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toji-girl · 2 months

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wrapped around | villain! t. amajiki

synopsis: All you wanted to do was move on from Tamaki who took a turn from hero to villain, but why can’t you stop thinking about his indigo eyes even though he’s on the other side now?

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tags: dark content (read cw) + 18+ ONLY content + explicit smut: minors and empty blogs DNI + not beta read + he's ooc + repost from my blog + my writing style was different years ago + tentacle play+ Quirk play + bunny! reader + gagging + wound care + makeup sex + biting + rough sex + pet names + vaginal stretching + fluff in all this porn + multiple tentacles in one hole + dubcon + yandere! Tamaki + overuse of Bunny pet name + spitting + oral f! and m!+ fingering+ hentai references + porn + fem! masturbation + aphrodisiac (?) + cum play + possessive! Tamaki + nipple play + mentions of ovulating+ unprotected sex + breeding + mating press + finger sucking + dumbification + womb flooding + creampie+ tummy bulge from cum inflation.

AN: so I wrote this maybe close to four years ago, not sure how I came up with the idea to write something like this honestly, he is very OOC though! but I wanted something new with Amajiki, also please forgive my old formatting lmaoo.

Rain pattered on the roof trickling down the windows coupled with the bolt of lightning flashing in your bedroom drowning out the soft noise of the TV but it wouldn’t matter anyway with your phone propped up in your hand, moans streaming from the device.

Instantly your stomach curled thinking of the thought of the indigo-colored-haired man with eyes to match.

The orgasm that you’ve been chasing for the last forty-five minutes finally ended with you kicking the blankets off, throwing the toy and phone down on your bed as you sat up, looking around for your shorts, flinging pillows, and everything to the floor.

It’s been weeks since you’ve thought of him and now you were wondering why you had to think about him in a time like this. You scratched the base of your soft floppy ears as you looked around and sighed seeing the pillow that Tamaki had you hump for hours overstimulating you until you were sobbing and clinging to him to stop.

Part of you missed him but not the way he acted in a relationship. It was a mystery how you stayed with him for so long.

Another sigh left your lips while swinging your legs over the bed placing them on the bare floorboard, another crack of thunder shook the house flickering the lights as you adjusted the oversized sleeping shirt you wore pulling it over your shoulder, another sound startled you.

Someone knocking hard and rapid on your door, your ears perked up when you heard him.

Calling your name like a mournful song, Tamaki’s voice wavered as he leaned against the door knocking again, “Please, bunny, let me in.”

Your heart restricted in your chest hearing your nickname. It was something that he only ever called you even though you hated your stupid Quirk. Everyone got cool ones or even none at all but nothing at all has to be better than being a bunny.

His voice came in again begging, “I-I’m hurt.”

Chewing on your bottom lip you walked to the front door barely opening it. Wind and rain hit you like needles. Tamaki sat leaning against the doorframe now holding his side. Indigo eyes met yours.

“Tamaki?”

You crouched down and moved a piece of wet hair from his face to scared to get closer to him, “Bunny.” Tamaki wrapped his fingers around your wrist pulling you closer, “I need help.”

You aren’t stupid. As soon as he asked for help you knew what happened, it was either some bar fight or he got into a scrap with a Hero which you happen to be ironically enough.

Your brows pulled together as you moved his hand from his ribs seeing a medium size cut, blood pumping from the torn flesh only darkening the fabric of Tamaki’s shirt. “What do you need help with?”

“What do you think?” He hissed covering the wound again.

“If you want to be like that Tamaki you can go fuck off. Why did you come here out of all the places? Let me guess you and Dabi got drunk and tried to fight someone.”

Tamaki winced and smirked as another clap of thunder startled you, “Still scared of storms, huh? Let me in and I’ll protect you.”

You raised an eyebrow and played with your ears catching his attention. He knows you too well, his eyes burned the side of your head. You felt way too vulnerable in front of him like this, your shirt stretched over your knees but Tamaki already got a glance at your bare cunt.

“Hello? Bunny. Let me in.”

You turned back to glare at him feeling your heart sink in your stomach seeing the pain in his eyes. His hair wet and matted covered most of his face along with his hood but you saw the flash, “Oh, damn you, Tamaki. Tell me what happened then I’ll let you in but I swear if you try anything I’ll hurt you.”

He rolled his eyes and laughed followed by a wet cough, sighing you kicked the door open and grabbed Tamaki by his elbow pulling him to his feet, “Shit,” he cursed, swaying on his feet. With your arm wrapped around his waist, you guided him to the bathroom with his hand gripping your shirt leaving bloody handprints.

“Sorry.” He looked down at your shirt pulling the sticky fabric from your torso, “Don’t worry about it.” You said not looking up to meet his heated gaze. It’s only been four months since he’s last seen your face and that was when you two were screaming at each other about how the relationship wasn’t going to work.

How could it?

A villain and a hero?

Tamaki took his shirt off, tossing it on the floor, and leaned back against the sink holding his arm up, “What the hell happened? The skin is all jagged.” You muttered looking at the wound while washing your hands.

“Dabi was sleeping with this dude’s girlfriend and they got into it. Of course, I’m going to help my friend out.”

You looked at him pulling gloves on before grabbing your first aid kit, “Have you been sleeping with anyone’s girlfriend?” You didn’t mean for your question to come across so cold but you barely trusted him in the relationship and knowing he’s been running around for months single you didn’t have any reason to believe him.

Tamaki sighed and shut his eyes hissing when you applied a bandage to the wound, “Careful bunny,” he said through gritted teeth, eyes opening to slits, “can I still call you bunny?”

You rolled your eyes despite feeling the ache between your legs or the way you were sure that at any given moment your heart was going to explode when you met his gaze, the feelings he still has glittered behind the mischievous grin that spread across his lips.

“What?”

“I’m waiting on my answer.”

You sighed,and focused on the gauze, “I do have a name that I know you know.” Came your answer, short and simple that’s all that was needed because you could feel the sexual tension building faster and faster brick by brick sitting on your chest suffocating you.

“Yeah, that’s true but I like bunny,” he replied gently flicking your left ear making you glare at him, Tamaki chuckled and winced when you pressed in. “Do try to remember that I’m treating your wound, now you answer my question.”

“What?”

“What caused this? And was this really all over Dabi and some hookup?”

You stepped closer pressing your stomach against his hips looking at the jagged flesh, your tail twitched when you felt Tamaki caress your stomach, “It was, I never lied to you no matter what you think. I might be a villain babe but I would never hurt you, I would burn the world down for you. I would do anything you want me to. You’re still my queen.”

Tentacles wrapped around your throat stilling your movements.

Tamaki leaned in ghosting his lips against yours releasing your throat, “I was serious when I said I wanted to run away and get you knocked up.”

You couldn’t help the ugly laugh that bubbled from your open mouth irritating Tamaki who leaned back and watched as you looked back at him, a serious look taking over your face.

“Runaway and get me knocked up? I’m sorry but I told you that I don’t want to live a villainous lifestyle let alone with a baby? Do you even know how to take care of a baby?”

“I took care of you, didn’t I?”

You leaned down and grabbed the alcohol squirting it on the gash, “Fucking hell you-”

“I suggest you watch how you talk to me Tamaki, you came here and interrupted my plans to help your ass now don’t be so rude.”

He kept quiet and still watched as you sewed his wound shut. You revealed the wincing in pain and hissing Tamaki let out when you tugged just a little too hard, “You’re being rough.”

“And I thought you liked that?” You asked placing the bandage over your work and glanced back up at him taking your gloves off. “Now I have to take a shower, you can let yourself out.”

Another tentacle wound itself around your wrist protruding from Tamaki’s hand, “Can I join?”

It’s not a good idea, the moment he asked you cocked your head to the side tugging your shirt down, “No, and you know why.”

He frowned and leaned back against the sink, “Can I at least take a shower after you at least?”

His voice didn’t come across confident anymore instead it wavered watching you play with the hem of your shirt again, fingers twisting in the fabric. Your ears twitched and flopped over as you avoided Tamaki’s gaze. If you looked at him it would be all over.

“You can’t take one with your bandage, let me clean you up.”

It wasn’t like he hasn’t seen you naked before but when you slid your shirt off tossing it in the hamper Tamaki cleared his throat feeling his cock throb, “Keep staring and I’ll poke your eyes out.” You growled making him laugh.

“You’re so cute when you get angry.” It was out of habit when he reached out fingers coming in contact with your ears scratching the base softly, he watched your eyes roll to the back of your head and body go lax.

It was always a different sensation when someone else rubbed your ears or stroked your tail with the occasional squeeze that left you dripping.

You hated yourself when a small whimper left your lips bringing you back to reality as you grabbed the shirt hanging from the back of the door pulling it on, “Don’t touch me again. I’m serious.”

“Got it,” he said raising his hands up slowly before taking his shirt and pants off balling them up, “can I wash my clothes then?”

“You’re being awfully needy, when your clothes are dry I want you out. You’re lucky I’m letting you stay this long.”

Tamaki nodded his head and pushed his hair and hood out of his face, a new scar coming into view. Jagged pink flesh beginning to heal and spreads from the end of his eyebrow to his jaw, somehow adding to the beauty that is the man who brings so much chaos to your life.

“What happened?” You asked, walking out of the bathroom with Tamaki behind you.

“My scar? Dabi and I got into a fight with a couple of your Hero friends. The bunny woman and that stupid bird.”

“Rumi and Keigo? I’m going to assume it was Hawks who gave you it.”

His laugh was his response as he broke off and entered the kitchen sitting on the barstool looking around brain flooding with so many memories, you and him dancing music playing in the background dinner on the stove, or the times he held your legs open fucking you hard like it was his last time over the counter.

You padded back in the kitchen grabbing your plate from the microwave handing it to him not ignoring his looks until you snapped, “God damn it Tamaki did you come here in hopes that we would get back? I told you that it can’t happen. We can never work out, we want so many different things.”

Indigo eyes looked at you hard and unforgiving before dissolving into despair and something pitiful, “No, I told you why. Your house was close and after Dabi left I had to find somewhere and I really can’t go to the hospital after what we did last week.”

“Yeah, you’re wanted for grand theft and so many more things I couldn’t even list them.”

Tamaki shrugged his shoulders and picked at the food, the image of him hunched over barely eating not acting himself tugged at your heartstrings. More than anything you wanted to wrap your arms around him letting him know that you still love him.

You still love him.

A fact you did not want to surface as he sat half-naked and dripping wet on your barstool.

It didn’t help the fact that you also wore a top that covered the tops of your thighs.

“If you really want me to stop doing all of this,” Tamaki gestured to the new wound and old battle scars, “I would do it, I’d do anything to be with you again bunny. You don’t have to believe me but I love you, and I will forever. I might be a bad guy but I want to be a good guy for you.”

His sudden confession was enough to make your head snap up to look at him feeling the pit in your stomach widen. Your heart raced in your chest making you dizzy. It was all you and Tamaki fought about the last couple of months of the relationship, the thing that finally drove a wedge between you two.

“You can’t come back and say all of that when I begged you to stop, every night I was worried you weren’t going to come home and I stayed up waiting for you to get back drunk and mean.”

You felt proud for standing up for yourself, it was something that finally needed to happen.

“I know and I can apologize for that or try to make up for it now, I screwed up my first chance and I promise I won’t do it again.”

Your bottom lip quivered listening to his words but his actions are what you needed to see.

“Don’t cry bunny,” Tamaki slid off the barstool before walking over to you wrapping you in his arms, the sudden contact broke the dam you’ve been holding in. After months of not being held or human contact, you melted against him clinging like you were scared if he let you go then you’d disappear.

He felt warm.

And familiar.

“Shh, I’m here now, I’ve missed you.”

His words were the last nail in the coffin. With your arms wrapped around his waist, you buried your head in his neck tasting the salty tears that streaked his bare skin, “I’ve missed you too Tamaki. Damn it, I haven’t been with anyone since we broke up.”

When you pulled your head up to look at him Tamaki smiled and kissed your lips softly at first barely pressing together then his hands are cupping your cheeks deepening the touch between you and him, he wanted to be greedy and grope your flesh, hungry and needy. His tongue tasting every inch of you until you were crying for him to stop.

He wants to make up for all these missed months but it was happening too fast, your hands worked on his belt trying to pull his pants down, “Hey, wait a minute. Shouldn’t we talk first?” Tamaki asked, hooking his finger under your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“Do you want this as much as I do?” Your voice came out strained and foreign, “Tamaki. Don’t make me beg, please. Only you know how to help me cum and that’s what I want, I want to cum.”

Each word only constricted his heart and dick, it wasn’t fair for him to finally have his dream but the last thing he wanted to do was hurt you.

“I’m trying to keep my hands off of you but you keep begging for me to touch you and I don’t want to be an asshole bunny, tell me what you want me to do to you.” Tamaki demanded, his voice and personality shifting to the Tamaki you love the most, the one who roughs you up, gives you everything you need without even having to ask. Your body was a map that he knew front to back, your sighs were different calls for things that you liked.

No one else knows you the way he does.

“I like it when you’re an asshole,” You whispered, grabbing his hand and putting it between your legs, rough calloused skin brushed against your clit.

“Do you?” Tamaki asked, grabbing the back of your neck with his free hand, “But I know what you really want.”

You felt his hands turn into tentacles sucking at your flesh, the sensation barely there but you could still feel it when one suction-cupped to your clit drawing the swollen bud in as another tentacle probed your pussy spreading your slick lips apart.

“Oh my bunny, you are so wet.” Tamaki groaned using the rest of his appendages to lift your shirt up, tentacles wrapped around your breasts squeezing and massaging, “Tamaki.” You begged, what for? You weren’t sure.

“I know, I’ll take good care of my sweet girl, have you been neglected? I know you were using one of your vibrators, let me guess were you watching hentai?”

Your eyes glassed over in embarrassment even though you and he watched countless videos of all sorts trying to bend your bodies in almost impossible ways and after bruised shins and foreheads Tamaki suggested using his tentacles which soon became an almost everyday thing.

A tiny mouth wrapped around your nipple latching on the bud drawing each pulse from your core like an echo. The tentacle that was working on your pussy finally pushed its way inside, one at first stretching you out as it flattened against your cervix, you felt incredibly full.

You groaned and rolled your head back gripping Tamaki’s arms moaning looking at him, the need for him so obvious that he took a step back wiping his forehead returning his limbs to normal, you gasped and fell forward a little catching yourself.

“Why did you stop?” You asked panting.

“Because if I keep going I won’t be able to stop myself until you’re nothing but a mess of cum, drool, and tears. I haven’t been with anyone since you bunny.”

Another confession that stunned you momentarily before you ripped your shirt off closing the gap between you and Tamaki, “Are you worried that if we do this then I’ll kick you out afterward? You would have to take care of me if you have your way with me.” You smiled and dipped your hand in his pants stroking his cock finally, he sighed softly and kissed you pressing his tongue in stroking and tasting.

It wasn’t enough, both of you wanted more, greedy and hungry for each other. Tamaki snarled when you sank to your knees yanking his boxers down to his knees letting the fabric pool. You kept your hand around the base of his dick before your mouth was sucking him in, your throat nice warm and wet.

Fireworks burst inside your stomach when he moaned your name, your toes curled as you took him in deeper using your saliva making it easier to take his length, “I forgot how cute you look with my cock in your mouth.” Tamaki grunted snapping his hips ramming his dick further down your throat.

Tears stung your eyes as you held onto his thighs and let him hold the top of your head using your mouth for his own pleasure, the wet slaps of his balls hitting your chin echoed through the kitchen. He hissed above you grabbing a chunk of your hair pulling you off with a wet pop.

“Stand up.” Tamaki helped you to your feet quickly, “Tamaki!” You squealed, surprised, “Remember your wound?” A laugh fell from you, shocking both you and Tamaki who watched you lovingly, “Don’t lose that laugh, it’s the best sound in the world, and don’t worry about my wound sweetheart, I won’t strain myself.”

With your arm around his waist you walked with him to the couch laying on your back spreading your legs, Tamaki kneeled between them, you watched again with hazy eyes as his fingers turned into tentacles that wrapped around your thighs spreading your lips apart, both you and Tamaki could hear how wet you were.

Thankfully it was dark in the living room aside from the random flashes of lighting when you saw the look in his eyes.

Tamaki was starving and the only meal that could feed the insatiable feeling sitting in his stomach was you.

“When was the last time you came?” He asked abruptly, still eying your drooling pussy watching it pool around your ass, the tight hole he’s thought about exploring but that would have to be saved for another time.

“It’s been a while, I haven’t had sex with anyone and nothing has been able to make me cum.”

Your voice came out breathy and whiny as you shifted your hips feeling the suction back on your clit.

“Oh, fuck,” You curled your fingers around the couch dropping your head back keeping your back arched trying to shut your legs but two thick strong tentacles kept them apart, “Don’t be so shy now, I’ve seen this pussy bouncing on my cock so many times I’ve lost count.”

Your flesh burned like a wildfire watching as he pulled the tentacle off your clit to drag it up your slit gathering the wetness, he pulled it back looking at how your slick dripped, “I haven’t seen you this wet in such a long time bunny, I’m sorry you haven’t been taking care of, I know just the spots,” he broke off thrusting a tentacle in your cunt suction cupping to your walls keeping still.

Your eyes went wide with your mouth going slack feeling the fat root slowly crawl deeper spreading your walls to an almost impossible width, “Tamaki- wait s’big,” you whined trying to scramble away from the pressure between your legs, “Just for a second bunny, I want to make sure I can get you pregnant.”

His words didn’t register in your blissed-out brain when he began to move the tentacle slowly in and out, he leaned down and spit on your stretched cunt. Tamaki’s eyes sparkled hearing the lewd sounds coming from something so delicate, the way you took him was impressive.

Your eyes focused enough to see him pull back putting his hands on your breasts, flesh against flesh. Thumbs rough brushing over your nipples pulling them into aching peaks, Tamaki bent down wrapping his lips around the bud circling it with his warm tongue.

“Oh, more, more,” You babbled feeling the tentacle go deeper rubbing against your cervix feeling it soften with the secretions that pumped through your now opened cunt which leaked cum from the orgasm that took you by surprise, cum frothed around the base of the tentacle as your body jerked.

“You’re ovulating aren’t you?” Tamaki asked, pulling away from your breast. You opened your eyes blinking a few times before nodding your head slowly, his words bounced in your brain a few times before you sat up, “Are you sure?” You asked wrapping your arm around his shoulder pulling him down pressing a chaste kiss to his lips, “If you really want a baby then breed me please, I want you to pump me full.”

That’s all he needed to hear before pulling the tentacle from between your legs, you gasped loudly going from feeling so full to empty in such a short amount of time, “Give me a warning-” You were cut off when Tamaki flicked his tongue against your battered pussy, your clit throbbed in his mouth as the wet muscle turned into a tentacle sliding back in your cunt probing at your cervix again.

You whined, throwing your head back curling your fingers in Tamaki’s hair, feeling the large muscle thinned at the tip pressing you open, “Tamaki!” Your voice came out hoarse so did the protests when you felt the tentacle pierce your cervix making way to your womb, the pressure in your stomach snapped sending your body into a frenzy of tingles and a hot flash, “What are you doing?” You gasped grabbing Tamaki’s hair pulling him up, “Hey,” He snapped rubbing his scalp, “calm down, first of all, my tentacles secretes this substance, let’s think of it as an aphrodisiac so that’s why when you had your first orgasm it took you by surprise and when I fuck you I can fill your womb with my seed breeding you like the dumb little cock slut that you are.”

His words were dirty and filthy but his tone came out sweet and promising.

You reached for his cock wrapping your fingers around the shaft jerking him off, “I need you now, please.” You begged him, “Wait a minute, bunny, okay? Don’t you want to make this last?” He asked, chuckling watching your pussy twitch and drool again.

“No!” You rolled your eyes.

“You asked for this, I’m going to give you what you want and you’re going to take it, do you understand me?” He asked, holding your jaw thumbing your bottom lip blindly trying to thrust in you hips snapping wildly against yours battering before he finally slid in bottoming out.

His cock slipped past your cervix easily fucking into you deep and hard feeling just how soft and wet you really are past the normal barrier of your cunt.

Tamaki growled pinning your hips down as he thrust in and out with his head buried in the crook of your neck, his arms now hooked under your armpits pressing your breasts against his chest rubbing your nipples over his rough flesh.

Your poor cunt pulsated around Tamaki’s cock hot and velvety squeezing him, he didn’t want to cum just yet but it was getting to the point where he couldn’t take it anymore so he pulled out despite both of your protests, “I can’t cum just yet.” He said thumbing your pussy apart watching your cum trickle down, he scooped it up and sucked on his fingers groaning.

Tamaki sat between your open legs pressing sweet slow kisses to your inner thighs suckling on the slick flesh from your orgasm, “I don’t want to wait anymore, I don’t care when you cum just fuck me now.”

He laughed again turning his fingers into tentacles once more shoving two of them in your gaping hole at once thinning the muscles straining against the sudden intrusion, “Fuck!” You cried feeling tears stinging your eyes as they streamed down your cheeks.

“I got to get you ready some more, just relax bunny.” He soothed, kissing away your tears shoving them deeper, spreading you open more pumping another round of aphrodisiacs in your dripping cunt, your body went into a paralyzed-like state, liquid ecstasy flowed through your veins drawing your orgasm higher and higher.

Tamaki yanked the tentacles out of you before plunging his cock in feeling you clamp around him sending you into an orgasm that curled your toes and fingers making you cry out loudly, drool dripping down your chin pooling around your neck as your pussy twitched sending Tamaki into his own orgasm losing control of his hips ramming against you chasing his climax.

Your name came out in guttural groan when he filled your womb hot and sticky with his seed over and over until your stomach swelled with his cum leaking out from your pussy.

Tamaki kept fucking you sending both of you into overstimulation, your cum creamy around his dick as you came over and over again pushing Tamaki into his last orgasm, snarling like a wild animal pinning you down ramming his cum in your womb watching your tummy bulge.

He pulled out hearing the wet squelch of your cum soaked pussy. “Are you okay bunny?” Tamaki asked, laying down, pulling you in his arms.

You were fully fucked out, “I’m fine,” You replied snuggling against his chest feeling your eyes droop shut.

Tamaki wrapped his arm around your shoulders pulling you into his chest and placing a chaste kiss on your forehead, “Now you’ll be mine forever.” He whispered.

#tw: dark content #tw: degradation #tw: dumbification #cw: breeding #cw: dubcon #Tamaki Amajiki smut #Amajiki smut #villain Tamaki Amajiki smut #my hero academia smut #mha smut #Amajiki x reader smut #bhna smut #mha x reader #Tamaki x reader smut #tamaki amajiki x reader #Amajiki Tamaki smut

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kotaki · 1 year

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hirogaru sky! pretty cure ♡ ending messages

↳ episode fourteen → cure flora

#aaaaa she said the thing 🎀🌷#precure #hirogaru sky precure #go princess precure #cure flora #haruno haruka #i don't have time to gif the actual episode but there's a lot i want to gif so i'll probably make them tomorrow and queue it for the week #and yes i'm happy the new villain is my favorite type of villain i'm glad yotsuba tamaki can become a precure villain 🙏#i sleep well knowing we're 1 more message away from seeing cure heart again #mygifs #*hgspm

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fan-dweeb · 6 months

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*4 am rooftop convos*

Keigo: do you ever think about, just, dropping everything to run away and maybe get, like, I don’t know, a shelving job to live out the rest of your life?

Touya: …

Keigo: …. Right.

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magewritesstories · 2 months

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Guys, I need Jujutsu Kaisen and My Hero Academia requests, I'm itching to write about them but need ideas! Send in some requests—fluff/headcanons/smau/chatfics—literally anything.

── MAGE

references: my jjk masterlist + my mha masterlist (its a wip) + my main masterlist

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 1 year

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Yandere V+H: Tamaki Amajiki

Henchman material all the way

“Th-that’s the perfect plan, (Y/n)! You always think of the best things.”

he tends to have issues with his self-esteem

Easily idolizing those he feels shine brighter than he

Or in this condition create a darker shadow

He sees you as the best villain

Shakily smiling after you when you praise him for doing his part

He watches how you so effortlessly take down the superheroes with their powerful abilities

All while discovering your powers

But he’ll deny it when he’s teased by the villain’s guild

But he loves your words of encouragement

“Tamaki, you should definitely go pro!”

“No no, I don’t think I would want to could…”

But you’re not the only one to notice his efforts

And on a deeper level, Tamaki isn’t all that concerned with anyone outside of his comfortable bubble

The comfortable bubble that only includes you

So he doesn’t mind all that much when he feels compelled to destroy anything outside of it:

“Congratulations Amajiki you’ve been promoted to professional status! Your new lair will be provided to you after you receive your letter of performance from your former employer. If you want to–”

Tamaki hung up the landline, it didn’t mean all that much when his world was crumbling around him. Promotion? From you? What was better than fighting alongside you? Nothing, he knew that much. His frazzled mind began to swim with what actions might have led to the travesty of this ‘promotion’. Was it his defense during the tech heist? Or the role he played in the destruction of the elite team? Or was it–

*Knock Knock* “Hey, you done in there? We’re on a time crunch y’know? Hahaha, crunch. Get it? Cause your name’s Suneater?”

He slowly slugged out of the phone booth letting a wobbly smile curl on his face as you giggled at your own joke. He couldn’t ask for a better sight. Even in your civilian disguise, you glowed like no other and he wanted nothing more than to power that light.

“I-I’m done.”

“Good, ‘cause my phones blowing up because our partners are calling us!”

Hearing the emphasis on partners, immediately put him back in the working mind. Letting himself hide his blush in the hat as you pulled him along by your hand. The warmth of your fingers in his threatened to activate his tentacles he had sprouted after his takoyaki brunch. He refrained, instead taking stock of the dingy building the crowd gathered in.

“Hey hey!” You released his hand to hug your friend who happened to be invisible jumping up and down which you immediately began to catch up. Leaving Tamaki to internally curse out the invisible fiend that took your attention from him.

“Suneater, congratulations on your promotion you’ll be topping the charts in no time once you get started!”

He shuddered with surprise looking worriedly at you, only to find you were beaming with pride. A far cry from the dejected expression you should have made since your henchman was making a departure from your jurisdiction.

“Yup, that’s my boy! All the calls to the big ones on top really paid off!”

Your jovial confession answered the stabbing question for Tamaki. In the most beautiful, horrible way your encouraging actions sabotaged the future he’s hoped you two would share together.

“Awww are ya sad, Tamaki? Well, you shouldn’t worry as long as (Y/n) stays in the top fifteen you can always be their partner!”

Like a light at the end of the tunnel, Tamaki had a new outlook on his circumstances. At this revelation, he’d never have to leave your side. Nothing had to be changed! It would be perfect he couldn’t help the smile that twitched on his face. You turned to him chuckling behind your hand.

“Was that what you’ve been worrying about today? Of course, I’d love to be partners with you if you don’t mind me.”

“I-I’d love to!”

Exclaiming louder than he meant to he tried to shrink into the collar of his coat as you and your friend laughed before continuing on into the crowd.

The rest of the day was draining, speaking to many different villains both new and old faces. Attending seminars and putting petitions down for different inventors; the day was long and all Tamaki wanted to do was to return home with you. Which would have been the fate of you both if it weren’t for the professional rankings. When the announcer called out your name it wasn’t automatically with his…it was with another.

“In 14th place is a new villain duo: noteworthy ReaderYourName and Hassai Eight Bullets!”

Again the eruption of cheers and hollers as your best headlines were put on the screen along with the other villain’s displayed on the screen. He could feel your worried gaze as an embarrassed huff left your mouth.

“T-Tamaki…I…I’ll be right back..I’m just going to sort this out.”

Leaving your seat he watched as you disappeared behind a wall followed by the villain previously on the screen. His eyes narrowed before following behind.

“Hassai what’s the meaning of this!?”

“Oh please, I told you I’d send in the request. You’re little sidekick got promoted, didn’t he? It shouldn’t be an issue then.”

“That’s not the point!”

Tamaki watched as you went back and forth about the logistics of pulling this off without your consent before it came to a head. Face to face, closer than he would have liked, your face was contorted with anger while Hassai’s was spread with a devious smirk. Outstretching his hand a hum of electrical crystals sparked in your face making you flinch away backing yourself into a corner, letting yourself be caged by the villain.

“It’s not so bad, don’t you think babe? Where you’re weak,” crackling the crystals in your face he leaned closer into you. “I’m strong! We’ll complement each other perfectly!”

Ending on the vowel his mouth stayed open letting his breath fan against your cheek. You worried it would have escalated and so did Tamaki.

“Hey! You’re the lil’ sidekick we’ve been talking about, right? Aww don’t be sad we’ll save it for when they’re back at my lair! Hahaha!”

He leaves joining the crowd as you slowly walked to your henchman with a sorrowful look on your face.

“Tamaki…I’m so sorry.”

Your shame and sorrow came off of you in waves as you kept your eyes lowered but Tamaki took the step forward. Pulling you into a hug he bowed your head into his shoulder as he let himself curl around you, tentacles and all.

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In the weeks following the official rankings, you and Tamaki had not separated. Not long after the convention Hassai failed to follow up on their duties as the villain in the 14th rank leaving the position open for the runner-up.

“Suneater you take the left flank and I’ll take the right! Don’t let that one with the muscles anywhere near here!”

“Got it.”

You both easily fell into your old routine easily evading the heroes and accomplishing your mission. Having finally put the obstacles on your side out of commission you twirled the Transmitter in your hands before hopping back to Tamaki’s location. Coming from across multiple rooftops you landed on the chimney watching as he dominated his opponents sending some crashing to the ground and others suffocating to death. But one stood out to you–stabbed by a crystal that spasmed electrical shocks over the body the method reminded you of someone.

You stood alert as your partner landed next to you prepared to swing you and himself across the rooftops. He was crouched, already in position before looking back to you; more precisely where you were staring.

“What?”

“Oh, it's nothing! By the way, got the transmitter in one piece!”

For Tamaki some change was good. But nothing too drastic…he wouldn’t be able to live otherwise.

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yugiohz · 2 years

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lov trio and tamaki ???

#i love unbothered dabi #he's wearing a mocler because its tacky and expensive and he naturally bought it with the villain budget #bnha #dabi #himiko toga #shigaraki tomura #tamaki amakiji #sketches

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bellow the fire into my deadened lungs

chapter 1 excerpt — what are your thoughts on child abuse? + burncare read full story here

September

Meeting semi-regularly with Hawks has been… ‘Strange,’ Dabi thinks.

The Number Two’s got a bad temper, hates being out of the loop, and hates it more when Dabi can’t be bothered to spare more than a few words at him. Dabi mostly makes Hawks do small jobs — gather bits of mild information and tail certain lower-ranked heroes. Dabi doesn’t ask for any top secrets because he has a feeling Hawks would only feed him lies. ‘Why?’ Because that’s what Dabi does.

But the Bird has interesting thoughts.

Dabi will admit — seeing Hawks’ speech during the Hero Ranking ceremony was wildly entertaining. Dabi assumed the hero had a flair for the dramatic, but he never thought the guy would be so bold to make such a scene on national live television.

“Who’s gonna be happy hearing that? Stain?”

Dabi remembers Spinner’s spit-take at Hawks’ interruption of Edgeshot trying to seem oh, so humble.

“You don’t think we need to change how we do things?... Why are those less accomplished than me playing it safe?”

Dabi remembers the way Toga’s eyes sparkled, the way even Shigaraki started to tilt his head in consideration. Dabi thinks the raining feathers were a bit over the top since the guy was already fucking floating, but he’ll admit it was a nice touch.

But his favorite — “Now, go ahead, Number One Hero, with a lower approval rating than me.”

Dabi actually let out a snort, at that one.

It’s been a few weeks since that broadcast, but ever since, Dabi’s interest in the hero has been considerably piqued.

He sent Hawks a set of coordinates and a time to meet about an hour ago. He’s late himself, but only by thirty minutes, and, well, he’s a villain.

He immediately spots the stupid little bird because, in an industrial town full of grey, that stupid yellow suit is an absolute eyesore.

“You don’t own any other clothes, Hero?”

Back turned, with only crimson wings in his view, Dabi hoped the guy would have jumped. Dabi’s been told he can be as quiet as a ghost, but then he remembers Hawks telling him something about telepathic feathers and sound vibration.

“Dabi!” Hawks twirls halfway with that stupid grin of his, “You’re actually early. For you.”

“Say my name louder, would you. Might as well dial up the Commission right now and let ‘em know you turned, while you’re at it,” The words are worried, but Dabi’s tone stays neutral because they both know the Commission is already informed about every single one of their meetings. It’s just Hawks who thinks Dabi’s dumb as rocks.

“We’re in a literal alleyway in one of the sketchiest towns in Japan, dude.”

“Tch,” Dabi’s nose scrunches in a sneer, ‘Of course he’d consider this town to be sketchy, just because it’s a little run down.’

Hawks scratches at the back of his head, “Though, I guess you got a point. I — uh, heh, I didn’t have time to change. Patrol and all.”

Dabi deadpans, “You can spare ten minutes. It’s not gonna kill you,” and Hawks still looks weirdly apologetic so he adds on, “Birdy, you’re acting like I’m the one who’s gonna be waitin’ up on you. Has that been the trend, so far?”

“You know, now that you bring it up…” And Dabi just thinks, ‘oh, Gods, no,’ while Hawks puts a gloved finger to his chin, “Why are you always late?”

Dabi doesn’t answer.

Hawks puts his hands up in mock surrender, “Alright, fine. Be mysterious, whatever,” Then clasps his hands behind his back. Dabi thinks that’ll be the end of that, but Hawks loves the sound of his own voice too much, “You villains are so dramatic.”

Dabi gapes, and lays his hand over his chest in offense, “I’m dramatic?” He scoffs — he cannot stand half the shit that comes out of this smart-ass’s mouth. His hand leaves his chest to point at the Number Two, “This coming from the guy that not only interrupted a rank ceremony but made it rain feathers while he did it? Braggin’ about his own approval rating while floating in the fuckin’ air?”

And — ‘oh shit’ — Dabi should have kept his mouth shut.

Because he sees the bastard’s golden eyes fucking gleam, and crimson feathers ruffle, “Eh? You keepin’ tabs on me, Hot Stuff?” and he starts to lean in, close enough for Dabi to feel the need to reel back, his nose a mere inch away from Dabi’s own, “Ya like watchin’ me?” Pale eyelashes flutter.

Dabi’s had enough.

He hears a muffled ‘oomph!’ as his scarred hand pushes Hawks’ face away, “Don’t fuckin’ flatter yourself, the ceremony was national news.”

Hawks pulls back and laughs a little. It’s a breathy sound, almost a rumble with how deep the guy’s voice is, but it’s always quiet. Tired.

Dabi’s stomach chooses that moment to let out a loud and horrifying grumble.

Hawks’ bushy eyebrow lifts in question, and Dabi can feel the blood gather in his cheeks, humiliation warming his usually cool skin.

“So, there is a reason you look like a bag of bones,” Hawks says.

Dabi knows the guy is trying to be cheeky, but it hits harder than intended because, ‘Yeah, I haven’t eaten all fuckin’ day,’ and the only thing he does remember eating is cheap instant udon, yesterday. He put a boiled egg in it for protein, but that stuff only goes so far.

Luckily, Hawks continues without needing a response from Dabi, “C’mon, I’m hungry, too, and I saw a chicken place around here. On me, the place is probably cheap, anyway, considering,” and waves his hand around broadly, referring to their current location.

Usually, this is the part where ‘Person B’ says something like, ‘I don’t need your charity!’ but Dabi isn’t prideful enough to deny free sustenance, especially since he can’t even remember the last time he ate real meat.

So, he shrugs, “Lead the way. But first, button up your fuckin’ jacket and take off your glasses, for fuck’s sake. I know you can move your feathers, so — I dunno, move ‘em under your jacket, or somethin’. Hide them.”

And Hawks actually has the audacity to pout, “I hate compressing my wings.”

“Gods,” Dabi groans to the sky, “It’s just for the walk there.”

After grumbling some more, mostly to himself, Hawks relents and leads the way to a mostly empty chicken shop with neon signs and shiny wooden floors. They sit in a booth at the farthest corner, and order.

Hawks is somewhat right — food is cheap in a town like this. Dabi’s not well-versed in all things economics, but he knows an underfunded town is a wanted-villain’s safest haven. The residents of such towns rarely call for police — police mean heroes, and heroes mean collateral damage; the residents of this town already struggle to make ends meet with their healthy bodies and standing businesses. One bad fight can end in dozens of collapsed buildings, and an overflow of the nearest already-at-capacity hospital.

‘As long as you don’t cause too much trouble, the residents here won’t even bat an eye at you, no matter how wanted you are.’

Dabi takes off his facemask and hood when their food is served, and Hawks lets his wings out with a ruffle. The hero begins to dig in, but his gloves stay on.

“Isn’t this cannibalism, for you?”

The previous expression of excitement on Hawks’ face drops, “Ha ha. You’re so clever. I’ve never heard that one before.”

“Fuck off.”

“No, seriously, you should be a comedian.”

“Go to hell. It was actually a semi-serious question.”

A smile quirks at the corner of Hawks’ lips, “Just let me eat in peace, man.”

And so, they eat for a bit, mostly in silence, until Dabi decides the silence feels suffocating. Hawks isn’t asking any questions, not his usual, ‘so whaddya got for me, today?’ and it leaves Dabi with his own thoughts.

After finishing about half his plate, Dabi finally asks what’s been on his mind since watching the Bird on television.

“What are your thoughts on child abuse?”

Hawks freezes, a chicken piece halfway through his open mouth when he looks up at Dabi, muffling out, “What?”

Dabi lets his chin rest on his palm, curling his greasy fingers inwards to avoid his seams, “Humor me, Hero. Got a penny if ya need one.”

Hawks swallows and puts down his fork — ‘eating chicken wings with fuckin’ utensils, what a priss.’

“Uh, gonna need a little bit more context here, man…”

He looks so wary.

Dabi sighs and spells it out for the dumb bird, “What would you do, as a hero, if you received a report of child abuse?”

Hawks takes a moment, scratching at his goatee, “Well, investigate, then hopefully make an arrest,” He shrugs, “Abusers should be jailed. I dunno what you want from me beyond that. Random question, dude.”

Dabi, more or less, ignores the confusion in Hawks’ eyes, but he does take note of how Hawks hasn’t continued eating. The hero is sat back, waiting for Dabi to provide the clearly missing context.

Dabi has to know what kind of person he’s dealing with, because meeting Hawks this past month and seeing his actions on live television make Dabi… tentatively hopeful — about what, he’s not sure, but Dabi doesn’t like surprises, so he has to ask.

“Mm. But, what if that same abuser shows kindness to everyone else, outside those few people?”

At that, Hawks lets out a scoff, “It’s usually an act, man. Why are you asking me this? I mean, like, yes, yeah it doesn’t matter if they treat others differently. Doesn’t make up for what they’re doing, the people they’re hurting.”

“Uh-huh,” Dabi’s eyes never leave Hawks’ face, noting the expressive curl of blonde eyebrows, bushed up in earnest to match his glinting frown, “And if other people are, say, ‘counting on them’?”

Those blond eyebrows furrow closer, wild hairs almost touching, “What do you mean?”

Dabi tilts his head away from the palm it rests on and unfurls those fingers one-by-one to count off, “World leaders, presidents, peace figures.... heroes,” and even Dabi knows his voice took a sharp turn at the last item, and he doubts Hawks had missed it.

“I… No, no, it’s still wrong. It’s complicated, yeah, but... it doesn’t matter how much good someone does if that same person is going off to abuse someone else. Especially their own family.”

Dabi doesn’t know why, but hearing that come from a hero does something to him, speaks to a too-short past life, and validates the soft blindspot of his otherwise iron conscience.

Dabi picks off a piece of his own chicken and takes a bite, “Yeah, we’ll see.”

Meanwhile, Hawks looks completely out of sorts. He’s biting his lip, his hand coming up to rub the knuckle of his gloved index right underneath it.

Dabi waits.

“I… I didn’t spend a lot of my life with my birth parents. They were abusive. And they were… y’know, what everyone would call ‘bad people’. Drug addicts, thieves. Probably other things, too, I dunno,” and Dabi is listening to every single word, food completely forgotten. Hawks isn’t looking at him, lidded eyes are directed more towards Dabi’s shoulder, and that’s okay because Dabi hasn’t spoken a single word of his own abuse, so he’s not going to judge how others do it.

The blond’s head shakes, “Ah,” and clearing gold eyes look back to Dabi, “Point is, even they didn’t face consequences for what they did to me. My dad… He’s in jail, but it’s not for what he did to me. And my mom… Commission paid her a hefty check to adopt me, so she's probably off living an even better life — or maybe dead from overdose, I dunno.”

“Sounds hard,” it’s a shitty response, but Dabi doesn’t know what to say. He doesn’t want to reveal his own story, but for all that’s broken and wrong and rotted inside of him, he still feels empathy towards this guy, towards the Number Two Hero.

‘Birds of a feather, ‘n all that.’

“Yeah, well. Just makes me think, if apparently ‘bad people’ can get away with the crime of child abuse — people with practically zero social or economic influence — then, how do the same institutions hold someone with real status accountable?”

Against his desire to appear aloof, Dabi feels the sharp tug of his own lips pulling into a small smile, “Askin’ all the right questions. Best ones have no answer.”

Hawks laughs, and it's the same one as the alley, low and quiet. Soft.

Dabi wonders if the guy lets himself laugh often. He smiles a lot, that’s for certain, but smiles are always easier to fake than laughter.

“I have a feeling a lot of villains have this kind of backstory, or something similar, huh.”

“As you?” Dabi raises a brow, the easiest kind of expression he can do to the lack of staples there, a constant reminder of his ‘backstory,’ like he’s a fucking manga character, “Maybe. ‘Cept they weren’t saved by anyone. No one’s jumpin’ up and down to take care of us. That’s the difference between us,” his index finger flicking back-and-forth in the space between them, “Heroes ‘n villains.”

The laugh that leaves Hawks is wrong this time. It’s bitter and booming — dark, and not nearly as lovely as Dabi found the others.

“Saved. Yeah. Yeah, you’re right.”

Dabi’s stomach churns something sick. He hopes it’s the chicken.

The next time Dabi is supposed to meet Hawks, the skin around the staples of his hands feels like it’s on fire. Red, itchy, and, ‘Oh Gods,’ Dabi thinks he’s starting to see something white seep out the seam of his right wrist.

He used up the last of his supplies two weeks ago. Right now, the only things he has in his apartment are gauze, soap, and tap water that can be boiled.

Dabi thinks about calling one of the League members, any of them, but after Kamino, there’s been wanted posters of their faces plastered everywhere, mostly definitely around cities nice enough to have open pharmacies.

He calls Hawks.

“Hello! Where are ya, hot stuff? I’ve been waitin’ for half an hour, and I even took the time to change my clothes.”

Dabi rolls his eyes at the nickname and grips the phone tighter. It makes his wrist burn. He doesn’t waste any time, “Do you have access to any antiseptics or disinfectants right now? Strong ones. Or maybe even antibiotics, like silver sulfadiazine?”

“Burn cream? Uh… not, like, I don’t have any on me. I could get some? Is everything alright?”

Dabi closes his eyes and rubs his brow, “Yeah, I’m gonna send you some new coordinates. Bring the supplies here. And hurry.”

He hangs up and sets to boiling some water.

Three loud knocks later echo through Dabi’s apartment, and he yells, “Come in!” as he pats his wrists dry with a paper towel.

“Dabi?” Hawks’ voice rings through the apartment and his large wings come into view from where Dabi stands in the kitchen. Hawks takes his shoes off at the entryway — ‘how well mannered.’ — and perks up when he spots the scarred man.

“Hey! So, I got an assortment of things. Hydrogen peroxide, saline, antibacterial ointment, got the silver sulfadiazine like you asked — that shit is expensive without a coupon — and, oh! I got these, like, film coverings, pharmacist calls ‘em ‘nanocrystalline silver dressing’ , supposed to be better for fighting infection,” He shrugs, “I also went ahead and got some other things like gauze, dressing, Q-tips, pins,” and sets the plastic bag on the countertop, “Here, take a look.”

Dabi does, with his eyes because he doesn’t want his freshly cleaned wrists getting even more infected with whatever bacteria could be on the plastic bag or any of these items.

“... Damn. Thanks, Birdy,” He’s honestly shocked Hawks got this much stuff.

He ignores the way his heart beats faster, ‘Might finally be the sepsis.’

When Dabi looks back up at the guy, his feathers are wiggling again, something Dabi has come to understand what the hero does when he’s somewhat pleased, “Uh, can you wash your hands over there in the sink and pull out the… Hm, the silver dressing, white dressing, and the gauze? Just set it on the counter, I’ll be right back.”

Dabi walks over to his bathroom, hearing the affirmative, “Sure!” from the hero, and closes the door with his elbow.

He needs a minute.

‘I can’t believe I just let an undercover hero into my apartment. Am I going to have to move? Fuck… fuck, fuck!’

“Shit,” he whispers to himself as he opens his medicine cabinet and fetches a pair of tweezers and a box of latex gloves.

‘I can’t believe he bought all that stuff. Dude’s loaded, that’s fine and all, but… what the fuck? I only asked for the burn cream…’

Dabi shakes his head, closes the medicine cabinet, and is greeted with the reflection of his own confused expression, etched by a small crack at the upper left side. He takes a minute to look at the man staring back at him, looking at his scars and his freshly dyed roots. He knows he’s a frightening sight, something out of nightmares and horror movies.

He hates looking at himself, sometimes. He knows others do, too.

Some nights, the vulnerability of his upsettingly-human psyche will claw its way out like the vicious beast it is, and force him to understand his loneliness. On those nights, he will understand why people turned away a half-dead teen, why store owners chased him out with their bats and mops, and why heroes will always, always attack on-sight upon seeing Dabi’s face.

He will understand why the League’s bar is really the one place he can ever sip his drink in peace and enjoy the burn at the back of his throat without some prick trying to slip him paper bills in exchange for things he can’t even say out loud. On those nights, the righteous anger will leave his body like steam from boiling water, and leave him hollow and cold and so, very, very alone.

He wonders if tonight will be one of those nights.

“Uh, Dabi? You alright in there?”

Dabi blinks out and away from his reflection, ‘Maybe not,’ and leaves his bathroom.

When he comes back to the kitchen, all the supplies he asked for are out and ready to use. Hawks sits on Dabi’s only stool, waiting.

Dabi didn’t get a chance to really look at the guy, until now. The hero did end up changing his attire for tonight — black sweatshirt, normal jeans that are still on the baggier side, and black boots closer to the kind in fashion magazines than those hideously yellow rainboots he normally tends to wear. When Dabi lifts his eyes back up, he notices the hero’s hair looks a bit different, a little more chaotic, and a little less stiff — it looks soft.

‘Oh, pull it fucking together.’

Dabi clears his throat and hands over the box of latex gloves, “Do you mind helping me out? I just need you to do this wrist, and then I can work on the other.”

Hawks is nodding and stretching the gloves over his hands before Dabi even finishes his sentence.

“Y’know, your place isn’t anything like I’d thought it’d be. ‘S nice. Clean.”

Dabi hears a snap! and a muttered, “shit.”

He opens his mouth to ask what’s wrong before he looks at Hawks’ hand, and sees matte black claws curving out fingers loosely lined with tattered blue latex.

“Oh.”

“Heh,” Hawks laughs, a bit nervously, “Sorry ‘bout that. My own gloves are so thick, I forget I have these.”

“Why am I just now seeing these?” Dabi wonders out loud, eyes glued to the tips of talons he could have sworn that, for a split second, sparkled at him, “Shit. Those are fucking sharp, man. You’re tellin’ me you don’t fight with ‘em?” He doesn’t really pay attention to broadcasts of hero fights but from the ones he’s seen, the Number Two’s hands were always gloved.

“Ah,” Hawks starts to pull a fresh latex glove over his hand again, leaving some space between the ends of each finger for his talons this time, “That wouldn’t be very heroic, would it? There’d be a lot of… blood. Kids don’t need to see that kind of gore in the news, y’know.”

Dabi raises an eyebrow, “I… guess....”

Honestly, Dabi thinks that’s a bullshit excuse, to not use something so clearly advantageous in serious combat, especially when the hero's life is on the line practically every day, ‘Even if he doesn’t want to use them, why does he cover them?’

He lets the matter be, for now, and looks over the directions on the box of the nanocrystalline silver dressing. He reads it twice, just to make sure.

Hawks speaks up, apparently needing to hear his own voice again, “The directions say that for exudative wounds, you should apply the dressing dry.”

“Yeah, I see that.”

“So... Let’s get started!”

Dabi huffs. He hates that he needs help but he’s always been shit with his right hand, and he doesn’t want to risk dropping anything. He lays his left hand out towards Hawks and critically watches every move the man makes.

Hawks is extremely gentle, and he dresses the wound as if he’s done this a thousand times over. The hero’s eyes never leave Dabi’s wrist, except for the few times he’d go over and read the instructions again to make sure he’s doing everything right. He cradles Dabi’s forearm with one hand as he uses the other to smooth the silver dressing on, the pressure of his fingers light around the staples and firm around the skin. After he applies the secondary dressing, he briefly looks up at Dabi to ask, “You alright?”

Dabi can only nod.

When the gauze is wrapped and firmly pinned in place, Hawks finally lets go and Dabi takes a step back to breathe.

He immediately sets to work on his other hand, moistening the silver dressing with the clean water he’d boiled earlier on.

“You sure you don’t want help with the other hand? I’ve been trained in this kinda stuff, first aid. I don’t mind.”

‘Well, that explains a little.’

Still, Dabi shakes his head, “I prefer to do it myself,” and there’s truth in that, it’s the absolute truth, Dabi likes to do things himself. He likes things done his way, and he doesn’t like being touched.

But the gentle feeling of Hawks’ fingers on his skin urges him to reconsider.

He won’t, but some part of him wishes he would.

As he starts to apply the silver dressing with his tweezers, he hears Hawks ask, “Can I ask you something really personal? Like, probably boundary-crossing?”

Dabi’s eyes never leave his working hands, “You got a lot of nerve, Birdbrain, thinkin’ we’re cool like that.”

He hears a small squawk, “C’mon, dude! I’m in your apartment, per your request! I think we’re along the lines of something, ‘like that’.”

Dabi snorts, “I won’t stop you, but don’t be surprised if I tell you to fuck off.”

Hawks laughs — the same small breathy one that makes Dabi’s own mouth quirk up.

Hawks asks why his body is full of scars.

And Dabi… Well, every passing day, Dabi feels himself getting closer to death and, tonight, it makes his lips a little loose. Maybe he just wants someone to know his story, maybe he wants to try saying it out loud. And if he’s gonna tell his tale, it might as well be in the company of his favorite little double-agent.

When he finishes wrapping up the gauze around his right wrist, he digs for the cigarette packet deep in his pocket, takes out a stick, and lights it up.

“My father,” He begins, “He’s the reason I’m like this, the reason I look like this, act this way. I know the whole ‘daddy issues’ thing is overrated but, well,” He shrugs, not daring to look up from his apartment floor. He takes another puff, the nicotine in his veins calming him, the smoke down his throat grounding him. He remembers his conviction, “That man took everything from me, left me like this, and he only ever got rewarded.”

He briefly glances at Hawks, the man’s gold eyes filled with an empathetic sorrow that only people like them could give each other, “I’m sorry.”

Dabi shakes his head and looks away, because he can’t deal with this, can’t have someone looking at him like that, not after all these years, “Not your fault. Nothing to be sorry for.”

“He’ll burn,” Hawks says, and Dabi sees the man’s fists clench from the corner of his eye, “Wherever he is, one way or another, he’ll burn.”

Dabi doesn’t know what kind of feelings are running through the hero right now. He thinks that maybe if he looks up, he might see.

‘Is he angry? Is it for me? Does he pity me, feel sorry for me? Is he triggered by my story the way I was by his? Or is he just telling me what he thinks I want to hear?’ — but Dabi doesn’t want to see.

Because if Hawks only knew who Dabi’s father was, who made him like this, and did this to him, he doesn’t want to know if the hero would look at him the same way gold eyes do now.

“I don’t wanna talk about this anymore, Birdy.”

Dabi walks over to his worn-out couch and sits down with a tired sigh. Hawks follows.

For the next ten minutes, Dabi relays small bits and pieces of League information to Hawks, and the hero returns with tidbits of hero business.

It honestly just feels like a way to fill the time.

When a moment of silence reaches them, and Dabi’s cigarette has burned all the way through the filter, Dabi speaks up about something he kept quiet to himself last time, “Say, since you asked me a deeply personal question, grant me the same privilege?”

“Sure, as long as I get the same privilege of tellin’ you to fuck off if I want.”

Dabi snorts and ashes his cigarette, tilts his head towards the hero.

“Was I wrong? Back then, about the Commission saving you?”

He sees Hawks bite his lips and sink deeper into the sofa cushions, tilting his head back. He sighs, “You’re an observant fucker, aren’t you?”

Dabi smirks, “What villain isn’t?”

“The ones that get caught.”

And at that, Dabi barks a laugh and is honestly shocked at the sound of it. He thinks Hawks is, too, by the way his blond eyebrows round up, and his previously conflicted eyes soften.

Hawks lifts one of his clawed hands up, and if Dabi didn’t know better, he’d think the gesture was some kind of show-and-tell, but at the way Hawks’ own eyes glaze over his talons, Dabi thinks the movement is more for the hero’s own comfort.

“I lied earlier, about the reason I don’t fight with my claws,” Hawks finally says, softly, almost as if he were speaking to himself.

Dabi knows to keep quiet.

“I do care about wanting kids to live in a safer world, to… spare them. Of the horrific consequences that come from battles, traumatizing images ‘n all that stuff. Of course, I care about that. But… But I know my abilities. If allowed, I know I’d be able to use my claws in ways that wouldn’t end in some kind of, fucking , feral episode.”

Dabi’s eyebrows slowly knit together, “Allowed?”

Golden eyes flick over to Dabi’s and the vulnerability swirling in them makes the scarred man want… something.

To gasp, reach out, put his own wrapped hands over the talons, and warm them up a bit, just — something.

He’s horrified at these new and intrusive thoughts.

Instead of doing anything, he waits.

“The Commission,” Hawks drops his hand to his lap and averts his eyes there, “They have an image of what they believe society wants a hero to look like, along with other things. They… told me they were ‘correcting’ my flaws.”

There’s a beat of heavy, waiting silence.

“They appreciate my quirk — it’s strong and versatile, good for offense, defense, rescue — stuff like that. But they don’t… They hate my raptor genes, the mutations. Like, the only thing I’m allowed to have and show are my wings — everything else has to be hidden or removed. I’m a mutant, but I have to do everything I can to look as ‘humane’ as possible.”

‘What is even considered ‘humane’, in a society of quirked-people?’

Dabi is immediately reminded of his hatred towards hero society, “Shit, what the fuck, Birdy. Is that why you wear those stupid-ass gloves?”

Hawks sends a bitter and sad smile to Dabi, “Was the only way to convince them to let me keep my talons. They used to clip ‘em or file them down, but that fucking hurts and they grow back wrong, so. Yeah, got these gloves and told them I’ll never take ‘em off.”

“Tch,” Dabi feels so disgusted right now, at the people who run this society, “So they make you nice ‘n pretty for everyone to look at while they profit of’a’ya. Sick.”

“Yeah, well,” Hawks huffs a laugh, and it’s the one that makes Dabi feel sick to his stomach, “I’m the Number Two Hero, with my own agency! All at the tender age of twenty-four — oops, sorry, twenty-two, Commission fudged my age to make me look even more impressive. An eighteen-year-old success story is prettier than a twenty-year-old one.”

Bile threatens to well up in Dabi’s throat at that — the effort to make this hero fit into society’s obsession with the ‘barely legal’ trope.

“I should be grateful, right?” Hawks bitterly smiles, “Everybody wants to fuck me and every hero wants to be me.”

“Fuck outta here if you’re gonna talk like that, Birdbrain.”

Pink lips bite themselves into a smile, one so much more shy and on the edge of mischievous, “Wanna see my feet?”

“What the fuck?”

He does. He really does.

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Hawks x Dabi x Reader

"Hey Feather"

Hawks says landing onto the balcony of your shared apartment. The winged hero looks around but doesn't see you sitting in your usual spot.

"Feather?" He calls out again hoping for a response this time. Walking into the bedroom he pushes the creaky door as it opens up to reveal you and Dabi playing on your PS5.

"Touya? Why the fuck are you in my house?" Hawks says getting furious. His wings begin to shake out of anger letting some of his feather fall in the process.

"Oh hey birdbrain" Dabi says, not averting his gaze away from the screen of your flat screen tv. The stitched villain shrugs "I just invited myself over. Y/N seemed bored anyways"

A moment of silence goes by and until the winged hero storms off slamming the door behind him. The slam started you making you jump. Gazing at the villain you decide to speak first. "I should probably go check on him". You get up and open the bedroom door letting it creak open like before. You walk into the living room and glance onto the balcony. The hero was perched on the edge peering over the busy Tokyo cross walk.

You wrap your arms around his waist attempting to comfort him but he shoves your arms away from his waist before speaking.

"Why him out of all people? Why hang out with him?"

"We were just playing a game keigo, what's the big deal?"

The man is now in mid air flying 2 inches away from the balcony facing you, he has fear in his eyes. You've never seen that before. Usually he would be holding a smile onto his face but now..?

"What's the big deal? The big deal is Y/N since you dont see the potential danger you're in right now, is that you let a WANTED VILLAIN into our house to play video games?!"

"You let Dabi into our house all the time before? What's the difference now huh?"

Anger begins to grow in both of you. Letting the atmosphere thicken so thick that you can cut it with a knife.

"The difference is that...well the difference is..."

Keigo sputters.

"SPIT IT OUT KEIGO"

You yell at the man

"THE DIFFERENCE IS THAT IM IN LOVE WITH HIM!"

He covers his mouth after letting his true feeling show. Touya walks around the corner slowly clapping at his confession.

"Well done keigo now the truth is out"

You stare at keigo in shock at what he just confessed. Too many things going through your mind at once giving you a major headache.

"W-what do you mean?"

Keigo looks down in shame. Not wanting to make eye contact with you he apologizes in a small whisper

"I'm sorry Y/N"

Tears swell in your eyes as you push past Dabi who was standing behind you. You put on your shoes grab your phone and begin to walk out of your apartment. With no specific destination to go you roam the streets hoping that the tiredness would wear off eventually.

"Ugh what am I doing? I don't even know where i'm heading to."

You stop in front of a bar named "Rum on the Rocks"

"Ehh it wouldn't hurt to have just one drink"

At the end of the night you ended up having 5 in total.

"Alright I'll take it from here" you hear someone say from behind you. He takes you by under the arms and drags you off the stool you sat at.

"Your a fucking idiot you know that right?" Says a familiar voice. While trying but terribly failing at trying to look at the man your vision become blurry.

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Heyo👋🏽 Can I request Lee!Hawks and Ler!villain (lots of wings and thigh tickles pretty please with a 🍒 on top) I really love Tomo❤️ I don’t how, but he owns my heart already and you only wrote 2 fics with him

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My Hero Academia: Chicken Wings

AYRODKWNDI Yall known I'm WEAK for Lee Hawks 🥹❤️ Thank you so much for the ask! I LOVED writing this one. I kinda went off a little on plot, oops 🤭 Tomo is proving to be a tricky sod to deal with! 😈

Summary: An unknown hacker gets Hawks attention one evening, when they come face to face the next day, Hawks is in for a ticklish shock.

Lee!Hawks, Ler!Villain oc

Tw: None.

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Static crackled slightly in Hawks ear as he got a call from a sidekick. It was late, dark and cold outside by now. Not many people out and about.

"Nice work tonight, Hawks. Go ahead and head home if you want. We'll let you know if we need your backup."

"Rrrodger that." Hawks sighed as he swooped over the neighbourhood, covering his mouth as a loud yawn forced its way up. "Geez... Past my bedtime now." He chuckled to himself before cringing as a sudden high-pitched ringing shot through his earbud. "What the heck?"

"Hey, Hawks? Can you hear me okay?" An unfamiliar voice.

"Who is this? This is a private line, buddy." Hawks rolled his eyes, landing swiftly on a building nearby, rubbing his tired eyes for a moment as he let his wings droop.

"Oh, yeah I know. Not very secure though. The firewall was easy to get through." The voice responded, sounding very relaxed and casual about admitting to hacking into the line.

"Uh-huh. I'm gonna have to ask you to stop talking now. This is an emergency only channel."

"Oh, it's an emergency. Well, it will be tomorrow. I haven't done it yet, heheh."

Tomorrow? Was this a confession to a crime? Hawks narrowed his eyes, growing concerned.

"What are you going to do?"

"I've rounded up some uh- unpleasant people who need a stern talking to. I don't like violence, but I'm going to make sure they learn their lesson. Kay? I just need you to be there to grab them when I'm done."

Hawks head rolled back as he sighed loudly, he gets grumpy when he's tired. "And you're not going to tell me when or where you're going to do it, are you?"

"Nope. But I'll be dropping them off at a certain location, just for you Hawksy~."

The unknown hacker proceeded to tell Hawks when and where he would find the victims the next day. And sure enough, there they were.

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The day after Hawks had encountered the hacker and rounded up the victims, who all seemed to be awfully out of breath when he found them in a downtown wear house, he was back out patrolling the city again when he was surrounded by a group of fans.

"Hehey guys, one at a time. Oooh, nice quirk kiddo!" He beamed, enjoying the company of his fans when his wings suddenly tingled, sensing an odd presence. He looked around, spotting a boy in the crowd smiling at him, though it wasn't just a friendly smile. It was a knowing smile.

That's the hacker. It has to be.

With that in mind, Hawks gently shifted through the group towards the suspect, who immediately dipped the second Hawks took a step closer.

"Hey! Ugh, sorry guys, I gotta go!" He opened his wings, took off and sped down the street towards the boy as he ran. "Got ya!" He managed to grab the boy's arms, swooping him off the ground and high into the air.

"Woah! Woah! Aah! Hey!" In a panic, the boy flailed, trying grab onto Hawks coat.

"Quit moving, we need to talk."

"Damn... All I did was smile." He pouted in response. "What do you wanna talk about? The weather?"

Hawks rolled his eyes, continuing to carry the kid as they chatted. "I want to know how you managed to hack into my work channel. That's some serious rule breaking kid."

The kid smirked. "Wasn't me." He gave Hawks another smile, a big toothy grin this time. "You got nothing to prove it was me either."

"I know it was you. Trust me."

"Nope. I'm innocent. I suggest you put me down before I report you for kidnapping." He smirked. "Or worse, before we crash land." He made one swift movement in the air with his fingers, making Hawks wings suddenly falter in flight as they shuddered.

"Hey! What was that? Was that you kid?" The bird man questioned, worried there was something wrong with his wings.

"Yeeeah. That was me~ Fly a little lower, will ya? I don't think a fall from this height would end well." The boy deadpanned, starting to play the piano in the air.

Hawks gasped, feeling a flurry of tickles run up and down the inside of his thighs. The sensation made him giggle, suddenly dipping in altitude as he lost his focus. "Kihid! Stop that! This is so dangerous! Aha!"

"Then. Fly. Lower~" Each word is accompanied by another poke, this time on the hero's stomach.

"Okahay! Okay! Stop!" Hawks ungracefully started his descent, struggling to keep his wings in flight mode as the tickles gave his brain the fuzzies. Hawks managed to get closer to a rooftop, clumsily setting the boy down before tumbling across the surface, landing on his backside.

"Hah... Damn it kid! That was a real stupid move!" He stood, not bothering to dust himself off as he advanced on the troublemaking lad as he stood innocently smiling.

"Awww, you mad at me? I'm 'weal 'sowwy."

"You're coming with me, for your safety, we can't have you hacking into such important channels."

The boy sighed, rolling his eyes. "You stress way too much, hero. I wish you'd smile for real more. Your media smile isn't it."

Hawks narrowed his eyes, he didn't like how aware this boy was of Hawks feelings. Those were supposed to be a secret. "I just don't want you getting into the vigilante business. It's not safe."

"Mmmhm," He smirked, casually making squeezing gestures with his thumb and index finger. "How original. Do tell me more." The sarcasm in his voice made it very clear he wasn't interested in listening.

Hawks stammered, feeling a tickly sensation just above his knees. A swift repetitive pinching that turned his legs into insta-jelly.

"W-Wahait! Oh geez, ohoho no! No tihickling! Nahahaha!" He crumbled to the ground, hugging his knees to his chest reactively as the tickling continued. "Gehet off!"

"I'm not touching you~ Hehe, silly bird. How about we try out these juicy drumsticks? Coochie, coochie, coo~" The ticklish sensations shifted upwards, over the birds other thighs before swooping inward, skittering up and down the insides.

"Juicy? GYAH! Noho! Kihihid! Not my thihighs! Ahahaha!" Hawks rolled on his front, his backside in the air as he clamped his hands between his thighs. His enormous wings flapped and shuddered wildly, sending gusts of wind out with each beat. Get too close and you'd have a black eye.

"Woah, quite the breeze you're whipping up there, birdy. Maybe I should sort out those chicken wings~" As he watched Hawks's expression turn to one of horror, the tickles suddenly switched to his wings, pinching at the first joint after they connected to his back.

"Nononono! Wait! AAAAHAHAHAAA- *snort* NOHO! Nohoho! Stahahap ihihit! Pleeeehehehease!" A snort ripped from the birds throat as he rolled onto his back, his wings batting against the floor as they flailed.

"Woooah! I got a snort from the number two pro hero! Awesome." The boy taunted, making clawing gestures as he made himself comfortable on the floor, he was planning on being here for a while. The clawed fingers made scratching sensations down the length of the wing membrane, the fact Hawks couldn't even grab at any hands to stop it was maddening.

"Plehehease! Aha- *snort* M-Mehehercy! HAHAHA!" His head flew back, sending his visor clattering over the roof slabs as he squeezed his eyes shut, ticklish tears being pushed out and down his cheeks.

"My, my, you are a lovely shade of red now, aren't ya? Hehe. It matches your wings nicely." The boy chuckled, commenting on the state of Hawks's cheeks and ears. "Damn, I think I've fallen for you, Hawks. Such a pretty smile~" He chuckled, playfully spidering his tickles over Hawks's tummy to give him a breather.

"Hah... Haha... T-Tihime out! Stop... Ahaha! S-Stohop!" The hero's laughter turned bubbly and hiccupy as he hugged his stomach. "Y-You're not my type. Haha." He smirked through his foggy vision.

"Oh! I see how it is. Tickle punishment for you then, pretty boy." He grinned, going to town on Hawks's wings again, mercilessly clawing and scribbling over every inch, between every feather. At this rate, Hawks was going to combust.

"AAAAAAH! HEHEHELP!" He pleaded before his laughter went silent, only a snort or hiccupy breath breaking the silence. His legs kicked, hips bucking randomly as he wriggled and flailed, helpless to stop the tickling torment.

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After almost half an hour of relentless tickling, it finally stopped. Hawks was sprawled on his back, gulping shaky breaths of air. Ghost tickles still torment his entire body. His hair stuck to his brow as he hiccuped, rubbing the tears of mirth from his eyes. He was even more exhausted than before.

"Y-You.... Little.... Hah..." He turned his head, looking at where the boy had been sat, only to discover he was gone. How long ago did he leave? How did Hawks not notice? How long was he being tickled when the boy wasn't even here? But most importantly, who was he?

For now, none of that mattered. All this bid wanted was to get home and sleep.

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