#m; touya

[tou-nya]

what’s your problem?

bitterness

okay, wait, let me explain. you're not a bitter person, not by any means, but you don't...articulate your feelings very well. you hide behind all of the walls you built and you live inside a castle. bitterness is your defence mechanism. you don't want to be a bad person, you don't want to make people feel bad. and honey, you don't. we know. we know things are hard and trusting people is hard. we know you're trying your best and you don't need to be the nicest person in the world. you've just got to be true to yourself and try to be as good as you can be. and i know, sometimes, that doesn’t feel like enough.

you don’t feel like you’re good. you’re not as kind and caring and lovely as some people. you’re sharp and tough sometimes. your life and your feelings aren’t all pretty and sugar sweet. that’s okay. they don’t need to be. the people in your life are there because they want to be. don’t ever think you’re a burden or that they’re only there because they feel like they have to be. they love you. and because of that, they’re in it for the long run. it’s going to be okay. you don’t need to be sugary sweet to be deserving of love.

[matchamiko]

Teaching Dabi how to eat pussy the way you like it but he’s so desperately sloppy and messy about it that you just hump his face with one hand gripping his hair and the other tight on your own throat.

He’s inexperienced, mostly, he doesn’t give often if not at all to the partners he’s had in the past, few and far between; but then you came along and all of a sudden he’s offering and begging and demanding. He’s so used to seeing pussy eating in porn, in magazines that he’s got no rhythm, no method, no thought behind his guzzling and slurping and biting. So when you anchor yourself to him with a frustrated little whine, lifting your hips and grinding smoothly and sweetly against his tongue and his nose; Touya swears sees new colours and hears new sounds. The wet click of your cunt against his lips and chin, the shuddering of your thighs either side of his head, your mumbles and gasps against your constricted throat, and your encouraging praises of him just staying right there, just like that Touya. He cums loud and wet as he looks up at you through his lashes, half angry that you’re not teaching him like you said but half insane over the state of you, using him to your heart’s content.

[literatooru]

𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

pairing: f!reader x dabi

warnings: 18+ (NSFW) (MDNI) slight exhibitionism, cockwarming, very slight degradation (calls reader slut exactly once), unprotected sex

Dating Dabi has taught you to always expect the unexpected. It's obviously tough, but you've learned to control your own reactions to deal with whatever he throws at you.

One thing you can always take for granted though, is that, no matter how used to him you are, he'll always manage to somehow catch you off guard. Especially when he comes and suggests for you to do things you would could never imagine yourself doing. But of course, it's Dabi. You couldn't possibly say no to him.

That's how you find yourself settled in his lap, his fingertips running along the plush skin of your thighs make your entire body shiver, his chin rested on your shoulder, and his cock buried so deeply inside you that the barest of moves makes your gut twist.

You were initially suspicious when he suggested —almost demanded— you wear a skirt for movie night. Granted, calling it that is a bit of a stretch. Yes, a movie is playing, but everyone in the league is drunk out of their asses to pay any mind to it. That, at least, is one of the reasons he managed to convince you to go along. No one will notice, he had said.

As soon as you both entered the room, he pulled you to the far end side of it, plopping into the couch and pulling you into his lap as someone started the movie. Of course, due to the season, everyone agreed on playing horror one. Just your luck.

You try to focus on it, you really do. But when a particular jumpscare manages its purpose on you, you start in your place, and the movement makes Dabi's body react almost immediately; his hips slightly thrust up.

He chuckles, his hot breath hitting the back of your neck making goosebumps arise all over your body.

"What's the matter, doll?" he murmurs, kneading his fingertips into your flesh.

A whimper manages to escape past your lips and you crane your neck to hide your face in the crook of his to conceal your embarrassment. He tuts, the sound laced with mirth. "Shh... you better make sure to keep it down," he says, shifting his hips once more to rip another moan out of you. Another chuckle makes his chest rumble, and he takes your chin between his fingers to make you look at him. "You don't want everyone in here to know what a needy little slut you are, do you?" After you shake your head, he nudges his chin forward. "Eyes on the screen," he says, then waits until you're facing forward once more.

His fingers continue tracing teasing figures on your exposed skin, sometimes slipping past the hem of your shit, moving up, up, up before stopping; never touching you where you need it most.

You let out an exasperated huff, making the corners of his lips quirk up. His fingers dig into your hips to halt your movements when you try to grind against him, and his hands almost slam you back down on him, another small moan managing to slip past your parted lips.

"So desperate," he mumbles against the back of your neck, his nose tracing a teasing trail that makes you shiver, and your entire body tenses up as you hold your breath. He groans against your skin, his tongue peeking out to taste it. "Stop squeezin' me so tight unless you want me to make a mess of you. I don't care who's watching."

You bite your bottom lip so hard that you think you might draw blood. His chest is flushed right against your back; the warmth of his body seeping through your clothes, his scent invading all your senses and clouding your judgment. You need him so, so bad that your legs start trembling from the effort of holding back.

"Tōya..." you mewl softly in a weak attempt to make him do something.

"Yeah?" he whispers in your ear, his hot breath caressing your skin. Moves his head to kiss your pulse point, nibbling on the skin and licking it. You've just opened your mouth to speak when he gives another teasing thrust, your lips instantly clamping shut to prevent any noises from coming out. "C'mon. What is it? Cat got your tongue?"

His hand sneaks under your skirt once more. You yelp when he pinches the top of your thigh, his hand moving inward to brush against you. "Look at you. Soakin' wet and I've barely even touched you."

"Please..." you whisper, your hips shifting on top of him when he uses a single finger to tease your aching bundle of nerves, his amusement growing when he notices how you clench your jaw; the way your brows pinch together and your face scrunches up. The way tears well up in your eyes after almost half an hour of his teasing, feeling so full of him yet feeling no satisfaction at all.

"Please, what?" he snickers. "Use your words, doll."

You're just about to do exactly that when Dabi yanks his hand out and adopts a nonchalant posture. You grit your teeth and are about to complain when a drunken man you don't recognize stumbles forward, catching himself on the arm of the couch before he can hit the floor. You don't have to look too closely to know just how intoxicated the man is; just the smell alone makes you scrunch up your nose, and he's not even standing that close.

"What do you want?" Dabi drawls, discreetly pulling the hem of your skirt down to cover as much of your body as possible.

"Wha's the matter wiph her?" the man manages to say, pointing a finger at you. "You cryin'?"

"Ah, she's all right," Dabi says with a lopsided smirk. "Aren't you, sweetheart?" As he says this, his arms curl around your hips and pull you flush against him, readjusting his position, his hips grinding against yours when he does.

You've managed to to merge your moan with a groan and hide your face behind your hands.

"Sure," you blurt out, your voice muffled behind your palms.

"She's just a crybaby," Dabi has the nerve to add, patting your leg. "Not a fan of horror movies."

"Ah, well. I see," the man says, nodding as he staggers away. "They ain't tha' scary! They ain't real! Jus' actors 'n stuff," he mumbles as he makes his way through the crowd.

"Dick," you hiss at your boyfriend.

He smiles, his body relaxing against the cushions of the couch.

"Isn't that what you want?" he retorts.

You grumble something under your breath (definitely a bunch of insults, all directed at him), and he snorts.

"Right then," he starts, his hand going under your clothes and finally touching you where you need him most. "How about I take care of you properly now?"

[b3ach-bunn7]

FORWARDS BECKON REBOUND PT2

You learn to live without Dabi, and he learns he can’t live without you

nsfw, smut (u can lowkey skip it, it’s right at the end), angst with happy ending, Villan!Dabi

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You don’t know what you were expecting.

He’s a villain. A villain who kills and burns people alive, who’s looked death in the eyes enough to know him by name. He was cruel and he was calculated. He works for the biggest villains in the country, the ones you’ve seen targeting children, quirkless people like you.

And you think you love him. 

You think you love him and you miss him. So much more than you thought you would’ve. You’d had hope, that first morning when you’d woken up and seen that he was gone, that he’d come back. It was the first time he’d left the house since you’d found him, and you thought that maybe he just wanted fresh air. To go outside. You ignored the voice in the back of your head that told you otherwise, and you held out hope. 

But then a day passed. And another, and another, and soon you lost track of how long it had been. You had to bite the bullet. Pack up the clothes you’d bought him and shove them in a box deep in your closet. The sight of the couch in the middle of your living room was too painful of a reminder, so you put it on Craigslist, and despite the stains and the ugly pattern, someone buys it. You buy an equally cheaper and uglier one, and bite back tears as you push it into place. As quickly as he’d entered your life, Dabi was gone.

You don’t know if you should allow yourself to mourn him. You don’t even know what it is you’re mourning. A lover? A roommate? A friend? A boyfriend? You hadn’t even kissed, barely gotten closer than falling asleep on his shoulder, sitting little too close to him on the couch.

You spend your days trying to forget. You call your friends. You pick up a few extra shifts at work, tend to your ruined flowerbed. Despite all the extra work you give yourself, trying your hardest to tire yourself out, you still can’t get to sleep at night. You toss and turn and think of him. It oddly reminds you of his first few nights here. You’d been convinced he’d come and kill you in the night and you’d made sure to lock your door before you slept. Now, you sort of wish he did kill you. Or at least do something horrible so you wouldn't miss him so much.

You don’t even know why you did it. The smart thing to do would’ve been to just call the authorities, but part of you knew calling the police and the ambulance would cause too much drama. You know where you live. Cheap and affordable places are never going to be in good neighbourhoods.  You’ve seen the types of people that lurk around at night. You can only imagine the reaction of those living around you if you brought police to their front door, the news channels aching for a story on one of the most infamous villains almost dead on some random lady’s door. 

So you took him in. Like a stray. You sewed him up and did what you could to stop the bleeding. You apologised to a man who couldn’t hear you as you cut his shirt away, tossing it in your bathtub. He’d mumbled incoherently to you the whole time you’d seen him shut. Something about rain? Rei? You were unsure. His words were slurred, and the grip he had on the hem of your shirt loosened as he lost consciousness bit by bit. When you finally settled him down on your couch, old tarp shoved underneath him, he was out cold.

And then you waited. For him to wake up and kill you, for him to leave. You had no idea. You felt so stupid every time you looked at the sleeping figure on your couch. The marred skin, the staples hastily pressed into his skin. He looked evil. He looked scary. You scrubbed at your carpets and your tiled bathroom floor for what felt like hours to rid them of the red that had seeped into them. Or maybe just for something to do.

And then when he did wake up, and those piercing blue eyes landed on you, you felt your heart drop into your ass. He was beautiful, a fact that annoyed you greatly. The strong lines of muscle, the straight edge of his jaw. His eyes had narrowed at your staring, and you think that was the beginning of the end. 

He loves to stare. You learnt that very quickly. Any time you changed his bandages or just walked around the house his eyes were trained onto you. Watched your every move. You felt  hunted in your own home, prickling under his undivided attention. 

And you don’t know when the lines blurred. When instead of avoiding him in your room you sat on the loveseat next to him. When you started talking. When you learnt his favourite food was soba, that he liked the colour purple. You felt silly asking him such inane questions but what could you do? You wanted to get to know the man living in your home. Dabi was a villain, sure but he hadn’t been very villainous towards you. Granted, he did threaten to kill you every other sentence but you were almost completely positive he was joking. 

And you got closer. He opened up little by little. Stopped staring at you all the time. You took that as a sign of trust. You dutifully cared for the stab wound on his chest, and he got bolder. 

That was around the time he started flirting with you. Well, he had been flirting from the start, but this was less minor sexual harassment and more actual flirting. Calling you pretty, complimenting the stuff you wore. Kept calling you baby despite you reminding him of your name every time. You ignored the feeling in your stomach at the grin that stretched over his face whenever you flushed red. The fact he was always fucking shirtless. It makes sense he’s well built, what with all the villanous fighting and all. But god, if you can’t stop staring.

Dabi calls you brave. You don’t think you’re brave, you think you’re stupid. You’re stupid to start sitting right next to him. To feel the warmth radiating off his body as he leans his arms on the couch behind you, as he peers over your shoulder to see what you’re reading.

You watch him grow more comfortable in your home. He stops looking so on edge all the time, relaxes. You get used to the sight of him lounging in your home every time you come home from work. 

Dabi starts doing little things. You come home and find the dishwasher empty. He’s learnt where you keep your dishes and your cups. He watches you cook. Pesters you until you let him lick the batter off your spatula. It feels so horribly domestic it makes your stomach turn.

And you ignore the thoughts you have that stop being about roommates and delve into something more dangerous. You don’t miss the way Dabi’s eyes linger on your body, the set in his jaw as you complain about a flirty coworker. You think you’re seeing things, but then your mind drifts to that night at the window. The last time you saw him.

He’d looked so perfect. The two of you soft and ready to sleep. It had been early, early enough that the sleep niggled in the back of your mind, loosened your tongue. He leant against the window and his biceps curled as he leant forward to put out his cigarette, flicking it on the floor. You tut, and he grabbed another while assuring you littering is not the worst crime he’s committed.  

And you knew he could see the disbelief on your face when he called himself ugly. And you barely thought as you call him hot. Hot as fuck, at that. His lips twitched like he was about to smile, instead he brushed you off.

And then you touched him. You couldn’t help yourself. You’d always wondered and now seemed as good a time as any. With you in a shirt that smelled like him, his eyes not leaving yours for longer than a minute. He didn’t stop you, barely tried with a teasing comment you knew held no meaning. You traced his skin like a puzzle, from the rough texture of his scars to the soft skin next to it. He’s told you time and time again he doesn’t feel but he shivered against your touch like he did. And you didn’t need to look at him to know he was looking at you so intensely you felt his gaze down to the bottom of your feet. 

And you chest tightened as he let you. He let you touch him, and it didn’t feel like the times when you’d leant on his arm or bandaged him up. It felt different. It filled you with emotion you can’t describe, and you let it. And when you brushed against his face you saw him breathe. Physically saw his chest heave up as your touch became more insistent. Dabi looked at your lips and you looked at his, wondering what it would feel like to kiss the scarred skin on them.

And then your phone rang, and the moment was shattered. Now, you can’t remember what your mother had wanted, what the call was about.

And when you awoke the next morning, he was gone.

Maybe you pushed too far. Maybe he had business to attend to. You’ll never know, because he never told you. You had no way to contact him and you don’t think you would if you could. The message he was trying to give you was clear.

Your friends invite you to drinks, and you decline. It had been a long day at work, and while you could do with your favourite pink mimosas, you’re tired. The idea of being in a bar right now makes you cringe. So you bid your farewells, and make your way home. You stop to grab a few groceries. It took you a few times to remember you didn’t need two times the amount you usually buy.

You don’t think about Dabi as you walk up your driveway. Not when you look at the newly planted flowers you’d bought at the market. You will never see him again, and it’s a fact you need to learn to live with.

At least, that’s what you think, until you walk into your house to find him sitting on your couch. His leg is jigging impatiently up and down, and he’s wearing the long trench coat you see him in on the news. You stand in the doorway, shopping bags dropping to the floor. The noise pulls him out of whatever stupor he’s in and he turns to you. Eyes travelling up your body before he looks away.

“The lock on your door is shit. Took me less than a minute to pick it.”  

You don’t say anything. It’s your turn to just stare at him. His voice sounds exactly the same and yet you feel like you’d forgotten the low drawl he always spoke in. 

“You should get that shit changed. It’s a shitty neighbourhood you live in.” 

He looks at you again and it seems to wake you up. You grab your bags and take them to the kitchen. You wrap your coat around a chair and sigh, hands rubbing at your face. Your hands shake, and you clench them tightly so he won’t notice. You walk back inside and Dabi is still sitting up. Like he’s scared to let himself relax.

You clear your throat. “Are- Is the wound okay?” You ask, voice quiet.

 Dabi looks confused for a second. “Oh. Yeah, s’fine.”

You nod. You haven’t moved from the entryway of the living room.

“The fuck are you standing around for?” Dabi speaks suddenly. 

Your eyebrows furrow at the tone of his voice. “Don’t talk to me like that. I don’t know what’s going on right now. Why- Why are you here?”

Dabi fixes you with a pointed look. He doesn’t say anything. You clench your fists tighter. He’s starting to piss you off.

“Well? You can't just, just break into my house whenever you want. I don’t know what you think this is.”

“God, I leave for two weeks and my roommate status is revoked?” He drawls.

“This isn’t funny, Dabi.” You scoff. “I’m not in the mood for your jokes right now.”

“You aren’t?”

“No.” You shake your head. “It’s been two weeks. You just left without saying anything.” 

“Did I owe you an explanation?” 

Your brows furrow and you scoff. “Well it would’ve been nice, considering you’d been living in my house for two fucking months.” 

Dabi just shrugs. And you want to throttle him and hug him and kiss him all at once. Instead, you just stay where you’re standing, crossing your arms. He huffs a laugh at your figure.

“I feel like a school teacher is about to tell me off.”

“Dabi.”

He glances at you quickly then turns away. It’s his turn to clench his fists, and you pale a little at the sight of smoke curling out of them. You take a small step back.

“Are you- You’re not here to-“ You don’t even finish you sentence but he rolls his eyes, frustrated.

“I’m not here to fucking kill you. I would’ve done that a long time ago if I was.”

“Then what? Why are you here, Dabi?”

Dabi goes quiet again and you seethe. He’s not fucking talking. Nothing of meaning, anyway. He’s just looking at you and it's making you more nervous and antsy than you already are. 

Just when you’re about to say something else, he rises to his feet. And in a few quick strides, he’s in front of you. You’re not short by any means, but he towers over you, the smell of smoke and cigarettes lingering on his clothes. His hands twitch like he’s about to reach out to you before he decides against it.

“I’m here because I can’t stop fucking thinking about you.” He rasps. Dabi speaks like the words hurt to get out, and he looks anywhere but at your face when he says them.

“I thought leaving would make me forget about you. But I can't. It’s like you fucking haunting me.” He laughs slightly but he looks slightly feral as he does so.

His hands reach up. They grip the edges of your unzipped coat and pull you closer. 

“Why are you trying to forget about me?” You mumble.

He shakes his head. Slowly, eyes screwed shut. “Because I know. I know you don’t- You don’t deserve this. You deserve a good man, baby. Not somebody like me.”

You want to tell him that you want him. Not someone else. But you can’t speak. He lets your coat slip down off your shoulders. One hand curls around your waist and the other travels up. Settling on your shoulder, fingers dancing against your pulse. 

“And I know that. And yet I can’t keep away.”

“You-“

“I thought about killing you.” 

He speaks like he’s talking about the weather. And that should scare you, but his hand is so gentle as it closes around your neck, so tender and you don’t think he could kill you if he tried.

“Coming back and setting this whole place alight with you inside. But that wouldn’t do shit, would it?” You swallow roughly and his hand moves against your throat.

“And then I tried to fuck the thought of you away.” The hand on your waist tightens its grip.

“But that didn’t work either. Every single one of them reminded me of you.” 

You shake your head. “You’re an idiot.”

He tilts his head. “Am i?”

“Yes. You don’t get to decide what I deserve and what I don't.” You frown. You reach up and cover the hand on your shoulder with your own.

“If- If I wanna be with you, I’ll be with you. Whether you think I deserve it or not.” 

His finger moves against your lips. “You wanna be with a big bad villain?”

You smile slightly. “You’re not very bad to me.”

Dabi sighs, defeated. “You’re so stupid, you know.” 

“Yeah, probably.” Your other hand comes up to grip the collar of his jacket.

He breathes heavily. “I don’t do this.”

“That’s okay. We can figure it out. If. If you want to.”

“And what if I don't?” 

You shrug. “I don’t think you’d be here if you didn’t.”

Dabi huffs a laugh. “Fuck. You gonna let me kiss you?”

“If I have to.”

And it’s not like how you imagined he’d kiss you. You thought he’d be rough and violent, but he’s so slow as he leans his head down and presses his lips against yours. His eyes flutter shut and yours follow quickly after, hand on his jacket pulling him in closer. And for a moment you think you should feel guilt, some horror that a murderer is kissing you so softly, but he sighs into your mouth and you don’t think you could care if you tried.

His hand curls inside your hair, tugging your head back to give him better access. He crowds over you, and the hand on your waist is hot as he starts moving with more purpose. He licks against your bottom lip and you open your mouth. His tongue tease over yours, and you feel the cool metal of a piercing and you whine, hands pulling him closer.

Your noise seems to awaken something in him. Because suddenly he isn’t being soft and gentle, and he pushes you back until you hit the door of your kitchen, and he’s on you. Hands lifting up your shirt, mouth pressuring hot, heavy kisses on your mouth, your neck. He bites hard and you wince, but he just grins at you.

“Don’t give me that face, you love it. Take this off for me.”

He pulls the straps off your bra as you reach behind you and unclip it clumsily. Dabi looks at you like he’s got stars in his eyes. He takes too long to travel the expanse of your neck, your collarbones. He takes his time before he reaches your chest, sucking marks into your breasts, and you moan as his hand reaches up and pinches your nipple.

“When’s the last time someone fucked you, huh? M’gonna ruin you for anyone else.” He breathes, tongue licking over your nipple.

“Dabi, please-“ 

“So pretty when you beg, baby. Be patient now.” 

He doesn’t stop licking at your chest, mumbling about how pretty your tits look, as he uses a hand to undos the drawstrings on your scrubs. He holds your trousers away from your body and you gasp at the heat on your legs as he burns them off your body. He grins, all teeth and stretching staples.

“Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you. Not unless you ask for it.”

His fingers trail over the front of your underwear and your cheeks heat up, embarrassed at the wet patch on the front. He clicks his tongue, pressing down with two fingers and you keen at the pressure on your clit.

“All this for me? You been hiding this pretty pussy from me?” He hums.

You lean your head back and it thuds against the wall. Dabi slips his coat off and the t-shirt he’s wearing quickly. You let your eyes trail over his body, fingers dancing against the scar across his chest. He kisses you again, long and hard. 

“Want you to cum on my fingers, okay? Can you do that for me?” He murmurs, free hand curving against your cheek.

“Yes, yes, please-“ 

Your voice hitches as he burns off your underwear. Without warning, he shoves a finger inside of you and your nails dig into his shoulder, a curse leaving your mouth at the sudden intrusion. His finger hits deeper than yours ever have and he barely gives you time to adjust before he shoves in another. You can hear it as he pumps his fingers in and out, can hear how wet you are for him. You move against the steady rhythm.

“Such a slut. Look at you, humping on my fucking fingers.” Dabi grins and you face flushes and you turn away. He tuts, grabbing your face in his hand and turning it back to look at him.

“No, you watch. Look at yourself dripping all over me.” He breathes, kissing the crook of your neck.

You moan as his thumb circles against your clit. He begins scissoring his fingers, stretching your walls. You let your hands run down his body, smoothing against the panes of his chest. He just watches you face as it twitches the further he pushes, you face scrunching in pleasure. You keen as he hits that soft spot deep inside you and he looks like he’s struck gold, suddenly moving with more fervour. He puts in another finger and you shake your head, breathing getting heavier.

“I’m close, Dabi.” You pant. It’s been an embarrassingly short time but you feel your toes curl as he presses into you again.

“Good girl, you gonna cum for me? Gonna squirt all over my fingers?”

You arch your back, chasing and running away from the sensations. “Dabi- please-”

He licks a stripe up your neck. “Beg me. Ask me if you can cum.”

“Please, Dabi, please I need- I need to cum, make me cum.”

“Fuck, come on. “ His thumbs speeds up on your clit and your back arches as his fingers pump into you faster. He whispers sweet words into your skin, dragging you through your orgasm. You breathe heavily, leaning against him as you come down from your high.

He pulls his fingers out and you watch with lidded eyes as he sucks them into his mouth, tongue curling around as he groans at the taste of you. 

“Taste so good, baby. Now up. Let’s go.” 

He pats the side of your leg, gesturing for you to jump. You rest your arms on his shoulders, head leaning against his. You do and watch as his biceps curl as he carries you effortlessly, hands gripping at your ass as he enters your kitchen. You eyebrows furrow and you tap his shoulder.

“Dabi, my bedrooms down the hall, what are you-”

“Can’t wait. Need you now.”

Before you can protest he drops you and bends you over your own counter. You grunt as your chest hits the cool surface. Your skin welcomes the cool sensation because you're covered in marks, purple and red and indents of his teeth littering your skin. Dabi’s hands smooth over your ass and you yelp as he slaps it. He uses his other hand to grab both of yours, easily circling both your wrists in one of his.

“Been dreaming of this ass, you know.” He starts unbuckling his belt. You try to turn around but he pushes you back. “Always walking around in those shorts. Such a fucking tease.”

And when he presses his against you, you can feel him. Long and hot and so impossibly hard on your back, and so big. You have no idea how the hell he’s going to fit inside of you. Dabi notices the way your thighs clench and you can’t see the smirk on his face but you can hear it when he moans into your ear. So filthy. He sounds like a pornstar.

“You feel that? It’s all for you, baby. You put that there.” Dabi grunted. “And I’m- Wait, shit.”

This time when you turn, Dabi lets you. He looks pissed and you’re momentarily distracted by the sight of him with his jeans and boxer slung below his hips.

“What? What’s wrong?” You ask.

“I was in such a fucking hurry to get here i forgot to bring a condom. Or condoms.” He frowns.

You relax. “Oh. It’s fine, I’m on birth control, you don’t need it.”

Dabi freezes slightly. “What?”

“I mean, I’m clean. If you are too, then yeah, you don’t need one.”

Dabi just stares. Breathing heavily still. You falter, thinking you said the wrong thing. “I mean, if you want one still I probably ha-”

He descends on you again. He kisses you desperately, both hands cupping your face as he presses you into him so you can feel him on your thigh. When he parts he pants for breath, turning you around once more, bending you back onto your stomach.

“Fuck, you’re so good to me. Want me to fill you up, is that it?” He hisses as you grind back into his crotch. He delivers another slap to your ass, this time harder, hotter.

“Want me to fuck you until you’re dripping all over your own kitchen?” He laughs as you shudder, and you nod frantically. “Spread your legs for me. Wider, baby.” 

You comply shakily. You arch your back. “Come on, Dabi.” “Patience, Y/N. Don’t worry, you’ll come on this cock.”

And he lines himself up at your entrance. Dipping himself between your folds and dragging the tip of his dick, wet with his pre-cum, up and down your slit, gathering your wetness and spreading it around his dick. He spits into his hand, uses it to wet his dick before he starts pushing into you. The stretch is delicious, and you grip the edge of the counter as he pushes into you slowly. He shudders, cursing low under his breath. 

“Good girl, that’s it. God, you’re so, fuck, you’re so warm.” He grunts.

You whimper as he pushes himself fully inside you. You think if he was any bigger you’d see him in your stomach. He stills for a moment, lets you adjust to him. You can hear his restraint, hands so hot as they hold your arms back. He waits for a moment too long though, because you start wriggling, pushing your hips back.

“Please, Dabi, come on.”

His hands slide down your back to grip your hips. “What do you want? Tell me.”

“Want you. Fuck me, Dabi, please.” You whine. 

It spurs him into action. He thrusts into you, deep enough that it pushes you against the counter. You moan loudly and he groans, hands leaving bruises in the dip of your hips as he fucks into you harder.

“Yeah, fuck, that’s a good girl. So fucking wet.” He sucks in a sharp breath. “You’re so perfect for me.”

You feel your cheeks heat at the compliment. His thrusts were constant and so deep you feel so full of him. Sweat drips down your back and your hair plasters to your forehead. Dabi presses kisses down your back, hands kneading your ass.

“That feel good?”

“Yes, yes, Dabi!” You cry out.

“Gonna fuck this pussy so good. Nobody will ever fuck you like I can fuck you, you hear me?” 

He suddenly pulls out. Flips you around so that you’re facing him. You barely have time to think before he’s back inside you. Your hands curl around his neck and your face rests on his shoulder, mindlessly mumbling as he pounds into you. Dabi lets you lean against the counter so he can grab at your hair, pulling your head back.

“I wanna hear you, sweetheart. That bratty little mouth of yours.” 

“S-Shut up.” You breathe, relishing in the feeling on him inside you.

“Been waiting so long for this. For you.”

His praise becomes breathier, his voice stuttering as he gets closer. His finger comes down to rub at your clit, eyes shining as you writhe. No matter how you move he’s there, rubbing maddening circles against you. You moan louder than you’d like, and Dabi leans back, impressed. Kisses your forehead.

“Want, shit, want you to come for me again. Yeah? Gonna come on my cock?” He leans down and nibbles at your ear, voice vibrating low in his chest.

“Yes, I’m close. I’m close.” You breathe, hands scratching red lines down his back.

“Good. Gonna fill you up. Fuck you full of my cum until you can’t walk.” 

You nod, clenching down on him and he groans, low and long. “M’not gonna last if you keep tightening around me like that.”

He loses all composure, thrusting frantically as your chest moves up and down erratically. He kisses you, and you struggle to reciprocate with the tightening of your core. The rise in intensity has your eyes rolling in the back of your head, and it’s only a matter of seconds before you cum, and he curses and sings your name like a prayer as his fingers still work you. He thrusts once, twice and then he’s cumming and you’re thankful that his hands come up to hold your waist because you think you’re legs might give out.

The room is silent except for the two of you panting for breath. He rests his head on your shoulder, black locks tickling the side of your face. You reach hand up and you rub at his scalp and he sighs.

“God. Why did we do this in here? This is so unhygienic.” You huff.

Dabi just smiles lazily. Presses a kiss behind your ear and the side of your neck.

“You’re right. Let’s go shower. Together.”

“Fine.” You sigh like you don’t want to but you already feel heat pool into your gut.

“Good. Does this mean I can finally sleep in your bed?”

“Oh, shut up.” 

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guess u did fix him.. Dabi if ur reading this come home the kids miss u

idk I feel like Dabi wouldn’t be that rough in bed yk? Like I feel like his life is so violent he needs some break from it. Also this is my second ever smut BARE WITH ME if it’s bad

I’ve had the longesttt two weeks 😔 back to back uni and work so I will be having a break for a couple days, so enjoy this fic!!!

[frickingnerd]

blinded by jealousy

pairing: tomura shigaraki / tenko shimura x fem!reader (+dabi)

summary: when dabi flirts with you, shigaraki can't help but let his jealousy get the better of him and start an argument...

tags: angst with a happy ending, jealous boyfriend!shigaraki, dabi flirting with reader, dabi crushing on reader, proud boyfriend

“you're letting your jealousy cloud your judgment, babe! nothing happened, okay?”

you were heading back to your room in the league's hideout, with your boyfriend storming after you, furious about the scene he just had to witness.

“he was all over you! and you didn't even try to tell him that you were taken!”

you reached your room, trying to open the door, only for shigaraki to slam it shut and keep his hand on it, trapping you between him and the door.

“did you even tell him about me? does dabi know that we are together!?”

you sighed loudly.

“no, he doesn't! but–”

“there you go! you're not telling him about us, because you want to keep your options open! isn't that right?”

you rolled your eyes, pointing a finger at shigaraki.

“i didn't tell him because of you! because i thought you wouldn't want the league to think you're too soft when they find out we are dating!”

your words seemed to calm down shigaraki a little bit. at least now he wasn't convinced anymore that you were trying to replace him with dabi.

“are you kidding me? why wouldn't i want them to know!? i want nothing more than to see dabi's stupid face when he realizes i got the girl he wanted!”

shigaraki had a stupidly big grin on his lips, which only made you roll your eyes and sigh, before cupping his cheeks.

“you are such an idiot, you know that?”

shigaraki grinned and leaned in, stealing a kiss from you, before you could complain anymore.

“and yet you still want me instead of dabi~”

you huffed amused and pressed another kiss against his lips, softly mumbling against them: “i do…”

[nemouris]

m/f dbhks ⚠️

[touyalove]

Touya loves you.

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

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

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

Touya loves to hold your hand.

Touya loves your smile.

Touya loves your scent.

Touya loves your heart.

Touya loves your soul.

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

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

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

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hii! I know this is super random:) but i hope you enjoyed it! Likes, comments and reblogs are very appreciated!

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[grimstrawberry]

Saddest dead boy in the world keeps smiling.

[biggestxsimps]

Duty or Love?

A/N: A longer Dabi x undercover hero male reader. Thank you everyone for the support, we both really appreciate it! I hope you enjoy this fic! Just some angst :)

Y/N was assigned to infiltrate the league of villains, Dabi being his main target. He accepted the mission with no hesitations at all, little did he know this assignment would challenge everything he believed in.

When he began his undercover operation, he quickly realised there was more to Dabi than just a cold-hearted villain. Behind the mask of darkness, he witnessed a troubled soul with a traumatic past. Y/N couldn’t help but feel a strong connection to him, as if they were 2 sides of the same coin.

Days turned into weeks, Y/N found himself completely captivated by the villain’s presence whenever he was near.

Deep down, he knew that he should stay focused on his mission, but his growing feelings for Dabi made it difficult to separate right from wrong.

Y/N found out more about his past when conversing with him. Even finding a secret notebook Dabi had hidden under his bed when he investigated the base when the league all left.

The lines between hero and villains became blurred in Y/N’s mind. He questioned whether justice was truly black and white or if there were shades of grey.

Y/N couldn’t resist the temptation to engage in a one on one conversation with Dabi.

They found themselves alone in a dimly lit room, the tension heavy as Y/N was propped up against the wall, Dabi on the other side of the room, ready to strike once again,

Bad idea.

A little innocent conversation he had started, didn’t look so innocent anymore. The raven haired male looked beyond furious, his blue flames still lit. “You betrayed me?! After everything I told you!” He exclaimed, his eyes wide with hurt. “I trusted you- you have no idea..-“ he breathed in, trying to calm himself down.

The one person the villain finally trusted, completely broke his trust. He knew there was something suspicious about Y/N from the beginning.

Y/N’s heart sank as he saw the rage in Dabi’s eyes, feeling the weight of his actions bearing down on him. He never anticipated the depth of the connection he had formed, nor the consequences of his betrayal.

“Dabi, please listen to me. I didn’t mean for things to turn out this way. I never wanted to hurt you.” He stated.

Dabi’s voice dripped with venomous fury, his control over his quirk wavering with his emotions. “You dare speak of trust, Y/N? How could I have been so stupid to let you in, to believe that there was someone who understood me?”

Y/N felt the weight of guilt crashing down upon him, realising the gravity of pain he had caused. He knew his actions would have consequences, but he never imagined the extent of the damage they would inflict. “I can’t change what I’ve done, but please believe me when I say that my feelings for you were genuine. I never wanted to hurt you, but I had a duty to fulfil.”

Dabi’s gaze hardened, his voice laced with bitterness and betrayal. “Feelings? Don’t you dare speak of your feelings as if they justify your deception. I trusted you, I opened up to you, and you used that against me.”

Y/N’s heart ached with regret, his own beliefs and loyalty shaken to the core. “I never wanted it to come to this, Dabi. But in this world of shades of grey, I grappled with what it truly meant to do what’s right. Maybe our paths were never meant to intersect, but please know that the choices I made were born out of that struggle.”

Dabis anger flickered, his features softened slightly as a mixture of hurt and confusion washed over him. “I don’t know if I can ever trust again, Y/N. You’ve shown me that even the ones who claim to fight for justice can be capable of betrayal. Perhaps justice isn’t so black and white after all.”

Y/N’s voice trembled with remorse as he tried to reach out, seeking forgiveness that felt elusive. “I will understand if you never forgive me. But know this, my actions were not a reflection of how I felt about you. There will always be a part of me that struggles with the choices I’ve made.”

As the silence lingered in the dimly lit room, the weight of their shattered connection hung heavy in the air. Y/N realised the cost of his mission, questioning the boundaries of rights and wrongs, love and duty.

Masterlist

-Written by owner 2

[correctproseka]

Pre-round

[chocomonki]

With You

Dabihawks oneshot, 594 words. Rated M.

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“Fuck, you’re so beautiful.”

Hawks froze, his cheeks blazing a red that matched his trembling wings. He looked down

Dabi, whose hands were on his hips. Dabi was eyeing him up and down and Hawks felt a little shy under that turquoise gaze.

“Huh?”

Hawks knew he was handsome. Well. It’s part of how he was marketed to society. Everyone was curious about him and his wings. The photo shoots he did kept him in skin tight clothes and showed off his wings. Towels hiding him just so, just enough. Half-lidded gazes and wet hair were the norm, a model’s hand splayed on his chest or his back.

He never let any of the models or any of the photographers actually touch his wings, but the illusion was there.

The gold of his eyes was always emphasized whenever possible.

So Hawks was not unaccustomed to hearing compliments about his appearance.

Yet, here he was, riding Dabi, naked, with his wings flared out in pleasure, feeling shy under his gaze and words.

Dabi, who was equally naked under him, sat up and adjusted their positions, still inside him, and a small gasp escaping Hawk’s lips. He reached a hand up to cup Hawks’ cheek. “Don’t get shy on me now, birdie.”

Read the rest here !

[anefoliande]

Happy belated birthday to our favorite villain who will always be a hero.

I think if Tenko become a hero, he would be best friends with stars and stripes as her being ms. USA and him being mr. japan.

Bonus:

In this AU Toga is also a spy like Hawks, but Twice raised them, so they had a good childhood despite the hero comission.

[gh0stchoir]

Ok hear me out

Trans Dabi

Back before the whole ‘Touya is dead’ thing, Dabi told Endeavor he wanted to be a boy. Endeavor got upset and screamed at him berating him. Telling him he could only ever be his daughter and nothing more.

Now he’s proudly showing off his scars and when seeing his father again, yelling out ‘look at your daughter now! Am I still your daughter endeavor?!”

[drengar]

@hostica replied: Dabi laughed.

"I don't wanna hear it from you, sparky."

[x-neurotoxin-x]

heart (for the game)

None for Gold current (that isn't part of what's already posted)

But the cat army fic...........

(Tw implied animal death in case folks are sensitive to that

He picks one of the kittens up as careful as he can.  His throat is all closed up again and his chest is so tight it's hard to breathe.  The kitten is limp, not moving, not meowing, isn't breathing… He puts it down and checks the other three, by the time he puts down the last, his eyes are wet and his heart sinks…

[touyalove]

Touya, your darling who grabs your hand and squeezes it whenever he's stressed.

Touya, your darling who wants a hug whenever he's getting anxious.

Touya, your darling who just can't get enough of your softness, of your silky puffy skin when it's against his rough and burnt one.

Touya, your darling who loves the sight of you being so cute and lovingly whenever you nuzzle your squishy cheeks and nose against his scarred neck. Slowly kissing it.

Touya, your darling who can look for hours in your beautiful eyes like it's the best documentary ever. He could loose himself in your eyes.

Touya,your darling who is exactly the way you think he'd be; he'd be so gentle, carrying, tender and full of sincere love.

Touya, your darling who loves you with no hidden interest. Is just pure tender love between the two of you.

Touya, your darling who loves you the way you are.

Touya, your darling who thinks every night while he holds you close to his chest, his heart.. about how he is the the luckiest man in the world to have a lover like you and how grateful he is.

Touya loves you so much, and right now all he wish is for the two of you to get old together, old and wrinkly with lots of beautiful memories together.

💗

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