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Dabis the type of boyfriend that's shameless about the bathroom. He'll follow you into the bathroom if he's talking to you or when feeling particularly clingy, which is fine if your doing your makeup or any type of care routine cuz if you ask all nicely he'll help you with whatever you're doing weather it be helping with your eyeliner or fixing your hair for you but the fucker also barges in while you're taking a shit just to annoy you or to "wash his hands" like he cant do that in the Kitchen -_- Fucking shameless.
Or when he walks in on you taking a shower, you always freak out a little when you notice him and he's all 'fuckin chill its me, anyway shigaraki's bein a pain in the ass-' and hell just sit on the toilet and rant at you like you're not butt ass naked not three feet from him trying to set soap out of your eyes cuz he distracted you.
#Hed probably get all pouty when you try to lock him out or sumthin#Fuck i just wanna spoil tf outta clingy dabi#He deserves to be loved so much it hurts me#dabi mha#bnha dabi#boyfriend dabi#dabi fluff#dabi hc#dabi headcanons#dabi x reader#dabi x y/n#soft dabi hc#touya todoroki#touya headcanons#todoroki touya#touya x reader#dabi is touya#touya fluff#touya todoroki x reader#soft touya todoroki#soft dabi#soft touya#dabi x yn#dabi x you#mha dabi#touya todoroki x yn#touya x y/n#touya x you#Touya hcs#touya drabble
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Thinking about Dabi developing a borderline obsession over a Pro-Hero’s pretty girlfriend, to the point that you see him everywhere.
It’s flattering and exciting at first— how dangerous it feels to be flirting with a villain with a powerful quirk. Catching you when you’re leaving your favourite coffee shop, or in the last carriage you always take on your morning commute.
But it starts to scare you when he’s literally everywhere. Finding you when you’re at a friends birthday party, or baby shower. You even see him across the room during your lowkey dates with your Pro boyfriend, trying to avoid meeting his piercing gaze as you stare down at your plate.
Things in your home feel like they’re out of place too. Looking for your favourite perfume bottle or the matching panties to a lace set you’d just bought last month. Noticing your toys have moved too, certain your boyfriend wouldn’t bother himself with a rummage in your panties drawer as you think about what could’ve happened.
And you start getting calls and texts from burners. A different number every few weeks, as though he’s deliberately changing SIM cards and phone numbers to go undetected. Some messages are nicer than others, some are pure filth that have your thighs rubbing together shamelessly as you read them in your bathroom, and others are borderline threats— or promises.
You’re scared, but it’s not like you can tell your Pro-Hero boyfriend that you indulged in it at first. That you leaned into his advances and you flirted back. No matter how innocently. But you’re safe. Your boyfriend would always make sure of it— wouldn’t he?
Or so you think until you find yourself pinned against a dirty brick wall just outside your local train station, barely a five minute walk from your house as Dabi weaves a palm around the column of your throat.
“There you are, sweetheart. I’ve been looking for you everywhere.”
#bonus points if your pro-hero boyfriend is endeavor tho#or HAWKS!!!!#thinking thoughts#Dabi thirst#touya thirst
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⋆₊˚⊹♡ touya-nii + his nasty habit of sneaking into your bedroom
character: todoroki touya | dabi warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, pseudocest, noncon, a slight bit of degradation, implied size difference words: 1.2k
he’s always careful when he starts. careful when he creeps into your room in the middle of the night, sock clad feet quiet against the hardwood; careful to keep the doorhandles latch from catching on the strike plate as he closes it behind him; careful not to wake you as he slinks into your frilly little bed, knocking stuffed animals and extra pillows onto the floor, as he worms his way beneath your pink-piped comforter and slithers his hand between your silky thighs—ah, good girl, you’re not wearing those pesky sleep shorts, just like he told you not to (good little sisters only wear panties to bed; and sometimes, they don’t even wear those, he had informed you)—and then wiggles his fingers under your lacy undies.
that’s when he stops being careful.
because he loves that sharp gasp of surprise, that sheer unadulterated bolt that courses through your body—shock in the purest, prettiest form—that jolts you from your blissful slumber almost violently; skin shuddering, eyes snapping open, when he shoves two dirty fingers into your ill-prepped cunt.
it’s his favourite sound in the world, he swears it is, swears he would bottle it up and keep it close to his heart if he could, swears he would wear it around his neck like the cutest, daintiest little noose, tethering him to you.
but this is the next best thing, he supposes.
your eyes slip shut again, so tightly they crinkle the corners and furrow your brow, and a whine of his name spills from your lips; first in frustration, then again all wispy and dumb when he curls his knuckles against that plush spot buried deep inside of you—that spot he knows so well, that spot he discovered, then claimed as his own.
yeah, not so irritated now, are ya, y’little brat.
no, you’re not. you’re sighing out his name in time with the pumps of his fingers, all melty and stupid and oh-so-cute, knotted with his honorific and seeping into your lace-trimmed pillows in little threads of drool. you’re grinding your ass back against his hard cock as you pathetically hump his palm, indulging him as his hips rut into your plush flesh, pre-cum steadily leaking through his thin pyjama pants, staining plaid in dark wet patches.
“touya-nii,” you whimper, back arching a little, nipples peaked through the thin cotton of your camisole. “stop, stop.”
this is the routine almost every time, practiced and perfected through night after night of rehearsals, and you play your part flawlessly; effortless and enticing and full of emphasis, because you know he gets off on it—the no!s and wait!s and don’t!s, sometimes spit from your lips, sometimes dribbling out the corner of your mouth, only heightening the whole sordid affair.
because you’re just as fucking sick as your big brother is.
he can’t stop, don’t you know?
it’s all your fault, he’s telling you, voice caught somewhere between accusatory and mocking. if you weren’t such a slutty little tease, nii-chan wouldn’t have to do this.
but it’s all just a game; he knows you love it just as much as he does, knows you’re just as depraved as he is, because your actions don’t match your words, you bad girl, the rolling of your hips encouraging the rocking of his own, one of your free hands threading itself over his and guiding it to your breast, bony knuckles pressing into a soft palm as his fingers flex around supple flesh.
if you didn’t love it, if you didn’t want it, then why would you prance around the house in those short, short little dresses? the ones that fan out when you twirl to your music in the living room or ride up when you bend over while cooking in the kitchen, gifting anyone within the immediate vicinity (your vile siblings and their prying eyes) a coveted glimpse of the silk and lace clinging delicately to your cheeks; the ones that are an inch or two too short to be considered wholly decent, and the ones Daddy has repeatedly told you to stop wearing around your big brothers—especially the eldest.
“m’sorry, touya-nii, m’sorry, m’sorry.”
no, you’re not, but that’s okay. he isn’t, either.
at least you have each other.
your other hand snakes between your tensing thighs, cupping his own, little fingers layering larger ones as they try to speed up his motions, push his digits deeper, fuck you harder, give you more.
these trysts never last long enough, though; no matter how hard he tries to lengthen them, to savour them, you’re both too eager, too hungry for one another, cumming too quickly in the dead of night as your bodies tremble together, as names shatter on tongues in sharp whispers and limbs seize and tangle and fuse into one.
it’s always so fucking messy, your cunt clenching around your conjoined fingers, slick dribbling down his knuckles in thick dollops to pool in his hand, to settle in the lines of his palm and streak his inner wrist in pretty shimmering streams.
it’s always so fucking messy, his grunts hot and humid against the nape of your neck, forehead pressed to the crown of your head as his cock throbs, filling flannel with copious amounts of burning, sticky cum—so much it seeps through the material to soak your scrunched panties, so much it dries in a hard glaze, welding lace to your ass.
you don’t ever dare to wash it off, clean it away, eradicate the evidence, instead allowing each other’s pleasure to stain your skins, wearing it like a mark of honour, a claim of ownership, barely visible when it dries into something firm and translucent, but there nonetheless.
his fingertips continue to flutter against that swollen spot until ripples of overstimulation are shuddering through your flesh, until your little hand is wreathing around his syrupy wrist and nails are biting into his flesh and tugging, tears beginning to bead your lashes.
only then does he chuckle and pull his hand free, knuckles hooking in an attempt to scrape your walls, a heavy coat of your arousal glistening on his fingers.
“you cum so fucking much for your big brother,” he growls in your ear, lips wet against the cartilage, voice tapering off into a whine. “look at how wet you get for me.”
two of his fingers flatten against your cheek and then swipe, slow and hard and thorough, smearing a thick film of your slick across your face, from the tip of your temple to the corner of your mouth, back and forth and back and forth until it’s been rubbed into your skin.
callused fingertips push past your parted lips, weighing down on your tongue and cramming themselves into your throat, forcing you to taste yourself—to taste him, painted in you; spicy nicotine and heady salt.
“you’re fucking disgusting,” he pants out, but his pupils are gaping, watching as your gorge yourself on your big brother’s flesh, lips puckering and cheeks hollowing as your tongue curls around his knuckles and tries to siphon him further down your throat.
a whine splinters in his chest as he pulls his extremities free from your voracious grip, slathered in spit, viscous cords strung between his knuckles as he spreads them apart.
“yeah, you’re real fucking sick, y’know that?”
“you made me like this, nii-chan,” you breathe out dreamily, already drifting back into sleep’s welcoming embrace, body going lax in his arms and snuggling back against his chest.
yeah, he fucking did.
and neither of you would have it any other way.
#dabi smut#dabi x reader#dabi x you#todoroki touya smut#todoroki touya x reader#todoroki touya x you#wrote this real quick before bed last night#after my boyfriend had slathered my own slick all over my face hehehe#so thank u for inspiring this lil piece sir#inky.touya#inky.dabi#tw:noncon#tw:pseudocest
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#i love dabis ebenezer scrooge ass pajamas#and hawks' ugly ass gucci jacket#no drip boyfriends#dabihawks#toukei#hotwings#mha#bnha#dabi/hawks#hawks/dabi#takami keigo#todoroki touya#dabi x hawks#hawks x dabi
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but this touya 🥺 he's sitting at the kitchen table too early in the morning, awake because your ex-boyfriend is coming to pick up your daughter for their father's day out. touya is half-asleep in his cheerios, only grunting out a response when your daughter asks him questions, bright and cheery, laughing too loud when she pokes and prods him and he grabs her hands up in his own and tickles her.
when the doorbell rings, she's scooping up her backpack and unzipping it quickly, slapping a folded up piece of paper on the table before running off around the corner. you follow her, exchange some pleasantries with her dad, wish him a happy father's day, give your daughter a hug and tell her you'll see her in a few days.
she stands in the doorway and shouts, loud, the high pitch in her voice echoing off the ceiling. "bye dabi!" and when he says it in return, she ends with, "i love you!"
(you don't miss the twist of your ex-boyfriends lips, his clear disaste for touya souring his expression.)
(you don't miss touya's hesitant pause from the kitchen, his voice scratchy and low when he calls back, "love you, too, kid.")
after she's gone, you mosey on back to the kitchen to see him leaning over whatever she'd left him; a piece of construction paper, colorful and a bit messy and crinkled, but all her nonetheless.
it's a picture of she and touya as little stick figures, him much too tall, hair dark and spiky. in between them, you think, is a drum-set, a call-back to the time he'd brought her to the bar he works at before it opened, during the day, and he'd let her bang around on all the instruments and be as loud as she'd wanted.
happy fathers day i love you is written across the top in bright pink, a little hard to read, but there regardless. touya stares at it quietly, only coming back to life after you run a hand over his back gently.
"mom's gonna lose it when she sees this," he murmurs quietly, shaking his head as if the idea is ridiculous.
but you don't miss his quiet sniff, the way he clears his throat before carefully folding the paper back into place, keeping it held tightly in his fist.
#this guy didn’t even WANT KIDS 🥺#and yall have been together for a little while now and he ADORES your daughter#would pull the moon from the sky to make her happy#but — her real dad is still in the picture ? so he's never considered that she sees him as anything other than 'mom's boyfriend'#so to get a happy father's day drawing 🥺🥺🥺🥺#it touches his little heart in ways he never expected 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺#WAAAHHH he's so cute ajfheiakal#cw children#✿ willow writes#✿ thoughts: dabi/touya#✿ theme: dad dabi/touya#✿ theme: step dad touya
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Me: just vibing and watching MHA
*anytime this mofo comes on the screen*
My IRL man:
#absolute vibes mate#mha#boku no hero academia#bnha#otaku life#dabi#mha dabi#touya todoroki#why am i like this#mha meme#bhna meme#mha fanart#mtv#16 and pregnant#mtv barb#boyfriend#hey there demons it's me ya boy#cant have nothing nice#mtv 16 and pregnant#mtv teen mom#mha bnha
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Prison Boyfriend/Penpal Series
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Prompts:
The reader is lonely (desperate) one night and after a couple of glasses of wine she decides to apply to be a prison penpal.
Or
Reader is a part of a good Samaritan organization that helps reform prisoners.
This series will be a combination of my ideas and your requests.
This series will most likely have more smut, dark content, and angst then fluff.
All of the fics will be in a Modern World AU
THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION
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ATTACK ON TITAN
EREN YEAGER
LEVI ACKERMAN
REINER BRAUN
BUNGO STRAY DOGS
OSAMU DAZAI
FYODOR DOSTOEVSKY
YUKI FUKUZAWA
JUJUTSU KIASEN
TOJI FUSHIGURO
SATORU GOJO
SUGURU GETOU
RYOMEN SUKUNA
KENTO NANAMI
MY HERO ACADAMIA
KATSUKI BAKUGOU
IZUKU “DEKU” MIDORIYA
KEIGO “Hawks” TAKAMI
TOMURA SHIGARAKI
TOYA “DABI” TODOROKI
KAI “OVERHAUL” CHISAKI
JIN “TWICE” BUBAIGAWARA
TOKYO REVENGERS
MANJIRO “MIKEY” SANO
KEN “DRAKEN” RYUGUJI
NAHOYA “SMILEY” KAWATA
SOUYA “ANGRY” KAWATA
RAN HAITANI
RINDOU HAITANI
HARUCHIYO SANZU
WAKASA IMAUSHI
HAKKAI SHIBA
SHUJI HANMA
#prison boyfriend gojo#prisoner bf toji#aot scenarios#aot x female reader#prison boyfriend/penpal series#demon slayer x reader#aot x reader#bnha x reader#jjk x reader#hq x reader#tokyo rev x reader#bnha bakugou#bnha deku#bnha x chubby reader#levi ackerman x reader#dabi x reader#draken x reader#tokyo revengers bonten#bungo stray dogs x reader#dazai osamu x reader#fyodor x reader#hanma shuji x reader#getou suguru x reader#attack on titan reiner#tokyo rev mikey#bnha todoroki#bnha smut#jjk smut#aot smut#bsd x reader
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𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧, 𝙨𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙞𝙣' 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙧
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𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. you've broken up with your on-and-off boyfriend...again... for the umpteenth time. life as a stripper isn't treating you easy, and although it pays well it doesn't fill the emotional hole left by your toxic ex. as you take a breather outside you encounter someone you would rather than speak to again. things start to take a dark turn rather suddenly.
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tags.dabi x reader. toxicexboyfrienddabi! x stripper reader.dabi x reader smut. toxicexboyfriend!stripperreader smut. all characters are 18 years old. alternative au. non quirk au. fucking your toxic ex boyrfriejd. toxic dabi. dabi has a dick piercing. dabi fingers you. dabi fucks you agaisnt a window. exhibitionism. slut shaming. degration. 18+ mdni!
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" You're nothing to me, just a mere comfort whore I come to when I need to. But still, you should feel special you're not like the rest. The rest are mere fuck toys, you're something more."
Gritting your teeth once more, you angrily sit down on a sofa, shoving your foot inside another heel. " Fucking cheater." You curse under your breath " I'm gonna dump his ass. I'm something more than the rest, shut the fuck up. "
"Woah there girl, you're gonna snap your ankle in two if you keep at it." Cagney’s familiar playful voice instantly calms you down, from your racing thoughts and growing rage. The beautiful girl squats to meet your level. " Whatever it is girl, it's not worth bringing you down tonight. Besides, when you're done being fabulous as always, you can go kick its ass." She jokes grabbing your hand to help you up.
" Cagney, what would I do without you?"
" I dunno, probably kill someone, to be honest. What would you do without me?" She flips her hair for more dramatic effect and you both erupt with tiny giggles at her response.
" Showtime y/n." the woman with her clipboard enters the room, her usual irritated expression on her face before leaving the room.
"I'll be cheering for you girl." Cagney cheers before you exist.
As you enter the stage, an erupting canon of cheers explodes from the audience, and as the music starts the audience begins to settle, watching in awe as your body spins and twirls at so many angles. You were almost hypnotizing, looking as angelic as ever. Most people in the audience suspected you to be a pole dancer fill-in rather than an actual stripper. During the song, you eventually glide to the top of the pole, before sliding down and smoothly shifting into your floor routine.
When the music faded, the audience yet again cheered, shouting and screaming as your stood. " Thank you." you mouth, waving at the crowd before the light on stage dims, allowing you to scurry and collect the cash people there on stage.
" She was almost too innocent looking, like an angel" you hear as you scurry backstage, causing you to smirk to yourself.
'Damn right, I worked my ass off making that damn routine.'
After a couple of songs, you decide to go out for a breath of fresh air and observe other performances. Though once you manage to step outside and hand on your shoulder stops you. " Hey, dollface." His familiar voice rings through your ears, triggering the anger felt earlier on. You immediately spin around, fueled by anger and raise your fist in an attempt to punch the villain, but his rough, larger hand blocks the punch. By now, you're breathing heavily as tears begin to cascade down your face. Yet again, you try to punch the unwavering man, over and over and over again and after a while, you stop.
" Fuck you want? I don’t wanna deal with your shit, you know I hate you?" You mutter, too exhausted to shout. The anger is evident in your, face and voice, yet the villain remains unbothered at the fact that you are breaking down because of his actions. Either way, he still gets you back.
" How sad, you hate me. Now stop crying and let's go inside. You're acting like a fucking baby and it's pissing me off."
" You just don't get it, do you? This means we're over Dabi. No more of us."
The man turns and walks away for a bit before stopping. He turns to look up at the sky, the wind shaking up his black hair. " See if I care. I can leave right this very second, but what will happen? That's right. You'll come crawling back to me like you always do."
.. like I always do. Dabi approaches you as you begin to back away.
" And besides, I know how to get what I want, when I want princess. After all, you were just a cum slut to me anyway. You'll come back to me because you love that don't you? You little perverted fuck. You want someone to put you in this type of position like I do, but who on earth will do that for you." By now you were up against a wall, caged in by him. The man you want to escape from but he's right. Who could I go to?
You do not process and register the fact that you dive in for a long kiss. A kiss that feels long-awaited, it feels like you're pouring all feel restrained emotions into it, it feels like you're accepted again.
But is that all I want? You ask yourself, breaking for the kiss for air.
Without further hesitation, you grab a hold of Dabi's hand and drag him into the room filled with various lights. You slip past people and walk through hallways to avoid meeting others. The both of you standing near an isolated staircase, your voice hushed as you begin to speak. " Don’t think I’ve let you off the hook. Just because I keep coming back to you doesn’t mean we should stay together.” A silence passes and you pause, steadingly yourself to state the truth “Maybe that's why I'm tired. It feels like you won't stay. "
Dabi can sense the neediness dripping from your voice. " That's my girl." he breathes in your ear, before grabbing your chin, the both of your faces so close you can feel his breath against your face- but he doesn't kiss you. You unconsciously let out a moan of frustration from the teasing occurring. " What's the matter? Want me to kiss you? You want me to fuck you?" No words emit from your mouth. His chuckles resonate and vibrate throughout your body before he leans in and connects his lips with yours, grinning into the kiss. He had got you back again. Without doing anything.
The dark-haired man grabs a hold of your wrists and pins them above your head. "Look at how wet and needy you are for me. Filthy slut." His fingers had managed to teasingly feel through the fabric covering your soaking folds. Annoyed at how teasingly slow Dabi is being, you drags him up the stairs and into a room. The room is empty, it contains a bed, a drawer in the corner of the room, decorated with colourful lights and a window wall covered by curtains.
Wasting no time, Dabi grabs a fistful of your hair and slams the door shut. " Strip." is all he says. " Don't make me repeat myself." You find yourself, slowly sliding off clothing, one piece at a time. When your hands travel to your panties, Dabi stops you and lifts you up by your legs before walking over to the mirror planted above the drawers. Your eyes pay close attention to how he brushes his thumb against your throbbing clit, shuddering at the slightest touch. The man hooks his fingers around your underwear, peeling it off. Your bare cunt is exposed, glistening in erotic juices from the high level of arousal. Without another second being wasted, Dabi's fingers find themselves inside your soaked pussy. His fingers begin to pump in and out of you whilst he wraps his hand around your neck. The filthy noises being let out by the contact made only increased your arousal. Dabi took note of that, of how your hips begin to thrust eagerly in hopes of more pleasure. He starts scissoring the two fingers inside you to stretch you out, before inserting three. With each pump and curl his fingers do within you constantly hit again your g- spot. The pleasure fogged your mind, and your legs beginning to shake from such intense pleasure.
" So you are a good girl after all, taking these fingers so well." You don't respond, all that can be let out from your mouth is moans expressing the need for your climax to be reached. But your pleasure begins to fade as Dabi's fingers slip out of your stimulated cunt. He uses his hand to choke you and forcefully grabs your face, making you look at yourself in the mirror. Heated face, your hole fluttering against nothing, your tongue sticking out and makeup running down your face. " You see yourself, that is what a cum slut looks like." A moment of silence passes as you try to recover your breath, your chest falling and rising rapidly. " Let's show the whole world how much needy you are for cock." He whispers in your neck, sending shivers throughout your body.
He continues to hold you upright, bringing you close to his chest and walking towards the window wall. The view of the city is on full display, the lights brightening the darkened sky and your naked body pressed up against the glass as is also on full exposure. You feel his tip prodding against your entrance alongside the piercing on his dick. The man places his hands on your hips, gripping them tightly before slamming into you. You feel his thumb stretching your mouth open, increasing the volume of your erotic moans, the sound of skin slapping against each other and your coated arousal making the whole situation a lot filthy. He continues to press you up against the glass, breasts and cheeks pressed against the window wall.
"Do you love being my fuck toy? My cum dumpster? Answer me bitch." He growls yanking your hair and violently shaking your ass. A masochistic smile spreads across your face and you nod excitedly, letting out more moans.
"F-fuck, don't stop Dabi." You stutter brokenly, overly enjoying the never-ending pleasure. He begins to thrust faster, your sex clenching around his desperately hoping for the knot to be undone. " You only cum when I tell you to. Got it?" You nod rapidly, focusing solely on the satisfaction taking over your mind. After a few deep thrusts your legs begin to shake the command to " Cum." caused your legs to shake as you ride your high. Your face is flushed face, you gasp for air and your legs shake.
"Good girl."
#anime#fanfic#fanficwriter#fanfiction#jjk#my hero academia#boku no hero academia smut#boku no hero academia#x reader#mha dabi#dabi#dabi x reader#bnha dabi#toya todoroki#dabi todoroki#tomura shigaraki#todoroki touya#toxicdabixreader#toxicdabixstripperreader#stripperreader#exhibition kink#degrading k1nk#aggressive#ex boyfriend#exboyfrienddabi#exboyfrienddabixreader#exboyfrienddabixstripperreader
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dabi: *sitting down on the couch near hawks* move fat nugget
hawks: u think i look fat? 🥺
dabi: no birdy, i didn’t mean...
hawks: YOU THINK I’M FAT! 😫😫😫
dabi: fuck. no, i really didn’t mean that
hawks: but... you said
dabi: i know, that was stupid. i’m sorry dove
dabi: *opening his arms* c’mere
hawks: *hugs dabi* ‘kay
#dabi: ...u know i love ur ass birdy 🍑#hawks: DABI!#disaster boyfriends#dabi instantly regrets his words#drama queens being drama queens#dabi has to make chimken nuggies for the rest of his life now#they’re hopeless#hotwings incorrect quotes#incorrect bnha quotes#dabi#hawks#dabihawks#dabihawks week#dabihawksweek24#incorrect hotwings quotes#my hero academia#hotwings#toya todoroki#bnha dabi#keigo takami#toukei#dabi x hawks
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So Fucking Perfect~
Crossdressing!Sub!Dabi × GN!Dom!Reader
You come home early and he gets nervous and locks you out of the bedroom but forgets he only dose that when he's hurt so you panic a bit and get a very pretty surprise when he finally opens the door.
TW : Suggestive, Implied Sub & Dom dynamics, non-graphics mention of past injuries, Crossdressing, & Brief Implied Brat Taming.
😗 Once again on my ooc Dabi bullshit but he'd look so pretty in a skirt tho- 𖤐
Coming home to your bedroom door being locked with Dabi on the other side, he was trying out an idea for a surprise for you and you came home a little to early.
He had heard you mention liking crossdressing to his and your friends a few weeks ago and he couldn't get the idea out of his head sense, deciding halfway through the first week of hearing about it that he was gonna mess with you and wear something to tease you about the whole thing. It was only after he managed to order something online with a stolen credit card, have a package delivered to an address he knew he could easily swipe the package from and even put the damn thing on did the insecurities start to set in.
What if you didn't actually like it? You could have been joking when you mentioned it. Why have you never mentioned it to him if you did like it? Did you think he'd look bad in a skirt or dress or was it his scars or something else?
Before he could slink out of the mirrors view and redress himself in something that wouldn't humiliate him he heard the front door being opened and he frantically moved to lock the bedroom door, sighing with relief as he pressed his head against the door when he was able to do so quickly and quietly at that. Now all he needed to do wa- "You in there dabs? Whys the door locked you ok? Do I need to get the kit?" the worry in your voice almost put a hole through his chest, for a second he forgot the only time he ever locked the door on you is when he's injured and doesn't want you to see how bad it is, his eyebrows knit together as he looks down at himself. "I'm fine doll I really am I promise, just sorta dressed... wrong right now so just let me-" "can't be that bad, if you're not hurt than let me see" he should of known nothing was gonna deter you. You probably think he's lying with the way your voice cracks and he knows you're gonna worry until he lets you in, he always lets you in eventually- why's he fighting it so much again? Oh yeah... thigh highs...
"Doll just give me a minute please" he doesn't even fully finish that please before he hears you counter him with "Dabi so help me, if you make me go through the fire escape-" he snorts in short amusement as you threaten him. He doesn't doubt you'd do it being that you've done it before, you're the only person he's ever met who's stubbornness supersedes his own. "Fuckin' hell- Fine! Just... Promise you won't laugh." it goes quiet for a minute and for a moment he worried you were already going for the fire escape but then he hears the door handle giggle, not enough to indicate you were trying to open it again, it just sounded like you placed your hand on it.
"Ok?... Dabi are you alright?" you hear him let out a heavy sigh before he starts. "I'm fine I promise love, ended up sorta-" he paused, voice shaky as his hand reached to unlock the door while still holding it shut. "I sorta dressed up for you, seemed like a good idea when I thought of it but Im havin' doubts right now." he listens closely for your response as he readies himself to let go of the door handle, however regardless of however thinks he expects you to react he never thought he'd hear you giggle? Laugh maybe, he'd get it if you started making fun of him for something like this but there's no malice in your voice, it takes him aback for a moment. "You dressed up? For me? Oh love why would I ever laugh at that? Come on, let me in I wanna see my pretty boy" You almost did a complete 180°, sounding so excited by the prospect and it took him a minute to collect himself before he actually open the door. He tried to step back a little, both to get out of the way of the door and to hopefully delay the moment you see him by just a few more milliseconds.
It doesn't work- the second he gives you the go ahead to open the door you almost burst in with excitement, eyes immediately shooting to take in the gorgeous view your boyfriend had gifted you with. He really went all out and you were almost offended he hid it from you for so long but you were never one for patience when it came to him. Pretty boy was dressed so nicely in his mostly black attire, he'd obviously worked hard picking out something that would suit his usual style and fit right in with the rest of his wardrobe with a little extra jewelry than usual. You couldn't stop thinking about the easy accesses the skirt gave you or how his thigh highs frame his thighs so nicely and the baggy tucked in sweater made your hands itch as you imagined taking him apart without taking any of it off.
You don't know what you were expecting but it certainly wasn't...this...
"Fuck you're so perfect..." You breath out before you can even register what you're saying, making his blush deeper than he already was before, a feat considering he didn't have much healthy skin to hold the blood pooling in his cheeks but you're sure if they weren't scarred too his ears would be red as well just by they way he looked at you, too nervous to really say anything as you pull him closer to you by his hips, eyeing him as if you couldn't believe the sight before you wasn't some cruel illusion playing tricks on you- but it was real, and judging by how he both cowered away from and inched closer to your touch- it was all for you. "Would it be pushing it if I started buying you more outfits like this?" you ask in a cheeky tone, knowing just a little praise and attention would get your pretty boy to wear whatever you wanted "fucking... Yes- I'd kill you I swear" Just had to get past his more bratty side first but that was always the fun part anyway~
#This is as far as I felt like finishing this#maybe ill make a part 2 in the future#touya todoroki#dabi x reader#dabi x y/n#dabi is touya#touya todoroki x reader#soft dabi hc#touya x reader#bnha dabi#dabi bnha#dabi my hero academia#dabi todoroki#boyfriend dabi#dabi fluff#dabi fanfic#dabi imagine#dabi is a todoroki#dabi touya#dabi x yn#dabi x gender neutral reader#dabi x you#todoroki touya#touya fluff#touya todoroki x yn#touya x y/n#touya x you#soft touya todoroki#sub dabi#sub!dabi
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rindou’s audacity should never be questioned. my nasty little meow meow.
#tr spoilers#can you believe rin invented aesthetics#because i can#that’s my mfkin’ man right there okay#i love that aggressive bone breaking yet sweet glasses mullet wearing boy#also it’s literally canon that he’s the second best boyfriend#daddy i love him#you can really hear dabi in his voice huh#also rindou and zenitsu sharing the same one 😂#rindou x reader#rindou smut#rindou fluff#ran x reader#mikey x reader#sanzu x reader#izana x reader#koko x reader#tokyo revengers smut#tr smut#tokyo revengers#inupi x reader#draken x reader#mitsuya x reader#chifuyu x reader#shinichiro x reader#kazutora x reader#baji x reader
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You were the last thing Touya saw before fainting.
You were so worried about this man you never saw before, and as much as you felt he wasn't someone to trust completely, your sense of honor and selflessness was louder and painful than ever.
Somehow you made it into carring him on your back to a place nearby and safe.
He was placed on a bed at the basement of your house. You treated of his burns, bandaging each wound you could see.
He was breathing normally so you didn't have to do CPR or that kind of thing.
You could see he was stable at least.
You placed a thermic blanket over him so the cold wouldn't reach him.
After a bit more of caretakes, you left a chocolate porridge for him by the side of the bed, locking the door at the top of the stair behind you.
Little did you know he was conscient the whole time.
And that he would take great advantage of that sweet little nurse who treated him with care and love
#yandere boyfriend#yandere#boku no hero academia#dabi x reader#male yandere#yandere x reader#dabi#touya todoroki#touya x reader#mha dabi#mha smut#mha x reader
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Imagine 16 year old Gojo who just got divorced in front of KFC. Now imagine him going to BNHA universe and bringing his brand new children Megumi and Tsukuyomi (who he insists are his blood children how dare you try to deny the bond between him and the children he gave birth to HIMSELF-) with him. Now imagine he needs to enroll them at some elementary school (where we will later find Fyuumi, Todoroki's sister to be a teacher at). I need someone to help him with parenting and signging up the children for school and stuff. Like maybe another mother or older sibling. I am considering Inko, Bakugo's mom & dad (actually they should be neighbours it'll be so funny the family offers to babysit and Gojo crashes over after his own classes and eats all their sweets and Bakugo will scream at him to brush his fucking teeth. The beef between Bakugo and Megumi will make Gojo's day and he won't realize he's part of the beef as well.), and funnily enouh, Dabi
Kurogiri isn't an option becausehe can't leave Shigaraki long enough to come with Gojo to sign up the children but Gojo keeps breaking into his bar or even room to nurse orange juice and be dramatic over not being able to connect with his children
#Gojo Saturu gets to have a vacation#into BNHA you go#don't worry your boyfriend will follow later#satusugu#sugusato#gojo satoru#jjk#jjk x bnha#jjk and bnha crossover#gojo x geto#geto suguru#gojo saturo#geto suguru x gojo satoru#boku no hero academia#my hero academia#my hero academy fanfiction#jujutsu kaisen#bnha crossover#bakugou katsuki#he's so funny#megumi fushiguro#kid megumi#and his sister!#teen parent gojo saturu#parental gojo saturu#kurogiri#dabi#aizawa will be there for sure but later#inko midoriya#crack fic
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i feel like touya is the horribly, horribly lovesick kind.
like, i don't think he wants to say his feelings for you out loud, doesn't even want to think about them, really. he's just sort of hoping you wise up and figure out that you're madly in love with him and do something about it yourself.
whenever you two are together and hanging out with friends, he's so fun and crazy touya ! even if it's just as friends ! but if he's hanging out with others without you, he's so—bummer touya: picks on others too much and starts fights just for the sake of fighting and he kind of just sulks in the corner, drinking to himself and wallowing in his misery.
he's also kind of always got someone, an arm he hangs off of so he doesn't look as lonely as he feels. it's never anything serious in his mind; yes, he sleeps in their bed and hangs out with their friends and parties with them and lets himself be held in his sleep.
but if you were to show even an ounce of interest, he'd come running. it's all just for show, someone to spend his time with, so as not to draw too much suspicion when he clings to your back and murmurs jokes in your ear, for the two of you only.
it's all kind of stupid because—keigo tells him this—if you were interested in him, wouldn't having some side-piece keep you from ever voicing it? which is why touya is constantly telling you that it's nothing, that it's just a fling, not serious enough to pay attention to.
and you always tell him, "okay, touya, whatever you say," with a little smile and a roll of your eyes. teasing him in any way pulls him in further, like he thrives on being the reason for a smile to cross your face.
he's sitting much too close to you on the couch, leaning in far enough that he could kiss you, if you wanted. "what?" he grins, too, dimples deep. "you jealous?"
"no," you scoff, reaching a hand up to squeeze his cheeks once before standing to stretch, letting out a tense little groan as your back straightens and pops. "why would i be?"
but touya doesn't answer, only sinks a little further into the couch, watching your sliver of exposed skin disappear as your arms drop, before looking away.
#✿ thoughts: dabi/touya#he's. kind of toxic LOL#he's so annoying i'm chewing him up and spitting him out#he's got some chick that he's always with and that calls him her boyfriend and he sleeps at her house and#and then he tells you 'oh her ? uh i mean we hang out i guess but aint nothin' more'#LOL#a SLEEZE
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We have Dabi burning anyone who talks shit about you, but what if he overheard a bunch of pervs having a lewd conversation about you 🫢 maybe it’s your coworkers and he just so happened to hear all the filth they were saying about you:
“I wish I could see what those tits looked like underneath that uniform”
“I wonder if she’s still a virgin”
“They say the shy girls are the freakiest in bed”
“If I had her number, I’d ask her to send nudes every night for me to jerk off to”
Meanwhile, Dabi is sizzling with anger, steam coming off the top of his head and smoke flaring from his nostrils like a pissed off dragon
ANOOOOOOON— WHAT HAVE YOU DONE LIKE— I DON’T EVEN HAVE MY MEMES TO USE ON THIS ONE, BUT MY BRAIN IS SHORT-CIRCUITING HARD I PROMISE.
protective!dabi is everything please...
like— he wouldn’t let it out in the moment, because you’re on a date in public and problems might arise, but those comments bothers him a lot for three (3) reasons:
1. you’re clearly taken, that’s something disgusting to do (in his opinion);
2. you’re a person not an object, they’re disgusting and disrespectful;
3. the way they sexualized you like that, for everyone to hear, makes him want to vomit.
and if they didn’t want to apologise, scum like them always refuses to acknowledge their wrongdoings, dabi will take care of taking out the trash personally.
the villain tells you to wait there for him, sitting on a bench, as “i’ve got something important to take care of princess, i’ll be right back”, giving you a way too shining smile whereas his eyes were cold as ice; he then took off, menacing grim expression taking over his feature as soon as he turns away from you.
when dabi saw from a far the small group getting into an alley (of course they were thugs), he silently followed them suit trailing behind those four garbages and when he was close enough to the one on the far back the black haired young man lifted his hand level face with him and blue flames started coming out of his palm mercilessly, setting the guy on fire in few seconds.
when hearing the pained scream of their companion, the other three turned going blank when recognising dabi standing beside their lit up friend that was trying uselessly to take out the fire, before turning completely into ashes.
his turquoise furious orbs settled on the remaining trash bags as he slowly walked up to them:
“lemme show you scums what happens when you disrespect my woman.”
#kelin responds#answered#anonymous#bnha x reader fanfic#mha x reader fanfic#dabi x reader fanfic#touya todoroki x reader fanfic#bnha x reader#mha x reader#dabi x reader#touya todoroki x reader#PLEASE HE WOULD BE THE MOST PROTECTIVE AND CARING BOYFRIEND OUT THERE. HANDS DOWN.#LIKE— his motto is “every tongue that raises against y/n SHALL and WILL fall”#he's very serious consistent and faithfull to it 🤧
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ɪ ꜱᴡᴇᴀʀ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴ, ʙᴜᴛ ʙᴏʏ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ɴᴏ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ.
ᴅᴀʙɪ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ !ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ ꜰᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ. ɪɴᴊᴜʀᴇᴅ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ. ᴅᴀɴɪ ɪꜱ ᴄᴀʀɪɴɢ ʙᴜᴛ ɪꜱ ᴀ ʙɪᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴ ꜱɪɴᴄᴇ ʜᴇ’ꜱ ᴡᴏʀʀɪᴇᴅ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ’ᴛ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ꜱʜᴏᴡ ɪᴛ. ᯓᡣ𐭩
small cussing, and mention of wounds, and blood. Lmk if I missed anything! (This is not proofread.)
It’s a bit short, so I apologize.
You were his doll, his everything, he cherished you the most since he thought you were the only good thing in his life. That was until he saw you like this. Hurt, and injured. He would’ve lost it right then and there if he didn’t get you somewhere safe.
This all started due to a faulty plan Shigaraki had made. Dabi would deal with him later. This plan ended up in a full fight with Heroes. He placed you against the warehouse buildings wall, luckily he found this place. You let out a small grunt, he was searching around for abandoned first medical supplies, or even better, a first aid kit. If you looked closely at his stapled face, you can see worry in his eyes, and maybe even a little pout. He luckily found some medical supplies, no luck on the first aid.
He wouldn’t let you move, one single bit. He gently pushed you down every time you tried to lend him your help so he didn’t have to do all the work. “Lay your ass back down, Doll. I got it, it’s fine.”
When he put alcohol on your open wounds, he would whisper small praises, like how you’re doing good, but he would also scold you in the process of dressing your wounds. “I can’t believe you were so reckless. You should’ve just stayed out the way.”
Sure, it was mean, but you knew he was just caught up in the moment. He thought he had lost his Doll. Whenever he was done, he helped you stand up, he wouldn’t let you do anything on your own. Not even when you’re back at the LOV hideout. Whenever he saw you up, he totally freaked. “Sit your ass back down, woman.”
Is what he would say when making you sit down anywhere, the reason he was like this was because he hated seeing you so banged up and hurt, and he never wanted to see you like that again. Soon, when you were fully healed, he was back to his old self. <3
°˖➴ ɪ ʜᴏ��ᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏᴇᴅ, ɪ’ᴍ ɴᴇᴡ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ. ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ᴏᴘᴇɴ!! ⊹ ࣪ ˖
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