Genre: Romance / Hurt-Comfort / Angst / Love Triangle
Rating: 18+ Mature Content
Trigger Warnings: Depression, Mentions of Character Death, Suicidal thoughts, Blood, Manipulative behavior, Sexual content, Language, use of pet name(sweetheart).
Being forced to endure life unraveling in unexpected ways, her destined path becomes the root of all her insecurities. The form in which comfort takes…may just surprise her.
Though I’m weak and beaten down / I’ll slip away into the sound / The ghost of you is close to me / I’m inside out, you’re underneath
chapter two - goner
A/N ;Hello~! I hope you enjoyed death bed so far! I have a lot planned but the first few chapters are focused on building up a foundation between you and Dabi, and establishing your feelings respectively. This chapter takes place a few weeks later, and over that time you’ve ignited the flame of friendship. This is the last of the short chapters, so future ones will be uh…long.
That wasn’t the only time you found yourself outside chatting with Dabi over a pack of cigarettes. It slowly became a routine. On the nights Hana was over, you’d smoke with him once she left; and on the nights he was alone, you’d have a cigarette before bed.
Tonight, Dabi was seated in a beaten-up lounge chair, his long legs stretched out so far you had to step over them. He looked relaxed, but you could see the visible tension in his shoulders.
“You doin’ alright, handsome?” You asked, taking the seat next to his but turned to face him. He eyed you without moving his head, exhaustion causing his already heavily lidded eyes to look even narrower. He sighed.
18+ MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT tags: suggestive fluff, domestic touya, i found out one of his aliases is sleepyhead and then this happened
“Get up, sleepyhead.”
Touya stirs, cracking his eyes open at the sound of your voice.
“M'awake,” he lies–the slurred croak of his words only half as damning as the way his eyelids almost immediately threaten to droop closed once more.
You hum, crawling across the bed towards him until you pull yourself up to straddle his side. With great effort he turns himself over so that you can sit astride him properly, resting your weight flush against him with the warm blankets in between you.
You brush his messy white hair back from his face, pursing your lips in an unhappy little pout.
“It’s almost noon.”
He doesn’t care, to be honest. Touya knows that if it weren’t for you and your insistence, he could easily sleep for another six hours. Maybe even longer. But now there’s something more pressing on his mind.
Namely the way your hips are resting against his, and the pressure of your ass against his half-hard cock.
Here you will find all things Dabi! Every oneshot, request, and multi-chapter fic I write about this fire wielding villain will be right here for you to see!
It’s been so long since he’s passed but every year you do the same routine; pay respects to the boy you knew once upon a time and hope that the pain will ease, but when you stumble across a stranger in the middle of your apartment, you begin to learn that maybe you aren’t the only one forever grieving.
REQUESTED BY: anonymous / “hi congrats on your milestone love ❤️ for the event, could I please request dabi + red roses? thank you ”
SUGGESTED LISTENING: everybody dies & getting older by billie eilish
AUTHOR’S NOTE: had a random burst of motivation so i speed wrote this during the whole night before i had to head to the hospital, hope you enjoy!! / ty to @laichi,@bleedinqhearts,@chimielie, and everyone else who listened to me ramble or beta for this!! i love ya’ll mwah
WORD COUNT:1.9K
WARNINGS:angst (??) and slight fluff, mentions of grief and emotional pain, depictions of injuries (non specific)
PAIRINGS: Dabi/Touya Todoroki x gn!reader
↳STRANGERS TO ALMOST LOVERS (??), SLICE OF LIFE ↲
You’ve always thought that love and loss were beastly things; creatures untamable in their quest to claim everything, but you’ve learned that perhaps just because things are yours for a moment, doesn’t mean one day they won’t be gone.
It started at the ripe age of nine — when the urge for world domination truly takes over — and your best friend was no stranger to the insatiability of youth and its temptations, but you suppose Touya has always been funny like that — always rushing to be first in the grand scheme of winners, and on the night your friendship turned sour, it sunk in.
: you didn’t expect your night to end a strangers bedroom with not one, but two hot men. But who are you to complain? : alcohol, mention of weed, griding? kissing : 2674 /: did I already post this? yes. did I delete it cuz I hated it? also yes. anyways, @uhhh-i-like-yaoi here u fucking
Truth be told, you didn’t know what to expect when Mirio dragged you along to this party. All you wanted to do was lay in your bed and fall asleep but here you were, dressed in a way too tight outfit dancing along to shitty music.
The six shots you took before stumbling over to the dancefloor finally start to kick in. The soft buzz of alcohol flowing through your veins as you let your body move. Your hips sway along to the music while your hands run up and down your body.
It was probably the number of lustful gazes you got in this outfit but your confidence was skyrocketing. You open your eyes slightly as you gaze over the dancing crowd. Most people are grinding against each other like animals in heat, though one guy is standing stiffly amidst the crowd.
His dark eyes lock with yours. A smirk plasters itself on your lips as you curl your fingers in a ‘come hither’ motion. The guy’s cheeks burn into a bright red as he takes quick strides towards you.
Once he’s close enough, you wrap your arms around his neck and press his body against yours. “Hey, handsome,” you say. His body stiffens as he looks down at you.
“Wanna dance with me?” you ask. He quickly nods as awkwardly places his hands on your hips. You move one hand from his neck to his ears, fingers carefully running over one of the pointy tips.
A whiney moan falls from his lips as he instinctively grabs onto your hips tighter. “I’m Tamaki,” he says. His deep voice sends heat to pool between your legs.
“I’m Y/n,” you say before turning around. He moans as you press your ass against his crotch. You can feel the muscles of his chest and abs against your back as you press yourself against him.
One of his hands travels down to press your hips against his while the other moves to caress your neck. His hips start to move against you, swaying in sync with yours.
You two stay like that for a while, grinding against each other to the beat of the songs playing. Your lustful dancing gets interrupted when a raven-haired man moves to dance in front of you.
Scarred skin adorned his face multiple piercings glow under the multi-coloured light. Three on his nouse and two on his bottom lip. His rough appearance makes you desperately want to press yourself against him, though he beats you to it.
He moves to press his hips against yours, his face moving to press itself into the crook of your neck. Burning lips press desperate kisses against your skin. His teeth drag themselves over your neck, earning whiney moans from you.
Tamaki groans with jealousy. You were dancing with him first, why is this guy suddenly getting all your attention? He moves to kiss the other side of your neck.
You feel like your on cloud nine as both men sandwich you between them. Your hips rut against Tamako’s while your hands caress the other men.
“I’m Dabi,” he says. Good, so he has a name. You moan out his name as he sucks on your neck. You’ll probably have some hickeys tomorrow but there’s nothing a good old turtleneck won’t cover.
The three of you get lost in the music, swaying and grinding against each other. The alcohol takes its full effect as your mind become fuzzy and warm. Movements blur together as all you can focus on become the feeling of both Tamaki’s and Dabi’s bodies pressed against yours.
Their hands roam over your body, grabbing and squeezing any flesh they can. You probably shouldn’t be dancing like this with strangers. But you knew their names, they aren’t strangers anymore, right?
You push your doubtful thoughts to the side as you press your ass against Tamaki. He groans into your ears and he lets his head rest in the crook of your neck. You look at Dabi with half-lidded eyes.
Mischief glints in his eyes before he reaches a hand out to cup your face. He pulls you towards him and captures your lips with his. The roughness of his lower lip compared to his pillowy upper one makes you moan into his mouth.
His tongue glides over your bottom lip, begging for entrance. You place another sloppy kiss against his rough lips before letting your parts slightly. Dabi quickly pushes his tongue in, exploring your mouth.
You groan at his taste. Smokey yet fresh, like someone set a field full of mint ablaze. Tamaki pulls away from you slightly to enjoy the sight in front of him.
Dabi’s hungry hands running over your body and your needing whines. It almost feels wrong to watch you two. Tamaki pushes himself over the edge and starts to place wet kisses onto your neck. You moan at the feeling of his teeth scraping against your skin. He leaves hickey after hickey, not caring about who might see them.
Ecstasy runs through your veins. Your nerves are tingling at the touch of the two men. You’re pretty sure you’ve died and gone to heaven, that’s the only explanation for this divine feeling.
“Do-Do you want to get-fuck. Get out of here?” Tamaki says loud enough for both you and Dabi to hear. “M-My place is just around the corner.”.
You pull away from Dabi, letting your head rest against Tamaki’s chest instead. Nodding against him, you looking at Dabi. Lust clouds his azure as he licks his lips sinfully. “God, yes,” he growls. Tamaki locks his hand with yours while the other rests on Dabi’s shoulder. He drags both of you out of the dancing crowd. Sweaty bodies bump into yours though you can’t bring yourself to care.
You don’t even register that you’ve left the party until the old night air hits your skin. Tamaki wraps his arm around your waist as he looks behind him for Dabi.
The raven-haired is fishing a carton of cigarettes out of his pocket. Tamaki sends him a sharp look though he only shrugs at it. He places a cigarette between his lips before taking lazy strides towards the two of you.
“Want one too, hotty?” he asks as he holds the carton out for you. You reach out to grab one but Tamaki slaps your hand away.
“Don’t,” he says lowly. His growly voice sends heat through your body. “I don’t need you two to smell like smoke.”.
Dabi rolls his eyes before stuffing the cigarette that was dangling from his lips back where it belonged. “You’re no fun,” he groans.
Tamaki simply shrugs before starting to walk towards his apartment. While he still has his arm around you, Dabi hand creeps down to rest in right against your ass. He gives it a squeeze earning a squeal from you and a chuckle from him.
You three remain relatively quiet for the rest of the walk. You bask in the fogginess the alcohol has left in your mind. A droopy smile adorns your lips and your steps are slightly wobbly, though you have Dabi and Tamaki to help you walk straight.
It’s only now that you see the flush on Tamaki’s skin and the haze in his eyes. He clearly had his fair share of drinks himself. And even though Dabi seems sober, the sticky sweet smell of weed wafting of him tells you differently.
Tamaki suddenly comes to a halt. He unwraps his arm from you and starts to fish his keys out of his pocket. Dabi takes this opportunity to smoothly press you against the wall. The cold bricks hit your burning skin.
His breath fans over your face. You try to push your lips against his but he just pulls away with a teasing grin. “Come on,” Tamaki says as he holds the door open for the two of you.
You stumble into the building. The hot air circulating through the house is a stark difference from that of the cold night. “Up the stairs,” Tamaki says with slurred words.
The three of you stumble of the steep staircase, praying to God that none of you trip and fall. You giggle to yourself as you think about how badly this situation can go. You, drunk off your ass in some strangers home.
Your worries get silenced when you see some of Tamaki’s roommates walking around the house. The fact that there are others around in case the two men have malicious intents makes your muscles relax.
That’s when you spot a familiar blond mop of hair. “Mirio?” you call out. Your tall friends turn around to face you. A girl with bright purple hair is clinging onto him, kissing up and down his neck. You had no clue when he left the club.
“Hey!” he says with a smile. “What are you doing here?”. His eyes dart over to Tamaki and Dabi stumbling up the
stairs after you. “Oh, I see. Have fun!”.
He sends you a wink before darting into his room with the girl. “Didn’t know you knew 'im,” you slur. Tamaki nods before pointing to a deep purple door, most likely his.
“I know him from school,” he says before striding over to his door and holding it open for you and Dabi. “And he’s my roommate.”.
Dabi darts past you and into the room. He lets himself fall down onto the small couch in Tamaki’s room. “Nice place you got here,” he says. “Real nice.”. His calloused fingertips run over the plush material of the couch.
Tamaki lays his hand on the small of your back before leading you into his room, closing the door behind him. Sweet citrus flows into your nose. His room is spotless. Light blue led lights illuminate the room.
“Want a drink?” he asks both of you before stumbling over to the mini-fridge standing beside his desk. You nod before walking over to the couch and letting yourself fall down next to Dabi.
Dabi wraps his arms around your shoulder and pulls you to lay comfortably against his chest. The rhythmic beating of his heart calms you down even further.
Tamaki pulls three bottles of beer out of the fridge, holding them up in the air for you to see. Dabi nods approvingly prompting Tamaki to open the bottles up for you all.
The soft pops of the caps being removed sound through the room. After the bottles are opened he walks over to the couch. You greedily grab the ice-cold bottle out of his hands before he sits down himself, beside Dabi.
You take a sip of the beer, savouring the bitter tingle it leaves in your throat. Dabi takes a swig of the bottle as well while Tamaki keeps on staring at the bed in front of him.
“Got some music?” Dabi asks. Tamaki nods. He pulls his phone out, quickly connecting with the speakers in his room. He opens up Spotify before handing the phone to Dabi.
“Y-You choose,” he says before finally taking a sip of his beer. Dabi smirks as he browses through the app.
You perch up as familiar tunes start to fill the room. “Arctic Monkeys? Jezus christ, you’re predictable,” you say before taking another chug of your beer.
“Shut the fuck up. It’s good music. Besides,” Dabi says before leaning in to whisper in your ear. “It’s good music to fuck too.”.
Heat rushes up to your face. You already guessed that that was the reason why Tamaki asked you to go to his place. But Dabi confirming your suspicions still makes you get flustered.
Tamaki chokes on his beer as he hears Dabi talks. Dabi chuckles as he gives Tamaki’s back a couple of slaps. “There there, shy-boy,” he says. Tamaki holds his hand up to signal Dabi to stop. He obliges and leans back into the couch again.
It stays quiet for a moment as the three of you sip on your beers. Dabi’s hand slowly creeps up your thigh, squeezing the soft flesh slightly.
“Bunny,” Tamaki says. You gulp at the nickname, fuck, is it hot. “Why don’t you come to sit on my l-lap for a bit?”. His dark eyes bore into yours. You nod before handing Dabi your beer.
His eyes are glued on your eyes as you crawl over him before sitting down on Tamaki’s lap. “You’re so pretty like this,” he says. Your skin is flushed, eyes droopy and smile loopy. One of his hands rests on your hip as the other moves to caress your cheek.
“You’re gonna be a good little bunny for us, right?” he asks as he glances over to Dabi. He is still sipping his beer while his eyes are focused on your hips and the way they subconsciously grind into Tamaki’s.
“If you don’t want this, just-just tell me,” Tamaki says. You shake your head as your hands move to play with Tamaki’s hair. “You gotta say it.”.
“I want this,” you say. A smile creeps up on Tamaki’s lips. He leans in closer. You quickly take the hint and press your lips against his.
The bitter of the beer he just drank still lingers on his lips. His lips move against yours softly and sloppily. His hand cups your cheek while yours tug softly on his hair.
He lets out a groan at a particularly harsh tug. Your hips grind into his on the beat of the music. Tamaki relishes in the heat radiating off your body. Your soft skin pressed against his, your sweet taste on his lips and fingers tugging on his hair.
Tamaki pulls away, earning a whine from you. “Fuck, bunny,” he groans out. Your hips don’t stop their movements even when you can feel him becoming hard under you. You let your head rest against Tamaki’s chest as you look at Dabi.
He is still holding onto a bottle of beer in one hand while the other is palming himself through his jeans. He licks his lip, running over the cold metal of his piercings.
“You two sure know how to put on a show,” he says. His voice borders a growl, making it all the hotter. You make grabby hands towards him.
Dabi obliges by placing his beer on the floor next to the couch and leaning forward until his body is pressed against Tamaki’s. He starts to run his hands over your body. His fingertips linger around your hips and thighs.
“Whatever will we do with you?” he asks while looking at Tamaki. The indigo-haired in question leans towards Dabi to whisper something in his ear.
All you can do is stay seated in Tamaki’s lap and grind your hips against his at an agonizingly slow pace. The small amount of friction goes straight to your stomach and helps to build up the knot forming.
Dabi smirks at Tamaki’s words before he stands up off the couch. “Baby,” he coons. “Why don’t you go sit on the bed and be nice and pretty for us?”. His cooky grin makes your heart skip a beat.
Tamaki nods at you as he lifts his hands off your body. With wobbly steps, you make your way over to the bed. You sit down on it, noting the plushness of the covers.
Dabi and Tamaki take their stand before you. They gaze down at you with lust in their eyes. “Think you can handle the two of us, baby?” Dabi asks. You nod at his words.
“Of course they can,” Tamaki adds. He takes a step closer to you to gently cup your cheek. You melt into his touch. God, you could stay like this forever. “You’ll be a good bunny for us, right?”.
“If not, we might have to punish you,” he adds, earning a chuckle from Dabi. You look up at the two men through your lashes. You can’t help but get turned on beyond belief at the sight of them. You’re in for a long night, that’s for sure.
Request:how about mr compress x reader where they’re a couple and decide to have a threesome with dabi? like, dabi is interested/flirts with the reader and mr compress instead of feeling jealous have the idea of suggesting a threesome lol
Word Count: 3.8K
A/N:Not my usual Dabi, almost a bit softer? Nervous? I think he has a lot on his mind and this boy has not touched another person so like…. !!! Here we go!! (this also took forever because they just have such different personalities) He’s not totally different but he feels different in this one
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Atsuhiro’s hand holds tightly onto yours. The tension in the room is thick- enough to make the back of your neck sweat, to feel the burning heat on your ears, cheeks aflame, and you can hardly hold back the nervous smile that twitches into life as you stare at Dabi who sits on your bed. Where Atsuhiro holds you firmly, his gaze analyzing the young man before him despite the amount of trust that is placed onto him, Dabi looks coolly towards the both of you- more so to you, his smile lax and gaze showing his true feelings towards the situation is lit with something energetic. Something that he can hardly contain himself.
“So,” you start, hoping to break the silence, “are we really talking about this?” You can feel their gaze on you and it only makes the twisting in your stomach worsen, your heart racing and pattering against your ribs.
“Do you not want to?” Atsuhiro asks and it’s the first time Dabi actually looks at the other man with something other than smugness.
“Wasn’t this your idea?” Dabi asks, slowly turning his attention back towards you.
“Ah, well-” you scratch at your hairline and suddenly your whole body feels itchy, as if it were crawling with ants- “both of ours, really.” He looks visibly confused and your partner holds tighter onto your hand, and when you take a quick glance, his cheeks are reddened. You return your gaze back to Dabi. “We both noticed how you tend to flirt- a lot- with me. At first I thought it was you know, just to get under Hiro’s skin, but then you did it more when he wasn’t around, and it became-” you tilt your head from side to side- “not so sexual, but softer.” Dabi pulls his mouth into a thin line and it looks like he’s about to defend himself. “And it’s fine!” You say hurriedly. “I liked it. Hiro gives me a lot of attention, so I’m not sure why I did, but I did. And I did- you know, reciprocate. I flirted back. And you and I continued.”
“And then I found out.” Atsuhiro interrupts. All eyes are on him, and for once, he looks uncomfortable under the spotlight. “I wasn’t upset. I wanted to be, but-” he shrugs and ends the thought. “Either way, I noticed how skittish they got when they were around you. It wasn’t difficult to notice how they’d linger around you, how they’d touch you or even how you’d touch them. Letting your hands linger on them- their arms, the small of their back, or even their thighs, creeping closer and closer to their sex. Putting your face so close to theirs, no doubt they could taste the smoke.” He clears his throat. “I didn’t hate it. In fact, I think I actually liked it.”
“So you’re into cuckolding?” Dabi asks, and it’s genuine curiosity. There’s no hidden malice laced into his words. He doesn’t crack a smile or even make an attempt to leave the room. He sits and listens.
“No.” Atsuhiro shakes his head. “Don’t mistake my interest for that sort of thing. What I’m implying is that if they’re interested and you are, then I’m unwilling to sit back or even step away for you to fuck them-” his words make you want to shrink in on yourself, and you turn your head, biting back your smile- “then, I’m sure we can all come to an agreement.”
“And if they prefer me to you?” Dabi asks, and his smile returns, teeth glinting under the light of the room.
“Then that’s for them to decide.” That makes Dabi’s smile falter. “I know that I’m willing-”
“And I am too,” you quickly interject.
“Then all we really need is your consent. If you rather not, there’s no hard feelings. But-” Atsuhiro waves a wand in Dabi’s direction, and all eyes are now on the man with bright eyes and a wanton look in his eyes- “it’s whatever you decide.”
It’s quiet for a moment.
Your heart beats so loudly in your chest, and your palm sweats. You so badly want him to say yes. But you also want him to say no, to deny this request and leave and avoid your gaze until death do you part. But you want him. You want him to nod and to kiss you and to feel his hands hold onto your body, to sear his touch into you.
“Okay,” Dabi says in a small voice. You release a breath that you hadn’t known you’d been holding. “I’m down with all of this.” He looks at you, and you’re too eager, and it must show in your expression, so openly and shamelessly. “Is there anything that’s off the table?” You tilt your head with wide eyes. “Am I allowed to kiss you?” He moves closer to you. “To fuck you and fill you with me seed?” You hold on tighter to Atsuhiro’s hand. “Are you allowed to call my name and tell me how much you love me fucking you?” Your mouth is dry, and your head is spinning, heat rushing to your core, and chills running across your body.
You really can taste the smoke on your tongue and he’s nearing closer and closer. His breath is warm, the tinge of smoke is filling your lungs and clouding your judgment and before you can close the space, hands cup at your chest and pull you back. You collide with a chest and Dabi scoffs at the lost kiss.
“Atsu?” You look up at him, and he replaces the lost kiss, shifting your body upwards until you aren’t straining your neck. His hands move along your body, one slides down your shirt, wrinkling the fabric until his hand is warmed by your skin. “Ah-” you try to call his name and the hand under your shirt kneads at your breast, and he’s pulling you close, undoing your bra, as the other hand holds your face, gripping your chin firmly, and unwilling to let you go. He pulls away for a breath, and in a raspy voice, you can only barely voice your own words. “Play nice,” you coo, pressing fleeting kisses along his jaw.
“Sorry,” he breathes to you, breath smelling like mint. “Dabi, I hope you understand that while I am willing to share, I also want you to know that I’m first to touch them.”
There’s no time wasted in getting you undressed. Hands grab at your clothing, and the fabric is discarded around the room, unfollowed by anyone, eyes too busy in watching as you’re nudged face first into the bed, your hips raised by cold hands and you can feel the warmth of your cunt drip down. You aren’t sure where to look at- if you should even have your eyes open during all of this, but in the reflection of a mirror, you catch Dabi. He’s staring at your cunt, his body free of fabric saved for his briefs, hands holding at your thighs, and his gaze is sharp, unblinking and hungry.
Atsuhiro, stares at you cunt, wearing only a pair of briefs, his prosthetic grabbing at your bum, spreading the cheek to widen your cunt, the soft, pink warmth, twitching under all the eyes. The other hand is clutching at the bed sheet under him, twisting the fabric in his hand.
“I gotta say,” Dabi starts out, his nails digging into your soft skin, “that is one pretty cunt.” The compliment- one that you’re unsure if you should take- twists your stomach, and has your cunt contracting, throbbing around nothing. A curse is hissed under his breath, and he turns to his head, peering over to look at you, watching your almost helpless expression- wide eyes, flushed face, and compromising position. He gives you a crooked grin, and it makes you hold your breath. “I’m guessing he gets to fuck you first, right sweetheart?”
The bed creaks and you follow Atsuhiro’s reflection as he rises from the bed and walks to the front of the bed. You turn your head, your arms sliding and hands pressing against the mattress to rise. “I’ll play nice, and let you do the honors of eating that pretty cunt.” You’re lifting yourself upwards, extending your neck and opening your mouth. He already has a noticeable bulge, and you wonder if Dabi has the same. “Afterwards, we’ll figure it out.”
The flat of Dabi’s tongue runs against your cunt, warm and raw, licking a long strip from your entrance to your clit. You take a sharp gasp and Atsuhiro takes that as his chance to slip his cock into your mouth. The whole of it is pushed inside of you, the head hitting against the back of your throat. As tears spring to your eyes, and before you can gag, he slips back, your tongue curling around the underside of him. The double sensations make it difficult to focus on anything. You’re losing breath, losing thought and focus as Atsuhiro uses your mouth as a fleshlight, slipping further and further into you, his arm stretched to hold the back of your head, lean body curved and poised to watch as you suckle on his cock, taking it so well and letting him just use you.
Dabi, on the other hand, is greedy. His tongue is swirling inside of you, pushing against the soft pink flesh that warms his tongue. Sweet nectar drips onto his wet muscle, sliding down the back of his throat and filling his tummy with warmth. It’s the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted. His hand is fisted around his cock, and he’s feasting on you, the lewd, slurping sounds filling his ears, followed by your muffled moans, and it’s the most at peace he’s felt in a long time. Your cunt pressed against his face, the puffy, warmth of it, his nose bushing along your slit whenever he goes to kiss at your twitching clit that’s puffed with arousal. He drinks your arousal, pursing his lips and trying to nurse on you, jerking his cock until the familiar sensation is making his body tingle- pins and needles walking over him as you shake, legs uncontrollable as his tongue laps at your cunt, curling and unfurling inside of you, desperate to reach further, to taste more of you.
Drool drips from your mouth, heavy, white strands that curve over your lips, and stain the bed. Like before, hands cup at your breasts- warm, and calloused- and they pull you back onto a chest, your legs bent at the knee, and spread, giving your partner a view of your cunt. It’s wet. Wet from your arousal. Wet from spit. Dripping, and leaking onto the bed. And you crane your head to look behind you, reaching to kiss Dabi, your legs inching to a close, until Atsuhiro stops them, keeping them open. You find your lips with Dabi, and he kisses you hungrily, his lips harsh, and bruising and you’d think he’d be disgusted given what lingers on your tongue, but he’s hungry, desperate even to kiss you. His hands paw at your chest, holding you close, and tightly, pinching and pulling at the nipples, tweaking at them to hear you squeal into the kiss.
Atsuhiro slips his fingers inside of you, and you’re whining, humping his hand, squeezing tight around his fingers. They spread, and close, scissoring and curling inside of you while you kiss Dabi. You’re losing air, taking small gasps to keep the kiss going, to not break away from him, your hands over his, letting him grope you, to take his full of you.
He pulls away, and you whimper, shaking your head and trying to catch his lips once more. “No, no,” you complain in a high-pitched voice. “Atsu, he’s being mean.” Your hands leave his, and you try to grab at his face, your hands brushing over his scarring, feeling the rough skin under your palms.
“Sorry sweetheart,” Dabi says, a puff of smoke exhaling past his lips as your hands finally cup his face. “But I don’t think I can hold out any longer.” His gaze is to Atsuhiro, who is still buried knuckle deep inside of you. “I wanna fuck them.”
“As do I,” Atsuhiro states, pulling his fingers out of your cunt. They’re covered in your arousal. But, you are the guest.”
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Dabi lays on his back, and he watches as you move, your hips raised, cunt above his erect cock, pearls beading out in clear buds. Your body curves, and you kiss him again, and he takes it, kissing you back greedily, his hands holding your body, sliding down, feeling every part where your body squishes against itself, your soft fat squished under his fingertips. You do the same.
Your hands trace over his body, just above where his staples pierce into his skin. And you’re so gentle, nothing but a phantom over him, your kiss softer than his, and he’s stopping. He isn’t pulling away, he sits, lies down, as you pull away and kiss at his cheeks. You’re avoiding his scars and it makes fire rush to his face, the tips of his ears, already burned and raw, even more so and his hand is twisting into the sheets under him and just before he can claw at you and spear you with his cock, a hand cups his.
Atsuhiro shakes his head, and smiles gently and it makes his intestines twist. He looks away and focuses on the mirror, watching you. Watching and feeling as you kiss his cheeks, cupping his neck and moving your cunt, sliding it, feeling how his cockhead slides against your puffy lips, brushing against your clitoris, and finally kisses at your entrance while you press gentle pecks under his eyes.
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You come into a sitting position, seated on his cock, and he breathes heavily- mouth open, throat dry as the light illuminates your body from behind. You move slowly, and your cunt is wrapped around him. He’s stretching your cunt so well. Your face is flushed, body hot and the pressure is already there. You can only hold onto it, rolling your hips and watching as his expression changes- eyes closed tightly, a long exhale as if this is all that he was waiting for, and he twitches inside of you.
You move on his cock, and beside you, Atsuhiro stands, your hand wrapped around his cock. With every bounce, you swirl your hand- it’s a hasty gesture, unrefined and no real rhythm to it other than the bounce accompanied.
“Ha,” you let out an airy moan. “Fuck Dabi, you feel so good.” The curve of his cock rubs along your walls, against the spot that has you whining and clenching tight around him. “I’m gonna- Fuck-” you let out a whine, tilting your head back, your hand loosening around Atsuhiro’s cock.
Atsuhiro cups at your chin, and turns you towards him, watching as his face is flushed, cheeks reddened and smile strained as he kisses your lips, muffling the moans. Pulling away, he holds your face, squishing your cheeks. “Don’t stop.”
“What a good fucking partner you have, Hiro.” Dabi’s hands dig into your skin, leaving marks over you, dressing and decorating your skin. “So pretty and tight.” He’s raising his own hips, meeting your thrust with his own. “Fuck.” He repeats the curse, eyes closed and mouth pulling into a grimace. “You’re doing so good, taking my cock and jerking him off.” Your name is echoed past his lips and you smile, grabbing a hand of his and having it curve over your chest. He fondles the breast, and when he opens his eyes, you grab his hand and he makes a grabbing motion, already missing the breast. You place a kiss on his palm and let the hand fall down to your thigh.
You turn, and Atsuhiro lets his cock nestle back in your open mouth, tongue swirling around, hand cupping at his package while Dabi moves you, bouncing you on his cock, huffing and moaning, keeping you close to him. The growing pressure releases and you clamp around Dabi’s cock like a vice, unyielding and he continues his pace, never faltering as you cream over him. You moan, and it’s muffled, nothing more than lost vibrations against a heavy organ. Your eyes widen, and seed fills your mouth. You hold yourself there, and seed leaks past the corner of your lips, dripping onto your chest. Dabi, stills, and thrusts, and you whine, pulling away with a white mouth as he pulls you close to his chest. You’re kept close, held tightly as he fucks you, and you kiss his neck, a hand running through his knotted hair as he finally stills. Warmth fills you, makes you feel full and you clench yourself shut, not wanting to waste any of it.
You take heavy breaths, lifting a hand to cover your bare chest as if that would give you some type of modesty after what just happened. Your skin slick with sweat and legs shaking, you open your eyes and catch Atsuhiro’s eyes. He gives you a wild grin and lies beside you. He turns his head towards you, his eyes half lidded and a soft smile gracing his features.
“Your arm?” You ask, lifting a hand from your chest to rest over his chest. His skin is warm, and flushed, and you reach with your fingertips to trace where his prosthetic connects to what remains of his arm.
“I’ll do it in a bit,” he mumbles, turning his attention to the ceiling, his eyes dark and focused and he’s breathing softly, before he rises to his forearms. You follow his gaze where Dabi sits uncomfortably on the edge of the bed, his shirt in his hands. Atsuhiro quickly glances at you, his hand inching toward you, his pinky scratching over your thigh.
“Are you leaving?” You ask, coming to rise beside Atsuhiro, your hand falling from your chest and he glances down for a moment before looking back up at you.
“I mean,” he jerks his head and turns to the door. “IIs there anything else that you want? We’ve fucked and that’s what you wanted, right?” You frown, shoulders slouching and a crease forms between your brows.
“Dabi,” you say softly and he responds by twisting his shirt. “You can spend the night with us. We’re not gonna throw you out or anything.” You lift your hand towards him. “Come on, I’ll even let you be in the middle,” you tease, stretching your grin wider and that has him scoffing.
“Fuck, ain’t that enticing,” he drawls out, dipping his head low, stray hairs obscuring his vision. “I didn’t get time to fix the room before y’all pulled me here so-” the shirt is placed behind him and he moves slowly- “if you’re really offering.” He looks at your hand that is still outstretched, and with a heavy swallow, he places his hand in yours. The bed groans under him as he moves to lay beside you, stiff and awkward.
“Are you cold?” He scoffs, and his hand is still in yours, held tightly as if you might pull away if he even twitches. He looks at you with dark eyes, and lips pulled into a thin line. “Answer the question, honey,” you coo, lifting the held hand and kissing at a nail.
“I’ll be fine,” he mumbles. His gaze is fixated on you, and you close your eyes, the room and your two lovers disappearing from view as you kiss the tip of his finger once more. His nail presses lightly against your bottom lip, and you lift upwards, his nail pulling slightly on your lip.
“Hiro,” you mumble, opening your eyes, and turning your head over to him.
“On it,” he replies, his hand inside a pillowcase and he pulls out marbles. His reflection is distorted in them and you turn back to Dabi, finally lowering the hand. His eyes are turned away, towards the door, the tips of his cheekbones, where the scars don’t quite reach are tinted in a fading red.
Blankets wave over your body and the others, tickling at your feet and grazing along the thighs of Dabi, barely covering the one farthest from you. Dabi looks up at you, and you grin at him. You try to pull your hand away and he only holds on tighter, not daring to break eye contact with you, not this time at least. You raise your brows in a knowing look and with your other hand, you brush away the hair that sticks to Dabi’s forehead. Your hand curves over his forehead, and down to the side of his cheekbones, feeling the texture of his scars tickle under your palm.
“It pays to date a magician.” Your tone is teasing and grin sharp, and Atsuhiro swats at your lower back. “Come on, let’s get some rest, okay?” You lower yourself and Dabi’s free hand twitches, coming up to cup at a breast as you kiss his lips. It’s slow and innocent, brushing along his lips, still slick with spit and he lifts his head, trying to deepen the kiss, a soft, low whine in the back of his throat, and you smile, pulling away, and lowering yourself once more to rub the tip of our nose against his. “Don’t overdo yourself, honey.” Your hand slides away from his face, and you can feel his gaze on you as you turn to Atsuhiro who only watches you with an amused grin.
“And you were scared this was going to be weird,” he teases. He lifts himself up, a hand cupping the back of your neck as he kisses you like you did with Dabi, and when he pulls away, he releases a slow exhale, lowering himself back to the bed. On the bed, he turns to Dabi, the gap where you should be leaving him a perfect view of the other. “You’re okay?” He asks in a gentle voice, light and genuine. Dabi gives a noise of affirmation and Atsuhiro taps along your back, against the middle of your spine, and you lay back down.
Turning onto your side to face Dabi, you carefully wrap your arms around his, your nose running along his bicep, scratching along his purple hued skin, the smell of his scarring, burnt skin, and sweat, fill your nose and it makes your mouth acidic and arms hold on tighter to him. Behind you, Atsuhiro buries his nose into the nape of your neck, your growing hairs tickling the very tip, and he presses a faint kiss against you. The blanket is heavy and warm above you, and you shake your head lightly, nuzzling into Dabi’s arm, mumbling a low “goodnight” into the room, and in the middle of the night, sharing a bed with two others, Dabi is at peace, sleeping, and the pain of his body only a dull memory.
When I make up a scenario about this song in my head I picture a former Hawks x Reader and he always put everything before her, so she left him for Dabi.
Then like he’s soooooo upset about it cause he didn’t realize how much he loved u until he lost you.
Dabi loves u and he puts u before everything else and your genuinely so happy with him it makes u wanna cry.
You’re on a date with Dabi on a rare occasion yall go out cause he’s a wanted villain
Hawks developed a drinking problem because of your breakup and he sees y’all dancing and you look so flipping happy.
During the part of the song where it goes “cause I remember how much you loved to dance” he’s just watching Dabi dip you down, and his happiness just doesn’t come back like literally ever.
He loves you, but he never showed it so you left, and now Dabi is treating you the way Hawks should’ve.
+Anything intimate or ever on the verge of being lovey was not even on the table with Dabi. I don’t even know what I would call the thing between us. We’re not exclusive to each other but Dabi flips shit if he sees me with anyone else. Half of me is annoyed while the other half is flattered.
I was sitting on a bar stool in a popular bar near the middle of the city. I needed a bit of time to let go. Normally, I would just go to the bar at the hideout but I felt like Toga, Shiggy, and Dabi would just make me more anxious. Well, I actually would love to have Dabi here but even if he could he probably wouldn’t be here with me.
“Rum & Coke please.” I sat down at the bar. The bartender nodded and turned to work. It was easier for me to go out to a normal place like this then the others since I technically wasn’t a villain. “Thank you.”
“Pleasure.” The bartender winked before attending to another customer. I rolled my eyes. I turned to gaze at the dance floor. Half the people seem to be already plastered while the other half only slightly tipsy. I laughed at the outrageous behavior I was seeing tonight.
“Dip shits.” I smirked as a few people wired out. In the corner of my eye, I saw a tall figure approaching me. At first I thought it was a certain fire wielder. I looked sideways and saw a tall, brown haired man with tanned complexion.
“Why hello there, pretty thing.” He had an accent I couldn’t place. The man propped himself next to me. I looked up at him.
“Hi.” I simply said before looking back at the crowd. Only one guy has ever caught my attention and he certainly did not fit the bill.
“What’s your name, pretty thing?” He took a strand of hair and began to twirl it. I immediately used my quirk, took it out of his hand and turned to him.
“Do not do that. And none of your business.” I snapped.
“Oh come on.” He said playfully. He moved in closer. “Don’t be like that. I just want your name and to get to know you.”
“Don’t waste your time dude.” I moved away from the bar. I walked away towards an empty pool table. I set my drink down on a table and he came walking up.
“Playing hard to get are we?” He leant against the table.
“No.” I deadpanned while giving him a blank look. I flung my hand and the pool balls went into formation. I picked up a stick and began to play on my own. He stood there and watched me with a hungry look. I inwardly groaned.
“Damn, you are hot.” He kept up with his remarks. I ignored every one of them. He wouldn’t get the point that I wanted nothing to do with him.
Every now and again when I looked out into the crowd, I swore I saw a familiar black coated figure. It made me think back to my relationship with said man. I wish he wasn’t so against having something solid between us. My feelings for him were strong but he didn’t believe in that stuff. No hand holding, no cuddling, nothing affectionate. Or at least that’s what he kept preaching.
A waitress came and asked if I wanted another drink. I asked for Whiskey Sour. I needed something stronger to deal with the bozo. I took a drink as he looked at me over the edge of his glass. The hunger that was present earlier has intensified.
“Can you just buzz off?” I asked, annoyed. He only gave me a smile. How I wish Dabi was here so he could roast him.
“Nope. You’re too interesting to leave.” He said in a sultry voice. I scoffed in disgust and stood up to play another game. “Baby! Come back and sit with me.” He called me. “Baby!” He kept calling me. Eventually, I got annoyed and stormed over to the table.
“You are so fucking annoying!” I sneered and motioned my hand so the knife on the table would move to his throat. He put his hands up but continued to smirk.
“I’ve been told.” He shrugged. “But it’s a part of my charm.” I groaned, dropping my hand. The knife followed.
“Not in the slightest.” I muttered and I slumped back in my chair. I picked up my glass and brought it up to my lips. I saw a swish of black in the corner of my eye. I went to look but a voice spoke up first.
“Don’t.” A familiar voice snapped and a scarred hand pushed the drink from my lips and grabbed the glass from me. I looked up at Dabi in shock.
“Dabi?” He pressed himself against me, his chest to my back.
“This pathetic bitch drugged your drink, babe.” Dabi threw the glass at him before intertwining his fingers with mine, making me freeze. His aqua eyes were locked on the douche. I could physically see the man shaking with fear causing me to chuckle.
“D-ddda…” He stuttered. Dabi threw his other arm around my shoulders. He lifted his hand and ignited his blue flames. The heat from the flames broke my daze.
“Get lost.” The guy almost knocked the table over by how fast he ran away. He extinguished the flame. “You keep shit company.”
“Does that apply to multiple people?” I looked at him to see him give me a glare. “Plus, I wasn’t trying to keep him for company. He just wouldn’t take a fucking obvious hint.” I said irritated before letting my weight fall against him.
“I need a drink.” He groaned. He waved over a waitress. As he ordered his beer and another drink for me, I looked down at the hand he was holding. I was glad he was behind me because he couldn’t see the giddy smile on my face. “You could have told me you were going out. I would have come with you.”
“You would?” My hopes going up a bit. He took a big drink before slamming the bottle down.
“No shit.” He said looking around. His grip on my hand tightened a bit. “Who else would deal with these shithead perverts?” I laughed.
“Dabi… You’re a shithead pervert.” I said. He growled and tightened his grip again.
“Why you little…” He sighed annoyed. I looked down at our hands again. I reveled in the moment because I knew eventually he would pull away. I tried to subtly trace the juncture of his scar but I felt him stiffen. I did as well. I bit my lip and closed my eyes. I was preparing myself for rejection.
“Here it comes.” I said under my breath. I heard him let out a heavy sigh. Instead of throwing away my hand, he brought it up to his lips and quickly pecked it.
“This place is getting boring. How about we cut out and find something better to do?’” He finished his beer. I gaped at him. He met my eyes and gave me a ‘what’ look. “What? What’s up with you?”
“Oh nothing. Just…surprised.” I took the last couple swigs of my drink before getting out of my chair. I went to let go of his hand but he grabbed my wrist. He maneuvered our hands so they were comfortable to walk with. “I…oh, okay.”
“Let’s go.” He said before tugging me along. He pulled me outside before pulling me to walk close to him. “Next time you get the urge to go out where there are dipshits like that bozo in there, be sure to tell me. I’m not letting someone lay they’re hands on me…ya.” He gruffed. I could hear the unspoken words at the end of the sentence. 'My girl/man/ partner.’ I hid my smile before he could see it.
“Sooo… why is that?” I said curiously. “It seems awfully close to being affectionate.” I lifted our combined hands into view. He sneered and growled a 'Whatever’ under his breath but nonetheless didn’t remove his hand from mine. He yanked them down and I laughed.
“Come on.” He gruffed. I looked up and saw his eyes locked on something across the street. I looked and saw a few police officers and heros. He pulled me down the opposite alley. I went to tease him again but he cut me off. “Don’t even.” I tried to contain my laughter as he sulked and pulled me along.
