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neesieiumz · 1 year

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| benighted ↠ plunged into darkness ⸻ dabi |

synopsis ↠ despite last week's argument, you still found yourself at your boyfriend's first tour concert.

warnings ↠ smut. 18+. toxic relationship. rockstar!dabi. exhibitionism. face-fucking. black-coded reader. female reader. afab reader. reader learns she has a slight exhibitionism kink. degradation. honestly, a bit of dub-con. dabi calls reader a slut. hawks is in this. just trust me on this. dabi fucks you in the back of the club

writer’s notes ↠ despite me finishing it, it took me two weeks to edit it because I didn't feel like it. Lord... anyway I hope y'all enjoy this, I definitely tried to go out of my comfort zone with this one. also thank you for 2.3k followers. I luv yaaaalllll.

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It was loud.

That was a usual occurrence when it comes to their shows. The crowds screaming, girls swooning, and guitar and bass clashing together in a rough medley as the drums and keyboard kept the tempo. LEAGUE was their name, a band Touy—Dabi joined three years ago, and since then has only been going up and up. You remember the day he told you he had finally found a band decent enough, crashing in your loft apartment laying across your body as you watched a movie together. His love for bass guitar was the one thing that he brought from his family home, his outlet from an explosive family dynamic.

Taking a deep breath, you gazed at him behind your sunglasses. He was shirtless, body glistening with sweat, the overhead spotlights giving him a cool glow. His arms and chest were littered with tattoos that you still didn’t know when he got done. His dyed black hair hangs over his face, covering his eyes ever so slightly. You then moved your gaze towards the crowd, looking all the way up into the nosebleeds. It was their biggest show to date, evident from their growing success. Couldn't help the little smile that formed on your face, you leaned against the wall as their guitarist, Spinner, if you remembered correctly led them to their last song of the night. As the slowest song played, you hummed along, nodding your head to the beat. You could feel a lot of movement behind you, stage managers getting ready for cleaning up after the show.

As the final note came out, the crowd cheered louder than it had before for the night. Standing up straight, you held your bag close to you before turning around and beginning to walk away. You rather not be here when a flood of managers surrounded them, headed towards the dressing rooms. You passed by Magne, or Big Sis Magne dubbed by the rest of the band, according to Dabi. She was the only one who was somewhat nice to you, helping you get backstage while they were just beginning their show. You got to the dressing rooms, one for each band member. You got it in the middle, labeled with his very name as well.

Using the key Magne gave you, you unlocked it revealing the seemingly normal dressing room. Over to the left was a couch, with Dabi’s stuff all over it, his bass guitar’s case sitting against the couch. Sighing, you walked over to the desk, grabbed the rolling chair by the vanity table, and sat right on it. Staring at yourself in the multiple mirrors side by side, illuminated by bright Hollywood bulbs. Your curls fluffed out, falling a bit past your shoulders, dyed in the color Dabi had dared you to do a while back, now beginning to grow out. Reaching up, you pulled off your slim sunglasses, revealing the makeup you did for tonight. Matching with the black mini dress you were wearing, paired with some platform boots and belt chain, spelling “Chanel '' on it.

You two were on bad terms once again, arguments spewing out all over a guy you met whilst partying with Dabi after one of his performances. To Dabi, it was as if you were holding a sign over your head screaming, “come fuck me” to the guy. You didn’t see it that, rather seeing it as enjoying yourself for once out of the few times you came with him to his stupid after-parties. When you brought up something you can’t even remember at this point. It was heavy, you threw things, and he brought up your family. And then you brought up his family. For some reason, that was out of bounds, all ending with him telling you not to bother coming to the first stop on the tour, which was a few towns over from where you live. It was something you were so proud of him for, and despite all that, you both found a way to pick another fight with each other. Still, you thought, you weren’t going to miss this for the world.

“What are you doing here?”

Jumping at the unexpected voice, you turned around only to see the man of the hour. He came inside the room, closing the door behind him. He was still shirtless from his performance, his bass strapped around his body. In his hands he was holding a t-shirt, probably the one he was wearing on stage before he took it off.

Ignoring the urge to stare at him, you looked up at him, “I wanted to come to support you, I promised you I would.”

He rolled his eyes, walking over to the couch with his things on them and going through them. Sighing, you walked towards him, grabbing his wrist while trying to pull him towards you. Despite the annoyance on his face, he let you pull him around. Luckily, there was just enough space for you to push him on the couch. Slowly, you climbed right on top of him, resting right on his lips against his black baggy pants. The sounds of his chains moving again to you as you got comfortable.

“Come on, how many times do I have to say I’m sorry?” You told him, resting your arms against each of his shoulders.

He still said nothing, looking everywhere but at you. Rolling your eyes slightly, you leaned down towards him, beginning to place slow kisses all along his exposed neck. The taste of salt left you unphased, and you continued your actions. His hands came up around your hips, squeezing them tight when you passed over a certain area on his neck. Your path moved up, and glossy kisses soon reached his cheek, moving your head around to meet him before resting your lips on his own. It was still a few seconds but he returned the kiss, moving his hands around your waist. Letting out a soft moan as he pulled you closer to him, unconsciously grinding on him as well. Dabi took control of the kiss with no fight from you, his grip around your waist falling down to your bottom.

Dabi stood up with a grunt, you squealing as you held on to him tight, his hand still on your ass. He carried you over to the vanity, basically slamming you against the table. Gasping as he suddenly let go of the kiss, leading himself down to your neck, leaving his own rough kisses along it.

“You piss me off so fucking,” you heard him mumble against your skin, “much.”

You couldn’t help but let out a breathy laugh, “you like it though.”

Dabi didn’t say anything but continued to lay kisses up and down your neck. Your own hands dug into his hair, and your head was thrown back in ecstasy. His hands began to slide underneath your dress, sliding back the material. The clothing revealed the thin black thong you wore under the dress, already soaked. His fingers thumbed at the thin cloth, before wrapping his fingers around it, ripping it right off. Screaming you tried to push him away but he was attached to you, pulling the thin thong off your body.

“Dabi, stop fucking ripping my panties—” cut off but him sinking two of his fingers within you.

Gasping, your grip on his hair tightened in surprise. He smirked within your skin at your cut-off reactions, slowly thrusting the digits in and out of you. His cold thumb pressed against your clit, the sudden temperature change, causing you to squeal, back arching, head nearly banging against the table edge. As he fingered you, you could hear ruffles of clothing, and the sound of a zipper unzipping. Your hands left his hair, your manicured nails coming up around his back, underneath his shirt. Slowly, he removed his fingers, licking off the arousal all over them. Soon you felt hands upon your shoulders, pushing you down right back onto the floor. Looking up at him, staring at his blue eyes as his hands fumbled with his belt and zipper.

Reaching up, pulling down his pants as well, his lengthy cock slapping you slightly in the face. You stuck out your tongue, laying it flat against the underside, moving your head up. Dabi groaned, his hands grabbing at your hair before pursuing you against him. Gasping as he pulled you up slightly, before pressing his tip past your lips. His thick cock forced itself down your throat, pushing it down, gagging around him as he did. Drool dripped down your face, as he fucked you roughly, smirking down at the way your lips stretched around him. You tried to suck, matching his crude pace, the only thing you could do was relax as best as you could, letting him take full control of you.

“Fuck, look at your drooling with my dick in your mouth,” he cursed, hissing as he pushed you down further, causing you to gag even further.

Tears threatened to fall out of your eyes, your inner thigh sticky with slickness. Your hands held out to his thighs, finding some sort of balance as he suddenly pressed you down, basically forcing all of him down your throat.

“How are you gonna make it up to me? Swallowing my cock like a slut, huh?” He huffed out, his voice getting tiger with tension, his grip doing the same.

You tried your best to nod your head, mouth still full. You tried to cross your thighs as much as you could within your position, but he forced his foot in between them, pressing his heavy boot right over your drenched pussy. Your choked moan vibrated against, him, striving to grind yourself against him. He let off a menacing smirk, letting go of your braids before using both of his hands to hold you, forcing your head up and down.

“Fuck, fuck so fucking nasty, take take it all… “ he groaned, throwing his head back.

With one final thrust, with no remorse for you, groaning as he came down your throat. He kept you down, ignoring your slight protests, relishing in the feeling of your throat around his cock. Soon he let you go, allowing you to breathe, gasping with lips wet with cum and spit. You felt his hand grab you under your chin, before forcing right up to your feet. He pressed his lips against your wet ones, forcing his tongue into your mouth. Bracing yourself at the intensity, hands grasping around his arms as he pushed back against the vanity, this time pushing you up, making you sit on the table. Dabi gripped your thighs, parting your legs wide open, revealing your soaked cunt. His hands reached down, rubbing the pads of his fingers against your gushing pussy. Moaning, back arching as he rubbed slow, harsh circles into your clit.

Just as his hands began to slide your dress, a loud knock came at the door.

“Dabi, hurry the fuck up! We still have this fucking after-party to go to!”

It was Toga, another one of Dabis’ bandmates. Groaning, feeling cold as Dabi pulled away from you.

“Do we have to go?” You asked him, bringing his arms back around his waist.

He groaned, looking between the door before back at you. Slowly he pulled away from you, helping you off the table before walking towards his things. As he fixed up his bag, you fixed up your dress, pulling your straps up once again. Glancing down at the scraps of clothes on the floor that was once your thong, seeing Dabi bend over and pick them up. Rolling your eyes, turning around, grabbing your bag, pulling out the lipgloss you brought, and fixing your lips back up. As you did, you could feel an arm slither around your waist, before pulling you closer. You look up, seeing Dabi now fully shirted, this time it was black, but it had the LEAGUE symbol on it. Leaning down, he placed his lips roughly back on yours, surprising you for a bit. His hard press cast your legs to shake a bit, grabbing on him and his shirt to find balance. Slowly he broke the kiss, your lips slightly swollen from the intensity.

Another loud knock came to the door, even louder than the one before. He sighed again, looking at the door before back at you. With no words, he jerked his head towards the door, eyebrow raised. Understanding the silent question, “wanna head off?” You nodded your head, taking your lipgloss and reapplying it as Dabi guided you to the door. He walks you two to the door, opening to reveal Toga standing outside, an irritated look on her face.

“Finna-fucking-lly, the tour bus is waiting for us t take us there.” She said before locking eyes with you.

She just rolled her eyes, before walking away. A grimace came on your face, rolling your eyes and looking down at the girl as she walked away. You looked back up at Dabi who simply shrugged his shoulders before walking off, taking you with him.

It was loud.

Much like the concert but this time, you were ready to go home. The after-party was happening at a club twenty minutes away from the concert venue. You kept to yourself, sipping away at the cranberry vodka he had gotten you five minutes ago. It was crowded with lots of people but mostly the growing fanbase of the band, filled with mostly well-meaning fans, but also those who didn’t understand the basic idea of personal respect. You met the stink eyes of one too many girls who were part of Dabi’s own growing fanbase. You looked away from them, however, trying to keep your focus on Dabi when a familiar flash entered your vision.

Neon lights made up for the full-on darkness the club was in, everyone wearing glowing ornaments. You wore glowing blue and purple bangles all along your gloved hands and arms, right along with the silver bracelet Dabi got you a few months ago. Your rope-like twists up in a high ponytail, and you ripped your shot against the person in front of you before thawing it right back. Everyone around you cheered as you finished your shit first, slamming it against the bar table. The man in front of you, someone you had just met tonight, finished his shot before copying your movements, slamming his own glass on the table.

“Okay, okay I'll admit to you, you're a better drinker than me!” He acknowledged, giving you a half-exaggerated bow.

You can help but laugh loudly, alcohol roaring and moving through your system.

“Thank you for finally admitting it,” you said, taking his acceptance.

You had no idea how you even got to this situation, surrounded by a bunch of strangers, but this was probably the most fun you’ve had coming to these types of parties. After his shows, he liked to drag you out to different clubs and parties. Laughing, you leaned against the bar before turning around to order a club soda, something to help you sober up. You could feel the man come up beside you, asking for the same thing you did. As you two got your orders, you turned towards him, the two of you taking a sip of the carbonated water, you couldn't help but smile at each other. The drink cooled your system down a bit, allowing you to focus on the man in front of you. His hair was feathery, like a bird’s wings, wearing a simple black shirt that was only buttoned once, revealing his sweaty chest. His golden-brown eyes were piercing through you, despite his humorous countenance.

Once the two of you finished your drink, handing them back to the bartender, the man spoke up first, “Keigo, but most people just call me Hawks. I still don’t know why.”

You couldn’t help but giggle at the nickname, glancing between him and his hair, “I can think of one reason.”

The two of you broke out in laughter, but just before you could say anything, you heard a throat clear behind you. You turn around and Hawks glance right behind you, you staw familiar tattoos along with piercing blue eyes gazing right between the two of you. Immediately you got out of your seat, making your way toward your glowering lover. Heart pounding slightly as you glanced at him, seeing him no longer focused on you but on the man you were just talking to. You came up in front of him, trying to wrap yourself around him. It was futile, him pushing you off of him as he walked closer and closer to him.

“You tryna piss me off right now?”

“Dabi—” you tried to cut in but Hawks cut in right before you could.

He glanced between the two of them before shrugging his shoulders, “hey, we were just having some fun, no need to get all angry.”

Dabi rolled his eyes, reaching to grab him by the shirt before you finally stepped in, pulling his hand off of him. Dabi pushes you away, before sending a punch flying to Hawks’ face, the entire audience around you gasping as he did. The blonde man slumped on the floor, Dabi wiped away what little blood he had on his hands onto his dark pants. Once He did he grabbed your hand, pulling you away from everyone, despite you fighting his hold. You weren’t too far from everyone before pulling yourself out of his hold.

“What the actual fuck was that?!” You screamed at him, trying to push him away from you.

He just scoffed as you continued to yell at him, “the first time I actually have some fun at these fucking parties you drag me to and you PUNCH someone in the face?”

“Didn’t know throwing yourself around counted as fun,” he yelled right back at your face, everyone around him hearing him loud and clear.

The argument continued well into the night, ending up with you two right at your apartment, screaming at each other

It was him. Hawks, he called himself from a week ago.

You glanced over his form, he wore a glossy-like silver shirt, with black pants with it as well. His hair still looked the same as before, and he wore glasses above his face. His shirt was unbuttoned quite a bit, revealing just enough of his chest, tied in the silver chain hanging down from his neck. Your eyes continued to gaze down his form, but before you could do anything else. The grip that was once resting around you tightened before mostly pushing you against the wall. Gasping at the sudden hand around your neck, pressing you further into the wall.

“Dabi,” you tried to get out but were cut off by his other hand slipping under your dress, roughly pressing against your clit.

The feeling of your oxygen slowly being more and more restrictive as your body reacted, twisting in growing euphoria as he did. He said nothing, grunting and positioning his body in between your legs. His grip around you loosened a bit as you felt his cold zipper press up against your cunt. His fingers soon left before feeling him fumble against his button and zipper.

Gasping, relaxing where exactly you were, glancing around at the backs turned towards you.

“Dabi, fuck baby, we’re in public! Wait,” you squealed, feeling his thickness begin to press against you.

Cursing, grabbing a hold of him as he sunk his thickness into your wet heat, squirming within his hold. The wall vibrated with the heavy bass and 808 drums of the music within the club. Your eyes glanced all around you, before locking eyes into a golden brown that seemed to have gotten closer. A sudden thrust broke the slight trance you were under, moaning as he repeatedly plunged into you, uncaring of your own concerns. His hand fully left your throat, allowing you to breathe and speak as it came up under your thighs, before pressing them up against the wall, parting your legs in full. The new position allowed him to penetrate deeper into you. Your squeals were luckily covered by the music, and the darkness covered you just enough that if no one looked hard enough, they would see you.

Yet there were those gold-brown eyes, in the corner of your vision as you were now focused on Dabi fully. He couldn’t keep his eyes off you and you knew it, and you had the biggest feeling as he fucked you against the wall, that Dabi knew as well.

Was that it? Did he press you up here just because he knew he was watching?

“Squeezing around me like a fucking vice,” he groaned, leaning right up in your ear as he did so, “is it because he’s watching you? Huh?”

“You like him watching you get fucked like a little whore?”

You pulsed uncontrollably against him, melting unconsciously with his words. His deep raspy voice incited something within you. His tongue came up around your ear, lapping at it before nibbling away. Your body convulses, curling up against the wall as your thighs tremble, feeling your orgasm building quickly way too quickly.

“Look at him, look at him.”

Gasping, you lifted your head as much as you could, and yet, you could still see his figure looking right at you. At this point he had found a seat, holding a drink close to his face, but yet, he was still looking right at the two of you.

You don’t know what it is, the circumstances, you don’t know, but your body shook violently, coming with a shout which you muffled against his shirt, holding him close. Your arousal dripped down your thighs, drenching part of his shirt and the front of his pants as you held him close to you. Dabi’s own thrust didn’t slow down, in fact, they sped up, his hips slamming against your inner thighs. With one final thrust, he groaned against your shoulder, feeling his cum filling you right up. Letting out heavy breaths, feeling his warm hand grab your hand under your chin. He pulled in, placing heavy pecks against your lips. Your body felt like jelly as he slid out of you, feeling the mixture of your and his cum slowly sliding out of you. His hands came around your dress, pulling down the short material before wrapping his arms around your waist. He soon pulled you out of the darkness, pulling you behind him as he greeted those around him. He bid them goodbye before taking you out of the crowd.

As you walked, you glanced back toward where he was sitting, only to find an empty seat. You looked back at Dabi who was just walking ahead of you, holding your hand. He led you outside, where he went up into the tour bus parked down the street. Dabi knocked on the door, allowing the driver to let him in. He guided you towards one of the beds. Just like a light, you fell into a deep, unclouded sleep.

As you slept peacefully, Dabi’s own phone buzzed with a sudden message. He pulled out his phone, before smirking at the sudden message.

H: you get what you want, sick freak?

D: Yep.

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themercyverse · 1 year

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Villain's Princess || MHA

Pairing: Dabi x Villain!Reader

Synopsis: Dabi is really set on calling you princess. It seems he does this to annoy you, but does he really?

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As you walked through the League of Villains' hideout, the smell of cigarette smoke and burning embers filled your nostrils. The dimly lit corridors were lined with old, rusty pipes and grime-covered walls that seemed to ooze danger. The sound of footsteps echoed off the walls, and you knew that you were not alone in this labyrinthine hideout.

Approaching the common area, you heard a familiar voice call out to you. "Hey, princess!" Dabi shouted from behind, his voice slicing through the tension like a hot knife through butter. You turned to face him and saw his wicked grin spread across his face, sending shivers down your spine.

Dabi's bright blue flames flickered from his fingertips as he leaned against the wall, looking at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "What are you up to?" he asked, tilting his head slightly.

You rolled your eyes, annoyed at his use of the nickname "princess" that he had taken to calling you lately. It was driving you crazy, and you knew he was doing it just to get under your skin. But you couldn't deny that it gave you butterflies in your stomach whenever he said it.

"I'm just trying to get some work done, Dabi," you replied, trying to sound casual.

Dabi chuckled, and the sound echoed through the empty corridors. "Relax, princess. I'm just messing with you. You know I love seeing that look on your face."

You couldn't help but smile a little at his teasing. Despite his abrasive personality, there was something about Dabi that drew you to him. Maybe it was his confidence, or the way he always seemed to know exactly what he wanted.

As you continued with your work, Dabi hung around, making idle conversation, and occasionally calling you "princess" just to watch you squirm. But as the day wore on, you began to notice something different about the way he said it. There was a possessiveness in his voice that you hadn't heard before, a hint of something deeper than just playful teasing.

You tried not to read too much into it, knowing that Dabi was the last person who would ever admit feeling anything else than hatred and annoyance. But the more he called you "princess," the more you found yourself enjoying his tone and facial expressions concomitantly to his words. It became a secret code between the two of you, a way to show your mutual affection without having to say it outright, even though neither of you actually admitted to it.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. Dabi continued to call you "princess," and you continued to let him, secretly loving the way it made you feel. But it wasn't until a particularly intense battle with the heroes that you realized just how much Dabi truly cared about you.

As you fought together, you couldn't help but notice the way that Dabi's muscles rippled beneath his shirt, his movements fluid and graceful as he took down his opponents with ease. Despite the chaos around you, there was a sense of calm that settled over you when you were near him.

And then, in the heat of battle, Dabi turned to you with a look of fierce determination. "Get behind me, princess! I'll protect you!" His voice was like thunder, ringing in your ears, and you felt a shiver run down your spine at the intensity of his words.

In that moment, you realized just how much you had come to rely on Dabi, not just as a comrade in arms, but as something more. There was a bond between you that went beyond mere friendship or even attraction. It was something deeper, something that you couldn't quite put into words.

As you moved to stand behind him, you felt a surge of emotion rise up within you. Here was a man who was willing to lay down his life for yours, who saw you as something precious and worth protecting. It was a feeling that you had never experienced before, and it both thrilled and terrified you.

For the rest of the battle, you watched in awe as Dabi fought with a ferocity that bordered on madness. His eyes blazed with a passion that was both terrifying and exhilarating, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of pride at being the one he was fighting for.

And when the battle was finally over, you found yourself drawn to Dabi like a moth to a flame. As you stood there, breathing heavily and covered in sweat, he turned to you with a small, almost shy smile.

You were taken aback by the sudden display of protectiveness, but you couldn't deny the thrill it gave you to hear him call you "princess" in such a serious tone. You knew that he would do anything to keep you safe, and that thought filled you with a warmth that you couldn't quite describe.

As you caught your breath after the intense battle, you noticed Dabi looking at you intently, his eyes softening as he approached you. His usual smirk was replaced with a more serious expression, and you couldn't help but feel a flutter in your chest at the sight of him.

Dabi gently took your arm and with his body, he covered the chaos of the battle from your sight. He turned to face you, his eyes piercing into yours, and you couldn't help but feel a warmth spreading through your body at his touch.

He spoke softly, his voice laced with more tenderness than usual. That really surprised you.

"I won’t let anything that’s mine get hurt, alright princess? So rest assured." He carefully lifted your chin and came closer to you, making you feel his hot breath against your skin. His words were simple, yet they held a depth of emotion that you had never heard from him before.

You looked up at him, a mixture of surprise and gratitude on your face. It was as if he was claiming you as his own, and it made you feel both exhilarated and nervous. You had always known that Dabi was fiercely independent and unpredictable but hearing him express his protectiveness over you was a revelation.

Despite his gruff exterior, you could tell that Dabi cared deeply for you, and his words were a confirmation of those feelings. As you gazed into his eyes, you felt a wave of emotion wash over you, and you knew that you had found someone special.

From that day forward, you wore the title of "princess" with pride, knowing that it was a way for Dabi to show the world that you were his. The term had transformed from a teasing nickname to a symbol of his affection and protectiveness over you, and you cherished it more than any other title or honorific.

Thanks for reading <3

-mercy

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shinsoup · 1 year

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mha boys and nnn

- you tell him he doesn’t last a chance

- 30 days without pleasuring himself or you?

- yeah right

- but 30 long, painful days go by of him keeping his hands to himself

- honestly making you yourself miserable since your fingers weren’t cutting it

- ever since you started dating bakugo you’ve never been able to please yourself

- as soon as it hits 12am on december morning, it’s game over

- bakugo is wrapping his hand around your throat and using the other to rip down your shorts

- you were almost asleep, bakugo spooning you from behind, all until it hit midnight

- you felt him press himself against your ass, already hard and practically digging into your skin

- “you’re gonna regret ever making that challenge, princess.”

- let’s just say, you couldn’t walk for a week

☆shinso☆

- would last a good half a month

- he just loves you too much

- also adding the fact you tease him the entire time

- it’s only when you’re getting dressed for your date with him that he snaps

- he’s adjusting his tie in front of the mirror as he calls out to you, “almost ready, love?”

- “waiting on you.”

- he turns around to see you dressed in a short, knee length black dress that hugs your curves perfectly

- letting his imagination run wild at just the sight of you

- his mouth practically goes dry

- and his dick inflates in his pants

- you obviously see it,, and giggle

- poor shinso

- “ready?” you ask, smiling sweetly as you turn around and bend over

- ‘adjusting your heels’

- you gasp as you feel large hands cup your tits

- yanking you to stumble back into his chest

- “you’re in for a treat now, kitten.”

- let’s just say your dinner reservations were soon forgotten

- you tease him for failing nnn so soon

- but he doesn’t care

- losers don’t get their dick wets

- and last time he checked, he just did

☆dabi☆

- wouldn’t do it lmao gtfo

- he’s obsessed with you, although he’ll never admit it

- he can’t go one day without fucking you at least 3 times

- and if he doesn’t fuck you silly for some reason

- he’s either throat fucking your face or fingering you

- which ever one he’s in the mood for

- so when you ask,,

- “hey dabi”

- “yes, doll?”

- “y’know no nut-”

- immediately shuts you up and threatens you to never say those words again

- there was no way you would blue ball him for 30 days

- and he’d make sure of it

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shisnhou · 2 years

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kiss me more

dabi looks at you begrudgingly. well, not in a hostile manner, just more of the squinted eyes and tightened lips manner.

"why the fuck do you keep doing that with your lips?" the villain asks, demandingly. for longer than a minutes, his eyes have been darted on the pout of your glistening lips.

"doing what?" you raise a brow, lips however, still unmoving; much to dabi‘s irritation.

he clicks his tongue and gives up on telling you what he sees. if you‘re willing to act stupid, then so be it. "this shit." he places his finger just centimetres away from the glossed lip you tut out. "what the fuck is that all about."

there, he finally notices.

you‘ve been purposely pouting your lips out for hours, and after the third mark your rather coolly boyfriend has noticed.

"i have no clue as to what you‘re talking about." however, you pretend not to know what he‘s talking about.

dabi‘s brows furrow at that. begrudgingly, he puts down his finger to his side and gives you a suspicious look. he‘s not convinced with your act, with you, everything always has an ulterior motive.

and just as he suspected, you do in face have an ulterior motive.

lately, your boyfriend hasn‘t been home much. dabi‘s always out working, or whatever the fuck he‘s doing out there. for days without an end, you‘re often left home to your own devices. and as you‘re left to handle yourself, you find yourself missing your mischievous boyfriend. most especially, you miss his thin lips against yours.

you painfully miss the way he teases you with kisses that just feel like playing with fire. his lips on yours always feels so good, so good that sometimes you wish breathing wasn‘t such a big deal so that he wouldn‘t have to get back up to catch his breath.

"yeah, this act isn‘t impressing me princess. what d‘ya want?" he leans close to you, his finger tips holding your jaw up. "i don‘t have all day."

"nothing," you prod further with the act, but tutting your lips out just a little more; accentuating your glossed lips even more. "what do you want?"

dabi snickers. he bends down jus above you, enough that his lips near yours. with your now near leveled places, you‘re able to breathe in his familiar scent and feel the situation escalate. this is what you have been waiting for ages, for his lips to finally hit yours.

"i don‘t want nothin‘, pretty. what do you want?" he answers your question with a question of his own. "why‘re you bein' all pouty and shit? d‘ya want something to buy?"

you roll your eyes at him. sometimes, you do hate your boyfriend. though he can be sweet, he can also be clueless; as much as he is mean. you had thought pushing buttons might lead him on, but you overestimated him and now he‘s just confused.

"y'know what, nevermind." you sigh, wrapping your hand around his wrist and pushing it to his chest. "you‘re oblivious." you mutter, losing hope.

dabi looks at you with now a pout of his own. he watches you retreat and take your phone into your hands. he still stands there, looking at you with a face more confused than earlier.

he loves you of course, but he sometimes just doesn’t understand what goes inside your pretty little mind. more often than not, he just finds himself sighing and trying to figure out what you mean.

as he turns around and retreats, thinking about what you could have wanted. but as he is just about to leave the room, he suddenly hears something from your phone.

"here‘s the best lipgloss that pouts your lips and make you look as kissable as possible!"

what?

oh..

oh.

a lightbulb lights up inside his head. in a split second, he‘s flipping his head and caging you down. you watch with a bored expression, seeing him smirk. you cock a brow, but before you realize it, he‘s grabbing your phone out of your hands and kissing you.

your eyes widen in surprise, but they quickly flutter close as you wrap your hands around his nape.

it‘s a deep passionate kiss. his tongue moving slow against yours. lips move in perfect sync. it‘s a needy lock of lips, he‘s teasing your lower lip as he runs a hand through your hair. he savours your taste as if it were a full course meal from a michelin star restaurant.

"baby," he breaks the kiss slowly. his lips are still up against yours, his breathing slow as he speaks. "y‘know, you can just always ask me to kiss you. you don‘t have to play so unfair."

you know you can. but where is the fun in that? more so now that you know, that just being pouty and mean can make him act like a starved man. so maybe, being nice is out of the table.

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avgeliic · 1 year

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You froze as you watched a group of pro-hero’s run into in alley way right in front of you. You frowned as you continued walking to your car, just a little faster than before.

You quickly pulled out your car keys, unlocking your car. You sighed as you closed the door, placing your bag on the passenger seat. You inhaled sharply as you ran your hand through your hair. “Why the long face?” You shrieked looking back.

“Dabi? What the hell are you doing in my car?!” You frowned, rubbing your temple. “Hiding from them—“ He shrugged as he leaned back, looking out the window.

“Why in my car? What if you get caught?” Your eyes widened as you looked back at him. “I won’t if you don’t tell~” He hummed as he looked over at you, a small smile creeping on his lips.

You sighed, shaking your head. “Where am I supposed to take you?” You mumbled as you turned on the car, your hands on the steering wheel.

“I thought we were going to your apartment..?” He frowned fixing his hood. “I’m not taking you to my apartment Dabi.” You stated as you began to pull out.

“Why not doll? It’s not like I’ll do anything.” You rolled your eyes at the pet name. “Fine fine, I’ll take you but you can’t do anything but sit, got it?” You mumbled as you kept your eyes on the road, only stealing a few glances from the mirror.

“Yeah yeah..” He grumbled as he looked out the window.

You sighed as you sat on the couch beside him, a book in your hand. You slowly opened the book, reading through the pages.

He sighed as he slowly placed his head on your lap, his head facing up. Your eyes widened as you looked down at him, you inhaled nervously as you held back the urge to wipe that stupid smirk off his face.

“Sorry, I’ve been sitting for too long. Plus, I’m exhausted.” He sighed as he looked up at you, his arms crossed. “Fine whatever, just don’t bother me.” You mumbled as you moved the book closer, trying to hide the blush that was beginning to form on your face.

“Yeah yeah..” He mumbled as he closed his eyes. sure this was others would call a ‘sweet’ moment but you’ve known Dabi for a few years now. You can’t deny he was an attractive guy, but you can’t crush on your best friend. Right?

He knew you didn’t care, you told him to leave but you never pushed him off. He smirked as he got more comfortable in your lap, your thighs the perfect pillow for him.

You sighed as you scrolled through your phone, Dabi’s breathing beginning to slow down as he hit a deep slumber.

what is bound to happen next..?

a/n; AAAA THIS TOOK SO LONG BUT ITS DONE, LET ME KNOW IF I SHOULD CONTINUE THIS OR NOT.

#dabi imagine #dabi x reader #dabi x me #dabi x gender neutral reader #dabi x y/n #dabi my hero academia #dabi fluff

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idsitonthat · 1 year

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Just woke up from a dream where Dabi was this ancient being woken up from a slumber and I was the reincarnation of his past lover and he found me and trapped me then proceeded to constantly try to woo me while secretly using his powers, like he’d blow his hand at me and I’d be insanely horny or he would transform himself into a woman and try to fuck me as a woman, he lived in a huge mansion with a massive library and towards the end of my dream I got so lonely in the mansion I finally folded like a lawn chair and had the best fuck of my life

#dabi fic #dabi x me #dabi x reader #touya todoroki #shoto x you #hawks x reader #keigo x y/n #mha dabi #mha #bnha x reader #bnha dabi

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shiftingparadise · 1 year

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Leave, please (Dabi x Hawks x reader)

So, my boyfriend and I broke up yesterday. We were together for 8 years and I feel so awful, lol. I just had to write something to kind of help me cope with it. I'm sorry this isn't one of your requests, and I'm sorry they're taking so long, but I have a hard time writing when I feel bad 😕 I'm still working on them, they just take a little longer. I'm sorry guys ❤️

Warnings: none

Word count: 1966

“Don’t do this”, his knees shaking. “You can’t do this, Y/N”.

“I don’t want to do this, but I can’t help the way I feel”, the words got stuck inside your throat.

“I’m sorry”, a broken whisper as your eyes stung. “Give me an explanation, Y/N. Please”.

By now, his face had lost all color, his hands eager to wrap around your arms.

“I-I don’t have-“, “Is it so hard for you to talk to me? Would you rather stay silent than solve this mess between us?”, tired eyes scanned your face.

Yes, you did.

“You’re so selfish”, he chuckled, his head hanging low. “Have you ever thought about how I feel? About what I need?”.

Silence.

“If I leave now… That’s it”, he cleared his throat. “If I leave now, it’s over”.

You knew that.

“Leave, please”, your lips pressed together as silent tears streamed down your cheek.

It still hurt, even though you made this decision.

“You were the only one-“, Touya took a deep breath. “Never mind”, he turned his back to you, “You never listen. It’s always about you, right? I do everything I can to make you happy, to make sure you have everything you need, and still…”.

“Leave, please”, you softly sobbed. “I’m leaving, don’t worry”, blue eyes staring into yours.

You were scared. Scared that he’ll get mad, scared that he’ll hurt you again.

“One more time, please”, his arms quickly pulled you closer, his hand resting on the back of your head. “Strawberries”, a soft chuckle as he took in your scent one last time.

You didn’t hug him back. You couldn’t let yourself go through this again.

“That’s my girl. Always so cold”, he whispered before pulling away. “Take care of yourself, okay?”.

“You too, Touya”, your eyes fixed on the ground.

Finally… His hand resting on the doorknob, he’s going to leave…

“Are you sure?”. “Y-yes”, your heart racing.

You were scared. Scared that he was going to kill you. “You can’t leave me. I’ll kill you if you do. You’re mine, and mine only”, you vividly remember the night he spoke those words to you.

“Don’t be scared”, rough digits stroked your cheeks, “I’m leaving”.

Right. He could see that you were scared, that your body was shaking.

“I’m sorry I’ve hurt you so many times. I’m sorry I couldn’t treat you right, but… I’d die for you, I’d kill for you… You were the only good thing in my life, Y/N”.

He never treated you right, but you loved him. You’ll always love him.

“L-leave, Touya. Please”, loud sobs escaped your lungs, your body shaking.

It hurt him to see you like this. You knew that, but this had to happen. You couldn’t do this any longer.

“Fuck!”, a loud scream before he kicked against your door. “I can’t leave, I can’t leave you, Y/N. I love you, I love you more than anyone or anything”.

You’ve never seen him cry before. You’ve never even heard him raise his voice…

“Don’t you want me to be happy?”. “I want you to be happy with me!”, tears streaming down his cheek.

“You’ve hurt me too many times”, your hand wrapped around your wrist. A stinging sensation greeted you, a reminder of what he’d done.

You had to feel the pain he caused you. You had to be strong.

“Are you in love with someone else? Is that it?”, rage in his eyes. “W-what?”, you took a step backward. “Of course not! I’ve never even thought about that”.

But that was a lie, right? You did. You thought about him all the time.

“You’re telling me you’ve never thought about the guy who saved your life?”, he chuckled. “Don’t play dumb. I saw the way you looked at him. When he soared through the sky, his arms wrapped around you…. You’ve never thought about that, hm?”. “D-don’t touch me!”, you pulled away as he grabbed your arm. “Where were you? Where were you when your friend 'Shigi' kidnapped me and placed me in a building full of explosives? Where were you, Touya? Were you too busy running after daddy? Too busy plotting your revenge?”.

Too far.

“What did you just say?”, every emotion on his face disappeared. “N-nothing”, your eyes wide open. “No, no, no”, he hastily replied as he got closer, “I was too busy running after ‘daddy’, right?”. “T-touya-“. “Is that how you see me? A crybaby with daddy issues?”.

Well, to be honest, he kind of was…

“No, of course not!”. “Well, I’m sorry, princess. I’m sorry I don’t have fucking wings and I can’t magically fly to where you are. As you can see, I’m kind of broken”, his voice cracked. “But I was risking everything I had to come and save you and kick that idiot’s ass”. “Y-you’ve never told me that-“. “I thought I didn’t have to. I thought it was obvious that I’d come and save you. Fuck Y/N, is that really how you think about me?”.

“Calm down-“, your soft digits reached for his face, a drop of blood dripping from his eyes. “Don’t-“, a hostile tone in his voice. “You’re right. It’s better this way”, he walked to the door, “He can have you”.

“Are you hurt?”, a figure appeared from behind you. “N-no”, your voice still shaking. “He knew I was here”, Hawks walked towards the door, making sure it was closed. “It doesn’t matter if it’s closed or not. Touya can easily kick that door in”. “I know, just thought it would make you feel a little safer”, he gently wiped the tears from your cheek. “W-what do you mean he knew you were here?”, you looked into his eyes. “Right after he kicked against your door… I couldn’t help myself. I was scared he was going to hurt you-”. “But if he saw, he would’ve killed you”, you interrupted him, “I’m sure he didn’t notice-“. “I was standing right behind you… He saw me”, Hawks’ brows drew together. “Look, don’t get me wrong. I can’t stand that guy and the only reason I let him walk free is that you asked me to, but… I think he really does love you in his own fucked up way. I think he just wants you to be safe, and that's something he could've never done. Not like I can”.

“R-right”, you let your head fall against his chest, “Thank you”. “I’m glad he can’t hurt you any longer”, Hawks’ digits gently stroked over your burn marks.

You didn’t mean to fall in love with someone else, to abandon Touya, but… It was better this way, wasn’t it? You found someone who brought you joy instead of fear, someone who left hickeys instead of scars… Yes, it was wrong. It was wrong you fell in love with someone else when you were still seeing Touya, you knew that.

“Let’s order some food, okay?”, Hawks smiled before picking you up. “You sure you aren’t an angel?”, you let your head rest against his chest, his wings wrapped around you like a blanket. “I’m sure”, he softly chuckled. “What about you? Are you sure you aren’t one?”, he carefully laid you down on the couch. “I’m sure”, your eyes lit up as he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead.

Hawks was always like this. He was always so gentle with you, as if you were made out of glass.

“I’ll order something, you get some rest, okay?”.

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“Doesn’t it hurt?”, Shigaraki turned his head. “She’s happy”, Touya’s eyes fixed on the screen, “That’s all that counts”. “So you don’t want to go and kill him? Because I do”.

Touya took a deep sigh before he turned the TV off.

“He’s off limits”. “What?!”. “He’s keeping her safe-“. “You can keep her safe”, Shigaraki interrupted his friend. “He’s a pro hero. By now, she’s met his little friends, and I’m sure they’ll adore her just as much as he did. They’re all willing to die for her, but are you? Is Toga willing to die for her? Or Twice?”.

Silence.

“Right, so I can’t keep her safe like he can, can I?”, Touya grabbed his coat. “Don’t tell me you’re going to spy on her again”, Shigaraki scratched his throat, “That’s just creepy, even for a villain”.

He knew it was strange, but he couldn’t help himself. He always adored the way you smiled as you handed someone their coffee, or the way you nodded as you greeted a customer.

“I’ll be back soon”.

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“That’s my girl”, Touya chuckled as his hands rested inside the pocket of his hoodie.

He was sitting on a bench in front of the coffee shop you worked in. He used a simple disguise, but good enough for you not to recognize him.

“What are you doing here?”. “Huh?”, Touya looked behind him. “Oh, so someone does recognize me. How’s it going, pigeon?”.

“What are you doing here?”, Hawks repeated himself. “Nothing, I’m leaving. Don’t worry”, Touya stood up. “Why are you watching her?”. “I’m not”, he walked past the pro hero. “I won’t repeat myself”, Hawks' hand on the villain’s chest. “I’ve let you escape once because she asked me to, but I won’t do it twice”.

“T-touya?”, you barely whispered. “Y/N, leave”, Hawks replied. “Is that Touya?”, you ignored your boyfriend’s concern. “Touya?”, your hand now resting on his shoulder.

Yes, his heart broke when he heard your sweet voice again, when he smelled your perfume…

“Let him go”, your eyes glossy. “Y/N, you can’t expect me to let him escape again. He’s a criminal-“. “Let him go, Hawks”. “He’s killed people-“. “I don’t care, let him go”, a single tear streamed down your cheek.

“Do you still love him?”.

You wanted to respond, to say no but…

“Right”, Hawks took his hand from Dabi’s chest, “You do”.

No, this couldn’t happen. He couldn’t let this happen. Hawks was good for you. He kept you safe, he made you smile… Something he never did.

“She doesn’t, don’t worry”, Touya slowly walked away, “I won’t come back, but you better keep her safe, or I’ll come for you”, he placed his hand on the hero’s shoulder. “Got it?”, he tightened his grip as he activated his quirk just enough to let that 'pigeon' feel his anger.

Touya never turned around to look at you, he couldn’t. You knew that, but you wanted to see him. To see that he was doing fine.

“You still love him?”, a confused expression on Hawks’ face. “I’ll always care for him”, you smiled, “But I love you”. “Y/N, I can’t let him walk away every time I see him. I’m a pro hero and he’s a villain. Have you any idea how guilty I feel when I do shit like that? He’s out there hurting people, killing people and –“.

You truly were selfish. How could you do this to him? To someone who saved your life?

“You’re right”, you interrupted him. “I’m sorry”, your hands eagerly wrapped around his waist. “I just… He just lost his way. He isn’t a bad person, Hawks. He really isn’t”. “I know you believe he isn't, but look at your body. How many times did he hurt you? How many times did he kill? Torture?”.

He was right, again.

“Yo, Y/N!”, your co-worker’s voice greeted you. “I know your boyfriend is a pro-hero, but can you come inside again? I could use some help”, he desperately sighed, “These customers are killing me!”.

“I’ll make it up to you, okay?”, your eyes studied his. “You’re right. He’s a psychopath, and I don’t know why I keep defending him. Just remember that I love you. I’ll see you tonight”, you swiftly kissed him before you hurried back inside.

“Watch out!”, your boyfriend yelled as he saw you crossing the street without looking. “Sorry!”, you clumsily waived at him, “I’ll see you at dinner!”.

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sourstars · 11 months

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kindlings & mirrors. | t. todoroki.

touya’s outgrown his hometown, but he’ll never outgrow his rage.

wc: ~1.7K.

w: cursing duh, mention of burns/burn scars, descriptions of a house fire/flames, implication of arson, mentions (?) of family trauma and abuse, slight mention of alcohol, angst w/ no happy ending.

i’ve got a whole doc on this universe that i made up i’m rioting. anyways enjoy! there’ll be a second part to this btw!

take a shot every time you spot a taylor lyric that inspired this /j

“Watch—” Startling blue irises stare as smoke swirls out into the sky, an endless inky black mass moving through clouds like a serpent. “—I’m gonna leave this shithole behind. I’m gonna change everything and nothin’ will stop me. Not even him.”

You shift in your spot, foot wedged against the roof as you lean on the slant, eyes drifting back from the burning house to the boy who longs for the fire. Shadows dance across him, skipping across features and burying others in darkness, turning him into the picture of every harbinger of doom, every version of oracles and sea monsters in mortal skin—because that is what they do not like to admit when they assume you know nothing. Feed someone a poison and they learn to test the immunity, but give it to them long enough and soon they won’t remember what it was like to not have it running through their blood. Sometimes, something dies, and something else crawls out of the bones.

The house is two streets down, but even at this distance, you can hear the sirens and the screaming. If you close your eyes, you can even imagine the crackle of the flames as they succumb to greed, swallowing memories and names and anything else they can reach before they are overcome. From here, people look like beetles, crawling across gravel and asphalt, climbing into broken windows to rescue whatever remnants are scraping by on mercy, and Touya watches on. You wonder if he’s thinking about how his father is risking a scorching death and how his family’s future is held in the hands of a man who thinks himself a god among men, if he wonders whether the knife is ever too heavy to wield, if he ever wants to put it down. He won’t. Like father, like son; hold it long enough and palm molds to hilt. Use it long enough and blade turns into limb.

“Make sure no one sees you leave.” You duck your head when he glances in your direction, scratching at an imaginary spot on your clothes. You still hear sirens. “Caught by one, hunted by all. They’ll search from dusk to dawn.”

Touya’s hands flex, fingers curling onto hard tiles, nails scraping against them. You don’t need to see his scowl. By now, you know him inside out, and you can feel it: the squint of his eye, the razor edge of his mouth. His words are wrapped in barbed wire. “I’d like to see him try.”

(Once, at home alone, you spilled alcohol onto your white carpet, watched in silence as the liquid gold stained, and in your drunken haze thought that if it could talk it would say; “If I’m going I want to go being seen.”

You see the irony now, in things that refuse to go out softly, in things that desire to leave a mark behind. In another universe, Touya is happy. In that universe, he is his mother’s son in the way that he’d taken his place in her business, not because he had to, but because he could, without fear or reservation—something about pastries, you’d guess, where no one yelled and everything tasted sweet. There is no hurt. You imagine that he would bring her new recipes to taste, and she’d never stop smiling, brushing hair out of his eyes as he tied on an apron. In that universe, Shouto knows who his brother is, knows how he snorts when he laughs, that he’ll remain quiet when trying to sell a lie, that he used to like drawing stars in his palms so he could pretend he’d caught a wish, even though it was always the same thing.

In this one, you overlay his memories until he becomes a ghost, flickering in and out of your recollection until he is a name you barely remember.

But of course you do. You always have.)

He lays back against the roof, propping one leg up and bringing his arms behind his head, fingers buried in his bright hair, and his shirt rides up, exposing the scars beneath. Your heart drops, such a sudden dip it makes your breath catch, and you trade your dignity to keep back the words you want to say, swallowing how they burn as they go back down, simmering in the pit of your stomach.

You already know this story. A father’s pride rests in his family, a first born son who’s destined to fail, regardless of how badly he’d wanted to succeed, and another who inherits the silent anger, who clenches his hands into fists he will never want to use. A daughter to pick up the pieces and the youngest who is afraid to believe he is everything his father isn’t, because it might mean he is everything his father used to be.

You remember the nights in the hospital, how you sat in that uncomfortable chair with nothing but the clothes on your back and a book in your hand, how you watched the monitor beep and listened to him breathe. He doesn’t like to talk about it, but sometimes, when he’s in your room and he thinks you’re not looking, you catch him eyeing the same title. You wonder if he remembers how you read it aloud, forcing syllables past your teeth so you wouldn’t cry. Sometimes, you wonder if he had gotten out of the house earlier, if his father hadn’t been so stubborn that night about Touya rescuing himself, that he’d still look at the world like he loved it.

“Where are you going?”

“I don’t know.” He shrugs, tilting his head back. “I can go anywhere.” A laugh bubbles out of him, astonished. His eyes are wide as he reaches a hand toward the stars, like he can pluck them right from the sky. “I can go anywhere I want—just not home.”

You watch him quietly, trying to commit this to memory. The curve of his jaw, the look in his eye, the tiny, nearly invisible smile on his lips, the blinding white of his hair, and how he’s kept it messy on purpose. You peer at his scars once again, tracing them from his neck to his hands, to the tips of his fingers where they’re stained black by something he’s used. You’re going to miss him. You already miss him and he hasn’t even left. But he will. Touya is still of the Todoroki line, and they are nothing if not consumed by their heart.

“Do you know when you’re leaving?”

He gazes at you from the corner of his eye, a furrow to his brow. “The first chance I get.”

It took one week. You took one look at his sister, at her smudged glasses and the fat tears trailing down her face, at Shouto’s confused and worried look, too heavy for a child his age, and you knew. With his father’s truck stolen hours before, he is forced to catch a ride to the firehouse after Touya took a match to the edge of the forest.

The official report claims him officially deceased. Says that it must’ve caught onto him first or something else that made it catch onto the tree, but you know better. His things must still be in his room, everything he’s ever owned, everything he’s ever been. You can’t become someone else if you’re still dressed in your funeral clothes. You don’t believe he’s in there, bones trapped between branch and ash. You can’t.

The best and worst part about him, you think now, is how he has always been a sucker for aiming to kill. He has always had a thing for annihilation, for the complete destruction of anything that stands in his way of changing who he is, but you hadn’t expected to hear he’d burnt the treehouse first, allowing heat to eat up the names carved into the bark, and when you stand in front of the wreckage, you remember the feel of the ladder. You remember; the rug was the ugliest thing you’d ever seen, itchy and uneven in design, but you loved it because he did. You remember; posters were taped onto the walls, with maps of how you’d all be legends, timeslines scribbled in marker, plans written into roads. You remember; Natsuo curled into the beanbag, holding your hand after a fight and you holding his after the bruises. You remember; Shouto sharing a container of soba, and how you’d both eat, listening to the birds as you named each one in his blind spot, caused by the patch over his eye. You remember Touya digging into the bark; I WAS HERE. You remember, in smaller scratches, soft and unsure, undeneath the original, Shouto’s handwriting; I WAS HERE TOO. And then you blink, and water hoses replace laughter, firemen replace family, past replaces future.

Enji watches as you process the scene, eyes narrowed and mouth pulled into a sneer. You can see his eyebags, the unkempt hair. No one says anything. Instead, you go to kneel by the tree, head pressed against the ruined bark, hands clasped together.

(Because what are you supposed to say to the man who taught his son that hate is the only thing worth keeping? What do you say to a tiger with an already open mouth, looking for an excuse to eat?)

As you close your eyes and think about his sons, his daughter, his ex-wife, you listen to his footsteps slowly walk home.

(“There’s nothing worth me staying for.” He flicks a broken piece of roof tile over the edge, counting seconds until impact. Three. “This shitty little town’ll still look like garbage in the rear view. But,” You see a bit of his canine become exposed as a wide, nearly cruel smile forms on his face. “one man’s trash is another man’s treasure and all that shit, right?”

Your brothers, you think, that’s worth it. Your sister, your mother. The people who love you despite the one who doesn’t.

“Just like that?” You force a laugh, ignoring the stiffness in your bones. “Well. Remember me when you make it to the city, ‘kay?”

He stares, features turning blank before he nods, and whether you want to admit it or not, that look in his eye, that dangerous gleam, reminds you of his father. Of the way that, if given the opportunity, he would do anything for what he wanted, would burn the earth even if it meant he didn’t come out of the ashes. And then he looks back to the sky, and it’s gone.

You pretend that you don’t notice his tell, that the minute doesn’t tick on indefinitely, that he’s telling the truth, that just for a moment, you aren’t losing him.

“Just like that.”)

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dabisqueen · 1 year

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gettinshiggywithit · 1 year

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!Dabi x Bakugou’s Sister!Reader!

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Scenario:- How Bakugou’s sister and dabi met!

Pairing:- dabi x Bakugou’s sister!reader

@izukuisbaby I HOPE U LIKE IT BESTIEEE PLS LMK WHAT U THINK??🥺

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Like before he joined the league kinda back

Because I honestly dont think he’d jump into a relationship.i think hed take his sweet time and honestly?good on him!

Im thinkin,dingy alley at night kinda setting.

He woulda been bummin a cig(I honestly hate this because BESTIE YOURE GONNA GET A CVD?????LIKE PUT THAT SHIT AWAY) and you sniff the air,pinch your nose closed and walk up to him

Now we know dabi hadnt committed and “flashy crimes” before joining the league so i dont think hed risk lightin you up then and there.especially if there’d be a way to to talk his way outta it

Cause as we know,this bitch can talk.hes smoother than a ferret in a piping system when he needs to/wants to be.

He’d be ready just in case he had to defend himself and all you’d do is snatch the cig from his lips and crush it under your heel

You’d give him a disapproving look up and down and just scoff before walking our of the alley and continuing on your way

Hed be STUNNED like

“Huh????”

Fuckin confusion incarnate this mfer

But like after five seconds he shaked himself ot of his trance and gets out of that alley.

He thinks about it tho. About you.not 24/7 or anything just you pop into his head every now and then.

Over the nexr few weeks you continue to bump into each other and you noticed him every time

He isn’t exactly forgettable

And finally about three weeks in you actually stop him

You pull on his raggedy little overshirt and he’s like ‘shit not her again’

You look him dead in the eye and pull him into a side street. And confront him

“Hey what gives???”

“....”

“Okay let me rephrase.why the hell are you following me??”

“Pfft im not following you.”

“Oh so you do speak,well then why the fuck have i been seeing you literally everywhere for the past three weeks?”

“I dont know what the fuck youre talking about.”

You stared into his eyes and you could tell he genuinely didnt do it on purpose...after growing up with katsuki you learned how to search for the truth in peoples eyes because,as you’d learned by observing bakugou, their eyes often betrayed what their voice and words tried to mask.

“Hmmph you really havent been following me...sorry um about that.... im y/n.” You said extending your hand and he just looked at it warily

When he didn’t respond you proded further

“And you are?????”

“Uh dabi...the name’s dabi”

“You slowly retracted your hand(he didnt shake it{THE LION THE WITCH AND THE AUDACITY OF THIS BITCH})

Just then you heard a rustling from the back of the alley

You both turned to see a group of thugs ready to ambush you

He ignited his palms and you yours.

You were no damsel in distress.youd trained with your brother since you were a little girl!

You both fought them off him Ofc deal more lethal blows than you.

And finally when all the bodies which had been attacking you were either burned to ash or incapacitated you looked at eachother and smiled just a little

“We make a pretty good team,staples”

“I guess we do”

“Soo how about dinner and a movie huh? My treat. You got most of em,left less for me”

He naturally looked skeptical.

But after a few minutes he nodded his head

“Yh sure”

What was the worst that could happen? Him falling for you?? Not a Goddam chance!(hehehehehe)

So you went on your date that Friday and the rest is history!

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please dont repost my work here as your own on any platform all rights belong to me except that of the mha characters used,their right belong to their respective owners.but this story? mine.

feedback,likes,reblogs and comments are so very appreciated tbh :’)i hope you enjoyed and ill catch ya next time!

Reblogs with tags>>>>>>>>>likes please

Tagging: @izueli @izukuisbaby

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lavalampfullofsoup · 8 months

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instead of step-sibling porn (nothing wrong w it, not for me tho), i wanna nominate roommate porn. hear me out, the intamacy of sharing a living space, both people sneaking glances when the other isnt looking. fresh out the shower tease. hearing them moan through the wall when they get themselves off. being jealous when they bring someone else home....

theres so much room for long term slow build sexual tension!!!

#dabi #dabi x me #self ship #smut #someone write this pls #im so close to writing this fic myself #im so down bad for this freak #lava lamp post

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ashturnedtomist · 2 years

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Tell me something

Genre: angst

Pairings: Dabi x Reader

Pronouns: not mentioned, reader is referred to as “doll” by Dabi

Warnings: major character death, mentions of burns, reader calls Dabi “Touya”

You knew it was bound to happen. Either heroes would catch up or his quirk would. This time it just happened to be both.

You had him laid against the wall of an alleyway, his breathing heavy and labored as you tried your best to ignore the smell of singed skin and how it made your eyes water.

You quietly tried your best to keep him calm, whispering sweet nothings in his ear as he clung to life. Distantly, you heard the sound of heroes calling out to each other, desperately trying to find the two of you.

You were in your head, listening for their approach and focusing on making sure Dabi stayed with you. The feel of his rough skin against your cheek brought you back to reality.

“Doll…I don’t think I’m gettin’ outta this one.”

You shook your head, feeling tears burn behind your eyes. “Don’t talk like that.” You gently moved your face to the side, pressing a kiss to his palm, trying your best to ignore how ragged his breathing had gotten.

He clicked his tongue, letting out a raspy chuckle that turned into a cough. “Always so optimistic.” You shook your head again. “You shouldn’t be talking to me right now. You should save your energy.”

He only stared at you, his eyes swirling with unknown emotions.

“…Tell me…Tell me about somethin’. Anything.”

You let out a sigh. “Dabi-”

“Don’t call me that.” He cut you off. “Not here. Not now.”

You bit your lip to keep it from trembling. “…Touya. I…” You closed your eyes for a moment. “Okay.” You carefully moved his head into your lap, running your fingers through his hair.

You opened your mouth. “…when we get out of here, I want to move to Okinawa.” He blinked up at you. “…Okinawa?” You nodded. “I want to…eat the food there. Experience their famous cherry blossoms.” “We have cherry blossoms here.” “Yeah, but it’s different there.” He snorted.

You kept going. “When we get out of here, we’re gonna have our own place. No more hiding out in dingy bars or-or- smelly storage units. A real place. With-with two stories and a master bedroom.” He smiled softly. “…with a yard.” You nodded in agreement. “With a yard.” His eyes drooped slightly. Your voice wavered.

“I-” “Hey, doll.” You stop. “…yes?” “Don’t…don’t let them take you without a fight. And when you get out of here….move to Okinawa. Promise me.” You shook your head. “Touya, please-” “Promise. Me.” You bite your lip before saying. “I…I promise.” Your voice broke.

He nodded. “Okay…okay. Think I’m gonna…gonna take a little nap.” You shook your head violently, trying to swallow back your sobs. “N-no. You have to-you have to stay awake.” He only let out a small chuckle.

“‘m tired, baby.”

You closed your eyes and let out a shuddering breath. “…okay. I-I’ll be here when you wake up.” He nodded. “Okay…okay.” You watched with your heart clenching in your chest as his eyes fluttered shut. You played with his hair quietly, listening to his rough breathing as it dwindled into nothing.

“…Touya?”

Nothing.

“Touya!”

Nothing again.

You let out a broken sob, your body shaking as you held him to your chest. A little away, you can here the sound of boots hitting the ground. The heroes were approaching. With a shaky breath, you pressed a kiss to his forehead.

“I hope it doesn’t hurt anymore.” You whispered.

In the corner of your peripheral, you can see the heroes entering the alley.

You carefully set Dabi’s body back against the wall.

You stood up, fresh anger boiling inside you. You raised your hands, your quirk thrumming at your fingertips.

“Hello, heroes.”

#ash writes #dabi x reader #dabi x me #dabi x you #dabi x y/n #todoroki touya x reader #touya todoroki x you #touya todoroki x y/n #todoroki touya x you #todoroki touya x y/n #mha x reader #bnha x reader

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themercyverse · 1 year

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Caught Between Worlds || MHA

Pairing: Dabi x Hero!Reader

Warning: slight angst

Synopsis: You are a hero who works behind the scenes providing support and information to those on the front lines. You are drawn to the notorious villain, Dabi, and have a secret friendship with him, knowing the consequences if anyone found out. You feel dread and anxiety when given orders to prepare for your first battle, but eventually find yourself on the battlefield.

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You were a hero, but you didn't fight in combat like most of your colleagues. Instead, you worked behind the scenes, providing support and information to those on the front lines. You were good at what you did, and you knew that you were making a difference, even if nobody ever saw you do it.

But there was one person who did see you, and that was Dabi, the notorious villain. You knew it was risky to be friends with him, but you couldn't help feeling drawn to his dark charisma and the way he always seemed to be two steps ahead of everyone else.

You kept your friendship with Dabi a secret, knowing that if anyone found out, you would be branded a traitor and thrown in jail. But you couldn't help feeling a twinge of guilt every time you saw him, knowing that you were supposed to be fighting against him, not befriending him.

After receiving the orders from your team leaders to prepare for the next battle, you felt a sense of dread wash over you. You had always been more comfortable working behind the scenes, providing support and information to the heroes on the front lines. The thought of actually joining them in battle made your stomach churn.

Despite your reservations, you knew that you had to comply with your team's orders. You spent hours training and preparing for the battle, but the fear and anxiety never left you.

Finally, the day arrived, and you found yourself standing on the battlefield, surrounded by heroes ready to fight. You tried to blend in with the crowd, hoping that no one would recognize you.

But as soon as you locked eyes with Dabi, you knew that your cover was blown. He looked just as surprised to see you there as you were to see him. You could feel his eyes on you as he quickly recovered and began to fight alongside his fellow villains, showing a serious face, sometimes even letting out a smirk when he hit any of his opponents.

Your heart raced as you tried to focus on the battle at hand. You knew that your actions would determine the outcome of this fight, and you couldn't let your fear get in the way of your duty. But now and then, you caught a glimpse of Dabi, a slight fear washed over you, as he was a powerful and recognized villain and you, right now, were his enemy. But at the same time, you couldn't help but looked amazed. The same look of intrigue as the first time you two met, could be seen in your eyes.

As the battle raged on, you found yourself staying at a safe distance, doing your best to provide support without getting in the way of the heroes on the front lines. You kept your focus on your work, knowing that your actions could make a difference in the outcome of the battle. Suddenly, you noticed Dabi. He was fighting fiercely, throwing flames left and right, but he also seemed to be doing something else. Something that caught your attention, something that made your heart skip a beat. Dabi was protecting you.

You couldn't believe it. Why would he do that? Did he really think of you as his friend? You always thought it was more of a one sided feeling, as he always looked bored near you. Though he would always come to meet you, no matter what.

Dabi wasn't attacking you. Actually, he wasn't throwing any attacks in your direction at all. You watched as he subtly redirected his teammates' attacks, hitting them just enough to deflect them away from you. It was as if he was trying to keep you safe without drawing too much attention to himself.

After what felt like an eternity, the battle had finally come to an end. You let out a long sigh of relief, grateful that you and your team had emerged victorious. But even in the midst of your triumph, you couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. The memory of the villain's attack was still fresh in your mind, and you couldn't shake off the feeling that you had been lucky to survive.

As you tried to catch your breath and steady your nerves, you suddenly saw one of the villains getting anxious. It was as if he had lost all hope, and was determined to go down in a blaze of glory. Before you could react, he threw a massive attack, and you found yourself in the direct line of fire.

You froze, unable to move, as the powerful attack headed straight towards you. Your heart was pounding in your chest, and you could feel the fear rising within you. It was as if time had slowed down, and you were trapped in a nightmare from which you couldn't escape.

But then, out of nowhere, Dabi was there. He came running towards you, with a determined look in his eyes. And before you could even comprehend what was happening, he used his body as a shield, placing himself between you and the oncoming attack.

"Are you okay?!?" His panic was evident in his voice, even if he tried to hide it as he looked at you with concern. You couldn't answer, tears forming in your eyes, as you watched the injuries all around his body. It was clear that he had taken the brunt of the explosion, just to protect you.

In that moment, you felt overwhelmed with emotions. Gratitude, respect, awe. You couldn't believe that Dabi had risked his life for you, that he had placed your safety above his own. You felt as if the wind had been knocked out of you , as you struggled to find the words to express how you felt.

Dabi looked at you with concern but still with a fierce look in his eyes, ignoring how everyone else around you was looking at the two of you in great confusion. He was mad at the fact that you had been in danger. Mad at everyone in your team and mad at himself. He stood there silent, in front of you, as if you were the only thing that mattered to him, as if he had forgotten everything else in the world. You wondered what was going through his mind, what he was feeling, what he was thinking. Your throat tightened as you reached out to touch Dabi's injuries, your hand hovering over his wounds.

Dabi's eyes widened, as if coming out of a deep thought. His touch was gentle as he caressed your cheek, his eyes fixed on you with a tenderness that you had never seen before. You felt your heart skip a beat as he turned his body towards you, his face close to yours. For a moment, you forgot about everything else in the world, lost in the warmth of his touch.

"I'm alright, [Name]," he said softly, his voice soothing your nerves. "You don't have to worry about me." His usual smirk came back, trying to make you feel better in his own way. You couldn't help but smile at his attempt to lighten the mood, even though you knew that he was badly injured.

"I guess I should thank you for keeping things interesting, huh? I was getting bored with all the easy fights."

You found yourself nodding with a sad smile, too overwhelmed to speak. You wanted to believe him, to trust that he was okay. But as you looked at him, you could only see his bruises, the cuts and burns on his skin, the pain that he was hiding so well.

Your heart ached with a mixture of emotions - gratitude for his sacrifice, guilt for being the cause of his injuries, fear for what could have happened if he hadn't been there to protect you. You wanted to say something, to express how you felt, but the words refused to come out.

In that moment, all you could do was to look into his eyes, to try to convey your emotions through the intensity of your gaze. You hoped that he could see how much he meant to you, how much his sacrifice had touched your heart. And as you looked at him, you knew one thing for sure - you would never forget what he had done for you.

Dabi, seeing how shaken you still were, took your hand and began to lead you away from the battlefield, ignoring the chaos and the fighting still happening around you. You stumbled along beside him. Finally, you both made it out of the battle zone and into a nearby alleyway. Dabi leaned against a wall, still breathing heavily from the explosion, but he didn't let go of your hand. You looked at him, tears still streaming down your face. He smiled at you, as soft as a terrific villain like him ever could.

"You're safe now," he said, his voice low and comforting, wiping your tears away. You leaned into him, feeling his warmth and strength, and he wrapped his arms around you, holding you close. You felt safe in his embrace, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of longing and affection for him. As you both stood there, wrapped up in each other, you realized that your feelings for Dabi had grown beyond friendship. Despite the fact that he was a villain, you couldn't deny the attraction and connection you felt towards him.

Dabi's eyes were fixed on yours, as if searching for something in the depths of your soul. You could feel his gaze piercing through your defenses, tearing down the walls that you had built around your heart. In that moment, you knew that he felt the same way you did - the same overwhelming mix of emotions that threatened to consume you both.

Without a word, you both leaned in towards each other, closing the distance between your bodies. As you wrapped your arms around him, you felt the rough fabric of his coat against your skin, the heat of his body mingling with yours. You could taste the saltiness of your own tears as they mixed with his lips, the taste of him filling your senses. You wanted to hold onto this moment forever, to never let go.

As the kiss deepened, you felt him pull you even closer, his hands exploring every inch of your body as if he were trying to memorize every curve and line. You could feel his desperation, his desire to hold onto you, even as he knew that he had to let you go.

The kiss was intense, filled with a depth of feeling that you had never experienced before. It was as if time stood still, as if nothing else in the world mattered except for this one perfect moment. But even as you kissed, you both knew that it couldn't last. The reality of your situation hung heavy in the air, like a weight that you couldn't escape.

As you both pulled away, you looked at each other, tears still in your eyes. You could see the pain and longing in Dabi's gaze, the same emotions that you were feeling in your own heart. You shared a small smile, a silent acknowledgement of the pain that you both carried.

You knew that your love was doomed, but for that brief moment, you allowed yourselves to be happy.

Thanks for reading <3

-mercy

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