#dabixyou

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1. Discovery.

Rolling their shoulders backwards, a blanket fell backwards as a tall silhouette ghosted from the bedroom door that they left open.

When the bathroom light blinked to life, (y/n) faintly heard the screeching of the door shut on itself. Though, she knew her beloved boyfriend had to go to ‘work’, what she didn’t know was who made his phone ping at 7:15 in the morning.

Scooting over to the opposite side of the bed, blankets stuck to sweat-ridden skin as they coiled around her legs similarly to a snake and ensnared them to stay stuck and stationary. The plush pillows tried to lull her back to sleep. However, (y/n) wasn’t having any of it.

Reaching out to grab Dabi’s phone- even if he didn’t give you permission- the time was as you predicted, though the contents of his notifications bleeping up was something you didn’t predict. The background of his lock screen was something to behold as it was a picture of your concentrated form doodling in a sketchbook whilst a pale white cup stood beside two fresh slices of cake.

Shakily revealing the messaging app, there was around four or five unknown contacts, all listed under the people’s numbers.

Though one of them caught your eye.

Opening the chatroom, your free hand clutched the blankets.

Dabi is going to regret making you break the way you did that morning.

(He has no choice in doing so.)

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2. Kicking the asshole out.

“Toga…?  C-can you come over, please.”

The TV presented the small-town news that had little to no intervention though that didn’t mould the female into a wish less mess where a gentle hand went to work and smooth out ensnared knots. “Are you okay now, (y/n)-chan?” You never heard Toga murmur before, but that’s the perks of being alive now.

(Y/n) released the trembling bubble of air out of her lungs and into the atmosphere, readying herself for that front door to open. Shaking your head to respond to Toga’s question, a small huff was released out of the other female’s chest.

The blonde female knew why you still weren’t okay.

Whoever walks through that door will have a profound effect on whatever will happen to (y/n).

However, with the slight nudge of her friend’s hand pinching the side of her sensitive waist, a yelp was released in surprise whereas the blonde villain giggled at the reaction. “Your so easy to scare, (y/n)-chan!” Toga loved to tease you, but in this time frame it wasn’t to make you feel uncomfortable but rather the opposite.

She wanted to make your thunder stricken heart rumble with rage in an unknown and bizarre way- but to also remind that you weren’t alone-, though, you had this bubbly and extra crazy best friend who brought over too many sweets for your stomach to handle alongside the annoyance that you hadn’t noticed Dabi’s strange and desolate nature.

As Toga picked up another opened bag of candy (I think they were ‘eclairs’), unwrapped the golden covering as the crinkling plastic fumbled like sparks dancing across the fingers in a tantalising rhythm. In an attempt to grab the bag, Toga was about to throw it across the room so you could get off her because, and I quote “You’re killing me with your weight!”, how lovely that compliment is for somebody who’s blood is like a glacier falling apart after a storm chipped the exterior and revealed the icy truth underneath.

And may God cover their eyes, as that chilling sharp edge at the tip of the glacier crumbles under Mother Nature’s will (so does the female when the familiar screech of the door revealing whoever is walking through reaches her ears).

Sluggishly dripping back onto the couch where at least three of the seven stocked up with fluff blankets- wrapped around drooped shoulders- had slid onto the floor, Toga made an effort to pick them up and stuff (piling) them next to the drowsy (y/n).

“I’m home, dollface!” A familiar voice hollered.

When both of the female’s heard that voice, there was no turning back to the past.

(Y/n) glanced to a duffel bag next to the couch, then glanced towards the teenager’s sinking rage as the blonde’s lips started to slip into a scowl.

A step almost turned into two, however, was held back by the puffy eyed female. “C-c-can I handle this…please?” They whimpered.

Toga really needs to gain a resistance to (y/n) cuteness when she’s sad.

Grabbing the duffel bag, two slippers shuffled (real smooth) around the couch to enter the hallway that led to the front door. Exactly where Dabi was about to take off his shoes.

“I recommend not taking your shoes off.” The pair of blue eyes looked up in confusion. “What? So, I can’t take off my own shoes in our home?” It sounded like a tease, but what if there was another meaning behind it?

Dabi, however, knew that familiar look of sharp-edges eyes where the glossy swirling of a singular emotion led to- and his teasing didn’t make the situation, he’s found himself in, any more light-hearted.

“This isn’t your home anymore,” Hissed (y/n), where (the fuck) did she get that attitude from?

“Who told you that you can throw me o—” The heavy duffel bag clutched in (y/n) clammy hands thud against Dabi’s chest, where his feet slid against the front door’s matt- his legs trembled at the impact the bag had on his chest- along with the rising cough that caught up to him after fleeing from a hero.

“Nobody—told me what to do.” Another sniff ensued, “But, I figured out the truth.” An eyebrow twitched upwards in anticipation as his hand bawled against his hip.

“Then tell me, what’s this big ass ‘truth’ you figured out?” Retorted the male with turquoise eyes watching her head droop towards the ground to hide something.

Raising it after a momentary pause, she glowered “You’re a bloody cheater, Touya.” When tears stained the red canvas again.

“Oh, so this is what it’s about…” Voice as nonchalant as shallow murky river water, “Do you even realise why I did it?” Rolling his eyes, two fingers wormed their way towards a special ring on her left hand before it hit the ground.

“I don’t want to know why.”

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3. Jealousy

It was sudden, quick, and loud how Toga came into your (lonely) apartment.

Bang went the door against the wall and crash went the multiple shoes from the shoe cabinet as they thudded against the floor.

“(Y/N)-CHAN! I HAVE GOOD NEWS!” Her shout was louder than the moans you would usually make when it was a pleasurable night with your (new) ex, however you shouldn’t dwell on past relationships.

Only moving your eyes slightly from the book gripped tightly in your hands, Toga sauntered over holding a suspiciously large bag, this only led one ping-pong ball bouncing back to another ping-pong ball within the crevasses of your mind.

Placing a ripped piece of paper in the book, it snapped shut, “Who did you kill?” questioned (y/n)- knowing that when Toga finds something, she will resort to violence, no matter the cost-, however the sweet smile presented as a defence for whatever action she committed was enough dull your concern.

 “Not telling ya!” Then getting a knife out- wait, where did that even come from-, Toga stabbed into the black plastic bag and tore it open with many- I mean tons- of clothes sliding out of the bag and becoming a miniature avalanche in the small space that is your living room.

“…H-how?” Sputtered (y/n), Toga replied: “Big sis’ Mags let us borrow some of her clothes!”

(Y/n) can only imagine how Toga managed to convince Magne to let her borrow some clothes off her, and by clothes, (y/n) could only assume its short skirts and dresses.

“But!” Added Toga, “we have to wait for Mr.C to pop up!”

Great, even Mr. Compress knows about your breakup with Dabi.

“Fine.”

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Sitting pretty on a kitchen chair, a small brush lightly dabbed a small hint of colour against the rooftop of your eyes. “Why are we doing this, again?” Murmured the relaxed female as a small dress laid boringly over the torso where it edged closely to showing the backside of her thighs.

Chuckling in response to her inquisitive comment, the villain grabbed liquid eyeliner, although it was smacked out of his hand and replaced with pencil eyeliner matched with a scowl from his subject.

“Liquid eyeliner is cursed, don’t get that shit near me.”

“My, my, even somebody as classy as I wouldn’t offensively smack such an object—”

Oh boy, here we go again.

“Shush, I could easily get Big Sis Magne to beat your ass if you use that tone with me, sir.”— “Oh heavens no! I think Magne would pick my side out of the two of us!”— “Oh really now?”— “I believe—”

Another door slammed open and in stormed Toga in a confident catwalk down the hallway just to profoundly exclaim; “NOPE! SHE’LL CHOOSE ME AS THE CHOSEN ONE!”

Cue the laughter.

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Before the sun was ready to roll itself out of the closet, the patchwork villain made his way under the thick cover of darkness to a certain broker’s office.

Pushing it open to let the light of the office room scream in his eyes before he even had the chance to speak, the older male that greeted him, offered him a seat.

“Hey Dabi, what brings you here to my humble abode?” Giran spoke out as the glistening cup of coffee placed in front of the wanderer reflected the light into its murky brown ripples. “I need you to trace this number to its origin, and quick.” Anxiously sliding his phone to showcase your number, the broker twitched his brow upwards.

“First and foremost, where’s the cash?” A thick wad of yen slammed against the table.

“Happy now?”— “Very much so!” Scowling at Giran’s happy chirp, the broker worked his magic on the burner phone to effectively trace the number back to your location, where Dabi soon enough made his way towards the destination you were at.

He doesn’t know why he’s doing this…

Nor why he still keeps the ring…

However, he knows what he’s going to say next.

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4.  Anger

Simmering and low crackles of something in the kitchen of your apartment awoke the female from her drunken slumber.

What was being made and why does it smell so familiar? The waft of the meal being created swarmed the first stimulant within the hungover mind of yours truly as the wavering warmth rustled around your legs in an unspoken persuasive whisper to stay in bed.

However, curiosity killed the cat and also brought it back.

Two feet tapped the floor in alerted silence.

Tiptoeing across the room, a hand clenched the side of the doorway when two eyes surfed the surroundings outside of her den.

The sizzling stopped, with a small snap of fire going out.

At the same time this happened, it was then when she figured out who was in her kitchen: Him.

Him, with his tall stance that could make for a ladder to climb on or him with his broad shoulders that look like they were bricks squished underneath his skin, where his paired raven hair familiarly spiked up.

“What are you doing here?” If it wasn’t for the delicious food he was making, then you would’ve killed him on sight. A lacklustre glance at the female, he uses one of her spatulas to move the bacon from the frying pan onto a plate with plump golden coloured scrambled eggs.

“You were drunk, I brought you home, and am now making your hangover breakfast.” Placing the plate next to your arm resting against the counter, with another glance in your direction, Dabi made a finishing blow in the words of: “Since you can’t cook for shit.”

Oh boy, he knows you too well to expect your immediate reaction: anger.

From the built-up rage that started to stack up from days of unrest (and being bloated because of the several tubs of Bens & Jerry’s ice cream), it all started to splutter out of control.

“Oh-- So now your fucking attacking me after the shit you put me through?”

“Why should you know?” (Y/n) turned sour at his comment, “’Why’ I should know?!”

From the nearest counter, there was an empty glass. You took advantage of the potential weapon held it up ready for it to slam against the ground.

“(Y/n) -- put the glass down.” Warned the patchwork male.

With the tips of her ears feeling ever so hot, it felt like the pressure escalating within her ears caused only for her protests to be heard even through the pause of silence.

“(Y/n).” A small twitch of one of his feet made (y/n) flinch backwards. “Com’ on, I know you don’t want to hurt me.” He took another step toward, her grip tightened on the glass cup.

“Do you even know why I’m here?”

“No,” Moving her hand higher, Dabi took another step forward, (Y/n) took another step back, “And I don’t want to kno—” Blubbering a bit of salvia as the female attempted to speak, though it was incoherently heard through squished cheeks.

“Listen, for fucks sake,” Electric blue eyes pierced into your soul like a spear, it’s quite hilarious: You once loved those blue eyes of his, you once worshipped the feeling of his eyes raking down your nude body before- as they took in the sight of pleasure squirming and tightening underneath those diligently flexible fingers-, but those days are over.

He can worship your goddamn forgiveness if he’s going to restrain you like this.

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5. Forgiveness

“That’s what happened.”

Two legs of your own were crossed over each other like two birds of a feather.

“Are you being honest with me?”

His hand tapped the table as he sat across from you.

“Yes, I’m being honest.”

Breathing inwards and releasing a slow, practiced breath. She glanced at the male’s awaiting expression.

“Okay…”

Biting his ruined lip, the raven-haired male let out a breath of relief.

“Will you forgive me?”

She wishes she could.

“I’m not so sure yet…”

Dabi looked to the side to see (y/n) with both of his eyes.

“But, I’ll give you one last try.”

Taglist: 

@glitterfreezed, @in-this-house-we-stan-izuku, @haredabi, @orenjineki

A blue light faded in and out all around your room. You turned to your alarm clock and waited until your vision cleared and you were able to see the neon-light numbers reading 3:33 p.m. You swore you’d only take a twenty-minute nap, but it lasted an hour.

Those golden eyes still haunted your thoughts. In the corner of your room, you saw a figure near your closet. When turning on your lamp near your bedside, you laughed sheepishly as you saw your clothes were piled up on your lounge chair, shaped into a figure.

Today, you were lucky enough to have just one class for the day. You hated how late your classes for this quarter were. You packed your laptop and other school essentials, heading out your apartment. You were in your second year of college and completely done with academia. Essays every week, exams bi-weekly; it was enough to drive anyone mad. But with your parents struggling to pay the bills, that was all the motivation you needed to withstand these stressed-filled days.

You finally made it to your college, sighing in relief as you stepped out of the bus.

The professor carried on his lecture while you struggled to remain focused. Out of your entire schedule, Biology was the class you despised the most. Even though you’d taken biology in high school, you could not, for the life of you, remember what vesicles and lysomes were. All your attention seemed to be directed towards the golden-haired man you saw in your dreams. Who was he to you? Why was he so passionate about keeping you safe? Had you met before? 

Class seemed to pass by as you were already near the end of the lecture. The professor finished off by reminding the students that their midterm was coming soon. You realized you’d been behind on your studies. You internally groaned at the thought of binge studying, knowing darn well that it might nearly be impossible. Maybe you’d ask Natsuo for help.

The professor was finally finished with his lecture and you was more than eager to be one of the few that finished packing early and out the door before everyone else.

The sky was no longer as bright as you remembered. It had turned navy blue and the lights from outside the buildings were the only source of light. Even the bus stop you needed to take had one light, illuminating the sole bench that stood there. Though it made you uncomfortable, you knew you had to wait there until the bus arrived. You hoped it wouldn’t run late.

A looming figure, unknown to you was leaning against a tree, watching you. The back of your neck tingled with nervousness. You couldn’t see where, but you knew someone was close by. As if by instinct, you finally found the figure you had sensed across the street. You couldn’t make out his face, but you knew it wasn’t a familiar one. Your breath stood still as you tried acting aloof. You two were the only two people in the surrounding area. The bus stop’s light flickered like the bulb was soon to burst. You thought it best to turn back and make your way back to campus or where there were groups of people. The click of your shoes against the pavement was the only sound that echoed throughout the street. Soon after, you heard the disruptive pattern of someone else walking right behind you. You peered over your shoulder to see the dark figure making his way towards you. Your heart sank and stomach churned in an unpleasant way, and your mind wandered to the darkest possibilities.

The figure suddenly appeared in front of you with a terrifying smirk. “This won’t hurt a bit,” the figure said. You found, soon after, that you were unable to move. It was as if you were tied down by a scaley snake slowly wrapping itself around you. The figure rose his hand towards your forehead and with a single touch, your forehead sizzled as a mark slowly appeared. You cried out in pain as the figure continued to grip you tight, just long enough to finish the brand. A crescent moon was etched onto your forehead. Even the slightest touch sent a twinge of pain through your head, causing your vision to blur.

“Welcome back, Princess.”

Images of the figure flashed through your mind. Deep purple. Scars across the figure’s eyes, arms, and chest. Bright turquoise eyes contrasting the dark hue of the figure’s clothing. Flames so engulfing they burned just by looking at them. They surrounded the figure, swallowing him whole as he smiled behind them. With feeling like the air within you was being taken away, you jolted from your bed. You heaved as you clutched your head. You fumbled over your blankets to reach the nearest mirror. No scar. Was it a dream?

Once again, just like before, through your mirror you saw at the far end of the room, those golden eyes piercing right through you. He gently swayed his way over to you. He flashed his crimson wings that fluttered, each feather bristling slightly. And those honey eyes that were all too familiar were locked on you. He walked too close for comfort, holding your chin in between his thumb and forefinger, only to place a kiss upon your lips. He tasted sweet. Those warm plump lips melted you like butter, causing your knees to tremble. He looked back up at you, sealing a kiss on your invisible scar. He smelled of earth; a mountain spring in the Summer.

“You’ve been granted the kiss of an angel.” The blonde-haired man placed his hand across his chest and bowed. Even the wings that grew from his back lowered themselves. “You’re safe now.”

“W-who are you?”

“Keigo, your guardian angel,” he smiled.

“Guardian angel?”

“I’ve received word that the demons from the underworld have grown restless and begun to rise to Earth in search of you. I’m here to protect you.” Keigo walked around the apartment, curiously touching the objects he could get his hands on. You watched as he admired your figurines.

“Demons? What do demons want with me?”

Keigo turned to her holding a small glass cube in front of one eye. “Well, you’re a princess, of course.”

You choked on your own saliva. “I’m sorry,” you cleared her throat, “did you say princess?”

The gentleman chuckled and nodded. “Yes.” He walked up to you and caressed your face. From up close, you could see the hazel in his golden eyes.

“I-I can’t be a princess.” You followed behind him as he continued to search throughout your apartment. Your phone began to ring and Keigo immediately picked up the object.

“It’s making noise! Who’s Na-tsu-o?” Your eyes widened as you snatched the phone away from him.

‘He’s a guy from one of my classes. We study together.” You answered the phone and walked to the other room. Keigo was left looking around her apartment like a brand-new puppy, jumping all around the room to look at the insignificant things that meant the world to humans. Plants adorned the walls with many ranging from green to burgundy red. On the coffee table in the living room, you had left a stack of papers that caught Keigo’s eye. He sat in front of the table and picked up the papers. It was titled,

The Fall of Icarus

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As a languid warm hand squeezed a thigh of your own, it wasn’t long till your lips slipped a groan undetected. Although the pillow was plush as a cloud, your head drifted towards something firmer.

“Doll…wha’ ‘re you doing?” His gravelly voice was emitted into the grounded silence of the peaceful night where the only source of light was the alarm clock, however, you didn’t know that until your eyes peeked open from their resting position and wiped the gooey substance from the itty-bitty corner of her eyes.

Gripping the side of his waist, two sleepily weak arms pulled herself towards the human radiator- “Noo…” Releasing a protesting whine, Dabi’s hand pushed your face away but it was in futile- resting a cold cheek on his stomach, (y/n) giggled when she heard her lover’s arms dramatically flop against the loud mattress.

Even if the sound of creaky springs erupts with few vibrations against their bodies, however, nobody really cares. Without Dabi’s resistance to your clingy embrace after 7, maybe 8 seconds, the release of a grumpy huff intently distracts you from feeling the clammy calloused hands nudge the majority of your drowsy limp body.

“Mmm, baby…?” Murmured the female when she rested her chin on the male’s sternum. “Hmm, doll?” Sure, Dabi knew- with that half-assed shit-eatin’ grin- that you would get pissed off at him if he started teasing you at ‘who the fuck knew the time was’ o’clock, additionally, he knew himself that you woke him up for a stupid question.

“What time,” A yawn interrupted her sentence, “is it?” Glancing to the side of the bed, those weary turquoise eyes read the information and spoke out the time for you and your ears alone to hear.

“Can we get—” Dabi interjected your sentence with a “No.” Jutting your lip outwards, he narrowed his eyes.

“You don’t even know what I want!”

“Yes, I do.”

“No, you don’t.” Rolling his eyes, Dabi gestures for you to continue. “I was asking if we can get chicken nuggets…”

“My answer is still no.”

Besides the chilled freezer air stinging the rows of sowed purple scars that are stitched together by staples holding a remainder of his old life, a few distractions that came to light around him allowed the boredom, of sittin’ like a pretty duck in a vacant pond, to fly over his head.

When the metal door of the buildings entrance to the rooftop opens, the rock foreshadowing the sun’s glorious glow hanging in the sky mimics the shadow of the client ominously.

That’s when something changed. It was the smallest but (ironically) obvious sign of an upcoming interference.

Standing in front of the two villains, the stranger first spoke his apology for being ‘slightly’ late. “Anyways, to start tonight off. What is it that your boss has requested of me?” Dressed in a casual outfit, the client had a folder tucked snuggly under his arm with black shades covering his eyes like he was a type of hitman- Dabi loathes those types of people (with a motherfucking passion)- it was ridiculous for sure, but if the client decided to wear a stupid outfit, then it’s nothing Dabi could do.

“He’s asking for the folder.” Lamented Dabi.

 “That’s all.” 

When the tall, raven haired villain stood up to walk towards the client- one second there wasn’t a gun jabbing into the stranger’s head, however, the next there is.

And…the person holding the trigger, was a sight for sore eyes.

(A beautifully glorious sight for sore eyes.)

A familiar smile shone with the gnarly stretch of skin allowing a crescent moon to appear across their face where Dabi saw the different lengths of white sharp sawtooth that made up the person’s smile.

Alongside the deranged smile was the wide doe-like eyes encircling the epitome of mischievous intent, as it spoke; “Hello boys!” Any previous plan was scrapped and replaced with another, “Sorry I jumped into your business!” 

Jabbing the barrel even closer to the client’s temple, the sinister grin combated the client’s trembling body, wasn’t a new sight to see.

 “Now, good sir, I understand I’m holding a gun to your head…” 

They paused for dramatic effect (of course they would to it for dramatic effect)..

“But I kinda need that folder your holding,”

A foot’s sole, belonging to a villain, creeped forward.

Snapping their head to the sound, a cat ear twitched instantly at the sound.

“I wouldn’t suggest taking another step.”

Although the male was surprised, he was annoyed at you / the intruder of this meeting. You vividly saw the tip of his toes stretch upwards in a teasing manner but rolled your shoulders in anticipation.

On the corner of your peripherals, the scaly colleague inched closer to the side, “That includes you too, lizard.” A visible scowl etched across the reptilian male’s features as his hands tensed around the rough grip of his dagger.

Letting her gaze fall onto the folder still held snug underneath her victim’s arms. “Now, are you gonna be a good boy and release that folder?” Noticing the onset of further vexation erupting from only Dabi’s facial features, the victim in this predicament whimpered with a protest of; “No!”

Saying the protest three times over earned him an award of three bang! bang! bang! in that puny little skull of his.

Glancing upwards, bending down, and plucking the folder from the soon-to-be bloodied cement roof of a building, where the male’s stood there like they had seen a ghost- “Boys, you’ve killed somebody before, right?” Teased (y/n), though no verbal response emitted from them, she just shrugged it off- and in henceforth invited herself and only herself to peek inside the folder whilst those bone-idle idiots stood there.

Dabi, however, knew you would do so. He calculated- from the day he met you, fell for you, and looked for you- to find the many things that were your flaws and strengths…

…but being a curious kitten was your only combined flaw and strength. It allowed for agile reasonings and newfound boredom for things you didn’t need anymore. The client, in this case, was sadly turned into your victim for being bored of his talking. “I knew it.” Muttered (y/n), as she sat down on the body, shot another bullet into the dead man’s shoulder just for the fun of it, and looked at her phone.

“I’m glad I got here as soon as possible.”

Spinner shot her a venomous look, “Why is that?” Another muffled shot was heard through the desolate night, “’Cause this pussy,” Dabi sighed at the knife (y/n) pulled out to stab the dead body a couple of times in his newly injured legs, “was a goddamn fraud.”

The patchwork villain doesn’t blame his reptilian colleague for looking at his girlfriend in disgust.

(He rather have Spinner look at her in disgust then stripping her with his own beady eyes.)

Shaking his head in shame, the patchwork villain had groaned at his beloved kitten’s behaviour.

“What? I’m telling the truth!” Cue three more stab wounds into the bodies legs, “This fucker…” Pointed out by (y/n)’s bloodied knife, “…was about to give you false information!” Dragging a long stripe of blood out of the body, you were about ready to puncture the victim’s bloodied leg before being picked up from sitting on the dead body and thrown over Dabi’s shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

“(Y/n).” Snapping her head towards the face of her man, you had hummed sweetly. “What did we say about kicking a dead horse?” Dabi eyed (y/n)’s conflicting expressions stirring together some sort of outcome.

“We don’t do it, unless its for revenge?”

(Holy fuck… Spinner never thought he would see Dabi smile.)

“Now was this,” Gesturing his hand towards the ‘slightly’ mutilated body, “for revenge or boredom?” It took a few seconds to think of an answer, and I think both Dabi and Spinner were grateful.

“I think…” Murmured (y/n).

“You think?” That snapped the female into shape as she glances back at her victim.

“Okay, maybe, it was out of boredom…” Rolling those turquoise orbs for at least the second time tonight- who even knows the number, Dabi sure as hell doesn’t- and flicking a small blue flame towards the body, a hand gestured for Spinner to follow him as he listened to his crazy girlfriend ramble about whatever she wants.

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“If you keep acting reckless, you’re going to get stuck in some shit.” Lamented Dabi as his grip tightened on her thighs.

“That’s easy for you to say.” Sure, the retort was supposed to be a small jab into Dabi’s ego, though his fingers seemingly tensed after the joke.

From that point onwards, neither of you realised that this sort of encounter would ensue many more meetings or as Toga likes to say, “lots of cheesy and gross flirting” because of the numerous times she’s walked into a room in the place of operation where either Dabi or (y/n) were roaming their lust-entranced eyes over the other person’s body.

Though once this normal day to day thing had ended when the client had no use for the crummy place. It was upsetting to say the least.

From each corner of the villain’s hideout, everyone had noticed Dabi’s change of behaviour after the mission was done and dusted. In the male’s head, he wasn’t annoyed that the job wasn’t thoroughly complete- that was Shigaraki’s reaction- but instead, with a shallow gaze down into the small shot glass swirling with the deep hazy golden-brown liquid, Dabi had thought of the many possibilities on when he could see you again.

Or how he could see you. But let’s leave those thoughts at the back of his head for now.

Throwing his head back, the burning liquid ran down his throat like the change of scenery around him.

He was no longer in the league’s hideout but instead in a largely owned villain nightclub- one that he hasn’t been to yet- although, it was only for a small errand of getting a folder of information because Twice couldn’t be bothered to get his lazy ass off the couch and additionally it would be good for him to “find other fish in the sea.”- quoted by that one marble guy (which Dabi can’t be asked to remember his name).

As minutes licked past in a slow languid fashion, the dangling golden dimmed lights strung up above the bartending station as the rambunctious gathering hole blared with music and the heavy smog of cigarette smoke.

Gripping the folder in his hand, Dabi thought to stay for a little bit. Maybe it will help him gain information on your whereabouts were, though it was difficult. Ever since Giran had informed the villain of your ‘in and out of existence’ behaviour being a normal occurrence for assassins, that still spurred him to the brink of exhaustion.

Closing his eyes when cocking his head backwards in an attempt to feel an exasperated sense of serenity in this unknown environment, when Dabi’s eyes circled in confusion at the appearance of another glass of vodka sitting cutely on top of the glossy lacquered redwood bar. It dawned upon him when the sticky warm breath of somebody’s breath tickling his pierced ear had angelically whispered “Aren’t you going to drink it?” that it was actually your voice.

“Is there poison?” Dabi muttered as two of his ten fingers grasped the clear shot glass that could’ve been mistaken to be empty if not for the reflection of the liquid inside of it. “No, baby.” Murmured (y/n) as two (e/c) cat ears flickered in anxious need for his hands to caress you once more.

“Good kitten.” He took his drink of victory, placed the glass down and leaned upwards to feel the pressure of your chest squeezing so right against taut shoulders. He didn’t care if those dangling illuminations had shined straight into his eyes because he had you locked in his grasp.

Slightly shaking hands reached up to feel the smooth texture of your ears resulting in your lungs releasing an unsteady puff of air when the atmosphere had stagnantly crumbled away in the wake of their minds resulting in (y/n) becoming lightheaded, causing the female to dip her head forward allowing her lover to please her more.

“Do you like that kitten?” She knew Dabi had a shit-eating grin on his face and she didn’t give a flying fuck. “Y-yes…” With the impossibly soft tug of the male’s fingers, when he sneakily pulled one of his hands away from your ears, he led you to a room. “Where are we going?” If it weren’t for your body being held close to his, Dabi wouldn’t have heard you.

Though he didn’t answer you.

Instead, your vision had given you the answer you needed.

Throwing yourself down onto the nightclub’s private bed, Dabi had closed and locked the door behind him.

It wasn’t long for two calloused hands to feel the familiar bumps of your pure untattered skin or have them crawl up against the smooth mesh fabric covering the majority of your body, only being held up by two thick but light weight chains of gold, where Dabi satisfyingly rests his fingers and glides his thumbs slowly down the buds of your body.

“I’m surprised,” He spoke first as (y/n)’s eyes hesitantly snapped up to meet his, “usually your feistier—” Let’s not forget how Dabi caught the narrowing of your eyes “Not like this is any bad, kitten…” Spending no time for you to give a response, he shoved his lips onto yours. Locking them in with the help of salvia, the villain spent not even a millisecond in taking those golden chains and moving them down your arms to reveal the jutted-out bones that shaped the collarbone.

Your skin was always tantalising for him to bite and mark. “T-that’s not fair…” Peeking your eyes open, the male’s outfit still remained on him as untouched as ever whereas he was slowly- most annoyingly- removing the scandalous dress that left nothing for the mind to think about.

“What’s not fair, kitten?” Under this dimmed lighting, you noted how his bright blue orbs seemed to emit some sort of glow to use as a tactic of submission. “Y-your t-teasing me…” Raising your arms upwards to wrap around the warm mounds, the slick sensation of a warm slippery organ ran itself along the thin helix of her ear where in that moment, a low chuckle bellowed out of Dabi’s throat.

“I thought you liked being teased?” All you needed to do is grab that folder and escape your lover’s grasp. Though that was proving more difficult than it was thought out to be.

The money that came with this incognito mission was something you desperately needed, but even then, what should you choose? Dabi or money? Love or wealth?

Maybe you could pick both? That’s what (y/n) thought, as she felt a warm digit press harshly against the nether regions of her body. Sure, the entrance to the forbidden cavern was blocked by expensive fishnet tights and soft cotton panties, but it doesn’t stop the slithering finger of the villain above her.

Dabi eyed the twitching ears and the flooding blood to (y/n)’s cheeks, “Kitten, you haven’t answered my question…” He also eyed the sporadic squirming of wanting some sort of release from a singular digit pressing against your body. Leaning forward to only allow your eyes to stare dead centre into his own with a hint of sobriety lingering. “Com’ on kitten,” It was only his voice that lured you into a true sense of serenity, “you don’t want to be a bad kitty, do you?”

“No, no, no, I don’t—" The words had squeaked through babbling curses as an advantage to him. “Then answer my question.” As harsh as before the separation, his actions further proved his meaning, though with that crazed pearly white smile, you weren’t sure what signal he was sending.

“I-I think. I d-do…” He simply shook his head.

“I need a clear answer—" She didn’t know at the time, but when the music in the nightclub had a bass drop hit from the band preforming as Dabi dipped his finger near her nether region- after wriggling under the cloth barrier- that was when (y/n) snapped out of her intoxicated state and teleported across the room with the folder sitting snug in her fingers grasp.

It was a surprise to Dabi. Darting his head towards the folder that was left unadministered on the side of the bed, it wasn’t there.

Instead, in the corner of his vision, there you stood; fully dressed before you entered this room and wearing a wide grin.

Jumping off the bed to get the folder out of your grasp, Dabi swiped at your illusions body. “Wrong move, baby.” Snapping his head towards the direction of Chester cat grinning lady dangling from the window by only her arms.

In a second, she was there. In another second, she disappeared.

(Y/n) was called Ms. Chester cat, for a reason.

God fucking damnit. How could he have let his horniness get the better of himself?

The next morning was another surprise.

With the throbbing of his head echoing like a traditional drum being banged against, the excuse he made to Shigaraki had been half-assed- considering he was cockblocked by his beloved kitten.

So, here he was sitting short-fused and tired. When Giran had opened the door to his working place room waving a very familiar coloured folder paired with a red stained kiss on it- Dabi may or may not have jumped to conclusions that you were playing with him.

“The fuck? You better not be playing with me, Giran.” Looming over the broker, he wasn’t impressed with whatever the fuck is going on.

Through the expression that he was receiving didn’t give him all the answers, the next sentence he heard was an impressively bold one.

“What?” Giran shrugged at Dabi, with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Say thanks to your little lady next time.”

Huffing in response, Dabi gave Giran a dismissive wave.

 “Well, she is a Cheshire cat, after all.” 

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