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'count for me' (3.8k) touya todoroki / dabi x female reader

warnings: punishments, shibari, blowjob, face fucking, rough sex, squirting, degrading, some praise, dabi is mean to reader, spanking, minor burning/branding, it's all consensual.

➼ 'kinktober 2022 masterlist'

Dabi was not a patient man.

He never had been, and most likely never will be. He figured it came with the price of what happened with his family and everything that came after. It was just a side effect, this need to be in the know about everything. But most of all, he was not a patient man when it came to being ignored.

He loathed it.

Black hair fell away from shrouded blue eyes as he tilted his head to the side, a knee propped up with an arm draped over as he twirled a knife between hands that were trained for this sort of thing. His eyes were sparkling with something, something like mischief but mostly a burning type of lust. This wasn't anything new for the two of you, but it had never, ever, been used as a form of punishment.

"Gonna say you're sorry yet, doll?" he taunted, a mean grin spreading across a scarred face as his eyes darted from the way your eyes narrowed and then down to your lips. Or rather, the gag that was in your mouth preventing you from saying anything. It was a mean question, he knew you'd babble your apologies the second you were asked to. "No? That's a shame."

He gets up from the edge of the bed, now starting to walk towards you with nothing but confidence in each and every step he takes. He's pleased with himself, you can tell, with the way he's practically peacocking around you when he drags his hand along the ropes that had been pressing into your arms for the best part of 30 minutes now.

This position was a new one, normally Dabi would have you on the bed with your arms and legs bound in different positions. But never had he made it so you were hardly touching the floor, held up by the beautiful red rope that was attached to the large metal hoop hanging from the thick wooden beam that ran through the bedroom. Just your toes were touching the floor, whilst your entire body was bent forward at the hip and your arms pulled backwards and up behind your back. The strain on your shoulders was unbelievable but the palpable tension in the room, and between your thighs, was enough to squash the need to complain about it.

Dabi continued to prowl around you, circling you like a shark would with its prey. You didn't feel any different from prey in the current situation, you were the only one who was completely naked whilst the leather of his jacket crinkled when he'd raise an arm to brush fingers against a small part of your skin.

Finally, he rounded back around in front of you. He abandoned the knife at some point you realised when he places both of his hands on either side of your head, tilting your head uncomfortably upwards to meet his gaze. His eyebrows twitched a little at the discomfort you must've had written on your face but he couldn't cave in just yet, he had to punish you after all for 'ignoring' him.

"I thoroughly remember telling you to never ignore my calls," his voice is stern, yet it remains low and deep. His eyes never leave yours and he can just see that you're hanging off of his every word, you're almost in the perfect headspace for him to do what he needs to do. And that is to fuck you into submission, to remember the reason why you can't just ignore his calls. "Do you remember me saying that to you, beautiful?" he waits until he sees you nod, the best you can anyway in the awkward position he was holding you in.

He doesn't respond much, a gentle hmm and a downward twitch of his lips. He was upset with you, and your stomach twisted uncomfortably. The warmth of his hands vanished from either side of your head, and you watched as he peeled off his jacket when he walked back towards the bed. His back was to you, giving you the perfect view of the way his entire back flexed and moved when he tugged off the white shirt he was wearing. He was in his full villain getup, and all because he thought you had been taken by some hero when you didn't answer his calls. He was going to fight for you.

You hadn't even meant to ignore him, it was a complete accident. You had left the burner phone Dabi had given you with just his phone number at home, you only had gone to the store to get something for dinner that night. It was a complete chance that you had walked through the door when he was preparing to burn down the city in search of you. At first, he seemed relieved you were seemingly unharmed, albeit a little shaken up to see the notorious villain standing in your living room in his full getup with smoke pouring from clenched hands.

The sound of metal hitting the floor pulled you from your thoughts, Dabi had finally turned around to look at you again. Eyebrow arched as he observed the way you were watching him. The belt from his trousers was gone, button and fly undone enough to show the black boxers and trail of stark white hair that vanished beneath the band. At last, he started to make his way back over towards you, a single hand carding through your hair to push it away from your face just enough to see the way you were looking up through your lashes at him. It was a sight he saw often but every time it made his toes curl in his boots and stomach tighten in knowing what was to come when you give him that look.

"Gonna be a good little slut and do your job, yeah?" and you nod for him because you are going to be his good little slut for him. You think you'd do anything for him if it came to it. "Good girl," he purrs whilst his other hand manoeuvres easily to remove the hard length of his cock that had been straining against the tightness of his boxers. You never fail to feel woozy at the sight of his cock, it was impressively long and just the right thickness, the kind of thickness that wouldn't be too hard to take but would still feel you feeling impossibly full. His fingers slip along the side of the gag you were wearing, letting it drop with an obscene amount of spit that had been gathering behind the gag.

You aren't given the moment of relief for your jaw to stop aching as he positions himself again in front of you. He doesn't have to say much else, tapping the tip of his cock against your bottom lip to have your tongue loll out and welcome him into the wet warmth of your mouth. He hisses at the relief of finally having something wrapped around his cock, letting his hips roll shallowly back and forth to work you up to what he has in store for you. "Fuck, will never get tired of this pretty mouth of yours." he groans deep when your tongue moves against his cock, pressing against the vein that was throbbing.

His hands return to your head, brushing both of them along your cheeks and then into the back of your head to gather up your hair as best he can in one of his hands. You immediately look up at him, you know exactly what that's for and you have a feeling it's not going to be a scenario where you're offered the chance to breathe. And Dabi can see that exact realisation in your eyes as he grins a little, staples shifting a little at the doe-look you were offering him. "Told you doll, you're gonna be a good slut for me and take it."

And just like that, with a tightened grip on your hair, he's thrusting his hips forward harshly to bury your nose against the barbell piercing he has on his pubic bone nestled in white hair. Immediately it burns, your throat constricting and your eyes watering at the pressure as he just holds himself there. A low moan bubbles in his throat, and you can feel the warmth of his hands against your scalp as he forces you impossibly closer as if you could somehow swallow his cock whole.

He pulls back, finally, letting a moment for you to cough before he starts actually fucking your mouth. You've been through this enough times with Dabi to know to breathe through your nose, ignoring the sting of tears as they trickle down your cheeks and drip onto the old wooden floorboards that squeaked with each and every thrust of his hips. You just have to endure it, last until he gets too close to cumming when he finally backs off.

Squeezing your legs together whenever he moans has your own eyes rolling back, it felt like your clit was red hot and throbbing more than it ever had before. The small relief was enough to forget about the burn of the ropes that were around your breasts, squeezing them uncomfortably between beautiful binding. That was until Dabi reaches a hand down and the heat of his fingers have you choking on his cock, saliva dripping from the corner of your lips and Dabi has the audacity to snicker at the way you glare up at him, trying to somehow swing yourself away from him but it's no use. He made sure you could hardly touch the floor for a reason.

You gasp the second he pulls fully out of your mouth, taking in gulping breaths that are just immediately coughed back up all the whilst Dabi smears the saliva and precum mixture along your lips and your cheeks before finally tapping the tip of his cock a little against your lips. You don't expect him to apologise, and he doesn't, as he backs away from you and walks around you until you feel that familiar warmth on the back of your thighs and ass. It's silent for a moment, just the sound of your heaving breaths.

Before you yelp, along with the sound of skin meeting skin. You can feel exactly where each and every finger hit your ass, where the staples will leave little bruises in lines along your skin and you can't even begin to think about how painful it'll be to sit down. His large hands gently smooth over the area, the warmth making you writhe and try to buck your hips away from him—of course, it doesn't work.

"Do you know how long you had me worried for you?" his voice is raspy, your only tell that he's just as turned on as you. His blunt fingernails drag up and down the side of your thighs, squeezing at the fat of your ass as he waits for your answer.

A slap to your other ass cheek has you jolting in place, it's somehow gentler than the other—a warning. "N-No! I don't know!" you spit, blinking away the tears the best you can. You don't miss the way he tuts, kissing his teeth a little.

"Two hours," you try to focus on his words, but he's currently dragging a single too-hot finger along the outline of the handprint that you're certain is already risen on your skin. "So for that, you'll get a spank for every ten minutes of my time you wasted because you were stupid enough to forget the one thing I told you to always keep on you."

Two hours, for even ten minutes... that's something like twelve strikes. Your toes curl immediately at the realisation, it sounded like a small amount on paper but they wouldn't be half-assed. Dabi wasn't the type of person to skimp out on something like punishment. "You remember what you have to do?"

"Count for you."

He doesn't miss a beat, "And? What's the safeword?"

"Sashimi."

"So you do know how to remember something." he taunts, you know he's only being mean for the sake of the mood he's setting but you also know deep down that he is deeply hurt by the fact you could've been taken, or worse, killed. He'll never admit it but he cares about you, some might say a bit too much.

You keep quiet, figuring silence is perhaps the best option when Dabi was feeling as volatile as he is tonight. You knew he would never gravely hurt you, the only pain he ever inflicted on you was purely for sexual intentions. The warmth vanishes from behind you for a moment, the lack of his hands on you making you tense up in anticipation. Dabi was never one for pre-warnings.

Smack.

It's light, not quite as harsh as it could be but you know he's building up to it. "One, thank you." you huff out, a large hand soothing over the area that he had just struck. There's a second where his hand leaves, and then he strikes again on the opposite side. Your entire body jolts, the pinch of his staples against your skin making you whine. "Two, thank you!"

"Ten more to go." is what he offers before he continues to deliver strike after strike against your skin, each time getting harsher than the last until you were trying to squirm away from him, trying to do anything to avoid the white-hot staples that'd hiss and burn against your skin for the split second they'd have contact. Dabi wasn't being reckless however, his eyes were solely trained onto your body, to see if you were just putting on a brave face instead of spitting the safe word but you never crumbled.

He was proud of you.

"T-Twelve, thank you..." you whimper, hot tears dripping from your face as you hung your head low, letting your body become limp against the ropes. Dabi was soothing his hands over your ass, down along your thighs where he had decided to strike instead to give your ass just a moment to breathe.

"Good girl, you did so well," he comments as his hands delicately stroke up along your thighs until he reached the apex of them. Using his thumbs, he spreads your pussy for him and the groan he let out was deep and long. "Oh fuck, you're soaked. You like it that much, huh? Guess you really are a slut." he mumbled to himself, eyes fixated on the way you were actually dripping, dribbling down along your thighs and spreading across his thumb when he rolled it over your slit to see your entire body jerk at the sudden stimulation.

"Gonna let me fuck this sloppy pussy now?" the warmth of his cock brushes against your heated thighs, you could feel how the tip was sticky and warm as it twitched against your skin. "Lemme show you just what happens to girls who ignore me."

Again, Dabi is not a man of patience. He wastes no time in grabbing the base of his cock, angling the tip against your slit and letting it slide up and down to watch the way your slick coated him so effortlessly. It wasn't a surprise just how easily he rolled his hips forward to slot himself deep inside of you, the wet squelch was obscene but the way he filled you, stretched you just the way you liked it and reached depths you could never reach with your fingers alone had you forgetting all about the embarrassment. The both of you moaning when he twitched deep inside of you, your walls fluttering around him almost immediately.

You must've really liked what he did to you.

His hands fit perfectly against your hips, pressing the rope deeper against your skin as he readied himself, rolling his bottom lip between his teeth when he glanced down to see the markings on your ass pressed flushed against his hips. The way he had bound your legs together had you tighter than usual, his fingers flexing against your sides before he started to slowly draw his hips back.

Instantly, the second his hips reconnected with your ass had you gasping. The shooting hot pain that radiated from the force behind his thrusts made you dizzy, black splotches dotting your eyes that you tried hard to blink away. Your hands twisted the best they could in the ropes, grabbing ahold of the main rope as something to just ground yourself as you withstood the brutal pace Dabi set immediately.

The slap of his hips against your ass had you near enough screaming, drool dripping from your parted lips and tears staining your heated cheeks. Your entire head felt like it was filled with cotton, all you could focus on was the delicious way the tip of Dabi's cock dragged right across the squishy spot deep inside of you sending tingling waves of pleasure from the base of your spine and straight to the tip of your head. You might've stood a chance of lasting longer than the raven-haired man if he didn't slither a scorching hand between your thighs to the best of his ability, and used two thick fingers to pinch at your clit. Hard.

You writhed in the hold he had on you, "D-Dabi, wait." you tried to push against him, just to get him to back off for a second. He didn't listen, nor did he wait. He continued his vicious pace, teeth gritting at the pressure that was starting to build up. "Touya!" you squealed, and finally Dabi withdrew from you entirely just in time to feel the warmth of your release hit against his pelvis, dripping over his bobbing cock and down his balls.

"Good fucking girl..." he drawled, a hand coming down against your pussy to try and see just how much he could push you over the edge, making your thighs tense up and the pain of overstimulation causing goosebumps to erupt along your arms and the back of your neck. Without wasting a second, he buried himself back to the hilt deep inside of you. Your walls still fluttering wildly around him, his lips parted in a silent groan as his eyes drifted down to look at the way he was fucking you.

The pattern on your ass rippling with each aggressive bump of his hips against your ass, the arousal that was covering every inch of his cock and soaking the white hairs at the base, all of it had his toes curling again in his boots as he fought off the urge to cum. He needed to last just a little longer, just enough to have you begging him to stop, crying that you'll never forget it again. Maybe it was a bit cruel, maybe a bit sadistic, but it didn't matter to Dabi. Not with the way your head tossed back, screaming his name.

"You're gonna do that one more time for me, got it?" a rhetorical question, you know that now. You will cum for him again, he will get you to squirt all over his cock no matter how much you protest about it. His hands slide along your sides, the warmth of his upper body pressing as much as it can against your back from the awkward angle your arms were held up in. The staples were still hot, making your hips bump back and up into his own eliciting a sinful moan to tumble from scarred lips.

His hands traced along the harness of rope across your chest until he found your tits, mean fingers grabbing the peaked nipples and tugging on them relentlessly as his cock pounded against your insides. "Cum for me, pretty girl, and I'll consider the punishment over." his voice is closer to your ear, the huff of his heavy panting breaths blowing your hair lightly. Did he mean it? Would it really be over—"Promise, I never break a promise." he laid a delicate kiss on the side of your bicep before recoiling back into his standing position, hands back on your hips to hold you in place.

The shift of his hips a little lower had your eyes rolling into the back of your head, eyelids fluttering as nonsensical ramblings about how good his cock felt inside of you, how you loved him, loved his cock, all the while Dabi feels like he might just combust on the spot if he holds back any longer. "Touya!" your voice an octave higher, your entire body tensing up as your thighs shook relentlessly from the oncoming orgasm.

This time Dabi didn't wait for you to push his cock from the confines of your pussy, instead, he pulls out in anticipation and replaces the length of his cock with his fingers. They curl downwards in the position you're held in, pressing just perfectly against the one spot that has you soaking the entirety of his palm. Dripping arousal coating his arm and dribbling down along his arm, you whined and cried as he continued to press against it to drain you of everything you had.

A slap to your clit has you jolting again, a rare soft laugh coming from behind you. "Good girl, 'm so proud of you." he says gently, rid of the persona of Dabi who was here to deliver punishment and replaced with the loveable Touya who would hold and kiss you gently. He pushed his cock back into your still throbbing walls, cooing gently when you tried to buck your hips away from him.

He was instantly much gentler, hands no longer gripping you but rather soothing over the bruises that were sure to be there in just a matter of hours. His thumbs brushed against the small burn marks from the staples on his hands, a tinge of guilt flooding his body at the fact you were a tiny step closer to being more like him. It's not much longer when you feel the twitch of his cock, throbbing against you before he's rolling his hips slowly out until just the tip of his cock is pressed to your entrance. His knuckles brush against the back of your thighs as he fists himself to completion, the low groan of your name has you clenching around nothing whilst he paints your pussy a pretty shade of white with his cum.

"You okay, angel?" he says when he rounds back around infront of you, leaning over you to untie knots you can't see.

"Yeah," your voice is hoarse and you attempt to clear it. "Just sore, think I wan' a bubble bath."

"I'll give you anything you want, let's get you out of this."

➼ 'kinktober 2022 masterlist' (also for anyone who didnt understand what position i meant, this is what i meant)

NO BRAKES ! ᯓ⭑ 1.2K wc. ft. dabi x f!reader

summary: oh, so you wanna ask him “is that all you’ve got?” while he’s balls deep inside you and see what happens? here’s a lil hint for you: he’s not gonna be very happy with you.

contains : explicit smut (18+), brat taming, overstimulation, mentions of squirting, pet names, teasing, creampie, cw blood (his staple tore a lil bit), slight cw degradation (calls u dumb, but he also calls u cute !!), his dick has piercings <3, hate sex ??

note : okk here’s my response to this thirst ! ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა

“look at you,” you hear dabi growl from just above you, his hand pushing your face deeper into your couch as soon as you’re trying to spit a slew of curses at him, “what’s the matter? that’s quite the face you’re making.”

his pace doesn’t falter, still relentless even when he’s jutting out his tongue to quickly swipe at the blood that’s begun to drip down the side of his mouth, the result of the way his lips are overly stretched in a scary smile— his mouth spreading a bit too far from the way he’s laughing at how you’re squealing underneath him. “s-shut up,” you try and bark back, voice trailing off into a loud gasp when he hits a particularly deep spot inside you, “it’s t-too much. you gotta.. gotta slow down..!”

“aww, you poor, poor thing,” he’s feigning sympathy, a terrible job at it— but the thumb that was previously pressing into your cheek a moment ago is now rubbing soothing circles against the skin. it does absolutely nothing to comfort you, only making your eyebrow twitch in annoyance at the mere thought.

“but.. i wouldn’t be complaining if i was you, little girl.”

you can smell the familiar scent of smoke as soon as he’s lowering himself to loom over you, the cold staples that line his chest now pressing against your back as you shiver. the movement has him suddenly reaching even deeper inside you, your eyes rolling further back into your skull when you feel a mixture of his cum and your juices spill out onto the fabric beneath you.

he was big enough as is… had already emptied himself inside you once tonight, got you completely filled up to the brim and yet you’re still somehow able to vividly feel the piercings lining his dick drag along your walls with each and every thrust.

the same walls he’s been so insistent on training. the same walls he’s always having to force to stretch out for him, make them open up and accommodate his thickness. it’s always been a mystery to him as to why you— down to your pussy, always act like such a fucking brat with him. just how many times has he taken you by now?

bent you over your couch, your table, he’s even taken you right on your welcome mat. but no matter how many times he buries his cock in you, he still has to spend his time working his fingers in you, get you all stretched out and ready to take him.

how much longer’s it gonna take for your pussy to ingrain the shape of his dick in its little mind?

he wants to make that happen tonight.

you hear dabi loudly grunt above you before he’s suddenly grabbing you by your face, fingers digging into your cheeks as he forces you to crane your neck and peer back of him, cock twitching when he sees you shoot him your best attempt a glare.

“ahh, still a fuckin’ brat,” he acknowledges, “looks like our practice has been helping your stamina.” his voice is steady and low, and if it wasn’t for the hungry and crazed look in his eyes— one you can easily recognize as the same look he gets when he wants to see you screaming and shaking under him.. you’d probably think he was bored otherwise.

“you know… if you didn’t have such a cute face,” he’s leaning in, and he has to stifle a laugh when your eyes flutter shut in expectance. oh— you cutie. did you really think he was about to give you a little kiss?

how adorable of you. so you really can be sweet sometimes.

there’s a tight squeeze to your cheeks to get you back to looking at him, your tired eyes meeting with his again as your lips are forcefully puffing out in a pathetic pout from his grip. “there you are. said that if you didn’t have that face, then it’d be my foot pushing your head down on that couch and not my hand.”

“consider yourself lucky.”

“..huh?” you ask incredulously, and he’s immediately taking back what he previously thought about you being sweet, not with that attitude you’re giving him. your voice is breathless, and he can tell your mind has already started to go dizzy from how good he feels, but you still have your pride if nothing else— much to dabi’s dismay. “y-you’d better not..” you’re panting now, “put your grimy feet anywhere near my face.”

he only laughs. god, he’d never even dream of ruining that pretty face.

“yea, yea,” he coos, abruptly letting go with a disappointed shrug of his shoulders as you yelp, hands coming to catch yourself as you fall back onto the couch. “not that it’d even matter, dollface… ‘s not gonna change the way you’re looking right now.”

he doesn’t give you a chance to retort, hands gripping around your hips now as he repeatedly pulls you back into him, bullying his achy cock into you over and over, ecstatic with the way you have to scramble to get a tighter grip on the couch, keep yourself braced and grounded so he doesn’t fuck you right off onto the floor.

and you’re being so loud. did you really even hate him? your neighbors wouldn’t think so. in fact, no one in a one mile radius would think so.

they would think you loved him.

“how cute— you’re already looking ruined,” there’s a subtle shake to his voice, a tell-tale sign that he’s starting to get close to his high, and the way he’s slamming so deep inside you is only a second confirmation of that. “completely ruined. how’s that feel?”

“‘m not,” you spit back, glare contorting to a lewd expression as soon as he finds the spot that’ll have you creaming in seconds. close. you were so close, and it’s always about now when he starts fucking you like you were nothing but a toy.

“yeah?” and you absolutely hate that you know him well enough to be able to tell that he’s grinning ear to ear at the way you’ve started to tremble under him, “you’d break into pieces if i took off the brakes.”

“but you asked for it huh? want me to destroy you and turn you into my dumb little cocksleeve?” he’s louder now, raising his voice so you can hear him over the shrieking sound of your moans, “don’t needa ask twice, doll. now shut that bratty mouth of yours up already.”

☆ ， SATIVA ! — takami keigo, todoroki toya

⊹₊˚. a simple sesh with your two closest friends in the league of villains—hawks & dabi—quickly turns into something else once you start smoking too.

word count ★ 4.4k

warnings ★ 18+ content — mdni, f! reader, smoking weed, mfm threesome, very subtle dabihawks, unprotected sex, oral [f&m giving/receiving], creampies, hawks has a crush on you, wing play, spitroast, squirting, hawks is a lil submissive

xoxo, juno ★ created because of this ask! i had so much fun writing & i spent forever trying to do this idea justice and i seriously hope i did. first ever ‘long’ fic so i pray this doesn’t flop hahaha please give me some feedback and rb/comment if you liked it <33

the sun sinks low in the sky, peeking over the horizon and casting orange rays of light through the torn curtains hanging over the hallway windows. finally being off the clock and done with patrols is always rewarding in its own way, but this is different — you’ve been invited to hang out in one of the more private rooms in the villa.

dabi and hawks had always proved to be an interesting duo: one a hero, the other a villain. as if their positions in society weren’t enough to stop them from becoming friends of some kind, they shared very different interests, tastes, and quirks.

however, the only thing they could seem to agree on was you — the three of you were inseparable, spending time together often, despite having very opposite personalities.

“hawks?” your voice is hushed, awkward as you push open a dusty door, unsure of its location. “dabi? you guys are in here, right? you better not be fucking with—”

“oh relax.”

“we’re right here, dove,” hawks’ sugary sweet voice draws a loud gag from dabi, mustered from the very depths of his soul.

you huff, stepping in and slamming the door.

“it stinks in here, what the hell is that?”

“lock the door,” dabi vaguely gestures behind you, lifting one of his legs over the other as he leans against the bottom of the beat up couch. in his lap sits a copy of the hardcover hawks can’t seem to stop reading, the meta liberation army book. his darkened fingers carefully sprinkle a smelly substance into a rolling paper, and his eyebrows furrow as he focuses.

hawks sees the confusion on your face. “dabi’s making magic over there.”

“you owe me, hawks. damn fiend.”

“i am not a fiend!” the blonde snaps his head to the side, crossing his legs tightly. “you suggested it and i agreed. i’ll chip in for your efforts, though.”

dabi cackles, sealing his creation with a delicate swipe of his tongue against the paper. vermillion wings ruffle in shameless interest, gold eyes locked onto dabi’s hands. not wanting to be the only one standing, you take a seat on the old couch, both of them on either side on the floor below you.

with no encouragement necessary, dabi pushes what looks like a thick cigarette between his lips and lifts a finger to light it.

“what is that?” you ask curiously, gesturing towards his lips.

“‘s a joint,” he mumbles in reply, lighting the end of it with a small blue flame.

“don’t disintegrate it now, dabi.”

“fuck off, bird brain. as if i can’t control my quirk.”

dabi inhales deeply, taking a long drag on the joint before pulling it from his lips and passing it to the man on the other side of you. curiously, you watch as hawks takes a small inhale, then hands it back to dabi.

“pacing yourself this time? that’s new for you.” dabi remarks, sharp teeth gleaming as he smiles. hawks scoffs, staying quiet although he looks away awkwardly.

“you know what weed does?” dabi rolls the joint back and forth between his lips, looking up at you from his spot on the floor.

“i-i’m not sure, i’ve never tried it before,” your voice falters and you clear your throat, fidgeting with your fingers. “what does it do?”

“it’ll get you high,” hawks offers simply.

“it does way more than that,“ dabi shoots him a glare and shakes his head. “it’s relaxing. it’ll make you feel different, in a good way.”

he turns to the side and exhales smoke, then offers you the joint. “come on, princess,” you’re watching the wisps of smoke dissipate in the air behind him before your attention snaps back to dabi. “i, for one, think you’ll come to like it.”

“aw, don’t pressure her, dabi.” hawks takes the joint from dabi with a mild glare, and shakes his head as he slips it between his lips. crimson wings flutter as he takes a deep, long hit and fills his lungs with smoke. dabi watches with a smirk, unable to hold in his laughter when his body trembles and he starts to cough, spewing smoke from his nose and mouth.

“you’re only talking like that cause you’re not all that experienced either,” he scoffs, reaching to the side to grab a bottle of water, then tosses it to the other side of the couch.

tears from the intense coughing cascade down hawks’ flushed face as he sucks down the water, clearly embarrassed. truthfully, he’d been trying to show off a little, as well as unwind from a long day.

you take the joint from hawks before he drops it onto the carpet, then you hand it back to dabi, who shrugs. “if you really don’t want to, that’s fine, doll.”

you’re nervous, heart racing at the prospect of smoking with them. drinking liquor was always rare for you, and even when you did, you didn’t get anything more than tipsy. oftentimes you’d be wrangling hawks out of the sky and reminding him that smashing into a building while flying drunk would be a very bad look for him as a hero. he never seemed to care, though, and dabi didn’t either; he’d be equally drunk but less stupid, standing behind you and just laughing.

what if you took too much? what would you say? more importantly, what would you do?

dabi’s husky voice snaps you out of your thoughts. he offers you a smile full of faux sympathy, eyes pink and just a little shiny from the high.

“you’re just missing out.”

missing out? something about his words makes you squirm, thighs clenching. if you were to say no and leave, you’d miss seeing these two high. drunk was one thing, but high was another; you’d heard a few stories, here and there, about what weed could do. in most cases, people tend to stay the same as they usually are, although they may become a little more giggly. occasionally, weed could cause serious arousal. not to mention the date for the paranormal liberation war: it’s coming up, and hawks’ fate has been weighing heavily on your mind.

the definition of magnetic, you weren’t the first to gravitate to him; but you definitely ended up being one of the only people he actually spent the most time with. well, and dabi. closer than most friends, neither of you could even think about pulling away: what if this was one of the last times you could spend time together?

part of you feels like you’ll regret this, but you bite the bullet anyway, stammering, “uh, okay. yeah, i’ll try it.”

proudly, dabi scoots closer and hands you the joint. the smell is strong, and your nose crinkles as you lift it to your lips.

“be careful, you have to inhale a certain way—”hawks starts to say, seemingly recovered from his coughing fit, but dabi rolls his eyes at the hero’s concern. he fake gags once again, then sets his rough palm on your knee, which doesn’t go unnoticed by the hero.

“i’ll show you how, doll. i taught this dumbass but clearly he does indeed have a bird brain.”

“fuck off,” hawks grunts, leaning over to hit him lightly with a wing before slouching back to watch, tugging his bottom lip between his teeth.

“bring it to your lips—right, just like that. so, you’ll need to inhale slowly because the smoke can be a bit overwhelming at first..”

you follow dabi’s instructions, closing your eyes as you take the smoke into your mouth, letting it pass through your windpipe and coil in your lungs for a moment.

“wait a second, then slowly blow it out through your mouth.”

your eyes open, and you look at the tendrils dissipating in front of you. beside you, hawks offers the half full bottle of water.

“good girl,” dabi chuckles, leaning his head back against the edge of the couch. dark, spiky hair sticks out in all directions, and hooded turquoise eyes observe you thoughtfully. “you’ll want to repeat that a few more times, alright? make sure you stop when you’re feeling it, it kicks in pretty quickly. don’t wanna overdo it, you’ll end up puking. i’m sure hawks can tell you all about that, huh?”

“dabi, seriously!” the vomiter in question whines, feathers puffing out as his blush darkens. “she doesn’t need to know about all that shit.”

it starts as a giggle, slips from your lips before you can stop it. then it’s a few, all at once. before you know it, you’re curling up and laughing so hard tears run down your face. from the corner of your eye, you notice hawks’ bewildered stare, which only makes you laugh harder.

“she’s definitely high,” dabi clicks his tongue, finding it difficult not to join in with you. hawks continues to stare, shifting in his spot on the floor as he takes in your laughter and smiling face.

maybe it’s the haze that’s taken over your brain, or the fog that’s settled in every corner of your body, but you find yourself slowly coming down from all the laughter, sliding down to the floor between them, joint between your fingers.

“you alright?” dabi pulls the joint from your grasp, sticks it into a nearby ashtray.

“my throat’s a little dry,” you rasp, overwhelmed by all the new sensations.

again, hawks hands you the water bottle, but this time he presses it into your hand. rather abruptly, you twist to the side and lean in, kissing dabi.

he makes absolutely no effort to stop you, parting his lips and letting your impatient tongue into his mouth while his rough hands wander beneath the hem of your shirt, palms dragging against your skin and only moving higher.

by the time you’re pulling away to breathe, he’s panting, eyes cast downwards at the carpet; just before his eyes meet yours, he remembers that the two of you aren’t alone.

heavy wings rustle behind you, the noise likely unintentional. when you turn back, hawks is watching, still cross-legged but now shamelessly pitching a tent in his pants.

”hawks,” you pant, body burning hot. eagerly, you beckon him over; there’s no hesitation crossing over his face when he slides towards you, squishing you between himself and dabi.

dabi watches quietly as you pull the hero into a kiss by the chin, insistent and everything but gentle. you’ve got him breathless against your lips, his wheezes pitched and clearly overwhelmed.

“alright, princess,” dabi scoffs, tugging you off the hero by your shirt and into his lap. “that’s not fair.”

he feels like he’s melting a little when your face falls, your expression becoming pathetic and sad in a way that’s utterly filthy.

“but, i-i want both of you.”

the two men look towards each other, sharing an unreadable look. hawks swallows nervously, “at the same time?”

“same hole?” dabi jokes, eyebrows shooting up when you nod to both of their questions. “well, shit. you heard her, bird brain.”

“on the couch,” hawks murmurs, patting a worn out cushion. on trembling legs, you stand and take a seat.

“nuh uh, on your knees,” dabi grunts, pushing you into position and settling behind your clothed ass.

meanwhile, hawks sits in front of you and pulls his clothes off, stripping down to his boxers. the outline of his thick cock is obvious, as is the shift of his hips as he awaits your touch.

saliva pools inside your mouth at the thought of having his cock down your throat, stretching it out and filling it up.

“off,” one simple word and his whole lower half is already fully naked.

“suck him off,” dabi’s arms wrap around your waist as he unbuttons your shorts and yanks them down to your knees. “and don’t you dare stop, or i will too.”

hawks guides his cock into your mouth, rising to his knees and cupping the back of your head. his face crumbles in pleasure, and he’s only pushing past your lips. “oh my god— fuck, your mouth’s perfect.”

his wings spread out behind him, crimson feathers quivering out of his control. “show off,” dabi mutters, pulling your panties down next. he watches your cunt closely, glossy strings of wetness stretching as your panties slide down your thighs.

“so fucking pretty, christ.” your pussy clenches from his words, his hot breath fanning over you and only adding to your anticipation. hawks stares, gold eyes honing in on rough hands and the way they grasp your plush skin.

“deeper,” hawks murmurs, head falling back as he pushes your head down further.

at the same time, dabi experimentally licks a long stripe down your pussy, the tip of his tongue dipping between your folds. the light stimulation combined with the sight and sound of hawks’ pleasure has your hips thrashing, bucking backwards for more.

“she’s real needy, huh?” dabi spits onto your cunt, a glob trailing down and dripping a little from your clit.

“looks like it,” hawks chuckles, lips moving into a pleased smile at the needy sounds you can’t stop making on his cock.

the air in the room is hot, thick with the scent of smoked weed and sex, heavy with shameless arousal. your head is cloudy, only full of thoughts of hawks and dabi. it’s like being shocked with electricity when your face is pressed into thick thighs, hawks’ cock pushing deep and causing you to choke. he grunts and starts to fuck your mouth, his thrusts carelessly deep. as if that wasn’t enough, dabi’s fingers push inside you and he attaches his lips to your clit.

“mmm,” he groans deeply, roughly tugging you backwards and into his face for more.

“does she taste good?” hawks huffs, his chest heaving. against your tongue, his cock throbs.

dabi smacks his lips behind you, then gifts your ass with a harsh slap. the sudden sting makes you moan, and he smirks.

“oh yeah. she’s so fuckin’ sweet, hawks.”

“tell me about it,” the hero gulps, his lower lip wobbling as he only grows closer to the bliss he’s been dreaming about.

“well, she’s real tight inside. sucked my fingers right in, didn’t you, princess?” to prove his point, dabi nudges two other fingers against your dripping entrance and you clench, greedy pussy begging to be stuffed full.

hawks nods, waiting for more.

“oh my god, i couldn’t even describe the taste,” dabi curls his fingers inside you, rubs your clit in methodic circles with the pad of his thumb. “‘s sweet, for sure. definitely a little sour.”

turquoise meets gold, and dabi watches hawks’ eyes roll back, wings spreading out and straining behind him, like an angel.

“you’ll have to taste it yourself, bird brain. i’m sure she’s more than willing.”

that’s all it takes to push the both of you over the edge — with a choked moan, hawks spills into your mouth, hips stuttering but still jerking forward sporadically. dabi pays close attention to the way you shake, pushing towards him for more but practically running away the second he touches your swollen clit.

dabi blames the heat in his cheeks on the weed.

“o-oh,” hawks fights back a whimper as he pulls his cock from your mouth, too sensitive to even speak.

“it’s so hot in here,” you whine, sitting up to pull your shirt and bra off. the bounce of your tits and perkiness of your nipples has dabi groaning, painfully hard.

“get the hell back on your knees.”

hawks sits and observes dabi, eyes focused on the way his fingertips run down your back and pause at your asscheeks, gripping the skin in an effort to ground himself.

he races to take his pants off, tossing them and his boxers to the floor in a hurry. he’s shaking when he lines his cock up with your entrance and shoves in, falling against your back with a loud hiss.

“holy shit,” he gasps, startled when he feels like cumming already. in a flash, hawks is in front of you again, stroking his fingers over the nape of your neck and shushing your pathetic whining.

hawks would be lying if he said he wouldn’t fuck you harder and make you sob.

“you can take it,” dabi grunts, clearing his throat to keep his voice from faltering. “it’s not you’ll be getting any breaks, doll.”

“that’s mean,” hawks says with a pout, fully hard and waiting for attention.

“shut it, bird brain. fuck her mouth again, why don’t you?”

“you heard him,” hawks shrugs, seemingly apologetic although he definitely isn’t. “open up, dove.”

his wings rustle and he groans as he pushes his cock into your mouth once again. dabi’s pace doesn’t falter, and he tugs you up a little to fuck his cock deeper.

“dabi!” you sob, his name muffled but still audible to both men, “right there, pleasepleaseplease—”

heavy balls smack into your clit with each thrust that you can feel in your lungs. even as dabi pulls you impossibly closer, it still isn’t enough to be fully satiating — what if you all shared each other like this on the regular?

“g-gonna cum soon,” you whimper, a few tears rolling down your face and forcefully falling from your jaw with every hard shove of hawks’ cock into your mouth.

electricity races through your entire body, shooting through your veins in stinging shocks as the pressure in your pelvis increases. then you feel rough skin and hot breath at the nape of your neck, along with a strong hand wrapping around your throat.

“what’s that, princess? you’re gonna cum?”

“yes, y-yes, ‘m gonna—”

“greedy, aren’t you? go ahead and wait for us.”

“i-i can’t,” you moan, eyes rolling back when dabi’s fingers dig into the sides of your neck, “i’m so fucking close, dabi, please—”

he pulls back, but before he returns to fucking you as he did before, he shoves your head down hard, only letting go once he hears you choke.

the room fills with needy groans and the hushed whimpers you keep letting out as you struggle to do as he’d asked. it’s as though hawks is facing the same predicament, a nervous hand tangled deep in blonde strands and tugging to keep himself grounded.

after what feels like an eternity, dabi finally keels over with a drawn out groan. “shit, i’m gonna cum,” the pace of his hips starts to falter and you’re less than a moment away from cumming yourself. “i’m gonna fucking—”

he cuts himself off by biting into your shoulder hard, just before you feel him gushing inside you, filling you to the brim. hawks pulls out of your mouth to take in the scene, and commit every detail to memory.

you fall over the edge with a mewl, gummy walls squeezing dabi’s cock and absolutely draining him. all you can do is moan beneath him, trembling from the strength of your second orgasm of the night.

it’s frustrating that he’s throbbing against your cervix and then pulling out immediately after, beckoning for hawks to come over. entirely spent, you collapse onto your belly, heart racing and breath coming in heavy puffs.

“god,” hawks all but groans at the sight of the mess between your legs — cum pouring from your cunt and smeared around your clit thanks to dabi. then, almost as though he’s hungry, “looks so fucking good.”

“hey now, turn over.” dabi offers you the half full bottle of water from earlier and chuckles at how quickly you open it and begin to chug. it’s gone in seconds, and the bottle falls to the ground with a crinkling sound. you sigh, exhausted and still high as hell — for a moment, you close your eyes.

“round three,” is all you hear before your legs are being spread open. your hole flutters at the prospect of some more, and you’re startled that you’re even considering it.

“i just came twice, hawks,” you cry, lower lip wobbling. a third round will most certainly break you.

with the pad of his thumb, dabi sweeps away a stray tear on your face. “let him fuck you once, yeah? god knows how damn long he’s been wanting to.”

“dabi,” the blonde whines, flushing pink. “stop it.”

with a sigh, he lifts his arms and pulls his shirt off for this final round, exposing the rest of his body. his nipples are a light pink, and he’s got a defined chest and abs with lines that look sharp enough to cut stone. he wiggles his eyebrows, eyes creasing at the corners once he notices you checking him out.

“like what you see?”

behind you, dabi rolls his eyes, but you spread your legs wider with a playful expression. “absolutely.”

thoughts of nothing besides fucking you full of his cum and making you his flare in his mind as he gathers dabi’s cum on the tip of his cock and pushes it inside you.

“o-oh,” hawks gulps down a whimper once he pushes inside, leaning forward and meeting your lips in a bruising kiss. as he pulls back, lips dragging against your cheek, you swear you hear him say something like feels better than i could’ve ever imagined.

“want me to mess around with your tits or use your mouth?” dabi rasps, cupping your chin and tilting your head to make you look up at him.

“do what you’d like to me,” your back arches off the couch after an experimentally deep thrust from the hero, your tits bouncing nicely from the movement. he takes one into his hands, squeezing the soft flesh but mostly focusing on the pebbled nipples.

with a tinkling sound, hawks’ gold chain bounces wildly at his neck. noticing your distraction, dabi slips his fingers beneath your chin and turns your head to face him.

“how’s it feel to be fucked like a slut?” he questions, pinching your nipple harshly; you moan loudly, tilting your head to the side, tongue lolling out of your mouth. dabi thinks the twisted expression of bliss on your face is so fucking hot.

“f-feels so fucking good—” you cut yourself off with a needy, pitched moan, bucking towards hawks and wrapping your legs around his waist. “fill me up, please, i need it.”

the hero chews on his lower lip, closing his eyes and choosing to lose himself in this perfect moment. behind his eyes, he feels the hot prickle of tears; is he really about to cry right now? out of bliss and in front of dabi? but the thought is whisked away the second he focuses on the sound of his balls smacking into your swollen clit.

it’s a mess between your spread legs, cum and spit and slick smeared across your skin and dripping onto the couch.

“fuck, you’ve got no idea how long i’ve been waiting for this,” he grits his teeth, wings spreading out and beating the air hard, sending icy wind straight into your face and dabi’s. “b-been waiting to make you fall apart on my cock.”

“not to interrupt, but you’re blowing the mood out like a candle,” dabi bites, rising from his spot on the couch and stepping around crimson wings.

“don’t fucking start— dabi,” he gasps when he feels hot hands pulling his wings back into their usual resting position at his back. they tremble in his grip, stray feathers falling to the floor.

“sensitive there?” he roughly prods a finger between the feathers.

hawks ignores him although the answer is definitely yes, bending forward to wrap his arms around you and pull you as close as he can. the gold chain bumps against your sternum, and hawks buries his face in your shoulder with an embarrassing moan.

“i-i’m so close— dabi, rub her clit for me,” it takes a lot of strength not to stutter when his brain’s melting like this.

with a grunt of acknowledgement, dabi’s hand slips between your sweaty bodies, fingers pushing through your pubic hair as he searches for your clit.

“right here, doll?” he pinches the swollen bud and rolls it between two fingers.

“fuck yes,” you moan, hips jolting towards him.

he’s got a hand wrist deep in feathers, scratching lightly at the skin beneath, and the other sandwiched between you and hawks as he rubs your clit furiously.

“just like that,” you whimper, eyes meeting dabi’s, whose pupils are blown. against your neck, hawks chants your name like a prayer, lips dragging against your cheek when he pulls away for a moment.

“i’m gonna—” he groans loudly, eyes rolling back and hips stuttering against your own, “take it, take it all, fuck..” his voice nearly cracks as he finally lets go, pushing deep and shooting ropes of cum from his swollen cock.

hawks shudders, wings fanning out and pushing against dabi, who groans as he takes in the whole scene.

“cum hard for me, doll,” dabi urges, his sticky fingers maintaining the rough pace he’s had this whole time; a unique tightness swells in your pelvis, begging to be released. despite having been fucked dumb, you manage to register that something big is about to happen.

“dabi, d-dabi,” you sob, legs trembling and heels pushing hawks closer. “‘s coming, ‘s coming..”

dabi’s hand slips into blonde hair, and he yanks hard, pulling hawks’ head up so he can watch you fall apart.

it happens fast; you clench down on hawks’ cock, squeezing out a moan from deep within his chest. liquid sprays from your spasming cunt, soaking hawks’ pelvis and dabi’s fingers.

“‘s too much,” you cry out, a tear racing down your cheek when you feel dabi’s fingers dragging against your overly sensitive clit again.

“why don’t we see how fucking sloppy she is?” he groans, watching closely as hawks pulls out.

you can only whimper when cum gushes from your swollen cunt and someone’s fingers push it back in. you watch as the two men rise to their feet, still on your back and panting.

“t-this was perfect,” hawks tries to catch his breath, choking when his back is slapped. “minus you ripping my hair out and slapping me just now, damn it.”

“all for good reason,” dabi snickers, helping you to sit up. “you alright? that was a lot, heh.”

“i need to take a shower so bad.”

“let’s just relax before anyone leaves,” hawks says with a sigh, plopping down beside you.

“don’t tell me you get all soft after sex,” dabi stretches and pops his neck before he sits down on the other side of you.

“better than being hard,” he mutters in reply, gesturing to dabi’s boner.

the comment only makes him spread his legs and wrap an unbothered arm around you, knuckles brushing against hawks’ face.

“gotta do this again sometime,” you say, eyelids feeling heavy. “just like earlier, both of you at the same time.”

“same hole?” they both ask at once, more serious than they’d been before.

you wink at them, not so tired anymore.

“most definitely.”

1.3k, sfw, one mention of sex, angst with a happy ending, wrote this based on this post cause I can’t stop thinking about it

You can’t remember the last time he did this.

At the beginning of your relationship, Dabi’s presence in your life was irregular, never a guarantee. He made sure to tell you this time and time again. You were never without the reminder that Dabi lived a life that you would never understand, let alone be a common occurrence in.

He was mysterious, and from what you could gather at the time, a little dangerous, and the fact that he chose you to spend the small pockets of time with in between his otherwise busy hours excited you.

Dabi only ever came by when he felt like it. You were a way to pass time and someone he actually enjoyed the company of. You never believed that he saw it as anything more than sex.

And then he kept coming back.

Day after day, Dabi would visit you in your apartment after doing what you now know to be recruitment for the league of villains, though at the time this remained completely unknown to you. He’d slink through your window or show up outside your door, text you from outside of your building and take you for cheap street food. He’d wake up in your bed and leave whatever breakfast he attempted to make for you in the microwave before he left.

Thinking back on it all, you can’t pinpoint when it all changed, when he decided that he would stay, that he would tell you everything and trust you enough to love him anyways. You don’t think there ever was a turning point or some grand realization. Falling in love with him was easier than breathing.

So when he comes home after three days of radio silence, three days of wondering whether or not he’s dead or alive, if he’s left you, if he’d suddenly changed his mind and walked out, you can’t help but feel a little angry with him.

Maybe more than a little.

“I don’t want to see you right now.”

It’s the first thing he’s heard you say in three days, and it’s the exact opposite of what he needs.

He hates how you’re looking at him. He thinks you might hate him, and he doesn’t know what to say.

“Baby.” he tries, but the way that you recoil at the pet name makes him feel sick.

“Let me explain.” he says, even though it feels foolish to even try. Dabi knows he’s fucked up. He knows that he spent the weekend ignoring your calls and texts even when it was safe not to.

“No. I don’t want an explanation.” you sigh, rubbing a hand down your face as you feel a headache coming on. “I want to go to bed. And I don’t want you there with me.”

“Please—“ he tries to speak, but you shake your head, cutting him off with your own words.

“Do you have a phone?” you question, your eyes piercing and intense as you stare at him.

“Yes.”

“Is it working?”

“Yes.”

“Then there’s nothing to explain.” you tell him, turning on your heel and retreating to your shared bedroom, the one he’s not allowed inside of tonight.

He hears the door shut with a harsh slam and he sighs. He takes a look around your living room, the place a complete mess from the weekend with empty take out containers strewn across the coffee table and laundry that needs to be folded shoved to the end of the couch.

Dabi gets started on the trash first, gathering it together as quietly as possible so that you don’t hear him and come out to wonder why he’s cleaning this late at night. He washes the dishes in the sink, though it proves difficult to keep quiet while doing so. He folds your laundry in silence for you and sets it aside.

He walks to the closet in the hallway that he knows holds extra pillows and blankets before retreating back to the couch. He makes himself comfortable, laying on his back and staring at the ceiling, thoughts of the weekend, of being away from you running through his mind.

Dabi’s business with the league was dangerous, and the past couple of days had not allowed him much time to call you, much less time than his usual missions with the group. But you were right. His phone worked, and even though he wasn’t able to use it for most of the weekend without risk, he still had time to text you about being away and he didn’t.

And he feels terrible about it.

Being away from you was agony, and now he’s home, and you’re just a room away, and he can’t hold you.

He decides the couch is too far from you. He won’t enter the room and he won’t climb into bed with you no matter how badly he wants to, but he can’t bare to be any farther from you than he needs to be.

Tucking the pillow and blanket under his arm, Dabi tip toes down the hallway and stops right in front of your door. He sits down on the floor with the pillow tucked between his back and the door behind him before pulling the blanket over his legs and leaning his head back. It’s not the most comfortable position, and he’s not sure he’ll get any sleep at all, but he’s as close as he can be to you right now, which is all that matters.

He doesn’t remember falling asleep, and he’s surprised that he even managed to, but he’s woken up by a soft hand against his cheek, his head neck strained uncomfortably from laying flat on the floor.

His eyes flutter open slowly to reveal you crouched above him, a concerned look on your face.

“Good morning.” he croaks, a lazy smile spread across his lips because you’re touching him.

“Did you sleep out here all night?” you ask him, furrowing your brows in confusion. He nods before bringing his hand up to intertwine his fingers with yours.

“I missed you.” he tells you, even if it embarrasses him to say it. It’s never been easy for him to express his feelings so plainly, but his mind is clouded with sleep, and you aren’t looking at him like you did last night.

“You didn’t seem to miss me this weekend.” you speak, still clearly hurt by his recent actions. He frowns and sits up, his back cracking from sleeping on the hardwood floor.

“I’m sorry.” he tells you. He pulls you closer and you let him because you miss how his hands feel against your skin, “I feel like a fucking idiot.”

“Well you did sleep on the floor all night.” you shrug, brushing his hair out of his eyes.

“Because—“

“You missed me.” you finish for him with a pleased grin, “I know.”

“I did.” he sighs before placing a kiss to your temple and tucking your head against his chest.

“You know, I think if you got into bed with me last night I wouldn’t have stopped you.” you speak softly against his bare chest.

“I’ll remember that for next time.” he jokes. His words make you pull away from him.

“You’re not funny.” you tell him.

Dabi places a chaste kiss to your lips before speaking, “yes I am.”

“You have to tell me next time. I was scared. Anything could have happened to you. You could have—“ you start to speak, feeling more and more anxious as you think about the risks of a job like his, but he shushes you.

“I will. I promise.” he assures you. He takes your face in both hands as he looks down at you, “I’m not going anywhere. I’ll always come home to you.”

“You can’t promise that.” you argue.

“I just did.” he retorts, squeezing your right cheek between his fingers, “you’re stuck with me.”

“Yeah?” you question.

You let him kiss you when he leans in, “You’re the only person I’d sleep on the floor for.”

Dabi with a darling who has an oral fixation so he has you suck him off for a cigarette.... or what's left of it-

He thinks you're adorable, truly he does, and he tells you so. The way you chew on your lip or gnaw on your nails until they're bleeding. The way you'll bite on the tips of your fingers when you're engrossed in something, he adores that little pout of yours when he tells you it's something a child would do. He'll give you the occasional lollipop, letting you suck on it as he stares at you then taking it from you to pop it in his mouth. The little whines you bless him with when he does so, is probably his favorite. Occasionally, he'll catch you staring at him when he smokes, the way your eyes stay on the cigarette as he blows the smoke out the window. Tapping the ash off the tip and closing the window as he puts it out and ruffles your hair, "It's bad for you, babydoll." The way your little pout wobbles as he walks away, has him almost groaning aloud as he shifts his semi-hard cock in his pants. Dabi's not entirely mean though, he'll have no problem letting you suck on his fingers or let you keep his cock warm with your sticky tongue as he watches the latest news about him. It's because he's so nice that he has you on his lap right now, letting you grind on his cock as he blows the smoke in your face, with a hand curled around your hair to pull you away from his face as you try and wrap your lips around the stick in his hand. You're such a persistent little thing, aren't you? That's ok, he finds that shit adorable, he'll make you a little deal, princess, yeah? "You wanna suck on it, dolly?" you tilt your head at that, "...suck on what, the cigarette?" he waves the stick in your face, chuckling when your eyes follow the little stick of nicotine, "yeah baby, what else were you thinking about?" You shake your head at him, "I thought you said..." He blows the smoke in your face, watching you as you cough into your elbow. "I said it was bad for you, babydoll... but, I'm willing to let you suck on it if you can complete a little task, how 'bout it, prettygirl?" There's an immediate nod after your coughing fit. He hums as he kisses you with a grin and pops the cigarette back in his mouth as he unbuckles his belt and pulls out his cock. "You make me cum down that little throat and I'll let you have whatever's left of it."

i present my idea ✨knife kink dabi✨

TW: knife play, toxic relationship, Dabi hits her once, blood, threats, licking of said blood.

It was a weird request at first, he'll admit that. Then again, he's asked worst from you. His handprint branded into your ass proves so. While he does give you a little side-eye, he's absolutely not opposed to holding a sharp little thing to your throat while plead for him to not press down so hard. His pretty little princess wants him to hold a knife to their throat? Say less.

"Which one you wanna use, angel- actually, I probably shouldn't call you an angel anymore, huh? I think masochistic slut fits better, yeah?" Your lips form into a little pout, eyebrows furrowing as you pull on his coat. He chuckles at that, fingers fisting in your hair to pull your head back. His right thumb gliding over your little pout, index tapping your lips and slipping in to press down on your tongue. Sticky drool running down his hand as he finger fucks your mouth. Slipping his wet digit out to gloss your lips with your own spit.

"Why are you so mean Dabi," he scoffs at that. With a flick of his wrist, you're left with a stinging cheek and your head looking to the right. There's an immediate cry that's rips itself out of your throat, feet stumbling back. Quickly snatching your arm before you could fall, he brings you over to the set of knives he has laid out for you. "I won't ask again, either choose one or I will, and trust me... you won't like my choice. I promise you that."

With a meek nod, you glance at the assortment of switch blades, there's pretty black one with blue flames on it that you're positive Dabi would've chosen. But your mind's already made when you see a black steel-blade with rubies embedded into the handle. Pretty vermillion glare at you from its place on the counter. You slide your thumb over it at first, finger playing with the pretty gems. Picking it up to test the weight, you glide your palm over the blade. Sharp. So very sharp, Dabi could kill, given he presses deep enough.

"That one? The blue one is so much prettier," he finishes with a scoff as he pouts. You ignore his comment, nodding your head, you hand it over to him. Taking it from you, he gestures to the bedroom, twirling the deadly blade around his fingers as he stares you down. Glancing at him in uncertainty, you walk past him towards the room.

The room is warm, remnants of Dabis heat still trapped in the comforter, smells like him too, strongly of ash and cigarette smoke. It makes your brain foggy, he always smells so good, his musk is a comforting scent. There's the harsh sound of combat boots walking towards you, eyes snapping to the door, in a first-hand witness to his taunting eyes.

"You look shy doll, I couldn't possibly understand why, you came to me with this request, 'member?" You give a nod, inhaling a shaky breath as you lie on your back. He coos at you in faux sympathy, stepping closer and closer, like a lion, hunting, prowling.. but Dabi isn't one to lie and wait for very long. Especially when you look so innocent, like a helpless fawn who isn't yet aware of dangers like him. You're basically teasing him at this point, eyes too wide for to not think about fucking you, destroying you 'till there's nothing left.

You blink for a second, only for a second. It's quick, no- he's quick. The blade feels cold against your throat, sharp tip pressing a little too deep into your jugular for comfort. The smooth metal running down your throat to your tits, smoothing it over your nipples, perked for attention for the sharp tip. Your skin lifting in goosebumps, hair standing at the back of your neck when he twirls it around your left nipple.

"...I wonder, what do you think would happen if I just-" he presses the blade down harder in-between your breasts, "- ah, well.. would you look at that, hm? You're just as pretty inside as you are on the outside, oh how lucky I am." It doesn't hurt, just stings a little. The sticky scarlet immediately staining your clothes, dripping down your chest in little rain-drops. He eyes the wound for a minute before leaning down and licking it off your tits.

He hums, pulling back to look you in the eyes, "better then I thought, but not nearly as good as that little cunt I love so much." There's blood staining his teeth- your blood at that. The tip of his tongue licking away the remainder on your chest as he moves the tip of the handle of the blade to press into your clit.

There's an immediate jump-back, hand shooting down to grab onto his own, and he doesn't like that. Not even a little. "What? You got a problem with this but not when I'm lickin' blood off your tits? Some priorities you got, huh?" He swats away your hand as he presses the handle back into your clit, sliding it down over your underwear to press into your slit.

"I'm gonna fuck you with this blade, you know? See if it makes you cum quicker then my cock." You want to close your legs but he swats at them before you can even think to do so. "Try an' close 'em, and your chest won't be the only thing leaking pretty red for me." Your eyes twitch close when you feel the solid press into you, fucking you through your panties.

"Ahh, there we go, got that pussy leaking real pretty for me now, huh slut? You like this shit? 'Course you do, you're my bitch after all, ain't that right?"

Reader sees Dabi in an alley by accident and tries to get away quietly but Dabi sees her and brings her into the alley. He has her up the wall with a hand firmly around her neck but not chocking her but enough to threaten her. He asks for her personal info and takes pictures of her for reference just in case anything happens. And he looks at her more closely and he's like wow she's always more pretty. So he thinks for a bit and makes a deal you get out in one piece if you let me fuck you. The reader already knew he was giving her a false sense of choice so she agrees. Dabi likes her submissiveness so he gave her the choice of the location to fuck. And while she is thinking Dabi is already so handsy with her. Kissing her neck and running his hands up and down her body. He's like 'if you don't pick quick im fucking you here in the alley'. And she eventually picks a love hotel not too far from them. Once they were done fucking it's the next morning and Dabi is gone but she checks her phone messages and there's a lot of photos and videos of them together in different positions and a note at the end

See you next time Doll~

💙Dabi

(the blackmail really gets me fr😭)

TW: DUBCON, blackmail, noncon pictures and video taking, a hint of coercion. Work was always so boring, you wanted something fun. There was nothing fun about serving drunk men alcohol as they thanked you with raunchy comments. Trying to grope you while you were just doing your job. Complaining about their "bitch wife" in a drunken slur then passing out. The money was good though.. and your co-workers weren't awful. But that really didn't mean anything in the end.

It was too much, you just needed a cigarette and then you could finish your shift then go home and sleep the rest of the night away. It was warm outside, pretty too. Sky full of different shades of blue, no clouds in sight. It was quiet surprisingly, considering you weren't in the best part of town. The attacks from the League of Villains ramping up by tenfold, charred bodies appearing in multitudes. Consumed by beautiful azul flames licking away at ash. Some were lucky though, if you could even call it that, some people were burned so bad they were disfigured, leaving ugly third degree burns on their face and arms. Hopefully they weren't in this part of the city yet.

But then again, the heros were on their ass.. so it's possible. Leaning your head back against the wall, you sigh out, closing your eyes for a couple seconds before you hear footsteps. Your eyes snap open as your head snaps to the sound. There's a man in a black tattered coat, he looks exhausted. Purple burnt skin attached to healthy skin by staples. Tattered clothes with mangy boots.

Holy shit, it can't be... they shouldn't be in this part of the city, not this soon anyway. You have too get out, now. You try to be quiet, you really do, but you can't be quiet wearing heels. You mistook a step, catching the eye of the assailant. His piercing blue eyes shoot up towards you, a sick grin crawling up on his lips. As he walks closer, stumbling back you trip over your heels. He chuckles at you, grabbing your arms too lift you up, "easy there doll, what's your problem, hm? You scared?" You swallow down the dry air, shaking your head at him as you try to shake off his grip. But his hold on you just tightens, reminds you of a boa constrictor, trying too keep his prey at bay.

He presses you into the wall with an-unassuming amount of strength, pressing into you as he leans down towards your ear. "Where you goin, doll? I'm not gonna hurt you... if you comply that is." Squeezing your eyes shut, you nod into his chest, trying too control your breathing. You inhale deeply before stuttering out a response. "What did you, uh.. what did you want from me..?" There's a sniffle between your words.

"Mmm, yeah, need something real bad baby, think you can help me, hm?" You swallow down your spit, hesitantly nodding at him. "I- uh... I think, what did you need Sir.." He chuckles at that, running his nose up and down your cheek, inhaling deeply into your hair. "Sir, huh? You into that dolly?" You feel your fingers twitch against his tattered coat as you shake your head at him.

"N-no.. I just- I don't know your name..so," he leans back at that. Eyeing you up and down he grins, "that's cute baby, you really don't know who I am? That makes me a little sad honestly, but it's Dabi... I like Sir much better though, what do you think?" You swallow again, your right hand rubbing up and down your left arm, as your eyes look to the side. Rolling his eyes, he grabs your chin and makes you look at him. "Nah ah, don't look away from me, I'm not done talking to you bitch." Licking your lips, you swallow before looking up at him again. "There you go, you gonna behave for? Gonna help me with my... big problem babydoll, hm? Say, "Yes Sir." Your left hand twitches before you nod up at him, "Yes Sir, i'll help you with your... big problem." He hums at you before tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear and smirking at you. "I knew you would, you're so good, huh? Gonna let you pick the location cause' you're being so sweet for me... go 'head." You sniffle before licking your lips and nodding again. He hums, rubbing his thumb over your cheek and pulling down your bottom lip. "I wanna... can we go to the love hotel.. it's only a couple blocks away.. I want my first time to be.. a little special." He grins, pulling you towards his side with an arm wrapped around you. "Ahh, little slut's a virgin, wouldn't 've guessed." You try to shuffle away at that but he just tightens his hold around you. "C'mon baby, I was just joking, I'll behave from now on, promise," he snickers. It take's a minute to get there, with Dabi trying to get there as quickly as possible... his problem continuously growing as you walk with him. The hotel is pretty run down, smelling of weed and sex. The painting is peeling from the walls as women and men alike are staggering around and theirs people making out just outside the hotel, grinding and sliding their hands down the others clothes. "This is where you wanted your special moment?" He raises an eyebrow at you as he throws a wad of bills on the check-in desk. You huff at him, "it's better then some sleazy alleyway, surrounded by heroin needles." You retort, grabbing the key from him and walking to the room. He follows closely behind not failing to be as touchy as possible while you open the door. He ushers you into the room as he pins you against the wall and getting to work marking up your neck.

You try to slow your heart rate as your hands ball in his shirt, with a hiss he grinds his cock into your thigh. Nipping at your collar bone and running his tongue over your jugular as he nuzzles his nose into your neck. You tilt your head back, giving him more access as you run your hands up his shirt. He chuckles into your neck, pulling your shirt over your head and sucking your nipples through your bra. He laughs against your chest when you let out a choked whimper, clawing at his stomach. He huffs before snapping your bra from the back and sucking nipple and playing with the other, pinching it and leaving hickeys between your tits. He grabs you by your hair, pulling you towards the bed and throwing on it face first. Your breasts flat against the rough-feeling mattress, as you try to get up, he pushes you back against it, a hand holding pressed into the curve of your lower back. "Nah ah, fucking stay.. don't need you IDing me now princess." You breathe out softly and nod into the sheets, your body relaxing against the bed while he pulls your pants and panties down, letting them fall to your ankles. You hear him groan from behind you, he runs a warm hand over your ass before slapping it a couple times and chucking when you squeeze your legs shut. "Dirty little bitch, you want it real bad, yeah? Yeah you fuckin' do, say please and I might fuck you with the tip bitch." You whine into the sheets, salty tears leaking down your cheeks and staining the sheets. He chuckles, taking a hand and pushing your head down into the mattress as his other hand unzips and takes off his pants, his boxers being pulled down in the process, he spreads your pussylips apart before leaning down and spitting on your clit, before fucking his tip into your cunt and groaning when he feels you tighten around him. Your pussy feels so good, warm and tight, just how he likes it. He fucks into you harder, using a hand to stabilize himself next to your head as he fucks into you harder. He's so big, you can feel him in your stomach, it hurts a little, stretching so wide to accommodate him as he growls in your ear. You're so deep into it, your head so fogged up that you don't hear the camera shutters or feel him spread you wide as he films the two of you locked together. He fucks you good, you'll give him that, you don't remember passing out as he fucked into you, waking up to your familiar ringtone of your phone as you sit up, breasts spilling over the blanket as you lean towards the bedside table... 'Dabi' left you a text, "I had a fun night doll, I know you did too.. or else you wouldn't 've passed out on my cock, It was good wasn't it, I know it was, don't worry you can tell me in person when I come see you again. You're the best pussy I've had in a while if I'm being honest. Pretty wet pussy too, It's like a hug for my dick, if you will lol. Also, don't even think about trying to get away .. unless you want these getting leaked to your boss and family pretty baby." A couple seconds later six pictures and four videos pop up. Now it all makes sense... he wasn't worried about being Ided, you had already seen his face, plue he gave you his name... you're screwed literally.

Can you write where Dabi captures the reader and fucks her. But she thinks that if she would fight back it would hurt more so she just tries to close her eyes and disassociates. But Dabi sees this and not having it. He's like 'thanks for not fighting but your gonna stay with me while I fuck you. And since your so submissive I'll make you feel REALLY good'. Kisses her nose softly and proceeds to fuck her to almost a mind break.

A/N- sorry I've been M.I.A, I had the flu 😞 but thankfully it's gone and I'll be able too put out more content

TW- NONCON, abuse, brief mention of panic, self-blaming, blood, brief mention of a wound Being a hero was something you've always dreamed of, your whole family were heros. Your father was a pro and your mom was low-ranking but still amazing nonetheless. She only quit when she became pregnant with you, but your mother was an inspiration to you, always had been. So, when you graduated from UA and got your hero license it was the happiest day of your life. Your father took you to his agency, put in a good word for you. You were the shining star of his agency, climbing ranks pretty quickly and gathering a fan-base even quicker. Now, this wasn't your first patrol, but it was a new area. It sounded easy enough though, plus this was your first patrol without your father even though he had basically pleaded to come with you.. but this was your chance too show him you didn't need to be babied and you could protect yourself so you declined his offer and shut off your phone. You hadn't heard or seen any major villains in the area anyway. So, what could be so hard about walking around the city looking out for danger. Tokyo was so beautiful at night too, lovely pink sky tonight, no clouds in sight with birds soaring and chirping. It was so peaceful, you highly doubted that anything bad would happen

The air smelled pure, a nice beautiful breeze blowing your hair around, until... it started to smell smokey and your view of the rosy sky was obscured by azure flames, the extreme heat too close to your skin causing you to stumble backwards into a hard chest as a hand claps tightly against your mouth and nose. Cutting off the air flow to your brain and squeezing your cheeks together as your dragged into an alleyway away from the quiet street. You try to struggle against the man but you can't breathe and you're starting to panic, your nails clawing at his hand gather blood under them. You hear the man hiss in pain before your thrown into the brick wall, hitting your head off of it and falling to the floor as blood drips from the the on your temple. Trying to stand up proves to be more difficult then you thought as your vision turns blurry and your wound aches. You're gasping you realize, trying to suck in as much air as possible before you're kicked in the stomach and thrown a couple feet. You can't breathe in anymore as you groan out, the air coming out in choked huffs. Then he's on top of you, fisting at your hair as you try an' catch your breath, pushing at his chest but he just shoves you back down effortlessly. When your eyes do finally open, they're met by heated sapphire, staring you down and observing you. You quickly recognize the man, from the burn scars and blue flames, this probably the worst possible situation for you, you've heard of Dabi and he doesn't [lay very nice with people. "It's best if you stay down little hero, unless you want to be in the burn unit for awhile... that is if you don't turn to ash first." He laughs in your face, staples stretching as grins far too wide for it too not hurt. Your thrashing ceases at the threat and he hums at you, running a hand down your face wiping the blood from your head. "That's all it took to get you to behave? That's pretty sad, so obsessed with that pretty face you won't fight me?" You try and turn your face away from him but he just moves it back and stares you down, his eyes getting darker as he does so. "If you're.. gonna kill me just do it, I'm not giving you information," you breathe in between your sentence, trying to slow your heart rate. He mockingly pouts at that, before leaning towards your ear and breathing down your neck. "Oh, you are gonna give me something.. just not information doll." He counters, pulling away and sitting on your thighs and pulling up your shirt. You swallow, knowing exactly what he's insinuating, letting your head fall back on the concreate as you squeeze your eyes tight and go limp. He coos at you, pulling up your shirt above your breasts and pulling down your bra, so it sits below your tits. 'It's best too let it happen, maybe he won't kill you if you behave and keep quiet, he can't be for long since there will be other heros coming to patrol the area soon, it'll be over quick.' You chant in your head as you try to block out the sound of him unzipping his pants and the jingle of his belt being undone. Trying too escape into your head doesn't work for you though, when he notices that hazy look in your eyes as you go quiet, he slaps you across the face.

"I don't fucking think so, you think you can escape me using that little head of yours? You're gonna look at me while I fuck you and your gonna thank me after, you understand me?" You nod at him as you cradle your red, stinging cheek. Tears clouding your eyes as they become leaky with salty tears as you attempt to muffle your cries. He finishes undressing you, pulling your panties to the side and spitting on your cunt before pumping his cock and slipping inside. He sucks in a breath through his teeth as his head falls back and he growls out in contentment. His hands shoot to your hips as he maneuvers one of your legs from underneath him and over his shoulder. "Fuckin' Christ you're tight, soft little pussy sucking my cock in so good, don't worry I'm not going anywhere," he mocks, a dark chuckle slipping from his lips as he starts to fuck into you. His pace has no rhythm as he just humps at your cunt, a spit-coded finger coming down to rub at your clit in messy circles, slapping at the sensitive bud a couple times when you try to look away from the intensity his eyes provide you with. He leans down and coos at you when you whine, kissing at your cheek and nose, grinning when you make no attempt at moving away. He's so rough, pounding at your cervix and panting in your ear, biting down on your neck. "Just like that, squeeze me tighter baby.. mm fuck- best pussy I've ever had, 'ts fuckin' crying for me... mmph, you might not like me but she sure does, I'll make sure to give 'er a little gift, hm? You think she'd like that? I think she would, I'll cum in you just for her, yeah?" You can't think anymore, head too cloudy as your senses become overstimulated from being fucked like a toy, fuck you really should' ve listened to your father and let him come with you, this wouldn't have happened if you hadn't been so quick to go off on your own and act like a pro, your eyes start to close before you can pity yourself anymore and everything goes black.

Laying your head in Dabis lap as he smokes a cigarette on the couch while he runs his fingers through your hair as he makes fun of you for your constant jumping at the horror movie he put on only for him too grab you up and kiss the side of your head with the murmur of, "I'm right here babydoll... no worries." 😣

When Dabi says, "My pretty girl takes my cock so well." He's not talking to you, he's talking to your pussy.

Okay, but like imagine Mikey or Dabi with an older reader... they're probably brag that they cam pull older women and call her miss or ma'am, and if they called her babe they'd probably correct it going "but I guess that's not appropriate because I'm the baby here!"

With Mikey, I do think he'd brag about it, specifically Racer!Mikey, he'd see it as an accomplishment in it's own way. Also, Mikey likes too be taken care of and he's quite immature, so with an older reader, she'd let him know that he can't act like a child consistently and will help him with maturity, I also think him being with an older woman, it'll help him gain a new view of the world, like Kanto!Mikey, she wouldn't take his shit, she's grown and has enough experience too see a red flag, so I think he'd mellow out quite a bit.

With Dabi, I really think he'd like an older reader as well, someone with maturity and experience, I don't mean just for sexual purposes but also emotional, he'd want a person in his life that is emotionally mature enough and can understand his experiences especially with family, and if you have a similar situation within your own family, he'd feel a bit more connected with you because of that. I also think while he's not someone too give up control easily, Dabi would like too be taken care of, especially if he's had a particularly hard day, maybe dwelling on his past traumas, he needs someone too take care of him every once in a while.

hi y’all,

can somebody be an absolute gem and help a girl out?😭🙏🏻

there was this one dabi fic that i read ages ago and i wanna read it again but i can’t find it. it was a reader insert fic where reader and dabi both individually find a black stray kitten, they both take care of it and one day bump into each other and decide to take care of the cat together?

PLEASE SOMEBODY HAS TO KNOW WHAT FIC THIS IS PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

Thinking about poor 16 years old touya who was just a kid on a street at night and no heroes helped him...

What if 20yo!reader who was a small hero saved him and took him home with her and took care of him and him slowly become obsessed with her as 3 years went by bc she was the only one who saved him, stood by him. While the reader is so clueless to his obsession <3

MANNERS | touya todoroki x reader

summary: your boyfriend puts up too much of a fight for something so simple to do.

tags: afab + gn reader, dom reader, sub touya, pegging, teasing, brat touya, brat taming, he calls you a bitch, orgasm denial, soft coaxing, a little sadism, i think that’s it || nsfw, minors & ageless blogs DNI.

A/N: *scratches head* idk how we got here fellas. i was js tryna watch ghost rider, and now here we are 😟 also the formatting is shit but icba ill edit a better one later. @kazupedia here u go! and as always feedback and rbs r always encouraged <3

“i’ll fucking—k-kill you.”

“mhm.” you hum, your hips pushing your silicon cock deeper against his prostate, before halting. your nails rake down a pale patched chest, passing over his nipples and forcing a hiss out of the man underneath you. “of course you will.”

“i will, i’ll burn your face o—” touya’s tough threat (and that’s all it is, really) is abruptly cut off with a choke when you teasingly move, the brush of your cock against his sweet spot forcing him to swallow his words.

“you were saying?” his face twists into a scowl as he turns away from you, chest heaving and crimson from the scratches of your nails. your eyes follow the movement of his throat bobbing, the harsh swallow audible in the quiet room.

“fuck you.”

“isn’t that what’s happening?” you click your tongue, a filthy grin stretching on your face. “oh, my bad. i’m the one doing the fucking here, aren’t i?”

his face flushes red—with anger, irritation, arousal—and his scowl deepens, but he keeps his mouth shut. he’s aware of his position, at least.

“oh, c’mon,” you drawl, lazily dragging your cock out and slowly driving it back in, purposefully changing angles and avoiding his sweet spot to relish in the quiet whimper that escapes him, “all i’m looking for is some manners.”

“i’ll show you manners—”

once again, his words are cut off with a sharp inhale when your finger lightly trails up his drooling cock, the tip swollen a deep, dark red and leaking with precum.

“i could do this all day, y’know.”

his eyes widen, and you watch amusingly as his cock twitches—at your words and in desperation. he knows you aren’t lying.

“it’s just a word. a small please is all i’m asking for.” you pout. “surely you can give me that, at least?”

“when hell freezes over.”

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sorry this took so long for me to post! hope you enjoy. :)

dabis turquoise orbs glared at you from across the room, brows knitted together in a tight furrow. the familiar melody of ‘hypnotize’ by the notorious B.I.G. rumbled annoyingly loud through the cramped house party and dabi couldn’t help but grimace. you were stupidly dancing on top of one of the tables, clearly far too drunk for your own good. your hips swayed provocatively in front of the leering drunk men that surrounded you, cheering and whistling.

dabis long ringed digits tightened around the red solo cup in his large palm, threatening to crinkle and break the crimson plastic and screeching inaudibly beneath his grip. he hated this. he really really hated this. there wasn’t enough words to describe just how much he hated this. were you stupid? must be. that was the only logical explanation for this disgusting performance. i mean seriously, where was your shame?

dabi shouldn’t feel the intense jealousy that boiled under his skin, bubbling angrily through his now scorching veins but his otherwise uncaring judgement was clouded by white. hot. anger. you and dabi were friends - with benefits might i add - and that was all. no strings attached, no labels, nothing. so why was he so damn furious watching all these drunk fucks leer at you like a pack of wild animals. his nostrils flared as he watched you roll your hips and slowly bend your knees with your hands on your thighs to support your wobbly figure, continuing to dance along to the familiar song.

eventually dabi grew sick of watching you flaunt yourself and rose from his chair, the wooden legs scraping loudly against the floor below it. he took long strides towards the table, shoes pounding against the wood below him, each deliberate step he took making his adrenaline spike even more. “get down. before you break your fucking neck.” his deep voice reverberated over the loud music, his turquoise orbs blazing abnormally bright. you merely looked down at him, smiling drunkenly as you continued to dance, slowing your movements just to be spiteful and dabis knuckles turned white against the pressure of his clenched fists. “get. down.” he repeated through gritted teeth, barely audible but you still got the message.

dabis patience wore thin and he grabbed hold of your wrist, yanking you down from the table all while making sure you landed safely in front of him. gasps and boos erupted from the crowd of drunken men and dabi scoffed. “shows over.” he growled as he tugged you away from the kitchen and towards a more secluded spot in the house. “what’s your problem dabi..” you slurred, stumbling as you tried not to drag your feet and dabi snapped his head to glare down at you. “what’s my problem? what’s YOUR problem? standing up there dancing like an idiot and making an ass of yourself like some kind of whore?” he seethed.

“jeez, you’re so uptight.. i think you need another drink.” the way you spoke so casually - as if you didn’t care about the situation at all - made dabi sneer. how could you be so careless? what if he wasn’t here to protect you? he couldn’t have you being taken advantage of - or worse. he was furious just thinking of all the possible outcomes. if he wasn’t here to protect you that is.

“grow up, stop acting like a fucking teenager. we’re leaving, you’ve had enough for tonight.” dabi grunted as he turned to pull you away to find the front door but his movements were halted by your resistance. “i don’t want to leave, i’m having fun.” you protested as you planted your feet on the ground. “well i don’t care what you want to do.” dabi growled. you narrowed your eyes at him, studying his face for a moment before you spoke. “why do you care so much?” you ask, lifting your chin up questionably and dabi simply shakes his head. “i don’t.” he replied curtly and your eyes only narrow even further.

dabi shakes his head at the shit eating grin that progressively grew on her lips, about to tell you to shut up before you even spoke, but you beat him to it. “you’re jealous.” “no-“ he practically interrupted growling through his words. “i’m not ‘jealous.’ i just don’t want to sit here and watch you make a total ass out of yourself like a moron.” he retaliated and you only laughed. “aww, this is new. jealousy looks kinda hot on you.” you licked your lips with that same wide grin and he scoffed. “we’re leaving. it’s late anyway.” with that, dabi grabbed your arm and began leading you away from the party and towards the front door, and this time, you didn’t protest. “maybe when we’re home, you can take all this anger out on me..” you purred suggestively and he rolled his eyes. “not happening. i don’t want you to puke in my mouth while we’re doing it.” he grumbled, his face twisting in disgust at the mental image. “you’re drunk as fuck.” you only laugh and lean against him, entertained by his words as you both leave the party.

civilian touya who has an awkward relationship with his family. puts the civil in civilian. he got all his angst and rage out of his system during his teenage years, and enji’s been on a self improvement journey for some time now. things should be good now — but he only visits home once every two months (sometimes even less often) and no phone call with him ever lasts any longer than five minutes (unless you’re natsuo. then you get an extra five). and no matter how hard fuyumi or rei attempt to pry on the occasions he does join them at the dinner table, whatever he’s been up to recently is still a mystery for the most part by the time he leaves. touya loves his family, because loving unconditionally is just in his nature. but he spent so much time being angry and pushing them away during his teenage years that he doesn’t really know them anymore — and he can’t bring himself to trust people he doesn’t know.

civilian touya who randomly brings home his hot tattooed gf one day. rei’s eyes are sparkling as she laughs and chats with you, hand resting over your own in that warm motherly way. and the whole time enji’s sat like a fucking statue with an unreadable expression on his face that makes him look constipated. he’s trying so hard not to say oh brother 🙄 so this is what touya’s gotten himself into. he hasn’t gotten to the chapter about conservatism in his self help book. he doesn’t say anything because everyone seems to really like you and touya’s been watching you and his mom talk with a fondness that’s lowkey causing cracks in his stone cold heart. but secretly, he’s betting that this relationship isn’t gonna make it touya’s next visit.

civilian touya who brings you over again…. and again…. and again. enji’s so bewildered and stressed at the fact that he was wrong it’s comical. and he has yet to voice his concerns to anyone else bc he doesn’t want to look like an asshole so he just has this ongoing bet with the voice inside his head that you and touya are going to break up any minute now. everyone else has joined touya in being infatuated with you because you’re great — but also because touya’s now started to visit more often and there’s a constant grin on his face that they haven’t seen since he was a little boy. and enji swears he won’t fall for your little tricks! he’s absolutely livid when a chuckle escapes him at a juvenile joke you made. scandalized by the fact that he’s a little curious about the meaning behind one of your tattoos — you’re not gonna get him to ask 😡

civilian touya who announces that you’re five weeks pregnant a year and a half into your relationship. rei cries. because she’s going to be a grandma, of course, but also because he actually chose to share the news with them instead of suddenly disappearing to some foreign country to raise a family in secret — something she’s convinced the touya before you would have done just to avoid being open with them. and enji, thinks this might just be his aha! moment. having a baby this soon, out of wedlock? bound to fall apart. for once, he hopes he’s wrong.

civilian touya who has one hand stabilizing the smiley, toothless baby girl sitting on his lap and the other holding your left, thumb rubbing the aquamarine gemstone on your ring finger. enji watches his firstborn dote on his own and silently reminisces the first few months of touya’s life. he remembers being full of love for someone for the first time in his entire life, and being terrified; it was all more than he knew what to do with. touya seems to know exactly what to do with it all when he coos at his two girls. love was never a challenge for him — just finding somewhere to place it.

★ a/n: i wrote this with the panel from 388 in mind and that’s the ONLY reason shouto isn’t mentioned. ily bby it’s not what it looks like

Hey guys! So I started working on a dabi x reader and it's a hero x villian story so it should be released sometime this week!