#dabi drabble

[unhinged-bratty-boy]

Dabi - sad headcanons

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

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

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

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

He should’ve walked away. He didn’t.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Thank you! These bags are killing me."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This was how you two started seeing each other.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[harleys1nhawaii]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[honeybubblebeeeeee]

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

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

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

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

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

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

He shakes his head. “Nothing.”

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

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

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

[suksatoru]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

but who could blame them?

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

he brought money with him this time, too.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

teach me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[isabeauwolf]

I know it ain't just me thinkin' it but.... Dabi/Touya would sooo be the type of boyfriend who's notice your discarded or whatever pjs on the bed, fuzzy or not, and wear it around the house without a second thought. XD No care. No shame. He saw it. It's his now.

Dabi x reader - Pajama Thief (Drabble)

You walk out of the bathroom in your fuzzy towel or bathrobe, stopping at the end of your bed and blink. "Where's my?" You sigh. "Dabi!"

He hears your call and hollers, his gruff voice answers. "Yeah, doll?" He knows what he did. Smug bastard is trying to not snicker as his shoulders shake.

"Can you come here, please?" You roll your eyes, hands on your hip as your twirl on your feet and wait.

Dabi re-enters your bedroom hands shoved into the pockets of your favorite launch pjs. "Need something baby?" The black-haired patchwork villain crosses his legs at the ankle and leans against the threshold of your bedroom, looking completely nonchalant and completely unguilty.

You try to ignore how good he looks despite the ridiculous cute patterns wrapped around his waist. You try to stay mad. Keep up the act of being upset, it's hard to fight the smile or laugh. You jaw hurts. Your villain boyfriend isn't just wearing your favorite pajama pants, but your bunny slipper too and his oversized white shirt to complete the whole outfit. "What are you doing with my pjs when I just bought you a new set?" You ask.

Your boyfriend's amused baby blues glances down at what he's wearing. "What? These?" He pushes away from the doorframe, pulling his hands out of his pockets to lightly tug at the material. "Oh, I saw'em just lying there all lonely 'n shit and took'em." His lips quirk into a smug grin. "Why? Got a problem with it?" Challenging you.

"Yes." You slowly walk towards him as he does the same, matching your pace. "I can see that." You raise your hand from your hip, curling your fingers before holding your hand out. "I'd like them back now, please." You knew he wouldn't, but you'd give him the chance to prove you wrong. Would he listen? Or won't he?

He hums, holding his jaw as he tilts his head back. Thinking. His mismatched lips quirking higher, smugness growing. "Nah." He meets your gaze, lowering to your height. "I think I'll keep'em on unless you can yank'em off me, princess."

You reach out to yank them down, unfortunately you weren't fast enough. Dabi's large, heated hands engulfing yours. "Now, that wasn't very nice." He chuckles, low and dark. His azure blues peaking at you from underneath his inky black locks. "If you want to see me strip or naked all you gotta do is ask real pretty." His fingers drumming on the back of your hand as the other glisten along your arm, climbing higher and higher, up your forearm and skidding across your shoulder and collarbone, cupping your jaw and forcing your gaze to lock on his. "Aren'tcha gonna answer me?"

You blush deeply into that cute shade of red he likes and adores on you. Knowing he's got you cornered. "Smug jackass." You retort, feeling your heart pounding hard within your ribcage. You aren't scared. You knew he wouldn't hurt you. No, you were excited for a different reason. Anticipation and butterflies twisted and swirling as you pressed your thighs together.

He wasn't angry. Or upset, no. He loves when you challenge him. Playing these cat and mouse games. Loves your snark and fire, no matter how easily you fold underneath his intense, unapologetic staring and ogling, prodding you for every honest reaction you give him freely; he can't get enough. His smirk widened into a wolfish grin, eyes twinkling with amusement as he replied. "Yes, yes." He leans down, lips ghosting over your own, your breath mingling with his. "But you love me for it, pretty baby."

You don't pull away from him. "You're lucky that I do, pyro." You spread your legs, tightened your grip onto the waistband of your stolen pajama's and yank him towards you as you fall back onto the bed.

Dabi's reflexes kick in. "Shit." Holding himself above you as to not crush into you with his body weight as your legs wrap around his waist and your arms around his neck. He pauses, a half groan and laugh spilling from his mouth. "Give a warning next time."

You tilt your head, smirking. "Now, where's the fun in that?" You tighten your legs, keeping him snug and in place, feeling his lower half pressed hard against your bare center earning a hiss from the man above you.

"Sneaky, littl' tease." He lowers, fully caging you against him and the mattress.

"Not so funny now, is it?" You fire back, giving him a playful glare.

You knew you flipped a switch. Your villainous boyfriend, Dabi would become a full-blown teasing, mean spirited bully now as he makes you come undone with his heated, possessive, rough kisses, feather light touches and raging desire.

Does he regret stealing your pajama's? Nope. Absolutely not. Not if he's got you tangled in the sheets afterwards. Only then does he give them back, most days. Unless he wants to keep them for a day or two, then return them after they smell like him while he's out.

It's not the first time.

It's not the last time either.

He'll see to that.

He's started a whole new weekly game. A routine.

He ain't stopping and you let him.

[stvllioner]

Ma’am I will always ask for Dabi cuz my god he is delicious - but lowkey need some tenderness or something cuz I have cramps bro 😭🫠

             dabi/touya todoroki x [fem]reader

warning(s): sfw, mentions of period, sex related (but no sex 🙅🏽‍♀️), bodily functions, brief mention of a variety of natural pain killing solutions, established relationship.

read more: masterpost | adult masterlist | drabbles

a/n: im on my period and this is like, low-key one of the very few stories where im self-inserting ,, it might be the first. oh lord, what i would do to have Dabi next to me and holding me with his uncontrollably warm body. 🫣🥀 ugh I love him. thank you, anon!

Touya's warm hand was firmly pressed onto your tummy, the sensation accompanied by full-on unadulterated moaning and groaning from your tuckered out position.

usually, that sounds like a good time but it couldn't be further from the truth than like right now. after half a week of internal suffering you are now (forcing) cuddling with your boyfriend in an effort to soothe the pain of you menstrual cramps.

well, to be correct, you did in fact force him but he did not mind at all having you in his embrace while he gently presses his warm palm to your stomach to help make you feel better. with all things considered, he didn't care about the insecurities that seeped through every now and then. bearing the brunt of thugging it out with you meant giving you space to switch positions to let out a toot or a few, and or giving you warm, sloppy face kisses when you start getting a bit more crabby than usual. it didn't help with the fact that it seemed to be that this menstrual cycle seemed to be heavier than it normally was, and you just so happened to miss the chance to take your pain meds.

like clockwork, he feels your body tensing again, stomach not moving, taught, and a light tremble taking your over muscles. another groan sounds and he can't help but chuckle at your stubbornness. the entertainment is short lived when you move your arm back to smack his thigh, hard.

"Ow! What was that for?!"

"Fuck is you laughing for??" you start to turn around, but he quickly tries to calm you down.

"Babe, are you sure you don't want any painkillers?" Touya has that stupid laugh again; but his suggestion sounds like music to your ears. "It's like you're on your deathbed."

because you are. at least, that's what you would say if you didn't feel a crazy wave of nausea wash over you. describing your period feels like this: a little tiny gremlin in your uterus spends it's time preparing happily for a baby. setting up decorations, making room only for every month to pass when she realizes nothing is coming once again. she tears down everything, punches your organs and makes it your problem. the bitch can't even pay rent but she sure as hell can throw a tantrum.

occasionally, every other cycle or so, you always try to raw dog the experience—much to your detriment. you were so committed to the idea that you didn't need ibuprofen, or Aleve, or midol, you got you! except you did need it. and you needed it bad. you've done everything you could to tone down the pains: stretching, exercise, orgasm, consuming foods that soothe the cramping, iron pills—everything. but it wasn't cutting it this time.

no, you weren't some hotep trying to prove a point, nor did you deny modern solutions. it feels like,, sometimes you rely too much on pain pills to ease the pain. but it was torturous moments like this where you remember that not every period will you be able to thug out the pain. because inevitably, you got an ass cramp that makes you want to die, come back alive to eat and swallow yourself whole and THEN spit yourself right back out. which speaking of the devil, here one goes.

suddenly the visual of you tensing and your ass clenching impossibly hard fills Touya's cerulean eyes and he's looking at you like you're birthing an alien. and this time he's not laughing. he rolls his eyes in annoyance, body swiftly leaving yours as you call out to him to come back, pitifully still to convince him to not break your pathetic resolve. it was getting ridiculous at this point, and he wasn't in the mood to see you suffer and squirm if it wasn't from his doing.

being in your space almost 24/7 allows him to find your choice in pain relief before he finds a small snack of your choice to chase right after. when he comes back, he doesn't give you any choice but to make you open your mouth and swallow the prescribed amount, the small treat to follow. you whimper like a baby but promptly stop as he sits quietly and gives you one of his infamous stares.

"In a few hours you'll get your next round," Touya points his finger at you once to silence your bubbling protest. "I'm not arguing with you."

your glare doesn't match his as you lay in defeat, back turned to him once again and resume said position. he softly huffs in victory, leaning down to give your head a kiss and also takes his place back to where he belongs.

[lilacgaby]

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

title: better 4 u

pairing: reversecomfort!touya x reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"is it about someone?" he nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"...yes."

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

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

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

[sanemistar]

special entry :: haunted house — touya todoroki

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

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

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

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

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

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

“you’re such an idiot.”

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

[icameheretoreadstuff]

What's your plan now?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[bnhabadass]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[harleys1nhawaii]

TEASE [dabi / todoroki touya x fem!reader]

he's close, you easily can tell.

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

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

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

[phantasmiac]

this isn’t smutty but mdni.

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

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

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

[shockinglysubmissive]

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

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

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

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

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

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

[niki-phoria]

pairing: dabi x male!reader (no pronouns used; masc reader) genre: angst (??)/suggestive word count: 755

includes: reader being shirtless, lowkey asshole dabi, smoking/sharing cigarettes, might make a part 02, written with male reader in mind

a/n: school starts tomorrow for me (<//3) so fics will probably slow down for a while but i've had this idea for a while so i figured i would write it, lowkey based on this

summary: late night smoking with situationship dabi

likes, reblogs, comments, and feedback are always appreciated <33

pushing the door open, you wander into a nearby alleyway. you can still smell the weed from the group of stoners that live in the flat above you. at least they have the decency to go outside. cool air stings against your skin as you step out onto the freezing concrete - silently cursing yourself for not at least grabbing a coat before you left. 

despite the goosebumps rising along your skin, you stumble further into the darkness before leaning your back against the brick wall. it feels damp against your bare skin - likely from the storm that had hit last night. 

you hold a cigarette between your lips as you flick the lighter on; cupping your hand around the small flame. you slip the plastic device into a pocket of your sweatpants once the cigarette begins to burn. 

the familiar feeling of smoke invading your lungs gives you an unsettling feeling of comfort. your eyes flutter closed as you slowly exhale; letting the fumes hang heavily in the air. 

your eyebrows furrow as the events of the day swirl throughout your mind once again. a sigh escapes your lips as you take yet another puff from your cigarette, hoping the methodical action will somehow improve your breathing - like the exercises your counselor had drilled into you from behind her thin glasses and scowl.

breathe the smoke in. breathe your worries out. 

“bad day?” 

a voice interrupts your silent introspection from above. your features contort into a scowl of your own. the sun had set long ago, disguising the man in darkness; though you recognize him by voice alone. you can almost picture the smug smirk on his lips - staples pulled taut because of the action. this time no smoke leaves your lungs when you exhale. 

“something like that.” exhaustion drips from every word that leaves your lips. you’re sure he’s picked up on your annoyance, though he makes no move to leave you alone. 

dabi’s combat boots scrape against the half-wall he had been kneeling on as he jumps down onto the ground below. your tired eyes meet his own as he casually wanders over to stand beside you - so close that the denim of his jacket brushes against your shoulder. 

against your better judgement, you shift slightly to look over at him. your eyes study the stitches decorating his coat and jeans. everything about him is covered in staples; it seems.

bright blue eyes meet your own when you finally look up at him. disheveled black hair falls into his eyes. you resist the urge to reach a hand up to brush the stray strands back into place - instead taking yet another long drag from your cigarette. 

“wanna talk about it?” he asks, breaking the prolonged silence. it’s not an unusual question, though it’s once that you find particularly difficult to answer. nothing from dabi comes for free.

you flick the cigarette between your fingers, watching as the ash falls to the ground. you can feel dabi’s unrelenting stare on you with each movement you make. piercing blue eyes study your expression: the way your lips have remained in a slight frown; your still-furrowed eyebrows; your gaze fixated on the wet ground you’re both standing on.

before you can take another puff, the cigarette is stolen from between your fingers. dabi takes a drag himself before almost immediately blowing the smoke into the air around you. your protests die on your tongue when he reaches over to grab your face. his fingers feel hot against your skin. your breath hitches in your throat as he leans in until your lips just barely brush against each other.

dabi’s hand falls to gently wrap around your neck, keeping you steady. “y/n,” he murmurs. your own name sounds foreign to your ears. 

“touya,” you whisper. his fingertips heat up even more. your hand snakes into his hair, tightly gripping the strands. 

“let me take care of you.” his breath ghosts against your lips. you unconsciously lean even more into his touch. “just for tonight.”

“you always say that,” you mumble, though you make no effort to pull away.

dabi’s hand ghosts against your waist. despite his natural warmth, his touch still sends shivers up your spine. “and i always mean it.”

it’s a bold-faced lie and you both know it, but you remain silent for the moment. vulnerability has never been your strong suit either. 

instead, you lean in until you catch dabi in a kiss - molding your lips together the same way you always do.

[icameheretoreadstuff]

What's your answer? part 3

Pairing: Dabi x F!Reader Warnings: 18+! MDNI!, NSFW, Smut, Alittle angst, smut with feelings, hairpulling, not proofread + Summary: "so meet me there on friday if you care - If you don’t, please do not show up" A/N: masterpost & links are pinned on my tumblr. So so sorry for the wait, I tried to tie this one up nicely, hope you like it *

part 1 . part 2

All day you had been trying to tell yourself to not think about him and that you don't even know him that well and everything rational you could think of, you had just ranted to your girlfriend about this and agreed to try actively ignore and not think about him.

You looked down on your phone and sighed out loud. "dammit" you stood up and walked over to your fridge and pulled out a beer. Before you could open it up you heard the door knocking, you looked down on your phone and tried your hardest not to get disappointed.

You opened up the beer and took a sip before you opened up the door. Dabi stood there with a expressionless look on his face. "come on in" you said and walked off, as you turned you took a big gulp of your beer and tried to calm down. He walked inside and closed the door behind him.

You walked over to your fridge and grabbed another beer from the fridge when he suddenly stood behind you, He leaned closer to your neck and said "you annoy me" as he grabbed the beer from your hand.

He walked over to the couch and sat down comfertably and put his feet on the table- as he looked at you and took a sip. you walked over and sat down infront of him on a chair, you leaned over and pushed his feet of your table, he smirked at your reaction.

"what?" you asked "You dropped a bomb on me and expect me to care" he scoffed "bitch please, I do not expect shit" you blurted out "It was just sex at first but then I just-" you sighed and stood up and took a big sip of your beer.

"I'm not just someone you can have sex with and not catch stupid feelings" you said and could feel your blood boiling "But dont flatter your damn self, im not looking for a relationshit with you" you took a moment and took a sip, he was staring at you with his left eyebrow shot up- "what are you even-"

You raised up with nose flaring "I want to have sex with you and get to fucking know you, you big idiot" you snorted "Why do you think I want to jump into something with you right away?" you snorted.

"I just dont have time for" you said and stared into his eyes "fuckboys" you said slowly. He rolled his eyes and sat down his beer as he looked up at you with a confusing look you couldn’t figure out "Just do not waste my fucking time, jackass"

you pointed at the door "If you just want sex then leave" you said with a strong tone as you tried to cover up your best to not act affected. You knew deep inside what possible pain that awaits if he actually left.

He raised up and walked around the table closer to you, he grabbed your neck and pulled you closer "why are you talking to me like you know already what I want" he whispered twoards your neck "I dont even know what I want" he whispered lower and kissed your neck softly.

you laid your hand on his chest and slowly guided it up twoards his neck and stroked your thumb along his jawline. "tell me" you whispered to him.

"Well, I haven't left" He kissed your neck once more "now have I?" He moved his head away from your neck and stroked his nose across your chin as he kissed you deeply and softly.

You breathed throughout your nose as you inhaled his sweet kissing, causing your knees to turn into gello. He lifted you up slowly as he held you tight into his chest, without breaking his sweet kisses.

You curled your legs around him as he walked over to the couch. He sat down, and placed you perfectly in a straddling position.

"I want you" you whispered, hoping that this would last. You cupped his face as you kissed him slowly. you leaned back as you stared deeply into his eyes. "You have me" he whispered and melted at the look on your face.

He leaned in and kissed you slowly as he cupped your ass, you sighed happily as you began to move your hips rubbing at his length, his hands followed hungrily as he broke the kiss with a breath and leaned his head back into the couch.

You stood up and dragged off your pants and he quickly followed, hungry for eachother you straddled back ontop of him and inserted his length inside you. The wetness of your core made his length slowly slip in.

He took a deep breath "fuck" you began to move your hips as you enjoyed the search for your climax with him. You wanted no one but him, you wanted him to cum deep inside you. You lifted your feet onto his thigh as you moaned shamelessly.

He moved his hands from your ass and held you tightly around your waist as you could feel his length deeper inside you. "I wanna hear more of those sweet moans I've been dreaming about" he mumbled as he kissed your neck sloppy.

"up" he said and spanked you hard. You raised up as he moved over, you sat down with your knees onto the couch and leaned over to the back of the couch. You could feel his wamth coming close as he stood behind you, he inserted his dick into your core and held onto your hips as he began to thrust hard into you.

you moaned as his length hit all the spots with each thrust, you could feel his balls slapping your clit. You grabbed the couch hard as you could feel your hot breath building up to your climax.

You both panted as you threw your hair back, he grabbed it with his other hand and pulled. Like he was pushing the exactly the right button you felt your climax hit you slowly, teasing you "Fuck you're so beautiful" he moaned as he thrusted harder, like someone turning up the volume your climax hit hard, you began to thrust back onto him causing your climax to last longer.

He let go of your hair and grabbed hard onto your waist and fucked you so hard you had to grip tighter onto the couch. "dabi" you moaned of pleasure, like you said the magic word he climaxed hard into you. He pushed his dick hard into you as his cum spilled out of your core.

He panted as he slipped out of you and sat down onto the coffee table, you were about to move when he grabbed your hips and held you still "fuck" he grinned pleased with his work as he saw his cum dripping out of you "love this view" he said as he bit you playfully on your ass and grunted.

You chuckled as you turned around and kissed him softly. You walked away with his hand and he automatically followed you without questioning on where you were going.

You stepped into the shower and he followed eagerly, he curled his hands around your waist as you both stood under hot water. The warm water felt devine, he leaned his head into yours and kissed your shoulder lightly. You sighed happily knowing that no one could take this moment away from you.

[mackenziebrooks]

Dabi who runs his hand through your hair as you lay your head on his chest, all you want to do is sleep since you haven’t had any good sleep for a few days. “Just sleep little mouse, nothing is going to disturb you. I’ll make sure of it” he whispered.