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Flame Play with DabiHawks - Kinktober Day Eight

Dabi x Reader x Hawks (NSFW)

Synopsis: While attending an event thrown for the heroes, you run into your long-time crush: the one and only Winged Hero. Except, when Hawks sneaks off, you can't stop yourself from wandering after him, wondering where the hell he ended up. Little did you know you'd find him fooling around with none other than one of the most wanted from the League of Villains.

Warnings: "flameplay" (more like Dabi just kinda heats up his hands while touching you), humiliation, dirty talk, biting, nipple play, choking, fingering, anal fingering, female-receiving oral, hint of overstimulation, unprotected sex, anal, double penetration, threesome, cream pie

Word Count: 6.4k

A/N: Apologies for this coming out late. I really enjoyed writing this piece and it took a lot out of me, so I hope the editing process went okay (I'm very tired). Anyways, I hope y'all like it!

Having a crush on the Winged Hero was difficult. It was all anxiety, wondering if he could read your feelings with those sharp gold eyes. If he knew how badly you wanted to know if his hands were rough and calloused or gentle and soft beneath his gloves. Or if he kissed with fervor or if he drew it out, savoring every moment of your lips touching. Maybe beneath a tree in the moonlight or on a roof as you tried to squint at the stars drowned out by the city lights.

Even worse, the bastard never made it clear whether--if he knew about your feelings towards him--he reciprocated them or not. It was no secret that Hawks’ personality was charismatic, goofy flirt. So you never knew if those sly touches grazing sensitive skin or whispered words with breath tickling your neck were anything more. And nine times out of ten, you could handle that.

Tonight was the exception.

You weren’t paying attention to the extravagant dance hall decked out to appear like a snow-covered forest. As soon as you’d entered the vast room and heard that all-too-familiar, room brightening laugh, your eyes shot to Hawks’ golden locks. But he wasn’t donning the typical hero attire--no one was, this was a strictly formal attire event. His red wings framed him per usual, except there was no tan coat and pant set. Not tonight. No, this was going to be burned into your mind for as long as you could retain it. The whole night would be, you would later learn. But right now, it was Hawks dressed to the fucking nines.

Hawks was lean. There was no doubt about his petite frame--or at least petite compared to the Number One heroes, past and present. But the three-piece suit he wore hugged every rope of toned muscle. His shirt was white, blazer, slacks, tie, and shoes a deep obsidian. But his vest, that was a deep, rich burgundy that matched his wings expertly. Every breath he took made the silky material stretch across his torso, and his fingers--rarely gloveless around you--toyed with his cufflinks.

The intensity of your stare must’ve been as hot as the warmth consuming you because just as you sucked in a desperate breath, heart hammering in your chest, Hawks turned, eyes scanning the crowd until he found you. Your heart skipped a beat, or maybe it stopped. You weren’t entirely sure. Your dark navy dress wasn’t a snug fit, but the moment his gaze locked on yours and his mouth tipped into his laidback, amused smirk, everything felt too tight.

You weren’t even sure who he’d been talking to when he excused himself, never taking his eyes off you. Best Jeanist, maybe? Perhaps Miruko. It wasn’t Endeavor. Hawks would’ve made more of a scene leaving mid-conversation with the Number One Hero.

And, suddenly, he was all too close in front of you, and all you could breathe was him.

He smelled like the sky, like clouds. With a hint of apricot.

You could get drunk on the smell.

“Hi,” he murmured, eyes dropping as he seemed to inspect every inch of your dress. You felt like you were on fire, standing so close to him. No. No, you thought you were on fire then. You truly erupted into flames when he continued. “Would you care to dance?”

“Okay,” you breathed out.

It took every ounce of self-control not to gasp when he took your hand in his and guided you towards the dance floor. Soft and gentle. His hands, as he spun and placed them on your hips, tips of his fingers grazing your back--courtesy of your backless dress--were so fucking soft. You didn’t breathe for a solid twenty seconds as Hawks closed the gap, leaving only a breath between you as you swayed to the slow song that played from the surrounding speakers.

“You look beautiful,” he whispered, eyes meeting yours and practically pinning the words to you. His mouth curved up, and you realized you’d been looking at his lips.

“Thank you.” You needed to get a handle on yourself. “So do you.”

His amused expression told you he didn’t need you to verbalize that for him to know. You made an effort to ignore how hot your cheeks felt. An effort that immediately went out the window as soon as Hawks chuckled, low and teasingly.

Yeah, there was no way in hell he didn’t know you had a crush on him.

His fingers danced along your back, and you sucked in a breath so abruptly you nearly choked on it. The song was short. Frustratingly short. You already knew it was coming to an end as Hawks was just starting to draw tiny, lazy circles along your skin. He pitched himself forwards as the song decrescendoed and the partners beside you began to part. His mouth brushed your ear, and you fought a shudder.

“Save another dance for me; that one was far too short.”

He stole a final glance before his eyes shot over your shoulder, and he disappeared.

You exhaled, as slow and steady as you could manage, only maneuvering off the dance floor once the next song started. Yeah, Hawks had to know how you felt towards him. And if he didn’t reciprocate those feelings, he was at least having fun poking and prodding at them. A hint of anger simmered beneath the tingling sensation his touch had left on your back. God, even if he were just...well, being Hawks, you wanted more. You also wanted to smack him if he was just toying with you.

Both would come later when he inevitably tracked you down for dance number two. So, until then, you did your part. Conversing with the other heroes present, ignoring Miruko as she noted your wandering gaze--Looking for a particular bird brain, (Y/N)-- and snacked on the massive buffet table. And then you grew antsy. You’d met Hawks’ eyes a few more times throughout the night, but you’d never met in the middle. Something was always there, tugging you two apart just as your feet started to move in your direction. Then, somewhere around the middle of the event, when more had started dancing, drinks were being refreshed, and the buffet table had more gathered around it, you scanned for Hawks.

But the Winged Hero was nowhere to be found.

You frowned. His wings always made him stand out in a crowd, and no matter how many times you looked for those red arches, there was nothing.

“Rumi-”

“Last I saw, he was headed out into the hall to take a phone call.” She eyed a steak kabob. “You finally going to confess your very obvious feelings?”

“No,” you lied. “I wanted to know where the bathrooms were.”

“Liar.” Still, she pointed. “Coincidentally, they’re out the same door the bird went out of. Down the hall, on the left. Few doors down.”

“Thank you. I’ll be back in a few. I just need to freshen up.”

Miruko snickered and, behind you, you heard her quiet, “Uh-huh, sure.”

The problem with Miruko telling you Hawks had also gone out this way was that as soon as you entered the all-too-quiet hall, you turned to the left and walked until you found the restrooms. Sure, you went in, used the bathroom, washed your hands, and freshened up the mirror. But as soon as you stepped back outside, your damned curiosity--or, if another c-word wished to take the blame, your crush--had you turning left instead of right.

You had no idea if this was the way Hawks had gone, but your feet carried you down the empty hallway nonetheless. And they continued to do so until what you thought had been silence grew into true silence. The sounds of the party were no longer heard, the AC was only a mere hum above you, and the only movement came from your unsure steps. And even those were quiet against the carpet as you came to a stop and frowned. If Hawks were on the phone, you surely would’ve heard him already. And there was no way in hell he’d walked farther than this, either.

You opened your mouth and-

A sigh.

Not the sigh you've been about to exhale. A muffled, hidden sigh.

You furrowed your brows and inched towards the sound. It was a door down on the right, the wood thick, but left ever so slightly ajar. You knew you should’ve turned around and gone back to the party, it was rude to peek in on whoever was behind the technically almost closed door, but you weren’t even thinking of Hawks when you approached it. Well, you were, but the thought of a villain sneaking in or some other potential threat was also on your mind.

One hand perched on the doorframe as you narrowed your eyes, holding your breath as you dared a look in. And you were ever thankful you’d held your breath. Had you not been, you were sure you would’ve choked on it as your sight adjusted to the low lighting.

Hawks had his back pinned against the wall of what looked like a janitorial closet, his wings bending around him. His brows were pinched teeth capturing his bottom lip, a dark, crimson blush covering his cheeks. He huffed as a hand fell down his chest, his abdomen, settling where a thigh was pressed tightly. A hand and a thigh that didn’t belong to the winged hero. No, his hair was spiked and as dark as Hawks’ suit. His smile was wicked as he shifted his thigh and replaced it with his hand. He chuckled so darkly you shivered, eyes scanning his patchwork skin before shooting back to where the man palmed the Winged Hero. So slow, so teasingly, each movement with an agonizing purpose.

He kissed Hawks’ jaw, nipped at his skin.

Shamefully, as you watched the two, a spark ignited in your stomach and traveled deep between your legs where it pooled, throbbed, ached. A hint of jealousy, sure, but that was quickly washed away by other guilt-ladened feelings. Feelings that had you pressing your thighs together that only made the building pressure worse.

“If you’re not quiet, we’ll be caught, Hawks.” He pressed harder against Hawks’ bulge, and the Winged Hero cursed. “Unless you’d like to get caught. Found all strung out by a member of the League of Villains.”

Hawks muttered something incoherent under his breath as I, mistakenly, stupidly, idiotically, gasped. It was quiet, barely audible. Any other two lovers stowed away, lost in the touch of lust and passion, wouldn’t have heard it. But this was Hawks. And you knew how observant he was. You knew what his feathers had been trained to do. You should’ve known better.

In an instant, those gold orbs shot to you, and you stumbled back.

A heated grip latched onto your wrist before you hit the floor, but the impact you’d been bracing yourself for still came in the form of a door against your back. The air was knocked from your lungs as eyes so blue you thought he’d stolen the color from the sky looked back at you.

“Looks like we have a peeping Tom, Hawks.”

“Dabi,” Hawks said, breathing heavily as he peered between you and the villain. The name held an edge to it. Dabi grinned.

Those blue eyes tore from you as he peered over his shoulder at Hawks. His smirk ever the more wicked. For half a second, you expected him to unsheath a blade and slice your neck open with precise ease. Instead, when his gaze came back to you, he leaned until his mouth was next to your ear.

“And I think she liked what she saw.” He danced a hand along the front of your dress, hovering above your chest. Your backless dress that, when you got dressed at the last minute, decided to don without a bra, gave you away in the very much not cold room. “Isn’t that right?”

His thumb grazed your hard nipple through the thin fabric, and you let out a shaky breath. You liked it. You shouldn’t have. You really, really shouldn’t have. His whole hand fell to your breast, and he rolled the hardened peak between his thumb and forefinger, mouth dropping to your neck to press a kiss to your pulse point. He pinched as he bit, moaning at the surprised gasp he had elicited from you.

“Tell him,” he whispered--no, ordered--against you. “Tell the bird over there that you liked what you saw, that it got you all wet and needy.”

Hawks jaw set as his eyes fell over Dabi and you. You moaned when Dabi rolled your nipple between his fingers, and Hawks’ eyes jerked to yours. You had a choice here. A fairly obvious choice. You should’ve put your hands up, said you saw nothing, turned, and left. Hawks knew you wouldn’t say a damn thing, not if it were related to him. Even if it included him fraternizing with a member of the League of Villains. He knew. His gaze practically screamed that at you as he watched you.

But, and maybe this was how Hawks found himself in his current predicament, Dabi’s touch was addictive. As soon as he touched you, it was like a matching being dropped onto kerosene-soaked kindling. And the damn villain knew it, his smile only growing against your neck. His next bite was sharper, meaner.

“Tell him,” he repeated, and Hawks remained stiff, watching your every movement.

Humiliation fell over you as Dabi continued his assault on your chest, your neck, his words a heavy hum in your mind.

“I-It did,” you said at last, and even in the low lighting, you could see the muscle in Hawks’ jaw tense.

Dabi nudged a leg between yours, the same way he had to Hawks earlier, and his other hand came down to your hips. Roughly, he drew your hips along the taut thigh muscle, and the friction that should’ve soothed the ache only made it worse. You closed your eyes, unable to withstand seeing Hawks look at you. Feeling it was already a pleasant torture.

“What were you doing this far out from the party?” Dabi’s voice fanned your shoulder as he pulled the strap of your dress down with his teeth. He nipped along your collarbone and shoulder.

“Bathroom.” It technically wasn’t a lie.

“I asked you what brought you out here. Not why you left it.” He pressed his leg harder, and you reached out, grabbing a fistful of his dark jacket, nails digging into his skin.

Your eyes opened for a brief second and fell to Hawks. And even with his attention elsewhere, Dabi saw. His hand fell from your chest and joined the other on your hip, being reminded of how thin the fabric of your dress was. He lifted his head and peered over his shoulder, staring at the Winged Hero with wild amusement.

“Oh,” he practically sang. He stopped your hips, and you whimpered. “You were out looking for Hawks here.”

Something mischievous glinted in Dabi’s eyes.

“Did you have something you wanted to ask him?” Dabi lowered his leg and jerked you away from the door, flinging you into the Winged Hero’s arms. He caught you without a second thought, eyes giving Dabi an unreadable look before meeting yours. “Or maybe you were hoping to be the one hidden away in a back room with him.”

Your entire body felt flushed. The fabric around your chest was puckered and wrinkled from where Dabi had been teasing your nipples.

“I-I…” What were you supposed to say?

Hawks tipped your chin up, and any semblance of coherent thoughts was gone. The way his mouth twitched told you he already knew the answer was, yes, I wanted to be the one stealing kisses from Hawks. But he didn’t dare let that smile slip. Not enough for Dabi to see.

You were entranced. The way Hawks looked down at you with such heat in his eyes. The way the tension in the room seemed to wrap around you like thick, scratchy rope, tying you between the two men. A trembling breath, a rapidly beating heart, a low chuckle behind you as Dabi sauntered up and sandwiched you in. One of his hands played with the only piece of fabric holding your dress up around you.

“Go ahead, Hawks.” Hawks’ eyes went over your shoulder, no doubt meeting Dabi’s. They held for a long moment; the expression on Hawks’ face didn’t change. “Kiss her.”

Hawks didn’t hesitate. Not even half a second's pause. Before Dabi had even finished speaking, Hawks had his lips on yours. And even with the man behind you--or maybe that part only made it feel far better--Hawks felt perfect against you. He kept the distance between you as his lips touched yours for the first time, feeling like a dream, a fantasy, the impossible that you never thought would come. And then his teeth grazed your bottom lip, tongue following, and you whimpered. So quietly, like you’d meant it only for his ears, and the gap was erased. Nonexistent. It was just his body against yours, yours against his. The faint warmth of the man behind you.

His hands found your cheeks, grazed down along your neck, your arms, waist, hips. If he’d lost the erection between you discovering him and Dabi until now, it was back in full force, pressing firm against you. Fuck. You wanted him to fuck you, right there. You didn’t care about Dabi, even though that should’ve been the first reason why you shouldn’t have wanted Hawks to take you right there.

He broke the kiss, and his grip on your hips tightened. Unsaid words were in that hold. His eyes went to Dabi. It was almost possessive. Protective. Of you.

“What?” Dabi leaned against the wall, grinning smugly. “Not going to share? That’s no fun, Hawks. I think we should ask the lady. She seemed to enjoy my company a few moments ago, didn’t you?”

Your cheeks burned as you peered at the door the villain had you pressed against not more than three minutes ago. You didn’t even need to close your eyes to feel how well his fingers felt against you. How precise he had touched you. Like he knew exactly what you liked. You shouldn’t have enjoyed it. You shouldn’t have wanted more. And, damn it, it was written all over your face.

And for the first time since he said the villain’s name, Hawks spoke.

“Answer him.” His voice was soft yet stern. You swallowed your exhale.

“I did.” You had to force the words out. There was no anger, just the nerve-burning embarrassment that made you want to hide in your room for days.

“Tell ya what, Hawks.” Dabi stepped close against, hand on your shoulder, chin atop that. “I won’t put my dick in her unless she begs for it. My gift to you since you seemed to bring this little gift to us. Deal?”

Hawks hands on your hips twitched, and you could tell he wanted to look at you. His fingers were practically bruising you as he held you. But he kept his gaze fixated on Dabi.

“Deal,” you spoke for the Winged Hero, and Dabi laughed loud and proud, clearly not caring about anyone hearing. Hawks’ hold remained like iron.

“Then,” Dabi muttered as he lifted his head and hooked his finger under that final strap holding up your dress, “why don’t we unwrap our gift?”

He flicked your strap off faster and easier than you’d been expecting; the dress dropped and pooled around your waist, Hawks’ hands keeping it from falling to the floor. His eyes dropped instantaneously, and he sucked in a harsh breath. Dabi’s hands came up from around you and cupped your breasts, pinching your nipples as he kissed your neck. His skin seemed to spark against you, and you moaned. Hawks cursed under his breath.

“Such nice tits,” Dabi muttered as he started to roll his hips against your ass, and you realized Dabi was in the exact same boat as Hawks. “Don’t you agree, Hawks?”

Hawks’ hands twitched once more before they lifted, and your dress pooled around your feet. But that was only a momentary thought before Hawks traded places with Dabi, his head dipping into the crook of your neck to kiss, lick, bite, suck as his hands found your chest. They moved with an ease that masked nervousness, but the way he breathed unevenly against your pulse point, pausing before he ran his thumbs over your nipples, gave him away.

Behind you, Dabi kissed your shoulder before abruptly grabbing a fistful of your hair. You gasped, and Hawks pinched your nipples hard. You met Dabi’s merciless gaze, and his lips were on yours. Unapologetically dominant, hungry. He tugged on your hair, making you gasp, and he slipped his tongue inside your mouth. A moan escaped you, and Hawks dared to travel downward until his mouth hovered over a nipple. Dabi gave you only a second to meet Hawks’ gaze before Hawks wrapped his mouth around you and sucked sharply. Dabi swallowed your whine as he pressed his bruised lips against yours.

Trembling legs barely held you up as Hawks didn’t stop at your chest. He was on his knees, fingers playing with the tiny bow on your underwear. Two fingers found themselves between your legs, and your eyes widened at how good it felt.

“Oh, Hawks.” Dabi dragged his hand back, grabbing a handful of your ass before smacking it. “She’s soaked. Practically gushing for you.”

You went to bury your head in the crook of Dabi’s neck as if he’d let you hide. Instead, his hand found your chin and jerked you to watch Hawks. You bit your lip as Hawks frustratingly slowly pulled your underwear down your thighs. He sucked in a breath and groaned as he stared at you bare. Your body flushed as you squirmed in Dabi’s hold, unable to withstand Hawks’ sharp, observant stare as he seemed to memorize every naked inch of you. Like he was committing it to memory.

And then his fingers dragged between your folds, and had Dabi not wrapped an arm around your waist, your legs would’ve buckled.

Hawks fingers were precise as he spread your folds and found your clit. Slowly. Gentle. Purposeful circles. Your head fell back against the villain, and he snickered. Then Hawks lowered his head and--oh--that’s when you started to see stars. Dabi had to hold you still. If you thought you were squirming earlier, now you were writhing. It felt impossibly good. Thigh-shakingly good. It was better than you’d ever thought. Better than any wet dream. And that was just his mouth. Then, his fingers teased your entrance and you melted.

The way they curled in time with his mouth sucking, how his speed matched his tongue kitten-licking your clit. You moaned his name unapologetically and he chuckled against you. Dabi’s voice cut into your pleasure-clouded mind.

“Mind if I have some fun too?” His hand lifted to your mouth. “Open.”

You obliged, mostly because Hawks’ fingers curled against your sweet spot, and you couldn’t stop your mouth from gaping open.

“Good girl,” he murmured. “Now suck.”

Dabi stuck two fingers in your mouth, and you did as you were told. He hummed in satisfaction behind you, the vibrations rocking your whole body. When he finally pulled them free, you were starting to lose focus on anything that wasn’t Hawks. Until Dabi’s hand found itself between your legs, and very much not where Hawks was. You yelped as he pressed one finger against your asshole, pulling it out and running teasing circles over the sensitive skin.

Then he pushed it in again.

“So fucking tight.” Dabi didn’t stop when you pulled against his hold, the pleasure growing as a sharp coil began to twist in your stomach. “Oh, this close already? I know Hawks is good with his mouth, but you really must enjoy having both holes filled if you’re ready to cream all over his fingers. Don’t you?”

You whined in response as Dabi slid another finger into you. His foot nudged Hawks, and the Winged Hero’s movements slowed. Your eyes cracked open, and you saw Hawks waiting with a hint of curiosity behind his gaze.

“I-I do.” You nodded, and Dabi’s arm around your waist tightened.

“Dirty girl.” He curled his fingers. “If we hadn’t noticed you, how long would you have watched us in here?”

“H-Hawks would’ve noticed,” you said.

“And if I hadn’t?” Hawks’ voice was like honey compared to Dabi’s. Rich, golden honey. His next movement was dragging his tongue between your folds, from where his fingers curled inside you to where your clit sat swollen.

“Would you have watched as I would’ve stuffed his tie in his mouth, pressed him against the wall, and fucked him?” Dabi’s voice was no higher than a whisper, and Hawks shuddered below you. “Would you have touched yourself as I did? Enthralled, dripping wet, watching him beg against the fabric to cum?”

Your toes curled in your shoes, and Dabi kicked your legs slightly more open.

“Do you think I’d let him? Hawks is always great at making a convincing case when he fucks himself on my cock, practically using me like a fucking toy. Or, I guess, letting me use him like a toy. A tight fucking toy.” He tried to nudge a third finger in and you yelped. “Just like you.”

The coil tightened. And it tightened hard.

Dabi nudged Hawks again.

“You want to cum? Answer the question.”

Hawks slowed his movements once more, and you wanted to cry.

“Would you have stayed there and gotten yourself off while watching me fuck Hawks? It’s a simple yes or no answer.”

You could hear Dabi’s grin.

Tentatively, not wanting to think about your answer too much, you nodded.

“We need to hear it,” Dabi said. “Yes or no.”

You wrestled with the word for a few seconds, practically spitting it out.

“Yes.”

Dabi laughed as he matched Hawks’ almost desperate pace as he devoured you. Mouth and fingers, he was chasing the orgasm he’d built up within you. Dabi’s hand found your chin, and you opened your eyes, unable to hold Hawks’ gaze as your orgasm, suddenly, unexpectedly, like a bolt of lightning tore through you. Dabi covered your mouth with his hand to muffle the cry that escaped you, a strangled version of Hawks’ name.

You came over his fingers, both sets of eyes watching you like the Winged Hero’s namesake.

Your eyelids felt heavy as Hawks pulled his fingers from you--Dabi next--and you caught Hawks wiping his glistening chin with the back of his hand as he tried to steady his breathing. Dabi walked you back towards the wall, lifting one of your legs up and bringing his other hand to your throat.

“Do you want him to fuck you?”

You nodded. “I do.”

“How badly?”

“Desperately,” you croaked out as Hawks rose to his feet. The way he looked at you, leg held open by Dabi, body still strung out from your orgasm, dripping just for him. Because of him. Well, mostly him.

“You going to give the lady what she wants, bird? Cause I wouldn’t mind hearing her beg for me.” Dabi rolled his hips forward. He felt huge against the swell of your ass.

But you weren’t left thinking about that long as Hawks closed the space, hand on your chin, mouth on yours.

“Aw, look at him, being all tender. How sweet.” Dabi’s voice was thick with mockery.

Hawks responded by kissing you harder, guiding your hands down to his belt. His fingers wrapped lightly around your wrists. You looked at him with wide eyes as he broke the kiss for a moment. While you looked at him, he licked his lips and smirked. But there was that nearly impossible to see glint in his eyes. Silently asking if you wanted this. As if you hadn’t made that abundantly clear to him.

You undid his belt, and with swift hands, he undid the rest.

Your mouth watered as he freed himself from his pants, and you reached a hand down, carefully fisting his cock. That earned the quietest, breathiest moan from him as he leaned forward, arms on either side of you, forehead against yours. Dabi scoffed, and you ignored him, continuing the motion until Hawks cursed and pulled you from him.

“Any more of that, and you’ll kill me before I can fuck you.” He nudged your nose with his as he lined himself up and slowly pushed himself in.

For the first, when he was half-sheathed inside you, he waited. He kissed you, his hands went to your hips and took Dabi’s place underneath your knee, pinning your leg up beneath him, and he waited. You stretched around him, adjusting to his cock, and he only moved when you whimpered his name. Not when Dabi muttered, “what a gentleman.” Not when you adjusted your feet, and your abdomen flexed, squeezing Hawks’ cock. Only when his name left you in the sweetest plea.

Then he moved. His head pressed into the crook of your neck, mouth parted, breath fanning against you. Then his hips were flush against yours. And your arms came around him, digging into his back through the jacket, the vest, the shirt. You wanted to feel all of him against you, but you couldn’t. Not here. This was a quick fuck. A quick fuck that, as Hawks languidly pulled out, he seemed to be making last as long as he could.

“Wow, Hawks, should I be jealous?” Dabi’s hand tightened on your throat as the other snuck between you and Hawks, tweaking your nipples as Hawks slowly fucked you. “You’re never this tender with me.”

Hawks laughed and it practically made you float.

“Don’t underestimate this one, Hawks.” Sparks ignited beneath Dabi’s hands, and you moaned. It was just hot enough to sting, but, surprisingly, he kept it dialed back. “I think this one’s kinkier than even I thought.”

The heat intensified, and Hawks’ hips started to snap against you harder. Faster.

Dabi’s hand moved from your chest, and for a second, you thought he was going to go between your legs. If he would’ve touched your clit, you would’ve been done for. That much you knew. But he didn’t. He drifted back to where he’d been before, spitting on his fingers before filling you the same way as before. His fingers were still warm as he stretched you. Hawks’ fucking your cunt and Dabi’s fingers fucking your ass made you clamp your eyes shut. Hawks bit down on your neck, and you threw your head back.

That shame was back. The same shame you’d felt when Dabi first touched you.

You wanted more. You wanted more of him.

“D-Dabi.” His name felt heavy in your mouth. This was your first time with Hawks. Dabi shouldn’t have been on your mind. Tucked into your neck, Hawks’ jaw tensed. His hips snapped against yours with a different fervor.

“Yes?” He didn’t hide the surprise in his voice; in fact, you were sure he heightened it to piss Hawks off.

“I…” You wanted more of him now. “F-Fuck me.”

“Hawks is currently doing that.” He was able to slip a third finger in now. He only pumped it a few times before adding a fourth. You burned, but you weren’t sure if that was from his quirk, the stretch, or both. “And with how tight you’re squeezin’ my fingers, I’d say he’s doing a decent enough job.”

Hawks growled. Growled. And kissed you. Part of you thought it was to shut you up, to keep you from asking--from begging--but it felt a lot more like he was trying to mark you. You were his.

“Remember: beg.” He twisted his hand, curled his fingers. God. Mixed with Hawks, you weren’t going to last much longer. And you wanted to cum with both of them inside of you.

Both of them fucking you.

“Please,” you sobbed as Hawks angled your hips and he hit your sweet spot. “Please fuck me. Please.”

“I’d be happy to.” His belt buckle clinked as he undid it behind you, and you sighed as you felt him spit again and run his cock over your ass. You could feel the same staples along it that ran along his patchworked skin. “Hawks.”

Hawks dropped to lazy thrusts, grumbling curses under his breath.

“Unless you’d prefer for me to go in dry--and you know exactly how that feels--I suggest you-”

“I got it,” the Winged Hero shot back.

He pulled out and you felt empty. You clung to him, knowing he wasn’t going anywhere, but held onto him nonetheless. He kissed your jaw as Dabi ran his cock between your folds, gathering your slick--for almost a little too long--letting the tip of his cock repeatedly hit your swollen, throbbing clit. You twitched each time he did, and he snickered. He only lined himself up when Hawks shot him a predatory glare, and you felt Dabi smirk against your shoulder.

Hawks let Dabi go first, murmuring praises in your ear as you took the villain. It burned. It ached. It felt phenomenal. And Hawks pinned Dabi beneath you--clearly knowing the man’s mannerisms too well--and gave you the moments you needed to adjust to the villain’s cock. Rendered speechless, you dug your teeth into your bottom lip. Even slower than before, Hawks pushed himself back in.

Dabi didn’t let you adjust to having both holes filled. With surprising strength, he had one hand on your throat--which continued to burn--and the other on your hips, and he snapped against you. Then Hawks’ hips jerked forward.

All you could do was stay between the two, mouth trapped between your teeth, tears streaming down your cheeks--that Dabi seemed to thoroughly enjoy licking--and take every wave of sharp pleasure they gave you. Then, as Dabi’s thrusts grew rough and Hawks’ grew uneven, Dabi’s hand on your waist dropped to your clit.

“Wanna fuckin feel you cum while you get both holes fucked,” the villain whispered like a threat.

It was almost painful. Not the harsh circles, not Hawks or Dabi slamming into you, not the prickling heat from Dabi’s fingers. The potently, almost unfiltered pleasure that slammed into you as soon as Dabi’s fingers touched your clit. You hadn’t even felt your orgasm building until then. Not until Hawks reangled you, Dabi’s fingers touched you, and the heat around your neck intensified. Then you came.

Hawks’ mouth swallowed the half sob, half cry as you came. He kissed you hard, hips stuttering until his hand slammed on the wall next to you, and he came. Hard. You felt him fill you, his other arm wrapped around you--your leg falling--as he held you as close to him as he could.

Dabi cursed, and you whined as his grip on your neck tightened, and just as blackness started at the edge of your vision did Dabi cum. His hips were flush against yours as he, like Hawks, filled you, and he hummed in satisfaction.

He pulled out first, pushing you forward, spreading you as he watched his cum leak out of you. Then Hawks followed suit, unable to fight the urge to do that same. He kissed you what felt like was going to be a final time as Dabi slid out from beneath you and buckled his belt.

His hand found your chin, still hot, and through teary eyes, he held your gaze.

“If I had a say in it, you’d be keeping that in you until the party ended.” His eyes glittered, and you subconsciously clenched. “Not a drop spilling out.”

“Dabi,” Hawks said. This time, it was his voice with the threat laced in it.

Dabi smirked.

“But, sadly, this is where I say goodbye.” He looked at the Winged Hero. “Bring her to the next meeting. We can do this again.”

He lingered only for a heartbeat before he slipped out the door and you were left with Hawks. Twenty minutes ago, you’d been out standing with your friends, daydreaming about a second dance with the hero. Now, you’d just been fucked by him and one of the most wanted villains.

“Ha-”

“We need to get you cleaned up.” He bent down and picked up your dress and underwear.

“I’m not going to say anything.” He didn’t stop as he guided your underwear up your trembling legs. But he did twitch. Every so slightly. “Not a damn word.”

“I know you won’t,” he muttered.

Next came your dress. Guilt twisted in your gut. Then something much, much deeper. Sharper. Blood-chilling.

“I-If you hadn’t wanted to...with me...and you felt pressured to-”

His eyes widened, and he dropped the straps of your dress before he could right them on your shoulders. Two red deaths came down and finished the process as he cupped your cheeks. There was a desperation in his eyes. On his face. He kissed you, tenderly. Carefully.

“I promise you, I promise you with every feather on my wings, I wanted to. I’ve been wanting to.”

“Then…”

“I just wasn’t imagining fucking you for the first time with...another person there.” He raised an eyebrow at you, eyes dropping to your ass as you turned.

You nodded. You wouldn’t have imagined that either. But...he had been imagining. He’d been imagining being with you.

It seemed that crush was more than just reciprocated.

“So,” he said as he wiped the mascara from underneath your eyes, hand on the small of your back as the two of you left the quaint room. “Next time, it’s going to be just you and me.”

You walked beside each other, hyper-aware of both the men you’d just been with. From the pleasure and the pain radiating through you with each step, from the liquid seeping out of you with each little movement. Hawks stopped next to the bathroom, leaning against the doorframe and eyeing you from head to toe. He leaned in, mouth grazing your ear.

“And next time, I’m going to absolutely worship you.”

You inhaled quickly and held that breath as Hawks stepped back.

Footsteps sounded nearby, and you and Hawks parted as a group muttered an excuse me as they stepped into the bathroom.

Hawks stared at you a second longer. Eyes full. Mouth tipped into a sunny smile.

He started to back away and scanned your body once more.

“I still expect that second dance.”

And of all things, as he shoved his hands in his pockets and grinned that boyish grin you’d seen countless times before, he winked.

THE MUMMY (1999) + letterboxd reviews ↳ insp. & insp.

shout out to all the people who identify with gifted kid burnout syndrome who are probably just neurodivergent but werent diagnosed as a child, who used to devour books like it was nothing and never really understood why the protagonist would leave their cool fantasy world behind to go back home at the end of the story, and who are now extremely disappointed in reality and use escapism as their primary coping mechanism. how’s that bisexuality and deep-rooted anger at the school system going for you?

“Sooo..Date me” - a bakukami fic

Hey everyone, here’s another fic, this time a bakukami! I apologize for any grammar mistakes! Hope you enjoy! 

Summary: Bakugo makes a blunt statement and Denki doesn’t know how to respond or why Bakugo would say those words.

“So…date me.”

Denki blinks. He opened his mouth to speak, unable to find any words; he closed it again, unsure how to respond to that blunt statement. It wasn’t as if the curt tone threw him off—that tone was simply Bakugo’s regular voice—but the words themselves that made Denki’s swirling mind freeze and gape at Bakugo. His pencil fell from his grasp, and it rolled across the desk, and it dropped to the ground, a harsh clank against the flooring, it rang in Denki’s ears, breaking the echoing silence.

He stares at Bakugo, and Bakugo begins glaring at him, his lips turned down into a slight frown, almost like a pout, and Denki wants to reach across the desk and touch it and force those pink pouty lips into a smile, or at least the most equivalent version of a Bakugo smile. Either way, Denki wants a Bakugo smile thrown in his direction, whether it was the soft, fond one that plays at the edge of his mouth or the one that curls and his teeth are baring like a tiny chihuahua baring its mouth to a stranger—either one would still make Denki’s heart flutter at sight.

Tilting his head to the side, Denki laughs out his answer awkwardly, “What?”

Bakugo was leaning back in his chair, touching the desk behind him as his eyes flicker over Denki’s face. It shouldn’t be hot, but it is. His top buttons, as always, opened, showing off his glistening skin, and Denki swallows. His fingers twitch against his thighs, wanting nothing more than to run his fingers up Bakugo’s chest, linger against the skin and slowly button the shirt to its proper form. Denki clenches his hand, letting the nails dig into his palms.

His eyes flicker back to Bakugo’s, and he sees a growing, mischievous, cocky, smug smile that has Denki holding back a groan and his nails trying to break the skin. Denki hated how much he found Bakugo Katsuki attractive. He wants to kiss that smirk off his face and leave him breathless the same way Bakugo leaves him.

“I said,” Bakugo pauses, arching an eyebrow, a smirk plastered on his face that makes Denki’s breath hitch. He lets his chair fall forward with a sudden smack, and he leans across the desk, pushing the abandoned notebook and book across, creating a distance between the two. Red eyes never waver from Denki’s, and from beneath his eyelashes, Bakugo slowly enunciates the next words. “Date. Me.”

Denki stares at Bakugo, ignoring the flutter in his stomach from the way Bakugo’s tongue rolled out the words. The beats between the two and the deep growl he adds to it—it shouldn’t make Denki’s knees and breath quiver, but it does, and Denki’s grateful he’s already sitting down. The thumping of his heart from feeling the intense look from red eyes that makes his skin tight and burn from its intensity. And, the smirk that makes Denki want to reach over, grab Bakugo by the collar, pull him until their lips meet in a clash.

Denki swallows again and breaks eye contact. “Why…” he clears his throat and tries again, “why would you say that?”

“Didn’t you say that anyone would be lucky to have me?”

“That was weeks ago!” Denki splutters. “I-I obviously said that after y’know,” he flaps his hands, “After you confessed that you never dated anyone and in a moment of bro bonding, I said it to make you feel better, Kacchan.” His hands moved along to his words. Denki’s eyes flicker around the room, trying to avoid Bakugo’s eyes. “And…and why are you even bringing this up? I thought we agreed on what happened during bros nights stays at bros nights. How dare you break the sacred bro code?! An-”

Denki squeaked out the last word as Bakugo’s hands captured his hands, and Denki let the rest of the sentence die on his tongue. His cheeks burned.

“Oi, Dunce face, you’re rambling,” Bakugo let his hands go. “Nearly knocked me over with all those hand movements.” He fell back into his seat. “Date me. It’s as simple as that. You said anyone would be lucky to have you, so it’s your chance to be lucky.” Bakugo rolls his eyes.

“That’s not how it works. You can’t just say something like that out of the blue. You can’t expect me to accept it. Because this has to be a joke.” Denki stares at his fingers, afraid to look at Bakugo because if he does, he knows he’ll start crying.

Because here’s his crush giving him the opportunity to date, and Denki knows it’s all a joke. Almost every time Denki had been asked out was one, and how could this be any different.

He fiddles with his fingers trying to stop the bubbling of tears. He feels a foot press against his, and for some reason, it calms him enough that his leg stops its shaking motion (and if he presses the same amount of pressure back and the other foot tries to find Bakugo’s, well that’s between him, Bakugo and the gods).

“Bakugo, you can’t joke about things like that, especially to me,” Denki mutters.

“Oi! You really think I’m joking about this! Do you really think that low of me?” The foot moves away, and Denki does everything in him to stop his foot from chasing after it, wanting at least that small comfort, that small initiative of physical contact.

“Of course not!” Denki quickly says, a little bit too fast, a little bit too harsh. He throws a glare at Bakugo and he swallows before firmly saying “No, never. I would be a shitty extra if I did think less of you.”

Denki wants to reach over and grab Bakugo’s hands again, but he can’t. He can’t let him know how much he craves the small touches between them and how much he really wants to kiss him until they’re both gasping for air, and and and and how much he loves him.

Maybe love is a strong word to use, but, fuck Denki knows that whatever this feeling is for this pomeranian dog, gremlin of a person is extremely close to love.

“It’s just… it’s just..” Denki trails off, his eyes began to water, and he looked down at his fingers—the skin around his thumbs picked, a small dot of blood spilling across his skin, he pulls it up to his mouth and takes it in, trying to use it as a block to prevent him from saying anything else. Pulling it back out, he smiles at Bakugo and waves his hands as erasing the moments before. “Forget I said anything. But, Kacchan, I can’t date you anyways….”

Denki wonders if Bakugo will believe him about his next words or if Shinsou would mind using him as a deflective tool and avoid exposing his true feelings for Bakugo. He’ll make it up to Shinsou after this is over; maybe he’ll invite Deku along to the plans so the lovebirds could hang out. Yeah, Denki thought, a solid plan, and maybe he’ll manage to leave the outing and go sorrow in his misery and maybe cry over this whole ordeal.

“I’m kinda seeing Shinsou.” Denki breathed out. He fiddled with his fingers, trying to avoid Bakugo’s eyes, anything that would expose him for lying.

“Tch,” Denki’s eyes flickered up to Bakugo, who was watching him behind slitted eyes, and his lips curled into a sneer, “You may want to talk to Eyebags about that. Last time I checked, he and Shitty Deku were dating. Committed.” Bakugo narrowed his eyes at Denki’s groan.

Denki covered his face. Of course, Deku would tell Bakugo about his relationship—Bakugo may adamantly decline his and Deku’s friendship, but it was clear to anyone that the duo patched things over and could hold conversations again, but Denki hadn’t realized how close the pair had gotten.

Of course, now Denki is truly fucked.

Denki peaked between his fingers, and he could see the twitch at the corners of his lips. His lips still curled, baring his teeth, and his eyes narrowed, but Denki was one of the few people who could easily read Bakugo, and his red eyes twinkle with amusement, and Denki wanted to capture that small spark and hold onto it like a small speck of a flame.

“Are you laughing at me, Kacchan?” Denki’s words made Bakugo huff out a laugh, and the corners of his mouth twitched into a suppressed smile. Now, that is something Denki wants to paint across the walls, frame it in a gallery because that soft, shy smile made Denki warm.

It made Bakugo look softer. He is handsome, but once, Bakugo stopped making those forced anger, annoyed expressions—he still looked hot with those looks, but when Bakugo let his face relax into his natural demeanor, it made Denki want nothing more to engrave the image behind his eyelids or tattoo it against his skin—an exaggeration he knows, but goddamn, Bakugo is so fucking handsome that it made Denki go a little insane. His fingers twitched to grab his phone and capture the image, but doing so would kinda expose him—he does manage to capture some of those fond smiles Bakugo tries to hide behind his explosive demeanor, but Denki knows.

“Tch,” Bakugo leans forward, his fingers drumming against the desk, a smirk and mirth dancing in his eyes. “You’re a worse liar than Deku. But, I praise the attempt.” He huffs out.

“Kacchan.” Denki groans. “Can we just pretend none of this happened and go back to studying?”

“And, here, I thought you would want to… I don’t know…do anything but study. That’s the first, Sparky. Full of surprises.” He shakes his head. “But, Dunce face, I do actually mean it. Date me.”

Denki’s eyes roamed over Bakugo’s face, trying to find something that proves that he’s lying or something that’s a joke, anything to avoid getting hurt. But, he knows that Bakugo wouldn’t lie; he’s not someone to lie, whether meaningless or important. Bakugo was blunt as fuck, and he wouldn’t lie––at least that’s what Denki thinks.

“How,” Denki paused. He swallowed before speaking again, his fingers trembling against his thigh and his heart hammering against his chest. Knots forming in his stomach.

“How what? Spit it out.”

“How do I know if you actually do mean it?” Denki yelled out. He pressed his lips together, and he wanted nothing more than to run out of the room and pretend none of this was happening.

That Bakugo isn’t sitting before him with the most handsome face, and kissable lips, and and and….he rather pretend than face this head-on, and he knows that’s the opposite of what Bakugo deserves in a partner, but Denki is someone not worthy to be Bakugo’s partner. Anyone would be a better fit than Denki.

“Tch. Can’t believe I have to spell it out for you, Dunce Face.” But, Bakugo stopped. His eyes flickered over Denki’s face, and Denki knew he saw the unspilled tears building in his eyes and the way his lips began to tremble. Bakugo’s face softened.

“Hey, Denks,” Bakugo whispered. He brushed a finger against Denki’s cheek, and Denki closed his eyes and breathed in. “Can I…Can I kiss you?”

Denki’s eyes flung open. His throat was closing up, and he didn’t know what to do.

“Please, Denki. Can I kiss you?” Denki nodded, fingers gripping his cheeks, forcing him to look upwards into determined red eyes. “I need to hear you say it.”

“Yes.” Denki breathed out.

That’s all it took for Bakugo to sweep in and close the distance between the two. His lips were soft against Denki’s, and it felt amazing. It was softer than Denki originally thought kissing Bakugo would be like. He always imagined it being rough, aggressive, a flurry of explosions. He didn’t expect this softness. This spread of warmth throughout his body and fingers gentle against his skin.

Denki leaned further into the kiss. The desk dug into his stomach, and his fingers gripped against Bakugo’s shirt in a desperate hold. He wanted to close any distance between them. He wants to convey everything he feels for Bakugo in this kiss. He wants him to know that he genuinely cares and loves him. Because this may be the only chance he’ll get to kiss his crush, and he wants to make sure it’s worth the heartache.

Bakugo pulls back and Denki sighs. His eyes flutter open. “Stop thinking. I know you think this is a joke or whatever, but it’s fucking not. Denki Kaminari, I like you. I like the way you push me to be friendly or whatever. And, you bring out a side of me that I never expected. You’re never one to back down on telling me off. You just, fuck, Dunce Face. You gotta trust me, okay. I’m not one that uses words or shit. Just let me prove it to you.” Bakugo leans in and kisses Denki again.

Whispering against his lips, “So, date me, Denki.”

“Katsuki,” Denki breaths out. “Yeah, okay.”

“Good. Maybe you do have a brain in there.”

“Yeah, you think?”

“Yeah, it knows that you’re about to be the luckiest person in the world. Shitty extras are going to be jealous that you’re dating The Bakugo Katsuki.” Bakugo grins.

Denki huffs out a laugh, the edges of his lips twitching into a smile. “Shitty extras don’t know what they’re missing.”

Denki leans in again for another kiss. They continue kissing until they lose their breaths.

Denki may still think he’s not worth being Bakugo’s partner, but he’s sure as hell is going to enjoy being by his side as long as Bakugo wants him to. But that’s for another day to worry about; for now, Denki is enjoying the feel of Bakugo’s soft lips against his.

Throwback to that time Zuko thought he could take down an airbending master that had fans

is your comfort character also a sad pretty boy with trauma and questionable morals or are you normal

i am. so sorry if i have ever used the phrase “i have an au where—” and led you to believe that there is an actual fic out there for you to read rather than, at best, a post where i explain the concept, and at worst it is simply something that lives in my brain

hello!!!!!!