#Soft Dabi

[baby-tini]

Imagine Dabi kidnaps you and he's actually really sweet. Besides the kidnapping, he could be actual boyfriend/husband material. Like he hasn't hurt you physically and it kind of fucks with your head a bit. He provides everything you need to live plus more. And you don't have to worry about surviving anymore. Since you were kidnapped dare you say more relaxed than ever. So, you put up with it and eventually develop Stockholm syndrome fr.

I don't think this was a request BUT I genuinely can't stop thinking about this, I love when he's so soft.

You despised him at first when he took you away, but it got better, Dabi told you it would. He told you that if you behaved that he would take care of you, treat you like a princess. Dabi truly loved you, he just wanted you to understand that and he would do anything to make you understand. It took a little while with punishments here and there but it worked. When he came home, you were there to greet him with open arms. Telling him how much you missed him, kissing him, nuzzling into his chest. Dabi could truly say, that for once in his life he truly felt happy, at peace... like he finally was enough for someone.

It felt.. nice, to be around Dabi, he was comforting in a way. Brushed your hair for you, braided it, let you sit with him on the balcony as he smoked. It was nice to just sit and talk about things with him, smelling the mid-night air as you leaned against his chest. He smelled nice, the smell of cigarettes now becoming a comfort, the sick smell of ash that had you wrinkling your nose now had you clinging to him, shoving your nose into his jacket. Dabi truly became someone of comfort for you, holding you close on cold nights. Kissing your head when the thunder sounded too loud on some nights.

You don't remember falling asleep, but then again, no one does. His side of the bed was warm though, so that had too mean he was home now, throwing the comforter off you go looking for him, and sure enough, he was out on the balcony, smoking. He truly looked ethereal, his eyes relaxed, shining a beautiful cerulean, head thrown back, dyed black hair a little tousled from scarred hands running through it. Dabi truly is a sight to behold.

Opening the sliding door, he looks up at you as you step out, closing it behind you so that bugs don't get it. He wraps an arm around you as you walk towards him, plopping down into his lap as blows the smoke away from you. "How you feeling doll, you sleep good?" There's a nod from you as you bury your face into his chest, inhaling that sweet smell of ash you've come to adore so much. The smell always makes you think of him, an automatic comfort it brings you is a stress-relief.

"How was work," you ask him softly, running your hands through his hair. He inhales through his nose before sighing, "It was fine, tiring, but fine." You can tell, he sounds exhausted, looks exhausted too. You kiss him, running your hands up and down the nape of his neck, he shudders at that, pecking your cheek. His right hand running up and down your back, drawing little patterns every now and again.

"...can I hit it," he glances at you, then looks at the cigarette, the tip burning a bright blue. He hums at you, holding it to your lips as you inhale the smoke. Holding it for a couple seconds, you blow it out away from his face. He pushes some of your hair behind you ear, mouthing at your neck. "You feel better pretty girl, hm?" His voice is always a welcome, low and deep, sounding so apathetically pretty.

"Yeah, thank you," he hums again, kissing at your collar bone as he runs a hand through your hair. He kisses your cheek before giving a couple pats to your ass, "come on, up, I'm tired doll, lets head in."

[isabeauwolf]

Dabi x reader: As you Wish (Period Comfort)

It was back.

Mother nature's curse, Aunt Flo, Jason, whatever the hell you wanna call it.

Your period had come.

Dammit.

You'd think I'd learn by now, but noooo. You sighed, covering your eyes with the back of your hand.

All of the signs were there: you was overly horny all week, then you wanted to cry out of nowhere and over the must dumbest shit, or was extremely moody and pissed off. You were so sleepy yesterday, even after oversleeping past your usual nap time and your breasts ached and were sensitive. Seriously, your nipples just barely grazing against your shirt made them tender and stiffen up, cut fucking diamonds.

All of this drama, only for your body to punish you for not being pregnant.

For the next seven days.

Seven days of hell.

To make things worse, Dabi was dropping by tonight.

Not that you weren't happy for your boyfriend to be coming over.

You loved seeing him. The thrill of a villain sneaking into your house without any of your neighbors noticing, or they didn't care as long as the couple wasn't too loud or disturbing the peace. It was great, one of the many perks to living in this neighborhood that was under the protection of the Shie Hassaikai, the yakuza. You paid your rent on time and were never late. Never asked questions and kept your head down whenever Mimic or one of Overhaul's eight bullets collected the months payment.

Of course, your period had to strike as you were about to take your early morning nap, as you rose to your feet you felt it.

The pool of blood staining your underwear and favorite pajama pants, dripping down your thighs, the uncomfortable dampness and stickiness.

The painful cramps in your abdomen hit, making you close your eyes harder, and focus on your breathing, simple breathing exorcises, deep inhale and exhale. In and out.

Who would have thought working as a nurses aid in training in a nursing home worked. All of the older woman teaching you tricks of the trade from their time as midwives or nurses at the local hospitals in their youth.

"Fuck," you cursed underneath your breath, making your way awkwardly towards your bathroom, waddling and shuffling without straining the floor. You felt gross already, yuck. Striping from your dirty and soiled, blood covered underwear and pants, throwing them into the hamper with a heated glare.

Opening your period drawer and checking on your supplies. Lips thinned into a firm line, clicking your tongue, and grumbling bitterly, "Of fucking course."

Your period supplies and stash was running low.

Damn near out of almost everything.

Groaning in frustration, you opened the drawer wider. Pulling out your period panties, placing a pad into it on top of the rest of your stack of clean clothes, you placed on the counter earlier after getting home. Bulky hoodie, check. Navy colored sweatpants, check. Pad and period underwear, check. Tank top and socks, check. Lazy girl outfit all here.

Turning on the shower head as hot as you could stand it, then removing the rest of your clothes as you waited, Need to wash these before they stain. thinking to yourself, inwardly sighing.

Hoping onto the shower, frowning as the water, blood and blood clots went down the drain. The heavy smell of blood and iron hit your nose making you wrinkle your nose in disgust. Closing your eyes once more, letting the warm water hit your now aching lower back as a thought came to mind. I need to tell him.

It's not the first time he's come over while you were on your period, and hopefully not the last. It's funny. You'd think that having a villain for a boyfriend, he would be a major asshole most of the time. He kept surprising you, awkwardly being kind and sweet. He grew up with a mother who birthed his dickhead of a father four kids and he had a younger sister, of course, he knows about women having their periods.

Chuckling, washing all of the iciness away with your favorite shampoo and body wash, rinsing and turning the water off.

Stepping out of the shower. Feeling like a drowned rat, slowly and still soaking wet, hesitantly and quickly, stepping down on the green furry rug, shoving your new underwear with a pad over your hips, then grabbed a blue towel, drying the rest of your body while checking to make sure bloody drops weren't running down your legs.

Sniffing and frowning, you finished getting dressed, grabbing the bottle of midol and shoved it into the front pocket of your hoodie, opening the bathroom door wearing a separate towel on your head, and walking back towards the living room. Retracing yours steps, eyes glued to the floor, thank god, there was no mess.

Standing in front of your favorite chair, opening the matching ottoman beside it, placed down a hidden pillow and red towel down as you sat back down, reaching for your favorite large fluffy blanket and phone.

Swiping your thumb over the screen, finger hovering over the message button, pushing it and waiting for it to load, then pressed Dabi's name, "alleycat" - he still snickered at the fucked up nickname you picked for him in case any dumbass tried to steal your smartphone.

"What?" You replied, giggling. "I can't put your villain name, or blue flame. That's amateur bullshit, 101." Rolling your eyes and snickered, adding, "Besides it's true, isn't it?" You teased lightly, "You are my chill and lazy alleycat." You reached over and lightly caressed and pet the top of his soft raven locks through yours fingers.

Dabi rolled his eyes, a light grin on his scarred lips. "Whatever works for you, princess."

A small smile graced your lips.

You: I'm on my cycle again, yay..... not. -_- If it's not too much trouble do you mind picking up some supplies for me?

He replied immediately.

Alleycat: Yeah, whatcha need? Send pics, I'm already at the store getting snacks anyways.

Your smile widened, you were lucky to have such an understanding boyfriend.

You: Thanks, babe~ U R the best! ;) See you soon and be safe.

Scrolling through your camera roll at the last time you forgot to write down your period shopping list, you sent them to him: pads, midol and chocolate.

Your good mood soured as another wave of cramps hit, forcing you to suck in a hissed breath. Closing yours eyes once more, trying to blink away tears spilling from the corner of your eyes, rubbing them away, burying yourself deeper into the chair, turning and laying your head against your arms, phone in your lap and spacing out.

You passed out in a matter on seconds it.

Or at least, that's what it felt like.

Your door bell ranged twice, letting you know that he was here.

Blinking and rubbing your eyes, groaning and yawning.

I don't wanna get up. You thought, blinking as a wave of tiredness and an incoming headache coming on. "I'm coming," you raised your voice slightly, licking your dry lips and rubbing the ball of your hand across your temple. The bell rang again, he must not have heard you, trying again, "hang on, hold your horses," rising once more from your comfy nest, "impatient, kitty, I swear," dragging the blanket along, unlocking it and opening the door.

As soon as you saw your villainous boyfriend, his sexy deep, heavily lidded ocean blues. Something in your overly hormonal brain flipped, like a switch: to overly painful cramps to overly horny, your drowsy eyes widened and your breath hitched. This isn't fucking fair! Down in between your legs, your traitorous clit ached, throbbed hard and painful.

Why the fuck can't your body make up its damned mind?!

Dabi leaned against the threshold of your doorjam. He titled his head, a playful smirk on his scarred face. "Special delivery." Hold two large grocery bags in his hand. "Your butt napkins and sugary snacks, my lady."

You should be pissed off, but instead a giggle slips past your lips. "My dark knight to the rescue." Rolling your eyes, opening the door wider and letting him in. "Take-out's on the way. I hope you don't mind Chinese." You mentally recomposed yourself as your cheeks heated and body grew more flushed and overly excited, "I don't feel like cooking tonight."

He walked in and waved, slipping off his boots, "Yeah, that's fine."

You watched him as you closed the door.

Dabi placed the snacks down on the coffee table. "Might have went overboard. Whatever we don't eat tonight, you can eat whenever." He shoved his hands into his pockets, watching and observing, then slowly, shrugging off his coat and lazily laying it on the side of the armrest of the couch, and beside his spot for easy access whenever he wanted his smokes.

"You didn't have to, you know." You smiled sheepishly, pulling the bottle of midol out from the pocket of your hoodie, opening it and popping two of the white and blue pills into your mouth as he opened a bottle of your favorite soda, sipping it and swallowing it down. "Thanks."

"Hush and let me spoil you a bit, yeah?" He replies, lightly pulling you into his warm chest, knowing you would enjoy the comfort of his body heat against your body. He loved whenever you were super clingy, it didn't bother him. Must be the touched-starved part of him that craved affection and attention he was denied growing up, he never said it, but somehow you knew, and you couldn't say no to him.

Closing your eyes and smiling, nuzzling into his chest and sighing in content, hugging him. "I've missed this, I've missed you," you admitted, enjoying and indulging both him and yourself.

This was nice. You needed this, your sweet and caring boyfriend.

Dabi smirking, lightly rubbing your back, and lazily trailing his hands down to your hips, and cooed gently into her neck. "Ah, my poor little ketchup packet."

And there was the asshole part of him, you didn't like that.

Mother always said every man is an asshole. Your boyfriend was no different.

Leaning away from him and gawking. "You are supposed to comfort your girlfriend, not be an asshole, jackass." Smacking his arm with tears prickling the corner of your eyes. It's stupid. You knew he was joking to try and make you laugh, but instead he had done the opposite.

Dabi's eyes widened. "Shit, sorry, m'sorry," he pulled you into a hug, holding you against him again. Resting his head against the top of your head as you buried your face into the his chest. "Please, don't cry." His voice was soft and genuine. "You know, if I didn't tease ya a little bit, then you'd think I was mad at ya."

You sniffed and muttered a soft and quiet, "I know, baby, I know." Nuzzling more into his chest, inhaling his cologne and the smell of smoke from both his flames and nicotine.

"What crappy, cheesy, romance movie do you wanna watch tonight?" He asks, picking you up, making you squeal cutely and giggle, swinging you around like a princess before plopping down on the couch and laying you sideways in his lap. He tilts your chin up, meeting his gaze as his thumb wipes your tears away. "What does my princess want?"

You hummed in though, smiling as the perfect movie came to mind. "How about The Princess Bride?"

Rising an eyebrow in amusement, "Again?"

You laughed, "C'mon you know you love it whenever Wesley beats Prince Humperdick and steals Buttercup away on their wedding night."

"Yeah, that spoiled dickhead deserved it." he agreed, smirking and nodding. "Alright, alright," He winked and kissing the top of your head. "As you wish."

Smiling you put on The Princess Bride, nibbling on some chocolate to hold you until food arrived. It didn't matter, if it was the first time or the thousand time, this movie never got old for you. A true childhood classic.

When Princess Buttercup and Wesley were entering the Fire Swamp, the food arrived as Dabi was reaching for a bag of chips.

"Perfect timing." You muttered, slipping more of your soda and paused the movie, "Gotta go to the bathroom."

"I got it, babe." He gave a small smile.

You stood up and winced, the ache in your lower back and hips were back as you slowly made your way into the bathroom, "I'll be right back, ouch."

Dabi's smile dropped, standing, walking towards the door and opened it, and looked completely bored at the young kid, holding there take-out, grabbing it and muttered, "thanks" as he lightly slammed the door in their shocked and scared face. "Punk ass," he grumbled underneath his breath, peaking into the bags, his scowl curled upward as he saw his favorite meal sitting on top.

Seriously, you spoiled him. How he was lucky enough, a bastard like him got a great girl like you he never knew, and didn't bother asking.

Grabbing some napkins from the kitchen he placed the takeout spread out onto the coffee table: dumplings, fried rice, chicken on a stick, chicken lo mein with extra chicken(his favorite), and donuts.

You came back, watching as he set everything up all nice and neatly. "Think we can eat it all?"

He turned his head, smiling smugly, "Hell yeah, we can. It's gonna get messy cuz I'm hungry."

You blinked and sat down. "Did you not eat again before you came over?"

He shrugged his shoulders, pulling you into his side. "I'm fine. We've got food, you've taken your magic pain away pills. Now, let's eat. I'm starving." Dabi hit play on the tv, then handed you a plate and chopsticks without looking away.

Complain all he wants, but you are certain that he loves this movie just as much. What's there not to like? Revenge, fighting, true love and miracles.

By the time, the movie was almost over most of the food and snacks were eaten, and what was left Dabi was sweet enough to put everything away and wash the dishes.

Of course, you cried when Prince Humperdinck pulled a jealous dick move and had the machine suck 50 years of Wesley's life away, the actors anguish cry of pain had you choked up and in tears. As Dabi pulled you into his side, pouting as he offered you comfort.

When the movie was over, both of you were quiet.

Dabi spoke first. This question had been on his mind, the whole time.

"Why do you love this movie so much?" he asks, watching the credits roll and listening to the song playing at the end, but its was just background noise. "It makes you cry every time and yet, you still watch it over and over again."

"I watched it plenty of times with my mom growing up." You said smiling, pressing into his side with your head underneath his chin. "No matter how many times, we would both laugh and cry together. I miss her and this movie like many of her favorites brings me a strange form of comfort." Blinking back more tears, you straighten and face him. "I know you haven't had the best life at home, but know that no matter... what happens you will always be my home, and I hope that I am yours, Touya."

"Of course, you are, Y/n." He whispered, cupping your face. His touch and eyes were gentle, warm and you trusted him completely. "You are my light in this fucked up world." Dabi swallows the lump in his throat as he tries to calm his breathing, bloody tears prickling his eyes, and falling. "You see the man behind the burns and the scars, a broken and insane bastard who loves you. Would burn the fucking world for you. I love you, my princess." He pulls you into a slow and tender kiss which you kiss back, holding him against you and crawling into his lap, and straddling his waist.

Panting you break the kiss first. A breathless string of giggles slips between your kiss swollen lips. "Come on, let's go to bed, my dark prince."

Dabi sniff and laughed, grinning. His turquoise gaze bright in the dark room and the moonlight. "As you wish, princess buttercup." He picks you up again into his arms, a soft smirk appearing on his red tears streaked, burned, and stapled face.

You laugh, wrapping your arms tighter around his neck. "Whatever am I going to do with you? My dark prince? More like a bratty king."

"Yes, as you are my Queen." He whispers into your ear and gently places you onto the bed with care, stealing your lips again. "Your King of hell will take no refusal, my love." He purrs, lightly nipping into the crook of your neck as you squirm against him and cackle.

"Alright, alright, you win, dammit." You pant in between fits of giggles, lightly trying to shove him away. "You Mister need to wash your face before you stain my sheets." You give a light glare, watching as Dabi pulls back, dramatically grabbing his chest.

"My Queen Buttercup, you wound me so deeply." He gasps, raising an eyebrow and smirking. "Such a heartless woman I have for a lover."

"Oh, go on you big baby, shoo, shoo," You wave him away, getting up and heading towards the bathroom, feeling his gaze on you as he follows close behind. "Besides you need to brush yours teeth."

"I'm going, I'm following." He chuckled, pulling his white shirt over his head and dropping it into the laundry basket beside yours and the rest of his clothes follow. He doesn't care that he's walking around buck naked in your place, he's confident and has no shame. Finding a pair of black sweatpants in your hall closet and puts them on, tying the drawstring around his waist, then heads back into the bathroom, washing his face and brushing his teeth with your toothpaste.

Dabi turns the lights off in the house as he makes his way back into your bedroom, where you are already in bed, and waiting for him. "The castle is safe and your king is tired."

You snicker and pat the space beside you. "Well come on, King Touya. It's rude to keep a maiden waiting."

Without a word, he turns the light off, slowly stalking his way towards the bed and on his side. Dabi's strong hands pulled your body closer, your back against his chest, he rested an hand on your lower abdomen caressing it. "It's getting colder at night, let me help warm you up." He whispers into your ear, purring and his voice growing low and husky, dripping with dark promise. "I'll behave tonight, but no mercy tomorrow, baby."

Your breath hitches and you gasp, when he trails his over hand underneath your shirt, caressing the skin and travels upwards, lightly cupping your swollen and sensitive breast. "Touya, you horn dog. Cheater." You moan and pant as you pull him into a kiss.

He smirks against your lips, chuckling. "I am behaving, honest. I've been a good boy all night," Dabi pulls his hand away as if he did nothing, and placed it behind his head underneath the pillow. "This is my reward for pampering you all day." The heat of his body hitting your lower back, leaving his other hand over your abdomen, heating up and drawing patterns with his fingers.

Calming your breathing, shifting onto your side, you close your eyes, reaching behind you, finding his free hand and squeezed it lightly, whispering. "Thank you. Good night, Touya." Sighing in content and falling asleep.

He hummed, watching as the discomfort disappeared from his girlfriends usually happy and cheerful face. He wished he could do more to help. If he needed to use his quirk to help ease his baby's suffering, then he'd do it.

For once, he was happy to be cursed with his fathers quirk. Only during times like this was he genuinely happy, holding his lover in his arms, all his, no one else's.

He decided that in the morning, he would make a light breakfast knowing that chocolate pancakes and hot chocolate always made you smile.

Scooting closer, tangling their legs together and pulling the blanket over them, he laid back down and closed his eyes. Listening to the steady breathing and light snores below him as a small smile curled against his scarred lips, kissing the top of yours head, and whispered, "Feel better soon, baby."

He fell asleep.

He didn't care, if no one in the else in the world loved him, or hated him. As long as he had you, his baby, his whole world.... his reason for living, he could live with himself, with these scars, burns and broken body.

A little period blood wasn't going to keep him away.

Not now, not ever.

Even while moody, pissy, tired and grumpy, you were still the most beautiful.

You were their for his bad days, so why shouldn't he be there for yours?

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I did it! Took a minute, since I'm not used to writing in canon x reader, so please excuse the cringe! ^^

To all my fellow period buddies experiencing there cycles with me or after me! I made this for you! Wanted to spoil my peeps! I hope it showed?

Love ya'll! Plus, I wanted to throw in more Dabi fluff! He would be the sweet, but still teasing boyfriend, well, in my eyes anyways ;)

[thatlotuscookie]

Hi! Could you write a BNHA Dabi x Female Reader? Something short and simple where Dabi comes home after a mission, all burnt out and exhausted, and the reader helps him unwind, taking care of his burns and just giving him a bit of comfort. I'd love to see that softer side of him! Thank you!

✧･ﾟ: a/n : thank you for the request, anon! this is totally how Dabi would act after a tough mission. It’s always satisfying to see him drop that hard exterior just a little bit when he’s around someone he trusts. hope you guys enjoy this one!

✧ Title: ✧ Worn Down ✧ ✧ Characters: Dabi x Female Reader ✧ Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Light Angst ✧ Rating: T ✧ Summary: Dabi comes home from a brutal mission, exhaustion weighing him down like never before. You try to get him to take it easy, offering the care and softness he never admits he needs. He doesn’t have to pretend with you. ✧ Content Warnings: Mentions of overexertion, exhaustion, caretaking, mild vulnerability, !soft Dabi ✧ WC: 784 words // 4307 chars

The door creaked open, and the sound of heavy, sluggish footsteps filled the quiet apartment. You looked up from the book you were reading, seeing Dabi step inside, his silhouette outlined by the dim light of the hallway.

But as he made his way into the room, you couldn’t help but notice how worn-out he looked. His usual swagger was replaced by slow, uneven movements, his shoulders slumped under the weight of exhaustion. The mission must have been brutal.

Dabi didn’t say a word as he dropped onto the couch beside you, his head falling back against the cushion, eyes closed in clear frustration. His chest rose and fell with deep, ragged breaths as if every inhale took more effort than the last.

"Dabi…" you murmured, worry threading through your voice as you reached out to gently touch his arm. His body tensed under your fingers, but he didn’t pull away, didn’t brush you off like he usually did. That alone told you how drained he really was.

"I'm fine," he grunted, though the tightness in his jaw betrayed him. It was the same line he always threw out when he didn’t want to admit he was hurting. But you knew him well enough by now to see through it.

"You don’t look fine," you said softly, sitting up straighter as you studied him. His skin was slick with sweat, and his muscles were still trembling slightly, likely from the strain of overusing his quirk. Even someone like him, with all his power, had limits.

Dabi huffed, his lips pulling into a weak, half-hearted smirk. "Overdid it, that’s all."

You frowned, your hand moving to gently rub his back. "You always overdo it."

He didn’t respond to that, just let out a long, tired exhale as he leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees as he buried his face in his hands. His usual cocky exterior had cracked, leaving behind the raw, vulnerable man underneath—the one who pushed himself too hard, too often, just to prove a point to a world that had already turned its back on him.

Wordlessly, you stood up and disappeared into the kitchen, grabbing a cold bottle of water from the fridge. When you returned, you handed it to him, and he took it without a word, the faintest hint of gratitude flickering in his tired eyes.

"You need to take it easy sometimes," you whispered, sitting down beside him again, your hand resting on his thigh. "You can’t keep going like this."

Dabi unscrewed the cap and took a long drink, his throat working as he swallowed. For a moment, he didn’t say anything, just stared down at the bottle in his hand as if it held all the answers he was too stubborn to ask for.

"I’ve got things to do," he muttered after a beat, though there was no real fire in his voice. He was too tired to fight you on this.

"You’ve done enough for one night," you replied gently, your thumb brushing soothing circles on his leg. "Let me take care of you for once."

Dabi snorted, but there was no edge to it. His hand came up to rub the back of his neck, the tension in his shoulders still painfully obvious. "You’re too soft for this life," he said, though the words lacked their usual bite.

You just smiled softly, knowing it was his way of deflecting. “Maybe. But you need someone to be soft for you.”

He let out a long, frustrated sigh but didn’t protest when you shifted closer, your hand moving to his hair, gently combing through the dark strands. It was something that always seemed to calm him, though he’d never admit it.

For a while, the two of you sat in comfortable silence, your fingers trailing through his hair as he leaned back against the couch, finally letting his body relax. His breathing slowed, and for the first time that night, he looked almost peaceful—like the weight of everything he carried had finally lightened, if only for a little while.

“You’re gonna spoil me if you keep this up,” he muttered, his voice low and rough from exhaustion.

You chuckled softly, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to his temple. “You deserve to be spoiled a little.”

For a moment, Dabi didn’t respond, but as the silence stretched between you, you noticed the way his body sagged further into the couch, his defenses crumbling just a little more. He let his head fall against your shoulder, and though he didn’t say it out loud, you could feel the unspoken gratitude in the way he leaned into your touch.

He didn’t have to pretend with you.

[star-spirit-mayhem]

Waking up with Dabi in between your legs. Your pajama bottoms long discarded on the bedroom floor and the only thing worth focusing on is a warm pleasure that gently coxes you into consciousness as Dabi slowly tongue fucks your pretty hole. He's watching you closely as your eyes blink open and your hand reaches for his hair, pulling a downright sinful moan outta him.

"Pretty little pet, So eager for me. Just relax and let me take care of you doll, wanna make you fall apart around my mouth before we gotta get up for the day- make sure you're walkin' funny so everyone knows how good I make you feel" he sounds so breathless and needy like he's starving for you as he dives back in-between your legs making you gasp and moan as he starts giving your most sensitive spots all the attention he could muster, determined to have you broken and dumb on his tongue before he let you out of his bed.

[roo-brr]

HES SUCH A PRETTY BOY

COMPARISON PIC I STOLE off twitter

I SAID I MISSED HIM AND I'VE GOT HIM BACK BUT AT WHAT COST

MY BABY 😭😭😭😭😭😭‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

[bea-does-stuff]

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐜𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬 (𝐦𝐡𝐚 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 305

𝘊��𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴: 𝘋𝘢𝘣𝘪, 𝘩𝘢𝘸𝘬𝘴

₊˚✩彡 𝐃𝐀𝐁𝐈

He’s not gonna outright ask you, that's not his style, or more specifically, he’s too embarrassed to. Dabi’s scars sometimes hurt, he’ll just wake up and feel pain all over his body, this usually happens when he’s burning, so snuggling up to you was perfect to him, since you were like a block of ice compared to him.

Usually you're able to tell when he wants attention or love, but if you don’t realise, he’ll try to give you hints that he wants affection, typically by saying things like “Baby, y’know i’m not around often, might as well do something” or “Are you just gonna ignore me?” 

One day however, he worked up the courage to try and y“Hey, um, I was wondering if you wanted to…” he paused, all your focus was on him, which only embarrassed him more.

After a few seconds of silence, he simply picked you up with no warning, the sight of shock on your face making him chuckle, he plopped you on the couch as and then wrapped his arm around you waist as he pulled you in and laid his head on your shoulder 

“Y’know dabi, you could’ve just asked me for cuddles” you laughed “Shut up.”

₊˚✩彡 𝐇𝐀𝐖𝐊𝐒

This man is an attention whore, let’s face it. Whenever he gets home from work, all he wants to do is cuddle you until you both fall asleep, and he isn’t shy to admit it

If for some reason you reject his offer to cuddle, he will take it VERY personally, he’ll cup your cheeks and say “do you not love me anymore?” while pouting like a kicked puppy

If you still won’t budge, it will actually start to hurt him, did he do something wrong? Eventually he’ll get your attention one way or another, so prepare yourself..

He’ll poke you with his feathers, nuzzle you with his nose, just ANYTHING that will annoy

When you finally agree he  immediately pounces on you and gently wraps his arms and wings around you 

“about time.. Y’know i need my cuddles” 

[azareel-writes]

spoiled (and deserving)

♡ omega dabi/gn!alpha reader (established relationship) ♡ sfw! domestic life + pre-heat nesting

everything clicks together when dabi sinks into a cloud of your pillows and clothes. barely ten seconds pass before he realizes what's going on. he's nesting. he's in pre-heat.

it shouldn't be a surprise given the positive turn his life has taken. he's fed well, sleeping through the night instead on hair trigger vigilance, and most importantly, you. now his body's functions are catching up with him.

the fuzzy dreamlike state he was in faded away. dabi blinks a few times at the unfamiliar angle he's laying at and — god damn it, he's rearranged the entire bedroom.

he climbs out of the nest to assess the damage to the whole room. spare sheets folded over the windows to darken the den; the full size bed was now shoved into the corner where your dresser was supposed to be, the walls making a nice semi-enclosed space. he can definitely get this done before you come back from work. …right?

the thought of tearing down his nest stirs up something in his stomach. part of him knows you wouldn't mind him indulging in his secondary gender. but what if you don't? what if you don't want him?

"babe?" your voice comes from the other side of the bedroom door, followed by three gentle knocks. "you okay in there? i smelled something burning."

the omega's hands reflexively cup the sides of his neck. his scent glands are damaged from his burns. it takes a lot for him to produce a scent and it had to be the worst kind.

dabi clears his throat before answering in a steady voice. "everything's fine!"

you're quiet for a pause. "i've been sitting in the kitchen listening to you shuffle around for about fifteen minutes." they've been home that long?!

the doorknob turns.

he moves to intercept you but you're just a bit faster. the door opens and you stick your head in.

"um... where's the be— oh." you peek around dabi and the door. he wants to crawl into the nest and disappear.

you reach up and cup his face in your hands. like the lovesick fool he is, he leans into you. your lips curve into a smile. "so this is what you were doing?" you give him a gentle peck on the lips. "let's get you to the nest, yeah? you look you need it."

he nods and lets you guide him back to the nest. his body sinks into the blankets. safe, happy, good.

you slip the cardigan off your shoulders — your favorite, the one you wear all the time —and drape it over him.

"can i lay down in your nest?" you ask. his face heats up.

"it's yours too." he mumbles.

you slide in and gather his lanky body in your arms. the nest is a perfect fit for the both of you. you drag your hand through his hair, lightly scratching at his scalp. dabi melts with each stroke, pulling him further into sleep, saturated in the smell of dark chocolate, in the scent of alpha-mate and home.

on the precipice of sleep, he hears you whisper,

"i hope you know you're gonna get absolutely spoiled rotten." your chest moves with a soft giggle. "so be prepared, okay? you deserve it, dabi."

[shadowspromise]

More Soft, Needy Dabi 💙

☆彡 Your boyfriend Touya, who will crawl onto your lap and beg for cuddles when you’re trying to play a game on your computer.

“I don’t give a shit about your ‘pvp,’ gimme attention,” he whines, unplugging the mouse and throwing it across the room.

☆彡 Touya having a temper tantrum when you swat away his hand in public. You’re in a crowd and it would be easier to navigate separately, but he wants to hold your hand now.

“Gimme. Gimme. You’re so mean,” he complains, crossing his arms and literally pouting.

☆彡 Touya getting mad when you won’t let him lick the spoon after you bake some cookies. You don’t want him to get sick from the raw dough, but he interprets that as you being a meanie.

“Gimme the stupid spoon. Please? Pretty please? C’mon, I’ll be fine, I don’t get sick. Especially not from some stupid cookie dough,” he babbles on and on, eventually just taking the spoon and the bowl from the counter when you’re not looking.

☆彡 Touya, who is now throwing up at three in the morning because he ate raw cookie dough, is whining and begging you for sympathy while you hold back his hair while he’s “throw-uppie.”

“Is not my fault… just wann’d cookie dough… now I’m all throw-uppie…”

You sigh and pat his back while he bends over the toilet and gets all that cookie dough out of his system. You want to yell at him, but there’s something about a grown, scary man sick from eating cookie dough that’s just a little cute.

☆彡 Touya, your dear, sweet sweet Touya, who just tore open several staples on his chest because his dense ass just walked straight into a table. You have to fix him up while he swears at the table.

“Stupid fucking table… who even put it there… gonna burn it to ashes… fucking table…”

☆彡 Your boyfriend Touya, who is absolutely refusing to let you out of bed. It’s nearly the afternoon and you have things to do, but Touya has thrown his body on top of yours so you physically cannot move.

“Touya, can I get up now?” you ask. “Nope,” he responds plainly, shoving his face into your neck and falling back asleep.

☆彡 Cute, adorable Touya, who is letting you put little braids into his hair, along with some butterfly clips and a flower crown.

“Oh, you’re so cute, Touya,” you smile, kissing his forehead. “Hell fucking yes I am,” he says with a devious smirk on his face.

[emotionalmessss]

Weird request, but would you be willing to take a shot at a Dabi headcannon list where the reader's family was friends with the Todoroki family, so he knew her before the fire when she was still a little girl?

A/N: ou, I'll definitely give this one a shot. I took a different approach with this one, so I hope I answered alright. :) I haven't written in months, so I'm kinda rusty and completely ran with this, sorry.

Warnings: slight spoilers for season six of MHA

Touya, despite being an energetic kid, was shy when you first started coming around the Todoroki household. 

At first, he would stay hidden and watch you play with his siblings down in the courtyard, opting to observe you through the balcony railing. Or he’d be too focused on training his Quirk in another room.

He never really said all the much to you, only a few words here and there, but that didn’t stop you from trying to interact with him.

As Fuyumi tosses a ball at Natsuo, you spot Touya out of the corner of your eye, who leans back against one of the wooden support beams and observes. 

You couldn’t help but grin when you notice him, turning to give him your full attention, and trying to beckon him over with a frantic wave of your hand. 

“Touya! Come join us!” You call out towards him, your bright smile never fading as you urged him to play. 

Touya glances over at the sound of your voice, his hand tucked inside the pockets of his pants. Averting his eyes and drawing his lips into a thin line, as he contemplates your offer. For a moment, that stubborn look of his fades, and it looks as though he’s about to concede, but at the last minute, he pushes himself off the wooden beam and retreats upstairs. 

Your smile faded slightly and your shoulders slump in response to his denial, but your innocent self quickly shakes off the sting of rejection. He probably just wants to train, you think to yourself. 

Eventually, as you started to come around the house more often, Touya slowly found himself getting more comfortable around you. 

He started talking to you more than he usually did, and rejecting less of your offers to come and play. Oddly enough, whenever you were around, his entire focus was on you.

You could say that this was just innocent child curiosity, but it was something different. The faint blush and quick aversion of his eyes whenever you caught him looking at you, how he occasionally asked Rei when you’d be at the house again, and how excited he got when he’d offer to show you his Quirk.

He loved to innocently tease you, and tell you all about his plans in surpassing All Might, and becoming the Number One Hero. He would go on and on about it, since you were one of the few people who encouraged him and his goals.

Touya’s head immediately poked out of his bedroom when he heard the front door open and close, followed by the familiar sound of your voice. Less than a second later, he quickly makes his way over to the front entrance with an excited bounce in his step. 

“C’mon, I wanna show you something cool!” His voice taking on a higher pitch, laced with a sense of urgency. He grins and grabs ahold of your hand, barely giving you enough time to take off your shoes before he’s tugging you down the hallway and into his room. 

Your eyes widen in pure awe as he holds up his hand, a bright flame flickering around his closed fists. “That’s so cool! You’re amazing!” 

A prideful smile spreads across his face at your response, which fills him up with a sense of satisfaction. There’s also a weird feeling that builds up in his stomach, one that he’s completely unfamiliar with. 

“You really think so?!” He questions, almost like he’s not used to this type of reaction. His smile widens and the heel of his right foot digs into the flooring when you nod.

His eyes shift from you to his fiery fist, and then back to you again. That look on your face, along with your praise causes Touya to completely ignore the gnawing heat that his Quirk produces — one that his body is ill equipped at handling. 

Years after the incident, now taking on the persona of Dabi, joining the League, and vowing revenge on Endeavor. The bitter reminders of being tossed aside like trash, the constant rejection, and being deemed a failure, all brewed beneath his aloof demeanour. 

That hatred wasn’t solely directed at his father, oh no, it stretched to that perfect little masterpiece. That fucking brat, nothing but a puppet.

But, deep beneath his hateful and resentful thoughts, there was one thought that occupied his mind more than he would’ve liked. You.

It would be a lie to say that Dabi didn’t try to get you out of his head, but it rarely seemed to work out in his favour. He would always tell himself that you didn’t matter and that he’s a kid anymore. After all, Touya Todoroki died. 

But getting someone like you out of his head was harder than he imagined. Even after everything, he could still see your beaming smile, and hear your innocent words of encouragement. 

Thoughts of you even started to distract him during his business with the League, especially when he was out searching for new recruits. Every time he noticed someone that looked even a tiny bit like you, his stomach would instantly knot up. Anxiety? Anticipation? Who knew. 

Whenever the League’s activities would venture a little too close to where you lived (again, why did he remember this?) he’d purposely hang back a bit, his impassive expression giving away none of his inner turmoil. 

[obitohno]

thinking of fwb! dabi who, after a few too many, reveals that on many a night, is it you who haunts his dreams. you’re giggling at the crooked tug of the corner of his mouth, only for your breath to falter when you realise that he’s not joking. his smirk is frozen on the stretch of his lips, the glint of his piercings a tad menacing as he leans just a little closer to catch the harsh intake of breath that is sucked between your lips.

‘you’re… you… uh,’ your skin is aflame with want, and hope dares to niggle at the centre of your chest. ‘really?’

‘really,’ he croons, edging his way into your personal space when the palm of his hand tickles over your bare knee, smoothing over the meat of your thigh. hypnotised, you’re little more than putty, leering up at him as his weight nestles between your thighs and presses you into the settee.

you’re awed, pulsing with a furious want for him that has kept you awake at night with your fingers slipped between your legs. your blood yearns for him, and solely because you’ve had a few too many, it is this excuse that allows you to blindly seek the solid form of his cock that insistently nudges just shy of where you need him.

thoughts foggy and pulse racing, somehow, you end up atop him. with the warmth of your thighs closed tight around his head, you think that he looks pretty like this, pliant and willing beneath you with pink cheeks that he attempts to hide by burrowing his face between your legs. his teeth are pinching their way across the crook of your hip, his fingers buried into the plush of your rear, pulling you closer, closer, and closer, still, until his nose nudges at your clit when his tongue claims home within the heat of your cunt. there’s an unfamiliar shape that morphs the wet of his mouth, and when you recognise it to be yet another piercing, you keen ever so sweetly, grinding the slick of your folds along his waiting tongue.

he touches himself too, when you demand it, palming at his swollen girth until it weeps a tacky, dribbling mess down the lengths of his fingers. fist curled tight around the base, he strokes upwards with a quick thwap, thwap, thwap, and with your fingers wrapped around the inky tresses of his hair, he forces you to a completion that aligns with his own. your toes curl with the magnitude of your climax, and his chest heaves with the effort to catch his breath, gracing you with the beauty of a smile that melts his ice-like stare.

he’s dreamt of this, too, he admits with a breathlessness that is moaned around the shape of your name.

© obitohno. all rights reserved. do not repost my works.

[1902touyatc]

Husband!Dabi • Love is not necessary to say

I love how this genre Dabi soft and fluff is. Have fun!

Warning: Vintage!Quirkless!AU but Husband!Dabi is still burnt.

The morning sun shone through the window, today is a beautiful day. But it seems that your husband doesn't like it very much. Prove that he lazily reached out to cover his sapphire eyes, so uncomfortable that he wanted to shoots the sun. Do not tease this man, he won't joke.

You smile, somehow you are passionate about the bad guy of the Todoroki family, a merchant family in the North. Looking at the patchy burns on his face, you also seem to guess the punishment of God for a bad person. You have never heard him ask you, "Do you love me?". True, never. But you know he also knows the answer.

Shaking off the image of a beautiful, lazy cat, you stood up and brushed off your pearl-like white nightgown, preparing breakfast for yourself and your beloved husband. But first of all, you have to take the stack of newspapers that the newspaper is placed in front of your red painting door, surely there must be something attractive on the page.

Touya stirred but did not see your warmth, he rolled his eyes around the room, from the ceiling, and then sowed his eyes to the arm that was still stretching by your bed. Touya was annoyed again, where did you go?

Slowly walking down the wooden stairs, he turned the neck and hand joints to relieve fatigue. Glancing at the cozy kitchen, he saw you. It looks cute with the newly purchased apron.

“Touya! You woke up. I prepared bread, what do you want to eat with jam? ”

Around his arms hugging your waist, this apron is not equal to a corner of him. Perhaps he was thinking like that. You are still very young, not thinking about children, so intimate moments are often caught by a few birds visiting each time.

"Kiss me…"

"Huh?"

“Hm …? I can't hear anything, why?"

"Do you want to eat bread with the" kiss me?" You look naive.

He pouted every, if you was another person, he would be angry. But for you, that heat is restrained. He hums:

"Yes, please, for you. "

"Hehe, I understand."

Perhaps you should thank the perfect slices of toast.

[thatlotuscookie]

that last one with lov having a movie marathon and Dabi being a small bean is from my sister who doesn't own tumbrl profile, she didn't mean to send it so fast😭😭 she also wanted to add that in the end she wants dabi to drag reader to his room because he wants to sleep and he wants to continue cuddling

forgive my sister, she's an idiot🤦🏻‍♀️

✧･ﾟ: a/n : that's such an adorable idea, with Dabi being all confused about his feelings, you and ur sister cooked w that idea :D I hope you both enjoy this one. thanks for requesting!<3

✧ Title: ✧ Unspoken Affection ✧ ✧ Character: Dabi x Fem!Reader ✧ Genre: Romance, Fluff, Comedy, Slight Angst ✧ Rating: T ✧ Summary: Dabi has never understood love, but when you’re around, something deep inside him stirs, and he can't figure it out-- Until you watch a movie together. ✧ Content/Tags: Fluff, League of Villains, Movie Marathon, Cuddling, Sleepy!Dabi, Shy!Dabi, Confused!Dabi ✧ WC: 725 words // 4.1k chars

Dabi had been restless for days. Not that it was unusual, but there was a new, strange energy bubbling inside him whenever you were around. He wasn’t sure what it was—couldn’t quite figure it out. Love wasn’t something he had ever bothered to understand, and yet here it was, sneaking up on him in the form of… you.

He wasn’t prepared for the way his heart sped up when you laughed at his sarcasm or how his eyes lingered a little too long whenever you were nearby. This wasn’t just admiration or companionship—it was something deeper, something more dangerous. It irritated him that he couldn't put his finger on it.

Toga, being her usual bubbly self, had dragged the League of Villains into what she called a “mandatory movie marathon.” The idea had sounded absurd at first, but with a little convincing (and a bit of whining), everyone caved in.

You sat comfortably on one of the worn couches, a blanket wrapped around you as the first movie flickered across the screen. Dabi, as usual, had plopped himself down beside you, acting as though it was just coincidence—though even he wasn’t fooling himself.

The room grew darker as the hours passed, and Dabi found himself feeling more tired than he’d expected. He didn’t sleep much, but something about the way you were curled up beside him, so close and relaxed, made him feel drowsy.

Before he knew it, his head had drifted onto your chest. The sound of your heartbeat filled his ears, steady and rhythmic, a sound that, for once, soothed him. He shifted slightly, not realizing that his arms had wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer as his body instinctively sought out warmth and comfort.

You, surprisingly, didn’t push him away. You only shifted, draping the blanket over him as well, offering a soft smile. The others didn’t seem to notice, engrossed in the movie marathon, and you certainly weren’t complaining.

Dabi, completely unaware, let himself sink into the softness of you—your chest, your warmth, your scent. It was so comforting, and for the first time in what felt like forever, he felt… safe.

But then he stirred, waking up just enough to become aware of his surroundings. And suddenly, it hit him. His head was on your chest. His arms were around you.

His entire body stiffened.

“Shit…” he muttered under his breath, eyes wide as realization dawned on him. He quickly shot a glance at you, but instead of laughing or pulling away, you just smiled at him—soft, reassuring.

“You’re fine,” you whispered, your voice barely audible over the movie.

Dabi felt his face heat up. Him? Blushing? No way. He quickly turned his head to the side, avoiding your gaze.

“Shut up,” he grumbled, trying to act tough, but the fact that he hadn’t moved from his spot betrayed him.

You chuckled softly, your hand gently stroking his hair. “You’re cute when you’re flustered, you know that?”

Cute. Dabi? That word wasn’t supposed to fit him, but somehow, coming from you, it didn’t sound so bad. He muttered something incoherent, probably another grumpy retort, but he didn’t pull away.

Instead, he stayed there, listening to the sound of your heartbeat once more. After a few more minutes of silence, he spoke again, quieter this time, almost vulnerable.

“Come with me.”

You blinked. “What?”

He sat up slowly, rubbing the sleep from his eyes before taking your hand in his. “I wanna sleep,” he mumbled, his voice uncharacteristically soft. “In my room. With you.”

The request caught you off guard, but his grip on your hand was firm, his eyes practically pleading despite his usual tough exterior.

You smiled, standing up with him. ���Alright.”

And just like that, he led you to his room, where the two of you curled up in the quiet, dim space. Dabi wrapped his arms around you again, this time fully aware of what he was doing. The tension in his body melted away as he rested his head against your shoulder, his face tucked into the crook of your neck.

No words were needed—he’d never been good at them anyway. But in that moment, with you in his arms, Dabi felt something he hadn’t allowed himself to feel in a long time.

Peace.

And maybe, just maybe, something that felt a lot like love.

[mamayan]

Mhmm but since I’m on the road for a minute just gonna throw a bone for thoughts of…

cw: amab!/afab! reader • NSFW • dom/top! F/O! • sex toy usage • fluff—

TOYS—

You who is acting incredibly nervous as you ask them if it’s okay to use your little vibrator or cock ring while pleasuring them with your mouth.

You who is prepared for backlash because past relationships/the internet/society has taught you that something is wrong with you if you can’t cum from penetrative sex alone.

You who is shocked by their warm or even eager positive response of: “Oh of course you can play with yourself baby, get yourself nice and wet/hard for me.”

You who comes to regret showing your favorite toy/s because now it becomes their favorite/s too.

You who ends up tied on your back, cute gag in your mouth while you writhe in overstimulated pleasure and agony as they use that exact toy to torture you all while cooing sweetly. “You’re doing so good baby, looking so pretty for me. Does it feel good? It looks like it does.”

You who is screaming their name on repeat, like a broken record, while they slam their cock/strap into you while using that exact toy to play with you. Chuckling while you try to plead for mercy or get away from it all but being unable to. “Poor thing, I thought you wanted to play with your toy? S’too much? No baby, I think it’s not enough yet—,”

You who ends up with more toys for them to torture and play with you than you bargained for. They’re pulling new gadgets out all the time, shocking you silly and all too happy to test each one individually and in combination on you.

You who finds comfort in expressing yourself more freely and communicating your needs and wants just as they planned because they know rejection or aversion to you expressing these things to them will only cause you to further deny the most basic necessities for a healthy relationship ★彡

Cute dividers drawn by @benkeibear

[milkywayco]

vigilante dabi who is just kinda. around. during shouto's childhood, unknown to endeavor. todosibs worst kept secret, yet somehow the flaming trashcan remains clueless. the 12 year old suddenly has black and white hair and he's trying to figure out how in hell his child who never leaves the house got hairdye and dabi's just in the backyard

[bea-does-stuff]

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 (𝐦𝐡𝐚 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 243

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨: 𝘿𝙖𝙗𝙞, 𝙝𝙖𝙬𝙠𝙨

𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙣𝙚, 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙞 𝙙𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙡𝙤𝙡, 𝙞’𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙖 𝙡𝙞𝙡 𝙗𝙞𝙩 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙛𝙛 𝙨𝙤 𝙞 𝙙𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙜𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙢𝙖 𝙩𝙧𝙮 !

𝐃𝐀𝐁𝐈

I really hope you're not present when he describes you, because the words this man will use cut like knives.

 Not even petty insults like “annoying” or “stupid”, just cold and heartbreaking insults, insults that would make the strongest people cry.

The thing is he doesn’t mean a single word he’s saying, he only says so people think he hates you, that way, people won’t try to use you against him

If he were to tell the truth, tell everyone how much he loves, god knows what people would do to you. He’s not willing to take that risk, not even for one second.

However, his façade breaks the moment someone insults you. If someone does so much as call you dumb, that person is a goner, after all—if someone insults you, then they insult his love, and he won’t stand for that

𝐇𝐀𝐖𝐊𝐒

He’s really childish when describing you, almost like a 5 year old describing their idol.

He can and will talk about you for hours, never once losing that loving and admiring glow from his eyes.

He will go from describing your beautiful personality, a personality just as beautiful as your appearance.

Hawks also gets real offended if people say something like “their not that great”, he will go from acting childish and lovey dovey to an intimidating hawk ready to attack their prey. 

Of course, he won’t hurt them, but he won’t talk to them after that either.

[dira333]

Passing Peonies - Post War Touya Todoroki - Part VII

When the war ended, Midoriya Izuku had proven one thing: That Villains did not need to be killed to be defeated. That you could make friends from enemies.

Touya Todoroki, formerly known as Dabi, had been one of those taken into the rehabilitation program. After one year of intense physical and psychological therapy, he's got the chance to prove himself. To prove that he can be a part of this world.

Complete fic length: 30.600 words - Masterlist

Warnings: poor mental health and resentment against past actions is mentioned, burn scars etc. as well. There is angst but this is mostly soft Touya coming back to his family...

Part 7: (1,9k)

When he comes in on Wednesday, there’s a girl talking to you.

She’s heavily pierced and turns the moment the bell chimes to glare at him.

“We’ll be in the back room.” You tell Touya. “Can you man the till?”

“Of course.” He says but he wants to say: “What the hell?”

You’re gone for more than half an hour and when you emerge, the girl throws him one last nasty look before storming out of the shop.

“What was that?”

“She’s applying for a rehabilitation job. She wasn’t happy about the fact that I didn’t agree to have her immediately.”

He shouldn’t feel so satisfied about it.

“You’re not taking her?”

“Not yet, at least. I wanted to talk to you about your hours, though. If you’d take Tuesdays and Thursdays off, we’d have enough work for her.”

He stares at you. 

“Why would I work less?” He can hear the panic in his voice. You must hear it too.

“You made it through six months, you’re free to start working somewhere else whenever you feel like it as long as you notify your rehabilitation’s officer.”

“Why would I do that?” His hands have started shaking, his knuckles hitting the table top.

“Touya-kun. Touya-kun.” Your hands are grabbing his face, pulling it down until he’s level with you. You’re saying something but the words don’t reaching his ears even if his eyes are focused on your moving lips.

Something presses hard against his ear and the ringing stops, followed by a heavy, muffled silence and the concerned warmth of your eyes.

“Sit down, Touya-kun. Careful, watch your knees.” You’re using more words than necessary, talking and talking until he’s on  the floor, back against the counter, knees pulled up to his chest.

Your hand rests on one of his knees now, your warmth seeping through the fabric of his trousers. You’re quiet now, just watching and waiting.

“Why do I have to go?” He asks, hates how his voice sounds so much smaller all of a sudden.

“I’m not pushing you out of the door, Touya-kun. I’m just reminding you that the door is open if you want to go.”

“I don’t want to go.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

You smile. “Okay. As I said, I’m not pushing you out. You’ll always be welcome here.”

The bell chimes and you pat his knee softly, whispering a “Stay down here as long as you need,” before getting up.

He’s not really listening to the words you’re exchanging, but you’re staying next to him, the melody of your voice filling the air around him until he feels coated in it.

Touya remembers, as clear as day still, how he felt when he woke up from his coma and found that his home had remained unchanged by his absence, as if it did not matter to them if he lived or died. 

He wonders if it’s the same here.

The plants that had seemed like friends just hours ago feel uncaring now. They do not care if he’s the one watering them, cutting them, tying them with Ribbons. 

Do you care?

-

Something heavy rests on his head. 

He needs a second to realize that you’re patting his head, the softest of touches, that the shop has fallen quiet again.

He lets his head fall back as far as he can, barely able to look up at you in this position.

“Do plants even care about us?” He asks.

“Not all of them.” You answer truthfully. “Those who don’t have learned to trust only themselves.”

“If I’d stop coming here, nothing would change.” He mumbles, surprised when you reach down to grab him under his arm and start to pull him up.

“Wha-?”

“Come,” you pull softly until he follows you around the till towards the table of indoor plants. You point at the first one, a pancake plant that is one of Bob’s children.

“You birthed this one. It will never forget you.”

A ZZ plant is next, your fingers trace the line of a new branch. “This one started growing right after you made it to four months.”

Under your words, all the memories come alive. Every plant has something to remember of him. And it’s not just him the plants remember. 

There’s the Bonsai that was planted by Miyoshi, a lavender that bloomed the first time Toyama decided she wanted to start dancing. A gum tree whose huge leaves have been cleaned by Suto so often, they still feel the imprints of his fingers on them. A snake plant that had been cut and cared for by Murai until he left for good. 

“I don’t like selling them.” You tell him. “I’d love to keep them close to me. But the plants carry my memories as well and who am I to refuse them to go out into the world.”

“What if I’d stay?” He asks. “I like working here. I could see myself keep working here.”

You stare down at the snake plant as if you’re asking it for advice. 

But you’re probably thinking of Murai, the only one who’d gone back to jail instead of out into the world.

“You can stay.” You look up at him, warmth and sincerity in your eyes. You grab his hands as if to shake on it, but you fold your small hands around his until it’s more like holding hands than shaking on a deal.

“I’ll teach you everything I know but it won’t be easy.”

“I’ve got talent.” He says and your lips quirk up.

“You do. But you’ll need more than that.”

-

Touya’s still a bit shaken by the time he turns the key in the front door.

He looks up, can see the lights flicker to life in your apartment, and turns toward his car.

Tomorrow, he’ll be up at the asscrack of dawn to drive to the flower market with you, buying fresh flowers and other stock for the shop.

It’s a new responsibility, something so different from what he’s done before, but he’s looking forward to it.

Even if it means that he’ll have to man the till the rest of the day while Shinohara Mari, or Mari-chan, as you call her, will come in to shadow you at work.

She’s still unsure if she really wants to work with flowers but she’s giving it a chance and you’d asked him to play nice 

“Dabi?” A voice calls out to him and he freezes, only a few steps from his father’s car.

He turns slowly, his heart beating so fast he can taste it.

Nothing moves, no one steps forward and all he can hear is the blood rushing in his ears as he stares into the darkness like an idiot.

He’d like to pretend that he walked to his car like he had no care in the world, but he knows the truth.

-

“You must be Touya!” A massive man, his frame almost as broad as he’s tall, holds out his hand for him to shake. “I’m Enrico. Uyemura Enrico, but call me Rico.”

His handshake is surprisingly gentle but he all but swoops him up and lifts him into the truck that has been modified to fit Rico’s frame.

“And there’s the princess,” Rico calls out when you close the door of the shop, the bell still chiming softly.

“Morning Rico.” You get on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek and giggle when he picks you up as well and stuffs you into the other passenger seat, effectively smushing you against Touya.

“Morning.” You’re wearing gloves and a scarf that both look like they’ve been knit by hand years ago.

“Uh, morning.” He rumbles, too aware of your body pressed into him, his body pressed into yours when Rico gets into his own seat, his massive frame now pressing Touya further into you.

“Well the weather’s shite,” Rico says as soon as the truck rumbles to life under him, “But that never stopped people from wanting flowers. What are we aiming for today?”

“The usual.” You carefully pull your arm out from where it had been digging into Touya’s side and rest your hands on your thighs, sending Touya a smile before looking back at Rico. “And showing Touya the ropes.”

“Right, right. What colors are we feeling this week?”

“I was thinking about something yellow and reddish.”

“Fall colors at the beginning of winter? That’s risky.”

“Hmm.” Touya would love to cross his arms in front of him but hesitates at the risk of poking your eye out with a misplaced elbow. “Worked well so far.”

“Well, you should check out Shishido’s flowers. He’s got some baby blue carnations you could use with white or blush pink.”

“You know I don’t like Shishido’s work.” You remind Rico softly and the man laughs.

“I know that, but if you want to show the boy the ropes you’ll have to let him decide for himself.”

-

The flower market is inside an unassuming hall, the high ceiling swallowing all the warmth that might have been there in the first place. 

You’re rubbing your hands despite the gloves and he’s wishing for his fire quirk if only to warm you up a bit.

The masses of people - and flowers - are humbling.

More than once they’re pushed to the side, yelled over, or blatantly ignored when someone recognizes his face.

But you pull him away or push him forward, until, at some point, your hand grabs his.

He’s more than glad for the noise and the commotion around him, for it hides his hammering heart at the touch.

“I can’t have you get lost.” You tell him and stop in front of yet another stall.

“Kibe-san, how are you today? This is Touya-kun, he’s my coworker.”

“How long?”

“He’s just celebrated six months.”

“And he’s still working under you?” Kibe-san must be in her sixties, her hair a perfect white and her skin smooth except for her eyes that she seems only to squint through.

“Pick me a bouquet.” She orders him, her posture as straight as his grandmother’s. 

“What would you like?”

“Why do you want to know?” She asks hotly. “Make me a bouquet.”

You let go of his hand and pat his back encouragingly but say nothing.

“What are you waiting for?” Kibe-san asks impatiently, swinging a folded-up fan in the direction of a passerby who dares to look at her flowers. “I don’t have all day.”

He looks down at the flowers in front of her, his eyes catching on the cremon mum that has a beautiful shade of dark bronze. He picks up three of them, then one orange alstroemeria to place in the middle of them. Kibe-san has novelty flowers in multiple colors and he almost picks the bright red ones before he decides to pick two in a dark purple that reminds him of red wine and two in the same dark bronze as before. It still needs a little pop of color and he walks along the buckets of flowers again, picking three yellow cushion pompoms that frame the other flowers like sunshine kissing a blushing forest in the fall.

He holds the bouquet out to Kibe-san who picks it up with raised eyebrows.

“You’re a sneaky critter.” She tells you, wraps a ribbon around the flowers with a flick of her wrist and plops the bouquet into a vase next to her till. 

“Now, pick your flowers. I don’t have all day to waste talking with you.”

Your hands are on his elbow only a second later, pulling him away from Kibe-san and to the end of the long line of buckets.

“You did good.” You tell him quietly. “Kibe-san was impressed with you.”

“Are you sure? If that’s impressed I don’t wanna see her unimpressed.”

“Hey!” He turns to watch Kibe-san whip her fan at some guy who dares to touch her flowers. “Wait your turn you utter buffoon!”

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