all might / toshinori yagi : - is not a fan of chocolate ( he can eat it, but doesnt necessarily like it ) - uses his quirk at least once a day to pose infront of his mirror - forgot his own birthday once and was surprised that others remembered ( he cried about that )
present mic / hizashi yamada : - makes his own songs / cover songs - lives off of coffee, because hes always super busy ( he has 3 jobs after all ) - has extra hair care, because of him always putting this much gel on his hair
eraserhead / aizawa shouta : - wears glasses - got confessed to in high school, but didnt know it was a confession so he just left ( poor girl,,,, ) - had a pet hamster called momo when he was little
mr. principal / nezu : - is somehow related to aizawas pet hamster - he has a personal therapist ( he has issues,,, ) - never finds his shoesize in the adults section
midnight / nemuri kayama : - only chose her outfit and appearance to be this way, so she would get recognized more easily - has at least once made her teachers fall asleep during class with her quirk - got heartbroken many times,,,,
thirteen : - often gets misgendered, because of her costume - is considered scary when it comes to her quirk - is super up-beat and likes j-pop culture
ectoplasm : - super nerdy, even in his free time ( the usual math enjoyers ) - draws smiley faces on good tests - has a good fashion style but fails to show it
( note : i really wanted to add thirteen and ectoplasm, because i really like them as character even though we didnt get to see a lot of them in the series ! really overlooked ! i lvoe them so much though !)
if anyone wants other headcanons, please request them !
Summary: Self indulgent ficlet with a contemplative, worrisome Endeavor.
Warnings: None! Pure, unadulterated fluff.
The three remaining Todoroki children all come to a sudden realization: they hadn’t seen their father at home for quite some time. Everyday when they returned they find the house quiet. They knew their father worked long hours and was rarely home but often times when they were getting ready for the day, they would hear him leave. Now however they heard nothing when they were awake and nothing when they were asleep. The new dynamic at home was welcomed by the youngest of the three while the two eldest weren’t sure what to make of it, despite the new peace they were worried for his safety and well-being.
Enji would find his way to your home everyday after work, he’d set his shoes aside while you helped him remove his jacket. No words would be spoken, afraid the sound of speech would shatter the intimate moment. He’d wander over to the recliner you had bought for him and sit down, a short glass of bourbon in hand, to contemplate. The time varies. He may sit in silence from ten minutes to an hour. He’d sit alone or pull you into his large lap when you passed by. Those were the moments he’d cry. Letting the emotions he bottled up release in a torrent of self-doubt. Asking questions you didn’t have the answer to but helped explain away, your fingers combing through his crimson colored hair while he hid in the crook of your neck. Often how he wondered how much suffering he had to endure for sufficient recompense, what he had to do to prove he’s changed and learned from his mistakes. What he had to swear to reconcile with the people he’s hurt. That’s all he wanted and the longer time went on the heavier the task weighed, you tried to share the burden but this was his to resolve.
Contemplative silence accompanied with your presence was calming, grounding. Holding you in his arms he didn’t feel so alone, you relied on him and that made getting out of bed worth it. Your smile was the light of his life, your laughter the fuel to his fire, the way you looked at him in soft moments the reason he kept going.
The time varied but when he felt that he had recharged enough his attention is solely on you. You’ve been so attentive to his needs he can only repay in kind in his own awkward and unsure way. The first on his list is to always make sure you’ve eaten, your health one of his top priorities so he’ll ask if you have. Offering to make a meal with you or take you out, if neither of you are in the mood to socialize takeout is ordered right to your doorstep. The next nightly step is asking how your day was, letting you unload your worries and stresses onto his more than capable shoulders. He doesn’t want you to keep your emotions under lock and key, knowing full well how dangerous that can be. He’s not as wise as he wishes but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t offer you advice and even help with whatever has you down. Work to familial matters and everything in between. He wants to he relied on, to be the rock and light in your life just as you are to his. He’d do everything for you if he could but he’s aware that kind of relationship can turn toxic and he wants to avoid that if possible. Though he doesn’t know if any relationship with him no matter the length will stay stable. No more toxicity, no dependency and no fights. The motto he lives by throughout your relationship until its second nature. Healthy, happy and secure.
Your home becomes as cold as the Arctic whenever Enji is around. His quirk a blessing and a curse. Even when its deactivated Hellflame produces an exorbitant amount of heat, heat that when he’s trying to relax and wind down makes him unbearably uncomfortable. Solution? Crank that thermostat down as it could go. Compromise? Enji pays your electric bill and he keeps you warm with snuggling. Perfect compromise. It just works.
The Number One Hero is a walking furnace, a furnace that has no qualms about you using him as a bed. Its the least he can do for putting you through the cold for his sake. Your form resting against his while a thin blanket is draped across your bodies for privacies sake as an extra layer of insulation. His hand is large, fingers thick and calloused and barely used to administrating soft touches. He tries. Hand laying at the curve of your back, his fingertips brushing across your spine, your head laying on his broad chest. The moment is serene. The occasional activation of the air conditioner breaking the quietness of the room, the whirring of the blades drowned out by the thudding heartbeat directly underneath your ear. There was something unique about sleeping with a hero, the top ranking hero at that, that made the world feel different. Feel safe. The worries of the world and the villains all melted away.
Eventually the thumping of Enji’s heart and the exhaustion of the day catches up with you, lulling you to sleep without your consent. You don’t realize you’ve fallen asleep until you’re in a dream, whatever blessed reprieve from the outside world taking control of your senses. Hands play with your hair and massage the knots out of your muscles so delicately, ghosts of touches placed on your skin while the your half waits to follow you to the Dreamland.
Sleep never comes to Enji easily, never has. Even when he pushed his body to the point of falling apart he’d lay awake, staring at the ceiling, and even witnessing the sunrise once or twice before he’d fall asleep. Never for long. An hour or two at the moment. That’s not the case with you. The sleep cycle he’s known the majority of his life gets turned on its head in your presence, in your arms he nods off before he can stop the encroaching slumber. Part of him welcomes it with open arms and the other, the ever alert hero, needs him to stay awake. He knows he’s the target of many villains and needs to be vigilant to ensure your safety. His heart clenches in despair whenever his intrusive thoughts turn down the path of losing you. Getting caught in the crossfire or kidnapped to be used against him are two possibilities that do keep him up at night, thoughts swimming of what would happen if he lost you. His ultimate failure.
He doesn’t notice you’ve woken up until your hands are on either side of his face, cupping his cheeks and your worried voice calling out his name. Snapped back to reality he always apologizes for waking you, never accepting that you simply needed water as an answer. You must’ve known and felt his worry in your sleep, his teeth grind together when he gets lost in his own thoughts.
“You won’t let that happen, I’ll never leave you”, he’s always stunned silent whenever you say such things. His firstborn, his wife, his other children, his family. You have so much trust in him to give him hope like that, he’d understand if you feared the relationship with him would have the same outcome but you don’t. Day-after-day building him to be better and more than he was. His large arms scoop you up and hold you close, if he didn’t fear what you’d think of him he’d let a handful of tears slip. He had never known happiness this unbridled, this pure before. It defeated him every way imaginable and he wanted more, the only thing granted to him unreservedly that he’d accept. Keeping you from the cold, saving you from the villains, letting you mould him, helping him reconcile with his remaining family..
Paring: Dabi x Female Hero Reader Characters: Dabi, Izuku Midoriya, Tomura Shigaraki, Kurogiri, Keigo Takami Rating: SFW with some themes
Hi there! Welcome to the final part of this lil story thing. Please make sure you have read both Part 1andPart 2 before reading this. Hope you enjoy <3
The days seemed to blur together after your run-in with him.As you glanced around the city, your mind took you back to that day…
“Be mine.” Your jaw dropped from pure shock. “Fucking pardon?!” You spewed. “I want you to be mine.” Those were the last words you expected to hear from this… villain. “Are you mental? Absolutely not!” You whined with furrowed brows. You ducked your head underneath his arms and free yourself from his poorly thought-out trap. “Why not?” He asked. His voice almost sounding genuinely intrigued. “Why not?!” You mock. “Listen here buttercup–” You wave your finger in his face, pointing directly at the smiling man that stood by your fingertip. “YOU are a bad guy. A criminal. I am a hero. The one you’re supposed to be avoiding. Starting to pick up what I’m putting down?” Dabi poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue. “Yeah I get it. So… your answer?” His defiance was nothing less than irritating. “Did you not hear me the first time? No.” “Hm. Okay.” His eyes lowered as he inhaled deeply. “I’m gonna give you a week to think it over. Change your mind, come find me. If your answer is still the same, then I’ll leave you alone.” Your mouth opened as if it were to say something, but nothing came out. “Sound good, Princess?” “I…” You were at a loss for words. He really wasn’t giving up. One last flash of his cocky smile and he was gone…
“Y/N!” A voice calls out. You turn to see a bubbly Izuku Midoriya. “Hey you okay? You’ve been acting kinda off lately. Hero work getting too much?” He was sweet. Always worrying about you. “Hey Zu, I’m alright. Just a lot of things on my mind.” Midoriya nodded with a slight frown. His bottom lip pursed into a pout. “I get that… Well I hope you’re okay! Always here if you need me!” He beamed. “ThanksDeku.” He laughs as you impersonate the angry pomeranian that is Bakugo. You ruffle his hair and smile to him. “Hey…” Midoriya’s eyes quickly shot up to yours. “Can I ask you something?” “Of course!” “If you had to make a choice…” You pause gathering your thoughts. “And one of the outcomes is so morally wrong but you know deep down… you want it, what would you do?” Midoriya spoke no words to you. He mumbled at the speed of light to himself before snapping out of it. “I think… if it isn’t hurting anybody then it can’t be too awful.” An odd sense of guilt washed over you. Dabi was a villain. IS a villain. “Thanks.” You urge yourself to say. “No problem!” As you trail off into the distance, you pull out your phone. “Hey, Keigo? I need a favour.”
Dabi lazily slouched himself over the bar. Yawning at the lacking excitement going on the in league. “What’s up with scars over there?” Shigaraki hisses to Kurogiri. Kurogiri shrugs whilst cleaning a glass. “Wouldn’t know. He seems bored to me.” With all the heroes quickly putting stops to every plan they demised, it was no wonder there wasn’t much to do. The door to the bar swung open. They turned to see a grinning Hawks standing beside you, a lowranking hero that they knew was powerful. “Hey hey hey! How we doin’ folks?” Hawks boasted. “Y/N…” Dabi smirked as he lifted his head from the bar. “You’re coming with me.” You say, gripping him by the collar. “Yes ma’am.” He chuckles, sending a quick ‘it’s fine’ signal to the other league members.
“So… looks like you’ve come to find me–” “Zip it pyromaniac.” You say, staring him down with your arms folded over your chest. “You better listen real close, understand.” He licked his teeth with a smoulder and nods. “If this is happening, I have a few rules.” “Why of course Miss Goody.” You roll your eyes. “I’m not going to protect you.” He seems taken aback. “You so much as pickpocket someone or graffiti something, I will take you in. Don’t think that this…” You hesitate as you reach the word. “relationship… is a ticket to doing whatever the hell you want, because it’s not.” Dabi remains silent, nodding gently along with your words. “I will try and lure you into traps. I will do whatever i can in my power to take you down. Am I understood?” You take a deep breath and await his response. “That’s all?” He asks smugly. “Understood every word from your cute little mouth.” You frown as your cheeks flush. “W-well good!” You scramble after your confidence. “As long as I’m protecting the streets, I don’t want to hear your name even muttered.” “Can’t promise that, Princess.” Dabi lifts his hand to your face. Thumb grazing over your bottom lip. “So. The verdict?” He raises an eyebrow. “I guess we can give it a shot.” You mumble under your breath. “So cute–” He grips his hands beneath your thighs and lifts you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. “I can’t wait to corrupt my pretty little doll.” One last smirk, one you had seen so many times in the past few years. Holding you steady with one arm, he used his free one to pull you in to his lips by the nape of your neck. You pull back from the kiss. “You’d better not be using me.” You growl. “Never, Princess.”
genre: y’all up for sum v soft fluff from our boy??
details: deku and the reader are second years
(Y/N)
It was dismissal time. Most of the students go to either go to their dorms or go out with their friends, but here I am.
The peaceful library of UA.
I love reading books and all. I love the scent of old and new books and I’m more comfortable reading by pages than scrolling on my phone. It has a very relaxing atmosphere, allowing me to calm myself after a hard training for us to become heroes in the near future.
I wasn’t alone. Beside me is Izuku, also reading for further research. Seriously, this guy is into a lot of research about quirks, heroes and the likes, but I don’t know why. He has his powerful one, and he could pursue on being a pro hero. Although, he still keeps on writing down information for additional knowledge. What a lovely nerd.
I finished the book, so I got up and started to find an interesting one to read next. I inspected the titles in the spine one by one, and there, I found it but it has no title, which made me wonder. The problem is, it is on the 2nd row from the top of the shelf, making it hard to reach for me. Yes, I’m short, but I think this is just normal for girls. Footsteps approached behind me as I stood on my tiptoes to reach the said book. A hand grabbed it with no effort and then gave it to me. It must be nice to be tall enough to reach these high-ass shelves.
“You could’ve just called me if you can’t reach it,“ Izuku chuckled.
"I don’t want to disturb you. You seemed to be busy jotting down some details for your hero notes.”
“Nope, if it’s you who called, it won’t bother me.”
I sighed and dusted the book in my hand. It was a hard bound cover, but it only has curly border designs and the title was scrapped off. I smiled. It feels like I’ve seen this book before.
“Hey, that looks familiar…” He muttered.
“It is, but I don’t remember what’s its title though.”
He pressed his fingers in his chin, thinking. “Yeah, that book is old, but we had read it at somewhere…”
I gasped, "Oh, right! I remember now!”
“It’s ‘The Day Before the World Ends’!” We chorused and laughed.
“I missed reading this book,” I said.
“Yeah, me too,” He replied. “I think it was last year when we found it?”
-izuku, a year ago -
Aizawa-sensei left the room as he finished his lesson and we waited for the next class. I sighed, having my brain squished for the topic, but I think I understood most of the lesson. My classmates shifted their seats beside their friends to chatter.
I looked around to search for my friends. Uraraka-san was talking to the girls, Iida-kun is outside to run an errand from a teacher, and Todoroki was sleeping on in desk.
I happened to pass behind Kirishima, “Hey guys! What are you talking about?”
“Nothing much, just about (L/N)-san.” Kaminari replied.
“(L/N)-san?” I sat beside them, glancing at the said girl, “Is there something wrong with her?”
“No, she’s perfectly okay but dude, how can she be so hot and cute at the same time! She’s got the wits too, she’s a whole package!” Kaminari said in adoration, “Apparently she grew up in another country and her accent sounds sexy~”
“And she’s popular too… even the classes from other departments look up to her.” The rednette sighed.
I looked at her. She was having a conversation with Uraraka and Yaoyorozu. I think she’s pretty too but, I just absentmindedly ran my mouth, "I think she’s average.”
“Really, Midoriya?” Both of them seemed to be very unconvinced.
I HAD THE WRONG WORDS. SHE’S DEFINITELY PRETTY, but as to not further embarrass myself, I continued.
“Y-Yeah, I think she looks f-feminine.”
"Midoriya has a poor taste in girls.” Kaminari teased.
“W-What? I-It’s not like that!” I stuttered.
They laughed, “Then, what do you think of Uraraka?”
“Well,” I fidgeted, not knowing the right thing to say,” S-She’s pretty normal too.”
They put their heads in their desks, “Why did we bother to ask…”
I chuckled nervously and scratched my hair, "I’m sorry if I don’t seem to be hitting the topic. I-I’m not really good with girls…”
“You think we are too? If I were good with girls, I probably won’t be single right now.” Kaminari laughed.
“Is that so… w-why are you guys talking about them? Do you happen to like Uraraka-san or (L/N)-san?
"Hey, we’re just discussing, t’s not like I have serious feelings for them!”
"I think… I like her.”
Kirishima and I stopped as we heard Kaminari. Lovestruck, he was looking directly at (L/N) when he muttered those words.
I asked, “You… like her, Kaminari?”
He was awakened from reality, "Huh? What? Did I said something?”
“Yeah. You said you like (L/N)-san.” Kirishima poked his arm.
“WHAT. I DIDN’T SAY SUCH A THING!”
“Yes you did, dumbass. Midoriya can testify.”
The blondie covered his face, “How embarrassing!”
"Kaminari, if you really like her, then why don’t you just tell her right away?” I asked without thinking.
“Midoriya, its not very easy to confess, you know.”
Upon imagining if I were in that situation, I blushed, “Oh, right.“
I reached the library right after the dismissal to finish my assignments and read some books about quirks. I know I have my own now, but it’s definitely an ace if I study more about heroes and the quirks, and later on, I’ll start my training.
I was picking a book when someone talked to me.
"Was that a manga?”
“H-Huh?”
I turned around and saw the slender figure of (L/N)-san.
“The one that you’ve been reading a while ago. Was that manga?”
“U-Uh… that was Hirokita’s.”
“Hirokita’s? What’s that?” She went confused.
“H-He’s the author of the book. Its The Origin of The Quirks and its Diversity.”
“Oh, I thought Horikita’s was the title. You must really like these kinds of books. Is it good?”
She was talking to me, I can’t believe it! I turned around a little so she can’t see me blushing.
“Yes. D-Do you read a lot of books? It doesn’t seem like it t-to be honest.”
“Yeah. I don’t read in the classroom but, I like fantasy, hero, and classic novels very much.”
W-We’re actually the same!
“T-Then, let’s read t-together!” I blurted out.
Her eyes seemed to sparkle, “Really?”
I nodded, “I recommend these…H-Here, that’s o-one of J.K Rowling’s novels. I-Its very awesome! So are F.S Fitzgerald novels on the lower section!”
"Thanks. I’ll definitely read these!” She said as she picked up the book I pointed to.
"B-But, can I ask a favor, Midoriya-kun?”
“Favor? What is it, (L/N)?”
“Can you teach me the recent lesson in Math and English? I don’t quite get it. Pretty please?”
My eyes averted to the side, “S-Sure! But you could’ve asked Iida-kun. I bet he got the lesson more than me!”
“I asked him first, but he said he has to attend his strict training regiment. I’m thankful you agreed, Midoriya-kun!”
I haven’t talked to (L/N)-san since I am nervous, but here I am, agreeing to teach her. I am praying to god so that nothing awkward can possibly happen.
After that chat, our meetings and conversations became more frequent. Of course, I was very flustered at first, but soon we became partners in a test against teachers, talked in the class, and stayed in the library a lot, before parting for our own quirk and technique training. We read and share ideas to each other. Before I even knew it, I realized that it was so much fun to be with her, that I’ll never be nervous anymore even if I got trapped in a room with her.
It’s been a long time since I spend time with someone with the same interests as me. I am glad to meet another friend.
Friend…
The second I knew, she was climbing on the shelf trying to reach a book at the top, standing on a chair.
“(L/N)-san! Be careful! You can lose balance and that part is dusty!”
“I’ll be alright-”
Her reply was cut off when she pulled the book from the shelf and a cloud of very fine dust appeared in front of her. The chair shook as she blew the dust off, but I held it and assisted her to get down.
“I told you its high and dusty! Y-You could’ve fallen!”
“Well, I didn’t, thanks to you.” She smiled.
I sighed in relief I was about to reply when I accidentally caught a sight of her skirt that I shouldn’t see. I internally screamed and quickly moved away, making a weird noise.
“Is there something wrong, Deku-kun!”
“I-IT’S NOTHING!!”
She ‘hmmed’, scanning the book in her hands.
“A-Anyway, what’s the book that you want to check out?” I continued, calming myself.
"I caught my attention. Look, it doesn’t have a title.” She pointed.
She gave me the book and I turned the pages to search for the title. “Oh, I’ve read this book in my middle school. It’s about the day before the end of the world.”
She put her fingers on her chin as she repeated the title, “How interesting yet terrifying to think of.”
"Yeah. Its genre is fantasy, although we know that it will eventually come but I hope it won’t be very soon. I’m still fascinated about how authors write these.”
“Me too. The author’s imagination must be amazing.” She agreed.
“What will you do if the world’s going to end tomorrow, (L/N)-san?” I asked.
“Hmm, if that’s the case, then I’ll spend time with all my loved ones and eat a lot of sweets all day.” She cheerfully replied.
“Sweets? I saw you eating a bunch these past days.”
“Then I’ll eat the ones that I had never tasted before! Or any cuisine I’ve never tried too! If the world’s going to end, at least let me leave peacefully with a full stomach.” We chuckled.
Our laughs ceased, and before we knew it, piles of books fell on where (L/N)-san pulled the said material off.
"Oops. I’m sorry…” She mumbled.
I sighed, “I guess we have to clean these or the librarian will scold us.”
“Yeah, sure.”
We picked up the books on the floor and dusted them as well. It’ll be a waste if we left them with their titles covered with these. We chattered as we work and soon enough, we were almost finished. I put the remaining books on their shelves.
“Uhm, Midoriya-kun…” She called.
“What is it? I turned to her direction.
"I was wondering… what you’d do if the world’s going to end tomorrow?”
I inhaled before I answered.
“I’d tell you that I like you.”
Her eyes widened when she heard my statement.
I faced the shelves, “Then I turn into the cosmic dust. The end.”
Silence engulfed the space for minutes. I didn’t dare to say another word, nor does she.
I MIGHT HAVE SAID THAT WITHOUT STUTTERING, BUT I’M PANICKING INTERNALLY. WHAT DO I DO? WHY THE HECK DID I SAY THAT, THAT WASN’T UNCALLED FOR. OH NO OH NO OH NO SHE’LL THINK I’M A WEIRDO AND AVOID ME. I AM INDEED ATTRACTED TO HER BUT I DON’T EVEN PLAN TO DO THIS IZUKU YOU IDIOT —
“Are you teasing me?” She asked again, interrupting my internal chaos.
“No.” I tried my best to sound calm.
Her hand clung to my arm in the middle of my panicking. I accidentally faced her, exposing my embarrassed self.
“W-Why are you blushing?” Asked (L/N).
“N-No I-I’m not!!” I defensed, covering my entire face.
Her lips formed a wide smile, “You’re lying! Its crimson red!”
I slowly took my hands off my face,
“I-Its crimson red…”
She leaned on the shelf, giggling, “I didn’t expect that but… I like you too. Very much.”
“M-Me too…”
-izuku, present -
*inwardly cringing*
I have never felt so embarrassed upon remembering a memory. It felt like it just happened yesterday. But, oh well. That turned out alright somehow.
“I have been meaning to reread this!” (Y/N) said, carefully turning the pages.
“Did you forget already?”
“You think I did? I just thought it would be fun to look back!” She playfully hit my arm, "Hey, Izuku.”
“Yes?” I replied.
“What will you do if the world’s going to end tomorrow this time?”
I smiled at her as I gave her my best answer.
“I’ll hug you and tell you I love you with all my heart for the last time, then we’ll turn into cosmic dust.”
→being a famous youtuber and being a college student needs good time management, but you’re shit at that. so, fancying a boy working at the coffee shop would be out of the question, right?
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ
a/n: i doubt that many will read this cuz i fucked up my time management the last 4 months and couldn’t update anything but now i come back with depressing shit lolol anywaysss i hope you’ll enjoy this hahaha
→ being a famous youtuber and being a college student needs good time management, but you’re shit at that. so, fancying a boy working at the coffee shop would be out of the question, right?
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ
a/n: guess who’s back after 2 weeks of stress and immense plot changes anNNnDD she’s back with some angst ahahaha lolol ok i was busy with my personal life and the fact that i was fighting internally wether or not i should change up the plot :D and so this is the result of two weeks of self-doubt and exhaustion lololl anyways, sorry for the delay and i hope you enjoy <3
Me tightly holding Toga in my arms: “I just want to make one thing clear. If anything ever happens to my poor, sweet, baby Toga. I’d kill everyone in here and then myself.”
I’ve been really into My Hero Academia lately and I wanna read Headcanons on it, any suggestions on accs and masterlists?? Especially those with Tokoyami hcs
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: 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.
Rui is a playful high-elf and Kai is a serious alchemist who frequently searched for rare herbs around the elven forest. They met at the edge of the forest, where Rui was wandering alone at the border of the elven forest and Kai who was looking for a rare plant that only grew in the elven forest area.
Kurono (Chronostasis) is Kai’s loyal assistant and often accompanies Kai on his exploration of rare minerals and plants. He probably didn’t like Rui because he thinks, Rui just distracted his master’s job.
Nemoto Shin is in the same party as Kai and Kurono, a former con artist who ended up working as a merchant in this party. His ability to read other people precisely made him difficult to fool. According to Shin, Rui was the most honest person he had ever met and it made him uncomfortable. . . . // I, probably, blinded myself during the whole process of drawing this pieces of scenes.
“I’d love a Dabi x Reader where he occasionally visits their place for casual hookups but this time around he gets back there a little worse for wear whether it’s a fight or not taking care of himself something so reader takes a shower with him to take care of him and through that intimate act they end up banging. The reader is chill but empathetic and probably be more teasing towards him becoming more tender over time as he becomes more sincere.”
This is my first time writing Dabi, so let’s give it a shot!
Warnings: Violence, blood (Dabi gets in a fight uwu)
WARNING! Sinners only beyond this point. This is a dirty burnt nugget fic.
“Fuck,” Dabi cursed under his breath. A sharp grunt left him as he leaned against the damp brick wall of the dirty alleyway. His chest heaved with exhaustion and the aftereffects of adrenaline leaving his system. Looking down to examine his hand, he turned it slightly and hissed as he took stock of the jagged puncture wound, “Shit… It went all the way through.“ As few fucks as Dabi seemed to give, he certainly didn’t want to die. He could have cauterized it himself if he hadn’t been held up, but that’s not how events unfolded.
Thoughts of infection and permanent maiming flashed across his mind as he wracked his brain in search of a solution. Hospitals were out of the question -for obvious reasons- and to say he had few friends would be an understatement. His healthy hand combed through unruly dyed locks, and he breathed an exasperated sigh.
On his way back from a local pub he’d been ambushed by some low-tier villains; the irony was not lost on him. To his great misfortune, one of them possessed a paralysis quirk, and despite how he struggled he was helpless as the man rendered him immobile and relieved him of his wallet. Briefly, he had regained control of his fingers and tried to wiggle himself in an attempt to pilot his own body. Upon noticing, one of the three stabbed a saw tooth blade through his hand, before directing his buddies to kick the burnt man into submission.
