Hawks: Fire is my only weakness.
Dabi: Yeah. Fire is everyone's weakness. It's fucking fire.
Hawks: ...even yours...
Hawks: Fire is my only weakness.
Dabi: Yeah. Fire is everyone's weakness. It's fucking fire.
Hawks: ...even yours...
Twice : is letting someone win at chess sapiosexual bottoming?
Kurogiri : does anyone in this godforsaken group ever think before they speak?
In Germany there's the word "dabei" which means "with you" (do you have that with you - hast du das dabei) translation could be slightly off <3
And if you look closely and ignore the "e", you'll get dabi
And thats the only thing keeping me going, man
It’s just the two of them. The room's silence filled with dirty noises rebounding off the walls. Sloppy kisses, teeth clacking, hands roaming the expanse of malnourished bodies. Touching, feeling, wanting to be closer and closer. Close enough to taste each other’s breath, skin igniting with lust and need.
It was whorish. Each noise echoing, the praising words mingled with unspoken words. Good boy. You’re so good. The words bouncing around skulls and filling every pore. A cacophony of words, all coming together like jigsaw pieces.
Shigaraki’s mouth was slick with saliva, his lips bitten and chewed by the man below him. Dabi was much the same, blood leaking from under the scars below his eyes. Shigaraki wiped it away with his thumb, another kiss joining the ranks. It was beautiful, amazing and so freeing. They had done this multiple times, calling it friends with benefits, it was something more though.
The soft touches beforehand, the gentle kisses on sweat covered foreheads. Hands grabbing hips and combing through locks of hair. Back scratches. Short-lived touches as one brushes past another. Glances that last a bit too long. Kisses that feel full of love, full of something more than sex.
Now with the two men finished, they lay silent in bed together. Together. Something that rarely happened, normally it ended with one zipping up their pants and swiftly exiting the room. Now it was heaving chests, a tender hand resting in the spot below a moist collarbone. Tracing the skin in small circles.
The hand pulled away from his face, “Yeah?”
Shigaraki abruptly sat up, covers pooling at his waist, the man behind him obviously quick to follow. The gloved hands gripped the sheets, needing something to grasp onto. Certainly he wasn’t going to latch onto Dabi beside him, that would be desperate.
“What is this? What are we?” His eyes looked into Dabi’s, the confusion evident in them, “Oh for fuck’s sake Dabi, you’re smart. Think about it.” His words weren’t meant to be harsh. He hated himself when he got mad at Dabi.
“What do you think we are?” Dodging the question. Nothing new. Shigaraki sighed. His eyes closed harshly, resisting the want to run away.
“Something more than just…friends with benefits.” His voice was laced with embarrassment, the poison feeling flooding his bloodstream. He was waiting for the crude reply, a laugh if he was lucky and the man would leave straight after that. That was not the case.
Dabi forced Shigaraki to look at him. The staples on his hand digging straight into Shigaraki’s delicate skin, “Something more? Like…” He left it hanging in the air on purpose. Shigaraki could sense it. The man was playing with him. Making him feel like a fool. Forcing him to say the dreaded words out loud.
“Yes, like that Dabi, you fucking asshole! You are infuriating, what do I see in you? I’ve lost my mind.” The words tumbled out of him, growing quieter at the end as he watched Dabi’s face drop the amusement.
“You’re joking right?”
“No! Of course I’m not. Over the past few…weeks,” God, he was actually admitting this, “I had a feeling that this wasn’t something for our benefit anymore and more of something else. You seemed more gentle, in the way you looked at me, the sex. We spent more time together outside of whatever the fuck this is.” Dabi wasn’t showing any sign of understanding. Or maybe his one glare was the entirety of his emotions, “I feel like I’m falling…falling into a trap of you and us being together.”
Dabi raised his hand to stop him, “Us together? As…boyfriends?”
Shigaraki couldn’t believe what was happening. How had this escalated so quickly into him being in a hole while Dabi was so clearly the one who had pushed him in.
His silence was enough of an answer. Dabi’s hand dropped and he looked away from Shigaraki. He needed a drink, a strong one that maybe could knock him out until the next ice age. However, he had one final claim,
“I’m fucking terrified and I don’t know what to do or how to stop feeling that way, okay? I’m scared…”
The most difficult thing was to admit he was scared. Being scared was failure, he never got scared. But this situation, the corner he’s backed himself into, was terrifying. He fell back onto the bed, a comforting embrace that distracted his mind from the motionless man next to him.
A pin drop silence. Breathing was shortened and silent like they were playing an intense game of hide and seek. It was torture. Not even five minutes ago had the pair been locked in each other's scents, lips tangled together like a knot.
Dabi finally turned around. His face held no emotion, the signature glare void. However, his eyes told a different story. They looked tired, “Tomura. If you’re scared then I don’t think this is the right thing to do.”
Shigaraki sat up fast, “I’m not scared of us! I’m scared of this feeling! I haven’t felt this way about someone before.”
Then they were kissing. Kissing like it was their last kiss. Like the world was ending but the one thing they needed to do was feel each other and be completely enraptured in them and nothing else. Nothing else mattered. It was warm, comforting, and completely different to any past kisses. It felt like love. Like something new.
shigadabi actually communicating ??? out of character but shigadabi in itself is out of character no matter how you write them. pls and the 'smut' is all not 'direct' cause i cannot write that stuff.
Time Traveler: *moves a chair*
The Timeline: Mr. Compress and Dabi
Dabi's face as I give him The Gawk Gawk Supreme Vacuum Seal Double Twisty Suction Pump Soul Snatcher Combo 5000:
Manually changed my dabi tag to touya tag. Im so brave
Warning: mention of violence, possible drug abuse, mention of self-harm.
Groaning to himself, Touya Todoroki leaned against the bars of his shabby apartment’s patio, if one could even call it something that simple. After the League of Villains’ last income cut, saving up money had become nothing but more difficult.
He had been out in town when he received the call from Tomura Shigaraki about the latest mess some of the new recruits had gotten into. As if the headache from that morning hadn’t been bad enough, old crusty hands had thought it would be a good idea to place some of the burden on his shoulders.
Touya sighed, letting the smoke from his cigarette flow up into the night sky, clouding his already blurry vision. He could have easily chosen to simply ignore the call, but then he would have had to listen to Tomura’s complains in person. No matter where he was, that damn Kurogiri always had some way of finding him like he had some ESP-related quirk or whatever it was called. He didn’t care to remember the proper term for it.
He wouldn’t put it past Tomura to call him again, this time to lecture him over attacking the town and possibly giving away their location. He knew it had been reckless and uncalled for, much more pointless than it needed to be, but he hadn’t been able to help himself.
Lately with the newest graduates from hero course-focused high schools gaining their hero licenses, the league had to tread carefully with what they did. They couldn’t risk some over-eager upstart catching whiff of them and exposing their secrets to the Hero Commission.
Clicking his tongue at the thought, Touya rubbed at his jaw, flinching from one of the staples digging into the still technically alive skin whilst holding onto the deader skin, trying to keep him together in one piece. It made eating and drinking a pain in the backside, but if it wasn’t for those infernal staples, he might have fallen to pieces long ago.
How he hadn’t melted the staples beforehand, he didn’t know, especially not after today’s outburst. That same morning when he first woke up, the headache had announced itself, and no matter how many pain medications he downed for it, it had only dulled down to a throbbing sensation, which had prompted his visit to the town to try and search for something stronger.
The pain had become somewhat bearable until Tomura yapped in his ear. He might have been able to handle it if someone behind him hadn’t said something about his brother, Shoto Todoroki, being one of the top graduates in the country and was bound to make his father proud with his achievement.
For him, that had been the last straw.
After that, he remembered placing his hand on a wall, and the next his blue flames spread out along it, setting everything it came in contact with aflame. The sight of it proved comforting, reassuring almost, and then people started screaming, making his headache flare up all over again.
In an attempt to silence them, Touya threw his hands out to try and silence them, and that’s where those two new heroes decided to make their oh-so-grand debut. The red head he recognised as Eijiro Kirishima, an enthusiastic hero-to-be, but who the silver-haired one was, he had no clue, nor did he care.
In a way he supposed he owed them thanks for getting all those annoying people away from him, that was until they thought that it would be a good idea to attack him given the mood he was in.
The fight didn’t last very long, but it had given him a chance to escape, the top along an empty pharmacy helped with a means to try and dull the pain a bit more, but it still wasn’t enough.
Trying to breathe through the pain, Touya felt like slamming his head into the moulding wall in the hopes of dulling the feeling once more, but at the end of the day, it was only going to leave him in an even worse situation than he was currently in.
The thought angered him, but when push came to shove, not even fire that had the ability to cremate someone within the blink of an eye could help. Digging his hand into the pocket of his jacket, Touya scrolled through his saved contacts in search of the only one that held any possibility of helping him. Hovering his thumb over the green circle, Touya grit his teeth and jammed it on the call button. It wasn’t long until a voice on the other end purred.
“About time you called. I was expecting you.”
Boku No Hero Academia/My Hero Academia, Touya Todoroki/Dabi, League of Villains, Tomura Shigaraki, Oboro Shirakumo/Kurogiri, Hero Commission, Shoto Todoroki, Enji Todoroki/Endeavor, Eijiro Kirishima/Red Riot and Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu © Kōhei Horikoshi Afterburn © Fang Wolfsbane
“the way she sucks my soul i need some spiritual healing.” HAS BEEN STUCK IN MY HEAD FOR AN HOUR NOW AND I KEEP PICTURING DABI SINGING SEND HELP!!
am i spamming the dash? a little. am i gonna do it one more time? yes, bc i had coffee and i had to share what i think was a group of absolute banger lines bye
dabi letting me put my phone on the aux as we ride around,knowin i like old school music he’s expecting to hear erykah badu like usual but instead i got 2pac, mobb deep + wu tang clan playing
•\/•| Shigaraki Tomura: In search of Roleplayer(s)• (edited!)•
I Have at least two slots open:
Canon (ships) available:
Shigaraki x Spinner
Shigaraki x OC
( Two OC slot’s are taken.)
Dabi x Shigaraki
Josie x Shigaraki
Garreth x Shigaraki
•Please feel free to send a DM with ideas, don’t be a stranger just check out my #rules! <3 |•\/•