#reader x Dabi

[kaybug88]

Dabi x Pro! Reader

Based on HEARTBEAT by Isabel LaRosa 

TW: Angsty (I think? Correct me if I’m wrong ;-;), Suggestive themes at beginning, mentions of blood

Requested? Nope! WC: 1.6k

・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・

Being with him was painful. He loved you, you loved him, but it would never work. The most wanted Villain in Japan and one of the top pros, it's laughable. It was a back-and-forth battle between finding the courage to stop things and waking up in his bed the next morning with clothes scattered on the floor.

“I can feel your heartbeat, heartbeat, heartbeat.”

“We can't keep going back and forth like this, Dabi. . .”

You say with panted breath as he pulls away from your puffy lips. His normally cerulean blue eyes clouded with lust, and a clear frustration. You two almost got caught. . . again . . . Just mere hours ago, he had to shove you behind him when Toga came skipping into his room, asking what he wanted to eat.

-

“Kurogiri is getting us some food! What do you want?” 

She had said in a sing-song voice.

Only thing he wanted, and planned to eat tonight was you.

But he’d never say that to anyone besides you.

He had eventually got her to go away, telling the blonde he wasn't hungry.

Well, not for actual food anyway.

-

“What do you mean?”

He said with a hint of annoyance, lips parted and breathing coming out in heavy pants. The way he looked down on you was almost scary, but so delightful at the same time.

“You know wh-”

You had tried before he cut you off with another hunger filled kiss, he was acting as though he was a starved man, and your lips were his final meal. He eventually pulled away; brows furrowed in frustration.

“No. No I don't. Last time I checked, as much as I don’t want to say it, you love me, and I love you. Why do you want this to stop?”

He asked with clear frustration. He was right though. You love each other, and both of you hate it, even if you wouldn't admit either. You both have this burning desire for one another, and not just for casual hookups.

“You hate it that you love me, love me, love me.”

You feel his heartbeat speed up, pounding on his rib cage, almost as if his heart had grown a mind of its own and ached to be free.

“I think you do, though. . . I'm a pro, and you're a Villain. . . It won't work, and even if it does, I- we cou-”

You're cut off with a gasp as he roughly bites your neck, small amounts of blood oozing from where he bit, his tongue licking the metallic tasting liquid as if it was sweet nectar.

“I don't care about that right now. I need to know why you suddenly don’t want to be mine, for me to be yours.”

“We don't talk about it, but we know that you're mine.”

“I never said that. . . It's just. . .”

“Just what? Just what is it?”

He said in a slight outburst. He almost seemed. . . nervous, like he didn't want to lose you.

As for what he was feeling, this was a sudden outburst of nervousness he never wanted you to see. He hated feeling nervous, he thought being nervous was weak, but for you? He was beyond scared you'd try to leave him. He had learned to love again for you. It wouldn't matter If you didn't want to be with him anyway, he'd tear apart the world just to find you again.

You both were scared of what would happen if your relationship was put into the open.

“It's okay, you're nervous, it's obvious and you can't hide.”

“I'm scared, okay! I'm scared other pros will find out about us, they'll throw you in Tartarus, and they'll throw me in there with you!”

You replied in an outburst.

It was the truth.

If you weren't so nervous of people finding out about you two, you'd selfishly keep him for yourself, letting others know you have him wrapped around your finger.

You two were getting too close, and things were getting increasingly dangerous to try and see each other.

You both have been idiotic, especially the times he liked to watch you during patrols. If he was feeling reckless, he'd purposefully stand in places he knew you'd go by, just so you two can talk.

“We're too close, I should go.”

But no matter how dangerous things have been getting to see one another, you'd never want to stop. Neither of you did, no matter how hard it was to love each other.

“Don't let me drive home.”

He doesn't say anything after your exclamation of how scared you were to be caught, instead he lowers his lips onto yours.

The kiss isn't as hungry anymore. The soft movements each say their own things, and you understand just how nervous he is too. The kiss whispers things to you, you sending your own unspoken words to him as your lips move against each other.

You simply loved how he could kiss you like this; soft, loving, and nothing less than undevoted care, and how he could kiss you like a starved man. If he could, which he absolutely would, you'd let him take your very soul. As much as he was yours, you were his, and you were more than happy for it to be that way.

“Take my soul, need control, now that we're alone.”

During the slow kiss, his heartbeat slows. His heartbeat whispers its own things to you. Even though he isn't one to say words such as ‘I love you's’ often, he still did and made up for those missed words in times like these. 

“I can feel your heartbeat, heartbeat, heartbeat.”

Loving each other was beyond frustrating. Especially for him. Sometimes he hated How unbelievably in love he was with you. He couldn't stand how if you called him, asking to simply speak, he'd drop the very thing he was doing to accompany your every need.

“You hate it that you love me, love me, love me.”

He was so unbelievably in love with you- down right obsessed with you, it was obvious. The League had, and will continue to, accuse him of finding someone to love, demanding they meet her, unknowingly meet you. He knows they can't, because God forbid the hellish wrath that would unleash if they found he was dating a pro hero.

“Obsessive, you look closely, but I like that.”

You know he's obsessed with you, know he'd tear the world apart simply to find, and ravish you. Hell, he'd set this world up in his memorizing blue flames if you even suggested it.

He's not afraid to show it either. More times than you can count has he wrapped his long, rough fingers around your wrist, telling you your his, and how he'd kill anyone who dared to even think about laying a finger on you that isn’t himself.

“Possessive, you're not mine, but you imply that.”

Even though he was possessive as he is, it doesn't mean he isn’t yours. 

He begins to kiss slowly along your jawline after moving away from your lips. He makes his way from your jaw to your nose, to your forehead, and then back around to your lips, leaving a fiery feeling in his wake.

“We're too close, I should go.”

You don't mind times like these. In fact, you cherish them to the utmost degree. They remind you that you're loved, they show you your villain boyfriend can be as soft as any other person. These close times are soft and loving, and you couldn't wish for more.

“Don't let me drive home.”

Sometimes you wish you could stay like this forever, your soft lips against his chapped ones, moving in a synchronized harmony. Even though he preferred the time things were desirable, rushed, and lustful, he loved these times just as much.

He loved the times like these, times like these were what reminded him of a loving touch the soft kisses he missed from growing up. He loved times like these where you had taught him it's okay to feel upset, to feel love.

“Take my soul, need control, now that we're alone.”

He presses one last long, soul overpowering kiss to your lips. The kiss has desire, but the kind that's adoration and care filled. Once he brings his lips away from your own, he places his forehead on your own, lips parted and eyes closed as you sit in a comfortable silence, the only audible thing is the breathing coming from the two of you.

“I can feel your heartbeat, heartbeat, heartbeat.”

You had gone from  rushed, lustful and hunger filled emotions to this. To  soft, caring, and love filled soft breaths exchanged between you two.

“You hate It that you love me, love me, love me.”

Sometimes, more times than not, it was hard to love one another. Hard to keep things secret, hard to see each other while you were working with other pros.

But you both managed.

“I can feel your heartbeat, heartbeat, heartbeat.”

Heartbeats and breaths slowed while you sit in each other's presence. The air isn't as hot and stuffy as before, now it's almost soft, easy to breathe in.

You could get used to this. Sure, you loved your work and didn't fully approve of the way Dabi did things, but you could live like this, in this moment.

“You hate it that you love me, love me, love me.”

You can't help but think to yourself as he grumbles against your neck, his breathing slowed, and lust nearly gone from his eyes, replaced by complete adoration before his eyes flutter shut after opening just to look at your eyes, just as love filled. You smile softly to yourself before drifting to sleep with him. Tomorrow won't be like this, and you don't expect any days soon to be like this, but you could live with that.

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AN; So, this was my first, ever, post worthy work! What do you think? I know, I know, it’s pretty cringe and repetitive from the song, but I feel like it’s a start. If you have any suggestions on what to do differently in future works, please, please, let me know!

[ectologia]

♱ ˖ ࣪࿐ 𝒯𝐻𝐼𝒩𝒦𝐼𝒩𝒢 𝒜𝐵𝒪𝒰𝒯 . . .

𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓃𝓉 ؛ asphyxiation ﾉ breeding ﾉ doggy style ﾉ riding ﾉ full nelson ﾉ dick piercings ﾉ profanity

𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 . . .

Dabi’s favourite positions.

He enjoys a classic doggy. He loves how his scolding hot hands, ribbed and marred from years of misuse, mould into the pudgy flesh cushioning your hips and tummy. Squeezing the life out of you with clawed crooked fingers stabbing into your stomach while he stuffs his lengthy shaft all the way up to the stiff peak of your cervix, kissing the tiny opening with the dangerously armed tip of his pierced cock, threatening to splurge the entrance of your womb with wet, sticky seed. It makes him feel like a dog, a ferocious hound, a wild beast. Surviving to live and living to survive. Rutting with warm pants and throaty howls, grunting into the soft hairs that line your nape as he hunches over the extension of your spine, anticipating the moment he finally gets to fill your bitch pussy up with his puppies.

On the other hand, he’s also an avid enjoyer of having you hump him. He’ll pick you up by your shoulders, interlocking each of his lithe fingers around your limbs as he poises you atop his painfully erect dick, sitting your ass down on his hips as they bump up into your soft squishy bits, commanding you to ride him like his own little cowgirl. You complain that you’re tired after the first minute or so, it’s a constant but he just doesn’t seem to care. He’ll swat the meat of your plump butt with a flick of his wrist, telling you to “giddyup” and ride him properly, hissing through grit teeth to “bounce up and down on his fat-ass horse cock.” With splayed palms, his hands rest limply at your haunches, stroking the prickled fuzz of hair growing along your calves and below your thighs as you claw and clutch at the layer of fat chubbing his otherwise lean abs, nails scrunching and sprouting along the fleshy ripples every time he bucks up into you with a sly grin. Sneering at your startled yelps and pitiful whimpers.

But what really gets Dabi going, what really tickles his fancy. Is when you let him fold you like a deck chair. His drug of choice would have to be a nice, stuffy full nelson. One where you let him crumple you up like a tin can in his fist, one where he has your legs sticking out every which way, twitching and shivering and shuddering like a spider beneath his boot. He thinks you look so sweet like that, when he has your arms smushed between your tits, and your thighs locked on his elbows, no where to run and definitely no where to hide. He’ll do you in front of the mirror, all so he can see that cute violet hue overcome your features whence he’s blocked your air ways for a second or five too many. Biceps shaking, evidence of his lassitude after purposely trying to choke you out with his manhood fucked half-way inside that puffy little cunny he loves to hurt so much. He’ll chew his lip as you gasp and splutter, barely attempting to stifle the ashen chuckle that threatens to erupt as flecks of spittle fly onto his hairy thighs. Cooing at you, he’ll rub lines into your buzzing clit, nuzzling and huffing into your ear while he taps and faps away at the hard lovebud, refusing to move when you panic, flailing and screeching as the stimulation becomes too overbearing. Only then will he relent, recollecting your flapping arms and legs to spear you from the bottom, lowering you up and down his smouldering hot length, spiked with hooks and other metal weaponry a-geared to tear your delicate pussy open from the inside out.

[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 ;)

[existentialfailure]

Pairing: Touya / Reader

Length: Ficlet, 1105 words. 

Description: Touya's perspective regarding his relationship with reader. Not necessarily positive or negative. Slightly retrospective.

Warnings: Suggestive themes, swearing, Dabi being Dabi.

Notes: Pre-LOV, Dabi definitely doesn't have the villain thing sorted out.

When he first met you, he hadn't joined the league. He was a two-bit thief, and a compulsive liar. He gave you his real name, but his last name is something he pulled out of a shitty article he read in a pornographic magazine. He got a kick out of that- who writes editorials for fuckin’ skin mags? And who the fuck is reading them? Apparently losers like himself.

He gave a weepy little song and dance about a shit childhood and growing up poor. A little bit of truth with enough lies to keep you from thinking too hard about anything. He worked at a convenience store (lie) you’d never have the opportunity to stop at (true, it didn’t exist), and when he wasn’t taking up space using your bed and amenities, he was at his own apartment (half truth, he was squatting).

Your purpose was originally survival. Easy meal, free water, free electricity. You kept his clothes from smelling like mildew, and his stomach from constantly caving in on itself, and he made sure you couldn’t walk straight in the mornings after he spent the night. 

You were a bit of a ditz. You didn’t read too much into things, and he was grateful for the bleeding fuckin’ heart you had for him to take advantage of. It was the perfect matchup; the greatest combination of give-and-take-take-take.

Then as time went on, shit soured somehow somewhere, and he found himself lingering a little longer. When he’d normally leave not long after you left for work in the morning, he caught himself fiddling around your apartment. Picking your shit up and putting it away. Fixing the blankets and pillows on your bed. Putting his excess clothes in a laundry basket instead of left out on the floor for you to deal with later. Cleaning up after himself in the bathroom after he showered. Things he never even blinked at before- it was always your deal, and you never complained about doing it. Now suddenly, he felt compelled to do it for you.

He started spending a little money here and there to leave crap in the fridge. That was usually your job, your problem- it was your fridge to keep stocked to feed you both. Now suddenly he was tucking away ice cream he knew you liked, random specialty drinks from the corner store you made an off handed comment about. Stupid nonsense with what little change he could spare. He’d stand and stare at it as he put your newest addition on the shelf of the fridge, brows furrowed and lips pulled into a frown. He was being fucking weird. He would still leave it there for you.

When he’d come back around you’d make a big deal about it, about his 'surprise for you', and he hated it. You made his stomach hurt.

It was worse when he’d bring take out. You’d act all grateful and excited like he did something special for you, and he’d have to insist he absolutely did not do this for you. He was just in the mood for some greasy fried garbage, he made the decision for himself. It was absolutely not so you didn’t have to cook tonight. No way. Stop looking all sly like that. Seriously.

Don’t mention him cleaning up after you both. He was just getting up and going to the kitchen first is all. Stop being a pain, and stop looking all giddy.

You’d be coiled around him like a snake later that particular night. Face smashed into his chest, and he’d be looking down at you with his chin in his shoulder wondering how the staples weren’t digging permanent pits into the fat of your cheek. Did he tell you before you have a gross taste in men? He thinks he did sometime around the third or fourth run in you had. He’ll brush his fingers beneath your eyes, and under your lips, marveling at the smooth skin and swallow the bile in his throat realizing he needs to get the fuck out of here before he burns you up like Touya Todoroki on Sekoto Peak.

[tofumilkbread]

Dabi with a reader who's an Endeavor fan??

Oh boy, someone help this man. He loves you, he really REALLY does but GOD if you don't make it hard sometimes..

Everytime you break into a rant about the hero he just bites you, no explanation, no warning just CHOMP. On cheek, on neck, on shoulder, on YOUR STOMACH. This guy does NOT care-

just say the shitty hero's name again and he's punishing you by casually taking a bite out of you.

[moodyvoid]

You’re dating Dabi and you want to meet his parents and he wants to keep up his facade with you that he’s not part of the infamous league of villains, so Magne and Mr. Compress dress up and act like his Mom and Dad.

Magne, glaring: “So, what are your intentions with my son?”

Dabi: “A little less intense, Mag.”

Magne: “Show a little respect... Call me Mommy.”

Dabi: “not a chance in hell—“

Mr. Compress: “Wanna see a magic trick?”

Dabi: “No, they don’t want to see a magic trick, Mr.— Dad.”

Mr. Compress pulls a bouquet of roses out of thin air and hands it to you.

Magne, opening a photo album: “Would you like to see his mugshots— I mean, his vacation photos?”

Dabi: “No— Why do you have those?”

—Later on that night—

You: “Your parents are very interesting. Different than I expected.”

Dabi: “I’m adopted.”

You: “I loved meeting your siblings, too.”

Dabi: “My what—“

Twice and Toga both waving from the front door.

Twice: “Nice meeting you!!— You could do way better!”

Toga: “Bring them back soon, Dabi! They’re cooler than you!”

Dabi, deadpanning: “Oh, yeah… my siblings.”

[somorrow]

Okay but Dabi loves to tie you up. The sight of you flushed, hands high over your head, your breasts slightly pressed together, and your mouth gagged gets him going. The power he has over you now (and always) never fails to push him further. Your glassy, watery eyes, your red face and the drool slipping past your lips. He wants to hear you whine, plead, try to beg for more pleasure, beg for the sting of his searing hot hands and tongue on your skin. He’s never gentle unless he feels like it — which isn’t often. Your compromising position gives him full access to your entire body, exactly as he wants it. He takes whatever he can from you, your breath, your praises, your orgasm. In fact, he tears it from you almost violently with every jerk of his fingers and aggressive swipe of his tongue. Even when you finish the first time, he’s not done with you. Nowhere close. Not until he hears you say it, or at least try to say it from that pretty, full mouth of yours.

Touya…

He wants to take at least three more nearly painful orgasms before he caves and decides to give instead of take take take. And luckily for you, it’s the exact thing you’ve been begging for all night.

[dilfhos]

TRAINRIDE

#!WHO; DABI x fem!READER

A! i hope u ignore this cus its stupid but I think dabi/touya being a total scum to huge endeavor fan reader should be a thing

+ (i added my twist to it; at the time this was sent, i was on my dc shit heavy and id already started it)

#!CW: deadoves!n0nc0n, dirty talk, degradation, humiliation, implied exhibitionism, gaslighting, touya arc if you squint real close! dabi has dick piercings bc i said so

tagging: @mostlyheinous @scariusaquarius @dabislittlemouse @nyx--knacks @the-grimm-writer @ectologia

Dabi hated taking public transportation, especially now.

It subjected him to having to conceal his identity for one, blending into the fleeting crowds with dark, long clothing. It didn’t bother him as much had it been any other time, one where he wasn’t on constant guard or easily irritated by familiar phrases and his face.

Dabi only gave a quick glance to the glass behind him, eyeing the way his big hood hung low on his head, hand deep into his trench pocket as the other supported his balance. He drew his hood lower at the glance from a man on his left.

The train eased to a stop and the doors slid open as the crowd swarmed to bring in and send out more people. When the doors closed and the train began to move again, he found himself being thrown forward. A small yelp came from the woman in front of him, turned partially.

He was about to mumble something before his eyes made contact with what she was wearing.

Seeing that you were brazenly adorned in merchandise of the number one hero, he scrunched his nose up at the sight of your complimentary accessories before finally settling on your face. Preoccupied with your phone to notice his oggling, you shifted, body moving with the force of the train as it started moving.

Dabi didnt mean to look, but the subtle quake of your chest piqued his vision and he wished he wasn’t met with those same fucking eyes. How cringe you looked with the familiar navy phone-case you had on the back of your phone to match.

In fact, if Dabi wanted to, he’d stand there and count every one of Endeavor’s paraphernalia and the number could be well over three. You really walk around like that? Parading your favorite hero on your body like a fangirl poster.

He chuckled darkly before rolling his eyes. Yeah, you probably had one or two of them in your room that you fuck yourself to at night to boot.

The train was only a little crowded but not enough to fully obscure your body from his view. You were dressed in jeans, the denim pairing with a snug t-shirt that sculpted your chest perfectly under his gaze. On the back he could see the familiar bright flames. They were disgustingly familiar, completing the stoic features of the hero on the front.

“Endeavor, huh?” You finally glanced up, a bit surprised to find barely anyone on board at this point. A few men sat adjacent, some sleep, others occupied on their own devices and papers or simply dead in gaze as they awaited their respective stops.

Then him, of course.

Turning fully around you face the source of the comment and your heart began to hammer.

Under a subtle glance or two, he didn’t look too out of the ordinary. Dark pants, shoes and a coat on his back, he could’ve as easily passed for some unremarkable human being cold and exhausted from days events. However, under the certain proximity, you had a clear view of his face, unmistakably his metal-littered, scarred face and the dangerously piercing gaze to match.

You parted your lips but he held up a finger, silencing you before you could squeak a sound. He glanced around toward the few other occupants in the car, noting them to be of no significance until his eyes returned back to yours, the silent threat of impending danger weighing heavily in the air around you.

“Are you-are you going to kill me?” You finally said, voice sickeningly timid. Wide eyes peered up at him, height clearing yours as he slowly backed you towards the side of the car.

“He your favorite hero?” Dabi ignored your question, eyes flickering to your chest before his hand followed. You squeaked in surprise as he boldly placed his hand against your breast.

Jerking away, you prepare to to defend yourself when he gripped your wrist.

“To answer the question, I’m not gonna kill you. ‘M just gonna hurt you real bad though,” You’re spun before another word is uttered, the rattling of metal against wheels loud enough to drown your protests.

“Please don’t do this,” His hands were exploring your body, running up your thighs and cruelly pinching at the skin on your sides before settling on the hem of your jeans.

“Please don’t,” You whimpered shakily, meeting the villain’s eyes in the glass.

“I just feel like ya personally insulting me y’know?” He grunted over the sound of his belt clinking. His hand was back on your side now, nails digging into the meat of the exposed skin until drawing a wince.

Dabi shuffled forward until your hands were pressed against the wall of the train, steadying yourself. His other made quick work of yanking down your jeans until they rested around your thighs, panties on display before his hungry gaze.

“D-don’t. I’ll scream.” By now, you’d been reduced to a whimpering, teary-eyed mess, your frantic gaze shifting through the other riders for a witness to what was going on.

But they were all too preoccupied to care.

“Yeah, for who?” The passengers that did notice were the wrong ones.

You met the greedy eyes of the man closest to you and the way his own dropped down to your connected bodies. Dabi was quick to notice that and chuckled before leaning down toward your ear.

“Still your idol, doll? This is his society, you know? The one on your ridiculously, ugly top,” He snickered, his fingers hooking into the side of your panties.

Before you could cry out, his scarred hand clamped over your mouth at the same time as his cock breached your cunt. You tensed, nothing escaping you but a muffled gasp as he shoved himself past your tight ring of resistance. Your eyes were wide, peering back at you in the glass, reflecting off of the pain and horror present.

“Mm, so tight.” He licked the shell of your ear and you release a shuddering sob. He began a snappy, brutal pace, the thick cock dragging heavily through your dry walls. Every time he pulled away, you felt every vein, every metallic orb scraping against gummy insides.

He slammed back into you at the same time the train screeched over rusted tracks, grunting with every stroke, his thin hip bones snapping against your ass.

His grip was bruising as he held onto your waist, his wrist only flicking to push and pull you back onto his dick. His other hand remained pressed against your mouth to muffle your cries and moans. You reached behind to at least try and push him away, alleviate the grating pain he was causing but your attempts were laughable as he only slapped away your efforts.

Dabi sped up, stumbling forward until your front was pressed against the metal interior, body squished between hot and cool. The hand over your mouth dropped to hang loosely around your neck, tilting your head back to meet his. The hood over his head only served to make him all the more menacing with the shadow that casted over his grotesque features.

“What do you think Mr. Endeavor would say if he saw his biggest fan being defiled like this? Probably be disgusted huh? I mean, allowing a complete stranger to fuck you on public transportation.” Your eyes closed as you imagined the twisted look of repulsion on your favorite hero and the image brought you to more tears.

You hiccupped as he trailed fingers down in between your legs to brush against your clit, missing the way his grin widened at the way you suddenly tense up. You released a pained moan at the way your pussy clamped down on him.

“So sensitive,” He chuckled at the way you try and bite down your orgasm. He could feel you start to relax, your cunt pulsating around him as your juices started to slick him up.

Overhead, the sound of the loudspeaker crackling at the next stop had Dabi’s eyes glancing up, as if now aware of the time. Releasing you, his hand fell to your other hip where his blunt nails dug as his pace quickened.

“Stop’s coming up,” He mumbled. You didn’t really hear him though. You were busy trying not to give in to the way his cock was filling you up, the pain parting into pleasure, your juices beginning to fall and squish around his dick.

Your head hung low; you couldn’t even look at your reflection in the glass anymore, at the way your brows furrowed over glossy, blown eyes. The way your wet lips part to release silent moans. You were despicable. You couldn’t call yourself a fan of the great Endeavor anymore, not after this.

Not after him.

Dabi’s feet planted firmly, his hips suddenly stuttering to a halt. He was quick to conceal your squeal with his hand again as his dick twitched in your cunt. Your teary eyes widened as you felt warmth flooding you, too horrified to even move save for your trembles.

He was still going, slowly rutting his nut back into you with shallow strokes. It was only until you heard a chime overhead that he pulled away with a content sigh.

Dabi eyed the way his cum was beginning to seep down your thighs, dripping into your bunched up jeans and an idea formed in his head, one that had him grinning sadistically.

A moment later your trembling legs finally gave way allowing you to sink onto the floor.

He began to fix himself, adjusting the hood on his head. He threw a cocky salute to the man eyeballing him earlier and a final disgusted look down at those eyes on your shirt. He then shook his head with a forming smile, walking away and leaving you on the floor of the cold train. The whooshing of the doors were deafening in your ears as you looked up to greedy eyes.

Back at the hero agency, Endeavor’s phone lit up and a notification from an unknown number had his brows furrowed in confusion at the link. His scowl only deepened after further investigation.

DILFOS. do not plagiarize my content—current or archival.

[dabisair]

Dabi x gn!reader

Warnings: talk of death, reader is implied to be in therapy, Dabi is definitely nothing like Dabi, soft Dabi.

A/N: Uhh I guess I just need a hug? That's it, that's your summary too. Reader just needs a hug.

“Tell me why I’m humoring you right now.”

“Because you like me more than you want to admit.”

“Ha ha ha. Very funny, doll.”

“Because I knew you would be awake, and you knew you would answer?”

“Alright, alright,” Dabi sighs, shifting fabric reaching your ear as he moves, “so?”

“So…”

“Th’fuck’re you callin’ me for at two in the morning?”

“I don’t- sorry, I know, I just… I can’t put it into words, I guess.”

“Whatever.”

“I don’t really have a reason to be here, you know?” you pick at your quilt. A panic attack was keeping you awake, and you hoped that talking to someone as apathetic and uncaring as your raven-haired paramore would help, “I don’t have a purpose.”

Dabi scoffs, the sharp sound of a lighter coming to life bringing a small smile to your lips, “not the person you should be talking to about that, doll. I ain’t no help. Call that stupid bird, he’s a hero, he can help.”

“Yeah, that’s why I called you. I’m offended, honestly. You think I’d call him? Ew. Gross. I’ll pass.”

The howl of laughter that escapes Dabi - pure delight and ecstasy at your disapproval in regards to the wing hero - brings a bigger smile to your lips. Calling Dabi, well, that was the right choice. Talking to him was already helping!

“Tell me what else you’d pass on~”

“Oh my god, everything? Whatever comes out of his mouth is just pretty words and prettier lies. I have no interest. There’s little he can do to actually keep my eye.”

“Yeah~? Glad you feel that way - but for what it’s worth, I still think you should have called him, not me.”

“Why, cuz I’m sad and lonely and hate every second I spend alive? Call him so that he can swoop in on his big wings and save me?”

“I mean, sure. Better than talking to a villain about it.”

“Hey,” you wet your lips, shifting on your bed, “you are a villain. You would do it if I asked you to, right?”

“Do what?”

“Kill me.”

His silence carries from where he is, to where you are, a terrible weight that sits on your shoulders. It forces a sigh from your lips, “living is difficult and I don’t like it. I don’t like difficult things. I don’t like working, but I don’t like having nothing to do. I don’t like being awake. I don’t like being alive. If I had a choice in the matter, I would have rather never been here a single second.”

Dabi maintains his silence, but his next breath is one of anger. His heat is palpable despite the distance between you.

“Keep talking like that and I will kill you.”

“Date and time?” you try to joke, a nervous laugh bubbling up your throat.

“You have the fuckin’ gall to ask me to kill you and then be afraid of the prospect?”

“Yeah? That’s the funny thing about it, D - or I guess, the annoying thing about it. I am scared. Maybe when it happens I won’t be, but y’know, I like to think about things.”

“Stop thinking about it, then.”

“I can’t turn it off like that,” you huff, leaning back against the headboard, “I try, promise.”

“If anyone should be thinking like that, it’s me, dumbass.”

“But you have a purpose. You have a drive. You have a reason to be here - what reason do I have? None.”

“You have a life,” he snaps, and you think that maybe he was right. You should have called Hawks, because in your knowledge of Dabi being a villain, you had always thought he would never be bothered by you talking about the things that troubled you the most.

Evidently, you were wrong; you were wrong because his breaths are heavy with anger, and his tone is laced with distress.

“Friends, family, you have that.”

“And they have each other. My friends have other friends. My family has other family. They don’t need me - I’m not needed. My presence it’s not… it’s not needed. I don’t bring anything special or important to anyone around me.”

“You little brat,” he spits; something breaks in the background, and you’re not sure where he is, but you’re immediately worried.

“Don’t do something stupid, D.”

His laugh is incredulous, “me do something stupid? Take a look in the mirror, baby! You don’t want me to do something stupid, then stop talking stupid.”

“... okay. Fine. I see your point. I still don’t want to be here.”

“Because no one needs you?”

“Yeah.”

“I need you.”

You jump in your skin, hearing double. There’s a knock at your window. You stare at him, leaning against the glass, eyes illuminated by the azure flames he has simmering in his chest.

“Uh--”

“That date and time you wanted? Right fucking now,” he gives your window a good whack with flat of his fist. The blow is strong enough to put a few cracks in the glass, “open the fucking window.”

You drop your phone on the nightstand, not as scared as you thought you might be. He’s pocketing his own phone by the time you get to the window and unlatch it to let him in. He backs you right up to your bed, knocking you down onto it with his chest.

His finger is in your face as he leans over you, rage making the skin under his eyes bubble, “I’m not your therapist.”

“Nope, no, no you’re not.”

“But I know when you’re panic-talking.”

“Source needed.”

“Source being how well I fucking know you.”

You reach up to cup his face in your hands, the realization settling in that you actually scared him. Now you feel the tears gathering in your eyes, taking a deep breath to stabilize yourself. It becomes more difficult when he covers one of your hands in his.

“Sorry,” you muster, “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

He makes no effort to deny it.

“I just - I just struggle to find a reason to be here - to want to be here. It takes too much effort to be alive.”

“Then let me be your reason - tonight, at least,” he leans back, balancing on his knees as he shucks off his jacket.

You feel infinite amounts better when his weight settles against you, arms wrapping tightly around his neck. Weary eyes slide closed, fingers twisting in the back of his loose shirt.

“Next time, just tell me you need a hug.”

“Okay.”

“You’ll have to make this up to me,” his words are warm, face nuzzling against your neck.

“Okay.”

[writermask-0807]

todoroki touya (dabi) x reader “[3:07 a.m.]”

warnings: swearing, angst with no happy ending (i think?? m not sure 🫠) this is like a. vent, ig, haha. also probably shitty cus it's stupid and unedited and like. three in the morning.

[3:07 a.m.]

when dabi finally slips into your room, reeking of burnt flesh and ash and ruin, you’re already fast asleep,

(the shape of you heart-wrenchingly small under the thick covers, as if you were trying to protect yourself from- his heart clenches. from him.)

but that’s just as well, or so dabi thinks. the hour is ungodly, and he comes home late - later than late, actually, late enough that it’s early. late enough that you probably thought he wasn’t coming home at all, and who could blame you?

dabi is a man that commits arson and felonies on tuesday evenings and grins at the rising smoke and flames. he’s a man that burns to the touch, if he lets you in close enough - an icarus with melting wax wings, forever falling under the sun because some shitty feathers and a twisted ambition isn’t enough to keep him from burning.

but the thing with you is that you don’t mind the smoke or the ash - even if it means you’ll burn from tending to fire.

because you’re selfless and kind like that - you’ve always been, you with your soft healing hands gentle upon his skin (as if you think he’s actually a thing worthy of such redeeming softness, like he’s actually, really good) and your tender, open smiles and your stupid endless patience that never seems to run out even when he doesn’t come home for days, and when he finally does come, it’s to end up shitfaced and bleeding all over your couch, stealing the change on your counter or running hot when you beg him to stay, and -

dabi doesn’t deserve you, not when he hurts you as much as he loves you. but love has made him selfish - if not a little cruel.

but tonight, he promises, is the last.

the moonlight makes soft of your peaceful, sleeping face, and you’re so achingly beautiful like this, no furrow to your brow or wobbling curve of your mouth.

mindlessly, one of his hands drifts up to trace over the plump of your cheek, the bridge of your nose and then your jaw, stroking softly.

his breath trembles.

there are shadows under your eyes, dried tears on your cheeks. all because of him. what else does he need to see to know that this is what he does to you? that this is why he needs to leave?

for a world-muffling second, there is only the slow rise and fall of your chest, the soft lull of your breathing. the cadence of your heartbeat slow and sleepy as it beats against his own chest, thump thump thumping with your every breath.

and dabi lets his hand fall away, makes to stand up. he loves you, but you’re better off without him. this is for your own good, this is for his own good–

your eyes blink open in the darkness, tired and dark and mournful as you peer up at him through the shadows, your pinkie slowly, unflinchingly curling around his.

“stay,” you murmur, and he can hear the hoarse exhaustion in your voice.

“stay. please.” you whisper again, and dabi doesn’t have the heart to say no.

he slips back under the covers, lets you grip his hand tightly like you’re afraid he’ll disappear again, because it’s not entirely false. kisses your forehead, your cheeks, your fluttering eyelids. your trembling mouth.

“i love you, dabi.” you murmur, eyes fluttering shut again.

“love you too.” he tells you, guiltily waiting for when you’ll fall asleep again.

FIN-

[evalineplayz19]

I need help finding yet another fic

Short summary from memory

Dabi x reader, reader is pregnant and Dabi is in jail and the fic starts with reader watching dabi be hauled off to jail and the reader meets up with the todo family (in this dabi has been revealed to be Touya) and reader forms a bond and at the end the reader meets up with dabi in jail and he runs out of his cell to give reader hug and kiss

This might be very vague but it’s all I remember so if you find it please let me know

PLEASE ITS BEEN MONTHS WITH LITTLE LUCK I BEG OF YOU SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME FIND IT😭

[thecowboykatsuki-anon]

There’s simply no reason that your ex should look so good pinning you up against the bathroom wall in your favorite bar, with your boyfriend somewhere just outside.

No reason that dark cowboy hat should offset his icy blue eyes so well while he’s glaring down at you, no reason he should smell so good when he’s leaning down to press hot open mouthed kisses along your throat and shoulder.

And no reason his voice should be affecting you the way it is when he rasps out that he knows you’re thinking about him when you’re with your new boyfriend, his teeth scraping over your skin and threatening to leave a mark.

No reason at all.

[ectologia]

i saw this thing where you make responses to darling saying “it hurts” but it gets meaner and meaner and i immediately thought of you and yanderenightmare bc y’all wld eat it up 🦋🦋

WHEN IT HURTS

WARNINGS: DUBCON, PROFANITY, ASPHYXIATION

DABI, KEIGO TAKAMI, KATSUKI BAKUGOU

“Ouch!” You squeal, pushing back against the deep set v-line curving his waist. His hips arch, bending forward closer and closer despite your protests. “Wait, wait! Stop, it hurts!”

He does as he’s told, halting with a dramatic pout. “Sorry.” A thumb prods your clit roughly, sliding upwards to pull the sticky hood back. “Want me to go slower?”

“Mhm..” Your knees slacken, dropping back down against your chest after the initial panic of being speared on his fat dick subsides.

Except, he doesn’t go slower. He continues feeding the length through the tight tunnel of your pussy. Sensing the oncoming fear that pulses through your body, he clasps two palms over the back hinges of your knees, folding you down flatter until your toes brisk the cartilage of your ears.

“Ah — Ow!” This time, your yelp comes out staggered. Whimpering while your legs kick and jerk in the air. You bring your hands down through the space of your thighs, pressing back against the hard plane of his stomach, clenching as he refuses to budge. “Babe, stop!”

His teeth grit, poised behind his lips in annoyance before he pulls back again, huffing with a creased nose. “What?”

Blinking up at him with flickering timid eyes, you warble. “..Hurts.”

You don’t catch his hushed grumbles, cursing under his breath as he begins to rub your swollen pearl a little more harshly, spiteful as he tries to press more slick out of your already puffy cunt.

“Not so rough..”

He begins to get pissed off with your incessant nagging. Flicking his wrist abruptly, he almost raises his hand to spank the pussy juice out of you. “..Babydoll” He purrs, thumb twitching as he stops himself from digging the blunt edge of his nails into your clit. “We can’t make love if you don’t let me inside.”

“I know! It’s just..” You shuffle back on your bum, but he only pulls you closer, squeezing your waist in his palm.

“Just what?”

He eyes the way you squirm, lips raising in a silent snarl as you fold your arms over your chest, all sweet and innocent as you cry from just the tip.

He’ll fuckin’ give you a reason to cry.

Your pleas fall on deaf ears as he shovels the rest of his cock inside, grunting once the pudge of his ballsack finally presses against the crease of your ass. He leans over you, using his combined weight and mass to keep your legs open while he drills you against the mattress, making you sound like a squeaky dog toy with every thrust.

“Shut the fuck up.” He claps a hand over your mouth, pinching your nose shut as-well in the hopes that you’ll pass out. God forbid he has to listen to you whining ‘till he nuts.

“We’re fucking now.”

[mha-cuties-pls]

One Last Look.

Pairing: reader x Dabi | words: 1k | rating: T |genre: emotional/romance

Bonus Chapter for: ‘Stolen Hearts.” Read Here

Each day seemed to pass by slower than the next as your stomach swelled to the size of a large balloon; it looked like you were a cartoon character who had eaten a watermelon in one bite.

It was becoming a bit more uncomfortable than you had originally imagined.

“Dabiii,” you whined, not moving from the position you had been occupying on the couch for the past day or so. Stretching your arms and feet out a bit, you sighed contently under the warmth of the plush blanket he had gotten you; it was cheetah print, your favorite.

“Yes, my love?” His voice carried from the other room over the TV show you were watching. Walking in to face you, you watched as he put on his jacket and grabbed a hat;

was he leaving you again already?

“We’re out of popcorn.” You said with a deflated look on your face, “I was going to ask you to get me some, but it looks like you already have plans.” The last of your words came out with a ‘huff’ as you turned your nose away from him and crossed your arms over your chest.

An exasperated sigh left his mouth while he made his way over to where you sat, “baby,” he said, voice smooth as he took your hands in his, and he convinced you to finally look into those ocean blue eyes that mesmerized you so much. “Baby, listen, please; you know I have to go out and do my job with the guys sometimes,” then, you watched him crouch down on his knees, and cup your swollen stomach tenderly in his hands as he laid his face against it and said, “but I will always make it back to you guys. Do you understand me?” The feeling of his voice vibrating on your stomach felt good, like you were more at ease.

He was using his serious voice; it made you smile.

“Of course we understand you, daddy.” You joked, smirking at him while you said it. You knew he loved it when you call him that. “You don’t always have to be so serious about everything.”

“Yeah, well, I didn’t exactly come by you by honest means,” Dabi grumbled as he shoved his feet into his heavy boots by the door, “so, forgive me for being a bit overprotective.”

Rolling your eyes, you walked up and threw your arms over his shoulders, capturing him in an embrace before he was able to go.

“You think it’d be okay if I went down to the store and got it myself?” You asked, looking up through your lashes, hoping it would win you a few extra points. He hasn’t been so generous letting you out lately, which you suspect is because of your current gestational state but; The time you spent here could get so boring sometimes, and you missed going to the supermarket.

Though, Dabi stood silent for a moment as he stared back at you in contemplation. “Okay,” he finally muttered, “but Ashahi is driving you.” Which meant basically you’ll have one of his right hand guys breathing down your neck the whole time, but the excitement of getting to go to a supermarket overshadowed any other feelings.

“Thank you!” You quipped happily, “I’m going to freshen up quickly then I’ll be ready to go!”

And as you carted off to your room to do whatever it was, Dabi watched you with a warm smile.

…

Walking down the aisles of fresh produce, you were suddenly so glad you decided to stop at a farmers market you had seen a sign for around the way. Being able to see all the fresh fruits and vegetables and other commodities sold right to you is something, you didn’t know you missed. And it feels good to be back.

It’s funny, you thought to yourself, the last time you were at one of these things was with-

“_____?”

You froze. That voice, it couldn’t be-

“_____.” He said, his voice barely a whisper, and more somber this time.

But you couldn’t ignore him; you had to look.

Your eyes were wide as your mouth hung open; there, when you turned, was Shouto.

Standing there.

Staring.

And then you two just kept standing there, staring. Not saying anything; not until you grabbed your stomach instinctively, and watched as his face paled.

Oh no.

“Is…” he started, his face starting to twist up, “is that…” trailing off, his dual colored eyes left yours, becoming fixated on your pregnant belly. “Is that his?” He finally whispered, disgust dripping from every word; and it made you freeze up.

You just stood there, like a deer in headlights, looking like an absolute chump while you sat across from him.

Fuck, you screamed internally, you couldn’t believe this was happening. That he was seeing you like this; it was weird, it was like looking back at another life. You almost remembered what it used to feel like when-

Thankfully though, you felt a strong, but friendly, presence grab your arm and pull you away from the area quickly; it was the guy Dabi sent to watch you.

Turning back once more to look at him, you watched Todorokis face as he slowly disappeared into the sea of the crowd as you were guided into your car.

You never thought you would see him again. It sent a pang through your heart; you even felt a bit wistful. Maybe times weren’t as bad as you thought;

The door was shut behind you quickly, taking you out of your trance and you gazed out the window as Asahi drove you away in the quiet luxury of his private car.

Releasing a sigh, you realized how glad you were that Dabi had forced him to come with you in the first place. And you just couldn’t wait until this little excursion to the store was over and he finally came home so you could see him again.

He was right of course, you didn’t need anything else in the world, but him.

Besides, as the pregnancy progressed you realized that perhaps you could use a few of his little henchmen, who run around trying to hard to impress him, rubbing your swollen pregnant feet. It’s the least they could do for the woman carrying his precious little creation.

“Do you think he’ll follow us, miss ____?” His henchman asked, a worried look in his eyes as he checked the mirrors frantically as we drove away.

“No,” you said without another thought; though it didn’t matter what you said, Asahi was already making a move to alert Dabi.

But as you drove away, you knew he wouldn’t try to follow you. You saw the look on his face.

He was broken;

And it was all your fault.

[existentialfailure]

You are You

Pairing: Touya / Reader

Length: Oneshot, 3124 words. 

Description: The rain used to be soothing. He seeks shelter from it now, there aren't many places to go when your home is the streets.

Warnings: Suggestive themes, explicitly language, Dabi being Dabi. Notes: Pre-LOV, Touya isn't savvy with this villain thing yet, pretty (strikingly) AU-ish.

When he was a boy, he loved the rain. The smell as it rolled in on the wind, the muted light it would cast over the courtyard. It was one of the few times he’d begrudgingly be okay with his father dismissing him from training. It still stung, still irritated him, but the rain soothed the hurt just like it soothed the sting of blisters on his chubby fingers and fat palms.

He’d slip outside while his mother was otherwise preoccupied. Kick off his shoes, peel his socks away and toss them where he wouldn’t recall where to find them. He’d spend as much time as he could abscond away in the furthest part of the yard, huddled behind the manicured azalea bushes that could be found there. Bare toes digging into the mud he had revealed from the grass he pulled up with his fingers, toenails blackening. He couldn’t recall the reason he did any of it, just that at the time he wanted to, and getting filthy felt taboo and a bit rebellious in the moment.

If he was lucky, he’d be able to stay out in the rain long enough to watch his fingertips prune, his teeth chatter- his quirk not quite honed as a child to keep him warm in a cold downpour. His clothes would be waterlogged and heavy, blazing red hair sticking to his forehead and tickling his ears in a way that made him scratch and giggle. Eventually his mother would catch on eventually to the fact that her home was a little too quiet, a bit too serene, and that only meant the oldest of her brood was missing. 

He’d be back inside after a few disgruntled shouts of his name, head bowed and dripping all over the polished wood floors. Muddy feet, filthy hands, ruddy face, and a shuddering frame looking sheepish and reproachful (but quietly unapologetic)  under his mother’s flimsy attempt at being stern.

‘Touya. Touya! Do you want to catch pneumonia? Touya? Touya, are you even listening?’

Now the impending threat of rain made his bones, what was even left that felt like his, ache. The stench of wetness made his nose burn, and the grafts that were pulled tight across his muscles would suddenly begin to itch and sting. He could feel the pulse of a headache start behind his eyes, an irritable ache that made his temper start to simmer to the surface. He didn’t like getting stuck in the rain. He had no way to dry his clothes, and he had just stolen these boots three weeks ago. He really wasn’t in the mood to have them start smelling like rot, and he was pretty sure they weren’t even real leather. To top it off, he had lost his last jacket in a fight, so he was stuck in a flimsy grey shirt that he was sure was days away from disintegrating into thin air. Touya smirked sardonically, if there was one thing he was spectacular at: it was royally fucking himself.

Pressing his fingers into his eyes, and letting out a groan, he pulled himself up off the alley floor and leaned his shoulder against the mismatched brick wall. Arms crossed, he let his eyes wander to the mouth of the alley, watching the occasional pedestrian stroll by either oblivious or pointedly ignoring the haggard looking homeless guy posted up in the alleyway. He learned the first couple years on the streets that occasionally someone would take pity on a wayward youth and pass him a bit of money for convenience store food or water. Yet the older he got, the larger he got, and the more his fire burned his skin necrotic and it fell away like rot off a bone- it was less likely anyone dared to look his way. Now, he learned just how quickly grandma can speed walk past a fuckin’ vagrant she thinks is gonna rob, kill, and eat her wrinkly fuckin’ face off.

Flexing his shoulders back to try and relieve the growing pressure of ache, he moves into the crowd on the sidewalk. He damn near belts out a howl at the way a girl that he assumes must be nearly his age contains a yelp in her mouth at his sudden appearance beside her. He gives her his own version of a salacious wink, snorting at the way she returns it with a grimace, clearly revolted. He doesn’t bother to try and parse through what part of him pulls the quick rejection: way too many flaws to count, and honestly he just isn’t in the mood to hurt his own fuckin’ feelings right now.

He breezes past most of everyone, and there aren’t too many out. As the world around him dims with the approach of a storm and impending dusk, the streets begin to clear as most take the opportunity to seek shelter before the rain. A few continue on like him, shaking out umbrellas, already pulling them over their heads, chattering away on phones or absorbed in their own thoughts and destinations. Tucking his chin into his chest, Touya marches on, hands fitted in his pockets and shoulders pulled tight to his ears.

He hustles to the familiar brick building on the far side of town, ducking under a makeshift awning built out of shitty black tarp and plywood. The operation is upstart, run by a couple of quirkless morons with big hearts, no brains, and a concerning bit of money. The rain had already started before he made it, and by the time he reaches the door, he feels like a drowned rat and probably looks like a dead one you’d find snout down in a puddle. He stands in front of the chipped paint brown door for a moment, eyes wandering over the front of the building as he shivers. The matching brown paint is still peeling, bits hanging on by a thread. The building had previously been a boarding house or something of the sort. He wasn’t sure, he was barely paying attention when the weird fucks were explaining it the first time he met them, huddled up in a scratchy blanket with his face beat the fuck in at 17 and no where else to go.

He was more concerned about his broken nose and missing tooth than their stupid storytime.

What he does remember is that it is one of the only shelters in the area, and it was easier to loiter in this place than it was to find an unoccupied building and smash in a window to find a room to sleep in. The only problem was getting into the damn place, because it was constantly full, and he was habitually late to snag a spot.

Well shit, how was that his fault? He couldn’t spend all day standing around out here for a bed when he had to be out there thieving all over the damn place so he could fucking eat. When it comes down to it, he is usually going to choose food. And this place doesn’t offer breakfast in bed. Occasionally first aid from student volunteer nurses- all quirkless, all fucking slow, but better than nothing. And sometimes a bed. If he could will it into existence.

With a body wracking shiver, he raps his knuckles against the door, ratting the handle for good measure (and to be obnoxious). If he was lucky, being that it was a weekday, a rotation of student volunteers from the local college would be here, which meant one very good thing that might fall into his favor. The chance that his favorite rotation of volunteers was in. And his chances of a successful night out of the rain, and into warmth that wasn’t just using his quirk 24hrs straight was in reach. The deadbolt clicked, the handle twisting a couple of times as the mechanism had a habit of sticking.

Touya snickered. It always amused him to think if some quirked asshole really wanted to, they could just knock the damn door down, deadbolt and all. Stupid ass good Samaritans. He’d pay to be there if it happened.

The door creaked open, and his face split into a devious smile. Jackpot. He was always able to sweet talk you into letting him in, even if there wasn’t a bed. Fuck, he’d curl up and sleep on the rug inside the janitor closet- which you let him do too many times to count before- just to get out of this fuckin weather and get dry. You narrowed your eyes, lips twisting.

“You know what I’m going to say,” You huffed with an eye roll.

“Yes. That there is absolutely a spot in Hotel Homeless with my name on it.” It was a smarmy response, but you know you like it. He knows you like it. He thinks.

“No. And stop calling it that. It’s called ‘Hope Manor’.” Was the deadpanned response he got in return. He frowned quickly, leaning in and curling his fingers around the door to keep you from closing it on him. You gave an experimental jerk at it, huffing when it didn’t budge. There wasn’t a bit of fear or intent on your face to deny him just yet, simply exasperation at having to deal with this late into the day. Your eyes flicked over him, noting he clearly spent the last several blocks walking uncovered in the rain. You did feel a little bad for him.

“That’s a stupid name, and you know it.” Touya snarked before whining your name boyishly and pouting playfully, “C’mon darlin’, you don’t want to leave me out here in the cold do ya’? What if I die of pneumonia? Ain’t that against your lil’ humanitarian thing you’re doing?”

You didn’t deign him with a response, cheeks puffing as you glared defiantly at him. You both stared each other down, him trying to look pitiful and you trying to hold your ground. You weren’t going to let him do this again! After all this time, enough is enough. Touya needs to learn he can’t just manhandle, and manipulate people into getting his way.

But he also looks pretty pathetic out there soaked to the bone.

And you would feel terrible if he got sick. And you always felt bad because you were both so close in age, and living such painfully different lives.

Damn it. You seriously need to grow a spine.

“You keep taking advantage…” You grumbled, being the first to break eye contact and inching the door open slightly towards him. Touya grinned toothily, slipping through the crack you gave him to fit through and pulling the door shut behind him as you released it. You continued to mumble behind him as you redid the locks, Touya happily ignoring your displeasure. “Keep your voice down. I was serious, Touya. There aren’t any beds left. You can’t just roll in here late and expect there to be room just for you because you demand it.”

You squeeze past him in the narrow entryway of the makeshift shelter, ignoring how Touya makes an obnoxious show of scrunching up his face at the prevailing odor of old wood and mildew. He always wants to get in so bad, you’d think he’d get over the stench. The place is old.

Touya follows closely after you like a well trained puppy, quiet and obedient as you lead him down a side hall. He was sure the carpet at his booted feet once upon a time was a vibrant red, royal even, but after years of neglect and abuse from thousands of feet, it looked more an ominous bloody black. The green paint was chipping off the walls at each side of it, and the ceiling was beyond yellow, now a deep dark tan stain from years of tobacco smoke. You stopped him abruptly, yanking him out of his thoughts at the end of the hall in front of a wooden door that looks like it took one too many beatings from the buildings past residents.

With a key off a lanyard on your hip, you unlocked it, pulling Touya into the stairway and behind you so you could relock the door.

“Down the steps.”

Touya huffed, now a bit confused.

“Well, this is new. Where’s my closet?” He held onto the railing as he traveled behind you, soothing the itch of the grafts on his wrists by dragging them along the roughened wood. You don’t say anything for a minute, face curtained by your hair as you descend the steps a little faster as if by sheer movement alone you could avoid answering his inquiry for the moment. By the time you make it to the bottom of the staircase, and to the final hall, you’re shushing him again with a finger to your lips. He opens his mouth threateningly, as if to make a loud objection just for the hell of it, but closes it with a clack of his teeth and a grin. You glare in response before turning away.

This hallway is just the same as the last; ugly blood carpet, peeling paint, and please-drink-more-water piss yellow ceiling. Touya is about to remark on it when you stop at the first door on the left, opening it with another key on your lanyard and yanking him into the room like you were about to get caught red handed. Stumbling from the sudden pull, Touya catches himself on a post of what he now sees is a bed tucked into the corner of the small room.

“Shit, the fuck was that?”

You whirl on him, red faced and a little jittery.

“This is one of the rooms they let the volunteer students sleep in when we help at the building overnight.” You gesture to the bed, and the small desk where your pricey laptop sits. He probably shouldn’t be thinking about its price. Don’t steal from people who can continue to help you down the line, moron.

Besides, he would probably feel bad stealing from you.

He blinks between you and the bed, then back at the desk and to you again.

“The fuck?” He looks again.

“T’fuck you shack me up with you for?” Now he isn’t so sure this shit was a good idea. Is he fucking sweating? No, that’s just the rain still dripping off his hair onto his neck. Holy fuck, he’s never been with a chick full on before. What the fuck. And shit, he is not going to own that shit up to you, he’d never hear the end of it. He’d have to pretend he was good at it, that he knew he was good at it.. Holy shit wait why is his mind even going there and going there with you in there with- fuck.

Now it was your turn to panic, hands coming up in front of you to wave wildly, face red.

“Don’t say it like that,” you hiss back at him, “and don’t raise your voice! Someone will hear you! I just didn’t have anywhere else to put you! The closet has a leak in the roof, I can’t stow you away in there until it's fixed. It’s literally a health hazard right now.”

Touya stares at you a moment, wild eyed as he considers what you said before rolling into his next panicked set of questions. “Couldn’t’ve said somethin’?”

“I didn’t have a chance! …And I was kind of embarrassed about it. Also you would’ve made me nervous by being weird about it!”

“No shit! Because you’re going t’be weird about it. You basically invited a dude to your room!”

You stared at him for a moment, incredulous. You straighten your spine, throwing your hands on your hips.

“Am not, and did not. In fact,” You huff, breezing around him with purposeful strides to the little nightstand behind him. He watches you with a slight frown, brows furrowed curiously. He tilts his head to peek around you as you lean over to pull open the drawer to reach in, pulling out a pair of grey sweatpants and what looks like a loose black top.

“Here. They give us generic spare lounge clothes in case we need something to change into,” You shove them unceremoniously into his chest, eyes wide and determined. Touya scrambles to grab them, holding them away from his body to avoid the fabric soaking up the rainwater and ruining the new set of dry clothes. With a satisfied nod, you twist around to the duffle bag he failed to notice beside the desk, picking it up and slinging it over your shoulder.

“I am going to step out so you can get changed,” You continued, taking a deep breath to steal your nerves. You weren’t going to be weird about this. Absolutely not. He was the weirdo. He always had been since you met him with his right eye swollen shut, blood all over his forehead and filthy shirt, and he had the audacity to call you dumb looking through a broken nose and proceed to rag on you at every opportunity throughout the day. It was a Halloween outfit.. The prick. You could’ve shook the hand of whoever broke his big stupid nose.

“You can get changed here. Put the wet clothes on the floor in the corner… I’ll take them to the communal dryer we have down here for staff. Also I didn’t invite a dude to my room. I invited you to.. to a sleepover! Which is completely different because... well... because you’re you.” With that, you turn on your heel and march out. Once the door is shut behind you, you deflate and power walk to the community bathroom, face ablaze and heart pounding furiously.

No good deed goes unpunished, you guess.

With that, Touya is left standing stupid in the center of your room, a bundle of grey clothes held out in front of him and the low rumble of thunder sounding distantly above him. He blinks, trying to digest the last bit of your rushed commentary at him, face screwed up thoughtfully. Because Touya is… Touya? The fuck does that mean? He doesn't even know who the fuck Touya is. Touya is whatever the wind sweeps up that day to make it to the next fuckin' day. He stews in his mind over it, occupying himself by beginning to strip and tossing his clothes and boots unceremoniously into a corner. Nude, he slides on the sweatpants, finally glaring up at the door after a moment of wrestling with the string at his waist.

Lowkey, he kind of hopes you like that Touya is Touya. Even if he doesn't know who Touya is.

[tofumilkbread]

Look me in the face and tell me UA student!Touya WOULDN'T spread false dating rumors of you and him JUST so that he could tease you and accuse YOU of spreading them like the fucking asshole rich kid he is.