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classyrbf · 4 months
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BABY DADDY DABI!
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SYNOPSIS...headcanons about what baby daddy dabi would be like to you and your child
WARNINGS...dabi x fem!reader, none really, dabi being a little sexual towards you, not proofread
OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated
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baby daddy dabi!who has the best relationship with his little girl. people always think he’d be a deadbeat father but he truly wants to be a good dad unlike his own
baby daddy dabi!who randomly visits your once shared apartment without even telling you. you get scared shitless when the door randomly opens but sees it’s just him, a smug smirk on his face
baby daddy dabi!who completely turned your daughter into a daddy’s girl. your daughter loves her father, always asking when he’ll be coming home next
baby daddy dabi!who calls his little girl ‘princess’ and ‘shithead’ interchangeably. giving her little small kisses on the cheek while she sits in his lap and shows him the new dolls you got her
baby daddy dabi!who puts your daughter to sleep and comes bothering you, slipping into your bed and holding your waist just whispering “let us be a family again”
baby daddy dabi!who spoils his little girl. she wants a new doll? dabi’s got her. she wants ice cream? dabi is telling her to pick out her favorite flavor. she wants those cute sparkly shoes? dabi’s already got the money in his hand
baby daddy dabi!who is still very touchy with you, hugging you from behind and running his fingertips over any place on you. he can’t help it, you’re still so attractive to him even if you two have been separated for a while
baby daddy dabi!who tricks your daughter into asking you if he can stay the night. “mommy can daddy stay please? it’s really cold out and he said he’ll sleep on the couch.” all while she’s hold his scarred hand in her little one, just standing in your doorway looking at with the sweetest eyes until you give in
baby daddy dabi!who ends up falling asleep on your couch, his daughter laying on top of him with her favorite stuffed animal and face smushed up against his chest. you can’t deny how much they look alike in this very moment
baby daddy dabi!who brings your daughter to school every morning before coming back to your place. why? you had no clue. he claims it’s good for co-parenting. you knew he was lying out of his ass, he just wanted to be around you
baby daddy dabi!who jokes with you about making another kid, but deep down he is not joking like at all. you’re such a good mom to your little girl he just can’t get enough of you
baby daddy dabi!who always finds a way to compliment you saying something like, “now I know where our daughter gets her good style from” just to butter you up. and it works cause your smiling like a kid in a candy store
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veenxys · 1 year
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「BNHA Boys reacting to you wiping off their kiss as a joke」
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⤷ Bakugou
you were watching a movie that he honestly didn’t care much about. he changed positions all the time and it ended up upsetting you because you really wanted to see the movie, unlike him. he then whispers “sorry” and leaves a kiss on your temple as he puts his arm around your shoulders, you bite your lip to keep from smiling and run your hand across your temple, wiping his kiss away. he stops for a moment and looks at you in complete disbelief. were you mad because he moved too much? you wiped his kiss.. what the-? he couldn’t believe it, so he took the remote and paused the movie playing on the television. “what?” you ask innocently. he looks at you with the same indignant look and you can’t help but laugh at him. “oh, do you think it’s funny?” he says, crossing his arms. even with a playful smile plastered on your face, he still didn’t understand that it was just a joke. “why did you do that?” he asks seriously and you laugh more, knowing you need to talk real or else he’ll go crazy. “it’s just a joke, katsuki!” you tap your fingers lightly on his cheek and before your hand can fall into your lap again he grabs it and pulls you to him kissing all over your face as he says “i want to see if you can clear all these now”
⤷ Deku you took a pillow and put it on his lap, laying down. he smiles and starts stroking your hair with his free hand while the other one holds his phone. you stare at him for a few seconds and he puts his phone down, looking passionately at you. he leans in a little and leaves a soft kiss on your forehead that you’re quick to wipe away. he widens his eyes for a few seconds, swallowing hard because he thought he might have done something wrong that made you upset. it had to be that, right? there was no other reason for you to clean his kiss like that… he stiffens his posture and calls your name in a serious but also worried voice and you look at him with your eyes shining, wondering what was wrong. a part of him was relieved that you didn’t look angry, but another part of him looked even more worried that you didn’t look angry. so what was wrong? what happened? he decides to give you another kiss, this time on your lips. you’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel butterflies in your stomach, but you faked it really well by wiping your lips. you try to stay serious, but the way he looks at you makes you laugh until your cheeks hurt; he’s worried but in such a cute way that you can’t hide it anymore, so you just say it’s a joke and he sighs in relief, laughing with you before kissing you again.
⤷ Kirishima he would be so offended and scared at first that he would have no other reaction than to look at you with his eyes half wide as he stutters something. he tries to search for the right words, but all he can say - in a finely tuned voice - is “what did i do wrong?? is there something on my lips?” you try to look at him like he’s going crazy but you can’t as his expression makes you burst into laughter. and at that moment he lets out the breath he didn’t even know he was holding and shakes his head, laughing at you. “you’re bad… now you’ll have to put up with me” he says as he pins you to the couch and showers you with kisses and love.
⤷ Todoroki you were waiting for the train and he was in front of you while you shared your headphones; his two hands were around your waist affectionately. he leans down and kisses your forehead, pulling you a little closer to him. the moment would be cute if it weren’t for you wiping your forehead; he frowns and puts his fingers to his lips, looking at you he asks “is there something on my lips?” and his expression is so genuine but at the same time a little worried; you shake your head and bite your lip to keep from smiling. he touches your chin with his fingers and tilts your face so you look at him, “what’s wrong? tell me” he asks, eyes curiously scanning yours, as if searching for any trace of lying or anger. you smile playfully at him and your smile is all he needs to understand that it was just a silly joke. he smiles nervously back and you kiss the corner of his lips and his lips, which makes him laugh lightly.
⤷ Denki he would have a fit when you use the back of your hand to wipe his kiss on your lips. “heyyyyyy, don’t do this… don’t you want my kisses?” he asks in a thin but worried voice, making it hard not to laugh. he feels offended but doesn’t show it, but just the blush rising in his cheeks is enough for you to see what he’s feeling. silence taking over the room. “does my breath smell bad?” he says randomly, unable to contain his bubbly laughter. “was it my lunch? oh shit.. i need to go brush my teeth.” he got up, starting hurriedly to the bathroom. you grabbed his shirt quickly. “no wait, i’m just kidding! it was all a joke.” you eased, denki letting out a breathless groan before falling on top of you. “kaminari… get out…” you struggled, squirming under his frame of denial. “that was soo mean… i didn’t think you could do this to me. you’re paying for dinner.” he means it seriously, but you can hear a joke in his voice.
⤷ Tamaki he would feel very confused and insecure for some time. he wouldn’t immediately ask what was wrong because he didn’t know what to say; he kissed your cheek and you quickly wiped it away, it made him very worried and sad, but your behavior towards him didn’t change, which meant you weren’t angry or sad at him. he spends the rest of the day quiet, looking at you sideways and looking away when you look at him. he swallows and scratches the back of his neck as he remembers the scene; he feels so anxious and nervous he can barely talk to you. he doesn’t want to bother you and it ends up hurting you because he looks like a lost puppy with his eyes shining all day. you hug him from behind and he freezes not knowing what to do, you smile and kiss his back, which makes him melt a little. you move a little and take his cheeks in both hands, “hey bubba, it was just a joke! i’m sorry, i thought it would be fun but..” you don’t finish the sentence, just smile weakly. he takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, clearly demonstrating the relief he felt at hearing those words.
⤷ Shinsou
you were watching a new series together and suddenly he feels a tender urge to leave a kiss on your cheek just to distract you a little. you instantly wipe your cheek with your hand and he doesn’t show any kind of reaction. in fact, he helped you wipe your cheek. “the popcorn i made was very buttery, make sure you take it all out so it doesn’t leave any oil on your skin.” you couldn’t even answer, there was no way to answer. you look at him a little confused and he just smiles slightly before turning his attention to the television again. he’s so cute and thoughtful that you couldn’t keep a passionate smile from appearing on your face. you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug. “ugh i’m sorry” you mutter laughing against his shirt and he frowns, patting you on the back. “sorry for what?” he says when you sit in your seat again. “uhm…nothing. forget it” you say and grab a popcorn from him; really buttery
⤷ Hawks he was training and after a while he paused, sweat staining his forehead as you handed him a bottle of water to cool off. a small kiss from him of thanks was the reply, to which you easily wiped it away. “hey what-?” he winked at you with his brow furrowed and his lips still attached to the rim of the water bottle. “what was that?” he gave you a nonsensical look, genuinely confused as to why you didn’t accept his kiss. “what?” you tilted your head innocently, acting as if nothing had happened. “you… wiped my kiss.” he pouted, standing up. you shrugged your shoulders, your face utterly confused almost making your facade crack. you could see the wheels turning in his mind; he shook his head fervently, went back to training as if nothing had happened - but his mind didn’t stop for a single second. and a few minutes later he sat down on the floor. “baby?” you asked, arching your brow at his behavior. “i lost motivation. my love was rejected.” he sighed dramatically, now lying fully on his back. “what do you mean?” you crouched down, leaning in to land a deep kiss on his lips. “woah woah woah woahhh..” he gaped, his eyes bursting with amazement. “it was just a joke, love” you said, and he smiles a little “so i’m going to need a refund to get my motivation back”
⤷ Dabi he liked being the one to receive rather than give, just to see how needy you would have become if you hadn’t received attention from him. he liked to tease you and play with you, and today you thought might be the perfect time to get back at him. “dabi… can i get a kiss?” he looked from his phone to where you were. “now you’re asking so nicely, how could i say no?” maneuvering his head to softly kiss your lips, looking at you as you used the back of your hand to wipe the kiss. “hey.. what is this?” he used his foot to swivel the chair back to where you were sitting next to him “acting like a brat? is this your way of getting back at me?” his dazzling eyes read you like a book. every time. “i had an itch.” your apology proving to be more regrettable than you anticipated in your head. “oh yeah? so please let me help you.”bewildered, you shrank back against the chair with a squeak – dabi advancing on you at an alarming rate. he gives you a breathtaking kiss, the kind of kiss that makes you lose your ground. he pulls away and you’re breathing heavily. “is not fair.” you snorted, but he looked very pleased with himself.
⤷ Shigaraki
you knew it would be wrong to do this to him because he didn’t usually show so much affection through gestures and even without him admitting it, you knew he was insecure. but it was just a joke, it wouldn’t hurt, right? wrong. the moment you wiped your cheek after he gave you a light kiss, he got so angry. he didn’t say anything and that was the problem; he ignored you all day like a sulky child. on the outside he was cold and angry, but on the inside he was so broken and sad. he thought of many things; was it the scars on his lips that bothered you? were you stopping loving him? did you not like his love? he was so confused and ended up showing it in rude ways that made you back off when you went to talk to him. until you finally worked up the courage to tell him it was just a joke; you even showed videos you saw on tiktok of people doing this. he looks at your phone and looks at you, rolls his eyes and goes back to what he was doing before. you leave a kiss on his forehead as an apology and when you leave he smiles in relief.
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trueshellz · 1 year
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Set in the same theme as this
A little side note: Touya, from my research, means 'arrow of light' so I wanted his son's name to have a similar theme so Tadaaki means 'bright light'.
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Daddy!Dabi, sorry Touya, who keeps having random toys delivered to your house. You're sure the driver knows your name by now since you're getting a parcel every day and to make it worse the little demon child seems more interest in the box and wrapping paper than the actual gift inside the damn thing.
"Tadaaki, I swear to God."
You sat on the floor next to him as he tried to ingest yet another piece of paper from the floor, wrestling the small sodden pieces from his hand and replaced it with his dummy even as he screwed up his face in frustration.
"Just let him eat it."
Shaking your head in exasperation, you turned to the window and glared at Touya. The grin on his face as he crouched on the window ledge made you even more frustrated so you threw some paper at his stupid head.
"Very helpful, thank you."
A snort as he jumped down, the thud as his boots hit the floor before he quickly removed them and replaced them with the slippers you chose for him. They were huge Smurf feet, something you would tease him with when you were together, and when you saw them in the local shop you just had to get them.
A loud squeal as Tadaaki stood up and toddled over to his dad, Touya was still a little hesitant as the little hands held on his larger ones. You could see the gloves he was wearing, something you noticed after you met in the park and assumed it was to protect Tadaaki from the staples. A louder squeal this time as Touya hefted him up in the air, the dummy landing on the floor as your son flew up in the air.
"You know, he just ate. If he-"
"Oh shit!"
"-pukes it'll be your own fault."
You couldn't help but laugh out loud this time, your son looking awfully chuffed with himself as his dad looked like he was about to throw up himself. Holding Tadaaki at arms length, his face turned away as he thrust him out to you and pulled the jacket and t-shirt he was wearing off and wiping himself down with some baby wipes while mock glaring at you.
"You can stop laughing, brat. I learnt my lesson."
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i-cant-sing · 8 months
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Yandere Dabi accidentally made reader blind
*sighs* it's time for another fic idea:
Imagine Dabi terrorising the city and doing evil shenanigans, the usual stuff, and while he's welding his fire quirk, you- an innocent civilian gets hurt in the process. Now look, a lot of other civilians got hurt too, but what made you stand out was the fact that you locked eyes with him, saw his face right before your retinas were burned by the blast of fire aimed at a hero past you.
You were taken to the hospital, where you got the news that you'd be blind for the rest of your life now and Dabi had begun stalking you from the moment you woke up from surgery, only because he thought you'd spill his identity to the police or whatever. But you didn't, probably because you forgot his face, but "probably" isn't good enough for him. He needs to be sure you won't rat him out to the authorities, so he continues to stalk you and eventually develops yandere tendencies for you.
Of course, as he falls in love, he also begins to feel guilty as he sees you struggling with your daily chores because of your new disability. I mean, you worked at a school, volunteered at orphanages and nursing homes, fed strays, the perfect daughter, friend, employee.
You are the nicest human ever and Dabi made you blind😭
He sees that you can't continue working at the school, and he sees its harder to volunteer when you haven't learned how to deal with life without the ability to see. And his chest hurts when he sees you break down at nights, in your apartment alone because you don't know how you'll be able to take care of your aging parents as their only child, when you can't even walk in traffic without help.
That's when Dabi decides to step in. Sure, you may have seen his face, but you haven't heard his voice, right?
He makes the first meeting seem like a chance encounter, bumping into you and catching you before you fell. Faking concern when you apologise for being blind, he takes you to a nearby cafe and offers to buy you a coffee for the one he made you spill.
And eventually, he asks you out and now you're two dating. You think he's the sweetest guy, always helping you but never patronising. And sure, deep down Dabi's heart jumps whenever he catches you in a danger, but he knows he shouldn't be coddling you. How else will you navigate?
Then again, the deeper Dabi falls in love with you and the more yandere he becomes, the more he wants you to become dependent on him for everything. But he has to be smart; he doesn't want to drive you away just because he wants to wrap you up in bubble wrap.
He helps you use you walking stick, gets you Braille, and with your permission, he babyproofs the house a bit (mainly because he saw the bruises on your leg from the sharp corners you bumped into).
And since you two are not living together just yet, he worries what would happen to you if he's not there. So he stays a while longer, hiding in the background just until you fall asleep, making sure you have your mobile (with his number on speed dial) near you.
But Dabi can't always be there to watch you. He's still pursuing his successful career as a villain, so without your knowledge, he installs cameras in your house, purely out of concern and not because he's a creep. Yes, even the ones in your bathroom are just in case you slipped and hit your head.
After some time, you two do end up moving in together. He of course modifies his house so that its more safe for you, like rounding off sharp edges, installing devices that let you know when youre near stairs, etc. And Dabi just absolutely adores spending time with you. Be it cooking, he's right there with you as you tell him all the steps to your favourite recipes and taste test food (he blows on your hot food), dance slowly in the kitchen while the pizza bakes in the oven, straddle you and tickle you until youre near tears, or cuddling on the couch as you enjoy each others silence. You're so nice, so kind to him. He won't ever say it outloud but you being blind is a huge positive for him because he doesn't get insecure with the way he looks. Plus, he can smile as much as he wants without feeling like its tarnishing his "villain image" (he has absolutely melted when you said you adored the way he laughed. Stfu bitch, hes never laughing again😭💖🫶) And you're great at matching his vibe too. He can see the way he's rubbed off on you, how you joke about your disability, the two of you surprising people with your dark sense of humor.
He can be intimate with you, because you feel perfect against his charred skin. When you touched his staples and his burned skin, his breath hitching when you pulled your hand away, your brows frowning. Did you find him ugly now that you knew he didnt have smooth, pristine skin?
When you didn't say anything for a few seconds, he asked if you'd like to know what happened to him.
You shrugged. "Only if you want to tell me. I just want to know if it hurts when I touch your skin." Hes so glad you can't see because my man had tears falling down his face. Why are you so concerned for his well being??? Why are you so sweet? Why Why Why Why-
Not to mention the way your parents absolutely ADORE him???? Like, the first time he met them, they immediately welcomed him into their homes and into their hearts. Dabi is like so overwhelmed because he's never felt so accepted and loved. Your parents never once looked at him differently because of his scars, and Dabi knows he looks like a criminal for sure, but your parents???? They don't care. Hell, they've already begun telling him all your embarrassing childhood stories and are inviting him to family gatherings and have already decided what clothes he's gonna wear for the family Christmas picture. And Dabi has realised that both you and your parents are way too naive and trusting and so so so so precious, he's adopting all of yall😭😭😭 (like fr, your parents just saved themselves from being killed and/or thrown into a nursing home).
Anyways, years pass by, Dabi had left the crime life the day you got hurt in his house and he wasnt around to help you. Now he works from his home office and you work at the school for visually impaired. Your relationship has reached it peak and Dabi pops the marriage question and you say yes. But before you guys can get married, someone (maybe an ex, or a cousin or friend) reveals to you who he really is and how he's the reason you're blind, and Dabi is eavesdropping because he needs the prefect opportunity to both kill the guy who spilled his secret and catch you before you run off.
"I know."
"You know?"
"I know. Always have. And I'd appreciate it if you don't bring it up ever again. Also, you're not invited to the wedding." You said before having the guy leave the room.
"You can come out now, Dabi." You called him inside.
"How did you know I was here?" He asked standing in front of you.
"I'm smart like that." You chuckled.
"Y/n- you knew?" He asked quietly, wanting to confirm what he'd just heard. You nodded. "How? Why didn't you say anything?"
You sighed. "You're not the only one keeping secrets, Dabi." You sat down, patting the seat next to you for him. "I have a quirk like you do. I have a heightened sense of smell. So, I pretty much recognised you from the moment you bumped into me."
"Huh? How could you recognise me? We never met before that." You shook your head. "We didn't meet before, but I noticed you the day of my accident." Dabi's mind couldn't stop at how you chose to refer his attack as an "accident", which is exactly what it was. You were never his target. Honestly, you're the best human being, an actual angel-
"I only noticed you because you smelled like charred barbecue."
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"WHAT?!"
"Hey, no yelling!" You scolded. "That day, I was walking home when I was suddenly hit with this intense smell of grilled barbecue and I was superrrr hungry that day, so I was like I gotta get me some of that and then I looked up and I saw you."
Dabi listened to your explanation, and he honestly wouldn't have believed you if he hadn't spent so much time with you to know how your brain works. "If you knew who I was, then you knew you lost your eyes because of me. So, why did you..." He couldn't complete his question, afraid of you admitting to leading him on just so that you could take revenge and hurt him by pretending to be in love.
You cupped cheek. "It wasn't your fault. You weren't aiming for me. Besides, you and I both know that I would've been dead that same day if you wanted me to."
"Still... I am a bad person-"
"No, Dabi. You're not." You cut him off, not wanting him to taint himsslf with such foul thoughts. "No one is born good or bad. People just do good things or bad things, as circumstances force them to. The world isn't so black and white, Dabi. Everyone's got a grey area."
A tear fell down his cheek, and Dabi pulled you in for a deep kiss. "God- You're just- perfect." He whispered against your lips. You smiled and pecked him once more before settling on the couch, your head on chest.
"So... I smell like charred barbecue?" Dabi asked, playing with your hair. You hummed. "And it doesn't bother you?"
"Nope!"
"Why not?"
"I love charred barbecue. They're the best pieces!"
Ah, if you keep saying things like that, Dabi will need to buy you bigger diamonds.
Fuck it, he thought pulling out his phone.
He's already ordering one online.
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Now imagine someone hurts Dabi's baby, and she dies. That'd suck, huh?
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rishiguro · 1 year
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“YOU’RE BLEEDING” - DABI
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a/n: i love him so much it hurts
warnings: major character death. dabi‘s real identity. blood. mention of fire. desperate!dabi. implied murder. injury gets cauterized. 2k of angst.
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“if you close your eyes, i’ll fucking burn you to a crisp” dabi‘s voice was stern as he talked, eyebrows furrowed with his teeth clenched. “you hear me?”
you blinked multiple times, trying to get your eyes to focus on the blurry person in front of you. why was it so bright? you tried lifting a hand up, shielding your face from the sun, however your arm felt too heavy for you to move it even an inch.
“huh?”
with heavy eyelids you decided to give it up, wanting nothing more than to succumb to your body‘s cries for sleep. it wouldn’t hurt, right? just a couple of minutes maybe?
you hummed, content with your decision, letting your eyelids drop.
“you’re going to stay awake and look at me with these dumb eyes and you’re going to listen to what i say” dabi‘s harsh voice made you rip your eyes open again, vision slowly clearing and allowing you to look at his face. “understood?”
you studied his face slowly but carefully. it felt like the first time you had seen him and you took your time to examine him.
your eyes wandered upwards from his chin, however halted the moment you looked at his eyes and the purple scars underlining them.
dabi‘s scars weren‘t red, were they?
“dabi,“ you tried, your voice weak but filled with concern. you had to tell him. what if something bad had happened to him?
“shut the fuck up,“ dabi insisted harshly, his jaw still clenched to the point where his words were barely comprehensible, “you can’t talk right now” the villain knew he had to get you out of here somehow, this area wasn’t safe for you anymore. you couldn’t move, you couldn’t defend yourself.
he was pretty.
“dabi”
didn’t you hear what he had just said? he grew impatient, couldn’t you just listen to him for once? it took everything in him to not yell as he looked around, assessing the situation the both of you were in. the alley was dark, only a dumpster shielding the two of you from the street if it wasn’t for the blue flames burning behind it. a charred heap lazily kicked away, ashes dirtying the cold floor even further. at least he couldn’t hurt you any further. “i said shut up”
cursing loudly, he took off his jacket, grabbing the hem of his white shirt and roughly pulling at it. the tearing of the fabric was louder than you could bear, ears starting to ring in pain.
“touya,“ you whispered impatiently, mentally praying for him to just listen.
“be fucking-“
“you’re bleeding,“ you interrupted him, not paying any attention to the way his head snapped back at you and how he was fully ready to cuss you out.
“the hell have i just-“
“why are you bleeding?” you asked, concern filling your voice. “are you hurt?”
whatever it was that dabi believed you would‘ve said to him, it certainly wasn’t this.
him? hurt? were you serious?
dabi couldn’t help but huff at your questions, rolling his eyes. “you’re one to fucking talk”
“now just—“ he stopped briefly, assessing the state you were in. he had to act quick, do something. “just lay still and don’t fucking talk”
you however didn’t pay any attention to what he was saying, instead carefully lifting your hand to his face, thumb rubbing over the scarred skin.
blood.
“i’m gonna get you out of here,“ dabi promised. he knew he couldn’t wait much longer. you grew weaker by the minute and he for sure wasn’t skilled enough to save you right then and there. but he had to do something. anything.
“i’m tired,” you whispered, your heavy eyelids close to shutting again.
“no you’re not,” dabi replied, skillfully dismissing you.
“don’t you dare to close your eyes,“ he continued to threaten you, a warm hand grabbing your face and turning you towards him again, “keep looking at me. you hear me? you’re not going to go now”
you didn’t like how his voice sounded, so rough and hoarse, almost like he couldn’t speak properly. it was a rare sigh for you to see, the villain was hunched over you, his breathing flat and his teeth digging into his bottom lip. you couldn’t see what he was doing and you didn’t have the strength to lift your head, even if you wanted to. but something about him was so raw, so vulnerable.
he was hurt, dabi was bleeding, his blood still adorning the tip of your fingers, and yet he kept talking to you, letting you hear him and telling you to just listen to him, do as he told you to. that’s the least you could do for him, wasn’t it?
you groaned, opening your eyes again, even though everything in yourself protested against it. you were so tired. “that’s it, keep looking right at me, you’re doing so good for me”
“you’re pretty” dabi froze, his eyebrows furrowing, before shaking his head, dismissing you again.
him and pretty?
“you’re seeing things,” he muttered, throwing his head around and searching the area. the blue flames burning multiple feet away, shielding the two of you from the streets slowly started to dwindle. dabi could hear the commotion that was going on on the other side of it, the bright fire attracting the attention of civilians. it wouldn’t be much longer till a hero would come around.
he had to get you out of here, move you to a safer location. dabi cursed as soon he looked back at you. you were pale, too pale, and your breathing was barely audible. he didn’t even know if you were breathing properly. “i’m gonna pick you up now. it’s gonna hurt,” he warned, trying to shove his arms underneath you to support your body and carry you away.
“don’t,” you pleaded, looking at the villain with a scared look on your face. he couldn’t do that now, he shouldn’t. he was hurt, he was bleeding. you had to take care of him, you had to make sure he was safe, but you were too weak to get up. why were you so weak?
dabi’s jaw clenched, shaking his head at your protests. why couldn’t you just listen to him for once in your life? “this is really not the time for you to pick a fucking argument with me, so shut up and let me get you out of here”
weakly you shook you head, fully aware that you weren‘t strong enough to stop him in his doing anyways. “no, you’re bleeding,” you insisted. why wasn’t he listening to you?
why were you so stubborn? digging his fingernails into his palm, dabi fed into the flames shielding you from the public before he turned back to you. his mind was racing as he desperately tried to come up with a solution, a way out of any kind. “i fucking know, but so are you so please just—“
why was he so adamant to get you to agree to him? why couldn’t he just move? why couldn’t he just do as he wanted?
“you shouldn’t be bleeding,” you stated.
you shouldn’t be bleeding either, dabi thought, and yet here you were.
“for fucks sake, just please shut up,” dabi grew more and more agitated by the second, feeling the anger rise in him, skin slowly heating up. why was it so hard for you to listen, just for once? dabi cringed as he looked down at your torso, your shirt soaked in blood that by now has started to spill on the ground underneath you, your face drained of all color. dabi could hear how hard it was for you to talk, how your voice was nothing more than a pained whisper, a plea for him to listen to you. “stop talking, you’re only making it worse,” he chided, now not caring anymore about the potential pain he might cause you. he cursed, ripping a hole in your top, only to immediately shut his eyes in defeat as he assessed the damage.
this was bad. there was no way he could get you away in time.
turning your head away from him in shame, you muttered a small apology. you always managed to make things worse somehow.
truth to be told, dabi didn’t pay a lot of attention to what you said. instead he carelessly pulled on his own white shirt again, to the point where he ripped the hem of it. fisting the fabric he pressed it against your open flesh, watching as it turned crimson way too fast. “you should be. shit, it won’t stop”
you couldn’t help but smile weakly at his snarky comment. “you’re an asshole”
“doing my best, doll,” the villain replied, his lips curved upward too. however his smile fell immediately as he tossed the bloody fabric away.
dabi pulled at his hair in frustration. this wasn’t working, he wasn’t helping. he couldn’t just helplessly watch as your life force drained away, flowing right out of your body.
his stomach turned at the thought of his head, the only way he could try to save you right now— but he hated it. he didn’t want to do it, he didn’t want to hurt you even more. but what more could he do? if he cauterized the wound maybe then he could get you away, to safety, maybe then someone could patch you up, somehow.
maybe you could be kept alive then.
dabi swallowed, closing his eyes as he took in a deep breath. “i need to stop the bleeding, this is gonna be very hot but i need you to take it“
he didn’t wait for your reply till he pressed his palm against your wound, heating it up as soon as he came in contact with it. dabi turned his head away in shame as you cried out in pain. the smell of burned flesh filled the villain‘s nostrils, making his stomach turn in disgust.
when he turned back to you, after moments that felt like an eternity, he was horrified as he saw you with your eyes closed, your chest barely moving. were you even breathing anymore? “keep your eyes open,” he commanded sternly, hand against your blood-stained cheek.
but you barely moved. only now did he notice how cold your skin felt against his hot hands. eyes wide in terror, he grabbed your shoulders, slightly shaking your body. “fuck, stay with me”
“please, don’t do this to me,” dabi pleaded, pulling your form into his lap.
“look at me,” he continued, shoving a hand underneath your knees and lifting your body off the ground. he pulled you close to him, hoping that his own warmth might heat your body up a little.
“listen to me”
dabi ran faster than he ever has, pressing you against his chest. he had to run faster, be quicker, get you away from here.
“stay with me,” he pleaded, trying to catch his breath.
you however didn’t seem to listen, to even hear him and his cries. no, you didn’t move in his arms. you almost looked like you were sleeping peacefully.
too peaceful for his liking.
dabi clenched his teeth, muttering curses under his breath. “are you deaf, you’re gonna keep your pretty eyes open and you’re gonna stay right here with me,” he commanded coldly, trying to mask just how desperate he was.
you could barely hear what the villain had just said. it took you everything to open your eyes again, to look at him. was he always this blurry? “i don’t feel so good, touya”
“i know, fuck, i know,” he answered, turning around to see if someone had been following him. hiding between some dumpsters in the outskirts of the city, he carefully placed you down again, grabbing your hands to get your attention. “but you’re not gonna leave me now, forget it”
dabi sat down in front of you, grabbing your shoulders as he noticed you slumping. “i’m not letting you,” he insisted, pulling you into a tight embrace. you couldn’t leave him, you couldn’t just go and leave him behind. he needed you. he wanted you by his side, he had to have you by his side. “you’re not fucking leaving me”
you meant so much to him that it hurt, and now you were practically at death‘s door, and dabi couldn’t help but feel like you wanted to leave him. if you didn’t, why weren’t you fighting harder? why weren’t you staying awake? why couldn’t you hold on for him just a while longer?
you only managed to sigh in his hold, your eyes now too heavy to keep open. it wouldn’t hurt to shut them, right? you were so tired, so, so tired.
dabi stayed like that, holding you close to him, taking deep breaths to calm himself down. you were going to be okay, you had to be. you couldn’t leave him. “hey, open your eyes”
so why didn’t you respond? why were you so still? “i said open your eyes”
why were you so cold? why were you so pale? “fuck, open them”
why didn’t you move?
“doll, please,” the villain begged, pushing you away from him to take a look at you. you‘re eyes were shut, your mouth slightly opened, almost like you were just about to say something. you were, weren’t you? “just look at me, you can do that, can’t you?”
but why didn’t you do anything? why were you so still? you were supposed to open your eyes, to reassure him, to tell him you were here with him, that you listened, that you wouldn’t leave him. that you‘d never leave him.
“open your fucking eyes!“ he demanded now, violently shaking your still form. a loud, pained cry burned his throat as he threw his head back.
“you said you wouldn’t leave me!” he cried, yelling at you accusingly, like he was expecting you to answer, to justify yourself. how could you just leave him behind like that, how could you just go like you didn’t care how he felt about it. “i told you, you can’t!”
dabi pressed you against his chest again, curling your body in his hold, rocking the both of you back and forth. “i need you, please”
as he looked down at your face, he noticed small drops of crimson falling onto your skin.
dabi was bleeding.
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NOT PRETTY | dabi.
➾ in which he learns and admits that he is a pretty boy
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wordcount: 3k+ | genre: fluff, comfort, smut, tinge of angst | pairing: dabi x fem!reader | rating: 18+ | tw: swear words, insecurities, explicit sex (oral m receiving, riding, aftercare <3) | others: soft!dabi bc im a sucker for him, DABI IS A PRETTY BOY !!!!!!!
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In all his years as a villain, people call him lots of names; Asshole, Shitface, Ugly—the list goes on. Dabi has grown indifferent to those names. He had already accepted his current appearance since there was nothing he could do about it. Plus, he truly looked like a villain what else could he ask for? He is a villain—people fear him, people run away from him, and no one wants anything to do with him.
It’s evident in how the crowd disperses the moment he steps into the club. Their eyes grow weary and cautious despite they are all villains, working under the Liberation Front in different divisions. He supposed it’s also the fact that he’s one of the co-commanders. But he couldn’t care less as he makes a beeline towards the sitting figure at the bar.
“You’re here.” The voice he has been waiting to hear all day greets him.
Dabi leans against the counter beside you, elbows supporting him on the oak surface as he faces the opposite of where you’re facing. “Mhmm, you said to pick you up at one.”
“Thought you weren’t listening,” you turn to him, half-lidded gaze filled with a mix of emotions he can’t identify—sending him to instinctively swallow a lump down his throat.
He looks away from you, setting his eyes elsewhere. “You’d yell my ears off.”
You chuckle, climbing down the chair after finishing your drink. Without so much thought, you fix the skirt of your dress and such simple action fixates Dabi.
Fuck, you truly look absolutely gorgeous in that little black dress.
“Let’s go,” you chime, grabbing your clutch in one hand and the other linking your arm around his.
Dabi raises a brow. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“Uh, dragging us out of here?”
“I should be the one dragging you. Thought you’ll end up wasted tonight.”
A bitter laugh passes your lips. “I thought so too. But, alas, things aren’t going just as I—” You stop midway, glancing at something—well, people around you before clearing your throat. “—hoped.”
Dabi hums in acknowledgement, walking alongside you as you both step out of the bar and head towards your place.
You’ve become very quiet along the way. Moments like this happen whenever you’re deep in thought. Dabi has no idea what’s gotten you so worked up about, but he knows it’s not nothing. Working with you has thought him that he shouldn’t pry no matter how much he wants to know what’s bothering you. If you want him to know, you’ll let him know.
Without much thought, Dabi’s steps falter momentarily. “You cold?”
“Huh?” You respond almost absentmindedly. “Oh, no… I’m not—” As if on cue, there’s a strong gush of wind, causing you to shiver. “I mean yes—”
Dabi merely snorts and unlinks your arm before tugging off his coat and having you wear them instead. “There. All warm and cozy.”
You roll your eyes at him while tugging his coat tighter around your frame. “Thanks for your service.”
“My pleasure, doll.” He reaches for your hand and interlaces your fingers together. “Tell me if you’re still cold.”
Dabi will never admit this but as you continue to walk back to your place, he keeps glancing at you as if to observe your mood. But a smile slowly makes its way to his face when there’s now a small smile on your visage.
When you both reach your place, you let out a deep sigh and the disturbed look in your eyes returns. “Why…?”
“Hmm?” Dabi questions, taking off his boots and switching with a pair of home slippers you’ve provided for him. He turns to look at you with a raised brow.
“Why did those people look at you like… like—“
Ah... He knows where this is going...
“Like I’m disgusting?” Dabi mentions bluntly. “‘Cause I am. Can’t ya see how burnt I look?” He chuckles almost too lightheartedly, stepping into your living room and making himself home. He plops himself on the couch and throws his head back against it with his arms spread and eyes closed.
You remain quiet near the entrance, aside from some clicking and shuffling noises as you take off your heels and wear your slippers. Then your shuffling stops, followed by a small thud on the coffee table.
The room goes extremely quiet.
You’d usually head towards your room to wash up immediately after a long night, but when Dabi peers his eyes open, his gaze widens as you stand right between his legs. Gazing down at him with an unreadable expression.
“What?” Dabi drawls with a lopsided grin. An ugly feeling unfurled in his chest, are you pitying him now?
Anger sparks in your gaze as you cross your arms across your chest. “Don’t call yourself disgusting.”
“Huh? It’s true though. I’ve long accepted I looked ugly and—” You clamp his mouth shut. To say that he’s surprised would be an understatement to what you do next.
Without a word, you climb on his lap and lean close to his face.
“Only nobodies can say those bullshit because they know that they can never compare to you. So, you need to shut up, pretty boy.”
Stunned, the words on the tip of his tongue diminish. He stares at you wide-eyed for a moment before he takes your hand away from his mouth.
“You don’t know what you’re saying.” He looks away from you. “And don’t call me that.”
A smirk curls up on the corner of your lips. “Why not?”
“I’m…” He’s not pretty. No one uses that word to describe him. “You’re drunk.”
You shake your head. “Not really. Just a lil buzzed. Can talk and think without a hitch.”
Dabi almost grabs you by the waist and hauls you to your bed. You need a timeout. You’re talking absolute bull—
Your arms wrap around his neck as you settle yourself higher, right on his crotch.
“Pretty boy~” You giggle, hooking a finger under his chin to make him face you again.
“Y-You’re drunk.” His heart thunders against his stitched chest, blood rushing to his cheeks and… south.
“Dabi, I am not,” you reply back, pressing yourself to him. “But if you want to stop, then tell me to stop.”
He remains silent as you patiently wait.
“C’mon, pretty boy. I need to hear what you want.” His breath hitches as you gently trace a finger up his jawline and the staples that litter across his cheeks.
Shit, as if you needed to ask what he wants. He knows you know that he wants you.
“Mhmm…” You hum, hips subtly grinding. “Can feel your body’s already reacting, baby.”
Dabi’s facade crumbles bit by bit. Hands itching just to touch you, map your body into his memory. His breath turns shaky when you softly place a kiss on his forehead, his nose, and his heated cheeks. You’re closing in on his lips and Dabi’s eyes flutter shut instinctively.
Your lips are merely a millimetre away from his. Your voice reduces into a seductive whisper in his ears, “My pretty boy…”
“Am not—” An involuntary groan passes his lips when you purposefully tug your skirt up your hips, giving him a clear view of your lace panties, cutting him off.
“Wanna say that again?”
Dabi exhales a sharp breath.
Your scent is intoxicating, feeling up his senses as his usual clear mind blurs. All he could focus on is your luscious lips and the way you press yourself against him. He should have more self-control than this… He should be the one flirting, throwing his lines to rile you up… But… But—
You clutch his shoulder, leaving kisses up his jaw, “Wanna kiss you till we’re both out of breath… Wanna show you how beautiful you are…”
The thread that bears the semblance of his self-control snaps as he cups your face. “Doll, you’re killing me.”
Without another word, Dabi presses a hard kiss on your lips. You kiss him back, equally fervent.
Your hands tug at his shirt, dropping them to the floor before his coat on you and your dress follows. Dabi nearly lost his whole sanity at the sight of you in a pretty set. You shudder as he presses his nose from your jaw to the crook of your neck, leaving kisses down its trail. With a sigh, you comb your fingers through his hair with your head tilted up. “Wanna feel all of you, pretty boy.”
Fuck. The things he’d do for you…
Dabi heeds your request, tugging off his jeans in record time after you climb off of him. He’s about to bring you back to his lap, but you step away from his reach and turn your back to him, striding to the bedroom. But not before casting him a glance, beckoning him to follow you. And he does—as if you’ve cast a spell on him and he follows your every command.
Dabi swallows a lump down his throat as you sit prettily across the bed, confidence exuding off of you. “Come here, handsome.”
He approaches you, climbing on the soft duvet. His body hovers over yours as you cup his face with a hand and claim his lips on yours. It’s a messy kiss—you suck his bottom lip as he grants you entry to meet his tongue with yours. When you pull away for air, you push his shoulder to have him sit on the bed while you straddle his waist. His hands trail up your thighs to your ass, kneading it.
“Wanna try something?”
“Hmm?” He stares at you with curiosity through his turquoise gaze.
“Keep your hands on the bed, baby. While I do whatever I want with you.”
It takes him a moment to register what you’re implying—giving you the reins. Usually, he’ll burn anyone who dares to take control of him.
But you and him…
He’d grown to trust you and how you could never hurt him intentionally. So, Dabi lets out a sharp breath and agrees nonetheless.
You place wet kisses down his throat, across his collarbones and chest, evoking soft moans and groans as you appreciate him. Gradually, you move south, kissing all his scars and burns even leaving a few marks on his skin to stake your claim on him before tugging his boxers off. His length springs free, leaking out precum. Dabi throws his head back as a groan escapes his lips while you wrap your hand around his pulsating length. “D-Doll—”
You merely him in response, giving it a few pumps before licking his tip. His hands form a fist on the blankets as he resists the urge to weave his fingers through your hair and fuck your throat. Without warning, your tongue swirls on his slit, switching between licking and sucking. His length twitches, balls aching for a release at your ministrations.
“F-Fuck…” Dabi breathes out, no longer holding up his upper body as he slumps against the pillows.
“Does it feel good?”
His face contorts beautifully. “Yes, so fucking much—”
You trace the vein on the underside of his cock with a thumb. “Only for the prettiest boy.”
“No, I’m not—” he denies vehemently.
There’s a raging storm of emotions inside Dabi, unfurling in his chest with each passing moment. He still finds it absurd that you found him ‘pretty’ because no one ever associates him with that word. ‘Monster’ is a more fitting word for him as people fear him the moment they see him, no matter when or where. But when you call him ‘pretty’, it throws him off the curb—confused and doubting and—
The continuous pleasure coursing through him stops instantly. No, not because he reached his high, it’s because you stopped touching him. Eyes narrowing in dissatisfaction with your arms crossed against your chest. Dabi huffs, meeting your gaze as he sits up. “What? Are you just going to leave me hanging?”
“Yes.”
He nearly spluttered at your blunt answer. “You’re serious…?”
You shift forward, plopping yourself right on his leaking hard-on. “Yes, Dabi. I’m actually insulted.”
Insulted?
Dabi hisses, hips involuntarily bucking to find whatever friction he can, but you stop him. “What did I do wrong now?” His voice was laced with impatience. “How did I offend you?”
“You’re insulting my taste,” you growl, pushing him down with your palm splayed on his chest.
If you weren’t so angry with him, Dabi might actually find this hot. But the expression you’re wearing isn’t a joke.
“Taste? As in…?”
“I find you really pretty, and yet you kept on denying that you’re not.” Your lips form a pout. “Are you not going to acknowledge it?”
Weighing between accepting your compliment or spending the rest of the night with blue balls when you’re looking this breathtaking — Dabi makes the right choice.
“Alright, I’m pretty,” he says without much thought. “There I said it, so will you please—”
You put a pointer finger on his lips. “Are you really?”
“I’m…” The pointed look on your face had him crumbling. No, he can’t say it again. Not when he can’t believe it.
You lean in close to him, lips barely touching his own. “Not gonna do anything to you until you believe it, baby.”
Dabi sometimes wonders if you can truly read his mind. He swears he’s so closed off that no one would be able to discern what he’s thinking about, but you—
“Dabi… I’m soaked…” your voice nearly comes out as a whimper. “I need you so badly—see?” You grab hold of his hand, letting his thick fingers feel your dripping entrance through your drenched panties. Dabi swears out loud as you guide his finger to rub across your covered folds. Despite his iron will working constantly — Dabi is still a guy. And seeing the girl of his dreams being so needy—
He leans up to touch your lips with his, and for a moment, you savour him. Then you pull away with his lips chasing after you. You gently cup his face, stopping him from claiming your lips again. “Say that you’re my pretty boy.”
Dabi can never really describe the scene in front of him. You look at him as if he hung the stars in the sky, waiting in anticipation of what he’s going to do next. No one has ever been this interested in him. As his heart and his mind are battling against each other—whether to succumb to well… feel good about himself.
“I’m… I’m… I’m your…” He stares at you hesitantly and mumbles, “…pretty boy…”
You purposefully busy yourself by unclasping your bra not hearing what he said. “What was that?”
Damn.
“I’m your pretty boy,” He states with conviction.
Your gaze brightens at his phrase, you waste no time grabbing a condom and rolling it on his hard length before slipping your panties aside and sinking down on him. Dabi bucks his hips when your walls clamp around his length, the pleasure shooting up his spine.
“Yours alone,” he groans out, hands flying to hold your waist.
With an appreciative hum, you kiss him deeply. His warm palms caress the skin below your breast before thumbing your nipples into stiff peaks. You sigh against him, “Yes, you are.” Soft moans and groans fill the room alongside the rhythmical sound of skin slapping. Dabi can feel himself reaching his climax once more. His thumb trails downward and finds your clit. His rough pad presses on it, rubbing circles. “Mhmm… You’re doing so good….” you whimper, back arching. “So good for me, pretty boy.”
Your thighs begin to ache, sweaty body quakes as you clamp down harder on him. “S-Shit, doll. ‘m not gonna last long—”
“Me too—”
Like a crashing wave, you both reach your highs simultaneously. Dabi keeps you grinding on him to ride out your highs as you slump forward chest-to-chest, utterly drained. Then silence blankets the room as Dabi lays on his back with you still on top of him, still connected. You bury your face in the crook of his neck while your hand caresses his hair to which he takes it and places a soft kiss before interlacing your fingers together.
“You okay?” Dabi questions softly.
“Mhmm…” you respond with a sleepy smile that he finds absolutely adorable. “My pretty boy.”
Dabi sighs with a smile on his face. “Yes, your pretty boy.”
You giggle, snuggling deeper (if that’s even possible) into the crook of his neck.
“Well, aren’t you a clingy one?”
“You love it.”
Dabi kisses your hair in response. “Are you feeling better now? You didn’t look happy back there in the bar.”
You stiffen for a moment before relaxing into him. “Yeah… You can tell?”
“‘Course… It’s you, after all. I’ve gained a sixth sense when it comes to you now.”
You laugh, lifting your upper body slightly from him just enough to meet his stare. Then your face grows sombre as you recall your earlier discovery. “Just find out that the broker had escaped to another country… I’m gonna have to give them a chase to get more information about….” You trail off.
Ah… Your mission. How can he forget? You aren’t part of the Liberation. You have your personal goals to achieve.
Dabi nods. “I understand.”
Silence.
“Are… Are you gonna leave…?” You sound small all of a sudden.
Dabi furrows his brows. “Do you want me to?”
“No, of course not! I always want you with me.…”
“Then I’m staying.”
“Staying…” you parroted his words, beautiful eyes widening. “You’ll stay with me even tomorrow?”
“Even tomorrow and the next day, and the next next day, week, month, year, whatever.”
There’s hope sparking in your eyes at his words. “You will stay….”
Dabi nods, affirming your words.
You grin. “Good, because I’m not letting you go anyway.”
“I think that’s supposed to be my line, doll.”
You shrug. “Makes no difference.”
Then you pull off of him to lay on his side. Dabi lets out a shaky breath at the sight of the mess you both made. “Fuck, we made a mess on your sheets.”
“We’ll clean it up in a bit,” you answer smoothly.
Dabi nearly refuses to do so. But he supposes you can’t really get a good night’s rest on dirty sheets. Plus, it won’t be the last time he’ll see this kinda mess…
“You’re drooling,” you point out.
Dabi chuckles before throwing the used condom into the trash and grabs a clean towel from your bathroom. He wipes off the remnants of your intimate session and strides to the bed where you are still laying.
“Spread those legs, baby.”
You raise a brow at him. “Up for another round?”
“No, you horndog. ‘m gonna clean you up.”
You giggle and acquiesce, taking off your soiled panties. Dabi stares at your glistening entrance for a moment, almost mesmerized. He almost entertains the thoughts of having his own cum leaking out of—
“Now, who’s the horndog?”
Dabi blinks, “S-Shut up.” He cleans you up and gently wipes off your sensitive area as you shudder.
A teasing smirk appears on your lips. “Do you want to lick me clean instead?”
Dabi freezes.
“I’m just messing with ya, pretty boy,” you giggle, sitting up to throw your arms around his neck, bringing him close to you. “Though I won’t mind it at all.”
Fucking hell, why are you doing this to him?
He knows you know how weak he is for you. “Don’t tempt me.”
You give him a kiss on the nose before pulling away, reaching for your bedside drawer to fish out what seems to be a brand-new phone. Dabi watches you curiously as he throws the towel into the hamper, picks up his boxers and wears it before plopping beside you.
“Take this.” You hand him the device and usher him to stand up again so you can change the blankets. “I’ll leave you messages here or even call you when I can with burner phones. This number—no one knows and no one will be able to track it.”
Dabi stares at the device in his hand as you rummage for new blankets in your dresser after wearing fresh underwear. “How about the other way around?”
You stop for a moment. “Um… I can find another phone.…”
“You better. There’s no way in hell I’m not annoying you too.”
You merely smile at his words, draping the clean blanket on your bed before climbing under it. “You’re into deep with me, huh?”
Dabi follows suit, joining you under the covers after placing the phone on the bedside table. “Say for yourself. Don’t think I don’t recognize the looks you gave me. It… It’s warm… Gives me, um, heart problems….”
“Heart problems…?”
Dabi pauses as he words his thoughts carefully, “Like my heart beats so fast as if I just fought off the number one hero.”
“I—” you grin from ear to ear now. “You give me heart problems too.”
Dabi can’t help bursting with so much joy at this moment. It’s such a foreign feeling—just talking and laying on your side. And he wants to do nothing but savour this as long as he can.
“Will you take care of it? My heart?” You ask, snapping him out of his thoughts.
And he didn’t even need to think twice to answer, “Of course. It’s yours after all. If I don’t, you’ll have my head or castrate your favourite dick.”
You burst into another fit of laughter. “Maybe…”
Dabi smiles at you, and an arm winds itself on your waist to have you pressed against him.
“I’m gonna take care of your heart too,” you claim.
He lays a kiss on your forehead. “I know you will, sweetheart.”
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Flirting with them as a hero
Characters: Shigaraki, Dabi, Kai Chisaki, Mr. Compress
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Shigaraki
You wouldn’t see each other often when you’d go out on patrols
But oh boy, when you did
Poor shigaraki bro
To a person who didn’t know either of you, it would like you are the one harassing shigaraki
“Can’t you go do hero stuff somewhere else?”
“I could, but i wouldn’t be able to see you.”
Scratches his neck more often in your presence because, “they make me feel nasty inside”
SHIGARAKI DISCOVERS AFFECTION FOR THE FIRST TIME NOT CLICKBAIT
It’s obvious you can’t see what he looks like under the hand he wears
And Shigaraki has curiously inquired a couple of times why you’re so flirty if you don’t know what he even looks like
Like clock work you always answer:
“Well i think you probably look cute under that hand.”
And cue Shigaraki trying to escape from you claiming that
“You’re weird and annoying.”
You’re one of the few heroes who come across Shigaraki so often
Its because he finds you so interesting and he semi-memorized your patrol schedule to bump into you more often 
HE HAS YOUR ENTIRE SCHEDULE MEMORIZED DON’T BELIEVE HIM HE’S A STALKER
Anyways, during one of your guys fight you somehow manage to knock the hand off his face and-
Oh wow
And he has a mole right by his mouth?? 
Omg how does he look good with a bloody nose
You recover from your short trance
“Looks like i was right about you being cute.”
You’re so glad you were able to knock off that bothersome hand off his face or else you would have never seen his reddening cheeks
You reach for a part on your hero suit and rip off a piece of fabric
You reach towards his face, Shigaraki surprisingly doesnt pull away from you, and wipe at his bleeding nose
Shigaraki only stares at you starstruck during this
After you deem your work satisfactory you toss the fabric to the floor and stand up and walk away 
You call out to Shigaraki
“That was a cute look on your face back there.”
Shigaraki just watches you walk away and out of the abandoned warehouse you guys were fighting in
Eventually he also walks away but not before picking up the discarded piece of your hero outfit, making sure he kept his pinky far away from the fabric
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Dabi
Likes you cuz you’re not the cookie cutter type of hero and you’re actually fun
“A hot guy with a fire quirk, i don’t think it’s mere coincidence.”
You catch him off guard so hard 
He thought you would be an uptight kind of hero
The last thing he ever expected from you was to flirt with him
“You seem fun.”
And you did end up being fun
From then on the both of you would bump into each other more frequently
Dabi concluded that the more buildings he burned down, the more you would show up 🤭
“Why is it that your always on my tail?”
“Well maybe it’s because i want to see your face more often…also because you keep committing arson.”
Another thought that came to you is that fire really did suit Dabi
You would never admit out loud, but he did make chaos look like such a beautiful thing
“Hey what do you say, when i finally send you to the cellar how about we have a jailhouse date?”
“It’s a shame you’re a hero or else i would take you up on your offer”
Over time you’ve come to notice his disdain for heroes
Yeah villains normally hate heroes, but something was different about his hatred
But even with your position as a hero, Dabi was fond of you despite objecting this himself
“Join us, i’m sure we could offer you more than those crappy hero agencies.”
You pause and Dabi thinks for a second you might really consider his offer
But you murmur something he barely catches
“Maybe at an earlier point of my life i would have.”
You don't give him a chance to ponder on your statement before you’re charging to fight him
Something about that last encounter shifted something in yalls situationship
This was very evident when you had bumped into him in the most unexpected way
You were off duty and was walking down an abandoned alley way (because that’s totally normal)
But the sound of pained groans catch your attention and you snap quickly into hero mode, looking for what you assumed to be an injured samaritan
the injured part you guessed correctly
the Samaritan part not so much 
you stare at the bloodied form of Dabi huddled next to a garbage bin
Dabi finally takes notice of your presence and he immediately starts trying to burn you
"HEY! look im not going to hurt you!"
you bring your hands up in a surrender motion
Dabi only stops when he's aware that you're out of your hero uniform 
but he's still wary as he sneers at you
"You here to take advantage of me? finally put me behind bars like you wanted?"
"Shut up and let me help you asshole"
Dabi has no choice in the matter as you're already tending to his wounds
and quite frankly he's too tired to fight you
he stares at you and he can't help but think how much more attractive you looked up close 
and how stupid you were
You could have taken advantage of him in his weak time
But you’re here helping him
a villain
“Your kindness will be your downfall you know?”
“It is my job you know.”
when you're done you stand up with a huff and look like you want to say something but settle with
"go to a real doctor and get that thoroughly checked out."
Dabi watches you walk away and thinks
In another time maybe the both of you could have been partners in crime
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Chisaki
Absolutely despises you at first
He’s never seen a hero like you before (derogatory)
The first time you both met was during an undercover mission you were assigned to
Acting as a villain trying to work under Kai
You lead him down the alley way
“Sorry we had to meet in this dingy place, i’ve heard how much you despise dirty places.”
He’s almost impressed that you’d consider his ick
Almost, so the most he offers you is an acknowledging grunt
“It’s not the worst i’ve seen.”
And it truly isn’t
Just when he thinks people can’t any nastier they just somehow do
“Alright so what do you say about my proposition?”
Kai feigns thinking
He already knew who you were
And he thought you an idiot for trying to take him on your own
“I think you’re foolish.”
You hear your hero name being called through the earpiece you have
“You need to retreat right now!”
Thankfully your reflexes are fast or else you’d be reduced to nothing
You look up to where you were once standing and catch Kai’s eyes
They catch you off guard so hard you can barely hear the yelling in your ear piece
You just blurt out the first thing that comes to your mind
“Kai you have the prettiest eyes I've ever seen.”
“Another word and i’ll make you disappear”
“Not even when it’s singing your praises?”
“Sing them in the afterlife.”
Kai was never able to disintegrate you
And you got away mostly unscathed
You also got a serious tongue lashing from your company, but it’s whatever 🙄
His eyes still on your mind when you go to sleep that night
Kai’s mind is also plagued by that night 
He can’t stop thinking how idiotic you were
But his mind keeps replaying the compliment you said
He’s not great at feelings, but even he could feel the sincerity that oozed from your voice
He doesn't have to imagine about you often though
Because somehow you’re always able to sneak your way inside the hideout
He theorizes it has something to do with your quirk, since it was never explicitly stated to the public what it was
Which leads to a kind of back and forth between you guys
You usually sneak in to gather intel
But you mostly do it because you like to mess with Kai
You’ll never forget the time you had managed to get into his office
Which you weren’t aware of at the time until he walked, wide eyed upon seeing you
He’s not surprised to see you, only disappointed
Mostly in his men for letting you get past them
“What are you doing in my office?”
“Oh wow, no bird mask-? Wait, this is your office?”
You say as you spin around in his chair, you had just entered into the first room that you came across
A sly smile crosses your face
“I guess you could say it’s fate that we cross each other like this huh?”
At this point he’s used to your sugary words, but he can’t help the way his cheeks heat up, thankful for the mask he’s wearing right now
He doesn’t know why, but he feels like entertaining your shenanigans 
He walks over to his swivel chair and he can see the way you look at him
With apprehension, but mostly curiosity
He grabs the back of the chair, spins you to face him, and places both of his hands on the arms of the chair
Kai leans in, getting close to your face and manages the most sultry voice he can manage
“Fate? Or is it because you like me so much?”
He notices your expression start to change
And he’s so sure you’re going to be a flustered mess
What he doesn’t expect you do to is to hit him on the chest, effectively pushing him back, and start laughing
“What’s so funny?”
“Hahaha! No nothing- what you did was just cute.”
Honestly what he did made your heart race
And the way he looked at you omg-
Your laughing was out of nervousness, but he didn’t need to know that
Kai glares at you and huff, “get out of my office.”
Finally calming down, you stand up from the chair
“Yeah yeah, i need to get going anyways.”
You walk up to Kai and pull down his black face mask
Kai’s eyes widen and he flinches back the slightest
This causes you you smile a little bit and you lean in to give him a chaste kiss on the cheek
“I knew you would be handsome under that mask.”
With that you walk away from him and out the door all nonchalant
Kai stares at your form the entire way
He would have liked to meet you under different circumstances, but he knows that could never happen
And it never did
He’s apprehended not too long later and you knew it would eventually happen
But that still doesn’t stop the ache in your heart when you find out
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Compress
Will flirt back
“Oh you’re fun, you probably wear that mask to keep people from falling in love with you right?”
He immediately matches your energy
“Then should I take it off so you can do just that my dear?”
Compress usually has fun fighting against heroes, but not as much as he does with you
You’re like a breath of fresh air compared to the usually serious heroes he comes across
He looks forward to bumping in to you 
Him flirting back with you was an absolute surprise
It’s not that you flirt with every villain you fight, you had just assumed he would be some being filled to the brim with anger and rage
And you wanted to provoke him
Well he wasn’t one bit provoked and for once you had fun fighting
You both see each other a handful of times afterwards
But one of the meetings had stuck by your mind among the rest
You bump into compress during patrol
But this time he's not alone
He’s with a young blonde girl
You would have immediately thought the worst and jumped into fighting him if you hadn’t already been aware of the kid’s description in the League of Villains files
You can’t help but feel sad about her situation, society failing her and making her turn to unethical means to survive
You’d be sympathazing with her in your mind had she not interrupted your thoughts
And what she says catches you severely off guard
“Is that the hero you have a crush on compress? They’re so cute!”
Not once did her ever say he had a crush on you (though that doesn’t mean it wasn’t true)
He just mentioned your encounters off handedly to the group and it somehow led to Himiko gushing over one of your fansites whilst smacking his arms and saying, “look, look!”
Compress is half expecting you to be disgusted
“Is that so?” You look over to Compress and and raise an eyebrow
“Have you already fallen for me so quickly, though I can’t really blame you.”
You playfully flutter your eyelashes at him
“It would be hard not to fall for you my dear”
Himiko is squealing about how cute the entire thing is and Compress just can’t help but laugh
You begin to walk in their direction and pat Compresses’ shoulder
“Don’t make me work extra tonight.”
They weren’t doing anything yet, so you’d let them be
Before you walk away, Compress pulls a rose from one of his sleeves and hands it to you
You take it from him with a smile and walk away from the pair
Eventually you notice he’s gone for a while 
You would understand if he was making himself scarce from other heroes, but it’s like he straight up disappears
IT’S BECAUSE MANS IS MISSING A LIMB
And you’re secretly kind of sad about it
But he was a villain and him disappearing should have never surprised you
But one day you spot him, funnily enough where you both met each other
You thought you might have been hallucinating because you had come to accept that he kicked the bucket
The first thing you notice is his left robotic arm
Concern flashes across your face, that surely had to have been the reason for his absence
Villains also had their own enemies, so you’re 100% it wasn’t some freak accident and someone did this to him 
You want to ask him if he’s okay, joke about it but the only thing that comes out of you is
“Who was it?
He looks at you questioningly, you’re usually so playful with him, but he likes seeing this new side of you
“Worrying over a villain my dear? I must say that’s not a very wise thing to do.”
That’s right, as much as you wanted to worry about him, your job wouldn’t allow that freedom
“I was only wondering who got to the mighty Mr. Compress before I could.”
Compress huffs out a laugh and walks towards you until he’s right in front of you
He takes of his mask
Your breath hitches, not expecting him to ever do such a thing
And then he removes the black fabric from his face
You’re too busy admiring how handsome he is to even notice him reaching for your hand and grabbing it
“Please,” he raises your hand and places a kiss to the back of it. 
“Call me Sako.”
You repeat his name, making sure to look into his eyes the entire time
You knew nothing could bloom between you two, but it wouldn’t hurt to keep playing this dangerous game
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harleys1nhawaii · 5 months
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TEASE [dabi / todoroki touya x fem!reader]
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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.
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tired-teacher-blog · 1 month
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Listen, Dabi couldn't care less if you were a hero, a villain, or even regular civilian, since he would treat you the same way regardless.
You had been stuck -for the longest time- in a whirlpool of doubt and self pity, wondering if you actually meant anything at all to the infamous villain, a question that had proven to be hard to answer due to the man's stoic and aloof personality as well as his rare showcase of emotions, and athough it is true you were his first and only woman, the awkwardness and rift that loomed over for weeks following your first night together, did nothing but confirm your doubts.
Not so much as a glance or a how-do-you-do, as if regretting the night of passion he had with you, no explanation whatsoever, none when he shunned you, and none when he sought you out again.
Yeah, you were a play thing to him, as worthless as you had always anticipated yourself to be.. or so you thought.
You once found yourself caught in a ferocious battle between the two parties, and while falling to the ground barely conscious, all you could think of was him.
_ "Get up! Get the fuck up do you hear me?! Come on what the hell!" the words themselves were nothing you hadn't heard him yell out before, however the look on his face while he gently cradled your head and caressed your cheeks, while he kissed your forehead and carried you to safety, that look was something new.
It was fright, pure and evident, but also a softness that you had never witnessed before, so maybe, just maybe, you weren't just a nobody to him.
For days after that fateful one, a glimpse of hope appeared within you, and a determination to have an answer settled in your mind.
_ "You.. you were worried about me that day.. weren't you?" you struggled between labored breaths as he finally pulled out of your sopping heat.
_ "Would you let it go." he flumped back into bed, pleading with his pulse to settle, and placing his forearm over his face to escape your interrogation, despite that, there was no vexation to his words, it was more like he was.. bashful?
You remained quiet but only for a moment, a smile adorning your face as you watched him fidgeting nervously.
_ "I can't help but wonder though, why did you start avoiding me after our first night together?" you turned on your side to face him, placing both hands under your cheek as you waited.
_ "Are you fucking kidding me woman? I lost my virginity to you! How was I supposed to act around you after that? I needed some time damnit."
You were stunned witnessing his outburst, his forearm no longer covered his flushed face, and his typical relaxed expression was replaced with a twisted one. It was honestly comical.
_ "So that's what it was.." your words were no higher than a whisper as you allowed his own to sink in, "you do like me then, right?"
_ "What kinda' stupid question is that? Nothing is forcing me to be with you, okay?" and his frown only deepened as he attempted to keep his guard up.
You weren't as cool though, and hearing his distorted confession gave you a boost of confidence to comfortably divulge your own at last, "I like you too, I really do!"
You jumped to his chest and hugged him tightly, giggling and kicking your feet while he growled in annoyance.
_ "Yeah okay, I get it, now settle down." his grumpy expression remained, but his arms had moved to wrap around you while he kissed the top of your head.
Dabi couldn't care less if you were a hero, a villain, or even regular civilian, because regardless of that, his feelings for you will remain sincere, even if he fails to declare them properly.
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phantasmiac · 1 year
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never forget that dabi is canonically a crybaby/angry crier and would 100% be clenching his butt cheeks trying to hold back the waterworks while arguing with you if his tear ducts weren’t burnt off. and that’s exactly why despite always packing a punch, his insults are nice and short. he’s gotta wrap it up and run out of there quickly before time is up and the dam breaks.
and you think he might truly be heartless when he leaves you to cry all by yourself but bro is literally somewhere having his own music video. sliding down a brick wall, gripping at his shirt, head in his hands, all while still trying to convince himself he doesn’t care. just ten times more pathetic than whatever you’re up to tbh. bc it’s easier for you to pick yourself back up once you realize he’s just gonna come back like always.
but he mastered the art of being dramatic and emotional before he even took his first steps! it doesn’t matter how many arguments you’ve had at this point; in his head, he’s experiencing doomsday for the trillionth time. after he’s done rubbing his eyes raw and furiously wiping away his snot he’ll straighten himself out and put on his most unbothered expression.
and you’ll cry again when he returns, because he hurt you and he’s an asshole for prancing back in all cool and nonchalant like nothing happened — and perhaps because you missed him, just a little. he’ll kiss your forehead and give you his little half assed apologies that you really need to stop settling for. he’ll wipe your tears away and tease you for being such a softie.
“one day you’ll be the one crying over me,” you sniffle. “then you’ll understand.”
if only you knew.
“keep dreaming baby.”
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honeybubblebeeeeee · 4 months
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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)
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classyrbf · 3 months
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Hii could you do like Dabis girlfriend being like a brat rolling her eyes giving rude replies and then Dabi just fucking her out of her mind😭.
ATTITUDE ADJUSTMENT!
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SYNOPSIS...you come home late and have an attitude with dabi for whatever reason, luckily he has the perfect remedy to fix that
INFO...dabi x fem!reader, degrading, hair pulling, dabi being mean, oral (m!receiving), edging, reader doesn’t cum, rough sex, spit, slapping, choking, dacryphilia, spanking, hair pulling, not proofread.
OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated
thanks for the request anon!
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Dabi sat in the living room as he waited for you, it three in the morning and he’s been waiting for you all night since he got home from work. When he walked through the door, you were nowhere to be found and you never answered his texts or calls. He was furious when he saw you post on your social media story, but couldn’t quite make out where you were or what you were doing.
The sound of your keys made him perk up, eyes locking onto the door as you walked in, stumbling over your own feet from your heels. You shut the door behind you, tossing your keys somewhere on the counter top. “Where the fuck have you been?” Dabi stands up, walking over to you.
You scoff and walk away from him, heading towards your bedroom. “I asked you a question.” Dabi follows you, catching the door before you could slam it shut on him.
“Can you mind your own business? I was out with my friends.” You roll your eyes. Dabi could feel himself growing angrier at your unwanted attitude.
“Till three in the morning? You didn’t think to tell me?” Dabi questioned, scanning your features.
You groan in annoyance, kicking off your heels and throwing them on the other side of the room. “I don’t need to tell you anything, I’m my own person. Now, leave me alone.”
He slowly walks over to you, eyes narrowed. He swiftly grabs your chin, gripping it tightly and making you look at him. “What’s up with the attitude, huh? Acting like a fucking brat and for what?” He questions, watching your eyes widen like a deer caught in headlights.
“You’re annoying,” you say. Dabi quite literally had enough of your attitude. He doesn’t know what’s gotten into you tonight, but he knows a good way to fix it. If you want to be a brat, you’ll get treated like a brat.
“You don’t wanna tell me? This is your last chance to speak up, baby,” Dabi cooed, his grip still tight. You kept quiet, brows furrowed and scowl on your face as you looked back at it. Before you could blink, he grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling you down to your knees. “Get it hard,” he demanded, looking at you with a stoic expression. Your fingers fumbled with his belt buckle and buttons, pulling his pants and boxers down to reveal his dick. You looked back up at him. “Don’t look at me like you don’t know what to do.”
You wrapped your hands around his dick, slowly pumping it, you could feel him get harder in your hands, staring down at you with hooded eyes. You stuck out your tongue, swirling it around the tip before taking him in your mouth, dabi letting out a low groan. The grip on your hair grew stronger. “Keep looking at me,” he demanded. You could feel him throbbing on your tongue as you sucked him off, eyes locked onto his. “Let’s put this mouth to good use.” Dabi unexpectedly shoved his dick down your throat, making you gag. He let out a sinister chuckle as he pulled out of your throat, allowing you to breathe. “This is what happens when you have an attitude. Put your hands behind your back.” You did as you were told, scared, anticipating what Dabi was going to do to you, but the excitement that began to pool in your panties said otherwise.
He grabbed the back of your head, shoving his dick back down your throat, fucking your face. Your eyes were screwed shut as you gagged on his dick, trails of spit falling from your mouth and coating his dick. Glug glug glug. “Fuck yes,” Dabi blissfully sighed. “Look at me.” Dabi let your breathe, pulling out of your mouth again. He lightly slapped your face a couple times before grabbing your chin. “I wanna see those pretty eyes water, you hear?” Dabi slapped the tip of his cock on your wet and swollen lips, smirking down at you as he relished in the state you were in. He could tell you were enjoying this, maybe this is exactly what you needed.
He grabbed the straps of your dress, pulling them down to reveal your tits, his hands cupped them, pulling on your hard nipples as you teased his him, kissing down his length and licking your spit from his balls. Next thing you know, his cock is hitting the back of your throat as he fucks your face. You’re trying your best to keep your eyes open, staring up at your boyfriend with his jaw slack. It’s sloppy, spit falling onto your tits and coating his balls, but was it such a turn on. “Get up.” Dabi pushed your head off him, watching as you scrambled to the bed.
His large hand came pushed you down on the bed, bending you over the edge of the bed before lifting your dress up. “Wearing my favorite panties out? Fucking slut.” He landed a harsh smack against your ass causing you to whimper. “What’s your problem, hm? Did you just wanna get me mad?” He rips the thin fabric, tossing it to the floor. As much as you hated for him to be right, he was. It’s been at least a week since you and him have fucked and it was starting to get to you. You just needed him so badly.
“Dabi…please,” you pleaded, your throbbing cunt aching to feel him stretch you out. Another smack to your ass made your jump. He squeezed the flesh before spreading it, taking a good look at your dripping hole.
“Got wet off of sucking my dick, you really are a slut,” he chuckled. The breath was knocked out of you when Dabi shoved himself inside of you, the stretch making your gasp. “Mmmm, fuck!” Dabi groaned. He began moving his hips at an erratic pace, not allowing you to adjust to his size. You bit your bottom lip, eyes clenched shut as he fucked you relentlessly, plowing into you non stop. Plap plap plap. Dabi’s hand wrapped around your throat as he lifted you from the bed, pulling you flush against his chest. You could feel his breath against your skin, his cock deep inside of you, grazing against your walls. “Pussy is sucking me in. You’ve been wanting this, huh?” He breathed out.
“Yessss.” You nodded, letting your moans fall past your lips. “Fuck, fuck! You’re so deep!” You cried out. There was no sign of Dabi slowing down, going deep and fast, the tip of his dick pounding into your g-spot each time sent you into a spiral.
“You could’ve just asked. Instead, you wanna be a fucking brat, so you’re getting treated like one.” Dabi pushed you back down on the bed, hand in your hair as he tugged on it, pulling you back on his cock. Your hands entangled in the plush sheets of your bed as pleasure coursed through your entire body. “You’re squeezing around me, you gonna cum?” Dabi smirked, still fucking you, balls slapping against your clit.
“Yes, yes! I’m so close!” You whimpered, eyes rolling to the back of your head. Dabi kept fucking you until he wasn’t, pulling out of you the last minute. “No! Fuck!” You cried out. He watched as your hole clenched around nothing, laughing to himself.
“Consequences of your actions, baby. Only good girls get to cum.” He gripped the flesh of your ass before spanking it. He teased your hole, pushing the tip inside then taking it out to rub against your folds. He could hear you crying from how frustrated you were, trying your hardest to push back on his cock with each chance you got. “Too fuckin’ bad.” Dabi slammed into you again, this time only using you to get himself off. “Don’t you dare cum,” he ordered. He felt your pussy squeeze around him again, groaning as his orgasm approached.
“Dabi!” You mewled, trying your hardest. He slammed into you, thrusts growing sloppier and sloppier. You bit down on the bedsheets, taking his roughness as best as you could.
“Fuuuck!” Dabi pulled out of you, quickly cumming all over your ass. He jerked his dick, making sure he got every last drop out. He still could see you clenching around nothing, body squirming as you grew desperate for your orgasm. “That’s what you get for being a brat. Have fun getting yourself off.”
He walked out of the room, leaving you there horny and mind broken. Tears streamed down your face as you desperately began rubbing your clit. Little did you know, Dabi was standing at the door watching you try to get yourself off with your ass in the air and your fingers on your clit. “S-shit,” you cried. It just didn’t feel the same. “Please, please,” you begged. Who you were begging to? You had no clue. Your frustration grew stronger when you realized you couldn’t bring yourself to orgasm, leaving you in tears. Next time, be a good girl and ask.
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veenxys · 1 year
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「BNHA Boys as physical touch」
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⤷ Bakugou
he “acts” like he doesn’t like being in your space to give you a little more privacy and freedom, but honestly he would die if you moved away from him on the couch. he likes it when you lay your head on his shoulder and link your arm with his, or just put your feet in his lap while you guys watch something on tv. he gently caresses your ankle as he tries to keep a sweet smile from appearing on his lips. he loves to hold your hand often enough, just to feel your softness—his thumb tracing circles on the back of your hand. he also likes to gently grab your chin to make you face him and look him in the eye, doesn’t say anything, just looks at you - he just likes to make butterflies appear in your stomach and, even denying, in his too.
⤷ Deku
he likes you to lay your head on his lap and vice versa; he really likes to play with your hair or even the seams of your clothes, and he loves it when you do the same with him. he likes it when you’re standing between his legs or beside him, his hand playing with your hair while his arms are around you. also doesn’t want to let you go when you hug. not when he feel like you should be in his arms forever; leaving soft, tender kisses everywhere he reaches, just to make you stay a little longer.
⤷ Kirishima
he loves small gestures as much as he loves big gestures like; leaning his knee on yours when you’re studying in the library or giving you big, warm hugs when you don’t see each other for a day, or just pulling your hair out of your face or pulling something out of your sweater, or also stroking your hair and arms when you lay your head on his lap; leaving kisses on your temple and smiling silly when he looks at you. he loves to feel you next to him and to feel your warm skin against his, it’s his favorite thing in the whole world.
⤷ Todoroki
he is always cuddled by your side; intertwining his arm with yours, leaning his head on yours as you lay your head on his shoulder. he also likes it when your legs are bent over his so he can draw things (usually hearts) on your skin. hold your hand anytime - on the couch, in the car, while napping, you name it. needs a quick kiss before either of you leaves the room, even if only for a few seconds. he loves to sleep on top of you and put his head on your chest; the feeling of your heart beating and your calm breathing makes him relax instantly and he wouldn’t trade that for anything in the world.
⤷ Denki
he loves to put his arm around your shoulder or waist when you go out together and he always brags about you to his friends. he also loves pulling you into his lap and wrapping his arms around your waist, leaving kisses on the back of your neck or shoulders, which always makes you smile nonstop as he doesn’t stop spreading kisses. he likes to give you piggy back rides when you’re tired or just in random moments where the two of you can’t stop smiling or laughing at each other, completely in love and lost in your own world.
⤷ Tamaki
he falls asleep in you often because you bring him so much peace and comfort; the two of you might be in the middle of a movie and suddenly you hear soft, shallow gasps from him as he’s resting his head on your lap. “babe, are you sleeping?” “no, just relaxing” – yes, he will be in a deep sleep in about 4 minutes. and when he falls asleep on you, he won’t let you go. he also likes to compare hand sizes or just caress you lovingly before leaving a kiss on the back of your hand or your palm. he lets you paint his nails to match yours - and he’d love it if you painted your initial on his ring finger.
⤷ Shinsou
always has a hand on your thigh when you are sitting next to each other or when he is driving; sometimes tapping your fingers lightly on the inside of your thigh in time with the music. he also loves to give you long, tight hugs that warm you up, but also take the breath away from you. likes to fix your clothes or hair if it’s a little messy - and he always has a smile on his face while doing it. soft touches, always; even if it’s a squeeze on your thigh, he’s very gentle. likes to massage your shoulders, legs and feet when you come home tired; he listens intently to what you have to say while his hands work so you can rest and feel calm. he also loves taking baths with you; intimate and genuine moments where he can touch you and help you at the same time.
⤷ Hawks
he loves to spread kisses all over your skin; especially your cheeks, neck and belly. it’s through small and affectionate kisses that he shows all his love and admiration for you and if you feel insecure in any part of your body, you can bet he will be kissing you all over and telling you everything he loves about that part of your body and how much he think it’s beautiful the way it is. he also likes to be holding hands or playing with your fingers. likes to hug you and smell your hair because your hair products smell so good - likes to help you wash and style your hair too. he applies lotion to your legs after a shower and even does skincare with you, where he takes all the care in the world to rub the products on your face and steal a few kisses here and there.
⤷ Dabi
the way he shows love through physical touch can be a little limited at times, but they never fail to give you butterflies in your stomach. he likes to put an arm around your shoulder, put his hand behind your back and guide you, and pull you by the waist when he wants to kiss you or when he wants you to look him in the eye. he also likes to caress your cheek and give you soft kisses on the lips when you are lying down and ready to sleep. you don’t know, but in the morning he likes to caress your face and hair while pulling you to him, just so you can sleep better.
⤷ Shigaraki
he’s afraid of physical touch due to his quirk, but after wearing the gloves for the first time, he realizes he’s found a way to show his love for you through touch as well. he likes to give you tight hugs where he kisses the top of your head and closes your eyes; feeling your scent and warmth while getting lost in the moment. he also likes to play with your hands from time to time or just lie on your lap, lightly caressing your thigh. at night, he pulls you to sleep on him; he loves that contact and that peace you bring him and he would do anything in the world just to have that for the rest of his life.
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trueshellz · 1 year
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Having Dabi's kid, him leaving without you being able to tell him that you're carrying his child until one day he comes back, watching you from the sidelines while you're both at the park. Your son is a spitting image of his dad, bright blue eyes and red hair with streaks of yours interspersed. He's loud and boisterous, a bit clumsy and always tripping over his feet. He babbles and laughs so hard especially when you tickle him, arms and legs flapping when you push him on the swing.
And Dabi actually feels his heart stop.
His own childhood running through his mind, the training with his dad, the trauma and abuse he endured. The way he was ignored, his life deemed useless when a newer, updated version came about with the right quirk his dad desired. He doesn't even realise he's crying until he feels the blood running down his cheeks, small drops on the floor by her booted legs.
"You know, he's just like you."
And then you're there.
The same girl he was always too bad for, not worthy or enough for. You were the light to the darkest part of his soul, the only thing that kept him sane some days and probably the only person who loved him unconditionally. There was nothing about you he didn't love... and then the words sink in.
"W-what?"
A huff of laughter as you bounce the baby on your hip, Dabi can't help but stare as his own blue eyes stare back at him. And then he has to stumble forward as the bundle reaches for him, jumping out of your hands. If it wasn't for his quick reflexes his son, oh my god his son, would have face planted onto the ground.
And then there's a little hand on his face, the scarred bits he had to learn to live with. A light slap as the small palm connects and Dabi can't help but smile as the baby starts gurgling and smacking his lips together.
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stxrrydreamss · 1 year
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Reblog this if you want Dabi to slut you out.
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touyasdoll · 1 year
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Like You
pairing: dad!Dabi/Touya Todoroki x fem!reader
word count: 0.6k
warnings: you have a son together, reader referred to as mommy, Touya has feelings
notes: just a sappy little idea I had. I live for this man as a father <3 best dad, hands down. and as always, he deserves the world.
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You and Touya are enjoying a peaceful afternoon on the couch, cuddled up together while watching some tv in silence for once. Your little boy is being so good right now, just quietly coloring by himself in the other room.
But then it gets a little bit too quiet, so you get up to investigate, just to make sure that he isn’t getting into anything he shouldn’t be. Lo and behold, your suspicions were correct. You find him absolutely covered in purple marker.
It’s everywhere. His arms, his neck, his face. All on his cheeks and just beneath his oceanic eyes. He’d even taken his shirt off to color in part of his chest.
“What—,” you blink, laughing and shaking your head as you walk closer to him. “Honey, what are you doing?”
You reach out to take the marker from him, but he grips it tighter and takes a step back.
“No, I’m not done yet!” He pouts, looking down at his belly to put the purple ink to his skin again.
“Not done with what? I think you’ve done enough, sweetheart. C’mere, lemme see that, please,” you say as you hold out your hand.
Touya’s sitting on the couch waiting for you to return, though his parental senses are tingling. He’s about to get up and come to check on the both of you when he hears your laughter.
“Hey, what’s so funny in there?” He calls playfully as he gets up anyway to wander down the hall, curious as to what’s going on.
He leans against the entrance to the playroom and his eyes pop open wide when he sees the mess that’s made it’s way all over your son and his tiny little activity table.
“Tell Daddy what you’re doing, baby,” you instruct the small boy with a fond smile on your lips.
“I wanted to look cool like you!” He proclaims, the most pure smile propping up his chubby cheeks.
Touya’s heart clenches in his chest so tight that he actually clutches it, wearing the same expression you’d had on just moments ago, positively endeared by your son’s ingenious idea.
He’s always thought that he looks disgusting, even with the countless amount of times you’ve insisted otherwise. It isn’t until this moment that he starts to believe that maybe you’re not entirely wrong after all, but he’s mostly just relieved that his own child doesn’t find him repulsive and touched that he actually wants to emulate him. It’s the only time in his life he’s actually felt more like a hero than a villain.
“I’m missing the shiny parts though,” your son announces, wearing a pout that’s identical to his fathers, though Touya would deny that he’s ever pouted in his life.
“Well, I think we have some staples,” Touya says casually as he looks over his shoulder.
“Absolutely not.” You shake your head, laughing. “This is good enough. You did such a good job, baby.”
“Aw, c’mon, we can use that shit that you use to put your eyelashes on or whatever. That’s safe, right?” Touya jokes as he strolls further into the room.
You roll your eyes, though you can’t help the amused smile on your lips.
“Language. And no staples. Maybe we can find some tinsel or something though,” you concede. “And some body safe paint.”
“See, that’s why it’s a good thing we have Mommy,” Touya says as he moves to sit on the floor, ruffling the tot’s white hair. “You did do a great job, buddy. C’mere.”
He extends his long arms and pulls the tike into a hug, just in time to spare him from seeing the single crimson tear slipping from his seam, though you catch it. You reach out to gently swipe it away with your thumb before you join in on their embrace, pressing a kiss to your husband’s face and then your son’s.
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