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allegro non molto

dabi (touya todoroki) x reader

Rated M

word count: 5,100

summary: The visitor program was created to help rehabilitate villains. He has no idea how you of all people could fix him – but then, maybe fixing him isn’t your goal.

[hurt/comfort, dabi-centric, strangers to lovers, mutual pining, dabi and reader bond over being members of the bad dad club, obsessive dabi (but in a nice way), names as an agent of identity, mutual pining, dirt talk]

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His stay is marked by nepotism. A shortened sentence, nicer accommodations. He gets to keep his staples, even though the prison doctor wanted them replaced with something with less potential for weaponization. He has extended visiting hours for every one of his do-gooder family members wanting to reconcile. And he gets – whatever this is.

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i read this a while back and it was one of the loveliest bits of writing i'd come across for dabi, and in general. so much to say about it but lemme just get this reblogged first because i have no time to ramble. 😭

Heaven for Nonbelievers

dabi x reader

r18

word count: 11,000

Fire is many things – forgiving is not one of them. Dabi finds absolution elsewhere.

[[hurt/comfort, sharing space, strange domesticity, strangers to lovers, gray morality to less gray morality, sometimes grief has teeth]]

Warnings: Allusions to domestic abuse(not to y/n), mentions of sexual abuse (not to y/n), mentions periods, mentions of food, explicit content, y/n can’t catch a break 

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You run. 

It’s not a decision you’re proud of. It’s not even one you’ve thought through. But the door is unlocked and there’s no one in the hallway and it’s so simple to just… leave.

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ohhh. this. this this this. my sweet baby boy feral stray cat. 😭😭😭

Dabi headcanons? Do you have more? I am here for Dabi Headcanons.

I think….. his love for u honestly overwhelms him sometimes. not even in a mushy way, just like, he’s never loved anyone this much before and he doesn’t really know what to do with it. he thinks he can remember loving his mother, once. maybe his siblings, kind of. but that and this are two different animals, feel oceans apart.

and it kind of stops him in his tracks when he thinks about it too much. he knows he should probably pull away at this point, because being so fucking in love with you he doesn’t know what to do, can’t keep it in, can’t breathe without you, doesn’t really vibe with his persona. but he can’t. its too late, and he should resent you for that too. but he doesn’t. he gets this strange sense of foreboding when he thinks about how hard he loves you and he’s helpless but to show up at your door in the middle of the night with a handle of jack and the slimiest smirk he can muster. all he can think about is settling you in his lap, curled up against his chest. he wants your whole weight on him, he wants the pressure of you melting into his skin and if he doesn’t get it soon he might explode. but he doesn’t say that.

he says, “Hey babe, y’miss me?” because he’s doesn’t know, has never done this before. because he’s still not brave enough for the alternative.

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⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻[     raya     .     s!her     .     20+     ]

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see now this? this is AHUIFRHIUEHRIFHIUERHFIU, thank you.

riding dabi while praising him, telling him how amazing and powerful he is. encouraging him to get you pregnant because you know he's a good guy and he's strong enough, right? he can handle cumming inside this time, right? feeling so raw and good without the barrier of a condom...

hmkhmfh let me cook here.

minors dni, porn without plot (idc, sue me), riding, implied cremepies fawk yes, dabi uses the name pretty (like once, okay) anyways let me fuck this man please

"fuck, you're eager," dabi hisses through gritted teeth, warm palms meeting the sides of your hips as you straddle him. his voice is rough and heavy with lust, panting after having his lips connected to yours for what felt like hours. his eyes flutter and roll back ever so slightly when you sit down on top of him, the heat between your folds flush against his length.

"the one time i know exactly what i want and you're bitching," you mumble in response, only half teasing. you bend and press a heated kiss to the base of his jaw, the moan that leaves your lips muffled against scarred skin when he bucks his hips up into you.

at some point you can feel him blindly reaching for the bedside table, keeping one hand on the fat of you ass as you continue to grind your slick against him and rational thought seems to exit the room entirely.

you've been meaning to tell dabi you've started birth control. each time, however-- he gets impaitent and paranoid when you don't reach for the spot you normally store them-- and insists on using them. he may be a villain-- but he'd rather go to jail or something than have to deal with a pregnancy scare.

your hand darts out to stop him, fingers curling around his wrist and tugging it back, pinning it loosely above his head and all he can do is raise a single eyebrow at you. his chest rises and falls-- it's littered in bite marks and hickies that you know he's going to complain about tomorrow.

"don't start with me right now," he starts slowly, his voice low and on the verge of dangerous. dabi's honest enough with himself to know his pull out game would be weak when it came to you. you would end up pregnant for sure if he came inside you.

"i wanna feel it though," your head dips, pressing a chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth. dabi hates how a chill runs directly down his spine at how seductive your tone got in the matter of seconds. "you can handle it; right, baby?"

oh, that was evil. dabi is always weak for when you call him 'baby' in that tone of yours-- the tone that drips honey and burns deliciously when it lands on his tongue. he always laps it up so eagerly, keening for more and curling more into your touch...

with the way you kiss and suck at his throat he only gets harder. he's leaking at this point, precum mixing with the slick of your arousal-- he's only waiting for the moment his tip accidentally slips right in.

and when it does, it's an immediate reaction from the both of you. his head knocks back against the pillow, yours falling into the crook of his neck as you share the same heady moan. both of you come to a still, breathing heavily and you swear you could feel his heartbeat in his throat.

"can i move?" you don't know why you're asking him. you've ridden him before, he loves when you ride him.

"it's just the fucking tip, pretty," dabi breathes out, voice strained and hardly put together. blunt fingernails dig into the meat of your ass before he shoves you downward instead of pulling you off. he's rewarded with a lewd moan from your mouth and the intoxicating heat of your cunt. "you're such a brat."

you take that as an invintation to work your magic. dragging the walls of your pussy along his length, the delightful stretch when you sit up fully causing you to mewl in response.

underneath you, dabi grunts at the sensation. he’s been told before about how it feels to go raw, having sex without the barrier or protection of a condom. he thought it was overplayed. nothing special— you always felt good. why would raw be any different?

but it is different. he can feel your cunt sucking in every inch of him with each lift and drop of your hips— you’re moving so tantalizingly slow and it knocks the wind out of him.

he understands now. there’s no way he’s going to be able to pull out now. not with you above him making those lewd faces every time his tip kisses your cervix, or how you moan so god damn loud when he throbs inside of you.

“this feels so good,” you’re panting, your voice is being interrupted by the crude sound of the skin of your ass meeting dabi’s pelvic bone. “you feel so good, baby—“

“don’t,” he hisses, though his voice is strained. “don’t fucking start with that, [y/n]—“

"it feels good doesn't it?" you taunt him, your hips are starting to move faster and you hum in delight at the view of dabi's eyes rolling to the back of his head and the muscles in his neck tightening. "you like it, don't you, dabi?"

there's a sharp sting on the flesh of your ass, you register the noise after. it causes you to pause, but with another firm slap, you pick your movements-- only this time around you're more intense and rough about it. "that's it," dabi's growling, "yeah, there we go."

he meets each of your movements with a rough snap of his hips and there's a manic looking smirk on his lips when you look down at him. he looks so sexy like this-- dark fringe sticking to his forehead and a nice flush along his cheekbones due to the extortion.

there's a heavy pool of warmth forming in your gut. "y'gonna cum in me, dabi?" you manage out, head spinning from the lewd and filthy squelching noises filling the room.

"you're in so much trouble by the way," dabi threatens through gritted teeth, eyes squeezing shut as he forces himself to focus on the rise and fall of your hips. his hands find your waist and he squeezes. "that what you want, hm? let's see if you can keep all of it inside, yeah?"

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i want to gnaw on them both by gods

teensy little shigadabi drabble <3 enjoyyy suggestive/nsfw / minors dni

"just come here," tomura's hands meet your hips, effectively stopping you from moving any further away. before you can fight it, he has you straddled atop his thigh while he's seated at his desk-- league running on idle in front of him.

you're not happy. you only asked him to take the trash out-- his designated chore for the week-- and he's pitching this little fit instead of actually doing it. by fit, he's got you trapped on his thigh, hands tight on your hips and waist and those stupid puppy dog eyes that he knows works on you.

"just sit," he mumbles, his fingers dipping into the waistband on your shorts to trace the bare skin underneath. a free hand moves to his keyboard and his eyes dare to leave yours so he can stare at the gameplay in front of him. when you shift to move off of him, his grip gets tighter.

"tomura," your voice is a low warning. you're irritated, he knows it. his thigh tenses underneath youand your eyes dart down to the muscle between your legs with a slight look of incredulousness. "seriously?"

tomura pulls a face. "humor me, babe," he mirrors your tone in mocking and moves you along the flexed muscle ever so slightly.

oh.

the movement sends a ripple of heat throughout your body. from the looks of it, tomura is aware of it too. the corner of his mouth lifts ever so slightly with a smug little smirk and you fight the urge to smack him.

"loosen up," tomura murmurs in your ear. his fingers dig into the side of your hip as he continues to move you in the slowest, languid pace on top of him. "i'll take the trash out after."

your hands meet his shoulders and you fight the urge to clamp your thighs around him. a sharp exhale leaves your mouth when he presses up against you. "promise?"

the smirk widens. tomura continues to click into his game, his eyes flicking between your conflicted expression and the ranked match in front of him. he leans back into his gaming chair and his fingers tap against the skin of your waist and you can't help how your eyes roll in response.

he continues to keep you at this pace. slow and lazy, letting the heat build in your lower stomach as your hips rock on top of his leg. his hand moves from your hip to your thigh every so often, but he's in clear control of the pace.

at some point, your hips jerk and rut, feeling uncomfortable with the slow build and tomura clicks his tongue at you. "this is a ranked match, babe."

"fuck off," you quip in response. tomura lets out chuckle and his grip loosens, effectively letting you set the pace you want. his hand settles on your waist, his thumb runs idle shapes into your skin as you rock yourself against his thigh with more deliberate motions.

his smirk morphs into a feral grin the longer he watches you lose yourself. was he actually going to take the trash out after you've finished? not orignally, but you look so pretty with a flushed pout on your lips and your eyebrows furrowing the more you work yourself on getting off just using his thigh.

your brain is so fuzzy and foggy you barely acknowlege the door opening and footsteps approaching from the side. all you feel is a hand snaking into your hair and tugging your head upwards, forcing your gaze to meet a certain blue eyed individual.

dabi is clearly amused. the corner of his mouth is curled with a smirk, his fingers tighten their grip in your hair as your hips continue to rock against tomura's thigh. "enjoying yourself, sweetheart?"

your movements stutter, almost embarrassed in a way. tomura's hand immediately moves to keep your pace steady and dabi chuckles, lowering his head down to yours. his lips ghost over yours, teasing with a kiss that your parted lips desperately want.

"don't stop on my account," dabi's eyebrow lifts a bit in a taunt. tomura continues to play his game, but he's also amused in a way as well. "show me you can get off using the loser's thigh, yeah?"

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oh. oh this was so good, biting my knuckles for this rn 😭🖐🏽

reader has blood manipulation quirk, nsfw / suggestive, unprotected (wrap it you dumbfucks), submissive??dabi (but like, not willingly), freak shit with blood you are warned now, be nice it's my first time writing this kinda stuff in a while, afab!reader

heyyyyy switch city tags (inspo comes from sat); @poemeater @saturnzlv @rueclfer

eventually you'll learn not to test your limits. especially with dabi, and especially during a mission. but today, you pushed and got what you deserved.

now, with your face pushed into the back door of the car, dabi's behind you with your hips gripped tightly with heated palms-- quite literally rearranging your guts. one of his hands leaves your hip to grasp at the handlebar, his pace and rhythm does not stop.

he's already told you to shut up three times. and even though you're not talking back anymore, little whines and huffs leave your lips and little by little you can start to hear yourself over the sounds of wet skin slapping against skin. you don't have time to react when he shoves your face harder against the rough material of the door, causing you to wince and whine his name.

a growl comes from deep in his chest, dabi grits his teeth and pushes in deeper-- deliberately hitting the spot that curls your toes and causes you to go cross eyed. it doesn't take long of repeated taps before the coil builds in your lower gut, your legs are starting to shake and tremble due to an incoming orgasm.

it's then you hear the whimpers-- not from your mouth, but dabi's. his hips are rutting against yours in a sloppy fashion, his pace stuttering and faltering as he feels your cunt clenching around him. you feel every inch-- the vein on the underside dragging along your walls with each pass-- dabi's getting rougher and rougher as he chases his release.

he continues to buck his hips through his orgasm, curses and whines slipping from his mouth and it triggers your own shortly after.

dabi grabs your hair, his grip is tight but it's not aggressive like he was before. if anything, he's exhausted and worn out, still trying to prove a point to you however even if it was clearly lied out on the table. he's not one to mess with when he's in a shitty mood.

he's out of breath when he speaks, but he's nice enough to peel you off of the car door and slip out of you gently. "fuck."

there's a weirdly delicious ache between your legs. you can feel fluids run down your thighs as you settle back on your haunches, using the back of your hand to wipe at the sweat that had collected at your hairline. there's only heavy breathing heard in the confines of the vehicle. heavy breathing and sniffles.

your head turns at the sound. your eyes catch the brief glance of red streaming down his cheek before he wipes it away, a quick and harsh breath of air leaving his lips as he turns away from you. he curses at the sight of the smirk slowly spreading across your lips. “don’t fucking start—“

“are you crying?”

dabi shoves you against the door again in retaliation, scoffing. “i’m not crying, shut your mouth.”

you twist your body around, bouncing right back in pure joy at the sight in front of you. dabi cries when he orgasms.

oh you couldn’t wait to tell twice, spinner and tomura about this.

dabi’s hand surges forward, his calloused fingers gripping your jaw tight and forces you to look him in the eyes. his tongue traces the sharp edges of his cainines and like a freak, you watch— mesmerized.

“not a fuckin’ word about this to anyone,” he hisses, baring his teeth like he’s an animal.

you hum in response, unfazed. he grips your jaw tighter and it causes you to scowl in annoyance. he jerks you closer, close enough for you to see the fire in his eyes start back up again— but it doesn’t scare you.

your thumb lifts, swiping at the traces of blood still left under his eye— it wasn’t a lot, but it was enough. dabi watches with a scowl, smacking at your hand when it swipes at his skin.

he’s aware of your quirk. he hasn’t really seen you use it, never really got a chance to analyze how exactly it works— he doesn’t want to admit how his stomach drops when he watches you bring your thumb towards your lips with a sly-turning-sadistic grin.

your tongue dips out, licking your thumb clean and dabi is torn from finding the sight sickening or arousing.

“what the—“

your eyebrow lifts when his mouth snaps shut. ah, so your quirk is affecting him already. good.

dabi’s mouth drops open— he is unable to stop his hand moving down the length of his body and wrapping around his limp cock. His other hand is still grasping your jaw, but the grip has loosened a fair amount. more of a tender touch now— a caress, dare you say— a stark difference to the way his hand starts to stroke himself involuntarily.

his jaw clenches. his eyes are locked on yours like he wants to roast you alive— literally.

your eyes travel the length of him. it doesn’t take long for dabi to get hard again, it’s embarrassingly quick, you want to admit; short puffs leave his lips as he tries to muffle how his breathing stutters. sweat collects at his brow as you command him using your quirk to stroke himself faster.

“stop,” dabi grits out. his voice is strained, it rasps and breaks as his thumb swipes over the top and spreads precum over the sensitive skin.

“begging already?” you’re cooing at him, leaning in to brush your lips against his. he sucks his into his mouth to avoid contact but your quirk forces him to push them back out. you trace the tip of your tongue along his lower lip and his eyes flutter.

it does not take him long before he's cumming and coating his fist, strained whines falling from his lips that sound just a bit too satisfying. dabi's head tilts back, exposing the column of his throat and his chest rises and falls with labored breathing. you lean forward to connect your lips to the scarred skin of his throat, pressing light open mouthed kisses that travel up towards his jaw and towards his ear.

a gasp leaves his mouth as his hand is forced to continue with its movements and you swear you can feel his body starting to tremble. "okay, you've made your point, [y/n]--"

you click your tongue in disappointment. "what, can't handle it?"

"you're gonna make me cum three fucking times?" dabi's voice rises, but it's slightly pitched higher.

you hum, your eyes flashing with a wicked gleam and dabi swallows comically. your teeth pull at his earlobe, hearing another gasp mixed with more whines as he approaches yet another orgasm. "could stop at three. could be more."

"fuck-- [y/n], please," a throaty whimper erupts from deep in his chest, you can see how hard he's straining against the power of your quirk. there's blood leaking from the corners of his scars around his eyes and its pathetic the way he begs you to just wait and give him a minute.

you don't though. turns out, dabi can cum up to eight times in one night.

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yes yes i'm gross let me eat you right up raw

400w, 18+, minors dni, f!reader, riding dabi, blood, u lick blood off his face, it’s kinda weird sorry<3

His hands are bruising against your hips, fingers dug into soft flesh like you’re the one thing keeping him here with you; like if he let go he’d float away, head all hazy with pleasure. With every grind of your hips, Dabi’s eyes roll back further into his head. The ripple of your flesh with every bounce entices him to bite hard against your skin, anywhere he can reach. Every bit of him is sensitive to your touch, the faintest brush of your lips against his neck feels like seeing stars.

“Like that?” You murmur against his lips, his length buried deep inside you while you slowly rotate your hips. Dabi’s hand slides from your side, up your body to rest on your throat, cradling. There’s a jolt from his hips. “Oh.”

“Yeah.” His voice comes out all breathy, and he can’t be bothered to feel embarrassed by all the sounds you’re pulling from him, the cracks in his speech, the obscene moans. “S’good. Really, really good.”

Your stomach tightens and you speed your movements up, your moans filling the room, his name falling from your lips. His eyes fall closed as he throws his head back against his pillow, and you slow down to admire him. His cheeks flushed, hair mused, eyebrows pinched up and you grind your hips down.

“Shit.” He curses, reaching his hand back down to grip your waist again. “I’m—hmmm—close.”

“Okay, baby.” You nod, running your hands up his torso. You lean forward, kissing against the seam of his face, against the staples all the way to his lips. Swiping your tongue against his bottom lip, he sighs into your mouth, hand coming up and around the back of your neck to pull you closer.

When you pull away, you watch his face change, eyes rolled back as he comes. You feel him warm inside you, and you moan, his hand moving toward your jaw, dipping his fingers into your mouth while you suck. After riding through your own orgasm, you look down at him, eyes fixated on the blood bubbling up through the seams underneath his eyes.

You take his chin in your hand, lean forward, “don’t cry.”

“I’m not.” He huffs, wiping at his face, before your flipped onto your back. He hovers over you, kisses up your neck. You pull him back to look at his face, the red smeared across it. Leaning forward, you lick over the seam under his left eye. “Fuck,” he gasps, “you’re gross.”

He leans forward and kisses you, tongue dipping between your lips, the taste of his bloody tears across your own tongue. You smile against him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him even closer.

“I just really like you.” You whisper, feeling his face fall into your neck.

“Even grosser.” He mumbles against your skin.

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this is just sooo >>>>>

repetition

[ID 1: A two-panel illustration of Lu Guang and Cheng Xiaoshi, with a thick white border all around. The first panel shows a close-up of Lu Guang’s eye, which has a yellow scribble over it. He’s looking down and has blood on his face and hair. The second panel is Cheng Xiaoshi lying on his side with his head on Lu Guang’s lap. Lu Guang has his fingers loosely wrapped around Cheng Xiaoshi’s throat. They’re both covered in blood, particularly Lu Guang’s hand and Cheng Xiaoshi’s neck, as well as both their clothes. The screen on Lu Guang’s watch is completely red, and there seems to be blood oozing out from it and down his hand.

ID 2: A two-panel illustration of Lu Guang and Cheng Xiaoshi, with a thick white border all around. The first panel shows a close-up of Lu Guang’s eye, where he’s looking down at Cheng Xiaoshi. The second panel is Cheng Xiaoshi lying on his side with his head on Lu Guang’s lap. Lu Guang has his fingers loosely wrapped around Cheng Xiaoshi’s throat. Cheng Xiaoshi is happily talking to Lu Guang, who just listens quietly.]

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gods i want to gnaw on him 😩 he's absolutely lovely 🖐🏽

vein

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i am in a 'let me devour this' mood 🖐🏽foaming at the mouth!!!

Your marriage to Keigo is the final flex of power the Commission enacts over him. He needs a steady and steadfast spouse, someone scandal-free, to garner the trust of the public. A family man with a cute, gentle, healing hero for a wife has certainly eschewed his transient, unpredictable days.

You took for granted that he would take lovers. It was a marriage in name only (although you get to indulge in his abundant wealth), and of course Keigo was always rumored to have a wild sex life. It didn't hurt your feelings, in so much as you'd never let yourself have feelings about this situation at all.

Your husband doesn't seem to share the sentiment.

"You thought I would cheat on you?" he's angrier than you've ever seen him. In fact, this might be the first time he's ever been angry at all, so easy going and carefree in your presence, you'd assumed that was his neutral state.

He closes in on you with a predators gaze, and for the first time since you signed the documents, you consider that you may have misunderstood this situation entirely.

"Let's get your bags packed," he says with a caustic smile. "Time for a renewal of our vows. And this time I'd like you to really think about what til death means."

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HELP HELLOOO I'M SCREAMING HE LOOKS ABSOLUTELY SCRUMPTIONS???!!!

human sukuna 🫦 (the lightings are a bit off but im still learning !)

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but you can learn them all over again

well, you can't make old friends

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this is the loveliest thing 😭

“I’m expecting great things from you”

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i volunteer to be game 🖐🏽🖐🏽🖐🏽

he actually gets no game those are actually from mosquito bites, ness being an actual dog and their pet cat

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the endeavour x hawks ( endhawks, i think? ) ship. absolutely not a fan. 🖐🏽

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i love them 🥺 and i love your art OP

my brother's keeper