#Dabi x Reader

[crushmeeren]

will be reading in intervals when i have time 🫡

CARNATIONS MASTERLIST.

REHAB!TOUYA X READER

The former villain known as 'Dabi' is now your patient. On the road to recovery, you're charged with nursing him and his broken heart back to health.

carnations symbolize new beginnings, grief, and love. ❦

ᥴһᥲ⍴𝗍ᥱr ᥆ᥒᥱ ❦ 𝖼ɦαρ𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍ωⱺ ❦ 𝖼ɦαρ𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍ɦ𝗋𝖾𝖾 ❦ 𝖼ɦαρ𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖿ⱺυ𝗋 ❦ 𝖼ɦαρ𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗏𝖾 ❦ 𝖼ɦαρ𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗂𝗑 ❦ 𝖼ɦαρ𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝗏𝖾𐓣 ❦ 𝖼ɦαρ𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗂𝗀ɦ𝗍 ❦ 𝖼ɦαρ𝗍𝖾𝗋 𐓣𝗂𐓣𝖾 ❦ 𝖼ɦαρ𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝖾𐓣 ❦ 𝖼ɦαρ𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖾ᥣ𝖾𝗏𝖾𐓣 ❦ 𝖼ɦαρ𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍ω𝖾ᥣ𝗏𝖾 ❦ 𝖼ɦαρ𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍ɦ𝗂𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖾𐓣 ❦ 𝖼ɦαρ𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖿ⱺυ𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖾𐓣 ❦ 𝖼ɦαρ𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝖿𝗍𝖾𝖾𐓣 ❦ 𝖼ɦαρ𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗂𝗑𝗍𝖾𝖾𐓣 ❦ 𝖼ɦαρ𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝗏𝖾𐓣𝗍𝖾𝖾𐓣 ❦ ᥴһᥲ⍴𝗍ᥱr ᥱіgһ𝗍ᥱᥱᥒ ❦ ᥴᥲrᥒᥲ𝗍і᥆ᥒs ᥒ᥆𝗍іᥴᥱ :)

[dollbrbie]

thinking about men who can see how unbelievably tired and overworked you are - feeling awful for their poor, burnt out girlfriend and just want to help you feel better.

it’s when you can’t help but complain about how physically and mentally tired you are with work, feeling so sexually frustrated because you haven’t even had the time to let your boyfriend fuck you. and trust me, he’s not been happy about it either.

so, he coaxes you into letting him take care of you for the night, running you a hot bath and making some of your favourite snacks. he’ll even give you a massage, rubbing those tight knots of yours and littering gentle kisses along your neck whilst whispering sweet praises that make you feel so much better.

but he doesn’t stop there - he doesn’t forget about your sexual frustration, or his own. he gently pushes you on your back, the soft pillows catching you as you let out a quiet gasp, surprised by your boyfriends sudden actions.

“just let me take care of my girl, yeah?”, he mutters before gently removing your bath robe, kissing along your bare skin and making sure there’s no part of you left untouched.

you felt like a virgin with the way your pussy throbs at his touches alone, so desperate for the pleasure you hadn’t felt in weeks. and he sees this, he knows how much you want it. his digits make way to your needy clit, rubbing tight circles while he watches the way your back arches. it felt so intense, especially when the feeling had become so foreign.

he chuckles at the way you moan and arch, placing a gentle kiss on the lips of your glossy pussy, “think she’s missed me.”

you whine in response. you’re definitely not denying it.

his tongue gets to work, licking and teasing along your folds as he looks up at you with heavy lids. that damn smirk he had when he saw exactly what he was doing to you was infuriating.

but you were in no position to complain, not when his tongue and fingers cause your head to be left empty of thoughts with the pleasure that overtakes your body. you could already feel your peak building up, your body writhing and your brows furrowing.

it’s so unexpected, the sudden release of your climax that causes your hips to buck and a loud moan to escape your lips. you don’t think you’ve ever came that quickly before, feeling your stress replaced with the come down of your high.

you take a look at your boyfriend, you slick covering his face and a pretty smirk plastered on his lips, “you feel better, baby?”

you nod with a breath, your eyes heavy as you watch your boyfriend crawl on top of you before kissing you parted lips and making you to taste yourself.

“good.”, he hums.

yoichi isagi, meguru bachira, seishiro nagi, sae itoshi, oliver aiku, michael kaiser, ryusei shidou, satoru gojo, toji fushiguro, ryomen sukuna, levi ackerman, eren yeager, porco galliard, tengen uzui, sanemi shinazugawa, muzan kibutsuji, akaza, katsuki bakugo, shouta aizawa, hawks, dabi, monkey d. luffy, roronoa zoro, shanks & any of your faves

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[majoryeager104]

Vampire Touya, whose relationship with his own abilities is a little unstable. He’s either constantly fighting against his urges for blood, or he’s sinking his teeth into whatever he can get his scarred hands on. Meeting you was no different.

Vampire Touya, who tried, he really did, to restrain himself when one day he found you in the dark alone, that delightful gash on your arm practically calling his name. Hell, he even bandaged you up just to keep himself from killing you. Yet because of his ‘kindness’, you now hung around him more often than not. Your appreciation and friendship was suffocating…and mesmerizing.

Vampire Touya, who tried even now to restrain himself. You’d gotten quite the nasty cut while cooking, and unfortunately he’d caught a whiff of it. Now he was practically drooling as he watched you wrap your finger. To make matters worse, you noticed. To make matters even worse than that, you offered him some of your blood.

Vampire Touya, who just couldn’t refuse such a sweet offer from his favorite human, especially now that you’d worked up his appetite. He watched with eager eyes as you removed the bandage from your finger, taking your hand in his and lifting it to his lips, planting a gentle kiss on the cut before he fully pressed his lips against your skin, eyes never leaving yours thereafter.

Vampire Touya, who’s after that sometimes would watch you cook and wish you’d cut yourself on accident so he could do it all again.

[yawneon]

how i look at my screen after y/n just got called kitten/puppy/bunny

[noirtini]

its the fact that they have absolute power, but still choose to be gentle that always gets me GOD I LOVE IT WHEN STRONG CHARACTERS ARE GENTLE AND VULNERABLE

Strong-looking vulnerable men......Strong-looking vulnerable men.

You know the type. Big hands, big shoulders, could probably bench-press a car, but the moment they sit down, they look like they’re carrying the weight of the whole damn universe. Eyes that are just a little too soft for a face that sharp. Like, are you okay? Do you need a hug? Do you want to cry into my arms for three hours?

They look like they could destroy you, but deep down, you know they'd rather let themselves break first. What is it about them? Why do they look like they could hold you together when they’re clearly held together with duct tape and desperation? It’s unhinged. It’s unfair. I want to fix them. Or maybe I want to fall apart with them. I don’t even know anymore.

I love them so much they make me lose myself

AAAAAAHHHHHH

[dabisflamez]

Even more dabi headcanons!

hes uh.. been on my mind lately and I need people to experience this too…

• he loves physical touch but wont ever talk about it. he likes hugs and putting his arms around your waist/arms. if he wants to touch he will.

• along with that he isnt very affectionate through words and doesnt know how to say his feelings out loud but he cares.

• if you call him any nicknames or names other then dabi he will notice it and think about it for days. he wont do or anything about it but he’ll blush.

• he is always always always tired and wont ever reply to messages. if he does its a very dry response. he tries to read everything from you but probably doesnt have energy to reply.

• if you guys are at the lov bar or in a room and youre asleep he will watch you. just stare or zone out on you.

• he will literally go INSANE if he cant be next to you always. he craves your presence and needs you. he gets upset when youre not there and he’ll accidentally take it out on anyone else in the league.

• he likes biting or just nibbling a lot. if youre on each other comfortably or cuddling, wherever his mouth is will be biting you. or he might just sink his teeth into whatever skin he can.

• his hands are rough but theyre always a nice temperature and comfortable to hold

• he likes tugging on your hair or wrist to get your attention. not in a way to hurt you but a comfortable pain

i hope you liked this i wrote this in 20 minutes and im so tired. btw if you like my posts follow my blog! id love to make friends and find more blogs to follow :D

have a wonderful day (╯︵╰,)

[accidentcache]

“what song is this?”

feat: touya todoroki

warnings / cache notes: language, kys joke, sort of crude humor (stroking it… by it it… i mean… my peanits….), normal / quirkless au, coworkers at a record shop based off that one ask i got so fuckin long ago 💔

req📌: ❌

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[blasphemyandbackshots]

Touya Todoroki - Dabi

1. slow burn to absolute obsession

He doesn’t fall easily, but once he’s in, he’s in deep. And sex? It starts out like a game. Taunting, teasing, “just for fun”, but the second he realizes how badly he needs you, everything shifts. He fucks like he’s spiraling.

2. smirking the whole damn time

He’s cocky. He knows he’s good, and he loves making you say it. “C’mon, doll. What’s that look for? Can’t talk with my cock in your mouth?” His favorite sound is you moaning his name between sobs and curses.

3. rough hands, careful touch

He’s covered in burns and staples and even though he acts like he doesn’t care, there’s a part of him that’s fragile under the bravado. But when it comes to you? He holds you like he’s not sure if he wants to break you or protect you.

4. hips that don’t quit

Dabi fucks like a man who has nothing to lose. Deep, filthy thrusts. Fingers bruising your hips. His stamina is criminal. He wants you wrecked, trembling, crying, begging for a break you’re not getting.

5. biting, scratching, blood

He gets off on marks. He wants to see you the next day with your neck covered in bruises, thighs scratched up and throat raw from screaming. And if you leave marks on him? Oh, he fucking melts. You want to claim him? Do it. He’ll let you.

6. eye contact so intense it burns

He’ll pin you down and stare into your soul while he’s inside you. No blinking. Just those icy blue eyes full of heat and madness, whispering, “You like this? You like being ruined by someone like me?”

7. utterly addicted to your reactions

If you arch your back, whimper, beg him to go deeper, he loses it. He needs to see you fall apart under him and he’ll keep going until you’ve got nothing left but his name on your tongue.

8. will absolutely degrade you, unless you need praise

Dabi’s default is filthy talk; “Slut,” “my little toy,” “look at you, so cockdrunk you can’t even think.” But if you break, if you get teary and overwhelmed, his voice shifts. “That’s it, baby. You’re doin’ so good. I got you.”

9. surprisingly intimate when it’s just you two

He doesn’t do public affection. But in private? He touches your face. Kisses your scars. Traces his burns along your ribs while murmuring, “You’re the only thing that makes me feel human anymore.”

10. post sex? cigarettes, cuddling, chaos

He’ll light a cigarette, offer you a drag then pull you into his lap like it’s second nature. Might say something awful just to keep the walls up, but if you kiss him anyway? He’ll melt, pull you tighter and bury his face in your shoulder like he can’t believe you’re real.

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[lilsocksiswriting]

The beady black eye of the teddy bear that you like to keep on your bed is staring into the soul that the villain does not have. Dabi barely cares when you are between his spread thighs choking on his cock. 

“Shit princess, just like that,” he hisses in a low voice. 

Dabi seems to be the only one aware that your parents are just a floor below the two of you, cuddled up on the couch watching their boring reality TV show. 

Dabi holds on to the back of your head as he snaps his hips forward, burying his cock down your throat.  Feeling you moan around the back of his cock is what sends Dabi over the edge. You feel think spurts of cum seep down the back of your throat.  You gulp,  swallowing all the while you throat constricts around the villain’s cock to get every last bit.  Read the full W.I.P over in my Patreon!

[dollbrbie]

the last thing dabi ever imagined was having you as his girlfriend. you’re the furthest thing from him, a girl dressed head to toe in pink with makeup so perfect that it makes you look like a barbie doll.

you’re so girly while he’s… definitely something. he didn’t necessarily intend it, but he’s got that edgy emo look that you have a guilty pleasure for. black boxed dyed hair paired with his usual black clothing and purple scars - you found it weirdly hot. weird for you anyway, your girlfriends think you’re doing charity work with dabi. but he couldn’t really care less about what anyone had to say about him. it’s not like they’d actually say it to his face.

but dabi honestly loves how much of a bitch you could be. he secretly loves when you call him out, muttering degrading words under your breath that cause his pants to grow ridiculously tight. maybe he has a degrading kink buried deep down, or maybe he just loves how you’re not afraid to put him in his place. you’re a whole lot to handle, but you’ve never been a problem for dabi who’s not exactly a piece of cake either.

you balance each other out weirdly well, the pair of you knowing exactly how to put the other in their place. it’s definitely given you the freakiest sex life you’ve had - the both of you fighting for who’s in charge with mutually degrading and praising words. it’s made you realise a lot about yourself. especially with how much of a lover for pain dabi is, loving whenever you wrap your hands around his throat or whenever you land a slap on his scarred cheeks. there’s always that cocky smirk on his face, followed with a “do that again.”

but he’s not about to act like too much of a bitch in front of his girlfriend, edging you like crazy whenever you do take the bait and give him what he wants. no matter how much you beg or how much you writhe beneath him - if dabi doesn’t want you to cum, you won’t. there’s no room for arguments when your body is trapped under his, your orgasm ruined for the nth time that night.

but god forbid you ever do, your body convulsing with overwhelming pleasure and the tut of dabi’s tongue, he’ll say, “you wanna cum so bad, huh? ignore my fuckin’ orders? fine, then i’ll make you cum so much you’ll be in tears.”

your stomach twists at his words, because dabi isn’t the one to bluff. he’ll most certainly overstimulate you until your cheeks are soaked in tears and your throat can only release choked hiccups.

it’s lucky your boyfriend has such a soft spot deep down, because afterwards he’ll make sure his bratty girl is spoiled with aftercare and affection until she’ll rolling his eyes at him with those red stained eyes that turn him on while also making him feel like the worst boyfriend alive, kissing your swollen lips with a mutter you can only barely make out.

“m’sorry.. love you..”

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[ink-stainedkiss]

⌞Boyfriend Touya Todoroki Texts⌝

divider creds: @anitalenia

[kenzdolls]

MEETING THE LEAGUE . 4.2k

𖤐 synopsis: after six months of dating, dabi introduces you to the league 𖤐 pairing: dabi (toya todoroki) x gn! reader

𖤐 sent in by: anonymous

𖤐 trigger warnings: mentions of past domestic abuse, threats of violence, implied violence, morally gray themes.

your heart hammered against your ribcage as dabi's warm hand clasped yours, leading you through the dimly lit alleyways of kamino ward. the occasional streetlight cast his scarred face in harsh shadows, the staples along his cheeks and neck glinting with each step. you'd been dating for nearly six months now, keeping your relationship largely private – not just because of his status as a wanted villain, but because dabi himself was intensely protective of his personal life.

"having second thoughts?" he asked, his deep voice cutting through the silence. there was a hint of rare vulnerability beneath his usual detached tone.

you squeezed his hand reassuringly. "not a chance. just nervous."

a small smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, the damaged skin around it crinkling slightly. "don't be. they're all idiots, but they won't hurt you. not if they want to keep breathing."

the casual threat should have disturbed you more than it did, but after months of falling for this complicated man, you'd come to understand the duality of dabi. ruthless and calculating with enemies, yet possessing an unexpected gentleness that he revealed only to you in private moments.

"it's not about being hurt," you admitted. "i just… want them to not hate me. they're important to you, whether you admit it or not."

dabi scoffed, but didn't contradict you. "just be yourself. the version that somehow puts up with me." his thumb stroked across your knuckles in a rare display of public affection. "that's more than enough."

the walk continued in comfortable silence until dabi stopped abruptly before what appeared to be an abandoned building. the windows were boarded up, graffiti marking the crumbling exterior walls.

"charming headquarters," you murmured with a nervous laugh.

"it's temporary. we move around a lot," dabi explained, leading you toward a nondescript side door. "shigaraki has been paranoid since our last location was compromised."

he paused before opening the door, turning to face you fully. the blue flames that usually danced in his eyes had softened to embers. "one last chance to back out. once they know about you, there's no going back."

you reached up, gently tracing the edge of a staple along his jaw – a gesture you knew he secretly enjoyed. "i've known that since the night i didn't turn you in when i found you bleeding in my apartment. i made my choice a long time ago, dabi."

something flickered in his expression – perhaps surprise, even after all this time, that you continued to choose him despite knowing exactly who and what he was.

"suit yourself," he said, but the slight curve of his lips betrayed his relief. his hand moved to the small of your back as he pushed open the door. "let's get this over with."

——

the interior of the hideout was surprisingly well-maintained compared to its exterior. you followed dabi through a narrow hallway that opened into what appeared to be a communal living space. a worn couch faced a modest television, and mismatched chairs were scattered around a large table covered in playing cards and empty glasses.

the room fell silent as you entered. five pairs of eyes immediately turned to stare at you – some curious, others suspicious, all surprised.

"well, well," drawled a man lounging on the couch. his face was partially covered by a disembodied hand, but you could see his cracked lips stretching into what might have been a smile. "dabi actually brought his pet home."

blue flames flickered briefly around dabi's free hand. "watch it, shigaraki."

so this was the league's leader. you'd seen him on wanted posters and news reports, but nothing prepared you for the unsettling aura he exuded in person.

a blonde girl who had been sprawled across an armchair suddenly bounded up, her eyes wide with manic excitement. "oh my god, is this why you've been disappearing so much? you've been playing house?" she skipped closer, circling you with undisguised interest. "she's cute! can i cut her just a little? please?"

"toga," dabi warned, his arm shifting slightly to place himself between you and the girl.

you recognized himiko toga from dabi's descriptions – obsessed with blood and dangerously unpredictable. despite his protective stance, you stepped forward with a steady smile.

"it's nice to finally meet you, toga. dabi's told me about you."

the blonde blinked in surprise before breaking into a delighted giggle. "ooooh, i like her! she's not even shaking!" she twirled away, collapsing back into her chair. "keep this one, dabi-kun! your others were so boring they made me sleepy."

"others?" you whispered, raising an eyebrow at dabi.

"ignore her," he muttered. "toga thinks anyone i don't immediately incinerate is someone i'm dating."

from the far corner, a man in a tailored waistcoat approached with elegant strides. his face was hidden behind a metallic mask, but his voice was cultured and smooth. "how uncouth of my colleagues. please excuse their manners." he extended a gloved hand toward you. "mr. compress, at your service."

you took his hand, only to gasp in surprise when he twisted his wrist and produced a small blue rose from thin air, offering it to you with a theatrical bow.

"a small token for the brave soul who has apparently tamed our resident pyromaniac."

"tamed is a strong word," you replied with a small smile, accepting the flower. "more like reached a mutual non-aggression pact."

mr. compress chuckled appreciatively. "witty, too. how refreshing."

dabi rolled his eyes but seemed less tense than moments before. he guided you further into the room, where a massive figure hunched over what appeared to be a gaming console looked up. the mask covering his face resembled that of a killer from a horror film, but his voice was unexpectedly childlike.

"is she going to play with us? we need a fourth for mario kart." the villain you recognized as twice suddenly slapped himself. "no newcomers! she'll steal our stuff!" another self-slap. "sorry about that! i'm jin! welcome to our happy family!"

"maybe later," you offered, earning what seemed to be an enthusiastic nod from the split-personality villain.

the only person who hadn't acknowledged your presence was a reptilian man with green scales covering his body, leaning against the far wall with his arms crossed. his eyes, narrowed and calculating, hadn't left you since you entered.

"that's dabi's girlfriend? doesn't look like much," he finally grunted. "what's she doing with our kind anyway? she doesn't have a quirk, does she?"

dabi's posture stiffened. "not everyone needs a quirk to be useful, spinner," he replied coldly. "and her business is her business."

you squeezed dabi's hand to calm him. "i'm a nurse," you stated plainly. "at musutafu general."

this revelation seemed to surprise everyone in the room, including shigaraki, who finally removed the hand from his face to stare at you properly. his red eyes were intense and searching.

"a nurse?" spinner repeated incredulously. "you're dating someone who works in healthcare? you, who's burned down three hospitals in the past year?"

dabi's jaw tightened. "four, actually."

an uncomfortable silence fell over the room until shigaraki broke it with a dry, raspy laugh. "now that's irony. the arsonist and the healer." he leaned forward, fingers drumming against his knee, deliberately keeping his pinky raised. "tell me, nurse, how does it feel knowing your boyfriend has probably created patients for you?"

you met his gaze evenly, despite the chill that ran down your spine. "the same way it feels knowing i've probably treated heroes who've hunted him. life isn't black and white, shigaraki-san. not for any of us."

for a tense moment, no one moved. then shigaraki's lips curled into what might have been genuine amusement. "interesting. very interesting." he stood abruptly. "kurogiri!"

a swirling mass of dark mist materialized from an adjoining room, gradually forming into a humanoid shape with bright yellow eyes. "yes, shigaraki tomura?"

"bring drinks. it seems we're having a welcome party." shigaraki reclined back into the couch, replacing the hand on his face. "after all, it's not every day dabi decides to share his toys."

——

the next hour passed in a blur of introductions and increasingly personal questions, primarily from toga, who had decided you were her new favorite person after learning you had access to blood bags at the hospital. dabi remained close by your side, his body heat more pronounced than usual – a sign of his heightened alertness that you'd learned to recognize.

"so how did you two meet?" mr. compress asked during a lull in conversation, swirling amber liquid in a crystal glass. "i imagine it's quite the tale."

before you could answer, dabi cut in. "it doesn't matter."

"oh come on!" toga whined, bouncing in her seat. "was it romantic? did he save you from something? or—oh! did you save him? that would be so cute!"

you exchanged a glance with dabi, silently asking permission. when he gave an almost imperceptible nod, you turned back to the group.

"i found him bleeding out in my apartment about six months ago," you said simply. "he'd broken in to hide from some pro heroes after a job went sideways."

"and you didn't call the police?" magne asked skeptically.

you shrugged. "i took an oath to help people in need. he qualified."

"she's lying!" twice shouted, before immediately contradicting himself. "so noble! a true angel of mercy!"

"then what?" toga pressed eagerly. "did you fall in love while nursing him back to health? was it like those romance movies where—"

"no," dabi interrupted flatly. "i threatened to burn her apartment down if she told anyone. then i left when i could walk again."

"but he came back a week later," you added with a small smile. "said he needed his stitches checked."

mr. compress chuckled knowingly. "ah, the old 'medical follow-up' excuse. a classic."

"they didn't need checking," you continued, ignoring dabi's warning glance. "i did excellent work the first time. but i let him in anyway."

"and then you fell in love!" toga clasped her hands together dreamily.

"and then we came to an arrangement," dabi corrected. "medical assistance when needed, in exchange for protection."

you bit back a smile at his clinical description of what had actually been a far more complicated evolution from reluctant patient and caregiver to something neither of you had anticipated. those early days had been a delicate dance of mistrust and curiosity, punctuated by late-night conversations that gradually revealed the man beneath the villain's facade.

"protection from what?" kurogiri inquired, his misty form shifting slightly.

you hesitated, and dabi answered for you. "her ex. pro hero in training with a strengthening quirk and anger issues." his tone was casual, but you didn't miss the dangerous edge to it. "not an issue anymore."

shigaraki, who had been quietly observing, leaned forward. "you took care of a hero for her?" there was undisguised interest in his voice now. "how… uncharacteristically chivalrous."

"i didn't kill him," dabi clarified, though his expression suggested he'd considered it. "just made sure he understood some boundaries. permanently."

the look shigaraki gave you now was reassessing, as if seeing you in a new light. "so you're not just tolerating our lifestyle. you've benefited from it."

you met his gaze steadily. "i don't agree with everything the league does, and dabi knows that. but yes, i understand the system isn't as just as it pretends to be." you thought about the numerous patients you'd treated – civilian casualties of hero-villain conflicts, people whose homes and livelihoods had been destroyed in the crossfire of spectacular battles that made headlines and boosted hero rankings. "sometimes, what's legal isn't what's right."

an approving murmur rippled through the room, and even spinner seemed less hostile.

"well said," mr. compress raised his glass in your direction. "to our newest… sympathizer."

"to fresh blood!" toga giggled.

"to infiltrators and spies!" twice declared, before slapping himself again. "to new friends!"

as the impromptu toast continued, dabi's hand found yours beneath the table, his thumb tracing slow circles against your palm – his private way of saying "thank you" without words. the tension that had been coiled in his shoulders since you arrived had finally begun to ease.

——

hours later, the gathering had evolved into something resembling normalcy – if anything involving the league of villains could be called normal. twice and toga were engaged in a heated mario kart battle, with mr. compress offering theatrical commentary. spinner had disappeared to another room, while kurogiri methodically cleaned glasses behind a small bar setup. shigaraki had retreated to a corner with his handheld gaming console, though you occasionally caught him watching you over the screen.

"come on," dabi murmured against your ear. "i'll show you the rest of this dump."

you followed him down a narrow hallway lined with doors. "this is where we crash when we need to lie low," he explained, gesturing vaguely. "nothing fancy."

"which one is yours?" you asked.

he stopped at the end of the corridor, pushing open a door to reveal a spartanly furnished room – just a bed, a desk with a lamp, and a worn armchair by the window. the walls were bare except for what appeared to be newspaper clippings pinned haphazardly near the desk.

"home sweet home," he said sarcastically, but you didn't miss the slight hesitation as he let you enter his private space – a threshold few, if any, had ever crossed.

you stepped inside, immediately drawn to the clippings. most were articles about hero endeavor's accomplishments, with certain phrases aggressively circled in red. a few showed grainy surveillance photos of a white-haired teen with a distinctive red scar.

"todoroki shouto," you said softly, recognizing the ua student from news coverage of the sports festival and subsequent villain attacks. you'd pieced together enough from dabi's rare, cryptic comments about his past to suspect a connection, but he'd never confirmed your theories.

dabi moved to stand beside you, his gaze fixed on the photos. "some mysteries for another time," he said quietly. "not tonight."

you nodded, respecting his boundaries. turning away from the wall, you took in the rest of the sparse room. "it's very… you."

"meaning?"

"minimalist. practical." you smiled. "no unnecessary attachments."

he made a noncommittal sound, watching as you sat on the edge of his bed. the mattress was surprisingly comfortable.

"so," you ventured after a moment, "did i pass the test?"

dabi leaned against the desk, arms crossed. in the dim light of the single lamp, the contrast between his scarred purple skin and the untouched portions was stark yet beautiful in its own haunting way.

"there was no test."

"yes, there was," you countered gently. "you were watching everyone's reactions. measuring their threat levels."

a faint smile tugged at his lips. "perceptive as always." he pushed off from the desk and came to sit beside you, the mattress dipping under his weight. "they didn't hate you, if that's what you're asking."

"high praise from the league of villains," you teased, leaning against his shoulder.

"toga's already planning sleepovers, god help us." there was exasperation in his voice, but also something lighter – relief, perhaps, that two separate parts of his complicated existence could coexist without catastrophe.

you turned to face him properly. "thank you. for trusting me enough to bring me here."

his scarred hand came up to cup your cheek, surprisingly gentle for someone who could create infernos with a thought. "don't make me regret it."

"never," you promised, leaning into his touch.

for a long moment, he simply looked at you, as if memorizing your features or perhaps still marveling that you were here at all – in this hidden corner of his dangerous world, unafraid and unwavering. then he closed the distance between you, his lips finding yours in a kiss that started gentle but quickly deepened with an intensity that made your head spin.

when you finally broke apart, slightly breathless, he pressed his forehead against yours. "we should get back before toga comes looking. she has no concept of privacy."

you nodded reluctantly, knowing he was right but unwilling to break the moment just yet. "five more minutes?"

his rare, genuine smile was answer enough as he pulled you closer, his arms encircling you in a warmth that had nothing to do with his quirk. in this stolen moment, in this unlikely sanctuary nestled within a villain hideout, you found yourself thinking that sometimes, the most dangerous choices led to the most unexpected forms of peace.

"five minutes," he agreed, his deep voice rumbling against your ear. "then back to the circus."

you smiled against his chest, knowing that while the path ahead would never be easy, tonight had been a significant step forward. you'd been accepted – cautiously, conditionally perhaps – but accepted nonetheless into this strange, dangerous family that dabi had found for himself.

and that, for now, was enough.

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[grenadehearts]

between cold soba and back alley kisses.

synopsis: somewhere between the ding of a cash register, premade soba, a lingering headache, and the smell of bleach—you meet japan’s most wanted. on your shift.

authors note: first touya x reader fic, pls he's so loser bf!! fluff so much fluff sorta soft touya?? word count 1.6k, masterlist link here.

You were a cashier at a run-down grocery store, doing anything you could to make ends meet. The place smelled like bleach and expired meat half the time, and the lights above your register flickered like they were possessed. Nothing really surprised you anymore—You were used to the peculiar customers who wandered in the daily—drifters, the half-sober, the too-loud, the too-quiet. But what did catch you off guard was him.

Japan’s most wanted standing in aisle three, in the saddest excuse of a disguise you’d ever seen—black hoodie pulled too low, black jeans, scuffed sneakers, and sunglasses like that would actually do something. He moved like he had all the time in the world, drifting through the aisles, staring at the premade noodle section like it held the answers to his sins. Ramen, udon, soba. He grabbed a few packs of cold soba—enough for more than just one person—and then made his way to your register.

He didn’t say anything at first. Just plopped the stuff down with a bit more force than necessary. The silence felt loaded. Strained. Your gut twisted a little. You weren’t a pro at this kind of thing, but something screamed at you—that’s him. Dabi. Or well… Touya Todoroki. Endeavor’s kid. The same guy who took over every screen in the country a few weeks back, spilling his father’s sins like gasoline and lighting it on fire.

Truthfully, you didn’t care much for Endeavor. Never did.

You started scanning the items, eyes flicking up just in time to see him reach into his pocket. He pulled out a crumpled wad of cash mixed with loose change. As he fumbled, the sunglasses slipped from his face and clattered to the floor.

Before you could stop yourself, you were moving—around the register, heart in your throat, hand shooting out to retrieve the flimsy black shades. You straightened slowly, back brushing against the edge of the checkout counter, one hand gripping it for support, the other extending the sunglasses to him.

And that’s when he looked up.

White strands of hair fell loose from under his hood, the black dye fading at the ends. His eyes met yours—glacial blue, clear and sharp enough to slice glass. The same eyes you’d watched staring into the nation’s soul, unflinching, as he exposed the man everyone thought was a hero.

You froze. You knew without a doubt. This was Touya Todoroki.

He took the glasses from your hand, fingertips brushing yours. Then his gaze flicked down to your name tag. His voice, low and rough like smoke and gravel rasped, “Thanks, y/n.”

Your breath hitched.

You turned back quickly, grabbing the soba and bagging it in a blur. “Here,” you muttered. “Just take it. It’s on me.”

He raised a brow. “What makes you think I deserve that?”

You hesitated, looking around. “I don’t know. Just… I think you do.”

He clicked his tongue, rocking back on his heels. Then, quieter, “I know you know who I am.”

Your posture stiffened. “No,” you said too fast, too defensively. “You’re just a customer.”

“Sure,” he said through gritted teeth, amused and bitter. “Sure you’re not scared of me.”

You swallowed. “I’m not scared.”

“And how do you know I know who you are?”

He laughed—harsh, cracked, like a smoker too far gone. “Just knew. Saw it in your body language the second I walked up.”

You glanced away. “Look… I don’t care who you are. I was just trying to help.”

He didn’t respond. Just nodded, muttered, “Alright,”

And just like that, he was gone. But not before slipping something into your pocket.

Later, you reached in. Money. He paid.

He started showing up more often after that. You’d see him on the news before your shift, then in the aisles an hour later. And now, even after your shifts, you found him behind the building, near the old crates and dumpsters, thirty feet from where anyone could see.

Tonight, he was lighting a cigarette with a flick of his blue flames. The smoke curled and drifted toward you as you walked up, making you cough.

His head tilted. “Been waitin’ on ya,” he muttered. Then he held the cigarette out. “Want a drag?”

You gave him a look. “You know I don’t smoke.”

He grinned, all teeth. “Thought maybe I could corrupt you.”

You arched a brow. “Haven’t you already?”

His expression shifted. Then, before you could say anything else, he leaned in—kissed you.

It was the first time he ever kissed you.

Messy. Harsh. Smoke and spit and something desperate.

You almost fell back, knees weak, but he caught you. Dragged you down to the ground with him, lips never parting. It was the first time he kissed you. And maybe it was wrong, maybe it was dangerous, but you didn’t care. Not when it was him. Not when you saw past the villain—saw the boy who never got held, only hurt. A boy broken by the hands of a man everyone called a hero.

That was enough to make anyone snap.

And now, here you were, on your knees, his mouth pressed to yours like he was trying to take something from you—maybe comfort, maybe forgiveness, maybe just the illusion of something soft in a world that wasn’t.

And with every encounter—every soba purchase, every lingering glance, every half-joke hiding real pain—you knew your first instinct had been right.

You were falling for Touya.

You still called him Dabi. You didn’t think he was ready for anything else. Most of what he said was sarcastic anyway—a shield made of sharp words and mockery. It was easier to joke about tragedy than confront it.

Finally, he pulled back. Breath ragged. Eyes lowered.

“Now I have,” he muttered, voice barely above a whisper.

And that’s how you started dating Japan’s most wanted. Except, to you, he wasn’t “wanted.” Not evil. Just a man. Just him—the man you loved. Not the headlines. Not the scars. Just someone hurt, and hurting, and trying.

As the days dragged on, so did the back-alley grocery store dates—shadows and neon signs, muddy combat boots and scuffed sneakers brushing under dim light. Those nights bled into mornings spent sprawled across your bed in your too-cozy apartment.

He's there now. Face buried in the warm space where your chest melts into your stomach. His boots—caked in mud and ash and whatever else followed him home—lay abandoned by the door, one toppled over, the other still upright like it couldn’t decide whether it was staying or leaving.

Your flower-shaped lamp glows golden in the corner, petals casting soft shapes across the walls. Sunlight peeks in through slatted blinds, slicing stripes across his exposed skin, from his loose white shirt slipping off his shoulder. His jacket's somewhere—maybe draped over your kitchen chair, maybe forgotten in the hallway.

The TV hums with some idle sitcom, volume low. Just white noise to quiet the thoughts inside his head.

He’s bathed in that rose-pink glow, strands of white hair falling messy across your skin, tickling you when he shifts. He smells like smoke and faint lavender, like the detergent you use and the night air you kissed into his hoodie when he left last. He looks beautiful like this. Soft. Free.

But you know he’s not. You know he won’t be—not until he ends the war with his father, the one he’s fought for years in silence and screams. But you pretend. And maybe, in some small aching way, so does he.

He shifts again, lazily, one hand sliding beneath your shirt, fingertips grazing your skin—that warmth grounds him, makes his heart remember how to beat whole.

Then he looks up. Blue irises like shattered glass and sea glass and sky all tangled in one glance. He blinks slowly, like he’s surfacing from a dream. But there’s a weight behind his gaze. You feel it before he speaks. Something's been gnawing at him—clawing inside his chest, waiting for the quiet to be spilled into.

He only ever bares it like this: nose tucked into your stomach. Cheek resting against your softness. Voice hushed, truths spilling in murmurs, never louder than your breath.

He’s told you everything this way. How he got here. What he plans to do. How the man who made him never truly fathered him. How the name everyone fears was never his choice. You know his real name. Though he’s never given you permission to use it. Not yet.

It’s sacred. A wound. A reminder.

But now, he stirs, something unfamiliar tightening in his shoulders—he’s nervous. This man—this villain who burns cities, who bathes in blood and rage—he’s nervous. And somehow, it’s the most endearing thing you’ve ever seen.

“Y/n…” His voice is quiet, rasping into your skin, a vibration more than a sound.

You hum, hand threading through his icy locks, gentle.

“Want you to call me Touya.”

You still. Eyes blinking open, lips parted but frozen. “I… I thought— I mean, isn’t that—doesn’t it hurt to hear that name?”

He moves before you finish. Rising over you now, shifting until one leg slots between your thighs, the other bracing beside you. You’re caged in, breath caught.

He’s staring. Blue eyes boring into your soul like they’ll find their place and stay there.

“No,” he says simply, but the word is heavy.

He leans in, pressing into the crook of your neck—his favorite place to hide when the world gets too loud.

“Not when it comes to you,” he murmurs, softer now. “Wanna hear you say it. If you say it, then it’s not tied to them. It’s just… me.” He pauses. Breath hitches. “If the girl I love says it… then I won’t hate it anymore.”

Touya is all bite and burn in the daylight—sarcastic kisses and half-truths wrapped in smoke. But here—when he's wrapped in you, pressed skin to skin—he lets it all fall away.

Here, he bares his teeth—rotten and real and trembling.

And you love him like this too.

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[verisette]

・IN WHICH THEY WERE ROOMMATES

content warnings: fem!reader. mild language. implied sexual tension. suggestiveness. no quirk au.

・燈夜 — ❪ TOUYA TODOROKI ❫

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[paniniani]

touya walking in on you

an: nsfw, female reader (female anatomy), toyua x reader, use of toys, edging, teasing, dabi is mean but what else is new

closing your eyes, you continue to gently trace your vibrator between your thighs, getting closer and closer to-

a resounding knock at the door causes your heart to jump out of your chest, you frantically push the button and shove the toy under your pillow, quickly zipping up your shorts as your bedroom door creaks open.

"the fuck got you all freaked out?" dabi rasps as he walks into your room like its his own. you've been close friends for a while now, and you completely forgot that he asked to come over today. you attempt to adjust your tank top as he settles onto your bed, still giving you a suspicious look.

"just didn't hear you is all. wanna smash?" his eyes widened in shock, giving you a crazy look until you elaborate. "OH i meant super smash. playing super smash bros. sorry." he sighed inexplicably loud as his jaw re-joined his face from the floor. "fucking freak" he shoots back, but you can see a faint smile at the expense your embarrassment. leaning back onto your bed, an odd look crosses his face.

"forgot the switch remote in your covers or somethin?" before you can comprehend what he says, he tosses your pillow aside in search of the console to see-

your pink vibrator, barely still turned on but buzzing away under the pillow.

frozen in fear, you slowly turn your head to him. excuses and explanations start to swirl into your brain, but they all vanish when you notice the giant smirk that creeps across his face. before you can react, he grabs the toy and inspects it.

"now what's this hm?" your mouth falls open but no words come out. "look at you, dirty girl playing with herself and pretending to be all innocent." he pushes you onto your back, one scarred hand stroking your jawline. "so desperate, already soaked through your shorts yeah? couldn't even wait for me to get here?"

"d-dabi" you choke out, upset. "m- so sorry, didn't mean for you to- im so gross, so sorr-"

"you shut the fuck up. you've been teasing me for so fucking long, wearing those stupid tiny fucking shorts, brushing up against me when we play games, trying to see if i'd give into you huh? you wanna see what happens when you toy around with me?" turning up the vibrator, he spread your legs apart with one muscular forearm, unzipping your shorts and pulling them off your body.

"this whole fuckin time i'm feeling like an asshole for wanting you so bad. you got no fucking clue how many times i've had to jerk off to your stupid fucking voice while we're on call?"

a groan escapes your throat at his confession, and you try to squeeze your thighs together to get some relief.

"nah. you're gonna fuckin-" he presses the toy to the apex of your clit, no warning, making you cry out. "take it." your eyes roll back in pleasure, desperately bucking your hips up into his hand. "dabi, d-didn't know i promise" you whined as he continued his assault on your pussy. "don't even start. i can play dirty too."

in a swift movement, he rips your underwear and tank top off, admiring the way your tits bounce as you try to hump the toy in his hand. "needy little slut still think she's funny, trying to make me lose my fucking mind?" "n-no dabi" you manage to get out, brain beginning to muddle.

"dont fucking call me that." he spits out at you, increasing the toy to the highest setting as you writhe underneath him, getting close. "t-touya, m-gonna, m-gonna"

he pulls the toy away, laughing at your pitiful expression and tearful eyes. "mmm, i don't think so. gotta beg a little harder if you wanna squirt all over me, sweetheart. thought you had no problem doing this on your own?"

it was going to be a long night.

[karusthings]

.⋆˚࿔ b e t t e r a l o n e - t. todoroki ࿐˚⋆.

ꎫ──[ husband au ; headcanons ]

character dynamicꎫ── husband!dabi x f!reader

summaryꎫ── request! when his family discover that Touya had a family; a wife and two beautiful twins.

content warningsꎫ── hurt no comfort, angst, mention of trauma.

wordsꎫ── 664.

comissionerꎫ── anon ♡

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After all this time, after everything you've heard about them… you couldn't bear to see them. You were angry, hurt, and determined to keep them away from you and your family.

Rei would be decayed.

– The fact that her little boy had a family made her happier than you could ever imagine.

– She remembered you. You used to play with him every time he had some free time, and you were the first to witness his progress with his quirk. Rei was deeply surprised when you said "I would never take the risk of you throwing boiling water on one of my children"... A wave of sorrow washed over her, knowing for certain that she would never get to see her grandchildren.

– When you reminded her of that fateful moment, she couldn't help but understand your point of view, feeling something break inside her. So, she wrote you a letter, even though she knew it would probably never be read.

– "I hope that they grow as strong as their father."

Enji would be shocked.

– If he felt useless when he found out his son was alive, discovering that he had a family who loved him brought both relief and shock. The worst part was that he didn’t even remember you. He couldn't recall seeing you around the house, or on the street... never near Touya. That’s how distant he had been from his own son.

– The look in his eyes was tired. Because of him, his wife and children had lived difficult lives. And now? He had broken them once again.

– He wouldn’t argue with you. Instead, he would understand your decision and lower his head gently. He had changed a lot over the years.

– "I just ask you to please give them a chance. It’s only my fault."

Fuyumi would be broken.

– She was overjoyed when she found out her older brother was alive —despite the situation— and when she learned about the little twins, Fuyumi nearly fainted from happiness.

– But once you told them about your decision, she was the most affected. In her mind, she had already made countless plans with you and the children, all of them crushed beneath the weight of the past.

– She understood, of course she did. But even so, she had held onto a sliver of hope that everything could become just a painful memory, nothing more. Tears streamed down her cheeks. She had tried so hard to reunite the family, to piece together a life made of dust… but you didn’t give in.

– "I can still be their teacher, if you please let me..."

Natsu would be angry. But not at you.

– He thought his mind had finally stopped torturing him with memories of his father tearing their lives apart, but now… they were back.

– He couldn’t help but feel the urge to punch something every time he remembered that, because of Enji, Fuyumi was now crying behind the next wall, aching to meet her nephews. And he wouldn’t deny his own feelings either. His chances of being the “cool uncle” to those twins already felt lost.

– He used to take long walks, and now he couldn't help but notice the children running through the streets, imagining if this is what the twins were like.

– “He was also a little kid. This is so unfair.”

Shoto would be happy.

– Touya had never truly been part of his life, so not being included in his new family didn’t feel entirely strange. As for pushing their father away, he had done that too.

– He couldn’t deny it pained him that his mother and siblings didn’t get that same chance, and your words had been sharp, heavy with disdain, but the wounds had long since faded into scars.

– What mattered now was that, after everything his older brother had endured, he had a family. Someone who truly mattered to him, two beautiful children that will always remember him.

– "We won’t be able to share those soba noodles, but I really hope they can enjoy them as a happy family."

¡! ❞ masterlist mha.

¡! ❞ little note; I've been wanting to write for Touya for a long time, and even if I'm not completely satisfied with the result, I'm still really excited to finally respond to this request!! Again, sorry for the delay <3

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