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Little Dove 10/?

You're Pro Hero Hawks' little sister. Dabi finds out and everything devolves from there.

brother Hawks x sister reader x Dabi

TWs: noncon sent pics, dirty thoughts,

Part 1

Hawks’ phone buzzes. He pulls it up to find texts from Dabi. The first is a picture. It shows a drooling pussy dripping slick down inner thighs and ass, and a dick going in the back way. A dick with bars on the underside.

The second is an actual text. Saving her pussy for you n your cum.

His dick hardens as his gaze flicks back to the pussy in question. He’s ninety-nine percent sure that’s you, so he should be deleting the picture. He doesn’t want to. What he wants is to drop to his knees in front of the pair of you and lap your cunt clean, complete with Dabi’s dick in your ass and all.

It’s fucked up and he’s aware of it.

Already, he’s informed the commission of what happened. They’ve ordered him not to interfere, to keep going along, but it’s hard. Every time he’s near you, he wants to grab you and shake you and ask you how you could be so stupid, letting yourself get drugged up and raped by a villain.

He’s been monitoring more carefully since. There are cameras in the flat now, just a few, so he knows you’re not sleeping at home every night. He’s also checking the phone records. You started texting the villain weeks ago.

Who knows what the villain said to get to you. There are any number of things. You’re so naive, after all. He’s kept you that way, naive and sheltered and pure and perfect.

You’re not those things anymore and he can only blame himself.

He’s asked the commission what to do if Dabi sets up the same scene again and the answer was less than satisfying.

“What if she gets— you know.” He gestures with a hand over his belly, but can’t bring himself to say it.

“We’ll deal with it then.”

It’s ridiculous, but there’s a plan in place, one Keigo has agreed to in the end.

You haven’t fucked her pussy? He texts back, but the response is hours’ wait.

Nope.

Fuck what the commission said, he has to end this. He needs to do something to keep his sister from being tied to Dabi forever.

It’s another two weeks before he gets the chance. He’s been kept busy, no doubt because the commission doesn’t want him to mess with what’s happening between Dabi and his sister. They must see it every time the topic of the villain comes up, how he grits his teeth, the way his hands ball into white-knuckled fists.

He keeps getting invited from Dabi to come over when you’re there, too, but he makes up excuses. Twice, he gets shitfaced and finds other women to busy himself in to forget about you.

It doesn’t work. It’s also not helpful that Dabi sends videos of him fucking you in different positions, with his hand around your throat or your pussy dripping on his fingers. He films you sucking his dick. He shows Keigo how deep down your throat you learn to take a cock.

All of these go in a secret folder on his phone, one he’s ashamed exists.

And then one day, in the midst of post-nut clarity, something changes. He’s mad at you. Here you are fucking this guy you barely know while your brother sacrifices everything for you to be safe.

You have the nerve to reply to his texts like nothing has changed, to seem disappointed that he’s barely around despite him knowing you’re going to go fuck your villain boyfriend later.

Maybe you even know he’s a villain. Maybe he tells you about their fights while you’re having sex. How can he be sure?

It’s tearing him apart.

He comes home one day to you sitting on the couch. Nothing unusual, except that this time he’s prepared. He sets a file and a few papers on the table. “Dove, come here a sec.”

Keigo’s voice is serious, a departure from the norm. You scurry over to him with a nervous smile on your face, pulling down the sleeves of the hoodie Dabi lent you. It’s big enough your wings fit under it if they’re folded. Keigo can smell him on you and his eyes scan over the fingerprint bruises and hickies the villain has left behind.

“I want you to open that.” He nods toward the file.

The first page is a list of crimes. The second is a page about the villain himself with a picture paperclipped to it. You look disgusted as you read over a list of arsonist fires and murders, then you turn the page and your face drains of blood. “What?” You read the paper behind the picture and shake your head. “No. No way.”

Hawks tosses the phone records your way. Your calls and texts with Dabi are highlighted. “Wanna tell me what you’re doing with a villain, baby bird?”

“H-he said he works with you.” Your eyes are so wide he can see the whites all the way around your irises. “He’s–”

“A villain, a murderer. I get information from him, but only for undercover work.” He shakes his head. Your expression is so open, tears already shimmering in your eyes. You didn’t know. “How could you be so stupid?”

“I– I’m sorry, Keigo.”

“How did you even get in touch with him?” he demands.

You wrap your arms around yourself and seem to shrink. “He had your phone. He found my contact info in it.”

“And you didn’t think to tell me?” He slammed a fist on the table. “Do you have any idea how dangerous that was? There’s a reason I keep you away from my work.”

“I’m sorry,” you sob.

He rounds the table to pull you against him. “You could have been killed if he knew you were my sister.”

You stiffen. “He does.”

Keigo doesn’t know if he heard you correctly. Surely, he didn’t. “What?”

“Yeah.” You sniffle. “I told him when he first texted me.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah? Why? What’s wrong?”

Shit. And he recorded it. Shit. This is worse than anything Keigo could have imagined. He has to tell the commission and fast. If Dabi uses that video against him…

“Keigo?”

“Give me your phone.” He scrolls through it for a second, then tosses it on the floor and stomps. You’re too surprised to react properly. “You’re never talking to him again. And you’re not to leave the apartment for any reason. Got it?”

You look so confused. “What’s going on?”

He shakes his head. “Don’t watch the news either. I don’t want you even seeing anything about him.”

“But, Kei–” He’s already at the balcony, ready to head to the HPSC.

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Little Dove 9/?

You're Pro Hero Hawks' little sister. Dabi finds out and everything devolves from there.

brother Hawks x sister reader x Dabi

Part 1

You’re sore when you wake the next day, still curled up in Dabi’s bed. He’s smoking a joint and when you look at him, he smirks. “Hello, sleeping beauty.”

You move to sit up and wince. “Did… did something happen last night?”

“You don’t remember?” I lifts a brow. “I told you you couldn’t handle that pill, but you insisted.”

Your face flushes. “I’m sorry, Dabi. I thought I could.” Your uterus cramping and you rub a hand against it, then check the sheets. That’s when you realize you’re naked. “So we had sex?” There’s dried blood between your thighs, but not so much it looks like your period started.

“Yeah, babe, we had sex. You regret it now?”

You wish you could remember. What little of the night swims through your head is like a bad movie, all choppy and out of focus. You vaguely recall Dabi using his mouth on you and that memory has you blushing harder than you’ve ever blushed before. “No, I don’t regret it.” You would stay sober next time.

The crease between his brow smooths and he smiles at you. Your heart beats a little faster; you’re glad he’s not hurt. Even if you weren’t totally ready for sex, you wouldn’t want him to think you’re upset with him over it. It isn’t his fault you don’t remember. You said you could handle what he had.

You glance at your phone to find a few messages from Keigo. There’s his usual goodnight and goodmorning texts as well as one random observation from the night before. He sends those often and they’re usually pretty funny. Guilt creeps up as you realize he must be worried. You text back a few emojis and look around for your clothes. “I should get home.”

Dabi nods and goes to the box where he keeps his clothes, tosses you a hoodie that smells like him. “Your skirt is by the TV, but we got a little over-excited and your shirt is a goner.”

“That’s okay.” You pull on the skirt and his hoodie, relishing the feel of swimming in it. “Where are my—”

“Panties got torn, too. Sorry, dove.”

Him calling you that makes you think of last night and of Keigo, but you’re not sure why the two thoughts are so tangled. “Okay.” You shove your phone into the hoodie and lean down to kiss Dabi. “I’ll message you when I get home, okay?”

“Sure. See you later, sweetheart.”

You don’t see Keigo much over the next week or so and at first you’re relieved, because what if he’s able to tell something is different about you. You’ve heard that sex changes people, especially girls, but you don’t think that means it’s a visible change. Right? Well, sometimes people talk about an afterglow but…

Whether or not there’s a difference, Keigo doesn’t notice. He’s in for a few minutes, mostly to check on the place and grab change of underwear or something. He doesn’t even spend the night, so you stay alone so many nights.

That’s probably why you start staying at Dabi’s more often. You figure he’s gonna want more sex, but he’s strangely more into oral than anything else. He plays with your pussy as you sit on his lap, convinces you to give him a blow job once, but the next time is because you offer. He just shrugs and says sure, though he seems to enjoy it.

One night, he’s drinking. It’s brandy, not that you know anything about booze.

“Can I have some?” you ask.

He hands the glass over and you nearly spit the first sip. At his silent amusement, you force down several gulps. Then you cough against the burn all the way down.

“Damn, babe, you didn’t have to drink that much.” He laughs and pats your back. “You’re so fuckin’ cute.” Then his mouth is against yours and you’re relishing the strange mish-mash of his lips. It’s so good and he tastes like the brandy, but softer. The combination has your head swimming.

Within seconds, the two of you are horizontal on his futon.

“Wanna try something a little different?” he asks. You stare up at him with wide eyes and nod. “Atta girl.” Then he kisses his way down your body. You already know where he’s going. Soon enough, his mouth is coaxing you to orgasm. Long fingers play with your slick, then one dips downward and you nearly scream. “Hey, relax. Relaaaax. It’s okay.” His mouth is back on your clit while his finger eases into your ass. It feels weird, but it doesn’t hurt.

Within seconds, it feels kinda good. Then he adds another and that burns, but feels even better when he laps at your cunt. His fingers scissor and pump in you and you keen. “That’s it, dove. Let me open you up so you can bounce on my dick.” His tumb goes in your pussy and he holds you like that while he sucks your clit til you’re writhing. You don’t know when he slipped in a third finger. “You want more?”

You nod greedily and Dabi grins so hard his staples threaten to pop. His fingers come out and he sits up, slaps your thigh and guides you toward his lap. “Back to me. There.” His dick tickles between your ass cheeks. He slides it through your pussy lips, using your slick to lubricate. “We’re gonna do this nice and slow.”

The alcohol helps dull the pain, otherwise you don’t think you could handle his dick going into another virgin hole. You stretch and it burns around him. His piercings add an odd sensation that you can’t quite pin.

“Almost there.” He plays with your clit and you tighten up. He slaps down on your thigh. “Relax.” You take a deep breath and try.

Dabi guides you up and down slowly, until the slick from your pussy and the stretching over time has eased his way, then his hands go to your hips. His fingertips dig in as he lifts you up and pulls you down.

And it feels good, like scratching a deep, dirty itch.

“Filthy girl.” His breath is hot. “That’s it, baby, ride my dick. Show me you want it.” You bounce on his lap, awkward but eager. He wraps an arm around your waist and one dips down to your pussy. There’s a phone in his first hand and he angles it to take a picture of the two of you from your bellybutton down.

“Wha–?”

“You look too hot. Don’t worry, no one can tell it’s you.” He kisses your throat and starts rubbing your clit so that you soon forget the picture.

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Lemme know what you think. Both head in the same direction, but they are still very different.

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Little Dove 8/?

You're Pro Hero Hawks' little sister. Dabi finds out and everything devolves from there.

brother Hawks x sister reader x Dabi

Part 1

TWs: noncon, dubcon, drugging, forced incest, forced/drugged oral and PIV, coercion, lying, manipulation, MDNI

Y'all have been warned

There is a moment where Hawks just stares as if unable to truly accept what Dabi is saying, then the villain lifts a hand and blue fire flickers to life. “I could find other way for her to entertain us, hero. Is that what you’d prefer?”

“Whoa, easy there, Dabi. I was just surprised you like to share. That’s all.” He steps closer, the affable twinkle in his eye covering the frantic cogs whirring as he tries to think of how to get out of this situation. “No need to hurt such a pretty girl.”

Dabi returns his stare with a narrowed gaze of his own. “Then get on with it.”

Keigo approaches the opposite side of the couch from where Dabi sits. He lays a hand on his sister’s calf and tests its softness as though he is unfamiliar with the silken texture of her skin. If he separates himself from who this is, he might be able to get through the ordeal. He fallout.. He’ll deal with that later. He’s the hero Hawks doing the unthinkable to rescue a civilian.

Hawks strokes up along her thigh, marvelling in its plushness. He grabs at it, kneads the flesh. You just sigh and nuzzle Dabi’s lap.

Hawks doesn’t like that. He frowns and bends over the arm of the sofa to roll you onto your back. Your nipples harden in the cool air and you fidget with discomfort as the position does nothing for the sing pinned against the cushion. The other one is at an awkward angle where it hangs down toward the dusty floor.

He reaches out and strokes your cheek. “You in there, dove?”

You grumble something, the slits of your eyes shining just enough to let him know you’re conscious; he doesn’t think you’ll remember any of this tomorrow. Thank the gods for small blessings.

Hawks’ fingers trail to your lips. They’re petal-soft and blushed. He climbs on the couch with one knee to hover over you and plant the sweetest, smallest kiss there.

Maybe he can really do this, pretend you’re a girl he slept with once and just get it over with that way. His tongue skims your parted lips; you taste so sweet. He’d have enjoyed kissing you if you were that girl. His eyes drift shit and one hand strokes your throat, your arm, then brushes one of those snowy wings. He shivers. He’s always wanted to fuck someone with wings, but it’s a relatively rare mutation. What he wouldn’t give to have your conscious instead, riding him with those wings spread wide…

He groans and deepens the kiss. It’s sloppy on your part, but he doesn’t mind at all. This way he can rove to his hearts’ content. His hands now turn to your breasts. He weighs them against his palms and kneads. When there’s no reaction from you, he pinches your nipple. You make a pretty noise in the back of your throat. When he dips down to engulf some of your breast in his hot mouth, you keen.

“Fuck, you’re really enjoying this, huh, birdbrain?” Dabi has one hand in her hair and the other pressing against his own erection. He’s staring down at where Hawks has tented his trousers. “Keep going.”

The villain almost pushed him off track, but a gaze down the line of your body is enough to get him going again. Soon, the shucks his jacket and slots his hips between your spread thighs. He nibbles and bites at your throat, leaving marks as he goes. It’s been a while since he got laid and it’s creeping up on him that he really needs this. You make the prettiest noises as he dips a hand between your legs to play with your clit and dip into your hole.

Dabi wasn’t lying when he said you were prepped. You’re tight, but you don’t make a sound when one finger enters. The second has you sighing. His thumb brushes your clit and your cunt spasms around his fingers.

“She’s sensitive right now. The drugs heighten everything and I ate her out for like an hour before you go here.” The idea of you blissed out while your thighs trap Dabi’s head between them makes his dick throb and his blood rage. He wants to bury himself in you and pull you into his arms to fly away all at once.

He settles for the former. Hawks kneels up and unbuttons, unzips, and releases himself from his pants. Dabi makes a semi-impressed sound and he scoffs. Hawks knows he’s decently endowed, a little longer than normal, but quite a bit thicker. Girls usually enjoy it.

He bends down and runs the head of his cock between your lips. “Got a condom?” he asks Dabi.

Dabi barks out a laugh. “Fuck no. Bareback the slut. She’ll love it.”

“I don’t know what she has.” He’ll bet you don’t have any STDs because Hawks also thinks tonight is probably the first night you’ve done anything like this. Dabi lured you here somehow and drugged you and raped you, and now he was making Hawks do it, too.

Dabi waved away the concern. “Just fuck her already. I’m gonna get soft at this rate.”

Hawks’ real concern is contraceptive. He doesn’t want to get you pregnant, but he doesn’t trust his instincts to stop on time either. The one other bird-quirked individual he’s fucked, he was so tempted to knock her up, keep her trapped in a nest with him.

Looking down at you, framed as you are by your wings, he doesn’t know if he can resist this time.

You’re so hot and wet and he needs to kep going because Dabi isn’t amused by the wait. Hawks pushes in. You screech and jolt, but Dabi’s hands push your shoulders down. He’s off the couch now and focused on the spot where you and your brother are joined. “How’s she feel?”

“Hot. Tight.” Hawks grits his teeth. He can’t even fully fit. Did Dabi even fuck you earlier? After a second, he pulls back and stares at the little bit of red coating his dick. “You didn’t fuck her?”

He glances up and finds a phone in his face. Dabi is recording. Of course, he is. It’s so fucked up, because now there will be evidence of what he did to you. But with his dick being squeezed by your freshly-deflowered cunt, he can’t say he rightly cares at the moment.

“Nope. Left her all for you, hero.” He removes his own dick and starts stroking along the underside. It’s lined with silver bars. “Fuck, this is hot. Keep going.”

Hawks eases back in. He watches Dabi guide his dick toward your lax mouth and you begin to suck automatically. Hawks wonders, with a brief flash of jealousy, whether you’ve done that before. You choke when Dabi goes to far, but the villain doesn’t care; nor does he mind the slobber around your lips.

Hawks starts fucking you harder, eyes locked on your face. You make cute little sounds that are morphed by the cock in your mouth, and your brows scrunch up as Hawks lifts one of your legs to get a better angle.

His hand sweepts down to your clit and finds you absolutely soaked. The slam of your bodies is underscored by wet squelches. The whole thing is obscene.

You arch a little and he feels you come around his cock. He has to stop to keep from blowing his load; he wants to so bad, but he can’t stop yet. He has to keep going.

“Good girl,” he praises. “Come again for me?” He strokes your clit and you launch into another orgasm so easily. Are you always like this? Do you lay there on nights when he isn’t home bringing yourself to orgasm again and again? How many times can you go?

He resolves to find you as he picks up his pace again. “Keep coming on big brother’s cock, baby.” He doesn’t mean to say it. It just slips out. He doesn’t even realize, but Dabi does. It has the villain groaning as he shoots down your throat.

“Fucking take it.” He slumps down and wipes his dick in your hair when he’s done; not once does he move the camera from you and your brother. “So fucking hot. Come in her.”

“What?” Hawks’ golden gaze snaps up, momentarily distracted from drinking in your body.

“Get the little bitch pregnant. Fill her up with pretty winged babies.”

Hawks moans. The idea is so tempting, but he can’t do that.

“She keeps coming on your dick,” Dabi says. “She’s asking for it.”

Gods, she really is, isn’t she? She’s coming again, and her legs are squeezing him almost as tight as her cunt.

Hawks bends down to kiss along her jaw. “You want me to come in you, dove?” You moan and wrap an arm around him, your hand stroking along the base of his wing. It’s such a sensitive area. He fucks into you harder, until the force of your bodies is moving the couch, but he doesn’t care.

“‘S good,” you murmur. “So good.”

“Yeah?” He can’t help himself. He’s sure he will hate himself for it tomorrow, but Hawks’ orgasm is edging up on him and he doesn’t want to stop. So he doesn’t. “Gonna come in you, little dove.” He keeps driving into your body as the high hits, spurting his seed as deep into your pussy as he can drive it, and hammers it in, keeps fucking you until his dick has gone soft. Even then, he doesn’t pull away. He wants to keep you under him like this forever.

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Little Dove 7/?

You're Pro Hero Hawks' little sister. Dabi finds out and everything devolves from there.

brother Hawks x sister reader x Dabi

Part 1 Part 8

TW: this chapter contains drugging, coercion, implied incest to come

Dabi has you smoking at your next date. You remember the fuzzy feeling fondly, so accept his guidance as he talks you through taking your first hit off a joint. You love how it makes you feel, love it even more when he pushes you onto your back and rolls his hips against yours.

Everything about him is so amazing. You think you might love him. You must say that outloud because he chuckles and pats your head.

“You’re such a sweet girl for me.” You wrap your legs around him as he starts to get up and you keen. “Baby, I’ll be right back. Promise.”

You keen, but spread your legs to allow him to go. He’s back in a few minutes with a drink for each of you and a baggie of pills. “What’s that?”

He gazes at you with heavy lidded eyes that shine with mischief. “Why? Wanna try this, too?”

“Maybe,” you respond daringly, but he shakes his head and smiles.

“I don’t think you could handle this, little dove.” He tips a few white pills into his hand and pops one in his mouth, then takes a swig of his drink.

Yours is something fruity and sweet. You try it and hum happily. “No, really. What is it?”

Dabi turns and thumbs your bottom lip. “Something harder than weed, sweetheart.”

“Why are you taking it?” Youu pout out him.

“Because fooling around with you on it is gonna feel fucking amazing.” Your brows rise at that and you think about it for a minute.

“I wanna try, too.”

He shakes his head. “I don’t know…”

“Please, Dabi?”

He hums and drums his fingers on your thigh. “Okay, but only because you’re with me. I don’t want you doing this shit with anyone else. Got it?”

You nod eagerly. Why you’re suddenly all about it, you’re not exactly sure, but if Dabi does it…

“Open your mouth, stick out your tongue, and say, ‘ah,’” he instructs, and you do as he bids, feeling a little dumb as you stretch out the ‘ah’ sound. He places a pill on your tongue and lifts your glass to your lips. You swallow the pill down with your drink. “Should kick in soon,” he says, then he’s kissing you. You’re down on your back again, your wings carefully folded as he pushes up your skirt and the rough fabric of his jeans causes friction between you too.

“Feel good, baby?” He kisses and nips at your throat and you groan. “Yeah, that’s right. Here, have another hit.” Dabi holds the joint to your lips and you cough less this time. He beams down at you in what you think might be pride, but you’re swimming about now, in pleasure and haziness.

Both rise until you’re drowning in them, but you don’t care.

Hawks doesn’t want to hang out with Dabi tonight. He’d much rather go home and spend time with you, but right now it’s imperative that he get in good with the flame villain.

Dabi messaged him about an hour ago and insisted he had a surprise for him, come over soon. So here he was, heading inside the warehouse where the villain and he often met. He strolls in with his hands in his pockets and a dopey smile on his face.

“Hey there, Dabi. How’s it goin’?”

Dabi is sitting with legs spread wide on the couch he knows well by now. There’s a bottle of vodka on the table and he’s smoking a joint. But that isn’t what makes Keigo pause.

There’s a head in his lap, hair strewn artfully over the face, but it’s a girl and she reminds him so strongly of you that he nearly loses his footing. She’s wrapped in a sheet, one bare leg sticking out. It’s shapely, lovely, and the skin looks so soft.

“Excuse me, didn’t mean to interrupt.” He flashes his grin and starts to turn.

“Wait.” Hawks pauses. “C’mon, hero. This is your surprise.”

Hawks chuckles. “You got me a girl?”

“Sure did.” Dabi takes a hit on his joint and releases the smoke, then snatches the sheet away from the girl on the couch.

She’s curled up in a way that almost accentuates the curves of her body, emphasizes them. They stir him in more ways than one; his mind is churning with comparisons to you all while his dick imagines if she’s as pretty upclose as he thinks she’ll be, if she will feel as good.

Then he sees the arch of one white wing over her shoulder and his eyes dart to her face, and his stomach drops.

He tries to cover any reaction with his characteristic smile. “She sure is a looker.”

“Isn’t she, though,” Dabi agrees, and he smoothes the hair back from your face. Now Hawks can’t deny the truth. “Doesn’t she look familiar?”

His brows rise and panic begins to set in. “What do you mean?”

“The girl in your phone, the best lay you’ve had? This is her, right?” Dabi’s hand strokes across your bare flesh and you sleepily gaze up at him before your eyes drift closed again. “I invited a friend for us, baby girl.”

“Dabi, is she okay?”

“She’s had some weed, booze, a few pills. Nothing she didn’t ask for. Oh yeah, a few orgasms in there, too.” The scarred man laughs. “She’s a good little whore. I see why you like her.”

Hawks swallows down his rage. This is not good; he needs to be careful. “So why am I here?”

Dabi leans over and slides his hand down your body, along your back and down to squeeze your ass. Then he lifts one of your bent knees and reveals your pussy to Hawks’ gaze. And he can’t help but look in a mixture of horror and fascination. “I thought you’d like to fuck her again. No need to worry about foreplay; I’ve already taken care of that.” He sweeps his fingers over her slick to emphasize his point.

“I can’t do that. Not while she’s passed out.” Hawks laughs awkwardly and runs a hand through his hair.

Dabi smacks her cheek lightly and her nose scrunches, her eyes open and she gazes up at him. “Wha?”

“See?” The villain grins. “Hey, sweetheart. Say hi to my friend Hawks.” He guides her chin back toward the hero.

“Haw—?” You frown at your brother; his image is blurred and ou don’t recognize him, though the name should be enough to clue you in. Unfortunately, you’re lost in the concoction Dabi slowly fed you.

“Yeah, Hawks, babygirl. He’s here to make you feel good. You’d like that, right?” Dabi nods and you mimic him. Feeling good sounds like the only thing that matters right now. The villain gestures to Hawks. “Well, come on, hero. You heard the lady.”

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Little Dove 6/?

You're Pro Hero Hawks' little sister. Dabi finds out and everything devolves from there.

HawksxReaderxDabi

Part 1 Part 7

TWs for this chapter: Weed, coerced drug use (kinda), coerced oral sex (f receiving), mdni

Dabi is a few minutes late. You’ve been sitting outside your usual cafe for twenty minutes now, about ten minutes since your meetup time. He’s never been this late before, so you’re anxiously bouncing your legs against the ground and tapping your fingers on the table. He isn’t standing you up, right? He was texting you forty-five minutes ago.

Your fingers twitch for your phone, but you don’t want to seem like some obsessive little girlfriend who panics when her boyfriend is a minute late. He’ll be here soon; you just know it.

“Been waiting long?”

You jump in your seat, then glance over your shoulder with the biggest grin on your face. “You snuck up on me, you asshole.”

“Guilty.” Dabi’s eyes crinkle from the smile hidden beneath the mask. He always wears it when you meet up and you understand why, though his scars don’t bother you much at all. “C’mon, honey, let’s get out of here.”

It’s an unseasonably windy day, so you’re glad to follow him to an alley and through Kurogiri’s gateway. You learned the guy’s name last time, but you still haven’t seen him.

Instead of his usual place, you’re in what looks like a warehouse. He guides you to furniture that sticks out like a thorn in your finger and you sit daintily on the worn couch.

“This is a place I do a lotta business,” he explains. “Though we only bring coworkers here, so you’re safe.”

You nod and glance around with wide eyes. You’ve been in Hawks’ agency before. It’s clean and airy and nice. This is nothing like that, though you figure it’s because Dabi and his cohort are underground heroes rather than those who are more well-known.

Besides, villains would never think to find heroes somewhere like this.

Dabi grabs a small box from atop an ancient crate and takes a seat beside you. His knee bumps your leg as he spreads out the contents of the box on a crate which serves as a table. There’s a little thing of thin papers that reminds you vaguely of gum, a metal cylinder, a little bag of green. A little late, you realize he’s rolling a joint. You squirm uncomfortably. Keigo would not be okay with you around weed. Your brother is very protective and completely sober. As far as you know, he doesn’t even drink; he certainly doesn’t bring alcohol home.

“Any of your friends stoners?” Dabi lifts the finished product and lights up, his eyes skirting to you. You shake your head. “It helps. With the pain, I mean.”

“Oh.” You squirm in your seat and wonder if he’d take offense if you leaned away. It smells weird. You aren’t sure you like it.

“It’s a lot better if you try for yourself.” He laughs at the expression on your face. “Don’t worry; I’m not gonna force it on you or anything.”

You nod. Of course he won’t. He’s a hero, a good guy. He might need the weed for pain from his quirk, but it’s not like he’d ever make you use it.

He lays one hot hand on your thigh and leans back, letting his head loll on the couch with a sigh.

“What’s it like?” He looks so relaxed, at ease. The anxious energy that thrums beneath the surface is gone.

He takes a puff nd gazes at you with half-lidded eyes through the haze. “‘S good. Hard to explain though.”

You squeeze your hands in your lap. “Oh.” Your cheeks blaze.

He chuckles and slides the hand over your thigh, then leans forward. I can show you without you smoking.”

He’s so close and his eyes are so bright, so pretty. There’s a fuzziness slowly creeping into your brain and you nod dumbly.

“Good girl.” He takes another drag on the joint and tips your head up. Your lips meet, his tongue runs along the seam of your mouth until it opens, then he lets the smoke curls through you. You can’t help but breathe it in.

It hits so fast. Your brain buzzes like cicadas in the summer and you feel a little floaty, but heavy at the same time. He kisses you again, this time chasing the smoke with his tongue and dragging it against the roof of your mouth to tickle. You giggle when he pulls away.

“That’s my girl,” he coos. “Feels good, right?”

“Yeah.” You nod. “It’s like sitting on a marshmallow.”

Dabi chuckles. “You’re fuckin’ adorable, sweetheart.”

“I feel like I could fly right now, or float I guess.”

“Can’t you normally fly?” he asks.

You shake your head. “Not really. I can only get, like, a really big jumps’ worth.”

“Really? Your brother seems to have no problems,” Dabi points out.

“Yeah.” You look down at your hands and lament, once more, that you’re just not strong like he is. “Keigo’s quirk is mostly the psychic ability to control his feathers the way he does. I have wings, but that’s no really my quirk.”

“What is it then?” he asks.

You pluck a loose feather, white and downy soft. You set it on the crate, then flick your finger. The feather stands on its shaft. You twirl your finger and the feather twirls too.

“So you can control your feathers a little?” he says.

You shake your head and the feather sways down flat again. “More like I’m psychic, too, but a feather is about the most I can manage. My quirk is called Featherlight.”

Dabi strokes your leg to get your focus on him. “Hey, it’s given you these beautiful wings of yours.”

“Yeah.” You would sniffle, but year head is still kinda stuffy.

“How about I take your mind off things for a while?” You form a quizzical expression and he grins so that his staples strain. “Be a good girl for me, okay? I’ll take good care of you.” He slides to kneel on the floor in front of you, flipping up your skirt. Automatically, you begin to push off the couch, but he catches your wrists in your hands. “This won’t hurt, promise.”

You nod slowly, unsure of yourself. He’s down there and his hands are on you, not on himself. You have no idea what he has it in his head to do.

Then he leans forward, mouth against your clothes core, and sucks.

It’s wet and hot and weird, but feels good. He hums, and that also feels good. Then he uses a finger to pull the gusset away from your skin and his quirk ignites the scrap, then instantly is quashed. Your left with tatters that clearly show your flesh.

No one has seen you naked in ages, not since you started bathing on your own when you were six and Keigo was ten. Before you can think 5to protest, Dabi’s mouth is back and he tongues through your lower lips and catches on the bundles of nerves, then sucks.

It’s messy and warm and your throw your head back and groan. In seconds, your hands have found his hair, tugging and pulling. He eases a finger inside your tightness before you can even realize, not that you would fight him at this moment. It feels too good.

“Ah.” You sigh and hum as his mouth seals to you and he uses a pierced tongue to play with your clit. When he adds more suction, you think you’re losing your mind. His finger curls gently; you keen. A second finger eases in and you nearly squeeze his fingers to stiffness as he plays with you.

When your orgasm hits, it’s to you rocking against his face and moaning like your life depends on it.

Dabi lets you ride it out on his tongue, then kisses your thigh and pulls away to grin up at you again. “Told you it’d feel good.”

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Little Dove 5/?

You're Pro Hero Hawks' little sister. Dabi finds out and everything devolves from there.

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TW: none for this chapter, but future parts may include, but are not limited to, noncon, dubcon, drugging, forced incest, yandere hawks, yandere dabi, coercion, lying, manipulation, grooming (of an 18 year old character), obsession, gaslighting...

Part 1 Part 6

Keigo is still home when you wake up, a rare occurrence given his hours. You stare down at your phone to read through a few texts from Dabi and look up when you hear an abrupt sound. Your brother is making scrambled eggs wearing your frilly apron and a pair of boxers. You can’t help but giggle at the sight of him whistling a little flourish while he flips the spatula through the air.

“‘Morning, Dove. Sleep well?”

You blush, remembering that you fell asleep while Keigo was preening your wings. You’d woken, tangled in sheets and diagonal across the mattress. “Did I steal the covers last night?”

He grins that heartbreaking grin of his that comes so naturally when he’s around you. “Only a little. I kept plenty warm, considering you were half on top of me.

“I’m sorry.”

He bats away the apology. “If it bothered me, we’d have separate beds. You’ve always been clingy in your sleep.”

To be fair, so is he. It’s a remnant of your childhood, when you were each other’s only real family. You still are, but now you have a stable life to go along with your relationship.

There was a time Keigo left. It was sometime after your father was finally arrested, when your memories become a blur for a while. You know you were hungry and cold and sad. Your mother was annoyed at your complaints, but there was nothing she could do about them. She yelled at Keigo, called him useless, and he took off.

You think you saw him once after that, then nothing.

For a little while, you stayed alone with your mother. She rarely helped you with clothes or food or anything, really, so you quickly became a mess of a child. By the time the HPSC dropped in to pluck you from Tomie’s grasp, you were in such deplorable state that Keigo became furious when you saw him.

It was in the penthouse, your now-home. He’d fought with the commission to get a place for you, and a separate one for your mother. When you asked why, he always shrugged and muttered something about everyone being happier this way.

Keigo had run across the bare floor and dropped to his knees to look at you. “Did mom hurt you?” His hands were warm on your shoulders, his eyes boring into your own. You shook your head. “Did she feed you?” he asked next, to which you shrugged. Keigo sighed, glanced up at an adult and said, “Go get her something to eat.”

It was the first time you ever heard Keigo give a command.

Your brother guides you to the table, snapping you from your memories. He has a full plate and orange juice all laid out.

“Thank you, Keigo.”

He beams. “You’re welcome.” He has made himself a plate with more food than yours. He spends all day most days out on patrol and apparently flying takes a lot of energy, so he keeps fueled. You’ve always marveled at how much he can scarf down per meal.

Your phone buzzes and he frowns at it. “Just a friend from school,” you explain, though you have the phone upside down, so it’s not like you can see the screen. He hums in response.

“Do you have the day off?” Hope lays thick in your voice. You’d promised to see Dabi later, but he’d understand that Keigo is home.

He shakes his head. “No, I just had a little time this morning. Sorry, Dove. I know I owe you some one-on-one time, but things are hectic at work right now.”

You know what that’s code for. “The commission has you on a special mission, huh?” You hate when this happens. They suck the life out of your brother, promising him the moon for one more little favor. It never ends; you know they’ve sent him to do things he shouldn’t, things he won’t talk about to anyone, but especially you. He could never ruin your image of him; it would break him.

You tell him you’ll love him anyway, but he just shakes his and smiles sadly.

“Yeah. It’s a really important one, though. It might stop a war.”

“Does it have to do with that guy who fought All Might?” you ask. He’s behind bars, but maybe he has some sort of team who can take over his evil plans.

Keigo bites his lip. “You know I can’t tell you anything about it.”

“Yeah, yeah, secret squirrel stuff.” You raise a hand in defeat. “I know.”

“The secretest.” He puts your plates in the dishwasher after you’ve both cleared them, then pulls you into his arms for a hug. “I told them I’m taking a break after this one. I need it. We’ve all been working our asses off since All Might retired, but the flame man and I most of all.”

His heart is a steady beat against your ear. You wrap your arms around your brother and take in how much stronger he is than you. Even without him feathers, he could throw you over his shoulder. He takes his work seriously, despite his carefree appearance. You squeeze him, aware of how strong some villains are and how small your brother is compared to some. “You promise?”

Keigo rubs your back. “I promise. They won’t get anything outta me for at least a month.”

“A month?” The idea thrills you; you’ve never gotten to spend that much time free with him.

“Yep, just you and me. We can do anything, go anywhere.”

You grin up at him. “I can’t wait.”

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I play OW2 and main Lucio. He's the cutest little cinnamonroll

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Little Dove 4/?

No TWs for this part; see part 1 for story TWs

Part 5

Keigo comes home the next night. You hear the glass doors open and hurriedly exit out of your messages with Dabi. There’s no way your brother would be okay with you texting one of his coworkers; you and Dabi agreed this would be better kept as a secret anyway.

”Keigo!” You jump at him and he lifts with hands beneath your wings and swings you around before he pulls you close in a hug. “You’ve been gone forever.”

He holds you for a long moment, taking in a deep breath full of your comforting, familiar scent. “I’m sorry, little dove. We had a big villain fight and things got kinda crazy.”

”I know. I saw it on TV.” He’s warm and solid where your head lays against him,but you can’t help but compare him to Dabi. He runs so hot and is a few inches taller, so your head is more firmly on his chest. Still, there is nothing like being held by Keigo. Your big brother has been the one source of comfort and safety in your life, and you adore him more than anyone or anything. “Are you staying the night?”

Keigo strokes your hair and down one of your wings. He’s the only one who really touches them— at least, other than the few weirdos who have done so without permission. Unlike them, you enjoy his touches. He does it right. He knows the right pressure, the right motions, to make the experience pleasant. “I am.” He clicks his tongue and fixes an errant feather for you. You twitch; it’s like an itch being scratched. “You need a good preening.”

”Can I lay down for it?” You back away to gaze up at him beneath your lashes.

He gives a long-suffering sigh. “I suppose.”

”Yay!” You giggle all the way to the bedroom, shedding your top as you go. When you flop down on the bed, you’re in only a pair of shorts, but you don’t care. Your front is against the bed anyway. Your wings splay wide, the primaries resting on the duvet.

Keigo enters a moment later. He sheds his jacket and straddles your hips, smoothies his hands along the length of your wings until his weight has to rest on you partially. “Your wings are so beautiful, dove.”

It’s moments like these he’s aware of how sheltered you are. The way you laughed to the bedroom, how you gazed up at him so obviously. You’re perfectly trusting of your brother, as evidenced by the way you’re lying there in little polka dot shorts, lightly kicking your feet until he’s there.

You were born with your wings, just like he was. He wondered if they’d be like his in other ways too, and watched out for it, but yours were fairly normal. Except that they were whiter than snow and had to be softer than natural birds’.

Your feathers couldn’t fix themselves, so he had to do it for you growing up. Your parents didn’t pay attention, didn’t realize when you were crying because you had feathers mussed from rolling in your crib all night. It was up to Keigo to right them.

He has memories of before you were born, but they were miserable and lonely. Only the characters on television meant anything to him. Then you came along and he had someone to love, to love him back. And you loved him the way flowers loved the sun. You started climbing out of your crib at two, making your way to cuddle up in his bed. He could never turn you away.

Even now, you stay in the master suite. It’s a two-bedroom penthouse, but the smaller room is fixed up as a guest bed for those you’ve never entertained. If Hawks comes home, he curls up in the massive bed the two of you share, and at some point he will find you nestled against his chest.

You’re an adult now and he knows it’s inappropriate, but he takes just as much solace in you. He could never force you into a separate room. The very idea unsettles him.

His room would be like an empty nest.

It’s unhealthy, your dependence on him, but it’ll end someday.

As he straightens your feathers, he tries not to think about the messages surely waiting on his phone. He’d only just gotten all the numbers on this one, having lost the other somewhere he couldn’t figure out. At least no one was saved by name other than a generic ‘HPSC’ contact. Besides, it was locked.

If he was to look at the phone now, he’d find at least one text from that contact and a few more from ‘PLF,’ which was what Dabi was saved as.

If anyone contacted most of the people on his phone, they’d get agencies, or a curt ‘fuck off.’ The only contact that was different was you.

He’d been sentimental when choosing your alias, using his pet name for you. You’d always be his little dove in his mind. Even as he was aware of the musculature of your back where it shown between your wings, or the crush of your breasts against him as you hugged, you would always be the tiny, fragile winged hope that had found its way to him.

Keigo needs to shelter you. You can never know the shit he did for the commission, the ways he’d sullied himself. Talking to Dabi was the least of it, though something about the villain set him on edge.

The last time they’d met, Dabi managed to sneak up behind him. He’d been scrolling through photos and paused on one of you, candid and mid laugh.

“Who is that?”

He’d flicked the button to clear his screen and had his phone away so fast it should’ve surprised even him. “One night stand,” he lied smoothly.

Dabi laughed. “Hot. You must get a lot of pussy.”

He had his fair share of women— and men— throw themselves at him, but he was picky; if he was spending a night away from you, he was either desperate or they were too perfectly his type to pass up.

”We’re those wings I saw?” The villain asked.

Hawks shrugged. “I prefer people who have animal-related quirks. There’s a certain amount of understanding among us.” That wasn’t a lie; everyone he’d ever slept with of his own volition had an animal type quirk— cat, mouse, bird, even an insect once. The other bird hadn’t had wings, to his disappointment, but it had been the best so far.

”Kinky,” was the response.

He didn’t like the way Dabi’s eyes darted to his pocket as though curious about you, as though he’d liked what little he saw. He’d have to be more careful in the future.

Keigo can’t fault the villain; you are beautiful, the prettiest girl he knows. When girls flirt with him, he often finds himself comparing them to you and they always come up lacking. Perhaps he idolizes you too much, but you’ve never given him reason to do otherwise.

You let out a breathy groan as he strokes his hands under the inner secondaries. It’s sensitive there and you can reach most of it on your own, but he can tell you’ve been neglecting your wings. “That feels so nice,” you sigh. You sound sleepy. He chuckles quietly at that and keeps working his magic. You drift off to his comforting touch.

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I'm a non binary mer and I approve this message

tired: mermaids are all women

wired: much like elves, merfolk are mistaken by sailors for being all women because they have long hair and are very pretty

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I am currently *feral* for a set of sharp teeth leaving red circles across my flesh, hard enough they bruise, they scab, they look absolutely atrocious.

Taste my my blood. Lick your lips. Come back for more. I want a sadist who keeps going until I look more like a victim than a lover.

Let's be honest, about half the characters I simp for, I could see doing this.

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Little Dove 3/?

Part 1 Part 4

TWs for this part: smoking, manipulation, grooming

Dabi knows what he's doing is wrong. He's not blind to his own backwards morality. In fact, he revels in it. He's murdered without a second thought, for no more than a flash of annoyance. He's a consummate monster.

But this… the plans shaping up for Hawks’ sweet little sister are truly demented. They're sick, twisted, the sort of evil that leaves a stain and never washes out. He can't wait to share what the hero will do. No doubt, Hawks will try to defend himself. Endeavor will find out what his lost son made the hero do, and he will be filled with disgust for both his son and his second.

It's all due to an accident of fate. Hawks losing his phone was the best thing to happen to Dabi. Thanks to the idiot’s affectionate contact name for his sister, Dabi was going to trap the two birds in a cage of his own twisted design.

You and Dabi text every day after that. He’s funny in a dark, sardonic sort of way, but you suppose that’s normal for someone in his line of work. He convinces you to meet up the following weekend. You’re nervous to meet him again.

You’re also worried about Keigo finding out, but your brother is absent in the few days leading up to your “date.” You don’t think it can properly be called that because it’s not as if he likes you, right? He’s just being nice to his peer’s little sister who never gets out.

Either way, you’re super excited. You spend entirely too much time picking an outfit, lamenting your lack of girlfriends to ask for advice. Last time he saw you, you looked like a kid. You were in your school uniform. This time, you want him to see you looking more adult.

Eventually you settle on a black t-shirt and jeans, both of which hug you flatteringly. You wear black shoes good for walking just in case, and even put on what you consider an artful application of makeup. You think you look much more mature like this, though the butterflies in your stomach belie your cool facade.

Soon enough, you trek to the cafe where you agreed to meet. Dabi is already sitting back in one of the outdoor seats. He nods in acknowledgement and his eyes flick over you; you flush at his clear appraisal, and wish you could figure out what he’s thinking.

“C’mon,” he says, rising to throw an arm around your shoulders.

He’s so warm and the scents of smoke and tobacco waft from him, as well as something that else that reminds you of fiery nights, but you can’t quite pick out why. It doesn’t matter; the smell isn’t necessarily bad.

“Where are we going?”

He steers you toward an alley and a writhing mass of darkness appears. “This is a friend’s quirk. It’s safe,” he assures you as you step through. You cling to him through the darkness and he squeezes you close.

When you come out the other side, you’re in a small apartment. It must be his place. There’s a futon, a mini fridge, a sink, what you guess is the lavatory, but the focus is a decent sized flat screen hooked up to a few different consoles. A cardboard box is filled with folded clothes, but that’s the extent of the furniture. It’s like he just moved in.

“I figured we should hang and get to know each other,” Dabi says by way of explanation. He sprawls on the futon and gestures for you to join him, turns on the television, and begins scrolling through apps via one of the consoles. “Do you game?”

You shift from foot to foot before finally taking a seat on the edge of the futon. “A little.” Most of the games in the apartment were chosen by Keigo and you’re not big on those.

He nods. “What d’ya like to watch? I’ll put something on.”

“I don’t know, I watch pretty much anything.”

His head rolls toward you and he deadpans, “I’ll put on some porn.” Your expression must be comical because he bursts out laughing. “Relax, I’m not trying to break you.” He settles on Netflix and sticks on some Korean show about zombies. “This one’s pretty good.”

You nod, actually familiar with the show. “Oh yeah, I like this show. It gets pretty dark though.”

You watch and slowly become more comfortable, leaning back on a pillow propped against the wall. You’ve almost forgotten to be awkward by the time you see fumbling out of the corner of your eye and you glance toward its source.

Dabi has taken down his mark and sports a cigarette between his lips. The bottom one is charred, scarred all the way down into his t-shirt. He lifts a brow at you, then flicks up a finger. A blue flame dances atop it. He uses that to light the cigarette. “Penny for your thoughts?”

“You have a fire quirk?” It’s about the dumbest thing you can say, but he nods.

“Yep. And you can thank that for all these fuckin’ scars. Pretty, huh?”

The thing is, if it weren’t for the scars, you’d think Dabi is pretty. Even with them, he has a rough, edgy look to him that probably pulls women anyway.

You shrug. “I like all your piercings.”

“Yeah?” He tugs your ear lobe with the hand not holding the cigarette and you giggle. “You should get some yourself. I bet you’d look pretty hot.”

“Keigo would flip.” The words are out before you can think twice. Your hand slaps over your mouth, eyes wide.

Dabi watches you keenly with those sharp blue eyes of his. “Keigo, huh? Don’t worry, Dove, I won’t tell his secret identity.”

“Thanks.”

“As far as what he likes… well, I bet he wouldn’t like me flirting with his little sister either, but here we are.”

You fall still, unsure you heard him correctly. “You’re flirting with me?”

Dabi laughs again. “Sure am. You’re too damn cute. Why, did you think I asked you to hang just to be nice?”

“I don’t know.” Your voice is hardly above a whisper, suddenly shy under his gaze.

Dabi’s tongue skirts his lips and he leans in close. You can smell the cigarette on his breath, but it doesn’t both you. “Sweetheart, you have been running through my mind like a goddamn train since the second I saw you.” He pulls you against him and kisses the top of your head. “You okay with that?”

You smile and speak through the fluttering pulse in your throat. “Yeah.”

“Good.”

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I'm working on a sequel to Cat's Cradle that will cover what happens between Kuroka, Koneko, and Kyoya later...

Cat's Cradle

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Sinners and Saints

TW: blood

GN reader×Yandere Alastor

Alastor had no way of knowing the precious commodity he would find when he stepped out that day. It was Hell, after all, full of sinners of all scores. There were lechers and gamblers, adulterers, murderers, cannibals… The usual scattering masses followed his wake, screams, hushed tones, and all. He was a frightening creature in Hell. Even other Overlords stepped carefully around him; after all, he was known to trap prey larger than most his size could swallow.

Thus, when he heard the shrieks, the cries coming from a secluded little lakeside region, he was hardly surprised. They were lovely and full of abject terror with an edge of pain. Whoever it was sounded something like his victims, until he heard the begging break through.

“Why are you doing this to me? Please, please—”

The pleading, the questioning, those things happened, but were of a different flavor. There was rarely a “why me” since sinners all knew: the weak survived at the whim of the strong. “Why me?” Why not.

So the demon detoured to see who was making such a ruckus.

There was a large, rather dumb-looking demon of the sort he usually dismissed and they were leering over the smaller frame of someone shrinking in on themself.

This being had no hint of what had caused their demise, a rarity in Hell. They retained purely human, normal features. There was nary a hint of sin about them, their scent in the air a sharp contrast to the putrid fumes of the netherworld. Instead, there was something light, fresh, lovely about them despite the sharp tinge of terror. And rather than a certain tightness around the eyes, a darkness of character, they were almost… luminescent.

In the split second Alastor happened upon the lesser demon and his prey, he realized this was a soul that did not belong in Hell.

The lovely little morsel cowering on the ground screamed as claws rent through their clothes and into their flesh. The iron tang of blood cloyed the air. Alastor’s nose twitched. His fingers flexed. What he was about to do was quite uncharacteristic of him.

“What have we here?”

The other demon froze, undoubtedly familiar with that crackling voice. He glanced back, eyes wide in the shadow of his horns. “I, uh, I…”

Alastor stepped forward and extended a hand toward the huddled little saint. “This is no mere sinner to torment. Go.” He didn’t even have to look at the other demon; it fled without thought. “You poor soul. Where have you been hiding?”

You looked up with the most pathetically grateful eyes, tears still spilling over. “I don’t know where we are.”

“No?” Alastor lifted a brow, but was unsurprised. “How did you come here?”

‘I just woke up and…” you gestured around vaguely. “I don’t know what’s going on. That thing just– just attacked me and–” You broke off with a choked sob. You didn’t understand. You’d gone to bed last night in your room as usual and when you came to, you were in this nightmare that was far too real.

“My dear.” He paused and stared down at your baleful expression as though he could bore through to your soul. “You’re in Hell.”

You blinked, frowned. “What?”

“This is Hell and that monstrous beast was a demon bent on eating your soul.” He gave a gallic shrug. “One such as you, who must be an innocent mistakenly sent down for some small slight against Heaven, has no hope of surviving, I’m afraid.”

You sat up straighter, clasping your hands to beg. “But you saved me from him. What can I do–”

“You can do nothing.” He rolled his microphone staff in his fingers. “You are weak, I can sense it. You have no weapons at your disposal.” You sank back into yourself. “However, I might be persuaded to act as a protector.”

A shrewd twinkle appeared in your eyes and he found himself baring teeth in a smile. So you weren’t stupid, that much was clear. “Why?”

“Because you’re interesting.” He tipped his head and watched you consider.

“Are you a demon, too?” Oh, you were delightful.

His teeth glinted in the twilight. “My dear, we’re all demons here.”

“You’re not supposed to make deals with devils,” you insisted.

“Do you see another option?” He could go back and forth all day, but in the end he would get what he wanted.

You tapped your fingers against your leg. “Are you going to devour my soul or something?”

“The terms will be quite simple: you obey me and I protect you from any who might harm you.” He twirled his microphone again, nonchalant as could be.

“I won’t kill anyone or anything like that,” you insisted.

His smile widened. “I will ask nothing of you that is not in line with what you did while living.” And, oh, would he scour the book of your sins to find your absolute worst.

You thought about it for a moment, then nodded.

“Do we have a deal?” Alstor held out one gloved hand.

You swallowed through your fluttering heartbeat. “I’m probably going to regret this.” You extended your palm to his.

Thunder clapped and lightening crackled the air as your fate was sealed.

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Yandere Alastor is a whole mood and I have iDeAs for how I would right him. This is a scrumptious bit and beautifully done

Eight Deadly Mistakes [Yandere Alastor x Reader]

Title: Eight Deadly Mistakes [Yandere Alastor x Reader]

Synopsis: You've made a lot of mistakes in Hell, but this one has to be the worst.

Birthday fic for @absolute-flaming-trash who is absolutely awesome!

word count: 1899ish

notes: yandere, abuse, obsessive behavior, humiliation, I'm joining the 'alastor yanks reader by a chain' club

Hell was full of mistakes, and you figured that yours amounted to a sizable chunk--particularly since meeting Alastor. Of the countless mistakes within that particular bucket, there were at least seven distinct mistakes that led you to this very moment.

One. It was a mistake to thank Alastor for holding the door open for you, the day you entered some run-down market in search of a book. Your voice had been surprised and sweet and ever-so-thankful.

Two. It was a mistake to let him strike up a conversation with you a few minutes later, and not pay attention to the horrified looks that even the most hardened patrons in the shop gave you.

Three. It was a mistake, later on, to think he was your friend; to believe that the shared meals, the late night discussions about music and books and little topics you’d forgotten you enjoyed, were a sign of pleasant companionship.

Four. It was a mistake to sell your soul to Alastor, after his honeyed offers of protection from the seedier elements of Hell, his casual assurance that your friendship would go unaltered.

Five. It was a mistake to move into the Hotel when Alastor asked, and not think there was some ulterior motive behind it all.

Six. It was a mistake to think Alastor was actually kind, just because he was helping Charlie with her hotel, and seemingly protected those within it.

Seven. It was a mistake to, on this day, ask Alastor if he would give your soul back, now that you’d decided to aim for heaven. Because you were friends, and he cared about you, and therefore, he should want what’s best for you--which is to get (you pardon yourself the phrase) the hell out of Hell.

Every one of these seven mistakes--the last, you must admit, being the most significant--led you to here.

To you, trembling on the floor, the tangy copper of blood in your mouth from where your teeth rattled against the end of your tongue when Alastor’s palpable anger made your knees literally buckle.

“I… I don’t understand,” you spit out, voice trembling as much as your body. “I thought--I thought you…” The words don’t need to be spoken for Alastor to know them.

I thought you liked me, I thought you were my friend, I thought you would be happy to do it.

“You thought what, exactly, my dear?”

A low electric current buzzed in the air, making the lights flicker once, twice, and again before he continued.

“That I would simply let you go?” He laughed, but there was nothing pleasant about the sound. It was full of mockery and something else, something metal and cold.

Your stomach squirmed awfully. It was not a feeling you’d ever experienced around Alastor, despite some other’s trepidation around him. He’d never given you a reason to feel that way.

Until today.

Until you asked Alastor to let your soul go, and the room seemed to fizz with electrical interference that left the lights sparking and

Your eyes went wide. And your brain, stupid thing that it was, pieced things together that you had been all too naively eager to ignore until now.

The stories of Alastor’s past that you’d heard in snatches and dismissed as jealous fantasy, probably all deriving from Vox and his ilk. The way people who knew Alastor from before his sabbatical tended to steer as clear of him as possible.

Or how Alastor always insisted you try the things he liked--clothes he left in your room (even before you told him where you lived, before the Hotel); music he insisted you’d admire more than your current collection of alt-rock CDs; foods that were tastier, he said, than your favorites.

“I didn’t think--” The words stuck to your mouth until you forced them out. “I didn’t think you’d be mad that I wanted to get better, repent and--and get out of here.”

Alastor, despite his smile, did not look impressed.

You didn’t have time to flinch as he swung his microphone down and out, pressing it against your throat.

“Don’t act surprised now. After all,” The microphone dug into the flesh of your neck, lifting your chin until you were looking at him through blurs of oncoming tears. He continued, voice softer, missing most of its usual radio sound. “You made me like this.”

You wanted to shake your head, but the microphone kept you only capable of looking up and straight at him. His smile made you sick.

“I didn’t do anything,” you said, voice light, but not quite naive anymore; you didn’t fully believe the words now, and your voice wavered.

Even if you didn’t mean to do anything to draw the attention of the radio demon, that didn’t mean Alastor wasn’t clearly--wasn’t clearly… affected by you. In some way that you didn’t understand; moreover, you didn’t want to understand it.

What you thought had been a surprising friendship made in the bowels of hell was something else entirely, and you hated the newfound knowledge.

Whatever it was that Alastor actually felt for you, it was dark and awful, like sprinkles of mold you find underneath the bathroom sink. Damp and rotting and unwanted.

“You,” he said, pressing the microphone harder into your throat for emphasis, “have been quite the busy bee when it comes to me, my dear.” He sighed in a way you’d heard him do a hundred times before. But now it feels wrong; sticky, oozing. “I’d never given much thought to… certain endeavors before you. And now I find myself distracted.”

His neck turned again, cracking, and a song began to play from somewhere.

“Distracted?” You asked, feeling sicker and sicker.

“Oh, yes,” he answered, dragging out the word. “Quite unlike me, if I must admit it. And yet there’s something about you that’s been making me…”

He didn’t finish. The song got louder, mingling in with the ambience of the room. It was almost soft and wistful, except for the lyrics that made your skin feel cold, repeating on a loop.

And you’re mine… mine… mine…

“And you thought…” His voice continued, each word punctuated by an awful radio crackle that made goosebumps blossom up your arms. “That you would get to simply leave me after all I’ve put into you?”

All he’s put into you.

The dresses, the food, the guidance on what to listen to and how to dance; who to talk to and who to avoid. Advice from a friend, you thought. Advice from someone stronger and maybe smarter.

“Well,” he said, almost cheery now, pulling the microphone away from your sore and probably bruising throat. “I trust you’ve learned your lesson and we can avoid this…” A crackle, short and low. “Unpleasantness in the future.”

You should have said that yes, you learned your lesson; yes, you won’t ask again. But you didn’t. Instead you swallowed hard, feeling the ache from where his microphone pressed in, and added an eighth mistake to your list.

“We can avoid it if you release me from my contract--if you give me back my soul.”

“Well,” he repeated. And this time, his voice was muffled by a brief, shrieking radio frequency. “Perhaps a reminder is in order.”

The reminder came with cold metal choking your throat; a vivid green chain led straight from your imprisoned neck to Alastor’s hand.

One trembling hand came up to feel the collar. It was real. It was there. And the chain, too, was solid and unbreakable.

It was a shocking sight.

You’d seen the chains of other owned souls before. Angel’s, in particular, when you’d accidentally witnessed an argument between him and Valentino. But there had never been a singular thought given to the fact that you, too, must have had chains. Alastor never showed them to you and until now, had never seen fit to remind you about your lack of freedom.

Until today.

Your surprise and fear made you stupid, and you tried to yank yourself away from him; he held fast to the chain and began to wind it around his hand, forcing you to look upwards, speaking all the while.

“You are never to ask me to release your contract again. And you are certainly never to even entertain the silly notion of leaving me, now or in the future. Do you understand?”

An awful, slimy feeling overtook your gut. He owned you, and he had owned you for some time. You just had been closing your eyes to that reality.

A reality that was now choking you.

“Well?”

You nodded. You didn’t think you could speak, not now. Not to him.

But it wasn’t good enough. He yanked on the chain, choking you.

“I don’t believe I heard you, dear.”

“Yes.” The word was spoken through gritted teeth. It tasted like tears.

“Yes what?” The grin on his smile widened deceptively as he yanked against the chain, jerking your head upward. It hurt inside and out.

It was so unfair, that your heart could hurt like this, even after you were dead.

“Yes, sir.”

That should have been the end of it. He should have let go of the chain and let you slink off in fear and shame, off to sob in your bedroom over the sudden turn of events.

Instead, he leaned down, and for a moment, his eyes glowed in a painful flash.

“You can do better than that, my dear, can’t you, to the person that owns your very soul?”

His hand wrapped around the chain, shortening it even further as he leaned in so close you could smell the rot around him. But it didn’t matter that you wanted to pull away from it, because he held you--literally, held the chains that kept you bound to him. Forever.

Yes, he owned your soul. He owned you.

“Yes, boss?” you murmured, copying what Husker sometimes said; you were unable to look at him anymore as humiliated, hot tears spilled down your cheeks.

In an instant, the chain was gone, and you fell to the ground with a clumsy thud. Your chin hit the hard floor before you could brace yourself with your hands.

“Wonderful,” he said, praising, almost cooing. His neck cracked to the side and you imagined his bones shifting in impossible ways to achieve it. “I suppose I should remind you who you belong to when you get out of sorts like this, my dear.” His smile widened. “A healthy reminder now and then is good for the soul!”

He laughed. Whether he thought it was a joke or not was unclear.

“Although, I hope I won’t have to remind you too soon. I do so enjoy your company more when you’re not being…” He waved his hand in the air, glancing up at the ceiling for effect. “Stubborn.” His eyes darted to you, accompanied by the faint sound of a radio hum. “Don’t you agree?”

“Yes,” you breathed out without hesitation, unable to stop shaking from your position on the floor.

“Good girl,” he said, patting the air above your head. You watched his footsteps until he paused at the threshold of the door. You heard his neck snap as he turned it back around--you didn’t dare look up to see.

“Don’t forget to tidy up before dinner. I’ve left a dress in your bedroom that I’m sure will look lovely on you.”

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Little Dove 2/?

Check part 1 for story triggers, though none really apply here.

Part 3

You frown at the text. It’s from your bother’s number, but it’s clearly not him. You don’t know if you should respond or wait to talk to Keigo about it. But who knows when that will be.

>Where should I drop this phone off?

>Your the only contact outside the HPSC

>hello?

You didn’t realize that. Surely, Keigo had other people— sidekicks or… then again, he had multiple phones. He said it was easier that way; he could ignore calls from one phone, but keep the other on in case of emergencies.

You should probably respond, right?

>I asked you first

You scowl. This is getting you nowhere. There must be some question you can ask that this person will answer.

>I’m not with an agency. I’m more underground

Whoever this is must be a contact. Keigo does all kinds of work for the commission, to include intel gathering.

>You bird brain’s gf?

It’s such an automatic response that you type it out before you can help yourself.

>You gotta be a little sister then

“Shit.” No one outside the HPSC is supposed to know about you. You stare down at the screen in your hands, your heart pounding as your mind rushes to find an excuse.

>Don’t worry I won’t tell

>I understand completely

>I still gotta know where to drop off this phone tho

You’re not dumb enough to invite this stranger to your home, not that they’d get through the door without being vetted.

That begs the question of what you can do. You can meet them somewhere, maybe at a cafe or something, a public place. You roll your lip between your teeth as you consider. That might be the best option.

A minute passes. You approach the black car awaiting you outside the school and hesitate to open the door.

>sure

You release the breath you weren’t aware you were holding and open the door, climbing inside.

>you got it dove

“We need to make a stop before home,” you tell the driver. “It’s not too far, so I can probably walk from there.”

XYZ is a small cafe only three blocks from home. You’ve been allowed to walk there on your own a few times, usually on weekends where you decide you want a sweet pastry. The driver sets up and you pull outside the cafe only a few minutes later. Nervous hands waffle your phone as you find a seat and cross your legs under the table. You’ve never met another hero, let alone one who works with your brother. Something tells you itt’s a guy and you wonder what he’ll be like, if he’ll judge you for being a highschool girl, or for having such a weak quirk compared to your brother.

“You like coffee, little dove?” You didn’t even notice the person approach. His smoky voice makes you jump and you blink up at him with wide eyes.

He’s a little taller than Keigo, with black hair and the brightest blue eyes you’ve ever seen. They’re familiar, but strange above the black mask that covers the bottom of his face. Maybe if you could see his whole face you could put a name to him, but you’re lost at the moment.

“I’m not allowed to have coffee,” you admit awkwardly.

His eyes crinkle at the corners in a hint of a smile. “I won’t tell if you won’t. C’mon, it’s a caramel latte.” He sets the steaming cup in front of you and slips into the other seat at the tiny round table.

You can’t see all of his hands from beneath the cuff of his jacket, which is buttoned up all the way to tickle at the bottom of the mask. His fingers are long and pale. There are half-moon scars beneath his eyes, though the mask covers a bit of that, too. And his ears are similarly trextured and lined with silver piercings.

“Thank you.” You wrap your hands around the mug and bring the steaming cup to your lips. It’s sweet with just a hint of coffee bitterness beneath. You like it. It must show on your face, because the stranger chuckles.

He leans against one fist. “I don’t know what I expected, but not anyone as cute as you.”

One of your wings flutters at the compliment and your cheeks burn. You hope he didn’t notice, but something tells you he sees everything. “You have Kei— Hawks’ phone?”

He pulls out the red-cased cell and taps it gentle on the table. “I could just leave it as his agency or something, but when I saw your contact, I was intrigued. Seriously, why isn’t he sharing you with the world? He should be taking you to galas and shit.”

“He’s more concerned with my safety.” Your face is so hot you’re sure he can feel it from across the table. No one talks to you like this. At school, you’re so shy that no boy has ever confessed to you. The adults in your life are typically all business. Keigo calls you pretty and says you’re perfect, but he’s family.

He nods. “Your boyfriend probably shows you off though, right?”

“I don’t have a boyfriend.” You almost choke on the words. Keigo has told you it isn’t safe to date either, not until you’re a little older. Once you have your own place, it’ll be different.

“No way. A cutie like you? Have you ever been on a date?” You shake your head. “So you don’t have a boyfriend and Hawks never takes you out.” He sighs and his eyes bore into you as he seems to consider something. “How about I take you out some time?”

“What? You? Really?” You’re lost for words.

“Sure. Why not?”

You gape at him. “But you’re a hero. And I—I’m…”

One of his hands crosses the table to lay over yours. You’d expect it to be cold given how pale he is, but it’s warm, almost hot. “It’s not like I’m famous. Your brother and I mostly just pass intel.”

“I’m not really allowed…” You shrug. The weight of his hand is nice on yours and he gives it a little squeeze.

“So don’t tell. It’ll be our little secret, like the coffee.”

You smile brightly. “Okay.”

“I’ll text you, pretty bird. Enjoy your coffee.” He stands and you suddenly realize something.

“Wait! What’s your name?”

He glances back at you and says, “Call me Dabi.”

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I just wanted to let you know that this post here gives me so much life. This man drives me insane but in the hottest way. He's so sweet and for what.

Thank you! I honestly want to give him a story someday, something more than 5k words long and up to full length. He deserves it

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Little Dove 1/?

You're Pro Hero Hawks' little sister. Dabi finds out and everything devolves from there.

Part 2

You have wings, too, though they’re nothing like his. Where his are scarlet as fresh-spilt blood, yours are the soft white of a swan’s feathers. He says they’re beautiful and perfect, just like you, but you’re so much weaker than he is. Your feathers can’t be controlled by your mind; when they come off, they flutter to the ground and remain there, lifeless. You think that’s why you can’t really fly. Keigo’s feathers have a telekinetic aspect to them and they’re so strong, able to lift things far larger than they should. You wish yours were more like his.

“Don’t say that, dove.”

You hum as he preens your wings for you. It’s something you’ve done together for one another since you were small. Neither of your parents had wings; your dad had feathers and your mom has those floating eyes, but only you and Keigo share the extra appendages. It’s nice to have that in common, because you feel you look more like your mother otherwise.

One warm hand smooths over the curve of your wing. It feels so nice. You tighten your arms around your knees and savor the sensation. “If my feathers were more like yours, I could be your sidekick.”

“I’d rather you weren’t.” His tone is gently chiding. “You’re too precious to me.” His goatee tickles your shoulder as he lays his chin on it.

You giggle. “If I were stronger, the villains would fear me.”

“My fearsome little sister.” His hands wiggle at your sides and you explode into a fit of laughter. “Villains beware! The Chuckling Chicken will get you!”

You kick and squirm beneath his hands. “Keigoooooo. Not a chicken!” You want to be indignant, but he’s so tickling you too well for you to feel anything but the excitement.”

“Yes, a chicken,” he insists. “A clucking little hen gonna peck their eyes out.”

“Noooo.” You bat ineffectually at his chest.

Before you can get too tired, Keigo stops. He leans over you, so soft in his own home, so unlike the cocky show he puts on for the public. “You know I would worry too much about you if you were a hero.”

“Yeah.” You wrap your arms around him in an embrace. Keigo knows the risks better than you do; he goes out and fights every day. Sometimes he doesn’t even come home, he’s too busy keeping the city safe. “I worry about you, you know.”

“I know.” He rolls over to lie beside you on the bed.

Moments like these, you can forget that you’re brother is one of the most popular, powerful heroes in Japan. He’s right under the hero who saved you as children, Endeavor.

You twine your fingers with Keigo’s as you stare up at the ceiling. Your wings are spread just enough to be comfortable beneath you and he mirrors you. “Half the girls at my school have a crush on you.”

“Oh, really?”

“Uh-huh. They think you’re so cool and handsome. I wonder what they’d think if they knew you’re such a dork.”

“Tch.” He rises to his side, leaning on an elbow. “I’m not a dork. That would be you.”

You roll your eyes. “Do you have any idea how weird it is to hear girls gossiping about your brother? And not even be able to say anything?”

“I know, dove. But it’s safer this way.” He squeezes your hand and sits up just in time for his phone to go off. He raises it and sighs. “Well, back to the grind I go.” He kisses your forehead and grabs his jacket from where it sits on the nightstand, then he’s out the door.

You lie there for a moment then your alarm goes off and it’s time to get ready for school. At least you got to spend time with Keigo; those moments are so fleeting, so precious, and you appreciate each and every one of them.

You change out of night clothes and into your uniform, carefully slipping each wing through it’s back hole. The snowy white of your feathers contrasts the starched so-close-to-perfectly-white fabric of your blouse. You’re glad it’s summer so you don’t have to put the blazer over your shoulders too. Honestly, putting on shirts is your least favorite part of getting dressed.

There’s a springy pop and you realize Keigo must have put your morning toast in the toaster. He’s so thoughtful. You smile to yourself as you butter the bread and pour the juice he insists you drink; you’d like coffee, but he refuses to have it or a coffee maker delivered to the loft. He says it’s bad for you. “You’re a growing girl.” Nevermind that you’re an adult in your last year of highschool.

There’s a nondescript black car waiting outside, just as on every schoolday. Being Hawks’ sister means you live in a nice flat with high security, there are people who ensure you have all your needs met, and you get a ride anywhere you need to go.

It also means you have no close friends who can come over. You rarely get invited out since you can’t tell anyone about your family situation, so it’s usually straight home.

Your care is part of Keigo’s agreement with the commission; you’ll be provided for as long as he works for them or (in case of the worst) if he dies in the line of duty.

There a bunch of benefits and all, too, but you leave the details to him. The most important part is that you and he have your own nest at the top of a building owned by the commission, a penthouse apartment that’s nicely outfitted for the pair of you. Not that Keigo gets to come home very often; you’re fairly sure he sleeps at his agency as often as not.

It beats living with your mother.

Keigo made arrangements for her as well, but neither of you has contact with her.

School is mostly boring. You do well; you have little else to do with your time, so your studies are a major focus. You’re thinking of going into hero agency business or support, that way you can work for the Hawks Agency and spend more time with Keigo. You’d also get to see what he does, what his work space is like. However, as the best of the best, your brother’s agency is picky in who it hires. Since your existence is hidden from the world, you have to look the part. Your school is posh; it’s no UA, but well known enough and respected for those who aren’t trying to enter a hero course.

Classes pass by with nothing more interesting than a little gossip about who’s dating whom or who will go to a certain place later, at least until lunch.

A television streams news in the corner. Usually you don’t pay attention to it, but a flash of crimson crosses the screen and you turn toward it so fast you almost get whiplash.

There’s Keigo on the screen. He and Endeavor are fighting a villain together. You gasp as your brother takes a hit. Tears flood your eyes, but you can’t look away. He grits his teeth in a facsimile of a grin. The camera zooms in as his lips move, but his words are unheard. No doubt it’s some quip he’s airing to dismiss any concern over his well-being.

“Oh my god! I hope Hawks is okay!” All around you, other students are watching the fight unfold.

They’re gathering quite the crowd in person, too. You count out news casters, camera people, everyday folks with their cell phones out… One guy sweeps up a phone from the ground; he must’ve dropped it. It’s red case catches the light, then you’re distracted by Endeavor sending out a wave of fire.

You can’t imagine the amount of collateral damage this fight will produce. The villain is likee noone you’ve ever seen. His skin blends into the shadows, his eyes glow yellow, and he’s enormous. Keigo, average height and lightly built beneath his baggy clothes, looks so small as he fights against the man, and beside the enormous beacon of strength that is Endeavor.

You send up a prayer that the flame hero keeps your brother safe. Other than Keigo, he’s your favorite hero. You have no idea if he remembers the two winged children he rescued many years ago, but you remember him.

Your anxiety climbs until a new hero joins the fray. It’s Miruko, the rabbit hero, and she comes in with a mighty bunny kick that send the villain reeling.

The three top pros turn the tide and relief spills through your chest as emergency responders come in to clean after the heroes are done.

You unclench your hands where they were balled hard enough the skin in your palms shows red half moons.

It’s okay now. Keigo is okay.

In your school bag, your phone buzzes. You won’t see the text for hours.

>Who would hawks have saved as my little dove in his contacts?

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