Notes/other. Uh - Here. I Love Him, Your Honor Sobs. Anyways I Havent Watched Season Five Pls Dont Spoil

notes/other. uh - here. i love him, your honor sobs. anyways i haven’t watched season five pls don’t spoil it for me i’m sorry </3

you find dabi out on your tiny balcony, surrounded by plants and empty wine bottles, a bucket full of water (because it’s been raining pretty badly) at 6:37 am, tangerine glow illuminating his face. and he’s shirtless (cold to the touch once you wrap your arms around his waist), black sweatpants hanging loosely on his hips.

he sighs once he feels your touch, places his cold hands on your arms. “good morning, my love.” he says, adding — like he always does — the my in front of whatever sickeningly sweet nickname he’s using for you. something he does because he finds comfort in knowing you’re his, that he holds your heart in his hands like you do his. “how’d you sleep?”

the beginning of quédate by kevin kaarl is playing in the shop below you as you smile against dabi’s back. “amazing. is that the correct word to use? i don’t know. being wrapped in your arms is always so splendid.”

“you’re so cheesy.” he chuckles, pulls you up and into his chest — your ear to his beating heart, silently telling you look, listen. my heart only beats for you.

“i’m romantically cheesy.” you giggle, smiling, holding him close against you because these — you like to think — are the moments you’re supposed to treasure the most, before he has to leave. “i love you.” you say and it comes out slowly, hoarsely because you just woke up, almost broken.

“i love you, too.” dabi responds, kisses the top of your head and turns to look at the orange rising sun. “until the sun burns out, until all the stars die.”

it’s a promise, one that will never be broken.

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His Family

Character: Shigaraki Tomura | Shigaraki Tenko

Warnings: graphic depictions of childbirth, pet names

Synopsis:

    Tomura hated this. He really hated this. He hated the world, he hated stupid mother nature, and he especially hated himself for causing you this pain.

It started early in the morning - a tight clenching of your muscles - the skin around your swollen stomach tightening and constricting as a contraction ran through your body causing you to shiver. The base was quiet, everyone was asleep, save for you, whose body was currently preparing to birth a child. 

    Tomura was behind you, his arm thrown over your hip as his hand rested on the swell of your belly, his breath was shallow and deep, signaling to you that he was asleep. He’d been working so hard lately with the league, you didn’t want to wake him, trying to let him rest as long as he could before you would eventually need his help with the labor of your child. 

    You inhaled as deeply as your crushed lungs allowed you, your womb has shifted your organs immensely, causing your lungs to become compressed within your ribs as your body had made room for the growing life inside you.

    Another contraction began, pulling a squeak from you as you opened your mouth in a silent scream, your brows furrowed and your hands grasping your stomach tightly. The squeak alerted Tomura, he woke to resituate himself onto his elbow, looking over your shoulder to see your face scrunched up and it dawned on him that you were having a contraction. 

    Tomura lifted his hand from your taught belly to pull your hair back and kiss your temple, silently assuring you that he wasn’t going anywhere. You groaned as the contraction continued to ripple beneath your skin, moving your hand from your stomach sharply and grasping Tomura’s forearm in a deathgrip, your nails leaving crescent marks in his pale skin as it passed over you. 

    “Breathe, baby, breathe.” Tomura moved his arm that was held by your grip down to your stomach, rubbing the swell of it and pressing gently, trying to relieve some of the pressure. 

    “Tomura.” You wined and leaned your head back into his shoulder, his snow-white locks tickling your brow. He looked down at you as you inhaled deeply before puffing out a small breath as your body allowed you to relax. The contraction had passed.

    “Baby, how long?” Tomura pulled a piece of your hair back to get a better view of your face, stroking your cheek with the back of his knuckles. Though Tomura no longer had to worry about the fear of decay, he still wore artist gloves as a precaution - he couldn’t fathom the idea of losing you. He did everything to ensure that both you and his baby were safe. He ran his hand over your stomach again and softly ran his thumb over your skin. 

    You shrugged, in all honesty, you weren’t sure. The pain that had woke you up from your deep sleep had started when it was dark out, now the birds outside were chirping as light crested over the city. “I-I’m not really sure.” You looked down to your tummy before lurching forward in a gasp and curling around yourself, a C shape, as another contraction began. 

    “Tomura, please, please make it stop.” tears had begun to slip down your cheeks, the scene wrenched Tomura’s heart, he wanted the pain to go away so badly, if he could move the pain to himself, he would - in a heartbeat. 

    “Oh, baby, I know, I know it hurts, i’m sorry, sweetie.” He cooed, moving his hands back to your stomach, sitting up on his knees and leaning over your shaking form, he massaged your tight skin again, praising you as you weakly whimpered again. “Baby, deep breaths, it’s okay, i’ve got you.” He kissed your shoulder, feeling a sheen sheat of sweat that had begun to climb over your soft skin, you were burning up. 

    Once the contraction softened out Tomura placed his hands over you, looking at you through his arms, “You wanna take a bath?” He prayed the answer was yes. You nodded and he smiled, “M’kay, I'm gonna go start the bath, you call me if you start to hurt again.” 

    “Tomu, please, please don’t leave me.” You sniffled and grabbed his wrist once he’d hopped out of bed. 

    “Baby, I’ll be right back, I swear, it will only be a few seconds, I promise.” He emphasized on the ‘promise’ before leaning forward and placing a kiss on your lips gently.

    Tomura walked into the bathroom which was attached to your room, placing the plug into the drain and turning the faucet, placing his hand under the streaming water until it ran warm over his finger tips.

    He walked back into the bedroom to see that you sat yourself up and your were running your hand over your belly affectionately, Tomura walked around the edge of the bed to watch you, moving his hand to move you hair back from your face, placing his free hand over yours on your stomach, rubbing your skin before kissing you deeply, holding the two of you in that moment for a quiet second, the light streaming in through the window, his white hair creating a curtain over the two you, and his hands holding the two things that were most precious to him. 

    Tomura pulled away and dropped one last peck to your lips, moving his hands to wrap them around your legs, holding your bridal style to his chest as he made his way into the bathroom, setting you down on the edge of the tub and peeling off your -his - shirt gently. Once your shirt was off he kissed the top of your head and picked you back up, placing you into the tub, standing on your feet before peeling off his sweatpants and stepping in behind you to help maneuver you down.

    On your descent, a contraction hit causing you to whine, placing your hand around your stomach and leaning over, Tomura was horrified as he watched you lean forward, convinced you were about to fall face first into the water. He quickly wrapped himself around you, leaning into you as you opened your mouth in pain, trying to get in any ounce of air that you could. Tomura could feel your body shaking, he took his hands from your back to rest beneath the swell of your belly, holding your belly up as much as he could - he knew the baby had probably just dropped and was intent on relieving as much pain as he could. “Baby, you gotta relax.” He whispered into your ear and you groaned, sinking deeper into his hold, “Please, Sweetheart.” Shigaraki couldn’t remember the last time he heard or even felt that much desperation in his own voice. “Y/n, babygirl, you’ve gotta relax, deep breaths.” He soothed you again, rubbing his hands along your tummy in an attempt to ease the pain. 

    You inhaled deeply as the contraction passed, “‘M’ can move now.” Tomura helped bring you down, your back to his thick chest, one hand resting on your belly and the other holding your head into the crook of his neck. 

    “You’ve gotta listen to me, sweetgirl, i’m trying to help you, you gotta listen to me when I tell you to relax.” Tomura scolded lightly, kissing your temple to reinstate that he wasnt mad, just concerned. You nodded your head in response, a few tears slipping down your cheeks.

    “It hurts so much, Tomu, I can't, I want it to stop.” You sobbed into his neck, hot breaths hitting his skin. 

    Tomura hated this. He really hated this. He hated the world, he hated stupid mother nature, and he especially hated himself for causing you this pain. “Oh, baby, I know.” He felt as though he was on the verge of tears until he heard the door to your bedroom open and the sound of heavy boots - Dabi - make their way into you guys’ bathroom. Tomura turned his head sharply, to look at the scarred man, squinting as he tried to assess what the man was about to do, he kept a firm hand on the side of your head and his left arm cradling your stomach, protecting the two of you. 

You hadn’t noticed Dabi was there, and you’d actually gotten close to drifting off to sleep thanks to the warm water and Tomura’s soft words. 

“She doin’ okay?” Dabi’s raspy voice caused you to shift a tad as you weakly opened your eyes, sniffling before Tomura turned to you, hushing you and kissing your cheek, “Go to sleep baby, you’re okay.” You tried your hardest to listen as you closed your eyes and leaned deeper into his hold. 

Dabi had made his way to the side of the tub and was watching you almost as if he was also involved in this relationship, as if it was Dabi’s child inside your womb and not Tomura’s. Tomura didn't like that. 

He narrowed his eyes as Dabi hummed at the sight, “Toga said it’d be today, I didn't believe her.” He chuckled, staring intently at your stomach, watching as you took a deep inhale. Shigaraki moved his hand down lower over your stomach, his hand becoming the focal point in Dabi’s vision, making the older of the two give a ‘really?’ look.

Tomura spoke up softly, as though not to awake you, “What do you want?” Tomura was aware that Dabi and you had a “sister-brother” type relationship, and he supposed that Dabi truly was worried for you and this was his only way of showing it. Tomura really considered that Dabi being concerned for your well being and not knowing how to express that was what was happening. 

Dabi took a deep inhale and tapped his fingers along the tub, puffing a huff of air through his lips and tearing his gaze from your stomach up to the ceiling, the lights becoming far more interesting than your skin. “I just wanna make sure she’s okay,” Dabi brought his eyes back down to Tomura’s and he sighed, “I’m sorry, man, I just- I wanna be here for her too.” Dabi admitted and moved to rest his chin on his hands which were perched on the side of the tub. 

Tomura went to answer, opening his mouth when you cried out and pulled away from Tomura’s grasp, holding your stomach and baring your teeth, trying to breathe. Tomura moved to pull you back, holding you tightly to try and relieve the pressure, “Breathe, sweetie-” You cut him off with a cry, “Gahhh” you warbled. 

Dabi’s eyes softened, he wanted to help, he felt so terrible. He stood up, pulled off his boots, jacket, and pants, leaving him in just his boxers and his white tank. 

Tomura was so focused on helping you he hadn't noticed the scarred man peeling off his clothes to join the two of you in the bath, when his eyes caught the movement he turned and pulled you back into his chest, “Ohhh no, no we’re not doing that.” He narrowed his eyes at the older man, completely oblivious to your pants and whimpers of pain. The cpntrravcton hadnt passed and the position you were in was so uncomfortable you were sure you were about to scream. 

Dabi stepped into the bath, kneeling and sitting back onto his haunches, watching you pant in pain, “Dude, look at her!” he raised his arm to point a hand in your direction, “She can’t breathe and she’s gonna need more help than just you-” You groaned and whimpered, distracting the two men for a second before the contraction became more intense causing you to arch your back against Tomura. 

“Oh my god!” You squealed and began to cry, fat tears streaming down your cheeks, “Tomura, Tomu- it hurts!” Tomura turned to you, breaking eye contact with Dabi to kiss your cheeks, “Baby, relax, take a deep breath, listen to me.” You began to thrash around as the pain became greater and Dabi could tell you were starting to panic as Tomura couldn't get a grip on your arms to stop you from hitting yourself against something.

Dabi leaned forward in the tub, catching one arm in his left hand and resting his right hand atop your knee, rubbing soft circles into our skin. Tomura had your other arm in his own left hand and his right holding your belly comfortingly. “Sweetie.” Tomura deepened his voice and you whined again, “You have got. to. calm. down.” He brought his hand to your cheek, prying your mouth open to force some oxygen down your airway. 

“I can’t, I really can’t Tomu, it hurts so bad.” You threw your head back and dabi released your wrist to place his hand atop your belly where Shigaraki’s hand previously sat. 

Dabi started to look over your body - having three younger siblings of his own he was keen on a few things about childbirth and he was sure neither of you had checked whether or not you were dilated yet or whether or not your water had broken. 

Suddenly you cried out again as you arched back into Tomura again before the contraction passed and you collapsed back into Tomura’s hold.

“There she goes.” Dabi rubbed your knee softly and Tomura looked at him in question, soothing a hand over your head as you finally relaxed. “Her water broke.” Dabi informed him, reaching forward to pull Tomura’s hand which was holding your wrist down to the curve of your tummy, placing it there and feeling around until he found it - a slight clenching of the muscles could be felt beneath your skin. Tomura widened his eyes at the touch and turned to you to see you watching both men become entranced with your belly. 

“Does that hurt, baby?” Tomura asked and looked into your eyes, worry etched over his features. You shook your head. Truthfully, it did hurt, but compared to the pain you’d been feeling, the sensation was nearly numb. 

Dabi let the two of you sit in silence for a while, smiling warmly at the sight before him, Tomura had leaned back slightly, you with him, tucked against his chest, his arms wrapped around you. The two of you had fallen into a light sleep, Tomura mostly just resting his eyes and keeping a hold on you whereas you were actually slipping into unconsciousness when another contraction started causing you to groan before sitting up slowly, feeling Tomura follow in suit. 

“Another one?” Tomura watched as your chin quivered and you nodded.

“I need to sit up.” You started through a whimper and moved to rest on your hands and knees, Tomura and Dabi both helping you get situated in the new position. You stared at your reflection in the water while Dabi watched you, unsure if he was allowed to touch you - Although Tomura had calmed down and allowed him to be in the tub, it did not warrant him actually being able to touch you now as he’d allowed it a few minutes ago. 

Tomura had his hand resting on the curve of your back, kneeling behind at an angle behind you, making sure he could still see your face and gage your reactions to the pain your body brought upon you. He ran his hand up and down your back, pressing in certain spots to alleviate some pressure. This went on for several minutes, accompanied by your pants and raspy breaths before Dabi spoke up. 

“How ya doin’ babydoll?” He reached forward, testing the waters to see how far he could get with touching you, watching as Tomura made no move to halt his movements. Dabi brought his hand to your head, petting your damp hair softly - whether it was damp from the bath, sweat, or a mixture of both, none of you knew. 

You groaned and rocked yourself back and forth before reaching back for Tomura’s hand, he sensed this, reaching down with the hand that wasn't resting on your back and interlacing your fingers with his, “You’re doing so good, prettygirl, so good.” Tomura leaned down and rested his nose to the top of your head, his hair creating a curtain over your head and laying atop Dabi’s hand. 

“We gotta check how dilated she is.” Dabi said, soothing his hand over your head as you continued to groan, your body not allowing you to rest. 

Tomura lifted his head to look at dabi, a small sign of worry written across his features, “I- I don’t know how to do that.” Tomura stated and felt you shiver, turning his head towards you, focusing his attention on you again, moving forward on his knees, causing the water to slosh around the three of you, some of it reaching up to ghost over your stomach. 

“I do.” Dabi stared at Tomura, intent on only wanting to help. Your hand tightened in Tomura’s grasp. Tomura looked down to your form, reaching beneath you to rest both your hands along the curve of your tummy, stroking the taut skin. You groaned deeply and arched your back downwards as the baby began to move, your belly becoming submerged in the water as it nearly became too heavy for you to hold yourself up, the weight and pain of it all almost becoming too much. 

At the sound of your pained cries, Shigaraki made his decision. He looked back up to Dabi the two men nodded in unison, silently assessing where they’d move in perfect synchronicity. Tomura released your hand from yours and your stomach, standing up and stepping over you and replacing Dabi’s original spot and Dabi replaced Tomura’s, water dripped from both mens’ bodies and landed on your back causing you to shiver. Dabi pulled your hips to be vertical in the tub, softly rubbing circles into your skin and hipbones. 

Tomura kneeled down in front of you, picking your chin up with his hands, his artist gloves now soaked through, he pulled away to rip them off with his teeth, throwing the damp pieces of fabric onto the tile floor, bringing his hands back up to your cheeks, kissing you deeply. 

You leaned into the kiss, reaching up with your hand to wrap it around his wrist, pulling away to look at him through hooded eyes. “Tomu, I’m so tired.” a few tears slipped through your lashes and Tomura cupped your face supportively, allowing you to lean into his touch. 

“I know, baby, you’re doing so well.” he looked back at Dabi and nodded as the scarred man began to reach between your folds gently, feeling for the tight ring of muscle within the canal of your body. 

You flinched as his finger hit something sensitive, pulling an apology from his lips, “I know babydoll, I know it hurts, and you’re doing so well, so well.” Dabi praised as he reached farther, finding what he was looking for and widening his eyes at the feeling, “Sweetheart,” Dabi pulled his hand from you gently, noticing the way you gasped and moaned, feeling empty. “Babydoll, how long have you been having contractions?” 

Tomura knew you wouldn't be able to answer that, let alone think cohesively enough to begin counting the hours, so he answered for you. “I woke up around Seven.” Tomura informed him and Dabi’s eyes softened. The clock read: 11:30 AM.

“Sweetgirl, I know it's hard, take some deep breaths okay.” He rubbed his hand along your backside as Tomura had been doing before, an attempt to settle you. 

The three of you sat in the tub for a couple of minutes, the silence and soft sound of water moving ever so often, allowed you to relish in the few minutes of relief your body offered you before you felt a deep and immense pressure drop against your pelvis making your cry out and drop to your forearms, your face almost becoming submerged under the water but Tomura caught you, reaching beneath your armpits with his arms to pull you against his chest, scooting back to edge of the tub and resting you against his chest. 

Dabi followed suit, sitting across front the two of you but opting to rest at the side edge of the tub. His shirt was soaked halfway and his skin itched but the concern he felt for you outweighed his tingling skin. He watched as Tomura rocked the two of you softly as he shushed you. Dabi knew what was about to happen, whether you were ready or not; he was unsure if Tomura knew though. 

Your body offered you a few  or minutes of relief, letting you sink into Tomura’s hold, your head tucked into his shoulder, your legs straddling his lap. Tomura could feel your stomach resting against his own, the tender skin was hard against him and he felt a great sense of pride wash over him - Dabi realized this - He had helped create this being inside you, this life, and you were giving him a child; he could never repay you, he loved so deeply. 

Dabi smiled at the scene before him, Tomura’s hand resting along your stomach and his other wrapped around your back. “You’re gonna be a great Dad.” Dabi stated and looked down between his raised knees, playing around with the water. 

Tomura looked at him and smiled warmly and went to thank him when Dabi continued, “You’re so gentle with her, and you,” Dabi looked up and clicked his tongue, making eye contact with Tomura again, “You’re so patient, and you’re so, so lucky to have her.” Dabi gestured to you and Tomura looked at you in agreement; your eyes were closed and you looked peaceful for the first time in hours.

Tomura turned to Dabi to say something, what? He wasn't sure but the words that he had planned on saying were forgotten when you pushed up against Tomura and groaned deeply, “I need to push.” You cried and moved to sit up more.

“M’kay baby, you do what your body needs you to do, do what feels right.” Tomura nodded his head with yours, catching your eyes in an attempt to comfort you. 

“I need to move.” You stated and grunted through a choked breath, moving backwards off Tomura’s lap. He kept his hands on your arms, steadying you as you moved to whichever position was most comfortable. “Dabi.” You reached behind you with grabby hands, praying he’d aid you in turning your body around. 

“Where do you want me, babydoll?” He came up behind you, placing his hands on your lower back and watched as you shook your head, beginning to twist yourself, your back beginning to face Tomura’s chest. “Whatta you doing, sweetcheeks?” Dabi asked, helping you scoot yourself back into Tomura’s hold again. 

“Hold my legs, please.” You grimaced and leaned back into Tomura’s chest, Tomura lifted one of your legs over the edge of the tub and back towards your chest while Dabi took the other, lifting it over his shoulder.

Tomura ducked his head and kissed your temple - a few moments of silence passed - and he whispered to you,”You push when you need to.” He leaned back and readjusted his grip on your thigh, rubbing small circles on the skin of your leg while his free hand was wrapped beneath your arm and over your belly. 

You nodded and inhaled deeply, preparing yourself. Dabi caught your gaze and his eyes softened, bringing his free hand up to your cheek and rubbing the skin lightly with his knuckles before pulling away and resting his hand against your leg that was hoisted over his shoulder. 

“I’m gonna push.” You stated and Tomura felt his heart rate increase but nodded and pulled your leg back towards you, using his hand on your stomach to push against your skin once you bore down and grunted. “Nghh!” You exclaimed, leaning forward for a couple of seconds before releasing and falling back against Tomura’s chest. Dabi brought his hand up to Tomura’s on your belly, pressing with him in hopes of relieving you of some pressure. 

“Fuuuuuck.” You cried and bore down again, moving your hand beneath the hollow of your knee being held by Tomura, your hand resting over his own. You felt the urge to push again, bearing down you leaned forward and held your breath. 

“Breathe baby.” Dabi said softly, straining his ears to hear any sort of breath coming from you but nothing came. “Babydoll.” Dabi watched you closely and Tomura leaned to the side to get a better look at your expression. 

“Sweetie.” Tomura pulled you back to his chest, forcing you to release and inhale deeply, coughing as you did so. “Relax for me, baby, relax for Tomura.” He rubbed his hand along your tummy. You nodded and took a few more deep breaths before leaning forward again. 

Dabi watched you struggle through the pain, listening to Tomura’s praise and couldn't help but wonder if this is how his mom felt when he was born; was Enji there for her the way Tomura’s been here for you? Suddenly you wailed and began to cry, pulling Dabi away from his thoughts. 

Dabi had a feeling he knew what was happening - and if he was correct, the head was crowning - “I’m gonna check up on you, m’kay babydoll?” He rubbed a circle along the skin of your ankle. 

You closed your eyes and sobbed “Okay.” Your voice wavered and Tomura held you closer. 

Dabi reached down and moved his fingers between your folds to feel around before his fingertips met the round surface of something solid and hard, reaching up he brought Tomura’s hand that had been resting on your stomach to between your legs, maneuvering his fingers to feel the small head that was forcing itself from your body.

Tomura looked up at Dabi with the widest most adoring look he’d ever seen on his leader’s face. Tomura then moved his hand to take yours, gently moving it down to between your legs as Dabi had done with him, 

“Baby, feel.” He cooed and ran his fingers over your own as you smoothed the tips of your fingers over the crowning head. You smiled happily at the touch, forgetting the pain for a second as you relished in the small touch of your baby.

“Oh!” you grimace again as the urge to push rushed over you and Dabi pulled your leg up higher. You Brought your hand up from between your legs and back onto your thigh, Tomura keeping his own hand still touching the head of his child. You grunted and pushed again.

Tomura could feel the head of his child grow closer towards the peak of breaching the hold from your stomach, “You’re almost there y/n, baby, you’re right there.” He encouraged you and you bore down again. 

Dabi reached down to meet Tomura’s hand, “Babydoll, the shoulders are right there, just one more big push for us, yeah?” Dabi smiled, he was excited for you. Excited for Tomura.

You leaned back against Tomura’s chest, panting, before turning your head to look at Tomura, tracing his features with your eyes. He’d matured so much. “Can you feel her?” You looked down at where Tomura’s arm disappeared below the swell of your belly. Neither of you knew the gender, but if anyone asked you, it was definitely a boy. Tomura wanted a girl, but in these last few moments, you considered the possibility of a girl. You liked it. 

“Yeah honey,” He nuzzled your hair and sniffled, kissing your temple softly, “I can feel her.” 

You scrunch your face up as you push again, crying as you give one last push, all the strength you had left pushing the shoulders to breach your body. Dabi quickly placed your leg on the side of the tub, catching the baby and bringing them up to your chest. 

You cried as you held her, holding her close to you as Tomura wrapped his arm around your hold on  her, protecting the two of you in his hold, “You did so good for me.” He praised and kissed the back of your head before moving to lean over your shoulder, looking at his little girl, his two little girls. 

Dabi hopped out of the tub to grab a towel, giving it to Tomura who thanked him and immediately helped you wrap your baby up in it, she’d begun to cry in small little whimpers, reaching for her parents and for warmth. You smiled and looked up at Tomura who smiled proudly at you, kissing you before turning to Dabi, “Thankyou.” You smiled and Tomura nodded at your words. 

Dabi smiled at the two of you. He was happy for you. You were happy. Tomura was happy. Dabi was happy. 

[ WARNINGS ] This fic contains anime/manga spoilers, angst, and eventual smut! (18+ only)

Summary: What starts out as a fun night at the bar with your friends, ends with you questioning your sanity when you encounter pro heroes and villains from the My Hero Academia universe! You love Hawks and Dabi as characters, but what will happen when you start getting to know them as real people? Who else will you encounter along the way? And, perhaps the most important question: will you be able to carve out a place for yourself in this fictional world?

Shit like this doesn’t happen.

It just doesn’t fucking happen.

A few minutes ago, you’d been sitting in a crowded bar, surrounded by the familiar faces of your peers and the smell of cheap beer, whereas now…

Well, you were fairly certain that you were in the middle of having your first nervous breakdown. That seemed like the only logical explanation for why you were currently kneeling on the ground on a warm, summer evening, with gravel biting into your skin, looking up into the faces of two of the most beautiful men whom you had ever seen in your entire twenty-something years on this earth.

They’ve got to be cosplayers.

Your mind was racing, and your heart was beating erratically inside your chest.

Like, incredibly talented cosplayers...

But if that were truly the case, then why did Hawks seem capable of spreading his massive wings with such ease? You can feel the blood slowly draining from your face as you watch him ruffle his vibrant feathers, just like a real bird.

He was gorgeous, with his wind-tossed blonde hair and golden eyes. He was even wearing the exact same uniform that he always wore in the manga, and his color scheme was on par with the damn anime, right down to the yellow detailing on the front of his shirt, (or was it a leotard, as some fanfiction writers suggested?)

Everything about Hawks was warm and welcoming, whereas his companion’s hostility was palpable. Dabi was devilishly handsome but, regardless of whether you were crazy or not, you certainly weren’t naïve enough to lower your guard around him. His cerulean eyes seem to pierce your very soul as he glowers at you.

Maybe I hit my head when I fell…or someone could have roofied my drink...

“You lost, toots?” The villain sneers.

Yeah.

You were fucking lost, alright.

“I—I, um…”

“Come on, spit it out.”

“Go easy on her, Dabs. She looks terrified. Miss, are you okay?”

Dabi rolls his eyes, “Ever the ladies’ man. C’mon, let’s go.”

“And you’re an idiot.” Hawks hisses under his breath, “Whoever she is, now she’s seen the two of us together. That’s not exactly great for my image.”

“She’s drunk! She can’t even walk. She ain’t gonna remember shit come tomorrow.”

“Yeah, well, that’s not a risk I’m willing to take.”

Imagine what Keigo would do if I started prattling off his entire backstory…because he’s a fictional character and I know everything that there is to know about him.

You could have laughed at how absurd this all seemed.

“She looks like she’s about to hurl.”

“Hey, miss, do you think you can stand up?”

Hawks slowly crouches down beside you, getting so close that you’re able to see the individual hairs on his chin, where he had his neatly trimmed scruff, and you can smell his cologne; something woodsy, like cedarwood mixed with vanilla.

You aren’t expecting his hand to feel so warm and real when he places it on your shoulder. The sudden contact causes you to flinch away from him.

“She’s looking at me like I’ve got six heads.” He mutters.

“She’s probably fucked up on drugs.”

You start nodding like a fool, “Y-yeah, that’s it. I think someone slipped me something…I think I might be hallucinating…” You didn’t feel high, but then again, you’d never been so intoxicated that you bumped into a couple of living, breathing, anime characters before.

“I can bring you to the hospital. Or, if you tell me where you live, I can fly you home.”

Fly. Right, because who needs an uber when you can fucking fly?

“Why should she tell you where she lives, bird brain? For all she knows, you’re gonna take her home and rape her or some shit.”

“Would you shut up? I’m a hero, remember? Everyone knows who I am, and I’d never do something like that.”

Dabi scoffs, “She doesn’t look like she knows who she is.”

You honestly didn’t, not anymore.

This moment should have been amazing. You should have been enthralled by these two men, who had been the objects of your desire for so long, yet you could barely bring yourself to continue gawking at them.

Somewhere, in the time it had taken you to leave the bar and make a wrong turn into this alley, you’d tripped and fallen down a rabbit hole, only, there were no Cheshire cats or Madhatter’s running around—only Touya Todoroki and Keigo fucking Takami! There hadn’t even been a tornado or some crazy transition scene. You had just turned the corner and bam, there they were, in all their fictional glory.

Although you were never easily moved to tears, you can feel your eyes starting to water as you look down at the ground.

“Hey, don’t worry, everything is going to be fine.” Hawks sounded so sure of himself. He even gives your shoulder a gentle squeeze, reminding you that he was made of solid matter, and not just some figment of your wild imagination.

“I know.” You sniffle, “I’m okay, really. Thanks.” You flash him a weak smile.

“Tell me your address and I promise I’ll get you home safe.”

Wait, was he seriously going to pick you up and carry you away into the night sky? Like a scene out of Aladdin? You didn’t think your stomach would be able to handle an impromptu flight right now.

“Okay, but…can we walk, please?” You ask quietly.

“Yeah, of course. Whatever makes you more comfortable.” He answers.

Your heart literally skips a beat when you look up and find him smiling at you. It was that easygoing smile that he was so well known for—in Japan.

Were you even in the states anymore? Did your shithole apartment still exist? Were the three of you speaking English, or had you somehow become fluent in Japanese? It was impossible to tell!

Hawks tilts his head to one side, studying you quizzically as you start prattling off your address.

“Can’t say I’m familiar with that area.” He quips, brow furrowing.

Oh no.

Acid rushes into the back of your throat as you consider your situation. Either you were experiencing substance-induced psychosis, or you had somehow magically stumbled into an alternate universe, and now you needed to figure out how you were going to survive here until you could make it back home—if you could make it back home.

Hawks and Dabi had already resumed bickering amongst themselves, but they both stop to regard you with uncertainty when you make a soft sound, which can only be described as a halfhearted laugh.

“She’s nuts.” Dabi determines, “Leave her and let’s go get some drinks.”

No, please don’t leave me!

You had a fierce independent streak, but the thought of being left to endure this nightmare alone was too much.

You reach out to grab the sleeve of Hawks’ jacket on impulse, silently begging him not to abandon you.

He rests one gloved hand on top of yours, “Hey, I told ya I was going to get ya home safe, and I meant it. I’ll make it happen, I promise—”

‘At my trademark top speed.’

“—at my trademark top speed.” He grins.

You aren’t sure which is worse: the déjà vu from hearing him repeat a line almost word for word, or the knowledge that his friendly demeanor was simply part of his hero act.

It’s all an act...how that grin doesn’t quite reach his eyes…

Dabi’s harsh, raspy voice interrupts your thoughts, “If you’re seriously gonna waste the rest of your night on this space cadet, then I’m outta' here.”

Space cadet? Ha. He didn’t know the half of it.

“Whatever.” Hawks sighs before returning his attention to you, “The names’ Hawks, by the way. What’s yours?”

Such a simple question. It should have been easy for you to answer, but you find yourself hesitating while glancing between the two of them. Dabi was still standing nearby, pulling a pack of cigarettes out of his signature, stitched jacket. He rests a cigarette between his mismatched lips, and you watch in absolute awe as he pinches his fingertips together, creating a tiny blue flame that wavers like a lighter.

This is real.

Their quirks are real.

It’s all real.

“Uh, miss? Your name?”

You blink and then blurt out your name, which earns you another smile from the modern-day Icarus. “Nice to meet you.” He says.

“Yeah…nice to meet you, too.” It was strange, feeling like you knew so much about him and Dabi, even though they were perfect strangers, and you had literally just introduced yourselves for the first time.

Well, you’d introduced yourself to Hawks, who suddenly jerks a thumb over his shoulder to indicate his friend, “And that’s Dabi.”

You try not to look at the raven-haired male because it was impossible not to fixate on his scars. You’d always wondered how his grotesque beauty might translate into real life. Now that you knew, you wanted to reach out and touch him, to gently trail your hands across his marred flesh and see what it felt like…

That would be a great way to get myself killed!

You were curious about Hawks’ wings, too. Were his crimson feathers as sensitive as people claimed?

Focus, idiot.

You slowly find your footing and push yourself up to stand. Hawks moves with you, prepared to catch you in case your legs gave out again. They felt like jelly, and you knew that you were still in shock.

“You look pretty pale,” Hawks observes with concern, “Maybe we should stop somewhere along the way and get you a drink?”

“Yes, that’s what I’ve been saying!” Dabi says, his tone exasperated.

“Not that kind of drink.” Hawks snaps back, “She needs water.”

“That sounds great.” You agree hastily, your feet already moving. “If we just go back around this corner, my friends might still be in the—”

Bar.

But the bar was gone, replaced by a rundown apartment complex that you’d never seen before.

Come to think of it, the entire street looked different, confirming your worst fear: you really weren’t in Kansas anymore.

“Did you say your friends are around here somewhere? I can help you track them down.” Hawks offers.

When you turn to look at him, you notice that his wings are missing. He must have dispersed his feathers to avoid drawing attention to himself, which meant that you were probably somewhere in the Kamino Ward.

You suddenly find it hard to swallow past the lump in your throat, “No, I was wrong. I think they’re…” Your voice cracks with emotion, “I think they’re gone.”

My friends are gone.

My family is gone.

My home is gone.

Dabi emerges from the shadows while exhaling a cloud of smoke, “There’s a convenience store down the street.”

Hawks arches one furry brow at him, “I thought you were leaving?”

The villain shrugs, “Got nothin’ better to do tonight.”

Great. Your existential crisis was going to become entertainment for Dabi.

Hawks shoots you a curious look, but he doesn’t say anything. It was almost like he could sense your dread.

“Let’s get a fucking move on, then.” Dabi grumbles impatiently.

While they both start walking, you take a moment to close your eyes and give your forearm a hard pinch.

Upon opening your eyes, you quickly realize that the sounds and sights of the city have remained the same. Dabi and Hawks were still there, now halfway down the sidewalk.

Hawks pauses to glance over his shoulder, “You comin’, kid?”

KID!?

Did he just call me ‘kid’?

That’s not fucking canon!

“Y-yeah, coming!”

To be continued...

curiosity kills the cat: one shot!

parings: Touya x reader

word count: 1.3k

notes: this was originally gonna be a part in a fanfic I was cooking but i genuinely could not figure out how to write childhood friends with Dabi’s crisped ass.

warnings: none!

summary: Touya always sees kissing in movies, all dramatic and lovey dovey, is it really his fault that he wants to try it on you? just to see how it feels of course!

“this movie fucking sucks.”

“language Touya.”

currently, you were at the treacherous Todoroki household.

Why? You may be asking.

Because you wanted to watch a movie, 27 dresses specifically.

Unfortunately for Touya Todoroki, he’s your only friend to watch the movie with.

now the two of you have been friends since pre-school, kids bullied you- Touya saved you.

you stuck around him after that, much to his dismay.

“Why would you make me watch this garbage.” Touya says harshly.

You huff loudly, “to see if your cold, dark heart had anything in it.”

Touya giggles at your little comment, you liked his laugh.

you wanted to watch this movie for a week, practically begged Touya on your knees for him to even watch it with you.

Touya doesn’t enjoy cheesy rom-coms.

He’s made that quite clear throughout this whole movie.

when the two main characters tried on the dresses he complained.

when they went to the bar together, he complained.

when the characters sang at the bar, he complained then too.

yet when they kissed, Touya didn’t even open his mouth.

“yuck- want me to skip?” You say for Touya’s sake.

He’s quiet for a moment before speaking, “nah, it’s just a kiss.”

“What- you’re suddenly cool with lovey dovey stuff now?” your face is set perplexed.

Touya shrugs, “I see it in TV all the time, why should I care?”

You hum softly, “adults kiss too much.”

Touya hums in agreement, his foot starting to steadily tap.

the movie continues, you catch Touya scoff at one of the movies jokes, he seems to be…actually interested.

but that damn tapping won’t stop.

Doesn’t his leg get tired when he does that?

Finally, at the end of the movie the two main lead get married, and the main actress has her 27 bridesmaids.

cute movie.

“Did you like it Touy?” you ask with excitement bubbling inside your chest.

He responds bluntly, “No- terrible movie.”

“Liar- that was the most I’ve ever seen you pay attention to something!” You point an accusing finger towards him.

Touya swatted your finger away, “I was waiting for the guy to murder the girl.”

“What?!” You retract your finger quickly.

Touya shakes his head as if it were obvious, “He had serial killer vibes..”

You sit there on the couch utterly silent from the words that just came out of Touya’s mouth.

His brows furrow slightly, “What?”

“Nothing, weirdo..”

Touya melts into the couch, picking up the remote and scrolling through the streaming apps choices.

“Any thing else you’d like to watch?”

“Being a gentleman I see?” You hum.

Touya chuckles softly, never responding.

The room is on a comfortable silence for the moment, aside from Touya tapping his foot against the glass table his feet are propped on.

Touya’s foot staggers, “Why do you think adults kiss?”

“Because they like it.” You answer quickly.

Touya shakes his head softly, “yeah but why, why do they like it?”

“Why would I know the answer to that.”

Touya glares at your for a moment, “oh please- your parents basically make out all the time when I’m over.”

“So that means I should know why they like it?” You pick at the fur blanket that was thrown over you prior to starting the movie.

Touya hums a small, “yep” before his foot starts to tap again.

“Didn’t think you were so affected by the kissing scene…” you say under your breath, Touya heard anyway.

“I-I wasn’t affected, I’m just curious on what’s so good about it.” He says quickly, the tapping increasing.

You seriously doubt Touya’s even looking at the tittles on the screen by how fast he’s tapping the remote button.

“Well I wouldn’t know…”

Touya stays quiet for a moment, thinking.

probably about something stupid.

“We could know.”

yep, something stupid.

“What you implying Touya?” You elbow his ribs, making him yelp.

“Ow- I’m saying that…nevermind.” Touya rubs his ribs softly, dropping the remote next to you.

“I mean…you’re just curious right?”

Touya looks up at you, the tapping gets faster.

“Yeah- Why…?”

You pick up the remote, looking it over to act like your doing anything else other that what your about to do.

“We could- do it..” you say quiet and soft.

Touya doesn’t respond, the tapping stopped at least.

suddenly, Touya grabs the remote from your hand- setting it aside.

“We could.”

Great, now you’re forced to look at your best friend.

“Yeah?” You say barely loud enough for Touya to pick up.

Touya nods, his foot starting to steadily tap again.

You cup Touya’s face with your hands- oh gosh are you really doing this?

Touya places his hands on your lap, truthfully he has no clue where to put them.

the taps get faster.

You and Touya look at each-other for a moment, just to make sure you don’t absolutely ruin your friendship.

More like a “you really wanna do this?” stare.

but hey, you were curious.

so was Touya.

1 + 1 = 2.

Two kissing more specifically.

“Jus’ do it already..” Touya says quietly, his face growing red.

You press your lips to Touya’s, it was..nice? soft? kinda gross.

Touya’s lips were quite soft actually, he’d wear chap stick like he’d wear clothes though- he hated dry lips.

Touya’s hand steadily went to your cheeks as well, only difference was his were a lot warmer.

At some point, Touya’s tapping stopped.

you a Touya didn’t though, it’s normal for friends to experience things together- how is a kiss any different?

Your cheeks felt so warm.

wait no- that’s Touya’s quirk.

You starting patting Touya’s thigh as a signal to chill out.

And he got the memo, only after a minute.

You and Touya were only slightly out of breath- you might have 1st degree burns on your cheeks though.

“M’sorry…?” Touya says with his dumb cracky voice.

“you burned my cheeks.” You say curtly.

Touya groans, “I didn’t know I activated my quirk!”

“I’m never kissing you again.” Your tone gets slightly aggressive.

Touy burned your precious face though- so he deserves it.

“I said I didn’t-“

A sudden laughter breaks through Touya’s speak, one that didn’t belong to him.

You whip your head to the door way only to see Touya’s siblings, Natsuo and Fuyumi.

Natsuo is holding onto his stomach, dying with laughter while Fuyumi looks mildly disappointed- more like embarrassed.

“Touya-nii…” Fuyumi says softly.

Touya’s face goes completely red, even reaching his ears.

“You didn’t see a thing.” Touya says sternly.

Natsuo laughs more as he grabs Fuyumi, “dude we saw everything!”

Fuyumi covers her face and Natsuo starts to re-create the scene.

“Oh-la-la! Y/N please kiss me I’m so desperate!” Natsuo says through his giggles.

You can see steam coming from Touya as he jumps over the couch to get to Natsuo.

Natsuo sees this and starts to book it.

So now you have a wild Touya and a trouble making Natsuo in the house.

Fuyumi looks at you, then runs to her room- poor girl doesn’t even wanna face you.

how are family dinners your invited to supposed to go now?

curiosity kills the cat you suppose.

and you are the cat in this situation.

EP:

“Mrs. Rei, this is absolutely delicious!” You say while crunching down on whatever Touya’s mother made for the night.

Touya hums in agreement, basically halfway through his second plate.

Natsuo chuckles before speaking, “maybe you should ask her for some cooking lessons Y/N- mom’s experienced.”

Rei smiles softly, “thank you, Natsuo.”

Natsuo immediately gains the most devious smile you’ve ever seen in your entire life.

“Maybe some kissing lessons as well, since you and Touya like that too.”

Immediately silence hits the table.

Touya immediately slams his blow onto the table.

Natsuo runs for his life down the hallway as Touya almost jumps over the table to catch him.

As soon as the boys leave the room your met with a stone faced Rei.

you clear your throat.

“Fuyumi can vouch for me, me and Touya would never do something so sinful!”

Rei chuckles softly, “Fuyumi told me when I came home…”

You whip your head to Fuyumi as she takes her leave, doesn’t wanna face your wrath.

you look towards rei again, sweating bullets as you hear Natsuo screaming bloody murder from two rooms over.

“w-we we’re just curious!”

AN: yall need smth after whatever the hell that episode was😭

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No Regrets (Hawks x reader)

!femreeader x hawks when your best friend shows up after a near death experience, claiming he couldn't leave this world with regrets; so, he fucks you stupid. WARNINGS/TAGS: swearing, NSFW, smut, p in v, creampie, hawks tops in this one, oral (f receiving) mentioned, squirting, hickies, idk man I just want hawks so bad, kind of straight into smut less plot A/N: my entire tik tok fyp has been hawks edits, so this is the result. it took me forever to decide if I wanted him to be a top or a bottom in this one, but I'm all for pillow princesses so he's a top in my mind ◦ ◡ ◠ I need to write more hawks, but maaaaybe aizawa or dabi next? word count: 1,903

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you and Keigo had been friends for quite awhile, even before you left the public safety commission, so it was no surprise when he showed up on your balcony, knocking on the window. but this time, he was banging on it urgently.

“where’s the fire?” you teased with a smirk as you slid the door open. he didn’t respond, instead stepping past you into your studio apartment in a rush. “whoa, what crawled up your pants?”

“don’t.” his voice was low, deeper than you’d ever had aimed at you, as he paced around your room, his wings fluttering restlessly.

“you’re starting to freak me out Kei. what’s going on?” you reached for his shoulder, hoping to calm him down, but he grabbed your wrist tightly.

“I need to tell you something, doll. a secret, of sorts.” finally, he met your gaze, and you shivered at the intensity in his darkened eyes. what the hell has happened?

“okay, I’m listening.”

Keigo sighed and released your wrist, resuming his pacing. “you know how we’ve been friends for years now.” you nodded. “well, there’s something that I can’t seem to get off my mind.”

“and that is?”

“you.” he looked at you again, and you would have laughed at his joke had his face not been so serious. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”

your heart began to pound rapidly as you tried to decipher his meaning. “what… what are you saying?”

Keigo stepped closer to you, his wings shuddering in response when his hand came up to cup your cheek. “I’m saying… I’m saying that I had a close call today. too close. and I knew that if it was my time, I’d be leaving this world without doing the one thing I’ve been wanting to.”

before you could even attempt to respond, to ask what had happened, Keigo’s face started to lower closer to yours. his breathing felt strained as his breath warmed your cheeks and you realized you’d stopped breathing.

“I don’t want to ever leave with regrets.” he whispered, his lips now inches from yours. 

as you realized what was about to happen, your palms began to sweat. you’d thought about this happening many times before since you’d met the cocky bastard who’d worked his way into your heart. but you’d always shoved those ideas down in the name of friendship.

hero work meant the next day might not be guaranteed, everyone knew that. you’d made your peace with it when you started working for the commission – but ever since meeting Keigo, you wanted a million tomorrows.

“then, make it count.” you finally responded to him with a shaky voice. when you gave him the go-ahead, the darkness in his eyes lit up with hope.

in one fluid motion, he closed the gap, his lips meeting yours with a rough urgency. it was passionate, and as the kiss deepened it ignited a spark that sent warmth coursing through your veins. his hands cradled your face, his wings wrapping around you as he pulled you flush against him.

but it didn’t stop there. no – the both of you were desperate for more, every thought and feeling that you’d both had coming to fruition in this moment. Keigo guided you backward until your legs hit your bed, falling backward onto the blankets underneath him. 

“Kei…” you whimpered under his touch, becoming a puddle of mush as his hand explored you. 

“tell me you don’t want this.” he said under his breath, his voice straining with the amount of strength it was taking him to hold back from ripping your clothes off with his teeth.

“I want you.” you answered before rolling your hips upwards into his. he groaned at the contact against his hard-on hiding in his pants, eyes rolling back slightly at the feeling. “I need you, Keigo Takami.”

and with that, the last bit of strength holding himself back snapped under the weight of your words. his lips crashed into yours again, pulling out your bottom lip with his teeth as he started to literally rip your clothes off. 

you heard the first rip of your top, the fabric being thrown to the side by his hands. ah, you’d get another shirt. then, his hands feverishly worked to undo the buttons of your jeans, leaning back to slide them down your legs and discarding them on the floor.

“s’ pretty. been thinking ‘bout this for years, doll.” Keigo hummed into your thighs as he placed soft kisses on your skin before removing his clothing in a flash. it was like you’d taken a long blink, and then he was standing naked and proud in front of you.

you’d always imagined what his cock might look like, once teasing him by saying he probably had feathers for pubes, but whatever you’d concocted in your mind wasn’t even close. it was larger than you’d anticipated, with short, blonde hair curled at the base. 

and to drive you even crazier, his tip was already leaking with precum.

“I’m sorry I told you your dick was small.” you giggled, your cheeks flushing pink as you remembered the insult you’d thrown at him after a tough mission. 

Keigo smirked at you with a raise brow, crossing his arms over his chest as if he was proud. “yeah, I knew you’d regret that one day. now, let me prove you wrong.”

he crawled back over top of you, his fingers dipping between your legs and humming in delight when he found you already wet for him. you hissed as he circled your clit, deliciously slow and teasing, before pushing two fingers inside of you.

“fuck you’re already dripping me for, aren’t you doll.” Keigo purred as he curled his fingers, prodding at your slick walls to find your gummy g-spot. “can’t wait t’ feel it for myself.”

through your labored breathing, you panted out, “what are you waiting for then?” 

“hm, so impatient.” he grinned wickedly as he pulled his fingers from your pussy before putting them in his mouth to lick up your juices. “taste ‘s good, gonna have to try it later.”

“later.” you snapped as you attempted to hook your legs behind him, only being met with his hands pushing your knees apart in a spread.

“gonna fuck you stupid first, is that alright?” you nodded as you watched his weeping tip line up with your entrance, rubbing up and down to tease your clit. “gonna fill you up s’ good.”

“please, Kei, just fuck me already.” you whined as your hips bucked to try and meet his.

“if you say so.” he wasted no time once he pushed his tip in, driving hard into you to stretch your walls around his throbbing dick and bottoming out immediately, both of you moaning out in pleasure.

“ah – fuck – I take back what I said about your dick size.” you squealed as his tip nudged your cervix, your gummy walls struggling to mold around him without pain. “you’re really fucking big.”

“and you’re really fucking tight.” Keigo groaned before dipping his head into your neck. his hands pressed into the backs of your knees, pushing them up in your chest to fold you in half while he began thrusting his hips slowly. 

“how have we not done this before?” with every thrust, you were seeing stars shooting across your vision. as he bullied your cervix you couldn’t help but dig your fingernails into his back with every nudge. 

“someone – mph – was playing hard to get.” he bit your neck lightly, sucking the skin between his teeth to mark you. “now, you’re gonna be mine. is that okay, doll?”

“abso-fucking-lutely.” you managed to respond before all words were lost on you when he delivered a mean slam of his hips into you. “ah fuck Keigo!”

“that’s it, take my cock. y’ already milking me for everything I’ve got.” 

sweat began to drip down your temple as he fucked you rougher with every drive of his cock. your poor neighbors were probably hearing every lewd wet smack of his balls against your ass and every moan the two of you shared. Keigo was driving you to the brink of insanity, and fucking you stupid just as he said.

before your orgasm got too close, he gripped your hips and flipped you over onto your stomach, pulling your back flush against his chest as he continued to thrust into you. his teeth raked over the skin of your shoulder, biting and kissing marks there to match the one he left on your neck.

you were pretty sure his cock was going to bruise your cervix in this position as you moaned with a mix of pain and white-hot pleasure. he was so much deeper this way, taking every inch that you could give to him. 

you’re so lost in the pleasure at the point that you don’t even realize his thrusts are getting sloppier as he reached down to rub circles around your clit. “Keigo, ‘m gonna – hah- I’m gonna come.” you panted breathlessly, your eyes already screwed shut at the tightness wound in your abdomen. “you’re gonna make me come.”

“that’s right, come all over my dick pretty girl. lemme – fuck you’re getting tighter - lemme feel you.” Keigo ground out into your neck, his fingers working faster on your sensitive nub. with every pinch he delivered to your apex, you were losing every thought in your mind. 

just as your orgasm began, Keigo pulled you up off of him just slightly, his tip teasing your hole as he rubbed at your clit brutally quick, sending you skyrocketing into your release. “fuck!” you yelled out as your entire body tensed up, and you could hear your fluid squirt out of you as you came. you dumbly rubbed your pussy against the tip of his cock to ride out your high, already feeling the mess dripping down your thighs.

“s’ fucking good for me, squirted all over me you wicked thing.” Keigo gasped before driving his cock into you again, this time finding his own release within your warm, wet walls milking every ounce of cum from his tip as he painted them white. “fuck I’m filling you up.”

as Keigo rode out his orgasm, his hands gripped your hips hard enough you were sure they’d bruise as he slammed into you until overstimulation began to take over. finally, when he deemed himself satisfied, he pulled out to lean back and watch his cum drip from your cunt.

“god this is fucking sexy.” he panted as he pushed two fingers inside of you to shove his cum back in, sending a warm shiver through your body as you collapsed down onto the bed. 

you’d thought you were spent, your orgasm leaving your body wracked and numb, but when his fingers continued to push in and out of you, you knew he wasn’t done yet.

“wanna taste me now?” you teased, and he grinned wickedly at you. you took that as a yes before he dipped his face between your legs.

you lost count of how many orgasms you’d had, both from him devouring you and fucking you all over again, as you lay on your back to watch his feathers floating in the air above your bed. 

no regrets, right? you’d told each other that before passing out, still drenched in sweat and naked, in each other’s arms.

no regrets.

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Link to Kirishima x reader here (word count: 902)

Link to Shoto x reader pt. 1 here (word count: 1,800)

Link to Kaminari x reader pt.1 here (word count: 2,680)

Link to Bakugo x reader here (word count: 2,328)