Someone's needy huh," he taunted, " maybe if you beg me like a good little whore, then I'll fuck you like you want me to," he said as he continued to lazily finger you.

You moaned and buried yourself into the bed sheets again. "Nigga you is not serious right now," you thought as you let out a soft sigh.

"Beg for me princess," he spoke.

Dabi's words were laced with pure liquor, his elocution leaving you drunk.

"Oh fuck you", you hate the way his voice makes everything sound so perfect.

"Please~ Dabi~, Daddy~,Master~," you pleaded," whatever the fuck you want me to call you. Please, fuck me. I want you so much. I'm fucking bent over on my knees for you. What more do you want? I'll do whatever you fucking want."

He slowly pushed the plug into your asshole before caressing your ears with his honey filled voice again.

"Meow for me kitty."

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[autumn-foxfire]

I am still stewing in my Touya feelings. It was such a mistake to re-read this, literally no wonder I tried to reject Dabi so hard as a character at first. This is agony. And unfortunately the best use of a villain I've read, especially with a flame ability. Hori seriously did his research into this. BEING BORN WITH EVERYTHING, he could've had *everything* but he also had those cracks…so much it could mean to me do not start- the expressions on his face are ruining me, he's so surprised to hear his voice, hoo boy I could really turn that into a projected headcanon, the trauma of not recognizing yourself, the fact that when removed from a toxic environment he's capable of being such a nice kid and so surprised by the world *screams* the self-awareness to be pained and hateful but still think "okay, maybe that wasn't the nicest thing to say, I should probably apologize" did. Did your parents ever apologize to you. No, but you'd have conflicted feelings over wanting it or being able to stand hearing it too, won't you?

Hoping for something that just couldn't be there, but still just really wanting to see some kind of change, the realization that he never mattered as much as he hoped because his family moved on, accepting him as a tragedy of the past when he was so much more, but nobody could see him so he fights to be seen now. The endless feeling of your heart pounding away, being so desperate not to die at first because it was horrible on so many levels for a kid so young who didn't get to live, who had so much to do and say and prove to his dad because dying with all that inside was unbearable, not having really existed was unbearable, being known as nothing but the one who had potential but just couldn't match it and others' ideas of you was…stop speaking all my nightmares-!!! the way he uses *that thing* to refer to Endeavor now because the term "dad" disgusts him, he can only use it mockingly if he ever were to, the mindset of "if I have to die for certain, then you're coming with me" because it's unbearable to suffer and become forgotten, to end everything that was you and have the one who did it to you, who never got to really know you still walk free towards a redeemed and better life "he can feel proud of?" As if Touya was just a blight on his life and he's overcome that and is doing better now and all his friends are saying, "good job."

Yeah, I can see why he's so angry. It may not be healthy, but I literally cannot expect otherwise or blame him for feeling that way. He's really like the manifestation of all my darker thoughts, I have so many feelings for this kid. I need to stop wrestling with his character trying to find ways to make him a simple villain without a heart that I can clown on because that isn't really true and it was peaceful when I could believe it, but now that I can't, fighting him is causing me more conflict than just accepting that he's me. It's so annoying, and this is all without touching his love of stars, the night, witty words and snark, poetically heavy speech, hanging by the water, tappy feet behavior, hating fish. Rei may not be my mom to the same extreme, but I can really run with what we're given and it's certainly not helping. Being the oldest…being told the importance of being the first-born, but then…the loss of your old self, who you could've been health-wise and physically…good grief, Hori are you stalking me, no? Too many of us with the same backstory, huh.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Because your asks are very long I've decided to break them up into three parts, I hope this okay with you, nonnie. I am so sorry it took me this long to get to your asks.

When I say Dabi doesn't care about the LOVs, everything you just described about his raw emotions are why I think that is.

Dabi is focused on himself because he's trying to avenge the boy he used to be, he never got to live the life he was promised by his father, he sat by and watched someone else get that life instead (deep down he knows what Shouto is undergoing is abuse and he knows that he should care however all he can see is how his life was taken from him in so many ways that he's blinding himself to his brother's hurt and only seeing his own).

Dabi is an easy villain to project upon because he's the product of parents who have failed him, of our darkest thoughts brought to life, he's selfish and cruel because he's so human and he's hurting and he needs everyone who knew him to hurt too. His father, his family, his brother, everyone needs to see the life that was lost the day Touya burned on that peak. We all at one point want to lash out like that, to hurt everyone the way we've been hurt.

It's not cathartic though and we're shown that through Dabi, he's just burning and burning and nothing is helping fill that hole in his heart. It's a terrifying cycle and one that's hard to break.

[acethegremlin]

~I let out a startled yelp before squirming against his knee and wiggling my wrists against the binds~

S-s’not gonna work~ p-pretty little Echo~

~but Dabi laughs because he can hear it in my voice. The wobble and the breathy little squeak that slips out~

Huh~ usually she’s good after the first smack~ I guess she’s really tryin to see what you can do~

-He smirked slightly, looking at Dabi before keeping the jacket tied snuggly around your wrists and arms-

And this one can't do shit unless I untie her. I've got all the time I need to simply go back and talk with you, Dabi, or play with my shortcake if I want to. This girlie can wait all the time it needs until she begs for it.

-He hums lowly, leaning back against one arm as he looks up and down your body slowly-