#crushing dabi

[mika-writes-fanfics]

Healing Touch

Dabi x Fem!Reader fan fiction

Synopsis: You encounter an injured Shigaraki and offer your healing quirk to his aid. Little did you know, healers were hard to come by in the underground and Shigaraki takes a liking to your skills. To further his cause, he kidnaps you and holds you captive under the watch of the LOV. You play the role of the LOV's little healer while you think of a way to escape. Unbeknownst to you, the pyromaniac with a cold heart begins to melt in your presence. Your compassion and wit draw him in, all the while he swears it's only curiosity he feels toward you. But when your touch heals his burns and your personality soothes his anguish, Dabi begins to wonder, what exactly is he feeling for you? And why the hell does he feel so torn up when you slip away?

Author's Note:  I live for tsundere, inexperienced, pining Dabi. Mans is emotionally constipated, touch starved, and super unfamiliar with love but I adore him for it. BNHA smash showed us that he's super dense and has 0 rizz.

Warnings/Tags: Stockholm syndrome, eventual smut, kidnapping, female/afab reader, healing quirk, canon typical violence, threats, arson, minor character deaths, death, injury, blood, suggestive for a second

Abbreviation Guide: Y/n (your name), e/c (eye color), f/c (favorite color)

Word Count: 1K

Chapter Four: You're A Witch

It’s the next day and he finds himself in your room again. You’re in the process of healing the burns left over from yesterday. He seems to be in his own world, but so are you.  The silence between the two of you isn’t awkward. Somehow, it's comfortable. It makes the process of healing him calming.

You enthralled him, infuriatingly enough. You were just such a strange person to him, he couldn’t understand why you treated everyone around him like a person, especially him. Even despite your situation, as a captive, you treated most of the league as people. He couldn’t decide if you were dense for putting up with it, intelligent for being obedient, or if you simply pitied them. Whatever it was, he couldn’t deny that he benefited from your presence. Your quirk starved off a lot of his burns and the thought of your cold, healing hands all over him after a shitty mission was enough to let the thought of you pitying him slide. 

Speaking of your hands, he hates how weak your touch makes him. Your feather-light touches are cruel to him. He sees himself as a bastard creation, a seething villain who craves only revenge, but you touch him as if he’s made of glass. Gentleness is something he was never granted, especially not growing up. It’s strange, foreign even, but not entirely unwelcome. He just can’t figure out why it frustrates him so much.

You notice some of his staples are out of place and the burns are spread much farther than usual. He must have gotten into quite the tussle yesterday. You never ask how he gets some of the injuries unrelated to his quirk, not wanting to know the details. You choose blissful ignorance. It’s easier to survive if you just ignore the nature of their activities. 

There’s some raw skin and loose staples on his face. Your cool hands grace his cheeks as you murmur a soft apology, warning him of the discomfort to come. You reaffix his staples into place. He’s so used to the action that it fails to incite a wince. He closes his eyes as your palms cup his face. The telltale coldness of your quirk soothes his skin and rebuilds the damage his quirk inflicted. You catch onto how relaxed and serene he looks in this moment. He seems to enjoy the sensation of your quirk, unlike most others. 

You retract your hands once his skin has smoothed over. There’s an urge to release a light laugh upon noticing his slightly disappointed expression. “No need to be disappointed, we’re not done yet,” you tease. 

From where you are, you’re able to discern a light pink flush on his cheekbones. He averts his eyes from you and responds with a ‘tch’. You let out the chuckle you were holding back. Your laughter sounds airy and musical to him, even if it’s slightly at his expense at this moment. The realization makes him burn in a way that’s unfamiliar to him. 

You shift your focus to the burns on his palms. Your quirk begins to wash over that skin. The relief he feels at your contact is immediate. But your icy skin doesn’t quell the warmth he feels. You’re so close to him and he’s suddenly so aware of it. He can make out every tiny scar you’ve endured, every soft curve to your face, every dimension of color in your e/c eyes. He’s staring but nothing could bring him to look away. Internally, he cringes at his next thought. You’re beautiful to him.

You continue your work, guiding your hands up his wrist and carefully gliding over his staples. It’s tortuous, how slowly your hands rake up his arms. You don’t notice how his breath hitches, something he’s thankful for. He’d hate the questioning that would come from your inquisitive eyes. What you do notice, however, are the burns along his collarbones. It’s hard to see the extent of the wounds with his shirt in the way. You break the silence with a request, “I can heal the burns on your chest, but your shirt is sorta in the way. Do you mind taking it off or pulling it to the side?”

Dabi complies, taking off his white v-neck shirt and discarding it next to him. He feels vulnerable in front of you, a feeling that was once long forgotten to him. You are such a witch for being able to stir such buried emotions in him. Your eyes drinking in his form drive him out of his sulking. He knows your gaze right now is clinical, but he can’t help but feel flustered that you’re seeing so much of him.

If his heartbeat wasn’t erratic before, it certainly is now. Cold fingers trace over the burns on his collarbone. His breath hitches at the contact. The sensation of your touch sends goosebumps down his body. As your hands trace closer to his neck, he stiffens. It’s an attempt to suppress the shiver your touch elicits. He finds it strange. His body feels hotter than normal so it’s not the temperature of your hands making him feel this way. Rather, just your touch alone sends shudders down his spine. What is this magic you’ve cursed him with?

“Looks like theres no more burns. You’re all fixed up,” you conclude. You pack up the medical supplies and stow them away while Dabi redresses himself. Your fingers feel incredibly stiff and cold. You’re toeing a dangerous line with your quirk. “Hey, would you mind telling the others I’ve reached my limit for today? It’ll be awhile until I’ve warmed back up.”

“There’s no need. Crusty hasn’t assigned any missions for today,” he dismisses. You quirk your brow up at the nickname.

“Crusty? You sure do love your boss,” you joke. You give him a sly smile. He’s not sure why he wishes to see you like that more often. He fights those thoughts of his. The rational side screams at him to stay focused, to stick to his life’s mission. You are becoming a distraction. Your voice breaks him out of his internal struggle. “Well I’m gonna go use up all the hot water. Consider it a bill for my services.”

“Cold water never bothered me, go ahead.”

Dabi leaves your room, allowing you the privacy to gather your clothes and fetch a towel before showering. You make your way to the bathroom with your clothes, a towel, and all your hygiene products. The bathroom is rather small, but it’s certainly better than nothing. You shed your clothes and tuck them away, before turning the shower knob all the way to hot. It’s unfortunate how your quirk worked out, as you’re much more tolerant to heat than you are the cold. Whenever you use your quirk too much, you end up showering with water so hot it nearly makes you dizzy. You test the temperature by putting your hand under the water stream, feeling if it’s to your liking. With the water sufficiently warmed, you don’t hesitate to climb in. The shower does wonders to relax your skin. Your skin that was once raised with goosebumps and mottled with purpling skin smooths over and evens in tone. You do the rest of your routine, but you can’t help but think about your situation. 

When Shigaraki explained the ‘agreement’, if it can even be called that, you were dreading having to touch and heal criminals. The mere notion appalled you, especially with how touch reliant your quirk is. So far, the arrangement isn’t nearly as bad as you feared. You’ve really only had to heal Dabi. Speaking of him, there’s something enigmatic about him. He’s so distant from the rest of the league. His eyes are cold yet his quirk is hot, he’s almost like a walking contradiction. 

Like you. 

You halt at the thought. Do you two really have that much in common? If you really stop to think about it, the two of you are just two people with mismatched yet complementary quirks. Your personalities don’t seem to fit what the overarching society dictates. People with fire quirks are supposed to be fiery, hot-headed, and heat-resistant. Healing quirk users are supposed to be sweet, genuine, and usually resistant to damage. Yet, the two of you go through life combatting those ideas. Your sarcasm isn’t telling of a nurturing personality. His cold, analytical approach to life doesn’t match the social scripts for fire users. 

You feel that the water temperature isn’t as scalding anymore. You’ve been lost in thought for too long. The room is filled with thick steam. It’s time to step out. It’s time to get your mind off of him.

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[eggsdrawings]

home visit 🏠 ft. shiketsu au dabihawks

[headintheclouds-posts]

🔞 MDNI FemReader OptionalMale

“Be a good girl and stay quiet, I don’t want us getting caught”

As usual, any event you were both invited too ended up with you hauled up in the nearest empty room devouring each other. It was something about the way a suit clung to his body that made you want him to take you at any given moment.

So here you are hoisted up onto the bathroom sink at your friends birthday party, making out with your husband as his fingers attack your entrance.

He quickens the pace of his fingers in your hole, the squelching sound of your wetness is barely heard due to the pounding music outside the door. He quickens his pace, matching his slender digits with the beat of the house track playing.

He continues to whisper praises in between kisses as you tighten your walls around his fingers, waves of pleasure building up inside of you.

“That’s my girl, cum for daddy” he growls, knowing your body reacts to his commands. Ripples of pleasure satisfy you as you unravel in his arms, whimpers and rasped praise leaving your lips.

Soon you’re back at the party, face flushed from the recent escapade. You look over to him, he’s talking to a friend and smiling as they discuss old memories.

At a glance he looked normal, nothing out of the ordinary…but if you really looked, you would see the drying wet patch on the lower part of his white shirt from where you squirted all over him, and the way he occasionally brings his fingers to his lips, the same fingers that were deep inside you not too long ago.

What people wouldn’t know is the unsaid promise you can see in his eyes, the promise that says it won’t just be his fingers making you see stars later.

Not my best, so I do apologise.

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[biovyxart]

The correct way to put out the fire ✔️

[chiquilines]

Ochako my relatable academically exhausted queen

[sunflxwerelfgirl]

I want them to date but I also WANT THEM TO DATE ₘₑ

[sinnamonpork]

If anyone in Class 1-A would develop a crush towards Dabi, I feel like it'd be either Kaminari or Tokoyami. Kaminari because he obviously likes them goth and edgy, as seen by his simping over Shinsou and the head over heels behavior he has for Jirou. Meanwhile, Tokoyami has a crush on him because he thinks Dabi is the perfect balance of goth and dark. This man dyed his whole head of brilliant white hair just for the aesthetic. He wears a badass coat and cool as fuck boots. Hell, his pants are stapled.

Thinking about Tokoyami telling all this to his mentor Hawks while they're working at the hero's apartment together, not knowing why the pro looks so fidgety. Hawks' expression looks dead inside when he reached the point of why Dabi's blue eyes are a nice contrast to his fashion choices. Unbeknownst to the smol birb child, the villain he is simping for is very much in the other room, looking every inch like the most sluttiest pin-up model you could think of while draped all over the hero's bed. He definitely would look like the teenager's wet dream, and Hawks wants to bleach his brain for even thinking about it.

[hotwings-incorrect-quotes]

shigaraki: *looking at hawks’ application* supposedly why should I even accept him into the league?

dabi: i mean... he know things

shigaraki: things, huh? isn’t it just like you think he’s hot or something?

dabi: NO!

shigaraki: ...sure

[xan-the-emo-trans-man]

”he didn’t mean it” I say about the most cynical fictional character that’s done the most heinous crimes you could ever imagine that I defend just because they’re attractive

[willowser]

For the fanfic trope game: maybe Neighbour Touya and awful first meeting ?

I loved reading what you wrote for Bakugou Soulmate first time mashup ❤️

LOL OKAY THIS SOUNDS CUTE ! and tysm !!! i'm so glad you enjoyed it !!! 🥺✨💕

so you move in next door to the todoroki's and the first one you meet is fuyumi !!! she's getting out of her little cute car, bringing some groceries inside as you're hauling boxes up to your room from the moving van. and she's very nice ! very sweet ! about your age and you're excited about the possibility of having a friend already !

she tells you a little bit about her family later, when you two go walking around the neighborhood after the sun has started to set and the evening has begun to cool things down. her parents are divorced and she and her brothers live with her mother ! though she and the two younger ones still see their father for certain holidays and in small stints in the summer. she doesn't say much about her other brother, and you don't ask, trying to soak it all up like a sponge.

over the course of the first week, you meet all of them. all of them. little shouto who seems wholly uninterested in you — you can't tell if he's shy or just more interested in the little gaming system he keeps in his hands at all times — and natuso, who blushes when you introduce yourself. rei, who is so sweet ! and invites you to stay for dinner, which you do, and you and fuyumi help her in the kitchen and have a good time ! you meet enji for just a moment, near the end of the week when he comes to visit rei, a serious, withdrawn look on his face that sends you and the kiddos outside. you only barely catch him saying something about touya, but then yumi is rolling her eyes and natsuo is asking you something about having a boyfriend.

it's not until a little later that you're trying to sleep that you hear something OBNOXIOUS outside, like a fist against a window and some ridiculous noise that could be scary if you think too much about it. when you take a peek, there's some dark-haired guy trying to climb the side of the todoroki house, wobbling dangerously and barely hanging on. you spend a moment watching him, wondering if you should maybe call the police, but then the window opens and natsuo sticks his little head out — and plants a hand on his face and pushes him off the house afhahfahf

all the floodlights come on and he's stumbling to his feet just to face plant in the grass, and he looks up when you accidentally laugh out loud. even in the dark, you can see the face he makes at you, before he's getting to his feet and scaling the side of your house, too. you should probably be afraid, but natsuo is still looking out his own window, watching with his mouth open as this guy starts knocking and hissing to be let in.

you don't know why you do. maybe because he's a little cute up close and both natsuo and now shouto don't seem afraid as they watch you from across the yard. just as you yank open your window and he forces himself in, you catch rei coming around the side of the house with a flashlight, arms crossed as she calls out, "touya!" all exasperated. he just face plants into your room and groans into the carpet.

he doesn't move for a minute and when you lightly kick him in the arm, he sits up and is sort of drooling. the bitter smell of alcohol hits you terribly, looking at his handsome, scuffed up face, and he just blinks his bright blue eyes up at you slowly.

he slurs, "you th'neighbor?"

"uh, yeah," you raise an eyebrow, "that's why i'm in the house next door."

it makes him — touya — huff. "cute," he grins enough that his dimples show; the same ones shouto has, the one fuyumi has in her right cheek. and then he groans again, slumping back on your floor as he covers his mouth. "much as 'm enjoyin' this, 'm 'boutta hurl all over your rug."

you barely manage to drag him down the hall to your bathroom.

✨ trope game ! ✨

[keikiri-kitten]

a/n: rambling about shouto!

Shouto loves to stare at you, touch you and simply be with you. 

He’s sitting right beside you as you’re aimlessly engaging in conversation with his sister on the couch of the Todoroki family home. The sound of his own name oozes from the tip of your tongue and while you typically consider yourself a quick speaker, it runs slowly like molasses. Meeting you was merely an accident. He knows that falling for a victim he saved was against the rules but he couldn’t help but set that constraint ablaze when he made sure you were safe. He’s a hero now. Overstepping boundaries is sort of his thing. Consider it one of the most in touch plans he’s had in a while. Falling in love with you was like a manifestation. It was destined– luckily you happened to follow suit. He wonders how he was blessed with a gentle soul to love and accept him while setting aside the bells and whistles. The young pro shifts a bit in his seat and shoves his hands in between his thighs out of insecurity. You can feel his body leaning in with the heat that radiates off of him. His chin plants on your shoulder while he continues to hear you ramble about whatever he was involved in. His beating heart is pumping faster and his face is burning brighter than his quirk could ever. If he allows himself to get out of his head anytime soon, he would be able to realize that he’s losing his breath. Your back becomes a wall for him to rest; he’s obviously leaning on you for a reason. 

The curve of your body, the twitch in your hands and the tapping of your foot all caught his eye. Shouto knows you can get a bit nervous talking to the older sister. The second mother. There’s a comforting heat that presses right below your ear as he rests his cheek right on the back of your head. Lanky fingers on his left hand slipped from between the fullness of his thighs before they scooped around the plush of your waist. He takes a moment to dig his fingertips in your stomach in hopes to make it feel more real. There’s nothing he wants more than to comfort you like you have done for him. Never in his life would he have expected to be cuddling anyone in front of his family despite the odd looks from his brothers. There’s a doe eyed look from Natsuo and a “fucking sick,” from Touya. Shouto pays them no mind. You’ve become such a safe haven to hide away in, it didn’t matter where you both were. You’re his refuge– a place of solace.

[headintheclouds-posts]

🔞MDNI OptionalMale FemReader

A smirk appears on his face, somewhat sinister. He knew what he was doing to you. The soft rubs against your bare clit with no pressure was making you squirm beneath him.

You knew not to beg for him, he would enjoy that the most and you really didn't want to continue to give him that satisfaction. Instead you tried to turn away from him, body shuffling on the soft mattress to face the window.

"Where do you think you're going?" he growls, removing his hand from your bud to grab your hip.

You look up at him, eyes sparkling above you. Should you push your luck? See how far you can get away with messing with him, just like he does with you.

Unfortunately for you, your mouth spoke before your brain had time to process that question.

"I'm bored"….

Fuck

You knew all to well he wouldn't take lightly to this type of brattiness. His hand quickly flipped you onto your back again and he climbs on top of you with his eyes flaming red with anger.

"Think you're funny huh?" he questions, knowing all to well that this was in no way a humorous moment.

He takes your nipple harshly in between his teeth and bites down making you whine loudly.

“That’s what I thought” he hissed.

He wasted no time sliding his thick beefy shaft inside your wet folds. Nothing could ever prepare you for how he slammed into you, it almost felt like he was going to shatter your hip bones.

The smirk appeared back on his face as he continued smashing into your leaky core at impressive rate.

He has you immobilised with his own body pressing on top of yours, in return you find yourself clinging to him, the feeling of his body pressing against your sensitive clit is driving you insane.

"Still bored baby?" he questioned, though it was more rhetorical.

With gritted teeth you clasp to him further, revelling at the feeling of his back muscles tightening with each thrust of his hips. You eyes fall to his face, bottom lip caught in-between his teeth as he devours what's his. It's always a reminder when seeing that look that he completely owns you, mind body and soul and boredom was never really an option.

I will be going through my inbox to complete stories shortly, sorry to keep you waiting.

[theteapotofdoom]

They’re all writing smutty Shigaraki Tomura x reader fics, I know this because Horikoshi texted me.

[heya-but-better]

Working on a new fic I plan on posting to Ao3 since I’m switching over form wattpad 👉👉

I have to wait for the invitation to come in tho and I’m so impatient, so in the meantime enjoy this sneak peek and a doodle of a scene ehehehe

[flashfirearts]

SORRY IVE BEEN AWAY!

A friend is over so they’re taking up all my drawing time (ikr how dare they)

Anyway here’s an aggressive DabiHawks. (Really old art but I still like it)

Don’t ask. I have a problem 👍🥲

[airanke]

Can’t stop thinking about her, can you?