#dabi drabble

[unhinged-bratty-boy]

Dabi - sad headcanons

This is my first time writing anything, be gentle with me 🙏🏻

It wasn’t supposed to be anything. Just a bored glance while killing time in the a convenience store as he waited for his contact to show. But then you walked in.

At first, he didn’t think much of it - just another face in the endless sea of strangers. But something about you made him pause. The way you casually brushed hair from your face while scanning shelves, the soft hum of a song under your breath, completely unaware of the world around you. You were normal. Unshattered. Alive.

His sharp, turquoise eyes narrowed, lingering longer than they should’ve. He blamed it on curiosity. Something about you felt warm in a way he hadn’t experienced in years - like standing too close to a hearth after a lifetime of cold. It made him uncomfortable. Made him angry.

He should’ve walked away. He didn’t.

Dabi followed you out of the store without even realizing it. At first, it was instinct - silent footsteps slipping through the dark alleys like a shadow as he followed. He told himself he just wanted to see where you lived. Just a quick glance, nothing more.

This one time turned into a shady routine for him. He had to know more.

Within days, he knew your routine - when you left for work, when you returned, where you shopped. He mapped out the weakest points of your flat with practiced efficiency - windows that didn’t lock quite right, a back door that stuck if you didn’t shove it hard enough. Old habits. Necessary. Just in case.

At night, he watched the soft glow of your apartment lights from across the street, imagining what your life must be like on the inside. Warm, ordinary, safe. He hated how much he wanted it.

One day, when he saw you struggling with heavy grocery bags, the opportunity was too perfect to pass up. He shoved his hands deep into his material pants pockets, masking the nervous twitch of his fingers.

"Need a hand?" His voice was rough, casual - but there was something too sharp in his gaze, too focused.

You hesitated for just a moment before offering a grateful smile that hit him like a punch to the chest.

"Thank you! These bags are killing me."

He took them without another word, pretending the weight didn’t bother him. He could feel your eyes on him, curious, a little suspicious but not wary - not yet.

As you walked together, you talked - about nothing, really. The weather, the annoying store line, small, inconsequential things. But every word out of your mouth felt like oxygen to a man used to suffocating.

When you unlocked your door and turned back to him, smiling that same soft, trusting smile, he swore he felt his ruined heart stutter.

"Thanks again... um...?" you prompted, clearly expecting a name.

For a split second, he considered giving his real name - Touya - but killed the thought immediately. Too dangerous. Too personal.

"Dabi," he said instead, voice low, almost daring you to question it.

"Weird name," you said playfully, completely unfazed. How sweet you didn't recognise his villain name. "But thanks, Dabi. I really appreciate it."

Dabi always got what he wanted. He was ruthless, cunning, relentless. He should’ve burned this weakness out of himself the moment he realized what was happening. But he couldn't. He wanted you. All of you. And he was about to make you his.

This was how you two started seeing each other.

Dabi never calls your flat a home. The word sticks in his throat like ash. Home was burned away years ago, leaving only the cold, empty shell of survival. The apartment he crushes in from time to time is just a place where he exists, not where he belongs.

He lives in your home like a visitor overstaying his welcome. His clothes stay packed in a small, battered duffel bag shoved under the bed. “It’s just easier this way,” he mutters when you ask why he never uses the closet.

No matter how much he scrubs his skin, the faint scent of burning flesh never fades. He can see you notice but pretends he doesn’t. It makes him feel disgusted with his own self. It makes him feel guilty because you deserve much better. When you light scented candles or spray room freshener, he flinches inwardly, convinced you’re trying to mask the stench of him.

Every time he touches you, it feels like a silent goodbye. His hands are scarred and trembling, his grip tight like he’s afraid you’ll slip through his fingers. When he holds you, it’s never soft - it’s desperate, bruising, clinging. He needs the reminder that you’re real, that he’s still here, that he hasn’t burned you away yet.

He doesn’t say “I love you” because he thinks it’s a lie. People like him can’t love - not properly. Not in ways that don’t hurt. But sometimes, late at night when he thinks you’re asleep, he’ll trace your features with the lightest touch, memorizing every line like he’s carving you into his memory - for when you’re gone.

He expects you to leave. He knows you will, eventually. Everyone does. He can’t stop his sharp tongue or bitter jabs when he feels too close - it’s his defense mechanism. If you get too close, you might see him for what he really is - broken, twisted, beyond saving. Better that you leave on your terms than pity him.

Dabi barely sleeps. On good nights, he dozes fitfully beside you, waking at every small noise like he’s still being hunted. On bad nights, he sits by the window until dawn, smoking one cigarette after another, eyes fixed on your soft, relaxed features as you're deep in your slumber.

Late at night, when the world is still, you often find him standing at the window, his eyes tired, staring into the endless dark. His cigarette burns low between scarred fingers, ash scattering unnoticed, staining your floor. "Touya, come back to bed," you ask, improving your silky nightgown around yourself. He doesn’t turn around. His voice is rough, distant, "Tsk. Don't call me Touya. He is long dead."

On his worst days, he believes he deserves the pain. He’ll disappear without a word, returning with fresh burns hidden beneath his sleeves, the acrid smell of charred skin lingering around him. You know better than to ask where he’s been - his hollow eyes tell you everything you need to know.

Dabi doesn’t believe in a future - not for himself. The idea of living a long, peaceful life feels like a cruel joke. He talks about “when” he has to leave, never “if.” He’s already made peace with the fact that whatever this is - you and him - won’t last. Nothing ever does.

He keeps insignificant things - crumbled notes you left on the fridge, your old scarf that still smells faintly of your perfume, a broken hairclip. He stashes them in a small, dented box under his bed in the LOV hideout. Sometimes, when he can’t sleep, he pulls the box out and runs his fingers over the keepsakes, pretending, for a few minutes, that he’s someone worth remembering.

When you fight, Dabi lashes out like a wounded animal, sharp and cruel. His words are designed to hurt because he expects you to leave anyway - better to make you hate him than to watch you drift away. But afterward, he’s consumed by guilt, curling into himself like a burned-out ember.

He can’t say sorry - not with words at least. But after a fight, you’ll find your favorite snacks mysteriously restocked, the blanket you love folded neatly on the couch, a worn apology scrawled on a crumpled scrap of paper left where you can find it. He’s trying - in the only ways he knows how.

Dabi isn’t someone meant for love - but God, how he wants it. He knows he’ll never deserve you, that this life he’s stumbled into is a borrowed dream destined to shatter. But for now - for however long this fragile, imperfect thing lasts - he’ll hold on with both hands, knowing that in the end, he’ll be the one left burning.

[harleys1nhawaii]

IGNITE THE HEAT [dabi / todoroki touya x f!reader]

thinking about dabi riling you up and giving you all of him for hours, just to stop and grin at you from above seconds before you can release that knot in your stomach. your cheeks are burning from tears and your aching cunt is clenching around nothing, laying in the wet patch trembling and desperate. his hands grabbing your waist and hips down, grounding you into the soaked matress as his mouth stretches into a grin so wide, the metal staples start leaking blood.

“f-fuck, dabi!” you whimper as your cheeks stain with more of the salty liquid. your voice is strained and too weak, your throat is dry from all the restless vocal show you gave him. “why? why are y’ doing this?” it only fuels his desire. feeling a rush of primal satisfaction, knowing that he was the cause of your pleasure and pain, the reason for your weakened state.

“shh, doll.” he presses his lips against your neck, his voice a low rumble. his tongue darting out to flick against the shell of your ear. “you’re doin’ so well f’ me. so fucking good, doll, letting me break you like this.”

dabi’s touch is gentle, his fingers wiping the tears from your cheeks with a tenderness that seemed almost uncharacteristic of him. “don’t cry now, doll. just a little longer, i promise. you can hold on a little more f’ me, can’t you?” you can’t help but nod in silence, eyes pleading at him through wet lashes and heavy lids.

“that’s a good girl.” he murmurs, voice low and possessive. your hands grip onto the sheets again as your voice breaks, feeling him deep inside your sensitive walls.

despite his soft, comforting words, there was a hint of mischief in his eyes, a sly smirk playing at the corners of his lips. you couldn’t catch it when your body ached with need, your mind a haze of desire and frustration. it was as if he knew something you didn't, as if he was planning to keep playing with you, even after he promised to give you the release you so desperately craved.

the night went on, his hands continued to explore your body, touching, caressing, teasing. but instead of bringing you closer to the edge of release, he kept you balanced on that precarious precipice, never pushing you over the edge. he smugly whispered his “just a little longer”’s, kept telling you how good you were being, how patient you were, how much he loved the sound you made when you were on the edge of release, to never give you the relief of it for another couple of hours.

[honeybubblebeeeeee]

Imagining Dabi just having a touch starved moment. You know those days where you just want nothing more than to be held and coddled and just loved in the most innocent way.

He’d come to your apartment unannounced, he has a key but from what you had known he was busy for the day. He bursts into your room where you’re laying on your stomach doing something on your laptop, in his shirt. Your eyes widen and you smile when you see him. “Hi baby! I didn’t know you were coming over.”

He says nothing, just strips off his jacket and throws it on the floor and sitting against the headboard of your bed. You sit on your knees and look to him. “Touya? You ok?”

He sighed and held out his arms. “C’mere doll.”

You moved over to him, he grabbed you by your hips pulling you onto his lap, wrapping his arms around your waist so you couldn’t go anywhere. He rested his head against your chest.

You wrapped your arms around his head, scratching at his scalp. “What’s wrong?”

He shakes his head. “Nothing.”

You try to pull away to look at him but he doesn’t release his grip if anything he holds you much tighter. You laughed and hold him again. “You sure?”

He nodds, planting a kiss on your neck and resuming his position. “Just wanted you.”

(also send requests! i appreciate them they help smmmm with writers block <3)

[suksatoru]

dancing in the dark⋆˚୨♡୧˚⋆ dabi x reader

a/n; dabi falls in love with a dancer ~ listen to margaret ft bleachers by lana del rey for the total bee experience <3

dabi doesn't usually drink. he doesn't want the pain he feels, whether emotional or physical, to fade. he wants it embedded into every fiber of his being. he wants it to be a constant reminder for him to do worse—he wants it to work at his fuel, work as something that gets him up with some sort of a purpose in the morning.

but dabi's just tired today. there were some days his heart couldn't keep up with his mind, and today was one of them. he staggers into the dingy, crowded bar without a second thought, dragging his feet like there was some invisible string holding him back from walking properly

the first sip is always bitter. but soon enough, one glass turns into two. and slowly, his blinks become drearier and the dull thudding behind his eyes fades away to nothing. there's crimson blood running down his calf and no doubt smeared all over his pants, but he doesn't have the energy to tend to any of his wounds right now.

he's tucked into the corner of the bar, sitting at a single stool table with his head bowed as he alternates between tugging at his hair and muttering mindlessly under his breath. his headache is getting worse. he has the sudden urge to break the glass in front of him and swallow the shattered shards just so he can feel something besides the relentless pounding in his head

he doesn't notice when the bar's lights dim, and he doesn't hear the wooden floors groaning under the weight of people dragging their chairs to the front of the bar. there's a small stage in the bar, where a man who must be in his late fifties sits idly—chatting with a wrinkly smile to the folks who sat front and center. his arm was draped over an old, beat down guitar. it looked like he was waiting for someone.

dabi exhales through his nose, rubbing his temple with one hand while the other one holds his knee in a death grip. he didn't have any money to pay for his drinks, didn't even think about bringing any as he wandered until he found a bar he deemed crowded enough for him to enter and go unnoticed

he finally notices that some sort of a show was about to take place when he hears it. the first note is long, and dabi almost thinks he imagined the sound until a slow melody begins to form

he notices the old man, fingers perched as they move languidly up and down the neck of his guitar. the symphony he creates is calming, and dabi sinks into his chair. it creaks quietly from the action, and he allows his eyes to close for a moment

he pries his eyes open slowly when he hears low murmurs of chatter begin. and he's half a second away from telling whoever it was interrupting the man's guitar solo to shut the fuck up—when he finally sees you.

you glide onto the stage slowly. your lips are stretched into a tentative smile and your eyes flit over the small crowd in front of you. and then, you start dancing

your skirt is long, and it brushes the floor with every dip and twirl you take. dabi...has never seen anything like this. you dance like it's as natural to you as breathing is. every movement is relaxed and confident. your steps are measured, unhurried as you get lost in the sound around you

the bar is quiet, save for the music notes that hung in the air like the stars that hang in the sky above. dabi's leaning forward in his chair to get a better glimpse of you as you move

your dance couldn't have lasted more than a few minutes. but dabi felt like hours had passed in the time you moved from one spot on the stage to another. your features are composed entirely of bliss—a serenity dabi had never known. never seen in a person until now.

he left during your standing ovation, hands dug deep into the pockets of his jeans and brows furrowed. dabi had taken the chance to leave without having to pay a dime when he saw the workers were momentarily distracted by the last few moments of your dance

but who could blame them?

dabi didn't know if you'd be back to dance again. but after an entire week passed, it was friday again. and there was a chance—though very slim, that you'd be back at the bar.

he brought money with him this time, too.

he arrived at eight-ish, same time he was there last week. taking his usual seat in the back, dabi ordered something light for tonight. he wanted to have a clear mind when you came on stage, wanted to pinpoint every shift in your expression so he can try and figure out just how someone can put so much of their heart and soul into something

because dabi could see how passionate you were. in the way your fingers curled and the way your shoulders moved and the way you spun in a manner that managed to hypnotize him

and you were there that night. and the next, and the next, and even the one after that. of course, dabi only knew this because he had been there too.

dabi's seen dancers before. but those dancers, they were lewd and irksome. he didn't like strippers, and he surely didn't like people who danced for others. he didn't like people who did anything for others.

but you danced like you were the only one in the room. some nights, dabi felt like he was intruding a special moment. you looked like you were lost in your own world, a world he was desperately beginning to want to be a part of

but you weren't up in the clouds—no, you were in the same world as dabi. because one day, you approached him. of course you recognized your reoccurring guest

dabi's voice is low as he introduces himself, his voice is low as he mumbles out something along the lines of 'you taught yourself how to dance?', and his voice is low when he mutters it—

teach me.

it was a shot in the dark—he half expected you to tell him to fuck off, or make a comment on his appearance and tell him to get lost. and dabi promised himself if you said anything of the like, he would respect your wish. he would accept your cruelty and walk out of the bar and he would never come back.

but he walks back to his shitty one room apartment with a crumpled piece of paper in between his fingertips, your cursive handwriting scribbled on it. he walks like the weight of the world is on his shoulders—he walks like he's never had the pleasure of dancing before. never had the pleasure of getting high on nothing but his own accord

he likes dancing, dabi decides. your hands are soft as you move against him, and sometimes—he allows his older self to shine through with you

he thinks of those romantic comedies he would watch with his mother as a child when he spins you. your laughter is a song all in its own, there's no need for music when you're whispering gently to him

move like this dabi—breathe in and out—yes, just like that dabi!

he dances with you in the kitchen, the only light available comes from his cheap refrigerator as the two of you navigate through the dark. he dances with you in the living room, too. and he supposes the way he holds you at night could be a form of dancing as well. his limbs move and they curl and they feel—every fiber of his being does when he's with you

dabi loves dancing. even with all the discord and confusion in his life—there was one thing he could be sure of, and it was your dancing.

[lilacgaby]

CAN I REQUEST A TOUYA FIC IN WHICH HE'S RLY RLY INSECURE AND THEN FINALLY HE CRIES ONE DAY (he has damaged tear glands, remember) AND BLEEDS HIS EYES OUT WHILE CONFESSING THAT HE LIKES US AND HE ACTS LIKE HE HATES US SO THAT WE CAN BE WITH SOMEONE BETTER.

title: better 4 u

pairing: reversecomfort!touya x reader

summary: touya didn't deserve you, he knew there was someone out there better for you.

note: touya makes me so sad :(( like why was he doomed from childhood

as he stared at his scarred face in the mirror, eyeing the roses and chocolates he'd picked out for you, he felt disgusted. he didn't even know how you stood to exist near him, he hated the sight of himself as he passed by puddles, hated the burning on his skin in the rain, even sun would cause him discomfort.

how could you love him if he could barely love himself?

he threw the roses and gift for you on the ground, gripping his head in anger. the sudden noise made you rush to his room and knock on the door.

at the lack of an answer, you still walked in, confused at the items on the ground. "..touya? you okay?"

as he looked at you, he felt small again. he felt judged and he hated it. "go away." he grunted, not looking over at you.

he felt the tears start to accumulate in his eyes, curse his sensitive nature. but you didn't leave, you never seemed to, you walked closer to him and held his hand. his scarred hand stained with blood that would never wash off.

"what's wrong?" how dare you? how dare you make him burst into tears, the blood staining his face and dripping onto the floor as he resisted the urge to start wailing.

his body wracked with sobs as you hugged him close to you. why did you even bother? he was a broken mess.

you led him to sit on his bed, you beside him soothing him, you hadn't said a word yet, waiting for him to speak first. and if he didn't? you wouldn't push it. you never did.

"did something happen?" you asked, rubbing his arm and dabbing at his tears softly.

he shook his head, not trusting his voice right now.

"is it about someone?" he nodded.

"is it about.. me?" his breath hitched and you knew you were right. you brought him closer to you, confused on how you'd upset him.

"yes." he finally said under his breath. "why.. why do you even help me? why are you even with me right now? you could so much better."

you tilted his head up to yours and planted a peck on his lips. "touya, you are the best for me. i love you, not anyone else. don't think that about yourself."

he sniffled, and suddenly felt a wave of embarrassment wash over him.

he didn't feel worthy of your love, but he'd accept it anyway.

"were those flowers on the ground meant for me?"

"...yes."

he knew you loved him in the way you still took care of those wilted flowers and accepted the chocolates that hadn't been on the ground.

he knew you loved him as you held him to sleep and soothed the burning in his skin,

but you set his soul aflame, and he'd love you for that.

[90ekz]

dabi looking down at you with proud eyes as you dine on his cock? fuck.

he just can’t help but be kind of emotional because of his good little girl, taking it so well. you were a mess, mascara smeared, spit dripping down your lips, eyes rolled back, and you weren’t stopping.

not that he wanted you to anytime soon.

you were completely oblivious to his overstimulated state, senseless to the fact that you’d already made him cum twice down your pretty throat.

you’d finally popped off, now dragging your tongue up his small trail of white hair.

dabi swears that his life flashed before his eyes at that very moment. you were so slutty that it genuinely scared him.

“my p-perfect little thing…”

with traces of his cum now smeared on his lower abdomen, dabi wonders why his cock isn’t down your throat all the time.

[sanemistar]

special entry :: haunted house — touya todoroki

𝜗𝜚 synopsis: you and your boyfriend go on a haunted house date for halloween 𝜗𝜚 starring: touya (dabi) x gn!reader, slight swearing 𝜗𝜚 note: it's my first time writing for mha, and for touya, so apologies if he's a little ooc, i was just experimenting to see if i should continue writing for mha or not

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you suggest going to the haunted house because you think it’ll be fun to go there on a halloween date, but touya instantly complains and goes against the idea. huffing in slight annoyance, he simply thinks it’s embarrassing and a little too childish to go there as grown ups. as he says something along the lines of ‘you seriously wanna go to a haunted house?’ and ‘oh c’mon what the hell are we? kids?’

this doesn’t stop you, though. you keep trying to persuade touya into agreeing, which you succeed in doing as he eventually gives up seeing your puppy eyes and innocent face. this works on him every single time like a charm, he’s simply weak to those beautiful eyes of yours. he can never say no to them no matter how hard he tries to. but of course, he’ll neither show nor admit to you that he is. that’s a secret that he plans to keep inside.

despite being against it at the beginning, he changes his mind, and he’s totally enjoying himself now. he’s enjoying how you’re clinging onto his arm for dear life, your cute reactions and little screams are quite amusing. he’s loving how you depend on him entirely to guide you two through the haunted place, which is pretty ironic, it was your own idea to go there in the first place, yet you're the most scared. but you’ve never thought it’d be this scary, everything in it just feels too realistic. you let out a big sigh of relief once you’re finally at the exit, and touya starts bursting into laughter, he’s laughing at you as he recalls your scared face. the sound of his laugh echoes inside your ears, and you find yourself smiling seeing how he's enjoying himself.

“oh shit, i didn’t know you were such a scaredy cat, a cute one.” he teases you, you face flushes in embarrassment as you playfully smack him.

“it was just too scary because everything looked so real.” you fake a cough as you justify your reactions in a desperate attempt to save face.

“you’re such an idiot.”

touya continues to tease you as you lock hand with his and he smirks before he drags the two of you out.

[icameheretoreadstuff]

What's your plan now?

Pairing: Dabi x F!Reader Warnings: 18+, MDNI!, NSFW, Smut, Dry Humping, Dirty Talk, Wet and Messy, unprotected Smut, creampie, Kinda Enemies to lovers, Sexual Tension Summary: He's got you pinned down, youre saying fuck you but really you want to say is Fuck me.. A/N: masterpost & links are pinned on my tumblr. I do not own this pic, found it on pinterest. I got this idea stuck in my head and just needed to write it asap- part 2 . part 3

"what the hell are you doing?" you hissed "You're pretty cute when you fight" he smirked as he was pinning you down. "Do not expect me to go easy on your ass just because youre ontop of me" you hissed and tried to wiggle free but to no avail.

His knees was placed beside your hips, he held your both hands with one hand, pinned them down over your head and his other hand on your throat. "Do you have any idea how much you piss me off?" you panted "You are so fucking annoying, You think you can do whatever you want, huh?" You ranted, "keep going" he said amused "Shut up" you spat.

You were annoyed with how attractive he was, His muscled arm around your neck and his loose tshirt revealing his muslces around his neck and shoulders, you looked further down knowing his eyes were burning at you, but you couldn't help yourself as you looked down seeing his boner tighting up his pants and were inches away from your core. He smirked as you laid your head down and looked away while trying not to blush.

"Dabi" you whispered as you couldn't help but to feel so turned on. "I'm curious, how much have you thought about me?" he asked you couriously "Fuck you" You stared into his annoyingly beautiful eyes "I really like seeing you under me like this" his words made you blush "shut up" you whispered and couldn't help but to check him out.

"why won't you make me" he flirted, you were lost for words and mumbled "you make me so god damn frustrated" you couldn't help but to look at his lips, You blushed over the thought that he had this power over you.

He smirked "You had the opportunity to leave many times now" he said "but you keep checking me out" He moved down his hips and pressed his boner onto your clothed clit causing you to reveal your inner thoughts: you moaned instantly.

"Is this what you want?" He cooes "mmf" you moaned as you couldnt stop enjoying him pressing and grinding his dick ontop of you. His raspy groans made your head spin, You took deep breaths as you couldn't help but to thrust your hips up on his dick.

He lifted up his dick from your core, you bit your lips trying to hold back your moans. You quickly let loose of his grip and grabbed his collar "What's your plan now?" he whispered as he leaned his boner onto your clit once more, this time harder as he grinded his dick onto your clit. You let out moans as you pulled him closer and crashed your lips into his.

You couldn't hold back anymore and neither did he, all this teasing and flirting from him was making your head spin. Your mind was like a fog and the only thing you wanted was him. You moaned into his kisses as he pinned you down.

He leaned back and before he could say anything you said "take my pants off" He grinned as he dragged them off. "I need you" you whispered, he smirked and opened his belt and pulled down his pants revealing his hard throbbing dick bouncing out of his pants causing you to forget how to breathe for a second.

"Spread your legs for me sweetheart" You obeyed and he groaned as he leaned ontop of you and grinded his dick onto your wet folds while making out with you. "Youre so wet for me" he groaned, You moaned into his lips "I want you inside me" you moaned as you felt you were shaking of arousal "Fuck" He felt like his dick was throbbing as he grinded his dick into your wet folds. "y/n" he groaned as he grabbed his dick and pushed it inside you, He huffed and groaned as he rolled his hips and snapped his hips as he thrusted inside you slowly, with rough kisses.

You wrapped your hands around his neck as you moaned "you fill me up so good" you let out a deep breath, feeling your entire body shoot out a sparks down twoards your core as you thrusted your hips up so he could go deeper inside you.

His pelvis grinded on yours as he thrusted hard into you. "fuck" you moaned as you felt his dick filling you up on all the right places "You like me fucking you?" He groaned "fuck you feel so good" you moaned feeling unable to answer him, you gasped silently as you curled your toes feeling your climax coming on fast.

"Dabi" you moaned as he started to thrust harder into you, You climaxed and squirted on his dick. "Fuck" he groaned as he lifted up your legs almost up to your shoulders as he thrusted harder into you, the wet sounds filling the room as his hips were clapping and grinding on your pelvis.

He let out raspy moans "Cum for me" you moaned as you felt him grip your thighs hard "you want me to cum inside you?" you blushed as you nodded "say it out loud" he smirked while his hips were clapping hard into you. "yes, please cum inside me" you moaned as you felt another climax coming in.

"Fuck Dabi" you moaned, He groaned as he pressed his cock hard into you and climaxed deep inside you. He grabbed your neck and choked you lightly as he panted, he kept thrusting inside you "You wanna cum again for me, sweetheart?" you moaned at his words "be a good girl and cum on my dick" he smirked as his dick was thrusting inside you.

The wet sounds from where you were connected, his raspy groans and his rough kisses sent you over the edge, You climaxed hard and pulled him close and kissed him roughly while moaning. "Fuck!" you panted.

He slipped out of you as he smiled, seing your throbbing clit and his sperm slowly dripping out of you. "Fuck, this sight makes my dick hard all over again" he smirked "But sadly, I have to go" he said and raised up and took on his pants. Luckly you had some paper towls inside your pocket from the coffee place you were at earlier and cleaned yourself up.

You raised up and took on your pants "This was a one time thing" you said as you tried to collect yourself. He smirked as he walked over to the door and turned to look at you "yeah sure" he teased as he winked at you.

Both you and him knew this was not a one time thing, even if you didn't want to admit that to him "yeah sure?" you asked him, he walked over to you with a look on his face that made you blush, he grabbed your chin softly and leaned closer to your mouth to kiss you but stopped.

He smirked as he could read your face clearly. Your lips were like a magnet to his as you kissed him. His lips, his silent moans and his warmth felt like an addiction.

You couldn't help yourself as you started to make out with him, his lips felt too good- He felt so good. You moaned into the kisses as he suddenly leaned back "just a one time thing, huh?" he teased.

[bnhabadass]

I found a wip from last year's kinktober that I never bothered posting. Better late than never! Hope you enjoy :)))

Dabi can’t stand the idea of bringing you back to the league’s base. Aside from the fact that he’d expose their location and risk ruining everything they’ve worked towards, he just couldn’t bear to think about how the others would react to a cute little thing like yourself in their presence. Twice would have a panic attack, Toga would try to cut you, and fucking hand man would probably drool all over himself if he caught sight of your midriff.

Unfortunately, he can't go to your place either any time he wants to get his dick wet. You live with your parents and help out with their business and, well, if a villain showed up on their front porch one day with a joint in one hand and condoms in the other, they’d never let you out of their sight.

And you’re such a pretty sight to behold with perfect tits he needs to suck on every time you see each other and juicy thighs he can’t help but mark with his scorching handprints. You really are perfection. You’re his favorite drug. You’re what he thinks about when he’s jerking himself at three a.m. in his corner of the hideout, back turned so the rest of the league can’t see what he’s doing.

The last time he saw you was a week ago—too long for him to go without his fix. You met behind a bar in the next town over and you jumped on each other as soon as you were together. His hands roamed everywhere. His tongue drew lines across your collarbone and he nipped and sucked on your neck so you were whimpering and begging for more.

He got you off once with your hands pressed against the brick building and his dick sliding back and forth against your puffy clit. He got you off again in the bar bathroom after a round of drinks and your perfect tush wiggling against his lap every time you reached over to take a sip of your beer. You knew what you were doing, placing your glass back on the table just beyond your reach.

Now a week has gone by, and Dabi’s putting his mask on so he can hop on the train without being recognized. You text him a mirror selfie with your panties peeking out from under your too-short skirt and he nearly bursts into flames then and there. Oh the things he’s gonna do to you when you’re back behind the bar.

[phantasmiac]

this isn’t smutty but mdni.

unintentional manwhore touya and insecure reader. he has an obscene body count but it’s just because he’s really horny all the time and has to do something about it. he’s never even attempted a relationship because he’s just never connected with anyone. but when touya loves something he loves so very hard. you’re the first person he connects with, and you make him want to try. and it feels amazing. he might not have any real relationship experience but he knows what the honeymoon stage is, and at first he assumes all these intense, unfamiliar feelings are just part of the cycle. but time goes on and he isn’t any less obsessed with you. he still gets butterflies around you and he doesn’t think he ever won’t. and it hits him that he’s found his person.

meanwhile, you’re terrified that he’s going to get bored of being with the same person eventually. you’re honestly afraid that he’ll cheat on you, and seeing some of the people he’s slept with in the past doesn’t help? you love him so much you don’t think you’d survive the heartbreak, and it eats away at you so much that you finally bring it up to him. and he just looks at you like you’re insane. and he thinks you are, a little bit, because he would actually rather swallow hot coals whole than sleep, kiss, sometimes even talk with anyone other than you. you’ve ruined him for anyone else point black period. you're his favorite person in the whole wide world, and now that he knows what love feels like he doesn’t want to go back. not to be dramatic but if someone flirts with him he literally gags a little bit?

he just loves being in love. don’t punish him for not knowing what he was missing out on before.

[harleys1nhawaii]

TEASE [dabi / todoroki touya x fem!reader]

he's close, you easily can tell.

he's rocking his hips to your wet core harder each time, with no remorse. you're squeling, tears blur your vision. he knows what he's doing to you, how good he makes you feel, like nobody else can. you can hear his grunts and low hisses under his breath. god, you think, being this fine has to be unfair. once you finally manage to open you eyes, you stare up at him. he looked breathtaking with his head thrown back and mouth open, brows furrowed with desire and lust. and kind of...cute. you can't help but giggle at the sight. when your voice catches your own ears, you realize you might've put yourself in a situation you'll regret soon. he lookes down at you, with a slight smirk plastered on his face. if you weren't soaking already, you swore you'd cum just by looking at his face like that.

"what's up, dollface?" he rocks his hips harder this time and steals a low cry from you. but you're already under him and destroyed, so why not play along your little teasing as well? "you look cute when you're close." you cheekily grin. "oh, do i?" now, his smile is bigger than yours. he brings his thumb to wipe the tears peeking around the corners of your eyes as he slams his body to yours one more time. "let's see how ya look like then, shall we?" he purrs. once you see how his eyes darken and his grip on your waist gets rougher, it's your time to panic.

he was close, you swore he was close. but when you came sooner than him it was frustrating. little did you know, though, he wasn't going to stop. not after your silly little teasing. he wasn't going to stop until he could cheekily observe your cumming face enough to picture it for any other time, later.

[wriothesleysgf]

it's rare that the league of villains gets to celebrate their victories, and this bar visit is certainly one that you'll remember. — DABI & F ! READER.

notes | [ex]plicit content - minors dni. established relationship, in public, thigh riding, heavy dirty talk ,pet names (puppy, darling, sweetheart), some degradation.

wc | >1k

all of your whiny pleas and empty threats fell upon deaf ears. after another successful league mission, a few of you ended up in a scummy dive bar on the outskirts of town — at least there they wouldn't question why a walking crocodile, frankenstein and his bride, an old-school clown, mister mood swings, and a bubbly girl with bloodstained garments walked in.

dabi had you sat on his lap in the corner of the booth you'd commandeered earlier on. one of his arms was wrapped around you protectively, with his hand resting under your baggy sweater, and the other nursed his beer. what wasn't obvious to those around you, was that his palm wasn't splayed out and settled against the small of your back, like one would assume, it was instead toying with the hem of your panties.

though he never made a move to touch you too indecently, the salacious whispers and rhythmic bouncing of his thigh had you reduced to putty in his hands. you moved your hips against him, desperate for some kind of friction between your legs. since you'd chosen to wear a skirt, you could feel the rough denim of dabi's jeans through the sheer underwear that you wore.

"needy fuckin' pup, ain't ya?" dabi bit your earlobe as he spoke in a low voice. "grindin' on my thigh, with all these people watching... what a filthy whore you are. want me to touch you, darlin'? bet y'r thinking about my fat fucking cock splitting you in half, makin' that pretty little cunt mould around me..."

his words had the desired effect. your movements sped up. in order to supress the moans threatening to escape your throat, you had no choice but to bite down on your bottom lip.

"i know you'd enjoy it if i threw you on this table and fucked you f'r everyone to see. let 'em all know you're mine, my dirty puppy, yeah? want me to claim you with a little audience, mutt? just thinkin' about you creaming on my cock in front of people 's making me hard, doll..."

dabi's hand slid further down your back, feverishly groping at your ass. he helped you maintain your pace as you bucked against him, frenzied movements practically begging for a release.

your boldness, a dying spark that began to fizzle out, however, as you hid your face in dabi's neck. his scent, a strange concoction of smoke, ash, and whiskey overwhelmed your senses, such intoxication only driving you to continue chasing your high.

"oh, sweetheart," your boyfriend adjusted himself to growl in your ear. "is my nasty pup goin' all soft on me?" he chuckled darkly, and although you couldn't see his face, you could feel the stapled smirk staring down at you. "c'mon, i wanna see if you can cum like this. i want you to finish getting yourself off on my thigh, mutt, you can do that, can't you? be good f'me, maybe i'll take you home and fuck you like the bitch in heat i know you are, yeah? or would you rather i take you out back to that alley... could hold you up against the wall and fuck y'r brains out... keep playin' with ya until you squirt all over my cock, make a big ol' mess, you'd like that. bet there's a big fucking mess in those cute panties you have on... god, i can feel ya tremblin'. go on, cum f'me, puppy,"

your orgasm hit as if it was the period to dabi's final command. he kept a firm hold on you, not wanting anybody to see you so vulnerable despite his prior words. the villain kissed your forehead as you unfurled from your current position, showing an oddly affectionate side that he reserved for your eyes only.

"they alright?" spinner interrupted, handing dabi an unopened bottle. "it looked like they were shaking,"

your face heated up, looking at dabi in a panic. he played it calm and collected as always, mentioning that it was likely the exhaustion from the mission and its prep taking a toll on your body, and that the two of you would be calling it a night early.

as the reptile turned around, you were still trying to combat the embarrassed disposition, which certainly wasn't made easier by dabi's following words.

"c'mon, darlin'. if you think that's the only time y'r cumming tonight, you're one stupid pup,"

[starstruckkittensweets]

Thinking about the first time you finally pluck up the courage to ask Dabi to let you touch his scars.

At first he shrugs it off, claiming that you’re not missing out on anything, that someone like you shouldn’t be touching someone like him anyway. But you’re persistent with your pleading, big eyes gazing up at him like he’s hung the moon and stars, lips quivering with every word you speak. And he feels that heavy weight deep inside his chest, the kind that twists and turns and makes him feel scared and warm all at once.

Fucking disgusting.

But he relents after days on end, letting you run your hands down the length of his body. His cheeks, his neck, his arms—and eventually he swallows his pride as you peel his shirt from his body, allowing you to drink in the sight of his marred skin.

He knows he’s not easy on the eyes. Not like you are; with your bright eyes and sweet smile and soft skin. He can’t figure out why you’d even want to get close to someone who looks the way he does. Someone who acts so bored and unbothered with everything going on around him, someone who only visits you for the occasional medical visit and maybe a night on your couch (or your bed, if he’s lucky). Someone who acts as though he couldn’t care less what happens to you or his little partners in crime.

But he’s seen the way you look at him. Savors the brush of your skin with every gentle touch, the softness of your lips when you reach up to kiss his scarred cheek. Grits his teeth when you trace your fingers down the line of staples across his chest, the barrier between smooth and ragged skin, a testament of the power he has within him. A reminder of the failure he’s always been.

“I know,” he chokes out, hoping he sounds stronger than he feels, “pretty damn ugly, huh?”

His throat closes up at the utter sadness in your eyes, the twitch of your jaw as you inch closer to him on the seat of the couch. The way you wrap your arms around his waist and pull him in close, his chin brushing the top of your head, your face pressed against the planes of his chest.

“No,” your voice is muffled against his chest, “not at all. You’re beautiful.”

He knows it’s a lie; no one’s ever called him beautiful before. He’s not dumb enough to believe it, anyway. He knows the truth.

But maybe he can let himself believe in this little white lie, just this once. To relish the touch of your skin against his own as he leans down to press his lips to your forehead.

[shockinglysubmissive]

Sorry this took so long. I've been lacking the motivation to write. But here is my fluffy Dabi trying to wrap a Christmas gift for you drabble.

The house was quiet... Too quiet. Dabi had told you that he was going to be busy at the house while you did some shopping. But now he was nowhere to be seen. Keeping your ears alert, you strain to hear anything. Finally, down the hall in your shared bedroom, you could make out the sounds of things shuffling.

"Dabs... You ok?" You call out, tapping lightly on the door. Your presence is met with a string of curses followed by a shout of 'don't come in'. Well, now that has your attention and there was no way in hell that you were going to listen to him. Slowly turning the door knob, you peer in and see a sight that nearly doubled you over in laughter.

Spread on the floor were a few boxes with colorful paper terribly taped around them. Dabi was sitting in the middle of the floor, smouldering scraps surrounding him from where his quirk got the better of him. He was currently trying to tape an oddly shaped package, with the paper crumpled around it. The piece of tape that he pulls is way too long, and instantly gets stuck on itself. More curses fall from his lips as he melts the tape with his quirk.

"Don't just fucking stand there. Either be useful, or get the fuck out." His words are harsh, but you've been with him long enough to know that he has no real anger behind them for you. Shaking your head, you plop down in the bed. This was the best present he could give you. Hours of entertainment. And he looks so cute with that annoyed scowl on his face so that was an added bonus. "Oh I'm so glad you are enjoying my misery." He grumbles under his breath, shooting you a side eyed glare.

"Awe. Poor baby. Now you know how your victims feel." You tease, reaching out to ruffle his hair. "but fine. I will give you some advice. Next year, just use gift bags."

[icameheretoreadstuff]

what the fuck is your plan now? part 2

Pairing: Dabi x F!Reader Warnings: 18+! MDNI!, NSFW, Smut, Choking, Public, Sexual tension, dry humping, multiple orgasm, Alittle angst, smut with feelings + Summary: You meet up with Dabi 3 weeks later, Youre too horny to care that youre basically fucking in public. A/N: masterpost & links are pinned on my tumblr. ///I had plans on writing soo much more of this smut, so ended up needing a part 3. part 1 . part 3

It's been 3 weeks since you last saw him. You had been working like crazy since then you and you haven't exactly had a proper orgasm. which was frustrating to say the least, You tried handling it by yourself but you knew it would feel so much better with him.

He always popped up inside your head whenever you were close. Him thrusting into you, his arms, his warmth and his frustratingly delicious lips. But your climax was always short and such a tease of an climax compared to the time when you were with him. In some ways he ruined it, cause now all you could think about was him.

which is why youre here. After last time you were so pissed off with yourself and at him but honestly you've reached the point where youre too horny to care.

You looked around you in the backalley from where you met last time. You sighed as you looked up twoards the sky, why did it have to be him? you chuckled as you laid your head into your hands.

You knew damn well why it had to be him. He knew how to make you cum like no one had ever managed before.

"I'm suprised to see you here" a familiar voice said. You looked up and opened your mouth to speak but nothing came out. His raspy voice rang inside your head as you looked at him, you felt your heart racing. Images of him kissing you last time you saw him came rushing back~

You blushed as you looked away "fuck you" you managed to say as he walked over to you. You were looking down at his shoes when he grabbed your chin and tilted up your head looking into his eyes "fuck me, huh?" he whispered "is that why youre here?" he teased as he rested his arm against the wall right above your head.

He looked at your lips as he smirked, you could feel your heart beat loud inside your chest "maybe" you whispered as you looked back into his eyes, he moved his hand from your chin and put his thumb on your lower lip as he stroked it.

for a breif moment you let out something you weren't sure was a good idea. You looked into his eyes "I can't get you out of my head" you admitted.

You looked away again when he smirked "you can't huh?" he moved your head facing him "and why is that?" he teased. You sighed "do you really need me to tell you?" you mumbled. He grinned as he stroked your chin "maybe" you couldn't help but notice the warmth coming from him, you wanted to taste his lips, bite his neck and-

He saw that your thoughts were racing by the look on your face. He hummed "I wonder how wet you are" he smirked while his hand moved twoards your tights.

You panicked for a while due to you were in public after all, in a fucking backalley and anyone could come at any minute. You looked around you causing him to smirk.

He slowly moved his hand down lower inside your pants, past your thong. You closed your eyes and melted completely. He was so close with his fingers, but he didn't move an inch. "Dabi" you whimpered as you felt like your entire body ignite.

At the instant contact with his fingers twoards your wet clit you silently moaned into his lips, when he grabbed your throat and smirked as he leaned you back twoards the wall "so wet for me" he pushed two fingers between your folds and started to thrust slowly into your core. "Fuck my fingers" he teased as his hand stopped moving. You moaned as you started to thrust on his fingers.

He grinned as his lips were now inches away from yours, you tried to kiss him when his hand around your throat held you back. His fingers began to thrust faster into you, you moaned as you couldn't help but to want more.

"Dabi" you whimpered as you moved your hands twoards his chest and gripped his coat tight "I need you" you said as you let out a moan. He grinned as he relished in seeing you like this. Horny, needy and thrusting yourself onto his fingers.

He hummed with his raspy voice "fuck" He looked at your hips "I need you" you whimpered "yeah?" he teased as he put another finger inside you, feeling your walls tighting around him. He groaned as he could feel his boner tightning up his pants.

You pulled him twoards you as you sighed happily when his lips were finally on yours. You moaned as his lips were needy and rough.

He whimpered as he kissed you, pushing his boner twoards your core. He moved his hand away, pulled down his pants just enough to let his clothed boner touch your core. He hummed between your sweet kisses as he grabbed your hips and held you up against the wall.

He thrusted into you slowly, he moaned as he felt his clothed cock on your thin layered tights. You wrapped your hands around his neck as his kisses made your head spin.

His boner was thrusting slowly and pressed into your core, making a puddle between you. You began to pant and moan as you felt you were close, "y/n" he whimpered "I wanna hear you cum" he whispered with his raspy delicious voice causing you to feel your chest heave. You grabbed his hair, causing him to smirk as you climaxed hard.

"more" you hummed, feeling addicted to his cock, his warmth and lips. As he thrusted into you he couldn't help but melt at the sight of you, As his hips became more rapid he began to notice how good it was to be this intimate with you and how much he and his cock had missed you and your sweet core.

He thrusted harder into you "I can't get you out of my head either" he admitted as he could feel your thin layered wet clit tease his cock. "Dabi~" you whimpered as his kisses grew more needy and passionate. He couldn't hold back anymore, He had teased you so much it only backfired.

While making out heavily, moans and humming escaped both of you "Fuck" he let out a raspy whimper as he thrusted into you "I can't hold back anymore, I need you" he whimpered into your lips as he could feel his whole body shake of arousal.

He let you down and pulled your pants down, you managed to push your pants down with your foot all the way down as he flipped out his throbbing cock. Your lips crashed instantly into his as he grabbed your thighs, held you up by your ass and pinned you up against the wall again, slipping his throbbing cock into you.

He moaned as he thrusted into you, you hummed as you wrapped your hands around his neck "you feel so fucking good y/n" he panted as he kissed you deeply "you feel so good on my cock" he huffed "ah, Fuck" he hummed.

His kisses made your head spin as he thrusted deep and slow into you, his raspy shaky breaths and moans while making out with you were driving you to the edge.

You began to pant as his hips clapped hard into you "cum with me" he huffed as he clapped his hips harder into you "mmfh" you moaned as you climaxed hard. He groaned as he thrusted hard into you "y/n" he panted as he thrusted deep into you and climaxed.

He slipped out of you, let you down and put on his pants. You grabbed some tissue paper from your pocket, cleaned yourself up and pulled your pants up.

"y/n-" he began but stopped when he saw the look on your face. You tried to breathe calmly but began to feel a little worried and sad as you knew this meant more than just a simple hook up for you.

You were confused and were scared to get hurt. "I live at *an adress*, so meet me there on friday if you care" you closed your eyes feeling his eyes burn at you "If you don't, please do not show up" you whispered, avoiding to look at him and walked off.

when you turned around you could see he was still standing there looking at you in the distance. Thinking about him, what you just admitted to yourself and what just happened between you two, you couldn't help but think loudly to yourself: what the fuck is your plan now?

[touyalove]

Touya loves you.

Touya loves you so much, and whenever he's coming back home after a long and tiering mission, all he wanna do is lay down on your bed. His head on top of your chest, and his chest resting on your puffy tummy that he just adores squeezing it. And after his long ass mission he loves listening to your heartbeat, it's like a lullaby. And you lazily playing with his hair, whispering sweet nothings in his ear. It's like honey for his soul.

Touya loves to feel his body on yours and vice versa. And he also loves the feeling of your soft hands drawing shooting circles on his scarred back and neck.

Whenever he's on a mission, he usually finds himself daydreaming about the two of you doing simple mundane things. Like cooking something, or dancing together under the sun, like two kids:) He loves you so much that his heart hurts, and his head's getting dizzy.

Touya loves to hold your hand.

Touya loves your smile.

Touya loves your scent.

Touya loves your heart.

Touya loves your soul.

Touya loves you as a whole because you're the most beautiful and special person in his entire world.

And Touya also misses you, whenever you're not by his side he misses you. Because for the first time, someone truly appreciates him for who he is, and values him. For the first time, someone cares about his wellbeing, his feelings.

You're truly special for him, and he's truly special for you.

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