Dabi My Hero Academia - Blog Posts

It’s genetic

Don’t you hate it when you accidentally disintegrate your gun

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Ahhh, I love your writing hotch33tos! May I request a fluff between Tomura Shigaraki x fem reader who's quirk is healing. One night she's healing Shigaraki and she just can't stop looking at him leading her to blurt out if she can do skin care on him. That or just a fluff scenario between him and a fem reader healer🫶💛

Thank you sm for my first Request! You asked and will receive! (Hopefully it’s to your liking🫶🏼)

Shigaraki x Reader Healer

“Skincare”

🌙scenario

"What- What the hell? It's 2 in the morning What are you doing in my room?!" Tomura looks up from his gaming set he was surprised to see you up so late.

"Hey... I noticed you had some scars that needed healing and I thought I might come check them" you softly replied as you walked in closing the door behind you as you turned on the light.

He flinched as the light turned on, the brightness was unexpected for him. He sat up on the edge of his bed, looking at you.

He rubbed his neck, his eyes looking you and your hands up and down.

"You- You want to heal my scars?"

"Shigaraki im the leagues healer it’s my job remember" you laughed softly.

He rolled his eyes as you spoke as if he could've forgotten that, a hand going up to rub one of his scars.

"Yeah yeah I know idiot, but can you heal all of this? I have a lot of scars you know..."

"I'm sure I can" you walked over to him, "can I sit down?"

He nodded, shifting over slightly incase you wanted to sit on the bed. He eyed your hands, still unconvinced you could heal any of his scars.

"Go on... Try it. You probably won't heal anything anyway..."

He smirked, a bit of skepticism in his voice.

"Are you doubting me?" You chuckled as you looked at his scars on his arms.

He chuckled back, letting you get a good look as you came closer. He held out an arm, waiting for you to try and heal it.

"I'm just saying, ive had these for quite some time though they haven’t healed. I doubt a healer would be able to do anything about them now. Go on, try."

You picked up his hand gently as you traced your finger over the scar before leading it do your lips giving it a soft kiss.

To say he was surprised at the kiss would be an understatement. His eyes widen, face turning slightly pink as he stares at your lips for a few seconds.

"Wha- What are you doing...?"

His voice is quieter now, trying to hide the surprise. No one has ever gone so far as to kiss his scars, let alone kiss him in general...

"Healing you" you chuckle before you noticed his scar was gone you looked up at him admiring his other scars they made him seem like so much more...

His eyes widen again as he looks down at where the scar once was, watching as the skin completely healed over, as if the scar was never there. He glanced up at you in disbelief, almost not believing what just happened.

"You- You actually just healed it... I can't believe it. Can you do the others too?"

You nodded as you traced and placed kisses on the other scars and injuries on his hands, you felt yourself blush a little you finally stopped to admire his face... it look okay right now it wasn't the best skin he's had which made you think of something... skincare.

With each kiss that healed on of his scars, his face got more and more red. He was starting to get flustered from all of this affection, glancing down as you finally stopped. Seeing you studying his face, he raised an eyebrow, looking curiously at you

"Why are you looking at me like that? What is it?"

"Can I do a skincare on you!?" You blurted out as your ears turned red "ah.! Sorry i didn't mean to-" you waved your hands trying to take back what you said.

Shigaraki blinked, completely taken aback by the blurted question. His cheeks were a deep blushing red at that point, but he didn't hate the idea at all...

"Uh... Yeah sure... Go for it I guess. Just don't make me look like some damn doll, got it?"

You chuckled at his doll comment,

"I won't" you covered your mouth with one hand trying to lower your laugh.

He gave a small pout at your laughter, crossing his arms in a jokingly upset state.

But he was secretly enjoying the attention you were giving him. He tilted his head at you, his messy hair covering his left eye like a curtain

"What? Why are you laughing at me? Just do your damn skincare already, woman."

"okay 'll be right back" you got up in a hurry to your room while you were walking you wondered why he had agreed it seemed odd but you were glad he didn't decline your sudden offer

He sat there on his bed, watching you run out of the room in a hurry.

He still questioned himself on why he agreed to letting you even touch him, even more so with the thought of doing a skin care routine on him. Shigaraki shrugged, sitting back in his bed and waiting for you to return.

As he sat there waiting, he let his mind wander to his feelings towards you. He had to admit, you were attractive. But he never thought he would ever get any affection from you, yet here he was, agreeing to you to do a skincare routine on his scars and skin. Shigaraki leaned back in the bed, thoughts of you still in his mind...

A few minutes later, he heard your footsteps approaching his room.

He slowly sat up, waiting for you to come back in. He was still questioning why he was letting you do this to him, but deep down, the idea of having your hands touch his face excited him, just a bit.

You opened the door, holding your skincare products in your arms. You looked up to see him leaning back on the bed, waiting for you with a neutral look on his face. He glanced down at your arms, looking over the products you brought with you.

"Looks like you brought a lot of stuff...Are you gonna put all of that on my face?"

"Well if I want your face to be smooth and glowing yes!" You chirped as you placed everything in the bed in order.

He rolled his eyes at the thought of his face being 'smooth and glowing.' He had never had a full-blown skincare routine before, so he had no idea what was coming for him.

He looked over each product you had laid out, seeing so many creams, lotions, and other stuff.

"Yeesh... You need all of that to fix my skin or something?"

"Just to make it better trust me you'll relax just lay back on the bed and let me handle you" your lips Curley into a smile as your cracked your fingers, one thing about you was out LOVED doing skincare's and when you did them you always did them right.

He flinched slightly, hearing you crack your fingers. It seemed so... Professional? He let out a low sigh, laying back on the bed, his head laying comfortably on the pillow. He closed his eyes, preparing himself for whatever you were going to do to his skin.

Despite the skepticism about the skincare, in the end, he just wanted to have your hands touching him...

As you begin to work your magic on Shigaraki, he can feel the various creams being applied to his face, followed by the gentle feeling of your hands rubbing his skin. As much as he wanted to act cold and distant, your touch was soft and gentle, making it impossible not to relax and enjoy the feeling of your hands on his face.

"Damn... Your hands are softer than I thought they'd be..."

"Well ill have you know I do hand-care too" you softly spoke as you applied a cleansing cream rubbing it over his safe as you waited a couple of minutes before wiping it with a damped towel

As you gently rub the cleansing cream on his face, he couldn't help but let out a small sigh of relief. The cream felt cool and soothing on his skin, and your soft touch made the entire experience even more pleasurable. He couldn't believe he was actually enjoying something like this

"Hmph, you seem to have a lot of knowledge on this stuff... Where'd you even learn all of this from anyway?"

"I watch a lot of videos and before I joined the league I did not have this pretty face" you smirked

He raised an eyebrow as you mentioned not having a pretty face before. He found that hard to believe, as his own opinion, you were very attractive. But he was curious now about what you looked like before.

"Oh really? Well, now I'm interested to see what you looked like before this 'pretty face.' Got any old pictures lying around?"

"Maybe I'll see if I can find any later" you wiped his face before turning in the air mister you had

He watched as you turned on the air mister, the cool mist spraying lightly on his face.

The sensation was unexpected, but not unpleasant. He closed his eyes, enjoying the coolness as the mist touched his skin.

"Hmph... I guess this stuff isn't half bad. What else you gonna do to my face?"

"Well I'm going to hydrate it,moisturize, pluck any hairs,massage it..."

His eyes widened as you rattled off the list of things you were going to do to his face.

Plucking, massaging, what the hell did you have planned on doing to him...

"Plucking hairs? And massage? You gonna turn my face into rubbery mush or something?"

"Just close your eyes and relax" you huffed as you started to place under eye and mouth hydrating patches.

He gave a slight eye roll at your comment, but closed his eyes nonetheless, letting you place the patches on his skin. He had to admit, the feeling of the patches was slightly soothing, almost like a small massage of sorts.

He let out a small sigh as he laid there, wondering if all these products were actually necessary for a skincare routine.

You took out your phone raising it up as you took a picture quickly putting it away

The sudden sound of your phone camera clicking made his eyes shoot open in surprise. He turned to glare at you, a small pout forming on his face

"Hey, what was that for? Were you just trying to snap a picture of me with this stuff on my face?"

"no! just shush!" You closed his eyes as you grabbed your eyebrow pluckers.

Shigaraki grumbled, but obediently closed his eyes once again. He knew there was no point in arguing with you when you were so determined. He held still as you picked up the eyebrow pluckers,

"Damn... You really gonna pluck my eyebrows?"

" you know you talk to much" you giggled as you began to pluck his eyebrows but you realized... he had none...

He rolled his eyes, but he couldn't help but chuckle a bit at your comment about talking too much. As you started to pluck his eyebrows, he noticed that there was nothing there to pluck.

"Uh, you do notice that I don't have any eyebrows, right? What's the point of plucking something that's not even there?"

"Shigaraki... I just noticed." You busted out laughing.

He looked at you, his face a mix of confusion and annoyance. But seeing you laugh so openly made it a bit impossible to stay frustrated with you. He sighed, crossing his arms in a pout

"Well, I'm glad you find humor in my lack of eyebrows, but seriously, what were you planning to do to my nonexistent eyebrows anyway?"

"Okay okay let's just move on to something else oh I know let's take off your blackheads!"

His face twisted into a look of discomfort at the mention of blackheads. He hadn't even thought about the possibility of having blackheads on his face.

"Yeesh... You sure you're gonna find any? I don't even remember the last time I looked at my face up close in the mirror..."

He laid back on the bed, resigning himself to letting you do whatever you wanted. He just hoped the blackhead removal wouldn't be too painful, especially since he wasn't sure how many there were on his skin...

You placed a nose patch in his skin and waited for it to dry before peeling it softly

"okay we got some just need to take off the rest..." you mumbled as you started to press down his nose with a blackhead removing tool

Shigaraki watched as you placed the nose patch on his nose. He wrinkled his nose at the feeling, but said nothing. Once you started to press down on his nose with the tool, he flinched, feeling the slight pressure of each blackhead being removed.

"Damn... that feels weird. How many of those are you gonna get out..?"

"Just a little more..." you mumbled focusing

He huffed in slight annoyance, but he knew better than to question you when you were so focused. He closed his eyes, letting you continue to work on his nose. The feeling of each blackhead being removed was... strange. It wasn't painful, but it wasn't pleasant either.

"Hurry up... I'm starting to feel weird just laying here."

"Okay okay I'm done" you replied as you cleaned his face with a makeup remover and removing all the hydrating patches you had placed on his under eye and lips

"Wow your lips look just a bit better but it’s missing something.."

He opened his eyes as you removed the last of the patches, feeling a bit lighter now that all the products were off his face. He sat up slightly on the bed, his hand coming up to touch his cheek.

"Huh... I have to admit, that actually did feel kinda nice. And you really think my lips look better already?"

"I'm not done yet!" You pushed him down softly as you began to grab your watermen lip mask and spoon some out gently rubbing it on his lip

He grunted as you pushed him back down, a small pout forming on his face. He watched as you rubbed the watermelon lip mask on his lips, the cool sensation on his skin feeling surprisingly refreshing.

"Hmph... This stuff better be worth it. My lips better be as soft as yours by the time you're done with me."

"Yeah yeah well I'm trying my best" you huffed as you took a bad and opened it revealing a face mask

He chuckled at your huff, knowing he could get under your skin with just a few words.

As he watched you rummage through the bag to pull out a face mask, he raised an eyebrow

"Are you seriously putting a face mask on me too? What the hell is the point of that?"

"Don't worry just know you'll skin will feel much better" you smirked as you placed it over his face

He let out an exaggerated sigh, but remained still as you placed the face mask over his face. He had to admit, he had never done anything like this before, and having you take care of his skin felt a bit nice.

"This is so ridiculous... I feel like a damn doll being pampered right now."

He laid on the bed, his face covered in the mask, feeling completely ridiculous. He could faintly smell the scent of the face mask, a bit of chamomile and lavender.

"You better hope this stuff actually works, or I'm gonna look like a complete fool for letting you to this to me..."

"Well don't worry about it just relax.!"

He rolled his eyes, but he had to admit that the face mask actually felt somewhat nice.

He closed his eyes, trying to relax as you instructed.

"Easier said than done... When will you take this damn thing off my face anyway?"

"Just 10 minutes even tho it's suppose to be 15 but you get impatient"

He sighed in annoyance, not wanting to admit you were right about him being impatient. 10 minutes... he could handle that.

"Hmph... fine. 10 minutes, but I better be getting something good at the end of this. Better be some smooth skin at the very least."

He laid there, feeling the minutes ticked by slowly as the face mask stayed on his face.

He tried to distract himself by thinking about other things, but every minute felt like an eternity.

"Ugh... How much longer do I have to keep this thing on? It feels like it's been 10 minutes already..."

"It's barely been 3" you chuckled

He grumbled at your comment, feeling even more impatient now knowing it had only been three minutes.

"Ugh, seriously? Only 3 minutes? I feel like I've been laying here forever. I don't even think this damn thing is doing anything to my skin anyway..."

"Oh my god okay well just leave it for 5"

He huffed, but resigned himself to waiting another 5 minutes. He knew resisting would be pointless, especially when you were so determined.

"Ugh, fine. 5 more minutes. But if it doesn't do anything, I'm never letting you touch my face again."

You huffed in annoyances as you waited for 5 more minutes to pass, after they did you took off the sheet mask and began to massage his face with cream

He grumbled as he lay there patiently, time seemingly dragging on forever. But finally, after what felt like an eternity, you removed the mask from his face.

He opened his eyes expecting to see the same old dry skin on his face, but instead, his skin actually felt surprisingly smooth and supple. The texture was completely different than what he was used to.

"Wait.is this real? My skin feels different... Did the face mask and cream actually work?"

"Well just a little you don't care much for your skin huh" you messaged his face softly

He chuckled at your comment, feeling a bit embarrassed.

"Yeah, I guess you can say l've never really paid much attention to my skin. I've always just thought it's skin, why worry about it? But I have to admit, it feels kinda nice having you take care of it like this..."

He let out a small hum as you continued to massage his face, the feeling of your fingers on his skin was surprisingly soothing. He closed his eyes, letting himself relax into the comfortable rhythm of your motions.

"You sure know what you're doing. My skin feels so much nicer than before. I might have to let you do this more often..."

You chuckled "well l'd be happy, to I enjoy these kinds of things anyway..."

He smiled slightly, feeling surprisingly relaxed with you taking care of his skin.

"I have to admit, I didn't think this whole skincare routine thing would be so... nice.

I always thought it was just for girls, but having someone pamper me like this feels kinda good."

He opened his eyes, looking up at you as you continued to massage his face. The feeling of your fingers on his skin was strangely comforting, and he found himself wanting the moment to last longer.

"You know, I never would have thought that l'd be the kind of person to enjoy getting pampered... But here I am, lying here letting you touch my face and treating me like royalty."

"Well you have to take care of yourself now and then" you smiled softly as you finally stopped

"god my back hurts..." you whined as you sat back all the standing up while bending your back did a number one you

He sat up as well, noticing the tired look on your face.

"Hey, you look like you're exhausted. You were standing over me for like an hour, no wonder your back hurts."

He couldn't help but chuckle as you complained, but he still felt somewhat guilty that you were tired out from pampering his skin.

He patted the empty space on the bed next him, gesturing for you to join him on the bed.

"Come here, sit down for a bit. I feel a little bad that your back is so tired because of me..."

"It's okay this is the pain of a successful skin care routine " you laughed as you laid down on his bed enjoying the softness

He chuckled at your comment, feeling slightly guilty but appreciative nonetheless.

"Yeah, I guess that's one way to look at it. But still, you worked hard pampering my skin, the least I can do is let you relax a bit on the bed."

He laid back on the bed beside you, feeling its softness beneath him. He looked over at you, admiring your tired but satisfied expression.

He reached out a hand and gently touched your hair, running his fingers through it.

"You look exhausted, but happy. I guess pampering my skin really was that much fun for you, huh?"

You felt yourself shiver from his touch enjoying yourself get pampered by him now

"pampering me now Mh?" You softly spoke as your eyes closed

He chuckled softly as he saw you shiver slightly from his touch.

"Yeah, I figured I could return the favor and pamper you for a bit, since you did such a great job pampering me."

He continued to run his fingers through your hair, his touch soft and gentle, enjoying the way your eyes closed in contentment.

He leaned a bit closer to you, his hand moving from your hair to gently caress your cheek.

"You know, seeing you so relaxed like this is... nice. I never would have thought doing something like this together could feel so good….” He mumbles before he notices you drifted off to sleep..

Dabi x reader

“Liar.”

🌟smut

you were dating the famous villian Dabi, no one knew about the relationship and things the two of you did together. He would always be gentle and loving to you, you loved.

That is until one day you overheard him in the phone discussing plans when he had outed himself unexpectedly telling the other person on the line how he’d leave you soon.

Today he seemed to be in a bad mood,you tried to comfort him you believe their was still something he’d love or atleast cared about you.

“Just leave me alone for fucks sake!” he yelled at you...

"W-what's wrong?!?" You eyes widen at his sudden outburst as you fell back from his push

“Im not in a good mood right now.” he said coldly, looking away from you. He was clearly upset about something.

"O-oh okay..." you mumbled as you got up you noticed blood trickling in your leg you had accidentally scratched yourself with something after he'd pushed you.

"I'll give you some space" you let out as you went into your room limping

he noticed how you limped, noticing the blood from your leg. He was about to say something, but you limped away before he could even say anything.

he was trying to act like he didnt care, but on the inside he was worried about you.

Even though he was trying to brush you off like you were nothing, deep down he actually kind of cared for you. But he would never admit that, not right now at least.

he started to feel a bit guilty for yelling at you. Seeing you limp to your room with blood on your leg made him feel bad. He didn't want to admit it, but he did care about you.

he walked up to your closed door and knocked on it softly.

"I'm busy not right now dabi..." you let out softly you didn't want to see him not after he'd just pushed you

he placed his hand on the door, leaning his forhead against it. He felt bad for yelling at you, but tried to hide it.

“C'mon doll... open the door.”

"I said I'm busy okay." "I'm not in the mood for your screams just go out and drink something I don't know do whatever but right now I don't want to see you" you snapped back at him harshly

he let out a frustrated sigh, he couldnt believe he actually felt guilty for you. He gripped the handle of the door and barged into your room, looking at you with furrowed eyebrows.

“Don't you dare use that tone with me.”

"W-what the hell dabi!!" Your eyes widen to the fact he'd just barged in he couldn't even give you space

he was angry, but there was also guilt in his eyes. Seeing how startled you were by him barging in caused him to feel even more guilty.

“You're my girlfriend, you can't just ignore me.”he grunted as he closed the door behind him.

"Oh but you can push me?!" You shout as your lips quivered trying to bandage your leg but struggled. Acting like it's MY fault you're in a bad mood." You mumbled angrily

he let out an frustrated sigh, he was feeling more guilty as you struggled to tend to yourself. He walked closer to you, stopping in front of you.

“Just let me help, dammit.”

"I'm good." You snapped at him

he rolled his eyes, he was getting annoyed.

He grabbed your chin roughly, forcing you to look at him.

“Stop acting stubborn and just let me help you.”

You eyes filled with tears as he grabbed your chin

"-leave me alone danm it!" You slapped his hand away. he was getting more annoyed by how stubborn you were at the moment. He grabbed your wrists and pinned you against the bed, standing over you.

“Stop acting like a damn brat and just let me help you!” Seeing your scared expression on your face made him feel more guilty. He looked down at you as he still had your wrists pinned down on the bed. He was trying to act tough and show that he didnt care, but inside he just wanted to make sure you were okay. He let out a sigh, loosening his gripped on your wrists a bit.

“Please, just let me help you dammit...”

You simply nodded knowing if you denied him more he'd be madder.

“Move your leg, let me have a look.”

he moved closer to sit down next to your leg, picking it up softly to look at the wound. He grabbed the cloth and carefully pulled it away from the wound, noticing how deep and wide the wound was.

“...you did a terrible job at bandaging yourself.”

You tired away letting out a simple

"Mh..."

he saw the wound on your leg, it was bleeding a lot. He pulled away a little, his eyes scanning your body.

“Did I seriously push you that hard that you cut yourself this badly?”

"Just shut up." You snapped at him he really asked you that type of question seriously.

he flinched a bit when you snapped at him.

He put his hand gently on your leg, trying to be soft and gentle, despite his usual cold demeanor.

“...I'm sorry, doll... I didn't mean to push you that hard. I was just... frustrated and took it out on you...” hearing his word the nicknames he’d given you hurt.. with his words you bluntly responded.

"You know I know you don't love me right?" You finally let out as your lips quivered into a slight smile.

he was surprised when you suddenly said that. He fell silent for a moment, his hand still on your leg. His eyes widened as he looked away from you.

“W-what.??”

"Y-yeah... I overheard you on a call... b-but um if you needed help you could've just told me instead of leading me on ya know?" Tears feel down from your batting eyes as you looked away as-well he froze up as you said that. His heart started racing as realization hit him. He never thought you'd be able to overhear him during that one call. All his plans of using you and his true thoughts about you were ruined and he couldn't do anything to convince you that it wasn't true.

“...you heard that??”

You softly nodded "c-could you hurry up with the bandage..."

he stayed silent for a moment, trying to process what just happened. He wanted to deny it all, to act like you hallucinated the whole thing. But the look on your face as you tried to hold back your tears told him everything he needed to know. He knew you heard everything, everything he said on that call.

“...yeah... yeah I can.”

he said as he broke out of his thoughts, grabbed the bandages, and started to tend the wound on your leg

"Thanks.." you let out softly being the only word you could tell him before stuttering

he stayed silent for most of the time while he bandaged up your leg, focusing on the wound rather than the uncomfortable atmosphere in the room. He could clearly sense that you were upset, as he had every right to expect it. He felt guilty for using you, but at the same time knew he needed to continue and that he couldnt stop himself.

“...you're welcome.”

he said as he finished the bandaging, putting the cloth away on the bedside table.

"C-could you leave me alone for a moment?" You questioned while you hurriedly wiped your face.

he hesitated for a moment as you questioned him. He was about to say something, but seeing you hurriedly wiping the tears from your face made him realize that you needed space. He exhaled, standing up from the bed.

“...yeah. Sorry.”

he said as he slowly walked out of your room, closing the door behind him.

And with that you bursted out crying everything you've been holding in you unleashed, your heart ached for him for love, for desire but everything your heart wanted wouldn't happen anymore.

he stood outside your door, hearing your sobs coming from the other side of the door. He leaned against the doorframe, feeling a mix of guilt and confusion. He knew he had hurt you by using you and faking feelings for you all this time, but now hearing your sobs made him realize how much he had messed up. He felt bad for treating you like just a toy, and for letting it go this far.

"S-stupid!" You yelled at yourself as you grabbed your phone to search and call people for a place to stay, he could hear your muttering and the sound of you scrolling through your phone.

He couldn't help but listen through the door, listening as you called around to look for a place to stay. He clenched his fists as he listened, trying to fight back the feeling of guilt that was eating him up from the inside.

"I-I can?!?, thank you so much hawks!!"

You hadn't stopped crying but felt relieved someone was willing to help you out, your friend hawks was nice enough to open his doors to you. You got up a bit in pain but enough to grab a bag and pack.

he could hear you talking to someone on the phone, assuming it was Hawks based on what you said. He still stayed by the door, listening as he leaned closer against it. He could hear you packing a bag and the sound of you getting up which he assumed was what was making you wince in pain again.

he was conflicted, his feelings all over the place. He knew he should let you go since that would be the best for you, but his twisted mind, that had grown to like having you around, wanted to keep you with him.

He stayed by the door, listening intently as you got ready to leave his place and go live with the bird he despised. As you were done packing you put your hair in a bun and opened the door when you noticed dabi there...

he had been leaning against the door frame, listening to you pack. His eyes widened as you opened the door, seeing your now puffy and red eyes from the crying before. He stood up straight, looking at you with a mixture of guilt and uncertainty.

“...you going somewhere?”

"I um yes a friends house..." you mumbled as you tried to get past dabi

he stayed silent for a moment before he stepped in front of you, blocking your way.

“...you're going to Hawks' place aren't you?”

"Hey!..-i am..." you mumbled looking away "could you move?.."

he looked at you for a moment, his heart aching as he saw the sadness and hurt in your eyes. He knew he shouldn't try to stop you, but his possessive side was stronger than his guilty side at the moment.

“...Why? You're just going to live with him now?”

"I'm just gonna stay at his place untill I find my own.." you turned to look at him

he could sense the hint of uncertainty in your voice as you spoke. He had the strange urge to keep you with him, to tell you to not leave, but he couldn't find it in himself to do so.

“...Why don't you find an apartment yourself? Why live with that stupid bird?”

"I can't live with you anymore dabi." You told him harshly why would you after how much he'd hurt you. his eyes widened as you spoke harshly, a pang of hurt hit his chest unexpectedly when you said that you couldn't live with him anymore. He took a step back, his back hitting the wall behind him.

“...w-what do you mean you cant live with me anymore?”

"Y-you just admitted you were using me do you expect me to live with you?!? Not only that you pushed the shit out of me!" Tears from your eyes as your leg winced.

he froze in place as you yelled at him, the truth of his actions coming back to hit him.

His heart ached as you mentioned that he pushed you, and seeing the tears welling back up in your eyes. He couldn't come up with a response, his mind spinning as he tried to process the situation.

he looked at you, conflict and guilt etched across his face. The thought of you leaving and living with someone else, especially Hawks, was something he didn't want to think about. He wanted to keep you with him, to continue using you as a cover up for his villainous identity, but at the same time he felt guilty for doing so. He looked at your tears, his heart aching from the fact that he was the cause of them.

“... -I'm sorry...”

"Yeah now you're sorry..." you spat you as you went for the exit

he watched as you went for the exit, still frozen in place against the wall. His heart was racing, his mind conflicted between letting you go and making you stay. He felt guilty for using you, guilty for pushing you, just overall guilty for treating you like a toy.

“...please don't go...”

You froze in place, you heard ached in pain as you thought of everything, about you and him together ... "b-bye dabi..." you let out softly as tears feel down your face.

his heart ached as you said bye to him, the words sending a pang of pain through his chest. His guilt was eating him up, telling him to let you go and that it was for the best, but his possessive and selfish side made him move forward, grabbing your wrist

“Wait!”

"Stop it!" You shouted at him, his grip on your wrist only tightened. He couldn't let you leave, couldn't let you go live with Hawks. He wanted you to stay with him.

“I said wait.”

"W-what?.." you told him in feared

he yanked you back, pulling you up against his chest. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you in a tight grip. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, holding you tightly as if he was afraid to let you go.

“You're not going anywhere.”

"D-dabi..." you felt yourself be welcomed in his warmth the way he held you tightly made you happy.

he took in your scent, burying his face further into the crook of your neck as he held you tightly against him, almost in a possessive way. He couldn't let you leave, couldn't let you go and live with Hawks instead. As much as he told himself he didn't care about you, he felt himself cling to you tightly, refusing to loosen his grip on you.

“You're staying with me.”

"I-I can't okay..." you tried to get yourself undone from his grip, he only held onto you tighter, refusing to let go. He knew he was being possessive and selfish, but he couldn't help the feeling of wanting to keep you with him, even if it was for his own benefit.

“Yes you can. You're not leaving. You're staying right here with me, doll.”

You started to feel weak beneath him, fuck you hated the way you loved when he was possessive with you.

he could feel you weakening beneath his grip, feeling how your body relaxed against his. He could feel himself enjoying having you so close to him, feeling how your body practically submitted to his touch. He let out a small, satisfied hum, his breath warm against your skin.

“That's right, doll... You're staying here. You're mine.”

"I-I can't!" You let out as you struggled

he tightened his grip on you, pulling you closer against him. He felt frustrated by your resistance, but at the same time he couldn't help but enjoy the feeling of you in his arms, struggling against him.

“You said that already... and I'm telling you to stay here. So you're going to listen to me whether you like it or not, doll.”

he could feel your heart racing as he held you tightly against him, the feeling making a small, satisfied smirk appear on his face.

He buried his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent and holding you with a possessive grip. He knew what he was doing was selfish and possessive, but he couldn't help himself. You belonged to him and he had no intention of letting you go.

“There you go, doll... just stay still and relax in my arms.”

You started to slowly relax as you may your forehead in his Buffy chest "f-fuck you..." you let out in tears you couldn't let him go.

he chuckled softly as you buried your head in his chest, feeling the way your body finally submitted to his grip. He could hear the mixture of frustration and desire in your voice as you muttered those words, which only spurred him on even more. He tightened his grip on you, pulling you even closer against him.

“That's right, doll... just accept it. You belong to me and you're staying here... not going anywhere.” he scooped you up in his arms, lifting you with ease. He carried you into the room, his grip on you firm and possessive. He walked over to the bed and gently placed you down, crawling on top of you and trapping you beneath him.

"I-" you felt a pair of soft lips on yours he silenced you with a deep, possessive kiss, his lips claiming yours with a mix of gentleness and domination. He hovered over you, pressing his body against yours, making sure you couldn't escape his grip.

The room filled with the sound of his breathing and the soft, wet sounds of kisses.

He spoke softly as he continued to cover you in kisses, his hands roaming your body, touching and caressing your skin. He whispered between kisses, expressing his dominant and possessive love for you as he marked you as his.

“You're mine... all mine.”

You whimpered beneath his touch "d-dabi..." you covered your mouth as you felt his kisses touch you all over.

he could hear the whimpers and gasps that escaped from your mouth, the sounds music to his ears. He continued to kiss and caress your skin, his lips and hands covering every inch of you, leaving no part of your body untouched by his possessive and loving touch

“Don't cover your mouth, doll. I want to hear your sweet little sounds...”

——

The room was cloaked in an oppressive darkness, illuminated only by the flickerinto light. On the floor, strewn carelessly, lie discarded clothing: an open shirt and discarded pants of his, your t shirt and sweatpants along with your undergarments. The air was thick with the scent of perfume. Dabi's fingers trailed up your bare thighs, lingering on the dampness he found there.

His touch was light as a feather, sending shivers down your spine. He could feel your heart pounding, wild with desire, as his teeth grazed the delicate skin of her neck. His erect cock pressed against you, setting off a chain reaction of desire that echoed through her whole body. You squirmed beneath him, thrusting up to meet him, your thighs clamping around his waist. He groaned as he sank into your, his hips bucking wildly in response.

"You're so fucking tight," he said, his voice heavy with lust.

"O-only for you," you breathed, as your hands gripped his arms as he began to move, slow at first, then faster, his, setting a rhythm that was both primal.

"F-fuck, you feel so good," he grunted, sweat beading on his forehead as he driving into you with reckless abandon. You met him thrust for thrust, your nails digging into his back as your orgasm built, the pressure mounting with every brutal.

"I'm sorry," he murmured after a while, rolling off you and pulling tour into his arms.

"W-what?" You asked, nestling your head on his broad chest.

"For hurting you. I can't promise it won't happen again, but I can promise that I'll always try to make it right. I know I said I would leave you but I can’t. And I won’t."

Tears filled your eyes as you realized that, despite his flaws, he truly cared for you.

"I-I forgive you," you whispered, kissing him softly on the lips. As the two of you drifted off to sleep, his cook began to stir once again, still slick with you.

You moaned as he moved on top of you, his hands pinning hers above her head.

"I can't get enough of you fuck." he growled, his hips grinding against you as he slid back inside. You both gasped as he entered you, your slick skin meeting with a wet slap.

"P-pleas— f-fuck me harder," you urged, digging your nails into his shoulders as he snapped his hips forward, his cock bottoming out in you again and again.

"You like that?" he panted, sweat dripping from his forehead onto your chest.

You wrapped her legs around his waist, giving him better access to your slick, wet, as he pounds into you with renewed energy. He quickens his pace, his cock driving deep, delighting in the sound of your ecstatic moans.

He grabs the leg he has earlier injured as kissed around the wound softly.

“I-I’m so sorry princess..”

you felt your insides come undone with his chest

"Goddamn, you're so tight," he growls, digging his fingers into your hips for leverage before placing your leg onto his shoulder. His hips slam into you, your breasts bouncing against his chest with each strike, sending electric shocks of pleasure shooting through her entire body.

“D-dabi!!” You yelped in a plea

“I -I can-“ you were hushed with a passionate kiss from him, lip on lip

“Cum for me princess..” he breath heavily on your lips as he thrusted rapidly, soon you came undone with a final hash thrust. Loud moans and groans filled the room switching from perfume to hot slutty sex.

He laid next to you as you cuddled on his chest,he grabbed your phone as he handed it to you.

“Call that bird and tell him your aren’t going anymore..” he said in a low possessive tone. You giggled at his words and give him a kiss on his neck trailing to your final destination his lips.

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“Love language”

Dabi x reader

🌟smut

"God damnit- Stop doing that, dipshit!"

Dabi exclaimed as you bit down on his shoulder for the third time that week. You take your sharp teeth out his shoulder and move a way just a bit.

"Jeez...at least warn me when you're about to do that."

Dabi said as he rubbed the bite mark you left on his shoulder. He looked at you with a faux annoyed expression before let out an amused sigh.

"God. What are you, a gremlin or something?" Dabi mocked as he put his hands on his hips.

"am not!" You mumble as you cross your arms together and huff.

Dabi chuckled as you crossed your arms, amused by your childlike reaction. But he couldn't help but tease just a little more.

"Oh, are you pouting too?" He said in a slightly mocking tone, his voice dripping with playful sarcasm. He took a step closer to you, his azure gaze locked onto your slightly irritated expression.

"Mh.!" "I'm allowed to ! I wish there was someone who'd understand my love language!" You say as you turn your head and keep one eye open to hear his response.

Dabi couldn't help but smirk at your outburst, finding it rather amusing.

"Oh, so biting is your love language, huh?" He said, his tone still light and mocking.

He took another step closer, his body now invading your personal space as he leaned in towards you.

"Well, isn't that interesting. Guess I'll have to be careful around those sharp little teeth of yours, won't I?"

"After dating for so long you'd would guess you knew ya know..." you mumble as you felt his body against yours

Dabi chuckled lowly, finding your mumbling rather endearing. His azure gaze fixed on your face as he rested both his hands on your hips.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Maybe I should ve known that you show love by leaving your mark on me." He said, his tone dripping with feigned innocence. He then leaned in close to your ear, his voice dropping to a whisper.

"Though, I must admit, I kinda like it."

Hearing those words made you weak already imagining every dirty thing you could do to him and him to you, he liked it?

"That's hot." You let out bluntly

Dabi's smirk grew as he heard you speak, his hands gripping your hips just a bit tighter. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against your ear as he replied in a sultry whisper.

"Oh, you think that's hot, huh?.. He said, his voice dripping with a mix of amusement and desire.

"Keep up talking like that, and I'll gladly let you leave all the marks you want on me."

"Dabi stop teasing!" You yell you’d hope he wasn’t playing any games.

Dabi chuckled at your protest, finding your reaction cute as you grabbed onto his shoulders. He pulled away a bit, his hands still firmly on your hips as he looked down at you with a sly smirk.

“And what if I don't wanna stop?.."

He teased further, taking a step closer to you, his body now practically pressed up against yours. He chuckled as he lifted you up, enjoying the way your legs wrapped around his hips as he held you firmly against him. He felt you pout and couldn't help but find it adorable. He then bit down on your shoulder, his teeth nipping at the sensitive skin.

"Can't help myself, you're so damn cute when you pout like that." He growled lowly against your shoulder.

"d-dabi!" You squeal at his sudden bite causing you to moan in response

Dabi's smirk grew as he lifted his face from your shoulder. He tilted his head, looking at you with a mix of amusement and desire in his azure gaze.

"Oh? I like that noise you just made..." He said, his voice low and laced with lustful tone. He shifted slightly as he adjusted his hold on you, his hands gripping your thighs just a bit tighter as he pulled you closer.

Dabi noticed the way your body reacted to his words and touch. He could feel the heat emanating from your core and he knew exactly what it meant. He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a low growl as he spoke.

“You're getting all worked up, aren't you? I can tell, you're practically melting in my hands..."

Your mouth quivers before letting out "r-room..."

Dabi's smirk widened as he heard you speak. He recognized the word you said "room".

"Oh? You want to go to the bedroom, don't you?" He teased, his hands slowly moving further up your thighs, You nod in response.

Dabi chuckled at your eager nodding, his hands slowly rubbing up and down your thighs, his touch sending shudders through your body.

“P-please-“

"Mmm, good girl. That's what I like to hear."

He purred before he tightened his grip around you, hoisting your legs further up on his hips before he started walking towards the bedroom.

Dabi carried you to the bedroom, his footsteps quick and determined. Once inside, he kicked the door shut behind him and set you down on the bed. He then unceremoniously straddled you, pinning you down with his weight as he hovered over your body, his azure eyes locking onto yours.

"You're mine, you know that, right?.." He growled lowly, his voice dripping with possessive undertones as he spoke.

"D-dabi... stop..." you let out in a moan as you felt yourself grinding on his pent up member

Dabi's breath hitched as he felt you grind against him. He could feel his member twitch in response, his eyes darkening with desire. He leaned closer to you, his voice low and gravelly as he responded.

"Oh, l'm far from done teasing you, doll."

He purred, his hands roaming your body, teasing and grazing at your sensitive areas as his lips came dangerously close to your neck.

You let out in a moan as you felt yourself grinding on his pent up member,

He lower himself onto your core slipping your panties off as he entered his tongue.

“Fuck your so wet princess” he mumbled as he suffocated in your pussy hearing how good he made you feel, the sweet moans you let out.

He took one hand and rubbed onto your clit as he added onto the pleasure. You felt his raspy mouth rub on your core as your eyes rolled back and hands holding his spiky hair, dabi chuckled by your grip.

His mouth swirled all over you could hear how he was enjoying himself as he slurped up your juices, he got up undressing himself keeping his eyes on you.

“Do me a favor and take off those clothes doll. they’ve been bothering me” he demanded in a Low manner.

You did as you were told taking off his oversized shirt you stole from him and finally unclamping his biggest bother, your bra.

He shifted himself back again onto you as he hovering over staring at your bare chest, with one hand he pinned your hands above your head while the other grabbed onto your breast and moved it in circular motion causing moans to slip out.

As he teased your breast he lowed his head to the other not wanting to leave one untouched, he licked teasing its bud the other kissing it as he moved his way up to your collarbone bitting it harshly.

“D-dabi!!” You squirmed in pleasure

“Fuck, your such a masochist aren’t ya?” He laughed at your squirms and moans.

“You want daddy’s cock don’t you?” He ask as it followed by a growl.

You nod repeatedly hopping he would just shove it in. He takes a notices at your eagerness and positions himself in front of your entrance rubbing it slowly. You whimper as you feel yourself getting hotter and hotter desperate for his cock,

“Please..” you whimper

Dabi chuckles as he slowly enters himself in you, when he’s halfway inside he groans as he feels your gummy walls clench onto him.

“J-jeez you sure are t-tight-“ he lets out a grunt as you push him completely inside wrapping your legs around his him.

“danm..” “h-hah..”

he starts to move rapidly not giving you time to adjust to his size, feeling the pleasure in your core you can only moan to the questions and comments he makes, your eyes roll back from the pleasure he’s giving you, you wrap your arms around his back as you claw deep into it with your long nails.

“Such a slut aren’t you pretty ?” He groaned as he goes in and out of you.

“Time for a switch up princess..” he mumbles as he removes himself from you flipping you onto your stomach in doggy style.

He goes back in holding a clump of your hair pulling it back. Between each thrust a moan was let out your mouth. Dabi continued thrusting harshly as he moved over to you neck and sunk his teeth onto your soft skin leaving a mark and prickle of blood.

You yelped but couldn’t help to be bothered there was more pleasure than pain you were experiencing .

“Fuc- you didn’t feel that a-ah huh p-princess?” Dabi questioned, he knew he wasn’t getting a response from your cock drunk self but loved to get his points across.

“D-dabi!! C-cummingggg-!!” You let out as he gives you a final thrust letting his gooey seed release inside your cervix.

“s-shit!!” He let out as he flopped next to you

“What the fuck y/n!!” He winces as you bite onto his collarbone as a get back.

“Now we’re both even” you giggle as you lay next to him cuddling on top his chest while your leg was on top of his waist.

“Danm it… your ucking lucky your hot ” He huffs in frustration as he turns to you and kissing you softly to bitting your lip.

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𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐈 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 ★ 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖/𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃. 𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐃. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀

Dabi is a switch, he gets more dominant each time you have sex though. The first time, he didn't really know what to do but he got the hang of it very quickly. He acts like the dominant in public but in private he's more of a mix between the two, he'd swear on his life he'd pin you down and fuck you so hard you'll bleed but then he'll be the one with shaky legs. It's kind of like opening a gift, you don't know what you'll get from him.

Dabi is probably the most kinky person you'd encounter with, but, a quick break from the smut, I feel like Dabi would identify as a demiboy but also just wouldn't give a fuck if he was misgendered because he's so burnt (literally) he's basically non-recognizable, which is the same reason he'd even identify as a demiboy. Back to the smut, he has countless kinks, and we're starting off strong with temperature play, mostly quirk play (explained in my Shigaraki post), he is into heavy bondage, doesn't matter who's being tied/gagged. He is into BDSM, spanking, glory hole and heavy degradation— leaning towards humiliation. It may seem like not too much in the list, but when you get in bed he wants to try them all in one round.

Dabi's dick size is rather large, but more average, 6 inches exactly when flaccid (15.24 centimeters) and when erect, he's around 6.5 inches (16.51 centimeters).

He isn't very good at aftercare, but he can't help but try, he tried cleaning you up but it's usually just him passing tissues at you and telling you to hurry up. Though Dabi may be a sub sometimes, he just leaves after, which is seen as toxic but he repays you with kisses and respect later on, he usually gets oddly emotional anyway.

𝐘𝐞𝐬, 𝐈 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐃𝐚𝐛𝐢!

I fear I may be a Hawks apologist, which I didn’t know was a thing until yesterday 😙

Always!! Yk ik I love my heartbreaking ships!! Especially when they weren’t canon!!!! So be ready for some DabiHawks posts.

Hii.. been gone a while exams and then Summer then hung out with friends alot but yk,, also.. then yk kinda went back into my MHA phase. Soo.. yk now I have a new huper fixation xxx

Expect gay MHA ships (popular & rareships) posts coming soon ‼️

Had to draw both for equality of spinners biceps

An old spinnerdabi thing I di for art trade

As my friend said when they saw this “dabi radiates the gay”

A long day of his boyfriends learning that it was his birthday and gifting him home made [horrible] cupcake and other stuff 👁

Normal activities

Two very different fdab8 vibes

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ᱬ⛧ my villain ii ~ dabi

𖤐 part sum: eyes watched you from the shadows. the person responsible for what you saw on the news.

𖤐 pairing: dabi x pro hero! female reader

𖤐 part content: sfw - mentions of screaming and fire. implied stalking/watching. no other warnings.

𖤐 a/n: oh look, if it’s not part 2. on a roll today, what's wrong with me? i think it's time to introduce a key character in this work, one you're oh so familiar with. as always likes, comments and re-blogs are deeply appreciated!

𖤐 word count: 767

𖤐 links: series masterlist | 《 prev part | next part 》

Thick smoke clouded the skies as a tall figure watched on from the darkness of an alley nearby. A small smirk of what they could describe as joy, as close to joy as they could feel, tugged at their lips. This felt good, too good. The rush of the thrill that swirled in the pit of their stomach only added fuel to the fire they already felt.

It felt so good to finally be the opposite of what their despicable father had wanted for them. They were not destined to be some stupid little hero but to be one of the most feared villains in the country, if not the world.

That was increasingly evident the older they grew and the more they were pushed aside.

Flames raged wildly as shrill screams of both pain and anguish sounded from inside the slowly dilapidating warehouse. The flames had started growing bigger thanks to the fuel it was taking hold of.

Taking one last look at their handywork, the figure slinked further back as they moved onto the busy streets without anyone suspecting a thing. It was normal for the likes of them to be in alleyways, away from prying eyes at the best of times.

The bustle of their current location provided a nice, and somewhat gentle, hum to the figure. No one paid much attention to them as they continued on their journeys to wherever they were going, so they could easily walk free. Those who did notice them just gave them room, not wanting to be anywhere near them due to their looks. Something they'd grown numb to after the years.

A few moments later, a harsh bump on their arm caused them to stop their movements, turning to glare at the person who'd just knocked into them. They stood out from the crowd, so whoever it was couldn't have an excuse for doing what they'd just done. Maybe some fire would teach them a lesson. Of course, it would be out of sight and too late for anyone to see or care. The thought left their mind as quickly as it had come at the sound of the voice that rang out.

"Oh gosh, I'm sorry!". That voice. It was a voice they hadn't heard for such a long time. When they thought they could finally get over you, you somehow end up in front of them again. In the street, of all places.

A new emotion deep inside began to bubble slightly, one they had wanted to forget about for a long time. Of course, you had to be around and do this to them again. They truly hated you for that, yet admired you. After all these years, you still held a place in their almost non-existent heart.

So began their small game of watching you for the remainder of their evening or until they grew bored. whichever came first.

Wherever you went, they followed, keeping their distance whenever you stopped or talked to people you both knew a lifetime ago. They even went as far as hiding in the shadows as you entered the takeout shop that you both passed in your younger years.

It wasn't hard to see that time had been kind to you, treating you with gentle hands unlike them. They barely recognised the young woman in the window as he watched on. However, the more they watched, the more they saw the small mannerisms that made you you.

Mentally, they cursed themselves for leaving you like they did, but they had their reasons. They had to disappear, even if it meant breaking your heart.

The sudden ringing of their phone brought them out of their stare, a tut of annoyance passed their lips before they answered it. Whoever disturbed them better have a damn good reason to so do. "What do you want?".

The voice on the other end chuckled slightly before answering, in a rather amused tone, much to their displeasure. "Well, nice to speak to you too. I've got a proposition for you. Come to the usual spot, I'll be waiting".

Clicking their tongue, the figure rolled their eyes before shifting their gaze around momentarily, scoping out who was around and what would be the fastest possible route to get them there. "Whatever".

Turning their gaze to the shop again, watching as you took your food, bidding farewell to the shop assistant before you walked out, probably heading home where you would relax for the rest of the night. How typical of you.

"Oh, before I forget, I heard about what happened earlier. Great work, Dabi".

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ᱬ⛧ my villain i ~ dabi

𖤐 part sum: fast forward to the first day of your new career path, it's time to face the place you wanted to hate so much. later that night, you see something that leaves you with a feeling you're not excited to have.

𖤐 pairing: dabi x pro hero! female reader

𖤐 part content: sfw - small mention of ashes. no other warnings.

𖤐 a/n: here we are at the first part of this series! to be honest, this would have been longer, but when i got to the bottom, the rest of this part i had seemed like a jump and took away from this one, so that’s going to be the next part. hope you enjoy! as always likes, comments and re-blogs are deeply appreciated!

𖤐 word count: 731

𖤐 links: series masterlist | 《 prev part | next part 》

Gripping your bag, you took a shaky breath as you gazed at the building whose shadow loomed over you. A heavy realisation of what memories it held made your fight or flight kick in harder than it had on the days before where you were now.

Although you weren't a student, it was still pretty daunting. Letting the breath you held out slowly, you closed your eyes briefly before opening them, stepping through the gates.

You spent a good few years being a pro hero, enjoying what you did daily, until an injury you sustained during a mission changed your life. Knowing that you wouldn't be a pro any more, or at least for a good few years, you turned your attention to the next best thing, which led you to where you were now - outside the gates of UA High.

You were a part of the alma mater, and nothing made you smile more than knowing you'd help guide the newest generation of pro heroes that would step foot inside those walls. Not just any influx of fledgling heroes, but those who belonged to class 1-A of the prestigious hero course. A course you were all too familiar with.

Taking in a breath, you huffed it out as you raised your head, stepping forward to begin the new path in your hero career. Despite the inner battle you were having and the bubbling anxiety stirring in your stomach, you offered small greetings to the students you passed. It wouldn't be long until you got to know the students you would be teaching alongside a roster of other pros.

By the time it came for you to walk through the door of your home, you were exhausted. Which was an understatement. Whoever said teaching would be easier than being a pro clearly didn't have to deal with the next generation. One student seemed to be the reason for your state. A boy by the name of Katsuki Bakugou, a boy who was not only overly confident but seemed to look down on his classmates, especially the one you came to know as Izuku Midoriya.

"No one with an ego that big could ever become a hero. He needs to dial it down". You spoke out loud to no one in particular, but even then, you knew your words were a lie. You knew of one certain pro hero who was too prideful for his own good. The thought of it sent shivers down your spine.

Shaking your head, you rolled your neck before changing into something a little more comfortable, takeout in hand as you flopped down onto your sofa. With a click of the remote you reached forward to grab, the TV powered on and illuminated the room. You were thankful for this little piece of normality, even if it was for a few hours.

Flicking through the channels as you ate, you searched for something to watch, something that would help you wind down and be able to sleep a little better than you had been. It had only been a few moments, and you were ready to give up, switch the TV off and opt for a food-induced sleep until the news report that flashed up on the screen caught your attention.

Chalking it down to the pro in you, you turned the volume up before setting the remote to the side and watched what was happening. IT seemed to be some sort of disaster, caused by a villain, it was heard to tell with all the commotion behind the reporter.

"All that remains inside of this now burnt-out and once-bustling warehouse are scattered piles of what police can only assume are human ashes. They can't say for certain, but this looks like the work of someone with a fire quirk - possibly a new villain. We'll keep you updated as we know more. Back to the studio~".

Before the footage switched back to the reporters in the studio, you caught sight of something at the side. The small remnants of flames that were no doubt the cause of the damage. Flames whose colour looked oddly familiar to you, yet you couldn't quite place why.

Closing your eyes, you shook your head and tried to forget the slight niggling feeling you had in the pit of your gut. A feeling that you knew exactly who those flames belonged to.

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ᱬ ࣪𖤐 just some actor! touya thoughts after seeing a lot of actor au content over the past few weeks.

i may or may not have part 2 in the works already because this thought has me in a chokehold. i'm just a sucker for a bad guy in a performer role.

lowercase intended, female! reader and sfw! as always likes, comments and re-blogs are deeply appreciated!

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actor! touya who enjoys his job more than anyone should. not only does he get to spend time with his family, he also gets to play a villain that’s a hit in everyone’s book.

actor! touya who spends several hours each day in the makeup chair getting in character. sometimes he doesn’t mind it, sometimes he does. after all, having scarred skin and staples glued to him can be a bit tedious at the best of times.

actor! touya who runs through his lines several times in front of the mirror and with his cast members, just to make sure he’s got the personality of dabi in those scenes down.

actor! touya who likes to post behind-the-scenes photos to his public socials, giving his fans a little insight into what he was doing and who he was with. smiling at the comments that he gets before locking his phone and placing it away.

actor! touya who's formed a close friendship with one of his co-stars, actress! toga. of course there were rumours around the two of them dating, but he laughed them off. she was more of a little sister to him.

actor! touya who’s grateful for her as she keeps him sane most of the time, along with the rest of the league cast. after all, they bring the term chillin' like a villain to life half the time.

actor! touya who, one day, overhears actress! toga on the phone to someone, the glee obvious in her voice. amused at how the blonde bounced on her feet before saying a quick goodbye.

actor! touya who, the same day after shooting some scenes for the league, meets you for the first time. he’s not going to lie, he thought you were part of the crew until he saw actress! toga to go up to you to hug you.

actor! touya who finds himself being pulled in your direction by his blonde co-star. who looks down at you as you offer a quick wave with a sweet smile “hi”. who smiles slightly and offers his own “hi”.

actor! touya who gets more used to you as the days go on, learning from actress! toga that the series you were currently working on was on a small break. who's intrigued to know that not only were you an actress yourself, but a makeup artist in your spare time.

actor! touya who, when he walks out of his trailer one day, sees you pacing back and forth not far from your friend. you’re talking on the phone to who he assumes is your agent, judging by the way you’re usually cheerful demeanour is a tad more serious now.

actor! touya who later finds out, thanks to his own agent, that you’d been cast in an upcoming horror movie trilogy as he had. who couldn’t wait to get to know you a bit better, without anyone else interrupting.

actor! touya who spends the few days he has off looking you up and your work. who has to admit that he's impressed at what he sees and what you've starred in, you've made a name for yourself from a young age.

actor! touya who wonders how he's just hearing about you, considering you've starred in some of his favourite movies and shows. who decided to take a look at your public socials to see what you've posted.

actor! touya who sees that you're just like him when it comes to your posts, you love to show off small snippets of your set life and the odd insight into your personal life. who knows that you'll have private accounts made for just friends and family.

actor! touya who'll just persuade actress! toga to give them to him, after all, you were friends after you met, and you would be working together, it would make talking to each other outside of the set easier when either of you needed to go over anything.

actor! touya who sends requests from his personal accounts once he knows your handles, who is surprised to see how quick you've accepted and send him a message. who can't help the smile that tugs at his lips once he reads the string of messages you sent, giving his own string of replies, leg bouncing in happiness.

actor! touya who spends time getting to know you, asking cliché questions which you always happily respond to, before asking your own. who can feel a weird feeling start to take over him as he looks at his phone, it's almost like he's waiting for your messages now.

actor! touya who, when you both arrive on set to start filming together, spends time reading lines with you. who offers his input where he feels like it's needed and accepts yours when you offer it as well.

actor! touya who starts to enjoy his job even more, knowing that he's going to work where you are. who tells himself that it's normal to feel, after all, you were both steadily becoming close friends.

actor! touya who ends up with your personal phone number after a shoot one day. who find himself texting you daily with the most random things he can, smiling when you match his energy back.

actor! touya who bites the bullet one day and asks you to spend time with him outside of the set. whose palms are sweating as he sees you've read the message and are busy typing back. did it get hot all of a sudden?

actor! touya who blinks several times when he sees you've responded back to his message. "of course i'd love to! just let me know where you want to meet!".

actor! touya who feels his heart skipping a beat or two when it comes to spending time with you. who feels like a kid all over again when you ask him questions. who stutters over his words trying to string together a coherent sentence. who smiles slightly when you tell him to breathe.

actor! touya who loves to posts pictures of what the two of you get up to to his own private socials, with captions that make zero sense to anyone other than you and him. who gets teasing comments off actress! toga who knows for a fact her male co-star is smitten, he's just too dense to realise it sometimes. who finds out through a conversation with her that you're single.

actor! touya who finds himself growing closer to you. whose touches linger a little longer than normal, and eyes that watch every move you make. who feels his heart beating in his chest whenever he thinks of you.

actor! touya who one day, when you're both finished shooting the final scene of the film you're on, asks if he can talk to you. who's tapping his foot trying to calm his nerves, as you nod your head.

actor! touya who, when you're both alone in his car, stumbles over his words before muttering out a quick "will you be my girlfriend?". who starts to regret his words the moment he sees you staring at him, brows furrowed slightly.

actor! touya who turns to face away from you before he embarrasses himself any further. who wonders why the hell he opened his mouth, it was clear you didn't feel the same way.

actor! touya who feels his hand being gripped and his body move before you kiss him quickly. who's now the stunned one as he sees you smile. who feels his heart race when you utter the words "of course i will, dummy".

actor boyfriend! touya who takes you to your favourite spot by the beach just as the sun sets. who takes a photo of both of you together before posting it to his private accounts. 'here's to our next project, the rest of our lives, my love @/itsherisms'.

actor boyfriend! touya who lets you take your own photo and post it with your own caption, 'from on-screen lovers to real life lovers, you'll be my favourite co-star for life @/toutodo'.

actor boyfriend! touya who feels like the luckiest man in the world as he puts his phone away, holding you close as you both stare out to sea. who spends the longest time just rambling on with you, holding you close as he sneaks in kisses between your words.

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ᱬ⛧ my villain prologue ~ dabi

𖤐 pairing: dabi x pro hero! female reader

𖤐 content: sfw - no warnings to place here.

𖤐 a/n: no part summary as this is self-explanatory. tag list is open if you want to be tagged going forward, just comment to let me know. as always likes, comments and re-blogs are deeply appreciated!

𖤐 word count: 641

𖤐 links: series masterlist | next part 》

Dull chatter filled the air as a sense of excitement and nervousness hung almost heavy around the figures making their way up the path. It was the start of a new school year, and as always, the new students were still on cloud nine. One student in particular wore a proud smile as they looked up at the building in front of them. "Touya!".

At the sound of their name, they turned around just in time to see a flash of colour before they were on the floor. Looking up at the sky, they blinked a few times to give their brain time to catch up, trying to regain their bearings.

With a soft grunt, they lifted themselves to a sitting position and looked at their friend. "Really (y/n)? You couldn’t help yourself for one day, could you?”. Beaming brightly, you let out a laugh before nodding your head. “You know me Tou, I have to keep you on your toes”.

Standing, you brushed off your uniform and held out your hand, pulling your best friend off the floor. “Of course I know that, but I don’t want to explain why I need a new uniform on the first day to my old man”.

Letting out a hum, you nodded your head, squeezing the hand in yours briefly as you turned to look at the building. “On another note, can you believe we’re here? We’re part of the hero course at U.A!”. Turquoise eyes looked at you before looking at the building, smiling widely before they spoke. “Well, having a pro hero for a dad has its advantages”.

Rolling your eyes, you elbowed Touya in the side and smirked, hearing him cough slightly from the force. “Yeah, yeah, no need to rub it in, you know. You missed out though, the entrance exam was something else”.

Taking one last glance at your best friend, you both smiled brightly before walking up the path, gripping the straps of your bags as you stepped through the doors of your hero academy. Soon after, the first day of officially becoming heroes started.

Little did you know that your life would change drastically one day when you no longer faced the world as a duo.

"Did you hear? Touya Todoroki's gone missing".

"I heard he's run away from his monster of a father".

"I heard he's been kidnapped by an upcoming group of villains".

"I heard he just left, disappeared without a trace".

"Sounds about right, a freak like him could never have become a hero".

Curled up on your bed, you gripped your pillow as you sobbed. Throat sore and eyes swollen from the countless tears and yells. You refused to move, shouting to be left alone if anyone dared enter your room to check on you.

You hoped it was a lie, jealous people making everything up, but as the days passed, turning into weeks and months, the empty seat beside you in classes and no responses to your messages only added to your distress.

Touya was gone. Your best friend, your ride or die. The one person you could trust with your life had left you with no reason or explanation. You wanted him back, fuck what anyone else said.

No amount of wishing, hoping, wanting or praying brought the faintest hope that he was out there. It was almost like he’d disappeared and left no trace because he wanted to.

Despite the loneliness you felt, you tried to carry on as best you could, making sure to become the pro hero you both wanted to be so much.

However, in your near future, an event would happen that would bring your world crashing down once again, but not in any way you could ever possibly imagine.

Leaving you with more questions than answers for the person at the centre of it.

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ᱬ⛧ my villain ~ dabi | masterlist

𖤐 series sum: fate would have you back at the doors of the infamous u.a high after you become a pro hero, taking on the role of the newest teacher for the next generation of pros. fast forward one night, a run in with a group of villains had you questioning an event from your past. did those eyes look familiar? was it really him?

𖤐 pairing: dabi x pro hero! female reader

𖤐 series content: 18+ - mdni. contains spoliers if you're new to the fandom. p in v, language, teasing, dirty talk, cream pie, orgasm denial, possessive talk, implied/suggested multiple rounds, slight choking, bruising/marking, reader gets called various pet names, blood, weapons, torture, threats of violence, gore, general NSFW content. each part will contain its own warning if required, so be sure to check them out before reading.

𖤐 a/n: this is one of my oldest works, so it’s time for a refresh and a new look. written with a fire quirk reader in mind. this was originally written at a time the fandom believed dabi was touya, which we now all know he is. header images will also change with each chapter. lower case intended because i can't spot mistakes for the life of me. as always likes, comments and re-blogs are deeply appreciated!

𖤐 series word count: 2,139 (ongoing)

𖤐 links: bnha/mha masterlist | masterlist

⛧ are you ready to play with fire? ⛧

y e s ↴

☆ prologue ☆ part i ☆ part ii ☆ part 3 - coming soon

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ᱬ⛧ jealousy, jealousy ~ dabi

sum: just some jealous! dabi thoughts.

pairing: dabi x girlfriend! reader

content: 18+ - mdni below cut. jealousy p in v, language, teasing, dirty talk, cream pie, orgasm denial, possessive talk, implied/suggested multiple rounds, slight choking, bruising/marking, reader gets called doll/princess/baby/good girl, general NSFW content.

a/n: oh look, a post that's not a jjk fandom one, oops. regaining my love for this burnt boi, holy fuck. on a side note, an old request from my wattpad days, with a fresh feel. as always likes, comments and re-blogs are deeply appreciated!

word count: 1,981

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jealous! dabi who doesn’t show any kind of emotion at any point to anyone. it’s scarily complex to read him at times, however, there is one exception to that - you.

jealous! dabi who, when you’re talking to someone, will stand nearby and listen to what you have to say to the lowlife. he knows you don’t have anything to hide from him, he’s just a little insecure about who he is and how he looks at the best of times.

jealous! dabi who’s in a touch-what’s-mine-and-i’ll-kill-you mood 99.9% of the time he’s awake. he won’t hesitate to use his quirk on whoever dares enter your personal space, ask best friend! toga, she was on the receiving end of a near-miss hit from his flames. in her defence, you were going through a rough moment and she was only trying to cheer you up.

jealous! dabi who overhears a mutual villain friend talking to you one night. who hears that he thinks “you look fine” and that he’ll “take you somewhere more comfortable”. the somewhat uncomfortable giggle you let out at the words made him nearly incinerate the pair of you before he caught the look of disgust on your face.

jealous! dabi who decides enough is enough as he steps forward into the light, just in time to see you try and push away the man as he grabs your arm. he knew you’d had enough of this wannabe’s bullshit.

jealous! dabi who joins you by your side in seconds, arm wrapping around your waist as he pulls you closer to him, fingers digging into your hip, much to your amusement. you knew that he was pissed and things weren’t going to end well. judging by that look, he was trying hard to control the flames he wanted to throw out.

jealous! dabi who, once he hears the lowlife talking, tuts in annoyance. “ahhh, dabi, fancy seeing you here. i was just about to ask this beauty to keep me company for the night”. who may or may not have gotten a little too flame-happy when he stepped forward, gripping onto the others' top.

jealous! dabi who turns you to and bends over slightly, picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder as you try to kick him in the stomach. you were more than capable of walking back yourself but of course, he had to throw a hissy fit and had the nerve to lug you around until he found a more private place for you both. well as private as it could be out in public.

jealous! dabi who, while walking, takes time to tease your cunt through your panties smirking smugly when you not only moan but also cuss him out. “dabi, i swear i’ll fucking~”. with a quick retort of “fucking me you mean, doll”. you could punch him.

jealous! dabi who drops you to your feet when he settles on a place, pinning you against the wall as he sinks two fingers, knuckles deep, into your cunt. savouring the look of embarrassment and pleasure that flashes on your face as you bite back a moan. he only takes a few moments before he’s helping you jump up only to sink you down on his cock, savouring the way you clamp around him as you finally moan out his name, legs wrapping around him pushing him deeper into you.

jealous! dabi who, on other days when someone dares enter your personal space, will tease you relentlessly with lingering touches and words that make you rub your legs together. telling you exactly how he’s going to fuck you into every surface he can until you're sobbing from the pleasure only he can give you. who’ll walk away to leave you alone with your now active thoughts and flustered appearance.

jealous! dabi who, when he’s had enough of the other lowlifes, won’t give you a moment to breathe between ripping that mind-blowing orgasm thanks to his mouth from you to sinking his cock past the ring of resistance, practically moulding your already tight walls to his shape. “don't think you got the message last time, so i guess i’m just going to have to get it through your skull again, doll”.

jealous! dabi who mutters out other sentences like “who do you belong to?". "who’s the only one making you feel this good". "i’m the only one who gets to fuck you and talk to you like that, understand, baby?".

jealous! dabi who’s rough when he fucks you but when he’s in these moods, he’s the extreme side of rough. you lose feeling in your legs and you’ll have trouble walking for the next few days. at least you’ll be away from prying eyes while you are.

jealous! dabi who makes you blush when he talks to you mid fuck, despite him already pistoning into you like a man possessed. “no one else can, shit, stretch your pussy this good", "f-fuck, you grip me perfectly, “does my cock feel, h-ah, good buried deep in your cunt?".

jealous! dabi who, regardless of your current position, likes to wrap a hand around your throat and squeeze slightly, knocking the breath out of you for a moment as he forces you to look at him, tears of pleasure fall down your cheeks as you grip his forearm.

jealous! dabi who can’t help but hiss out more possessive sentences as he folds you in half, legs dangling in front of your face as you whimper from the sudden change of position. "you’re mine, got that? i’m the only one who can fuck you like this". "i’m the only one who gets to be in your cunt, marking you in a way no other man can”.

jealous! dabi whose favourite thing is orgasm denial when he's in this mood. who loves making you beg for it. he won’t let you crumble to your beautiful euphoria, unless you're a sobbing mess underneath him, shaking from the force then he might make an exception.

jealous! dabi who loves the feeling of your pussy being incredibly wet for him at times like that. the way your slick covers not only the outside of your cunt and your thighs but his cock and thighs as well. knows that when he finally lets you come, you’ll squirt a little more over him and drip onto the bed as well.

jealous! dabi who smirks down at you as you dares you to “beg me to let you come, princess. beg me to fill you full of nothing but me”. who can feel the soaked walls of your cunt pulsate at his voice, silently begging him to let you feel your euphoria before you manage out a string of incoherent words, much to his amusement. “i know you can do better than that, doll”.

jealous! dabi who makes more of a point by stopping his thrusting, moving his hand from your neck and placing them both by your head, caging you beneath him. “come on baby, tell me how much you want me to fill you up with my cum, to having it dripping down your thighs for everyone to see who you belong to”.

jealous! dabi who can be more hands-on than usual, not in the sense of leaving black and blue marks across your skin, but red marks. on your thighs, back, neck and chest. bites and scratches to show everyone out there who fucks you to the point of no return. who you belong to regardless of what they may try.

jealous! dabi who rants as he pushes his cock back into your walls in a harsh rhythm, stating that he thinks "you like to make me jealous so i can destroy your insides” because “why else would you let those fuckers anywhere near you?”.

jealous! dabi who uses the excuse of being jealous so he can bury himself inside you as rough as he physically can muster because he doesn’t dare do it daily. sure he fucks you hard but not as harsh as he does when he’s jealous.

jealous! dabi who loves the way you mewl and cry out for him to let you come, you couldn’t take much more and you were slowly losing your sanity. who gives a countdown until you can let go. if he thinks you’re going to ruin that, he’ll stop his thrusts and pull out with your moans of frustration sounding in the room.

jealous! dabi who’ll make you suffer for a few moments before pushing his cock back into you again, daring you to let go with a smug “did i say you could come yet?”.

jealous! dabi who’ll, when you mutter out a quick “no” and “p-please, dabi, i c-can’t hold on”, give your thighs or ass, sometimes both, a few harsh slaps to get his point across. who loves feeling you quivering beneath him when he knows you won't last much longer. beginning his countdown once more, only to draw it out as painfully slow as he can.

jealous! dabi who’ll, when he finally reaches one, thrusts harshly into you once more, cock head hitting against your cervix as he lets out an almost primal growl, ropes of thick cum spurting out to fill you to the point of feeling so full. who savours the feeling of your cunt milking him, your own euphoria making your eyes roll and jaw slack as you come along with him, squirting on his thighs as well. “good girl”.

jealous! dabi who’ll take his time pulling out of you, smirking at the sight of his seed spilling out of your puffy pussy and running down to the sheets. a proud growl if he knows your own slick is mixed in there.

jealous! dabi who’ll pull you closer to him when he lays down beside you, gripping ahold of you tightly to make sure you’re not planning on going anywhere. not that you could anyway.

jealous! dabi who’s actually scared! dabi once everything is said and done.

scared! dabi who’ll place uncharacteristically soft kisses on your face, lips and neck, taking the time to apologise for being too rough with you. who finds himself relaxing to the patterns you draw on his chest, on his smooth and rough scared skin as you rest your head above his heart, humming along to the drumming rhythm.

scared! dabi who doesn’t want you to leave him, because one thing that followed him around for most of his life, is the feeling of being forgotten and tossed aside. who gets overly jealous because he wants to be the only man you have your attention on at any given time.

scared! dabi who closes his eyes at your touches, listening to your words of assurance and love as you promise you’re not leaving, the only way you’ll leave him is if you were dead. who feels overwhelmed when he’s vulnerable, wanting to know he’s not alone.

scared! dabi who’ll always feel like that young boy he once was. who was given up on at an early age so he learnt to harden his heart to anyone and everyone he came in contact with.

scared! dabi who thanks whatever being out there you came into his life, showing him that not everyone was the same. who thanks his lucky stars that you gave him your time and broke those walls down one small step at a time.

scared! dabi who doesn’t always fuck you rough, despite what everyone thinks and how he looks. who’ll always spend days after fucking into you harshly making sure you’re okay in his own ways. who’ll always be gentle with you when you both end up wrapped around each other in bed next.

scared! dabi who’s come to learn that while he doesn’t like it sometimes, jealous! dabi will always be a part of him and a part you’ll love regardless.

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Hokuto’s First Egg

When hokuto laid his first egg, he fiercely guarded it. It was a pathetic, small egg… but his bird brain took over and told him it would hatch. When it didn’t, he was heartbroken. He was fairly young at the time, so he didn’t understand everything. Hawks suggested they bury the egg and say goodbye. Hokuto agreed, and they did a burial… It was pretty dramatic. Hokuto crouched by the buried egg and stared at it for quite a while. The entire time this happened, Dabi followed and silently watched. Hawks wouldn’t let him speak cuz he knew he’d say something insensitive.

As dabi watched hokuto stare at his buried egg, he thought, “is this equivalent to burying… nut…?”

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"get up."

touya groaned. it took him a couple of seconds, but when he finally came to he was instantly hit with a splitting headache. touya moved to bring a cooling hand to his forehead only to find that he could only feel a heavy tingling sensation in his arms— and in his hands and in his legs. all the telltale signs of a hangover— at least his typical (extreme) version of one. he even had tomura on his ass, all the boxes on the ‘i got totally wasted last night’ checklist were ticked off.  

“wake up.” 

touya heard a small thunk from somewhere nearby— probably tomura kicking something —and finally decided that it was time to blink his eyes open. 

immediately, he knew exactly where he was. touya could distinguish the coarse texture from the beat-up seven-year-old couch lying in the LOV staff room any day. the mixed smell of a dewy morning breeze and the lingering scent of touya's signature cigarette brand sent a pumping to his blood that couldn’t be ignored.  he grinned and lifted himself so he was resting back on his elbows, head tilted up in tomura's direction. “hey birdie.” 

tomura sucked in a breath through his teeth and spun around, going right back to sit at his desk. touya watched his blue-haired roommate, observing the way tomura put his glasses on before inevitably gluing his eyes onto his computer screen. tomura looked tired to say the least; his clothes were disheveled and his hair was a mess— as if he had been up all night.  “you went looking for me?” touya's tone was cocky. he reached for the water bottle beside him, the water bottle that somehow always ended up by his side after a long night. he never asked about it— the fear of a petty tomura deciding to take away his one princess privilege steering his decision.

but when tomura scoffed out a small, “no,” touya's grin faltered. “you were outside.”

touya took a sip of the room-temperature water, curious eyes on tomura. “outside?” 

“yeah.” tomura replied as he opened a drawer from his desk and skimmed through some documents. “wasted to shit asleep on the bench.” touya brows furrowed momentarily, attempting to skim through his drunken memories of last night. before touya could properly reconnect them, tomura spoke again. “you didn’t walk here?” tomura's red eyes met touya's blue ones, an intrigued expression shining through the lenses of his glasses. 

“shit, i don’t remember.” touya gained the courage to push past the tingling and move, swinging his legs off the couch. his boots hit the wooden floor beneath him as he gave a half-shrug. 

“you don’t remember?” tomura repeated, sounding annoyed. “where’d you even go?”

touya leaned back into the mustard-stained couch, hands pressing against its backboard. “that new bar.” his head fell back, smile pointed up to the room's ceiling. “moonlight.” the words fluttered off his tongue, the legacy of moonlight clear in his mind. 

“what the fuck!?” tomura’s chair let out a squeaky whine at its sudden movement. he had stopped typing his laptop, attention fully on touya.  "really?!"

“yep.” touya expressed with a pop of his mouth. “and i know their secret.” he said, sounding most obviously pleased with himself. it was the one thing touya had managed to remember from last night— he recalled repeating it out loud to himself for that exact reason. “young hires.”

[ ELEVEN HOURS EARLIER ]

keigo left three hours ago and you were still trying to convince yourself that you could last the final two hours of your shift on your own. 

the sky had grown dark, a lapis blue painting a beautiful backdrop for the lamp-lit city. the cool contrast created an orange-tinted scene inside of midnight. the constant clinking of beer glasses and clicking of heels against the bar floor had left a distant ringing in your ear— along with keigo's words about the nearby job opportunity. the rag in your hand scrubbed up against the surface of the wooden counter as you cleaned up a spill in thought. you were so deep in it that you almost didn’t hear a voice of question coming from beside you.

“excuse me. you— yeah you!” the voice gradually grew within range. you blinked out of your daze and turned your head in the customer's direction. the voice had come from a man who looked to be in his mid-30s and held a strong glare. 

“sorry, sir,” you muttered, tucking the rag under the counter and placing both your hands on the table, steady and attentive . “what would you like to drink tonight?”

“whiskey. neat.” he gruffed, resting his arm up against the bar's pillar.

you stopped a displeased expression from planting onto your face and forced a tight smile. “right up.” you reached for a glass on the shelf— along with the man's desired drink of choice —and began to pour. as you did, you were able to examine the customer. 

he was leaned right up against the counter, flannel jacket resting on the hardwood counter. he was a big guy with a big hat— the type of hat that reminded you of old western films. his bread wasn’t too long or bushy— it was just enough to frame his face in the right places, making him appear well-aged and rugged. using these observations, you put together that this man was from the countryside— and that’s before you accounted for his dirty hands, his worn jeans, and his manners. 

you placed the drink in front of the man and gave him a polite nod, hoping that would be enough to get him to go and bother someone else. but of course, it wasn’t. 

“hey.” he tipped his head a bit closer in your direction, fingers tapping along the rim of his freshly poured glass of whiskey. you gritted your teeth, mostly to mentally prepare yourself— another asshole encounter at work was the last thing you needed right now. the man then grinned, a large yet playful one. “this is a pretty nice city dontcha think?”

your eyes narrowed in suspicion. this could’ve been worse, way worse. 

“yeah, it is,” you replied matter-of-factly. you’ve been living in orion for just over three years now. and though you didn’t necessarily move here for the sights, you couldn’t deny that the town was beautiful.

what you liked about orion was it has a sense of community— and security. you’ve gotten used to the sound of kids calling to their friends in the streets while parents frantically chase them down. the song that slipped between your neighbors' windchimes remain a familiar melody in your mind. there was always some type of event, or function, or party. you liked it. it kept you, and everyone else, busy. distracted. 

the bearded man chuckled. he took a sip of the drink— face showing no reaction to the alcohol—before saying, “i’m actually new around these parts.” you knew he was lying. you’ve caught sight of him throwing up behind the bar twice within the three weeks. he had a reputation for those types of things.

what you hadn’t expected was for him to come to you tonight. he maintained a mindful eye on you, swirling the whiskey in his glass. “think i need someone to show me around the place— someone pretty like you.” he voiced. his lips curled up into a smile; one that showed he was confident that he’d win a date with you.  

you thought carefully, picking a response that would be respectful for an employee to use. “sorry, i really can’t. work has me really busy right now.” your voice tipped higher out of habit. you hoped your tone was clear enough. 

your hopes were quick to be crushed. 

the man winked and went on to declare, “you wouldn’t have to work with a guy like me around.” he flipped the bottom of his patterned sleeve up, leaving the material bunched up his biceps as he shamelessly flexed his muscles to you. it was clear to you now how drunk the man was. you could see it in the way his smile hung bright and his eyes sparkled like the wish from a million suns. 

you didn’t even have time to react before a separate voice got added to the equation. another man, a younger one who seemed to be in his mid-20s, walked up to your section of the bar. 

“can you fight with those things?” the demeanor of the dark-haired man was intimidating alone, in addition to his alternate style of clothing and his sharp facial expression, he came off as different. the lanky man hovered over the wannabe cowboy, shadowing him. “because these look pretty—“ the younger man’s hand slipped out from his leather jacket and cupped over the older man’s flexing muscle. “fake.” 

“hey— hey don’t touch me you goth— emo freak!” the countryman jolted out from under the latter's touch before he could make any lasting contact. “what the fuck is wrong with you!” he shot his arms up in complaint. "werido." he waved his middle finger to the man as he continued to back onto the crowded dance floor. 

the second man remained stoic as he watched the first walk away. “fucking idoit. i’m not even close to being gothic.” he scoffed as his arms crossed over his chest. the sway in his movement told you that this customer wasn't necessarily sober either.

“another jerk.” you muttered, the words slipping out of your mouth before you could stop them. you didn’t want to complain, considering that this guy just helped get that creep away from you, but this was turning into a stereotypical ‘the good guy is actually a bad guy’ plot twist, and you weren’t in the mood to get kidnapped tonight. 

a hard exhale fell from the younger man’s mouth, “what was that?” he sounded amused like he wasn’t offended that you just insulted him, but he sounded intrigued.

you felt a wave of hot shutter through your body, cheeks flaring up specifically. your face scrunched up, shoulders raising and eyes widening as you silently cursed the way your body reacted to embarrassment. then again, some things never change. “nothing.” you said, just as quietly as you said your last sentence. your hand urgently tapped for the forgotten rag under the counter to no avail. 

you held eye contact with the man until his crystal-lit orbs suddenly flagged down. his forehead fell to his forearm, which rested on the bar's marble counter, and his shoulders began to shake as he hickered out a string of loud laughs. 

you were baffled. 

“they really hired a kid to work here?” the man giggled.

“actually, i’m—“ 

“so, this is what midnight's been doing.” his eyes were back up on you now, gaze observing as his hair folded out of its side part and in front of his face. he was quick to swipe his hair back up with his galaxy-toned hand. 

“sorry?” 

the man just barely stumbled back, gripping the back of the bar chair before he could be considered a threat. he settled himself down on the chair. his body leaning against the bar's wooden structure, the same way the cowboy had done a moment ago. but this time it felt separate— for so many reasons you couldn’t narrow it down to just one. 

he looked at you when he answered, pupils dilated. “hiring college kids.” his eyes flickered close for a moment like he was making a mental note to remember his observation. 

you bit your bottom lip. you can’t deny it because it’s true, you are a college student. but the way he said it made it seemproblematic. before you could tap into that, you felt that something was off— you couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching you.

you stole a glance and to your concern, a pair of eyes were focused on you from the threshold of the staff room. instinctively, your body straightened up. your focus decreased on entertaining the customer and increased on actually doing your job. 

unsure if you were in earshot, you spoke again, calculated. “midnight is a good place.” you said. your fingers finally found the rag under the counter and your hands got back into the routine of wiping the counter, really trying to sell the ‘i’m too busy working to talk’ act… again. 

“yeah?” the man dabbled, like he was quickly losing interest in the conversation. but he went on, “what makes it so special then?”

it was such a strange question, but you’ve heard stranger before. “they have a cool looking website…?” 

it was the first thing that came to mind. 

the man laughed, but it wasn’t as loud and amused as before, just convinced. he slapped a hand on the table, using it as his pillar of support as he staggered back up into a standing position. you could hear him whispering something about “technology” and “young hires” as he stumbled off. 

just one strange interaction after another. 

ninety laboring minutes later you’re finally on your way home. on a breezy, autumn day like this one you found yourself extra appreciative of the close distance of your apartment. you knew that your roommate, rumi, was probably awake. not because she was waiting for you, but because she’s a biology major and you’ve come to learn they never sleep. 

still, on nights when you were the only one closing or had to run a quick errand before going home, rumi would call you to ensure your safety— and threaten to call the police to escort you if you didn’t get home soon. 

tonight ended up being was one of those nights. 

you had just turned the corner right around midnight’s back alley when you heard a sound. what started as a small cough quickly turned into hacking coughs and eventually the sound of splatters of vomit hitting the ground. you, silently, peaked around the corner of the alley. 

hunched over in the l-shaped corner behind the dumpster was your “hero” from earlier. 

he looked more battered down now, knees quivering underneath his weight as he pressed his head up against the rugged brick wall. your feet lead you closer. as you appporached, you could see how his dark hair adhered damply around the nape of his neck and how desperately his hands clung onto the wall. 

“oh my god, you’re the guy from earlier.” you blurted out loud, mostly to verbally confirm it to yourself. the guy's head just lolled against the brick wall, tipping down as he threw up another liter of liquor onto the pavement. your face grimaced as you glanced away. “you’re really drunk.” you commented, fingers anxiously fiddling at your sides. 

“no fucking duh.” the man spat. he wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his leather jacket and then waved a flappy hand in your direction. “beat it.” he deadpanned, scratchy voice sending a chill up your spine. 

your mind now rushed with questions on whether you should leave him or not. you considered the factors. pro: he did save you from a potential creep. con: his attitude is intangibly rotten.

but there must be a reason behind it, right? like maybe he had a bad day— a lot of bar attendees do. the point was, even though you didn't know him, he did seem to have good intentions. 

you took a step toward him, “i’m gonna—“

“don’t.” his voice snapped into a growl, low and brisk, though you remained calm. you could see him peeking at you from under his arm, checking to see if you had left or not. searching like he had already anticipated you to be long gone.

when his gaze met yours— seeing you still in your work clothes, clearly very exhausted from your long trip, and still willing to help him —he couldn’t do anything else but glance away. 

slowly, you put a hand out. you could hear murmurs of keigo's voice in your head saying that you were “being too nice.” you shook his words off of your mind and pushed forward. “i’ll just walk you down the block.” you stepped under his propped up arm, swiftly redirecting his weight so he was leaned up against your left shoulder and had his arm wrapped around your right shoulder. you heard his breath hitch as you altered his position. he didn’t protest, but rather flowed with your direction.

you took a deep breath, stabilizing yourself. “nightlife is.. brighter down there. so you can find your way home by yourself.” you took a step forward, delicately nudging his side. he took the physical indication and moved forward, taking a slow, but sure step. you let out another slow breath; most times your last-minute plans didn’t work well so you you were satisfied.

a couple dozen steps later the young man spoke— well slurred —“thought all your bougie alcohol was fake.” he tone wasn’t confident like the words he had said weren’t originally his. he swayed a bit, the scent of an indistinguishable amount of various alcohols spiking through your nose. “stupid trust fund kid company.” he grumbled.

you didn’t blame him for the way he thought. midnight's popularity had shot up out of nowhere just a couple of weeks ago. you heard that they were doing so well in the market that other smaller businesses were shutting down because of it down. at the time you didn’t think much of it. you didn’t know that people were genuinely upset about it. 

after a long hushed walk in the eerie wind, you stepped upon the brightly lit street of the plaza. thought most the shops on this side of town consisted of sketchy dispensaries and personal businesses, it was still safer than leaving him behind the alley of a well-known bar with a high-kept reputation. 

you led him to one of the benches facing the oversight of city buildings. the sky twinkled in each of the visible window's reflection, sparkles jumping and dancing across city rooftops. when you let go of the man's weight, he immediately melted into the bench below him. you huffed out a strangled breath, swinging back on to dust your hands off. you could hear club music threatening to spill out of a building across the street from where you stood. you placed your hands on your hips and countered your breathing, slowing it down as a smile crept onto your face. 

the man sighed from his spot on the bench, catching your attention. “ya' ever looked at the sky?” the question was half asked, like it wasn’t even meant to be answered by you. you turned to him and sure enough, he was staring at the night sky, eyes hazy enough to certify him as dreaming. 

out of curiosity, you turn to the sky. orion had the type of beauty that you couldn’t describe. it was the type of city you’d see pictures of on the front of postcards, painted and perfect— perfectly feel good. 

you do look at the sky when you have time, which isn’t often. it’s nice to wish on the stars and share sprinkled false hope with other people across the world. you always wished for one day to feel exciting the way you were promised every day should feel. 

another comment cut you out of your tangled mind. “next meteor shower is march thirteenth.” the man whispered into the wind. you could see it in his eyes that his message wasn’t necessarily said to inform you but because he needed to say it—  he needed to tell someone. 

a vibrating sound coming from your pocket stopped you from being able to reply to the man's drunken speech. you pulled your phone out and read the contact name, rumi.

for her to be calling it must be super late. you stuffed your phone back into your pocket, “i’m sorry but i have to go!” you told the man frantically. his head just tilted more towards the sky, fully consumed in its beauty, already acting like you were gone. “well, get home safe!” you gave an awkward wave to him— well his back —as you skipped into a jog, running back home.

to your luck, the days only got more interesting.

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“miller's on your ass today.” 

you sighed, your gaze flickering from the beautiful, authentic sun setting over the city’s buildings to the blazing, sun-colored dork next to you.  

“i mean really—“ he pulled out a gummy bear— from what seemed to be his never-ending side pocket stash —and stuffed it into his mouth. “you’d think the divorce would give the old bastard a revelation or something. but noooo, he’s still a bitch.” his confident gossip bubbled down into a dramatic murmur as he eventually shrugged his shoulders. 

you sighed again, head dropping into your hands as it throbbed, too sc

rambled to focus on keigo's deep interest in your manager's love life. “i need a job.”

“you have two.” keigo retorted as he moved to cross his arms. 

“i need another one.” you massage your temples before letting your hands fall to your sides. 

keigo scoffed. “you’re really not making enough?” 

“not if i don't want to be drowning in student debt for the rest of my life.” you complained. 

keigo pressed his lips together and scrunched his nose. it was the face he made when he wanted to argue on but knew better than to. the back of his head hit the brick wall behind you two as he too, stopped to a sigh. “well, i hear there’s a new club down the block. LOVE, or something?”

“love? like the word?” your voice peaked as you looked at him. 

keigo's fingers twirled around the string from his waist apron. “something like that.” the blonde's eyes fell to the sunset. yours followed them. “a couple of guys in my historical art class were talking about going.”

“the hippie—?” 

keigo cut you off before you could finish your comment  “my point is,” he leaned closer— most likely for dramatic effect, “they’re probably hiring.”

it was your turn to press your lips together now. 

“bartending isn’t that bad.” keigo coaxed. you almost laughed at how fast he was able to switch his opinion on this idea. but keigo kept his eyes on the sun, like he was thinking about his plans for the future too. a better future. “plus the tips make it so worth it.” he titled his head toward you, shooting you a sly grin. he nodded his head, ‘yeah?’, as he nudged your shoulder. 

your cold façade cracked into a warm smile. keigo always found a way to cheer you up. it was stupidly ironic. “i’ll apply when i get home.” 

“and you swear we aren’t friends.” keigo scoffed and you showed no mercy when shoving his shoulder. he just laughed loudly. “midnight is doing pretty nice though. the regulars are cute and who knows, maybe miller will consider giving us raises.”

a chortle escaped your throat. “yeah. like shit.” your lips didn’t remain curled up for long. your eyes faltered to a determined degree, your mind sharp on your goal. you had always tried your best to fight for yourself, nothing about that would change. nothing would change. a high tension that you didn’t even realize you had dropped from your shoulder like anchors. you were secure. you were safe. 

keigo kicked a rock at the ground, “my shift ends in thirty so i should head in.” he pointed back at the door. you nodded your head, giving him a small wave as he turned to go back into the bar. 

the orange and yellow kissed hue from the sun tinted your face. you didn’t think about how long it'll actually take you to pay off your tuition. you didn’t think about the piles of homework you'd have to do when you got home. you didn’t even think about how you’d last the last half of this twelve-hour shift. 

you just closed your eyes and focused on the sunshine’s delicate mark on your skin. 

just a block down the packed city was LOV, whose grand opening last saturday had a total of twenty-three arrivals.

“told you this was a shit idea.” a gravelly voice opined as he flicked fresh ash from the window sill and let it fall onto the dirted path outside.    

a low voice snarled in response, bony fingers typing away on his computer. 

“don’t know why the old man—“

“shut up.” tomura snapped. 

touya just grinned, “whats got your panties in a bunch, boss?” he shook his head in amusement, a stupid grin unreasonably placed on his lip. “you had high hopes or something?”

“shut the fuck up.” tomura eyes didn’t leave his screen, they only squinted as he muttered something to himself and his fingers swiped across the mouse pad of his laptop. 

“god— are you like, virtually wired to the internet or something?” touya trudged over to tomuras set up, finding a comfortable spot on the back of his chair to rest his forearm on and inspect what tomura was so fixated on. 

touya (surprisingly) was stunned.

“what the fuck is that?”

his laptop displayed a website page for a bar named moonlight. the layout was impressive alone; the backdrop flashed photos of a variety of very satisfied customers at the bar. an animation of a sparkling star shot across the top of the site, lighting up the bars boldly displayed name. and even—

“shit.” touya voice dropped to a whisper, mouth hanging dangerously close to tomuras ear. “look at that. they even got an interactive menu.” he disclosed, treating it as a cherry on top of moonlight's enormous advantaged cake. 

“how the fuck are these bougie ass motherfuckers packed every. single. fucking night.” tomuras finger tapped rhythmically against his desk, seemingly mindless, but touya took notice.

touya pulled away, crossing his arms as he leaned up against tomuras desk. “we could use some better advertising.” he shrugged— acting as if he wouldn’t take huge offense if his comment wasn’t taken into consideration. luckily, tomura could recognize touya's snotty tone for what it really meant and couldn’t be bothered to push it. 

“yeah.” he sighed, elbows falling onto his desk as his hands found themselves tangled into his sea of unbrushed hair. “when you learn how to code, come back to me with that.” he taunted through gritted teeth.

touya rolled his eyes, even though he knew tomura couldn’t see. “whatever. we can’t be in the slumps forever.” scarred hands reached for his phone as he pulled up the website on his own. his feet led him to the back door, hand reaching for his coat on the rack. 

tomuras head peaked up at the sound of touya fleeting feet. 

“and where the fuck are you going?”

“out.” touya dismissed, eyes still glued onto his phone screen as he typed in the directions from the website onto his map app. 

tomura huffed out a heavy breath when the back door slammed shut. he leaned back in his chair, stretching his arms and legs far before settling back into his— what he swears is —not-so-horribly crooked posture. “fucking hell.” he muttered.

eventually his finger fell back onto his keyboard, clacking sound blending into the background noise once more. 

touya sneered on the other side of the door. his gait was confident as he followed direction of the rising moon. 

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“here it comes, here it comes” | LCD soundsystem

✷ tomura shigaraki x touya todoroki x reader series

✶⋆.˚ gn!reader | no quirk/modern au

↳ symbol guide | ⏾ written | ★ smau

after getting a bartending job at a busy downtown bar, you find yourself caught between two complicated men— childhood friends with messy pasts and even messier communication. what starts as curiosity slowly turns into something more personal. as your nights grow more tangled and your walls start to crack, you’re left questioning what you truly want— and who you’re becoming in the process.

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one — new moon ⏾

two — meteor shower ⏾

three — double exposure ⏾

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That's What You Get (Yandere!Hawks x Pregnant!Reader)

SERIOUS WARNING: This is an extremely disturbing read with themes and topics that include: suicidal tendencies, cursing, verbal abuse, blood, self-harm, infantilism, forced pregnancy, purposeful miscarriage, descriptions of gore, physical abuse and mentions of rape.

Please read with caution as you have been warned of the heavy subjects present in this story.

You wondered to yourself what you did to deserve all of this.

What god had decided to push all their anger unto your poor, unfortunate soul with such mercilessness?

What events led you to meeting a red-winged devil pretending to be an angel?

A hot hand grabbed at your hand without warning, yanking it away from your mouth. A trail of bloodied saliva followed and you only then noticed the familiar taste of blood on your tongue.

"Can you fucking stop?" Dabi hissed, turquoise eyes glaring deep into your hazed ones. "Do you want Hawks to lose his shit again?"

Yes, is what you wanted to say. You wanted Hawks to watch as you bit into your fingers with little thought. You wanted him to see how numb you were from all his abuse. You wanted him to know that he did this.

He was the reason you were broken now.

You didn't answer his question or even bother to truly look at him, only bringing your other hand to your mouth and biting down.

Your nail cracked against your teeth and felt slight satisfaction when Dabi cursed again and had to grab both your hands to keep you from doing any further damage to yourself.

"God dammnit, Y/N!" He growled, grabbing the attention of nearby league members scattered about the hideout. "Can someone please take this stupid bitch? I am not babysitting that hero's fuck doll today!"

Entering the room with a long sigh, Mr. Compress switched places with the purple-skinned villain, a first aid kit in tow.

When Dabi exited from the room, a dry chuckle left you but disappeared just as quickly as it came.

That's how most feelings worked for you now. They'd come and go. You were never allowed to truly feel anything for longer than 10 seconds.

Compress eyed you disappointingly, "It's not funny, Y/N." He scolded as he began to wrap your fingers, "Hawks told you to take better care of yourself. The more you put yourself at risk, the harder this pregnancy will be in the long run.

You stilled at that, nausea rising to your throat at the painful memories of Hawks holding you down against the cold, tiled floor and his warm, smooth cum filling your bruised cunt to the brim despite your cries.

That was followed by many more nights painted the same way.

A month later, you found out you were pregnant after Hawks had tested your toilet water.

The bastard was happier than ever but that happiness went right out the window when he caught you attempting to throw yourself down a set of stairs later that day. You'd even looked him in the eyes as you'd started to fall.

It was too bad that he'd caught you. That fall definitely would've done the trick.

After numerous other attempts, the hero finally decided that while he was gone, someone had to be with you at all times for both you and the baby's parasite's protection.

"Done-" Compress finished wrapping the bandages around you fingers, "-Have you eaten lunch yet?"

No, you hadn't. You hadn't moved from your curled position on the couch since Hawks left way earlier that morning.

To please Compress, you ate a few bites of what he made you and sipped some of the soup Hawks had packed for you.

Soon, you were back in your corner of the couch, filling in the permanent dent that you’d made from sitting there for so long.

You shivered as you hugged yourself.

Despite wearing a sweater and leggings with thick socks, you always felt so cold. Even if you were sweating, you were still cold.

You wondered why that was.

And now that you were left alone with your thoughts, you began to wonder other things.

Was your family regretting giving you to Hawks?

How long had it been since you'd seen them?

Did they even care?

What would they think if you escaped now and showed up pregnant?

Would they even believe you if you told them what Hawks did?

They’d probably think you were a slut.

A good for nothing whore that would do anything to get money.

Your head felt like it was about to explode.

Everything felt so meaningless now.

Why did this happen to you? Why couldn't you get control of your life again?

You placed a hand on your stomach, feeling the small hump that would soon be bigger and heavier in just a few months.

And then you'd have to push it out while it tore your pussy apart. Then you'd have to heal for who knows how long, taking care of a screaming, shitting lump while Hawks goes out and lives however he pleases.

As he always has.

...

Were you really supposed to just sit here and accept that?

That's what Hawks wanted you to do.

But how the hell could you?

"Baby, I'm back!" Hawks beamed as he walked up to you, stealing a kiss to your cheek. His smiled faded slightly, however, when he saw your bandaged fingers, "Aw, (Y/N), were you biting your fingers again?"

You didn't answer. You never really did anymore, much to his annoyance.

He sighed deeply and turned to Compress, asking him about how you'd done throughout the day. His expression only soured further at the villain's words and he glanced down at you with unimpressed eyes.

"Alright, thank you guys again for watching her-" He picked you up bridal style, "We'll be back next week as discussed."

The flight home was eerily quiet. You could tell that Hawks was upset with you. But he couldn't be nearly as upset as you were. But you knew he never thought about how you felt.

Everything was always about him.

When you both got home to his condominium, he sat you on the couch, unwrapping and examining your damaged fingers.

His lips were downturned and his brows were furrowed. His golden eyes weren't as bright as they'd been previously.

He wasn't happy with you at all.

Good.

His face made you giddy for some reason and you couldn't stop the corners of your lips from twitching upwards. It was so great that you could almost laugh with genuine joy.

Hawks' snapped his eyes up to you with wide, unbelieving eyes.

Shit, you must've laughed without realizing it.

No, wait.

You were crying.

"Oh, (Y/N), it's alright.” He cooed, “I know you'll do better for me and the baby next time, right?" That was a threat and you felt your mood plunge at the mention of the baby parasite resting in you. "Right?"

"Yeah..." You mumbled robotically. You could give less shits about the baby.

Hawks wasn't happy with how you'd responded but shrugged it off with a mumble of 'pregnancy hormones' and started to make dinner.

Ever since he’d found out you were pregnant, he made you take it easy. No unnecessary movement, as he liked to phrase it.

“So…” Keigo started, washing some rice in a bowl, “you’ve got your first appointment coming up next week. How’d’ya feel?”

You touched your growing stomach underneath your loose t-shirt. Was it really time for that?

No, no this couldn’t be.

If Hawks made you wait too long, you won’t be able to get rid of it and then you’ll really be stuck.

Nausea came back full force and you retched aloud, stomach curling. You turned away from the table and threw up the little bit of lunch you’d had earlier.

Keigo was by your side in a flash, rubbing your back when you continued to retch and gag.

“The morning sickness is becoming more frequent now, huh?” He asked, “Here, rinse your mouth with some water.” His feathers brought over a small cup of water and a bowl for you to spit into.

After rinsing your mouth out, you glanced up at Keigo, something you hadn’t done in a long time and saw how he visibly brightened when you did so.

“Please, Kei… I don’t-I don’t want this.” You told him honestly, your voice heavy with misery.

He instantly frowned at that, lips turning downwards and eyes going sharp, “What did I tell you about talking like that, (Y/N)? What the hell is wrong with you?!” He snapped, feathers shaking.

You stared at him as if he weren’t there and shrugged, “I guess you won’t know until the baby’s dead.”

“You don’t mean that.” He seemed to be telling himself that because deep down… deep down he knew that you meant it. “(Y/N), you don’t mean that.”

You felt the corners of your mouth lift again, “I’m not going to my first appointment because there will be no baby. Hell, there weren’t even be a (Y/N) to take to the appointment.” Now you were really smiling, no more tears to give.

Hawks feathers shook more, a hopeless look graced his features as he brought a hand to his mouth, “(Y/N), I-“ He looked away from your wide smile and void eyes, he couldn’t stand to look at you anymore, “What is happening to you? A baby is supposed to make you happy! Why isn’t this working?”

He walked away without another word, leaving you alone in the kitchen.

A burning smell caught your attention and you stepped over your vomit puddle to turn off the chicken he was cooking on the stove.

You took the pan off the still hot burner and placed it on the back one.

If only a burn could kill you.

A glint in your peripheral vision caught your eye and you snapped your head towards the sink. Your eyes widened.

There, like the forbidden fruit, sat a large kitchen knife. You realized Keigo must’ve left it when he was arguing with you.

Now was your chance.

You gripped the knife in both your hands.

You hadn’t seen a knife in so long. Keigo had locked them up when you started ‘acting up’.

You lifted it above your head.

Deep breath in.

Hold it.

You swiftly brought the knife down into your stomach. It slid right in like butter and you surprisingly didn’t feel anything.

With a shaky breath, you looked down and stumbled awkwardly as you struggled to pull the knife back out.

Blood started to soak your t-shirt and stain it dark red. A metallic smell clung to the air and you raised the knife above your head again.

This was easier than you’d thought.

You brought the knife down at an angle and groaned, the pressure of your stab felt like a punch.

One more stab should do the trick.

“(Y/N), I got off the phone with your pediatrician,” Keigo started from the bedroom you both shared, “Turns out, you’re just going through a pregnancy depr- (Y/N)!” He screamed seeing the blood on the ground.

Feathers shot towards you and you smiled wildly as you were pinned to the ground.

Keigo turned you on your side and you let go of the knife, letting it stay in your stomach.

There was no need to do anything else. You’d gotten rid of it for good.

He sobbed loudly in your face, his eyes screaming with despair. He didn’t even recognize you anymore, just like how you hadn’t recognized him for a long time now.

His screams of why were only met with one answer.

“Because, that’s what you get.”

Au where Keigo ended up like his father, whilst Touya ended up a pro hero. Keigo had the villain name of Hawks, and Touya had the hero name of Dabi. Hawks was considered un-stoppable, as no one could catch him. One day, after a bank heist, Hawks got into a scuffle with Dabi, in which the fight led to an allyway. Hawks was winning until Dabi pushed himself and exterted too much blue flame at Hawks. Hawks managed to dodge and laughed at Dabi's attempt, only to stop as he realizes that Dabi hurt himself. Hawks lands and moves near Dabi, visible concern on his face. He asks if he is alright, to which Dabi rebuttles about the fake sympathy. Hawks retorts about how he is a villain, not a heartless monster, and proceeds to leave the bags of money he stole and secretly wisks Dabi away to his secret hideout to patch Dabi up. Dabi realizing that Hawks never keeps the money he steals and that Hawks uses the money on necessities such as food, clothes, etc. After patching up Dabi, Hawks gives him the option to arrest him. Dabi thanks Hawks for patching up his burns, with his lips. Dabi doesnt arrest him, but instead secretly provides for him by letting Hawks move in with him, in which Hawks becomes domesticated and turns into a lethal house husband.

Quirk Mutation Part 2.

Hawks stayed unconscious for a minute before waking up. His body had taken a new form, a deadly form. Dabi only stared, unsure of what to do, let alone say. Hawks' wings doubled in size, and was now covered in red feathers. His hands now Taloned and deadly, with matching, dangerous feet. It was as if he was turned into some beast, a monster. In fact, that's what you could classify Hawks, if you saw him for the first time in his new form. Oh what would the public think... what would they think?

"Explain yourself, Hawks. What kind of trick is this? Are you trying to get a scare out of me or something?" Dabi dared, his flames growing just a bit bigger.

Hawks shook his head as he hunched over himself, uncomfortable standing straight up. His wings now out-weighing his actual body, in which if he stood straight up, he would fall over due to the weight imbalance.

"What? No! What makes you think I would do this to myself?! I don't even know what's happening to me!" Hawks cried out.

Dabi squints his eyes and puts out his flames as he approached Hawks. The hero's new form allowed him to sense the aura of others, Dabi being afraid but also curious. The fear caused Hawks' feathers to sharpen and his wings to puff up to make him look bigger. Dabi paused as he watched Hawks' body react without his consent. After a while, Hawks' body calmed down and his feathers softened, his wings stayed puffed up. Once Dabi reached Hawks, he was able to get a good look at his face. His golden eyes glowed, and his forehead was covered in tiny baby feathers. He reached a hand out to Hawks, to which he backed up instinctively.

"Calm down, I'm just trying to get a better look at what the fuck happened to you." Dabi hissed at Hawks.

Hawks let out a growl that turned into a croon when Dabi placed a hand on his cheek. His eyes widened at the noises he made, but didn't pull away as he let the villain investigate his face. Dabi's thumb moved towards Hawks' lips and raised his upper lip to see giant sharp fangs. He blinked and moved his hand away, now focused on the back of Hawks' neck. Feathers covered his neck, making it practically impossible to see any skin. It was like a blanket of red, that went all the way down his back and oh?

"Tail feathers..." Dabi noted aloud.

"What?!" Hawks squcked, causing him to immediatly cover his mouth.

It blinked at the realization then looked down. He was naked, his body covered in red feathers. His wings went to cover him as his face burned red. Dabi either didn't acknowledge the naked hero, or didn't care. Dabi went to grab one of the tail feathers, which caused them to flick in response. He backed up and got a full view of Hawks.

"Well, one thing is for sure. You can't go in public like this. Heroes might think it was some sort of drug or you got hit by some sorta quirk, which may have them target the league first. Especially since you are in contact with one of the members on the daily." Dabi dully noted as he began to walk away.

He motioned for Hawks to follow him, which he did. Hawks could sense no danger, nor any mailce with Dabi's words. His left wing covered the front of his body, while his right wing covered his back. If anyone caught a glimpse of him, he would be done for. For, he turned into a monster. A freak. Some thing to fear. All the negative thoughts clouded Hawks' mind and subconsciously let out involuntary stress noises. His chittering and squacks of distress started to get on Dabi's nerves, but he still wasn't sure was this new Hawks was capable of, so he bared the noises. A few backways and turns, and Dabi and Hawks arrived to clearing, which confused Hawks. Why were they in the open? Was Dabi trying to humiliate him? Was he going to be ambushed? No. Dabi spoke some sort of chant, and told Hawks to repeat it. He did, confused, then felt sick to his stomach. He felt something inside of him wriggle and writhe. He kneeled over as he saw black ooze like sludge incase him and Dabi. Not even a second later, both appeared in a relatively clean amd modern room. The bile taste left on Hawks' tongue.

"Where ar-"

"It's my room at the Paranomal Liberation's headquarters. You are staying here until whatver the fuck happened to you goes away. And don't say no or that you can't because it's fucking obvious you can't be seen in public." Dabi growled as he headed towards his closet.

He threw some clothes at Hawks and stayed with his back turned to him.

"Get dressed. Then after that, we are going to meet with the doctor. See what the fuck is up with your quirk and body." Dabi waited on Hawks to get ready.

Hawks grabbed the clothes and tried his best to make holes on the shirt for his wings, but without being able to detatch his feathers, and with how they doubled in size, he decided to not wear the shirt. The boxers and pants, Hawks could at least make a slit for his new tail feathers, and slipped them on. Shoes, that was another issue, so he decided on going barefoot.

"I'm done." Hawks was a bit more relaxed with now being clothed, somewhat.

Dabi turned and saw him shirtless, then remembered his quirk issue. He nodded and motioned for him to follow. Hawks did and the two walked for what seemed like hours before reaching a facility. Entering, cases of nomus in development were pushed against the walls and a short man could be seen working at a desk.

"Hey doc, I got a case you might want to see."

The doctor turned and got a good glimpse of the new Hawks. He blinked a bit before adjusting his glasses and getting up. He examined Hawks and did a few physical tests along with asking what happened. The doctor nodded and listened.

"Have you ever heard of quirk awakenings, boy?" The doctor asked as he turned to his desk to grab a pen and pad.

Hawks has heard and seen quirk awakenings happen, but on a mutant type quirk? He never heard such a thing. He nodded.

"Well see it this way, your body went under some sort is distress where it felt the need to transform. Though in your case, you should have been dead when it happened. You see, quirks are an extension of the body, mutant or heteromorph quirks, aren't the same. They aren't an extension of the body, but rather part of the body or the body itself. In your case, however your mutation quirk isn't like normal mutations. So when your body undergone the transformation, not only did it strengthen your quirk, but it strengthened your body as well. As for not being able to telepathically detach your feathers anymore, your body seemed to remove unnessecary aspects of your quirk while keeping the important aspects." The doctor explained.

Hawks blinked as he soaked in all the newfound knowledge.

"So my body won't revert itself." Hawks stated more than questioned.

"Correct. The only thing you can do moving forward, is determine what you are going to do. Are you going to hide away, or continue being a hero? Maybe you will see a new perspective of how people may treat you now that you have transformed." The doctor wrote down some things on his notepad before setting it down and moving towards the two.

"My advice is test what you can and can't do before making another public appearance. You may be a hero, but you are also a member of the Paranormal Liberation Front, and therefore will be treated like one. You stand for our cause, and maybe this new transformation will help you understand that cause even more." The doctor smiled as he ushered the two men out of his lab.

Once out, Hawks blinked, and began walking, Dabi close behind. After making it back to Dabi's room, undetected by any other members, Hawks sat on the recliner and let his wing sink to the ground. He could sense Dabi's unease and never-ending want of questions, and turned to face him.

"Yes?" He asked Dabi, as he adjusted himself to compensate for his tail feathers.

"You gonna do what the doc says? Or are you just going to waltz into action, risking your life not knowing what your capable of?" Dabi went to lay on his bed and stared at the ceiling.

Hawks turned his attention to his talons and flexed his hand. He had no idea what this new body was capable of, and he needed to find out before he reappeared in the public.

"Got any spare nomus you aren't using?"