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In the Morning — Dabi x Reader

Dabi loved being buried deep inside you. Body and soul.

Warnings: NSFW. Soft Dabi. Cockwarming. Dabi has a big cock (it’s canon. Hori told me)

Word count: 700

It was the Dabi’s hard and warm cock sliding along your ass that rose you from your light sleep; one arm draped over your waist as his thumb grazed the underside of your breasts; the round hoops across the palm of his splattered hand were softly digging into your skin, serving as a reminder that you were his.

The non verbal language between you was like second nature.

Each slow roll of his hips.

His arm’s hold on you.

The warm lips pressed on the nape of your neck before sliding down to feel your quickening pulse.

His need to be inside you first thing in the morning was primal.

You could feel him intentionally dragging his staples along your skin before raking his teeth and nipping at you.

Dabi wasn’t a morning person. His volatile temper was not something to mess with unless you were willing to deal with the consequences.

But when it came to being buried deep inside you, he always found it in him to succumb to his urges.

“Leg up,” he whispered in a velvety voice that had you perk up your ass against his cock.

You reckoned he was still half asleep and most likely on autopilot. There was no need to talk much when he was hard and leaking like this.

As soon as you lifted your leg slightly, he pressed a long kiss on your neck while his hand traveled downwards just so he could brush your clit with his slender fingers; your body had grown so accustomed to his touch that, in no time, your pussy would get soaked, getting ready to welcome his thick cock.

You needed all the preparation you could get to take him with so little foreplay, and he was more than willing to help you out with a few lazy rubs on your clit.

He pressed down on your clit with the palm of his hand and you jerked instinctively against him, angling your ass in a way that had his tip jabbing at your entrance.

Even after having his cock slide inside you so many times, your pussy would always struggle to accommodate him; in one swift thrust he started slipping inside you, forcing your walls to stretch out around him.

It was still too tight for him, which had him still briefly.

“Don’t clench.”

“I’m not…” you answered truthfully, holding back a pained sob once you noticed he was barely halfway through.

He groaned in your ear, pulling your leg up and trying to ease his cock all the way inside easily.

“Fuck…” you let out a soft cry, almost adorable.

The stinging sensation that rippled across your walls came to a halt, and you felt completely and utterly stuffed to the brim.

“Always so tight… how…” he mused as an afterthought before dropping your leg and pressing your thights together, further increasing your grip around his cock.

The sun was barely up outside, and you realized right there and then that this was not just about sexual desire that had taken over him first thing in the morning.

This was something else.

Dabi stilled inside you once more, but this time he made no further attempt at moving.

He buried his face in the crook of your neck while enveloping your torso with one arm to have your back fully pressed against him.

Cockwarning and intimacy entwined to create a combo that always had your heart skip several beats.

Your bodies were connected not just physically with his cock buried balls deep, but also emotionally as you heard him heave a deep and relieved sigh.

Because Dabi craved that human connection more than anyone else you had ever known. He found comfort in you. Inside you. Around you. The sort of comfort many search for endlessly and seldom find. The sort of comfort you were certain he never thought it’d be his.

You’d stay like this for a while, and while the prospect of having sex with him definitely allured you, this had you feeling undoubtedly blissful.

His breathing was back to being soft and regular, indicating that he had most likely fallen back to sleep.

Inside you.

With you.

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─ SHE CAN GET IT

dabi x f!reader

you’ve gone to the tattoo and piercing parlor that sits between the two family-owned restaurants before, never for yourself but as support for friends. The man with jet black hair who does a majority of the work always makes small talk with you, encouraging you to stop by for yourself. Your curiosity is piqued, if they can do it why can’t you? It won’t hurt that bad, right? It’s not like his gaze alone lights a fire deep in your core.

tattoo-parlor au, no quirks, dom!dabi, needles, nipple play, piercing nipples, cock piercings, biting, vibrator, semi-public sex, masturbation, minor dacryphilia, overstimulation, teasing, squirting.

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Y/N: Dabi, you can't resent Todoroki for being born

Dabi: I don't resent him for being born. But he abused the privilege.

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can I have a Dabi x reader Drabble abt the reader giving him the silent treatment because he hurt her feelings or something and he has to make it up to her or get her to talk to him (sfw pls 🥺)

Sorry this took so long nonnie. I was trying to figure out a way for him to be both grumpy and soft. Not that that’s a stretch for me...but it’s hard to see him saying sorry. At least, verbally (¬‿¬ )

warnings: adult language, f for flufffff

“Hey, hey...oi, (Y/N), you listening?”

“Hmm, I didn’t- oh, shit, is that the time? Fuck, gotta go. See you around.”

Dabi narrows his eyes as you lift yourself from your seat. This isn’t like you. Usually, you’ve got time to spare, especially if he’s going out of his way to sit next to you. But today?

Today you’ve been nothing but quick glances and vague brush offs. 

The fuck?

Dabi shifts against the dilapidated couch, his back hunching and long fingers interlacing.

He’s not sure why he cares.

Sure, the two of you have been hooking up for the last month, but that didn’t mean he was about to pledge his undying love to you or anything.

Still, that strange feeling of uncertainty lingered.

After you leave, he paces around the hideout. Something had to have triggered this. The last few days, you’ve been on edge. No, not on edge. You’ve been pointedly ignoring him. He sucks his teeth at that thought. 

Yeah, somethings pissed you off. And it’s gotten under your skin enough for you to deliberately go out of your way to give him the cold shoulder.

You were normal with everyone else.

As far as he could tell, your ire seemed to be pointed directly at him. So what the fuck did he do?  

Returning to sit on the couch, he tries to rolodex through the last few days. Just the usual bullshit. Meetings, endless arguments about where they’re going to slum next, more charred wanna-be recruits for him and…oh.

That’s right. The two of you had a fucking spat the other day. It was over something stupid. He can’t even remember the details. All he can recall is not backing down. Oh, and calling you a dumbass.

Yeah, that’ll do it.

Shit.

Ok, ok. Well, now that he’s gotten that figured out, what the fuck do you want him to do about it? It’s not like he can just say, ah, forget about it (Y/N), I didn’t mean it, cuz yeah, he had meant it. Er, at least in the moment.

Snarling in agitation, Dabi slams his hands down on the low coffee table, rising to his feet. Goddamn it. Today really fucking sucked.

He skulked out into the twilight, slamming the hideout door behind him.

******

You’d returned, several hours later, and were surprised to not see Dabi drinking and eating with the others.

Quickly tossing Toga a hello, you’d made your way to your room and pressed the thin door shut behind you, sealing you away from the voices that drifted from the common area below.

After a shower, you splay out on your thin mattress, trying to shut your eyes. You haven’t slept well the last few nights. You missed him...no...you just missed his warm presence. Yeah, that was it. He was like a personal space heater after all, keeping the creeping chill of autumn at bay.

You don’t need him, you remind yourself, turning to your side and shrugging your thin blanket higher. He’s an ass. He hadn’t even said fucking sorry.

Your eyes are just beginning to close when you hear a low knock at your door. Fuck, you think, wincing at the sudden sound. 

It’s likely Toga. She could always sense when you were upset. While you appreciated her friendly chatter, you just weren’t in the mood for it. Not tonight.

The knock comes again, the raps a little louder, insistent.  

Grumbling, you shift to your feet, tossing your blanket down and stepping toward your door. You tug it open, a scowl already painted across your lips.

“What do you- oh…”

It’s Dabi.

One burnt arm is braced above the frame of your doorway and his eyes can’t meet yours.

“What do you want?” you ask, arms automatically crossing over your chest.

Dabi shifts at the sound of your voice, his cerulean gaze flickering over yours before lifting away, staring at something absolutely fascinating above your head.

“Here,” he grumbles, lifting his free hand and pressing a plastic bag toward you.

For a moment you keep your arms crossed and eyes narrowed. But then the delicious smell of fresh ramen wafts against your senses.

You look up at his face, noting a light blush that’s seeping across his pierced nose. Did…did he get you something?

“What’s this?” you ask, unlacing your arms and reaching for the extended offering.

“Food,” he states blandly, his voice hollow. Despite his tense demeanor, he chances another glance at you and your eyes catch his.

“Is there enough for two?” you smile, fingers lingering against his as you maneuver the bag into your grasp.

He turns his face to you and a smirk starts to leech over his mismatched lips. “Depends…” he murmurs, taking a tentative step toward you.

You grin at him and nod for him to follow you into the dark sanctity of your bedroom.

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Dabi is a todoroki theory btw!

Dabi when he cant dye his hair in quarantine and his roots start to come out? And his s/o who didnt know he dyed his hair seeing it?

7 months since the lockdown was established. 7 months of being carefull with your own health. 7 months since your boyfriend had just decided to proclaim your apartment as his own.

You knew about Dabi's life style and "job". After all, is all plastered on the news, journals and internet about the rank B villain. Yet you didn't care. You loved him ... even despite him being a ass.

"Dabi!" You moaned, slamming the fridge closed "Dont leave just a freacking bit of milk on the carton!" You shouted, prefering to not hear the laugh coming from the bathroom of your apartment.

"Asshole..." you mumbled while sitting on the couch as your boyfriend got out of the shower, shaking his head similiar to a dog with only a towel covering his waist... You couldn't help but look.

Turquoise eyes suddenly locked with yours and you felt yourself grow hot immediately in embarrassment at being caught staring at him. He smirked devilish at your flustered persona.

"Like what ya see dollface?" For good measure he opened one of his arms, drops of water clinging on his scarred and healthy skin; one hand still holding onto the towel to not reveal his package.

This could wait until a bit.

"Nothing that I never saw before." You snorted as you heard Dabi's laugh, entering on the bedroom.

"Yet you're still anxious about sucking and grabbing onto it."

"DABI!" you yelled, his laughter echoing in the apartment as you groaned in your hands. Feeling the couch shift and him supporting his chin on your shoulder.

He had the same smirk as always when you poked your eyes out, rolling your eyes at him.

"You're a jerk." He snorted before kissing your temple.

"You paid for this when you accepted dating this jerk." He trailed his kisses down to you ear, his wet and indigo hair brushing on your skin as your lips broke on a smile at the treatment he was giving to you.

Tsking, you picked the remote and shoved his face away playfully as he grumbled.

"What do you want to watch? Maybe I can do some popcorn for us as well." You mused as he let out a shrug and laid his head on your lap.

"Anything is good doll. Your choice." He said nonchantly, dropping his head on your lap, crossing his arms behind his head you scoffed playfully.

"So now my thighs are pillows for your lazy ass?" You arched one eyebrow up but with a smile present as he opened one of his eyes. Stoic face present.

"I rather be between them rather them on top but hey, they are good pillows though." He let out a monotomous "ouch" when you flipped his head before chuckling lowly, grabbing your hand on his to bring to his half scarred and health lips to give a kiss on your knuckle.

"Flirting to get yourself out huh?" You smiled, bringing his hand to your cheek as he carresed it with his thumb.

"It works, doesn't it?"

He turned his head on your lap as soon as he heard some documentary about Stain's on. You only chuckled at how interested he was towards the ex vigilante and villain, combing your finger through his semi wet indigo hair.

You didn't payed much attention to the T.v as you untangled some knots on his hair... he hummed in silent apreciation at your attics, closing his eyes just for a bit before he opened them again, sorta, to get back to watching.

While traveling your fingers through his indigo hair, you furrowed your eyebrows at seing some... red (or white I dunno your choice) roots. You let out a confused sound as you started to notice more roots that differ from the pitch black color of his hair.

"You're acting like a monkey doll." His gruff and scratchy voice grumbled, just sounding like he was on the verge of sleep.

"Is just... Dabs?" You poked his shoulder before he grumpily turned his body to look up at you.

"Eh..?"

"You... have red(white) hair naturally?" You pulled gently as he widened his eyes, his staples tugging at his skin "You dye your hair since when?" You giggled at him as his adam apple trembled yet body never moving from his tense state.

"Dabi?" You asked, playfull side gone as you saw his distress state as he rubbed the back of his head while getting up to go to see himself on the mirror.

"Dabi!" You got up and followed him to see him tugging on his hair, hateful glare towards the roots on his hair and with his free hand started to search for something.

"Hey!" You grabbed his wrist and he snarled at you before he relaxed just a bit at seing your worried state "Dabi... What's wrong?"

An uncomfortable silence got on the bathroom as he looked away from your face, stoic as usual... You sighed, letting go of his wrist to cup his damaged cheek.

"You know what? Never mind." You spoke gently, making his blue eyes go back to yours in doubt "You dont need to talk about it if you don't want to."

His fingers clenched on yours as he let out a heavy sigh. Looking at you with sorrow.

"... I cant hide this from you forever..." you furrowed your eyebrows as he lead you to your guys bedroom... talking about the whole thing.

To say you were horrified was a understatement. When he finished he had his arms crossed while leaning on the doorframe as you stood sitted on the end of the bed with your jaw open.

"... so?" He suddenly spoke "Say something... anything. Hell yell and get out even."

You got up and his muscles tensed... yet he wasn't prepared for the impact he was hit with as his met the floor. His torso being wrapped up in your arms as your face burried in his neck.

"How could he..?" Was your broken whisper as the embrace you had on him tighten.

His eyes were wide as his lips were parted in shock. His arms stood awkwardly in the air before lowering them and putting his chin on your shoulder, still in shock.

Despite him being a villain, having a even darker past than you imagined and with a fucked up family... you were still embracing him tightly.

"I could handle on my own at least..." came his hoarse and forced chuckled before he felt you shift to look up at him.

"Dabi you handled this in the past but not anymore okay? You may be an asshole-" he grumbled before you cupped hsi cheek to make him look properly at you "But you're the asshole I fell in love with. You're my boyfriend. And for me, you dont need to be perfect... because you are already for me. With all the flaws, destructive quirk... who cares? You're Dabi... My Dabi."

My... that word ringed on his head as he stared in awe down at you before tilting his head down at you with a serene smile.

"Which stupid movie you got that from (Y/n)?"

"You.. YOU JERK!" You shoved his face as he let out a laugh "EVEN AFTER ALL OF THIS YOU STILL ACT LIKE A DAMN JERK!" you shouted even more as his arms wrapped around you even as you squirmed on him, the bastard still laughing.

"Cmon doll~" he manage between chuckles as you tried to push him away.

"Oh no no no! Get off of me bastard! You ruined the mood!" A smile started to creep on your lips since Dabi's laughter always made sure you at least giggled along with him, didn't matter what.

He rested his forehead on your shoulders, still letting out a few chuckles as his arms holded you close by the waist, bodies almost glued to each other.

"I love you dammit." He chuckled as you froze, eyes widening as he still chuckled and embrace never broken.

You looked at his indigo hair, roots present as always as you softened your gaze at your boyfriend. Arms coming up to hug him finally back.

"I love you more..."

Toya.

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Sun always shines

Disclaimer: fluff; implied intercourse; a tint of angst (obviously, look who wrote it); I woke up with this in my head 

Length: 587 words

Fandom: BNHA villains

Of course you forgot to close the curtains last night. Your mind was too full, your body too sore to even move and the orgasmic spasms broke your breath for a couple of minutes. And for that, now, the morning sun rays were falling beautifully right on that scarred nape. You smiled and bit your bottom lip like a teenage girl that watched her crush play football.

Sliding your body closer, you placed your arm on the masculine torso, under his own, and glued your naked breasts to the warm skin. An annoyed mumble let you know that Dabi was neither sleeping, nor awake.

“You stayed the night…” you cooed in his ear, your lips tickling the skin on his scrunched-up shoulder.

“Yeah…” he muttered back, a tint of disappointment in his husky, morning voice.

“You like me, don’t you?” you teased.

“Maybe… but that’s not it” again the husky voice you didn’t imagine to ever hear.

“Huh?” Your confusion alarmed yourself and you snuggled better into Dabi. “What is it then?”

“It’s a soft bed” he replied plainly.

“Oh… right… But it’s a one-time fling, righ-?” you asked, pulling your arm away from him at a slow pace.

“Right” he almost didn’t let you finish your words as he rolled over to catch you in his arms.

Your eyes widened quickly at Dabi’s surprisingly gentle gesture. His chin rested weightlessly on your head and his fingers drew feathery circles between your shoulder blades. Leaning your face on his chest for the first time in your life, you smiled. How could he smell so good with all that burnt skin and the sweat from last night?

“Waw, you can be gentle…” you joked, placing a kiss on his sternum.

No reaction other than a chuckled “Tch!” came from Dabi as he remembered how roughly the two of you fucked the night before.

“Do you want to stay for breakfast too?” you asked a bit shyly.

Dabi jerked his head back quickly and his angry and surprised eyes glared at you. But you smiled. You couldn’t understand why, but there was something about the man in your bed that screamed “broken hero” more than it screamed “villain”. Your face emitted more light than the sun outside and Dabi could feel his features softening.

“Can you really look at this face and smile?” he asked, eyes twitching, analyzing the contour of your face that was once again so close to his.

Instead of an actual response, you just deepened your smile and even let out a giggle through your now parted lips. The sound warmed his heart and he locked your lips with his. The peck lasted only for a moment, but it was gentle and enough to amaze you. Retaking his original position with you in his arms, Dabi smiled to himself, away from your gaze.

“You didn’t kiss me last night at all…” you whispered, still taken aback by the villain’s tenderness, the taste of him lingering in your mouth.

“I was busy pleasuring our bodies” he answered in his specific cocky way, helping you shake away the astonishment.

“Jerk…” you laughed your words out and hit his biceps lightly.

“Anything but fish, ok?” he requested in a low tone as he rearranged his body to yours, to lay more comfortably.

“What?”

“For breakfast. If that’s still available.”

Your lungs filled with air right away and you hugged his torso a bit more, trying to express that you really wanted Dabi there more than just one time.

yo, what’s up with me being fluffy? O___O

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Burnt

Warnings: Smut

Word Count: 2.4K

A/N: I wanted to try writing Dabi¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (doesn’t have much dialogue so fuck me i guess and my ambitions lol)

You enter your home and it reeks of bleach and a faint stench of smoke- any energy left in you is suddenly depleted and you grip the strap of your bag tight, lips pulling down into a frown and the tinge of a headache already appearing. The smell is strong, making you cover your nose and eyes burn- an awful combination of two things and even with the bleach, you can tell it’s a poor excuse of a cleaning job- something that you really aren’t surprised about but still find yourself annoyed at. 

You enter the kitchen and see a figure leaning against the sink. The smell here is the worst and it makes you gag in disgust. Eyes watering and a churning in your stomach as you can only manage to take one step into the area.

“You’re home late.” Slender fingers hold an unlit cigarette in hand and bright blue eyes glance at you. “Sorry about the smell.”

“What the fuck did you do?” Your voice is nasally as you pinch your nose tighter. “Smells like the fucking hospital and burnt-” your eyes widen and scowl deepens- “I swear, if you committed any of your little-”

“I’m not stupid-” pink flahes and runs over the bottom of his lip- “I tried cooking and it got all burnt.”

“And the bleach?” 

“Wow, you really don’t believe me.”

“Dabi-”

He puts his arms up and the cigarette falls from his fingers and lands quietly on the floor. “Sheesh. I tried cleaning. Sorry for trying to help.” He sounds irritated and a bit of skin is emitting a faint wisp of smoke.

“You never help.” Your eyes narrow and scan him. “What did you do?”

He sighs and dips his head before raising it and giving you a shrug. He walks towards you- shoes still on and leaving a trace of dirt behind. “The less you know, the better- isn’t that right?” He leans towards your face and he has a sly grin on him, his eyes widening in amusement. “You’re the one who said that. Don’t tell me you forgot?”

The hand that doesn’t hold your nose comes to his chest and you push yourself away from him, fingers grazing at the untouched skin that he has yet to make a scar of. “Open a window. It smells like death.” You turn on your heel and hear him scoff in amusement. You hold on tighter to your bag and you walk to your room, locking the door behind you, making sure that the slamming of said door can be heard throughout the home.

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Reckless | Dabi

↳ REQUEST: can i have some a drabble of dabi and (y/n) cuddling? i read some angst and i need some healing material. 🥺👉👈

↳ A/N: Yes you most certainly can, love. Have some tape for you heart as well. I apologize if it’s late as well, Tumblr doesn’t always notify me when I receive an ask! I apologize if the final product wasn’t satisfactory, I pretty much rushed, but I still hope it had the intended effect. Have a wonderful day, babes. 🥺💖

↳ Requests are open ask here

→ Warnings: My shitty writing, (possibly) OOC Dabi.

Your eyes looked anywhere but Dabi’s own piercing blue gaze. Your neck felt hot as you winced in pain as he kept a tight grip on your arm and the bandages wrapped tightly around your damaged skin. Your most recent mission didn’t go as planned with the target becoming aggressive and making the time spent there longer than needed with “minor” casualties.

The silence filled every corner, the tension wrapping around your neck: making it harder to inhale properly.

“You were reckless.”

Double-taking, you finally look at Dabi’s matted black locks. His face was stoic and dull, yet his eyes and demeanor said everything it needed to. Frustration, anger, and a hefty amount of concern. “You’re one to talk,” You retorted, your own pride holding you back from admitting that you could’ve done the job more efficiently. “You could’ve died,” Dabi glowered, his grip tightening as he set down the bandages next to you.

It was considered shameful to step down from whatever was left of your salvaged ego, but the change in Dabi’s rough demeanor changed into something suffocating as he tried to steady his own breathing. Biting your tongue and swallowing what was left of your frustration, you wrap your arms around his neck and pulling him closer to you.

“Let’s go to bed, yeah?” You question, your tone significantly softer contrasting to your previously bitter and defensive tone. Dabi only nodded in response, his arms finally slinking around your frame and closing the gap between you as you in response wrap your legs around his waist.

“Careful not to drop me,” You hummed, tracing shaped into his back as you refer to his lanky frame. He scoffs but says nothing in response, turning to the door and exiting the bloodied bathroom and leaving you to turn off the lights behind him.

The room was unsurprisingly messy: stray clothes of undergarments, pants, shirts, leading to a pile of dirty clothes that had yet to be cleaned. The white wallpaper of the room slowly peeling away to reveal the wooden walls, gathering in random clumps around the room. A worn-down heater by the busted windows and torn curtains. Not only to finish it off with the stray debris littering random spots of the house.

The moon illuminated the room, giving the bed a complimentary light as it beckoned the two of you forward. Lighting up each floating dust particle as you and Dabi moved to the bed.

Dabi settled down on the bed, scooting into the pillows he managed to steal as you made yourself comfortable in his lap and untangling yourself from him. He sighed and buried his head into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent and closing his eyes to veil his sharp cyan eyes.

You card your nimble fingers through his inky-black hair, an unspoken issue filling the air with discomfort. A shaky sigh left Dabi as his grip around you tightened. “I could’ve lost you, (Y/N)” The villain rasped, keeping a deathlock on your shirt an evident trembling in his hands.

His name rolling off of your tongue felt so unfamiliar, growing used to his constant pet names. “It’s a job hazard, Dabi,” You responded, his grip tightening on your shirt, clearly unsatisfied with your answer. “I know.. I know,” He muttered, his muscles tensing underneath you.

A frown pulls at your lips, you yourself being inexperienced with the use of your words. Unable to create a sentence that’d bring some sort of comfort, but in reality what could? Both of you were aware of the hazards that came of going on missions, of being a villain.

There weren’t many words could do to change that fact.

You sigh and move your hand down to trace shapes into the tense muscles in his back. “It’ll be alright, Dabi. I’m still here, and that won’t change,” You cooed, Dabi’s grip on you only slackening so much. “Besides, I can hold my own. Don’t forget that,” You assured, sliding your hands back up to wrap your arms around his neck.

“I know, doll,” He murmured, letting his arms to lazily wrap around your waist and opening his eyes slightly and pressing chaste kisses on your neck. Sighing in content, you adjust your grip on the male’s body before rolling out of his lap and onto your back, proceeding to bring him down onto your chest.

Normally, Dabi would rather the roles reversed but he mumbled his complaints before snuggling closer into your chest and wrapping his arms around you. His breathing evened out at the sound of your steady heartbeat, relief easing the knots in his muscles as he pressed a kiss to your collar bone while you fiddling with his black tufts of hair with a small smile and humming a small tune.

“I love you, Dabi,” You whisper, pausing the combing through his hair as he met your gaze with his icey-blue eyes. He leaned closer to you, ghosting his lips over your own before closing the gap between you two.

There were no lustful intentions behind it, but more meaningful. A wave of emotions in one simple kiss that the two of them so easily identified. Dabi brought his hand to the back of your head to deepen the kiss, eventually pulling away from each other to take a breath.

There was no reason for Dabi to respond, he always conveyed his emotions through his actions. But when he reiterated your verbal affection using “I love you too, doll.” came as a large surprise to you. A smile tugged at your lips, eyes softening with unconditional love man for the scarred man.

“Goodnight, doll.” Dabi murmured, another chase kiss to any exposed skin he could reach that moment. His half-lidded eyes bore into your own as you press kisses to his knuckles before responding with, “Goodnight patchwork.” You release a content sigh before closing your eyes, yet refusing to sleep.

Dabi only stared at your features for a few minutes, his half-lidded eyes watched as your usually tightened facial expression softened as you found peace in your usually dreamless nights. He sighed and adjusted himself so he could bury his face into the crook of your neck, chaste kisses pressed on the exposed skin. “The things you do to me, (Y/N),” He whispered, a kiss pressed underneath your earlobe as he basked in your presence and closed his eyes. Shutting himself from the real world and succumb to another dreamless sleep.

You smile and press a kiss to his temple, small snores filling the room as you look over at the window. The large moon staring back at you as stars were stamped into the night sky. Being a villain had its downs, but meeting Dabi wasn’t one of them for you. Sighing, you glance back a the sleeping male and lean your head back into the pillow.

But no matter what, you would fix the broken society that was this world and create a perfect paradise.

One step at a time.

- Admin Lavender

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kinktober 2020 #1

ass worship | spanking [ dabi ]

↳ my hero academia

18+, one shot, smut, kinktober. warnings: spanking, piercings, dirty talk.

   “Look at you, ass up in the air like a bitch in heat. Fuck, you’re so wet, baby.” 

His words send shots of arousal down your spine as your pussy clenches around nothing; the knowledge that Dabi is sitting eye level with your soaked heat makes you dizzy. You lift your face from the pillow in front of you to look over your shoulder, meeting his heated gaze. 

“Would you quit staring at me like that?” you say, although your voice shakes enough to elicit a laugh from him. 

“Why? You’re fucking hot.” 

“It’s weird.” You huff. Turning back around, you bury your face back into the pillow as Dabi sits up on his knees and rests his warm hands on your ass.

He hums. “Weird, huh?” He doesn’t wait for you to respond, instead opting to dig his fingers into your supple flesh as he pulls your ass cheeks apart and exposes your pussy even more to him in all its glory. His thumbs pull at your slick folds, and you feel like he’s stretching you apart. “You say that, but look at how wet you are. You’re practically dripping, baby.” He punctuates his last word with a swift spank to your skin, the sound and sudden impact causing an embarrassing yelp to slip past your lips. 

“Dabi! At least warn me, you idiot!” Your words don’t match your expression and you know it - your skin feels flushed, pupils blown out and glazed over with lust. You’re secretly enjoying this overwhelming bombardment of attention. His laugh doesn’t do anything to quell the fire in the pits of your stomach.

“I love it when you talk to me like that,” he says, his voice low and thick. His hands continue their assault, groping and massaging your skin with fervour. “Mmm, do you feel how hard you make me? You want me to stuff my cock into your pretty ass, baby?” Dabi slaps your ass again, following with a purposeful squeeze that has you pushing against him. 

You pull your bottom lip between your teeth, eyes fluttering shut as his thick warmth meets your own for a split second. He runs his head, coated with precum, along your slit slowly, the cool metal of his piercing circling your clit with the promise of more. 

“Dabi…please…” 

You can practically feel the grin on his face. “Please?” He coos, “You’re gonna have to do better than that, [First name],” He wraps his fingers around the base of his shaft and gently taps it against your ass, settling to rub it between your soft mounds with a deep moan. “Tell me exactly what you want.” 

You find yourself rocking back and forth in tandem with his movements, feeling his piercings rub insistently against your skin and wishing you could feel them inside you instead. “Oh Dabi,” you sigh with pleasure, reaching beneath you to roll your clit beneath the pads of your fingers. “I want you to fuck me. Don’t you think you’ve teased me enough?” With a sudden rush of confidence, you turn to look over your shoulder and meet his gaze once more. 

His beautiful blue eyes swim with lust - his snarky grin has disappeared and he holds his breath as you rub your ass against him, coating him with your wetness. You can see his resolve breaking with every curl and push of your hips. “Come on Dabi~” you say with a smile, your voice barely above a whisper. “I want to feel you.” 

With that, he leans forward with his hands either side of your body, planted firmly onto the mattress. He pushes his hips even closer to yours, pinning your pelvis to the bed and slowly grinding his hardness against your ass. His lips brush against the shell of your ear. 

   “Whatever you want, baby.” 

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“It’s pitch black and I can still see you blushing.” please for Dabi? I love you!

This is my first time writing for him and I had a whole 'nother idea for a headcanons thing but I suddenly had an idea and well, this is what I ended up with.

I love you too, thank you for requesting! ♡

Hope this is to your liking~

Craving Your Company

Prompt: It's pitch black and I can still see you blushing

Word count: 695

Tags: Longing, Fluff at the end

It had taken a lot of convincing on your part for Dabi to finally relent to moving in together. He had always been ambiguous about how serious he was about your relationship, but you knew he cared deeply and as time progressed, you had grown comfortable enough to even stay with him for days. It was only logical to finally live together right? Since it was easier than forgetting to return home at 2am anyways.

So you did. You moved in. And while you were happy with the accomplishment, it wasn't exactly smooth sailing. Which you were prepared for considering his crazy schedule, sometimes not even coming back for days. But now that you had shared a living space with him, Dabi not being around made you undoubtedly lonely. The nights were especially bad.

Why did you only feel this way now, you didn't know. It wasn't like he was around more before this.

The weather was not helping your mood, you sighed, barely audible to even yourself as the rain pounded like rocks on your apartment window.

Even curled up with a blanket you still felt cold and dreary, longing for some sort of physical contact. Throughout you being with Dabi, it had always been you who initiated any kind of physical affections. You knew he enjoyed them even if he didn't know how to reciprocate properly sometimes, figuring that his crappy childhood had just left him touch starved. But he's a quick learner and would occasionally give you a pat on the head, a kiss on your palm or maybe even on your neck-

Ah, thinking about him just made you miss him even more. He hadn't returned for two and a half days now, not that this wasn't normal. You were kept up with the news, so you were plenty aware of the League of Villain's activities.

Hoping that he would return tomorrow, you were rocked to sleep by the sound of the storm.

You had forgotten to close the curtains before falling asleep, but it didn't matter, the sky was too dark to let any light in anyway. Perhaps another storm was brewing.

Getting up to make some sort of warm beverage was what you intended, but something was wrapped around you, restricting you from getting up. It couldn't have been the blanket could it?

Something rustled beside you and hot breath fanned against the back of your neck, making you shiver.

"D-dabi…?" 

You turned around slowly, greeted by the sight of him. He looked to be asleep, hair disheveled, tiredness written all over his face. You smiled, cupping his cheek, resisting the urge to pepper his face with kisses. Although he probably would not have liked that, or at least that's what he would always say.

"I'm glad you're home, I was feeling a little lonely," you whispered to his sleeping form, wondering if by chance, he'd still be here when you'd wake up.

"Didn't know you were craving my company doll, it was only two days," he said, opening his eyes lazily, voice a little hoarse from sleep. 

"And a half," you corrected, "I thought you'd fallen asleep."

"I did, but I could still hear you."

"Sorry for being too loud, you can go back to sleep if you want," you combed a hand through his hair. Despite saying that, you secretly wished for him to keep you company for a bit longer. It was a selfish thought, but it couldn't help but cross your mind.

"No, I'm wide awake now. Poor little thing, you missed me huh?" Dabi grinned, caressing your cheek teasingly.

"Yeah," you felt like sinking in the bed from how close he was to you. Sleeping together was still a new thing to the both of you and even though you had found it enjoyable, it was still thrilling whenever he'd make bold advances.

"Heh, it's pitch black and I can still see you blushing," he suddenly moved closer to you, nipping at your earlobe.

"Oh god Dabi, can we just go to sleep please," you pushed a pillow onto his face, palms covering your own.

He was no good for your heart.

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Closer To You

The things you do Only make me want to get closer to you And the things that you say Only make me want to stay

dabi x fem-reader

an - thought i deleted this but lookie what i found buried in my notes app! <3 just domestic and tender

warnings - none!, cussin, fluff, tenderness, probably ooc!dabi idk

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“I’m going to head out in like an hour or whatever,” Dabi quips gruffly, glancing at her from the corners of his striking blue eyes. They’re snuggled up on her shitty leather couch under one of her many plush blankets. Her legs are tangled in his and she’s reclined back easily on a myriad of pillows, eyes locked on her tiny flatscreen.

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Me: “Hey babe? Would you ever want to have kids in the future?”

Dabi: “I would rather cut off my left leg then ever have a child.”

Me: “Oh.. okay.”

Dabi: “Wait no! Don’t have one with someone else I’ll do it.”

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Insults that would definitely happen between me and Dabi (part one):

Me: “Ugh my hands are so dry!”

Dabi: “Okay Shigaraki.”

Me: “Listen here you little fucking bitch.”

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Me: “Okay but at least I don’t look like a burnt chicken nugget.”

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Me: “Your body’s too hot.”

Dabi: “Your breath is too hot.”

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Me: “At least I’m not related to Endeavor.”

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Dabi: “I think you should lay off the makeup.”

Me: “Well I think you should lay off killing a bunch of innocent people but you don’t hear me complaining.”

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Me: “IF YOU LIGHT MY SHIT ON FIRE ONE MORE TIME, IM TELLING YOUR DAD YOUR’E ALIVE.”

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Dabi: “Your lips are so dry I feel like I’m kissing Shigaraki.”

Me: “You’d like that wouldn’t you.”

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➥ Charred Memories

Dabi x F!Reader

Summary: The color red was never his favorite, it reminded him too much of his childhood; the burning red embers of his father’s flame, but even worse his own fiery red hair he inherited from the man who hurt him the most. Dabi was always able to handle the truth, that hair grows and it brings back memories he wishes to forget.His only solution is black hair dye and his supportive girlfriend, but when he looks himself in the mirror and sees those red roots… his reality comes crashing down into an endless nightmare he cannot seem to forget.

Warning(s): Panic Attack, Trauma, Abuse, Self-Harm (Dabi’s Scars), Established Relationship, Dabi is Touya Todoroki.

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➥ How They Act in Public v. Private

Dabi & Tomura Shigaraki.

Request: hai can i request dabi/shigaraki being the cold assholes they are when others are watching but being possessive and touchy with the reader when they are in private? either hcs or scenarios it doesn’t matter!! nsfw preferred.

Warning(s): NSFW, Degradation, Dabi and Shigaraki being Jerks.

Note: I did headcanons and scenarios. The headcanons have how they behave when around others, the scenarios are how they act when you two are alone! I decided to use gender neutral pronouns since you didn’t specify, hope you enjoy!

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on twitter someone said dabi would say “oooo you wanna kiss me so bad” in the middle of arguments and i cant get that out of my rat brain,, bc like he’d be right

god like. he would. he’d be so fucking smug about it. detail the whole thing 2 get horny. i’d let him too.  a lil mostly sfw drabble for ya

“Dabi, seriously, what the fuck were you thinking?” Your voice was less angry than you meant it. Mentally, you were spitting hot fire and rage onto your boyfriend in heaps.

“It’s what had to be done, babe, don’t worry about it,” Dabi waved you off, despite the fact you were bandaging his wounds.

As tough as he tried to act, he whimpered like a puppy when you touched the tender parts of his injuries and grafts. It was one of the reasons you were so pissed.

“You know I’m gonna worry about it!” You huffed, wrapping a cut on his hand with a knowing dexterity. “And you know better than to go in headfirst like that.”

“Do I?” Dabi questioned, raising his eyebrows smugly. “News to me.”

“Dabi.” You crossed your arms, sitting back on your knees, pressing the two of you into the comforter. “Stop deflecting, just admit you fucked up and got yourself hurt.”

Dabi tilted his head towards his shoulder, a pearly white smile stretching across his face. It would’ve been charming if you weren’t so pissed.

You met him with a frown, locking your jaw, “Please, Dabi, stop being such so fucking stubborn—“

“Ooooo,” Dabi smirked, sitting up quickly and nearly knocking you from your perch on his thighs. “You wanna kiss me so bad, don’t you?”

“W-what? No!” You stammered, not expecting that sort of reaction, as disgustingly flirty as your boyfriend could be, he was beaten to a pulp and that typically was not the opportune time to be horny. “Dabi, I’m serious, please-“

“I dunno, baby,” Dabi hummed, resting his chin on his bandaged hand. “You’re really hot when you’re all huffy. It’s also as nice as seeing all flustered and squirming.”

You ran your hand down your cheek, still squeezing your thighs together at the prospect, “You are literally bruised and beat to hell and back, please, keep it in your pants.”

“Hasn’t stopped us before, has it?” Dabi’s hands circled your waist, sliding under the hem of your top as you shuddered. “Besides, you do wanna kiss me, don’t you?”

“I will kiss you if it gets you to shut up.”

“Deal.”

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Toga: “I sleep with a knife under my pillow.” 

Twice: “Weak, I sleep with a sword under mine.” 

(y/n): “You’re both pathetic.” 

Spinner: “What killer weapon do you sleep with then, Mrs. badass?” 

(y/n): “Dabi.”