#hawks x reader x dabi

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Codename: ROOK

Ch. 1 - Outside Contractual Obligations [AO3 Portal]

— PAIRING : Dabi/Touya Todoroki x F!Reader x Hawks/Keigo Takami

— WARNINGS : NSFW (Not in this chapter), Noir AU, No Quirk AU, Porn With Plot, Sexual Tension, Threesome - F/M/M, Drugs Blood and Violence, Crime Scenes, Organized Crime, Murder, Eventual Smut, Cunnilingus, Double Penetration, Masturbation, Analingus, Mildly Dub-Con, Not Canon Compliant, AFAB reader, She/her pronouns for reader

— SUMMARY : Being a police officer in a city where crime runs high and respect is non existent has got to be one of the shittiest jobs you've ever had. But it pays the bills. However, once you and detective Keigo Takami are assigned a case that deals with the murder of a prolific law enforcer and the subsequent chain of disappearances happening all over Musutafu, you realise that having your bills up to date is most definitely not worth all the danger you're up against. Especially when that danger is named Dabi, one of the most sought after criminals that you've been trying to catch red handed for years. Nonetheless, this is your only opportunity to make your job finally mean something, so you and Keigo decide to go undercover right in the jaws of peril, its razor sharp teeth waiting to bite into your neck like a guillotine. But you won't back out now, will you, officer? Good luck on the job, codename Rook.

— NOTES : This was supposed to be a smutty one shot I have no idea what the fuck happened. It's been gathering dust in my Docs for over a year and yet this is the only chapter I have 💀 I left notes for myself saying "don't go overboard with the plot because the point is for them to FUCK" and now here we are. It definitely worked. For sure... Still hope you enjoy!

“A big-name agent of ours went missing a few months ago. No trace of his whereabouts until a couple weeks ago, when his body was found in the dumpster behind a hole-in-the-wall restaurant. Well, parts of it anyway.”

The man in front of you took a final puff from his dying cigarette and promptly extinguished it in the ashtray in front of him, right next to a bowl of sweets with generic labels. He exhaled the smoke in billows and it vanished in the air, lingering with a pungent smell of tobacco and an awful chocolate flavouring. Your nose scrunched up slightly and you resisted the urge to cough.

“We have no evidence left at the crime scene and the body being chopped up makes it near impossible to determine the murder weapon,” he continued. “We have some of our best agents dealing with the autopsy and the case as a whole, but no clear suspects so far.”

“This seems like highly classified information. So why are you telling me this?”

You closed the file you were handed and placed it back on the desk, eyes shifting to detective Enji Todoroki sitting across from you, watching the way his eyebrows dropped down just a little in an expression that seemed to almost be judging your intelligence.

Really, you felt like you should be the one judging here.

To say you were confused would be an understatement. When you were called into Enji's office, you had assumed you did something wrong on the job, since most people in your workplace seemed to overlook you even when it came to small tasks. Sometimes you felt that if you wouldn't turn up to work one day, no one would notice. Usually, you didn't mind — being invisible meant you could do your work in peace without being bothered by unnecessary small talk or the occasional office drama that you sometimes overheard in the break room. You were just an officer, one of the lowest ranks in the force, so the only time you expected any attention was when something went wrong.

When Enji personally came to look for you before you went on patrol for your shift you felt your stomach drop. Yes, the job sucked a good majority of the time, since you noticed you were often not taken seriously by your colleagues, sometimes probably even considered a liability when dealing with more violent cases. But like any other person roaming the earth, you still had rent to pay and food to buy if you wanted to continue existing, and working for the Public Safety Commission ensured you did just that and still had some money left for your more frivolous wants. Straightening your back, you followed Enji to his office, every bad scenario playing in your mind only getting worse when, as soon as you sat down, he dropped a file containing the case details on the desk in front of you, pushing it forward in a silent prompt for you to read it.

And now here you were, bombarded with information about a murder you were pretty sure you were not qualified to deal with, at least judging by your contractual obligations. You had half a mind to ask if you'd be getting paid more if you worked on the case, but you bit your tongue from the overwhelming feeling of uneasiness creeping up your spine.

“Of course, I don't expect you to understand things so quickly.” You resisted the urge to roll your eyes at his comment. “But surely you've gathered by now that you have been assigned as an assistant to this case.”

“That much is obvious,” you couldn't help but retort. “The question is still why?”

“I was meant to be assigned to this case, but the crime rate has spiked in recent months. I have bigger issues to deal with, so the Commission decided that we need someone that can slip under the radar.”

Ah, so they just needed some cannon fodder. Part of you thought you should've expected as much from the Commission.

“I still think I'm terribly underqualified to be working on this case.”

Enji leaned back into his chair, tapping one of his armrests with his index finger. “So do I, but you'll be working under detective Takami.” He heaved a sigh and allowed a sarcastic undertone to lace his voice, “Who should've been here to give you a quick overview of the case progression so far, but who are we to count on his punctuality?”

Wait a second, working under who?

You blinked and did a double take at him, replaying his words in your mind as if trying to dissect their meaning. This was fantastic in the worst possible way. Not only did you practically have a murder case of a prominent agent dropped into your inexperienced and unsuspecting arms, you were now the right hand of the second best detective of the Commission, Keigo Takami.

If only you had these kinds of odds bestowed upon you if you played the lottery, surely you'd have won enough to ditch this job.

You thought back to what Enji had just revealed to you and couldn't shake the feeling that there was a different reason why they would ask an officer to help with this case, other than just “slipping under the radar”. With one of the best detectives taking over, you figured the Commission wouldn't be stupid enough to allow someone like you to get in the way of the investigation.

As the questions multiplied in your mind, your tongue was tied, unable to figure out a way to put your doubts into words, especially since you knew Enji would do nothing to soothe them.

There was a knock on the door breaking your train of thought, before it opened to reveal detective Takami, an easygoing smile etched on his lips, his gloved hands buried inside the pockets of his shearling jacket, with only one coming up to push his aviator sunglasses that were resting on the bridge of his nose to the top of his head.

“Sorry I missed the introductions,” he said, “but I'm sure we weren't called here just to chat.”

“At last you grace us with your presence, detective. A little while longer and our officer here would've taken over the case in your stead.”

You whipped your head towards Enji, almost ready to ask him if he was serious, before you looked back at Keigo to see him meet your gaze.

“I'm Keigo Takami, it's a pleasure to meet you.” He gave you a charming smile and extended his hand for you to shake. You grasped it firmly and introduced yourself. “So, were you one of the first responders at the scene?”

“Actually,” Enji interjected, “the officer is unfamiliar with the case at the moment, save for the basic details.”

“Oh?” Keigo frowned in confusion.

“As of today, this is your new assistant in this case.”

Keigo blinked a few times, then shook his head and huffed a laugh. “I'm sorry. What? An officer? Not that I mean to doubt your judgement or anything, but isn't this case a little too sensitive for an officer to deal with?” He turned towards you. “No offence.”

“None taken, I'm a little confused myself.”

Enji sighed and massaged his temple with one hand before he leaned forward. “You see, your role in this case will be a little more... 'hands-on' than usual. I mentioned we don't have any concrete suspects, but we do have an idea of the organisation that might be responsible for the murder, which is why we need to employ your help for the investigation.”

“I don't see how this is anything new,” Keigo said. “We've been investigating the League for a while, they operate in this area. Tying them to this murder would be the most obvious first step.”

“The League?” you interfered.

Enji raised an eyebrow at you. “Are you familiar with them?”

“Uh, yeah.” Your eyes shifted between the two men watching you. “They've made a name for themselves amongst the police officers. We've been trying to catch a few of them in the act but they always slip away.”

“Unsurprising for the police force,“ Enji scoffed and you frowned. “Let's hope we won't have the same disappointing results in this case. We have no time to waste on pathetic failures.”

Keigo looked at you from the corner of his eye and noticed the way your shoulders tensed up. He leaned over and dug his hand into the bowl of sweets on the desk, effectively catching both of your attentions. With a fistful of candy, he resumed his questions for Enji who was dishing out your responsibilities.

“So is this about the NOMU Program?”

Enji's eyes narrowed. “How do you know about that program? It's classified information, even for you.”

Keigo shrugged and shoved some more candy into his mouth. “If it is about that, I'd argue that's even more reason why we shouldn't drag an officer into this.”

“Sorry,” you interjected. “What is the NOMU Program?”

“Don't concern yourself with things outside of your duties,” Enji snapped.

“Come now, let's be courteous with our colleague,” Keigo said with a light-hearted tone before turning to you. “It's a codename used by the League. We figured it stands for Network of Metahumanoid Units. A fancy name that's probably got to do with their attempts at reanimating corpses.”

Fuck, so now you were dealing with zombies? Sure, technology as a whole was impressive, but it was nowhere near sophisticated enough to bring someone back from the dead. As far as you knew, every attempt to reverse death was futile. So then why would someone bother?

Enji noticed the confusion in your eyes and spoke before you could ask any questions. "They're planning to use them as weapons. Keigo called them corpses because essentially that's what they are: on the brink of brain death.”

“The only reason why they don't collapse is because the League is pumping them full of a drug called Trigger that boosts their baser powers,” Keigo continued, earning an annoyed glare from Enji at how readily he presented the classified information to you. “We've only had a few attacks reported so far, and we weren't sure what exactly we were dealing with, so we had our top agents deployed to deal with them. Which is why the police weren't mobilised.”

“Sounds like a pretty important omission to me,” you countered with a frown. “So is this what we're dealing with here? Drugged up zombies?”

“We're still unsure,” Keigo answered. “If this victim was supposed to be part of the NOMU Program, then we wouldn't have a body cut up into pieces on our hands. Maybe they're trying to send a message.”

“That's where you two come in," Enji announced. "This time, you will not be dealing with any forensic analysis, suspect interrogation or evidence collection. Instead, you two will act as our eyes and ears and infiltrate the League.”

An insurmountable amount of pressure crashed over you and clenched your muscles in a vice grip, to the point where you almost felt as if it would crack your bones at any moment. You tried to control your expression in an attempt to stop your shock from washing over your face, but surely the vein that started throbbing painfully in your temple was enough proof.

“Hold on.” You raised your hand again to signal for Enji to slow down. “You mean to tell me you called me here to act as your spy?”

Enji scowled. “I don't like it either. They shouldn't send a rookie in for such a big case. I should've been the lead, but it wasn't my decision to make, so I suggest you suck it up and do your job.”

Your voice was exasperated, “There are so many ways that this could go wrong if you send me out there! I'd just hold detective Takami back!”

“I have to agree,” Keigo said. “It's best if I work on my own as usual.”

“Well you see, Takami, things are not so easy in this line of work,” Enji snarled, then produced two folders from his briefcase and stood up, handing them to you and Keigo. “Commission's orders and instructions. Read them thoroughly. Good luck with the mission detective, officer.”

And with that, he stepped out of the room and you felt as if all oxygen made an exit along with him, your heart pounding in your chest so hard you could almost hear it through the grave silence that fell over the room as you read the instructions:

“Officer,

As of today you will refer to yourself as Rook and to your mission partner as Hawks. Forget your real name. Return your weapons, badge, uniform and any other equipment that may be in your possession at the reception of the PCS HQ.

While infiltrated do not contact anyone outside including family members, friends, acquaintances and other PSC employees except for your partner.

You will not have any accolades attached to your name. Your achievements will not be disclosed by the PSC if you succeed. You will receive no posthumous awards if you die. This is your duty to fight for the people. Failure to comply could result in dismissal, sanctions and/or prosecution.

Destroy this document after reading.”

This job was so not worth it.

You watched the grainy screen of the tube TV perched in a corner of the office intently, listening to the news broadcasted somberly by the anchor along with your colleagues. Keigo was by your side, expertly twirling a pen in his fingers, but his focus was zeroed in on the screen, his nose and mouth buried in the raised collar of his jacket.

After the discovery of the body of the Commission's agent, the disappearances around Musutafu increased by a concerning margin. What was worse was that not all of them were agents, some were simply civilians that seemingly had powerful or useful builts and abilities, like the person whose face was now on the screen, their name, last known location and clothes they were last seen wearing listed underneath the picture.

You crossed your arms over your chest and frowned. If this was what you were dealing with, even with your training and experience you were unsure how you'd survive as a double agent. You had no special skill, no upper-hand tactic and you couldn't rely on Keigo—Hawks—for fear that you'd hold him back and compromise the mission.

With how they had you bring back anything that would suggest you'd ever had any contact with the Commission, it really seemed as if they were trying to erase any trace of your existence. This job was all you had, all you ever worked for since you were just a bright-eyed trainee at the police academy, ready to take on any danger coming your way if it meant you could save someone else from it.

How naïve.

Maybe you should've just given up when you were still a child, still able to choose a path that would fit you and your capabilities more. The society in which you lived was unforgiving to weak people, so you had to adapt. But women were not always respected in the police force, and those who were got there because of their network rather than their own abilities more often than not. Not to mention that a police officer's chances of advancing without having someone behind them were close to none.

In other words, there was no way out for you. But at least you weren't exactly the perfect catch for whatever the League was planning, by the looks of things.

From the fog of your worries, you felt Hawks tap your shoulder to catch your attention. His collar was now pushed down neatly and you could see the serious way in which his lips were pursed. He gestured with his head for you to follow him and you complied with a nod.

You reached his office, after stopping by your desk to collect the last bits and pieces you had left laying around, and sat down in front of his desk, one hand worriedly rubbing your chin as you looked out the window. His eyes never left you as he sat down and leaned back in his chair, the pen he was playing with earlier still in his hands. He watched carefully as your brows turned downward in a frown that casted a shadow of concern over your eyes, before he put the pen down on the desk, the sound making you turn to look at him.

“I know you're worried,” he started, “but I want you to know I won't let anything happen to you.”

You let your hands fall into your lap. “Please, don't worry about me. I don't want to be a drawback in this mission.”

“You won't be,” he said, but noticed you were unconvinced when the corner of your lip lifted in what was supposed to be a polite smile, but didn't quite reach your eyes. “You graduated as the top eighth trainee in the police academy, surpassing like, what, 22 of your classmates? That's pretty impressive.” You stared at him in a mix of confusion and surprise and he shrugged nonchalantly. “I've read your file. You've got a lot of potential, officer.”

You smiled and nodded as thanks. In the past, this kind of compliment would've left you feeling all warm and fuzzy on the inside, feeding into your pride and fuelling your determination to get even better. But now, the comment felt like tossing a coin down an endless pit, nowhere near enough to fill the hollow space in your chest and, despite its value, ultimately useless. When did your outlook on your job get so sour?

Maybe it was when you were put up for disciplinary action after attempting to stop one of your fellow officers from brutalising a murder suspect. Or maybe when you had one case shut down because the culprit was the daughter of an acclaimed attorney that somehow found the perfect team of lawyers to render the evidence null. Or maybe it was simply after you had graduated from the academy and were thrown out into the real world. Any way, perhaps this was the universe's way of making up for all the times it fucked up. By giving you a new opportunity.

You picked up the pen from Hawks's desk and fiddled with it. “Officer, huh? I thought my new name was Rook.”

Hawks chuckled. “They're really terrible at picking codenames, huh? Sounds like we're just two bird enthusiasts with no imagination.”

You chuckled at his comment and after a moment you bent down to rummage through the box in which you had collected your remaining possessions from your desk, pulling out a document. You opened it, quickly finding the file in which you and Hawks took notes about your action plan.

“So,” you started, scrolling through the notes, “you were saying you already have a way to get inside the League?”

Hawks leaned forward on his elbows to get a better look at the notes. “Well, yes and no. Enji didn't tell you this, but remember how I said we've been investigating the League for a while? Well, I've been in contact with one of the members. I managed to get close enough for him to think I'll soon defect and join them.”

“So you've been planning to go undercover for a while now?”

“It's the only way I could squeeze any information out of them. They seem pretty loyal to their cause, so getting one of them to become an informant for the PSC was highly unlikely.”

You nodded in thought. “So who's your contact?”

“A guy named Dabi.”

Your blood ran cold and your eyes shot up to Hawks. You knew that name too well. Not only was he notoriously known among the law enforcement as one of the most dangerous members of the League, but he was the person responsible for numerous counts of arson in your area, courtesy of his pyromaniacal tendencies. You'd been trying to find a way to get closer to catching him for years. Each time, he slipped out of your hands, your attempts always too late or too little.

You knew what Dabi was capable of, and without the comfort of a self defence weapon and protective equipment by your side, you feared you'd be turned to ash before you even tried to get any information out of the League.

You stared through Hawks for a few seconds. His eyes searched your expression as he frowned in confusion at your sudden change. You noticed that and blinked a few times, clearing your throat.

“So this contact is our ticket inside, but how do I get him to trust me? I think I'd be found out before I even get to talk to him.”

“No need to worry, I'll send him your way somehow. You then offer to be their informant. We'll have to act separately to avoid raising suspicion, so if we cross paths, try acting like you don't know me personally.”

You nodded in acknowledgement then remained quiet for a second before frowning in thought.

“I don't understand. If you already have an in, then why would the Commission send me to help?”

Hawks sighed. “You heard what the Commission said, you'll be the bait.” He leaned back in his chair. “The League is reluctant to let me join because I'm a well-known detective. They know who I am and what I do, but they don't know you. If you manage to convince them you're also just a crooked law enforcer, that would be the last step we need to finally get inside.”

“How am I supposed to do that?”

Hawks regarded you thoughtfully, tilting his head and looking you up and down. His scrutinising eyes seemed to glow as the final rays of dusk poured through the blinds of his office window. Before he even spoke, you knew that his idea would not be to your liking.

“Say, how comfortable are you with flirting?”

#dabi x reader #touya todoroki x reader #hawks x reader #keigo takami x reader #smut #x female reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #hawks x reader x dabi

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Just a lil teaser, seeing if it's worth it to type out the full thing <3

Hawks x reader x Dabi ~ smut and angst

"That's an ugly color on you," Hawks kicks your foot to get your attention "isn't it?" He turns to Dabi, who's standing on the other side of you. "Yeah pretty gross" they laugh, you could feel their harsh gaze scanning your outfit and body.

This is getting old you think, at least they could be original and stop reusing insults. They'd be more interesting.

"You should just.. take it off" Dabi pokes at your side before trying to yank your shirt, but Hawks puts his hand to Dabi's chest. "What?" He asks him, making you look up at Hawks who has moved closer to you, just barely touching your shoulder.

His fiery friend gives me a weird look and Hawks hesitates, why would he stop someone else from bothering you? "I-I, um" his eyes find yours, he almost melts when he sees your big eyes staring up at him. "I just don't wanna know what she looks like under there" he jokes and pushes you away from him.

With that, the two leave you standing alone while laughing. Your mind is racing; he was so close, you could feel his heat radiate off of him and his cologne fill your nose. Oh when your eyes met- you almost died. That was until he made a jab at your body, which he's never done. You always thought your figure was nothing to laugh at, let alone be insecure of.

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You were relaxing in your work's lobby while on break when a familiar voice called out to you, "Y/n?" Aizawa says plainly.

"Oh hey Shouta!" Hawks and Dabi see you reply with pure joy with a smile reaching ear to ear.

They both watch as the dark figure sits next to you, almost too close. Dabi looks over and sees his friend staring at you. His feathers were slightly standing up, his eyes widen and wouldn't look away or blink- kind of like if he were you'd disappear.

"Whats your deal?" Dabi asks

"W-what?" He says as he rapidly looks back between him and you.

"You're always talking or looking at her when you're in the same room" he quietly says, then chuckles.

Hawks cheeks turn red and his wings tense, "psh, I'm not obsessed with her or anything" he partially yells, causing it to echo to you and Aizawa. Immediately your attention goes to the loud bird that's literally squawking. "She's hideous and practically useless. I'm just bored, need good entertainment" he shakily pats Dabi on the back, trying to reassure him.

His flustered face turns back to you only to see how your head is hanging low and Aizawa is mumbling something to you. You shake your head and walk away. Hawks doesn't know why but he doesn't wait to ditch Dabi and run past Aizawa, chasing after you.

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You make it to your apartment and as you close the door, a small knock comes from the sliding glass door on your balcony. Fortunately, it's locked so you get to watch Hawks try to yell through the window, weakly trying to pry open the door. You huff and walk to your room.

Then another tap, this time on your bedroom window. You could see his big, red wings flapping behind him as he waves at you. You storm over to him only to crack the window enough for his fingers to slip through.

He takes it as an invite, then you shut the window on his fingers.

"Motherfucker!" You hear him yell on the other side, when you look back he's cradling his hand.

You decide to leave him outside and take your much needed shower. Hawks, being determined as always, pries open the window and plops down on your living room couch, waiting for you to come back.

When you leave the bathroom, you wander around in your towel searching for your hair dryer you left in the living room.

As you make your way out you miss the wings peering over the couch, along with the person attached to them. You notice the dryer on the table and walk over, when you get in eyesight of him his heart does stop. He watches as water drips down your leg and how your towel can't cover your entire ass.

His wings flutter and his body goes tense. One of his wings flinch and quietly hits the couch, though it was loud enough for you to notice. "What the fuck?!" You yell as you run back to the bathroom. It takes a minute for him to come back to earth but when he does, he tries to explain himself.

"Wait, I- let me explain. I'm not some weirdo or anything" he yells trying to figure out which door you ran into. He tries the closet, the bedroom, your office, your plant room, he swears there's more doors than there should be.

"You sure because you definitely broke into my house" you mumble into your hands, this can't be happening.

"I mean, you left the window cracked. I thought it was an invite. Anyways I'm just here to apologize, that's all." He says quietly. He waits a minute before you walk out in a hoodie and sweats, even cute little socks. Your arms are crossed over your chest and you refuse to walk in front of him as you head back to the living room.

"You'll apologize then you'll leave, fucking perv." You spit at him, and his face goes red. He kinda likes this not-so-nice side of you, especially when you give nicknames like that.

"Well, you know earlier when you overheard me and Dabi?" You scoff. "Yeah, um, I'm sorry."

"That's it?"

"I mean yeah."

"Apology not accepted, now get out" you say pushing him towards the front door. "Wait you said I could apologize!"

"You did, and you're not forgiven. Now GET OUT you idiot."

He sighs and leans back, "say that again." You ignore his odd request and keep pushing, then he speaks up again. "Please?"

"Gladly, you're a fuckn idiot." He stops moving and turns around.

"I like that" he says nervously

"Congrats, please get out" you say weakly, his stare never fails to make you feel small.

"But I don't want to"

"Then I'll leave" you spit before walking around him and grabbing your keys and wallet.

"I don't want that either" he reaches for your wrist and pulls, "can you say it again?"

"No, stop being weird."

He smiles as he watches his thumb rub your hand, "it's not weird I like the names"

"Names?" You mumble, then you connect the dots "Oh."

He watches your face contort, "you fucking pervert!! You only came here for that?? Ugh." He stops you from leaving before you could try, pulling you to his chest. His nose almost touches yours and his hand snakes around your waist.

"Maybe I am a perv" he chuckles. You couldn't respond; being this close to him, even though he's trespassing and annoying you, makes you unbelievably nervous. "Instead of apologizing, can I try another way to make it up to you?"

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Hawks gasps for air as he pulls away from your center, one of his hands gripping your thigh and the other holding your hips. "You taste amazing" he whispers before going back in, your hands pull on his hair and he slightly whimpers. "You're so pathetic" you say then he groans, sending vibrations into you.

He sees your fingers playing with your nipple and decides to experiment with his feathers. He sends one to where your hand is, it gently brushes against your skin and makes you gasp.

His tongue starts to slow down before pulling away, "can I?" He gestures to his pants, earning a weak nod from you. He takes off his belt and slips down his pants, revealing his thick cock that's throbbing hard. He leans forward and places a kiss to your chest, then one on your neck, and hesitates before kissing your lips.

His feather speeds up as your kiss gets deeper, letting him swallow any moan and whimper you let out. Hawks backs up and starts to line himself up with you, he adjusts your legs to fit his waist perfectly.

His tip brushes between your wet lips, "Keigo, fuck me." He nods, then he gets interrupted by the doorbell. Hawks groans loudly and leans forward, "who's that?"

You shrug and jump off the couch, slipping your pants on and made your way to the door, Hawks following you. The door swings open to reveal Dabi holding a few flowers with shaky hands.

"Hey" he softly says

"Hi Touya" you mumble, his first name? Hawks thinks to himself. So he pulls the door open wide enough to show Dabi he's here too. He didn't put any effort to hide his boner, or your juices still on his chin.

He chuckles, "I came here to apologize" he nudges the flowers into your hand before pushing inside.

Hawks speaks up, "sure, make yourself at home"

"Says you" both you and Dabi speak up, you spin around and make a face at him before heading to sit over by him. Your thigh brushes against Dabi and he doesn't wait to grip at it.

"You guys aren't together are you?" Hawks says, letting his head hang low.

"No" you laugh, "its kind of a system. For you, I guess" you look over at Dabi, trying to get him to explain.

"What she means is when you piss her off and she's crying herself to sleep, I come over and help her forget. Nothing more, nothing less". Dabi teases, "she still likes you regardless!" This earns him a harsh punch to his shoulder.

Hawks perks up at his comment, "then it won't be a big deal when I steal her from you". He sits next to you, putting his arm behind you.

"Not stealing when I'm willing to stop, after tonight of course" Dabi says while a nasty smirk appears.

They both look down at you like they're starving, then you realize exactly what they mean.

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I honestly don't know what to think of this, but if you want me to finish the whole thing lmk :)

#hawks x you #hawks x reader #dabi x reader #dabi x you #mha x reader #mha dabi #mha smut #mha hawks #hawks x reader x dabi

[evanthelibra]

Okay so, I'm trying to find this fanfic again on Wattpad bc for some reason it deleted off my reading list but, it's a Villain Hawks x reader x Dabi fic where it's practically entirely smutt. There's about 2 chapters that aren't and it started off with reader being a pro-hero and the 2 caught her. They're a thing and so they start flirting making out etc etc and then we open our mouth to be feisty and then we get roped into the smut. Later they come to enjoy bein there and shit but I can't find it so if anyone could find it and tell me the name that would be wonderful 😭

#hawks x reader #villain hawks #dabi #dabi x reader #Villain Hawks x reader #Hawks x reader x Dabi #Villain Hawks x reader x Dabi

[myfanficacademia]

A summary for a Dabi x Reader x Hawks fic I’m working on:

Y/N had been best friends with Touya Todoroki & Keigo Takami since they were kids. Both boys had dreamt of being in the spotlight and over the years their dreams came true. Touya became the world-famous rockstar known as Dabi. Keigo, on the other hand, went on to become America’s Golden Boy. He rose to fame when he was cast in a new superhero film. Like Touya, he had taken a new stage name: Hawks. Being best friends with Hollywood’s favorite bromance was great, though staying out of the spotlight was sometimes challenging. Nevertheless, Y/N did her best to keep her head low.

A couple of years later, Y/N is finally going to college. Unfortunately, life is full of surprises, and years of hiding from the public eye are ruined when she’s thrown into the spotlight. Now she has to navigate college, social media, and the sudden love triangle between her two best friends.

#dabi #hawks #dabi x you #dabi x female reader #dabi x reader #hawks x reader #hawks x you #hawks x fem!reader #hawks x reader x dabi #hawks x dabi #touya todoroki #keigo tamaki

[serotonins-stuff]

He isn't the type to let you bend over to pick something up in peace.

As soon as he sees your upper body go down, your ass perched perfectly in the air, he cant help but appear behind you all of a sudden. Hand reeled back, and bottom lip pulled between his teeth.

Just when you noticed the devious presence behind you, a loud slap echoed from your right cheek and you fall forward from the impact.

The recoil traveled throughout your entire leg, and he couldn't feel more proud of himself in that moment.

"Ow!" You winced, looking back to see a smug look on his face "Did you have to do it that hard?"

"Listen sweetheart" he chuckled, before bending down to place you over his shoulder "If you're gonna wear that around the house you can't expect me not to touch"

"That was not just a touch" you whined, still feeling the harsh sting your behind has been granted with.

"Awww, then let me rub it better yeah?"

GOJO, TOJI, geto, Sukuna, Bakugo, HAWKS, dabi, KARMA, kurroo, Bokuto, Atsumu, HANMA, BAJI, Mikey, RAN, Tengen

#gojou satoru x reader #gojo x reader #geto x reader #getou suguru x reader #toji x reader #jjk toji #sukuna x reader #jjk x reader #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #bakugo x reader #hawks x reader #dabi x reader #my hero acedamia #mha x reader #karma x reader #akabane karma #assassination classroom #kuroo x reader #bokuto x reader #atsumu x reader #haikyu x reader #hanma x reader #ran x reader #baji x reader #mikey x reader #tokyo rev x reader #tengen uzui #tengen x reader

[yanderenightmare]

TW: NSFW, yandere, f!reader, bondage, abuse, punishment, intense spanking/whipping-ish

gn reader

“Please- plea- m’so- sorry-” You sob, voice cracking on its own blubbering. Chest full of panic – heaving for a fix but achieving little less than spurring even more hysteria.

“Haah…” He sighs. Casually fixing your bonds tighter around your wrists, hoisting them a little higher above your head until you were properly stretched up on your tippy-toes.

Shivering in just your undies in anxious wait of his anger.

Stroking your back while holding your belly in a steady hand, he thinks he’s never felt fear quite like it, but unfortunately, “Y’broke the rules, Sunshine… and now yer’ gettin’ punished.”

He unbuckles his belt. Your eardrums burn at the crisp sound, so much spiked blood rushing about, making you go dizzy. 

You think you might pass out.

“What did I say the rules were, hm? ‘You remember ‘em?” He mumbles in a steady tone, speaking awfully softly with his lips pressed against your temple. Waiting for your answer.

You give a sob and a pitiful nod, and he hums in return, rubbing calm circles into your shivering, goose-fleshed skin.

“Recite them for me.” He requests, nose rubbing your hairline as you shiver from his touch.

Voice unsteady, filtered through tears and a hopeless sense of terror – chin tipped up, needing to gasp for breaths. “N-no fighting, no- no arguing, no run- running-”

“Mh…” He hums, taking in the scent of your shampoo with a sniff of your crown, placing a kiss there as though in kudos – or as a small mercy before getting started. “And you managed to do all three in one night. ‘You feel proud, hm? ‘You feel accomplished? Hm? Was it worth it?”

You whimper under the interrogation, feeling smaller and smaller by the second – so exposed where you are, practically hanging from the ceiling like dead meat. Stripped of everything that might’ve protected you – or that would have at least cushioned the coming onslaught of pain you knew to dread.

“Nah… it’s written all over your body. Goosebumps and cold sweat, shaking from tits to toes. You regret it, don’t you?” He murmured, winding his belt around his fist once, then twice, leaving a looped tail. “Mh, maybe you’ll think twice about it next time... or maybe you’ll finally learn your place.”

He finished with a soft bite to the chub of your cheek, then grabbed your chin just as gently, holding your face up to look at him as he sidestepped to your front. Leaning his forehead against yours, he stroked your jaw with his thumb – lips hovering just short of yours.

“I'm gonna hurt you, Sweetie.” He purred, stroking your asscheek with the cool leather in his grip – in such gross contrast to what you knew he planned on using it for. “I promised I would, and now I will…”

He kissed your lips then – slowly, sweetly – suffocatingly so as you cried – tasting your tears and doing a terrible job at withholding his grin as you felt it pull giddily at the corner of his mouth.

He licked his lips once he pulled away, walking a circle around you like a shark.

“How many hits do you deserve?” He mused. “I guess one for each rule you broke is fair, but it seems a little scant…”

He stopped behind you, placing a chaste kiss on your arm before nuzzling around it.

“Should we say thirty?” He offered, and your eyes immediately widened.

Shaking your head furiously, prayers already coming out in splutters. “No- please-”

“No? Too many?” He pouted, not bothering to mask his glee now. “Okay, okay, calm down, baby. Breathe.” He soothed with no effort. “I think…”

There was a pause – a hum of thought as he wrapped his arms around your front and swayed you back against his chest in a hug.

“Ugh fuck, I'm no good makin’ rules on the fly…” He feigned - sinking his jaw into the grove of your armpit before cuddling the soft flesh with his chin-stubble.

He sucked his teeth in a further display of thought before releasing an exasperated sigh.

“I really didn’t think you’d break ‘em, y’know? I thought you’d be a good pet…”

You trembled, eyes looking down at the belt held between his big hands – whimpering at the sight of him simply playing with it – psyching you out like a true sadist.

“But you just had to disappoint me, didn’t you?”

You bit your lip to stop a sob.

“Had to be difficult… and now I gotta make difficult decisions…”

He slinked off you, leaving you to wobble – toes barely grazing the cold basement floor.

You try your best to prepare yourself for the next events, but the more you brace yourself the more tense you get and the harder you cry. “Please- I’ll be good- promise- m’real- really sorry-” 

“I know, baby. I know~ I am, too.” He coos, kissing your spine while rubbing circles into your sides – feeling your ribs rattle with sniffles, struggling for air through your panic. “I wanna make sure we never have to be sorry again.”

He wraps an arm around the front of your hips, steadying you while stroking the loop of his belt over your plump cheeks – tentatively teasing the soft flesh with what was soon to come.

He licked his lips at the promise – already imagining the flawless flesh blooming with his marks.

“I think thirty is fair.”

“No- no please- please, don’t-” You thrash – but do so little more than in place.

“Don’t squirm.” He interrupts, his hand curling into your hip with blunt nails denting the fine skin, keeping you still, pushing your side snugly against his front – holding you intimately while gruffing out eerie murmurs still much too softly for what he was saying. “Remember, it’s another ten hits if you fight me and another ten if you argue.”

At least he doesn’t make you count....

You wouldn’t have been able to even under threat – too busy wailing.

Each hit like the lash of a whip, smacking you fast, one on top of the other. It’s enough to make you throw up after half of it – though it's mostly just water and acid.

He takes pity enough to allow you a small break. Wringing off his wife-beater and wiping your mouth with it – also brushing some of the sweat off your brow before kissing your forehead. 

“Halfway there, Sweetie- you’re doing so good~”  He whispered soothingly, holding your cheeks to pick your face up from hanging – looking into the hopeless look of your opium-blown eyes – so lost he didn’t know if you could even hear him.

He acts as though he’s sorry after, but the boner he’s got nudged against you doesn’t lie – desperately dry-humping your thigh for some sort of relief.

His breaths are tight and hot, puffed against your arm where he now mouths wet kisses. “Good-” He swallows thickly, brows tight-knit, voice thick with lust. “Good pet.”

You hadn’t noticed he was done. And the relief doesn’t register either. There isn’t much comfort in it to grasp, not with the pain still so numbingly intense that you can’t feel anything but the raw sting. 

He drops the belt to the floor and struggles his fly open, shoving the trousers down along with his boxers, stepping out of the heap in a rush – all the while sucking sloppy kisses on your shoulder and nape, mumbling praise. “Y’were so good- so good fo’me- gonna reward yah- my good fuckin’ baby- gonna make yah feel so fuckin’ good now-”

The flesh of your ass burns with welts and split skin, ugly marks already lining the once-pretty color with horrid shades of bruise-dark. Your throat’s ripped raw from all the wailing – only weeping harder when he takes your hips and sways you back to meet his fat erection.

He shamelessly rubs himself between your cheeks – frenzied with his mouth gaping, releasing a filthy shuddering moan while leering at the beautiful sight of his handiwork – feeling so proud he was blushing just from sheer sadistic enjoyment – even letting slip a breathy laugh now.

He hung his tongue out and let his drool drip onto the shaft, then placed another kiss between your shoulder blades. Gliding his tip down and, with the help of a hand, pushed it between your cheeks until it caught your entrance. 

A rugged groan blew hotly down your spine, and another cry was ripped from your chest as he sunk inside without a single spare second to waste.

He laid his face to rest against your back, nudging up inside you slowly with both arms wrapping around you like before – holding you snugly before he began the intimate pace, fucking only the deepest coziest parts of you.

“I love you, Sunshine- you’re mine- only one I give two shits about- rest can just fuck off for all I care- as long as I have you- right here… forever.”

BNHA – Bakugou, Kirishima, Dabi, Hawks, Overhaul, Aizawa, Todoroki

JJK – Toji, Nanami, Geto, Gojo, Sukuna, Naoya

HQ - Iwaizumi, Matsukawa, Sakusa, Suna, either Miya twin

BLLK - Isagi, Reo, Kunigami

DS - Doma

CSM - Aki

#yandere x reader #yandere #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere smut #yancore #yandere bakugo #yandere kirishima #yandere dabi #yandere hawks #yandere boku no hero academia #yandere jjk #yandere haikyuu #yandere toji #yandere nanami #yandere geto #yandere demon slayer #yandere blue lock #yandere csm

[kleftiko]

❦ HOW MANY KIDS DOES HE WANT

cw: none, this is fluff

i add to this intermittently :)

♡ a million. he wants a whole army of little ones running around. he has an endless list of names picked out and he just can’t help but feel like the most pure way to express his love for you is to create a little life and raise a wonderful person with you.

— HAWKS (mha), gojo, yuji, CHOSO (jjk), kuroo, bokuto, ATSUMU (hq), kiyoshi, kise (knb), julius, yami (bc), rengoku, akaza (kny),

♡ one or two. loves the idea of raising a child or two with you. he wants to watch and nurture a life, he wants to be the best father he can. he wants to support his child and find out what kind of person they’ll be with you right by his side. doesn’t even care if they’re biological.

— fatgum (mha), megumi (jjk), KITA, daichi (hq), akashi, kuroko (knb), nozel, fuegoleon (bc)

♡ doesn’t matter to him. it’s entirely up to you, it’s not like he would grow them in his body anyway. he has unconditional love for you, and if you chose to bring a child into your lives he will love them as well. will love you with a child, will love you without.

— aizawa (mha), LEVI (aot), nanami (jjk), sakusa, iwaizumi, kageyama (hq), kagami, murasakibara (knb), william (bc), kakashi, giyuu (kny)

♡ get those things away from him. will hiss at them. doesn’t have a way with kids, it’s not a good idea. if you really DO want a child, he will give you one. but he will never, EVER, admit that he loves the little bastard. you think you see him cuddling them in the middle of the night? nope, get your eyes checked.

— SHIGARAKI, dabi (mha), sukuna (jjk), tsukishima (hq), aomine, midorima (knb), sanemi, obanai (kny)

#mha x reader #bnha x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyu x reader #knb x reader #kuroko no basket x reader #kuroko no basuke x reader #hawks x reader #aizawa x reader #shigaraki x reader #dabi x reader #gojo x reader #megumi x reader #itadori x reader #sukuna x reader #kuroo x reader #bokuto x reader #atsumu x reader #sakusa x reader #iwaizumi x reader #aomine x reader #akashi x reader #black clover x reader #yami x reader #nozel x reader #william x reader #demon slayer x reader #kny x reader

[csmtmra]

embarrassing pictures

sending the mha boys an embarrassing picture of themselves🙀

ׂ ౨ৎ. cont. fem!reader, crack

ׂ ౨ৎ. incl. katsuki, izuku, shoto, touya, keigo, tamaki, eijiro

#my hero academia #mha #mha x reader #my hero academia x reader #izuku midoriya #izuku x reader #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #shoto todoroki #shoto x reader #bakugou mha #kirishima eijirou #kirishima x reader #tamaki amajiki #tamaki x reader #keigo takami #hawks x reader #keigo x reader #touya todoroki #dabi x reader #touya todoroki x reader #mha smau #mha texts #csmtmra #mha x y/n

[snnrinc]

Codename: ROOK

Ch. 2 - Playing With Fire [AO3 Portal]

Ch. 1 - AO3 / Tumblr

— PAIRING : Hawks/Keigo Takami x Reader x Dabi/Touya Todoroki

— WARNINGS : (check Ch. 1 for all the warnings) Crime Scene, Blood and Violence, Groping

Standing outside of a shady bar filled with drunk people, cigarette smoke and the smell of sweat in the middle of the night was not exactly how one would envision the start of a nice, enjoyable work shift. In fact, it was not a nice, enjoyable start to anything.

You looked up at the sign hanging above the door and swinging along in the night wind, the chill of the air making you clutch your jacket even closer to your body. Your skin was covered in goosebumps, but you were unsure whether they were caused by the low temperature or your anxiety from being in such a place alone at night. You trusted that Hawks wouldn't get you killed so recklessly by sending you to this location, but nothing in the world could've possibly comforted you when you knew that the only thing standing between you and meeting Dabi face to face was the rusty door of a seedy bar.

Despite your nerves, you willed yourself to open the door and step inside, immediately grabbing the attention of several patrons who stopped their chatting and drinking in favour of watching you make your way down to the bar and taking a seat at one of the stools. You tried to seem as nonchalant as possible while looking around, scanning the environment for your target, but a new face was ought to bring suspicion no matter how well you blended in with the regulars. You ordered a drink more so for appearances, but still carefully took a sip or two so it wouldn't be obvious you had ulterior motives to be there. After all, you knew people from around these parts didn't take kindly to undercover cops slithering their way into their territory.

You turned your body to the side, crossing your legs and casually leaning your elbow on the bar, holding your glass to your lips so it would seem like you're sipping. You now had a better angle to search the faces and appearances of the other customers. You didn't notice anything out of the ordinary for a few minutes, and just as you were getting ready to stand up and go to the bathroom so you could approach more tables and booths—and to avoid getting approached by random people—the door creaked open once again.

You were thankful you weren't drinking when you saw Dabi walk in, lest you would've choked on the liquid. His hands were stuck in his pockets, the collar of his leather coat raised. His mere presence was unsettling, enhanced by his scars and myriad of piercings adorning his face. You noticed a few patrons avert their eyes or simply ignore him, but you continued to stare. As if sensing your insistent gaze, his eyes shifted to you, icy blue, electric, and you resisted the urge to turn away. Instead, you arched your back to accentuate your body, tilting your head and giving him the most seductive smile you could muster, silently attempting to convince him to approach you. His eyes lingered on you for a second longer before he walked further in the building and joined the masses.

You panicked for a second. Had he recognised you? You had run-ins with him before but surely being outside of your work uniform and usual patrol areas was enough to conceal your identity. After all, you never managed to even get close to capturing him and you were certainly not the only officer he'd had to deal with.

You thought perhaps he was just not interested in flirting with a random person, but even so you couldn't let him slip through your fingers. You watched as he approached a table and quickly turned back around to the bartender, ordering two new drinks. Having a peace offering would probably prove to be helpful in breaking the ice.

When you stood up and turned to start towards Dabi, your worry only increased as you noticed he was absent. You walked to where you last saw him but to no avail, looking around almost frantically in search of him until your eyes landed on the back door of the building. You quickly set the glasses down on an empty table and walked to the door, carefully opening it and looking down the back alley. You stepped out and finally spotted him leaning against a wall smoking.

Resuming your flirty demeanour, you walked over to him and noticed how his eyes shifted to you, yet he didn't bother to make a move to acknowledge your presence.

“Hey handsome, got any more smokes?” You pouted. “I forgot mine home.”

“I don't have any.”

You stopped your eyebrow from twitching at his immediate rejection and instead took a step closer in front of him, almost breaching his personal space.

“What do you mean?” you asked, feigning innocence. “You've got one right there.”

He followed where you were pointing at and saw his lit cigarette. He huffed.

“Your eyes ain't working? I'm already smoking this one.”

“Well, I'm sure we can find some way to share,” you said sweetly, taking one final step to close the small gap between the two of you.

Your heart was beating out of your chest as your lips hovered mere inches from his, afraid he'll push you away, or worse. You could smell the smoke on his breath and to your surprise he didn't make any attempt to put distance between you two again. He was waiting to see just how far you'd go before you backed out, not giving you the satisfaction of succumbing to your game. You mentally cursed the situation you were in, but kept up the mask and pushed yourself into him, placing your hand on the wall behind him and finally pressing your lips together.

You gave him a closed mouth kiss for a few seconds until he seemingly got bored of your technique, his free hand coming up to hold the back of your head and tilt it for better access. You felt his tongue across your bottom lip and you instinctively opened your mouth, to which he responded by deepening the kiss. It was sloppy, the taste of tobacco still heavy on his tongue as it languidly toyed with yours, the contrast between his rough, scarred bottom lip and his soft upper one leaving you almost dizzy as you tried to keep up with him and reciprocate. Besides his natural musky scent, you noted the smell of soot invading your nostrils, but also of a gasoline-like chemical you couldn't quite place. Your hands moved from pressing against the wall on either side of him to sliding to his shoulders, holding onto his leather coat like you were fighting to hold onto your last string of concentration, breathless from how insistent he was with tasting you and not giving you a moment of respite.

Suddenly, he gripped your arms and moved you to the side, pushing you against the wall and holding your hands behind your back. You hissed in pain as your cheek scraped on the brick wall, struggling to break free from his iron grip.

“Hey! What the hell are you-”

“Don't fucking move,” he spoke next to your ear. His low, raspy voice made you shiver. “Who sent you?” “No one, I'm just here to have some fun!” you quickly answered and mentally cursed the way your voice broke.

“No one, huh?” he scoffed. “Got any weapons?”

“Of course not!”

“Then you won't mind if I check for myself,” he stated. “Don't try anything stupid or I'll turn you into ashes.” He gave you enough space to push yourself off the wall a bit, but you still remained stuck in your position against it as he propped his cigarette between his lips and kneeled down behind you. His hands circled one of your ankles and dipped under the edge of your boots to check for any hidden weapons, then slowly moved upwards on your leg, one of them squeezing the flesh of your inner thigh, the other feeling your front pocket before he switched to your other leg. He repeated his motions, only this time his hands slowed down as they were ascending, making you dig your nails into your palm.

You gritted your teeth as he stood up and firmly placed his hands on your ass, feeling you up and giving you a tentative squeeze before his hands moved to your hips and pulled you closer, flush against his body. You felt his breath fan over the nape of your neck, sending goosebumps on your skin, and you swallowed the lump in your throat, his hands moving from your hips to your stomach, slowly trailing upwards.

In a panic, you swiftly pushed his wandering hands off of you and stumbled away a few steps, finally facing him. You were met with a cocky smile as he dug his free hand into his pocket, the other coming up to grab the cigarette again. He looked like he was enjoying himself.

“That's enough,” you snapped. “You already know I have no weapons on me.”

Dabi tilted his head to the side and looked you up and down.

“I still don't know. Maybe if you strip for me I'll know for sure.”

“I have no intention of doing that,” you bit back and immediately regretted your tone. Your plan fell through faster than you had anticipated and you were only digging your grave further.

Dabi raised an eyebrow, drawling out a bored, “Really? I thought you said you're here to have some fun. You didn't seem to mind having my tongue in your mouth a second ago.” He slowly began walking towards you as you held your ground, willing yourself to not back away from him. Unfazed by your defiance, he brought his cigarette to his lips, inhaling deeply before he stopped right in front of you, the smoke from his lungs pouring out on his breath and fanning your face with each word he spoke.

“You're not here to drink, you're not here to fuck, you don't seem like you're here to fight either. So what are you here for? Just a random death wish?”

“I'm here to talk business,” you said, gazing at him with determination.

He raised an eyebrow, waiting for you to continue.

“I have valuable information for you, but it doesn't come cheap.”

“How 'bout I just kill you instead?”

“You'd kill a reliable informant.”

“Reliable,” he scoffed, then began laughing at you. “I ain't stupid, doll. You think I'd forget that pretty face?” Your eyes widened and you straightened yourself, trying to put some safe distance between the two of you, unnerved by his words. Suddenly his free hand shot up and grabbed your wrist before you could move away, fingers clutching you almost painfully.

“You and your fellow officers have been nothing but a bunch of fucking thorns in my side. I should've killed you all long ago. Why should I even trust you now?” Your nails dug into his wrist, trying to loosen his grip on you so you could pull away, but he was too strong. You glared at him, angry at how your entire plan of approaching him and gaining his trust crumbled in just a few moments of being in his proximity. You were fearing for your life, knowing that his temper was just as volatile as the flames he had an unusual obsession with.

“I'm putting myself on the line to help you here!” you said. “I want to join you!”

“You're just a spy sent by the big guys, aren't you?”

“I'm not, I swear!”

“You swear?” he pulled you closer to him, his other hand grabbing your waist and for a moment you were painfully aware of his still lit cigarette hanging loosely between his fingers behind your back. “You're playing with fire, sweetheart. One more lie and you'll go up in flames like the sun.”

“I'm not lying, back off!”

With one strong push, he finally let go of you, your force causing you to stumble back while he maintained his position. You looked up at him, eyes ablaze with fury and a speck of panic, as you rubbed your sore wrist.

“I hate the Commission and everyone working for them!” you sneered. “Believe what you want, but you know just as well as I do how useful it would be to have a law enforcer back you up.”

“What the hell could an officer do? Give parking tickets to other cops as a distraction?”

“I could be a fly on the wall. No one would care to investigate someone if they don't stand out.”

He raised his cigarette to his lips again, drawing in a breath then exhaling it, the light at the end of the alley behind him filtering through the smoke. He was quiet for a moment, almost as if assessing your worth. You didn't know what to expect from him, but based on the precious little you knew about Dabi, half of you thought you'd be killed soon. However, much to your relief—at least temporarily—Dabi spoke again.

“You got any dirt on the big names of the Commission?”

Hook.

“You bet your ass I do. Name the name and I'll bring a file on them next time we meet.”

Line.

“This will be our usual meeting spot then, at least for now. Don't even think about chirping if you care about your life.”

Sinker.

You couldn't help the smile that pulled at the corners of your mouth, pride and relief flooding your veins at last. Equipping you with the task of bringing back information on a few big-shots of the Commission, Dabi soon turned around and left you to gather yourself in the dark alley. Perhaps the mission wasn't doomed after all, but even with the positive outcome, something about Dabi left an unsettling feeling in your gut. You hoped the next time you met would be less hostile, although you knew it was just wishful thinking.

You dug your hands in the pockets of your coat to stave off the chill of the morning air as you approached Hawks, a coffee already in his hand. He had called you to join him at a crime scene just an hour prior, and you made haste to arrive.

The scene that greeted you was bleak, yellow police tape encircling the crime scene where several forensic experts were gathering evidence. The grey skies only added to the sombre atmosphere, but you were thankful it wasn't raining, lest the evidence be washed away.

When Hawks saw you approaching, he gave you a smile, his stance relaxed with one hand in his trousers and his signature shearling jacket draped over his shoulders. His friendly, care-free demeanour contrasted the crime scene backdrop in a way that made him seem out of place, but still managing to soothe your nerves.

“Morning! Sleep well?”

You were greeted by the memory of the past night, your conversation with Dabi, the anxiety, the kiss. You shook your head. “I've had better nights.”

“I can imagine,” he sighed. “I would've brought you a coffee but I'm not sure what you like.”

You waved off his comment and turned your attention to the crime scene, the more grim parts of it obscured by the forensic specialists examining the location. Being one of the lowest ranks in the force, you had never been this involved in a crime scene. Part of you was intrigued, but even that couldn't soothe the emptiness that settled in your stomach.

Hawks walked with you towards the yellow tape, explaining to you that the victim was the missing civilian you had seen on TV the other day. Unlike the agent's body, this one was still in one piece, despite the multiple stab wounds, which were also the cause of death. You listened carefully to what Hawks was telling you and suggested that if this victim was also a target for the League, the modus operandi was far too varied to pinpoint to a single person. Hawks nodded in thought. It made sense the League would operate as a group, after all, it made it easier to hide evidence that could tie them to the crime.

“The body is too close to the road.”

You blinked, looking at Hawks with a puzzled expression. He nodded to himself again and took a swig of his coffee.

“It can't be the League. The body is too close to the road where people pass,” he concluded, moving his hand in the general direction of the scene. “Sure, it's hidden in a bush near some trees, but if the League doesn't want a person to be found, they make sure they aren't. And if they wanted to send a message they would place the body in an even more public area.”

“So… what? You think some random criminal did this?” you asked.

“We can't know for sure, but it wouldn't be far-fetched to assume some killers would use the high activity level of the League in this area as a cover-up. Let's ask what else they found,” he said, then took a few more steps towards the yellow tape. “Hey, Aizawa!”

A person perked up as Hawks called out, standing up from where he was examining the evidence left around the body. Aizawa began approaching Hawks, taking off his gloves and placing them in his pocket. He pulled down his mask and the hood of his suit, revealing his hair neatly tied in a bun to prevent contaminating the scene. You saw him frown at Hawks, tired eyes fixated on him.

“Stop yelling, I'm not deaf yet,” Aizawa said as you made your way over to the two of them.

“My bad, had to grab your attention somehow. You seemed engrossed with what you were doing,” Hawks said, offering a friendly smile. “Got anything for us?”

“The estimated time of death is sometime around eleven P.M.” Aizawa crossed his arms over his chest. “Weird thing is, despite the stab wounds being the cause of death, the body was doused in naphtha. It's almost as if they left the job unfinished.”

“What sort of liquid is that?” you asked.

“It's a solvent used for thinning pain or as fuel for campfires,” Aizawa responded. “Kind of like gasoline, highly flammable. It's been found in other fire incidents around Musutafu, but we can't know for sure if they are related.”

A chill ran down your spine, memories of the night prior flashing before your eyes. The heat of Dabi against you and his musky scent, blending with the smell of soot and a gasoline-like chemical you couldn't quite place. Naphtha.

You excused yourself to Aizawa and pulled Hawks to the side, leaning close to his ear.

“I think I know who the killer is.”

“What?” he whisper-yelled back and moved to look at you. You clicked your tongue and pulled him back in so others couldn't hear.

“Think about it, who in the League has a tendency to light things on fire?”

“Yeah, emphasis on fire, not stabbing,” he retorted. “If Dabi was the one who did it, we wouldn't even have a body. We'd have a pile of ashes, at most.” “Unless he had to be somewhere else,” you argued. “He knew who I was, he knew why I was there.” Hawks was quiet for a long second, then straightened himself, looking at you with a seriousness you hadn't seen from him until then. His eyes looked sharper when he wasn't smiling.

“I think you shouldn't jump to conclusions so fast,” he said, leaving no room for discussion. “Don't forget he's our only chance to get into the League. If he hears you've ratted him out, you'll lose the already small amount of trust you've gained from him. Take advantage while you can.”

Before you could respond, Hawks turned on his heels and walked back to where Aizawa was to continue his discussion with him. Frustrated, you glared at his back as he walked further away. As much as you hated to admit, he was right, you already knew what you had to endure to get Dabi to even talk to you, let alone trust you. You couldn't let it all collapse from an impulsive decision when the stakes were far higher. Besides, you were bound to Hawks's orders, seeing as he was your superior and the lead investigator of your dangerous mission, at least if you cared about getting out of it alive.

You sighed in defeat and tilted your head back, watching the gunmetal clouds drift by through the leafless tree canopy for a few seconds before you decided to join Hawks once again for the investigation. You realised with a heavy heart your days would be just as shitty as your nights from here on out.

#bnha x reader #hawks x reader #keigo takami x reader #mha x reader #dabi x reader #touya todoroki x reader #hawks x reader x dabi

[angelltheninth]

Just Keigo, Katsuki, Dabi, Kirishima and Tomura reacting to fem!reader catching the bouquet at the wedding! i bet it’s would be so cute! 🥰

I almost caught it at my cousins wedding which is funny cause I thought I was running away from it.

Pairing: Bakugo Katsuki, Kirishima Eijiro, Dabi, Keigo Takami, Tomura Shigaraki x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, kissing, wedding planning, blushing, teasing

A/N: I would catch the bouquet if Keigo would be my husband.

Bakugo will try to catch it before you because he likes to pretend that he's not tied down by anyone or anything. But you do end up catching it anyway and walking up to him with the smuggest grin on your face before you kiss his cheek just in time for a photo.

Kirishima starts planning your wedding the moment he sees you catch the bouquet. He doesn't do any of it out loud because he' too busy lifting you up into the air and spinning you into a firm kiss. Your wedding is gonna be even better then this one.

Dabi is a bit stunned as he watches you catch it with glee. Partially happy and partially scared of such a commitment he doesn't quite know how to react right this moment. But that's talk for another day, for now he'll put insecurities to the side and offer you a dance.

Keigo would maximize your chances by flying you closer to the bouquet. Yes, it's kind of cheating but you still caught it first, that was the only rule. Since you're already dressed all fancy and at a wedding all you need to say is that you take him as your husband.

Tomura looks away immediately to avoid you seeing how flustered he got when he saw you were the one to catch it. He never thought about getting married to be honest, not a lot. But he's not opposed to the idea, not yet though, there's still too much to do.

#mha x reader #mha x you #mha imagines #mha headcanons #mha fluff #bakugo x reader #kirishima x reader #dabi x reader #hawks x reader #shigaraki x reader #bnha x reader #bnha x you #bnha imagines #bnha headcanons #bnha fluff #mha x female reader #bnha x female reader

[veenxys]

「BNHA Boys reacting to you wiping off their kiss as a joke」

⤷ Bakugou

you were watching a movie that he honestly didn’t care much about. he changed positions all the time and it ended up upsetting you because you really wanted to see the movie, unlike him. he then whispers “sorry” and leaves a kiss on your temple as he puts his arm around your shoulders, you bite your lip to keep from smiling and run your hand across your temple, wiping his kiss away. he stops for a moment and looks at you in complete disbelief. were you mad because he moved too much? you wiped his kiss.. what the-? he couldn’t believe it, so he took the remote and paused the movie playing on the television. “what?” you ask innocently. he looks at you with the same indignant look and you can’t help but laugh at him. “oh, do you think it’s funny?” he says, crossing his arms. even with a playful smile plastered on your face, he still didn’t understand that it was just a joke. “why did you do that?” he asks seriously and you laugh more, knowing you need to talk real or else he’ll go crazy. “it’s just a joke, katsuki!” you tap your fingers lightly on his cheek and before your hand can fall into your lap again he grabs it and pulls you to him kissing all over your face as he says “i want to see if you can clear all these now”

⤷ Deku you took a pillow and put it on his lap, laying down. he smiles and starts stroking your hair with his free hand while the other one holds his phone. you stare at him for a few seconds and he puts his phone down, looking passionately at you. he leans in a little and leaves a soft kiss on your forehead that you’re quick to wipe away. he widens his eyes for a few seconds, swallowing hard because he thought he might have done something wrong that made you upset. it had to be that, right? there was no other reason for you to clean his kiss like that… he stiffens his posture and calls your name in a serious but also worried voice and you look at him with your eyes shining, wondering what was wrong. a part of him was relieved that you didn’t look angry, but another part of him looked even more worried that you didn’t look angry. so what was wrong? what happened? he decides to give you another kiss, this time on your lips. you’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel butterflies in your stomach, but you faked it really well by wiping your lips. you try to stay serious, but the way he looks at you makes you laugh until your cheeks hurt; he’s worried but in such a cute way that you can’t hide it anymore, so you just say it’s a joke and he sighs in relief, laughing with you before kissing you again.

⤷ Kirishima he would be so offended and scared at first that he would have no other reaction than to look at you with his eyes half wide as he stutters something. he tries to search for the right words, but all he can say - in a finely tuned voice - is “what did i do wrong?? is there something on my lips?” you try to look at him like he’s going crazy but you can’t as his expression makes you burst into laughter. and at that moment he lets out the breath he didn’t even know he was holding and shakes his head, laughing at you. “you’re bad… now you’ll have to put up with me” he says as he pins you to the couch and showers you with kisses and love.

⤷ Todoroki you were waiting for the train and he was in front of you while you shared your headphones; his two hands were around your waist affectionately. he leans down and kisses your forehead, pulling you a little closer to him. the moment would be cute if it weren’t for you wiping your forehead; he frowns and puts his fingers to his lips, looking at you he asks “is there something on my lips?” and his expression is so genuine but at the same time a little worried; you shake your head and bite your lip to keep from smiling. he touches your chin with his fingers and tilts your face so you look at him, “what’s wrong? tell me” he asks, eyes curiously scanning yours, as if searching for any trace of lying or anger. you smile playfully at him and your smile is all he needs to understand that it was just a silly joke. he smiles nervously back and you kiss the corner of his lips and his lips, which makes him laugh lightly.

⤷ Denki he would have a fit when you use the back of your hand to wipe his kiss on your lips. “heyyyyyy, don’t do this… don’t you want my kisses?” he asks in a thin but worried voice, making it hard not to laugh. he feels offended but doesn’t show it, but just the blush rising in his cheeks is enough for you to see what he’s feeling. silence taking over the room. “does my breath smell bad?” he says randomly, unable to contain his bubbly laughter. “was it my lunch? oh shit.. i need to go brush my teeth.” he got up, starting hurriedly to the bathroom. you grabbed his shirt quickly. “no wait, i’m just kidding! it was all a joke.” you eased, denki letting out a breathless groan before falling on top of you. “kaminari… get out…” you struggled, squirming under his frame of denial. “that was soo mean… i didn’t think you could do this to me. you’re paying for dinner.” he means it seriously, but you can hear a joke in his voice.

⤷ Tamaki he would feel very confused and insecure for some time. he wouldn’t immediately ask what was wrong because he didn’t know what to say; he kissed your cheek and you quickly wiped it away, it made him very worried and sad, but your behavior towards him didn’t change, which meant you weren’t angry or sad at him. he spends the rest of the day quiet, looking at you sideways and looking away when you look at him. he swallows and scratches the back of his neck as he remembers the scene; he feels so anxious and nervous he can barely talk to you. he doesn’t want to bother you and it ends up hurting you because he looks like a lost puppy with his eyes shining all day. you hug him from behind and he freezes not knowing what to do, you smile and kiss his back, which makes him melt a little. you move a little and take his cheeks in both hands, “hey bubba, it was just a joke! i’m sorry, i thought it would be fun but..” you don’t finish the sentence, just smile weakly. he takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, clearly demonstrating the relief he felt at hearing those words.

⤷ Shinsou

you were watching a new series together and suddenly he feels a tender urge to leave a kiss on your cheek just to distract you a little. you instantly wipe your cheek with your hand and he doesn’t show any kind of reaction. in fact, he helped you wipe your cheek. “the popcorn i made was very buttery, make sure you take it all out so it doesn’t leave any oil on your skin.” you couldn’t even answer, there was no way to answer. you look at him a little confused and he just smiles slightly before turning his attention to the television again. he’s so cute and thoughtful that you couldn’t keep a passionate smile from appearing on your face. you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug. “ugh i’m sorry” you mutter laughing against his shirt and he frowns, patting you on the back. “sorry for what?” he says when you sit in your seat again. “uhm…nothing. forget it” you say and grab a popcorn from him; really buttery

⤷ Hawks he was training and after a while he paused, sweat staining his forehead as you handed him a bottle of water to cool off. a small kiss from him of thanks was the reply, to which you easily wiped it away. “hey what-?” he winked at you with his brow furrowed and his lips still attached to the rim of the water bottle. “what was that?” he gave you a nonsensical look, genuinely confused as to why you didn’t accept his kiss. “what?” you tilted your head innocently, acting as if nothing had happened. “you… wiped my kiss.” he pouted, standing up. you shrugged your shoulders, your face utterly confused almost making your facade crack. you could see the wheels turning in his mind; he shook his head fervently, went back to training as if nothing had happened - but his mind didn’t stop for a single second. and a few minutes later he sat down on the floor. “baby?” you asked, arching your brow at his behavior. “i lost motivation. my love was rejected.” he sighed dramatically, now lying fully on his back. “what do you mean?” you crouched down, leaning in to land a deep kiss on his lips. “woah woah woah woahhh..” he gaped, his eyes bursting with amazement. “it was just a joke, love” you said, and he smiles a little “so i’m going to need a refund to get my motivation back”

⤷ Dabi he liked being the one to receive rather than give, just to see how needy you would have become if you hadn’t received attention from him. he liked to tease you and play with you, and today you thought might be the perfect time to get back at him. “dabi… can i get a kiss?” he looked from his phone to where you were. “now you’re asking so nicely, how could i say no?” maneuvering his head to softly kiss your lips, looking at you as you used the back of your hand to wipe the kiss. “hey.. what is this?” he used his foot to swivel the chair back to where you were sitting next to him “acting like a brat? is this your way of getting back at me?” his dazzling eyes read you like a book. every time. “i had an itch.” your apology proving to be more regrettable than you anticipated in your head. “oh yeah? so please let me help you.”bewildered, you shrank back against the chair with a squeak – dabi advancing on you at an alarming rate. he gives you a breathtaking kiss, the kind of kiss that makes you lose your ground. he pulls away and you’re breathing heavily. “is not fair.” you snorted, but he looked very pleased with himself.

⤷ Shigaraki

you knew it would be wrong to do this to him because he didn’t usually show so much affection through gestures and even without him admitting it, you knew he was insecure. but it was just a joke, it wouldn’t hurt, right? wrong. the moment you wiped your cheek after he gave you a light kiss, he got so angry. he didn’t say anything and that was the problem; he ignored you all day like a sulky child. on the outside he was cold and angry, but on the inside he was so broken and sad. he thought of many things; was it the scars on his lips that bothered you? were you stopping loving him? did you not like his love? he was so confused and ended up showing it in rude ways that made you back off when you went to talk to him. until you finally worked up the courage to tell him it was just a joke; you even showed videos you saw on tiktok of people doing this. he looks at your phone and looks at you, rolls his eyes and goes back to what he was doing before. you leave a kiss on his forehead as an apology and when you leave he smiles in relief.

#— fluffvember! ♡ #bnha imagines #mha imagines #bakugou x reader #bakugou imagine #bakugou fluff #dabi x reader #dabi imagine #dabi fluff #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki imagine #shigaraki fluff #hawks x reader #hawks imagine #hawks fluff #shinso x reader #shinsou fluff #shinsou imagine #tamaki x reader #tamaki imagine #tamaki fluff #deku x reader #deku imagine #deku fluff #kirishima imagine #kirishima fluff #denki x reader #denki imagine #denki fluff #todoroki x reader

[imagxnin]

jealous! men . . . who will pound their big n' fat dick inside of you at an inhumane speed all while recording.

"fuckin' love this pussy . . makin' me jealous, hm ?"

he would say while pounding his girthy length in and out of your pussy, one of his hands holding his phone as he recorded all of this, planning of sending this to the man who even dared to interact with you . . .

"nghhh . . . s-slow down-- ah!"

the sentence alone made him go faster than before, squeals and moans escape your mouth, the pleasure overwhelmed your body oh-so greatly, your body felt so overstimulated and weak compared to your boyfriend . . . :(

even when you pleaded him to stop because your pussy was aching, he knew it felt good, so he didn't stop for one second, even through orgasm. he just loves you so damn much he would bully his dick inside of you all day if you wanted, even if your body couldn't take it . . .

GOJO, SUKUNA, TOJI, SUGURU, DABI, HAWKS, AIZAWA, SANEMI, KOKUSHIBO, KIBUTSUJI, ANY OF YOUR FAVS . . .

#jujutsu kaisen #demon slayer #my hero academia #jjk #kny #mha #bnha #x reader #smut #minors dni #gojo x reader #sukuna x reader #toji x reader #suguru x reader #jjk x reader #jjk x you #dabi x reader #hawks x reader #aizawa x reader #mha x reader #mha x you #sanemi x reader #kokushibo x reader #muzan x reader #kny x reader #kny x you

[ectologia]

i saw this thing where you make responses to darling saying “it hurts” but it gets meaner and meaner and i immediately thought of you and yanderenightmare bc y’all wld eat it up 🦋🦋

WHEN IT HURTS

WARNINGS: DUBCON, PROFANITY, ASPHYXIATION

DABI, KEIGO TAKAMI, KATSUKI BAKUGOU

“Ouch!” You squeal, pushing back against the deep set v-line curving his waist. His hips arch, bending forward closer and closer despite your protests. “Wait, wait! Stop, it hurts!”

He does as he’s told, halting with a dramatic pout. “Sorry.” A thumb prods your clit roughly, sliding upwards to pull the sticky hood back. “Want me to go slower?”

“Mhm..” Your knees slacken, dropping back down against your chest after the initial panic of being speared on his fat dick subsides.

Except, he doesn’t go slower. He continues feeding the length through the tight tunnel of your pussy. Sensing the oncoming fear that pulses through your body, he clasps two palms over the back hinges of your knees, folding you down flatter until your toes brisk the cartilage of your ears.

“Ah — Ow!” This time, your yelp comes out staggered. Whimpering while your legs kick and jerk in the air. You bring your hands down through the space of your thighs, pressing back against the hard plane of his stomach, clenching as he refuses to budge. “Babe, stop!”

His teeth grit, poised behind his lips in annoyance before he pulls back again, huffing with a creased nose. “What?”

Blinking up at him with flickering timid eyes, you warble. “..Hurts.”

You don’t catch his hushed grumbles, cursing under his breath as he begins to rub your swollen pearl a little more harshly, spiteful as he tries to press more slick out of your already puffy cunt.

“Not so rough..”

He begins to get pissed off with your incessant nagging. Flicking his wrist abruptly, he almost raises his hand to spank the pussy juice out of you. “..Babydoll” He purrs, thumb twitching as he stops himself from digging the blunt edge of his nails into your clit. “We can’t make love if you don’t let me inside.”

“I know! It’s just..” You shuffle back on your bum, but he only pulls you closer, squeezing your waist in his palm.

“Just what?”

He eyes the way you squirm, lips raising in a silent snarl as you fold your arms over your chest, all sweet and innocent as you cry from just the tip.

He’ll fuckin’ give you a reason to cry.

Your pleas fall on deaf ears as he shovels the rest of his cock inside, grunting once the pudge of his ballsack finally presses against the crease of your ass. He leans over you, using his combined weight and mass to keep your legs open while he drills you against the mattress, making you sound like a squeaky dog toy with every thrust.

“Shut the fuck up.” He claps a hand over your mouth, pinching your nose shut as-well in the hopes that you’ll pass out. God forbid he has to listen to you whining ‘till he nuts.

“We’re fucking now.”

#bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bnha smut #dabi #hawks #keigo takami #dabi smut #dabi x reader #reader x dabi #hawks smut #hawks x reader #reader x hawks #keigo takami x reader #keigo takami smut #bakugou smut #bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugou #katsuki bakugou smut #bakugou katsuki smut #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki #bakugou katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugou x female reader #bakugou katsuki x female reader #hawks x female reader #keigo takami x female reader #takami keigo #takami keigo x reader

[demigod-with-a-quirk]

"What if the 'g' in 'gif' is silent?" "Go the fuck to sleep " "What gif I don't want to? " "Fuck You" "Sure"

- DAZAI, Nikolai, Yosano, GOJO, Yuuji-turn-Sukuna, Toji [prob] VANITAS, HAWKS, Dabi, Sero, DENKI, Luffy otw to destroy your sleep

#bungou stray dogs #dazai x reader #nikolai x reader #gojo x reader #yuuji x reader #sukuna #toji x reader #vanitas x reader #hawks x reader #bnha x reader #dabi x reader #sero x reader #denki x reader #luffy x reader #jjk x reader #jjk #bsd #mha #jujustu kaisen #my hero academia