Dabi's Talking About You To Shigaraki While You're Still In The Room But He's Paying No Attention To

red feathers fan across your line of sight, blocking the television from view as keigo chirps, "hey baby, what do you wanna order for din—"

"shhhhhh."

leaning forward off of the couch, you grab keigo by the pocket of his sweatpants and tug him sideways out of the way. he blinks, letting out a small huff before unceremoniously collapsing onto the cushion beside you, face smushed against your shoulder.

"imagine if you liked paying attention to your boyfriend as much as you like watching your sho—"

"keigo!"

his wings droop, and he groans, sliding even lower to drop his head face down in your lap.

"AND NEXT UP, WE'VE GOT TODAY'S SPECIAL SEGMENT ON THE NUMBER TWO HERO...HAWKS!"

keigo perks up and rolls over, eyes darting from the footage of his skyscraper fire rescue the other day to the proud smile on your face as you stare at the screen.

his feathers ruffle, and he preens.

"you know you've got the real thing right in fron—"

this time, when you place a finger over his lips and continue to ignore him, he just rolls his eyes and grins, making himself comfortable in your lap.

WARNING!

This fic is not suitable for minors. It contains sexual relationships, accidental pregnancy, substance abuse, withdrawal, and addiction. This is a sequel fic.

Chapter 3

You don't get to pick your family

Shouto and Katsuki sit on the couch in the living room, quietly gaping at their surroundings. They politely sip the tea Toshinori made, seemingly acting overly cautious of everything. It’s as if they were to breathe wrong, one of the All Might photo frames on the wall would crack.

“I know it’s kind of uncomfortable since the war, but you don’t have to be this weird,” you tell them.

“I can’t believe I’m in All Might’s house,” Katsuki says.

“I never would’ve taken him for such a fanboy,” you whisper to Toshinori in English. You turn to Shouto and ask him in Japanese, “Did you visit Touya again this morning?”

He nods softly. “He’s doing a bit better. I told him what you said to me, and how it gave me strength to save him.”

“Oh?” you reply. What did I even say to him? “And what did he say?”

“He said you’re too nice and he should’ve bullied you more.”

Hearing this makes you laugh as you imagine him actually saying it. “Yeah, that sounds like him. Did you talk about anything else?”

“I didn’t get to talk to him much. Dad talked to him mostly.”

“How’s his condition?”

“He’s still the same, but he’s still living,” Shouto says.

“I told you he’s too stubborn to die.” You smile thinking about him.

“You must miss him a lot.”

You hum in thought. You miss everyone if you’re being honest. Even seeing just Dabi—even in the state he’s in—would be better than nothing.

There’s so much I need to tell him. Oh God, what’s he gonna say when I tell him I’m pregnant? He’ll probably call me a dumbass…

“Izuku still wants to talk to you,” Katsuki says. “I think he was jealous he wasn’t invited to come.”

“I’m still not ready,” you tell him.

“You can’t avoid him forever.”

“I know I just…” I can’t deal with his guilt for not saving Tomura when I also want to blame him for his death. “My feelings are difficult.”

Toshinori places his hand on your knee, giving it a soft squeeze. “I know there’s not much I can say to make it better, but at least Tenko’s soul was saved from All For One.”

You ask in English, “Who’s Tenko? Who cares about his soul, Tomura was literally killed.”

Toshinori responds in Japanese, “Tenko was Shigaraki’s real name. The name ‘Shigaraki Tomura’ was given to him by All For One. His soul was trapped when All For One took over his body. Midoriya, at the very least, managed to free Tenko’s soul.”

“What’s the point of saving his soul if he was killed either way.”

“I know it’s not the ideal outcome, but—”

“Will you stop trying to justify it,” you snap in English. “This is exactly why I can’t talk to Midoriya. His death shouldn’t be justified. This is exactly why I can’t talk to Hawks about the baby, because how the fuck am I supposed to have a baby with a man who keeps trying to justify killing Jin?”

“Shigaraki killed me, you know that right?” Katsuki says. “My heart stopped. I was dead. Edgeshot gave his life to save me. If Shigaraki lived, would you have forgiven him for killing me?”

You freeze. It hadn’t crossed your mind necessarily. “All For One had control of his body—”

“It doesn’t matter. Do you think he’d be beating himself up with grief that he killed me while All For One controlled him? No. He wouldn’t. But Izuku is. He feels horrible that he wasn’t able to save Shigaraki. He feels terrible that it was his final punch that destroyed his body and killed him. I don’t know what you said about Hawks, but Izuku isn’t him. And maybe if you stop wallowing in your own emotions, you’d realize there’s a whole world outside of you that’s trying to rebuild and keep going. You need to talk to Izuku.”

“Uraraka too,” Shouto adds. “She said Toga Himiko died because she gave Uraraka blood to save her.”

You’re shocked at the news. “I didn’t know that. I heard there was a lot of blood, but they couldn’t find her body. They assumed it had been destroyed during the fight. I know she’s been officially pronounced dead due to the amount they found…”

“Uraraka has been distant from everyone since then. Nobody knew she was holding that grief. She tried so hard to save her. She really wanted to save her.”

A stillness settles over the group as everyone soaks in the heavy words. Your heart aches. You never considered the kids grieving as much as you.

They're kids… They were just teenagers expected to clean up two hundred years of society’s mess. They were expected to stop the worst villain in the history of quirks, while trying to save people that resigned from being saved. 

You look at Katsuki, your eyes studying the scar on his face—the scar he will have for the rest of his life. His right arm is still wrapped in bandages, and you don’t even know what other bandages and scars he sports under his All Might merch T shirt. There’s a deepness in his eyes he didn’t have before. The fiery spark that used to keep him riled up is replaced with the harrowing trauma of having been to war.

Even Shouto is different. The burns he received from his fight with his brother have now faded to a pale pink. You see now just how tired he is. Exhaustion from being the one to save his brother and mend his family after years of their father’s abuse now leaves him more mature beyond his years.

They shouldn’t be like this. They should be hanging out with their friends at the mall or some park, eating ice cream to cool off from the summer sun. They should be gossiping about crushes they have and how hard their math test was. 

They were just kids forced to grow up to fix adults’ mistakes.

“I’m sorry,” you tell them. “I didn’t mean for my personal feelings to be directed this way. I’m grieving. I’m grieving the loss of my family and friends and my old life while trying to make a new one for myself. I’m trying to pretend…” The words in Japanese suddenly escape you as your mind spins—searching through the vocabulary you’ve accumulated over the past fourteen months. “I have to pretend that I’m okay when every day I look at myself in the mirror and think ‘why me? Why did I get saved, but they didn't?’ I’m mourning the few people I had who supported me through everything—even though they knew nothing about me—while trying to be okay and accept support from new people. Everything feels strange and weird and wrong. And I feel wrong for being here. I can’t talk to Izuku because I feel guilty too. I feel selfish that I’m choosing this life when people I love are dead or in prison.”

“You’re not selfish for accepting help that’s being given to you. On that rainy day in the alley, I saw a young woman who begged for help because she was worried a little bird would die of a broken leg,” Katsuki says.

It wasn’t about just the bird though. 

He continues, “You were sick and crying. You were already grieving. You weren’t selfish to ask for help then, and you’re not selfish for accepting it now. You helped me when the League of Villains kidnapped me. I chose to save you. Just like how I chose to visit you in the hospital. And how I chose to come here today to talk to you. You need to choose to talk to Izuku.”

You know he’s right and it makes your heart drop. You don’t even know what to say to the kid, but maybe the words will come to you when it’s time.

The boys finish up their visit and bid you and Toshinori farewell.

“When you get the chance to visit Touya, let me know, I can bring you,” Shouto says.

“I will. Thanks.” You wave but remember one last thing you wanted to ask. “By the way, did either of you mention my pregnancy to Eraserhead?”

“Of course not, you told us not to tell anyone,” Katsuki says.

“You said it was private, so we promised not to tell anyone,” Shouto adds.

You hum in thought, Maybe Hawks lied, and he did mention it to Eraserhead at some point…

Later that night, you approach Toshinori while he’s watching TV.

“I’ve been thinking, maybe we should move. This apartment isn’t accessible to you in your wheelchair, and there’s no room for the baby,” you tell him.

“That’s not a bad idea,” he says.

“I want to build a nursery there too. A nice little room for the baby to grow up in.”

“That does sound nice. Maybe with a little yard for the kid to play, too.”

You smile softly. The idea makes you warm. You imagine the little kid kicking a ball around the yard or playing catch with Toshinori. A little bit of escapism makes you feel better.

“I’ll start looking into some contractors tomorrow,” he says.

“Thanks for being with me today while I met with the kids.”

“I know things haven’t been easy for you, but they haven’t been easy for anyone. We’re all just trying to cope and move on. It’s important you keep going too.”

“Yeah, you’re right. I’m gonna get ready for bed.”

He bids you goodnight as you head to the bathroom to wash your face and brush your teeth. Each day that passes brings its own challenges, but it’s the best you can do to keep moving forward. 

Grief may be the monster that stares back at you in the mirror, but that doesn’t mean you can’t face it head on.

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Happy Birthday Keigo Takami 🪶🦅 - December 28th || My Hero Academia

I CREATED MY OWN WALLPAPER BECAUSE I CANT FOUND ONE THAT IS LIKE ME

You can use it as your own :3

please please PLEASEE let me yap about keigos hand placement for a minute!!!!

oh this man is experienced; he knows what he's doing. from placing his hand on your neck to kiss you to holding your waist tightly against him as you sleep, this man does it all. he just loves touching your body, and maybe that's why sometimes a simple hand on your thigh while he's driving leads to you two pulling over at a rest stop...

➡️ JOIN THEM IN THEIR LOVE NEST and find out

Hero work has never been so rewarding-...

he fakes so much but i’m pretty sure his stupid dramatic laugh is real

Normal discord behavior pt 2

(actually what)

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐈𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 “𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐝”

Paring: Tamaki, Neito, Tomura, & Dabi

༺༻A/N: I have no idea what I’m doing so like don’t judge me Kay? Anyways enjoy ?!

Tamaki:

You and your boyfriend Tamaki are in the dorms watching a movie, a movie you picked out. It was starting a scene you like and to this day it still feels like if it’s your first time watching it when it came out. Tamaki notices how your eyes lit up during this scene. To him you looked so perfect in his eyes. Your jaw slightly open watching the movie. He scooted closer to you which you let happen.

He slightly kissed your cheek. Then making you turn and smile, not even a few minutes have passed and you kissed his cheek. Making his cheeks turn to a pinkish color from the sudden kiss. You guys went back and forth into the cheek kissing, then he cupped your face making his lips touch yours. You kissed him back with no hesitation. Your face growing hot, it was actually your first time kissing him. The kiss felt like forever.

It was sweet, his lips where how you had probably imagined before, very soft, most of all he was gentle, his lips also tasting like the chapstick he had put on an hour ago, you settled yourself on him, still not letting go of each others lips, now the kissing becoming more intimate, him fighting for entry. And the kissing becoming also a slow mess, not to mention he was a mess. Your hand made its way to his hair, then slowly gripping it, the pulling you where doing was making him suddenly whine by how good it felt, the sensation going down his spine. He broke the kiss then looking at you, you both smiled, he then slowly went towards your neck, planting kisses along your neck to your jawline then your lips once again. This side of him made you shiver, you felt happy with him, no not happy satisfied. You guys ended up forgetting the movie he later turned it off and continued his doing.

Neito:

You were busy doing your work of course, trying your hardest to become at least the number 1 hero, you were studying hard until you heard a knock on your dorm’s door. You headed over to it opening the door, being face to face with neito momona, your boyfriend. He whined in-front of you now hugging you, complaining how long you’ve been working for, basically studying in his eyes it felt like 2 weeks when in reality it was only a few days/ 3 in fact.

The hug felt nice, your body actually relaxed to his, the warmth you remembered when he first gave you a hug. His cologne, it smelt so good the one you gave him on his birthday, and him. You both misses each other, though you didn’t admit it. He looked at you his eyes, being the mischievous guy he was, he stole a kiss from your lips. The sudden lips on yours surprised you, in WHOCH then you brought it into the room, dragging him in and then locking your door, knowing it might be a pretty long session.

When you locked it you turned then felt your body being pushed up against the door. This made you turned on, his body really close to yours, the tension felt so strong, this made you hot not thinking about others or anything just you, and him right now. You pulled him by his red tie. The kissing war now beginning. His lips felt rough the more he was in sync with yours, though it took him a few before they started to become messy. You wrapping your hands around his neck deepening the kiss. His rubbing your back. Holding you in place now placing them around your sides. Then it hit you, he is needy. There is no way in hell he would be acting like this if it was only 3 days without hanging out. He places you on top of your work station, now knocking down a few things. Not caring because your boyfriend is making out with you. It started to get hot in the room. He slept overnight in your bed, him cuddling you, it felt like forever in fact now for you. You did miss him. You also then remembered that you didn’t really study. Making you get mad at him for distracting you.

Tomura:

Watching your boyfriend in his room, while you were laying down resting yourself on his bed. He was playing a video game. Which you started to get tired of watching you then later after he finished you asked him if you could try and play on it, he thought about it then later agreeing, getting you on it, you actually liked playing. It was like you where there controlling yourself but not you though a person.

A few days passed and you also tried out different games he has on his game station, you picked out a specific one. Grand Theft Auto. You tried it and it was honestly your top favorite one so far, your boyfriend watching from his bed how a pro you’ve became already in a few days he was proud of you, but to be honest he kind of missed you, oh how your lips tasted especially. So when doing a heist mission, you were driving until you felt someone behind you, then pressing soft but gentle and wet kisses along your neck.

This suddenly messed up your driving kind of driving the car into a wall. He continued to kiss your neck everywhere then stopping in a sudden area, nibbling that part. Making you moan, it felt amazing to be honest, him licking that specific spot, it tickled. He then suddenly stopped. He got up from behind turning you around, you paused the game, looking at him, his eyes filled with love. He picked you up from his seat placing you on his bed, putting your hands above your head, tracing the now hickeys he’s given you with his free hand. It was a nice pretty red color. He then paused looking into your eyes, moving his lips to then meeting yours, his kisses feeling short but enough to keep you wanting more, whining when he teases you, the both of you made each other insane for one another. Him even melting into your lips making him soft for you, and only you. Shaking breathing being held when he suddenly stopped kissing to hug you tightly, enjoying the moment with you. Now one problem, how are you going to hide the hickeys he’s made all over your neck.

Dabi:

The food you where making smelt so delicious, Dabi came out of his room due to the smell, and also because he wanted to be with you at least to see you before a thing you and the league would have to do later on. When he reached to you he came behind you wrapping your waist. His head resting on top of your head. He asked if he could have a slight taste to the specific food you’re currently making, which you let him taste.

But he wanted to taste something else. In the middle of cooking he then picked you up now placing you on a counter, you had told him to pause his needy-ness and use it later at night, he couldn’t wait, he didn’t even listen to you. Placing kisses on your lips. You gave in the first few seconds, having your hands grip his clothes, then wrapping your arms around his neck, it gave him chills down his spine, from how you’re letting it all go down.

You both kept it to the bare minimum not wanting it to go “too far” knowing you guys have other people around that could see you guys such as toga or maybe even twice. His kisses still lingering your lips even if he stopped for quick second kissing placing his wet lips around your jawline, and you couldn’t even talk from after his kisses. You knew he could be needy but never thought this much, you then immediately moaned when almost forgetting your boyfriend had suddenly bitten your neck. Forgetting he went down lower than your jawline, making it visible to see your now forming hickey. This went on until all of a sudden both toga and twice came out of nowhere surprising the both of you, getting disgusted by the scene going on in-front of them, and her saying why they smell burnt food, making you turn your head and see the food burning, you smack your boyfriend on the head softly, getting down and throwing away the food now making new one thanks to your boyfriend. But he said to continue his work with you in his bedroom.

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i had the most unhinged thought and raced to your inbox because i need this demon expelled from my body asap. hawks coming home from the worst day of patrol, everything went wrong and he had to speak up at a press conference, play the part of perfect, and all he wants is to melt into your touch. you can see it in his eyes, the dark circles, and the weary tilt of his smile. "baby bird," his voice is hoarse, "need you to hurt me tonight," so he can finally unravel. you're the only one he wants to be perfect for. okay goodbyeee 💀

𝐔𝐍𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐕𝐀𝐒

Pairing: Masochist! Hawks x Gn! Sadist! Reader

CW: face slapping, lots of blood, cock stepping, kicking, bruising, cock slapping, heavy degration, loss of air, mean reader, tons and tons of tears, scratching, mouth spitting, no mention of safe word but keep in mind it is there !!!

A/N: anon im sorry i totally changed ur thing, i just saw masochist hawks and sprinted. the demons wrote this, not me. dont look at me everyone. HEED THE TAGS

it was a way to blow off steam. something that he looks forward to, just some time where he doesn't have to think anymore. only feeling he has the stinging sensations and the tears that prick his eyes. it was an embaressing obsession he had. he loved pain.

Keigo walks to the bedroom, his hero costume tattered, and dark circles under his eyes. he is exhausted, but coming to you for your touch. pulling you close to him, and mumbling into your neck how bad he wants you to hurt him. till he bruises and bleeds. till every thought just disappears except for you.

and so you pull away, and slap him. it makes him tumble backward, and his yellow glasses fall off. he touches the tingling feeling on his face, blood spilling out from the skin caught on your wedding ring. you dont let up, sending another loud smack across his face, and this time he does fall to the ground, landing on his ass.

tears prick at his eyes, and he can feel his lip tear open. the taste of blood coats his mouth and he gulps, looking up at you for more.

he feels your foot jab onto his clothed cock and he keens, wincing up at you. "w-wait," he stutters, throwing his head back when your press even harder. "fuck!"

"wait? you want me to wait? after you begged for it like a dog?" he is squirming under you, tears now streaming down his face as you dig your foot into his pants.

"'m sorry. sorry—you are going to kill me!" he pleads, hands trying to dig themself into the carpet to fight back against the pain.

you sigh, and let up, instead using your foot to push at his chest, causing him to fall over and onto his back. "take off your clothes, Keigo," you mumble, taking a seat on the bed with crossed legs and staring down at him.

"okay. okay. I will. Just give me a minute!" he pants, tearing off his jacket and shirt as fast as he can. he knows something is coming, you werent playing nice.

you dont give him enough time, he reaches for his pants, and without hesitation you slam your foot into his stomach. he goes tumbling backwards and lands on his side, curling into a ball and panting. his eyes are wide and he is gripping onto his adomen. it surely will leave a huge bruise tomorrow. but thats not what he is worried about, he cant breathe.

"awww, did you get the wind knocked out of you? that's what happens when you move too slow," you tease, as you take in his appearance. he trembles in front of you, looking up at you in fear. tears drip down his cheeks and onto the ground, as he tries and fails to catch his breath.

you giggle at him, padding over to him. he flinches at the footsteps, bracing himself for another kick, but you just begin to unbutton his pants, pulling them down. "useless thing, arent you. cant follow any directions," you coo, now tearing off his boxers.

his cock springs out, tip red and leaking pre cum. "such a pervert! you sick fuck, keigo. who gets hard from getting beat?" you land another slap to his thigh, and his whole body jerks.

you smile at the red handprint, glancing back at him to see him beginning to drool. its coated red from the blood from his cheek and lip. he's is still heaving from the kick, eyes wide, and body gasping for oxygen.

"say Hawks do you get turned on when you are losing against villains? pop a boner like a freak for anyone who hits you?"

his eyes flash to you and he is shaking his head desperately. his words are breathless, "no. no. 'm not a freak!"

a quick, but harsh slap to his cock. he jumps again, globs of tears falling quicker. "fuckkkkk," he whimpers, shaking his head back and forth. his whole body shakes, and fingers dig into his own skin.

"you liar! do you want to be kicked again?"

"no no no no. im sorry. im sorry! im a freak. a pervert who likes to get hit. im sorry," he sobs, reaching for your ankle for comfort. you slap it away and he hisses, rubbing the back of it with a sniffle.

but you smile at him and lean over to sit on his chest. his head is still lolled to the side and his body racks with sobs. "shhhhhhh. so whiny Keigo. thanks for admitting it. my disgusting pervert. here, a reward."

you grab his face, hard enough to bruise, and force him to look up at you. his eyes are half shut in a wince, but he tries to force them open to look at you. you pry his mouth open, lean forward, and drop a glob of spit into his mouth.

he doesnt hesitate to swallow it, opening his mouth up again and sticking his tongue out to show you its gone. "th-thank you," he whimpers, and you smile fondly at him.

you hands trail up and down his down his body, sending vicicoius red raised scratchmarks along his pretty skin. "now, pervert....what should we do to this pretty canvas?"

he grins up at you, tears still dripping, and blood staining his cheeks and lips, but still stars in his eyes. "anything."