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missrosegold · 3 months

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I've got a blood trail red in the blue

Synopsis: Vampire!AU You moved to the quiet, costal town to escape from your ex, only to find yourself entangled with a man with fiery blue eyes, and a grin that’s slightly too sharp.

He may or may not be an immortal gang leader to a bunch of other blood-sucking degenerates, but you’ll worry about that later.

Word count: 20k

Pairing: Dabi x Reader (fem!reader)

Warnings: Mentions of murder, Blood and gore, Smut, Mentioned past toxic relationships, Smoking, Smut and additional warnings listed below so Minors or Ageless blogs please DNI. This is rated 18+

Playlist: Take Me To The Sun - D4VD + The Summoning (the ending. if you know, you know) - Sleep Token

For @kimkaelyn Thank you for all of the encouragement you’ve shown me when I needed it most – this one’s for you. Also, thank you for making this beautiful banner for me!! It looks so good!!

Title is from The Summoning by Sleep Token

Inspired by The Lost boys

Happy Birthday Dabi - I'm so pleased I was able to finish this for his birthday. He deserves all good things.

**You can read it on A03 here if the formatting on Tumblr is throwing you off! I cross-post all my works to my A03 account!

Tagging: @vambirezz @dabisqueen @little-red-insomniac @sunaraii @touyasprettydoll @touyas-back-lover @cloudsz04 @faetheral @impulsivethoughtsat2am @whitemochabunnie

You sigh loudly as you move the last box of your things into your new bedroom.

Dusting off your hands, you stand up and look around the small room, giving it an approving once over, before heading out into the living room to continue putting the rest of your things away in your new apartment.

Opting to take a quick break, you crack open the sliding glass doors leading out onto your small patio and step outside into the evening air. Closing your eyes, you breathe in the balmy, salt laced air, as a cool breeze combs through your hair, sending pleasant chills down your spine. You stay like that for a moment, before the sound of seagulls cawing overhead draws your attention to the surrounding view.

The sight of the small costal town spread out before your balcony greets you, as you look outward. You’d just moved to the town of Ashikita a few days ago, leaving your life in the busy city of Tokyo behind you. You scowl even thinking about the place.

You’d loved your life in Tokyo. It was the person you shared your life with there you’d hated.

You purse your lips as your thoughts trail back to your ex-boyfriend, despite your best efforts. He was the sole reason you’d moved all the way out to this small town in the first place. Your relationship had been on a downwards spiral for a while, and had gradually become unhealthier the longer you’d stayed with him. He had become progressively more controlling and manipulative whenever you’d tried to leave your shared apartment for anything else aside for work, and his behavior had only become worse by the day.

Eventually, things came to a boiling point when he decided to try and lock you in the bathroom when you’d told him that you were going out to see a friend, and that had been your breaking point. You had packed your things up when he’d left to go to work, and that had been that. You had taken up residence at your parent’s place for a few months while you’d searched for a new apartment and a new job, far away from your ex’s grasp, all the while dodging his incessant calling, before blocking him all together.

You had settled in Ashikita, a small costal town in Kyushu, known for its attractive beaches and coastlines. It was also quiet during the off season, deeming it the perfect place for someone who was trying to escape from the city.

Perfect for someone who didn’t wish to be found.

You allow your gaze to sweep through the sights spread out below your balcony. Your apartment was located near the coastline, and had a nice view of the nearby beach and wooden boardwalk that wrapped around it, much to your inner delight. The twinkling of lights from the few carnival rides you can see on the old wooden platform catches your attention, and you can’t help but smile to yourself as you recall old childhood memories of when your parents used to take you to the small country fair that used to come by your hometown in the summer.

You sigh as the multicolored lights gradually become brighter as the sun slowly sinks behind the watery horizon in the distance. Glancing back into your dark apartment, you decided to go down to check out the boardwalk after night falls – not wanting to spend more time in your lonely apartment then necessary.

You slowly slink back inside, and force yourself to continue to unpacking as the outside becomes darker. Once your apartment looks somewhat like your own space, you quickly change into something a little warmer to explore the boardwalk, before making your way out of your apartment.

The boardwalk, as you discover, is only a ten-minute walk away from your building, and you use the time to lightly explore the surrounding area as you make your way towards the beach. The distant crashing of the ocean waves against the shore makes your heart pound excitedly in your chest, and the sounds of the boardwalk rides echoes through the air around you, only adding to your growing excitement.

You make your way onto the old wooden boardwalk and look around at the rides and other various vendors set up on both sides of the platform. You slowly make your way around the brightly lit area with the crowds of other people taking in the sights and sounds like you, before a gentle musical chime accompanied by soft twinkling lights in the coroner of your eye catches your attention.

Turning to your left, you gasp in delight as you find yourself looking at a vintage merry go round. It’s old, older than you by probably several decades, but it’s no less charming than it would’ve been when it was brand new. You can’t remember the last time you’ve been on one, and before you can think about what you’re doing, you’re in the short line to buy a ticket.

The teen running the ride looks entirely uninterested as he takes your money before passing you a ticket and waving you on. You slowly make your way around the merry go round, taking in all of the old wooden animals – most of their paint old and dull – before settling on a sleek black horse wearing a blue saddle and bridle.

Not long after choosing your mount, the voice of the teen operating the ride crackles to life over the loud speaker and announces the ride was starting, before the squealing of gears and the hum of hidden electronics signals the start of the ride. You grip the pole as your horse slowly moves up and down, giggling in spite of yourself.

The world spins around you slowly and you lose yourself in the tinny sounds of music blaring out of the ancient speakers scattered around the ride. As you glance out at the boardwalk outside of the merry go round, something catches your attention.

No, not something, someone.

You catch a fleeting glimpse of a tall man dressed in various shades of dark blue and black, standing just outside of the fence blocking off the ride. You have to wait for the ride to do another full circle before you see him again, this time in clearer detail.

He’s standing still as a statue, allowing you to get a better look at him as you come around once again. He’s imposing looking, with his dark attire, save for a white shirt draped loosely around his gangly frame. He’s wearing a long dark blue duster and stitched pants, tucked into black combat boots – a strange choice of clothing considering the warm weather. He’s tall and lean, but you can tell he’s well-built underneath the loose clothes he wears; but his unique choice of clothing isn’t what draws your attention to him.

He is without a doubt, one of the most handsome men you’ve ever seen.

His spiky black hair is as dark as night, and his skin is pale and flawless, drawing attention to his high cheekbones but you notice a slight roundness to his cheeks, giving a gentle softness to his otherwise edgy features.

As you pass him once more, you lock eyes with the intriguing stranger and your breath hitches in your throat. His eyes are as blue as the surrounding ocean. You don’t think you’ve ever seen any one with eyes that particular shade of blue before.

As you slowly pass him again, he smirks at you, and you feel your heart flutter in your chest involuntarily.

The crackling sounds from the old loudspeakers snap you out of your trance as the teen from before announces the ride was over, and to leave at the nearest exit point. You slide off your horse and make your way to the exit, speed walking back to where you first saw the dark-haired man, only to find he’d seemingly vanished.

You look around the area, confused as to how he could’ve disappeared so fast, only to hear deep laughter echoing a little further down the boardwalk. You turn in the direction of the laughter, only to see the dark-haired man standing in the middle of a group of four other men.

They’re an interesting looking group if you’ve ever seen one: a silvery, white-haired man with vibrant red eyes is standing next to your handsome stranger, snickering at something he said, drawing your attention to the odd amount of scarring under his eyes and around his mouth. Beside him, a man with what you can only assume is box-dyed pink hair, dressed in a black hoodie is leaning slightly on him, listening intently to what he’s saying. On the other side of the ravenette; a taller, slightly older looking blonde-haired man with a long scar running down his forehead, is smoking a cigarette, and beside him, a well-dressed brunette who looked to be about the same age as his scarred companion, is fixing his tie, smiling and nodding with whatever was being discussed.

You smile to yourself as you take in the group. As much as you would’ve liked to talk to the dark-haired man, you didn’t want to interrupt his time with his friends. You turn around, ready to make your leave, only to feel a sudden weight draped around your shoulders. Startled, you whirl around only to find yourself staring up into the deep blue eyes of handsome stranger from before.

Now that he’s up close and personal, you find yourself unable to look away from the unique blue of his eyes. There’s something about them that has you completely entranced, and suddenly, the rest of your surroundings seem to fade away until it’s just you and him. You’re stuck in his orbit and he’s pulling you in simply by looking at you, pinning you in place where you stand. The stranger suddenly blinks, and just like that; he releases you from whatever hold he had you in, abruptly snapping you back to reality.

You don’t even have time to wonder how the hell he was able to catch up to you so fast, before you feel your throat dry up and close up involuntarily as he shoots you a dark smirk.

“’Sup sweetheart?”

His deep voice startles you. It’s smooth, with a slight rasp to it, sounding like he’d smoked recently. He’s warm as well – it’s almost shocking how hot he is, as you feel the heat from his body leaching into your side through the barrier your clothes provide.

You struggle to come up with a response to his greeting, and you can tell by the way his grin grows slightly, he enjoys the effect he has on you. He squeezes your shoulders again, almost teasingly.

“What’s the matter? Don’t tell me you’re getting all shy on me now? I saw you checking me out on the merry go round. Thought you wanted to say hello.”

“You saw that?” you ask before you can stop yourself, fighting to keep the flush you feel creeping up your neck under control, as the man throws his head back and laughs, allowing you to catch sight of clean white teeth that seemed slightly sharper than the average person’s.

“Yeah, I saw. Gotta say, I’m flattered. Haven’t seen a cute thing like you around here for a while. You new here?”

“I… Yeah.” You finally manage to sputter out, “I just moved here.” causing him to grin again.

“Yeah? Where are you from?”

“Tokyo. I got a new job down here. It’s a lot different than the city. Nice though.”

The dark-haired man nodded. “I bet. Why did you move here? This isn’t exactly a major city. I’m surprised you’d want to come here of all places.”

You freeze. Memories of your ex come flooding back, and you chew on your lip as you struggle to figure out what to tell the handsome man. You didn’t want to divulge your shitty dating history to a total stranger, when you yourself were trying to move on. Thankfully, the longer you remain silent, the more the grin seemed to slide off his lips, seemingly understanding what you were thinking, without you having to say a word.

“Someone there made you want to leave?”

You nod soundlessly, causing the man to kiss the back of his teeth.

“Well, that’s a shame. Dunno who the jackass is who made you feel the need to come to a remote shithole like this, but fuck ‘em.”

His brunt comment makes you snort in spite of yourself. You turn in his hold so you’re facing him more directly, offering him a half smile. “I don’t even know your name. What is it?”

The man grins salaciously at you as he stoops down to your level. “Dabi. And you, gorgeous?”

You know there’s not a chance in hell that’s his real name, but you decide not to press him on it. Maybe you’ll ask him about it later, if you ever run into him again.

You tell him your name, and he straightens back up, rolling your name off his tongue, causing you to flush gently under the intensity of his piercing blue gaze, He jerks his thumb back at the group of young men behind him. “The guys and I were just hanging around the boardwalk. Wanna walk with me pretty girl?”

You look over his shoulder to see the other four men staring you down intently. There something about the way they’re looking at you that makes you uneasy, but you can’t place what about it makes you uncomfortable. Instead, you smile up at him and shake your head.

“That’s okay, I don’t want to interrupt your time with your friends. I just wanted to explore a little bit. I’m still unpacking my apartment, so I should probably get back to doing that.”

“You wouldn’t be intruding.” Dabi sends you another grin, teeth glinting like knives in the carnival lights. “I’m sure you’d be better company then those jokers always.”

“I’m good.” You tell him, gently removing his arm from around your shoulders, watching as his smirk falls slightly at your gesture. “Maybe next time, if you’re around.”

“My boys and I live close to the area. I’m sure we’ll meet up at some point.” Dabi takes a step back from you, shoving his hands into his pockets, and sends you another smoldering grin that makes your heart speed up to dangerous levels.

“See you later sweetheart.”

“Bye.” You tell him with a timid wave, watching as he sends you a knowing wink, before turning on his heel and making his way back to his friends, who are already at his throat.

“What the hell was that, Dabi? Thought you were going to bring her back for sure.”

“Dude, I can’t believe you didn’t take her out. You always manage to pull—”

“Shut the hell up you psychos.”

Your roll your eyes as at their conversation as you shift your purse on your shoulder and walk in the opposite direction, away from the interesting group and back towards your apartment. The sound of the roaring ocean overtakes the sounds of the boardwalk as you make the trek back to your apartment alone.

You wake up the next morning to the sound of your phone alarm going off.

You get up with a groan, and slowly begin your morning routine. You shuffle around your apartment as you get ready to start your new office job. You pack your lunch with what meager items you have in your fridge, before heading downstairs to where your car is parked. Hopping in, you quickly plug the coordinates into your car’s nav system, and make the twenty-minute drive to your new office.

It’s small building, and your job is an entrée level position, but it pays decently well and is still more than enough to cover your living expenses – it’s part of the reason you took the job in the first place, since you’ll have to pay the entirety of your rent by yourself now.

Still, you’d much rather struggle by yourself then crawl back to your ex.

You day is uneventful, and you spend the majority of your day filling out new employee paperwork and getting to know the rest of your new colleagues. They’re nice and seemingly keep mostly to themselves, something you’re not used to after working in Tokyo for the last several years.

Still though, you can’t complain. Honestly, you think it might be good to keep your head down for a while as you get settled in. There’d be plenty of time to get to know the rest of your new coworkers later.

Your day passes quickly, and before you know it, you’re pulling into your parking space at your apartment building. Soon enough, you find yourself shutting the door to your apartment with a sigh as you kick your shoes off, before heading into your bedroom to change out of your work clothes and into something more comfortable.

As you make your way back out into your small living room, you’re hit with how bland your new apartment looks in comparison to your old one, and suddenly you don’t want to be in your tiny apartment. You glance out the living room window that’s pointed towards the beach and you know where you want to go.

Grabbing your keys, you find yourself making the short walk to the beach as the sun sinks lower in the sky, casting golden reflections on the water’s choppy service. You spend an hour on the beach, relaxing and breathing in the salty air, before getting up and making your way over to the boardwalk where several food vendors are setting up.

After paying for some cotton candy, you walk around the darkening boardwalk, nibbling mindlessly on your food as you explore several areas you hadn’t been able to look at the night before. As the numerous strings of fairy lights decorating the rides gradually get brighter as the sky grows darker, you decide you head back to your apartment before it get’s too late.

Before you can turn around to make your way back to your home, you feel a presence behind you and a sudden heat washes over you.

“Didn’t expect to see you back here so soon sweetheart.”

You whirl around at the familiar voice, only to see the dark-haired man from the night before standing behind you with a sharp grin. You note he’s wearing the same clothes from the night before, but he’s switched out his long duster for a shorter leather jacket with a ripped collar, adding to his intrigue.

“Oh hey! Dabi, right?” you ask him, prompting him to nod with a wicked smirk.

“Sounds nice, coming from you.”

You roll your eyes at his flirtatious comment, instead asking what you wanted to ask him last night. “That’s not your real name, is it?”

Dabi’s smirk only grows wider at your question, his bright blue eyes seemingly growing brighter. “No.”

“You ever going to tell me what it is?”

The dark-haired man clicks his tongue against his teeth. “Maybe later, if you stick around long enough.”

You shrug, not seeing any point in pushing it further. “Do you live around here?”

Dabi nods after a moment. “Yeah, I rent a place near here with a few guys. They’re tolerable.”

“Oh, your friends from last night?” you ask, thinking back to the group of men with him last night. You can’t help but grin as the man’s handsome face twists into a grimace at your comment.

“Wouldn’t go as far as to call them my friends, but we’ll go with that.” His dry response causes you to laugh.

“So, you’re more of a lone wolf, huh?”

Dabi snorts, the hint of a smile gracing his lips. “Absolutely. Up until those idiots wormed their way into my life years ago, I was fine with being on my own.”

You laugh at his comment before asking: “Have you lived here long?”

At your question, Dabi seems to pause. You watch as he chews on his bottom lip before carefully responding.

“I’ve been here a while, yeah.”

You nod, “Well, it seems nice here from what I’ve seen so far. It’s a lot different from Tokyo, but in a good way, I think.”

Dabi snorts, shoving his hands into his pockets as he looks away from you. “If you’re saying that, then you clearly don’t know what actually goes on around here.”

You frown at his cryptic reply, not sure how to feel about what he’s telling you. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Dabi only gestures for you to follow him, and you do without much resistance. He ends up taking you further down the boardwalk to a spot you hadn’t yet been to, and stops in front of a large bulletin board plastered with several layers of white filers.

He taps the board. “Welcome to the missing person’s capitol of Japan.” He tells you flatly, allowing you to get a closer look at the papers rustling in the breeze.

You feel your heart sink into your stomach as you take in the layers upon layers of printed paper faces and their basic information printed out under them. From what you can see, some of the missing person fliers are months old, and others are as recent as a week ago. The missing people seem to be of every age and ethnicity, but the number of people plastered on the bulletin board is shocking.

You turn to Dabi, flabbergasted. “What the hell is this?”

Dabi shrugs nonchalantly. “An open secret.”

“I checked out the area before I moved here. All the websites I looked at painted this place as quiet and safe. I never saw anything like this.” You protested, causing the dark-haired man to nod.

“That’s because the authorities do whatever they can to cover it up. This has been going on for a long time. Years, honestly. These are the most recent ones.”

“The most recent?!”

“Like I said, years, babe. Didn’t you ever wonder why the rent around here was so cheap?”

“I—well, I mean, yeah, but—” You run a hand through your hair nervously. “I came here to escape from the chaos – not get involved in a different kind.”

Dabi pulls out a pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket and puts one in his mouth, but doesn’t light it, instead opting to nudge your shoulder gently. “You’ll be fine during the day. No one’s going to steal you away sweetheart. It’s night time you have to be worried about. Just keep your head down and don’t go looking for trouble, you’ll be fine.”

You hum in response, but you must not look very convinced, because he sighs around his cigarette, taking it out of his mouth and flicking it into a nearby trashcan. “Tell you what; how about I walk you back to your building. Will that make you feel better?”

“I don’t want to inconvenience you—”

“You’re not.” Dabi interrupts you as he brushes past you gently, his abnormally warm fingers ghost the skin of your arm as he passes you. “Come on. I’ll take you back home. Can’t have someone snatching you away now, can we?”

He winks at you, laughing lightly as your face flushes against your will, yet you find yourself tailing after him, leading him back to your apartment. Normally you’d be very against allowing a near perfect stranger to know where you live, but the news of the missing people has shaken you more then you’d like to admit, and right now having some extra company doesn’t seem like a bad idea.

You walk slowly back to your apartment side by side with him, and in that time, you end up talking about anything and everything. Conversation seems to come naturally with him, and your guard slowly drops. The more you talk to him, the more he seems to loosen up in turn, though he keeps a polite distance when you try and find out more about him, instead, re-directing the conversation back to you.

“So, you never told me why you left Tokyo.” he drawls, heavily lidded eyes finding your own. “This isn’t exactly near there. I’m just trying to understand why you’d wanna leave your family behind to come here. You don’t strike me as the type who likes being alone for long periods of time.”

You stop short and mull over his question in your head. As much as you didn’t want to get into it, the raven-haired man was the closest thing you had to a friend here, and if you continued talking to him as you were, the question was bound to come up eventually. Instead, you exhale loudly through your nose before answering.

“Your original guess wasn’t far off.” You admit quietly, watching as his dark brows rise slightly at your subdued response.

You elaborate. “I left Tokyo to escape from my ex. The relationship had been bad for a while, and I should’ve left sooner then I did, but it was really hard. He was so possessive at the end, I felt like I was suffocating. It never got physical between us, but it probably would’ve if I stayed longer.”

You look up at your companion, only to see that his normally bright eyes are dark, and there’s a prominent tick in his jaw that hadn’t been there earlier. Dabi catches you staring at him, and sighs.

“Does he know where you are?” You shake your head.

“Not that I know of. I didn’t tell many people I was moving here aside from my parents. Most of my friends know I moved, but don’t know where to. I wanted to keep it quiet since he’s still trying to find ways to contact me. I don’t want him knowing where I am.”

Dabi hums in agreement as you approach your building. “So, you don’t have any friends out here, huh?”

You shake your head as you approach the main entrance. “I’m all by myself.”

You both stop a few feet from the door, and to your surprise (and relief), Dabi makes no move to invite himself in. You were worried he’d insist on walking you to your actual apartment, and as handsome as he was; you weren’t sure you wanted him knowing what apartment was yours… yet.

You’re just about to bid him goodnight before he suddenly speaks up, catching you off guard.

“What are you doing tomorrow night?”

“No plans as far as I know. Just working during the day. I should be free past six. Why?” You sputter, not expecting him to ask.

Dabi shrugs, sending you a relaxed grin, and once again you note how his teeth are oddly sharp. “It’s Friday night. If you’re not busy and you want to make some new friends, the guys I room with are having a night in. If you want to join, you can. Our place isn’t far from here.”

You’re slightly shocked at his offer. He doesn’t seem like the type who enjoys more people hanging around him then necessary, but then again, you’ve been wrong about people before, and now that he’s offered, he’s right: you don’t have any friends out here, and you are becoming lonely. Maybe meeting some new people wouldn’t be a terrible thing.

Before you can think about it any longer, you hear yourself agreeing. “Sure, that sounds great.”

Dabi smirks at you, broadcasting his pearly canines. “Excellent. I’ll let them know you’re coming. I’ll come pick you up back here when the sun drops. My place is about twenty minutes by car.”

You nod with a small smile. “That sounds good. Thanks again for walking me back Dabi.”

He only waves you off. “It’s nothing, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Yeah, bye.” You tell him as you open the door to your building, watching as he shoves his hands back into his jacket pockets and heads back in the direction of the boardwalk without another word. You watch him leave until he’s all but swallowed up by the surrounding darkness, before smiling to yourself and heading inside.

Dabi sinks his fangs into the man’s neck faster than he can scream for help. He holds him locked in a death embrace until the man’s frantic thrashing grows weaker, before completely stilling as his body grows limp in his hold.

It’s only when the man’s colour pallet has gone a deathly white does Dabi finally release his grip on the man, letting him collapse onto the sandy ground underneath the boardwalk. He wipes his bloodied mouth on the back of his sleeve with a grimace as he stares down at his victim.

Sour. Too sour for his liking. Clearly the man wasn’t in the best health before he got his hands on him, but beggers couldn’t be choosers, and he was hungry.

That’s the biggest downside to being what he is: the insatiable thirst for blood couldn’t be ignored for long. He would know. He’s tried to fight against his unsavory appetite in the past, but the end results are always the same, and he not about to starve just so a few lost souls could be spared. He’s no saint – in fact, he’s damn near the opposite of one.

Vampire.

The title is branded into him, even if only he can see it. He has to feed regularly in order to keep his more monstrous tendencies at bay, but he can go a few days without a meal. Any longer than that, and the real him becomes visible to all. The last thing he needs is anyone finding out what he really is.

Dabi feels his fangs slowly retract into his gums as he cooly observes his latest kill. It wasn’t anything personal, he didn’t even know the guy’s name. Just like the rest of his victims, he prefers not to know anything about them – it makes draining their blood harder later on. The body laying before him was just some random man he’d seen wandering the boardwalk by himself half drunk, making him an ideal target. It was all too easy to lure the man to a more secluded spot before jumping him, but he’s had years of practice perfecting his craft. He’s done it so many times he doesn’t feel much of anything anymore.

The missing person board can confirm that much.

Once he’s certain most of the evidence has been cleaned from his face, he snaps his fingers, and the corpse before him suddenly bursts into bright blue flames – consuming the unnamed man until there’s nothing left of him except for a pile of blackened ash, and the horrid smell of burnt meat.

Dabi sighs as he turns away from the remains and slowly trudges out from the wooden underbelly of the boardwalk above him, kicking at sand carelessly as his thoughts drift back to you.

You smell so good. Your blood practically sings to him. Walking you back to your apartment had been a challenge to him, as he had to fight every urge screaming at him to whisk you away and drain you dry, just like he’s planned to when he’d first laid eyes on you. But the more he talked to you, and the more you’d let him in on certain parts of your life, the less he wanted to do so.

You were… different. You stuck out from the other humans he’s forced to be around. You were sweet, if a bit withdrawn, but it added to your appeal. Your personality was refreshing, and it made him want to keep you around, and figure out just who you really are.

It helped that he found you to be rather… pretty, to say the least.

He wouldn’t bother trying to deny you were a good-looking girl. He’d seen the way you’d looked at him on the merry go round, and if that meant anything, then you found him to be just as attractive.

Well… at least you found his current face to be handsome. He’s not sure how you’d react to his real face, but he’d cross that bridge if and when he came to it.

He feels the corners of his lips upturn at the thought. Now the real test would be if you could handle him and his boys.

The next day is uneventful. You continue your training at the office, and slowly get to know some your co-workers past a first name basis. You finish up your work load at the end of the day and bid your co-workers good-bye, before making your way back home.

The sun is just starting to dip down in the sky by the time you get back into your apartment. You toss your keys onto your tiny kitchen table, taking a seat and scrolling through your phone mindlessly.

You respond to a few texts from your friends who know where you moved to, letting them know that you’re doing okay, and how you were going to meet with some of the locals later, before one of your friends texts out something that sends a chill down your spine.

Your ex had reached out to them asking them where you went.

Your friend assures you they didn’t tell him anything before you can ask, but you still feel a heavy weight building in your stomach. You end up putting your phone down after promising you’ll text them later, before getting up and moving into the living room, breathing heavily as you fight to control your nerves.

The sun has just sunk behind the horizon as you peer out your window, only to balk as you see a sleek black car parked beside yours in the parking lot, and a familiar man lounging on the hood, smoking a cigarette.

You swear to yourself as you grab your room key and bolt out of your apartment and down the staircase to the main floor. You make your way out into the parking lot, waving at the dark-haired man, who straightens up upon seeing you.

“Hey.” Dabi rasps, tossing down his cigarette and stomping it out.

“Hi.” You tell him with a slight smile. “I didn’t expect you to come by so soon.”

“I told you when the sun sinks.” The blue-eyed man retorts, but there’s no venom behind it. “You ready?”

“Let me get changed first.” You tell him, gesturing down to your work clothes. “You can come in and wait in my apartment if you want. I’d feel bad if I left you out here.”

Dabi looks hesitant at first, but he nods and follows you stiffly towards the entrance of your building. You wave him through, and he passes you with a slightly uncomfortable look on his face, before following you up the stairs to your front door. You open it and step in, expecting him to follow you, but he doesn’t. You shoot him a questioning look, and he cocks an eyebrow at you, giving you a tiny smirk.

“Gonna invite me in doll?”

“Oh, sorry, you can come in.” You laugh, and that seems to be the invitation he was waiting for, since he glides through your doorframe easily, shutting it behind him.

You can’t help by notice how glaringly out of place he seems in your minimalist apartment. He sticks out against the light colours like a sore thumb, and you have to bite back a giggle as you watch him take a seat on your small living room couch.

“Can I get you anything to drink?” you ask him as you make your way towards your room. Dabi only shakes his head as he leans back into your sofa.

“I’m good doll, thanks.”

“Okay, I’ll be out in just a second.” You tell him as you dip into your room, shutting your door behind you. You quickly throw on some casual but nice clothes and run a brush through your hair in an attempt to rid yourself of the tangles. You don’t know what kind of night you were in for with a bunch of men who looked to be in various stages of their twenties and early thirties, but you still wanted to look presentable. The last thing you wanted was to be accused that you were trying too hard, or turning Dabi’s invitation into something it wasn’t.

Once your satisfied with how you look, you make your way into your living room where Dabi is waiting for you. You don’t miss how he eyes you up and down as he stands up and makes his way over to you. “Ready?”

“All set.” You confirm, watching as his fiery blue eyes seem to light up as he grins at you. Twirling his car keys on his finger.

“I’ll drive.”

You follow him downstairs to his car, and surprisingly, he holds the door open for you. You slide into his passenger seat with a stammered thank you, allowing him to close the door behind you and get into the driver’s side, starting the car with a low roar. He puts the car in gear and pulls out of the apartment complex, before turning onto the road that leads back towards the beach, chatting you up all the while.

Your nerves about meeting the rest of his roommates slowly fade away as he assures you that his roommates where alright (even though he claimed they were still annoying), and while some of them were quieter than others, they meant well.

He steers the car past the boardwalk, causing you to raise an eyebrow at him. Dabi catches your look and chuckles. “I rent a house on the other side of town with a few guys. It’s more secluded.”

You nod as you watch the multi-coloured lights from the rides pass you by as Dabi continues on down the road. You learn very quickly he wasn’t kidding about his house being secluded, as he pulls off the main road and onto a dirt path leading into the trees that line the left side of the road. You can’t help but inwardly sweat at the change of scenery, but the passive look on Dabi’s face doesn’t change as he focuses on the road.

“You plan on murdering me or something?” You half joke, only for him to snicker.

“Naw doll, not tonight. You’re too pretty for that.”

He must see how flushed your face is reflected in the mirror, because he laughs openly at you and reaches over to squeeze your knee with a hot hand

“Kidding. Relax, we’re here. Probably should’ve told you I live in the middle of nowhere.” He chuckles as he pulls into an old driveway and puts the car in park. “Welcome to my house.”

You find yourself looking at a large traditional-styled home that looks like nothing’s been done to it since the turn of the past century. There’s moss and dead leaves littering the roof and front yard, and some of the white paint on the front of the house is cracked and pealing. If you had stumbled across the house on your own, you would’ve thought it was abandoned – if not for the two other cars parked on the other side of the driveway, signaling the house was inhabited.

Dabi must see your apprehensive look as he gets out to open your door again despite your protests. “I know, it looks like a bit of a dump.” He admits as he jerks a thumb towards the house. “That’s what happens when you have five guys who all work nights living under one roof. Rents cheap though. It’s why we’ve been here for so long.”

“You all work nights?” you ask as Dabi leads you towards the front door. He hums in agreement as he opens the door, exposing a dark inside interior.

The more you think about it, the more it makes since. You’ve never encountered him during the day, and every time you’ve run into him it was always near the boardwalk.

“What is it that you do?” you ask him as he flicks on a light near the door, illuminating an old mudroom and part of a dark hall. He shuts the door behind you as he kicks off his shoes, prompting you to do the same.

“I work near the docks.” He tells you vaguely as he gestures for you to follow him further into the house. “I do some operational work. Shipping and receiving. All that boring shit. It’s not very exciting.”

“What do the rest of your roommates do?” you ask him as he takes you towards a closed off room near the back of the house. You can hear different voices echoing behind the door as well as what sounds like a TV playing in the background. Dabi only shakes his head at you as he opens the door, exposing the room inside.

“You can ask them yourself.”

You step inside and are greeted to the sight of the four men from the boardwalk lounging around a large flatscreen TV. The man with the pink dye job and silver haired man with the odd scarring on his face are huddled around the screen playing a fighting game, while the two older looking gentlemen are sitting on the worn leather couch behind them, providing commentary. The blonde one with the scar running down the front of his face is smoking another cigarette, while the brunette dressed in well-tailored clothes is sitting on the other side of the couch, away from the smoke.

The pink haired man lets out huff of annoyance as his on-screen character dies. He turns around, only to freeze as he locks eyes with you.

“Oh shit.” He breathes, “She came.”

His comment causes the other men to turn around and stare at you, their facial relations ranging from a mixture of surprise to slight distrust. You don’t know why some of them are looking at you with slightly guarded expressions, but you don’t get to dwell on it for long, as Dabi comes in behind you and lightly drapes an arm across your shoulders.

“These are the guys.” He announces, nodding at each of them in turn. “The two idiots on the floor are Tomera and Iguchi. That’s Jin,” he nods to the blonde who breaks out into a grin, waving at you. “—and last but not least is Atsuhiro.” The aforementioned man stands up to greet you, giving you a polite handshake.

“I apologize for the mess.” He tells you, gesturing around the crowed room. “We seldom get guests. We weren’t sure if you were actually going to come.”

“That’s alright. I didn’t notice.” You tell him as Dabi steers you towards an empty couch to the side of the one Jin and Atsuhiro are sitting on. You notice he keeps his hand on your frame as you sit down with him, and he doesn’t remove it afterwards, almost as if he’s guarding you. It’s not uncomfortable, but you notice the same uneasy feeling you had when you first met him and his motley crew is back. There’s something about them that unnerves you, but for the life of you, you can’t place what it is.

They seem alright at first glance though. Tomura and Iguchi resume their game, but make a point to talk to you while they play, as Jin and Atsuhrio engage you in conversation, all the while Dabi observes you, not really adding anything to the conversations, and seems content just listening to you talk to his roommates.

You find out that Tomura and Iguchi are streamers – their online tags being Shigaraki and Spinner respectively – while Atsuhrio works as a street performer using the stage name Mr. Compress. Meanwhile Jin (who insists you call him Twice, for reasons he doesn’t get into), does deliveries around town during the evening, on top of working with Dabi at the docks when it’s slow, but has the night off tonight.

As you slowly start to relax, the conversations gradually become easier until you’re questioning why you felt so uneasy in the first place; that is, until Tomera makes an off-handed comment to you.

“M’surprised he brought you back here.” He jerks a thumb back at Dabi, not looking up from his game. “Most girls don’t last that long with him—”

“Tenko,” Dabi seethes out through gritted teeth beside you. “Shut. The fuck. Up.”

“Don’t call me by that name.” The red eyed man snaps suddenly, pausing the game to glare at the man beside you. “That name is dead, and you know I’m right.”

“Don’t be an ass.” Dabi snarls back as he pulls you towards him. “I told you to behave tonight while she’s over.”

“Fuck you, you’re not my father.”

“No, but I can torch your ass—”

“Alright, maybe we shouldn’t have this fight in front of her.” Iguchi suddenly speaks up, cutting them both off. “I don’t know about you guys, but I like her, and I want her to come back.”

“Thank you, Iguchi, I like you too.” You tell him sweetly, causing the tips of his ears to pinken, as he mumbles something intelligible under his breath and turns back towards the TV. Tomura rolls his eyes and resumes the game. Jin only chuckles as he turns towards you.

“I’m glad you’re here.” Jin tells you with a genuine smile. “Himiko’s going to love you.”

You shoot Dabi a questioning look, but he only rolls his eyes. “You’ll meet her shortly.”

“Her? But I thought only you guys lived here—”

Before you can get another word out, the distant slam of a door, accompanied by the sound of footsteps rushing towards the room interrupts you. As the light footsteps grow closer, you feel Dabi tense up beside you, as he leans over to whisper something to Atsuhiro that sounds suspiciously along the lines of, “I swear, if she’s just getting back in from one of her nightly rampages, we’re going to have a problem-“ Before a blonde girl who looked to be no older then eighteen, with two hair buns on either side of her head, bursts into the room with an almost manic grin on her face.

“Guys, you would not believe what I smelled coming back up here.” She cackles. “I think there’s a—” she cuts herself off as her abnormally golden eyes find yours. Before you can blink, she’s tossed herself over the couch that Jin and Atsuhrio are sitting on and plops herself down right in front of you.

“Hi! You’re really pretty! I’m Himiko Toga! Who are you?” she questions you with a smile that’s almost too wide for her face. You introduce yourself with a breathless laugh at her animated introduction, only to hear what sounds like a rumble coming from Dabi.

You turn to him only to see his insanely blue eyes are locked on the girl sitting in front of you and realize that he is, in fact growling at her.

“Back off Toga.” He warns her, but she ignores him.

“God I’m so happy another girl is here – I’m stuck here with these smelly boys every day and it get so boring! Do you know that you smell really, really good by the way—”

“Okay, enough.” Dabi hisses through gritted teeth. “Jesus, you don’t need to come onto her that fucking strong.”

Himiko gapes at him in mock shock. “Oh, come on. I could smell her all the way from outside the front door. You know she smells good. We all know!” She points around the room, but for some reason none of the other men meet her eye. In fact, they seem to be trying incredibly hard not to acknowledge what she’s saying.

Odd. You don’t remember putting on any perfume before you left.

“Thanks… I guess.” You tell her, unsure of what to say in response. Before the younger girl can respond, Dabi swiftly interrupts her.

“It’s not a bad thing. This psycho just doesn’t know how to give a compliment like a normal fucking person.” He shoots her a pointed look, but he’s not snarling at her anymore. Himiko seems to get the point, and sticks her tongue out at him, settling into the space between Jin and Atsuhrio, chatting excitedly with the older blonde, while occasionally sneaking glances at you.

The earlier tension fades away and you spend the next couple of hours with the odd group, chatting with each of them. Some of them have more to say then others such as Jin and Himiko, while Tomura and Iguchi are more on the quiet side, but still pleasant to talk to none the less. Dabi remains quiet for the most part next to you, never saying much, but you can tell he’s pleased with how you interact with his roommates.

Still, even as you grow more comfortable around them, there’s still a nagging feeling in the back of your mind that something is off about them. You have no proof to back up your unease though, so you try your best to ignore it, and focus on having a good time. After all, the seemingly mismatched group was the closest thing you had to actual friends here, and made you realize how badly you missed your group of friends back home.

You quickly end up losing track of time, and it’s only when Dabi checks his phone besides you, and muffles a curse under his breath, do you realize how late it is.

“Shit, it’s already five, I gotta take you home, sun will be up soon.” He mutters as he stands up, offering a hand to you, which you accept.

“Gotta keep up your sleep schedule?” you ask, hearing Tomura snort in the background at your comment. Dabi only nods as he heads towards the door.

“Something like that.”

You wave at the rest of the group. “It was really nice meeting you all.” You tell them sincerely. “Hopefully we can do this again sometime.”

“Come back anytime!” Himiko chirps, waving at you enthusiastically. “You better bring her back!” she crows at Dabi’s retreating from, and he waves at her without turning back around.

He leads you towards the front of the house where your shoes are, before walking out into the dewy morning air towards his car. Once again, he holds your door open for you, ignoring your protests, before getting in himself and starting the car, pulling out of the old driveway, and heading back down the dirt path towards the main road.

The sun is just starting to peak out from the horizon, painting the coastline in soft pinks and purples as Dabi steers the car past the old boardwalk, before you finally ask the question that had been on your mind for the last couple of hours.

“So, what’s the deal with Himiko?”

The dark-haired man only grunts. “You mean why is she so unhinged? Beats the hell outta me princess. “

“No, not that.” You wave him off, smacking his shoulder playfully at the nickname as he sends you a shit-eating grin in response. “I mean… you didn’t tell me about her initially, and I’ve never seen her with you before. Does she live with you too?”

Dabi mulls over your question for a moment, keeping a careful eye on the horizon which is slowly growing brighter, as he turns onto your street. After a moment he nods.

“Yeah, she does.” He confirms. “I know how it looks: one high school girl living with five guys in their twenties and thirties, but trust me, it’s not like that.” He’s quiet for a moment before elaborating.

“Toga has a shitty past. She ran away from her folks years ago – bad homelife from what she told us – and she had nowhere to go for a long time. I found her wandering the boardwalk one day and she never left after that. She took to Twice immediately, and she’s basically like his little sister. He’d do just about anything for her.” He exhales through his noes as he begrudgingly admits; “Hell, we all would.”

“Damn, how much did it hurt to admit that?” you tease him, prompting him groan.

“Shut up.” He grumbles as he pulls into your building’s parking lot. He parks the car and turns to you. “So, did we scare you off?”

“Not yet.” you tell him with a smile as you unbuckle your seat beat and open your door, posed to leave. “You guys are definitely interesting, I’ll give you that, but honestly; this was really nice. Thank you for inviting me over. I hope we can do it again sometime soon.”

Dabi shrugs his shoulders, “Well they seem to like you, especially Toga and Twice, so you’re welcome to come over again if you want. It’ll have to be during the evening though, since we all work at night.”

“Noted.” You tell him as you slide out of the car, only for him to suddenly grab your arm. You turn to stare at him quizzically, only for him to nod at your purse.

“Gimme me your phone for a second.”

You unlock it and pass it to him wordlessly, only to see him open a new contact in your phone and type something into it before passing it back to you. “My number.” He tells you before you can ask. “It’s easier to get a hold of me this way, rather than running into me at night at random.”

“Good call.” You agree, “I’ll text you later?”

“I’ll be waiting.” He sends you a knowing smirk. “I’ll see you later sweetheart.”

“Yeah… later.” You tell him, closing the door behind you. He waits until you’ve made it inside your building’s lobby, before peeling out of the parking lot and taking off towards his house like hell on wheels. You find it a little strange, but you loose track of your thoughts when you glance down at your phone, only to see he’s labeled himself as Dabi with a little flame emoji and a winky face next to his name in your contacts.

You feel yourself blush involuntarily as you stuff your phone back in your purse and climb the stairs to your apartment.

You definitely had a crush on him, you couldn’t deny it. Yet there was something off about him you just couldn’t place. There was something he wasn’t telling you – you just couldn’t figure out what it was.

The next several weeks come and go, and for the most part, they’re uneventful.

Work is going well, and you finally manage to find the time to finish personalizing your apartment so it looks more like home. Your friends still message you occasionally, giving you updates about what’s going on back home, and your ex pops up in conversation with them once or twice on how he’s still asking about you, much to your dismay. Aside from that, everything in your life is shockingly normal.

It feels almost odd being able to say it out loud. This is the most at ease you’ve felt since breaking up with your ex. Being on your own, away from him and his obsessive tendencies, makes you question why you didn’t do it sooner.

It feels nice, being able to breathe for the first time in almost two years since calling it off with him. Your life is calmer, maybe a bit slower than you’re used to, but it’s peaceful and stable. You’re happy.

The only major thing that’s changed recently is how you’re spending a lot more time around Dabi now.

Ever since he gave you his number, you’ve been texting back and forth frequently. You’ve gotten to know him better in that time (even though he still refused to tell you his real name), and you can safely say; he has his quirks.

For starters; he only messages you at night. He’s radio silent during the day, and only texts you back once the sun has set, or whenever he gets up. You’d blame it on him working nights, but he’s always quick to respond to your texts late at night, and always seems to be free whenever you message him asking if he wanted to get together, making you wonder what kind of work schedule he runs on.

Another thing you find peculiar is how you don’t think you’ve ever seen him eat before. You’ve offered to make him dinner a few times or to go into town to get something, but he always waves you off politely, telling you he’s already eaten, or giving you some other reason why he doesn’t want to get food with you. It’s not a deal-breaker by any means, and he doesn’t strike you as the type to have issues with food, but you leave it be just in case.

He's also weird about coming into your apartment even though he’s been in it multiple times by now. You’d initially thought he was uncomfortable being in your space, but it seems to be more of a politeness thing than anything else. He’s definitely not as stiff about entering like he was when he first came to visit, but he still makes a show about you inviting him in, even though he claims he could waltz right into your unit if he wanted to, but he never does.

Finally, you’ve noticed he isn’t particularly well-liked by the locals. In fact; none of the people in his house seem to be, but it’s especially bad with him.

It’s glaringly obvious. He’s taken you into town a handful of times so you can walk around together, only for people to glare pointedly at him and start whispering as soon as you were both out of ear-shot. If it bothers him, he doesn’t let it show, but you know from how his jaw tenses up, he’s aware that people are talking behind his back.

You tried to ask him about it once, but he shrugged you off, saying something about how there was some bad blood between him and some of the older locals, but refused to dive into it, stating how it was old news, but some people didn’t like to forget the past. His tone had given you the impression he wasn’t going to tell you any more than that, so you’d left it alone, not wanting to get into it.

There were somethings people didn’t feel comfortable sharing. You could relate; your rocky relationship with your ex was one of those topics for you.

To his credit, Dabi doesn’t pry into it, but it’s come up a few times – it’s inevitable, you knew it would eventually – but he doesn’t force you to say more then what you want to tell him. You don’t think you’d have to say much anyways; he seems to be able to piece together what happened in your past relationship on his own, without you having to say much of anything.

“Guy’s a dick.” He’d told you bluntly one night as you were taking an evening stroll around the boardwalk. “Seriously, he sounds like a tool. You should be glad you got out of there when you did. I wouldn’t waste your time crying over someone like him.”

“Easy to say that now – it wasn’t so easy when I was living with him.” You’d told him calmly. “We had joint banking. It’s hard to get out when you have to pay rent and buy groceries. I saved up enough to move out and get my place here eventually, but it took time.”

He’d fallen quiet at that, shifting his piercing blue orbs from your figure to the wooden boards beneath his feet, before nodding and muttering mostly to himself; “Yeah. I get that.”

For some reason, your heart had swelled in your chest upon seeing him vulnerable for a moment – a far cry from his usual fiery and cocky self.

In that moment you knew you were screwed; you were down bad for a man whose real name you still didn’t know. Somewhere along the lines, he had wormed his way into your heart without you noticing, and made a place from himself there.

Yet, you couldn’t say you minded. He was different from anyone you’d ever met, but in a way you found refreshing.

Currently, you find yourself walking with him on the boardwalk once again, admiring the blinking strings of fairy lights. Dabi doesn’t hold your hand, but he walks stride for stride with you, your shoulders bumping occasionally at the close proximity. Suddenly, a loud wail interrupts the usual fair noises permeating the warm evening air around you.

You both turn in the direction of the cry, only to see two middle-aged women standing in front of the massive missing person’s board. One of the ladies is sobbing unconsolably, while the other one is trying to console her.

Ah yes, you’d been so wrapped up with moving into your place and hanging out with Dabi on top of work, you’d almost completely forgotten about the town’s dark underbelly.

You can see Dabi’s lips pull downwards slightly as he takes them in, and he reaches out to try and steer you away from the scene, muttering under his breath about not wanting to get involved, but you gently pull your arm away from his grasp as you take a hesitant step towards the ladies who are slowly moving away from the old wooden board. You manage to overhear the last bit of their conversation as they leave, and older woman’s cry’s pull at your heart.

“—I don’t understand, where could he have gone? I saw him that morning, but he never came back home!”

“—We’ll find him dear. Maybe he’s visiting your friends on the other side of town.”

“—He would’ve called! It’s been three days! Three days since I’ve heard any word from my husband!”

You creep closer to the old corkscrew board and feel your heart sink in your chest as you find yourself looking at a fresh photo of a middle-aged man, presumably the woman’s missing husband. Now that you can see the board in its entirety, you notice there’s several new fliers posted among the sea of other missing faces, presumably never found.

You hear the heavy tread of Dabi’s combat boots behind you. “There’s more.” You tell him sadly without turning around. You hear him exhale loudly through his nose.

“Told you there would be. I wasn’t lying. This place is the missing person’s capitol of Japan.”

“I don’t understand.” You turn to face him, only to see that he has a blank expression on his face, giving nothing away. “I’ve never seen anything suspicious when we’ve gone out at night, and you told me that’s when this stuff usually happens.”

“The difference is; you don’t go out looking for trouble.” Dabi tells you smoothly, his insanely blue irises meeting yours, locking you in place. “Trust me, these people probably went out of their way to stumble across something they weren’t supposed to see, and they paid the price for it. Bad things happen all the time sweetheart, whether you see them or not.”

“You seem pretty confident about that.” You murmur finally, holding his gaze. “Had some experience with trouble in the past?”

For once, Dabi doesn’t have anything to say to you. Finally, he sighs and rakes a hand through his inky spikes. “Maybe.”

You want to ask him what he means, but in that moment, you feel your phone vibrate from inside your purse. You fish it out, only to see a text appear on screen that has your blood turning to ice in your veins.

???

Found you.

There’s no name attached to the text, only a random number you don’t recognize, but you think you already know who it’s from.

It has to be him. There’s only one other person you can think of who would text you something so innocent but so sinister, and it has you feeling like you want to puke.

Your ex-boyfriend.

Your eyes dart around the packed boardwalk wildly, trying to see if you could spot the familiar face of your ex in the crowd, but thankfully, you don’t see him anywhere.

How in the hell did he find you? There were only a few friends aside from your parents who knew where you’d moved to, and you highly doubt any of them would tell him where you’d gone. It was possible he’d simply gotten a new number and found a way to text you just to scare you, and if that’s what he wanted, he had accomplished his goal.

Your panic must be written across your face clear as day, because the next thing you know, Dabi has a hand underneath your chin, lifting your face up to meet his concerned expression.

“—I asked if you were okay doll. I’ve been calling you, but you didn’t respond to me.” He tells you. He glances down at your phone, a frown pulling at his lips. “What’s that?”

“I don’t know.” You tell him truthfully, shoving your phone back into your bag. “A really sick joke, I hope.”

His eyes narrow, the fire burning in them shines brightly, even though they’re more lidded then usual as he narrows his eyes at you. “What’s going on sweetheart?”

“Nothing—I—” You croak. You can’t stop looking around, hoping, praying, you don’t see the one person you were trying to escape from staring back at you. “—I gotta go.”

A look of concern passes over Dabi’s face, and you feel a flash of guilt for lying to him, but you don’t want to get him involved. You don’t want to bring anyone else into your mess. It’s not fair.

“If this was about earlier, I can—”

“It’s not!” you cut him off, already backing away from him. “I’ll text you later. I just—I just gotta go. I’m sorry.”

You don’t give him time to respond, before you pivot on your heel and book it down the boardwalk, away from the blinding lights, and away from him.

You don’t look back, and you don’t stop running until you’re in your tiny apartment – slamming the door behind you and locking it – even though it feels suffocating. It feels like the walls are closing in on you, and you’re finding it hard to breathe as you collapse onto your bed and cry.

You don’t know what to do.

You awake to the sound of furious pounding on your door.

You don’t know when you passed out; probably sometime after you managed to calm down slightly, but you can feel the dried tear tracks covering your cheeks as you slowly sit up and shuffle hesitantly towards your front door. The pounding continues, and you can’t help but wonder what time it is, and if you were going to receive a noise complaint from one of your neighbors, before you hear a horribly familiar voice just outside your door:

“I know you’re in there. You better open up right now or I’ll get your whole building involved!”

Your blood turns to ice in your veins as you hear the unmistakable sound of your ex-boyfriend’s voice snarl threateningly from the other side. You feel like someone’s dumped a bucket of freezing water on you as you start to panic. Tears flood your eyes involuntarily as you try to process what’s happening, but nothing’s making sense.

You have no doubt he’d wake the rest of your apartment building to get at you – if he hadn’t already woken up your neighbors. You know what he’s like better than anyone. Your ex has always been a big guy, and once he has his mind set on something (or someone), he’ll stop at nothing until he’s gotten it.

You have no idea how he got in the building in the first place, or how he figured out what apartment was yours, but that doesn’t matter as you watch your doorknob start twisting violently. You bolt forward and grab it with both hands, trying to keep it from unlocking as you listen to your ex-boyfriend grunt outside the door, no doubt trying to pick the lock from the outside.

After a few moments of back and forth struggling with the door; you hear the tell-take click of the door unlocking. You don’t stick around to watch it swing open – you know you won’t be able to hold it closed against him for long if he tries to force it open – and you sprint to your bedroom, slamming the flimsy door shut and locking it behind you.

You can’t calm down; you hear him in your kitchen, treading around the tiny space, calling for you, before his heavy footsteps slowly make their way towards your bedroom door.

You have limited options; if your apartment was closer to the ground, you’d consider escaping out your bedroom window, but you’re several stories up and you don’t want to do something that may cause you to break your leg, putting you at even more of a disadvantage against your ex-boyfriend. You have no idea what he wants from you, but if he’s so desperate that he’s willing to stalk you and break into your apartment, it can’t be good.

The police will take too long to get to you, you already know this. In the past, they hadn’t been helpful in these kind of situations – you know from experience. You can’t call them… but there is someone you can call.

You dive for your purse and pull out your phone just as your ex starts pounding on your bedroom door. Your finger hovers over Dabi’s contact in your phone, as he starts yelling at you through the door. You don’t want to involve Dabi in your personal troubles, you really don’t… but right now, you don’t have a choice.

Even though you don’t want to call him… you know he’ll help you.

Before you can second-guess yourself, you’ve hit the call button, and scoot yourself into the farthest corner of your room from the door, as you listen to the phone ring. It only rings twice before he picks up.

“It’s three in the morning sweetheart, what’s going on? Are you okay—”

“Dabi please help me!” you interrupt him, whispering frantically as your ex starts to rattle your doorknob. “I’m in trouble. I don’t know what to do!”

“What’s wrong? Where are you?” Immediately, his voice deepens, and you can tell he’s on high alert. You can’t see him, but you can hear rustling on the other end, and the tell-tale jingling of keys in the background.

“I’m in my apartment—it’s my ex—I don’t know how, but he found me. He broke in, and now he’s outside my door!” You hate that you’ve starting crying again, but you’re terrified, and Dabi can tell.

“Is he in the room with you?” Dabi rasps on the other line. “I can hear shouting in the background, that him?”

“Yeah, that’s him, and no he’s not, but he’s trying to force his way in!”

Dabi hums and you hear a door slam in the distance, followed by the sound of what you assume is his car starting.

“I’ll be there in less then ten. Just stay on the line with me. Everything’s going to be okay doll, I promise. I don’t know what he wants, but he’s not going to hurt you, I promise—”

At that moment, your bedroom door flies inward, causing you to scream and drop your phone, ending the call, as your ex rushes towards you. A surge of pure adrenaline hits you, and you drive your foot into his stomach and kick him back, giving you enough time to push yourself to your feet and make a mad dash for your door, only for him to grab you around the middle, and throw you down onto your bed, climbing on top of you and pinning your hands before you can recover.

“Get off me you freak!” you screech as you thrash in his hold. You manage to knee him in the sternum, briefly knocking the wind of out him, but it only serves to make him angrier, as he presses his knees into your thighs, and grips your wrists so tightly you know you’ll have handshape bruises adorning your arms for days after.

“Hell no, I finally found you, you little bitch—there’s no way in hell I’m letting you go again.” Your ex seethes above you. “It took me weeks to track you down. Your friends were no help, so took me longer than expected to find you.”

“I didn’t want you to find me, that was the point of me moving here!” you wail as you desperately try to free your legs. “I never want to see you again! What part of that is so hard for you to understand?!”

“Bullshit. You and I aren’t done until I say we’re done.” Your ex snaps. He looks around your bedroom and scoffs.

“I see you’re trying so hard to build a new life without me. Ungrateful brat. You moved on fast.”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean—”

“Don’t lie to me!” Your ex-boyfriend dips down so your noses are almost touching. “I saw you on the boardwalk with that guy earlier. Who the hell is he? Your fuck-buddy? Your new boy toy?”

“He’s not my boyfriend, but he’s on his way here so I suggest you leave before he makes you!”

At your threat, your ex throws his head back and laughs. “I know what he looks like. He’s not even half my body weight. I’m not fucking scared of him—”

The abrupt sound of your front door being kicked in aggressively stops him mid-sentence, and the sound of heavy boots stomping towards your bedroom causes him to freeze. Your ex shifts so he’s more upright and looks behind him, giving you a clear view of your doorframe; only to see Dabi standing in it, looking absolutely feral.

His dark hair is wilder then usual, obsidian spikes sticking up every which way, and he has on the dark, torn duster you’d first seen him in over his usual dark pants and white tee-shirt, giving him a an almost deranged look. He has a mean glint in his eyes you’ve never seen before, and he looks almost predatory as your bedroom casts odd shadows across his face. You’ve never seen him this pissed before, and all of your instincts are screaming at you to run as you take in his disheveled appearance.

“You’re not scared of me, huh?” Dabi chuckles, but there’s no humor to it. His voice is as cold as ice, but his eyes are like blue fire, and are locked on your ex.

“You should be.”

It’s the only warning you get before he lunges at your ex. The sudden tackle rips him off of you and Dabi wastes no time taking him to the floor as you bolt upright. You look on in shock as both men wrestle on the floor before it turns into an all-out slug fest between them. You leap out of the way as they make their way off the floor and crash into your walls, never once taking their hands off of each other as they yell obesities and filth that you’re certain your next-door neighbor can hear through your shared wall.

Honestly, you’re shocked at how well Dabi is handling himself – you didn’t think he was weak, but he’s much leaner then your ex and not as tall – yet, he’s clearly got the upper hand as he cracks your ex across the face in rapid succession. You freeze as his nose explodes into a mess of scarlet, splattering across his face and your wall as he yells out in pain, taking his hands off of Dabi to hold his nose in a pathetic attempt to stanch the bleeding. The sudden display of gore has the opposite effect on Dabi.

He stares at the blood flowing from your ex’s nose like a faucet, before shooting you an almost apologetic look.

“Sorry you have to see this doll.”

You don’t have time to ask him what he means before he seems to shift right before your eyes. The shadows of your room seem to warp and twist around him, and you think it’s just a trick of the moonlight streaming in from your window; until you watch his obsidian hair turn stark white.

You feel your eyes widen as his form shifts – you ex is too busy trying to keep his nose together to pay attention to what’s happening in front of him – but you notice a horrible burning smell wafting through the room as his once pale, flawless skin morphs into a patchwork mess of dusky, wrinkled burns, held together to the few patches of visible healthy skin by what looks like silver surgical staples glinting wickedly in the pale moonlight.

You have no idea what’s happening to him or who or what he is, but you feel your knees give out as he flashes you a nasty looking grin, giving you a full view of the wicked sharp fangs sliding down past his burnt lower lip.

“You—” you whisper, but you don’t manage to say anything more, before Dabi turns back to your ex, grabbing him by the hair and yanking him down to his level, before sinking his razor-sharp fangs into the side of his neck before the larger man can even register what’s happening.

Your ex tries to fend him off, but Dabi is stronger. He ends up relinquishing his hold on his hair in favour of wrapping his arms around him in a death embrace. You can’t pull your eyes off of the scene in front of you, as your ex’s struggling gradually grows weaker, while Dabi laps at the blood flowing freely from the deep puncture holes in the side of his neck.

You hear your ex gargle wetly in the back of his throat before he goes completely limp in the white-haired mans grip. After a moment, Dabi retracts his fangs from his neck, before tossing his motionless body to the floor. You whimper involuntarily as you cover your mouth, staring at the lifeless body of your ex-boyfriend as Dabi whirls around to face you, his piercing eyes finding yours.

“You killed him.” You whisper. Dabi only glances down at the still-warm corpse on your bedroom floor for half a second before locking eyes with you again.

“I did.”

“Why?”

“He was assaulting you.”

“Oh.” You croak lamely. You try not to stare at the red coating his lips and dripping down his chin, staining the white of his shirt.

A moment of silence descends on your room. The only thing you can hear is the frantic pounding of your heart in your chest – it’s so loud in the resounding silence, you’re sure Dabi can hear it. The air is so tense you can cut it with a knife, but neither of you make a move. Finally, you clear your throat.

“I think I’m going to call the police.”

“You’re not going to do that.”

When the ivory-haired creature speaks, his voice is low and quiet, but you can tell just by looking at his eyes, he means business. You swallow thickly and nod to the corpse behind him.

“There’s a dead body in my apartment Dabi, I need to call the police. I—” you cough, trying to reason with him. “I’m not going to tell them about you. I won’t say anything. I know you were trying to protect me, but I can’t just ignore a dead body in my bedroom—”

“Don’t worry about it.” Dabi interrupts you, waving a hand at the corpse dismissively. “I’ll take care of it.”

“What do you mean you’ll—”

Dabi snaps his fingers, and before you can blink, the corpse of your ex-boyfriend bursts into bright blue flames. You scream as you scramble backwards, pressing yourself further against the wall, as the flames rage and quickly consume the body before your eyes. Dabi only grins savagely at your reaction.

“Don’t be scared sweetheart. He’s trash. The least he can do is become fuel for my flames.”

“Oh my god,” you whisper, watching as the cobalt flames extinguish themselves, leaving nothing but ash in their wake. “What are you?”

Dabi only stares you down as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “I think you already know the answer doll.”

You do. But you don’t think you can voice it out loud. You don’t know what it means for either of you now.

Dabi licks his mismatched lips, allowing you to catch a glimpse of his red tinted fangs. “You’re coming with me.”

You shake your head. “No, hold on—”

“I’m not giving you a choice sweetheart.”

He’s on you faster than you can blink. He slaps a brunt hand over your mouth before you can cry out. He grabs your chin with his free hand as he presses you up against the wall, forcing you to stare into his burning irises.

“Sleep.” He commands.

You feel a wave of sudden fatigue pass over you, and your eyelids flutter shut against your will. The last thing you remember is feeling his insanely warm arms wrap around you and a sudden feeling of weightlessness, before sleep takes you.

You wake up with a pounding headache.

Blinking away sleep, you slowly sit up with a groan and rub at your eyes, wincing internally as you feel your eye makeup smear even further. You slowly look around, only to freeze as it suddenly dawns on you have no idea where you are.

You’re in what appears to be a bedroom, but it’s hard to tell since it’s so dark. The window coverings block out any form of light from outside, keeping you quite literally in the dark. You have no idea what time it is or (more concerning), who’s bedroom you’re in, until the events from before you passed out come flooding back to you.

Your ex. Blood everywhere. Dabi. Scars. Blue flames. Fangs.

You shudder at the last thought. Had you hallucinated the whole thing? It didn’t seem real. You think back to feeling the heat of the flames that had consumed your ex-boyfriend on your skin, and you rub at your arms involuntarily.

No, they had definitely been real. Which means everything else was real too.

Currently, you were certain of two things:

One: your shitty ex was dead. Drained of his blood before being incinerated to a crisp before your very eyes.

Two: Dabi wasn’t human.

Before you can sink too far into your thoughts, you’re suddenly aware of a prickling sensation dancing along your skin. You know the feeling all too well, and as groggy as you might feel in the moment, you’re painfully aware someone’s watching you.

You’re not alone.

A slight shuffling noise from the far corner of the room catches your attention. You slowly turn in the direction of the sound with baited breath, only to see an abnormal looking shadow faintly outlined in the surrounding darkness of the room.

You already know who it is without him having to say anything.

“Dabi?” you call out to him timidly. A deep sigh answers you.

“Good, you’re awake. You’ve been out for a while.” He rasps quietly.

“Where am I?” you ask, squinting at his outline. The more you try to make him out, the more he seems to try and blend into the pitch of the room.

“My room. Back at the house. I drove us back here after you passed out.” You hear him kiss the back of his teeth. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to make you sleep for so long.”

“Wait, how long have I been out?” you question, as you feel around your surroundings, only to realize that he’s put you on his bed.

“About an hour. Dawn’s coming soon. I couldn’t leave you alone after you saw all… that.”

He doesn’t need to clarify what he means.

You both laps into an uncomfortable silence, before you finally gather up the courage to ask him the question that’s plagued you since he took you.

“Are you going to kill me?”

Silence answers you, and you feel yourself start to shake as every horrible scenario you can think of races through your head. Almost as if he senses the what you’re thinking about, you hear Dabi take a hesitant step forward, only to catch himself at the last second.

“…No.” he finally admits. “No, I’m not going to kill you.”

“Then why did you bring me here?” you sniff, as you try to control the tears you feel pricking at the corners of your lash line. “Why do any of this. What are you? Who are you?”

He doesn’t answer you. You squint into the abys of the room where you know he is, and you can faintly see his deep blue eyes gazing back at you, looking like twin flames in the gloom. You swallow hard and try a different approach.

“It’s too dark in here… can I have some light?”

Dabi sighs, but you hear him snap his fingers, and suddenly a candle you didn’t know was nearby, bursts into blue flames. The wicks hiss and sizzle before settling, casting an eerie blue glow around the room, illuminating it slightly. You glance to the corner where you know Dabi is, and you can see him a little better, though he seems to be trying to keep himself out of the light as much as possible.

You frown slightly. “Come here.” You tell him quietly, patting the space beside you on the bed. You know you’re tempting fate, but you believe him when you say he won’t hurt you. He had multiple chances to kill you, and yet; you’re still here.

You hear Dabi snort. “I don’t think you want that.”

You shake your head. “I do. C’mere. We need to talk.”

Dabi falls silent, but you see him turn towards you, and slowly makes his way over to you. The flickering blue light the candle provides casts twisted shadows over his lean frame as he stops just in front of you, and bends down so he’s eye level with you.

You find yourself face to face with a mess of painful looking burns covering the majority of his face, held together with countless surgical staples. The burns are everywhere; under his eyes, his neck, the entirety of his lower jaw, and even his ears. Now that you’re up close, you can see he even has some staples decorating his ears much like regular piercings, and he even has three studs dotting the right side of his nose. They suit him in a way, and you can’t help but find him handsome, even with half of his face completely ravaged by burns.

Dabi’s eyes glint savagely as you take him in slowly, his two-toned lips pulling back and exposing the deadly sharp fangs inside his maw. “Not pretty, is it?”

“What happened to you?” you whisper, hesitantly reaching up to touch his burnt lower jaw. Dabi seems to want to flinch away from your touch, but he forces himself to stay grounded as your fingertips gently brush his destroyed skin.

He laughs breathlessly and rakes a burnt hand aggressively through his now very white hair. “It’s a long story.”

“I have time.”

“Yeah. Sure.” He agrees, pulling away from your gentle hands reluctantly. He trudges over to a small loveseat pushed up against the wall opposite to his bed and sits down on it, shrugging off his torn duster, before putting his head in his hands with a sigh, giving you a painful view of the long wine-coloured burns tracking down his arms and ending at his knuckles.

You try not to focus at the dried blood that’s still decorating his shirt and hands.

After a moment he props his head up on his hands, fixing you with his intense gaze, but still doesn’t say anything. You realize he’s waiting for you; but now you’re at a loss for words. The agitated vampire across the room from you sighs, and you can see the veins in his neck become more prominent as he forces himself to try and relax.

“I know you have questions, so ask.”

“So, you’re really a—” you cut yourself off and swallow thickly. Even though you know what he is without him saying it, you still can’t quiet bring yourself to say it out loud. He leans forward, smiling meanly as he rests his forearms on his knees, eyeing you with his burning stare of his, that suddenly seems so cold.

“Go on, you can say it.” He prompts you, finally getting you to unfreeze.

“—A vampire.” You finish lamely. He nods, leaning back and draping both arms over the back of the loveseat.

“You got it sweetheart.”

“But how?” you prod, finally finding your voice. “I thought they were myth?”

“So did I, until one bit me.” Dabi snickers unkindly across from you, before quieting down, allowing you to ask your next question.

“How did you become one?”

“I died.” Dabi tells you flatly, avoiding your gaze for the first time since he brought you here. His nose scrunches up after he says it.

“Well, I almost did. Technically I was walking the line between life and death when the old fucker found me.”

He sighs and runs a blood-stained hand through his spiky white mane, leaving faint russet streaks behind. You force yourself to maintain eye contact with him as he speaks again.

“When I was alive, my name was Touya Todoroki.” He admits softly, giving you his real name for the first time since you met him. “I was taking a walk in the woods near my family home when a forest fire broke out, burning everything. I got trapped in the blaze and I ended up with these.” He gestures to the dark patches of gnarled skin covering the majority of his visible skin.

“I’m not sure how I managed to survive, and I don’t know how long I was left there for; but it was the vampire who ended up turning me, who found me in the aftermath. I was in bad shape and probably would’ve died if he hadn’t given me his blood, turning me into this.”

He says it so scathingly. You know he’s frustrated without him having to tell you. Still… the horrific burns that mar his skin tell you a story of unspeakable agony. There’s no way a normal person would’ve been able to survive what he went through without help. His help just happened to have come from an unexpected source.

“He saved you.” You murmur quietly, causing Dabi… Touya… whatever his name was, to snort bitterly.

“He didn’t fucking ask, he just did, consequences be damned. Believe me, there was plenty of days at the beginning where I wish he hadn’t and just let me die.”

His bluntness causes a deep ache to bloom in your chest as you take in the vast amount of damage covering his body. You can only imagine how much worse the burns had been when he’d first been turned, on top of dealing with becoming what he is now. Before you can say anything, Dabi continues on, still refusing to look at you directly.

“After he turned me; my sire brought me back with him to recover. I ended up staying with him for a few years while I was figuring out my new body before I eventually left. Found my way here a while ago and never ended up leaving. Been here ever since.” He looks at you pointedly. “Don’t ask me how old I am. I stopped keeping track a while ago.”

Normally you’d be content to leave it there (honestly, now that he’s said it, you’re not sure if you want to know exactly how old he is anyways), but he has a car, which means he must have a license of some kind, which then begs the question how he was able to get one in the first place.

“Wait, so if you’re a vampire and you’re… older than you look, how have you been able to get a drivers license, or any I.D. for that matter?” Dabi snorts.

“Remember how Compress works as an entertainer?”

“Yeah…?”

“Turns out he’s really good at forgery too.”

“Oh.” You furrow your brows at his explanation.

“So… Compress knows about your… condition?” Dabi smirks at your hesitance.

“Oh yeah. Fully aware.”

“Is he… I mean… is everyone in the house a—”

“We’ll put it this way doll: nobody in this house has a heartbeat except for you.”

Well, this just kept getting better and better. Not only was your crush and his friend’s part of the undead; they were also committing fraud. You definitely knew how to pick them.

In hindsight, you shouldn’t be as surprised as you are upon hearing the rest of Dabi’s roommates are also vampires. All of them operated at night, and they definitely had quirks that set them apart from other people. Not to mention it would also explain the feeling of unease you always experienced around them. You’re more shocked at how many there are, which brings you to your next question:

“So, your sire—” you look at him questionably, waiting for him to explain. Thankfully, he provides you with an answer.

“—is a term referring to the one who turns you, yeah. Mine happened to be a particularly old bastard. Strong as hell, but old as time. He had a lot of influence over my kind back in the day. Pretty sure he died some years back. No idea who killed him, but I’d thank them if I knew.” He pauses before laughing lightly.

“Come to think of it; Shigaraki and I share the same sire, but he stayed with him way longer than I did. I left as soon as I could.”

Well, that was interesting news. “Why?”

“He played favourites.” The snowy-haired vampire grins at you from across the way, but there’s no warmth behind his eyes.

“I’m pretty sure he turned me first, but I was already gone by the time Shigaraki came into the picture. We knew of each other, but our paths never crossed. He sought me out a year or two before our sire bit the dust, and I’ve been stuck with him ever since. As for the others…” he waves his hand dismissively. “Hell if I know. They just sort of showed up one day, one after the other. I don’t know how they found us, s’not like I was broadcasting we were here, but they still came regardless, and then they never left.”

“For what it’s worth, I’m sorry about what happened to your sire.” You tell him. “It must be hard, loosing your mentor like that.” To your surprise Dabi only laughs, waving off your concerns.

“Don’t be. In fact, I’m not. I’m glad he’s gone. Shigaraki was more torn up about it then I ever was, but even he got over it. There’s a lot of perks that come along with your sire dying. Powerful perks.” He leans forward, pointing to the blue flames chewing away at the candle wicks.

“When it comes to vampire hierarchy, the most powerful vampires are the older ones who create the majority of newer vampires. The vampires they turn are basically their pawns – never to get any stronger – unless, their creator dies. Then they can inherit some of their former sire’s abilities through succession.”

He grins darkly at the confused expression you know you must be wearing on your face, because he elaborates before you can ask. He taps the marred skin of his lower jaw.

“If you haven’t noticed, I can shift between my real face, and the one you’re used to seeing; minus the burns. I didn’t used to be able to do that. Do you know how fucking difficult it is to go out in public when your face looks like this? Even at night, all people do is stare. It’s fucking annoying.” He shakes his head, allowing the dim candle light to reflect off his pale hair, giving it a blue tinge. “There’s a bunch of other things I can do now, but this is the most useful.”

“Like the flames?” You ask. Surprisingly, Dabi shakes his head.

“No, that I’ve always been able to do since I turned. My own special ability if you will. Normally you get one when you become a vampire. Shigaraki can decay shit; Toga can transform herself into a different person if she’s drank their blood; Twice can create multiple copies of himself; you get the picture. there’re some weird ones out there. Mine’s a sick fucking joke, considering it’s what killed me in the first place, but it’s powerful, so I can’t complain too much.”

“Oh.” You mumble, still trying to wrap your head around what he’s telling you, but you know you’re failing miserably. You’re not worried about him killing you, but you still don’t understand why he’s telling you all this.

“So… you don’t want to kill me.” You clarify gently. Dabi only shakes his head.

“No. Wouldn’t have bothered tell you all that if I did.” He confirms softly.

“Then what do you want with me?” you ask him again. Dabi sighs.

“I don’t think it’s a secret that I like you princess.” He tells you with the faintest hint of a smirk, and you feel heat rise to your cheeks. “—and I know you like me too.” He adds after a pause.

Your mouth twitches and you nod slowly before looking away. “I do, it’s just... this is a lot to take in.”

A thought occurs to you suddenly, an awful thought. One that you wish you didn’t think of, but now that you have, you have to ask.

“All those people… the missing ones from the boardwalk… that was you, wasn’t it?”

His silence is telling.

“Oh my god Dabi…” you whisper, running a hand through your hair as you let out a breathless laugh. “There’s so many people… how long have you been doing this for?”

“To be fair, not all of them were me.” He corrects you, but his answer lacks any of his usual fire. “There are five other vampires here. I can’t drain over a hundred people by myself. Besides, I don’t need much to survive. I can go two or three weeks without feeding, but the longer I go without blood, the worse the thirst is.”

“Over a hundred?” you sputter. You think back to all the faces you’d seen posted on the bulletin board. Some postings had been quite old while others had been days old, and there had probably been more before them – many more.

“Like I said; we’ve been here a long time. We never get old, and we basically never die… but we have to feed. That’s the trade off.” Dabi tells you solemnly.

“We normally try to go for people who won’t be missed; drunks, the occasional asshole who pisses us off… and some piece of shit abusers.” He growls ominously, and you know that he’s referring to your ex without him having to say it.

“… But some people just end up coming across us at the wrong place at the wrong time.” He admits after a moment. “We try to be selective about who we feed off of, but if we’re starving, we have to feed, otherwise we would go feral.”

“Is that why you brought me here?” you hate that you have to ask him, but you need to know. “To feed off of?”

“Hell no.” Dabi reaffirms. “Of course not. Your blood smells incredible, and I’d be lying if I told you I hadn’t thought about drinking from you...” He bites his burnt lower lip as you visibly cringe in front of him, before quickly adding: “But I’m not going to feed off you. I enjoy having you around too much. You’re different from the other humans I’m forced to be around. Besides, I’m not hungry anyways.”

You try not to read too much into that.

“So then what are your plans for me?” you finally ask, as you pull one of the blankets you were laying on over your legs. “Why bother telling me any of this? Do… do the others know I’m here?”

“They know. If you’re worried about them getting at you, they won’t. They’d have to go through me, and I’m not someone they want to fight anyways. I’d light their asses up if they got within ten feet of you. But they don’t want you harmed either, so don’t worry about them.”

“You’re sure about that?”

Dabi scoffs. “Shigaraki isn’t happy that I brought you back here, but he’s a miserable bastard on a good day. I couldn’t very well leave you back at your place anyways.”

“So then what happens now?” you ask quietly. “I don’t think things can go back to the way they were before.”

Dabi shakes his head; his ivory spikes sway sightly at the motion. “No. They can’t. I figured if I brought you back here and tried to explain what was going on, you’d understand at least a little. I wouldn’t have bothered saving you from that piece of shit if I didn’t somewhat care for you, you know.”

“I know.” You pause before averting your eyes, and mumbling bashfully; “Thank you for saving my life. I have no idea what he was going to do with me, but whatever it was, it wasn’t good. I was… so scared.” You admit as you drop your gaze to your hands.

You ex had never acted like that before in the past – even when things were at an all-time low between you, he’d never physically assaulted you. The look he’d had in his eyes could’ve fooled you into thinking he was possessed by a demon. You don’t want to think about what would’ve happened had Dabi not intervened.

At your silence, Dabi stands from his spot and slowly makes his way over to you, giving you plenty of time to stop him if you wanted, but you let him approach. He cautiously kneels on the bed in front of you, and slowly takes your hands in his large, scarred ones.

“Look;” he tells you softly, but firmly. “I wasn’t lying when I said I like you. There’s something about you I find irresistible – and it’s got nothing to do with how I find the smell of your blood intoxicating either. I want you to stay… with me, that is.”

You feel yourself soften at his admission and he groans in the back of his throat, squeezing your hands. “Look. I’m not good at this shit. I’ve been around a long time and I’ve never been good at it – never needed to be – but ever since I met you, I’ve wanted to keep you all to myself.” He bites out a laugh at his admission.

“It’s selfish of me to say that; especially considering everything that happened with your ex – but you make me want to be.” He licks his lips before quietly admitting;

“I may be a monster, but I certainly won’t treat you like one.”

You mull over his words for a moment. His eyes convey nothing but sincerity, and you find yourself believing what he’s saying to you. You squeeze his hands back.

“I feel the same way about you.” You admit, watching as a variety of emotions flicker through his eyes. Shock. Surprise. Acceptance, and something else you couldn’t quite place—

“Can I kiss you? He suddenly blurts out. You blink, realizing he’d gradually gotten closer to you, invading your space and crowding you in. If it’d had been anyone else, you’d be uncomfortable with how close they were to you; but it’s Dabi, and even with the knowledge of what he was, you don’t feel anything but calm.

Odd, considering you’d watched him murder a man right in front of you not too long ago – but even knowing that, you know he won’t hurt you.

You nod, your eyes slipping closed, and he leans in and presses his two-toned lips to your own. The texture of his lips is unlike anything you’ve ever felt; his upper lip is soft while his bottom lip is rough and chapped from the burns, but the contrast is nice, and you feel yourself sigh into the kiss, giving him further access to your mouth. The scarred man takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, deepening the kiss, as you feel his hands leave your own to cradle either side of your face. You realize how big his hands are when you feel his fingers splay out across your lower jaw and sweep over the pulse point in your neck, keeping you tethered to him as you fist your hands in his shirt.

You only pull back when air becomes too much of a necessity, but not before you boldly run your tongue over the too-sharp teeth hidden in his mouth, causing Dabi to laugh slightly as he watches you regain your breath. His hands never leave the sides of your face, as you reach up to cover the backs of his stapled covered hands with your smaller ones.

“You’re playing a dangerous game sweetheart.” he chuckles, slowly rubbing circles onto your face with his fingertips. “Keep doing that, and I really won’t be able to control myself around you.”

His statement makes you blush and you squeeze his hands. “Dabi I—"

“Touya.”

“What—?”

“Touya. My real name. It’s Touya.” He tells you breathlessly. “You asked me when we first met what my real name was. It’s Touya. Just call me Touya.”

“Touya.” You test his real name out gently, and a pleased rumble escapes the back of his throat.

“Fuck, it sounds good coming from you.” He tells you, eyes half-lidded. “Really good.”

Your heart pounds in your chest as he closes the gap between you again, pressing his lips to your own, only this time, he’s bolder and allows his hands to wander down your body until they settle on your hips, hot as a brand.

“Shit.” You murmur as you wrap your arms around his neck. Touya chuckles against your lips before tilting his head so his head his mouth is right next to your ear.

“If you want to keep going, just know I’m not going to stop.” He rasps as he squeezes your hips. “I won’t force you, but if you don’t want to then you have to tell me now—”

You cut him off by turning your head and pressing your lips to his again, prompting him to pull you closer until you’re practically straddling his lap.

“Fuck.” He snarls as he shifts and pins you down on his bed. “Here I was trying to be nice. Trying to be good for you, but you had to go and rile me up—”

“Touya.” You whimper as you feel something hard pressing into your inner thigh. “Touya please. Don’t tease.”

“Fuck sweetheart, I know. Don’t worry I’m going to take care of you.” He hisses as he paws at your shirt. “Fucking—take this shit off. I want to see you.”

He helps strip you out of your clothes in record time, and suddenly you find yourself bare before him. You move to cover your exposed breasts but Touya swiftly pins your hands. He doesn’t bother to try and hide his unapologetic gaze as he takes in the sight of your naked body on his bed.

He looks at you as if you’re a work of art, you realize, and he seems to be completely lost in you. You call out to him gently, snapping him out of whatever trance he’s fallen under.

“I can’t believe you’re letting someone like me do this to someone like you.” He admits. “Even after I told you what I am. After you’ve seen what I can do. What I’ve done.” He shakes his head, but his eyes light up as a wicked smirk overtakes his features, allowing his fangs to peak out from under his lip.

“Think you might be as fucked up as me, pretty girl. No woman in their right mind would let a monster like me fuck them after watching me kill their shitbag ex. You’re a sick little thing, aren’t you?” he teases you, but you only shake your head.

“You’re not a monster.” You tell him sincerely. “I don’t think you are.”

Touya only smiles down at you as he touches his forehead to yours. “Think you might be the only person in the world who thinks that sweetheart, but thank you.”

You fist your hand in his bloodied shirt. “Take this off.” You tell him, and for the first time, he hesitates slightly.

“It’s not pretty underneath.” He warns you. “The burns go all the way down.”

You help him out of his shirt in response.

He’s not wrong: his torso is a mosaic of dark purple burns and staples crossing over his shoulders, stomach and back. His legs aren’t much better once you shimmy his pants down his legs, but you couldn’t care less once you see his cock.

It’s beautiful and pale like the rest of his unmarred skin, it’s a good length, and decently thick. The tip is flushed red and you can’t help but swallow in anticipation as he kneels between your legs again. Touya grins as he hovers over you.

“I can hear your heart about to burst out of your chest princess. You might wanna calm down; don’t want you passing out on me.”

“Shut up.” You mumble sheepishly, prompting him to laugh. “It’s been a long time since I’ve—well…”

Touya chuckles at your hesitance. “Me too.” He admits, and for some reason, it makes you feel better. Touya’s eyes rake down your exposed form, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he drags his eyes up to your neck. “You smell so good.”

“Do you want to?” you ask breathlessly, turning your head slightly to the side. “I could let you—”

“No, not yet.” Touya murmurs, bending down to kiss you. “Let me try something.”

You don’t get the chance to ask him what he means before he’s bent down between your legs, and licking a long stripe through the middle of your pussy with the flat of his tongue.

You let out a load moan and throw your head back as he begins to lap at your pussy like a man starved, his large hands hold your thighs open as he licks at your center. You whimper and moan as he eats you out with vigor – your cries only increasing in volume as he introduces his fingers to where you need him most.

He starts with one pushing deep into your core, but it isn’t long before he’s adding a second digit, scissoring you open as he eats you out like he’s biting into a ripe fruit, and you feel divine.

It’s not long before you feel yourself teetering on the edge, and you close your eyes as you prepare to fall – only for your eyes to suddenly snap open as you feel something sharp digging into your inner thigh. You bolt up with a gasp only to see your vampire’s fangs buried in the meat of your thigh as he continues to pump his long fingers in and out of you.

Your blood dribbles down his chin as he continues to suck on you – moaning around your leg – and some sick part of your brain thinks it’s one of the hottest things you’ve ever seen. You reach down and fist your hand in his hair, tugging on it slightly and watch his eyes close as he groans something that sounds suspiciously like “harder.”

His fingers brush up against your sweet spot when you tug on the blood-streaked strands again, and you buck up into his hand, causing him to stroke the spot again and again has he drinks your blood. You’re getting light-headed and you can’t tell if it’s from your impending orgasm or the blood loss, before Touya pulls away from your leg, and twists his fingers just right, causing you to fall over the edge with a loud gasp as you feel yourself come undone.

“Fuck me.” You hear Touya snarl, and suddenly he’s looming over you again, caging you in with both his arms on either side of you, mouth dripping red with your blood. He grins down at you sadistically, elongated fangs streaked red with your blood. “That’s so fucking hot.”

You only moan in response as you feel for the puncture wounds he’s left in your thigh, but he swats your hand away as he lines himself in with your entrance. He pins both of your hands above your head with his free hand, and swoops down to press a heated kiss to your neck before slamming himself home – filling you up in one fluid motion.

You feel your back arch off the bed, and your mouth drops open in a silent ‘o’ as you struggle to adjust to his size. Above you, Touya hisses, as he struggles to keep himself in check.

“I can feel you squeezing down on me.” He pants. “You keep doing that, I’m not going to last long.” He warns you, but you shake your head.

“Don’t care. I just—I just want to feel you Touy—”

You don’t get to finish your sentence before he’s moving within you. His movements are deep and deliberate, leaving your breathless as he snaps his hips against yours at a brutal pace. He’s relentless, almost as if he’s trying to make a home for himself in your depths. You notice that his pupils are dilating and shrinking rapidly as he struggles to hold himself back break completely breaking you.

“Fuuuck.” The white-haired vampire groans as he slides his hand down to your hip, holding you in place as he pounds into your gummy walls. “You’re perfect. I knew you would be. I wanted you. I wanted you from the moment I smelled your blood. I’m glad I didn’t—” he cuts his ramblings off, and buries his head in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent as you moan his name.

You feel his fangs ghosting along your neck, and it brings you back to reality. You weakly tap at his hand holding both of yours prisoner with your fingers, and he quickly releases you. You opt to wrap your arms around his burnt neck – being mindful of the staples holding his skin together – trying to keep him as close as possible, as his other hand finds your free hip, and grips you hard enough that you know you’ll have handshape bruises by the time you’re done.

But that doesn’t matter, not when he’s trying his damnedest to rearrange your insides.

“I’m close.” You murmur in his burnt ear, and he grunts in acknowledgment.

“Me too.” He rumbles, pressing his warm body to yours. “Need you to come for me doll. Need to feel it—” he sneakily reaches down to rub at your clit, and that does you in.

You come with a choked scream and he follows you with an almost feral snarl. You feel his cock twitch and are rewarded by the warm stream of his dead seed deep within you. It’s too much stimulation, and you try to move away, but he follows you, holding you down with his body weight. You feel the press of his fangs like a whisper against your neck, but he doesn’t bite down, much to your surprise.

You stay glued together for what feels like an eternity, only for him to pull out of your body with a huff and flop down next to you on his bed. He doesn’t go far though, and opts to pull you close to his scar-ridden body so you’re practically laying on top of his chest; not that you mind though.

It’s funny, now that you’re so close to him – it’s only now that you realize he doesn’t have a heartbeat.

It should be concerning. It should have you running for the hills. You should be panicking at the knowledge of the literal undead roaming around, draining unsuspecting victims of their life blood – and while you’re still not sure what to think of the last part – you also know the vampire next to you wouldn’t hurt you. He’s protected you in his own gory way, and while you know you probably shouldn’t; you feel safe around him.

You trace the seams of his scars, and feel him hum contentedly in the back of his throat as he shifts you slightly against him. Peering at the dark window coverings, you can see the faint traces of dawn light trying to break through. Touya follows your gaze through heavily lidded eyes.

“Guess you’re staying here doll; I’m not going out in that. I’ll take you home later.”

“What, so you can make me do the walk of shame in front of your roommates?” you ask him, causing him to laugh.

“They won’t say anything. Not if they don’t want to get turned to ash.” He wiggles his eyebrows, and flashes his fangs at you, glinting wickedly in the low candle-light. You tap them hesitantly.

“Why didn’t you do it?”

“Do what?”

“Bite me. You could’ve.”

“Your leg says otherwise sweetheart.”

“Not that.” You brush him off. “I mean my neck. I know you wanted to. I could feel you.”

Touya exhales loudly through his pierced nose. “I did.” He admits. “The problem is, if I did, I probably wouldn’t stop.”

“Ah.”

You lapse into silence for a moment more, before you go back to tracing seams of his broken skin. “Can you turn people? Into what you are?”

He only nods, closing his eyes gently. “I can.” He confirms. “Never done it before though. Never had the need or want to.”

You feel your heart speed up in your chest, and you know he must be able to hear it as you force yourself to ask; “What would you do, if I asked you to turn me one day?” Touya only chuckles.

“I’d turn you into my own personal thrall. Keep you by my side.”

“Oh, so like some sort of slave?” you tease weakly, but Touya only shakes his head with a slight grimace.

“I was thinking more along the lines of a Dracula’s Bride sort of arrangement actually. I wouldn’t put you through the shit I went through when I first turned.”

The implication hangs heavy in the air between you, but he doesn’t make a move to take it back. You twist and prop yourself up on your elbow so you’re looking him dead in his eyes, only to see he’s deadly serious, causing your breath to hitch in your throat.

“You mean that?”

“Wouldn’t say it if I didn’t.” he tells you gruffly, placing one of his large hands on your head and pushing you back down to his chest. “Don’t ask me shit like that unless you’re actually serious though. It’s a one-way street. The change is permanent. You’re this forever.” He warns you.

He must see the hesitation in your eyes, because his voice softens, and the hand that’s currently holding your head down switches to lightly combing through your hair.

“Live your life for now sweetheart. My offer still stands: If you really want to toss your mortality out the window. I’ll be the one to take it from you. But for now, just think about it. You can give me your answer when you’re ready.”

“…and what if I decide I’m never ready?”

Touya chuckles. “Then you’ll have my undead ass as a boyfriend when you’re an old lady up until the day you die.”

“A boyfriend huh?” you tease, grinning up at him softly. He rolls his eyes.

“Yeah, yeah. I just told you I’d make you my thrall, that’s all you’re getting from me pretty girl.”

“You basically said you’d make me your wife. Dracula’s bride, remember?”

Touya rolls his eyes, and you swear you see the faintest dusting of pink flash across the parts of his cheeks that aren’t brunt, but it’s gone as soon as it came, prompting you to giggle, and you both fall into a comfortable silence.

He squeezes you once after a heartbeat. “I’d take care of you, you know; if you wanted me to turn you. I’ll take care of you now, but I’ll look after you if and when you decide you want me to change you. You know my secret so you’re stuck with me now. It’s not like I can let you go. You don’t have a choice.”

You laugh in spite of yourself and snuggle closer to him. “I could think of worse things.”

“You say that now…”

“and I’ll mean it later.” You tell him as you reach up to stroke the burnt flesh of his jaw. “Really, I do.”

You feel Touya press a light kiss to the crown of your head, “Yeah I know.” He confirms, murmuring into your hair. “Now, sleep. I’ll take you back to your place once the sun has set. We’ll figure out what to say to your landlord about the scorch marks I left behind. Worse comes to worse, you can just move in here with me.”

You feel your eyelids droop at his words and you snuggle into his burnt flesh, trying your best not to apply any more added pressure to the sutures keeping him together, as you feel his arms settle at your waist, keeping you close to him.

You weren’t sure what the future held for you now, but you were sure that whatever it decided to throw your way, your vampire wouldn’t be far behind you.

FIN

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bakugou-katsukis-wife · 2 months

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hellooooo can i be 🩰 anon?? ^-^

i wanted to request dabi getting jealous over either shigaraki or twice flirting with y/n!! honestly, i feel like he’d be sooo pissed cause like y/n’s kind of flirting back but she’s just teasing him~~

it can be fluff or smut ^-^ !! i don’t mind~~

thanks again! you seem super sweet and i love your writing!!

Authors note: Hey! Thank you for the request, I'm grateful for your kind words♡♡. I hope i answered your request well!

Ps. This is my first time writing smut, so I apologize before hand-

Pairing: Touya Todoroki x fem!reader

Gener: Smut

Summary: Touya got jealous once he saw you on twice's lap. Things did not end in the best satisfied way you would've wanted. You had to be reminded who you belonged to after all.

Warnings: sexual content, teasing, edging, orgasm denial, p in v, fingering, slight BDSM (uses of belt), toys, spit kink?, masochism?, marking, dom!Touya, Sub!reader, reader has she/Her pronouns, impending release, fleshlight usage, slight degardation, name calling (lil'mouse, brat, slut, doll, princess, etc), (Lmk if I missed any, also not proof read)

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

(Nsfw start has been mentioned)

It was a normal day for the L.O.V . They didn't forge any attacks or do anything of the sort.

Shigaraki was coped up in his room, talking to his master while dabi had left to get groceries so that they don't die of starvation.

All the while you, toga, and twice remained at the bar drinking away. It was noon and the sun was still up but, eh.

In your drunken state you didn't realise when and how you ended up in twice's lap as he brushed his fingers through your hair, the proximity between you two going unnoticed by you.

Twice always was a flirty guy, well one of his personalities were. He flirted with you all over the place whenever he could- like right now, hes been telling you how you looked pretty the other night where you and dabi had gone out on his bike; your tight biker's jacket making him blush.

While he still played with your hair you absentmindedly played with his fingers still resting on the bar top, Toga gave her over 3 shots in the past 10 minutes.

"Awe isn't that cute? You're adorable twicey~"

Toga was giggling to herself, not warning you two about dabi coming down the steps and into the bar-

"The fuck is going on?" Uh oh. Dabi's here. Pretty sure he heard you.

You startled away from twice's lap, your finger going on your lips as you innocently looked around, at twice, then yourself, then the bar top with shot glasses and Toga, and then at Touya.

You stifled your giggles, "nothing! Twice was just giving me cushioning so that I don't get sore!" You smiled sweetly. As if nothing was wrong here.

You turned back to twice and bent down a bit to give him a peck on the cheek, thanking him for looking out for you.

You knew dabi stared at your ass, it was right infront of his field of view.

Touya's eyebrows were raised in question as his lips formed a scowl.

The plastic bags melting from where his hands had started heating up. The bags fell, burning to the ground.

"You sick motherfucker. How dare you touch my girl?!" He stalked over to twice, pushing you aside. Grabbing him by the throat as he threatened him. His hand glowing with fire right next to his face.

Before twice could reply though, he turned towards Toga on the other side of the bar, "and you? You know she's light weight!" Toga just shrugged and snickered in amusement.

You watched everything, you didn't like this. It's not fun anymore. You stood their with a pout as your emotions took a toll on you. Fuck, it's the shots you took.

Touya let go of twice after pushing him off the barstool in anger and walked over to you.

He put his thumb and forefinger under your chin and tilted your head up, your doe eyes looking back at him, getting glossy by the minute.

You were sensitive. Very sensitive given your drunk. But that's your charm, you can literally manipulate people with just your eyes. If only you weren't so drunk, an airhead, and God were you a tease.

A single tear escaped from the corner of your eye, Touya was quick to catch it on his finger and press a chaste kiss to your lips.

He then moved to kiss your neck, trailing his kisses up to your ear, "now now baby, if anything I should be crying dont'cha think? I just saw my girl rubbing her ass on another guys lap. That's not a pleasant sight now is it?" He whispered as he pressed another kiss at your ear lobe, nibbling at your skin. His ministrations caused you to shudder under him.

"Let's take this to my room shall we lil'mouse?"

He didn't wait for a response, he grabbed your wrist and dragged you towards his room.

--- (nsfw starts here.)

He pushed on his bed roughly, staring into your eyes the whole time.

He pulled your ankles till you were sitting at the edge of his bed, legs on his shoulders as he went down on his knees in between your plush thighs. Face to face with what he loved so so much.

"I think this mouse has forgotten who she belongs to. Isn't that right?" He mocked all his questions, looking into your eyes daring you to disobey him in any way.

You just shook your head desperately, tears forming in your eyes "p-please.. m'sorry.." You knew this couldn't be good.

"Please what?, Brat." He spat out as his cold fingers were quick to flipping your skirt up, slapping your inner thigh harshly. He groaned as he saw the wet patch against the lace of your panties.

"You're always wet aren't you? Just waiting for someone to fill you up. Bet that's what was going through that dumb head of yours sitting on that Fucker's lap when I'm not here." His nose nudged the patch as he inhaled your scent with yet another groan.

"N-no.." You whispered at his accusations.

"No? Then what were you thinking that got you this wet hm?" He knew the answer to that. His doll was always eager to be filled with his cock all the time.

You paused for moment. Pondering if you should answer him or not. But your thoughts were cut of quickly, Touya had slipped your panties aside and delivered a sharp slap right against your clit making you squeal loudly.

"Answer me brat." He let a glob of spit flow down his lips onto your already glistening pussy.

The cold fluid making you shiver as you stuttered to respond, "Y-you" You visibly swallowed in sheer nervousness from his glare still on you.

"That's what I thought, now it wasn't so hard now was it princess?" , "yet you decided to flirt with that piece of shit?. That's unacceptable lil'mouse."

His calmness was honestly scaring you now. You expected him to blow up and scream. I mean he did but, this? He sounds so... so chill. It's honestly terrifying, you can't tell what he is planning to do to you.

He could see how your eyes flickered under his gaze, the tinge of fear lacing them.

He smirked as he licked a singular swipe from your rim to your clit, you let out a shaky sigh. Closing your eyes as you savored the feeling.

"Eyes on me doll." He pinched your clit as his hand snaked up under your shirt to play with tits. His tongue slipping inside you, fucking you at a slow and sensual pace You opened your eyes, your hands instinctively going to grab onto his hair as you whimpered "Touya...~"

He stopped your hands, you looked at him in slight shock, you thought he just wanted to eat you out? Wrong.

"Nuh uh baby, you take what I give. Nothing more. Nothing less. You wanna complain?" He got up from under you, you watched as he took his belt off. He grabbed both your wrists and bound them together with his belt. Tightening the straps till the point it actually got painful, "t-too tight Touya!" You screamed, his hand instantly slid down, plunging three fingers into at once. Making you scream out his name.

His pace was relentless, he curled his fingers in the best ways as you became a squirming, moaning mess underneath him.

You felt the knot in you tightening to the point of bursting any minute now, Touya felt it too. He knew the tell tale sign of your walls clamping down on his finger, you were almost there. Almost. You were moaning a string of words telling him how good you felt and how close you were, you knew your release was close, just one more thrust...

Touya pulled his hands away, laughing at your whine of frustration as tears went down your pretty face.

He saw how you tried to close your thighs to rub them together, but his hand came in between.

"Awe isn't that you cute? You're adorable doll~" He coo'ed at you, mocking your words from before.

You whined more, your nose sniffling "Touya! This isn't fair!" You cried out, your bottom lip wobbling

He chuckled and reached down to take your bottom lip between his teeth, sucking on it.

He unbuttoned his jeans sliding them down, just enough to take his dick out.

"Should've thought about that before babe." He smirked

Shivers went down your spine once Touya rubbed his dick agasint your folds, covering himself in your slick. You were still sensitive from his previous touches. He knew that.

Without much warning, he shoved himself balls deep in one single thrust. Your back arched, eyes rolling back.

"F-fuck. You're still so tight baby- ugh"

God the sounds you made, Touya can only assume everyone outside knows what's happening in here.

Touya's thrusts were sharp, quick, and mildly painful. His pace wasn't for you, it was for him. He was using you as his personal cocksleeve. He grabbed your thighs, your legs now over his shoulder, putting you in a mating press. The new angle making you scream out loud.

He pinched your nipples and squeezed your tits, his mouth didn't leave your neck. You're pretty sure there'll be dozens of purple spots litering your skin the next morning.

You tried to move your hands to hold onto him as he thrusted into you with such strength your scared you'll slide up and hit your head against the headboard. Unfortunately your hands are still bound, and painful. But that only added to your pleasure,

You felt your self getting closer again. Your walls squeezed him deliciously, "don't you dare cum y/n" He warned.

"Touya..." You whimpered,

"You'll only suffer if you do baby."

"Listen to me like the good girl you are yea?"

All you could do was nod and take what he gave you, you could do nothing but obey to him. After all you belonged to him at the end of each day.

He hand came down to circle your clit, you were twitching uncontrollably now. Holding back your orgasm as Touya continued to ram into you. The Stimulations against your clit were just adding to your need to cum

"Touya... please let me cum!" You pleaded, "I don't think so doll. I don't think you deserve to cum. Fuck, you don't even deserve my cum"

That's when he pulled out, your eyes grew wide and sniffles were heard coming from you,

"I hate you Touya, you sick bastard!"

Touya only chuckled in response, "Hah, maybe I should ask twice to teach you manners? Bet that sounds good to you hm?"

"No. Fuck you Touya!" .

"Ya already did y/n. I don't think you've learnt your lesson yet. You still have the nerve to talk back to me?"

You scoffed looking away, tears still flowing down your puffed up cheeks.

You heard him shuffling around, That's when he came back with his fleshlight...

"Why dont'cha watch me fuck this instead, it deserves my cum way more than you do."

He held the flashlight in his hand as he angles his dick into it, jerking himself off with it.

You whined, taking your tied wrists, rubbing your hands on your own pussy trying to get off but failing miserably. Touya only laughed as he got closer to his release in the fleshlight.

"Ah, fuck. 's so good"

"Ugh. Better then you, ateast it doesn't talk back like a whiney slut"

His hands were going faster now, his groans and huffs getting more frequent. He was close.

All you could do was watch him cum in the fleshlight while you were left high and extremely wet from your impending release.

After all, you could only take what he gave you for today.

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dabislittlemouse · 6 months

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tainted angel 🪽 (pt.9)

PART 8 / PART 10 / THE FULL MASTERLIST

ෆ DABI X HAWKS’ LITTLE SISTER

ෆ A/N: Again, I hope you guys know by now that I just loooove slow burn and edging 🤭 This is what you’ll find in this chapter too before the real smut begins~

[Her POV]

The afternoon approaches fast and so do the emotions and anxiety filling my chest. The thought of going on a real date with Dabi has me feeling nervous and thrilled, I feel nauseous. The logical side of my mind is screaming at me, calling me utterly dumb and reckless for giving a man like him another chance.

The past few days I kept reminding myself how dangerous Dabi actually is, how wrong it was for him to break in and take me without my consent. But for some reason, I couldn’t hate him, nor did all this made me need him less. Instead, like an infection the burning desire inside of me grew even more, and this time it was worse. Dabi gave me a taste of what he could do to me, and now my body is going crazy. I can still feel the way his tongue moved and lapped at my cunt, the way his grunts sent vibrations on my clit, the way he fingered me and made me cum so hard in his mouth. My body remembers it all, it craves more, I squeeze my thighs every single time and the arousal growing between my legs doesn’t help.

Damn him! Just when I was trying to detach myself, he made me want him even more now.

What made me feel utterly ashamed was the fact that deep down, I didn’t want to tell Hawks about this, even though I should’ve. At least just the part when Dabi broke in. But I couldn’t, because I feel guilty.

Because I enjoyed it too much, I gave in and let him pleasure me. It just felt so good I couldn’t resist. I love having Dabi all over me.

And through all that guilt and shame, he still finds a way to convince me to meet him again. I still let him.

If I ever complain again that he won’t leave my life, I swear I will cut off my own tongue.

I take my sweet time to have a nice long shower to distract myself, cleaning my body thoroughly. The dress I will be wearing tonight is laying on top of the bed, a pretty black glittery dress that hugs my body perfectly good. A fur coat to keep me warm in case it gets too cold outside. I’m going for smoky eyes and crimson red lipstick. As for the hair, I decide for wavy.

After two good hours of getting ready, I stop to look at myself in the mirror. Real classy and gorgeous, I feel slight embarrassment knowing I’m putting so much effort to look good for him tonight. Thankfully Keigo is out of town and mom is too busy to care where I’m going, so at least I don’t have anyone to stick their nose in my business.

This is a real date. With him.

Not too much time passes by before I hear the notification ping from my phone. Taking in a deep breath, I grab the phone and read the message.

Dabi: “I’m nearby. I hope you’re ready angel”

The doorbell sound has my heart skipping a beat, I forget to reply back to his message.

“I got it!” I say to my mom, knowing too well that it’s him outside. “Also mom, I’m going out now. I’ll be back soon okay?”

She simply hums, not bothering to even turn around as she continues doing.. whatever she is doing in her room. Sometimes it kinda hurts me how indifferent she is, barely interacting with me or asking how I’m doing, almost like a ghost in this house. But for the first time I’m glad she didn’t ask any questions at all.

Taking one last look in the mirror, I head downstairs to open the door. The sight in front of me has my mouth falling open slightly and my face growing hot. There he is, wearing a fancy blue colored suit that matches his striking eyes, wearing a strong scented cologne that envelopes my senses. His hair less disshelved than usual, it’s clear enough he put as much effort to get ready tonight like I did. I bite my lip to prevent smile forming on my face. He eyes me up and down, I almost squirm under his gaze.

“The prettiest lady I’ve ever laid my eyes on..” Dabi says seductively. “A sight for sore eyes”

“Thank you” I mumble shyly, before smiling teasingly at him. “Seems like you’ve laid your eyes on many other ladies before, for me to be the prettiest ever now..”

He lets out a low chuckle. “Is my angel gettin’ jealous already? Don’t worry though, a man like me is too busy to be drooling on random women”

I roll my eyes at his comment. My face expression remains calm and reserved, but my heart is pumping out of my ribcage. I feel like fainting, Dabi looks extremely handsome it hurts. My heart is bleeding, if I thought he was irresistible before, now I feel like I’ll end up on my knees. I am weak. Too weak for this man.

I’m sorry Keigo. For whatever might happen tonight.

Dabi grabs my hand, and we both head towards his car, an expensive looking one with dark windows which you can’t see through. He opens the door for me, such simple actions shouldn’t make me feel this way. It’s the bare minimum to be a gentleman to a lady, but when Dabi does it.. just leaves me breathless.

After he gets inside, we drive off. At first it was just a simple chitchat between us, him asking about my day, flirting here and there and making me blush ever so slightly. The night has fallen and the darkness has surrounded the place. I look through the window, but nothing seems familiar. All I could see is that we were heading up somewhere, up in some mountain, and the trees surrounded us everywhere.

“You never told me where we are going?” I murmur. My eyes focus on the way his hands so skilfully turn the steering wheel, those pretty veiny hands that were all over my body just a few nights ago. The thought makes me shiver.

“I know a good place. Don’t worry sweetheart, I ain’t kidnapping you.. yet” he smirks and I hit him in the shoulder.

“Not funny” I scoff. “You promised you wouldn’t be creepy.”

“Am I scaring ya?” he grins.

“Maybe”

“I’m sorry, dollface” he replies. “Truly. Sometimes I get carried away when I’m so thrilled..but you’re safe with me alright?”

His warm hand places itself on my thigh, caressing and squeezing it a little. I stay there motionless as his fingers tap my thigh playfully, while his other hand is on the steering wheel. I try my best to not squirm or squeeze my thighs shut. I feel my body growing hot as his hand teases me, going further on my inner thigh. I shift in my seat, but his hand doesn’t leave its place.

“You’re so soft y’know that?” he mumbles, squeezing my thigh again to emphasise his words.

“And you’re.. really warm..” I say awkwardly, noticing the way he chuckles under his breath.

I shift my gaze outside the window, if I look at him any further I might pass out.

Since when did I fall so hard for him?

“We’re finally here” he breaks the silence, and a huge mansion comes in our view. He drives behind the mansion, parking his car there before we both head out.

“I’ve made all the necessary arrangements so we’ll have our privacy” he grins, grabbing me by the waist.

“Is this a hotel?” I ask as we both enter at the back door of the mansion. The building is massive. Climbing on the stairs, we find ourselves in a fancy restaurant inside.

“Somewhat” Dabi responds. “This is where I live”

My eyes widen. “You live here all by yourself?!”

Is Dabi some sort of a millionaire? There’s no way..

“I wish, but no..” Dabi laughs. “I live here with my crew, each in our rooms, all nice and comfortable. But anyway, let’s sit down first shall we?”

Dabi leads me to a reserved secluded spot, away from all the other tables, with nobody to see us or bother us. Sitting down and getting ourselves comfortable, I stare down at the menu, though I can hardly make anything out of it. My mind is boiling in thoughts, my chest is exploding from intense emotions and adrenaline.

At the end we finally manage to order something. Dabi sits in front of me, his azure eyes fixed on me while he licks his lip.

“So.. you’ve been dying to know more about me, huh? Who I am, what do I do.. and stuff like that”

I nod, hoping this time he is willing to elaborate more.

“Let’s say.. I’m working for a greater cause that involves our today’s hero society. I have my goals that I want to achieve, and I’ve been working for a long time towards that. Me and my.. teammates I should say, we’ve all been working hard to accomplish this.” he says, pulling a cigarette and lighting it with his fingertip.

“I see. That seems like a big deal..” I say. “But.. how is this dangerous? And is my brother involved in this too?”

“Yes, in a way~” he grins. “Your brother surely is involved in many things, a great hero he is. As for the danger princess, it’s just part of the process. If you want to achieve big things in life and accomplish your goals, risks will always be there y’know? Danger is always present, no matter what.”

I nod, understanding his point, and yet I feel like he is not telling me exactly what is going on.

The dishes arrive shortly. Our conversation ends for a bit as we both start eating. At the end there’s still food left on my plate, as delicious as it was sadly I didn’t have much hunger.

“What do you think of heroes, angel?” Dabi suddenly speaks. “Not your brother, heroes in general I mean.”

I stare back at him and think for a moment, before speaking.

“I don’t know, I mean they are great because they save people’s lives but-”

“But?” he raises an eyebrow.

“But I think that.. the term “hero” has lost its meaning. I feel like heroes nowadays are only greedy to be on top, to have more fame and money and get stronger everyday, like celebrities. I mean, look at the number one hero of Japan..”

I stop talking for a second when I see his gaze darkening, a grin plastered on his face.

“D-Did I say something wrong..?” I swallow nervously.

“Quite the contrary” he says. “I like the way you think, angel. You clearly see the truth, don’t cha? You see how this society has become, how those so called heroes care more about being on top, on their shiny pedestals. There aren’t really any true heroes in our society, really unfortunate..”

I remain silent. For the longest time, I’ve seen the way things work in today’s society, especially when it comes to heroes. In fact, I never saw any true hero after All Might’s retirement. I didn’t believe in their words or cause, never felt truly safe. But knowing that my brother is a hero himself, I prevented myself from talking or thinking about heroes and villains. I avoided watching the news, or reading topics related to it. Never told Keigo any of my thoughts and worries, and simply supported him like the good sister I’m supposed to be.

“What about your brother, do you consider him a true hero?” Dabi whispers.

Shit, did he just read my mind?

I sigh. “Well..my brother is a good person and he gives it all out there to save people, and uhhh- well, I don’t really want to talk about this right now Dabi..”

He chuckles and stands up from his seat, to come and sit next to me.

“You havin your doubts sweetheart..” he whispers in my ear. “You don’t really trust your brother do you? Especially when he hangs around mysterious, dangerous people like me…”

I turn at him, nervously staring back in his cerulean eyes who seem to be reading every thought and feeling of mine. I slowly connect the dots.

“So let me get this straight, the greater cause you are working on is related to hero society isn’t it?”

He grins. “That’s right. A clever girl you are. Changing it all is my goal, to tear down this corrupted system and rebuild a new future for this world”

His words have me taken back. The way he is talking, it clearly shows that he is serious about this. Accomplishing something as big as changing this society requires great power and connections, it’s definitely not an easy goal to achieve. But the way he is speaking so passionately about his goals, how confident and ambitious he seems, sure of himself that he will win.. it makes him look so attractive and powerful in my eyes.

Who is this guy?

“But now.. I also have another goal that I want to achieve. That I will achieve~” Dabi whispers, placing his hand on my thigh. His other hand reaches for my chin, slowly turning my head to make eye contact again. I feel my face growing hot, my body involuntarily is reaching for his warmth and embrace.

“Oh? So many goals..I wonder what this one is” I giggle, staring at his mismatched lips.

He hums, squishing my cheeks softly, our faces inches apart.

“To make you mine. That is my main goal right now, princess~”

Our lips touch, but he doesn’t kiss me yet. I don’t move, I’m completely under his spell, powerless to do anything. Not that I want to do anything else besides submit to him.

What am I even doing?!

“I’ll make you fall f’me. Make you scream my name just like you did that night.. the prettiest sound I’ve ever heard,” he presses a soft kiss on my lips, and yet backs away when I reach for more. The bastard is edging me, making me ache and beg for it. And it’s working.

I blush at the mention of that night, when he broke in and ate the life out of me. Dabi’s eyes focus on the way my thighs squeeze just at the memory of it.

“Give in to me, angel. Let all your worries and fears fade away, and just enjoy the moment right here. With me. It’s gonna be our little secret~” he hums, his hand travelling behind to grab a handful of my ass, bringing me closer to his body and sitting me on his lap.

“Y-yes..” I stutter, feeling the arousal forming between my legs and my body growing hotter, needier for him.

“Hm? Didn’t hear ya, princess. Gotta be louder f’me” he smirks. “Use your magic words like a big girl~”

I’m sorry Keigo. I’m so, so sorry.

“I want you Dabi..” I whine impatiently, my hands caressing his hair, before playing with his bow tie. “Need you.. please..”

I can’t even recognise my own voice. All common sense and reason have left me alone at the hands of this man. As if he’s hypnotised me, I’m reaching for him, our bodies now pressed together.

“Atta girl”

Grabbing my chin, Dabi wastes no time to crash his lips against mine, grunting in my mouth as his tongue intertwines with mine. It leaves me breathless, his kiss is sloppy and possessive, making me moan and whimper in his mouth. His grip on my ass tightens and heats up more, his kiss deepens. I am losing myself in him, his roughness sending heat deep in my core By kissing him back I realise how much I actually want him, how needy we are for each other and how much I’ve tortured myself by keeping him away from me.

He pulls away, a thin string of saliva connecting our lips. His azure eyes express nothing but need and lust as he stares back at me, his pupils blown wide. I try to catch my breath after that heated kiss, my lipstick is now gone and smeared all over my lips. Dabi notices that, bringing his thumb to my lower lip.

“Gettin’ all dolled up, just for me to ruin you tonight, ah?

His words send shiver down my spine, to the point my wings flutter slightly. He chuckles, his hand reaching behind to tug at them teasingly, pulling a soft whine out of me.

Standing up, he puts his hand underneath my thighs and carries me bridal style outside the restaurant.

I gasp. “Dabi?!”

“In my room. Now.”

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Like A Big Girl (Quirkless!Dabi x Black!Fem!Reader 18+ One Shot)

“Take all of me like a big girl, baby.”

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Pairing: Quirkless!Dabi x Black!Fem!Reader

Synopsis: In which you get the surprise of your life when your apartment neighbor and crush (who happens to be extremely anti-social) shows up at your housewarming party to celebrate your moving into your first-ever apartment after a breakup.

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ One Shot (MINORS GTFO); Non-Quirked; Disfigured!Dabi (he has burn scars); Alcohol Consumption; Marijuana Use; Flirting; Shotgunning; Foreplay; Exhibitionism; Fingering; Cunnilingus; Deepthroating; Loud Sex; Doggystyle; Scar Appreciation; Non-Protective PIV Sex; Creampie; Scent Play/Marking; Spanking; Mild Degradation; Aftercare

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer's Note: WE A COLLEGE GRADUATE BIH!!! I'm so so happy & so excited for the future. Even more for the summertime cuz now I'm free to write! I hope y'all like this one. I needed to write something smutty for my favorite crusty villain. Enjoy & fuck Enji!! -Jazz

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You’ve never been so nervous before until you’re sitting on your couch with a lukewarm tequila sunrise, waiting for your guests of honor to arrive.

Or rather one guest in particular. You know you shouldn’t be at all. You know you should be socializing and talking to the other guests currently occupying your brand-new apartment in celebration of your down payment and a new accomplishment in life.

You should be laughing, joking, and flirting with the fine-ass men that Rumi insisted on bringing with her to help with catering and cleaning before the party started.

But you just can’t. The motivation to do so isn’t there, and the reason why is embarrassing.

Rumi, who sits next to you on the couch, looks you up and down. Her stark white hair is piled up into a messy bun on her head and the red bodycon dress she chose for tonight hugs her toned body and legs just right. If anyone could get a lay tonight, it’d be her. “You might wanna smile, babe. You’re scaring off your guests.”

She gives you a cheeky grin as she sips her drink–a whiskey smash. You’re so glad you managed to find a bartender to make drinks for tonight thanks to Keigo knowing him from his job. You’re even happier that your job’s salary allows you to pay him $550 by the end of tonight.

“Shut up,” you mumble, bumping her with your knee. But even her brash humor doesn’t make you smile an inch. Rumi rolls her eyes and turns to Nemuri, one of your other hot and longtime friends. “Nemuri, please get this girl another drink so she can get up out of this seat,” Rumi sighs. “I’m tired of seeing that face on her face.”

Nemuri stands from her seat in her sundress and flats, looking like a sexy girl next door. “I’ll get you some water, honey.” She gives you a wink before making a dash to the snack table located in the kitchen, dodging between people and the wafts of marijuana smoke in the air. Just weed. No vapes or E-cigs are allowed tonight which you made clear in your invitations.

“I don’t have a face,” you grumble, glaring at Rumi. “And I have gotten out of my seat. I’m the host, aren’t I?”

“Exactly!” Rumi replies. “Which means you should be walkin’ around and hosting. Not sittin’ here, mopin’ about some dickhead and worryin’ if he’ll show up. Plus, you know how men are: they show up when they want to.”

“Not true,” you scoff. “That’s a fact that is relevant to my ex, but not to every guy in existence.” Even referring to your ex as simply “your ex” is enough to make you want to down the rest of your drink. Not only did you decide to throw this party to celebrate your buying and moving into your first “big girl” apartment as the start of a new chapter of your life, but you also wanted to celebrate being free of the leech you called your boyfriend of three years.

“And I’m not moping, okay?” you sharply tell Rumi. “I just wanna make sure there are enough champagne flutes and food. If I get new guests, that means I need more, right?”

Rumi eyes you down, knowing damn well you’re lying through your teeth. “Whatever you say,” she sing-songs. Nemuri returns with the iced water, handing it to you. “Here you are, honey,” she coos. “What are we talking about?”

Rumi is happy to fill her girlfriend in. “The fact that she’s ready to toss a wedding ring at this man who’s afraid of leavin’ his apartment for groceries. If she says that’s not why she’s got that sour face, she’s lying.”

“Hey!” you gasp, kicking at her ankle with your heel. “It’s not a lie! It’s the truth! This is the first party I’m hosting and it’s a lot to worry about, especially since it’s my new apartment.”

At the beginning of the year is when you found your dream apartment complex. It came with a pool, a tennis court, a gym, and a laundry mat along with central air, free wifi, and vending machines. The neighborhood surrounding the complex was quiet at night, noisy with kids in the morning, and nearby a hub of parks, restaurants, and public transportation. It was the perfect place to begin the new chapter of your life.

And not to mention a man, in particular, you had a slight thing for lives here. So, after putting down a payment, signing papers, and getting help moving in, you were finally living on your own three months later. Only a party could really welcome you into your new four walls. But so far, you aren’t enjoying it as much as you should be.

And that’s all because someone you desperately want to see here tonight is missing.

“And second, Dabi isn’t afraid of leavin’ his apartment, Rumi,” you criticize your friend. “He’s just not a people person.” At least, that’s what Keigo told you when you met Dabi for the first time. “According to him,” he scoffed. “It’s just an excuse to not socialize, really. But he’s always been like that since we were kids.”

You caught that vibe from Dabi as soon as you met him several years ago before you met your ex. You met Dabi through Keigo when he dragged his friend to a club to meet up with you and Rumi one spring night for happy hour.

You had heard about Dabi many times before–that he’s a firefighter; that he has some dark humor; that he is kinda weird and awkward but still a pretty nice guy (according to Keigo). As soon as you got a look at that black hair, tight tee shirt, and buff arms roped his tattoos, you were entranced by him. Though he seemed somewhat out of place and like he didn’t want to be there, he carried with him an intoxicating aura, like he was your favorite cocktail drink.

You were so taken aback at how hot he was that you barely noticed the burn scars. He only had them on his face, neck, and snaking up his arm from what you could see–healed yet puffy skin from second-degree burns coat the left side of his face, cascading down his neck to his upper torso and disappearing down his shirt. Though his arm is roped in tattoos, you can see burn scars there too beneath the dark ink. They aren’t as bad as Keigo said they’d be, but they’re not exactly unnoticeable either.

But when he spoke, all of that went out the window. Keigo had sat him down across from you and Rumi, grinning. “Ladies, meet my friend, Dabi,” he said. “D, this is Rumi and Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you,” you had politely said, sticking your hand out for him to shake. His crystal blue eyes, so intense yet mysteriously guarded, flitted up to meet yours. He stuck his hand out and took yours, causing your heart to jump at how warm and calloused his palm was. “You too,” he murmured.

Lord, if you could have sex with a voice, it’d be his. Though it was raspy like he chain-smoked, it was also deep and traveled from your heart right down to your clit which jumped in your panties beneath your skirt. You had to cross your legs to avoid the feeling as Rumi and Keigo began to chat. Dabi would chime in here and there, but mostly just sipped his drink and looked around the club like a bored and lost puppy.

He was fine as hell and kind of unintentionally funny, but that wasn’t what hooked you. It was two weeks before you moved into your new apartment when he randomly hit you up while you were organizing boxes for move-in day. You were sweaty and out of breath so when you answered the phone, you sounded less than happy. “Yes?” you snapped.

“Uh…this a bad time?” Dabi had asked, his gravelly yet smooth-like-chocolate voice in your ear. Your eyes widened and your heart jumped into your throat. “Uh, no!” you immediately replied. “Sorry, I didn’t know it was you. The ID came up as a possible scam.”

“That’s my fault,” Dabi said, actually sounding apologetic. “I never gave you my number. Listen, I didn’t wanna take up your time. I just wanted to ask if you needed help movin’ in.”

“Huh?” you dumbly asked, your brain short-circuiting. “To where?”

“....Your new apartment?” he said, just as confused as you. “You’re movin’ in this week, right?”

A record scratched in your mind and you physically facepalmed yourself. ‘You dumb bitch!’ you thought. “Oh, yeah!” you backpedaled. “Sorry, I’ve been moving boxes since this morning.”

“Well, lemme come up and I’ll help you,” Dabi replied. You blinked at his offer, shocked at how easily he volunteered. “No, it’s fine!” you said. “It’s just little stuff anyway! You don’t have to–”

“I’ll be up in ten,” he interjected. “I’ve got nothin’ better to do anyhow. Stay there.” Then he hung up, leaving you open-mouthed and horrified at your appearance. Luckily, when he came over, you had dried off your sweat and fixed your hair so you didn’t look a total hot mess.

Though you worked in silence most of the day, Dabi made sure to ask you what to put where and heaved heavier boxes for you, his muscles flexing as he did. When his job was done, he even offered to help you move your furniture around once you got it. Weeks later, he did so, helping Keigo lug your couch up the stairs and put together a table.

He did it all in his free time without asking for a dollar. You knew from Keigo how he didn’t like going out much, so to see him do so for you did something to you. Since then, you’ve always had a slight thing for Dabi. You call it a “thing” because you’re not sure what it is. Even when you were dating your ex, he’d always be at the back of your mind and in your wettest dreams. Since he lives in the same apartment complex as you, you made it a point to say hi to him whenever you could after moving in. But the thing is you barely saw him. He lived on a whole other floor and had an entirely different schedule than you which made being nice a lot harder. That’s why you were hoping he’d come tonight: so you could get to know him more.

“How he and Keigo are friends, I’ll never understand,” Nemuri scoffs. They’re complete opposites!” Rumi smirks up at her as she squeezes a hand on her girlfriend’s ass. “I guess opposites attract,” she teasingly says, pulling a giggling Nemuri close to her.

You pretend to retch. “Ugh, can you two please stop?” you whine. “I don’t need to be reminded that I don’t have a fairytale romance or that I haven’t had sex in two months.”

“Two months?!” Rumi and Nemuri exclaim in unison. You flush, adverting your eyes as you sip your drink. “That’s what I’m saying!” Rumi exasperatedly says. “You’re stressin’ over a guy as weird as Dabi when you should be out and about gettin’ your flirt on. With a body like yours, you’d find someone to keep you company tonight in no time. Someone better than that dickhead you left.”

You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose as you begin to see your ex’s stupid face behind your eyelids. “Don’t remind me of him, Rumi.”

It’s been three months since you moved out of your shared apartment with your ex and officially broke it off with him after catching him with another girl. After being together for a year and knowing in your heart that this was the man you were destined to be with, you threw caution to the wind and went half on an apartment with him in a nice part of Musutafu.

The first five months were good, but then you started noticing how lazy he was. He barely cleaned, couldn’t cook, and argued about running errands when you asked him, even if it was just a grocery run. “You know I’m not good with groceries, babe,” he’d whine. “I always get the wrong shit and you yell at me about it!”

What irked you most about him is that he never tried. Not with anything! Not with the cleaning, the cooking, or the sex. That was another thing you started noticing about him: the sex was boring. It used to be amazing between you two, but after moving in together, it started seriously lacking. Though you cut him some slack because of his busy work schedule and long hours, the same old position (that being doggy style) can get tiresome.

But though you tried to spice things up with new lingerie, toys, or new kinks to enjoy, he never seemed to want to participate or be interested in them. Those nights of nothing leading into mornings where he left early for work and left you alone were devastating. You started suspecting something was up the third year of your relationship, but you never ever suspecting cheating.

However, fate forced those rose-colored glasses off of you when you stepped into your apartment one afternoon after a yoga class with Rumi and found your boyfriend getting head from a woman you’ve never seen before. You were devastated, to say the least. Your first instinct was to leave and you found yourself crying to Rumi, Nemuri, and Keigo that night over wine.

“I’m gonna fuck him up,” Keigo had growled, and you had to stop him from getting in his car to do so. “You’re telling me he cheated on you?” he asked incredulously. “You? He’s as dumb as he is a bitch.”

“You can stay here as long as you want, babe,” Rumi cooed, stroking your hair away from your tear-soaked face. “Nemuri and I would be happy to have you…as long as you’re okay with the thin walls.”

And you were (or at least you told yourself you were every time you’d hear Nemuri scream Rumi’s name to the heavens) because you did stay. After Keigo and Rumi helped you get your shit and tell off your boyfriend, you moved out of your shared apartment and bunked with Rumi and Nemuri while you saved up for a new home.

Your ex called and texted you constantly throughout that time, begging you to come back and that he was sorry, but after you ignored each one, he stopped. It took a while to get over him. Even now, you still feel a lump in your throat over what happened–the lies; the betrayal; the utter disrespect to you and your home. But after a while, you managed to push through and finally began home hunting.

Rumi stares at you now, pissed that you’re being so stubborn but also looking empathetic towards you. You don’t like either. “Fine, do what you want,” she sighs, “but I still say to get out of your funk and stop worryin’ about Dabi showin’ up. If he does, he does. If he doesn’t, it’s his loss and he needs to get his shit together.”

You try to ignore her words by gulping down the rest of your drink. When it’s gone, your body craves more to replace your feelings of pure shittiness. “I’m gonna go get another tequila sunrise,” you mutter to Rumi and Nemuri. “Watch my spot.”

You hurry away from your hands, not wanting to see their faces as you make a beeline for the kitchen. You plaster on a smile as you catch the eyes of your guests, wanting to assure them that everything is fine and you don’t feel like you just wallowed in a load of shit in your pretty yellow mini dress.

You finally make it to your kitchen, away from the music blasting from your portable speaker in your living room and the constant chatter. The snack table and counters still have snacks, plastic cups, and jello shots on them along with bottles of alcohol and soul food that you had catered from your favorite restaurant.

You immediately for the fridge where a pitcher of pre-made tequila sunrise mix sits next to some sangria (which is all gone). ‘Damn drunkies,’ you think as you go to fill up your glass. Nemuri appears behind you, obviously following you from the couch. She silently watches you pour your drink before she decides to say something. “Don’t worry about Rumi, hon,” she comfortingly says. “You know how she is: she’s blunt, but she’s only that way because she loves you.”

You lower the pitcher once your glass is full and place it back in the fridge. You don’t close the fridge though. The cool air feels good on your clammy skin. “I know,” you sigh, “but I don’t need to be reminded about how my recent relationship crashed and burned. Not to mention be lectured about Dabi. I’m not a kid.”

“So you are worried he won’t come?” Nemuri asks curiously.

“No!” you immediately protest, then pivot, fumbling with the straw in your drink. “I-I mean, not really. He just said he’d show up, so…I guess I was just hopin’ he’d stop by and congratulate me for the apartment since he helped me move in.”

You had invited him, after all. This was last week on a very warm Saturday morning when the summer heat was starting to rise. It was laundry day and you were forced to lug a pillow sack of dirty clothes in an elevator, sweating in your biker shorts and Spongebob tee. You were prepared for no one to see you that morning, but fate had other plans when the elevator stopped on one of the lower apartment floors. You were headed for the basement where the laundry mat is.

The doors opened, revealing the last person you wanted to see that morning. “O-Oh!” you stuttered, taken by surprise by his sudden appearance. And the fact that he looked so goddamn hot. Dabi stood at the elevator doors in his usual black attire, except he had on sweats instead of joggers. You had to force yourself not to stare at his crotch. “Hey, Dabi,” you greeted him, giving him a smile.

Dabi only gave you a nod as he stepped inside the elevator. You didn’t take it negatively. That was just Dabi–he never said much. He pressed the button to the lobby before the doors closed, leaving you together in the small elevator cart. You could feel the four walls of the elevator closing in with him standing so near, especially when his scent was invading your senses. It was spicy yet sweet like cinnamon with a hint of cologne. It was turning you on badly.

Dabi suddenly tilted his chin at the pillow sack. “What’s with the sack?” he muttered. “You got kids to deliver to or somethin’?”

You quirked a smirk at his attempt at a joke. “Funny,” you chuckled. He smirked back, shrugging passively. “I try.” Just like that, the tension faded. “Just laundry,” you sighed. “About two weeks’ worth. I’ve been puttin’ it off since I’ve been still setting up my apartment.”

He nodded and you both fell into silence again that swelled around you. “Sooo where are you off to so early?” you asked, desperate to fill the horrible silence. “Just the station,” he replied blandly. “Why they decided to have a meeting at the ass-crack of dawn is beyond me.” You nodded and giggled to yourself, only imagining the shit he had to put up with as a firefighter. Dabi has been working for the Musutafu fire department for three years now, commuting from the apartment to work every morning.

You smile at him gratefully. “Thanks a lot for helpin’ me with the move-in process. It made things so much easier.” He once again shrugged like it wasn’t a big deal. “It’s whatever,” he mumbled. “And no, I don’t want your money, before you say anything. You need it more than I do.”

“Ugh, you ain’t lyin’,” you groaned tiredly, your mind jumping from place to place. “I thought doing all the cleaning would be a lot, but I’m still gettin’ used to handlin’ the bills myself plus rent and groceries and…” You buttoned your lip and flushed embarrassingly, realizing you’d been talking for too long. “Sorry,” you giggled, embarrassed. “I’m rambling. Not a good way to start your morning. Just tell me to shut up.”

Dabi shrugged, not looking perturbed by it. “You have nothin’ to be sorry for. Your ex was a dick, end of story. Plus, hearin’ you complain about him isn’t the worst thing I’ve heard in the morning.” He looked at you, looking deadass. “Try gettin’ an earful of that blonde bitch singin’ in the shower when he’s not laid up with somebody.”

You laughed then, glad you didn’t have Keigo as a roommate. “How are your ears not bleeding?” you giggled. Dabi smiled at the sound of your laugh–a real, genuine smile that made him even more handsome to you. The moment quickly ended though when the elevator dinged and the doors opened to the lobby. “This is me,” Dabi muttered, his smile disappearing.

He began to head out, not even giving you a goodbye or a “have a nice day” or a “you look fine as fuck in those shorts, lemme get your number”. Nothing! Your heart thundered in your chest, realizing this may be your one chance to interact with him for more than five seconds.

Quickly, you jammed the button to hold the doors open. “H-Hey!” you abruptly called out. Dabi stopped and looked over his shoulder at you. “I meant to tell you: I’m havin’ this apartment warming party next Saturday night. It’s like a housewarming, but it’s for my apartment and uh…”

‘You’re rambling! Just get to the point, bitch!’

“If you wanna come, you’re welcome to,” you continued. “Keigo is coming, so I figured I’d extend the invite.” Dabi had an unreadable expression on his face as he stared at you as if trying to make sense of you. “So…other people are gonna be there?” he carefully asks.

You blinked at him. What a weird fucking question. “Well, yeah, but just some of my coworkers and people Rumi and I know. It’s just a small thing, nothing too big. You don’t have to come if you don’t want to, but there’s gonna be food, music, a little bit of weed…” You trailed off, hoping the weed would get him since he’s a smoker.

Dabi shoves a hand into his pocket and leans back on his haunches. “I don’t really go to parties too much,” he admitted. “Not that I hate ‘em, but I’m not really a people person.” That definitely meant he wasn’t coming. “Oh,” you exhaled, disappointment blooming inside of you. “I get you. I just figured I’d–”

“I mean, I’ll still stop by or whatever,” he interjected with a shrug. “Don’t I gotta bring a gift or somethin’?” You tried to stomp down the happiness flooding your chest, but you couldn’t help it. “If you want!” you chirped happily. “I like plants…wine…gift cards…Beyoncè tickets…just some ideas.”

Dabi smirked humorously at your little witty joke. “Not sure about that other part, but I’ll see what I can do.” Then, without another word, he turned to leave. “I’ll see you later then!” you called after him to which he gave you a slight wave. Finally, you let the doors close on you, and though his goodbye was anti-climatic, you couldn’t get rid of your smile.

Now here you are, two hours into the party, and he still isn’t here yet. Keigo isn’t either but he at least said he was coming straight from work as a bartender. “Don’t be upset if he doesn’t, Y/N,” Nemuri coos, putting a hand on your shoulder. “I haven’t heard of Dabi ever going against his word, he’s very…different.”

‘Tell me about it,’ you think.

“He’s not a bad guy,” Nemuri continues, “but he’s not as much of a social butterfly as Keigo is, especially because of his accident. He might be afraid he’ll make people feel uncomfortable.”

As soon as the words are out of her mouth, you freeze, your brain processing the meaning behind them. Dabi never talked about his accident, especially to you, but according to Keigo, he got those burn scars not from a firefighting mission gone wrong. He got them when he was a child after playing with matches one Christmas night and setting his home on fire. Supposedly, this was because he was angry that his father aka that redheaded bitch Enji Todoroki didn’t buy him, his siblings, or his wife any Christmas gifts.

Little Dabi found the matches sitting up on the mantel above the fireplace and ultimately set a spark that engulfed their home. Dabi was never the same after that, especially after nearly dying from the flames. Luckily, he didn’t die from his severe burns, but they left the left side of his face and body with burn scars–reminders of what happened. “He blames himself a lot for that night,” Keigo said to you when he recounted the story. “Especially since his family lost so much stuff. To him, he feels responsible for the fact that his family could’ve died in that fire.”

Though he has a great relationship with his family besides Enji, he’s always carried around the weight of that trauma. Literally speaking too, because of those burns on his body. He can never ever get rid of them. He’s forced to wear them and be scrutinized by the world because of his disfigurement.

As soon as Nemuri’s words process, you feel sick to your stomach. “I never thought of it that way,” you confess, feeling horribly guilty. “Fuck, now I feel like a bitch! Here I am upset over him not comin’ to my party when he owes me nothing, and yet–”

“Hey.” Like a light in the darkness, Nemuri emerges in front of you and firmly holds your shoulders. “Stop. You’ll ruin your makeup sweatin’ over this.” She then hands you a napkin and you begin to bloat your Fenty Beauty foundation, hoping your makeup didn’t slide.

“Just take a breath, get yourself another drink, and have some fun!” she encourages. “While I wouldn’t have said it as brazenly as Rumi did, I agree that you need a night to forget about your ex and meet somebody you can spend the night with so you can forget about your ex. Here, I’ll even help you! I’m great at matchmaking.”

You quirk a smile at her volunteering to help you get laid. “Thanks, Nemuri, but I think I’ll pass on scouting for dick tonight. I don’t feel like hooking up.”

And you don’t. All you want to do is drink, dance, and celebrate your first big girl apartment. “But I do feel like having fun,” you say aloud before taking a jello shot and throwing it back. The taste of vodka and artificial orange immediately hits your tongue, just as your favorite Beyoncè song blasts from the living room.

“Oh, this is my song!” you squeal, already moving your body to the beat. Nemuri moves with you, happy to see you happy. “That’s the spirit!” she cheers. You two dance in the kitchen for a while until the doorbell rings. “Looks like more people came to congratulate you,” Nemuri giggles, squeezing your hand. “Go get it quick before the song ends.”

You nod and take your drink with you as you hurry out of the kitchen to your door. You already feel better after the quick dance session and some more alcohol. You feel like you could take on anything now. You swing open the door with enthusiasm, happy to have more guests. “Welcome to my…” you begin to shout, grinning at your guests standing at your door.

But that smile fades when you get a look at not only Keigo but Dabi standing behind him, each with a bag in their hand. As soon as Dabi’s cobalt eyes meet yours, you’re a puddle. “Home,” you weakly finish.

“Wow, what a welcome,” Keigo chuckles. “Thanks for havin’ us, babe. I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.” He leans in to give you a one-armed hug before releasing you. “Hope you don’t mind I bought the enigma along for the ride.”

He nods at Dabi who looks oh-so uncomfortable and delicious in his black tee and jeans. His icy blue eyes flick to yours before looking away to somewhere beyond your face. “N-Not at all,” you reply softly.

“And us too!” a familiar voice comes from behind Dabi. The voice belongs to his equally as fine brother, Natsuo Todoroki. “Long time no see, Y/N.” He grins at you, running a hand through his snow-white hair.

Another familiar face appears from around the corner though it is hidden behind shaggy, black hair that reaches his shoulders. Tenko, aka Shiggy, with his tattoos and gages. “That’s ‘cause you're deep in those nursing books,” he tells Natsuo before turning to you, dark circles under his eyes. “You got smokes in here, right? I’ve been tattooing people all day and I need a reliever.”

“Yes, and come in,” you giggle, opening the door wider for your four muscular, tall, and fine-ass guests. They each walk in and you close the door behind them. As soon as they’re inside, Shiggy makes a beeline for the weed, leaving you, Dabi, Keigo, and Natsuo standing there.

“Woooow, kid,” Keigo whistles. “Cute place you got here. I knew it was a good idea to put the TV over there.” He nods proudly at the TV in the living room. “So this is your very first place. I really can’t call you “kid” no more, can I?” He actually sounds upset about it.

“Yep,” you laugh. “My first home, first real purchase. I feel like a big girl for real now.”

“You should!” Natsuo chuckles, a smile growing on his handsome face. “Especially without that emotional vampire suckin’ the life outta you. Oh, before I forget…” He nudges Keigo who presents you with a paper bag “Housewarming gift number one,” the second oldest Todoroki kid says with a grin. “Dabi has the other. C’mon and give her the gift, D!”

Dabi glares at his brother, but pulls a little bag from behind his back. You look into both, finding a bottle of wine, a bottle opener, and some cute, multi-colored wine glasses in them. “Thank you,” you giggle. “I’ll drink it all tonight.”

“So where’s the food and the pretty people?” Keigo asks, a mischievous glint in his eye. You already knew the man would be getting his freak on tonight. “All in the living room. Rumi and Nemuri are somewhere around here if you want me to–”

“Nah, kid, don’t worry your pretty head about it,” Keigo interjects, putting a hand on your shoulder. “I’ll definitely find them. You stay here and tend to your new guest…he’s gonna need it.” He nods at Dabi before giving you a wink. “C’mon, Natsuo!” he hollers, taking the white-haired man by the shoulder.

Natsuo gives you an apologetic look as he’s dragged off. “Take care of him, please?” he softly pleads before heading off with Keigo to stop him from harassing people. You turn to Dabi who looks ready to strangle them both. “Fuckin’ bitches,” he growls under his breath.

Standing among the music and the chatter, you realize that now you two are alone. Well, not completely, but enough that it feels awkward without someone starting the conversation. Nervously, you swallow, realizing you’ll have to throw in the towel. “I-I didn’t think you’d come,” you shakily begin. “You said you weren’t a people person.”

“I’m not,” Dabi gruffly declares, “but I did owe you a gift.” Your heart leaps at his words despite his tone. “You really didn’t, but thanks anyway.”

He nods once more his eyes flick up and down your form quickly. When you catch it, your entire body grows hot. Does he think you look good? If he does, will he say it? It doesn’t appear he’ll say anything at all. You clear your throat once more, attempting to break the ice that is quickly hardening. “Uh…so you want a drink or a tour of the place? I’d feel bad if you were just standin’ here.”

“What’s wrong with just standin’?” he deadpans, but you can tell it’s a joke. “Everything, unless you’re a plant,” you tease. You earn a little smirk out of him, but that’s about all you get. So you start to ramble. “The drinks are really good. Keigo knows the bartender, so–”

“What?” he cuts in, straining to hear you. You lean in toward him, placing a hand on his shoulder to get closer to him. “I said Keigo knows the bartender I hired for the party!” you exclaim into his ear. “I also catered soul food if you want to–”

You’re rudely cut off when someone bumps into you. She’s one of your coworkers from the HR department, but because she’s so drunk, she barely recognizes you. “Sorry!” she hiccups. “Bathroom!” Quickly, she runs upstairs to your bathroom, holding her stomach as she does. You turn to Dabi who looks even more uncomfortable now. You keep your hand on his shoulder, wanting him to know you’re here for him. He doesn’t move your hand away. “I’m startin’ to think maybe you’re right about the standin’ thing,” he mumbles. “You got anywhere more private?”

It takes a moment for his words to process, but when they do, you swear you could touch the moon. He’s really here for you. To talk to you. And you know exactly where to go for it. “I know a perfect place,” you giggle excitedly. “Get yourself a drink and I’ll get some smoke. Meet me back here in five minutes.”

Dabi looks relieved that you agreed. Quickly, he moves to the kitchen to get himself a drink, earning some eyefucks in the process, regardless of his burns. Still holding your gifts, you make a beeline to the smoke section and force Shiggy to cough up the rest of the starburst-flavored papers (to which he whines about) and a little baggie of weed.

The crew is sitting on the couch vibing to the music when you come over. Keigo and Natsuo are in awe at Dabi being up and about, pouring himself a drink. “So I see you got him to move!” Natsuo laughs. “It’s a miracle!” Rumi, currently holding Nemuri in her lap as she chats with someone next to her, gives you a smirk. “Where are you off to?” she asks suspiciously.

You smile back at her, unable to hide your giddiness. “To show my guest around. Hold down the fort for a minute.”

“Maybe more than a minute,” Keigo snickers knowingly. Rumi nudges him with her elbow as you flush to yourself. “You’ve got it, captain. Go enjoy yourself and your man.” You turn away, skin still on fire. “He’s not my man!” you call over your shoulder as you hurry to gather something to loosen you both up. “Yet,” you whisper to yourself.

Dabi meets you back at your door like you ask him to with a red solo cup that smells of whiskey and apple in his hand. You motion for him to follow you out the door of your apartment and down the hallway. “It’s right up here,” you explain, pointing up the emergency staircase in case of a fire.

Dabi raises a quizzical eyebrow but follows you up the short flight of steps anyway. When at the top, you push open the door at the end of the staircase, revealing the rooftop to your apartment building. The roof is decorated with comfortable sofas, mini tables, and fair lights that hang among the rafters. The edges of the rooftop are blocked off by clear, plaster walls that serve as barriers between the inside and the outside.

You shut the door behind you and turn to Dabi. “You know about this place?” you softly ask.

He stares around the prettily-decorated rooftop, lips parted in awe. “Not at all,” he admits, bewildered. “I’ve been livin’ here longer than you and knew nothin’ about it, but then again, I barely come out of my apartment.”

“I’m a sucker for rooftops,” you confess. “That’s what drew me to this complex.” You walk over to him, staring out at the view before you: glittering city lights and the sunset that isn’t anything but a line of fuschia that dips beneath the mountains far off into the distance. It truly is a beautiful sight.

You suddenly feel warm as if someone’s eyes are on you and turn to see Dabi unabashedly staring at you.

“Goddamn, you are short,” he snickers.

You smack his arm, flushing. It’s not your fault you were cursed with short genes. “Hey!” you gasp, mock-offended. “Keep talkin’ like that and you’ll find yourself goin’ over this rooftop. Just for that, you’re rollin’ the blunt for us.” You plop down on one of the couches and pat the empty seat next to you twice, motioning him to sit next to you.

Dabi looks hesitant at first but sits down next to you anyway. He still appears tall even though he’s sitting.

“You sure your crib is gonna be okay?” he asks as he begins to set up shop. You wave off his concern, trusting your guests. “Rumi and Keigo won’t let anything happen to it. Especially Rumi; she scares people.”

He smirks at your answer as he begins preparing a blunt for you, taking out a grinder and the little baggie of weed. You prepare the wine and glasses, pouring yourself one and leaving another empty for Dabi just in case. Once finished, you sit in silence and watch him work, sipping your wine as you do. You watch him intensely, your eyes hypnotized by his fingers expertly sprinkling the marijuana into the paper and then working on rolling the blunt to absolute perfection.

He’s so good with his hands.

Your eyes trail up his hands to his wrists to his arms, admiring the muscle beneath the dark ink on his skin. One tattoo, in particular, catches your attention: the number 58 with a green dragon slithering out of the eight. “Nice tatt.”

“It’s my firefighter number,” he explains, eyes still trained on his hands. “The dragon is the symbol for the department. I designed and inked it myself.” You don’t notice that you’ve gotten closer to him, your legs aimed directly toward him. Your body is completely under his silent spell. “You do your own tattoos?” you ask, wanting to know more, anything more, about him.

He nods, jetting his tongue out to lick the paper. It is pink with a glint of something in it. You realize that it’s a tongue piercing and your clit jumps. “Shiggy taught me when we were teens.” He suddenly stops rolling the blunt and points at a few words linked across his right collarbone. “This one is the first tatt I gave myself when I was sixteen. It’s Latin for ‘don’t let the past steal your present’.”

He then begins to recite the words in Latin, his rolling tongue making the inside of your thighs feel warm. “I didn’t know you spoke Latin.” His eyes flicker over to yours, a softness to them. “There are a lot of things you don’t about me,” he murmurs, his tone low and sugary sweet to you.

You don’t know if it’s the alcohol, the privacy, or him, but it allows you to be even bolder. You scoot next to him even farther, turning your body so that your hip presses against his. He doesn’t move away, but you do feel him tense. “Hopefully, there are some you’d be willing to share,” you softly reply, hoping he’ll read between the lines and see how much you want this.

Alas, he doesn’t say anything, but you do notice that his knee begins touching yours. You don’t know if it’s accidental or intentional, but it has you feeling warm and tingly regardless. When he finally finishes the blunt, he lights the end of it and takes a smoke test before passing it to you. You take it gingerly between your forefinger and thumb and take a much-needed puff.

The smoke fills your lungs instantly and you exhale peacefully, watching the wisps of smoke disappear into the starry night sky. “Nothin’ like a blunt to ease the nerves,” you sigh contently, already feeling more relaxed.

“Are you nervous?” Dabi asks, actually sounding surprised by it. His arm is tossed over the back of the couch, right behind your head. “Around me?” You flush, passing the blunt back to him. “Well, kinda,” you laugh awkwardly. “You’re just so…” You grow quiet, trying to find the appropriate word.

He takes a puff of the blunt. “Weird?” he finishes, quirking a brow at you as smoke billows from his mouth. He passes the blunt back to you. “I was gonna say ‘quiet’,” you reply. “I don’t think you’re weird.”

Dabi shrugs, looking out into the city lights. “I just don’t have much to say, but you ain’t the only one who’s nervous. Like I said, I’m not much of a social butterfly; not even at work. That’s Keigo and my brother. They dragged me out here tonight.” His eyes, like twin pools of the bluest water in the farthest Carribean island, flick to yours. “But to be honest, I would’ve come anyway.”

You suddenly forget you’re holding the blunt and quickly place it down on the ashtray on the mini table. “You would?” you ask, hating how breathless you sound. He shrugs like it should be obvious. “Well, yeah. I wouldn’t want that gift card goin’ to just anybody.”

You scowl confusedly at him to which he smirks humorously. “Look at the bottom of the bag I gave you.” Slowly, you do so, and sure enough, you see a silver $150 Visa gift card glinting at the bottom of the bag. You take it out, staring at it. Dabi looks sheepish, planting his hand firmly in his lap as if he doesn’t know what to do with it. “It ain’t much and it definitely ain’t a Beyoncé ticket, but I hope you like it.”

Suddenly, the alcohol, the weed, and the scent of him begin to work their magic on you. All of your inhibitions and all logic are gone as you stare at his gorgeous, scarred face. “I love it,” you whisper, and before you can stop yourself, you lean in and press a soft kiss to Dabi’s cheek. You feel his soft skin and the slight prickle of stubble there before pulling away.

He stares at you, shocked, and you stare right back as reality sets in. ‘Oh, no…what the fuck did I do?’

“Y/N,” he says, your voice like a prayer on his lips. But before he can finish his thought, your phone rudely interrupts him. “Fuck,” you hiss. “I’m so sorry.” You scramble to pick it up and find your ex’s name flashing across the screen. “Dammit!” you snap.

“Who is it?” he asks, his brows furrowed in confusion. You show him, groaning with dread. “It’s my ex. I thought he stopped callin’ me, but apparently not.”

“He’s been callin’ you?” he asks, a bitter tone to his voice. He does not sound happy about this. You slowly nod to which he demands, “Put him on speaker.” You stare at him, wondering if he’s deadass, but he’s not looking like he’s bs-ing you about this. Despite your better judgment and confusion, you do as he says and put the call on speaker before answering your ex with a curt, “What do you want?”

“Heeey, that’s no way to talk to your man,” your ex slurs into the phone. “What’s up with you?” You scowl in disgust at his tone. “What’s up with you?” you shoot back. “Are you drunk?” He snorts in response meaning he’s definitely drunk. “Not nearly enough. Just was thinkin’ ‘bout you bein’ alone in that big, empty apartment…but then I happened across your IG and saw your stories.”

“Yeah, and?” you ask cooly.

“You’re throwin’ a party at the expense of us?” he snaps at the flip of a switch. “You want everyone to know what happened to us?” You roll your eyes. Everything is always about him. “Only my friends know what happened because they’re my friends. And even if I tell people, it’s none of your business and you fuckin’ deserve it for cheating, lying dick.”

He pauses, letting your insult process, but the longer he’s quiet the more tired you grow. “Is this what you called me for?” you demand. “To argue? ‘Cause I’m not in the mood.” He makes a sound over the phone between a sigh and a groan, sounding exhausted. “Can’t we just talk about this?” he asks. “I just don’t get why you had to leave. We had three years!”

You scoff to yourself. The sheer audacity of this guy! Those are three years he decided to ruin; not you!

“Can’t we just talk it out, Y/N?” he asks again, sounding absolutely broken.

Now it’s Dabi’s turn to respond. “There ain’t nothing to talk about,” he malevolently replies. “She already made it clear that she’s not interested in whatever you want.”

Your ex is quiet for a moment, taken aback by the new voice. “Who the fuck are you?” he spits. “Y/N, who is that?” Your brain short circuits trying to find a legitimate answer.

“Her new man,” Dabi growls, “and if I ever see you callin’ her again, I’m pullin’ up to make you see God early. You’re lucky I didn’t do that when I found out you stuck your dick inside someone else who wasn’t the woman you had. What are you, stupid?” You and your ex are silent, astounded by his words.

“And if you even think about comin’ over here yourself, don’t,” Dabi continues. “Take that as my act of kindness to you even though you sure as hell don’t deserve it.” Your ex is enraged, cussing, and slurring into the speaker. “Who the fuck do you think you are?” he snaps. “You think you can just–”

“Don’t call here again, whore,” Dabi growls before he gives you a slight nod and you end the call.

As soon as the call ends, you set your phone down and voice the one question that is burning you alive: “Did you mean what you said?” you ask carefully. “That you’re my new man?”

Before Dabi can even begin to explain himself, you softly, shyly, tell him, “Because I wouldn’t reject that offer.”

Dabi gapes at you, obviously not believing your words. Then a hardened expression sets on his handsome face. “You’re not serious,” he scoffs with laughter. “You’re not.” You scowl at him, disappointed. That wasn’t the response you were expecting. “What do you mean?” you ask, confused. “You don’t think I want this?”

“No, I don’t,” he replies sternly, suddenly standing up. You can see that wall that you’ve been all night trying to destroy building back up. “I think you think I’m a weird ass, introverted loser that you wanna take a ride on because it’ll be fun for the first few weeks while you’re gettin’ over your breakup.” He shakes his head, laughing to himself. “You could never want me.”

You stare at him, dumbfounded. “Why would you think that?” you softly ask, hurt for him now more than yourself. Dabi chuckles dryly. “C’mon now, Y/N,” he scoffs. “Someone who looks like you with someone who looks like me?” He points to the scars on his face. “I’m not the man you think I am.”

“I don’t think of you as anything, Dabi,” you passionately say, standing up now too. “I invited you here because I want to get to know you more. I always have, even when I was with my ex.” He turns to stare at you, shocked at your words. There it is: the truth, laid out in the open with only the stars as witnesses to it.

You move closer to him, gently taking his wrist into your hand. His body feels tense in your grasp. “Your scars mean nothing to me; they never did. Would you believe me if I said I’ve always liked you too?”

You take your other hand and place it on his chest, right above his heart which is beating as fast as a hummingbird’s wings. “Now that I know you’ve felt the same way, nothing is holding me back anymore.”

You then stand up on your tiptoes and again press a kiss to his jawline, right on a burn scar there. “I can handle this, Dabi,” you murmur against his ear. “I like it rough.” That is all you needed to say to get Dabi to finally unravel.

You can only let out a tiny gasp before he grabs you by the back of the neck and presses his lips against yours. His kiss isn’t soft or careful. His kiss his rough; hungry; slow as he draws moans and gasps out of you. He kisses you like he’s been dreaming of doing so for ages, and you have no doubt that he has. His lips are soft, the taste of whiskey, apple, and mint on his tongue. You let his hands move along your back and ass, squeezing the flesh there and making you moan.

Taking advantage of your open mouth, he slides his tongue alongside your bottom lip before slipping his tongue inside of your mouth. He moans hungrily as your tongue begins to swirl with his, swapping spit and exchanging breath. The act makes your pussy clench impatiently in your panties, wanting to be touched and petted. By him. Dabi then pulls away enough to speak to you, his eyes hooded and dark.

“How long have you felt his way about me?” he murmurs hotly against your lips. “Tell me.”

His hand sneaks down underneath your dress to squeeze your ass. You let him, biting back a whimper in the process. You barely know him and yet you’re letting him touch you like this right in the open. “S-Since you helped me move,” you softly stutter. “But I’ve always been attracted to you since we met.”

He begins to kiss you all over now: your neck; your jawline; your collarbone; your naked shoulders in your spaghetti straps. “Fuck,” he growls against your skin. “You’re too good to be fuckin’ true.” His hands roam up and down your hips and sides, squeezing and fondling. “I’ve been wantin’ your fine ass since we met.”

“How come you never…?” The rest of your question doesn’t reach your lips as he grabs you by your hips and pulls you toward him, so close that air can’t even move between you. Your bodies are pressed flush against each other, so close that you can feel a bulge in his jeans that can only be his hardening dick. He’s turned on by you. The fact makes you delirious.

His lips press against yours again, kissing them so much that your mouth becomes raw from it. He begins to walk backward to the couch, never breaking the kiss, and plops down onto the cushion. He then grips you by the hips and coaxes you on top of his lap where you begin to straddle him. His hands, so rough yet so warm, continue to fondle your thighs and ass, squeezing at the flesh there and making you whimper into his mouth. Instinctively, you grind down into his hardening dick, enlisting a moan from deep within his throat. It travels right down to your pussy.

Suddenly, he pulls away with a soft gasp. His eyes are lust-blown, his lips pinker than usual. “Hang on…I wanna try something.” With one arm wrapped securely around your waist, he moves to pluck the blunt from the ashtray. “You ever shotgun before?” he asks. You blink dumbly at him, confused, and shake your head. “It’s easy. Lemme show you.”

You watch with utter lust as he takes a long drag of the blunt, his eyes pinned on yours. Then, with one hand, he squeezes your cheeks, forcing you to form your mouth into an O shape. He leans in close as if he is about to kiss you again and, slowly, billows of marijuana smoke shoot out of his mouth and into yours. You’re trembling with need and anticipation as the smoke fills your senses along with the sight of Dabi’s crystal blue eyes staring you down. “Nice, right?” he chuckles. “Now try it with me.”

You’re eager to try this new addictive activity as well as please him, so you pucker your lips and puff on the blunt that Dabi holds out for you. Then, after inhaling a good portion of smoke, you slowly blow it out into Dabi’s waiting lips. But you don’t stop there. You lean in toward him and devour his mouth, desperate to have him. At some point, he puts the blunt back down but you don’t notice. You’re too drunk and high off of him. You pull away, leaving him dazed. “I want you,” you whisper, wrapping your arms tightly around him.

“Bedroom?” he asks, a suggestive glint in his eye. “And before you ask, no, I don’t think you’re easy or that I’m a rebound. We already established that we’re two idiots who’ve been pinin’ after each other for months now.”

His words make you smile. Though you weren’t at all thinking about if he saw you as “easy” or if he was just a lay to get over your ex, it’s so nice to hear that all he wants is you. This only makes your need for him grow until it reaches an almost painful point. Your throbbing clit is a testimate to that.

“No bedroom,” you say, giving him an excited, sexy smile. “I want you out here.” Dabi raises a brow, not expecting your request. “Please, Dabi,” you plead. “I-I don’t think I can wait.” To show him that you’re serious, you begin to take down the spaghetti straps to your dress to reveal your bra. You don’t care if anyone sees. You just want him so badly.

The shock in his blue eyes is replaced with sheer hunger when he gets a look at those perfect tits in the pretty little bra you have on. “You little freak,” he chuckles. “Well, at least lemme get a feel of you if you want me that badly. Hop off me.” You listen to him and settle down next to him as he gets up to inspect you.

You bite your lip and watch him as he kneels down in front of you and opens your legs. When he gets a look at your soaked little panties, he almost looks pained. “Goddamn, mama,” he hisses. “You’re so wet for me. You don’t even need these little panties anymore.” His eyes flick up to yours and his hands still at your thighs. ‘Okay?’ his eyes ask.

Wordlessly, you nod, unable to speak. But he isn’t down for that. He begins to brush his fingers up and down your wet slit above your panties, paying close attention to your reactions. “Words, baby,” he growls. “Gimme words.”

“Yes!” you moan, your toes curling in your heels at the feeling of his fingers brushing your wet cunt. “Please, Dabi…please touch me.” He gives you a wolfish grin at your pitiful reaction, but doesn’t keep you waiting. He loops his fingers through the waistband of your panties and pulls them down your legs you reveal your naked, sobbing wet pussy. “Shit!” he hisses, gaping at your sex. “You have the prettiest pussy, babe.”

“Thank y–!” Your words are cut off by a sudden gasp as Dabi leans in and begins suckling on your clit and eating your pussy like a starving man. He is relentless with his tongue slashes, flicks, and long licks up and down your slit. He moves his tongue like he’s a master at eating pussy, paying close attention to your reaction every time he does something new.

You’re loving it. You writhe and grind your hips against his mouth, trying to get him closer. Your pussy pushes around his pillowy-soft lips and wet tongue that writes shapes and nonsense words across your wet lips and needy little clit. “You’re so wet,” he mumbles into your pussy. “Does doin’ this shit out in the open turn you on that much, mama?”

You moan in response to him, unable to form words, especially when he reaches one hand up to pay with your breast. You help him bring down the bra cup to expose your breast, hissing in pleasure as he begins gently pinching the hardened brown nipple. This is insane. You barely know this man and not only are you letting him do this to you, it’s all in public. Anyone could walk up the staircase and see you, or look across or up from the sidewalk to find you like this.

It’s so shameful. So nasty. And so, so good. It feels even better when Dabi begins to tease your entrance with his middle finger, dipping the tip in and out of your wet pussy. “You want this?” he asks, his voice nothing but a low growl. You nod vigorously and he laughs. “So needy,” he teases as he begins to slowly slide his finger inside of you. “Your ex must’ve not be takin’ care of this pussy. He never made you feel like this, did he?”

“N-No,” you gasp, eyes blown as you feel your pussy stretch slightly around his finger. He quickly begins to aim up to brush against your clit as he slides his finger in and out of you. Not only that, but he also begins to suck at your clit, sending waves upon waves of pleasure coursing through your body. This shit is crazy! He’s crazy!

You can feel yourself quickly beginning to reach that peak to your climax. ‘No!’ you think stubbornly. You don’t want this to end. You want to make this moment last. “Wait, Dabi!” you shout, writhing against him. “Stop! Don’t make me cum!” He immediately ceases his movements and pulls away from you, glaring in confusion. “‘Scuse me?” he asks, not sounding happy with your protest.

You nearly laugh at his reaction. “I wanna make this last,” you explain. “I wanna make you feel exactly how you must made me feel. So stand up.” Dabi still looks pissed he couldn’t make you cum, but listens to you anyway. He stands up, mouth and chin glistening from your juices, and you stand with him. Slowly, you begin to kiss and suck your essense off of his mouth, earning low moans from him.

Your hands slide down to his broad chest and you grip his shirt collar. “Off please?” you ask, peering up at him through your lashes. You don’t even have to ask twice. In a flash, he’s stripping himself of his shirt and tossing it somewhere on the rooftop.

You take a moment to admire his beautiful body–so hard and defined with muscle, ink, and burn scars that coat the left side of his body. His nipples, pink and hard, glint with two rings that hang from them and his lower stomach is sinewy with ink black hair. He’s so, so pretty. He must think your stares mean something else because he adverts his eyes from yours. “I know it ain’t picture perfect,” he mutters, sounding ashamed in himself. Your heart leaps with fear, hoping you didn’t ruin tonight for you both. Quickly, you try to fix things by gliding your hands up and down his hard body, admiring his well-defined pecs and abs. “You’re perfect,” you whisper before leaning in to peck his burn scars, running your lips softly over each.

The low moans and “mmm”s Dabi lets leave his mouth are delicious to you. They only heighten your arousal along with the sound of the party still going on downstairs. The music and chatter are muffled, but the fact that it is still near is so exciting to you. You never pictured yourself one for exhibitonism, but you suppose it takes the right person to bring the freak out of you.

And baby, do you want to be the freakiest bitch for Dabi. To prove that, you begin to lick and suck along his hardened nipples, tugging on the tiny silver rings hanging from them. “Fuck, baby,” he hums, watching you as you work. His lips are parted and his eyes are hooded. He is completely entranced by you.

He hasn’t seen shit yet. You begin to kiss down his hardened stomach until you come to his jeans already hanging low on his hips. You stop, your hands at his fly, and look up at him. ‘Okay?’ you ask with your eyes. Slowly, he nods, giving you the green light to finally rid him of his pants. You pull them and his underwear down in one go, eager to see what’s underneath.

You begin to think you bit off more than you can chew (or suck, rather) when you get a look at his cock for the first time. He is well endowed, thick, and curves upward so his dick slaps against his stomach when you finally release him from his trousers. Black hair curls around his stomach and pubic area, but it isn’t like a jungle. But that isn’t what gets you: it’s the cockhead piercing that glints from the head of his dick in the moonlight.

You gape at his cock, not sure what to say or do. “You okay?” he asks, laughter in his voice at your silence. “Uh…” That’s all you can say. He’s just so, so big! How could you get him in your mouth? You’re lucky you can even fit one hand around him as you begin to stroke him softly from base to tip.

Dabi cackles down at you, relishing your fear. “Don’t be scared of it, mama,” he purrs, taking his dick out of your hand and waving it in front of you. You watch, hypnotized…or dickmatized. “You said you wanted to make me feel the way I made you feel, right?” he asks teasingly. “C’mon now. You can do it. Open that pretty mouth.”

Not wanting to disappoint him, you open your mouth and he slowly begins to slide his dick against your tongue. “There we go,” he coos. “Good girl…take it all in.” You try to do so, your jaw and mouth stretching to accompany his size. “I’m guessin’ I’m bigger than your mans, huh?” he chuckles lowly.

“Mmm-hmm,” you hum around his cock, the vibrations causing him to moan. You relish the sounds, wanting more. So you begin to move your head back and forth, taking his cock in and out of your throat. You gag and spit all along his dick, causing saliva to drip down his balls and your chin, making your blowjob extra sloppy. Dabi is loving it. He tosses his head back and rolls his eyes to the back of his head, giving you a sight that is fit for only the finest of porn. He’s so, so sexy. And to be able to make him feel good gives you the motivation to fight against your aching jaw and burning throat as you continue to fuck him with your throat.

“You’re doin’ so good, babe,” he grunts as he begins to roll his hips into your mouth. “So, so good. At this rate, you’ll make me cum.”

You nod your head, coaxing him to do so. You want him to cum. You want to taste all of him in your mouth. But he surprises you when he begins to slow down his hips and pulls his wet cock out of your mouth. “No,” he growls. “If I’m gonna cum, it either has to be on that pretty ass or those titties of yours.”

You stare up at him then, drinking in his spectacular body and dick standing at attention for you. You then decide that if you are to finally cum, you want it to be wrapped around his cock.

‘Fuck it,’ you think. You don’t care that you barely know him. All of that “getting to know you” shit can wait until after you get him inside of you. “Why not inside of me then?” you purr, standing up to take his hands in yours.

He blinks at you, dumbfounded. “Without a condom?” he asks. “I don’t have one on me.”

You shake your head, pecking his lips. “I’m on the pill.”

That’s all you need to say to get Dabi to smash his lips hungrily against yours. “Oh, thank fuck,” he sighs, relieved. “I don’t mind beatin’ my dick to the sight of you in front of me, but I’d be lyin’ if I said I didn’t want your pretty little pussy wrapped around me.”

His dirty words send shivers up your spine. “And you’re okay with this? I mean, we barely know each other and–”

“I don’t give a fuck,” he growls, already moving you back to the couch again. “I’ll take you out later to get to know you, but right now, I fuckin’ need all of you. Now choose how I’m doin’ you before I lose my fuckin’ mind.”

You gape at him, dumbfounded and so, so horny. You’ve never had a man be so desperate for you before. You waste no time bending over the couch, presenting your ass and dripping pussy for him. You then look back at him, finding him standing there and stroking himself to the sight of you. “Like this,” you whisper. “Fuck me just like this, Dabi.”

Dabi is going fucking feral behind you. It takes everything in him to not shove every single inch of his hard, thick cock inside of you as he moves closer to you and begins to stroke your pussy with his cock. “God, look at you, stainin’ up the couch,” he sighs as you twitch and quiver along his dick. “Anyone could look up and see you like this, about to get fucked by someone who is practically a stranger to you.”

‘I don’t care,’ you want to scream. Anyone could watch if they want. All you want is that dick inside of you now. And then finally, he gives it to you.

He goes slow, taking his sweet time to allow you to get used to him. As soon as his cockhead enters you, your jaw is dropping open and your eyes are blown from how stretched you feel already. No toy could compare to how warm and solid Dabi feels snuggled up in your pussy. Not even your ex could make you feel this full or this good.

Through it all, you breathe in and out, relaxing your body into the couch cushion. Though it doesn’t hurt, you’re feeling beyond stretched by Dabi and you almost collapse from the feeling. You’re so glad to have the back of the couch to grip as Dabi takes a hold of your hips and bottoms out inside of you. “F-Fuck, Dabi!” you whine, gripping the couch. You can’t believe how good you feel. Where the fuck has he been hiding all this time?

He begins to bump his hips against your ass a little faster now, the sound of skin slapping filling the air as his heavy balls hit your clit. “Come on now, mama,” he huffs. “You wanna be a big girl, right? Take me just like one. Make me proud.” He begins to fuck you harder, taking a handful of your breasts and fondling them one at a time.

The feeling is just too much. His dick strokes the most sensitive parts of you as your clit jumps with every slap of his balls against it. And he’s just so deep. He is making you see stars that don’t even compare to the ones coating the night sky above the beautiful view stretched before you. You have no chance to take it all in, too busy taking Dabi’s fat cock as he fucks you into oblivion in your little sundress and heels.

“Feels good, don’t it?” he grunts into your ear. One hand moves to your ass to gently spank your ass, causing you to moan at the feeling. “Bet you’ve dreamed about this,” he growls to you. “Bet you wanted to get slutted out on my dick for so long. Bet you couldn’t wait for tonight. Bet you planned for this.”

He leans down toward you, his lips grazing your ear. “Bet you’ve wanted to be my good girl for so long,” he growls before his hand comes down on your ass a little harder.

“God, Dabi, yes!” you scream out to the heavens, gripping the couch for dear life as he fucks you harder. You’ve never felt like this before: so gone. Your eyes are closed and your mind is completely blank from the blinding pleasure you feel, each wave much bigger than the one before and washing over you.

The pleasure is just too good, and it’s starting to reach a deafening crescendo. You can feel it building in your core, threatening to snap at any moment. “Gonna cum!” you practically sob, your head thrown back. “Gonna cum for you Dabi!”

Dabi cackles behind you, putting a foot up on the cushion to get a better angle as he continues to fuck your pussy into submission. “Me too,” he grunts. “Want you take it. Take all of me like a big girl, baby.”

He presses his lips to your ear, leaning down so his dick is hitting that spot that has you seeing the entire galaxy behind your eyelids. “Fuckin’ cum for me, mama,” he demands. “Let me know how good I’m making you feel. Cream all over that dick.”

And you do. Moans and gasps leave your lips like a chorus as that chord finally snaps. You unravel, cumming all over Dabi’s dick. “Oh, my God!” you scream, your voice reaching heights fit for a shower singing session when you think no one is listening. You cream all over Dabi’s cock buried deep inside of you as he talks you through it, telling you how good of a girl you are as he strokes your outer thighs.

“Gonna cum too,” he grunts, his hips snapping against your ass again and again as he chases his high. “You gonna take all of it, baby, hm?”

“Y-Yes!” you choke out. “Please, please cum for me!” You begin tossing your ass back to meet his thrusts, wanting to feel him burst inside of you. And that does it. He grips your hips for dear life and cums deep inside of you with a raspy, loud moan that makes your stomach leap and your pussy clench around his pulsing cock.

You take every single ounce of his warm, creamy cum that shoots into your pussy, never once pulling away. You can feel it coating your walls, filling you up to the point where you curl your toes and gasp at the feeling coursing through your body. Finally, Dabi’s hips begin to slow until he is sloppily fucking you, chasing the rest of his high. Then with a soft groan, he pulls out, but it isn’t over for you yet. His cock is still hard as he begins to slide the head along your lower back and ass, coating your skin in his cum. “So you smell like me,” he softly says. “So no other man will even try.”

You let out a weak moan as you feel his nut coat your skin and drip down your thighs, making them slick and wet. Finally, he releases you and you slump against the couch, exhausted and spent, but feeling so, so good. After giving you some time to compose yourself, Dabi helps you fix your dress (without the panties) and fishes a napkin out of his pocket to wipe his cum off of your thighs. ‘What a gentleman,’ you think, giggling to yourself.

He seems sheepish and almost shy standing there, now in his briefs. “I didn’t…hurt you, did I?” he carefully asks as if afraid of the answer. You slowly shake your head, still in a daze. “That was amazing,” you sigh. “I’ve never been fucked like that before.” A proud smile stretches across Dabi’s face. “Just what you needed?” he asks.

You wrap your arms around his neck, nuzzling your face into his shoulder. “Absolutely,” you hum contently. “I hope it’s what you needed too.” He hums in agreement, pressing a kiss to the crown of your forehead. “That and much more.” You smile happily into his chest, glad that it was just as good for him as it was for you.

For a while, you two stay like that: hugging in the warm breeze. Finally, Dabi clears his throat. “So…now what?” he awkwardly asks.

“Well, we can’t go back inside like this,” you giggle. You motion to your dress still hiked up on your thighs and his semi-nakedness, though you’re sure that his physique would be welcomed. “And I think we both need to recover after those mind-blowing orgasms,” you purr, your pussy still sensitive from his dick beating it up. You curl up on the sofa and poke your bottom lip out at him. “Cuddle with me?” you coo.

Dabi chortles at you, rolling his clear, blue eyes. “Such a baby,” he chuckles. “You’re lucky I like feelin’ you in my arms.” His sweet words make you flush in the breeze as he settles down next to you. He scoops you into his lap and securely wraps his muscled arms around you, squeezing you to him as if he’s afraid you’ll disappear.

You feel the same way. You loop your arms around his neck and cradle his head to your beating heart. “So is a date in order after this?” he curiously asks. “I’m not too familiar with this shit, so…”

You can feel the awkwardness radiating off of him. A laugh bubbles in your chest. Leave it to him to feel awkward about dating even though he just fucked you doggystyle on a rooftop.

“Yes, Dabi,” you laugh. “I’d love to go on a date with you.” You feel him smile into your chest and he squeezes you closer to him, making you giggle. You want to stay like this forever, wrapped up in him.

When your phone suddenly rings, you feel like shooting somebody. You whine as you grab your phone, Dabi keeping his arms wrapped around you to make sure you don’t fall. Keigo’s name flashes across the screen.

“That’s Keigo,” you sigh. I hope no one broke anything.” You answer the phone, going back to cuddling Dabi. “Yeah?”

“So I’m guessin’ you made our guest feel welcomed?” Keigo immediately asks. “You two have been gone for, like, an hour.”

“It hasn’t been that long, Keigo,” you scoff though you really don’t know what time it is. “How’s the party? Is my apartment still intact?”

“Don’t you trust me?” he scoffs, but you don’t answer that question. “So you and Dabi are together now? I knew it was only a matter of time until he decided to pull up his big boy pants and tell you how he felt.”

You scowl in confusion, your heart picking up speed. “How did you–?”

“Know?” he finishes and gives a laugh. “Kid, I’ve known this shit for years! It just wasn’t my business to tell. However, you can thank yourselves because you saved time. Now everyone knows you two are an item.”

Your eyes widen, hoping he doesn’t mean what you think he means. “Huh?” you dumbly ask, earning an eyebrow raise from Dabi. “Everybody totally heard you up there, sis!” Rumi yells in the background. “You ain’t slick!” You hear laughter from Shiggy and Natsuo in the background which embarrasses you even more. You feel like hiding in a hole and never coming out. Everyone heard you? Were you that loud?

“We turned up the music, but it could only block out so much,” Keigo chuckles, humored at your embarrassment. “I didn’t know you could get that loud. You ever consider singing?”

“Goodbye, Keigo,” you growl, cutting off his cackle by immediately hanging up. You toss your phone to the side but not before turning off your ringtone. You don’t want anything or anyone ruining this moment for you. “What’d he say?” Dabi curiously asks.

“Nothing,” you quickly reply. You slide off of his lap so you’re sitting next to him and snuggle back into his chest, holding him close. “Just that he’s an asshole.”

Dabi chuckles, wrapping an arm around you as he puffs on the rest of the blunt, smoke billowing into the starry night sky above. “Well, that’s just a fact, babe.”

THE END.

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neesieiumz · 1 year

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| benighted ↠ plunged into darkness ⸻ dabi |

synopsis ↠ despite last week's argument, you still found yourself at your boyfriend's first tour concert.

warnings ↠ smut. 18+. toxic relationship. rockstar!dabi. exhibitionism. face-fucking. black-coded reader. female reader. afab reader. reader learns she has a slight exhibitionism kink. degradation. honestly, a bit of dub-con. dabi calls reader a slut. hawks is in this. just trust me on this. dabi fucks you in the back of the club

writer’s notes ↠ despite me finishing it, it took me two weeks to edit it because I didn't feel like it. Lord... anyway I hope y'all enjoy this, I definitely tried to go out of my comfort zone with this one. also thank you for 2.3k followers. I luv yaaaalllll.

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It was loud.

That was a usual occurrence when it comes to their shows. The crowds screaming, girls swooning, and guitar and bass clashing together in a rough medley as the drums and keyboard kept the tempo. LEAGUE was their name, a band Touy—Dabi joined three years ago, and since then has only been going up and up. You remember the day he told you he had finally found a band decent enough, crashing in your loft apartment laying across your body as you watched a movie together. His love for bass guitar was the one thing that he brought from his family home, his outlet from an explosive family dynamic.

Taking a deep breath, you gazed at him behind your sunglasses. He was shirtless, body glistening with sweat, the overhead spotlights giving him a cool glow. His arms and chest were littered with tattoos that you still didn’t know when he got done. His dyed black hair hangs over his face, covering his eyes ever so slightly. You then moved your gaze towards the crowd, looking all the way up into the nosebleeds. It was their biggest show to date, evident from their growing success. Couldn't help the little smile that formed on your face, you leaned against the wall as their guitarist, Spinner, if you remembered correctly led them to their last song of the night. As the slowest song played, you hummed along, nodding your head to the beat. You could feel a lot of movement behind you, stage managers getting ready for cleaning up after the show.

As the final note came out, the crowd cheered louder than it had before for the night. Standing up straight, you held your bag close to you before turning around and beginning to walk away. You rather not be here when a flood of managers surrounded them, headed towards the dressing rooms. You passed by Magne, or Big Sis Magne dubbed by the rest of the band, according to Dabi. She was the only one who was somewhat nice to you, helping you get backstage while they were just beginning their show. You got to the dressing rooms, one for each band member. You got it in the middle, labeled with his very name as well.

Using the key Magne gave you, you unlocked it revealing the seemingly normal dressing room. Over to the left was a couch, with Dabi’s stuff all over it, his bass guitar’s case sitting against the couch. Sighing, you walked over to the desk, grabbed the rolling chair by the vanity table, and sat right on it. Staring at yourself in the multiple mirrors side by side, illuminated by bright Hollywood bulbs. Your curls fluffed out, falling a bit past your shoulders, dyed in the color Dabi had dared you to do a while back, now beginning to grow out. Reaching up, you pulled off your slim sunglasses, revealing the makeup you did for tonight. Matching with the black mini dress you were wearing, paired with some platform boots and belt chain, spelling “Chanel '' on it.

You two were on bad terms once again, arguments spewing out all over a guy you met whilst partying with Dabi after one of his performances. To Dabi, it was as if you were holding a sign over your head screaming, “come fuck me” to the guy. You didn’t see it that, rather seeing it as enjoying yourself for once out of the few times you came with him to his stupid after-parties. When you brought up something you can’t even remember at this point. It was heavy, you threw things, and he brought up your family. And then you brought up his family. For some reason, that was out of bounds, all ending with him telling you not to bother coming to the first stop on the tour, which was a few towns over from where you live. It was something you were so proud of him for, and despite all that, you both found a way to pick another fight with each other. Still, you thought, you weren’t going to miss this for the world.

“What are you doing here?”

Jumping at the unexpected voice, you turned around only to see the man of the hour. He came inside the room, closing the door behind him. He was still shirtless from his performance, his bass strapped around his body. In his hands he was holding a t-shirt, probably the one he was wearing on stage before he took it off.

Ignoring the urge to stare at him, you looked up at him, “I wanted to come to support you, I promised you I would.”

He rolled his eyes, walking over to the couch with his things on them and going through them. Sighing, you walked towards him, grabbing his wrist while trying to pull him towards you. Despite the annoyance on his face, he let you pull him around. Luckily, there was just enough space for you to push him on the couch. Slowly, you climbed right on top of him, resting right on his lips against his black baggy pants. The sounds of his chains moving again to you as you got comfortable.

“Come on, how many times do I have to say I’m sorry?” You told him, resting your arms against each of his shoulders.

He still said nothing, looking everywhere but at you. Rolling your eyes slightly, you leaned down towards him, beginning to place slow kisses all along his exposed neck. The taste of salt left you unphased, and you continued your actions. His hands came up around your hips, squeezing them tight when you passed over a certain area on his neck. Your path moved up, and glossy kisses soon reached his cheek, moving your head around to meet him before resting your lips on his own. It was still a few seconds but he returned the kiss, moving his hands around your waist. Letting out a soft moan as he pulled you closer to him, unconsciously grinding on him as well. Dabi took control of the kiss with no fight from you, his grip around your waist falling down to your bottom.

Dabi stood up with a grunt, you squealing as you held on to him tight, his hand still on your ass. He carried you over to the vanity, basically slamming you against the table. Gasping as he suddenly let go of the kiss, leading himself down to your neck, leaving his own rough kisses along it.

“You piss me off so fucking,” you heard him mumble against your skin, “much.”

You couldn’t help but let out a breathy laugh, “you like it though.”

Dabi didn’t say anything but continued to lay kisses up and down your neck. Your own hands dug into his hair, and your head was thrown back in ecstasy. His hands began to slide underneath your dress, sliding back the material. The clothing revealed the thin black thong you wore under the dress, already soaked. His fingers thumbed at the thin cloth, before wrapping his fingers around it, ripping it right off. Screaming you tried to push him away but he was attached to you, pulling the thin thong off your body.

“Dabi, stop fucking ripping my panties—” cut off but him sinking two of his fingers within you.

Gasping, your grip on his hair tightened in surprise. He smirked within your skin at your cut-off reactions, slowly thrusting the digits in and out of you. His cold thumb pressed against your clit, the sudden temperature change, causing you to squeal, back arching, head nearly banging against the table edge. As he fingered you, you could hear ruffles of clothing, and the sound of a zipper unzipping. Your hands left his hair, your manicured nails coming up around his back, underneath his shirt. Slowly, he removed his fingers, licking off the arousal all over them. Soon you felt hands upon your shoulders, pushing you down right back onto the floor. Looking up at him, staring at his blue eyes as his hands fumbled with his belt and zipper.

Reaching up, pulling down his pants as well, his lengthy cock slapping you slightly in the face. You stuck out your tongue, laying it flat against the underside, moving your head up. Dabi groaned, his hands grabbing at your hair before pursuing you against him. Gasping as he pulled you up slightly, before pressing his tip past your lips. His thick cock forced itself down your throat, pushing it down, gagging around him as he did. Drool dripped down your face, as he fucked you roughly, smirking down at the way your lips stretched around him. You tried to suck, matching his crude pace, the only thing you could do was relax as best as you could, letting him take full control of you.

“Fuck, look at your drooling with my dick in your mouth,” he cursed, hissing as he pushed you down further, causing you to gag even further.

Tears threatened to fall out of your eyes, your inner thigh sticky with slickness. Your hands held out to his thighs, finding some sort of balance as he suddenly pressed you down, basically forcing all of him down your throat.

“How are you gonna make it up to me? Swallowing my cock like a slut, huh?” He huffed out, his voice getting tiger with tension, his grip doing the same.

You tried your best to nod your head, mouth still full. You tried to cross your thighs as much as you could within your position, but he forced his foot in between them, pressing his heavy boot right over your drenched pussy. Your choked moan vibrated against, him, striving to grind yourself against him. He let off a menacing smirk, letting go of your braids before using both of his hands to hold you, forcing your head up and down.

“Fuck, fuck so fucking nasty, take take it all… “ he groaned, throwing his head back.

With one final thrust, with no remorse for you, groaning as he came down your throat. He kept you down, ignoring your slight protests, relishing in the feeling of your throat around his cock. Soon he let you go, allowing you to breathe, gasping with lips wet with cum and spit. You felt his hand grab you under your chin, before forcing right up to your feet. He pressed his lips against your wet ones, forcing his tongue into your mouth. Bracing yourself at the intensity, hands grasping around his arms as he pushed back against the vanity, this time pushing you up, making you sit on the table. Dabi gripped your thighs, parting your legs wide open, revealing your soaked cunt. His hands reached down, rubbing the pads of his fingers against your gushing pussy. Moaning, back arching as he rubbed slow, harsh circles into your clit.

Just as his hands began to slide your dress, a loud knock came at the door.

“Dabi, hurry the fuck up! We still have this fucking after-party to go to!”

It was Toga, another one of Dabis’ bandmates. Groaning, feeling cold as Dabi pulled away from you.

“Do we have to go?” You asked him, bringing his arms back around his waist.

He groaned, looking between the door before back at you. Slowly he pulled away from you, helping you off the table before walking towards his things. As he fixed up his bag, you fixed up your dress, pulling your straps up once again. Glancing down at the scraps of clothes on the floor that was once your thong, seeing Dabi bend over and pick them up. Rolling your eyes, turning around, grabbing your bag, pulling out the lipgloss you brought, and fixing your lips back up. As you did, you could feel an arm slither around your waist, before pulling you closer. You look up, seeing Dabi now fully shirted, this time it was black, but it had the LEAGUE symbol on it. Leaning down, he placed his lips roughly back on yours, surprising you for a bit. His hard press cast your legs to shake a bit, grabbing on him and his shirt to find balance. Slowly he broke the kiss, your lips slightly swollen from the intensity.

Another loud knock came to the door, even louder than the one before. He sighed again, looking at the door before back at you. With no words, he jerked his head towards the door, eyebrow raised. Understanding the silent question, “wanna head off?” You nodded your head, taking your lipgloss and reapplying it as Dabi guided you to the door. He walks you two to the door, opening to reveal Toga standing outside, an irritated look on her face.

“Finna-fucking-lly, the tour bus is waiting for us t take us there.” She said before locking eyes with you.

She just rolled her eyes, before walking away. A grimace came on your face, rolling your eyes and looking down at the girl as she walked away. You looked back up at Dabi who simply shrugged his shoulders before walking off, taking you with him.

It was loud.

Much like the concert but this time, you were ready to go home. The after-party was happening at a club twenty minutes away from the concert venue. You kept to yourself, sipping away at the cranberry vodka he had gotten you five minutes ago. It was crowded with lots of people but mostly the growing fanbase of the band, filled with mostly well-meaning fans, but also those who didn’t understand the basic idea of personal respect. You met the stink eyes of one too many girls who were part of Dabi’s own growing fanbase. You looked away from them, however, trying to keep your focus on Dabi when a familiar flash entered your vision.

Neon lights made up for the full-on darkness the club was in, everyone wearing glowing ornaments. You wore glowing blue and purple bangles all along your gloved hands and arms, right along with the silver bracelet Dabi got you a few months ago. Your rope-like twists up in a high ponytail, and you ripped your shot against the person in front of you before thawing it right back. Everyone around you cheered as you finished your shit first, slamming it against the bar table. The man in front of you, someone you had just met tonight, finished his shot before copying your movements, slamming his own glass on the table.

“Okay, okay I'll admit to you, you're a better drinker than me!” He acknowledged, giving you a half-exaggerated bow.

You can help but laugh loudly, alcohol roaring and moving through your system.

“Thank you for finally admitting it,” you said, taking his acceptance.

You had no idea how you even got to this situation, surrounded by a bunch of strangers, but this was probably the most fun you’ve had coming to these types of parties. After his shows, he liked to drag you out to different clubs and parties. Laughing, you leaned against the bar before turning around to order a club soda, something to help you sober up. You could feel the man come up beside you, asking for the same thing you did. As you two got your orders, you turned towards him, the two of you taking a sip of the carbonated water, you couldn't help but smile at each other. The drink cooled your system down a bit, allowing you to focus on the man in front of you. His hair was feathery, like a bird’s wings, wearing a simple black shirt that was only buttoned once, revealing his sweaty chest. His golden-brown eyes were piercing through you, despite his humorous countenance.

Once the two of you finished your drink, handing them back to the bartender, the man spoke up first, “Keigo, but most people just call me Hawks. I still don’t know why.”

You couldn’t help but giggle at the nickname, glancing between him and his hair, “I can think of one reason.”

The two of you broke out in laughter, but just before you could say anything, you heard a throat clear behind you. You turn around and Hawks glance right behind you, you staw familiar tattoos along with piercing blue eyes gazing right between the two of you. Immediately you got out of your seat, making your way toward your glowering lover. Heart pounding slightly as you glanced at him, seeing him no longer focused on you but on the man you were just talking to. You came up in front of him, trying to wrap yourself around him. It was futile, him pushing you off of him as he walked closer and closer to him.

“You tryna piss me off right now?”

“Dabi—” you tried to cut in but Hawks cut in right before you could.

He glanced between the two of them before shrugging his shoulders, “hey, we were just having some fun, no need to get all angry.”

Dabi rolled his eyes, reaching to grab him by the shirt before you finally stepped in, pulling his hand off of him. Dabi pushes you away, before sending a punch flying to Hawks’ face, the entire audience around you gasping as he did. The blonde man slumped on the floor, Dabi wiped away what little blood he had on his hands onto his dark pants. Once He did he grabbed your hand, pulling you away from everyone, despite you fighting his hold. You weren’t too far from everyone before pulling yourself out of his hold.

“What the actual fuck was that?!” You screamed at him, trying to push him away from you.

He just scoffed as you continued to yell at him, “the first time I actually have some fun at these fucking parties you drag me to and you PUNCH someone in the face?”

“Didn’t know throwing yourself around counted as fun,” he yelled right back at your face, everyone around him hearing him loud and clear.

The argument continued well into the night, ending up with you two right at your apartment, screaming at each other

It was him. Hawks, he called himself from a week ago.

You glanced over his form, he wore a glossy-like silver shirt, with black pants with it as well. His hair still looked the same as before, and he wore glasses above his face. His shirt was unbuttoned quite a bit, revealing just enough of his chest, tied in the silver chain hanging down from his neck. Your eyes continued to gaze down his form, but before you could do anything else. The grip that was once resting around you tightened before mostly pushing you against the wall. Gasping at the sudden hand around your neck, pressing you further into the wall.

“Dabi,” you tried to get out but were cut off by his other hand slipping under your dress, roughly pressing against your clit.

The feeling of your oxygen slowly being more and more restrictive as your body reacted, twisting in growing euphoria as he did. He said nothing, grunting and positioning his body in between your legs. His grip around you loosened a bit as you felt his cold zipper press up against your cunt. His fingers soon left before feeling him fumble against his button and zipper.

Gasping, relaxing where exactly you were, glancing around at the backs turned towards you.

“Dabi, fuck baby, we’re in public! Wait,” you squealed, feeling his thickness begin to press against you.

Cursing, grabbing a hold of him as he sunk his thickness into your wet heat, squirming within his hold. The wall vibrated with the heavy bass and 808 drums of the music within the club. Your eyes glanced all around you, before locking eyes into a golden brown that seemed to have gotten closer. A sudden thrust broke the slight trance you were under, moaning as he repeatedly plunged into you, uncaring of your own concerns. His hand fully left your throat, allowing you to breathe and speak as it came up under your thighs, before pressing them up against the wall, parting your legs in full. The new position allowed him to penetrate deeper into you. Your squeals were luckily covered by the music, and the darkness covered you just enough that if no one looked hard enough, they would see you.

Yet there were those gold-brown eyes, in the corner of your vision as you were now focused on Dabi fully. He couldn’t keep his eyes off you and you knew it, and you had the biggest feeling as he fucked you against the wall, that Dabi knew as well.

Was that it? Did he press you up here just because he knew he was watching?

“Squeezing around me like a fucking vice,” he groaned, leaning right up in your ear as he did so, “is it because he’s watching you? Huh?”

“You like him watching you get fucked like a little whore?”

You pulsed uncontrollably against him, melting unconsciously with his words. His deep raspy voice incited something within you. His tongue came up around your ear, lapping at it before nibbling away. Your body convulses, curling up against the wall as your thighs tremble, feeling your orgasm building quickly way too quickly.

“Look at him, look at him.”

Gasping, you lifted your head as much as you could, and yet, you could still see his figure looking right at you. At this point he had found a seat, holding a drink close to his face, but yet, he was still looking right at the two of you.

You don’t know what it is, the circumstances, you don’t know, but your body shook violently, coming with a shout which you muffled against his shirt, holding him close. Your arousal dripped down your thighs, drenching part of his shirt and the front of his pants as you held him close to you. Dabi’s own thrust didn’t slow down, in fact, they sped up, his hips slamming against your inner thighs. With one final thrust, he groaned against your shoulder, feeling his cum filling you right up. Letting out heavy breaths, feeling his warm hand grab your hand under your chin. He pulled in, placing heavy pecks against your lips. Your body felt like jelly as he slid out of you, feeling the mixture of your and his cum slowly sliding out of you. His hands came around your dress, pulling down the short material before wrapping his arms around your waist. He soon pulled you out of the darkness, pulling you behind him as he greeted those around him. He bid them goodbye before taking you out of the crowd.

As you walked, you glanced back toward where he was sitting, only to find an empty seat. You looked back at Dabi who was just walking ahead of you, holding your hand. He led you outside, where he went up into the tour bus parked down the street. Dabi knocked on the door, allowing the driver to let him in. He guided you towards one of the beds. Just like a light, you fell into a deep, unclouded sleep.

As you slept peacefully, Dabi’s own phone buzzed with a sudden message. He pulled out his phone, before smirking at the sudden message.

H: you get what you want, sick freak?

D: Yep.

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abeitriz · 11 months

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Rise my king.

Welp, that was a good writing, well, its not that big because i'm still thinking about what more i can add to the storie.

Warnings: mentions about killing, mentions about wounds, dom reader, kinda sub bakugou?, Reader is an Goddess, SMUUT, not really explicit smut but really simbolyc,

english is not my first language so i'm sorry for any mistake

Minors do not Interact.

Have a good time ☕✨

Darkness.

It was the only thing he could see ahead, the metallic taste of blood was flooding on his mouth, the excruciating pain on his back that burned with every little movement, The screams and howls of the crowd arround him filled his eardrums, he could hear the cries of dispair of the people, HIS people was being tortured and killed by those that call themselfs "the purifiers" commanded by who they called "Dabi" who was the first-born of the king Enji Todoroki, Prince Toya

The darkness seemed to be closing in on him, suffocating him with its weight. He knew that he had to keep moving forward, to keep fighting for his people, but the pain was too much to bear. As he stumbled through the darkness, he could feel his strength fading away. But then, a glimmer of light appeared in the distance, and he knew that he had to conquer it. With every ounce of strength left in him, he pushed himself forward, determined to reach the light and find a way to save his people from the purifiers' grasp.

As he reaches for the light and held onto it with all his might, he experienced a sudden disappearance of all pain and a cessation of every scream, howl, and cry. When he opened his eyes once more, he was certain that he saw Macha, the goddess of wisdom, war, and death, shining in all her divine glory right before him.

He was dead, for sure.

As he surveyed his surroundings, he came to the realization that he had transcended the mortal realm. He found himself in a place that exceeded his wildest dreams, lying on a bed adorned with the finest silk he could fathom. This was a place that he had only heard of in tales and legends. The atmosphere was filled with a sense of tranquility and peace, and he felt a warmth that was entirely new to him. The skies were ablaze with the most stunning and vibrant northern lights. He glanced back at Macha, who was still cradling his head in her lap, and he knew that she had brought him to this place.

The goddess whispered praises and words sweetly to her beloved barbarian, Katsuki, as she caressed his ash blonde hair, expressing how long she had been eagerly anticipating his arrival." Your disdain for those repulsive individuals is palpable, and I am aware that you, my beloved, seek retribution. And because I cherish my creation deeply, I will bestow upon you a small present." said the divinty as she smiled sweetly to Katsuki

Katsuki was about to utter her name when she cut him off to reveal her true name, which she reserved for him alone. As he spoke her name, it flowed effortlessly from his lips, earning her praise. She urged him to rise and accept her gift, taking hold of his hands and reciting an ancient language. Suddenly, he felt a fiery sensation as rune tattoos materialized on his arms and hands, imbuing him with a newfound strength unlike anything he had ever experienced before

"To receive this gift, you must make a vow to me, my beloved, that you will remain faithful solely to me and I will do the same for you. We will stay together until the end of time, and my love for you will never falter. You must also promise to give your eternal love exclusively to me." He nodded in agreement to her demands, but appended a condition to the agreement. "You'll be accompanying me on the earthly plane, won't you?"

She declared that she would fulfill any wish of her king's, then proceeded to kiss him tenderly. He responded by embracing her and silently urging her to shed her golden armor, so that he could explore her body as her king, lover, and mate

As the battle-weary warrior removed her armor, her lover's eyes were drawn to the curves of her body, the softness of her skin, and the fullness of her lips. He couldn't resist the urge to touch her to feel her warmth against his skin, and to taste the sweetness of her mouth.

As they parted for air, she began to explore his neck and collarbone with her lips, leaving a trail of kisses and marks that sent shivers down his spine. He reciprocated by exploring her breasts and holding onto her hips, reveling in the feel of her body against his. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain as she bit him, marking him as hers in the tradition of the dragons. The pain quickly turned to pleasure as his body grew hot and feverish, and she exposed her own neck for him to mark.

As the temperature rose, so did the passion between them, igniting a fire that burned hotter than any battle they had ever fought. They were lost in each other, consumed by the heat of their desire, and nothing else mattered in that moment except for the two of them and the bond they shared.

The atmosphere was charged with an intense longing that had been building between them for centuries. They had tried to ignore it, but it was impossible to resist any longer. As they stood there, gazing into each other's eyes, they both knew that this was the moment they had been waiting for.

Without a word, they began to shed their clothing, each layer falling away like a barrier between them. As they stood there, naked and vulnerable, they were consumed by a raw, primal desire that left them breathless. Every touch, every caress, sent shivers down their spines, and they were lost in the heat of the moment. She ran her hands over his body, exploring every inch of him, while he traced his fingers along her curves, marveling at her beauty.

As they moved together their bodies intertwined in a dance of passion, they were transported to another world, a world where nothing else existed except for the two of them. It was a moment of pure ecstasy, a moment that they would never forget. And as they lay there, they knew that they had finally found what they had been searching For all along. They were two bodies, two souls, coming together in a moment of pure ecstasy.

The intimacy they shared was electric, and it was as if time had stood still in that moment. The vulnerability of being naked with someone else was a new feeling for him. He let her take control, as he sat there, trying to remain as silent as possible, he couldn't help but feel a sense of unease.

He knew that any sound he made could give him away, but the pressure was mounting. Katsuki was caught off guard when the goddess demanded that he make more beautiful sounds for her. He had never been asked to do such a thing before and was unsure of what she meant. As he pondered over her request, a high pitched whine escaped his plump lips, causing him to immediately cover his mouth with both hands out of embarrassment, however, his attempt to hide his embarrassment was futile as the goddess took his hands out of his mouth and leaned down to whisper in his ear. She wanted him to moan, whine, and scream her name to the skies above, claiming him as her own. Katsuki was confused and unsure of how to proceed, but he knew that he wanted to please the goddess. He began to experiment with different sounds, trying to find the perfect combination that would satisfy her desires. As he continued to make "beautiful sounds" for her, he felt a sense of liberation and freedom, as if he was finally able to express himself in a way that he never had before, even though what he spoke had no sence in normal conversations, he moaned words like "my Goddess" or "my Love" and even "more" but he still wasn't sure why he kept screaming that, he knew his body couldn't take more.

But proved wrong as the two bodies intertwined, Katsuki's senses were heightened by the tight, warm, and slippery sensation of her cunt enveloping his member. The pleasure was so intense that his moans grew higher and whinier, his face contorted in ecstasy. The frenetic pace of their movements only added to the pleasure, until finally, the tight knot in his abdomen broke and he screamed with pleasure. Collapsing onto the bed, he felt a sense of release as he filled her womb with his seed. The intensity of his orgasm caused her to climax moments later, both of them left breathless and satisfied.

This moment was the culmination of their desire for each other, a physical manifestation of the love and passion they shared. It was a moment that would be etched in their memories forever, a moment of pure pleasure and connection. The intensity of their passion left them both breathless and satisfied, their bodies entwined in a tangle of limbs and sweat. It was a moment of pure ecstasy, a union of two souls that transcended time and space.

The scene was one of pure happiness as the goddess and the barbarian intertwined in each other's embrace, their bodies wrapped in a passionate hug. The warmth of their love enveloped them and they lost themselves in the moment. Suddenly, the goddess pulled away and looked deeply into her lover's eyes. With a gentle smile on her lips, she whispered to him that she eagerly awaited his arrival at the Sanctuary of Cebtar her sacred temple, it was there that she would officially declare him as her husband to her people and crown him as the sole king of the dragons. She conveyed all the necessary information for him to find the temple hidden deep in the mountains, ensuring that he would not get lost on his journey As their time together came to an end, the goddess gave her lover one last kiss before uttering his name: "Wake up Katsuki"

As Katsuki slowly opened his eyes, he found himself in the center of a mysterious ring of stones. The snowflakes were falling gently from the sky, creating a serene and peaceful atmosphere. However, the air was thick with the scent of snow, fire, and blood, which made him feel uneasy. He took a deep breath and stood up, feeling the coldness of the snow beneath his feet. He knew that he had to find his beloved goddess, who was waiting for him in the Northlands, beyond the mountains. With each step he took, the snow became deeper and the wind grew stranger, but Katsuki was determined to reach his destination. He imagined his goddess waiting for him, her beauty and grace inspiring him to keep moving forward.

He knew that he had to be strong and brave for the journey ahead was treacherous and full of danger As he walked, Katsuki noticed the snow-covered landscape around him. The trees were adorned with icicles, and the snowflakes sparkled like diamonds in the sunlight, Finally, after weeks of walking, Katsuki reached the foot of the mountains. He looked up at the towering peaks seeing the temple, feeling a sense of both fear and excitement. He knew that he had to go deeper in the woods, where his goddess was waiting for him. With a deep breath he began his ascent, determined to reach his beloved and fulfill his destiny

To be continued if you guys like It ♥️

Byebye

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bakugosatoru · 4 months

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Pretty for the Press

Requests Open! Warnings: Graphic Smut (This is pure PWP smut, MDNI) Genre: Smut Fic Type: Medium Length Fic (4.5k Words) Fandom: My Hero Acadamia Ship: Dabi x Hawks Authors note: My first longer fic! I'm not sure how I feel about it but I like it enough that I do want to share it! I've been working on it for an embarrassingly long time so I hope you like it! Also Dabi is really soft in this and its a little out of character but oh well. Synopsis: Hawks has defected to the side of the villains and is now standing in the League of Villains hideout bathroom, and he needs a haircut. Dabi offers to help. What could go wrong.

Also here on AO3 if you prefer to read over there.

It isn't exactly the Marriott. The yellowing porcelain of the benchtops and the stained brown sinks work to remind him exactly where he is. The bathroom at the league of villains hideout. The porcelain is cool against his hands, his face leaning in towards the cracked and dirty mirror.

It's been three months since Hawk defected to the side of the villains, away from the world of heroes, the world of being a hero. So here Hawks stands, instead of his hero funded penthouse with the nicest things money can buy, he stands in a bathroom, staring at himself in the mirror. Tugging at the strands of his hair. He always forgets how quickly hair grows when not being cut every two weeks to keep up an appearance.

“So this is why you spend so fucking long in the bathroom huh? Damn you really love looking at yourself that much Birdie?”

Dabi stands, lounging against the doorframe dressed in black sweatpants and a ratty old tank top. Hawks scowls, wondering how long he’d really been there.

“Fuck off Dabi, was just trying to figure out which one of you psychos I’d trust with scissors to cut my hair” The ex-hero smirked, leaning back from the mirror to meet Dabi’s gaze.

“And what was the verdict?” Dabi mused as he wandered over to stand next to Hawks, whose wings quickly tucked into his body to make room.

Hawks didn’t answer, just going back to pulling and rearranging his hair before huffing and messily tying it back in a stubby ponytail. Dabi spun around and sat against the sink, watching Hawks intently. Hawks feathers puff and ruffle slightly, subconsciously, as he feels Dabis gaze dig into him. It's not often they get time alone together, usually they are either surrounded by other members of the league or fighting for their lives. Doesn’t exactly leave a lot of time for talking. Dabi picked up the discarded and rusted scissors off the counter and held them in front of his eyes, cutting at the air a few times for good measure.

“I mean, I could do it..” Dabi said, spinning the scissors around his pointer finger and tapping his other hand mindlessly against the counter.

“Promise I won't slice ya”

“Well that just fills me with confidence” Hawks scoffed.

“I mean, the offers there if you want. If you want to keep growing out your hair ‘till you start looking like a homeless guy hanging outside the headquarters that's your call Birdy”

Hawks paused for a moment, looking over at Dabi. Dabi glanced at him momentarily before returning his gaze to the scissors spinning in his hand. Hawks hated to admit that Dabi was probably his best choice. He couldn't trust Compress or Twice to just do a small trim (they always had a flair for the dramatic), Himeko might get a bit too snip-happy with the scissors and Shigaraki isn't exactly a big fan of… hygiene in general.

“Fine” Hawks huffed, finally leaning back from the counter.

“Yea?” Surprise painted Dabi’s voice as he hopped off the counter and strolled behind Hawks, yanking a cheap plastic chair over from the corner of the room and placing it right in front of the mirror.

“Well take a seat, get comfortable. Want me to wash your hair first, scalp massage maybe? Perhaps I should get you a cup of tea?” Dabi mocked in a sing-song tone.

“Oh please do, I expect only the best service from a stylist as famous as yourself” Hawks scoffed as he rolled his eyes. He sat down on the chair and leaned back, Dabi now towering behind him in the mirror. A moment paused between them as Dabi looked down at his hair, a hand reaching out gingerly to hold a few strands between his fingers, the back of his hand brushing against Hawks neck gently. Hawks felt a shiver pass through his body to the tip of his wings and he just prayed Dabi didn’t notice.

“Uh actually I might have to wash it…” Dabi mumbled, all the joking bravado in his voice replaced with a nervousness Hawks had never heard coming from the villain before.

“Hm?” Hawks questioned, tilting his head to look up at Dabi, seeing the living skin on his face dusted with a soft pink hue.

“It's just easier to cut wet hair.” Dabi said as he spun the plastic chair around, so that Hawks was now facing him, his back to the sink. Hawks' breath caught in his throat as he looked up at Dabi, who was leaning over to turn on the faucet. Was Dabi going to wash his hair? This really hadn't been how he expected this to go, he assumed Dabi would cut a few inches off his hair and be done with it, but this was a side of Dabi he hadn't seen before. A softer side.

“Okay lean back, the water shouldnt be too hot but my hands aren't exactly great for gauging temperature so if your skin melts off, not my fault.” Dabi said as he moved over to the shower in the corner of the bathroom and snatched up a bottle of shampoo and conditioner. Hawks leant back, awkwardly tilting his head under the faucet to line himself up so the water was in his hair instead of covering his entire face.

“Twice will kill you if he finds out you're going to use his weird expensive shampoo”

“No, he’ll kill you. You're the one using it, I'm just putting it in your hair” Smirked Dabi as he strolled over to the left of Hawks and reached into the sink to help rinse his hair. Hawks felt himself tense as Dabis fingers brushed against his scalp, before relaxing into the touch and letting his eyes shut to prevent getting water in them.

“So what about that tea you offered?” Hawks smirked as he felt Dabi pour some shampoo on his head and start massaging it into his hair. If he tried really hard he could probably pretend he was back in one of those swanky hair salons his agency used to send him to, but honestly? He preferred this, though he wasn't fully sure why.

“Hey what the-” Hawks sputtered as he felt water be splashed onto his face. Dabi laughed as Hawks wiped his eyes with his sleeve, opening his eyes to look up at Dabi. His mouth opened to scold him but he paused, Dabi had this mindless smile on his face, not one of his signature smirks, but a genuine smile.

Hawks hadn’t ever seen Dabi smile like this before.

“I was about to say you were good at this but after that I might have to retract that statement” Hawks teased.

“Aw c’mon Birdy, you like it”

“Yea I guess I do” Hawks said, his voice quiet, so quiet that Dabi nearly didn't hear him…. But he had heard him.

“I’m sure you had this done all the time when you were a hero” Dabi snipped, a strange venom in his voice, but Hawks just shook it off.

“Yea, too much actually. They would send me every few weeks to make sure my hair was always perfect. ‘Gotta keep up appearances’ they would tell me. So they’d send me to some overpriced salon and get me all dolled up for the press” Hawks sighed, remembering his old life wasn’t exactly his favorite pastime.

“Which do you like better?” “Hm?”

“Your old salon experiences or this one?” Dabi asked as he washed the last bit of conditioner out of Hawks hair and swapped to rinsing the hair clean. Hawks paused for a moment, staring up at Dabi.

“My old hairstylist was never so gentle” Hawks mumbled, still gazing up at him. Dabi tensed at his words, pulling his hands away and wiping them on a towel. Hawks scolded himself in his head, he was having the perfect moment with Dabi and he had to go say something stupid and spook him.

He opened his mouth to apologize, or try to play it off, or do something to turn back time to only a few moments ago, but he was stopped by Dabi’s hand resting against his cheek as he leaned in and began to softly dry his hair. Hawks leant forward so he was no longer halfway in the sink as Dabi gently dried his hair with the towel before using the towel to wipe away the water that had splashed on Hawks face.

“I'm sure your old hairstylist never did this either.” Dabi whispered as he placed the towel on the counter and leant down, cupping Hawks face in his hands and brushing their lips together ever so softly, as if asking for permission. Permission that Hawks was more than happy to grant as he reached up and wrapped his arms around Dabis neck, kissing him deeply. Hawks’ mind was racing at a hundred miles an hour. Never in his wildest dreams could he have expected this. Of course he liked Dabi, Dabi was strong, funny, passionate and beautiful. But Dabi was also, well, Dabi; he didn’t expect him to feel the same way.

“Well?” Dabi asked, breaking the kiss but not pulling away. Their lips softly brushed against each other as he spoke.

“Oh, huh?” Stuttered Hawks, every thought in his brain fully occupied with what had just happened.

Dabi chuckled softly, gazing at Hawks' kiss-drunk expression.

“Have any of your hairstylists ever done that before?” He smirked, kissing Hawks for just a moment before pulling back to allow him to answer.

“No, but I don't mind if this one does” He murmured, mustering every ounce of confidence in his body to stand up and pull Dabi back into a scathing kiss, his hands gripping his black spiked hair, being careful not to pull any staples or hurt the scarred skin. Hawks was usually good at this kind of thing, being a confident hero was all part of his image. Swooning the ladies, charming the press, it was second nature to him. But this? This was different, he had never felt so exposed, he was laying himself bare for a man who he had assumed wanted nothing to do with him. He was offering himself to Dabi, and if Dabi pushed him away now? He would never recover.

But Dabi took his offer

“Wanted to do this for months” Dabi whispered against Hawks lips. Scarred hands gripped his thighs and lifted Hawks up onto the bathroom counter. The plastic chair clattered to the side as Dabi stood between Hawks thighs, kissing him deeply. One of Hawks hands began to tug at the hem of Dabis' shirt. Dabi lifted his arms, allowing him to lift the shirt over his head and toss it to a corner of the bathroom. His hands began to trail along his scarred chest, his finger gently tracing the seams between scarred and living skin. For the first time, Dabi seemed to pull back, breaking the kiss and turning his head to the side.

“You okay? Does that hurt?” Hawks quickly started to pull his hand away but Dabi grabbed it and placed it back on his chest, holding it there and squeezing it slightly.

“No it's fine, just… been a while since anyone touched them, I guess; weird feeling. Just…keep going” Dabi sighed, his head dropping against Hawks shoulder, his hand dropping to the birds thigh as he began kissing along his neck.

“Okay” Hawks whispered, his hands dragging along Dabi’s chest, dragging down towards the hem of his sweatpants, mindlessly fiddling with the drawstring for a moment as he felt Dabi bite down against his neck, licking at the indent left behind.

“Shit- Dabi” Hawks hissed, his hips twitching.

“Your room, now, please”

“Don't gotta tell me twice songbird” Dabi hummed, stepping back and dragging Hawks off the counter.

Songbird… Hawks liked that one.

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Hawks got the wind knocked out of him as Dabi slammed him against the now closed door to his room. He was going to wake up the entire League and he truly didn't seem to care. Because he finally had that stupid bird in his arms.

“Do you know how long i've been trying to get your attention?” Dabi growled against his ear, his hands grabbing Hawks waist. Hawks let out a whine, flattening his chest against Dabis.

“So fucking pretty birdy, everyone wanted to be with the hero Hawks hm? Fucking sucks for them all, ‘cause I get villain Hawks and he is so much better.” Dabi used his grip on the ex-heros waist to push him towards the bed, shoving him backwards. He fell back, his wings splaying across the bed. Dabi couldn't help but smirk. Laid out just for him. He crawled over and straddled Hawks, before leaning forward to catch his lips in a kiss once again, their hips rolling against each other sloppily. They were making out like two teenagers and they couldn't care less. Hawks broke the kiss for a moment to rip his own shirt over his head, but it took a little longer as he had to slide his wings out of it, which Dabi thankfully helped with.

“Always wondered how those wings got in the way of getting dressed, guess now I know” Mused Dabi, his thumbs rubbing circles in Hawks thigh.

“Heh, yea, just as cumbersome as you would think” Laughs Hawks as he finally manages to escape his shirt, launching it across the room.

Dabi paused for a moment, his hands now pressed flat against Hawks chest as he shifted his weight, sitting on his lap.

“Well Birdy, how do you wanna do this?”

“I mean, being on the bed is a good start…”

“No you dumbass,” Laughed Dabi.

“Do you wanna top or bottom, I don’t mind either, I mean I usually top but I could be convinced to switch…I just need to touch you” He hummed as he dragged his nails across Hawks chest.

“Oh yea.. um” Hawks paused, his heart leaping into his throat as he looked at the ceiling, his face going bright red.

“Songbird?” Dabi paused, his hands flattening out to gently rest against Hawks hips.

“We don't have to do this if you don't want to. I didn't mean to…” Dabi trails off, self doubt filling him. Did he force Hawks into this? Hawks was probably grossed out. Was it his scars?. Dabi's mind raced a hundred miles an hour as he slowly went to climb off Hawks lap.

“No No it's nothing like that” Hawks exclaimed with a slight panic, his hands pulling Dabi back to his lap. He paused, Hawks entire face was burning red.

“I've just… fuck this is embarrassing. I've never done anything like this… before?” He mumbled, his eyes still avoiding meeting Dabis at all cost.

“What? Really? This is your first time with a dude?” Dabi exclaimed. He didn't mean to sound so surprised but, the number 2 hero? The professional flirt? Had never been with a guy?

“No not just with a guy” Hawks whispered, he looked like he wanted to curl in on himself until the world itself disappeared.

“Birdie, you a virgin?” Dabi asked, surprise lacing his voice.

“Yea…. The commission didn't exactly like letting me out of their sight and dating or hookups were out of the question so…” Hawks shrugged.

Dabi paused for a moment before reaching a hand out and gently tilting Hawks chin down so their eyes met.

“Songbird, do you want to do this?” He asked, his voice that soft whisper from before that made Hawks heart melt.

“Mhm”

“I need words, Birdy.”

“Yes,” Hawks said before kissing Dabi softly. There's no one else he'd rather have his first time with. He threw his old life away to join the league, but deep down, he threw it away to be near Dabi, he wanted a new start, he wanted to do all the things he could never do, and if one of those things is getting railed by his hot edgy villain friend? Then he was going to do it.

“Alright then Songbird, here’s what we’re gonna do, you're going to leave everything to me, I’ll take the lead and take care of ya’. Any point you wanna stop, just say the word and we will.” Dabi smiled, that sweet smile again. Hawks would trust this man with his life… ironic considering their past. Dabi hooked his fingers into the loops of Hawks pants and worked to pull them off his legs. Hawks lifted his hips so Dabi was able to fully free him, his boxers doing absolutely nothing to hide the shape of his arousal straining against the fabric.

“This hard for little ol’ me Birdy? I’m flattered” Dabi teased, his mouth latching to Hawks exposed collarbone as one of his hands gave Hawks a light squeeze over his boxers. Hawks opened his mouth to reply, but he was only able to muster a whispered whine as Dabi set his mind racing with just a few touches.

“Fuck, your voice Songbird” Dabi groaned as he pulled back for a moment, quickly ridding himself of his own sweatpants. He grabbed Hawks hand and pulled it to feel against the growing bulge in his boxers.

“Feel what you do to me baby?” Dabi asked, Hawks didn’t respond, his hips shifting as he fought to get any friction against the growing desperation between his legs. Dabi smirked. Watching Hawks get so desperate before even getting his boxers off was driving him crazy. Dabi finally gave Hawks some respite, grabbing the waistband of his boxers and pulling them off him, his cock red and the tip wet with precum.

“Lie back for me okay? I’m going to make you feel so good” Dabi murmured as he tilted Hawks back on the bed before positioning himself between Hawks legs. He leaned over to the nightstand and grabbed the small bottle of lube he kept there for… personal reasons. He quickly discarded his own boxers before pouring some of the lube on his fingers and warming it up.

“This might feel weird at first but I promise it gets better” Dabi said as he dropped his slicked up finger down between Hawks legs, gently circling it around the rim before pushing it in softly. Hawks let out a hiss as his body got used to the strange intrusion. Dabi leaned forward and kissed along his collarbone in apology as he began to work his long finger in and out. He kept going until he was sure that Hawks was ready.

“Shit” Hawks moaned quietly as Dabi slipped a second finger into him, moving them around and scissoring them apart gently, working him open.

“Oh just you wait Songbird” Dabi smirked as he started to move his fingers slightly deeper, moving around, looking for that spot that would make his Birdy see stars.

“Fuck Dabi!” Hawks clenched around his fingers as he moaned loudly.

There it is.

Dabi let out a chuckle as he slipped a third finger into Hawks, loving how the ex-hero had begun rocking back onto his fingers. He kept working him open, making a conscious effort to only brush against his prostate once and a while, as to not end their fun too early, it was the birds first time after all. Hawks moans grew louder as Dabi continued to fuck into him with his fingers, his lips attacking any blank patches of skin across the birds chest, covering him in hickies. They would definitely have some questions to answer from the rest of the league tomorrow but neither of them could care at this moment.

“Dabi, fuck me please, I can’t take it anymore” Hawks whined out, his hand gripping against his partners scarred shoulders.

“Well how could I say no to that pretty voice baby?” Dabi purred out, but his mind was anything but calm. He didn’t realize how much of an effect Hawks voice had on him, he was shocked he didn’t cum right on the spot from hearing him beg, he was even more shocked he had just called Hawks baby. But no time to unpack that right now, right now all he needed was to get inside the stupidly sexy bird hero strewn in front of him. He quickly poured some more of the lube onto his hand, stroking his neglected cock a few times. He locked eyes with Hawks, the ex-hero was breathing heavily, his eyes watching Dabi hungrily, his whole face and neck bright red, besides the patches of hickies that were already starting to turn purple. Every breath seemed to send a quiver through each and every one of the feathers that sprouted from his back.

“Deep breath for me Birdy” Dabi pushed Hawks thighs apart as he lined himself up between his legs and slowly began to push inside.

“Holy shit”

“You okay? Need me to stop?”

“Stop and I’ll rip your dick off”

Dabi let out a laugh that quickly tapered into a groan as he bottomed out inside Hawks. He paused for a moment, his thumbs rubbing circles in Hawks hips, in an attempt to give the bird a moment to adjust. Hawks quickly let out a frustrated chirp and began to rock himself back against Dabis cock.

“No fucking patience” Dabi smirked as he slowly started to thrust into Hawks, not wanting to be too rough and hurt the poor bird. He dragged his nails up and down Hawks chest and shoulders, worshiping his toned body and the way his feathers quivered every time he brushed them with his fingers. But it wasn’t enough for Hawks, he wanted more. Don’t get him wrong, he was very thankful that Dabi was being so gentle and patient, but he didn’t want gentle, he wanted Dabi to make sure he never forgot this feeling. He wanted Dabi to make him scream. He rocked his hips impatiently back into Dabi’s thrusts, willing him to speed up.

“More Dabi, please” Hawks pleaded again, in that begging voice that Dabi couldn’t resist.

“Your fucking insatiable” Dabi chuckled darkly.

“Here I am, trying to be a gentleman” He slowly pulled out, until only the tip was still in.

“Be nice and gentle for your first time, but I think you just want me to fuck you into this mattress… isn’t that right Birdbrain” Dabi quickly slammed back into Hawks, yanking his thighs to bring them flush against each other. Hawks let out a choked moan, nodding eagerly as Dabi set a brutal pace, using Hawks hips and thighs to yank him back to meet his thrusts. Moans began spilling out of Hawks mouth completely unashamed, his hands gripping into the sheets for any kind of support as his body shook with each of Dabi’s thrusts. Dabi reached up and grabbed Hawks face, yanking him into a searing kiss, his tongue exploring every inch of the whimpering bird's mouth.

“Fuck me your tight” Dabi growled against Hawks lips.

“Your jus -fuck- just big” Hawks choked out between his moans, eliciting another laugh from Dabi. He gritted his teeth, still slamming his hips roughly into his whimpering Birdy. Dabi really didn’t want to cum first but fuck did Hawks feel fucking incredible.

“Hey Birdy, roll over for me okay, wanna try something” Dabi said, pulling out and helping Hawks roll onto his stomach, his wings splaying out into the air after being cooped up against the bed for so long. Dabi slowly pushed himself deep back into the ex–hero, Hawks letting out a satisfied coo as he felt himself be filled again, this position making it feel even deeper. Even more intense. Hawks lifted his hips up, leaning forward on his knees, arms folded on the bed, his head resting against them. His ass on full display.

“Fuck Birdy, you’re gonna be the death of me” Dabi growled out as he returned to the brutal pace he had started before. Hawks kept up his chorus of moans, whimpers and chirps as he felt Dabis cock hit his prostate head on, this position making it even harder for him to keep it together.

“Dabi” He stammered through his whimpering tears “Not gonna last”.

“Gonna cum for me Songbird? Need to feel you clench around me, come on baby” Dabi cooed, one of his hands snaking down to Hawks dripping neglected cock, stroking it roughly in time with his thrusts, while his other hand grabbed the base of his wings roughly, his fingers curling and tugging on the sensitive feathers.

“Agh- Fuck Dabi!” Hawks let out a litany of loud moans and whines as his back arched into Dabi’s touch, his climax hitting him at full force, painting his stomach and the mattress with his cum.

“That's it Songbird, just a little more, you're squeezing me so tight… shit” Dabi gasped out between gritted teeth as he felt Hawks climax rack his body. Both his hands shot to the base of Hawks large wings, gripping them tightly as he hit his limit. He collapsed forward against Hawks back and wings as he came, filling Hawks as deep as he could. Hawks mewling and chirping from the overstimulation.

They laid there, both desperately trying to catch their breath. Dabi using the last of his energy to pull out, earning him a quiet whine from Hawks, and flop to the side of his sweet, exhausted bird (being careful not to crush his wings).

“C’mere birdy” Dabi mumbled, yanking the tired bird onto his chest, allowing him to nuzzle into the crook of his scarred neck, a hand gently running over his sides and the tips of his wings. The large wings had curled around the two of them, covering them both in a soft red canopy.

“You good?” Dabi asked, turning his head to press a kiss onto the side of Hawks head.

“Mhm, so good” Hawks sighed, his words muffled by Dabis' shoulder. Dabi lets out a relieved breath he didn't realize he was holding and wraps both his arms around Hawks waist tightly, kissing the top of his head.

“You know, we still have to cut your hair, Songbird” Dabi mused, resting his head against Hawks’.

“Can do it tomorrow, don’t wanna move” Hawks whined.

“I have a feeling we’ll be a little busy tomorrow” Dabi smirked.

“Why? I didn't think we had a mission” Hawks asked, suddenly much more conscious.

“We don't, but Birdy, you just moaned on my dick loud enough that I'll be shocked if anyone didn’t hear it. We’re gonna have some questions to answer” Dabi laughed, rubbing Hawks back as he saw his neck and ears turn red.

“Shit…” Hawks let out a groan. He had forgotten about that… tomorrow was going to be a long day. Dabi let out a laugh, hugging Hawks tightly to his body.

“A problem for tomorrow Birdy, get some rest for now” Dabi sighed, pulling the blanket over the two of them and relaxing back into the mattress, clutching his Birdy closely to his chest. He finally had him, he wasn't going to let him go any time soon.

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candycandy00 · 1 year

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If you’re accepting requests, shiggy with a shy reader? How compatible would he be with one one shy? I know some people think he needs someone who isn’t shy to challenge him but it depends on the fic I think!

Note: I received two requests for Shigaraki with a shy reader, so I'm thinking they came from the same person. If not, they're so similar that I've just combined them into one. Hope that's okay! I also turned this into a holiday fic, considering the time of year I'm writing this.

Smut. 18+.

“A Christmas present for Tomura-kun?” Toga asks, sitting across from you in the kitchen of the Mountain Villa. She thinks for a moment, then says, “What about a new hoodie? The one he’s wearing is kinda gross.”

“Get him a new game,” Spinner says, standing near the stove, one burner on, seeming to enjoy the heat. “I can give you a list of ones he might like.”

“Get him some new red shoes!” Twice offers. “He goes through those really fast!”

Mr. Compress sighs and shakes his head as if these are all bad ideas. He gently pats your shoulder and says, “If you really want to give him something special, why not give yourself?”

You blink in confusion. “Myself?”

He nods, his smile visible through the hole in the black mask he wears under the white one. “Get a giant box, put a big red bow on your head, and jump out of the box on Christmas day.”

You hear a derisive snort of laugher and turn to look at the doorway, where Dabi is standing with his arms crossed. “Everything has to be a production with you, huh?”

Mr. Compress frowns at him. “Well, what’s your idea?”

Dabi shrugs. “Just be waiting in his room naked. No props needed.”

You blush crimson and look at the floor. “I-I could never..”

“Aw, don’t tease her too much, Dabi-kun,” Toga says, though her eyes are shining with mischief as she watches you squirm and fidget, “you know how shy she is!”

“I was asked for my idea, I gave it. I still think it’s better than any of yours.”

Soon after, Shigaraki walks into the kitchen to get a snack, and the conversation is hastily hushed up. The others make excuses to leave the room, and suddenly you’re alone with him. You’re not exactly sure what to call your relationship with him. You like him, he told you he likes you, and you spend time together when you can, playing video games or just watching tv. He’s even kissed you a few times. But you’ve never gone any further than that.

You’ve always been extremely shy, to the point that you had trouble even looking at the other members of the League at first. Over time, you reached the point that you could talk to them, but you’re still uncomfortable if you’re alone with any of them besides Shigaraki, and sometimes even with him. You’re quiet by nature, but so is he, so sometimes awkward silences last way too long. He doesn’t seem bothered by them though. Meanwhile you get nervous, fidget, and try desperately to think of something to say.

With Christmas rapidly approaching, you want to give Shigaraki a gift, but you’re stumped as to what that gift should be. That’s why you asked the rest of the League. The ideas they had were fine (well, most of them), but things like hoodies and shoes and even video games are a little too impersonal for you. In all honesty, you’d really like to give a gift that’s romantic in nature.

You’ve been wanting to take your relationship with Shigaraki further, but you’re way too shy to actually say something or, heaven forbid, make a move on him. You’ve been hoping he would make a move on you, but so far he’s seemingly been content with kisses and occasionally falling asleep on the couch with your heads leaning on each other. You’ve even started wondering if he even wants anything more from you. What if he just doesn’t find you that attractive? What if he has a low sex drive? What if he has NO sex drive? Wondering about it is killing you. Maybe Mr. Compress had the right idea. Maybe you should just throw caution to the wind and make a dramatic gesture. At least then you’d know where you stand.

Yes, that’s what you’ll do. On Christmas, you’ll know for sure how Shigaraki feels, for better or worse.

You decide on a combination of the ideas given to you by Mr. Compress and Dabi. Too many props and a big production would just make things more confusing. So you order exactly one item online: A giant red silk ribbon with a tag attached. One designed to tie around your body, covering only the most important parts, and end in a big bow at your chest. The tag attached reads: “Open me! I’m yours!”

When it arrives, you lock your door and try it on. It takes a few tries to get the bow just right, but when you’re finished, you stand in front of your mirror and look at the result. It shows so much! The thought of Shigaraki seeing you like this makes you blush like crazy. But the longer you wear the ribbon, the more you notice that the silky red fabric between your legs makes you feel sexy, maybe even a little confident.

On Christmas day, you tell Shigaraki to meet you in your room so you can give him his present. You tie on the ribbon, fix the tag just right, and then pull a long coat on to cover it all up. The minutes before Shigaraki arrives are misery, as you grow more and more nervous, at one point even deciding to back out of this whole thing. But no, you have to go through with it. You have to know where your relationship is going, where it stands.

When he does walk into the room, your heart begins racing immediately. Your face is red, you just know it. But you’ve come this far, you might as well follow through. Once he’s inside and has shut the door behind him, you tell him to close his eyes. He shrugs and does as told. You take a deep breath, gather your courage, and slip the coat off, tossing it onto the floor. Just standing here in the room with him, with his eyes closed, is giving you goosebumps. You hold your head high and say, “Alright, you can open your eyes now.”

Shigaraki opens his eyes, and they immediately go wide as he takes in the sight of you, standing there nearly naked, He’s speechless, not saying a word as his red eyes travel up and down your body. He doesn’t move an inch, doesn’t step toward you, doesn’t reach out to open his “present”. He just stares. The seconds tick by as you stand there, heart pounding, waiting for him to react.

But nothing happens.

When you can’t take the shame anymore, you turn around, grab a blanket from your bed, and wrap yourself up in it, coving your stupid attempt to be romantic. Then, at a loss for what to do or where to go, you run into your closet and shut the door.

How could you be so stupid? How could you humiliate yourself like that? Of course he didn’t want such a disgusting gift! Tears fill your eyes and stream down your face as you huddle in the closet, praying he’ll just leave so you can cry in peace.

Instead, the closet door opens. Shigaraki is standing there, looking extremely confused. “What are you doing?” he asks.

When you try to speak, your voice breaks. “Please j-just leave me alone!”

“I don’t get it. I thought you were giving yourself to me as a gift for Christmas. Now you’re telling me to leave?”

You turn away from him. “It’s obvious you didn’t like the idea! You didn’t try to open me at all! You must think I’m hideous!”

There’s genuine confusion in Shigaraki’s voice when he says, “What are you talking about? I was surprised, and I just wanted to enjoy the view for a minute.”

You slowly raise up and step out of the closet. “So… you don’t think I’m hideous?”

He grins. “I better take another look, just to be sure.”

You let him reach up and slide the blanket off your shoulders, where it pools on the floor around your feet. He stares at you again, but this time you can see a faint blush on his face. You see him read the tag, and then touch the end of the ribbon, holding it with his thumb and one finger. His eyes shift to your face, which has gone red again. You’re so nervous you can barely breathe. He gives the ribbon a light tug, and the entire thing comes loose, falling off your body and leaving your completely bare.

He stares again, his eyes seeming to linger on your breasts, and you fight the urge to run back into the closet. No one besides your doctor has seen you naked since you were being bathed by your mother. But Shigaraki reaches out and runs two fingers along your neck, down your shoulder, over your collar bone, between your breasts. You can hear his breaths coming shorter and quicker as his thumb brushes over one hard nipple, making you hiss in surprise.

“If you’re my present, does that mean I can do anything I want to you?” he asks, a small grin on his face.

You nod as he begins exploring with the fingers on his other hand. “Yes,” you breathe out.

He leads you over to your bed and gently pushes you onto it, then pulls off his hoodie and the shirt beneath it, exposing his toned abdomen and chest. You can’t help staring at him, and you understand now how he must have felt when you first took off the coat. It’s mesmerizing, seeing someone you love naked for the first time.

Shigaraki unbuttons his pants as he climbs onto the bed. He reaches down between your legs and uses two fingers to explore inside you, then gently strokes your clit. You gasp and open your legs even further as he smears your own wetness all over your entrance.

He uses one hand to pull his already hard cock out of his open pants and says, “I can’t wait anymore,” in a desperate voice. You look in him the eyes, watching his cloud with desire, and you nod your head. The next moment, you feel him slowly but firmly pressing himself into you. It hurts, like you expected, but Shigaraki is surprisingly gentle, taking it slow, gradually stretching you open around him until he’s all the way in. For a moment, he doesn’t move, then he slowly pulls back out before shoving back in again.

The thrusts are slow at first, but he picks up speed until he hits a nice rhythm. Beneath him, you’re writhing on the bed, feeling his skin against yours, smelling his cologne, listening to the way his breaths hitch in his throat. You want more of this. You want more of him. You lift your head up and kiss his lips, tasting him as he moves in and out of you, one of his hands carefully groping your breast.

With all your senses on fire with lust, a burst of pleasure runs over you, and you reflexively clench yourself around him as you climax. Shigaraki groans and then cums inside you, his free hand suddenly gripping your hip with thumb and three fingers as his hair falls over his face. Afterwards, he breathes heavily for a few moments and then leans over onto his side and pulls you close.

“Sorry, I didn’t have a condom and I forgot to pull out,” he says, his voice sounding tired.

“It’s okay,” you tell him, “I said you could do anything you want to me. I’m your present, after all.”

There’s a hint of a smile on his lips as he closes his eyes. “Merry Christmas,” he says drowsily, leaning his head over onto your pillow, his face just inches from yours.

You plant a small kiss on his cheek and say, “Merry Christmas, Tomura.”

#Shigaraki x Reader #Shigaraki x You #Shigaraki Tomura #Shigaraki #Shigaraki Smut #Shigaraki Fanfiction #BNHA Fanfiction

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misstodorokifreelance · 1 year

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BNHA Hybrid Head-canons

Boku No Hybrid Academia anyone???

I have head-canons for my three main boys (Todoroki, Bakugou and Midoriya...in that order of personal preference. Hehe.) but I also have head-canons for Kaminari and Kirishima. If you would like me to do a part 2 please let me know!! I don’t do the villains or teachers though, maybe Dabi is an exception. It's been a while since I was on Tumblr but I'm back and will mostly likely be around weekly so don't forget to check in. Now, when it gets to the Rut section it’ll be very smutty and suggestive, so an NSFW warning goes out. TW: general smut, oral, breeding kink, mommy kink, praise kink, a lil non-con.

First things first though, here are some Hybrid AU head-canons for the world!

✨ Hybrids appeared in the world in much the same way Quirks did. Now most of the population is partially human and partially animal, and they classify themselves as half way between. For example; A Human-Cat Hybrid would be classified as Homo Felis, where as a Human-Fox Hybrid would be classified as Homo Vulpes. ✨ Hybrid students are encouraged to act as human as possible, so on weekends or holidays they often just relax and use their animal instincts. ✨ Some Hybrids gain extra abilities due to the species they are, such as better vision, extremely agility or even camouflage. ✨ Sadly a lot of the ‘full-blooded’ humans look down on Hybrids, and often try to pick out ‘pure’ bloodlines to ensure the species. However with how prevalent Hybrids are they the world as become fairly forgiving and accommodating towards them, and they just want to be understood by the humans.

✨ UA has had to build the dorms more like miniature apartments, and the students are encouraged (or more often that not just can’t be ousted from the property) during the holidays, when most Ruts start picking up. It’s fairly common for the students to group up and have quick flings to help each other out, but when two students are in a relationship it’s mutually agreed that they’re out of bounds for everyone else. No matter how desperate.

Now onto the boyos!

KATSUKI BAKUGOU

🔸 Hybrid: Cat

General Head-canons:

🔸 Katsuki would start out very aggressive, often getting into fights or chasing after the other Hybrids he saw as ‘prey’ such as Midoriya, however he never intends to eat them, just make himself to top cat in the dorms. 🔸 His collar has a chain attached, because the teachers rightfully think he’s quick to anger and potentially violent. Katsuki would throw massive furious tantrums about it and tear the collars to bits, until you and Kirishima finally bought him a spiky red leather collar, which is only one he will ever wear.

🔸 Katsuki loudly proclaims not to care, but when it comes to you he’s always listening. What food do you like? What colour clothes do you like to wear? Is there a new book or game you want? He’ll buy it for you, and proudly present it to you only in private. As soon as you show any thanks he’ll throw it off and hiss and make a scene, but you know he’s blushing internally.

🔸 He sneaks onto your balcony at night, and uses his long claws to deftly pick the lock so he can sneak it and do some tidying and generally neaten your place up. He absolutely denies it, but he adores it when he sees how grateful and surprised you are. After the first you times, you took to leaving your balcony door unlocked for him. 🔸 He is so FLUFFY! Like Persian cat fluffy. Most of him looks human, but he has the softest blonde ears and tail, and the slightest fuzzy patches along the back of his hands, forearms and on his chest. He’s very proud of it, and grooms himself sometimes three times a day. He’s not the biggest fan of showers though, unless you’re in it with him, but then he’s too busy staring at you. 🔸 Seriously though, when it comes to towel drying he fluffs up like a cloud, and it’s so adorable like OH. MY. GOSH! 💕😘😊 He pouts though. A lot. He’d much rather use his tongue but he hates getting fur in his mouth. You though...you could use your tongue. Pretty please?? 🔸 When it’s just the two of you, he’s a lot sweeter. He loves cooking for you, but it’ll always be spicy. He adores spicy food, or sparring with his best friend Kiri right in front of you to prove that he’s the strongest. As soon as it’s over though he’ll tackle you onto the couch and either curl up in your lap, contently prideful, or sulkily flicking his tail and internally begging for his ears to be rubbed. 🔸 He loves cuddling you, but he demands to be the big spoon, or to flop on top of you with his face resting on your chest, or in your stomach. He purrs really loud, and it’s reserved ONLY for you. 🔸 Katsuki is possessive AF. He hates smelling any other Hybrids on you, and will immediately throw you onto the bed and make sure it’s only his scent that’s on you. He’ll literally stand in the hallways and hiss at any other guys that brush past you accidentally, or on purpose. He knows you’re gorgeous, and he wants everyone else to be jealous of him. 🔸 Katsuki is a consent king. He would hate to hurt you at all, but he would absolutely play up the rough predator prey dynamic even when he just wants cuddles.

🔸 Some of Kitty Katsuki’s favourite things; Spicy food, knitted blankets, the red spiked collar, watching cooking shows, balls of yarn (only black or red though, he’s picky).

Spicy Head-canons 🌶🌶🌶:

🔸 Katsuki gets super irritable to everyone other than you when he’s in a Rut. Part of him hates feeling so pent up and needy, but part of him also likes it, and it never ceases to surprise you when he actually says ‘please’. 🔸 Whilst he doesn’t really have a breeding kink, he simply HAS to claim every part of your body, cover you in his scent and make sure after all is said and done everyone sees the bite marks and sheepish blush on your face.

🔸 He gets restless too, the longer it goes on. For the first few days he’ll hide it, merely getting snappy at people, but his hands and eyes will wander, and he’ll be lowly growling in your ears trying his best to sound casual. He’ll shiver whenever you’re near him though, and he’ll quickly disappear to the bathroom for a decent length of time until finally he can’t control himself anymore. He NEEDS to be in you, to feel you, to claim you as his. He’s aching, his body is dripping with the desperate desire to be in you and he’s almost incoherent as he half begs half demands that you take your clothes off before he does it for you. 🔸 He’s loud, and he gets even more turned on when in a Rut if you are as well. Scream his name because it gets him near feverish in the moment. He doesn’t care if he fills you or not, anywhere is good enough. Across your chest and he may just lap it up himself before making out with you. 🔸 One lengthy round is enough for one Rut, but it’s gotta be hours worth to truly satisfy him. Afterwards he’ll bundle you up in his arms and tell you how good you were, and that you’re his Princess. Trust me though you’ll need the aftercare he’s ready to shower you with, you’ll be sore all over.

IZUKU MIDORIYA

🔹 Hybrid: Bunny

General Head-canons:

🔹 When you first meet Deku, he’s extremely skittish, often thumping his foot loudly and dashing away whenever anyone got too close or too loud. However once he’s made a couple friends, most of his foot thumps are when he’s excited or geeking out over something. 🔹 He has a soft spot for tinier Hybrids, but his reaction to bigger tougher species is very different depending on A- his mood, and B- personality type. Especially for taller, louder females, he has the level of relationship verging on mommy issues. He’s way more competitive with the other guys though, standing a little out of place being the long eared bunny boy amongst the predator Hybrids. 🔹 His ears are almost too long for him, flopping over adorably whenever he tilts his head. It’s enough to make anyone squeal over him. He’s so heckin cute! 🔹 He rambles a lot, and doesn’t mind if you zone out he just wants to express his excitement about whatever he’s learned today. He especially likes it if he’s curled up under a soft blanket with you. 🔹 Bunny Deku likes things tidy. He loves going around organising things or just cleaning up a room, and he’ll thump his feet happily when you praise him before dashing in for a cuddle. He’s strong though, and loves proving it by lifting you up off the floor and spinning you in a circle. 🔹 He loves the rain, prefers it to showers, but loves bubble baths. He’ll often watch a documentary or listen to music, humming along to the songs. If you pop in to see how he’s going he’ll disappear into the bubbles, blushing furiously, but he actually really likes it when you come to check on him because it makes him feel loved and cared about. He’ll do the same to you as well, waking up once or twice in the night to make sure you’re okay, or popping into a room if you’ve been there a long time. Just to grace you with his bright wide eyed smile and ask if he can do anything to help.

🔹 He does get a little self conscious about the fuzzy patch of light fur along his arms and legs, but he’s super proud of his delightfully poofy cotton tail. When you tell him he’s handsome he’ll do a happy dance and shower you with kisses and little nose rubs. (I’m dying of cuteness imagining it! 💕😘)

🔹 Deku loves parading you to and from bed when you’ll allow him to, likes you feeling his sturdy pecs through his shirt. He works hard to keep his body fit, and will go for jogs at dawn or dusk depending on whether or not you want a quiet night. 🔹 He’s a very attentive boyfriend, and with his bunny ears he’s always listening out to see what you need, or if anyone is talking smack about you, or is into you. If either of those happen he’s not a happy bun at all, and will call them out publicly. Everyone else in 1A think you’re a cute couple, and he’s super happy whenever he hears that. 🔹 He’s a mama’s boy, and she loves you too. Honestly all she wants is to not have a hundred grandkids, praying that your genes outweigh his bunny ones. You’ve heard her say so many a time, and Deku blushes bright red whenever she does. 🔹 Some of Bunny Deku’s favourite things; being outside, watching cartoons, All Might (the famous bunny hero himself!), bubble baths. Spicy Head-canons 🌶🌶🌶:

🔹 Deku doesn’t at all like being in a Rut. He knows he has a terribly strong breeding kink, he can’t help but imagine you with a belly full of kits, and it gets him all riled up and whiny. He’ll lock himself in his room and even sometimes have Katsuki on watch to make sure he doesn’t make a dash for you in public. 🔹 He’s almost desperate when he finally gets to be in you, quick and breathless and begging for more. He needs it, because his body aches to know end and his little bunny brain is screaming for him to fill you up and keep you like that to ensure he gets to see that cute round belly full of baby bunnies. It’s why he gets so embarrassed whenever his mother will tease him. Don’t be surprised that he’ll need a few rounds to calm him down to the point of even being logical. Lucky Kacchan’s there to knock some sense into him, sometimes literally. 🔹 From day one there’s a massive shift. The usually cheerful Deku is near tearful with desperation, and he needs all of your attention, needs to be touching you all the time. Sometimes it scares him, and he hates feeling like he’s forcing himself on you even when you comfort him and tell him it’s okay, and he tries to stay as sleepy as possible so it’s all cuddles and he doesn’t have to feel his body betray him, constantly dripping, as desperately horny as his brain. 🔹 He really likes suckling though, whether or not he’s in a Rut. He just loves running his tongue over your nipples, it’s comforting to him. 🔹 He also switches from having major mommy issues to being dominant and needing to take charge. When he’s dominant he needs to nip and bite at your shoulders, he has to hear you tell him that you’re his and nobody else’s. When he’s submissive he’ll whine out for you to touch him, to milk him dry as many rounds as he can until he’s exhausted. It’s the worst in spring, and that’s when Shoto, Iida or Kacchan are basically on watch 24/7 for the first few days. Don’t worry too much about him though, he’s not shy about resorting to using pictures of you, or his imagination and the torn apart pillows that you both annually end up having to replace.

SHOTO TODOROKI

🔸 Hybrid: Exotic Cat (think Bengal cat)

General Head-canons:

🔸 Shoto’s father was one of those ‘elitist’ humans who went looking for a woman with a pure bloodline. Shoto still finds satisfaction in the fact that his maternal grandmother was a Cat Hybrid, and the gene resurfaced with all the Todoroki sons, with only Fuyumi as the only girl missing out. He’s even more happy that he isn’t anything rare like a Snow Leopard, even if he resembles a more expensive feline breed. He looks mostly human though, apart from the tail and ears and longer claws than some of his friends. His eyes are human though, without the slit pupils. 🔸 He lives full time at UA, tired of the way his father pushes Fuyumi to treat him and his brother like pets not siblings. Maybe that’s why Touya left, Shoto isn’t sure. He’ll visit his mom though, a lot, because he’s inexperienced in love, as well as the ways of a Cat Hybrid, and wants to be the best boyfriend he can be.

🔸 Most of the time he’s quiet, regal, and keeps to himself, but Shoto is very, VERY protective of you. If he’s not right by your side, he’s within visual distance of you whenever you’ll allow it. He will downright hiss at anyone trying to mess with his perfect baby.

🔸 He’s super smart, but a little clueless at certain things, so Midoriya or more often than not, Kaminari, will explain stuff to him. He has this natural ability to pick up things very quickly, and this surprised everyone including himself. He just sorta picks it up and its phenomenal. 🔸 Shoto downright adores getting to curl up with you, tail around your waist, whispering praise and sweet nothings into your ears. His kisses are just as sweet, a quick peck followed by an adorable blep and quick lip across the same place he just kissed. He likes scenting you casually within view of his friends, he gets a kick out of it. 🔸 He has a cheeky streak, and will steal items of your clothing to keep with him so your scent is always nearby. He’ll hold your hand in public, and rather aloofly ignore other women. He likes his classmates though, and will do his best to help them study so long as you’re there to look at. You’re so beautiful, he just wants to admire you.

🔸 Shoto prefers any more intimate behaviours to happen in private, even just making out. He’ll always make the first move, and ask in a velvet voice that’s impossible to resist. He has pet names galore for you, but has definite favourites; Baby, Love, Snowflake, Sweetheart, just to name a few. When you do make the first move on rare occasions, it stuns him, and then he’ll blush madly and hide his beaming face. 🔸 Enjoys playing up the predator prey dynamic when it comes to intimacy, but is fairly laid back and romantic with it.

🔸 Doesn’t know how to cook many things, but loves soba. If you make it for him he’ll follow you around for hours, purring and wanting to touch and hold you in thanks. He also loves sharing baths, he thinks you look cute covered in bubbles or when he can wash your hair in the shower for you.

🔸 Some of Kitty Shoto’s favourite things; soba, late night cuddling, sharing food or experiences with you, a small All Might plush that you found hidden under his pillow.

Spicy Head-canons 🌶🌶🌶:

🔸 Shoto can feel himself entering a rut, and his brain switches fully into prowling predator mode. He’s aching inside, but he wants to hide it, make it game and truly earn it when you catches you. The heart pumping chases throughout the dorms is enough to have any of the other feline classmates hiding themselves away, they know well enough to leave Shoto to the hunt. 🔸 He’ll be half growling half purring when he finally gets to you, his eyes hungry but too polite to tear you to shreds before you’re ready for him. He’ll beg for you to let him inside, let him claim you, let him do whatever it he needs to in order to quell the burning inside him.

🔸 He’s loud as well, half yowling one of your name nickname as he thrusts as deep as his considering length can get inside you. As a Todoroki, of course he has a breeding kink, but he also has enough self control to switch things up to prevent him filling you if that isn’t what you’re feeling that day. He loves it though, loves watching your face, loves seeing you filled up. It’s the edge of heaven for him, and he isn’t shy to let you know that. 🔸 A couple rounds is all he needs, then he’s good, but almost every day of his Rut you’ll see the burning in his eyes, his hungry desire. Everyone else can see it too, but they don’t bring it up because he’d get incredibly sheepish. He can control himself enough to not be a dripping mess, but it takes a lot of composure and sometimes he’ll be a man of even fewer words during the day. 🔸 He prefers intimacy at night or in the evening, and sometimes in the shower if you let him. Otherwise he’ll just be a loving, purring heap of red and white sleek fur in your bed, ready to shower you in expensive gifts for putting up with yet another Rut.

EIJIRO KIRISHIMA

🔹 Hybrid: Dog

General Head-canons:

🔹 Eijiro is the big energy brother to so many of the class. He’s enthusiastic, playful, a little ditzy, but protective and kind with bucket loads of advice and positive mental health to provide. 🔹 Though his ears and tail are black, he dyes his hair red because it reminds him of his favourite hybrid hero. He’s a little jealous he isn’t part shark, but he also loves being the bundle of love that he is, especially for you.

🔹 He may have a little motley crew of friends, but you are his everything, his world, his galaxy, his universe! If he can be helpful, just give him the instructions and then he’s off and running to do as good a job he can so you’ll praise him. He LOVES praise, he thrives off it, and gets a visible pep in his step when you call him a ‘Good Boy’ or especially a ‘Manly Pup’.

🔹 Whilst Eijiro likes reading, he’s not the most attentive in class. He’d rather run around outside, testing his metal against the other students, or go teach the younger Hybrids useful skills such as gardening or writing. If you recommend a book to him however, he’ll sit in a corner of a garden or park and read it for as long as you’ll let him before coming back to the dorms.

🔹 He has a MASSIVE appetite, but tries not to look greedy. Luckily you, Katsuki and the other people who cook in class know to make big portions, cause they’ll never be left overs with Eijiro around!

🔹 He prides himself on looking well kept for you, and beams if you wear his hoodies in public. He loves the look on other guys faces when they can smell his scent on you without him getting worked up and overstimulated, because by god does he get overstimulated.

🔹 Touch is something Eijiro dreams of, to have your body against him, or even just hold your hand. He has to hold himself back from licking you all over, but the tongue kisses are DIVINE with him. It’s a bit longer than normal, and a little wider, but it’s always a pleasant surprise when his excitedly voice trips into a bark and he pounces on you for a make out session.

🔹 He gets very hot and bothered when you’re flirty, his body instantly kicking into animal instinct mode. His brain will get fuzzy and all he can think of is him, in you, and then PUPPIES. Not even the round pregnancy belly, just the idea of him being a dad.

🔹 Some of Puppy Eijiro’s favourite things; gardens, good books, playing sports, praise.

Spicy Head-canons 🌶🌶🌶:

🔹 Like I mentioned, he gets very riled up from touch, but when he’s in a Rut it’s almost unbearable. He’ll be very whiny but not want to seem annoying, but his whole body is aching and dripping and every second he just wants to feel you.

🔹He loves both giving and receiving oral. He prides himself on his long tongue and the moans you make send him into overdrive and before you know it he’s inside you, desperate to fill every inch of you again and again because his animal brain demands he has puppies. He’ll feel bad and apologise after every Rut, but he knows deep down you love him no matter what. 🔹 Unsurprisingly he has a slight breeding kink, and also a praise kink. On the days he can’t see you he’ll disappear into the shower again and again, always in a change of clothes, telling himself he’s a good boy just so he feels praised.

🔹 He’ll steal your panties when in a Rut, basically anything that smells like you, half ashamed as he’s desperately trying to deal with the feelings. He’ll be an laundry duty for the next week, and you know why but you love him too much to say anything.

🔹 He likes to switch up positions between a handful of favourites. Doggy style is surprisingly second to when you ride him and he can fully lose himself, yipping and crying out your name until he’s got nothing left.

DENKI KAMINARI

🔸Hybrid: Tanuki (I’ve not seen this anywhere else, and I’m lowkey surprised!)

General Head-canons:

🔸 Denki is a little ditzy, full of energy, and well loved (well... tolerated) by most of his classmates. He’s cheeky, and a bit of a prankster, but also self confident and athletic. When you first met him he instantly tried to make a move by stealing your stuff until you came looking, then he came clean and bluntly said you were hot.

🔸 Denki lives to make you feel like a QUEEN. He’ll play imaginary trumpets when you enter a crowded room and always be at your beck and call. He loves telling you how beautiful you look or just praising the fact you exist.

🔸 He’s not shy about affection, but plays it up casually otherwise he gets very awkward, nervous laughter and everything. He’ll kiss your cheeks and nose in public whenever he can, then whisper a quick request for more cuddles later. 🔸 He loves cuddling up with you with popcorn and watching scary movies. Pulling you into his lap so he can protect you makes him blush with pride, and then blush as he often gets a little turned on if you accidentally nudge him. 🔸 Not overly horny or desperate outside of a Rut, Denki still enjoys his time with you, especially on special occasions, or any occasion. Did you pass a test? He’ll cuddle and kiss you for hours. Did you fail a test? Same deal, you tried your best! 🔸 He wears slightly baggy pants, because as you found out, Tanuki’s are generously endowed, and he doesn’t want anyone but you seeing. 🔸 If you point out a cute woman or man or person to him, Denki will happily look over and appreciate them with you. He’s not afraid to be honest about what he finds attractive, because then the two of you can adopt little style habits or ideas for roleplaying if you ever feel in the mood to do so.

🔸 He’s thought about being a dad before, but it doesn’t get him worked out. He just hopes one day he can dote on you even more while you’re pregnant and then help you raise a little life or two together. He also likes filming videos of the two of you dancing, Mina put him up to it cause she thinks its cute.

🔸 Some of Tanuki Denki’s favourite things; making fun dance videos, scary movies, innocent-ish pranks.

Spicy Head-canons 🌶🌶🌶: 🔸 Denki’s big, and he prides himself on it, but always takes care to be gentle at first. The eye flutters and moans you make are the perfect encouragement. You deserve this love, and he’s gonna make you feel so so good! 🔸 He loves switching whose the dom and sub, and especially loves it when he can suckle you. Something about it makes him giddy with excitement, and gets him really really turned on at the same time. 🔸 When he’s in a Rut he gets a massive spike in nervous energy, and is itching to touch you, or even just see you undressed. He doesn’t care if he has to get on his knees and beg, or if you simply strip down and watch him. He just really really wants to get the aching out of his body.

🔸 His hands wander, definitely, even in public if he’s in a Rut. He’ll either find an excuse to disappear into the dorms or get back there just so he can spent the next few hours fucking your brains out, or getting sucked off. Either works for Denki he’s just eager to be physical with you.

🔸 He especially likes when all the messy, wild fun is over, that you’re covered in his seed and he can then treat you to a warm bath or shower and then massage you lovingly all over. He loves getting massages as well, and says it’s the perfect way to destress and unwind to help him get through a Rut quicker.

🔸 Denki really does seem to have a kink for finishing all over you, collar bone, chest, stomach, back...he likes it, and more often than not it’ll lead to another few rounds. He’ll have that shower ready in a flash though, don’t you worry!

There we go! If you want to see some more UA students (mostly 1A please), then let me know and I’ll write up a part two. I already have some ideas for Jirou and Yaoyorozu. Hope you enjoyed my return to Tumblr. I have a QUOTEV account too where I’m writing a Todoroki x OC fanfiction. Check out Freelance if you are into that sorta thing.

-Till next time!

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