#the whole song has such DABI energy

[vampyrsutton]

SSD Day 5~Ghost~Body Jacking/Ectoplasm

Summary:

Dabi's quirk finally got the better of him, but that doesn't mean Hawks is free of him.

Ao3 Tags:

Ghost, Possession, Consensual Possession, Ghost Sex, Ectoplasm, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Masturbation, Forced Masturbation, But Consensual, Angst, Ghost Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Dabi | Todoroki Touya is Bad at Feelings, Outdoor Sex, Roof Sex, Aftercare, Banter, Multiple Orgasms, Edgeplay, Ectoplasm as Lube

“I'm getting hickeys from my bed bugs ,” Hawks hums along to a song he had put on his phone to get ready and annoy the hell out of his accidental roommate for putting hickeys on his neck that he now has to cover with makeup. “I'm getting busy with a bad perfume~ ”

“Hawks.” A distant voice warns in annoyance.

“I'm sticking kisses to a pen drug. ” He has to snicker at that one given the smell of drugs that would follow the villain in life when the pain from his scars got too bad. Gold meets glaring turquoise in the mirror as the other fights to materialize and he smirks. “I'm making friction with a sad vacuum~ ”

“Oh, fuck you!” The eyes roll, going invisible again for a moment before refocusing. “You didn’t seem to have any complaints the other night.”

“No notes here.” Hawks agrees with a laugh, eyes focusing back on his neck in the mirror to once again wonder how the hell someone without a physical form manages to leave such dark marks. 

“The only time I ever see him, ” Hawks lifts his eyes to look at the see-through form of one of Japan’s former most wanted. “Is when he's behind me in the mirror~”

“Even from a distance, I can hear him. ” Dabi joins in with a sigh that he can no longer provide air for before smirking a little. “Try to listen, but his whispers make my ears hurt. ” 

“Hey!” Hawks laughs, batting at him and pouting when his hand just passes through the snickering ghost. “Don’t join in just to insult me!”

“Fine.” Dabi rolls his eyes. “I’ll pull the trigger with my eyes closed. Hoping to hit you somewhere vital. ”

“And when I miss, you come and kiss me with a smile. ” Hawks grins, accepting the brush of cold air against his lips. 

"Not like you can see it, though." The ghost sighs in defeat, floating back so Hawks can continue getting ready.

"I can feel it." Hawks tries, hoping it's reassuring enough as he continues trying to color match enough for the costume's collar to cover it. "Seriously, how do you even do this?"

A snicker floats through the air and Hawks sighs as he loses another lightbulb before there's a bite to the back of his neck that makes him whine.

"Dabi! You're lucky my collar is high!" Hawks squawks, trying to shoo him away. "Are you why my phone is always dead?"

"I keep telling you to buy power packs." Dabi materializes enough for Hawks to see his shrug before he becomes floating eyes once more.

"Just gonna buy your ass a whole generator." The hero grumbles, spraying the setting spray before picking up the ear cuff that had managed to survive incineration. "Wanna come with today?" He had gotten the shell of his ear pierced as soon as he realized Dabi was attached to it so he wouldn't have to be stuck in the house.

Something shines in those floating eyes and Hawks suddenly feels like he's in danger. "Any other heroes overlap your route today?"

"Uh, I think Rock Lock briefly before lunch, but otherwise I'm on my own." The hero answers as he gets the earring in, cursing when he accidentally stabs next to the hole before getting it in place. "Why?"

"Hmm, then yeah, bring me along. I wanna try something if you're up for it?" Dabi shrugs, eyes vanishing before Hawks' ear feels cold.

"That is gonna suck in the winter." Hawks winces but looks at the earring curiously. "What are you planning?"

"Remember when you first picked up my earring and I freaked out and accidentally possessed you?" Dabi hums, nothing more than a whisper in Hawks' ear.

"And you disappeared for a week and knocked me out for three days because of the energy it and your rage and fear sapped from both of us? How could I forget? Thinking of an excuse had been hell." Hawks snorts, throwing his coat on as he opens his balcony.

"I want to try on purpose this time, but sexy," Dabi whispers from where he's condensed himself into the ear cuff.

"Won't that exhaust you?" Hawks asks in worry as he flies to his agency.

"Was thinking the top of your agency or somewhere else with a generator so I can sap the energy."

"That's why you wanted to make sure my route was clear." Hawks realizes.

"Didn't want any of the heroes to see what your pretty face looks like falling apart by your own hand." Dabi chuckles lowly, the sound still able to make Hawks shiver despite sounding so far away.

"Not to mention how I'd be labeled a pervert since I can't exactly tell them I let a dead villain possess my body for kinky rooftop sex." Hawks mutters, diving under a telephone wire to show off for some camera phones.

"I think you'd still be considered a pervert if you did tell them." Dabi snickers, smirk obvious in his voice.

"Oh shush or I'll leave you on a roof to get yourself off." Hawks snips, glaring ahead of him since he can't glare at the earring.

"Can you at least drop me by the League? I want my shit back." Dabi chuckles, unphased by his threats.

"Just admit you want to see the others." Hawks snorts with a roll of his eyes.

"I'd rather die again, thanks." Comes the dry reply.

"I can take you, you know?" Hawks offers. "They miss you."

"Sure they do." 

"Twice feels horrible." 

There's silence after that and Hawks hopes that if he struck a nerve, it will at least be in the direction of seeing his family of misfits again. 

~~~

"Will you chill?" Hawks hisses as he lands on a roof, panting heavily as he steadies himself against the stairway. 

For the past several hours, any time he was near a powerline or a phone or anything that Dabi could use for energy, some invisible force that probably came with devilish turquoise eyes, would phase its hand through his pants to get him riled up and needy but unable to show it without a public scandal. He's already been edged three times and was pretty sure he was going to lose it if the villain did it again. He thinks he even felt a finger at his entrance at some point but had been too busy trying to keep a straight face as he talked to cameras.

He must be close enough to the generator because suddenly a force pushes him back against the stairwell wall before there's cold pressure on his mouth, swallowing his shocked moan somehow.

"Dabs…" Hawks gasps, head thumping back against the wall when a ghostly hand moves between his legs for him to grind against.

"I've been watching the surrounding area in my range," Dabi growls, face finally on display. "You should be free long enough for me to play with you a bit otherwise it looks like the tree guy is near enough to handle it without interrupting us."

"And trying to drive me nuts?" Hawks laughs, groaning when he sees an arch of electricity run through Dabi's see-through form before he feels something slick and slimy in his pants, being spread over and pushed into his hole. "Fuck~ What is that?"

"Gotta keep you on your toes, pretty bird." Dabi chuckles, pushing more of the weird goo into the hero's ass until he's sure there's enough to act as lube so he can open the bird up. "And that is ectoplasm. Been learning from some local haunts while you sleep."

"There are more ghosts by my house?" Hawks questions, whining when an invisible force starts thrusting in and out of him before another is quickly added.

Dabi snorts as he hooks his fingers to make Hawks chirp. "Of course, that's what you focus on. Not the fact you are being fucked through your clothes by ghost goo."

Somehow the fact that Dabi hadn't removed his pants before finger fucking him had completely escaped him and he flushes down beneath the collar of his shirt. "I hadn't even noticed. Fuck, that's hot." He gasps, whining when the fingers phase back out for a second before reforming all at once before the third finds its way inside, making some of the goo slide down his ass. "Da-Dabi~"

Dabi chuckles, tilting his head in amusement when the hero whimpers. "New plan, I'm going to fuck you through your stupid hero pants, and you're not allowed to cum until I possess you and make you. How does that sound, pretty bird?"

Hawks pupils turn to pinpricks. "Yes, fuck that sounds hot. Fuck yes." He chirps, nodding rapidly as he grinds back on the phantom stretch.

Dabi pulls back enough to guide him across the roof to the generator to make sure he has enough power to leech. "Take that stupid coat off and lay it over the platform so the concrete doesn't shred you." He orders as he tries to figure out willing his pants down since they were just kind of there now.

Eventually, he figured out how to make them phase out of existence and turned back to find his birdie waiting patiently bent over the concrete platform the generator rested on, waiting to take Dabi's cock.

"There's my baby bird." Dabi practically growls, willing his cock hard before phasing through the pants and making more ectoplasm ooze from the tip to smear more into the hero as he pushes inside. "Fuck, still so tight even if I can't feel it the same." 

He works himself in slowly, leaking ectoplasm as he goes and watching how Hawks' wings flutter and spasm anytime he hits a new spot. 

It's a shame the piercings are basically useless now.

Hawks’ moans are music to his ears as he splits the hero open on the ghostly remains of his cock and there's something equal parts terrifying and hot about being able to see through his cock and watch how he makes the hero gape around him.

"Fuck, Hawks." Dabi groans as he watches how the bird spasms around him. "I can see my cock stretching you out. We gotta do this in front of a mirror sometime, this is stupidly hot."

Hawks nods enthusiastically, moaning at how weird it feels to be split open on something he can barely feel but is still somehow stimulating where it needs to. "Yes, yeah, I'll get the power packs. I can only imagine how this looks."

Dabi gives a few shallow thrusts, wondering if he even can hurt the bird like this before shrugging and holding at the base of Hawks' wings and going fast and hard, groaning at a combination of the feeling and annoyance at how hard he has to concentrate to do this.

Luckily though, pleasant sensations seem to still come through fine, but it can also make them overwhelming when that's the only thing you can feel.

This unfortunately means it doesn't take all that long for Dabi to cum, but this time it at least isn't dry as he cums more ectoplasm into Hawks' ass.

He doesn't even feel tired yet since he's not alive and right next to the generator so it should be a little embarrassing that he gets overwhelmed this quickly now, but he's not really focusing on himself right now. Right now, all he wants to do is get inside the hero and see what he can do to him with his own body.

Hawks whines when he's suddenly empty before he’s gasping when Dabi starts taking control. All at once, it feels like he's been disconnected from his nervous system, but is still able to feel everything without anything listening to him. Like he's having an out-of-body experience, but still has the front-row view from his own eyes. 

Panic grips him like last time and Dabi has to give him back enough control to take multiple deep breaths to calm down again. 

He agreed to this. 

He wanted to do this.

He wants to do this.

The feeling of feeling like you should have control, but nothing listening to what you're saying or doing things you never told it to is really unnerving though so he needs a moment.

While Dabi waits for the hero’s heart to stop racing in a bad way as his panic accidentally edges him a fourth time, Dabi fishes the hero’s phone out of his coat, curious of if anything changes. Sure enough, when he swipes the front-facing camera, Hawks’ eyes are still pin-pricked and dilating rapidly from his almost panic attack, but now they’re Dabi’s own brilliant turquoise. He wonders if he can fix that in case he needed to body snatch someone if something happened to his object and pictures Hawks normal gold, blinking in surprise when that actually works.

“My eye color does not suit you, birdie.” Dabi snorts, scrunching Hawks’ face when the hero’s voice comes out instead. “Yeah, that’s weird.” He looks back at the camera. “You back yet, birdie?”

Hawks tries to speak but doesn’t have control of the mouth so his heart rate increases again in panic.

“Oh yeah, guess you need that.” Dabi snorts, disconnecting from the mouth. 

“You back? ” He asks in the hero’s head instead. 

Hawks wants to shudder, but can’t. “Yeah.” He answers shakily. “And that was still horrible.”

“Yeah, sorry about that. ” Dabi hums, shrugging the shoulders. “There’s probably a better way, but I don’t know it yet. ”

“It’s fine.” Hawks sighs, catching a glimpse of something in the phone camera and flushing pink. “Can I have the eyes for a second?” 

“If you’re planning to check, yes you got harder from being terrified, but it started going down again when you were calming down so congrats, baby bird. ” Dabi snickers. “You edged yourself. ”

Hawks groans, feeling the ache in his balls now that he’s actually paying attention. “Dabi…”

“Want me to take care of it, pretty bird? ” Dabi hums, making Hawks’ face smirk, and okay feral looks good on the hero.

“Please?” Hawks whines.

“Just sit back and relax, baby bird, ” Dabi smirks, moving the coat so it’s now on the ground and wall, and laying back on it once he gets the stupid cargo pants off. “Kind of wish I had my quirk still so I could do you a favor and burn these ugly ass things. ”

“Oh, shut up edge lord.” Hawks scoffs before gasping when cool air finally hits his dick. “Shit.”

“Okay, now that’shot. ” Dabi hums, looking between Hawks’ legs where he’s absolutely oozing faintly glowing goo the same color Dabi’s flames used to be. “Look at you, all used and sloppy from a ghost. Even dead, I can make a mess of you. ” He chuckles in a voice that might as well be a purr.

Hawks feels his face at least heat as he’s forced to look at how he drips while Dabi takes a glove off to scoop some up with a taloned hand.

“Gonna give you back everything from the neck up. ” Dabi decides as he smears the goo on Hawks’ dick and groans. “Fuck~ Guess I got used to everything feeling distant. ”

Hawks tilts his head in confusion once he can before throwing his head back on a moan when his cock is enveloped in a kind of heat he didn’t think he’d feel again.”Da-Dabi~ Hand! Feels hot like yours.” He gasps, wanting to roll his hips, but unable to, completely at the mercy of whatever Dabi is willing to give him.

Dabi startles inside Hawks’ body, taking control of the head long enough to bite the other glove off. “Please work, please work, please work. ” 

Dabi tries to use his quirk like he would before and is delighted to see Hawks’ hand at least glow brain before they’re both screaming when the pain registers.

“Dabi! Make it stop!” Hawks cries out, unable to do anything about it himself.

“Sorry! ” Dabi hisses, turning it off quickly and wincing at how Hawks’ hand is blistered. “Dammit! ”

“That hurt you in life, idiot! Why would it work any better in a body it didn’t belong to?!” Hawks snaps in pain.

“I don’t know! I just spent so much time working on it that I was a little crushed to lose it, okay?! ” Dabi growls defensively.

Hawks would wince if he could. “Dabi, it killed you…”

There’s a self-deprecating laugh.  “Yeah, proving my old man right, even in death. ” He sighs. “Let’s just get back to the only thing I’ve ever been good for.”

Hawks wants to argue, but his ability to talk is suddenly revoked and he hopes Dabi can feel his glare as his body is once again made to continue jerking him off. 

‘I’m letting Endeavor get hit next fight.’ He thinks literally instead as his voice is returned just so Dabi can hear his moans. 

“Dabiii~” Hawks relents. “Fuck, I just edged myself again, didn’t I?”

“No that was me this time .” Dabi hums in disinterest, having already shut down.  “Your weird ass body tried to cum when your hand was burning. ” 

“Hey! Don’t kink shame me in my own body.” Hawks squawks before keening when Dabi makes his thumb swipe over the head of his cock. 

“Just disappointed you didn’t bring it up while I still could. ” Comes the bitter reply.

Hawks can practically feel the emotional walls going up and internally curses the amount of time it’s going to take to break those.

When Dabi speaks next, he’s apparently decided to fall back into his villain persona to change the subject.

“Anyway, pretty bird. ” Dabi practically purrs in the hero’s head and Hawks hates how much of an effect it still has. “Let’s get back to business. ”

Hawks doesn’t get much of a chance to respond as Dabi lets the hero’s hand heat up just enough that with the grip and the ghost goo, it feels like Hawks is fucking someone and his eyes roll back just a bit.

“Fuck, Dabi~” He moans, wanting so badly to thrust up into the tight, warm heat, but being unable to and whining at the fact. “Fuck, please~ Let me move. Please, let me move~”

“Nope. ” Dabi chuckles darkly, twisting Hawks’ wrist and thumbing the slit so the hero cries out. “You take what I give you. ” 

“But, Dabi!” Hawks whines, biting his lip in frustration as his other hand is moved to play with his balls and oh the goo feels nice on his burns, but also gods dammit. “Please~ Dabi, please. Feels good. Feels so good, let me just-Fuck~!” 

Dabi smirks, speeding up his strokes a bit as Hawks’ sweet moans and cries filled the air. “Careful, birdie. What if a civilian hears you? ”

“They can take a picture for all I care just let me cum, dammit!” Hawks snarls, pupils basically non-existent with how turned on he is, and, after being edged five times already today, he was so fucking close but it was like something had a hold on his ability to do so and he swears he might actually lose it. 

Dabi’s low laugh echoes through the hero’s head before the block is removed. “Go ahead, pretty bird. Paint this awful uniform white. I’m sure it will look much better with a reminder of how I can ruin you even in death. ”

“DabiIII~!” Hawks cries out as Dabi does something with his taloned hand that makes him see stars and cum hard across his shirt and jacket.

It might be Dabi leaving his body at the last second to watch him fall apart, might have been the possession itself, or maybe it was even the orgasm, but Hawks passes out for several minutes. When he finally regains consciousness, he groans, completely exhausted and his body aching, but also stupidly relaxed from the force of his orgasm and now he just wants to nap. If the remaining fuzz is anything to go by, Hawks probably won’t have a choice, but he has a patrol to finish.

“Bunny girl is covering the rest of your patrol, and bringing you clothes,” Dabi speaks up next to him, still using the generator’s energy to hold up Hawks’ phone that he swiped. “Gonna spray you with more ectoplasm so you can say it was a villain or something, but you should probably get your pants on.”

Hawks blinks at him for a moment before nodding sleepily. He hadn’t completely processed Dabi’s words, but he could at least follow the order of getting his clothes on before making a face when more radioactive-looking goo covers him. 

“In my hair? Really?” Hawks gripes, pulling his gloves back on to try to wipe it off.

“Would look suspicious otherwise,” Dabi smirks. He definitely did it just to annoy Hawks, but he wasn’t wrong.

“Yeah, sure.” Hawks huffs, smearing it around until it covers the lines of cum, and apparently just in time too because his head swivels at the sound of smacking footfalls running across the roofs. “She must have been near bye. Hide.”

Dabi fades out of existence to return to his earring just as Rumi lands on the roof with a look that spells death for whoever attacked her friend. It would be intimidating if the culprit wasn’t already dead.

It takes a little bit for Hawks to reassure Rumi that he’s fine before he’s allowed to fly home with strict best friend orders to rest. He barely makes it through the balcony door before his body tries to do just that. 

“Why is that so exhausting?” Hawks groans as he drags himself to the bathroom to sink the bath that Dabi had floated ahead to start.

“Your body is actively trying to eject me the whole time so I imagine that takes a toll.” Dabi shrugs as he floats above the tub.

“Cumming my brains out probably didn’t help.” He sighs, sinking into the water after just shredding his clothes with his feathers.

Dabi snorts above him as he pours shampoo on Hawks’ head. “Probably not.”

Hawks hums happily as Dabi does his best to help with aftercare stuff, and it ends with Hawks’ phone and several more lightbulbs dead, but eventually, the hero manages to stumble into bed. 

“Good thing Rumi owes me a few days.” Hawks slurs, eyelids already closed. “Cause I don’t think I’m moving for a bit again.”

“You were off the next two days anyway.” Dabi shrugs from above Hawks.

Hawks forces an eye open just to glare at the ghost. “You planned this well, huh?”

“Yup,” Dabi smirks, starting to fade a bit as he prepares to go back into his item for his own form of rest.

“Menace, even in death.” Hawks mumbles as he finally lets sleep start claiming him.

“Always for you, baby bird.”

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[inkykeiji]

Same anon as before, it was really cute actually!! Like obviously he was a huge flirt but it was still cute lol. I cant remember the name of the ride he attended but it was one of the bigger ones where you would have to be strapped in and he would occasionally go over (to mostly just cute girls lol) to tug on the straps to make sure they were secured and he would teach you Russian words when he did it, like he would say something in Russian and be like "that means good, Ok?" A bunch of girls (including me) would purposely keep going on his ride over and over just to see him and he'd notice and say things like "do you remember the word I taught you?" And "can you say *Russian word*?" Theres a whole bunch of other stories of him flirting with all these girls but I can't remember all of them anymore, I just remember everyone crushing on him so hard lol and being really disappointed that he wasnt with the carnival anynore the year after.

The shy carnival boy you knew sounds so cute 🥺 i can just imagine this cute sad looking guy bobbing his head to the music lol. When I was younger I always thought the people working at carnivals were so cool because they got to travel and be around that fun atmosphere all the time, like I never thought of how hard it could be. Younger me definitely wanted to date a carnival guy so I could travel with them lol so if it was Dabi there would be no hesitation in me just upright leaving with him. Me now is a whole different story tho lol carnival Dabi would probably have to make me come with now.

Carnivals in general are super interesting to me too like going every year was a huge part of my childhood and I remember them so vividly. Its probably because I grew up in a super small town where nothing happened so it was like the one fun thing we got to do and looked forward to. I still love to go whenever I can for the nostalgia lol, so I'm super excited for you to write about it I feel like more fics need to be set at carnivals lol ❤

aw anon!!!!!!

i’m so in love with this!!! that sounds so flippin smooth, you know??? like sooo smooth, and almost charming in one of those flirty fuckboy type ways, if that makes sense! ehehe aaaah see the guy who’s behaviour reminds me of dabi was not smooth or sweet at all, and the tricks he played were cruel and purely for his own amusement >.>

yeah!! he always flits through my mind, every time the carnival is in town or every time i see that ride in particular. it usually blasts popular upbeat songs, and i find the attendants that run it are often very high energy and like to pump up the crowd etc but this guy was just so chill. hahaha that’s interesting!!! i find that when i was younger, i didn’t really think about how they were always travelling, i was always so interested in the why; why did they decide to join? how long have they been working for the carnival? what are their backstories?

omg me too!!!!! the local carnival that visits my tiny town has been coming for over 100 years and i, too, have so many cherished memories of going every year with my family and/or friends!!! there are certain shows that my dad would take me to watch every single year, and i remember coordinating with the boys we liked, like at which ride we would meet up and what time we’d be there (long before anyone had cell phones!), and always buying candy apples purely to lick the candy off of them and then throw them away (what a horrible waste!)

yes!!! i’ve already plotted the entire thing out (i’m hoping it’ll only be about 5k) and i began writing it but i’m back to focusing on tag ur it now. i plan to post the carnival piece after tag part two is done!! but i can’t wait to share it with you and i can’t wait to hear what you think of it!!! i’m already loving how it’s shaping up SO much hehehehe <333

#ah finally someone who shares my enthusiasm for carnivals!!!! #no one irl gets it #i mean obv my best friend has very fond memories of going as well and we still enjoy heading over every year #but she doesn’t have the same *fascination* that i do with the concept of carnivals as a whole #anyway!!! enjoy your wednesday anon <33 #stay safe and stay hydrated <3 #inky.bb #clari gets mail

[hotwings0203]

I feel like Dabi would be the type of dude who would bully you incessantly at the LOV and for the life of you you can’t figure out why. He’s always around you and making snarky comments or pulling your hair, trying to catch you messing up on missions. You’re sure he hates you, and you do well to stay out of his way, or sometimes when you feel bold you’ll offer a quip of your own. The bullying increases whenever you talk to other guys at the bar, especially when you make Tomura crack a smile, Dabi’s breathing down your neck the second your leader leaves, calling you terrible names and pushing past your boundaries.

Cw: language, nsfw, noncon, manga spoilers, some angst?

In a perfect world, Touya would not have been abandoned and rejected by his family. In a perfect world, Dabi would not exist, and Touya would be eating dinner with his family right now as he shows his little brother how to properly wield fire to its fullest extent.

But there was no such thing as a perfect world, and therefore Dabi did exist. And Dabi doesn’t care for anyone, or anything.

Or so he tells himself.

“Slut”

“Nothing but eye candy, and shitty eye candy at that”

It’s nothing you haven’t heard before, but it doesn’t make it any easier to ignore him

“What was that all about, huh? The fuck are you and crusty snickering about?”

Fed up with his continuous antics, you decide to mouth off a little too.

“Oh nothing, just talking about how adorable you and Hawks would make as a couple. And wipe that sneer off your face, it looks like some of your staples fell out of your mouth.”

It’s nothing too snarky, but in a second he’s shoving you in some dark room, forearm pinned against your throat as his hand is lit up with blue flames merely inches away from you, snarling in your face.

“You wanna be funny, bitch? I got jokes of my own too, why dont I show you what happens to dumb little girls who don’t know their fucking place? I think that would be real funny.”

But his hand is stopped from drawing near your wide eyes when you both hear Twice and Toga calling everyone for their next meeting.

He pushes you away from him, giving you a murderous look over his shoulder as he leaves the room, not paying mind to the way you slide down the wall in the dark.

You take extra precaution to try avoiding him for the next few days, not even making eye contact with him when you two get teamed up for tasks. He never mentions the room incident, if anything he acts as if it never happens. It’s like whiplash for you, he tries to weirdly talk to you more but all you offer him is mumbles and hums of agreement.

The conversation is never long, but it starts to be less talk of degrading you and more of begrudging questioning of what you’ve been up to. You never engage, opting to pretend like you never heard him, and strangely enough he leaves it be.

You give him a side eye one day as he joins you at the bar (much to your discontent), downing your glass just to fill another.

He says nothing as he slides into the stool right next to you, and pours a glass of whiskey for himself as well.

It’s awkwardly silent, you’re not sure if you should leave or not, but you’d be damned if you try to initiate small talk with this psycho.

But then, he speaks.

“Is Shigaraki sending you on the mission to get that UA kid?”

His gravely voice rumbles and cracks from his usual lack of use, and he clears his throat after he talks.

“No.”

“Oh.”

This is excruciating, you think to yourself as he mulls over the drink in his hand for a silent minute or two.

Toga calls you over thankfully at the exact same moment, and you breathe out an inaudible sigh of relief as you slip off the stool to join her.

“Wait-“ Dabi grabs your arm and you flinch out of instinct, expecting a slap or a burn to come from him.

He sees your reaction and shakes his head dismissively, letting you go and muttering a “Nevermind”. You don’t ponder over it as you trip over your own feet to join the eccentric blond.

A week passes, and then two. With each day you maneuver your way around him, request to be partnered up with different people in private, and busy yourself in random tasks. Every time you pass him by the bar he lifts his head from whatever he’s doing and tries to maintain eye contact with you, even going so far as to open his mouth to say or ask god-knows-what.

You try to ignore the foreign hopeful glint in his glacial eyes as you walk right past him, ducking your head as you do so.

It drives Dabi crazy.

He can’t handle any more rejection, he thought his family would be the last straw for him to ever want recognition or love validation from again. He wants to talk to you, to hear your voice as it snaps back with witty comebacks of your own that he secretly enjoys so much, even if it means he has to force it out of you with hateful words. He wants to feel your hair underneath his scarred hands, even if he has to mask the soft wanting of you in forms of yanking the strands. He wants nothing more than to see your eyes fill up with no other sight than him and think only of him, even if it means he has to corner you and scare you into submission.

But your silence is something he’s not used to.

Well, to be fair, you weren’t silent completely, but the only sentences he was hearing from you nowadays was when you were speaking to Shigaraki or the other League members.

You were the only idiot who didn’t notice the smoke curling from his nostrils and ears comically when he’d finally see you stop your stoic act just to open up to other men apart from him. Spinner, Twice, and Compress backed off almost immediately from talking to you for too long when they’d see the look on his face as he watched you surrounded by them, but Tomura would merely smirk from behind your shoulders and keep a level gaze with his subordinate, knowing fully well why he was so pissed off.

You began to notice the weird energy at the base soon after the rest of the men would keep curt conversations with you in comparison to your long talks about video games, sex, and life after you would all win the war.

So you thought it would be best to ask the most semi-normal person there that wasn’t fueled with testosterone and aggression.

“I just don’t get it, why are they all being weird? I mean, we all used to talk so much and now they just...try avoiding me. Except for Tomura of course, he’s still normal I guess. But he always has this smirk on his face when I’m with him and I can’t figure out why.”

Toga stops cleaning her blood-laced needle to give you a sly look, all fangs and glinting white.

“And Dabi?”

“What about him?”

She sits back on her haunches and cocks her head at you. “You really don’t know what’s happening here, do ya?”

“No,” you roll your eyes in exasperation. “But I’ll gladly take any theories here, since apparently I’m the only one who doesn’t get it.”

“He likes you.”

You gape at her for a moment and then burst out laughing.

“What? That’s crazy, he doesn’t like me, he hates me!” He can barely stand being in a room with me, all he does is talk shit and harass me.”

The blond curiously licks at a bead of red from the top of the weapon and you cringe when her own tongue rips from the sharp point.

“You say he can’t stand being in a room with you, so then why is it that he’s always there? He might talk shit, but he talks to you out of everyone else right? Regardless of if it’s something mean.”

You’re thoroughly flabbergasted. She had a point, but it was too much to wrap your head around. She cheerfully hums and gets up to flounce around the room, cleaning her already-tidy room up to a T.

“And that little silent treatment act you’re giving him isn’t helping either. I swear, Jin told me Dabi almost burned his mouth off that one day you, him and Spinner were talking about GTA. He totally cornered the poor guy and threatened his life if he didn’t stop talking to you.”

“You’re joking.”

“Am not. He wanted to do the same to Tomura but I figure he wants to keep his job, so he won’t. Doesnt make it any better for him when you’re all chummy with the one person Dabi can’t stand the most, though.”

No wonder your leader was so smug whenever you two were in the same room, your attention solely focused on him.

You run your hands down your face, moaning about the whole situation being fucked. It’s just your luck that you couldn’t take a clue, but to be fair, how could you? Being called worthless and a waste of space wasn’t exactly what you had in mind for flirty banter.

“Soooo what’re you gonna do now? I heard he’s gonna try talking to you for realsies like, tomorrow or something.”

“Tomorrow?” You yelp, jumping up to your feet. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner? I can’t face him!”

“Oops,” she giggles, twirling with outstretched arms around her room and falling down onto her bed.

“Oh god, I can’t do this. I don’t even know if I like him! He’s such an ass, and even when he tries to come off as normal he’s just so..unsettling. I don’t think I’ve ever had a good conversation with him.”

Toga props her elbow up to rest her chin on her hand, frowning in thought.

“Why not just tell him how you feel?”

You snort and fold your arms. “Yeah, because the psycho arsonist is really gonna take the word no well.”

“Hmm.. I see what you mean. Oh well, whatever you choose, I’ll support you!”

And with that she skips out of the room sing songing for Twice to make a clone for her.

You were fucked.

And sure enough, the next day he approaches you, hands stuffed in his pockets and an almost bored look on his face.

“Yo newbie, I gotta talk to you for a second. Come with me”.

You look blearily up at him through eye bags and mussed hair, a direct telling of your sleepless night. Your stomach drops when you hear his words, but you nod your head and take a deep breath, mentally preparing yourself of the speech you practiced till the sun rose.

No one else is bothering you both today, Shigaraki having gone to visit All For One and the rest of the League left to their own devices. It was something you weren’t so comfortable with, but you doubted a hero would come to save you.

He leads you through the short winding hallways, each step of his growing louder and heavier as the space started growing smaller. Finally, he reaches a dimly lit room and stops outside the door, gesturing for you to go in with a casual wave of his patched wrist.

“After you.”

You raise an unsure eyebrow at his uncharacteristic show of consideration, and do as he says. You’re sweating bullets, fists balled so that your nails are digging into your palms, and vision going in and out of focus as your eyes begin to adjust to your surroundings.

A loud bang pulls you out of your stupor, and you whip around at the sound.

Dabi is already staring back at you with lidded eyes, leaning his weight against the door, his arms crossing over each other.

You shift on both feet, picking at your nails nervously.

“So, what did you wanna talk about?”

He says nothing, but just observes you, his head slightly tilted as if you were some abstract art piece.

“Dabi.”

“You got a lot of nerve, y’know that?”

He pushes himself off the wall and advances slowly towards you, hands stuffed in his trench coat pockets.

You immediately back up with raised palms, sputtering indignantly at his offensive movements coming closer and closer. However you thought his ‘confession’ would go, this was most definitely not starting out like how you planned

“Excuse me? What’re you talking about-“

“I know what you’re doing. You think whoring yourself out to ol’ crusty and the rest of the guys here is gonna make everyone forget just how useless you actually are. What the fuck do you even do here? You fuck up half the missions which I have to come bail your ass out of, you constantly put us in jeopardy by being all friendly with everyone, and you can’t even keep your mouth shut when I need to let off a little steam, as I rightfully should.”

In a perfect world, Dabi would be the light of your eyes, the hero of your world. In a perfect world, Dabi would be able to hold your hand in his smooth one and tell you that he wants you so much that it impairs his rational judgement and makes him say things he doesn’t mean. He’d tell you that your presence is like a weight lifted off his chest, your presence means he doesn’t have to think or worry about the outside world, he just wants you all to himself without anyone interfering.

But this is not a perfect world, and Dabi is not a hero, but rather one of the worst villains.

So he does exactly what one does as a villain.

Instead of a loving look that he knows he’s incapable of, Dabi looks down into your horrified gaze as he traps you against the wall between his scarred arms, spewing misplaced venom at you.

“I don’t know what your problem is, but you need to chill out. First you go ballistic on me ‘cause I talked to Tomura for no reason, then you act all weird and quiet as if you’re some decent person, and now you think you can just bring me in here and tell me how worthless I am? Go fuck yourself, seriously.”

You scoff and make your way to push him but stop when he does what he did a couple weeks ago. You hold bated breath as he casually brings an inflamed hand to scratch at his face as if he can’t feel the hellfire emitting from it, and let out a whine of distress as he lowers his head mere inches from yours, lips almost touching.

“Stop talking to the rest of the guys,” he breaths. “Stop smiling, laughing, or going near anyone who isn’t me.”

You wonder if he knows how insane he sounds. He does, but that’s nothing he doesn’t know already. If anything, it solidifies in his mind that if he is to be as bad as the world has made him out to be, then he is acting exactly fit for the role.

“Why?”

“I don’t need to give sluts like you a reason. It should come as easy, right? What’s putting out for one more person?”

Your eyes are brimming with tears now, your stoic facade showing cracks as you sniffle a little bit.

He eats it up and groans watching salty rivers cascade down your cheeks. Suddenly, he feels as though he can no longer hold back anymore, he feels as though if he thinks for one more second he’ll combust.

So, acting on instinct, he surges forward and presses his lips against yours, swallowing your cries of distress and holding your hands above your head in midst of them frantically beating on his chest.

Your lips are so, so soft compared to his and it’s making him sink deeper into this instinctual daze. He puffs against your writhing lips as he thrusts his hot tongue in your mouth.

You try to bite him but when his hands heat up against your skin you resign to your fate and wail, allowing him to pull his hips flush against yours and start humping your thighs.

He draws back and bites your lips, teeth clacking against yours as he does so. You open your terrified eyes and blanch when you see the look on his face.

Lust is clearly drawn everywhere, from his blown pupils to his heaving chest, all the way to his flushed face and wild eyes. He looks as though he’s about to eat you alive and it’s appropriate that you feel like a lamb about to be slaughtered.

“Dabi, wait, please stop-“

But he cuts your pants off again in favor of slamming his hips against yours again and grinding impossibly hard on your legs, the friction of his jeans catching on your clothed cunt and forcing a mewl out of you.

“I’m not gonna stop. I’ve had enough of you teasing. You’re mine now, and if it takes burning our dear leader alive and this whole place down for you to understand that then I’ll fucking do it.”

He thought that terrorizing you would ease the empty feeling in his heart, that continuously berating you would force him to see you as what he always said you were, just another empty headed cunt. He thought that distancing himself from you and focusing on other things would make him forget about the soft feelings he longed to share with you, feelings he thought perished in the fire he was in when he was a young boy .

Even now, there is an ache in his chest as he hears you beg for him to stop, to let you go, that you’re sorry for whatever you did.

But this is not a perfect world, and not everyone gets their way in life.

You should really learn that, because Dabi already has.

And so Dabi will act accordingly to what life has put out before him .

#dabi imagine #yandere dabi x reader #dabi smut #bnha imagines #bnha smut #mha smut #yandere dabi #tw: noncon #touya #bnha touya #touya todoroki #Dabi #dabi x reader

[mythiccheroacademia]

— the little things they love about you

𝕙𝕠𝕥 𝕘𝕚𝕣𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕤: 𝕚’𝕞 𝕚𝕟 𝕤𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕒 𝕗𝕝𝕦𝕗𝕗𝕪 𝕞𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕠𝕞𝕝. 𝕡𝕥 𝟚 𝕤𝕠𝕠𝕟!  𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: 𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕖

Shinsou Hitoshi:

he loves how much you appreciate the sky

when youre both on a walk, either in the midst of conversation or in comfortable silence, hitoshi always catches you looking up and thinking

whether it’s to look at the clouds or the stars, your eyes travel across the wide canvas above and all he can think about is how relaxed n ethereal you look doing it

you do this little smile and then look back at him and he has to quickly avert his eyes as if he wasn’t staring

people say your head tends to be in the clouds, but he knows it’s just bc you have an appreciation for the larger parts of life

it’s something small out of the 1000s of other things he adores about you but he wouldn’t change it for anything

Sero Hanta:

others may find it weird or annoying, but you always put that wide triangular smile on sero’s lips when you just randomly burst out into song

like yall will be sitting around in his room, studying, and all of a sudden you go,

“we be all night, LOVVVVVEEEEE” (pls tell me yall have seen that one video of meg where she sings it w her head out of the car skskksks) and he just loses it

or everyone’s having lunch together, talking n whatnot, and you start muttering, “ pop a perc’ and I blackout, fuck it, I’m blowing her back out, WWE if she fuckin w me, put that pussy on smack down gang, gang, gang, gang—“

everyone’s like??? but sero (and bakusquad tbh) is vibin and 100% joins in

it’s a cute little quirk of yours that he finds adorable and funny. you just never fail to put him in a good mood. he’s just v grateful for you

Todoroki Shouto:

he absolutely loves it when you put your make up on bc it’s a whole show and a half

whether you have it on or not doesn’t matter to him, but seeing you get so hype makes him smile

you’ll wipe away the baking powder and start feeling yourself

“oooouuu you see that contour? period.”

shouto can’t help but chuckle under his breath and shake his head when you start dancing because of your sharp eyeliner

it might be a bit simple, but your happiness and goofy attitude brings butterflies to his stomach bc...damn, you’re really his :’)

Bakugo Katsuki:

every time you kiss his hands, bakugo swears he needs nothing else in his life

his hands have always been both a pride and an insecurity of his

he’s got so much power in them but he gets sweaty a lot and he tended to accidentally blow up a lot of things and sometimes hurt people...especially as a kid. so he subconsciously keeps them hidden

but then you come along and just change his life w the small pecks you give them every day

it’s nothing dramatic or corny. just a quick kiss for if you leave his arm or when he cups your face

maybe you don’t mean it, but he thinks about. even though you know what they could do, you still trust that he won’t hurt you with them and that means the world to him

Togata Mirio:

your reaction to most of your emotions is to jump and mirio thinks its literally the cutest thing he’s ever seen

when youre happy or excited about something, you’ll do this grandiose jump

when you’re sad or frustrated, you’ll do quick mini bounces and pout

even when you’re just going about life, you’ll sometimes skip around

you remind him of a cute little bunny and he just goes ahhhhhhhh every time

you must be protected at all costs!

Tamaki Amajiki:

he loves those moments when he’s got his head on your chest and watches silently as you play games

whether it’s a game on your phone or the console, he likes to see you so into whatever youre playing

and he adores it when you make dramatic noises or tell him how unfair something was

despite your theatrics, it’s calming for him bc he realizes how comfortable you are w each other

tamaki also thinks your foul mouth is funny despite his soft reprimands for you to not curse

he likes it when you win, but a small part of him likes it when you lose as well bc you’ll pout and then he gets to take it away w a soft kiss and say, “it’s okay, bunny. you’ll get it next time”

Dabi:

he loves your attitude

he thinks it’s so funny when you make lil stank faces if someone does something you don’t like

or when he tries to tell you something about yourself and you go “and what about it?”

and the times you get in a sour mood and everything is a shrug or a bored stare

it’s annoying asf sometimes but the way you purse your lips, roll your eyes, and roll your neck gets him going lmao

he’s a sassy bitch himself and enjoys someone who matches his energy

Shigaraki Tomura:

this is so ironic (and lowkey creepy ig) but he loves watching you moisturize

please hold the jokes 💀

shiggy doesn’t care about much in this world, including himself, and being your bf threw him into a loop bc...feelings

so he finds himself staring at the mundane things you do bc you looks so peaceful and beautiful doing it

when you smooth the shea butter in and your skin is soft n glowy, he can’t help but think, “wow”

extra bonus points if you use face oils bc he’ll go into cardiac arrest...like how are real and why do you want him?

and when he holds you, he breathes you in like your fresh air and hates his life a little less

Hawks:

he says he hates it but he loves it when you do his eyebrows

his brows are something serious lmao but when you started dating, you would take your razor and tweezer and shape them bc he absolutely will not get them threaded or waxed

hawks thinks it’s really not that deep (besides, he got you w his bushy brows anyway right?)

but he sits and takes it bc he likes (you being on top) watching you concentrate and mutter to yourself . it’s cute

it’s also the idea of someone taking care of him that makes his wings twitch w adoration

he falls in love w you a little more each time

#bnha headcanons #mha headcanons #shinsou hitoshi #shinsou x reader #sero hanta #sero x reader #todoroki shouto #shouto x reader #bakugo katsuki #bnha bakugo x reader #togata mirio #mirio x reader #tamaki amakiji #tamaki x reader #dabi #touya todoroki #dabi x reader #shigaraki tomura #shigaraki x reader #mha hawks #takami keigo #hawks x reader #ig this is another contribution to fluffvember?

[imagineabrighterworld]

A Heart Meant for Two

A/N: A poly relationship between Hawks, Dabi, and the reader! Based on the song The Way You Say Hello by tiffi and City Girl ^^

“He said he loved her more than words, so instead of words he gave her flowers to observe”

Hawks was your first boyfriend to ever have a current boyfriend. It was an odd adjustment to get used to sharing your boyfriend with someone else, especially when you first met Dabi. But with some help, you got used to it quickly.

“Flowers?” You eye the bouquet of roses in Keigo’s hands. He had given you flowers before, but these felt like a bribe. You peer at him with suspicious eyes, snapping your book shut. “What did you do?”

“Can’t I buy my best girl some flowers?” The Winged Hero replaces your book with the flowers, flipping through the pages before tossing it to the side. As he sits down next to you, his wing instinctively wraps around you to pull you in.

You press yourself into his side and bury your nose in the flowers, breathing in their sweet scent. A small smile forms on your face. “Hmm.. You're either planning something stupid, or it's Dabi that is doing something stupid.”

“Kid-”

“It's Dabi isn't it.”

From the flash of blue light coming from outside and the nearing of police sirens, you know the answer.

“They were also on sale.” Keigo murmurs under his breath, turning his head to hide his blush of shame as you laugh.

It had been a full four months since you started dating the two of them and Keigo still thought you were woefully ignorant. But you were much more observant than he thought. You knew your other boyfriend was a villain, one that still had a long way to go if he was to be pardoned of his crimes- that is, if he wanted to be pardoned. It was that bit of information that you did stay ignorant on, you didn't want to lose sleep on something like that.

You sigh happily and give your boyfriend a kiss on the cheek, “Thank you.”

Later on, Dabi would return home with another bouquet of flowers. A bit crumpled from him jumping over fences, but still intact.

Your boyfriends were weird, but you loved them.

“She drew him pictures in a card, he said it was tacky and almost broke her heart”

Dabi was not a spoonful of sugar and sometimes he could be a bit blunt. Painfully blunt. How you got used to his silver tipped tongue? You didn't know. Maybe it was a skill you should add onto your resume.

Removing your heels at the front door, you slip on a pair of slippers and sneak your way into the house. Dabi was the only one at home, the main indicator being the lack of Keigo’s jacket on the wall hook while Dabi’s boots were tucked away in the corner.

You duck low as you hear a quiet snoring from the couch in the living room. With soft steps, you creep in on a sleeping Dabi and lean over the cushions to reach him.

His arm was slung over his eyes, his mouth parted slightly as he sighs. Sleeping Dabi was the softest you've seen him. He was always smirks and sharp lines, but when he was asleep he was so.. Soft.

“What do you want?” A low grumble rises from Dabi’s throat. He moves his arm to uncover an eye. The piercing blue cuts through you and leaves you halting in your movements. That's to say, you stopped your hand from removing a card from your purse.

“I wanted to give you something.” You pull out the card and offer it to him.

He shuts his eye and- goes back to sleep?

“Dabi?” You whisper.

He opens his eye again and swipes the paper from your hand with a huff. Dabi sits up before paying your card any mind. Flipping it open, he runs his eyes over the drawings inside.

“Is that supposed to be a cat?”

“It's a human.”

“ It's a human, she says.” Dabi chuckles, laying back down and covering his face with the card, resting his arms on his chest in a mummy like fashion.

"Do you like it?"

"It's garbage, babe."

It stung until you found it tucked away in his chest pocket while doing laundry a week later.

“I know he hates the way she does her hair”

You constantly changed your hairstyle. One day it was braided and the next it was in a high ponytail, or cropped to your chin. Every style looked good on you, but the day you started dying your hair was the day Dabi grew truly frustrated. Though.. Not for long.

“Dabi!” You yell from inside the bathroom, your white towel now shades of purple. “I think I messed up!”

“You think or you know , babe?” He hisses as he nears the bathroom. The lights were far too bright after he had been napping for two hours. It was nighttime, nearly one in the morning according to the clock on the wall. And you were doing your hair? When you had work the very next morning?

As soon as he witnesses your hair, he knows that you know just how badly it went. He holds onto the doorframe and laughs heartily, bending over slightly as his lungs begin to burn.

“Come on it's not that funny!”

“Your towel has more hair dye than your hair does!”

It was true. Your hair was supposed to be a deep indigo, but all that was left after rinsing off the excess dye was a few lavender streaks in your now stained platinum hair. You had went to get it bleached a few days ago and today was the day you were going to color it. How did it go so wrong? The hair dye was rated so highly!

Your face burns with embarrassment. You move to shut the door on him. “If you wont help me I’ll just-”

He moves his hand in time to stop you from closing the door and pushes it open further to let himself through. “I never said that, did I babe?” He breathes in slowly to ease his now stinging lungs. “Sit down, I'll do it for you. I have more practice.”

“I know she hates the way that he pretends to care”

Keigo wasn't without his own flaws. Dabi was the villain, but Keigo came with his own problems. They weren't too big, luckily, but it wasn't always easy being on the receiving end of his disinterest when he was tired.  

You lay in defeat on the floor, your arms spread out with empty clothes hangers on your arms. Tonight was your high school reunion, a day you had been planning for since the email was first sent. The only thing you didn't have planned was your outfit. Which was why you wanted some input from your significant others, but unfortunately only Keigo was home.

Why was it unfortunate? He was tired. And when he was tired he never had much to say, or any energy to do anything other than breathe.

You look up at him from the floor and poke at his wing. “Keigoooo!”

Keigo was laying on his stomach, his right wing drooping downward as he attempted to sleep. “Mmnn..?”

“What do you think about this one?”

“It's beautiful.”

“You're not even looking.”

“Mm..”

“Birdbrain.”

“I know she'll slightly disagree on what he wears”

You loved Dabi’s odd sense of fashion and went shopping with him for matching outfits (something he said he hated, but would never stop you on doing), but Keigo.. had a special sense of fashion that always managed to confuse you. Maybe it was best you stopped going to him for his input.

"You'd think that being in magazine shoots would help you gain a fashion sense." You say from behind a fist, your hand curled to hide your grimace.

"They dress him. What do you think he'll learn?" Dabi chimes in from behind you. He laid on the bed with pillows propping him up in order to watch the show that was Keigo dressing for date night. It was a little game Dabi always liked to observe.

It wasn't that the clothes Keigo had were terrible. If they were in the right color they would look great. But.. they weren't in the right color.

They were every goddamn color in the rainbow.

Keigo looks at the vibrant pink and yellow jacket he was sporting and at the baby blue tank top he had on underneath. Vivid orange and purple peaked out from the windbreaker he wore underneath the jacket and you didn't want to know what other layer of clothing he had on under that .

"I think I look great."

"For a bird, babe." Dabi chuckles. "For a bird, you're a hot ticket."

"But not for a human Kei." You walk behind him and tug at the jacket. “Let’s just go with the other outfit.”

As it turned out, Keigo did have more in common with birds than just his wings. Bright colors were just as alluring to him as a bowl of seeds was for a sparrow. You kept this in mind for the next time you went shopping.

“I know he chokes when she sprays too much perfume in the air”

Your boyfriends knew they were difficult and could be major pains in the ass, but for once they would appreciate it if you didn't try killing them with your perfume. They knew it wasn't intentional, but how could you not notice the whole house smelled like you?  

“Question.” Dabi rests his chin on top of your head while looking at you in the mirror. “You know what my quirk is, right?”

“I do.”

“And you know what fire does when in contact with alcohol, right?”

Now you look up at him, squinting your eyes at him as you lower your brush onto the sink counter. “Yes.. it's basic safety measures. Alcohol is extremely flammable.”

“Do you know what perfume has?” Your boyfriend smirks. He curls a lock of your hair around his finger and gives it a small tug.

You slap his hand away and turn around to look at him directly. You cross your arms and lean against the counter. He was being coy, but it was too early in the morning for this. He never stalled you from getting ready to go to work. “It has alcohol. What about it?”

He cages you in his arms, leaning in and letting a flicker of blue flame light the side of his face. But unlike usual, blue flames burst in the air for a split second, the sudden flash of heat startling you enough to bump into him as you jump away from the counter. Dabi turns off his flames and pecks you on the cheek.

“Unless you want the house to burn down, I'd stop spraying so much perfume, babe.”

After work you end up buying an alcohol-free perfume.

“But she likes the way it feels when he's right there”

After the third attempt at sleeping in the same queen sized bed at the same time, Keigo and Dabi decided to buy a new bed without you knowing. It went well until you came home early to them attempting to assemble the frame without instructions. But once it was put together and finished, you had to admit you liked the result.

“No more facefuls of feathers!” You squeal with joy as you leap onto the bed and spread your arms out, enjoying the spaciousness of it all.

Dabi sits down on your left while Keigo takes your right. He flicks your forehead to catch your attention and motions for you to tuck in your arm so he could lay down next to you. “Now you get why he doesn’t get to sleep in the middle?” He pulls you into a hug while flipping Keigo off from over your shoulder.

Keigo flops onto the bed, his wings spread out and covering the two of you like a tarp. “You're just jealous baby.”

You wriggle around and lay with your back against Dabi’s chest. Pushing his wing away, you stick your tongue out at Keigo. “Jealous of being attracted to stop signs?”

“It's a sexy red.”

“What about mirrors?”

“I’m a sexy man.”

“Birdbrain.” Keigo huffs and moves closer to the both of you, wrapping his wing to engulf the both of you. “The bed was my idea you know.”

“I know.” You admit. “Dabi doesn't care if he smooshes us to death.”

“Ouch.” Dabi murmurs from your hair.

It's not long after that you fall asleep in their arms, completely content to spend the rest of your night between the two of them. But when the winter came, you and Keigo agreed to keep Dabi in the middle to act as a heater.

“She loves him so much it's absurd”

It was winter when your boys began to grow more busy. Sometimes you would go to sleep alone, but you didn't let it get to you. You knew they visited the house when they could. What else would explain the endless supply of your favorite flowers in vases by the window or boxes of your favorite chocolates on the table when they weren't there when you left? The nights you did get to see them, you enjoyed their presence to the fullest.

Keigo squeezes his eyes shut in annoyance as he hears his phone ringing once more. It was the third time in a row, and he knew he couldn't go on ignoring it anymore. Being a hero meant sacrificing down time. It meant sacrificing time with you.

“Kei.”

“Yeah?”

“It's okay.” You keep your eyes shut as you trace swirls along his back in the area between his wings. “I understand you need to leave.” You knew you couldn’t keep him forever. It wasn't right. People needed him. He saved people. It was like keeping a firefighter from putting out a fire right in front of him. If they were calling Keigo so adamantly then it must be important.

Keigo presses a kiss to your temple and releases his hold on you, letting you lay on your back as he tugs on his jacket and prepares to exit the room.

“I love you.” You say from under the still warm blankets.

“I love you too.” He smiles from over his shoulder, eyes pained.

What did he do to deserve you?

“He thinks it's cute that her singing is the worst he's ever heard”

After a whole month away from the two of you, Dabi had to admit that he missed Keigo’s stupid face and your singing. Was it good singing? No. But did he miss seeing you enjoy yourself? Yeah. Yeah he did.  

Dabi sat outside the house, listening to your singing from his spot under the tree. He had yet to enter the house and opted instead to stay under the shade. He would have to leave again soon, so he saw no point in raising your hopes only to let you down.

A feather jabs at him from behind.

“You should go in and see her. She misses you.” Keigo lands beside him, lifting his goggles from his face. He crouches in front of him, running his gloved fingers through Dabi’s hair. “We both miss you.”

Dabi leans into his touch. How many times did he find himself missing it? Keigo was his first love after such a long time, but now there was you too. You both made him weak.

“I’ll be home soon.”

“And the way she’ll close her eyes, when she's nervous and just about to cry”

Keigo and Dabi didn't always agree on everything. That was a given when one was a hero dating a villain. But what they constantly agreed on was making sure you were kept out of the fray.  

The shopping district was utterly decimated and all you felt was heat. A sweltering heat that couldn't be put out. Blue flames surrounded you on all sides, flames you knew instinctively were Dabi's.

"What's going on?!" You yell as debris falls around you, Dabi was just there- you could've sworn you saw him! It had to be him! Where else did the flames come from?

A hand wraps around your bicep and pulls you upward, the familiar sight of red wings takes up your vision as you look at Keigo. He was covered in ash and his goggles were cracked in half atop his head. He squinted through the smoke that was building in the air.

"The League is here. I'm getting you home."

"What about Dabi?! He's here, we need to bring him home too!" You look behind you at the structure that began to cave in on itself, all you could see was blue. "He's in there!"

"And so is Shigaraki! You can't be here kid!"

"We cant leave him! Please Keigo!" Tears blur your vision as all you can think about was how burnt Dabi's skin already was. What would being in the center of that fire do to him then? What kind of state would he return to you in?

"I'm sorry kid.. He's the one who warned me you were there.."

“He likes the way she plays songs on repeat”

Keigo  watched as you grew more and more despondent, shutting down as more time passed that Dabi was gone. Japan was in an uproar, and it kept calling him back to patch it up each time villains showed. Japan was like an open wound that wouldn't stop bleeding. However, this changes one day as he comes home to hearing the sound of music blasting on your speakers.

Lights were strung up from the front door to the living room to the bedrooms, fairy lights dotted every inch of the house. Keigo tucked his wings in taunt to his body to keep them from getting tangled in the haphazardly placed lights. While he loved bright colors, it was almost too much for his eyes. Where were you?

"Kid?" He calls out, ducking underneath bluebell lights. "Please tell me you're still alive in here?"

The song on the speaker repeated on itself, which was odd with how clunky it sounded, but he learned to like it once he found you.

If choppy music was what it took to bring a smile back on your face, it was worth it.

He found you taping up lights in the bathroom while singing under your breath, mascara smudged but a smile still on your face. You look at him with your hundred gigawatt smile. It threw him for a loop, the sudden hope in your eyes when only yesterday you were crying yourself to sleep.

"Its for when he comes back. Want to help me?"

Keigo takes the loop of lights from your hands and nods.

"Make some room kid."

“He likes the way they flow together like electricity”

Covering the house in Christmas lights was actually a fun distraction for the both of you while Dabi was gone. Keigo was in charge of the higher lights that covered the rooftop, but you had plenty of fun stringing them around the plants surrounding the house. After finishing your impromptu decorating, you both decide to spend the rest of the night in the living room.

"Just follow my steps, baby."

"If I followed you I'd end up on my face." You laugh while holding onto his shoulders as you both hovered in the air, his wings flared open to keep you both afloat. What steps was he even talking about? For the past ten minutes he just held you both up and spun in a lazy circle. His wings were doing all the work while his feet did nothing.

"I’ll make you soar kid." He winks at you. "One day you'll see. I’ll take you to dance sessions and everything."

"I'll hold you to it."

“He likes her ringtone and the way she'll say hello”

When it came to being part of the League, Dabi had to be careful on what information he let loose. They couldn't know about his relationships. If Shigaraki knew then he would most definitely use it to his advantage. Dabi had two weak points and that was you and Keigo. But when he was out with the LoV, he had his ways of being with you.  

“Hello! This is my voicemail, which means I'm probably busy right now. Leave a message and I'll get back to you ASAP! Have a good day!”

Dabi holds his phone limply in his hand, looking up at the cracking ceiling of the League's current hideout. He had to make face for now, which meant staying away from you and Keigo for a while. Still, he had his phone, one thing he was glad Giran gave him after he burnt his old one accidentally. He knew you were busy, and he had no intention of talking to you while on the job, but to hear your voice was enough for him.

Weeks later, he welcomes the sound of your voice as you greet him, receiving him back into the house with open arms.

"Whats with all lights?" He laughs in response to your face nuzzling into his chest and feathers lifting the both of you to Keigo who stood in the doorway.

"Its to a bright future."

“He likes the way her hands feel even if they're cold”

Dabi couldn't blame you for having cold hands, but he found it cute how you were so insecure about being cold all the time. He loved how you latched onto him rather than Keigo when the temperature began to drop. Maybe it was the fact that he was gone for so long that he didn't mind being clung to. But somehow he found himself in situations he wasn't sure how to handle.

“How long am I going to be in the middle for?” He mumbles under his breath as the two of you cling to him from underneath piles of blankets.

“Until winter is gone.” You state simply.

“It isn't winter yet.”

“Did she stutter?” Keigo grumbles from under the sheets.

Eventually he would grow tired of it, but for now he let the two of you do what you wanted. He was home after all.

“And when she’s away from him, she’s away from home”

After two years of dating you knew you could never return to being without your boys. They were yours.

You reach upward, feeling the familiar rough texture of Dabi's scars along his neck and under his eyes. You drag your your thumb softly under his eye, breathing in his scent. From behind you, you could feel Keigo's breath fanning across your neck.

It was a lazy day today. No one needed them, no one needed you, it was just you and them. How long would the peace last? How long until one of your boys were called away? How long until one of them lost a battle?

No, you wouldn't think of that. For now, it was just you and them.

And that was alright with you.

#bnha #mha #bnha x reader #mha x reader #hawks x reader #keigo takami #bnha keigo x reader #mha keigo #mha keigo x reader #keigo takami x reader #Dabi x reader #bnha dabi x reader #mha dabi x reader #bnha hawks x reader #mha hawks x reader #hawks x reader x dabi #dabi x reader x hawks #bnha polyamory #mha polyamory #sfw #I swear I’m going to finish the Mr. Compress request I just got super excited about these two #Mr. Compress is on his way with a starter for his own mini series ^^

[mirkosintern]

Crawlin’ back to you

pairing: dabi x fem!reader

genre: smut with a lil angst and fluff if you squint

notes: reader is a member of the lov, set in the meta liberation army arc (before the war!), possessive dabi, wowee this is my first work!! I never expected myself to be able to write a piece but here we are ehehe this was inspired by a certain tiktok actually. U may have already noticed but the title is from the song do I wanna know? by the arctic monkeys<3

warnings: 18+, unprotected sex, breeding, cum play, dubcon-ish?, toxic relationship, degradation, vulgar language, alcohol

word count: 3k

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That the nights were mainly made for saying things that you can't say tomorrow day Crawlin’ back to you Ever thought of callin’ when you've had a few? 'Cause I always do Maybe I'm too busy bein’ yours to fall for somebody new Now I've thought it through

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Dabi wasn’t one to do feelings. He’s screwed numerous women, but they were nothing more than some toys to fulfill his sexual needs. Neither did he want to have feelings, nor did he need to. Afterall, his side hoes who begged to stay with him even after all the degradation he’s given them disgusted him the most. He would snicker at their pathetic attempts and cut them off ruthlessly.

However, you were an only exception.

No, he did not have feelings for you, he swears he never did and never will. But you were different from his other disposable sluts--he kept you around. He didn’t ghost you, instead, he kept coming back. It is only because you’re a member of the lov as well, he thinks. You are easy to access since you’re always around the lov base, and he doesn’t even have to worry about getting caught by civilians or stupid bitches who suddenly decide to turn him into the police. You guys were practically co-workers with benefits, fuck buddies where the “buddies” part is questionable.

Dabi didn’t mind that he made an exception for you until that night. That very night where you sleepily decided to crawl into his arms after a rough round and whispered him how you loved the rough texture of his skin against yours. That very night where you pressed delicate kisses beneath his jaw. The moment of intimacy—making his heart pound and warmth spread beneath his cold skin—was threatening. You were threatening.

That’s where he cut you off completely. He did not knock on your bedroom door located in the lov base anymore. He stopped sending those “you up?” texts at 3am. He didn’t even lock eyes with you or talk to you anymore.

It feels as if something heavy dropped inside you, squashing your heart to the point where it’s painful. You try your best to ignore the pang in your chest and remind yourself that you guys were nothing more than co-workers with benefits. However, the enduring heartburn only functions to make you realize how attached you were to him. He’s Dabi, the biggest scumbag you will ever meet, what did you expect? What were you thinking? It should be no surprise this happened, right? But having to encounter his stupidly handsome face every day was not doing any help. You are a girl with dignity, you tell yourself, trying your best to ignore his strong scent of campfire and cologne drowning you every time you guys are in the same room.

The pain is suffocating you for weeks, and you finally decide to completely get over him. The night Dabi brings a bimbo to his room and fucks her loud enough for everyone in the lov to hear—for you to hear—you’re done with everything. You step outside, get drunk, do anything to numbify the pain the raven-haired guy has caused you, and even meet a nice-looking guy who seems to be interested in you.

You are doing good without Dabi.

You don’t need Dabi anymore.

You are not letting him get to your head.

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A party.

League of villains is all about privacy, but they also started having some fun after uniting with the meta liberation army. Now they had sufficient money, people and place to throw parties every now and then without the danger of getting caught by civilians. Afterall, a number of heroes were in their side as well.

“Not gonna lie, you guys do know how to host parties.” Keigo smirks, picking up a glass of bourbon whiskey. “It’s fuckin’ lame,” Dabi answers as he downs a glass of liquor.

“So, what happened with y/n?” Keigo throws a suggestive smile.

“The hell you mean what happened with her?” Dabi frowns.

“Y’know, didn’t you guys used to be a thing or something?”

“Nah, she was an occasional fuck and that’s it.”

“Oh really? The Dabi I know never fucks a same bitch twice though. I thought she was something special.”

“Special?”

“Yeah, thought maybe you actually wanted her.”

A smug grin appears on Dabi’s face. “Never even liked her.”

“Have you seen her and her new boyfriend?”

The smile is quick to vanish from his face after hearing the word boyfriend. Dabi’s eyes widen, immediately glaring at Keigo. Before he could say anything, Keigo tilts his chin to point something.

“There they are.”

Dabi turns his head only to find you clinging onto some guy’s arm. Your cheeks are flushed –a pretty, pink glow on your face—as you bat your eyelashes at the guy. Bubbly giggles escape from your lips while you stare at him through half-lidded eyes. The guy’s arm is secured around your waists, pulling you closer to him.

Dabi sees red.

His entire body freezes as his grip around the liquor glass tighten. Dabi doesn’t say anything for a moment, but there is no way Keigo wouldn’t pick up how his cerulean eyes are flaming at the sight. “Well, I thought you knew.” Keigo pats Dabi’s shoulder. “Wouldn’t matter anyways right? You never liked her.”

“…Right.” Dabi takes another sip from the liquor, his eyes still fixed to you.

Keigo’s words are true; at least they are supposed to be true. Dabi didn’t have feelings for you. He doesn’t do romance. No feelings were ever involved with any of the women he’s slept with, and he made sure of it. It was so clear for Dabi without a question.

But why is it unable for him to erase the sight of you with some guy as he forces himself to sleep that night? Why are your sweet giggles echoing his head? Why can’t he get rid of the thought of you in that tight, black dress that perfectly complements the curves of your body? Why is the moment where the guy places his hand on your inner thigh replaying in his head? Why are thoughts of you messing with his mind?

“Fucking hell.”

Dabi gets up. This was fucking annoying. You were truly fucking annoying.

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You tilt your head to check the glowing digits of your digital clock on the nightstand. 2:15am. It’s late, and you haven’t even taken off the dress you wore to the party. You are too tired both physically and emotionally. You’ve done quite a decent job in entertaining the man who’s accompanied you through the whole party, but it was truly an energy-consuming task. You and him walked around as if you guys were the happiest couple in the party; but the truth is that you guys aren’t even properly dating yet. Solely because you have constantly been refusing to properly answer him asking you to be his girlfriend. It’s not that he’s bad looking or anything, but the idea of being with him just doesn’t sit right with you. Ever since you’ve met him, he couldn’t keep his hands off you without asking you anything about consent. You always had to pull his hand away with an uncomfortable smile, yet he never took a hint. However, when a dating rumor about you and him started and spread quickly, you didn’t try to correct anything. Maybe it was because you wanted to pull out a reaction from a certain villain. Maybe your unusual actions at today’s party; clinging onto the guy and laughing at every single word he spoke; was to make Dabi witness how happy you were.

 Truthfully, you were dying inside.

 What was even worse was that none of your attempts seemed to bring an ounce of reaction from Dabi. When have you become so pathetic and desperate? You feel tears welling up in your eyes, hot and burning, but you don’t want to cry. Not for an asshole like him. You take out your phone, find the guy’s name, and text him that you don’t want to see him anymore. You feel a little guilty, thinking that you may have used him to provoke something from Dabi, but your thoughts are too worn out for you to comprehend anything. You flop onto your bed and bury your face in your pillow. You huff out a deep sigh, and the soft texture of your cotton pillow feels warm on your cheeks. In all honesty, you were thinking about Dabi the whole time you were at the party. Whenever the guy’s hand creeped up your thighs or gripped on your ass, you imagined it was Dabi’s, trying your hardest to feel something from the contact.

 You weren’t over Dabi. You never were. Realization hurts, leaving a sour feeling in your mouth.

 Your body shoots up at the sudden, loud slamming sound emerged from your door. Your teary eyes widen at the lean man slamming the door shut. “Dabi?” You ask, not believing your eyes. “What the hell are you doing here?” Without an answer, Dabi’s one hand reaches for your throat as his other hand grips your wrist. His large body is towering over you, and you feel your bed shift as he dips one knee in the mattress. His sapphire eyes pierce through your soul, and you can feel his raging anger just from looking at him.

“You’re such a pain in the ass, y’know that?”

“Dabi, what are you-“

He doesn’t let you finish the sentence, pulling you in for a heated kiss. Your lips open reflexively, enabling him to deepen the kiss. The kiss is aggressive, and he doesn’t know whether it is because of his anger or his pent-up desires towards you that he has been suppressing. The kiss gets sloppier over time, hot and wet with saliva and tongue. He lets go of the grip on your wrist and starts tracing your inner thigh with his thumb, and you let out a soft moan. You finally pull away from the kiss to catch your breath, but he doesn’t cease to caress your thigh. Instead, he lowers himself to your ear. “You seem to really love thigh touches, don’t you?” His low voice and hot breath brushing the shell of your ear sends chills down your spine.

“Huh?”

“I always knew you were a slut, but never knew you were this much of a whore. You would bend over any guy who offers you some touches, right?”

Tears swell in your eyes again at his vile words, but it’s hard to talk when his knuckles are repeatedly brushing your clit.

“I’m… not a slut…nngh.” Suppressed moans escape your lips.

“Yeah? Why are you making those sounds then?”

“Dabi…”

He yanks your dress up and dips two fingers inside your lace panties, making you let out a weak yelp. Dabi raises his brows with a smug grin on his face.

“Oh, so she indeed is a slut huh? You get this fucking wet from a kiss?”

His two digits start pumping inside you, and you grip on his white shirt at the sudden sensation. Your gasps and moans get louder, and you suddenly feel his wet lips against your neck. Dabi sucks hard, making sure to leave dark purple marks from your jaw to your neck and shoulder, as he repeats the step of curling his fingers and pulling them inside and out your hole. “Dabi…too fast.” You whine out. “Yeah?” A sadistic grin appears on Dabi’s face. “Be a good slut and take what I give you.” His thumb reaches for your clit, making your legs shiver.

“Nngh…stop, I’m gonna… Dabi I’m gonna cum.”

“Stop? You want me to stop?”

“No!”

“Do you deserve it though?” he slows his pace while teasing your clit. “Beg.”

It’s humiliating, really—but do you have any other choice when you are this close?

“Please, Dabi… I’ll be your good slut. Please let me cum!” Your desperate cries have him pumping his fingers fast again, and soon you’re seeing white. Hot drops of release coat Dabi’s fingers as he pulls out.

“Say ah.”

“A-ah.”

You obey, and Dabi sticks his digits inside your mouth. Your mouth wraps around them immediately, sucking as if it’s a pacifier. “Good girl,” Dabi says as he pats your head, and it makes your stomach swoop with sick pride.

The bulge in his pants is becoming painful, and he contemplates on fucking your mouth. But he’s too impatient; He feels the need to abuse your cunt right now. He wants to hear your screams and cries as he proves who you belong to.

“Take that off.” Dabi gestures at your dress, and you start undressing as he demands. Dabi pulls down his sweatpants and boxers, causing his cock to spring out. It’s so pretty, you think, and you can’t help but admire his red tip, glistening with precum. He pumps his length a few times and lines it up with your entrance. You inhale a sharp gasp as you feel his whole length inside you. It feels so full; it feels as if he’s gonna split you in half if he starts moving.

“Ah, too big.”

“I know.” Dabi looks down on you. “Take it like a little slut you are.”

Before you could even talk back, he is moving inside you. Your moans blend with the noise of the bed creaking; a perfectly harmonized orchestra to Dabi’s ears.

You knew Dabi wasn’t one to prep you or go slow, but you feel like he’s going way rougher than usual. His wild thrusts have your head lolling backwards, and Dabi does not miss the chance to take a hard bite on your neck. You scream out of both pain and pleasure, and you feel two hot streams of tears on your flushed cheeks.

“Aww, she’s crying.” Dabi says in a mocking tone. “Bet you love the pain.”

Humiliation fills your chest and you turn your head away, but Dabi quickly grabs your chin with one hand, forcing you to directly face him.

“Who’s the one making you feel this full?” he asks.

“Y-you.”

“Did he ever make you feel this way?”

Wait, he? Who does he mean by he? Your alleged boyfriend? Could it be possible that Dabi was doing this out of jealousy? You try to comprehend, but it’s impossible for you to think clearly, not when Dabi is fucking you stupid. “No!” You shout.

Dabi’s free hand reaches for your clit and starts rubbing circles. “Tell me, who does this pussy belong to?”

“You…” You try to answer, but he suddenly lifts up your lower body and slams into your cervix in the right angle. It has you moaning even louder, your insides spasming around his cock.

“I can’t hear you.” He smirks sadistically.

“You, Dabi, it belongs to you! I belong to you!” You’re screaming his name like it’s the only word you know, making his cock twitch. “That’s right. You are all for me, all for me to use. Just a pathetic little slut for my cock.” A satisfactory grin appears on Dabi’s face.

Dabi lowers his body down and grunts directly into your ear as he thrusts even faster. The sound of his skin slamming into yours is so erotic, and you can feel how close you are.

“You wanna cum huh?” His words have you nodding frantically, babbling incoherent words. Yes Dabi—wanna cum so bad—wanna be yours—wanna be your good girl—please, dabi.

“Then do it. Make a mess on my cock.”

“Nngh, Dabi!” You scream out his name as euphoria washes down your body. His release follows you soon enough, painting your walls white. You feel warmth filling your belly while his groans echo in your ear. You’re still sobbing and panting after he pulls out, without any energy left to move. As your blurry vision starts getting clearer, you feel his warm skin and the sting of his cold staples against your back. His long arms wrap around your oversensitive body, pulling you closer to him.

“You’re messing with my head.” Dabi rests his forehead on the back of your shoulder.

“Huh?”

You’re confused, but Dabi doesn’t elaborate. His ego doesn’t let him do such thing.

“When you said you belonged to me, did you mean it?”

You bite your lower lip, not knowing how to respond to his sudden question. Millions of unspoken words and feelings are hanging in the back of your throat, creating a huge lump. You swallow them all and spit out a question instead. “Do you want me to belong to you?”

“Yeah.” Your eyes widen at his unexpected response, butterflies fluttering inside your chest. “Be mine.” His low voice vibrates against your soft skin. Your heart melts at his words, and you cannot stop your feelings from overspilling anymore. At that moment you both realize; you and Dabi were meant to crawl back to each other, no matter how hard you both try and struggle.

“I’m yours.” You smile, “I’m all yours.”

#dabi x reader #dabi x y/n #dabi smut #bnha x reader #bnha smut #mha x reader #bnha x y/n #touya x reader #touya x y/n #todoroki touya x reader #dabi #todoroki touya #dabi lemon #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #dabi fanfic #dabi fic

[violetnotez]

Can I request a storyline where reader and Ms. Joke gives advice to each other to ask their crushes out. (Reader crushing on Bakugou and Ms. Joke likes Eraserhead). Also I love your Dabi fic it's so damn amazing.

Anon I know this took so long but I loved this idea ALOT. Like-literally GENIUSSSSSSSS!!!! And omg I’m so happy you liked my Dabi fics!!!🥺😭

Another fic for the @bnhabookclub event! If you wanna join in, heres the link!

Also pls ignore that Ms Jokes shoulder has disappeared I forgot to fix it 💀

Bakugo x reader

⤷ Genre: Fluff

⤷ Word Count: 2000+

⤷ Warnings: cursing

⤷ Synopsis: As your helping your hero aunt Ms. Joke concoct a plan to win over Eraserhead, the conversation somehow turns to your crush on Bakugo. Even though you feel comfortable talking about the hotheaded boy with your aunt over the phone, you don’t realize how bad that idea is until a certain someone decided to eavesdrop outside the door.

Song Recs: ⤷ Leave This Place-Lione ⤷All This Time-Deorro ⤷Start It Over-NOTD

“Okay okay, how about this one-

“Can you pass me my inhaler, because you just took my breath away!”

Ms. Joke made an over exaggerated attempt at swooning, her voice airy and theatrical. You couldn’t help but giggle at her antics, your nose scrunching at the terrible pick up line she just gave you.

“I don’t think that one will work Auntie,” you mused, your phone on speaker as you tidied up your UA dorm room.

Not many people were aware of it, but your aunt was Ms. Joke, the comedy hero. It was quite a shocker when you let that information out to your classmates, as they couldn’t understand why you had went to UA over her hero school. It was true you had entertained the idea of going, but as much as you loved your aunt-you could only tolerate her for so long. She was so fun and energetic to be around, but that energy quickly became draining after a few hours.

The thought of having to be around your aunt every day made you feel tired just thinking about it, so you had kindly opted to try UA instead. Your aunt was a little disappointed that you had picked UA over her school, but she was over the moon excited for you to finally follow her footsteps and become a hero.

It also didn’t hurt that you would be around Aizawa quite a lot-and she definitely used that to her advantage.

“Oh Cmon tho, Jitter Bug, he would love it!” She exclaimed through the phone. “That one is such a laugh riot!”

“I think you forget that Mr. Aizawa isn’t too big on jokes,” you gave her a short giggle as you began to fold the freshly cleaned clothes on your bed.

“Hm….” she hummed in thought.

“What about-I’m thirsty, and guess whose body is 75% water? I’d then give him a killer smile to go along with it-he can’t say no to me then!”

Your cheeks turned incredibly red-the thought of your aunt hitting on your teacher so openly like that? Revolting.

You made a gagging noise at the prospect, a nervous laugh spilling out.

“I swear if you do that, I will dig my own grave and lay in there from second hand embarrassment,”

A belly laugh erupted in the other end of the line, Ms. Joke’s chuckles high pitched and uncontrollable.

“You really are a hard one to impress, huh?” She said between laughter.

“That type of pick up line is a little too young though-you babies are the ones that say ‘thirsty’ all the time…”

You heard a little hum on the other side of the phone, signaling she was thinking deeply.

“Why don’t you use that one on that boy you like, what’s his name again?”

She asked good naturedly, a hint of sneakiness in her voice. “It’s-Bakugo, Katsuki Bakugo, right?”

Your eyes went wide like saucers, your body language going rigid.

“Auntie you cant say that so loud, I’m on speaker phone!” You hushed her.

Your cheeks went insanely red, your head swiveling to look at your door.

Damn you and not closing it properly-anybody walking by could have heard!

Your aunt only knew about your crush because she had noticed you staring quite intently at Bakugou at your provisional licensing exam, her questions hard to not answer truthfully. She had promised not to tell anyone, not even your parents, but she used it against you nevertheless.

You sighed a breath of relief once you were satisfied that no one had walked by, your head turning back to your phone call.

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Unknowing to you, someone had walked by-Bakugo.

It was later in the day and getting close to his early bedtime, so he had come up to tell you to be quiet.

It felt strange walking up to your room-Bakugo knew he was beginning to like you, more than just a classmate or a friend, yet he didn’t quite want to believe it.

He shouldn’t have all these vulnerable feelings, he should be focusing on training and nothing more. But the more and more he tried to ignore it the more and more he realized how much he truly admired you-you were so damn pretty to him, your laugh and smile always making a blush rise to his cheeks, and the way you would look at him so innocently whenever he spoke to you made his whole world light up.

He liked how you respected him, but you would also put him in his place if needed.You were really one of the few only people he would listen to, which made it even worse-you had a power over him you didn’t even know about. It frustrated him, but he cared about your opinion too damn much to openly defy your wishes.

It sucked how easily he’d fallen for you, but he couldn't make it stop, no matter how hard he tried.

Just as he trudged up the stairs to your room, he noticed the door unlocked, a strange thing for him to see since he had prepared himself to knock. Whatever-less time waiting outside your door. He lightly leaned himself against the adjacent wall, ready to yell his warning at you quickly until he heard the familiar voice of Ms. Joke speak his name from a phone call.

The hell were you even talking about?

He couldn’t help it, he had to listen in, it was him you were talking about after all. As much as he didnt want to care, he hoped it was only good things you were speaking of, his heart fluttering when he heard your aunt say “you like him.”

Was it true? Did you really feel the same for him?

Bakugo instantly felt himself to sweat, his vermillion eyes wide as he prayed the news he was hearing wasn’t a lie-you had to like him back. You just had to.

Ms. Joke laughed at your distress, her voice lighthearted and loud.

“Oops, sorry!” She said, not a single ounce of remorse in her tone. “But really, y/n, what do you see in that boy! He’s so-well-“

“Harsh?” You finished her sentence, shuffling on your bed.

“Exactly! He’s always so mean and entitled too-you can’t find another boy in UA? What about Shoto-hes a pretty one!”

You gave a giggle, your hands fiddling nervously with your hair.

“Shoto is just a friend Auntie, and besides, he’s quite reserved-Bakugo isn’t,” you sighed, “Ive never meant anyone like him before.

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Bakugo’s heart beat painfully in his chest from outside the door.

This was fucking wrong-he was being a total creepster eaves dropping in your private conversation.

He kept telling himself that this was all okay, because you were talking about him and it was your goddamn fault for speaking about him behind his back-

But he knew deep down it was because he wanted so badly to know. He just wanted to be reassured that there was a connection between you two and he could pursue it somehow.

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“He’s just so-different. He is really harsh and brutally honest-it makes him kinda unique in a way. He’s always so driven, trying to do his best to be the best-it’s infectious, ya know? I can't help but admire him for that.”

you admired him? god, hearing those words sent him over the moon. You sounded so sweet and so soft as you relayed all your inner feelings to Ms. Joke, his heart was practically swooning.

Your aunt gave a small nod at your words, her voice much more understanding.

“Have you talked to him? Tried to ask him out or do anything you little kiddies usually do when you have a crush?” She asked playfully.

You sighed, your hands combing through your hair.

“Oh I could never! He wouldn’t like me back-he’s too into his school work. And he is super harsh-god I don’t know what I’d do if he’d reject me….”

“I understand you full heartedly JitterBug,” she used your nickname again, a groan slipping out of your lips.

“Are you yiu ever going to stop calling me that!”

“Never!” She exclaimed, her voice loud and cheerful again. “Your my wonderful little JitterBug and I’m going to keep calling you that until I kick the bucket!

“But really,” she sighed, her tone much more serious. “You never know until you try! I got rejected myself many, many, MANY times-but Im still doing perfectly fine!”

You held back a small snicker-your aunt, the Jokester Hero, who can’t hold a conversation without cackling like a maniac, the one who wears the most ridiculous outfits, has a chaotic fighting style, and has been pinning over the same guy since her internship days as a rookie?

Yeah, perfectly fine isn’t the best way you would describe her.

You simply hummed a nod in order to satiate her a response, a small smile gracing your lips.

“Ugh, I just got a call-they need me to help out with some robbery,” you aunt huffed out, her tone clearly tired. You felt a little bad for the hero-she must have been having a pretty crazy day.

“I’m sorry we had to cut our call so short!”

“Oh no it’s no problem!” You reasuresed her happily, “stay safe out there!”

“You two Jitterbug! Byeeeee!” She practically yelled her goodbye into the phone, making you flinch.

You breathed a tranquil sigh, readying yourself to start studying for your tests when you heard a loud banging upon your door.

“Oi, dumbass, can I come in for a minute?” The gruff voice of Bakugo filled the room, making your blood shiver-

Bakugo?!? Wait-was he there the whole time?!?

You teeth were practically chattering from that overwhelming fear, your cheeks red and your eyes wide.

You seriously were going to crawl into a hole and never come out if he heard that whole conversation.

You crawled off your bed, your hand making their way to the door to peak it open slightly.

Bakugo’s heart was thumping violently in his chest-now he knew you felt the same for him, this was going to be extremely easy. But he still felt really nervous, especially when your hair was so perfectly messy like that and your cheeks were dusted with pink like you were already nervous yourself.

God damn, why did you have to be so attractive? It just messed everything up for him, making him feel like he couldn’t think straight.

“Hey Bakugo, I-Uh-what’s up? Did you need something?”

“Yeah,” he replied gruffly, his nerves making his hand sweat more than usual. “something like that,”

Damn quirk, he thought in annoyance, shoving his hands into his pants. “You gonna let me in?”

“Oh-uh,”you began to stutter, shifting away from the door and opening it up slightly, “sure, yeah!”

He grinned to himself at your adorableness-did you always act this nervous around him? How did he not notice you like him before-it was so obvious to see now when you were fidgeting like that.

He strutted into your room, a new found confidence in him as he shut the door of the room for you, practically trapping you in with him. A mischievous smirk graced his lips, making your heart thump against your ribcage.

“Don’t want anyone overhearing by accident cause you cant close a door right,”

You groaned in embarrassment.

Welp-he knew.

You gave him a small look, your eyes doe -like and scrunched up in uneasiness.

“How much of that did you hear?” You asked timidly.

Bakugo scoffed, that shit eating grin still plastered on his face.

“All of it, Jitterbug,”

You groaned yet again, plopping your body onto the bed in embarrassment.

How could this happen?! He was right-you should have closed the door! You covered your face with your hands, your fingers trailing against your forehead and your hair.

“God I’m so sorry, I probably sounded like a creep, I didn’t mean to-“ you tried to apologize and explain yourself, your cheeks a cherry red.

“Do you like me?” He interrupted you, his arms crossed in front of his chest.

You looked up timidly-god, was he always this intimidating?

He was standing right in front you, his overwhelming stature making you feel so small and overpowered. He was wearing this strange smirk, as if he was enjoying interrogating you.

That usually wasn’t a Bakugo thing to do, to smirk like that, but damn, was it kinda-hot. You could really only focus on that, on the way his lips curled up so softly like he was happy about something but trying to repress it. It was warm and inviting, and you couldn’t help but feel some of your awkwardness melt away.

“How would you feel if I said ‘yes’?” You tried your best to lighten the mood some what, a nervous smile slipping against your lips.

Bakugo knelt down, his body so much more closer to you. His hands went on each side of your legs, his thumbs just brushing your outer thigh. He caged you in to the bed with his arms, his face mere inches from yours.

Well shit.

You felt the blood rush to your face, your ears pounding-you never knew he felt this warm so close, and god-did he really smell like salted caramel? His vermillion eyes were boaring to yours, sending your senses into over drive.

“And how would it feel if I said ‘yes’?” He turned your words against you, his voice husky and deep form being so close.

You squirmed from nerves, your hands going to play with your hair. It was so strange being so close to him, and you didn’t know what to do.

You looked so cute flustered like this-Bakugo internally tried to remember this perfectly, mentally writing down your adorable mannerisms and facial expression to memory. As much as he loved this, you were taking too long for a reply, and he was getting a little annoyed.

“What was that? I’m still waiting,” he asked gruffly, his voice low and sultry.

You gulped, feeling a pang in your heart from hearing that type of voice come from him. Directed to you.

“I-Uh-yes, I-I do, I've liked you for a while now,” you revealed, your cheeks practically tomato red.

He smirked at your expression, slowly lifting his body with off the weight.

You looked up in confusion, already feeling cold without his warm body so close to yours.

“Good,” he replied, his voice prideful, “cause I feel the same way.”

“You do!” You practically shouted, your eyes wide with shock.

The Bakugo-“liked you” liked you? You could practically scream with happiness.

“Well yeah dumbass, why would I say that if I didn’t?” He chuckled slightly, his bright red eyes still drinking you in.

Now his nerves were coming out again, a heaviness feeling his stomach as he realized what he had to do now.

“I-I’m not good at this shit, but-

“Wanna go out tomorrow?”

You were practically screaming like a little girl internally. This was happening? Was this all just a cruel dream?

Only one way to figure out if this was real or not.

You stood up from the bed, bringing yourself close to the hot head.

Now it was Bakugo’s turn to be embarrased-he was getting too comfortable being the one to make you nervous. He forgot how you could make him so flustered, your warm smile and pretty eyes making his heart thump painfully and his mind go into a panicked standstill.

Your hands shakily wrapped around his neck, slow to see how he would react.

God, you had thought about touching his hair for so long now, it was even better than you imagined-soft and fluffy like a cloud, you ran your hands through the spiky locks. The faint smell of caramel wafted into your nose agaun, making you feel nervous and calm at the same time.

He was slightly rigid, staring at you with shocked eyes-but he seemed to not mind this. You smiled softly, your heart thumping-it was now or never.

You slowly got on your toes and leaned yourself into his lips, surprised how warm they felt. At first he didn’t move, which scared you-but he eventually began to move against your lips, a little rough but still pleasant. A flood of warmth filled your body, your hands relaxing against his body. You felt his arms wrap around your body, his lips now taking the lead and guiding you into him.

You couldn’t believe how good this felt, how perfect and surreal it was.

But you remembered-sadly- breathing was a thing, your lungs burning as you both reluctantly pulled away.

You thanked your aunt for her loud mouth in your blissful daze, because without her, you wouldn’t be kissing your crush now.

You smiled at the blonde, his cheeks dusted with red and his eyes drinking you in.

“Tomorrow sounds great.”

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[bakugous-bbygirl]

Okay I liked your how BAKUSQUAD would react to singing ddlg okay but how would they react to singing PJ or 3 musketeers all by ppcocaine maybe including hawks and Dabi

~How Bakusquad reacts to you singing 3 Musketeers + Dabi and Hawks~

Ooooo I like this. Also thank you for the ask! I chose 3 musketeers because it had a little more wiggle room with all 7 of them. Although PJ is a equally good song I would be willing to this for PJ but maybe with less characters for my sanity

A bit of background to make this easy: this song has hella bi vibes so if your not into that it’s not a big deal it might just be mentioned once or twice depending on the lyrics

Also slightly 18+ again. Her songs get dirty. Swearing and mentions of weed smoking

Mina

(Sp—, Sp—, Spain, what you doing?)

Hey Daddy Kaine! (Listen up)

I got bitches (You got bitches?)

Haha, ayy, ayy

Tell lil' shorty come here (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

Trap bunnie bubbles!

Again Mina is the queen of knowing ppcoacaine.

All you had to say is you have bitches and it’s over with

She pops her head from the kitchen asking if you got bitches

She knows your not serious because your relationship is like, the best.

But it’s still fun to sing

Totally killed the rest of the song together she’s the best hype woman for you

Hawks

Bitch, I still get texts from my ex

You thinkin' that she yours but she movin' to the next (The next)

No bitch can compare, they all think I'm the best (Fuckin' right)

Real witch bitch, put yo' ass in a hex (Voodoo)

Bitch, I got big stack, big flex (Big flex)

Baby call my phone, tryna blow her tax check

Call me a nympho 'cause I like good sex (Oh)

But don't be mad when you going through my texts

Fair to say he was slightly caught off guard on how confidently your saying this stuff right next to your boyfriend

At first he thought you seriously got textes from your ex with made the poor bird a little insecure

Once you explain it’s just the lyrics and that you blocked your ex before you guys started dating he’s okay

Handles it pretty calmly and just wants to know the song

You even did little dancing motions like you are really feeling yourself to this song. Damn it’s kinda hot

He doesn’t listen to it as hard as you clearly do but enough to know when it’s gonna happen again

Like a 7/10 hype man and does the background work for you to keep your energy up

Still slightly worried about the ex and sometimes goes through your texts just to make sure

Kirishima

Ayy, ayy, tell lil' shorty come here (Come here)

I'm tryna blow her back out, walking funny for the year (Wobble, wobble)

Tell me that you want me, that's the shit I always hear

I got three bitches on me like the three musketeers

Ayy, ayy (Musketeers), tell lil' shorty come here (Come here)

I'm tryna blow her back out, walking funny for the year (Wobble, wobble)

Tell me that you want me, that's the shit I always hear (Always hear it)

I got three bitches on me like the three musketeers

Loves the fact your so confident

I mean yeah the song is a little vulgar for you being such a bottom for him

Really curious how you look topping a girl

Wouldn’t mention it but just know he’s thinking it

Would ask how you came across the song in the first place since it’s not what he assumed you listened to while working out with him

You explain your hype playlist is a journey for another day

Overall though: much calm 9/10 because of the one impure thought but again you don’t know that

However next time you are away he’s so thinking about it while getting himself off

You probably look really hot going down on another girl

...okay now he’s questioning if you’d be okay with a threesome. It’s not cheating if everyone is cool right?

Right?

Dabi

Bitch, shake that ass or kick rocks (Kick rocks)

Fuck a situationship, I'm tryna see that box

Saw her on her Tinder, said she like long walks (Oh the beach)

Runnin' with my phone but bitch who got these locks?

Dumb ho, who bought this motherfuckin' phone?

Yeah, shorty love it 'cause I'm making her moan

Try to find another bitch, get hit in the dome

Yeah, I know I am a queen 'cause I'm sitting on the throne

Man he was smirking his cocky ass off.

You flipping your hair (wether it be long or short I flip my short hair all the time.)

Grinding all in his lap durning the sexual parts

Tapping his temple half way joking and half way threatening him for real about him finding another girl

Also referring to yourself as queen and his crotch as your throne

He just holds your hips and makes you grind again whispering dirty shit in your ear

Oh he took it the most seriously because he knows you’ve had past relationships

This one is just the best.

For sure ended with you “sitting on your throne” you know, just while moving your hips and bouncing

And the next time you go into your playlist you happen to notice that almost all of your songs are gone minus all the ppcocaine songs you have

Cheeky burnt man but two can play at that game

Sero

Hey, gang, NextYoungin

It's Daddy Kaine in this bitch (Ayy)

Pull up to the function and she tryna get lit

Shorty talkin' foreign, yeah, I'm thinking she a Brit

Never stay strapped 'cause my brothers with the shit

Keep talking money 'til they hit you with a lick (Baow)

All yo' shit fake but there's Gucci on my fit

She want bread for the head but no, I'm not a trick (Nah)

Okay you two were just smoking weed and you actually were on the verge of falling asleep

Until you heard this part about to play

You had sat up and starting getting all silly

You didn’t face him while doing it but he could tell you had your eyes closed since you were still a little sleepy

About half way though you had laid back down in his lap admiting you didn’t know the rest and giggling

You guys still finished smoking just he didn’t take it seriously at all since you were high and it was a song

Still wants to hear you do it while your sober just doesn’t take it seriously in the moment

He’s a good and trusting boyfriend and he knows you don’t mean anything behind it

Bakugou

Switchin' up the roles, charge a rack for the flick

Keeping dirty money but my hands still clean (Yup)

Bitch is high tech, yeah, I think she off the lean

Don't try to kiss me, ho, you need some Listerine

Drown in this money, all you see on me is green

I bought her a Perc' and I bought her a bean

Now she blowin' up my phone so I know that she a fiend

Got her in her feelings, tell her bestie that I'm mean

No, I never need no hoes, I just pass 'em to the team

He’s the king of passing hoes off to his team

Denki was always lonely so it worked for him

When it came to you he didn’t take you as someone who rapped at all or talked about passing hoes off

Just got all grumpy and held you from behind mumbling something about not passing him off

He knows good and well you couldn’t give him up your totally in love he just wants to make sure you know it’s not a choice

He asked why you even like the song if none of it applied to you for real and that earned him a nice bonk to the head

You don’t have to always relate if you just wanna vibe and rap

Mostly just curious how you got into such intense music he liked it deep down inside but no way he’s letting you know that.

Denki

Oh

You got bitches, Nya?

Hell yeah

How many?

Hmm.. three musketeers

Ha! (Da—, da—, damn, what you doing?)

Daddy Kaine and Cocaine

Yeah, Daddy Kaine and Cocaine, huh

He so learned from his mistake last time

Would you call it a mistake? He wouldn’t. But he still made sure to put his game down for you.

He was mostly listening to you the whole time to make sure you wouldn’t climb on top of him and demolish his high score

But since you stayed in your seat he relaxed a bit

He still put his arm around you after losing at his game and gave you a firm make out session making sure if you did have bitches he was the best

Wait no he’s not a bitch

But your not his he wouldn’t call you a bitch?

Let alone his bitch.

Poor baby worked his brain to hard and got totally distracted while kissing you

Zoned out until you bit his lip

He was fine afterwards just got a little Too caught up

Haha thank you guys for reading! Please send in requests anytime this was a lot of fun for me!

#my hero academia #bakugou x reader #bakugou katuski x reader #katuski x reader #mha x reader #dabi x reader #hakws x reader #hawks #dabi #bakusquad #bakugou katsuki #mina ashido #mina x reader #hanta sero #sero x reader #denki kaminari #denki x reader #kirishima eijirou #kirishima x reader #ppcocaine #3 musketiers #mha headcanons #my hero x reader #boko no hero academia #bnha x reader

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(Cloaca) ((im really gonna need to think of an emoji for that one of these days lmao))

CAITIE HOLY SHIT so I know it's extremely cringe but I heard Sucker for Pain (from the suicide squad soundtrack) for the first time not long ago and 1) its very catchy I hate that that movie had some very fun edgelord songs on its soundtrack and 2) ALL I COULD THINK OF WAS DABIIIIIIIIII LIKE YOU KNOW his emo lil ass has it on repeat 24/7 and thinks it and Heathens are just THE most deep and understood songs like you cannot TELL ME that shigaraki has never compared himself to the joker I FEEL IT IN MY BONES THAT THEYRE ALL DUMBASS CRINGE EDGELORDS AND I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

I needed someone to share this with bc holy shit its just so on brand and I want to fight all of them because I love them (except shiggy and spinner im kinda neutral on them but toga especially is My Baby and I love her so much)

(any emoji you want and it's yours, my love...)

LMFAO though, why is this making me go INSANE jkafdklfalds... not to pull out the dusty, crusty book of League of Villains having fun time together, but...

Can you imagine Shiggy forcing everyone to watch Suicide Squad with him? Literally ALL of them would be soooo mad at him and I feel like even he'd be a little disappointed, ngl (all of them would love the real Joker movie, though probs).

And I feel like... it's only a couple days later when they're all in the car together or something and it's Toga's turn on the aux that Sucker for Pain comes on.... and everyone goes absolutely bonkers.

Dabi's in the back making a whole ass AMV in his head to it, Shiggy's probably... having a fake "laughing" moment like the Joker that he swears is real, and everyone else (except Mr. Compress, because he's a theater kid) is banging their head against the truck walls trying to get Toga to turn it off LOOOL...

God... pull up next to them at a stop light and look into the windows and all you see is this weird could of Stink and Energy, Spinner's probably looking you straight in the eye like "save me," lol... do you even know how fast I would drive away?

That's a lie... I love them, too (and you)🥺

-

Also... because this is giving me an excuse to talk about, I actually hard headcanon Dabi as having TERRIBLE music taste, like... with him being an actual Juggalo LMFAOOO, so I definitely think this fits his awful, edgelord vibes with him never being allowed to control the radio kjdkfadlkadksls....

And ALSO ALSO... of the same vein being that you gave me an excuse... yes Spinner is fuckable and I would fuck him. No, I will not elaborate.

#spinner is my way into the league of villains #he's such a simp i know he is #he's so whippable i just want to boss him around #and i want dabi to take me to an icp concept now #i dont recommend their songs at all but... the lyrics fit him and i have examples. just trust me #literally tho dont be ashamed about having cringe music taste i literally listen to the my little pony soundtrack #JFADSFJALDKSJFALSDJ #my music taste is a mess #ily tho and forgive u for liking a suicide squad song tho #i am mildly impressed that i dont hate it #ask #anon #caitie chats #league of villains

[kpopgerapitico]

Song of the Week

Lots of idol stuff this week, so let’s get into.

Honorable Mentions:

The song that makes me the most confused this week goes to Love Me Once Again. It is 90s boy group ballad coming out in the year 2021 of our lord, fully in English on a Korean music YouTube channel. Starring Yun Min Soo, and BOYS II MEN?!?!?!! I’m thoroughly confused, and also it is a 90s power ballad, which sounds so like the 90s that it makes me think it is just a song I missed, and not a new track.

Rain Song has the traditional Epik High beat, and a dreamy feel like some of their more somber work previously. I like the chorus with Colde, but not the verse quite as much, no matter how much I love Tablo. I’m impressed how consistent Epik High has been for years (over a decade?), but I do sometimes get tired of so many songs with such a similar feel. Also, I can’t take Tukutz playing piano seriously. I’ve seen too many interviews where he has maybe half a braincell, so seeing him be serious is hard.

DPR Live may not always be my style, but damn if DPR on the whole doesn’t have some of the best MVs in Korea by a long shot. Every single one has a distinctive style that is kept throughout. Yellow Cab is psychedelic filters over bright colors in just slightly strange sets. And when the color is pulled, it is for a reason. If you haven’t seen a DPR video before, this is a decent place to start, and while not my style, the track is good as well.

Idk if Break Ice is an idol track or not, because technically Second Wife Kim DaBi is the lead on it, but ITZY features heavily. I think the start of the chorus is interesting, and the rest didn’t keep my attention.

Idol Roundup:

- Chase by Dongkiz: This is a little too cute for me, but the bass-y synth chorus is pretty cool

- Hello Future by NCT Dream: I really like the chorus, but the rest feels like filler to get between the choruses, and the video confuses me.

- Xtra by AleXa: She still isn’t my thing I think. BM is just there though, which is a nice bonus

- 13IVI by BM: I want to like this more than I do. Look at him go tho.

- Free Pass by DRIPPIN: Very cute, and not a whole lot else

- Veronica by ONEWE: Another sweet summer track, only this time with band vibes

- Vamos by OMEGA X: Feels kind of ATEEZ-ish, but not quite as pushed conceptually.

- Moonlight by BDC: Very vibey if that is a style you like. I don’t mind the chorus, which is a bit lusher, but the rest is not for me

- Tesseract by CIX: IDK why there is a video for the 1:28 of this track (nevermind, its on another site that I’m not going to search for)

- Pool Party by Brave Girls: Their voices are incredibly over processed in this. I know everyone in kpop is autotuned, but usually I can ignore it

So, I may be a little bit biased for this whole track, because it is produced by Bang Yongguk, who I love very much, but Damage is surprisingly decent? Just B is definitely a debut group, and you can tell in the video. The track though has some really nice moments. The start of the hook is really cool, and the delayed drop in the chorus adds a cool half beat of expectations. I also really like the silence or near silence spliced in throughout the track. It is a more interesting debut than a lot I have seen this year.

I hope the chorus of PTT grows on me, because the rest of LOONA’s newest track has me hooked. I love the percussion heavy instrumentation, and letting their voices hold nearly all of the melody, I know that the super hard hitting chorus is the new thing (tracks like Next Level come to mind), but I have yet to really like one. They definitely get stuck in your head, but I’ve never had one last longer than that. Everything else though it pretty damn great, and I’ll give the chorus a pass for all of the rest.

I love seeing really experienced groups pull off tracks that younger groups could never touch, because the feel is just way way too mature. You aren’t going to catch a freshly debuted group with a song like Make (or Make It? I’m not sure what the English title actually is). You need experience to be casually sexy and have it not come off as insincere, which 2PM has in spades. I like the jazzy brass mixed in. I like the chorus and hook. I like Taecyeon getting to sing a deep part. My biggest problem is that a group with 3 guys who have acted quite a bit can’t seem to act their way out of a paper bag the whole video. They stare at the female lead with negative energy or interest, and she does the same back. I guess props to her professionalism for standing so close to so much 2PM and surviving, but damn. If you want a way better video for it, watch the relay dance from M2, it is way more fun.

#sotw #2pm make #13 idol tracks this week yall #its a lot

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Massive tris info dump : timeline.

I don't know how to do the cut off thingy so this is gonna be a long post.

Let's start at well the start! I've had tris or at least different versions of them for around seven years now dating back to id say 2014. I'll try and make sub headers for different versions and I'll add drawings in a reblog if I find any!! This timeline doesn't include every version only the main ones and ones I can remember.

Elemental powers : Jack - male (2014)

Jack was a student at my school that had elemental powers ( fire ,ice ,water, wind and so on). However other people ( heavily based off of irl friends at the time ) also did but they only had one of the elements so one person would have fire and one ice etc.

Jack was male with short Brown hair and Brown eyes and for some reason he had a hover board. The elemental powers probably came from the fact that I was watching lego ninjago at the time which also had characters with elemental powers. He ( of course ) had a dark side in which he would spontaneously cause destruction. This side of him could be triggered by playing a certain song ( can't remember what it was tho ).

I ( me or even a character based off of me ) was not in this version of the universe. Might be due to low self esteem issues at the time :(. Jack was of course the protagonist and he would set up all kinds of fun things for him and the other characters to do. The things they did that I can remember are: make a whole city from food and eat it, have hover board races, save the world from an intergalactic army etc.

Marvel phase : Jacqueline Callister - female (2015 - 2017)

It was near this time I decided to switch the gender so it would relate more to me at the time ( I was female at this point ). Jacqueline was based heavily off of the winter soldier who was my favourite marvel character at the time. She was another brain washed hydra assassin with two metal arms (black with a cyan star - basically invert the colours of Bucky's arm). She had a similar uniform but with a more prominent muzzle that covered her nose and mouth. She still had Brown hair (long) but now had heterochromia -if that's how you spell it- one blue eye and one green.

Her family had sold her to hydra with the promise of money but we're instead killed by hydra after they handed her over. Jacqueline had powers already which included a minor healing power and she could also make people explode ( idk either ). She would fight the avengers with bucky during tws and civil war. After the events of civil war, Jacqueline didn't become an avenger but instead got therapy and opened a flower shop with her female "friend" ( me being a closeted bi lmao).

(She also fought in ww2 and was shipped over from Britain to be a nurse. Also wore her hair in a bun!)- Notes after editing and rereading

My hero academia phase (ver 1) : Jacqueline Markov - female (2018-2020)

This is the first version of the my hero phase in which Jacqueline was a UA student. Quirks varied over time but mainly :

A healing quirk

A quirk that absorbed kinetic energy and she could redistribute it ( worked similar to the black panther suit )

A ghost quirk with which she could phase through walls, float and was practically immortal

Jacqueline was a 1a student and was friends with jirou and bakugou mainly. They were a UA traitor at one point as she was given food and shelter by the league in exchange for information she would gather. This version was pretty boring compared to the later one in my opinion and I much prefer the self insert I made - which had metal legs and metal bending.

Markov was a reference to yuri's book in ddlc called the portrait of markov- reread notes

(Ver 2) : Tris Markov - non-binary_they/them (later 2020-now)

Tris is a villain in the league because they see that hero society is corrupt and wants to restart society to better fit the league's ideals. Tris has a quirk which passes on any injury they sustain onto another being however this is hard to control so Tris normally opts for just choosing which person. There are a few loopholes however that include drowning and other similar methods of injuring/killing that won't trigger their quirk.

Tris's main rival hero is Miruko. Other things to note: missing left hand ( was tragically cut off before quirk has manifested), massive inferiority complex but also a minor superiority complex (similar to me and nagito haha), Tris is the youngest of three children however her older brother (eldest) is dead, Tris sustained abuse from both parents but mainly her father, very tall like 6"5 tall, gets along well with dabi ( well decently enough for dabi).

I had made Tris non-binary before I realised that I identified a lot with it too!!

Honourable mentions:

That one fnaf phase (2018) , the narnia phase (2013) and the most recent danganronpa phase ( which I don't think I've developed enough yet to warrant a section)

Please feel free to send asks about Tris I love talking about them !!

#Oc #tris #Long post #infodump #Abuse mention #just in case

[inkykeiji]

beware by deftones just screams dabi. his whole being just screams 'beware'.

YES YES YES OH MY GOD YES ANON I AGREE!!!!!! especially the first verse hehehe but i also love that this song has a recurring (narrative/thematic) motif of water and dabi’s fire......... v nice v nice hehehe but you’re 100% right, dabi himself screams beware; literally everything about him is like be careful! live wire! he’ll shock u real bad if u touch him

#i love this song so much #just the vibes in general #i can't even explain it #like the way it makes me feel????? #deftones is just great #but anyway WAAAAAH ANON LITERALLY #the whole song has such DABI energy #I CAN'T EVEN EXPLAIN IT LITERALLY WORDS ARE FAILING ME SPECTACULARLY TODAY BLAAAAH #maybe it's because it evokes a mood that can't exactly be explained #i dunno i dunno what i DO know is i agree with u #thank you so much for sharing this with me!!!!! #i hope your week goes fantastically <333 please stay safe stay hydrated!!! #clari gets mail #inky.bb

[bnha-ramblings]

Shigaraki?

Fav thing: chaotic gremlin villain

Least fav thing: his maturity in the beginning but he’s matured soooooo much from then

Fav line:

brOTP: love brOTP w villain! Deku, Toga, and Kurogiri

OTP: Shigadabi is my shit 💜💙💜💙💜💙

nOTP: don’t really have a set one

Random headcanon: TRANS SHIGGY and he has special gloves for his lover (cough cough Dabi cough cough) (idea from Shigadabi fic called the Violinist I think??? Remind me to link it)

Unpopular opinion: he’s pretty in a VERY unconventional way

Song I associate: See me in a crown 👑

Fav pic:

I just love his chaotic energy throughout this whole sequence

Masterlist

#my hero academia #mha #boku no hero academia #bnha #send me characters #send me ships #todoroki touya #dabi #spicy leather bag #lov #league of villains #shigadabi #shigaraki tomura #shimura tenko #crusty boi

[imagines-mha]

MHA Shie Hassaikai Arc ending review

⚠️ BTW: THIS CONTAINS SPOILERS ⚠️

THE VILLAIN CAR CHASE SCENE????? THAT WAS THE BIG DICK ENERGY WE ALL NEEDED

Like Shiggy’s face? GOD’S REAL.

The overhaul’s arms scene REALLY gave me goosebumps like the way Tomura kicked his stretcher?? The raw power in he, dabi and compress’ faces when Kai was rendered utterly helpless beneath them???? Poetic cinema.

This was all for u big sis mag rip my love

MR. COMPRESS’ BIG DRAMATIC BOW BEFORE GETTING INTO THE VAN ??? US COMPRESS STANS WERE FED.

NOT TO MENTION HIS F A C E!!!!!

POUR ONE OUT FOR OUR BOY SPINNER DOIN THE DRIVING THERE’S NO OTHER MAN I’D TRUST

AND DABI WITH HIS MOTION SICKNESS BABYBOY ILY

When shiggy took off his hand it was over for us all the animators gave him too much power

Just thAT WHOLE scene i will NEVER stop talkin about it

Ok lmao ngl i cried out loud when the Hassaikai got arrested they dnt deserve this pls

Like y was Rappa taken he has done nothin wrong in his life ur honour

Tbh seeing Hari Kurono be arrested lookin so sad kinda hit me like he didn’t even get to say bye to kai ok i’m cryin at that

Seeing the precepts so sad really broke mi heart but that’s what Overhaul gets for bein a cunt so 🤷‍♀️

The way Tamaki cradled Mirio was smth else all together it’s called true love

When Tamaki called Tsuyu “miss ribbit”

Y was the big nighteye scene SO SAD i literally felt like i was standing there next to him in the hospital bed it was SO HEAVY BUT SO AMAZING

Like the Mirio bit was HEART BREAKING.

Fun trivia fact: he died smiling #off2crynowbrb

Fr hearing the opening and ending song for the final time was a very big sad time™️

Seein Aizawa first interact w Eri WAS SO CUTE HE STOPPED HER QUIRK BUT LIKE???? AW.

And the best part of the whole ass episode:

Shouji Mezo’s in the preview ur all welcome :))

#my hero academia #mha season 4 #eri my hero academia #spoilers #mha season 4 spoilers #bnha #shigaraki tomura #league of villains #mr compress #spinner mha #mirio togata #sir nighteye #overhaul #shie hassaikai #hari kurono

[lunaresolis]

#3 for dabihawks!! :D

A breathy demand: “Kiss me” - and what the other person does to respond.

*set after the current arc, so light manga spoilers? I guess?

★

The feather is sharp at his throat. 

It’s the tiniest pinprick of discomfort, something felt only distantly, like a half forgotten song he heard passing a bar last week, or a nursery rhyme from his youth. It’s a phantom pain, more than anything, with most of the nerve-endings in his neck long since ruined, nothing more than tattered, shredded remains—not unlike his soul, really. 

Dabi leans into it, aware from the way a golden gaze flickers down to it and widens, dramatically, that he’s probably going to get blood on his shirt.  Considering this is his last good one, even with the holes sprinkled along the hem, it’s sort of annoying. But worth it, given the opportunity it presents.

And he never passes up a chance to ruffle the hero’s feathers.

His smirk is dangerous and sharp, pulling at the staples by his lips. “What’s the matter, birdie? Worried about little old me?”

(He’d come home, bones aching, his unblemished skin a dull pink and warm to the touch after a long, gruelling fight with that ice-wielding asshole, to find Hawks camped out in the shadows of his shitty apartment, framed by the setting sun and itching for a fight. Something he absolutely, positively, did not have the energy to deal with after the clusterfuck of a day he’d had.

The hero never stepped foot in here—almost never—because it was crossing a line the bird just wasn’t comfortable with, no matter the lies he sang to sell his indenture to the League. So they met on the roof, three blocks south in the bustling heart of Osaka, purposely ignorant of the balcony he’d seen Dabi smoking on weeks ago.)

Hawks’ wings flare, the tips of his feathers fluttering in the light breeze from the glass door he snuck in through. His brows furrow, casting shadows over the rest of his face. “You scheduled a meeting, and then missed it.” His tone is light and airy, bordering on reproachful. “I thought you were fucking with me.”

“Didn’t you catch the news?” They’d been all over it, by the end. Haggard, bleeding faces and the utter destruction Shigaraki (and Dabi himself) had left in his wake plastered all over every channel, every broadcast, every scrap of social media the Meta Liberation Army (and what a joke of a name that was, even coming from the commander of the Vanguard Action Squad) could get their grimy paws on. They’d recorded the whole shitfest, and then aired it posthumously. “I was a little busy.”

“Yeah, I saw,” Hawks grumbles, his eyes flicking back up to meet Dabi’s, then slipping down slowly, liquid honey dripping from a spoon, roaming carefully over every new blister, every fresh scab where a staple should be. “That’s why I’m here.”

Something hot and vicious flares in his gut, because Hawks’ gaze has finally stopped—on his mouth. 

Dabi’s grin turns positively wicked, and the hero’s eyes snap up, widening as he realizes he’s been caught red-handed. Literally. 

This isn’t the first time Dabi’s noticed him staring. And typically, he’d dismiss it as ridiculous, that the bright, shiny bird would ever want anything like that from someone like him. But this is the first time he’s been up close and personal to see it happen; to watch a dark, hungry lust blow out Hawks’ pupils in a way he just can’t ignore. At least, not anymore.

“Oh, so you were worried about me.” His voice is cloyingly sweet, overly saccharine. Candy in a trap laid out for a fly. He leans closer to the blond, feeling his stuttered breath against his running mouth and ruined face. “I’m flattered, birdie.”

“Shut up,” Hawks hisses, and his fingers dig harder into Dabi’s shoulder, pressing him against the wall where he’d cornered him upon his return, demanding answers.

But Dabi’s never been a fan of making it easy for the hero, and he certainly isn’t going to start now that he’s seen something Hawks wants, dangling tantalizing out of reach.

He drags his tongue across his lower lip, slow and languid in a way that catches the razor-sharp gaze watching his every move. It digs into cut in the middle of his flesh just enough to sting, to have his breath catching in his throat as he swallows a hiss, flirting with danger and hero alike. 

“Kiss me,” he says, the words barely whispered into the heavy quiet hanging between them.

Hawks’ eyes widen like saucers, a doe-eyed deer caught in the headlights. There’s the barest flutter of the feather against Dabi’s throat, the lightest shake of the hero’s typically steady hand. “What?” He looks like Dabi’s asked him to kill a man, or something, and he’s sure there’s an irony in that.

“Kiss me,” he repeats, this time his tone leaving no room for debate. A demand, with far less nonchalance than he typically wears as a badge. “You want me to shut up, birdie? Then make me. That’s what you want, isn’t it?”

“What are you talking about?” He squawks, distressed. 

“I’ve seen the way you look at me, hero.” There’s a teasing lilt to his voice, a smug grin across his waiting lips, but Dabi’s serious. “The way your eyes linger when you think I’m not looking. The way you pay close attention when I smoke.”

This time, when he leans closer, the feather isn’t there to stop him, the resistance at his throat entirely gone. It’s dropped away from him, forgotten and unneeded. His mouth is barely a breath from Hawks’ lips. “You want a taste?”

“And what about what you want?” Hawks says, an attempt to put himself back on equal footing, to even the odds in a game he’s sorely losing. His wings flutter, dropping slightly, and there’s a dusting of red across his cheeks to match them. 

Dabi looks down at him from beneath hooded eyes, his fingers itching to close the gap between them, to twist in Hawks’ hair, or slip beneath his ridiculous outfit, the hunger to touch all too pressing now that he’s on the edge of this cliff. But he won’t make the first move. He won’t dare lay a hand on the hero without making him beg for it, first. 

“You.”

He feels more than sees Hawks inhale far too sharply, watching the gold of his eyes disappear around orbs of black. He feels the heavy press of Hawks’ body against his, the cool tile of the wall at his back. 

And then Hawks crashes their mouths together, and Dabi feels every insistent, hungry plea the other man has to offer him. With vicious delight ballooning in his chest, he responds wholeheartedly.

#dabihawks #hotwings #kisses prompts #*fic #my writing #kandayuu #otp: i wish we'd met before they convinced you life is war

[imagineabrighterworld]

Bittersweet Tragedies

Pt. 1 // Dead to Me

A/N: The first part of a series of writings based on Melanie Martinez songs, and my own want for Dabi interacting with a child ^^; The reader will have many more interactions with him as time goes on (and maybe even some interactions with heroes)

The vigilante Phantasma was no more. Leaving you and your little sister motherless.

You always felt cold, something you got from your father, but this cold was penetrating in a way you could only describe as being stabbed.

Over and over.

Phantasma was an outlaw, and no one missed those. They were the villains of the hero world. Someone people didn’t tend to miss, someone you werent supposed to root for. So when you returned home to your sister with the news, you knew she would only find comfort in you. No one else would mourn your mother.

For a whole night, you both lay in her bed, curled up and clinging to each other, craving a warmth you knew would never return. But after that, you knew you had to be the one to step up to the plate.

You were 23 and your sister the fragile age of six. Without you, what would she have?

"Kiko."

She lifts her head, eyes still red from hours of crying. Yukiko wipes her eyes.

"Y-Yea?"

"We're going to be okay." You assure her, placing a hand on her back. "I'm gonna call one of mommy's friends so we can get some help. Do you want to go with me?"

"But.." She sniffles. "I have school."

"Ah. Alright. Come, let's get ready for school, I'll take you." You wait for her to sit up before helping her get dressed, using a damp napkin to wipe away the trails of tears on her cheeks. Fifteen minutes later you stand outside of her school, the bell already ringing for her to get to class, your hand cold without hers to warm it.

With nothing left to do you take your mother's phone out and click on a familiar icon. A weasel.

Holding the phone to your ear, your chest lightens as the line is picked up.

"Hey Uncle Kagero, I.. I need some help."

---

Walking beside Kagero Okuta, or Giran as he prefered to be called for business purposes, made you uneasy. It wasn't him personally, in fact, he was one of your favorite people that came into your life because of your vigilante mother. No, this unease was due to the man following the two of you.

Twice was his name. He argued with himself, which unnerved you. Men in general made you nervous, especially the ones that yelled.

"Sorry about my friend here, he's going through a rough patch." Giran removes the cigar from his mouth, waving it around as he guides you through tight alleyways. "It's not his fault, he's just-"

"AN ANIMAL! Heroic! Suave! STOP THAT EH?! Amazing."

"Like that." He snorts.

You shake your head. "It's fine." In any case, you move just an inch closer to the older man.

Giran was an old friend of your mothers, someone she went to for information or for new tech. Often times she took you with her to see him, and often times he would give you whatever he had on him at the time. Ranging from lollipops to broken parts of machinery. It fascinated you as a child, seeing him pull out all sorts of items from his pockets.

Now you saw him in less of an innocent light, but you didnt hate him either. Work was work.

Speaking of.

"What kind of work were you thinking when you said you could find me a job?"

"Nothing terrible." He inhales deeply, exhaling a mouthful of smoke. "You like to dance, right?"

"More or less."

"Something like that. I know a guy who pays good money for people with quirks like yours. It'll keep you and Kiko fed."

A job that relied on your quirk.. Well, it wasn't the worst news you could have heard. And if it would keep your sister comfortable, you would do it.

The three of you stop in front of a rundown bar, the windows boarded up and it's sign hanging haphazardly to the left.

"So, why are we here?"

"To meet the gang! TO DIE! Shigaraki wants to meet you! SHUT UP!"

You turn around to look at Twice. "Shigaraki? The League of Villains guy?" You'd heard of him through the news. The attack on the USJ was still spoken of despite it being weeks ago. "I didnt realize his base would look like.. This."

The man narrows his eyes, looking ready to tear you in half before he stops and taps his foot on the floor. "It's fucked up- but give it a shot! It's cool inside! UGLY AS fuck." He ends in a small voice, hugging himself as he rushes in through the doors. You could hear him say something, presumably to the rest of the people inside.

A hand is placed against your back. You look to your right, seeing Giran look down at you before nodding towards the door.

"In you go kid."

Nodding, you step up to the now open doors and find yourself in a rather well taken care of room. It was a bar with crystal scones and furniture you werent expecting to see in a place that looked like it's outside survived a nuke.

Several people waited inside, either standing or sitting. With one look, you instantly knew who the leader was. But with another look, you couldn't help your eyes being glued to another man.

He had his head resting on crossed arms, his skin held together by staples. He was asleep, but it didnt stop you from looking at him a second more before turning to the leader.

Shigaraki.

Standing in the center of them all was a person who could turn you to ash without breaking a sweat. You would be nervous were it not for Giran's presence. You trusted him enough to know he wouldn't let you die tonight.

"So, you're the one Giran has been talking about." His voice grates against your ears. "The amplifier."

Amplification. Emotional or physical. Your quirk was.. Useful. Amplifying calm, strength, passion, happiness, nearly anything. It had its uses.

"We've already worked out the details. Should you come through on your end." He saunters forward, stopping just short of you.

From where you stood, staring up at him, trying to look past the hand covering his face, you had the from feeling that this bargain would force you to toe the line your mother had danced on for decades.

Vigilante? Or villain.

"Amplify his healing."

Shigaraki points to the now awake man covered in deep purple scars. The man's eyes burned into yours, a bright, blazing blue.

He flashes you a smirk as he moves off of the seat. Unlike Shigaraki, he stays where he is by the bar, but not too close to the alcohol lining the shelves.

You fidget nervously. "Just his healing?"

Shigaraki narrows his eyes, his fingers curling into a slow fist. "Just. Healing."

"Will it be a problem babe?" The man chuckles. "I thought we were getting someone impressive."

While his voice was pleasing to the ears, it wasn't enough to discourage your annoyance.

"It's just fine, pretty boy."

He lifts a brow, the smirk on his face widening, pulling at the staples on his face.

He opens his arms as blue flames engulf him head to toe, skin taking on a deeper hue as it begins to burn. "Give it your best shot babe."

Oh how you wanted to amplify his pain receptors. Oh how you wanted to wipe the smug expression off of his face.

But Yukiko needed you to get this job.

Your pupils dilate as you focus solely on the flaming man before you. Your body takes over as you feel the barest trace of energy radiating from him, tugging on it as you allow your quirk to latch onto him and do its work.

His expression changes ever so slightly as his skin stops it's burning and reverts back to its previous appearance. It wasn't healed fully, but it most definitely was not getting any worse.

"Interesting." Shigaraki speaks from beside you. A little too close for your liking.

You step closer to Giran who puts a hand on your shoulder. "I told you they could do it." He ducks his head slightly. "Good job kid."

Shigaraki nods absentmindedly, already mumbling plans that you already knew you wanted no part of. But you already signed away that piece of you.

Whatever he wanted you to do, you would do. For Kiko.

"Consider yourself hired." He acknowledges you after his compatriot puts out his flames, said companion now making his way to you. "Dabi will be your guard. Treat them well." Shigaraki adds, tapping Dabi on the arm with two fingers.

"Of course." Dabi stands in front of you, looking down at you with that same smug smirk. "Looks like you’re stuck with me babe."

No.

No.

You step forward, ignoring the smell of ash wafting from him. "You've got it all wrong."

He cocks a brow.

"You are stuck with me."

His grin only widens.

#bnha #mha #bnha x reader #mha x reader #dabi x reader #bnha dabi #mha dabi #bnha dabi x reader #mha dabi x reader #bittersweet tragedies #bittersweet tragedies pt 1