#dabi x yn

[star-spirit-mayhem]

Waking up with Dabi in between your legs. Your pajama bottoms long discarded on the bedroom floor and the only thing worth focusing on is a warm pleasure that gently coxes you into consciousness as Dabi slowly tongue fucks your pretty hole. He's watching you closely as your eyes blink open and your hand reaches for his hair, pulling a downright sinful moan outta him.

"Pretty little pet, So eager for me. Just relax and let me take care of you doll, wanna make you fall apart around my mouth before we gotta get up for the day- make sure you're walkin' funny so everyone knows how good I make you feel" he sounds so breathless and needy like he's starving for you as he dives back in-between your legs making you gasp and moan as he starts giving your most sensitive spots all the attention he could muster, determined to have you broken and dumb on his tongue before he let you out of his bed.

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Shigaraki, Overhaul and Dabi

with a Pregnant Partner

Shigaraki x GN! pregnant reader; Overhaul x GN! Pregnant reader, Dabi x GN! pregnant reader

Warnings: reader being reckless, fluff, reader is a villain in Shigaraki and Dabi’s part (is that a warning? Idk)

AN: just me being me again 😌💅 living out my hopes and dreams with soft villains

Shigaraki

Shigaraki was a busy man. He was always looking for ways to further his league of villains all while destroying All Might and his stupid protégé, Izuku Midoriya. However, his biggest challenge currently wasn’t his determination to end hero society or even to create a larger foundation for the league but instead, it was keeping his very pregnant partner contained.

“You never let me do anything fun!” You grumbled as Tomura looked at you, completely unfazed by your usual usual temper tantrum. You were six months pregnant and Tomura had learned very early on how little you appreciated his opinion on keeping yourself out of villainy duties, especially since you had become pregnant.

“So you want to give birth in prison YN?” He responds to you as you glare at him, looking around to garner any support from your fellow league memebers.

“Hey don’t look at us Yn, hand man has a point,” Dabi chuckles as Shigaraki ignored his comments, turning back to the house of cards he was currently building.

“YN my dear don’t you think you should prioritize rest especially in your current state?” Mr. Compress interjects as you turn your glare to the magician. You chose to ignore them and go back to the source your current frustration.

“Tomura I’m bored! You can’t keep me locked up in this bar forever!” You whine as Shigaraki sighs. He honestly has no idea what to do with you, and if you meant less to him, he’d probably just kill you but alas, his stupid feelings for you had always gotten in the way.

“Please listen to Tomura Shigaraki YN, he is only looking out for you,” Kurogiri adds as you continue to grumble, folding your arms and stomp your feet. You really were being completely insufferable.

Shigaraki sighed, standing up and resting his head on your shoulder while gently grazing your bump, “YN will you please stop being a brat and listen to us? We- I want you safe and you know what the doctor said. Now please will you stop annoying everyone?”

You rolled your eyes at his confession knowing Tomura meant every word he said. He was rarely affectionate but when he was, you truly knew he cared.

“Ugh fine!” You grumbled as you felt a smirk grow you’re partners face knowing he won, “But the first Nomu attack after I give birth I get to go too!”

Shigaraki chuckled, shaking his head, “whatever you say brat.”

Overhaul

Overhaul opened the door to the bedroom, wanting to do nothing more than to crawl into bed and cuddle with you. He was exhausted, his serum to eliminate quirks was nearly finished and the Shie Hassaiki was ready for phase two of his plan. He opened the door and turned on the bathroom light, looking over to see you sound asleep. Only he wasn’t met with the usual angelic picture of you in slumber, instead he was met with an empty bed. He sighed, leaving your joint room and heading down to the kitchen. His suspicions were confirmed when he noticed the light beaming from below the door.

He slowly opened the door, peering in as he saw you sitting on a stool, eating your current favorite pregnancy craving as you happily hummed away, enjoying every bite.

“Darling, what are you doing?” He asked as you looked up, face beaming with content as you finished your snack.

“Hi Kai! Are you done working? I was waiting for you in bed but then I couldn’t sleep so I figured I’d come and have a snack!” You cheered as Kai came next to you, pulling out a stool and sitting with you.

“Would you like a bite?” You asked.

Overhaul looked at you, a look at disgust on his face at your offer, “YN you know I don’t share food.”

You stare at him, deadpan at his confession as you roll your eyes, “you are aware of how I got pregnant right? So you’re really going to sit there and tell me that you won’t eat a bite of my food?”

Kai chuckled as he stood up, grabbing your empty plate and walking it over to the sink. You stood up, heading over to the sink to wash the dishes as Kai stopped you.

“Let me just do the dishes quick and then we can head to bed ok?”

“Leave them darling, someone will take care of them in the morning,” he said as you gaped at him.

“Who are you and what have you done with my husband!” You mock gasped as Kai rolled his eyes and grabbed your hand.

“You need to rest YN, now let’s go,” he said grabbing your hand as you followed behind him. You sighed knowing how much your husband loved and cared for you.

Dabi

Dabi was use to living life on his own, that was until you weaseled your way in and never left. At first he found you annoying, and to be fair, the annoyance never really did go away. However, he now found himself in a position he never thought he’d be in and that was head over heels for you. At this precise moment, however, he was more ready to kill you than he was to hug and kiss you.

“You idiot what are you doing out so late!?!?” He yelled a question you knew was retorical as he dragged you through the back alleyway of the leagues hideout. He was pissed and you knew it.

“Well you said you were coming back around midnight and when you didn’t, I got hungry and since we didn’t have anything to eat, I decided to go and get something to eat,” you declared as Dabi growled at you, turning on his heels and glaring daggers into you. You knew you were in some major trouble but unfortunately, cravings don’t wait.

“YN you know we have food, I just got food for you earlier today!” He whisper shouted as you stood there.

“Well I didn’t want that food! The baby wanted instant ramen which we didn’t have!” You growled back as your partner groaned, his hands going to his head as he paced around the alley.

“YN you realize that we are both wanted criminals right?” He said as you rolled your eyes at him.

“Are we really? I had no clue!” You mocked as you made your way to the entrance of the league’s headquarters, bag of noddles in hand.

“YN you need to stop acting so reckless! It’s one thing for me to get caught but you? Giving birth in Tartarus wouldn’t be a walk in the park!” He shouted as you headed to the kitchen.

“You act like giving birth anywhere will be a walk in the park,” you chimed, annoyed at your boyfriend as he followed you. Dabi was furious but he knew he had to calm down. This was exactly the way you were and it’s one of the big reasons he loved you so much, despite how stupidly you acted at times.

“YN listen, I’m sorry for yelling but you are literally being the biggest idiot right now,” he relented as you went about making your noodles.

“Yeah but I’m an idiot with ramen now,” you sang, unphased by your partners outburst.

“What the hell am I going to do with you?” He said, sitting down as you turned to him and smiled.

“Love me?” You questioned as an annoyed smirk entered his face.

“You’re lucky I already love you idiot.”

[connor-likes-dogs]

Y/N: God, give me patience.

Dabi: I think you mean 'give me strength', doll.

Y/N: If God gave me strength, you'd be dead.

[dabisqueen]

I’m on my virgin Dabi bullshit again…

I love love love the idea of him just being like, the biggest shit talker. He naturally is just so flirty with you, can act so smooth.

But the moment you call him on his bluff he turns into an awkward teenager almost. Gets all flustered. You think you could make him cum in his pants just from a little making out?

Hehehehe

Oh Kore,

Do you mean something like this?

Your hand trailed down his side, savoring the velvety skin, and without even thinking it slipped underneath the waistband of his boxers. “Wait no- fuck!” his words were cut off as you wrapped your fingers around his hot thick length. You didn’t even hear him cuss, for just the sensation of his hot meat in your hands pushed you over the edge and your body jerked, your hand squeezing his dick tightly. He let out a strangled broken moan, head falling back as his cock jerked and he came, coating your fingers with warm creamy cum.

Excerpt from "Virgin"

Virgin Dabi cumming in his pants kehehehehe...

I love him. He's so adorable. And it's just like you said- he's a shy flustered guy when you get intimate with him...

💙💙💙💙💙

[tenshiblogposts]

The things I like about Endeavor is:

[lovelywetdreamer]

I might be crazy but I just love the thought of Hawks helping YN comes out of their kinky shell by fucking YN in the air in the middle of midnight. The only only person watching you guys is Dabi as he fuck his fist. He wish it was you not his hand. He was going to turn Hawks into fried chicken if he doesn't let him get a turn with you. Hawks made sure to lower you so that Dabi can watch as your eyes roll back to your head. The way Hawk's dick never want to leave the inside of you have Dabi blowing his load all over your face. Dabi licks his cum off your face while Hawk is cumming and thinking about buying your maternity clothes after this. Dabi and Hawk both licks your hole nice and clean for Dabi to mess it up all over again. Thanks to your wonderful friends you became more comfortable with your kinks.

[airanke]

OKAY I'M SORRY I POSTED THIS EARLIER THEN DELETED IT, BECAUSE I THOUGHT I ALREADY POSTED IT ON HERE AND WENT TO FIND IT TO REBLOG IT BUT THEN I COULDN'T FIND IT AND THEN I GOT DISTRACTED ANYWAY HERE HAVE THIS--

Based on this ask that @dabisqueen got like LAST FRIKKIN YEAR and my brain took it and ran with it HAHAHAH (this is my Bloody YN btw - I mean all my YN's will be drawn to look like me but that's besides the point HAHA)

[inkykeiji]

23 n bmb!dabi if it’s not already taken <3

prompt: blue dress series: break my bones (set during the events of part one!) warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, it’s really just dabi committing an act of public indecency and rubbing himself while looking at you, toxic relationship, one use of the word Daddy, very slight noncon words: 1.1k

You look beautiful in everything you wear—could make a fraying burlap potato sack look good if you really wanted to, Dabi’s sure—but if there’s one colour he loves you in more than anything else, it’s blue. 

Blue like the sky, blue like the ocean, blue like his eyes; blue, blue, blue.

Today it’s a sky-blue dress, with a halter tie and a sweetheart neckline, that hugs all the curves and contours of your torso before it flares at the hips, just a little. It’s an unusually warm October day—not that the weather ever dictates your outfits anyway—and you had wanted to spend it outside at a park, savouring the last few wisps of summer before they die and decay into autumn.

And whatever you say goes, now, apparently. 

Since you’re pretty much his boss, now, apparently.

Your little blue dress is short—just an inch or so too short to be considered necessarily decent, though Dabi, pervert that he is, loves that about it, too—rippled hem swishing and swaying as you laugh and prance and twirl, skirt fanning out just enough to give him teasing little sneaks of what’s beneath, scarlet lace that clings so delicately to soft, supple flesh. 

Tomura probably loves you in scarlet lace and straps and satin, but Dabi wonders how you’d look in blue. 

Probably just as gorgeous, he wagers. Maybe even more so. 

“Dabi!” you’re breathing, suddenly in his face, having crawled between his bent knees while he was off daydreaming. His eyes snap back into focus to find you cushioned by his spread thighs, elbows resting on his raised knees and legs tucked beneath yourself, pillowy palms cupping a sparkly stone like it’s precious. “Look at this rock I found!” 

Your sudden touch makes him jump, a jolt of electricity that shocks his blood, though if you notice you do nothing to remedy it, still intently fixated on the dumb rock in your hands, eyes darting from it to his face in anticipation.

“Uh,” he begins unsurely. “Cool?” 

And, oh, how your face absolutely falls at the indifference in his voice, the flatness of his words—uninterested, uncaring. 

“You don’t think it’s pretty?” 

“Not particularly,” Dabi shrugs, confused as to what the big deal is. “It’s just a rock.” 

Your whole body slumps, melting with the last remnants of excitement in your expression—lips tugging downwards into something that threatens to grow into a pout, forehead crunched as your brows push together, a cute, discontented little noise sticking at the back of your throat.

“But it—it has these pretty pink stripes, and look!” your palms tilt one way, then the other, the rock shimmering in the late afternoon sunlight. “It glitters.” 

You say it as if it’s awe-inspiring, as if this discovery is something to be excited about, something significant to take note of. 

“And?” 

Gloom dissolves into fury, elbows slipping from his knees as you cradle the rock to your chest, ice sprouting beneath the spots of warmth you had left behind. 

“You’re not fun, did you know that?”

“Last time I checked, princess, I wasn’t supposed to be fun, I was supposed to be your fucking babysitter.”

It comes out a little harsher than he intends it to, charged with something bitter and acrid, words spit like venom through his teeth. It makes you flinch, a stinging wince, as if his caustic words gnaw through your flesh, and Dabi steels himself against the barely-there pang in his chest; a small, dull ache that he shoves down, snubs out, buries deep behind his ribs and forgets about.

“Well, babysitters can still be fun,” you grumble under your breath, chin tucked into your chest, face scrunched up. “But whatever. Sit here and be no fun by yourself. I’m going to look for more rocks.” 

And then you’re crawling away from him on your hands and knees, gifting him with a full, unadulterated view of your lace-clad ass, unhindered by the linen of your dress, hem having ridden up to your tailbone.

Does Tomura buy all of your clothing one size too small on purpose, or are you really just that much of a whore?

Have you no shame at all? Or are you just so used to being with Tomura that such immodesty is merely second nature to you now, unthinking and automatic, maybe even innate, or ingrained in your consciousness by your sweet Daddy.

He knows he should look away. Any respectable, dignified person would. But Dabi is neither of those. 

He never has been.

It’s really cute, the way the lace molds itself to your folds, outlining your lips and clit and the dip of your hole. It’s probably even cuter when it’s soaked with your slick, sticky and shimmering and darkening the webbed lace.

His cock twitches weakly against denim, and he does nothing to hide it; you’re too absorbed in your rock hunting to notice either way, now belly-down on the grass as meticulous fingers delicately sort through each blade. 

That dress barely covers your ass even when laying flat on the ground, material only just blanketing the swell, the beginnings of your cheeks peeking out from beneath the material, crimson lace bunched and riding up between them.

And, for a moment, Dabi wonders if you’re doing this on purpose, a teasing little punishment to get back at him for being such a fucking asshole to you and insulting your rock discovery. Flaunting the things he can’t have, can’t even touch; except unbeknownst to you, Dabi is more than alright with simply looking. 

It’s enough to have his mind reeling with scenarios, with the thought of pushing your face into the earth—head down, ass up—and filling your mouth with dirt and your cunt with cum; enough to have him daydreaming about rucking that slutty little dress up around your waist and just grinding into your asscheeks, staining dark denim and scarlet lace with thick cream as you cry and whine and beg for him to stop, all while you drench your panties and arch your spine and rub back into him.

It’s enough to have his cock filling with blood, hot and hard and throbbing in his jeans, enough to have him inconspicuously pressing the heel of his palm into his lap to just barely rut against it, dirty and disgusting and entirely depraved. 

There’s no way he’ll cum from this, the tiny action more teasing than anything else, but it’s enough to relieve a bit of the pressure, enough to make him feel as though he’s tainted something precious; a small slice of revenge against his boss for degrading him with such a position.

Later tonight, when he’s laying in bed and listening to the muffled symphony of Tomura fucking you to sleep—a harmony of sweet little mewls and breathy broken moans and high pitched whines—he’ll berate himself for being so fucking stupid, for not snapping a few photos to use at his leisure—a failsafe, a fee, for the work he does for you. 

But for now, this is enough. This will be enough. It has to be.

[holyklover]

This Isn't Happening part 2

Read on Ao3 l Minors and ageless blogs DNI I Read tags

“You gotta aim lower. Her pussy isn't going to be as high as you think it'll be.” he started. And then he laughed. “Since you're a virgin, I can demonstrate first if you want.” Shigaraki sucked in air and made an irritated expression. “No—fuck no—she's mine, stupid. Doesn't matter if I'm a virgin.” Fuck.

This was going to happen.

What was going to happen? A voice deep inside you asked. Were you going to get raped after being catfished? Were they going to torture you? Questions swirled in your head.

Your heart was racing, your hands felt clammy and you didn't feel like any of this was real. You could swear that you were somehow actually floating feet off the bed as you watched the scene in front of you unfold. Dabi had inched his chair closer towards you and Shigaraki in an obnoxious display of perverted voyeurism. He had fully unsheathed his dick and was whacking it lazily against his thigh mumbling to himself; what exactly, you couldn't hear, but his eyes held the same dull gleam of animalistic lust encapsulated in the sapphire eyes of the pasty man hovering above you.

A string of wetness hit your shoulder, the slimy and eerie sensation once again grounding you and forcing you to experience your current reality. You made a symphony of panicked sounds, all of them falling on unsympathetic ears. You felt the warm hardness of Shigaraki's cock against your folds.

“She sounds so cute. So dammed cute...you're so cute,” began Shigaraki, “you're like a little bunny caught in a trap the big scary man set out for you.” Slurp slurp slurp. He was tonguing you all over. “You're a fucking monster—you fucking incel.” finally, you found your voice. Dabi let out thunderous laughter, evidently tickled by your insult to his friend.

“She's got you pegged, Crusty.” he began. “You don't even know the half of it, princess.” You grimaced as you felt a hand collide with with a sharp smack to your ass. Suddenly an onslaught of open handed attacks rained down on the curves of your body, hips, ass, thighs. “Shut up! Shut your fucking whore mouth, fucking bitch.” He pushed your head into the bed in one fluid motion. Won't be able to talk if you can't breathe, right? Wanna keep this up?” You squirmed frantically, bucking against his cock and balls.

Shigaraki was breathlessly rubbing against your body as you did so. “You know what? I don't think I even want this sloven hole of yours,” he bent down and you could feel the heat from his mouth on your ear. “You have my full permission to keep this up." Your bucking against his body like that was is enough for the virgin to get off to.

Pleading silently to Shigaraki, God—whoever would be able to help you. Your heart was threatening to burst out of your chest as the world around you went dark, relaxing into his hold accepting your fate at the hands of these two lunatics.

“Shigaraki. Enough.”

Shigaraki's body went still as he considered Dabi's words. After what felt like infinity, he raised his hand from the back of your skull and you lifted your face greedily sucking up any and every molecule of oxygen you could get down your throat into your scorched lungs. The madman had choked you. You knew they were insane but not like this.

You sensed a calloused digit wipe the fresh tears from your eye and then a rough palm cup your cheek. It was itchy but the softness of the act was evident by the gentle way it caressed and stroked your face. Dabi. At some point he had rose from his chair and was now on his knees on the side of the bed you were sprawled on. He looked at you with half lidded eyes; feral desire intertwined with...sympathy?

“You need to take your punishment like a good girl.” His voice was soft, barely a whisper. Your stomach was in knots. “Can you be a good girl for us? It'll be over that much quicker that way.” You looked at him, chest heaving from the adrenaline that coursed through your body. “Yes,” you choked out. “Yes?” Shigaraki asked. “What are you agreeing to?” “I'll...be a good girl.” You conceded defeat. The sooner this was over with, the better. Shigaraki ran his swollen cock up and down your entrance, coating the warm slick from your pussy onto it.

“How are you going to be a good girl?” your body tensed up, anticipating the intrusion. He prodded at the puffy slit, gradually stretching you in order to ease the resistance out of the tight hole. “Gonna...make you feel good. Both of you.”

[aira-writes]

BNHA Boys as Normal College Students

Pairings: Dabi x Fem! Reader

Genre: one-shots, fluff, humor, crack, college au, sfw, bnha imagines

Warnings: language, suggestive (idk lol?), chaotic (i warned ya)

A/n: I was about to post this together with the first part but didn’t have time to edit it. It’s my first time writing a Dabi one-shot so idk if he’s OOC or not. Hope you like this one!

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Today’s the time that you left school extremely late. You didn’t have a choice since you were the Glee club’s president—your classmates all voted you to be—so you and the other members of the organization had to stay up late and help decorate the gym for the fancy ball event that’ll be held this Friday. It was a bit dark when you left the schoolgrounds with your other members but they had to leave first because they were in a hurry.

         Jiro—your vice president—offered to take you home before she left but you declined since your boyfriend always takes you home, himself. Jiro was reluctant to leave you alone since the sun’s already about to set, but you reassured her that your boyfriend’s coming so she could just go ahead.

         So now, you’re alone in the parking lot as you waited for him. You were worried what’s taking Dabi so long. You even sent him a few chats asking him where he is. And him not being able to reply meant that he must be busy.

         10 more minutes have passed but you kept waiting.

“Want a ride, babe?” an unfamiliar voice spoke behind you which startled you.

         You shook your head as a reply. “No, thanks.”

         “Come on. It’ll be dark soon. Don’t want you alone and scared here all by yourself.” He took a few steps near you. This guy seemed like a junior—so he’s one year older than you. Seeing his face made you realize that he’s one of the members of the football team but you just don’t know his name nor are you even interested to.

         “Thanks, but I think I’ll be fine here on my own.” You forced a smile. You got a feeling that this guy isn’t taking no for an answer and you hated the fact that he’s kinda pushy and won’t leave you alone.

         “You sure?” He took another few steps so he was now a bit nearer than before, which creeped you out.

         “Def sure.”

         “It’ll be wrong of me to leave you here all alone, y’know. So I suggest letting me take you home. I have my car parked right here.”

         “I already said no. I can take care of myself. You can go.” You turned your back away from him as you pulled out your phone to try and contact your boyfriend again.

           “I’m being a good guy here, babe. You sure you don’t want a ride? I don’t bite, I promise—” You really hated pushy guys the most. And the fact that it seems like this guy isn’t going anywhere and keeps advancing towards you is making you feel extremely creeped out. “—well unless you wanted me to.” He chuckled.

         You were about to let out a snarky reply so he could leave you alone when a familiar voice beat you to it.

“The only thing she’ll be riding is me. Now get lost kid.”

 You had your back turned from the owner of the familiar voice but you didn’t miss to sense the scary aura that the voice emitted. It feels like it was laced with poison or something.

           “Oh—uh—Oops, I didn’t know you have a boyfriend. Sorry, I’ll go now.” The creepy guy almost bolted to run as both of you watched him walked towards his car—he even struggled a bit to insert his keys.

         You turned to your boyfriend who now has his free hand resting gently—protectively—on your waist.

         “Sorry I was late, doll. Had to do some errands.” He kissed the side of your head, still looking towards the guy who was now driving off. You didn’t have to be a psychic to sensed that he was giving sharp glares to the creepy guy who kept bothering you earlier. And the fact that the creepy guy almost looked white when he landed one more glance to your direction—was a dead give-away.

         You playfully pinched your boyfriend’s sides that earned a yelp from him. “You skipped school again, didn’t you?”

         “Hey—ow. That hurt.” He chuckled as he leaned away from your pinches, hand still on your waist. “I made sure to perfect the quiz before leaving, doll. So don’t worry.” He gave you a playful wink as you both started walking to where he parked his bike.

         You snorted. Dabi’s one smart student. Yeah, a lot of people would view him as the bad boy because he smokes, has a lotta tattoos, and skips school. His dad being one of the school’s stakeholders, and him perfecting almost all his quizzes and exams are the only thing that’s keeping the dean from kicking him out of the school amidst all of his rule breaks.

         “You still shouldn’t skip school.”

“Yeah, yeah, Mrs. Puff.” He teased.

“And it’s a good thing you didn’t smoke again.” You didn’t get a whiff of cigarette smell on him so he’s in the green. You don’t wanna be a controlling girlfriend but you’re just worried about his health.

Is worrying about your boyfriend’s health a sin?

“I told you, doll. No more cigarettes for me.”

“Don’t abruptly stop it!”

He got confused and chuckled. “You don’t want me to smoke but when I quit smoking you don’t want me to stop it?”

You rolled your eyes. “Don’t stop smoking abruptly or you’d get withdrawal symptoms!”

“Right, Miss nurse. Noted.” He winked for added effect.

You glared at your boyfriend. “And what was that earlier?”

“What do you mean?” He has this amused look in his face again like he always does.

You turned to him and crossed your arms, still walking towards Dabi’s bike. “That ‘the only thing she’ll be riding is me’,” you quoted.

 He chuckled. “Get your head out of the gutter, doll. I meant my bike.” You both stopped walking when you arrived in front of where your boyfriend parked his motorcycle.

“Of course I knew you were referring to the bike!” You whined and he let out another one of his amused chuckles. You felt heat rising to your cheeks and was irritated at the same time because he was again trying to tease you like he always does.

“Don’t even let me get started on that ‘Now get lost, kid’, Dabi.”

He handed you a helmet which you received but was still fuming and embarrassed. “You’re just a year older than him and I’m a year younger than him! Wdym ‘kid’? Then you’re indirectly saying I’m a kid too.” your brows were furrowed.

You knew it was petty to try to start a fight with your boyfriend but the way he was letting out only amused looks and chuckles made your blood boil.

“Stop pouting and get on the bike already, sweetheart.” He grinned.

You grumbled but still got on the bike and wore the helmet that he handed you. “Cute. Now hold on tight—”

“Ta-ta-ta! Not so fast. Where’s your helmet?” you scolded. You hated the fact that he would ride his bike without helmet on. He drives like crazy most of the time—you know that he’s decreasing his speed when you’re riding with him which you think is so thoughtful even when he’d deny it—that’s why you always remind him to have an extra pair of helmet on.

“Left it at home. Don’t worry, I’ll drive slo—”

“We’re definitely not leaving not until you wear a helmet on.”

“Sweetheart—”

“Helmet.”

“I only brought the helmet you’re wearing—”

“Wear this then.” You were about to take the helmet off when he stopped you. “Definitely not.” He shook his head. “—plus it won’t fit me since it’s meant for your tiny head—”

You ignored his teasing. “Then wear the other one. You brought it didn’t you?” You get off the bike to try and search the trunk for the other helmet.

“Nope.” He said, fast as possible which seemed fishy.

“I knew you brought it. Wear it now so we could leave already, Dabi.”

“Babe—”

“Okay then. We’ll just sleep here in the parking lot and—”

He groaned. “You’re so stubborn, sweetheart. Fine, I’ll wear it.” He took out the other helmet from the trunk and wore it. He raised the glass covering his eyes and grumbled. “Happy now?”

 “Yup!” You nodded and giggled, smiling in triumph and got on the bike again as you wrapped your arms around your boyfriend.

He stepped on the engine, and just before he drove off— “You look cute in that hello kitty helmet, baby.” Which earned you a groan from him. And before you even had time to say reply back with a witty remark—he already drove off.

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[dabieater]

dabi, who doesn’t allow himself to be open, straightforward about his deepest feelings, sharing a intimate morning with you. tracing your features as you sleep soundly, cuddled right into his side, his arm wrapped protectively around your waist so you don’t fall off the edge of the bed, and so you stay warm. his gentle finger tips round the skin of your cheek, gliding down to your jaw, then neck and then shoulder before he decides to boldly plant a kiss to the underneath of your (still closed) eye. and he can’t help but think how beautiful you are, especially like this, laying by his side at your most vulnerable.

“oh,” he thinks, “i’m so in love.”

[star-spirit-mayhem]

Cockworming Dabi while his hands are rested on your tummy, he occasionally grinds your hips together just to hear your pretty little whimpers.

"I can feel my cock right here every time you shift your little hips, it's so fuckin' hot doll- shit" He presses his hand a little harder and bucks his hips to further his point and the sound you let out almost makes him cum on the spot.

[mementomoriifics]

Okay but like, we know that the common consensus is that Dabi is good in bed but ✨consider✨:

He hasn’t been hugged or touched in a way that wasn’t meant to hurt him in years. He’s unfamiliar with kind affections. Painfully so.

And then there you are. When you touch him, he subconsciously flinches and it breaks your heart but you know better than to say anything about it.

You do end up getting intimate as the relationship continues and Dabis hands are shaking as he grabs your hips. He lines himself up and in the back of your head you find yourself wondering if he’s a virgin or not.

You don’t get to dwell on that for long because he fills you up so nicely and when he moves its with hesitation but oh it feels so g-

But then, almost a minute in and entirely unexpected , he cums. The unmarred parts of his face are bright red in embarrassment as he looks down at you, seeing the confusion. Hes still in you, very slowly getting soft and he looks like he wants the earth to split below him and swallow him and his shame whole.

You’re quick to reassure him. It happens. Nothing to feel ashamed off. But Dabi thinks otherwise. He pulls out, gets dressed and disappears for a while.

It takes some convincing for you two to get intimate again, Dabi terrified he’ll let you down again. You take your time, take things slow and it drives him mad. He does last a little longer this time and instead of baffled silence, you ask him sweetly if maybe he could use his mouth to get you there.

His head is still swimming with lust but he nods, falls to his knees and does as asked. And what he lacks in stamina, he makes up for with enthusiasm.

[connor-likes-dogs]

Y/N: Why would you think any of this was a good idea?

Dabi: Probably because I'm a dangerous sociopath with a long history of violence.

Y/N: ...

Dabi: I don't know how you keep forgetting this.

[tenshiblogposts]

You: my hands are cold.

Dabi: *hold hands*

You: you know what. My lips are getting cold too.