#dabi is a protective boyfriend

[kelin-is-writing]

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.”

[edens-pen]

cw: angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, happy/hopeful ending, touya is actually a little dumb and very unaware but that's okay because he's touya

it was a fight that you and touya found yourselves in every couple of months. it'd been a little while since you two started sleeping together and somewhere in the midst of that, it was just as much sex as it was actually sleeping. or eating dinner. or eating breakfast, or watching that movie you love.

it was something more.

something touya actively said he did not want, and could not want, because he's "not gonna be your little boyfriend."

but he was acting like your boyfriend, and that wasn't something you could ignore. so when you suggested going to fuyumi's birthday party as a couple and not as fuyumi's roommate and brother, respectively, it turned into an argument.

of course you both still came to the party, you alone, and touya with a pretty little thing on his arm.

you're not naive, touya has lived so much life before you showed up but you'd never seen evidence of it until it was right in your face.

and touya looked so casual with it, almost bored with the way his arm was slung over her waist, easy with the way he whispered in her ear, and the giant sinking feeling opened in your stomach when his eyes flickered over to you.

see? we're not dating. i'm not your little boyfriend.

touya's stare is casually assholish, something you'd only seen the first few times you met him. something changed after the first time you two slept together, he looked at you differently, at least that's what you thought.

now, you couldn't really tell. not when he was lazily looking down at the woman in front of him, gripping her waist and dragging her body closer to his.

you bid fuyumi a goodnight, promising to catch up with her back at home and exit shouto's apartment with hot tears rolling down your cheeks.

embarrassment hit you in waves as you returned back to your home alone.

touya, for all his wit and charm, didn't expect you to react like that.

he expected screaming, yelling, maybe even a catfight and then you dragging him back to yours. he thought you'd react like the other girls, get in one last, amazing goodbye fuck and realize that's it.

he didn't expect you to look so crestfallen, he didn't expect tears to well up in your eyes, and he didn't expect it to hurt his feelings the way it did.

he's barely had a second to push off the woman he's been holding before fuyumi is dragging him by his collar into a corner, whisper-shouting at him.

"what in the mother fuck is wrong with you?" fuyumi is rarely so crass, but she looks genuinely mad at him.

before touya can answer her, shouto is sliding into the conversation. "touya, your girlfriend just left crying."

touya opens his mouth to argue, but then natsuo's in like a flood. "dude, why'd you bring that other girl in front of your girlfriend?"

"she's not my fuckin' girlfriend."

the sentence lands terribly among his siblings. fuyumi groans loudly, shouto frowns, and natsuo snickers.

"did you ask her to be your girlfriend and she said 'no'?" shouto asks, trying to piece together the missing portions of the story.

touya shakes his head, and before he can reply natsuo butts in again.

"how is she not your girlfriend?"

"i don't want to be her boyfriend," touya spits, feeling like a cornered dog at the moment.

fuyumi looks completely confused, "why?"

and touya...doesn't really have an answer. he's not boyfriend material. he's not gonna go home and meet your parents and be a regular stand up guy. he's too fucked up to be someone's boyfriend, much less yours.

when he doesn't answer fuyumi rolls her eyes. "have you considered, for even a single solitary second, that she just likes you, touya? maybe she wants to be your girlfriend?"

and it's hitting touya over the head how stupid he actually might be and once fuyumi realizes, she's releasing him, shoving him out the door.

"go make up with your girlfriend."

now a heavy pit is dropping in touya's stomach because all he can see is you crying and leaving, and not forgiving him, and he's already fucked all this up before he even had a chance to try it for real.

dread isn't something that touya feels often, if ever, but he feels it right now and he hates the way it's eating him.

when did he get like this? what the fuck did you do to him?

he's at your door before he realizes it, and it's way too soon because he doesn't even know what to say when you swing open the door and he meets your puffy, red-rimmed eyes. your cheeks are dry, but he can easily make out the tear tracks on them.

"i want to be your girlfriend—i want you to—" touya rushes out and when you quirk an eyebrow at him, he stammers and backtracks, and what the fuck have you done to him?

he's rushing because whatever this thing is that he's trying to save is pretty much extinguishing in front of him.

"i want to, we can date," touya takes a breath, pausing on his words, and you cross your arms over your chest, tilting your head to the side a bit. "ai'm sorry."

there's a pause and touya's looking at you, waiting for some sort of lifeline.

"for what?"

there you are.

"for bringing that other girl to the party, and for touching her, and letting her touch me," he's speaking too much now, but he couldn't shut up if you paid him.

finally, he grumbles out, "i wanna be your stupid fuckin' boyfriend."

the tension builds and the frown on your face deepens before you whisper, "you hurt my feelings."

a lifeline.

"i know, i'm sorry."

he's stepping in cautiously, and you're already wrapping your arms around him, fingers gripping him tightly.

"won't do that shit again," touya swears.

touya's never held something delicate in his hands and not turned it to ash.

and with you standing in front of him, still sniffling a little bit from the tears he made you cry...

he supposes he'll have to learn.

touya trying to do something toxic with me like he did with his ex girlfriends, but instead of making me crazy it just makes me cry

[inkykeiji]

Natsuo is kinda pissing me off to the point of me not liking him completely anymore *huffs*

LMAO oh my gosh anon!!! that’s some strong dislike!!! grrrrr today is Not Like Natsuo day, where we all collectively dislike natsuo for the time being <3

[kleftiko]

❦ FAMILY MEN

ft. aizawa, hawks, bakugo, dabi

MASTERLIST

—aizawa

your daughter looked up at eri as she taught the younger girl how to style hair clips and accessories. your daughter was just over a year old, curious about things but not good with coordination, so eri enjoyed being the big sister and teaching her all about fashion. and who was the model for her cosmetology lessons? none other than your husband, shota. there was nothing his girls couldn’t get away with, so he sat patiently as he graded work on the floor as they tugged and pulled on his black locks. every once in a while there was a wince or grimace on his face because they weren’t that gentle, but he didn’t say anything. you silently laughed watching them from across the room, thinking that you couldn’t have chosen a better man.

—hawks

the habitual babbling of your little boy rang through the kitchen. you looked up at the clock because you knew your boyfriend would be coming home around this time. it seemed your son was starting to get a sense of time by figuring out when his dad came back everyday. and just as planned, the front door flew open, and a rush of red flew in front of you, straight to the highchair as keigo lifted your son. the air was instantly filled with giggles and kisses as the hero greeted his pride and joy. for a minute you were an afterthought, going back to your work until he gave you a few sweet kisses in greeting, son still in his arms.

“can we have a girl next?” he asked and you smiled at him sarcastically.

“can i have a ring?”

—bakugo

you heard him shouting from the other room.

“don’t put that in your mouth! give me that!”

your daughter babbled in the same tone right back at him. despite not knowing how to speak yet, she gave her dad the exact same amount of attitude that he dished out. you were curious and apprehensive to see when she grew up.

“don’t talk to me that way!”

“katsuki!” you called. “keep it down.”

your husband emerged from the room, holding a freshly changed daughter on his hip who was muching happily on a clean diaper.

“she started it.” he grumbled and you rolled your eyes at his beef with an eight month old. “anyway, i—ow, shit!”

your daughter had bit his shoulder, obviously preferring her dad over the diaper.

—dabi

“i’m home!” you called but got no reply. you kicked off your shoes and went searching for your boys, only to find them in your bedroom. both were napping on the bed, dabi curled his body around his son as if to protect him from the world. your little boy had one hand grasping his dad’s shirt tightly, the other grabbing at dabi’s mouth, some fingers having pulled his lip down a bit. your heart melted at the sight, and you immediately sighed. your instinct was to curl up with them and hold them, but you couldn’t bring yourself to disturb them so you just watched fondly for a couple minutes before dabi’s eyes naturally fluttered open. he blinked a bit before noticing you.

“if he doesn’t get his hand out of my mouth i’m burning him.”

“toya, no.”

[crushmeeren]

࿐ megumi’s turn! dabi’s version can be found here. again, this is short and sweet so I could focus on editing, but I hope the pacing wasn’t too fast. it’s also softer than I intended it to be, soooooooooo enjoy. :D

⇢ ⇢ ⋆ FEM READER ⋆

࿐ master list link ࿐ kinktober master list

⋆ ⬪ KINKS INCLUDED ࿐ hints of hunter/prey, stalking, mask kink, breath play, a mixture of degradation and praise, yandere (ish?) vibes.

⇢ ⇢ megumi art by saucy britt ! ⇢ ⇢ @sikuthealien

┊ ༝ ᭝ ༝ short summary ༝ ᭝ ༝ ┊ ‣ ‣ ‣ ‣ Megumi’s your boyfriend, but he’s a bit too obsessed with you. He starts pretending to stalk you at night while wearing an oni mask to drive you even further into his arms and see him as your protector. It backfires when Megumi doesn’t realize that you found out it was him almost immediately. Nevertheless, you’re going along with it because you’re just as delusional about him.

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Whenever someone asks you “hey, what do you love about Megumi?”, well, a plethora of amazing things fill your mind. You could, and would, write love poems about that man for days.

But, there are two quirks of his that you love to mention.

First off, Megumi is truly horrendous at keeping secrets. His apathetic attitude may not broadcast that, but he’s a gossip. Only those closest to him know that it’s his guilty pleasure.

Secondly, if you looked up the definition of obsessive personality, Megumi’s pretty face would be pictured there.

You’re not complaining, no, you’re so in love with your boyfriend it makes you sick. It’s just, for as long as you’ve known him, he’s never had the ability to keep a secret. Not even to save his life. You’re privy to much more restricted info involving Yuuji and Gojo than you ever thought you’d be.

To piggyback off that, he’s also constantly worrying about your safety. He checks in on you often, and he gets this stormy expression whenever you refuse to take his concern as seriously as he wants.

The pathway to and from your work is all but seared into your brain. You’ve walked it alone so many times that you could do it with your eyes closed. So you’re not quite understanding why now, of all times, Megumi has deemed it unsafe. You’ve remained unscathed thus far.

And that’s why, when your sweet, obsessive boyfriend began stalking you on your way home from work late at night in an Oni mask and hoodie to cover his hair, you felt…. flattered. Were you creeped out? No. Should you have been? Probably. There’s no denying that the thrill of it gets your blood rushing, and the adrenaline high gives you goosebumps. You enjoy it, for lack of a better word.

Megumi, you assume, is more than likely trying to make a point. As misguided as it may be. When you first saw the masked man the night after yet another argument, you reasoned it was too much of a coincidence to ignore. At that time there was no proof connecting him to Megumi, but you had your suspicions.

When he asked about your walk home that very night, his forced nonchalance raised a red flag for you. Still, you didn’t mention you thought it was him. You did however snuggle close to him and rant about “your stalker”, begging him to protect you. Megumi sure as hell resembled a self satisfied cat when you did.

Afterwards, Megumi ended up pinning you to the bed with your knees touching your ears, whispering about how he’ll kill anyone who touches you. Now he does that each time you mention seeing “the stalker”, on your way home. A win - win, truly.

Granted, you were still wary about whether it really was him or not for the first few incidents. Then he made the mistake of hiding just around the corner of the alley you frequently pass and you caught a whiff of his extremely familiar cologne.

Not to mention you found the exact same Oni mask peaking out from under his bed a few days later. It looked as though he shoved it underneath in a frenzy, confident that it would suffice as a hiding place.

It didn’t.

You pretended you hadn’t seen it, waiting until Megumi went to get snacks from the kitchen before casually kicking it further under the bed and out of sight.

Safe to say, you’ve been allowing this to go on for much longer than you should have. It’s been almost an entire month. You’re curious to know if Megumi has any hunches that you’re aware it’s him, if only because you haven’t mentioned hide nor hair of filing a police report about it. Which would be the next logical step that any sane person would take.

In the back of your mind, you distantly wonder if you should be concerned that Megumi is so obsessed with you that he’s willing to go to such lengths to push you further into his arms.

You end up shrugging it off because you can’t judge him too harshly. You probably would’ve ended up doing something similar sooner or later if he hadn’t beaten you to the punch.

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Things come to head one night as you’re heading home.

The moon is bright, the stars are beautiful, but it does absolutely nothing to tame the trail of fire you’re leaving in your wake.

Work had been… enraging, to say the least. Your insufferable coworker had been on shift with you, and you’d seriously rather shove bamboo shoots under your nails than work with them.

They’re selfish, incompetent, a pick me, and you can’t fathom why your management keeps them on staff. Those motherfuckers.

After you had angrily tugged your coat on and gathered your things, you stormed out the door after having a rather heated conversation with your manager. You hadn’t checked your phone all night, and it completely slipped your mind to text Megumi when you left, as you usually did.

About halfway through your fuming journey the light of the street lamps bounce off of something shiny and it catches your eye. Your heart beat falters, head snapping towards the alleyway only to see a figure lurking in the shadows. Peering straight at you. The person is clothed in all black, hoodie securing their hair, but once you spy the Oni mask, you realize it’s Megumi. Again.

You roll your eyes, your only recently fading irritation sparking back to life. You exhale harshly through your nose, stuffing your hands further into your pockets and speed up. You are not in the mood to deal with this. The distance sound of sneakers scuffing the sidewalk as someone walks briskly has your fingers balling into fists.

Normally, the cold blooded thrill of being stalked switches your adrenaline into lust, leaving you drooling for Megumi by the time you get home. But currently it’s twisting into something ugly. The sensation of eyes constantly being locked on you has you desperately wanting to crawl out of your skin. It’s overwhelming, and not in a good way.

You speed up once more, jaw tightening to the point that your teeth may crack when Megumi matches your pace. You’re this close to breaking out into a jog as you turn the last corner to your block, but your ears start to twitch at the sudden absence of footsteps.

You whirl around ready to give your boyfriend a piece of your mind, but you freeze when you realize he’s gone. You grind your teeth in irritation because he obviously slipped away without you noticing. Clicking your tongue behind your teeth, you practically stomp past the last few houses toward your shared home.

Megumi better be ready to argue when he shows up.

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As soon as you get home you toss your stuff carelessly onto your bed and return back to the living room. Dropping down onto the couch, you sit stiffly, shoulders tense as you perch yourself on the edge.

A part of your brain scolds you, telling you that your boyfriend doesn’t necessarily deserve all the built up rage from the day. Megumi isn’t innocent though, and he does play a part in the chaotic mess you’ve created, so it’s obvious you need to talk to him.

It doesn’t take much longer for Megumi to show his face. The door creaks as it opens and closes, your palms starting to sweat the closer he gets. Megumi calls out to you in greeting, but the silence is deafening when you don’t bother to reply.

Megumi rounds the couch and freezes when he eyes your tense posture. His face is carefully blank, eyes flitting over your figure as he gingerly sits down next to you. You barely spare him a glance, Megumi’s brows pinching in concern as you return your stare to the TV in front of you.

“What’s wrong?” His tone is apprehensive as he rests a large palm on your knee, slender fingers squeezing reassuringly. You stiffen under the touch, unable to stop yourself from glaring hotly at him.

“Why the fuck have you been following me?” Your tone drips with venom, the slightest bit of guilt brewing when Megumi’s head jerks back as if you slapped him, lips parting and eyes widening.

Okay, so you definitely didn’t plan to get to straight into it, but evidently you can’t hold your tongue.

“That’s not, I mean —,” he starts to fumble over his words as he tries to come up with something convincing. His fingers dig into your knee and you sneer slightly, shifting to grip his wrist so tightly your knuckles turn white.

“Megumi,” you warn. “I know you’ve been following me. I found the Oni mask under your bed. Tell me why. Now,” you stress the last word and lock your heated gaze with his. His dark eyes flit back and forth across your face as he stays stiff for an ungodly amount of time. Just as the silence is becoming unbearable he wilts in his seat, sighing as his chin touches his chest.

Some of your fury fades when he lifts his head and looks at you with such sad eyes, a small frown on his mouth. Your hold on his bony wrist loosens considerably.

“I just,” he pauses, pursing his lips as he searches for the right words. “You make me feel, okay? Too much sometimes, and I get worried about your safety. I wanted you to see how dangerous it can be for you to be out there alone. I need you to need me, the same way I need you...” he mutters, cheeks flushing with embarrassment as he averts his gaze.

All the fight drains out of you, chest welling up with a warmth so intense it burns the tips of your ears.

“Gumi,” you say softly, moving to tenderly cradle the side of his jaw. He leans into it, eyes hopeful as he reaches up to place his hand over yours. “I do need you. You’re the only one I trust to protect me. You didn’t have to stalk me to get your point across,” you say with slight amusement, resting your forehead on his.

Megumi sighs softly, lids lowering. “I wasn’t going to keep it up at first, but then… I started to like the thrill of hunting you down,” he admits, sparking the tension between you. The warmth in your belly turns you gooey as you process his confession.

You hesitate before answering shyly. “I…liked it too.” Megumi’s expression shifts into something more humorous, a faint smirk quirking his lips.

“Oh?” He teases. You bite your lower lip, trailing your fingers feather light down the side of his throat and his breath hitches.

“Yeah,” you whisper, catching Megumi staring at your mouth with a dark hunger. He smoothes his hand up to your inner thigh, inching his face even further into your personal bubble.

“I want you,” he murmurs, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips. You moan lowly, tilting your head to get the perfect angle. Soft lips meet yours slowly, repeatedly, and the slick noise of it makes your pussy ache to be stretched by his cock.

You make out with your boyfriend until you’re seriously debating crawling into his lap and riding him right here on the couch. Delicately, you place your hands on his chest, the soft t-shirt brushing your palms, and you push to break the kiss.

“Go get the mask, Megumi.”

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It’s a rush to see who can get naked first.

Your clothes, and Megumi’s, are scattered along the floor of your bedroom. Megumi had eagerly pulled the mask from his back pack, and now you’re in bed spread out on your back, watching Megumi with bated breath as he slips it on.

Megumi has settled on his haunches between your thighs, adjusting the mask until it fits comfortably and covers his entire face. You have to bite your knuckles as he looms over you. He plants his hands on either side of your head while you stare up at him with stars in your eyes.

You’d practically begged him to make it rough, not wanting much, if any at all, foreplay involved.

You gently run your hands down the soft skin of Megumi’s taut stomach, fingers brushing over the thin patch of dark hair that leads to his cock. You wrap your fingers around his shaft, the decent weight of it against your palm turning you on just that much more. His hips twitch involuntarily when you squeeze playfully, slowly stroking as he moans your name.

Too soon he’s snatches your wrist away, causing you to pout up at him. He shakes his head and tugs your hand away from his dick.

“Turn over baby,” Megumi instructs, backing off enough to allow you to wiggle and shift freely until you’re flat on your belly. Your cheek squishes into the mattress, hands resting by your head, and your blood starts to sing when Megumi straddles the backs of your thighs.

The tingling sensation in your fingertips reminds you of the first time you had sex with Megumi, and it’s as if you’re experiencing that night all over again.

Your stomach clenches when a hard cock suddenly nestles against the swell of your ass. The smooth, warm skin dragging back and forth as Megumi rolls his hips for the friction.

“Are you gonna fuck me like this?” You ask excitedly. A sharp swat on the ass is your answer, a startled gasp ringing out as you fist the blanket.

“I never said you were allowed to speak. Bite your tongue unless I tell you otherwise, whore,” Megumi says coldly, spanking you once more to get his point across. You capture the tip of your tongue between your teeth and nod vigorously, your skin already warm to the touch and swelling.

The insult has your cheeks on fire from the inherent shame, but it feels incredible. Besides, you know he’ll be calling you a good girl soon enough.

Megumi shuffles down, rising up to his knees as he uses a thumb to spread your pussy open. It’s a slow press as he tries to work his cock inside you. His tip’s on the edge of popping in but then he slips, sliding down and bumping your clit instead. The jolt of sweet pleasure startles you, causing you to shove your face into the blanket and moan.

“Sorry,” Megumi snickers, but the bastard doesn’t carry an ounce of remorse in his voice.

He readjusts his angle, lining up his cock a bit better and then he’s sinking a quarter of the way into your tight pussy. It burns, you’re nowhere near wet enough to take him, and you think you could cum from the sensation alone.

He rocks his hips and steadily inches himself the rest of the way inside, using rolling motions until he’s pushed in to the hilt. Megumi decides to stay there, cock jerking and applying firm pressure to your cervix.

You hiss on your next inhale, a stab of pain making itself known. The feeling blends with the pleasure of being stretched so well and your pussy flutters involuntarily. Megumi gasps softly, supporting his weight with palms pushing against your upper back.

“Fuck, you’re so tight like this. You were made to take my cock,” Megumi praises, voice rising in pitch when you wiggle underneath him. You whine quietly in agreement, remembering to stay silent, and an approving hum comes from behind you.

Megumi looms over your back, fingers closing around your wrists to effectively pin you to the bed. He draws his hips back and snaps them forward powerfully, pelvis smacking loudly against your ass.

He builds up to a rough pace, the unyielding grasp on your wrist has your fingers going numb. Your boyfriend mercilessly pounds you into the mattress, cock pushing so deeply you swear you can feel him in your stomach. You cry out endlessly as overwhelming pleasure swells behind your bellybutton. You struggle to get free, but Megumi doesn’t allow you to budge.

If Megumi is making any noise, you can’t hear it over your own cries. Well, except for the few husky moans that spill unabashedly from his mouth before he can stop them. When you start to cum you shout his name so harshly into the sheets that it wrecks your voice. Your boyfriend curses hotly, slipping his cock free completely and flipping you onto your back before you can blink.

He pushes one thigh to your chest and shoves his cock back into you, his other hand latching around your throat as he leans in close.

“What the fuck did I say about speaking without permission?Are you deaf?” He snarls, the angry, distorted expression of the Oni mask becoming much more threatening in your fucked out state.

“I’m sorry,” you wheeze, both hands flying to grip his forearm.

Megumi clicks this tongue and squeezes hard briefly before shaking himself free of your hold.

“You’re sorry?” He sneers, pressing his palm to your face and covering the entirety of your mouth and nose. He completely cuts off your air and your eyes go wide, a burst of panic building in your chest. You can’t fucking breathe. “I’m going to teach you a lesson about listening to me. If you don’t want to pass out baby, you better cum on cock before you run out of air.”

You fist the sheets until you’re sure they’ll rip, eyes rolling back as Megumi fucks you into the mattress. The intensity of the situation and lack of oxygen fills your brain with molasses, ears ringing as your sole focus remains on cumming.

Mercifully, your pleasure starts to crest and peak into that familiar edge, the one that’s similar to the anticipation right before the big drop on a roller coaster. The smooth glide of Megumi’s cock continuously splitting you is more than enough to dangle you over the edge.

Your chest starts to heave, lungs burning as no air makes it way inside. You fumble with Megumi’s wrist, tugging desperately, but he whispers muffled encouragement through the covered mouth of the mask.

“C’mon, you can do it baby. You’re almost there, I can feel it. You’re such a good girl. Make that sweet pussy cum for me and I’ll let you breathe.”

The backs of your eyes start to sting, heart thumping so hard it pulsates throughout your entire body. Your vision swims and your thighs tense, Megumi’s nails biting into the sensitive skin on the underside of your thigh. White hot pleasure suddenly crashes into you, flowing like warm honey. The base of your skull digs into the mattress as you cum with a muffled scream.

Megumi immediately frees you and you gasp loudly, throat like sandpaper as you swallow oxygen the same way you drink water. The sensation of air filling your lungs drags your orgasm out ten fold and you start to push at Megumi’s chest when it gets overwhelming.

“Megumi,” you all but sob, pleading as you stare up at him with glazed eyes. He drops your thigh as he sits up, slipping his cock free with a hoarse groan as he strokes himself quickly. His lean body sags with relief as he cums, streaking your pussy and stomach with white.

He lets go of his still twitching cock, tip leaking pitifully onto the blankets, and pushes the mask off to throw it haphazardly aside. He pants harshly, cheeks scarlet as he runs a hand through his sweaty hair to keep it from sticking to his forehead. You squeeze your eyes shut and try to regain your bearings. You’re sure a headache is on the horizon as you rub your eyes with your knuckles.

The air in your room is humid and stuffy, the only noise being you and Megumi trying to catch your breath. Your boyfriend eventually slides off the bed to find his discarded shirt from earlier. You stay limp as he helps get you clean, Megumi opting to crawl up beside you and lay on his stomach afterwards.

He twists his head towards you and you mirror his position. Your entire being feels like jelly and you sigh contentedly when Megumi rubs a soothing hand up and down your back.

“Are you alright?” Your voice is scratchy as the adrenaline wears off and sleep starts to seep into your limbs.

Megumi snorts. “I should be asking you that. You’re the one who’s half asleep.”

You punch his shoulder halfheartedly and he laughs. “Whatever, can we go to bed now?”

“As long as you promise to take my concerns more seriously.”

“Fine, only if you promise not to stalk me through the streets like a lunatic.” Your eyes drift shut as you speak.

Megumi huffs. “Deal.”

“Keep the mask though, gumi.” You crack open an eyelid to smile playfully at him. Megumi lets out a startled laugh, but he agrees not to throw it away. He snuggles in close and kisses the side of your cheek several times.

[bokunokamijirou]

lowk hear me out:

post war, touya is recovering in the hospital, and rei comes and visits reader in jail to learn more about her son since they were dating 🥺

A Mother's Word

TouyaxF!Reader

ft. Rei Todoroki

You had told the guards no visitors. You knew if anyone were to come see you, it'd just be to laugh in your face.

The war wasn't kind to you, but it was harsher to your boyfriend, Touya. While he was burning alive with his family, you were attempting to subdue heroes far from your love.

It's what All For One insisted upon, so you had to listen.

But you didn't join the League for him. Not even for Touya. The message that Shigaraki was spreading about a world where people who were seen as villains had the same chances as heroes? That was something you wanted, no, needed to believe in. Your family abandoned you when you were younger, and you'd been running along the streets ever since.

You joined the League and found your new family, purpose, and the love of your life.

You just didn't know what it meant, loving Dabi. Because you didn't love him, no, well- maybe you did. But it was Touya, the man he was when it was just you two, alone- that's who you love.

So, imagine your surprise when you discover his own mother had arrived to visit you. You had only heard short stories about Rei, and you weren't entirely sure what to expect when you met her.

The guards approach you, asking if you'd see her. She hid behind them clutching her bag, but the sadness and exhaustion across her face made you feel sympathetic. He had her eyes, after all.

"Okay, just this once," you manage to croak out as you suddenly feel self-concsious. What could she want? Is Touya recovering still? Is Endeavour coming too? He better not, you'd go feral trying to hurt him. Even if Touya didn't want you to, you'd always hate that man for what he did to his family.

"I- I was just visiting Touya in the hospital yesterday" Rei says quietly as she stands in front of the bars caging you in. "He was asking about you."

"Typical Touya, worried more about me than he is about himself. I'm doing fine..." you reply coldly, avoiding eye contact.

"He- he said he wanted me to meet you." Rei placed her hand gently on the metal bars separating you both.

You stop and glance up at her, the way her eyes were pleading for answers made you freeze. "He said that to me too, before, you know-" you respond softly this time.

"Can you... can you tell me about him?" Rei's voice cracks as she asks.

"About him?" You look at her puzzled.

"My son, he was so young when he disappeared that I- what's he like?" Rei questioned, her eyes wide.

"Touya... Touya he's-" You start and choke back the tears that are trying to fall. "He's an idiot. He doesn't think before he jumps into danger because he's not afraid to die... that's how we met actually." You smile fondly as you wipe the small drops of water off your cheeks.

"I was supposed to just do recon for the League, my first solo mission. But it was a trap and the heroes had me cornered. I didn't know what to do- I froze. I was ready to give up. Then Touya just kind of showed up, right in front of me. Didn't even think twice."

Rei hesitantly smiles as she nods, "That sounds a lot like Touya, glad to know he didn't lose that part of him."

"He's protective, that's for sure. Got jealous easily... whenever they'd send me on missions without him he'd find some way to tag along. I think that ever since we met, it was like he felt he had to protect me... like he was afraid to ever lose me" you start to cry and let your head fall into your hands.

"Oh no, I'm so sorry dear. I didn't mean to make you cry," Rei frowns.

"I love him so much... you created a beautiful son- I just miss him so much" you manage to sob out.

Rei nods, wiping her own tears, “what else do you love about him?”

“He was honest with me… he told me about you all too, before we even started dating…”

Rei freezes, but continues listening.

“He’s a great listener. Lets me talk about anything. And god, when you get him started, he never shuts up…” You smile to yourself. “What I’d do to hear his stupid voice again…”

"He's going to be okay... he's recovering..." She smiles reassuringly but with a pang of sadness.

"Can you tell him something for me the next time you see him?" You ask her hopefully. Rei nods in response.

"No goodbyes, I'll see you soon, idiot." you smile and finally lift your head to meet Rei's eyes once more. She smiles and nods.

You didn’t think this was how you’d meet your future mother-in-law, but your relationship with Touya had never been predictable anyways.

[isabeauwolf]

Dabi x reader: As you Wish (Period Comfort)

It was back.

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

Your period had come.

Dammit.

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

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

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

For the next seven days.

Seven days of hell.

To make things worse, Dabi was dropping by tonight.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your period supplies and stash was running low.

Damn near out of almost everything.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A small smile graced your lips.

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

He replied immediately.

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

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

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

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

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

You passed out in a matter on seconds it.

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

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

Blinking and rubbing your eyes, groaning and yawning.

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

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

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

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

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

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

You watched him as you closed the door.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rising an eyebrow in amusement, "Again?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He fell asleep.

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

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

Not now, not ever.

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

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

💙----------🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥-----💙

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

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

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

[animekpopsimp]

I would like to do a request!

Head canons for Dabi, Hawks, Bakugo, Kirishima, and Aziawa with a civilian lover/partner?😩🫶 Maybe you could also add on how their friends react? I think it would be funny.👀

Plus any other you might wanna throw in <3

Ooh, I like this idea

Having a Civilian partner

Dabi

It comes as a surprise that Dabi would be willing to date anyone

Let alone a civilian

But being in a relationship with him means you've got a very protective villain boyfriend

Since you're a civilian, it's most likely that you either don't have a particularly strong quirk, or your quirk less

Regardless, Dabi will raise hell the moment you're in danger

He keeps you away from his villain work for the most part, but the others do eventually find out about you

Shigaraki is hesitant to trust you, but seeing your loyalty to Dabi, he learns to tolerate your presence

Kurogiri is more friendly, if not a little quiet

Toga really likes you since she's the only female member in the League of Villains

You may not be a part of their group, but she likes spending time with you

Twice likes you a lot as well, despite his conflicting statements at times

Spinner is indifferent

Hawks

Hawks absolutely adores you

You may not be a hero like him, but he doesn't care

Sure he may be judged for being in a relationship with a civilian, but he doesn't care

The fact that you're a civilian makes him want to protect you

He's especially on edge when the two of you are out in public since he knows that some villains might try to take advantage of how much he cares for you

He'll have an arm wrapped around you, keeping you close

When there's paparazzi around, he'll hide your face with his wings so they can't see you

Mirkou is the first of his friends you meet, and she instantly takes a liking to you

She tells you that if Hawks ever upsets you to come to her and she'll handle it

You met Endeavour by accident, and it didn't go well

He doesn't really respect you and Hawks' relationship, but you don't pay attention to that

At least you get along with one of his friends

Though you don't notice the person watching you, covered in scars....

Bakugo

Bakugo came off a standoffish when he meets you

He used to look down on people who weren't aiming to become heroes, but over time he's become a better person

Eventually, he finally admits that he likes you, and soon, the two of you are in a relationship

You ask about his friends, and he tells you he doesn't have any friends in his class

Kirishima would beg to differ

You end up meeting his classmates by accident when the two of you are out on a date

The Bakusquad notice the two of you and are shocked to see him with you

Mina runs up to the both of you, teasing Bakugo about the fact that he has a girlfriend

Kirishima, Sero, and Denki are all joining in as well

To be honest, they don't even realize that you weren't a hero in training

They really don't care

Mina immediately wants to be best friends since she's the only girl in the friend group

Meanwhile Kirishima, Sero, and Denki are asking you about any embarrassing stories you can tell the about Bakugo

Your boyfriend drags you away after that

Kirishima

You met Kirishima during middle school

He asked you our right before he began attending UA, promising that your relationship would last

Despite the two of you attending two different schools, you still meet up often

He doesn't try and hide your relationship, in fact, he mentions it to his friends when they ask if he's in a relationship

Mina,Denki, and Sero are all super excited, asking if they could ever meet you

Bakugo could care less

Kirishima decided to take his friends to meet you

Of course Bakugo is dragged along despite his protests

Mina immediately takes a liking to you and asks you a lot of questions

Denki and Sero are teasing Kirishima playfully

And Bakugo is staying silent

None of them judge you for not wanting to be a hero

Not even Bakugo

Aizawa

Aizawa doesn't care if you're a hero or civilian

Though he does enjoy the peace that being in a relationship with a civilian brings since you aren't in the spotlight

Though since he is a hero, he's often busy

But he always finds a way to spend time with you regardless

He doesn't talk much about his hero work since he wants to keep it separate from his life as a hero

Aizawa is very caring, even if he can come off a cold sometimes

Though you're one of the few people who has seen his soft side

He often worries that due to his hero work, you'll be targeted

Because of that, he can be a bit protective

He also, doesn't tell a lot of people about you. Not even his friends

Though they do eventually find out

Present Mic and Midnight insist on meeting you and eventually, Aizawa relents

Midnight immediately takes a liking to you, complimenting how pretty you are

She tells you that if Aizawa ever hurts you, she'll take care of him

Present Mic spends most of the time teasing your boyfriend

Needless to say they both adore you

[nnnyxie]

shigaraki, twice, mr. compress, & spinner with a civilian s/o

requested by @supernatural-hunter1

“Hi, I read your Dabi with a civilian S/O (aside from the other characters) I want to ask? how even more interesting it would be if the rest of the LOV (Shigaraki, Spinner, Mr. Compress, or whoever else would prefer?) also had a civilian S/O? (quirk or quirkless)”

these are all like,, pre-seasons 5-7

pt. one

shigaraki tomura / shimura tenko:

⤷ like i said with dabi, i don’t see him being with a civilian. or anyone.

⤷ but if he ended up with a (civilian) partner, i think he’d be protective. especially when it came to pros and the other members.

⤷ he’d be kinda shitty at first, i’ll be so fr.

⤷ it’s nothing like,, extreme. just him acting sort of petty and non communicative when it came to things that bothered him.

⤷ there was a point (early in the relationship) where you almost broke up but, he felt genuine fear at the thought of losing you—

⤷ so you both sat and had a really really really long talk.

⤷ he’s not great with words, or with anything, honestly. but, he begins to try for you. especially after that conversation.

⤷ though, there came a point in the relationship where he had to confess he was part of the league— and he was baffled by how well you took it (aka you already knew)(he didn’t hide it well or at all tbh).

⤷ which— speaking of— he finally introduced you to his… ‘colleagues’.

⤷ immediately toga was obsessed with you!! in the big sibling sort of way, of course.

⤷ the others had no choice but to trust his judgement so they were pretty decent towards you.

⤷ aside from toga, you and spinner got along the best. which worked well for shig since they both gamed together (my personal hc). so having his gaming buddy & partner get along was great.

⤷ anyways, i think as your relationship develops, he becomes a lot better and he’s able to voice his emotions more.

⤷ all in all, he’s a piece of shit at first but, with just a bit of communication, he becomes better. <3

twice / bubaigawara jin:

⤷ squeals

⤷ your relationship with him is oddly cute.

⤷ i think you started dating a year after he joined the league.

⤷ he’s the type to be friends first then eventually become lovers. (which i adore <3) (friends to lovers >>)

⤷ he’s vocal in ways that contradict his emotions (as we all know)

⤷ so communication is definitely hard.

⤷ but!! he eventually finds ways to convey his feelings without the troubles of misunderstanding.

⤷ he’s the type to go above and beyond for his partner. especially since he isn’t always able to voice his love without a sarcastic comment trailing behind.

⤷ twice is a gentle person, despite him being part of the league. which is what makes him a sweet boyfriend.

⤷ he slowly introduces you to the league. first starting off with toga— who immediately saw you as a big sibling. (i love jin and toga’s friendship. big bro & lil sis!!)

⤷ he’s very careful when he introduces you to the others. he knows how they are and isn’t sure what they’d do. (but he couldn’t keep hiding you anyways cause they were starting to piece it all together)

⤷ he’s very careful as to not have you close to the sights of their missions. he doesn’t want you getting hurt if there’s a fight.

⤷ again, he’s such a sweet and gentle boyfriend.

⤷ and you wouldn’t ask for anyone else!!

mr. compress / sako atsuhiro:

⤷ bbygorl……………

⤷ compress is such a gentleman <3

⤷ he pulls out your chair for you nd everything!!

⤷ i think he’s a very,, committed?? partner.

⤷ like— he’s the type to only date someone if he sees a future with them.

⤷ he’s very adamant on you meeting his ‘family’. (i like to think that, despite his status, he’s a big family guy)

⤷ he’s so polite and sweet, you wouldn’t even suspect he’s part of the league.

⤷ sooo when you found out he was, you were quite shocked. but accepted him nonetheless, you love him afterall.

⤷ anyways, i think the league has a hard time accepting you— except for toga & twice (those sweethearts)

⤷ he’s also a very protective partner. not in the crazy way but— in the way where he makes sure you’re never caught in the crossfire of his “wrongdoings”.

⤷ he’s such a good partner— i can’t stress that enough!!

⤷ he’s so “in a world of boys, he’s a gentleman” core… (let’s just ignore the fact that he’s a villain…)

⤷ he’s just a sweet cutie patootie

spinner / iguchi shuichi:

⤷ tbh i don’t see him being w anyone period. he seems too devoted to his ‘work’ to even think abt a relationship.

⤷ that being said… he’s a bit negligent as a partner.

⤷ he prioritizes his ‘job’ over you and it causes trouble in the relationship.

⤷ he wouldn’t be the best partner in the beginning.

⤷ it takes multiple talks and an ‘almost’ breakup before he gets his shit together.

⤷ but once he does— he’s truly a good partner.

⤷ his good treatment towards you isn’t the typical ‘one month and he goes back to before’ kind of thing. he continues to be a great boyfriend.

⤷ and going back to the multiple talks— you set some ground rules. you wanted to know where he was sneaking off to, who his friends are, and just what he does for a living.

⤷ this meant him introducing you to his… buddies…

⤷ personally, i think they all would like you (minus shiggy but he’s a lil bitch boy [/aff] so he doesn’t count)

⤷ they definitely trust his judgement considering how he is— which is harsh and a bit rude.

⤷ but anyways, he always keeps you out of the crossfires of his work. it’d destroy him if you ever got hurt or worse.

⤷ you made him into a little bit of a softie.. <3

sorry my pookies i was a teensy high writing this…

idk why but being high just gives me motivation to write…

[rishiguro]

BUSY THINKING ABOUT BOYFRIEND!DABI

a/n: more dabi.

boyfriend!dabi who never wanted to be so close to someone, yet found himself being drawn towards you from the moment you met, no matter how hard he tried to resist it.

boyfriend!dabi who loved to tease you from day one, finding it extremely attractive when you roll your eyes at him and turn away, unable to hide the smile on your face.

boyfriend!dabi who practically moved in with you, but not really - he himself however doesn't have a place so he always stays at yours.

boyfriend!dabi who wouldn't even dream of ever introducing you to the league, wanting to keep this side of his life as far away as possible from you.

boyfriend!dabi who gets more and more afraid the more time passes because he starts to share every part of him with you - even those which he told himself died a long time ago.

boyfriend!dabi who sometimes disappears for weeks without notice, always leaving you worried sick.

boyfriend!dabi who then shows up randomly one night with a slight smirk on his lips as he greets you so casually like he was never gone in the first place.

boyfriend!dabi who feels heartbroken when he watches you sleep next to him, seeing how you clutch against him, afraid that he'll disappear again.

boyfriend!dabi who can't believe that someone like you could truly love someone like him, deeply afraid that the warmth he feels with you is nothing but an illusion.

boyfriend!dabi who would never bring this up, not wanting to destroy the safe place he got with you - even if that place was fake.

boyfriend!dabi who slowly starts to realize that you do love him in the smallest of things; the faint blush on your cheeks when he teases you, the way your eyes light up when he enters the room and how you cling to him when you're asleep because surely nobody could fake that.

boyfriend!dabi who loves it when you run your fingers over his scars, instinctively closing his eyes whenever you do it.

boyfriend!dabi who keeps telling himself that he should push you away, but his heart aches every time he thinks about that.

boyfriend!dabi who hasn't had a home for most of his life and would give everything to protect the one he found with you.

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[frickingnerd]

dating dabi / touya todoroki

pairing: dabi / touya todoroki x gn!reader

tags: wholesome fluff, established romantic relationship, protective & jealous!dabi, dabi is bad at feelings, dabi trying to a good boyfriend for you, inexperienced!dabi (dating wise)

if you're dating dabi, it's going to stay a secret!

you absolutely can't tell your friends and family you are dating the dabi!

you know they'll try to talk some sense into you, to get you to leave the guy

after all, he's one of the most dangerous villains out there!

but they don't know touya the way you know him!

he would never hurt you!

quite the opposite, he's actually really protective of you and he doesn't even allow you to visit him when he's with the league

he wants to keep you away from his crimes and wants you to live a normal life

if he'll ever get caught, you'll be able to continue living a normal life without him

touya isn't the best when it comes to expressing his feelings for you, but he's trying so hard to be a good boyfriend for you

he hates all that cliche stuff like buying flowers and bringing you chocolate, but if you are into it, he'll do it anyways – but only for you!

it might be a bit of a surprise, but you are actually his first partner. he has never been with anyone before he met you

he knows even less about relationships than you do and it's kind of adorable–

in front of the league, he pretends like he gets any girl he wants and like he's been with countless people already, but only you know the truth about it all~

touya is a bit insecure about the fact that he doesn't have any dating experience, which shows in the form of jealousy

he's going to despise any boy that has ever shown interest in you, any ex boyfriends you had and so on

he won't out right say it, but he wishes he could've been the first guy you had ever fallen in love with

he wants to be your first for everything!

just like you were his first…

[seneon]

Hero!Dabi x k-pop idol!reader 🙏😫

★ the hero boyfriend and idol girlfriend, dabi.

the all-knowing dabi of the top ranked pro heroes. would the world be in absolute calamity when it knows that he's in a soul-tied relationship with the all-knowing k-pop idol— you? will the world come to accept the unexpected or fear and twist the unexpected?

first time the occurrence was made public was during one of your concerts— a tour around all of southeast asia and this tour was held in the city of kuala lumpur, malaysia. not long after your group began your show, villains have wreaked havoc upon the venue. god forbid that you are just like the other citizens there, for the villains have targeted your poor soul who is of innocence.

as you were hauled into the air from the stage below, the tentacles or arm or a slime-like thing of the villain was burned off with precision. and there you see the angered face mixed in with a cocky smirk that was carved at the corner of his lips.

gravity was never your friend. so you start to fall. but thank heavens, your super awesome pro hero dabi caught you just in time before you reached the ground and was about to plunge to death.

"touya!" you exclaimed and embraced him in primal fear, feeling his arms wrapped around your form as he leaned into you and gets a swift sniff of your hair. "you okay, y/n? sorry i was late. malaysians are demanding protection everywhere the moment i stepped in."

you pulled away and nodded, adding on a little hum. "m' okay. why are you here anyways?! you're stationed in japan!"

touya, hero name dabi, shots you a mischievous smile. "just wanted to see my girl perform in her first seasia show. you're doing great by the way. absolutely gorgeous. i'd snatch you off the stage and savour in your beauty but that'd ruin your group's show."

"weirdo. thanks for saving me. love you lots, touya," you chuckled and then cameras clicked. but nothing was ever confirmed by either you nor the hero. it'd be better for everything to just be rumours than to indulge in everyone's fantasies anyways.

note. this idea is way too good to not write 😳😳

© SENEON 2024 ♰ do not repost, alter, or translate.

[ferigrievous]

born to die.

⊹ ࣪ in which touya todoroki was born to die.

⤷ masterlist ; requests open

enji todorokis first mistake was marrying based on quirk.

his second, was touya todoroki.

a fire burning hotter than his father’s, and a body running colder than his mothers.

it was as if he was born to die.

“y’know,” the voice murmured, and in the dim light of the bathroom, you felt like you were hallucinating. your boyfriend sat on the edge of the tub, the air heavy with the scent of burnt flesh and antiseptic. his body was a canvas of agony, a tapestry of third-degree burns, scattered like cruel constellations across his already scarred and tortured skin. “you don't have to do this.”

you knelt beside him, touch gentle but firm, pinning his limbs down everytime he jolted or moved away. “y’know.” you shot back, dipping a cloth into a bowl of ice water, before pressing it down on a particularly angry burn on his abdomen. “i want to do this.”

you bit your lip as dabi winced, a low whine escaping his lips as he white knuckled the tub. his eyes never strayed from yours, the blue reminiscent of the flames that did this to him piercing straight into your soul. his breath was ragged, as if he was forcing himself to breathe, and you couldn't help but worry. 

“so, what happened this time?” you asked, as dabi fidgeted and fiddled with your hands, a silent demand for you to hold his.  you took it in yours and pressed a kiss to his knuckle, his fingertips, his palms. anywhere you could reach.

he grunted, shifting uncomfortably, and in the pale light, you could see the flush on his face. “had a bit of a run in with endeavor’s sidekicks,” dabi admitted, and before you could ask—

“don't worry, i got out fine. just a few burns. nothing major.”

“just a few burns?”

“yeah. just a few,” he retorted, but you could sense his tenseness. “i’ve had far worse than this,” 

you knew him well—and you knew he only ever grew tense with his emotions when you started questioning. but you couldn't help yourself.

“touya, please,” you pleaded, tugging on his hands. to your surprise, he relented, sighing as he leaned down. his forehead met yours, the intimacy of the moment not escaping either of you. “tell me the truth.” you demanded. 

“...i was careless.”

you knew he hated to admit it, but you knew better too. this was his coping mechanism, one not only unhealthy, but toxic. he sounded pained just to say those words, as if it was a confession he would rather die than make.

“i saw him on patrol, and i—i just got irrationally angry.” dabi murmured, and you squeezed his hands in sympathy. “i made the first move, i charged in without a plan or even thinking. im just lucky he was more focused on protecting the civilians than me.” his eyes met yours, and you could see the anguish in those pools of sapphire. “i shouldn’t have done that. im an idiot.”

he didn't have to say his name. you understood. you always did, and always would. this wasn't the first time he had lost his cool after seeing his father wandering the streets on patrol, the man who ruined his life without lifting a finger.

“dont– dont die on me,” you murmured, pulling down his head to press a small kiss on his lips. “i don't know what i’d do.”

“im not gonna die,” dabi hissed, tugging his hands away from you to bring them to your face. 

his touch had always been warm—comforting and inviting, yet dangerous and destructive. he could kill you in an instant, burning your body hotter than you could comprehend, charring your body and blood to ash in a fraction of a second.

somehow, you didn't seem to mind.

your face burned as dabi pressed his forehead against yours, blue eyes burning a hole through you. “i’d be crazy to let death take me before i marry you, love.”

marry… me?

dabi rolled his eyes, a huff of amusement escaping his lips as you stared up at him in shock. “are you deaf, sugar?“ he teased. 

the flush on your face burned brighter, as dabi grinned back at you, before suddenly pulling you up from your crouch. in your surprise, you fell onto his lap as he balanced on the tub edge, hands bracing his scarred shoulders. he wrapped his hands around your waist, legs caging him in on either side. “im saying,” he murmured, lips brushing against yours, “im planning to marry you.”

“n if it were up to me i’d marry you right now.” his teeth snagged your bottom lip, biting down gently on the soft flesh. he soothed it with a kiss, before his words came in a low, seductive whisper. “i’d have you wearing my ring, and my name. no one could touch you.” his eyes darkened, teeth scraping against your earlobe.

“..really?”

dabi nodded against your neck, lips brushing against your exposed skin. “absolutely,” he muttered, placing open mouthed kisses along the column of your throat. “id give you everything you ever dreamed of,” dabi whispered. 

you shuddered, hands tangling into his messy, haphazard hair. one of his hands strayed to your waist, pulling at the hem of your shirt as his mouth found its way to the sensitive dip just below your jaw—

“– touya!”

“sorry, sorry, baby.”

dabi winced, pulling away from your neck as you pulled particularly hard on the bandage you were wrapping him with. “watch it sweetheart,” he muttered, as you gave him a disapproving frown. “you might be my next burn victim.”

“it’s your own fault for getting injured,” you muttered, ignoring his empty threats and finishing the last of your wrapping, securing the ends by tucking it in, and under.

dabi rolled his eyes, gingerly picking at the ends of his bandages. “you worry too much,” he mumbled, “i’ve been doing this for years. its nothing i can’t handle.”

“you’re literally falling apart at the seams, love.”

“like i said, nothin’ i cant handle.”

a frown found itself on your face, as your fingers wrapped around his bandaged wrist. you felt him tense for a moment under your touch, and in the dim lighting of the bathroom you could see his adam’s apple bob as he swallowed. letting go, you reached for another roll of bandages, starting on the large wound on his calf. 

“i know,” you said softly, “but im still going to worry about you.” your thumb brushed against his pulse, the beat of his life steady against the pad of your thumb.

dabi groaned, head falling back against the tub. “gods,” he muttered, blue eyes meeting yours. “you’re not gonna drop it, are you?” you shook your head, and he let out a long, exasperated groan.

he let go of you, and you tumbled to the ground with a dramatic groan. “you’re the most stubborn man i’ve ever met,” dabi muttered, as you rolled your eyes fondly.

"and you love me for it." you rummaged through the first aid kit "now don't move, i have to sew you up."

his eyes watched you work, admiring the way you moved with practiced ease. your hands, though they were shaking slightly, pulled the needle through his burnt flesh with the precision of a surgeon. one that specialized in over the counter bathroom surgeries.

“so,” your boyfriend drawled, pointedly ignoring your words as his fingers tracing invisible patterns across your shoulders. “about that proposal–”

“what about it?”

dabi rolled his eyes at your dry response. “come on, sugar,” he teased, “dont be so cold on me. just imagine it. y/n todoroki.” he grinned at the way you froze under his gaze. “you’d love it. everyone would know whose husband you are. everyone would see the ring on your pretty fingers, and know that you’re mine.”

“and just imagine, waking up next to me every day,” dabi murmured, pulling your chin to his. his lips brushed against yours as you stared at him, frozen in shock and disbelief. “we’d have a big house, with plenty of extra room for kids...”

your heart pounded in your ears, but dabi only smirked at the clear effect he had on you. “you'd be a great parent,” he whispered, lips ghosting along the crown of your head.

you shut your eyes and turned away from him, clenching the needle tightly as if it was your lifeline. you wanted nothing more to fulfill that wish of his. dabi– no, touya, didn't ask for much, if anything, and you felt like you owed it to him after sticking by your side for so long.

“be quiet and let me do my job.”

dabi tensed as the needle sank into his skin, a low hiss of pain escaping his lips. despite the pain, however, he continued to watch you. “y’know,,” he muttered once you finished the first stitch, “i was planning to do some elaborate proposal,” he murmured. 

the needle pulled through, and you tied off the stitch. “what kind?” you murmured, moving to the next injury.

dabi shuddered at the prick of the needle, eyes falling close as he thought. “well...,” he began, voice low. “probably a big gathering of everyone we knew... and then i’d get down on one knee—”

“i’m pretty sure you’d never do that,” you muttered, pulling the thread tight just to hear him hiss in pain. “it hurts me just thinking about it.” 

dabi scowled, shoving you teasingly. “i would!”

“you’d probably propose to me in the middle of a battle, love.”

dabi snorted. “how did you know?” 

he yelped as you tightened the thread to a borderline excessive tension, shooting you a glare through squinted eyes. “i’d be on the ground, at all those stupid heroes’ feet, you standing next to me. i’d turn to you, and say in my loudest villain voice, ‘will you marry me?’” you couldn’t help but giggle.

“and then everyone would watch you say yes,” he grinned, blue eyes gleaming. “and all those heroes would know you’re my everything.”

he paused, looking off into the distance. “id take you back to the league’s hideout,” dabi mused, eyes meeting yours. “take care of you then, kiss you till you’re breathless,” his fingers traced the curve of your cheek.

“you’d wear something pretty,” he said softly, thumb brushing along your lower lip. “and we’d spend that night together. i’d kiss every inch of you, worship you.”

you knew he was getting far too into the scene from the flush of his cheeks, but couldn’t find it in you to stop. it was far too interesting, listening to his ideas. “quit it, love.”

dabi pouted at your demand, but obligingly stopped all movement. you grinned, satisfied, and went back to work. humming a song to fill the silence, it wasn’t long until dabi joined in. his deep voice rumbled in his chest, making your own hum shudder and stutter.

you finished the last stitch, tying it in a neat bow before clipping the excess string. dabi grinned as your fingers brushed against uninjured skin, a shiver running down his spine.

smiling softly, you laid your head on his knee, tracing the shapes of the burns on his hand with care. “i love you,” you whispered, hoping he heard the depths at which you meant it.

dabi didn’t reply for a long moment. instead, you felt him lift you up and press his lips against the crown of your head. “i don’t think,” he mumbled, “you get how much i love you.”

“but im going to spend every day of our lives together to show you,” dabi muttered. “you’re mine, and i will do everything i can to make you happy.” he pressed another kiss to your temple, eyes closing as he breathed you in.

“you want to travel the world?” he whispered, lips brushing against your hair. you shifted to sit on his leg, resting your head on the space between his shoulder and head. 

“I’ll take you to france, and italy.” he muttered, eyes opening to meet yours. 

“i’ll buy you all those pretty dresses and shoes,” his hands roamed under your shirt, his touch leaving goosebumps in their wake. “and you’d be so gorgeous in them…” 

“–can we go to the states?”

dabi raised an eyebrow at you, amusement dancing in his eyes. “you want to go to that hellhole?” 

you nodded enthusiastically, eyes sparkling with excitement. dabi shrugged, pulling you closer to him as he continued listing off places. “then we’ll go to hawaii,” dabi declared. “i’ll buy you a nice little swimming costume, and we can eat those… what are they called. pineapples.”

“..pineapples?”

“yeah, the little yellow fruits.” dabi grinned, a sparkle of mischief in his eyes. “we’ll spend all day on the beach, lying in the sand…” his mouth descended to the space between your neck and shoulder, pressing a gentle kiss to your skin. “we’ll drink those little cocktails. and at night,” his voice dropped to a low murmur, “i’ll make you scream till your hoarse.”

“you’re gross.”

dabi merely raised an eyebrow, fingers dancing along your skin in a way that had your heart rate stuttering. “i promise you, sugar,” he muttered, “you wouldn’t be saying that at all in my hypothetical scenario.” 

you rolled your eyes, holding up his hands to fidget with the metal embedded into his skin. “is that so?”

dabi flashed a mischievous smirk, hands slipping under your shirt to run up the expanse of your skin. “yes,” he murmured softly, teeth grazing against the skin of your neck, “it just might convince you to marry me.”

you felt yourself flush, heat filling your cheeks at the implication. dabi knew exactly what he was doing to you, you thought, as he continued to trail his fingers up and down your stomach. he had you pinned underneath him, his weight pressing tantalisingly against you. dabi was so close, and yet not nearly close enough.

“maybe instead of daydreamin’ about travelin’ the world, we should settle down here, for once.” you murmur against his skin. “maybe get an apartment. or somethin’”

dabi hummed as his mouth roamed just along the underside of your jaw, teeth nipping at your earlobe. “yeah?” he murmured, hand moving to rest on your waist. he nuzzled into the crook of your neck, lips brushing delicately against your skin. 

“i’d like that,” he mumbled, and you felt more than heard the admission against your skin. “i’d like that alot.”

“no more living in the hovel that is this bar,” dabi muttered as he pressed a kiss to your chin. “no more having to be quiet when we’re alone together…” he pressed a kiss under your jaw, mouth trailing down the column of your throat. 

he hummed against your adam’s apple, sending a shiver down your spine. “we should get a place with a big window…” dabi murmured, breath hot against your skin. he moved to press kisses along your collarbone. “--why so?”

dabi pulled his mouth away from your skin, moving up to look at you. his eyes were dark as he looked at you, voice low and husky as he responded. “so then i can have breakfast waiting on the table in front of it.. and i can see you slowly waking up as you drink your coffee,” he muttered, kissing every place he could reach.

“still hazy under the sun…” dabi pulled away to press another kiss to your jaw. “and i can kiss you against the window.”

“and if anyone’s looking,” dabi said teasingly, eyes gleaming as he looked up at you through his lashes. “they can see you belong to me, sugar.”

you let his words hang, content with the silence that filled the room. you don't know how many times you’ve found yourself in the league’s bathroom, tending to your boyfriend's wounds. but this time, you felt it was different. that maybe this might be the last time.

“would you let me?” 

“would i let you do what?”

dabi shifted slightly, his mouth moving to that sweet spot behind your ear. “put a ring on your finger,” he said lowly, voice low and deep, “and promise to worship you forever till we’re old.” 

one of his hands trailed up your shirt, tracing the contours of your side as he gently pressed open mouthed kisses to your skin.

“i think id rather shoot myself than get married to a bitch like you.” you hum, moving your head so he could get better access to your neck. he smelled good. burnt, but good. you’d have to ask him if you could use his body wash sometime.

dabi’s mouth moved up to bite at your lob, his teeth pulling deliciously at your skin. “im not kidding, sugar,” he murmured, voice low and gravely. “you’d be the only person in the whole world who would get a ring from me. and you’d be the only person i’d ever kneel for.”

you stopped at that. “not– not even shigiraki? or stain ? or even all for one?” is this guy out of his mind?

dabi’s lips quirked up, and you could see the edge of a mocking smile. “no,” he muttered, one hand traveling up to tilt your face to his. “just you.” he flashed a small smile, his lips brushing against yours. “the only person worth kneeling for.”

“..then why are you part of the league? just for fun?”

dabi huffed out a laugh, rolling off of you and onto the empty space beside you. “well,” he murmured, voice low and slightly raspy. “you have to work for those expensive vacations, sugar. a man can dream.” 

he flashed a grin as your face lit up with laughter, pulling you into his chest. “don’t laugh like that,” he muttered against your skin. “ill get addicted.”

you let out a laugh at his admission, fingers tangling into the strands of his hair. “then get addicted,” you murmured, voice low as you pressed a kiss to his lips. 

dabi hummed, his arms wrapping around you and pulling you tightly against him. “i already am,” he muttered, teeth nipping at your lower lip.

“you’re everything i’ve wanted, sugar,” dabi whispered lowly, one hand tangling in your hair as he pulled you onto his lap. “and everything ive needed.” he pulled you into another dizzying kiss, all tongue and teeth.

his hands roamed all over your body, fingers tracing every dip and slope of skin he could reach as he kissed you till you were breathless.

and then there was no more talking. just lips against lips, and heat in the cool, dark night. 

it was a transformation, a revelation. under the layers of pain and trauma, was the heart of a boy desperately craving love and acceptance. and now, finally, he had found it in you.

[kelin-is-writing]

warnings: +18, friends to lovers, fluff, masturbation, protected sex, fingering, slight spanking, overstimulation, pet names, dirty talk, dabi is a huge tease who’s actually losing it inside, reader is “dabi touch” starved (yup, i made a whole new category only for him, so what about it? 🤨), let me know if i missed anything!

pairing: dabi x fem!reader

synopsis: it’s been days since you’ve last seen dabi. you just can’t help think about him and his touch that always has you melting, that’s why you thought of taking care of the heat between your legs yourself only to get caught by someone who chooses to lend you an hand, by all meanigs.

words count: 5,4k (well damn...)

notes: dabi is hot as hell and i’m terribly late, that’s it...

you just came back to your apartment after having the most stressful and awkward dinner with your date that your parents set for you; they were becoming just so unbearable with their talks about marriage, at 24! marriage! when as of now you were so busy with your studies and all, like... they were so noisy about it too. it came to the point your father went and set a blind date for you with one of his friend’s sons and you shivered repulsed by the idea of having some arrogant, narcisistic, stuck up dumbass as boyfriend who’s sole purpose in life is buy expensive cars, name them and care more about those junks than their partner. so yeah! thanks, but no thanks.

besides, you already had someone you liked, a lot too. it took you some time to actually realize it, but in the end you did it and that’s what’s important, right?

it was a very weird relationship the one you have with this guy; you two met at a bar, that nobody knew about, some months ago and he had the aura of someone that didn’t want to be bothered so you thought better to not approach him, the guy approached you instead when after you’ve had one two many drinks you stood from your seat and wobbled nearly falling on him who caught you right away with no problem.

his hands were so warm against your skin and it made you lean on him more. when you looked up at the boy your eyes locked with his beautiful turquoise one and everything around stopped suddenly. that night he accompanied you home after your drunk blabbering and clingy self whined about wanting him to, so he did.

since then it had become a routine for you to go at the bar, find dabi and chat with him for hours until he would accompany you back to your apartment. sometimes he would also stop by between every mission of his and spend some time with you, under your pouty request. he has never declined though, so it was safe to think he wanted to spend time with you too. a very good chemistry has been forming between the two of you.

now that you think about... maybe you’ve actually always been in love with the villain since day one, so what took you so long?

if you knew that he was a villain? of course you did. he and the other members of the ‘league of villains’  would appear on the news every day, so how could you not? did you care? no. where you scared? no. why? because dabi has never tried to hurt you, not even once. he would tease you relentlessly and poke fun at you from time to time, but he has never hurt you once until now. that’s why, for you, there was no reason to be scared of him.

you threw yourself on your bed face down and sinked into it exhausted from that night (you know it won’t even be the last until you find a partner...), on top of that while thinking about dabi you’ve started to miss him! it has been weeks since the last time he has visited and you’re starting to worry, but also miss his warm touch on you like crazy.

the way he would sometimes brush his hand across your cheek to move away a strand of hair, when he's sitting with elbows on the head of the couch and his hand would go to rest on your shoulder after a while or when the back of his hand ever so slightly touches your thighs when he moves on the couch.

an image inside your brain of his hand sneaking between your legs and touching your cunt made you jump on place, hands resting on the cushion as you lifted your upper body staring in front of you horrified with cheeks flaming red.

oh my god... have i lost it? am i that sexually frustrated?, you thought with yourself plopping onto your bed with a ‘poof’ once again, face smashed against the cushion in pure shame. your whole body has started to feel hot all of a sudden too and your eyes were becoming watery, the amount of power dabi had on you even when he wasn’t there is actually unbelievable. the cushion and sheets has also started to smell like him... when he has never been in your room once since you two met! god this was another whole level of absurdity.

you peaked your eyes from the cushion biting down on your bottom lip unsure of what to do, especially since you’ve now started to feel your panties get soaked after that image your brain made for you. do friends actually do those kind of things while thinking about each others?

but well... h-he will never know about this... so maybe... just a little...?, you reassure yourself while turning your head to the side and reaching down between your legs with an hand, resting index and middle finger against your pussy through both panties and stockings too, an heavy sigh leaving your parted lips.

you imagined your fingers being either dabi’s or even better... his cock, the thought only made you start stroke yourself with a quicker pace swallowing hard as your brain drew inside your mind the image of you two being tangled together and his dick deep inside you while you moan, moan and cry out his name, just like you’re doing right now. it was such a blissful feeling, even though it wasn’t enough to quiet your longing for him and his touch, but guess you just had to deal with it.

when a knot started forming inside your lower abdomen and you felt your pussy start aching for a release, you started to stroke it faster and faster while moving your hips to meet them, pitiful sobs leaving your mouth as you tried to reach your climax. all this while thinking of being fucked in every way possible by dabi.

“ngh–! ahh... ahh... urk! ahn...”, you kept moaning while gritting your teethes moving your fingers up and down, even in circles quickly only to find your on wanted and needed orgasm.

while moving them frantically, you suddenly moved them in a way that made that knot tighten up more and you feel your hips stutter for a moment there, but it wasn’t quite there yet... that’s why you kept on stroking at an erratic pace, finally after few last strokes your whole body felt a jolt of pleasure that made you tense up and stop any movement while your orgasm hit you strongly.

“dabi!”, you moaned aloud in a heavy pant, mouth open in an ‘o’ shape as your breath hitched inside your throat.

“did you call for me, princess?”

at hearing that deep husky voice, you froze on spot coming down from your high in a second, completely pale on your face. this wasn’t really happening. this was all a dream. please let it be!

you stood quickly from your bed turning toward the door and, god, he was right there in the doorway leaning against the side with arms crossed over his chest, a smug grin on his face that made your heart skip a beat and look down completely embarrassed by that situation. you should seriously start lock the door of the balcony, because what the hell is this?!

“now, would you look at that? did you really just masturbate thinking of me?”, he teased you, of course, bet he found it revolting that you just touched yourself with him in mind. you wanted to disappear! get swallowed by the ground! oh my god!

trying to collect yourself, for as much as you could, you breathed in from your nose before looking up at him awkwardly, cheeks burning with embarrassment under his intense gaze.

“this... ehm... it’s just that...”, unfortunately for you your brain was in a total black out the more you tried to justify what you just did, one hand going behind to push down your skirt and the other doing the same from the front, trying to hide the proof of your misbehavior like a kid who has taken a candy without permission from their parents.

dabi left his arms fall down to his sides and walked up to you until he wasn’t an inch away from you, turquoise eyes gazing down at you darkly as you swallowed a lump in your throat before parting your lips to speak, only to get beaten on it by the villain:

“what a dirty girl you are, princess”, he spoke with low voice and a cocky smirk on his lips; something about him was so... intimidating right now, he looked more than ready to devour you and that sent shivers down your spine.

“i’m sorry... i–”

“want me to help you with it?”, dabi cut you off placing both hands on your hips and pulling you flush against his body, a spark of pleasure erupted right between your legs making you gasp an inch away from his lips. “bet you thought about my fingers, or maybe my dick.”, he concluded with a mischievous full teethes grin that made your legs tremble, mind becoming fuzzy because of the sudden heat that started to invade every corner of your room.

“what? no! that’s–!”, you got cut off by a little shriek leaving your lips when feeling his hands cup your butt cheeks giving them a squeeze, he then started fondling them slowly making you curl up against his chest as you bit down on your lip.

“god, the way your ass was wiggling... it was so hot to watch... i nearly came at that sight you know...”, dabi spoke huskily in your ear while giving a brief spank to your left butt cheek, you jumped at that straightening up your back right away.

then you suddenly felt his right hand lift your skirt from behind and sneak it inside your stockings pressing his index and middle fingers against your pussy; when feeling how wet you were the boy hissed between his teethes before letting out a dragged groan as he kept on coating his digits with your juices making you whimper and moan while holding onto his white shirt, knees bucking as pleasure started to build up inside of you once again.

“ahh... dahbi...!”, you started moaning as you felt his fingers stroking you from behind eagerly, he wanted to hear you moan much louder than this. your voice moaning his name was music to his ears.

“tell me, why were you touching yourself thinking of me?”, the villain questioned surrounding your waist with one arm to hold you closer, peeking at his hand inside your stockings moving and... damn... it wasn’t enough, at all.

you looked up at him panting and pressing yourself against him more, eyes filled with lust as he kept touching you through your panties slowly but pressing hard between your clothed folds, even going as far as to tease your clit.

“because... i m-missed you...?”, was your answer that sounded more like a question, the overbearing pleasure making you drop your arms to your sides while staring up at him with gaping mouth.

“and you masturbate only ‘cause you miss me?”, you nodded dazed, wanting more of his touch, he stared down at you with a wolfish smirk. “be honest princess, come on now.”, he added snorting sarcastically as he took his hand out and then lifted the front of your skirt sneaking it inside your panties right away, at feeling his fingers touch your cunt directly you gasped holding onto the sleeves of his black jacket letting out a shaky moan.

“because i– i missed your touch...”, you answered him sighing heavily, turned on by the way his gaze had turned even darker with hunger and yearning for you plastered all over his face.

“and?”, he kept on, a groan coming out from his gritted teethes as he felt his fingers getting drenched in your juices.

you bit your bottom lip while pressing your chest against his, hips eagerly moving in sync with dabi’s strokes to get more friction.

“i love you...”, you finally confessed panting right in front of his lips, your honey dripping gaze locked with his and screaming at him how this wasn’t nearly enough for you.

“that’s it good girl. that’s what i wanted to hear.”, and as if on cue his middle finger went inside your hole leaving you breathless at that new found sensation, his long sturdy fingers stroking your walls slowly, savoring the pleasure radiating from your face. “god... do you know what that expression does to me? here, look.”, he took your hand with his free one putting it over his crotch, letting out a dragged groan while throwing his head back with a devilish smirk on his face.

feeling the bulge inside his pants so huge and hard against your palm, your mouth started to become watery to the point you were afraid you would drool right there on the spot and the way dabi was feeling it made everything so much better.

you were so entranced by the gorgeous sight in front of you, that when he looked back down at you while licking his teethes you jumped slightly and that made him grin wider.

“oh you have no idea of the things i want to do to you...”, he whispered before shoving his tongue inside your mouth, adding his forefinger to the other digit inside your pussy making you moan into the kiss.

at hearing his words your walls tightened around his fingers humming against his lips, hand starting to move up and down on his shaft making his breath hitch before he groaned tilting his head to the side.

after a while you two parted from one another and your eyes looked toward him feverishly, heart thumping hard in your chest and you kept moving on his hand feeling his fingers curl up along your walls while the end of his digits stroked against your clit, creating the perfect friction.

“show me then... please...”, you practically begged resting your hands on his hips hooking your indexes to his pants tugging them down, cheeks completely red both from the embarrassment because of what you just said but also the unbearable heat exploding inside of you.

his eyes widened for a brief second before he smirked wolfishly while taking his hand out of your panties, a needy whine coming from your parted lips that made him chuckle lowly, pleased by that reaction.

“don’t worry princess, i’m not letting you go until i won’t be balls deep inside your greedy pussy.”, dabi reassured you as he sucked your juices off of his fingers, licking his lips at the end while staring directly at you like a lion ready to jump his prey.

you stopped breathing for a second there, the way he kept talking since he came in was making you so dizzy; this man was just too much honestly.

dabi rested his hands on your waist and leaned down to kiss you with open mouth, tongue licking your upper lip before sliding it inside your mouth, bending a little to rest his hands behind your thighs and then lift you up, your legs closing around his slim waist right away.

he climbed your bed never parting from the kiss, a very hot, sloppy and possessive kiss that nearly made you faint under him after he laid you down on the mattress. the villain only parted from the kiss to take off his jacket and shirt throwing them somewhere across your room.

“you got all dolled up, care to tell me what for?”, dabi questioned running an hand through his bangs, to move some strands away from his eyes, staring down at you while raising an eyebrow arrogantly. and oh! you understood now why that underlying possessiveness. “and do not think of lying.”, he added undoing the first two buttons of your blouse lifting it over your head, leaving it there to cage your arms up, kissing you ferociously once more.

“mhn! ahh... i– my parents– they set up... a blind date for me... mmh!”, you admitted arching your back slightly, meanwhile he hooked his fingers to the borders of your laced black bra pulling the cups down to expose your chest letting an amused scoff come out from his mouth.

“guess the dude wasn’t all that, seen you went to masturbate thinking about me as soon as you came home.”, he commented smirking satisfied an inch away from your swollen red lips, hands going under your skirt tugging at the hem of the stockings you were wearing taking them off and then throwing them on the ground.

you blushed like crazy up to your ears and turned away peeved by the way he was teasing you, as if you weren’t embarrassed enough by being caught on the act while moaning his name, he wasn’t going to let you live this down.

dabi grinned full teethes excited staring at your beautiful profile leaning down to lick the spot under your ear, making you gasp in surprise, while taking off your panties too and stroking once again your slit slowly, savoring every second of it because he has waited for this moment more than you can even imagine.

“i want to eat you out so bad, baby... but that’ll be for another time.”, the black haired boy confessed panting against the shell of your ear, he then moved back staring down at you with a fake sorrowful expression as he palmed the throbbing erection inside his pants. “‘cause this guy right here can’t wait any longer to have his treat.”, he spoke with a full on lips smirk while undoing his belt under your careful stare; you were aroused to the unbelievable.

“then...”, you reached for the drawer of your bedside table and took out a silver envelope handing it to him, eyes watery sparkling with desire. “hurry up and do me.”

he might’ve looked collected and calm from the outside, a little stunned too, but inside? ohh inside he was losing it so bad! his brain had stopped functioning after hearing your words, that was so filthy in the best way possible for him.

“whatta dirty mouth you’ve got there y/n...”, it should be illegal, but he kept that for himself and hurried to take off his pants together with his boxers; he couldn’t wait to be deep inside of you, completely messing up your guts and brain.

“look who’s talking...”, you retort back pouting at him extricating your way out of your blouse, he let out a snort while putting on the condom long his throbbing shaft that had your mouth watering.

“touché, but you like it princess.”, dabi shoot back staring at you from under his eyelashes with a devilish smirk on, especially after seeing you blush profusely glaring speechless at him.

don’t look at me like that..., you begged inside feeling your lower abdomen start to knot up only because of stare, insanity.

“woah there, i didn’t even put it in yet, so how are you clenching up like that already hm?”, he teased while resting his hands at the side of your face and getting between your legs, hovering over your figure with a shit eating grain on his lips. “do you want me that bad?”

“i do... so hurry and put it in...”, you replied softly surrounding his neck with your arms and resting your hands on his nape, eyes looking straight into his screaming about wanting him to fuck you so much.

dabi didn’t expect that at all. his dick twitched so hard it made a groan come out directly from the back of his throat; god he was going to blow your spine off.

“say no more.”

he rubbed his cock a few times between your folds, coating his length with your juices, making you moan languidly and then aligned its tip with your entrance, swallowing hard as he stared down at your cores.

you were looking down there too shivering at feeling his dick press hard against your pussy’s hole until the head didn’t got inside. it was happening for real!

“ahn–!”, you choked out a moan shutting your eyes while letting your upper body fall onto the bed, back arching as your hips trembled from the pleasure of feeling him slowly fill you up to the brim.

“fuck–! shit, shit, shit–! a-argh–!”, he moaned out with low husky voice as his eyes rolled up to the back of his head, mouth gaping as he kept pushing his dick inside of you until his pelvis didn’t smack flush onto yours. dabi leaned down pressing his chest with yours. “you’re clenching so hard... ahh shit– this is gonna be so damn bad for me...”, he groaned against your neck pressing his lips on it, parting them to start suck harshly on a very visible spot, hoping for your parents to notice it.

“dabi!”, you moaned onto his shoulder feeling his tongue run down from the spot he sucked on to your shoulder and bite into it hard enough to leave his teethes mark, you shrieked in surprise turning to him puzzled.

“put a repellent on you.”, your cheeks flushed at the reason behind what he just said and did, making his grin widen in utter satisfaction. “now we can start.”, with that he put his hands under your knees and pushed your legs up to rest them on his shoulders, he held your wrists toward himself and slowly pulled out ‘till the tip before slamming his dick inside of you roughly knocking the breath out of your lungs.

“ah–!”, you choked out looking up at him shocked by the sudden move, that seemed only to amuse him though and so, just like that, dabi started to pound hard into you making you moan loudly at every thrust.

hearing you he burst into a fit of amused giggles, eyes staring arrogantly down at you as he slapped your pelvis together roughly, making it so that your brain would be filled with him more than it already is and from what he was hearing, he was succeeding in his intent.

“look at yourself, princess... there’s no way you’ll ever be able to be with someone who’s not me.”, and moved his hips against yours in slow wavy motions before snapping them forward making you let out another choked out moan as groaned at every thrust, he did the same thing a few times enjoying how you let out staccato moans with that beautiful face of yours contracted in full on desire.

“g–od dabi yes! that’s it! right there! r-ah-ight– ah!”, you moaned holding his wrist back looking up at his scrunched up face as he kept thrusting against the spot that made you let out those heavenly sounds.

“fuck– you’re tightening up so much... it’s driving me crazy...”, he groaned panting as he kept pounding into you, a throaty moan leaving his gaping mouth as his eyes nearly crossed at how you were clamping on him so hard, wide satisfied smirk on while his brain was becoming all mushy.

dabi then slightly bent forward lifting his hips changing angulation before he started thrust into you at a fast pace, hitting continuously the spongy spot inside your pussy that made you let out a moan louder than the previous ones.

“ah–! i’m so close–! i’m–!”, you moaned before biting down your lips feeling the pleasure even more now that you were about to come, as expected... it just felt so different with dabi.

“it’s okay baby– ngh! just cream all over me.”, he demanded with a groan and an hint of kindness in voice while rubbing his thumb tenderly on your wrist, before moving an hand up to you brushing away a strand of hair that fell in front of your eyes from all the bouncing. “that’s what i’ve always wanted.”, dabi ended with an enamored smile on his lips that you genuinely thought of having dreamed of, but no it was actually real.

“what–?”, you asked staring back at him flabbergasted, choking out a moan when feeling a particular drag of his cock long the inside of your cunt just being so good.

he furrowed his eyes pouting while blushing slightly before resting his forearms at the side of your head and leaning down toward your ear, you let out a cry of pleasure because of how his dick went even deeper in that position; it felt way too good.

“i love you y/n...”, you jumped slightly from the surprise and surrounded his chest, hands resting on his shoulders blades. “ungh! i love you so– fucking mu-ah!-ch...”, he finished resting his forehead on the cushion and starting to thrust faster than before, groans the erupted from between his teethes and echoed not only inside your ear but in the whole room, he had also let out few choked moans that surprised you. god it was such a beautiful sound to come from him and that was enough to undo the knot inside your belly.

“dabi!”, you moaned loud enough for everyone in your condo to hear, but that didn’t matter right now as you hugged him tightly, creaming all over his cock to its base.

he pulled back panting heavily while staring with dazed eyes down at where you two were connected, a thrilled smirk forming on his lips as he watched your cum pooling against his pelvis; god he felt on a high over that only, that was crazy seriously.

“i’m still rock hard here, princess.”, he broke the silence moving his hips slightly twice to make you feel the truth of his words, his lust filled gaze darkening when he heard you cry out another moan. “so bear with me a little more okay?”, the villain pulled out only until the tip was still slightly inside of you, then let you move down your legs from his shoulders and resting both hands on your hips he carefully flipped you over, hands going to hold the back of yours as he leaned down to rest his chin on the crook of your neck and chest flush against your back.

he pushed his dick inside your cunt once again making you let out a breathy whine while throwing your head up, when his length was all in your eyes rolled to the back of your head, mouth gaping at that fantastic sensation that you were feeling.

“no, wait– th-is– is– too much–! ahn!”, you slurred staring in front of you but not actually seeing, too focused on him drilling his cock so hard inside your pussy, his pelvis slapping against your ass so loudly that you could swear anyone of your neighbors could hear it.

“no princess, actually this is nowhere near enough ungh–!”, dabi groaned with raspy voice against the shell of your ear, he then licked behind it pounding hard inside of you feeling your walls clench around his dick and that made him jolt slightly, his thrusts stuttered a little before he pushed them flush against your ass hugging you from behind tightly while coming with a dragged throaty groan.

he stared down at your profile, looking a how you were breathing hard resting the side of your forehead on the cushion; the villain put an hand under your jaw turning you slightly as he leaned in to kiss you with his tongue already ravishing yours, humming into the kiss thrusting slowly and making your breath hitch against his mouth.

“you’re so fucking gorgeous.”, he stated after parting from the kiss, a string of saliva connecting your mouths and your cheeks flushing crimson as you stared back timidly into his adoring eyes.

“again... look who’s talking...”, at that response he huffed amused before moving back and gripping your waist strongly with both hands pressing you hard down onto the mattress, hips snapping forward sharply as he thrust into you hitting your weakest spot (that he has already memorized) over and over. “ah–! dabi– dabi!”, you moaned for the fifth time that night gripping onto your cushion hard, teethes clenched and eyes closed as you creamed all over his dick once more.

“there goes my babygirl...”, he praises you again with a satisfied smirk while bending down and moving your hair from your cheeks kissing it lovingly, moving but staying still close to your face as he stared down at you, eyes dripping with adoration. “coming for me once again, like the good girl she is.”, you clicked your tongue looking away embarrassed but still being super happy about his words, the villain cackled amused at your behavior while pulling out and giving you a playful spank that made you lift your upper body and throw the cushion at him; needless to say that the little shit avoided it easily.

after the two of you got cleaned up, and you also got out of the clothes you were wearing, you both laid on bed with you resting your head onto his chest while dabi was drawing figures on your arm staring up at the ceiling, complete silence falling upon you two:

“when did you even fall for me anyways?”, you broke it lifting your head to look up at the boy, eyebrow lifted and curled up lips in curiosity, as he stared down at you calmly.

“you might not believe it, but since the first time i saw you...”, you widened your eyes at that answer and were ready to brush him off all embarrassed, but he continued to talk. “in that magical moment where you threw up on my boots, i knew you were the one for me.”, he teased dramatically grinning down at you cocky, even more satisfied when he saw you fuming basically.

“didn’t we agree to never talk about that again?! you’re such a little bitch i swear!”, you roared raising from your position and smacking him on his chest while he giggled amused; you were just so funny to tease honestly.

you were about to argue back with him but dabi sneaked an arm around your shoulders and pushed you down on his chest, hugging you close as his lips rested on the crown of your head.

“i seriously fell for you the first time we met, for real.”, he spoke with soft voice as the back of his index, of the arm he had around your shoulders, went to caress tenderly your cheek. “the moment i locked eyes with you, inside my mind i was like ‘ah... so this is what love at first sight feels like, huh?’”, dabi confessed while reminiscing that night inside his head with a smile on his lips; he never felt like himself anymore after that day. whenever he tried to focus on his missions, the image of you waiting for you at your house would never leave his mind and that made him commit mistakes in the attempt of finishing everything quickly and go back to you, his heaven.

when he didn’t hear anything from you, dabi tilted his head curiously to look at your face seeing it completely red, his eyes widened briefly before he took your chin between thumb and index lifting your head up kissing you sweetly, like you were made of glass. after he parted the boy smiled down at you.

“i’m going to become so fucking annoying from now on, so brace yourself princess.”, he commented with his usual half-lidded eyes looking at you intensely as a little smirk formed on his lips, he meant every single word by the way.

you huffed amused while staring up at him with a mocking expression on your face, eyebrow lifted arrogantly.

“so as per usual?”

“you little–”, he whispered in a grim tone gazing at you exasperated with a pout while getting ready to tickle you to tears.

“i’m kidding! i’m kidding! no tickling!”, you panicked holding his hands by the wrists, keeping them as far as possible from your waist under his amused and victorious stare.

he snorted and easily shook himself off from your hold going to surround your waist with his arms holding you to his chest, face buried against the side of your neck breathing in your scent that made him feel awfully at home.

a scent that told him he belonged there with you, and nowhere else.

“i love you so much...”, dabi whispered against your skin, kissing it briefly.

you smiled happily surrounding his neck with your arms hugging him back, hand sinking into his black locks that you started to cradle fondly.

“i love you so much too.”

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Left Behind (Dabi X Fem!Reader Fluff)

Summary: When Spinner gets sick, you're the designated getaway driver for the LOV's new heist, but your new boyfriend doesn't want you waiting by yourself.

Tags: Dabi X Fem!Reader, flirting, fluff, soft Dabi but he's still Dabi, second person POV, Fem!Reader, villain reader, established relationship, kissing but not making out, swearing, slight suggestive content, drinking and dancing, slight angst at the end but just an itty bitty (I swear it's happy)

Word Count: 1,116 words

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You tried so vehemently to insist that you were fine waiting in the van by yourself, but Dabi proved to be particularly stubborn.

"Look. It's not that I don't think you can take care of yourself. I just-" Dabi sighs as the both of you watch Toga, Twice, and Compress slip inside the abandoned yakuza hideout. "If I came back and anything had happened to you, I'm pretty sure I'd burn the whole goddamn city down."

You roll your eyes and put your head on the steering wheel. If Dabi keeps acting like you need protection, the others might start to think you're weak...though, it'd be funny to see them try to pick you off or accuse you of being so. They'd be reduced to ash within mere seconds.

"While those morons are getting the goods. How do you think we should kill time, hm?" Dabi huffs to himself as he leans back in the passenger seat, putting his arms behind his head. You look up and turn your attention to him, and a Cheshire Cat smirk crawls across his face as he looks you up and down. Your eyes narrow as you feel your cheeks heating up, and Dabi starts chuckling to himself. He clicks his tongue.

"Nuh-uh. Not what you're thinking. Don't think we'll have time for that," Dabi snickers with a cheeky wink, "Once we get back though-"

"You're making it awfully hard to keep watch," You snap, and his playful demeanor washes away in an instant.

"Compress will radio me before shit goes sideways. Take that stick out of your ass," Dabi snaps right back, and an awkward silence hangs between the two of you. Dabi grits his teeth and groans.

"Sorry," He mutters, barely loud enough for you to hear. You nod, silently forgiving the apology, as half-assed as it was. You zone out, staring at the darkened alleyway outside the cargo van before you feel pressure on your shoulder. You look over to see Dabi leaning over to rest his head on your shoulder, looking up at you with his ocean blue eyes.

"You're the most beautiful girl in the world. You know that right?" He murmurs sweetly, reaching up to gently caress your cheek. The cold staples brush against your skin, the softness of the pads of his fingers sharply contrasting with the calloused scars on his palm. Your heart skips in your chest as you meet his soft gaze. He only looks at you this way. He only acts like this when it's just the two of you alone. He lets his walls fall down...and he becomes Touya Todoroki. After all, he trusted you with the name...he'd deemed you worthy of knowing it. He pulls you down toward him gently, wrapping his hand around the back of your neck, and tenderly connects your lips. Dabi's kiss is ethereal, and it throws your head into the clouds. He softly pulls back, breaking the kiss and staring into your eyes, though you swear you could count the stars in his. He sits up straight, still turning to face you as he runs a hand through his hair.

"Once we get back to base...do you...do you wanna go on...like a real date?" He stammers awkwardly, as if he's practiced it over and over in his head but still fails to get the words out.

"We're villains, babe. Can't exactly go out to the movies and a fancy restaurant," You point out dejectedly, fantasizing about the thought of you and Touya actually doing domestic things in public.

"No...I mean. I could have Kurogiri pour us some wine. Order some fancy shit. Maybe we could...go...stargazing on the roof?"

"Stargazing?" You try not to laugh before realizing Dabi is dead serious. "You want a romantic evening with me stargazing on the roof?"

Dabi seems to be biting his stitched tongue, trying to decide whether or not he regrets the offer. Your gaze softens seeing him be so genuine.

"That...that sounds lovely," You smile broadly, and Dabi breathes a sigh of relief before returning your smile.

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...

The heist was successful, and, once you all returned to the hideout, Dabi gave you an hour to get ready before meeting him on the roof. You'd borrowed some makeup from Toga and had managed to find a dress in your belongings that fit well enough. Himiko was ecstatic and practically begged for all the details to be spilled in the morning, which you reluctantly agreed to.

Now, you're hesitantly opening the door to the roof, letting the cold wind whip your face and making you hold your dress down.

Now, you understand why Dabi said he needed an hour. String lights crisscross in a canopy overhead, linking over a table with a seemingly ripped tablecloth spread. Two glasses of cheap wine rest at opposite ends of the small round table, a bottle between them, and, there, pulling the chair back for you, stands none other than Dabi in a suit. It must've been something he borrowed because it doesn't seem to fit quite right, but it makes him look adorable and devilishly handsome. His spiky hair is combed as best as it could be, still looking rather messy, but it's charming to see that he's trying.

He doesn't say a word, just stares at you with pure devotion in his eyes as you step out into the night air. When you sit down, he pushes the chair in for you before awkwardly shuffling to his own seat.

"Any particular reason you wanted to do this?" You raise your eyebrow as you take your glass, risking a sip. You were right. It's cheap, but you like it.

"Figured it'd be nice to act like normal people before the world goes to shit," Dabi says unceremoniously before raising his glass and downing it.

...

...

You don't know how long you two spent talking and laughing, but it was enough time for Dabi to get increasingly more wine drunk. He was upset that you two couldn't properly see the stars through the light pollution, so, instead, he took your hand and was leading you in a slow dance. You giggle as he spins you around, surprisingly nimble and coordinated with how intoxicated he is. He brings you back in and dips you, pressing a chaste kiss to your cheek before taking you back up again. Finally, you two stop swaying, and he pulls you into a tight embrace.

"I'm never-hic-never gonna leave you behind. Ever," Dabi slurs, though his words sound so solid in his own mind. Recognizing the pain in his voice, you wrap your arms around him and whisper:

"I'm never leaving you behind either, Touya."

[quolafish]

Tomura Shigaraki is so touch starved.

Love him. Comb your fingers through his hair, kiss his lips, just… shower him with love. Not just empty sex, give the man more. He needs more than just pleasure. He needs the aftercare, the emotion, the passion, everything that makes sticking around afterwards worthwhile.

He’s so insecure. He deems himself unlovable. He doesn’t deserve to be loved, he thinks, and honestly he’s probably right. Tomura Shigaraki is a victim, he was abused and thrown onto path of villainy, and he treads on it until he reaches his dreams. It’s not fair the stupid, ‘never give up on your dreams motto’ doesn’t apply to everyone. It’s selective, and why the hell should he care, why shouldn’t he just get what he wants?

Heavens, he can just take you, can’t he? He could keep you hidden away forever and never let you see the light of day again. He could keep you, he could get rid of you, he could literally have you any way he wants but he couldn’t do any of that. Not when the fact is when he makes you cry when he yells, he wants to tear his throat apart, rip out his larynx and decay the voice box. Not when the sight of you trembling when he’s in one his slumps, refusing to leave his smelly depression room, holding a shaking plate of a meal you made for him, knowing he hasn’t eaten in a week.

You look afraid of him in those moments. Your stupid to think he would hurt you. He’s stupider to make you think so.

You’re fucking quirkless. You’re useless to him, you should be useless to him! You have nothing to bring him close to his dreams and somehow you attack him, like a vicious disease, with new, stupid dreams of being touched and held like a person, a man that is loved. He’s a villain! He wants to be one, he needs to be one. Or else what’s the point?

He hates the world to the point of hating ever living, breathing thing. You must be a fucking zombie then. That’s ridiculous. You’re the most prettiest thing this world has ever assaulted him with, and your gentleness makes him dizzy. The only use you should have is… pleasure, he won’t deny he’s a man with needs and desires, but fucking hell! You’re no sex tool! The horrible lie makes him want to throw up his thoughts. He doesn’t when he realizes you’d be the one to hold his hair back and rub his stomach. You’re his peice of heaven the gods were stupid enough to spill down the drain, and now you’re stuck in the rat-infested sewers that is Tomura Shigaraki.

But you’re not. Not stuck, he means. He could make that be so but you know he won’t, he knows he won’t, hell, anyone with a brain who catches a glimpse at how he looks at you through Father knows you’re the first person to see him without the hand in years other than Kurigori. Anyone who jokes Tomura keeps you around for fun is getting decayed into nothing. Not even Dabi would dare. You’re all his but at the same time you’re not really. He’ll never admit it with words but when you have him in your arms, running your fingers through his greasy hair until you fall asleep, he’s all yours.

Yours, yours, yours!

Tomura hates himself for not hating it! For not hating you! You’re weak in the sense he needs to protect you, and yet you bring the man to his knees when coo his real, real name softly before the dreaded, three lettered word and that just makes him cry. A horrible contradiction, a mind numbing, mind cradling contrast when a monster is loved by an angel.

You… shouldn’t love him. He wished you didn’t, but at the same time he hopes you never stop. He hopes you never stop looking after him, hopes you never heal from whatever delusion of him you have in his mind. He’s a horrible boyfriend, and he knows it. And yet he tries to be better even though he can’t take you on dates. He tries to cuddle you even though he’s too afraid to make skin-to-skin contact; he’s so afraid he raises his pinkies when he wears gloves. You’re precious, you’re the death of him, the death of a villain and he starts having delusions of his own.

Delusions your sleep-inducing love twist into a dreams, lulling him into a temporary rest in your arms. Dreams of redemption, of being in your arms forever.

Tomura Shigaraki is irredeemable. He’s killed countless. He’s a monster. He’s selfish. He’s the viscous disease, he’s the life sucking zombie, he’s the parasite, the pathogen, sucking all your love like a greedy vampire, sucking you dry. He can see what this relationship does to you. It lasted years because Tomura Shigaraki is selfish.

He’s not being selfish when he leaves you, forcing you to forget him.