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His wings are so much bigger and more majestic in the mangas than in the anime. Also I feel like they're much more anatomically correct and detailed.
WARNING!
This fic is not suitable for minors. It contains sexual relationships, accidental pregnancy, substance abuse, withdrawal, and addiction. This is a sequel fic.
Chapter 4
No one is immune to propaganda
The summer sun blazes through the window of your room. You roll over and turn the aircon on. July is approaching quickly, and time feels like it’s been flying by. Your doctor's appointment went well, and he put you on a whole vitamin regimen to help with the baby’s development. You still face bouts of morning sickness, but it’s less severe than before—probably since you’re no longer going through withdrawal from your medication.
All in all, your body is healing, and the baby is growing more and more each day. Your headaches have gone away as well.
You get out of bed to use the bathroom and shower. As you stare at your naked body, you notice how your stomach has grown ever so slightly. It’s uncomfortable to see, but thankfully you can still hide your stomach with your clothes. If anyone asks, you can just chalk it up to gaining weight from being sober for the first time in over a year.
Toshinori bought a plot of land and hired a company to begin building a new house. The location is closer to your work, and there’s a good school nearby. It’s the kind of thing new parents dream of. It feels surreal. It should be your dream too, but it's all moving so quickly it doesn't even feel real.
After your shower, you scroll on your phone. You’ve spent so long avoiding the news, but curiosity finally gets the best of you.
“Asuka: Friend or Foe? A detailed look into the villain's history”
You translate the article into English to understand it better.
“Asuka from the League of Villains is a mystery that the world hopes to solve. A young woman born over 300 years ago traveled through time and space through a whirlpool personality incident. Adopted by the infamous villain, All for One, she takes on a new name and identity, but how involved is she with the villain? How did an innocent young woman turn into something so evil?
“Sources say she stole more than one-million-yen worth of items. Others claim that she was a key reference in multiple murders by the villain's ally, Dabi (also known as Todoroki Touya). She was an active member of the Paranormal Liberation Front for several months leading up to its disbandment and eventual arrest.”
You click out of the defamatory article. Well, that’s just an obscenely dramatic misrepresentation of everything.
The whirlpool personality incident must be a mistranslation of the Vortex Quirk Incident, and you wonder what it’s actually being referred to in your home country.
There’s a video some ways down about Tomura. You hesitate to click on it, but you decide to, against your better judgment.
“Who was Shigaraki Tomura?” the reporter asks a random person on the street.
“He was really terrifying. It’s good news that he was defeated,” one guy says. A bubble pops up next to him stating: office worker, 35.
The video cuts to two young women with the bubble stating: students, 21.
“Um, my friend got killed by that vicious murderer! Honestly, it’s the worst! And now my life is totally messed up,” one of them says.
The other chimes in, “Also my house was destroyed.”
The video cuts to an old woman. “I always wonder why they couldn’t have stopped him sooner.”
The video cuts again to another young man in his thirties. “Everyone thought that freak was just some punk at first. No one ever thought he’d actually be a threat—”
You click out of the video. Yeah, that’s enough of that nonsense. No wonder Toshinori and Detective Sato wanted me to stay away from the news—the news sucks balls.
A separate headline catches your attention: “Blood Banks Scramble to Secure New Supply”
Well, that’s interesting… You click on the article.
“Blood banks around the Tokyo Metropolitan area have faced a shocking loss of supply over the past few weeks. Detectives have been working on the case of the missing bags, but so far nothing has come up. Specialists are wondering if this is an inside job and if these hospitals can even be trusted.
“One woman states, ‘I’ve been donating blood every six months for three years. This is the first time this has happened. How am I supposed to keep donating when it keeps going missing?’
“Central Hospital has been the hardest hit, with several liters of blood from various donors lost. The city is in dire need of a blood supply as many people are recovering from the scourge of this archvillain.”
You muse to yourself, these translations are really bad. I should practice reading Japanese more…
There’s another headline that seems much less drastic that catches your attention: “Heteromorphs Rally to Ban Exotic Animal Cafes”
You click on the article and attempt to read it in Japanese.
“At Central Hospital during the largest villain attack in the country many heteromorphs together for better change rallied. Now they continue the [...] fight. Many heteromorphs together exotic animal cafe ban rally. The gathering for the ban called because [...] heteromorphic humans [...].
“‘We exotic are not!’ one protester said.”
Toshinori’s voice calling for you pulls your attention away from the phone. Quickly saving the article to read for later, you meet him in the living room where he’s sorting through the day’s mail.
“It’s from the immigration office.” He hands you an envelope with your name on it.
You peel it open, and a little plastic ID card falls out. You pick it up, staring at it.
“Yagi Asuka,” you read. “Oh my god it’s official.”
“It’s official,” he repeats in awe, as if he wasn’t pulling some strings behind the scenes to get the documents to pass anyway.
A surge of emotions overwhelms you. You should be excited—this marks a new beginning for you. This officially sheds you of your old villain name and legally grants you one that will surely help you with building your new life. This is the opportunity to give your unborn child the name that’s built off of a legacy—a very wealthy and notable one. You should be grateful to have this name.
Yet, it’s still the name of Tomura’s sworn enemy.
So easily, the guilt returns with its unyielding grip, twisting your stomach into knots.
“You don’t seem happy,” he notices.
“I feel weird.”
“I know it’s strange right now, but I’m sure the feeling will pass.”
I’m not so sure about that, you want to say as you hold the little ID in your hand. “Yeah, I’m sure it will.”
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some kind of au....
He says, while wearing a League of Legends shirt
These bitches fuckin gay to me
touya and shoto’s friends
human spinner doodles ( + shigaraki cuz they're besties)
We'll get through this!
Idk whether I’ve already stated this before but
Shigaraki wants you, entirely. He wants to know your dirtiest and deepest secrets and desires. He wants to know all of you even the things you’re insecure about and the things you’ll never show to anyone else but him. He wants to do the same but he’s worried that you’ll find him disgusting and fucked up because that’s what he is. He wants the moments like when you two are just tangled together in bed, covered in sweat and cum, scratches and bite marks, your face covered in tears and his still drooling a lil bit after some love making. He likes knowing that the two of you are connected to the fullest extent. Also there is no-the best way i can describe it- grace period in a relationship with him. You know where after awhile in a relationship, you finally feel comfortable and not embarrassed doing smth like tooting in front of your partner? Yeah his version is telling you the most fucked up things in his head after he fucks the living day out of you. Whether its about how he wanted to take you in the dirtiest and fucked ways imaginable, or how society needs to be destroyed and how those who disagree, regardless of sex, age, gender, quirk, will be destroyed too.
Yeah maybe it’s just his possessive nature but he truly wants all of you, every part of you should be his. He doesn’t ever wanna find out about any secrets you might’ve not told him. You shouldn’t have any secrets with him and he’ll try not to have any with you.
Unusual Asks
Spotify, SoundCloud, or Pandora?
is your room messy or clean?
what color are your eyes?
do you like your name? why?
what is your relationship status?
describe your personality in 3 words or less
what color hair do you have?
what kind of car do you drive? color?
where do you shop?
how would you describe your style?
favorite social media account
what size bed do you have?
any siblings?
if you can live anywhere in the world where would it be? why?
favorite snapchat filter?
favorite makeup brand(s)
how many times a week do you shower?
favorite tv show?
shoe size?
how tall are you?
sandals or sneakers?
do you go to the gym?
describe your dream date
how much money do you have in your wallet at the moment?
what color socks are you wearing?
how many pillows do you sleep with?
do you have a job? what do you do?
how many friends do you have?
whats the worst thing you have ever done?
whats your favorite candle scent?
3 favorite boy names
3 favorite girl names
favorite actor?
favorite actress?
who is your celebrity crush?
favorite movie?
do you read a lot? whats your favorite book?
money or brains?
do you have a nickname? what is it?
how many times have you been to the hospital?
top 10 favorite songs
do you take any medications daily?
what is your skin type? (oily, dry, etc)
what is your biggest fear?
how many kids do you want?
whats your go to hair style?
what type of house do you live in? (big, small, etc)
who is your role model?
what was the last compliment you received?
what was the last text you sent?
how old were you when you found out santa wasn’t real?
what is your dream car?
opinion on smoking?
do you go to college?
what is your dream job?
would you rather live in rural areas or the suburbs?
do you take shampoo and conditioner bottles from hotels?
do you have freckles?
do you smile for pictures?
how many pictures do you have on your phone?
have you ever peed in the woods?
do you still watch cartoons?
do you prefer chicken nuggets from Wendy’s or McDonalds?
Favorite dipping sauce?
what do you wear to bed?
have you ever won a spelling bee?
what are your hobbies?
can you draw?
do you play an instrument?
what was the last concert you saw?
tea or coffee?
Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts?
do you want to get married?
what is your crush’s first and last initial?
are you going to change your last name when you get married?
what color looks best on you?
do you miss anyone right now?
do you sleep with your door open or closed?
do you believe in ghosts?
what is your biggest pet peeve?
last person you called`
favorite ice cream flavor?
regular oreos or golden oreos?
chocolate or rainbow sprinkles?
what shirt are you wearing?
what is your phone background?
are you outgoing or shy?
do you like it when people play with your hair?
do you like your neighbors?
do you wash your face? at night? in the morning?
have you ever been high?
have you ever been drunk?
last thing you ate?
favorite lyrics right now
summer or winter?
day or night?
dark, milk, or white chocolate?
favorite month?
what is your zodiac sign
who was the last person you cried in front of?
Coffee or tea? (Or monster drinks)
None of the above. I like reigns.
Late Night
Pairing: Dark Hawks x (female) Reader
▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.
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Female Reader
SUMMARY: Keigo hates threatning you - only when necessary.
WARNINGS: Implied Kidnapping; Threats.
AN: Please, reblog and give me feedback.
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"Hey, c'mon, don't cry..."
He tries, tentatively reaching with a hand but instantly stopping at the abrupt increase of your sobbing.
"Y/n? Babe, pretty please..." he sighs, rubbing his tired eyes, "Let's just go to sleep, yeah? It’s getting late and I have to wake early tomorrow."
"Leave me alone." you howl the words out, as if you're a wounded dog. You feel like one, to be fair. Bunched up in a corner of this huge room, face contorted as you cry ugly tears and snot.
It's only been a week since you were taken from the comfort of your life, and you still can't stop the aching pain that burns your heart whenever you think about it.
During the day, it’s slightly more manageable to pretend that it’s fine, that you’ll eventually escape him, that everything will be fine.
But as soon as the dark cast of the night hits, it’s like all the overwhelming weight of sad reality starts to wear you down.
You’re so tired of him. You just wanna go home and hide underneath the safety of your blankets.
“Babe….”
Keigo sighs once again, leaning back at the adjacent beige wall as he runs his fingers through the blonde hair.
"Hate to ask, but any chance you can speed this up? Not to the part where you relentlessly beg to go home, to which I'll say no - obviously." Keigo says with such normality as if he’s asking you to turn the lights off.
"Also not the part where you cry your pretty eyes out for another 20 minutes, yell shitty things, threaten me, and so goes on…”
You gulp, with a new batch of tears forming as he tilts his head to the side, lips curling into a half-smile as if your despair amuses him.
“... but yes to the part where you finally shut up with the hysteria and we go to bed.”
You tearfully glare at him, indignation flaring up at his nonchalant words.
“I hate you. You kidnapped me!" you continue, half-choking in your own tears, hoping the hatred and anger in your face is enough to show him just how much you hate him. “I hate you!”
Keigo dismissively shrugs his shoulders, despite the new tension in his jaw as he glances at his wrist watch.
“I’m not the bad guy here, babe.”
“You-”
“If I was the bad guy…” he interrupts you, an unpleasant glint in his eyes showing that deep your words didn’t sit right with him. “...right now I’d be punching a hole into your pretty face for being such a brat. Or maybe I’d be ripping your tongue out with my bare hands, so you won’t speak bullshit like that. Maybe you’d like that better?”
Your eyes widen at that, body freezing as fear takes control of you.
For most times Keigo is laid-back and chill, but times like these are the ones that remind you that he’s just as dangerous as a villain is. He could easily hurt or even kill you within seconds, and there was nothing your quirkless ass could do to stop him.
You are at his mercy, much like you’ve always been ever since he took you.
You hate how helpless you feel.
Keigo notices your mortified reaction and walks closer, crouching in front of you.
“Didn’t mean to scare you, babe.” he says with a jovial tone. “But I really need you to behave, ‘kay?”
His hand elevates and he ignores your flinch as he brushes away a few tears.
“Enough with the tears, you’re too pretty to be cryin’ like that.” he smiles, hand lowering to grab your forearm.
He stands up, pulling you with him towards the bed.
“Now, let’s go get our beauty sleep.”
[TW: Yandere/Dark]
Hawks’s gf having social anxiety is a dream come true for him. He loves it too much.
Cause you’re the one always pleading him to stay in, instead of going out for dates. You don’t go to parties, you don’t like to go out, you do everything and anything to stay home - what more can a guy ask?
It’s so nice to have you all to himself and not having to fight for your attention. Keigo is especially satisfied that he won’t have to play the bad guy and manipulate you into canceling on your friends or choose to stay home instead of going out to parties.
But he isn’t an angel. Keigo is a rather extroverted guy, right?
And his sadistic streak enjoys putting you in tough situations. It’s so endearing to have you clinging to his arm when he drags you to some lame award ceremony and how you barely manage to speak without stuttering from how nervous you are.
He likes that you lean on him on such occasions. That you’re too shy to socialize without him by your side, saving your socially awkward responses.
That you’re the one begging him to return home, that you’re too tired of being around people.
Sometimes, Keigo abandons you in the room by claiming to need the restroom and fuck, it’s so hot to see your eyes go round with shock and fear, the way you cling to his hand and beg him not to leave you alone with people you don’t know.
He purposely takes more than 10 minutes to return and by then, you’re bunched up in a lonely corner of the room, fighting back tears because you get overwhelmed around strange people and you lack the skills to speak with them.
Keigo is the one that does that for you.
He’s the one protecting you, saving your ass from becoming a social parody.
Dabert
10am
ok i’m back in my hawks stan era again
YOU SHOULD SEE YOUR FACES
touya todoroki x f! reader
you love him, so fuck everyone else.
smut! you are responsible for what you read
inspired by but daddy i love him
at first, touya was worried.
he’s dark, he’s burning blue, he’s evil. he’s everything wrong with the world, everything corrupt as a resulr of a broken childhood. he’s burning with revenge at the seems- literally. he’s scary, and dangerous, and everything you’re not.
he can’t measure up to you. to your glow, how you paint his deep blue golden. you’re kind and gentle, the kind of flower that no one dared to pick out of fear of diminishing its beauty. as cruel as he may be, he hesitates to take that away from you.
at first.
now, he’s got your knees almost touching your ears, pounding his cock in and out of you for what’s probably been hours.
what a mess.
its crazy, but also the one you want. how could you not, seeing the way he’s sending mind-numbing pleasure coursing throughout your entire body. you can barely form any coherent sentences, letting him ravage you entirely. he’s salivating just seeing you, the way your tits bounce with every thrust, or how you squeeze around him when he whispers filthy things into your ear.
“fuck, you take me so well doll. you gonna let me ruin you, yeah?” he groans, landing a playful smack to the side of your hips. “say my name again.”
“touya!” you cry out. he smirks, seeing how absolutely he, and only he can get you.
if bystanders could only see their faces, knowing that the sweetest person on the planet fell in love with someone like touya todoroki.
he’s chaos and he’s revelry, lips pressing against your neck in a tender yet passion display of love. he starts with a kiss, before nipping at your skin and marking you. his cold tongue ring feels heavenly.
he’s relentless in his pace, the noises of sex filling the room as he has his way with you. he looks beautiful right now, scars and all as your nipples slide over his pecs over and over again.
perhaps your favourite part of him are his bedroom eyes. the way those sapphires lazily drink in your pleasure-filled form, wanting more and more. he pressings himself against your further, pulling out all the way before slamming back into you. you swear you can feel his tip up against your god damn womb.
if anyone else saw your relationship, they’d tell touya to stay away from you. they’d pull you away, cage you in a feeble attempt at protecting your light. they’d protest and sabotage what you have, sanctimoniously performing soliloquies you’d never see.
“fuck, i’m gonna cum babygirl. want me to fill you uo, yeah?” he groans again, his gravelly voice making you clench around his cock, sucking him in even further. god, he’s so beautiful like this and he doesn’t even know it.
“yes, touya! mn!” you moan out, scratching down his back and pulling at his snowy white hair. he grins, the pain melting with the pleasure deliciously.
for love like this, you’d rather burn your whole life down than listen to the bitching from the people around you. if your name is so good, its your good name to disgrace. you love each other like that.
they can’t change the way his heart beats when you touch him. they can’t change the fire that burns in his heart. you’re his gasoline.
they don’t have to pray for you.
finally, you unwind. his cum shoots out in thick, white ropes, so intense he physically has to hold back from burning you. he holds you close to him, making sure every single drop is nestled deep inside of you. as for you, you scream out again, mind blanking as that familiar warm feelings blankets your entire body.
you two are sticky, gooey messes as he slowly withdraws, landing next to you on the bed. with what strength he has left, he pulls you in. you don’t need a blanket when you sleep next to touya.
ultimately, some people still hold out, and tell you that you’re wrong- but fuck them.
So i found these old notes on my phone back from 2020 😭
All characters are aged up 18+. MDNI
Camboy!Shoto who got into filming porn on a whim, another form of rebellion against endeavour.
Camboy!Shoto who was so shy to start his career as a pornstar. The idea of letting the world see his vulnerable side making him rosy.
Camboy!Shoto who started anonymously, a new twitter account, promoting an adult site. Paired with a picture of Shoto, face hidden and torso exposed. A rather casual looking photo, till you look closing, crimson tide surging onto his chest. Pert nipples that are a lovely shade of red. Thin little waist, with defined muscles. His cum gutters defined, aligned with his cock. So much so that you know when water drips down his body, the drop ends at the top of his cock. His cock, tenting his loose pants.
Camboy!Shoto who goes from teasing his fans with little exposing pictures to fucking his fist on camera.
Camboy!Shoto finds playing with hard dick, on camera, too embarassing but does it anyway.
Camboy!Shoto who moans the loudest when humping into his dark navy pillow.
Camboy!Shoto who takes his side hustle to work when him, when he uploads a video jerking off in a grey suit on maroon couch.
Pro hero Shoto who cums ropes on glass table in his office. Who paints the floors in his room white. Who continues to jerk off his cock, till his tip is angry red and his cum dry.
Pro hero Shoto who always comes to work an hour later on Mondays because of his Sunday night duties.
Pro hero Shoto who thinks he is slick when he builds a separate room for his camera gear. Who only ever films in his office when he knows that the floor is empty.
Pro hero Shoto who has mastered the art of camera angle and people can never really connect that camboy Icyhotshot is Pro hero Shoto.
HORNY BRAINROT ☆ MY HERO ACADEMIA
⊹₊˚. featuring various characters and a mix of thirsty thoughts!
warnings. 18+ content — mdni, f! & gn! reader, oral sex, threesome, reader’s gender isn’t described much
xoxo, juno. this is nsfw, not tiktok brainrot !
whenever you’re making out with katsuki, he makes sure to guide your hand towards his hard cock. his hand grips yours as he drags your fingers along the outline, pulling back from your lips to huff out something like “fuck— look how hard you’re makin’ me.. all for you, babe.”
eijirou takes a while to cum when you’ve got him in your mouth; whenever he notices the tears cascading down your cheeks and the way you’re starting to slow down, he’s always gently encouraging you to keep going. the longer the blowjob, the louder the moans — to keep you motivated, he gets a little whiny: “oh, s-shit, just like that, baby..”
walking in on tamaki stroking his cock to you is nothing less than beautiful. at first, he’s embarrassed and rushes to zip up his pants until you grab his wrist and stop him, encouraging him to put on a show for you. and god, he absolutely does. he gives your favorite parts of his body all the attention, arches his back for you, cries out your name like a mantra. just before he cums, he asks for some form of permission.
izuku’s strong, using one hand to keep you steady as you ride his face while the other works his cock. facesitting is his favorite thing to do with you because he gets to wrap your soaked, sticky panties around himself and use them to jerk off all while drinking you in.
cockwarming in the morning with keigo after he’s been gone a week on a mission; it very quickly turns into needy, desperate fucking while hands roam bodies and pull one another close. (he started it by kissing and sucking at your neck.)
bouncing on denki’s cock until he goes entirely dumb, and telling him he better not cum yet until you tell him to. of course, he’s too far gone to even look at you directly or hold onto you; tears gather in his eyes as he whimpers, begging you to let him cum inside.
mirror sex with hitoshi, who yanks you back by the hair whenever you look away out of embarrassment. “who’s that pretty girl?” he asks as he fucks you so hard you can barely even stutter out an answer.
it’s easy for dabi to get a little mean; after countless orgasms and endless rounds of fucking in every position he can come up with, you’re drooling and moaning freely. “what was that, doll? c’mon, use your words.” (he’s making it impossible to do so.)
admitting that you need some help learning how to ‘do sex’ to your best friend shōto is embarrassing, but he’s so eager to show you that you forget all about it. as you lay beneath him, clinging to his shoulders while your nails dig crescents into his skin, all you can both think about is the fact that neither of you took action sooner.
“you think you could handle us at the same time?” dabi scoffs, while you’re sandwiched between him and prohero hawks, who’s kissing you as he spreads your legs so you’re ready to take both of their cocks. “don’t worry,” he whispers, gold eyes glinting with the same hunger in dabi’s. “we’ll take care of you, baby.”
what's my age again? // smau
a/n: happy (early) birthday scorpi anonnnn i hope youre still awake to see this lmao
keigo takami, touya todoroki, tomura shigaraki
INFERNO | Dabi (Touya)
summary ➜ being apart of the LOV meant battling heroes, and some were ruthless, leaving you tired and wounded. All that blood loss is getting to your head, and Dabi’s, and not in the way you’d expect.
warnings ➜ language, graphic violence, graphic gore, highly detailed death! smut! p in v, unprotected sex, biting, scratching, oral (M), fingering, face slapping (it happens once), choking, hickies/marking, pain kink, blood play, blood kink. mdni
reader’s quirk ➜ reader can create visions of opponents worst nightmare and become them.
Your day started out like any other, an absolute bore. By that, nothing out of the ordinary happened. Sure you were a wanted villain, one of the League of Villains, and were expected to be some ruthless villainess, but you weren't. You were baddass and feared by many, but you weren't blood thirsty like the others, ironically like Toga.
You lay half on the counter, seated on a bar stool while Kurogiri wiped glasses, paying no mind to you. A heavy sigh left your nose, your head leant against your arm that was starting to prick with pins and needles.
To your right was Shigaraki, who's nails clawed away at his pale skin. Upon your sigh, a gust of dust whooshed off the countertop making your head perk up in a cringe, arm sliding off. Red eyes spared a glance to you, before nonchalantly looking away.
Kurogiri was quick to swap from wiping the glasses to the counter, white cloth now coated in brown and grey. "Sorry about that." He apologised, and if he could, would've given you a small smile.
You shook your head, dismissing the fact before slipping off the barstool, walking over to the staircase that was held up by a thread just about, fingers nimbly moved to graze the splintering wood before the blonde girl bounced down the stairs.
"Morning!" Toga purred, tongue just prodding out of her lips as her gold eyes gleamed. Her fists curled inwards as she positioned them by the sides of her face, much like a cat would. She zipped past you, to the bar where she took her seat on the barstool you previously sat on, immediately going on a full banter when Twice made himself known.
You treaded up the stairs, to your room that was all lonesome, plain walls decorated with nothing, a single bed and nightstand, you didn't necessarily like your room, but it's all you had considering if you were to buy a house, it would be a death trap, a target would dangle over your house, a sign for the heroes.
On the windowsill, that displayed nothing but a view of concrete buildings, held a withering plant, the green leaves long turned yellow, and sagged. A symbol of misery.
Walking over to the window, you pushed the cracked glass up, the stale air plummeted into your room. Peering your head outwards, you had seen a man, shrivelled —only skin and bone—loitering on the streets, you couldn't tell what he was doing, other than the scraping of metal and grunts he made.
Almost feeling your presence, he looked up, with his only good eye, and gave you a horrid smile.
This was all before a dark figure came from the depths of the shadows in the alleyway, the sounds of boots grating against the chipped pavement. The man's head whipped to the noise before raising the object in his hand, he was constructing a blade.
With full power, he charged at the figure. However, an azure gust swallowed him.
A grim laugh bounced off the walls, you scoffed, a gut churning smell hit your senses before anything else making you choke. "Dabi, if you're going to fry people, at least find a decent place to do so.” You said once the flame had sizzled to a spark on his hand, he looked up with a smirk, sapphire eyes swirling.
"Gotcha, princess." He sent you a wink, before his cloak ruffled and he left into the banishing night.
With a grumble, you spun around to continue towards your bed when Shigaraki appeared, gripping onto your door frame, minus his pinky finger.
"Low-class heroes are trying to stop a nomu, it needs assistance." He left before anything else, you hurriedly left after him to find Kurogiri already forming a purple portal, reading to swallow anything up, Toga was bouncing on her feet, blood thirty much like everyone.
In an instant, you jumped through the portal, as quick as it had happened, you were standing on a rooftop. Below, on the suburban streets was in fact a nomu, with bulging muscles as well as some undergraduate heroes, Power Loader and Gunhead.
Power Loader desperately tried to latch his steel jaws onto the flesh of the mutant, but alas, got flung off, however he sprung up and was ready to jump back into action. The nomu's throw was weak, Shigaraki taking note on how the mutant's energy was quick to deteriorate.
Then, Gunhead's head shot out claw-like bullets from the barrels on his mask, clinging to the nomu's flesh, making the bird-like beast roar into the bellowing nights. "What are we doing here? Let's fight!" Toga whined to Shigaraki who all but all, surveyed the scene unfolding.
"I have to agree with nutjob over here, I'm getting bored." Dabi grumbled, folding his arms over his chest, sapphire eyes looking off into the distance.
Shigaraki called your name. "You'll go down there to distract the heroes, Dabi you go with, and I'll call in the nomu with Spinner." Toga let out an audible groan at his words, wishing to be able to jump down there. In a second, you and Dabi cascaded down the walls, hidden by the barely-lit streets.
"You get dunce-face and I'll get tool-works." Dabi said to you before his legs started moving on their own, blue blaze forming around his arm as he swung it at Power Loader, leaving you with Gun Head.
With a hum, you ran after the other hero, clasping your hands together in order to use your quirk, a faint red glow started to buzz around your fingers before your quirk started to construct Gun Head's greatest fear.
To your dismay, it wasn't anything major or actually scary, forming was a woman clutching two children, when your quirk was done, your mind synced into the creation.
"K-Koji," the woman whimpered his name, with wobbly lips and wide eyes, the children holding the same expression. The hero, trying to duck from the harsh embers of Dabi, looked over to his 'family', body freezing up. "We're s-scared."
"I..." the pro-hero tried to reel his mind over why his family is about two hours away from their home, here, in the dark nights of a dingy street. "Tomara..." he called his wife's name, taking a tentative step towards her. "Hiro...Ketsu..."
"Papa," the little boy with blue hair held his arms stretched out for his dad, taking staggering steps towards his father, wrapping his small arms around his legs before the second child joined, wrapping his arms around his waist. "We missed you."
You observed the scene, wondering what was the actual fear of the pro-hero, it wasn't until a sparse second later, when Tomara—his wife, joined in on the hug that the lizard like villain jumped out, purple hair breezing in the wing, and chomped down on the family, blood spraying out onto the pro-hero who had no time to think.
He let out a choked sob, watching Spinner devour his family before scampering off, before Gun Head was able to go after the lizard, you sprung out onto him, it was a harsh tumble to the ground where you and the pro-hero wrestled, he was stronger, much stronger.
Easily pinning you to the road, mask whirring as he was about to use his mask—to shoot a bullet right between your eyes, before your whole entire body burned red, in a blink of the eye, you were now a male with a thick moustache, glaring at the pro-hero.
"Dad?" The pro hero choked, head quirking to the side.
"I'm disappointed in you son, you're here fighting your own dad, this is why we sent you to Osaka, you're no good, this is why your family died." His father (you) said, the pro-hero's head hung in shame, before slowly loosening his hold on you, his mind not even thinking straight and completely forgetting about you.
"I'm s-sorry, pa."
How you loved manipulating emotions, you were a sucker for it. Your guilty pleasure was watching someone fall apart in front of you.
He stood up and helped his father up, in a fleeting moment, you grabbed for your dagger, balling your hands into a fist around the handle and bringing it down onto his mint hair, red squirted on your face.
His body staggered back, barrels blazing as little claw like structures shot out askew, one dug into the side of your abdomen, making you grunt in pain and scowl.
His body went flat, due to the keratin claws usage, then went limp, a puddle forming by his head, it was unfortunate, but it's what had to be done.
With your crises averted, you turned around to see Dabi wiping away at some blood that dribbled down his lip, a heap of substance and metal in front of him.
With the heroes...out the way, you could relax, it was about time others were alerted, so you had to flee the scene as soon as possible.
Back at the hideout, Shigaraki was attending to the nomu. You were in the cramped bathroom, shirt off, dabbing cotton balls against your wound, just to decrease the blood, as well as scratching off the dried blood.
The door to the bathroom reeled open, revealing a shirtless Dabi, white towel draped over one shoulder.
"Out, gotta shower,” he told you, blue eyes shamelessly staring at your cleavage, pupils swelling at the sight of your blood, feeling himself twitch in his black shorts. "Or stay, could use some company."
"Gross, I just need to clean the blood up, I'll be out of your hair." You rolled your eyes, continuing to wipe away at your wound with the plain cotton balls.
Dabi shrugged the towel off of him, walking across the bathroom and setting it on the toilet, turning the handle almost all the way to the hottest setting, letting the bathroom fill up with steam.
With low, ultramarine eyes, he watched as the cotton balls were turning red with blood.
He sauntered closer to you, catching your frame between his arms that rested against the counter, you looked up from your wound to his zombie, skin-patched chest. The purple, sewn on flesh contracting against his toned skin, stuck on with staples, muscles flexing in your woke.
Then was the dog tag chain dangling from his neck, a skull and cross bones etched on the metal. Then him smirking at you, his bright eyes, and dark hair that held a millimetre of white by the roots. "Can I taste you?"
"What?" You blurred, eyebrows deepening at his words, Dabi just ran the ball of his tongue piercing over his lips, smirking.
"Don't act like we haven't fucked before." He chuckled.
"Yeah, but I'm bleeding." You scoffed.
"I know, I wanna taste." And before you even registered what he actually wanted to taste, his lips were licking around your wound, tongue flattening, catching a smear of blood on his tongue, it was a strange noise that gurgled from your mouth, it shouldn't have been so arousing, but it was.
You felt and heard him suck deeply on the wound before he removed his lips, bringing his hand up, he pried your lips apart and smashed his lips to yours, tongue swirling around your own, making you taste your own metallic blood.
Your hands went to grab his shoulder while his tangled in your hair, pulling you impossibly closer to him, letting out a groan into the kiss, when he pulled away, his lips were darker from the hard kiss, and your blood that's mixed with saliva, shining on his lips, yours matched.
Silently, he moved back, eyes still trained on you before he turned half way around and slid out of his shorts which he used as boxers, meaning his cock sprung free, hard, shining, and pierced.
One of Dabi's secret yet not secret secrets, was he had a pierced tip, it was a very scandalous piercing that poked through the slit of his dick and just underneath the head (a Prince Albert piercing).
Many would cringe at the pain, but not Dabi—who secretly enjoyed it, leaving the piercer scared for life when he almost came. 
You noticed a flash of blue look your way before he stepped into the shower and drew the curtain closed.
You watched as his shadow moved, continuing to bathe himself. You felt your bottom lip jut out, hating how your pussy was throbbing.
Sneakily, you peeled away your bottoms, leaving you in your thongs, then gliding a hand past your waistband of your underwear until your finger met the plush wetness of your pussy.
It swirled around your puffy clit, you started off slow, wanted to have a steady pace but it did minimal to help the ache, so you brought your middle finger to your clit and started to furiously flick at it.
Your legs, almost immediately started to vibrate at the same speed that your finger flicked at, your eyes dropped closed and your head lolled back, hitting the mirror. Your other hand joined in, sticking two fingers into your puckering hole, immediately getting coated in your sticky arousal, you should've felt ashamed for your actions, but you couldn't find a damn to give.
Your body felt on edge, prickling everywhere with lust and pleasure, stomaching feeling full, your lips fell apart, letting out tiny whimpers, it wasn't until one rather loud moan that the shower curtains were pulled back, that Dabi realised what you were getting up to.
He swore under his breath, cock twitching at the sight of you pleasuring yourself, droplets of water ran down every square inch of his body.
You were too preoccupied and caught up in the moment to have realised the shower had stopped, it wasn't until you felt a warm, wet body press against your legs that your eyes snapped open, and your finger stopped.
"Oh, don't let me stop your fun,” he purred, voice gravel with how turned on he was. To his dismay, you had stopped, and when he saw your hands slowly start to pull away, he grabbed a wrist. "I didn't say stop."
He, instead, used his own hand, grabbing the bottom of your underwear, the part covered in a patch of your previous arousal, in his fist, and burnt it right off, leaving you with a charred strap around your hips.
Using the same, warm hand, he pressed it harshly to your clit, rubbing aggressively before copying your previous actions, flicking over the bundle of nerves. He watched with sparkling eyes, and a growing smirk how your eyes rolled back into your head.
A gasp left your lips when you felt his hand wrap around your neck, and squeeze, with the addition of his quirk, imprinting a handprint around your neck. "'s too hot, Dabi, too hot." You babbled, your own hand pawing at his wrist, but he held your neck with a vice grip.
"You can take it, baby. I know you can,” he grinned, finger quickening on your clit. "You've taken my cock before."
"B-But, please, Touya, please?"
Something inside of Dabi snapped, he retracted both hands, making you whimper and sputter for air before his hand whipped hard against your cheek, leaving a second hand print.
"Don't you dare fucking call me that again," his hands moved, dug into your waist and rolled you around, cheek smushing up against the foggy mirror, ass pressing right into his hard-on. "Nasty sluts wants to act like one, then they'll be treated like one."
Another hard slap given to your body, this time on your ass cheek. The stinging sensation went straight to your core, still aching and empty.
"Dabi, fuck me.” You whined, words slightly muffled from the mirror, your eyes shut in pleasure when he gave you another slap, over the same bruising spot as before.
Dabi loved your ass, so it was no surprise when he started to squeeze away at the flesh, leaving darkening spots and crescent dents on your skin.
"I'll fuck you when I feel like it." He grabbed for your hips again, pulling you closer to him, raising your hips with impressive strength until he was able to watch saliva ooze from his lips and onto your pussy lips, which were already shining under the fluorescent lights of the bathroom.
He watched as your hole fluttered around nothing, before dropping your hips back down to the counter and shoving two, thick fingers inside your hole.
"Fuck. Your pussy is so needy, sucking me in."
"More." You managed to get out between moans, hips thrusting back on Dabi's fingers, you were so desperate for a release. Dabi curled his fingers, stretching you out further, and pushing against one pleasurable spot within you.
"Cock hungry slut, that's what you are,” he added a third finger, your hole gaping around his fingers, your mouth fell open as a spew of curses and moans left your lips. "Say it."
"'m a cock hungry slut." You mindlessly blabbered, Dabi pulled his fingers out of you, watching your pussy clench again around nothing.
He grabbed his cock with his sticky fingers and pumped it a few times before pressing the ball of his piercing against your clit and dragging it between your folds, to where you needed him the most.
He pushed himself in, just the tip, his fat, pink tip that sent a chill down your spine from the stretch. "More." You groaned, throwing your hips back, hoping to get more of him.
"Relax, don't be such a greedy bitch." He presented you with another slap to your ass, before fucking you with the tip only, it wasn't enough, despite the toe curling stretch it gave you, it wasn't the fullness you desired.
Dabi slowly thrusted the tip in and out of you, watching as his Prince Albert piercing got coated in your slick. He grabbed a handful of your ass, spreading the cheeks apart before slowly bottoming out, he groaned as he felt your pussy swallow him whole.
Dabi hated slow sex, but what he hated more were greedy sluts, much like yourself, so to torment you, he went slow, like really slow.
His dick now glistening as he pulled out, then inching back in, then out before pulling right out. He grabbed his cock yet again, prior to him now slapping it against your ass.
His pre-cum dropping down onto your ass in tiny, white pebbles. Dabi took his middle and forefinger and wiped the semen off before bringing them to your pouty lips and shoving them right down your mouth.
He watched as you choked around his fingers, he pushed them as far as they could before curling them, really making you gag.
His eyes lit up when he saw tears swell in your own, breaking away and falling down your cheeks. Dabi moved himself closer to your face, tongue lolling out before licking up your salty tears.
He let out a groan at the taste before pulling his fingers out your mouth, pulling you by the back of your neck to the ground, forcing you to turn around to face him.
"Open up, pretty girl." Dabi was oddly being gently right now as he caressed your hair, you opened your mouth for him, tongue prodding out, he slid his tip over your tongue, back and forth, back and forth before plunging his cock into your warm cavity.
His hold on your hair tightened, yanking at your scalp as he brutally fucked your mouth, giving you no time to breathe.
Dabi ignored the scratches at his leg, looking down here his stomach continuously bumped against your nose, eyes spilling with tears, only then did he decide to pull out, giving you a second to catch your breath before thrusting back in.
His hands loosened from your hair, opting to wrap around your neck where his thumbs just pushed against your throat, feeling it bulge from his cock.
Your hands assisted your mouth, squeezing his balls while he bottomed out in your mouth. His thrusts turned sloppy and slowed to hard thrusts before he clamped your head within his hands and forced you to swallow his cum that dripped down your throat. When he moved his dick out of your mouth, a mixture of spit and cum fell from your lips.
What was surprising was how erect his cock still was. "Up," he commanded, when you stood up, he lifted you and threw you back onto the sink's countertop. He took a finger to your lips. "Spit."
And so you did, your saliva dropping onto his finger, he added his own to the mix before bringing it to your still very much needy heat, lubing up your hole.
Dabi wasn't going to be slow, not now, not anymore. He slammed himself back into your pussy and started to fuck you at a savage speed. He didn't care how your body slumped to the side from pure euphoria, you were just a fucktoy in the moment.
"'s good, Dabi!" You moaned, back arching, chest pressing against his, he could feel how your breasts bounced against his skin, scraping against the metal staples. "So deep."
Your arms linked around his neck where your nails found haven in his skin and scratched away, red lines on his real skin and dark purple at his grafted skin. He hissed when you lifted staples but it made his lower belly heat up and it stirred something inside him.
You clawed so hard at his skin that you drew blood, that started to situate underneath your nails.
The tip of his cock repeatedly nudged against your cervix, the dull pleasure sending sensations throughout your entire body.
In the heat of the moment, you kissed Dabi, something he scarcely ever did, was kiss someone yet he always made exceptions for you and only you (and still denies any feelings whatsoever).
The kiss was a sloppy make out, saliva dribbling down your chin, shared groans, huffs, and oxygen. The kiss broke from Dabi's forceful thrusts that sent your body back to the mirror, he was quick to bring his lips back to your body.
This time, his teeth clamped down on your shoulder, before he suckled on your skin, he moved onto another patch of skin, then another, until your entire neck was covered in vibrant spots and imprints of his teeth.
Your stomach tightened, you were close, Dabi could tell by your walls fluttering around him and so was he. Your hands fumbled for his hair, tugging harshly at it, a moan left his lips from the pain, his chin lifting upwards, mouth apart by a centimetre as heavy breaths left them.
His face was a few inches away from yours, you still held his hair, the hair covering his forehead now swept away, exposing his entire face, and lust blown eyes, you didn't want to admit it, but he looked beautiful.
Yet, he also didn't want to admit how he was also appealed by you right now (Dabi is thriving in denial), wishing to always have you like this since he was so captivated. "Dabi, I'm close." You moaned, Dabi brought a thumb to your lips where he gently rubbed your bottom lip. "Touya, 'm so close."
Dabi didn't care that you called him by his real name, in fact it edged him on, thinking it sounded pretty falling from your lips.
"I know, pretty girl, me too." He mumbled, hands going back to your waist to anchor you, you wrapped your legs around him, his body almost flush against yours before your stomach tightened further before bubbling, the knot coming undone as you creamed around his cock, a loud, melodic moan left your throat before Dabi was quick behind you.
His cum buried deep in your cervix, now a cocktail with your own before he pulled out, watching your pussy squeeze out the substances.
Dabi stood there, breathless. Watching your pussy with his head hung low, his shoulder muscles flexed before he pulled himself away from you, wiping his nose with a sniff and out the bathroom, not caring if anyone were to see his family jewels on display as he went to his room, truth was, he left because he was scared.
Scared of how warm he felt around you, how tingly and fuzzy he got, which was not like him, so he did what he does best, and left.
You cleaned yourself up with a shower, before crawling into bed, the night sent you into a blissful sleep, where your mind kept reeling over the words he mumbled to you when he came... "I love you."
headcanons of dabi as your boyfriend! ⋆ ˚⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚⋆
pairing: dabi x you! content warning: he's better than your irl boyfriend!
dabi is always breaking into your house. doesn't matter if you give him a key, he'll give you a mini heart attack every time by showing up at midnight outside your balcony. he thinks it's romantic when he's waiting on the other side of the glass for you, drawing hearts on the window that's fogged up from the cold outside. claims he lost the key (he knows exactly where it is) just so he can scare you by popping up in your room at the most random times. you'll go to sleep at night alone and wake up the next morning to him snoring on the pillow beside you with his greedy hands around your waist
he has you wear a necklace with his initial on it. he thinks you look so pretty with that shiny & silver 'd' wrapped around your neck. the chain is thin and delicate so you can wear it everyday with ease. he loves watching you from afar when you're unsuspecting. you have no idea he's standing just a few feet away from you while you check out your groceries, but he's watching you happily. he's satisfied knowing you're wearing the necklace even when he isn't around—just like you promised you would.
he knows the best abandoned spots ever. he'll take you on dates to the rooftops of buildings all the time. you loved the clear view of the sky and stars from being up so high, and he loved the way your hair blew and whipped around in the wind.
he has a secret playlist of songs that remind him of you. they're mainly filled with songs he'd snuck in from your playlist. he always says your music taste is trash and that you had no idea what real music was. but as you're driving (this man does not know how to drive a vehicle without committing a felony) he'll be tilting his phone away from you in the driver seat and adding the songs to his "my lady" playlist.
secretly a softie for cuddles. he'll always groan and grumble under his breath about how he's only cuddling you because he knows you like them, but inside he's so happy to just wrap his arms around you and spend quality time with you after a long day. he's fallen asleep many times like this. you'll be watching some old horror movie on the couch with him, running your fingers through his hair and massaging his scalp, and at some point you'll realize he stopped teasing you whenever a jump scare came on—and then you'll realize he's drooling all over you and sleeping like a big baby.
I need him !!
Chapter 17: Game Over
Dabi, walking into the hideout and pointing at Toga and Mr. Compress.
Dabi: “Come on, it’s my turn to get groceries and you two are coming with me.”
Toga: “Why us?”
Dabi: “Because you’re quick and Compress can use his marbles to carry everything.”
Mr. Compress: “Is that all I am to you?!”
Dabi, glaring: “You really want me to answer that?”
Mr. Compress: “Fine, we’ll go!”
—
Dabi, walking up to a building.
Mr. Compress: “Excuse me, Dabi, but this isn’t the grocery store?”
Dabi: “I never said we were going to the grocery store.”
Dabi, pulling out keys and unlocking the door, all of them walking in.
Toga: “What is this place?”
Dabi: “Endeavor’s house.”
Mr. Compress and Toga both freezing.
Dabi, throwing Toga a bag: “Start loading up.”
Mr. Compress: “Curious… Why would Dabi have keys to Endeavor’s house?”
Toga: “No idea… Let’s snoop!”
Dabi, raiding the fridge, pausing and noticing Mr. Compress and Toga are gone.
Dabi, walking out into the hallway.
Mr. Compress and Toga, looking at a photo of Rei.
Toga: “Endeavor has a wife?”
Mr. Compress: “And she’s breathtaking. Dabi, come have a look at Endeavor’s hot wife!”
Dabi: “… Can we get a move on?”
Mr. Compress and Toga walking away.
Dabi: “Leave the photo of my Mo— his wife.”
Mr. Compress, huffing and putting the photo back.
Hits them with the yuri beam again
What’s better than one Dabi? two Dabis! Double trouble hehehehe