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Teasing

Touya Todoroki x fem!Reader

(Quirkless AU)

Part 2

Synopsis: Touya's teasing becomes a focal point. As (Y/n) decides to confront Touya's playful banter with indifference, a silent battle of wills ensues. The unexpected shift occurs when Touya is unable to resist his growing feelings

From as far back as Y/n can remember, she has always shared an indescribably close bond with Shoto Todoroki, the young boy living across the street. They were inseparable, always playing together, exploring the neighborhood, and sharing their secrets and stories.

As they grew up, their bond only grew stronger, and they became each other's confidant and support system. Despite their young age, Y/n knew that Shoto was someone she could always rely on, no matter what.

They would talk for hours on end about anything and everything, and their conversations were always filled with laughter and joy. Y/n cherished every moment she spent with Shoto, and she hoped that their friendship would last a lifetime.

(Y/n) shared a close and special relationship with each of his three siblings, Touya, Fuyumi, and Natsuo. During their childhood, the five of them would spend endless hours playing together, creating countless happy memories that they would cherish for a lifetime. They would often engage themselves in various activities, such as playing board games, cycling, and exploring the outdoors, and in doing so, they would share laughter and joy, which brought them closer together.

These joyous moments helped solidify their sibling-like bond, creating a deep, unbreakable connection between them. As they grew older and took different paths in life, they never lost touch with one another and always found ways to maintain the strong bond they had formed in their childhood. Whether it was through weekly phone calls, annual family gatherings, or spontaneous reunions, they always made time for each other and continued to support and love one another through thick and thin.

As the years passed by, the bond between her and Shoto remained strong and unbreakable. However, she found that her connection with his other siblings started to dwindle, except for Touya. He was always there to tease them. Whenever she would go over to her friend's house to hang out, she would usually find Touya answering the door.

As soon as he laid eyes on her, his lips would curl into a sly smile and he would look her up and down before teasingly calling out, "Well, well, well…if it isn't Shoto's girlfriend!". The young woman's expression was one of irritation and annoyance as she raised her eyes to meet the gaze of the white-haired young adult standing before her.

In a firm and somewhat exasperated tone, she spoke up to clarify a point, "He is not my boyfriend and you are well aware of this fact." As he gazed into her eyes, which were of a beautiful (e/c) color, he couldn't help but notice the faint blush on her cheeks. It was a sight that he found incredibly adorable and it always made him feel a sense of amusement.

He always loved toying with her, teasing her with his words and actions, just to see her cute and adorable reactions. In response to her statement, he would simply mutter, as he playfully leaned on the doorframe "Yeah, yeah whatever, Shoto's in his room" as he continued to enjoy the playful banter between them.

As (Y/n) barged into Shoto's room, cheeks flushed with a mix of frustration and her conflicted feelings, she couldn't contain her outburst. "Your brother is a dick," she exclaimed, catching Shoto by surprise. Shoto, ever the calm and collected one, looked at (Y/n) with a mix of curiosity and familiarity. "What did he do this time?" he asked, his tone laced with a hint of amusement.

(Y/n) took a deep breath, her eyes narrowing slightly as she began to explain the latest escapade involving Touya. She recounted how he had teased her relentlessly, a smirk playing on his lips as he pushed all the right buttons to elicit a reaction. Shoto listened attentively, his lips quirking into a small smile at the vivid picture (Y/n) painted of Touya's antics.

As (Y/n) continued her animated recounting, Shoto couldn't help but admire the genuine frustration on her face. He had witnessed his brother's mischievous side more times than he could count, and it seemed that (Y/n) had become his favorite target.

With a subtle nod, he acknowledged (Y/n)'s plight. "Touya does have a way of getting under people's skin," he remarked. "Best you can do is ignore him, that will annoy him more".

As Shoto offered his advice on handling Touya's teasing, (Y/n) took it to heart. Determined to show that she could rise above Touya's attempts to provoke her, she decided to adopt a new approach – complete and utter indifference.

The next time Touya greeted her with his trademark sly smile and teasing remarks, (Y/n) met his gaze with an indifferent expression. Ignoring his comments, she headed straight to Shoto's room without giving Touya the satisfaction of a reaction.

Touya, not used to being ignored by her, couldn't help but find (Y/n)'s newfound nonchalance intriguing. He was accustomed to getting a rise out of her, but (Y/n)'s refusal to engage left him frustrated and amused.

As days turned into weeks, (Y/n) maintained her cool demeanor in the face of Touya's teasing. She became a master of brushing off his comments with a casual flick of her (h/c) hair or a nonchalant glance. The more she ignored him, the more intrigued Touya became. It became a silent battle of wills, with Touya determined to crack her composure and (Y/n) equally determined to prove her resilience.

Behind the scenes, Shoto observed the unfolding dynamics with amusement. He found himself caught between his mischievous older brother and his steadfast best friend, wondering how this silent showdown would ultimately play out.

One afternoon, (Y/n) made her routine visit to Shoto's house, mentally bracing herself for the customary teasing from Touya. With a determined knock on the door, she prepared for another round of banter, expecting the usual smirk and playful comments that had become a part of their interaction.

To her surprise, the door swung open to reveal Touya, his familiar turquoise eyes meeting hers. However, this time, something was different. Instead of the usual teasing remarks, an unreadable expression adorned Touya's face.

Caught off guard by the absence of the expected banter, (Y/n) blinked in confusion. "No witty comment today?" she quipped, trying to break the tension with a light-hearted remark. Touya, still wearing that enigmatic expression, simply shook his head. "Not today," he replied, his voice devoid of the usual teasing tone.

Intrigued by the change in atmosphere, (Y/n) entered the silent house, glancing around for any sign of Shoto. Touya, closing the door behind her, seemed deep in thought. The air felt charged with an unspoken tension, leaving (Y/n) to wonder about the shift in dynamics.

"Okay, seriously, what's going on with you today-" Before (Y/n) could further inquire, Touya took a step closer, closing the distance between them. The turquoise eyes that were usually filled with mischief now held a depth she hadn't seen before. Without saying a word his hands gently found their place on either side of (Y/n)'s face, pinning her against the wall.

Caught off guard, (Y/n)'s heart raced, her (e/c) eyes widening in surprise. "What changed?" Touya finally spoke, his voice low and tinged with a hint of vulnerability. The air between them crackled with unspoken tension as his thumb traced a gentle line across her cheek. Her (e/c) eyes searched Touya's turquoise gaze for answers.

"I-I don't know what you mean." His eyes bore into hers, his gaze unwavering. "You used to react so vividly to my teasing. But lately, it's like you're seeing a different side of me," he murmured, his breath warm against her ear.

The room seemed to shrink as (Y/n) processed Touya's words, her mind racing to make sense of the unspoken tension between them. The realization dawned on her that, perhaps, there was more to their dynamic than playful banter.

"I miss that adorable reaction of yours," Touya admitted in a whisper, his lips grazing her ear. "Tell me, (Y/n), what changed?" (Y/n) felt a swirl of conflicting emotions – surprise, curiosity, and a newfound awareness of the complexities beneath the surface of their friendship. She met Touya's intense gaze, unsure of how to respond to the unspoken confession that hung in the air.

As the two stood there, locked in a moment charged with unspoken feelings, the familiar sound of Shoto's footsteps approached. The spell broke, and Touya stepped back, leaving (Y/n) to grapple with the unexpected turn of events.

"Am I interrupting something?" Shoto asked, a touch of concern in his voice.

Touya, ever the master of composure, offered a casual smirk. "Just having a heart-to-heart with your girlfriend here. You know, the usual stuff." (Y/n), grateful for the diversion, managed a faint smile. "Yeah, just a typical bantering," she added, attempting to diffuse the tension.

Shoto's perceptive nature didn't go unnoticed by (Y/n) as he raised an eyebrow, silently acknowledging the undercurrents in the room. Opting not to pry further, he smoothly changed the subject, extending an invitation to (Y/n) for a night out.

"Hey, (Y/n), there's a classmate of mine hosting a party tonight for his birthday. Would you like to come?" Shoto asked, his demeanor casual but his mismatched eyes betraying a hint of curiosity.

(Y/n), eager for a change of atmosphere and a distraction from the unspoken tension, readily agreed. "Sure, sounds like fun! I could use a night out."

As they discussed the details of the party, Touya, who had been observing the exchange with keen interest, couldn't hide his displeasure. The subtle shift in dynamics hadn't escaped his notice, and the idea of (Y/n) spending time with Shoto and not him seemed to irk him.

"Well, well, aren't we making plans without me?" Touya interjected, a teasing smirk playing on his lips, though his eyes betrayed a hint of genuine annoyance. "Won't you invite your dear big brother?"

Shoto, maintaining his composure, raised an eyebrow. "No," he replied succinctly, his response leaving little room for negotiation.

Touya's smirk faltered for a moment, a mixture of surprise and amusement crossing his face. "Oh, come on, Shoto. Don't be so cold. I promise I'll behave," he added with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

(Y/n), caught in the middle of the brotherly banter, couldn't help but hide a smile. She knew Shoto's straightforward nature, and it always amused her how he could shut down Touya's attempts at manipulation with a simple "no."

"Sorry, Touya, maybe next time," Shoto said, the corners of his lips twitching in a small smirk.

The neon lights of the club flickered as (Y/n) and Shoto entered, the pulsating beat of the music resonating through the air. Shoto's friends, a lively group from his class, waved them over to join the excitement on the dance floor.

As (Y/n) and Shoto approached the group, they were enveloped in the vibrant atmosphere of the club. Laughter, music, and the energetic chatter of the crowd surrounded them. The night promised to be a memorable one, filled with dancing and camaraderie.

(Y/n) couldn't deny that the night at the club was exhilarating. The pulsating music, the vibrant lights, and the laughter of Shoto's friends had created an atmosphere of joy and carefree enjoyment. However, despite the lively ambiance, the earlier encounter with Touya lingered in her mind like a shadow.

Unbeknownst to her, Touya, unable to resist the nagging fear of (Y/n) spending time with Shoto's friends, discreetly followed them into the club. In the shadows, he watched from a distance, his eyes fixated on (Y/n) blending into the crowd. The sight of (Y/n) in that dress ignited a fire within him, awakening a passion that he had been struggling to contain. His overprotective instincts and lingering jealousy drove him to keep a watchful eye on the unfolding events.

As (Y/n) danced and moved with the rhythm of the music, the dress showcased her confidence and allure. The vibrant lights of the club played over the contours of her figure, making her a captivating presence on the dance floor. The short length of the dress revealed her legs, adding to the overall impact of her alluring appearance.

Unable to bear the thought of (Y/n) having fun with those brats, Touya struggled with conflicting emotions. In a moment of impulsiveness, he decided to approach her in secret, his movements careful to avoid detection.

As the music thumped and the crowd danced around them, Touya discreetly slipped through the crowd, finally catching up to (Y/n). His hands landed on her body, the touch unexpected and sending a jolt through her.

Startled, (Y/n) turned around, only to find herself face to face with Touya, his expression a mix of intensity and vulnerability. "Touya?" she exclaimed, the loud music drowning out her words.

Unable to contain his turbulent emotions, grabbed (Y/n) by the arm and guided her toward the bathroom, the urgency of the moment propelling them into a realm of shadows and whispers.

Once inside, the dimly lit bathroom offered a brief reprieve from the pulsating energy of the club. Touya closed the door behind the stall, creating a cocoon of semi-privacy. (Y/n), still caught off guard by the unexpected turn of events, tried to process the situation. "Touya, what's going on?" she asked, her voice a mixture of confusion and concern.

Touya, his grip on her arm loosening slightly, hesitated for a moment. The intensity in his eyes wavered between vulnerability and a desperate longing. "I couldn't stand the thought of you being with them," he confessed, his words laced with a mix of frustration and yearning.

(Y/n)'s brows furrowed as she attempted to understand the turmoil in Touya's eyes. "Touya, we need to talk about this. You can't just—"

Before she could finish her sentence, Touya, unable to hold back any longer, closed the distance between them. Leaning in, he captured her lips in a fervent kiss, the intensity of the moment taking them both by surprise.

For a moment, the chaotic world outside the bathroom stall faded away, leaving only the muffled sounds of the club and the shared breaths between Touya and (Y/n). The kiss, born from a whirlwind of emotions, carried a weight that spoke of unspoken desires and the complexities of their relationships.

As the kiss lingered, (Y/n) felt a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. The intensity of Touya's actions sparked a flicker of response within her, but her mind raced with the implications of what was happening. Breaking away, she gasped for breath, her eyes searching Touya's for answers.

"Touya, we can't just—"

Before she could finish, the bathroom door creaked open, a stream of light pouring in, and Shoto's voice cut through the hazy atmosphere. "Hey, (Y/n), are you okay? I've been looking for you."

(Y/n)'s heart raced at the unexpected intrusion, and she quickly composed herself, attempting to hide the fact that she was with Touya inside the stall. "Yeah, I'm fine, just needed a moment," she replied, her voice betraying a hint of unease.

Touya, however, seemed unfazed by the interruption. Instead of pulling away, he continued leaving a trail of kisses along (Y/n)'s delicate neck. His actions were both bold and unapologetic, as if daring the world to challenge the boundaries he was breaking.

Shoto, growing increasingly worried, pushed the bathroom door open wider. "Seriously, what's going on in there? Is everything alright?"

(Y/n), attempting to maintain composure, replied with forced casualness, "Yeah, Shoto, I'm just fixing my makeup. We'll be out in a minute."

Touya, with a subtle smirk against (Y/n)'s neck, continued his intimate gestures, leaving her torn between the thrill of the moment and the awareness of Shoto just outside the stall.

Shoto, unconvinced but choosing not to press further, sighed. "Alright, take your time. Just wanted to make sure you're okay."

As the door closed, (Y/n) felt a mix of relief and apprehension. The bathroom stall became a temporary sanctuary for a secret affair, a clandestine moment born from years of unspoken feelings.

"Touya, we need to stop," she whispered, her words a delicate plea. "Shoto's right outside."

Touya, undeterred, lifted his head from her neck, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "I don't care. I've waited too long for this," he murmured, his breath warm against her ear.

Despite her attempts to resist, (Y/n) couldn't deny the surge of emotions that Touya's actions ignited within her. The lines between desire and the complexities of their relationships blurred in the dimly lit confines of the stall.

"You know, we could have a little fun right here, right now," he suggested, his tone playful yet laced with desire.

(Y/n), torn between the intensity of the moment and the awareness of Shoto just outside the stall, managed to gather her thoughts. "Touya, we can't. Shoto is waiting right outside," she insisted, her voice a hushed plea.

Touya, undeterred and grinning mischievously, leaned in, brushing his lips against her ear. "Well, my dear, we'll just have to save the fun for later. How about you leave the stall, tell Shoto you're not feeling well, and make your way to my place? I won't keep you waiting for too long."

(Y/n) hesitated for a moment, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. The idea of leaving the club and rendezvousing with Touya ignited a mix of excitement and nervousness. With a final lingering kiss on her lips, Touya encouraged her, "Go on. I'll be right behind you."

Summoning her best attempt at composure, (Y/n) left the bathroom stall and approached Shoto, who was waiting with a concerned expression. "Hey, (Y/n), are you okay?" he asked.

She offered a weak smile, feigning discomfort. "I'm not feeling too well. I think I need some fresh air. I might head home. You stay and enjoy the party, Shoto."

Shoto's concern deepened, but he nodded understandingly. "Alright, (Y/n), take care of yourself. Let me know if you need anything."

As (Y/n) made her way out of the club, Touya followed at a discreet distance. She headed to his house and waited by the backdoor, the anticipation building with every passing moment.

When Touya finally arrived, he caught her off guard. "What took you so long" she asked a small blush lingering on her cheeks. With a smirk, noticing the effect he once more has on her he responds "I had to make sure Shoto wasn't suspicious" signaling her to enter his room.

Before going in, (Y/n) asked "Are you sure about this?" her eyes searching his for reassurance. Touya, with a teasing smile, responded, "I've never been more sure about anything in my entire life."

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queenof-curses · 1 year

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Touya Todoroki (Dabi): Sweet Revenge

Touya's back. And he wants revenge.

Shoto doesn't deserve you- and he's here to make sure you know it.

Minors DNI! Jealousy, angst, yandere Touya/Dabi, Explicit Sex, Breeding, dubcon, tears, begging, & ANGST, ANGST, ANGST

Touya Todoroki x Fem!Reader

wc: 4.3k

Masterlist | More My Hero Academia

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He watched you sit at the Todoroki dinner table, laughing while leaning in close to Shoto, whispering words into his ear that made the shy boy blush.

Dabi was disgusted at the image.

He stood across the street from the Todoroki household, no one detected that he was there. But there he sat, concealed and quiet as he watched you fit in with the hero family like he never could. It made him sick -- watching Shoto tenderly rest his hand high on your thigh…

That should be him- successful and powerful, gifted with a quirk that his body was adapted to. Shoto had it all… a strong quirk, a supportive group of friends, money from his hero work under Endeavor… even a beautiful fiance, you.

He scoffed with envy as he watched you blush under Shoto’s hand- that should be him making you flustered. It should be him marrying you… after all, you were his friend first.

That is, before you and the rest of his family thought him to be dead.

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It was years ago when you were in grade school. Only three years younger than him, he found you crying in the playground after school one day. He asked what had happened, and when he found your bullies… Well, let’s just say they never bothered you again.

From then on the two of you were inseparable. You spent a lot of time with one another, from walking to school together to playing on the weekends at the park. Your bond was close and strong. That was until Dabi’s quirk manifested. You watched him struggle and suffer around it, burning him with each and every use.

It broke your heart, and one day it finally made you snap.

“I can’t keep seeing you do this to yourself!” you screamed at him. “You need to stop Touya, it’s going to kill you, please…” You begged him with tears in your eyes, hoping he’d realize how much this was destroying him.

You sobbed as you stared at him; charred hands and bright blue eyes stared back.

“I can’t… I have to be the strongest… You don’t understand!” He screamed back at you, just as bleary eyed. “You don’t know what it’s like because your parents aren’t even heroes anymore- they’re losers!!”

You couldn’t believe his words… they hurt, were said out of anger. Touya knew that your parents were forced to retire from the hero business early- they were hurt badly and left with little use of their quirks. It was only years later did you finally understand Touya’s anger and frustration.

But still, you couldn’t help your next words as you threw them in his face. “I never want to see you again Touya!” You ran away, not looking back at the face of regret.

That was the same night Touya went to the mountains and never came back.

It broke your heart when you realized what had happened- you went back to the Todoroki household the next day to apologize, only to find Shoto at the door, eyes rimmed red from crying.

That was when he told you what had happened. Your world fell apart… you didn’t laugh anymore, barely ate… only followed the pattern of everyday life. It was like you were a statue.

Slowly though, Shoto was there for you and you for him. You helped each other through the worst of what had happened. As the years passed, you became good friends. From there, you grew up together through adulthood and one day Shoto finally confessed his feelings for you.

You were over the moon, agreeing to his proposal almost immediately. The two of you had been through thick and thin, your support for each other was endless and you would always be by his side. Each time you looked at Shoto, you saw his kindness shine through, and you couldn’t wait to spend the rest of your life with him.

So here you sat, comfortable with the Todoroki family enjoying a family dinner before Shoto’s patrol shift. It was a lovely meal, you and Rei have gotten close during the years so you helped her prepare it.

However, when you feel Shoto place his hand on your thigh…

Well, let’s just say you couldn’t wait for him to come home later that night.

After dinner you and Shoto went your separate ways- him out to his patrol shift in the city, and you back to your shared apartment, awaiting the moment he walked through that door.

The thought of being intimate with Shoto made you eager, you could barely get ready for bed that night knowing he’d be home in the early hours just before dawn. You chose your favorite pink slip to wear, the white lace edges tickling the tops of your thighs as you pulled the covers down the bed.

You opted for no underwear- wanting to leave no barrier for your future husband. Laying down for the night, you smile… drifting to sleep with dirty thoughts in your mind.

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How dare she, he thought.

The little pink nightie shouldn’t be wasted on Shoto- he wouldn’t appreciate you for the diamond you were. You belonged to him… you were meant for him, not his bratty baby brother.

Dabi had followed you back to your apartment. Of course he knew where you lived- he even had a little hiding spot on the rooftop of the next building. Here he spent hours watching you…

Watching you wait for Shoto to come home like a good little housewife. Watching you cook him meals and pamper him with praise. He saw your every move.

He’s watched you for a long time… but tonight? Tonight was too much. He admits to himself that he shouldn’t have followed you to the Todoroki household, but your pull on him was just too strong. And watching Shoto place his hand on your leg? It was too much, it made it all too real...

It was close to your wedding date, and seeing you tonight with Shoto’s hand clasped on your thigh, possessive and confident that you were his? Dabi wasn’t going to allow it any longer.

No… you were his, and tonight, you were about to find out just who exactly you belonged to.

He waited until he was confident that you were asleep as he hopped down from his place in the building next door. By maneuvering through the fire escapes he was able to easily land on your balcony.

Dabi watched you through the glass, seeing your soft chest rise and fall with each breath you took. He saw your nipples- hardened from the cool night air as they poked through the satin fabric of your slip.

Oh, you were definitely his tonight. And in this moment, Dabi decided that you were going to remember this night for the rest of your life.

Opening the glass door (you should really keep that shit locked), he effortlessly walks into your bedroom, shutting the door behind him with a loud thunk.

The noise startles you- immediately shooting up the bed and searching for the noise. As you rub the sleep from your eyes- you see a tall figure backlit by the moonlight sky behind him.

“Sho? Is that you?” you ask.

Dabi smiles, mean with intent as he answers your question. “Not a chance, Princess…”

You panic- not recognizing the deep voice of the man that just said those words. He moves before you could get off the bed- a scream threatening to rip through your throat. But he was quick, slamming a hand over your mouth before you could even get the breath in.

A smokey smell filled your nose, it was almost blinding as the man filled your senses with scents of cigarettes and cedar. You try to fight, but he easily overpowers you, covering you with his body and pining you beneath him.

He made his way between your legs, laying on top of you and waiting for your fight to die out as you struggled against him. The man leans down to level with your face, looking deep into your eyes and whispering your name. He talks you down and through your anger- finally feeling your body go limp with exhaustion after just a few minutes. He could clearly see your confusion as he whispered your name.

“Now I’m going to let go, Princess… and you’re not going to scream. If you do…” he lifts his other hand, igniting his burnt palm in a bright blue flame. “Well, if you do…you’re not going to like the results.”

The flashy show of his quirk was enough to scare you into silence, and you nod your head in agreement. Slowly, he removes his charred palm from your mouth.

With tears in your eyes, you dare ask him “H-How do you know my name?”

A grin breaks out across the man’s face, flashing his white teeth and stretching the scars on his skin… it makes your stomach drop as you feel the malicious intent behind his cheshire smile.

“Princess… how could I ever forget the only person I’ve ever saved?”

He reaches down to caress the side of your face. Softly, his thumb brushes against your cheek as you look up at him dumbfounded.

You thought and thought about who this man could be… It was only until you saw the dim night sky bring in enough light to flash against his eyes.

They were bright blue.

The only blue you could ever recognize… the same crystal blue eyes of your dead childhood friend. At least, that’s what you thought… your stomach drops at the realization.

“T...Touya?”

His smile broke out across his face and that’s when you noticed the staples. They lined his smile, snaking its way down his purple, scarred skin and disappearing under his white t-shirt.

Burns- you realize. The kind caused by his own quirk.

“Is it really you, Touya?”

“In the flesh, Princess…”

He laughed then, a throaty sound that filled your ears with both confusion and dread. It was more like a cackle coming from him. You weren’t able to get a single word in as he leaned down and pushed his lips to yours.

Your hands came up to his shoulders as you attempted to push him off of you, your panic obvious as you cried out into the kiss.

Dabi wasn’t having it- annoyed at your sorry excuse for fighting as he grabs your wrists and hoists them over your head. His strong legs come between your own as he pushes your knees far apart, accommodating his tall and lean figure.

Releasing your lips, he grins wide as he looks down at you. “You’re fucking mine- you’ve always been mine- and you’ll always be mine.”

You felt it then- the burning sensation on your wrists.

You kick and scream against him as you feel his quirk activate against your wrists- the pain searing as he branded your arms with his power.

His manic laugh fills the room, overpowering your screams as he enjoys dishing out your punishment for being with Shoto.

“Don’t think that my pathetic little brother deserves you- I’m about to show you just how much you’re missing.”

He holds you down by your charred wrists, bringing his face back down your lips. His heated mouth meets yours with passion and fervor, he forces himself into your mouth, his tongue playing with your own as you cry out into the kiss.

Your lower body struggles against the weight of his, attempting to buck and kick out at him, but it was no use. Touya had you trapped- and you were his for the taking.

He releases your mouth for a moment, looking down at your pathetic form beneath him. Sobs raked through your body, exhaustion from fighting him off setting in. It pangs a part of his heart- the only part of his soul that had feelings left for you.

A hand comes back to your cheek, and you flinch as he places it on your face to wipe away your tears.

“Shhh Princess… I don’t want to do this, but you just make me so crazy.”

He pushes his lips against yours again, holding your wrists with one hand while the other pulls your breasts free from your slip.

Your nipples meet the cool air of the night as his hand massages your tits, using his fingers to pinch at the hardened buds. It fucking hurt… but at the same time, the bites of pain sent shivers down your spine.

You could feel the way he pressed his clothed erection against your bare pussy.

“Nnnggh! No!!” you cry out as you feel him grind on you.

“No? No, what Princess? No- don’t fuck you? No- don’t make you cum? Look at you!” He tells you, blue eyes blown wide as he admires your cunt. “You’re fucking dripping for me already, you dirty little whore.”

As much as you hated his words, they were true… You felt the way his bulge dragged through your glistening folds with ease. You were insanely wet – even after being burned. You didn’t want to feel like this, Shoto was never this rough with you- but you had to tell yourself that the only reason you felt heated like this was because you went to bed with thoughts of your fiance in mind.

“Shoto could never do what I can… just wait and see my little slut.” He told you as if reading your mind.

He reaches between your bodies, his coarse fingers easily finding their way to your wet folds. Gathering your juices, he brings his fingers up towards your clit and rubs them against your bud.

“Ooo.. no!” You cry out, but your body betrays you by bucking further into his hand.

“That’s it Princess… let me make you cum.” He sneers.

Releasing his hold on your wrists, he tells you to stay still as he sinks two fingers into your waiting cunt. He buries his digits deep, massaging your inner walls and brushing against your g-spot.

As you grind your hips against his hands, you begin to lose your mind to the pleasure as he drives you towards bliss.

“Fuck- you’re so fucking cute, that’s right cum on my fucking hand.” He tells you, finger fucking you fast and hard.

He curls his fingers into you, running against your deepest spots. He matches the speed of the fingers on your clit with the way he drives his other digits into you. It drove you mad, squinting your eyes shut as you’ve never been brought so close to orgasm this fast in your life.

“T-Touya… I-” You couldn’t get the words out as he played with your body.

He pumped his fingers faster, alternating between rubbing circles and pinching your little hardened clit. The pain and pleasure melted together, and soon enough you forgot your entire situation.

You forgot about your wrists, the fact that Touya was still alive, and that he broke into your apartment for revenge.

All because you were engaged to Shoto.

“Focus on me Princess..” he demands of you, his tone slightly annoyed. “Watch me make you cum over and over again.”

He maneuvers his body, taking his fingers from your clit and making you groan out in frustration. It made him smile at your slight irritation, but he knew you would soon regret it.

Now holding himself up with one hand, he used the other in your cunt to finger-fuck you to finish. The squelching sounds of your sopping cunt mixed with your moans as you squeezed his hand tight.

He slammed his fingers into you, roughly fucking you with his hand. You could feel everything- each slap of his palm against your swollen clit, the way the staples of his hand bit your soft skin, and each fingertip dragging against your tight heat.

“Touya… I- I’m gonna!”

He laughs, cutting you off as he watches you cum hard. You squirt onto his hand- covering your bed and his pants with yourself. He sees the way your eyes roll back as your pussy sucks him in for more.

You attempt to put your hand on his wrist, mumbling words of “No more- ‘is too sensitive…”

But he wasn’t having it.

“Oh come on Princess.. Give me another!” He bellows.

Dabi doesn’t slow his pace, keeping his speed and strength as he fingers the soul from your body. It wasn’t but a few moments before he felt another wave of wetness coat his wrists. He reaches out with his free hand- gripping you by the throat as you mumbled and begged him to stop.

“I-unghhh!” you cry, muffled by the way he cuts off your airway.

“One more… one more baby, you can do it- give it to me” he tells you.

You can only feel at this point, your other senses cut off from the world as Touya’s hand around your throat and in your cunt drive you mad with pleasure.

Once he feels your third orgasm hit you, does he release your throat.

You gasp for breath as tears spring free from your eyes. “Fuuuuckk!!!” you cry, sitting up as his fingers bury themselves into your cunt. “Fuck fuck fuck… T-Touya….!”

His name on your tongue sent him into a frenzy. Hearing the way you screamed his name as you came was something he never thought he’d get to hear in this lifetime. It was like music to his ears as he curled his digits into your heat.

Letting you just barely come down from your high, he removes his touch from your body. Watching you fall back into the destroyed sheets, he takes a moment to stand up and remove his clothes.

You were too fucked out to notice, of course. The exhaustion of cumming so much in mere minutes is enough to make you collapse.

He watched you with a smile on his face, eager to enjoy your fucked out state even more.

It wasn’t until he was completely naked and back on the bed did you realize what he intended.

“T-Touya… no…” you whimpered as he moved your body.

Your fight was still weak. He inwardly smiled as he knew you were faking being so weak. He knew you wanted this – would even grow to crave this.

After all, no one could fuck you like he can.

“Hush Princess,” he tells you as he maneuvers you onto your knees.

The upper half of your body was down on the bed, your weakened wrists unable to hold yourself up in a doggy position. This wasn’t something Dabi disliked, though.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he tells you as his hands massage the fat of your ass.

Your lower body was high in the air- and as he pressed against your lower back, you automatically arched into his touch.

He smiled at that detail… it was like you were already a trained bitch.

“Such a dirty girl…” he calls you.

You can feel him rub his shaft through your soaked folds, running the tip of his cock through your juices before bringing it towards your entrance.

“Uhnngh…” is all you could really say, words lost as you accepted what was about to happen.

Slowly, Touya pressed his shaft into you.

You moaned into the bed as he stretched you wide open over his cock. He was huge- his girth impressive as was his length. Inch by inch he sank himself deeper into you until his front met your back.

“Fuuuck-” he growls, your heat sucked him in deep. “You’re so fucking tight Princess… I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk straight.”

“Ngh- nooo…” you cried, attempting to reach back and push against his abs. “Touya- please…”

“Tch-” he was actually annoyed now- swatting your hand away and bucking his hips into you instead.

The action made a moan slip from your lips. He knew you enjoyed this deep down, he planned to keep going and keep his promise. Gripping your hips tight, he pulled out of you slowly only to slam back inside.

Your body was pushed forward, each thrust he gave you threatening to send you flying up the bed. He pounded into you from behind, rocking the headboard against the wall of your apartment.

“Don’t even think about it- can you hear that Princess? Hear the way your cunt sucks me in… you’re such a dirty little slut, making me feel like this.” He spats at you.

“Mm.. Fuck… Touya- I-... I-”

“What is it Princess?” He fucks you rough, his fingers squeezing your ass hard and no doubt leaving bruises in the shape of his hands.

“I- I’m sorry! I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry!” You cry the words over and over again, your tears falling and being soaked up by the bedding.

“Well, It’s too late for that.” He tells you, venom lacing his voice.

He continues his onslaught on you, angling his hips downward to brush against your sweet spot.

“Fuuuuck!” you cry out- that place was so sensitive and tender from his abuse earlier. It doesn’t stop him though from pounding against it, pushing you over yet again.

You cream around his cock- screaming his name as you finish with his shaft still inside you.

“Shit-” he bites out, the feeling of your pussy tight as he looks down at your entrance.

Touya was mesmerized by the sight- seeing the way his shaft disappeared into the tightest little pussy he’s ever had. Your squirt was creamy, coating his cock completely and leaving a ring of pleasure at the base of his shaft.

He was absolutely hypnotized- watching the way your hole twitched as he thrusted into you.

“Fuck- Fuck fuck FUCK,” he groans… It was too much – you were too much – and he was hooked.

You were fucked out of your mind, overwhelmed with pleasure as you attempted to crawl away form his onslaught.

Dabi didn’t like that, though. He hiked his leg up, bringing his foot and resting it against your cheek. The action forced your lower body even higher in the air as he held you in place for his thrusts.

You could barely breathe as his foot pushed your face deep into the wet sheets, his grip hot on your hips as he slammed into you over and over again. Each thrust brought the kiss of his heavy balls against your swollen clit- you can hear the way his skin slapped against yours in a sex-crazed frenzy.

“Ngh- Touuyaaaa” you moaned, the sound muffled by his foot.

“Fuck- I’m gonna cum Princess… you’re too good, such a little tight slut for me…” he moans out, losing himself into you.

“Nooooo…! No!” you attempt at getting away again, not wanting him to finish inside of you. “No! Not inside!” you scream.

“Gahh- Fuck!” he says, loving that your fight has returned. It was no use though, Dabi pounded his cock into your tight cunt, driving himself as deep as he could go. His tip kissed your cervix with each thrust, sending your eyes back as you cried for help.

It made him laugh. Your sorry attempts were no use- he was going to fill you up completely.

“Ahh Princess… You can scream, but no ones going to help you. You’re mine.” He says as he drives himself into you.

His movements begin to get sloppy, the force of his hips getting lighter as he nears his end. “Fuck- you better get away Princess!” he laughs at you, his cackle manic as he watches you scratch and claw at your bed sheets.

“That’s right- fight back baby… You don’t want me to cum inside of you? The way you’re squeezing me tells me otherwise. Ah- fuck!”

With one final thrust of his hips, Dabi stills completely inside of you. The tip of his cock invades your womb as he releases thick, hot ropes of seed into your little cunt. He fills you from the inside out, his shaft twitching as he breeds your body.

“Uhngh- no… please…” Your body shook with sobs as you accepted what was happening. You felt so full and small underneath him, with his cock buried deep inside of you and the heat of his cum burning your body as if it were liquid fire.

“Shhh Princess…”

You listened to him act like he cared, but little did you know that deep down he hated seeing you so unhappy. You would learn to love this, eventually your mind would catch up and see how much your body enjoyed it.

After a few moments, he pulls himself out of you. He takes his foot off your head but keeps his hands glued to your hips to watch your greedy hole.

You can hear his grunts of satisfaction as he watched your swollen pussy drip with his release. It pools onto the bed below your body, mixing with the wetness of the many times you came tonight. Turning around, you watched as he began to put his clothes back on.

He kept his heated gaze on you- your eyes locking as he pulled the shirt over his head and stepped into his pants. It was silent as you processed the events of the night.

Hate simmered in your eyes as Touya put his shoes on, turning to leave just as he arrived. Before closing the balcony door behind him, he turns and looks at you.

“You’re going to fuck Shoto when he gets home… And just know that in 9 months, the kid that’s going to pop out is mine…”

His cold laugh sent chills through your entire being- watching him cackle with resentment in your eyes. You were silent as he turned to leave, thinking of the villain he’s truly become.

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honeeslust · 6 months

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🖤 Guyyyyys… she’s thinking about Dabi again.

He’s the type who’s unbothered by your little outsburts. He’ll look you dead in your face as you cursed him out, completely unfazed. Why??? Because when drags you to his car, snatching you by the hair making sure he’s got your attention, he’s not Touya, he’s Dabi. He puts you on your knees making a show of his power over you. You slut yourself out to him, taking him in your hands and stroking the stiff mouthwatering inches as you squat behind the cover of his car door. You know he’ll forgive you eventually tho. As long as you keep looking up at him while he’s got your ponytail/s in hand, rudely fucking your mouth exactly how he likes. All that mouth for what girl? You wanted to taste this dick huh. He’d taunt you but don’t answer him and he’s yanking that bitch back, “ can’t hear you sweet heart.” To which you’d just be a garbling mess with tears running down the sides of your face. 😌

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dabislittlemouse · 1 year

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what if you confessed to dabi first?

─ ⊹ ⊱ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 ⊰ ⊹ ─

“𝑨𝒏 𝒆𝒙𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔, 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒆𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔, 𝒅𝒂𝒚𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏. 𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝑫𝒂𝒃𝒊, 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒊𝒕. 𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒐 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉.. 𝒊𝒕 𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒔..”

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Word count: 5.2k

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Contains: Dabi x fem!reader, complicated feelings, angst with happy ending, slight of injuries

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ A/N: The picture above is taken by me. The handwriting is mine. It was a love letter I had written for Dabi when I was on my feelings.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Recommended song: Lana Del Rey- Blue Jeans

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Tags: @shadowsandshapes @ko-konutty @shotos-rose @holydayaria @vicesthings

Reblogs would be appreciated!

You couldn’t exactly remember the moment when, or how you ended up in this situation, where your mind was so empty and your heart was so full it didn’t even feel yours anymore, but his. Though here you were. You had fallen hard for your raven haired comrade with those piercing blue eyes, as intense as those threatening flames licking his fingertips and ready to take down everything without mercy. Just the way his eyes took your soul away without mercy as well, made it his forever, turned your brain mush to the point he was the only thought in your mind. And the worst of it, he didn’t do this on purpose, at all. As far as you noticed, you were the fool in here, getting so obsessed with him to the point it drained you from the inside, so madly in love you couldn’t understand why.

Maybe it was the way the sound of his voice gave you butterflies on your stomach, the uniqueness and attractiveness of the way he looked and dressed up, the smug smirk on his face and the teasing tone in his voice, the way he was the quietest among them all but the silence he held weighted a lot. A man of mysteries, a man with eyes that held many stories and pain behind them which you were dying to figure out. Maybe you were attracted to the unknown, but you knew it wasn’t just simple curiosity. Without him knowing, he had become your comfort person, staying with him in silence as you smoked on the balcony was what made you truly happy. Many unspoken words and overwhelming thoughts would suddenly disappear when you two stayed in the presence of each other. And without him knowing, he’d become the reason you were slowly going crazy. How did you even end up like this? You hated yourself for feeling this way, because you were more than sure that if the moment came to sacrifice someone, you’d sacrifice yourself for him. Die for him. You’d be more than ready to do so.

You loved his little praises whenever you did good on missions.

“Good girl”, “You did a great job” , “Well done”, “That’s it”.

Fuck, you were deep in this. The way you’d constantly ask him if there’s anything he needed, the way you’d follow him like a puppy on missions, ready to obey and follow his orders. He was the leader of the Vanguard Squad after all, the second in command after Shigaraki. And with a good reason too. Dabi was a strategic man, too clever for his own good, carefully going for the next step and make sure to outsmart the enemies. That was attractive to you. Everything this man did was attractive and it drove you crazier with each day.

He wasn’t a man of many words, but you remember one night how passionately he spoke about carrying Stain’s will and burning down hero society. He seemed so determined to reach his goals and not let any distractions get on his way.

Distractions..

That was the only reason why you hated yourself for falling for him, Dabi wasn’t someone who’d willingly get in relationships, right? Love, emotions, feelings, those would definitely distract him from his goals. It was an unspoken rule amongst villains, to never fall in love. Love would ruin everything, ruin missions that were so hard be executed, a distraction from what’s important. And you were an idiot, the way you’d be constantly daydreaming of Dabi and drooling over him when you should be training instead and be useful for the League.

You tried to not be delusional, but you had noticed too how Dabi would talk more when you were around. He’d also call you during the night for a smoke outside the balcony, it had become almost a routine. It was the first time you’d listened Dabi talk about anything else other than heroes and society. This time he talked about songs, he even showed some of his favorite bands/artists to you, and you found yourselves having another thing in common. Music connected people, and this definitely bonded you even more with the villain. You’d sit there with him in silence, listening to his playlist, it felt more personal. The lyrics of these songs made you wonder what does he usually feel, what did he go through, but you chose to not ask further questions. You and him had become close, you could say friends.

But what you felt for him was more than friends. And that was eating you alive.

The fear of ruining what you had with him was weighing on you too. What if he got disgusted with you and ghosted you? What if he got angry? What if you’ll scare him away? You could even hear him calling you “pathetic” the moment you confess to him. You were scared. You had made up your mind to never confess to him.

But the desire to hold him in your arms, to hug him tight, to kiss his pretty face and those charred lips, it was burning you from the inside. You wanted him to be yours, as you were already his. Call it even selfish, but you wanted this man all to yourself, to love and cherish him until the day you die. The endless tears you’ve shed for him at the late hours of night spoke millions of words and feelings that you were too afraid to share with anyone. It was agonizing, your heart was bleeding and he didn’t know.

You had to tell him. At least make it known to him that you’d be there for him, devoted to him until the day you gave your last breath. You’d let him use you in any way he wanted, only for him. And this won’t hurt him to know, right? You could help him achieve his goals.

It was one of the many usual nights out in the balcony, Dabi was next to you, puffing out smoke and holding the cigarette between his lithe fingers. A bottle of whiskey sat in the small table near you. It was your suggestion to bring it, Dabi was confused because you’d rarely drink but he let you be.

“Not gonna drink that doll?” he said suddenly, the use of that nickname for you was so common but it gave you shivers everytime.

“Oh yeah, almost forgot..” you laughed softly, almost too nervous. Dabi had noticed how lost you were on your thoughts lately, and he wished he could get inside that mind of yours and figure out what was keeping you on edge. It looked like you had something to say, but you’d remain silent, and this made him more frustrated. He watched you take a sip, wincing a bit at the taste of it as he chuckled.

“Careful, you ain’t used to that..”

“I know. But I’ll be fine” you say confidently, hoping that the drink’s effect will help you open your heart to him. Minutes passed, and you already felt your body lighter, your head a bit dizzy but suddenly it felt like you could talk to him now. The nervousness was still there, but faint.

Come on, do it. Tell him

“Hey, you better say what you have in mind” Dabi exclaimed, making you squeal in your place. You didn’t know the way your mouth was moving, ready to speak but barely letting a word out, and that frustrated Dabi even more. What were you so afraid of? He thought that you two had gotten close to the point you’d both talk on various of topics, and he hated the way you were acting so scared and strange towards him lately. It made him think he was doing something wrong, he tried to push those thoughts away and he hated how much you were in his mind. Never in his life had he cared so much for someone else, until pretty you came in his life, and he hated it.

“Okay okay..I’ll tell you..” you murmured, biting your lip as you turned at him, fully facing him now. Dabi’s face remained stoic, and you gulped nervously.

Time to spill it out.

“Maybe you’ll think that I’m pathetic from what I’m about to say right now, maybe I am who knows, but fuck it..” you smiled, your face heating up as Dabi leaned closer and paid attention to each word you were saying. “I like you Dabi, a lot. And I care about you.. I think.. you’re one of the best people I’ve ever met..”

Dabi remained motionless but then a soft smile appeared on his face, he couldn’t lie when his heart felt a sudden warmth at your words. “Hm.. gettin’ all soft and sweet now doll? Not pathetic at all.. I gotta say I like ya’ too. We do go along well, better than with anyone else in my life..I could even consider ya’ as a good friend after all-”

A singular tear that rolled down your cheek made Dabi stop talking, his words caught in his throat. The only time he saw you cry is when you spilled up a bit from your past, and he hated that moment, he hated seeing you cry. Why were you crying again? Did he do something wrong?

“Dabi.. it’s not just that.. it’s more than that” you sniffed, trying to prevent more tears. “It’s not just.. friends. I truly like you.. it hurts. It’s just-”

Say the word.

It was stuck in your throat, prickling your skin and making you bleed, but you let it out. You felt pathetic, embarrassed, but at this point you let it all out. You couldn’t hold this any longer in your chest, you needed him.

“Dabi.. I love you..”

Those words hit him harder than anything else ever did in his life.

“..so much..”

His brain fogged and his mouth got dry while those three words that nobody ever said to him in his life rang through his ears. It was shocking, it felt so unbelievable, how could anybody love him? How could you? You were perfect, an angel on this earth loving a monster like him?

“Liar.”

“W-What? Dabi.. it’s not a lie..I swea-”

“What even makes you think I’m someone who you could love on, princess?” His voice came out harsher than he intended, but he couldn’t hold it back. The last time he devoted himself to someone, it costed him his life, costed him his body. Never again. Never again would he devote himself to someone, love someone to the point he burns. “What makes you think I can even feel love?!”

Your eyes widened, his words stabbed you like a sharp knife through your chest. You kinda knew the outcome, and yet you were never prepared. The hopes of having a relationship with him were turned to dust and that hurt you a lot. But you were desperate to know one last single thing.

“Do you.. feel anything for me at least? More than a friend? Just tell me..I won’t open this topic ever again I swear..”

Dabi stared at your teary eyes, the answer rolling on his tongue, threatening to slip out. The answer was yes, and it was eating him from the inside. Now that you made your feelings clear to him, he felt his feelings being cleared up too. He knew he felt too much for you no matter how much he tried to gaslight himself into thinking he didn’t. But Dabi never planned to stay alive for too long, and he’d rather get burned all over again than promise you a relationship which will get ruined by death, hurting you for eternity. He’d never consider himself a relationship kinda guy, he knew he’d hurt you. So, rather than give you hope, he simply denied his feelings towards you.

“No. Nothing at all” Dabi said coldly, face remained emotionless, a real actor that nobody could read him through his masks. “I’m focused on what’s important, on our mission, on my goals. I can’t let any distractions ruin this”

Only if you focused closely on those pools of turquoise, you’d notice the real feelings hidden behind his eyes, and the lies he was spilling. But sadly, you didn’t. His words had your vision blurry, it felt like you were choking on your own emotions, it was too much.

“Y-yeah. You’re right.. I’m sorry for making this awkward.. maybe it was the drink” you shrugged, trying to control yourself from sobbing pathetically right in front of him. “I must go rest.. it’s been a long day”

“Hey..”

Before you left he grabbed your arm, and you hoped he would say that he didn’t mean it, that he was lying, that he also loved you back and wanted to be with you.

“Better not see you again like this. Erase whatever bullshit you’re feeling. This is villains life sweetheart, there are no feelings whatsoever between us. Get. That. Through. Your. Brain” he whispered through his teeth, eyes flaring and making you squirm in his hold. You simply nodded, not letting out a single word knowing you’d burst. This was the only amount of comfort you’d get from him, and you better not fuck things up more than you had already. As you left, he sat back down, lighting a cigarette with his finger and sighing in frustration. Your tears and the way you shaked in front of him didn’t leave his mind, just like you he’d also fallen down into a rabbit hole which was so hard to come out of. Dabi was afraid of those feelings, it was something entirely new and he had to admit he felt scared. He was born a failure, what made you even think that he’d be a stable person in a healthy relationship with you? Dabi figured out that it will be for the best if he kept distance from you, until you eventually forgot about him and focused back on your goals. He felt guilty, after all you were a great asset to the League and a great person too, someone like you must not suffer from him. But if only he knew the love letters you’d written for him at the late hours of night, letters that you kept hidden, he’d understand that you could never forget him. He’d realize what you felt was pure love, something that never vanishes, something that will be on you forever.

Weeks had passed and you noticed Dabi had been more absent lately. He was sent on missions by Shigaraki, and even when the leader didn’t need his service, Dabi still volunteered to do most of the work, which resulted into him being outside most of the time. You’d hoped he’d come back when the night falls, and then go smoke with him outside the balcony, but he never did. Dabi never came until the sunrise, you’d deprive yourself of sleep hoping he would come knock at your door or sent you a text message. None of that. You blamed yourself for it, if only you had kept your mouth shut he wouldn’t be distancing himself from you like this.

“Hey Dabi..” you took the courage one of these days to talk to him as he was sitting on the bar, a drink on his hand. He turned around at the sound of your voice, soulless azure eyes staring back at you and making you shiver in their presence. He looked exhausted, clearly must’ve been back from a mission.

“What?” he murmured, almost sounding uninterested to talk to you right now and your chest hurt.

“Um, I’ll be out to smoke, I thought you might wanna join me as we-”

“Nah it’s fine. I’m tired, m’going to sleep” he interrupted you, forcing himself to stand up and heading for his room, his shoulder brushing past yours.

“Oh-okay..goodnight then” you whispered, biting the inside of your cheek and preventing the tears from forming in your eyes again.

At the same time, you felt angry. Why did he deny your feelings like this? Why is he behaving like this, even after you apologized that night? You never asked for a relationship and agreed to remain friends, just as you were, so why? You felt yourself going crazy, scrolling mindlessly on your phone and consuming whatever you could from social media to distract yourself from feelings, to find something to fill his absence, but no avail. Nothing and nobody could fill Dabi’s presence, he was everything to you. Your moods depended on him, if he gave you the right amount of attention you were happy, if he ignored you then you were sad. When you’d see him shine in his glory, surrounded by blue flames while beating enemies and wreaking havoc on the battlefield, you couldn’t help the admiration, the inspiration and determination that bloomed on your chest to fight for your goals and for the cause of the League of Villains. And now that Dabi was gone? Everything in you was shattered, you were lost and couldn’t find yourself.

But you still tried, being on Shigaraki’s bad side wasn’t something you’d want to happen. Your current mission was to tame the giant beast Gigantomachia and force it into Shigaraki’s submission. As exhausting as this mission was, barely getting decent sleep, it still helped you take your mind off things and release all that pent up frustration on the giant monster. Dabi was nowhere to be seen, earlier he claimed to have found a potential recruit for the League, and that’s where he’d focus on. Even as he made himself present on the League discussions, he’d barely look at you, and it broke your heart over and over.

Though you never noticed the way he’d look at you when you weren’t paying attention, or when your back was facing him. Dabi looked at you the way a person looks to something or someone they’re dying to have on their grasp, to make them theirs forever, but knowing too well they’ll never be worthy of it and never handle it with care.

———-

“They have Giran!” Twice exclaimed, sudden panic and worry filled all of you as the man who had recruited you and everyone else, was kidnapped and tortured in Deika city. Without a single hesitation Shigaraki decided to focus on saving Giran and end the man called Re-Destro, for simply having the audacity of threatening the League.

It took a few good hours to make it to the destination, and your heart skipped a beat when you saw Dabi joined as well.

“How did I agree to go along with such a stupid plan?” he scratched his neck. You noticed he was nervous, whenever he felt awkward, uncomfortable or nervous he would scratch his neck, something you’d learned by spending countless nights with him. It was clear he didn’t want to do this. But it was too late, everyone was aware of the League’s arrival and the attack began in less than one second.

The city was empty, but suddenly filled with what seemed many citizens devoted to Re-Destro’s cause, ready to attack mercilessly. All of you were scattered, trying your best to fight whoever came in your way. The city would light up in blue, a clear sign that Dabi had already begun grilling the enemies without mercy. You noticed a guy with a hood on was after him, apparently having an ice quirk.

Pathetic. How could ice ever put up with Dabi’s scorching flames?

But you noticed, this icy guy’s tactics seemed more to be continuously attacking Dabi, not even full blown attacks, as if this was some child’s game, purposely to send Dabi into exhaustion. Dabi being the best at long rage attacks, would let the flames burst and burn everything on sight.

“My quirk takes a toll on my body. If I use it too much, it harms me. A lot. I’m weak” he sighed, that’s what he told you one night.

“No Dabi, don’t say that. You’re not weak, you just need the proper training for it! Your flames are the strongest I’ve ever seen” you said back, truly wanting him to change the opinion he had about himself. To you, he was one of the strongest people you’d ever seen, and you hated when he put himself down like that.

As those words rang through your mind like warning bells, your eyes widened after noticing the way Dabi was panting and steaming smoke from his body. He looked exhausted, no matter how much he tried to stand up on his feet and seem that everything is alright. The icy bastard had drained his energy slowly with those attacks, and he seemed to have more in store than Dabi did in this moment. He was dodging every attack and melting all the ice coming his way, but his flames got weaker. You had to do something to help, you know what Dabi hated most was being seen as weak and being helped, but this didn’t matter right now.

Being surrounded by all the smoke, Dabi didn’t notice the giant ice spike flying towards him, the sharp point aiming right for his chest. But you did, you noticed it, and without thinking twice your legs moved, sprinting towards him.

“Dabi!!!” you screamed.

“Huh?!” He turned around, looking at your running figure. “ Y/N what the hell are you-”

“WATCH OUT!”

It was a split second. Dabi turned around noticing the ice spike coming towards him with an unimaginable speed. Then in less than a second he found himself on the ground, head slammed hard against it as he struggled to stand up. What the hell just happened? As he raised his head up, the soul almost left his body at the pool of blood near him.

It was you. You pushed him away with all the force you had, which resulted into the ice spike piercing right through your stomach. Now you were on the ground, bleeding all over as you struggled to breathe.

“N-No, no…Y/N why the fuck! Hey!” he ran to you, his face gone pale as for the first time in his life he felt fear and panic. His hands were shaking. Just like that time in Sekoto when he thought he would die. But this time he wasn’t scared of his death, this time was much worse. He was scared of yours, the way you were bleeding too much to the point you could lose your life at any time.

“Fuck- fuck fuck fuck!” he cussed through his teeth, melting the ice spike and trying to do something to stop the bleeding. “Y/N stay with me- fuck stay with me”

“D-Dabi..”

“You’re an idiot- fuck, hhah you really are, aren’t you?” his voice was shaking, as he tried to neutralize the wound and wrap it up with a piece of clothing. Your vision was getting blurry and his voice felt far away.

“Hey, don’t you close your eyes on me goddamn it- Y/N!” he called you desperately, holding your face on his hands and rubbing your cheek. “Fuck why would you do this?! Why would you fucking do this?! You crazy idiot- fuck, I’m so sorry, I’m so fucking sorry”

Right under the scars of his eyes, tears of blood were slowly rolling down his cheek as he called for you to keep your eyes open. You tried your best, you did, but due to the loss of blood it was hard.

“Don’t you leave me- fuck, not now, please…” he begged, his chest felt too tight, he felt like going out there and burning the world for trying to take someone so precious from him. He felt the guilt eating him alive from ignoring you and your feelings and now you were almost giving your last breath on his hands.

“Someone fucking come here! Compress! Toga! Shit, Y/N stay with me, you’re my strong girl yeah? You’ll be with me when we destroy this world yeah? Fuck!”

His strong girl. A weak smile appeared on your face at this comment. Butterflies still managed to appear on your stomach despite from being injured badly. You weren’t sure if you could resist any longer without proper treatment, you whispered incoherently to him but he simply put his finger on your lips, shushing you to not force yourself into speaking and waste energy.

With both of his hands, he grabbed your face as he placed a kiss on your forehead.

“Y/N.. don’t you leave me alone, stay with me” he whispered. “Shit.. I love you, there. I’ve loved you the day I first laid my eyes on you, pretty girl. I should’ve said this sooner, fuck I’m so sorry Y/N..”

A singular tear rolled down your cheek, his confession suddenly gave your body enough energy and time to resist a bit longer until help came on your way.

“D-Dabi.. the..letters..” you choked out, your teary eyes looking up at him. If you didn’t survive, he had to know that for once in his life he had been genuinely loved and admired, he needed to know exactly what you felt for him. He must read those letters.

“Huh, what letters?” he whispered softly, feeling a little relieved as Toga and the others were sprinting towards the both of you. Dabi was too focused on you to notice the destruction Shigaraki was causing further into the city centre.

“Here, let me treat her! I have enough blood!” Toga squealed, getting ready to treat you, luckily knowing the blood type you had.

“She’ll survive, she is stronger than she looks” Compress said, trying to calm Dabi down as he was visibly shaking and distressed. If Toga managed to really save you, he’d promise to treat her with everything she wanted until he died. Hell, even kidnap that Uraraka girl just for her too.

By now you had already dozed off, eyes finally shutting and all you could hear were the distant voices in the dark.

———

The day had finally ended, with Shigaraki’s victory against Re-Destro and his army. With Re-Destro finally recognizing Tomura as their supreme leader, their king, now the League of Villains had more benefits than they’ve ever had since the group was created. The first thing Tomura ordered was to get all you guys food and proper treatment for the injured, and get all of you nice and comfortable rooms to spend the rest of your days. As requested, Re-Destro gave access to his mansion on the mountains, getting all of you the best treatment and luxuries.

You on the other hand, were still unconscious, but your life was saved. Toga had to admit that she thought you’d never make it from the major blood loss, but for some reason you survived and she didn’t understand how this was possible. Little did she know that Dabi’s confession gave your mind and body enough hope and energy, filled you with happiness and love to the point not even death could take it away from you anymore. That’s how strong your feelings for the villain were, you were ready to die for him, but also live for him too.

It didn’t take long for you to open your eyes as you sat there on your bed, and you noticed a pair of raven fluffy hair next to you, which you recognized immediately. Dabi had been sitting by your bed the whole time, waiting for you to wake up, and now he had fallen asleep. You noticed his hand was holding yours, which made your heart feel warm and full. Gently you squeezed his hand enough to let him know that you were awake, and in a few seconds Dabi raised his head, sleepy azure eyes looking at yours.

“Y/N..” he whispered, not holding back the smile on his face as he saw you had finally woken up from your slumber. To him it felt like forever, like you’d been asleep for a long time and god, did he miss you.

“Wow.. I’m still alive, unfortunately..” you joked as he chuckled, softly kissing your hand and making you blush.

“Don’t say that..” he mumbled, his lips brushing on your knuckles. “You scared the living shit out of me, stupid girl..don’t do that again, y’hear me?”

“If I didn’t do that you’d probably end up dead..”

“And so be it” he sighed. “I’m not worth dying for, believe me.. if you had died cause of me, I’d never forgive myself y’know, fuck..”

You noticed he was getting overwhelmed again, you risking your life took a toll on him.

“Hey.. I’ll die for you a million times if I have to..” you replied as his eyes widened. “Did you really mean that? What you said back there..”

Dabi got closer to you, brushing your cheek gently. “Yes, every single word..” he whispered. “I’ve fucked up, I should’ve told you that earlier.. but I was afraid y’know? I’m not cut for that kind of stuff, I can’t be decent for you. I’m a mess, Y/N”

“A hot mess..” you corrected him as he laughed softly. “I don’t think I’d have fallen for you if you weren’t a mess, Dabi. After all, I’m not any better either, I’m fucked up in the head. You’re more than decent for me”

“You’re fucking perfect, you’ve always been” he mumbled, squeezing your flushed cheeks gently. It felt like a great weight was lifted off his chest the moment he confessed back to you, he still thought that he didn’t deserve you, but he decided to not talk any further of that and just admire you instead.

“Hmm.. you said something about letters back there?” Dabi asked, as you looked at him confused. Then it hit you, your face turned red as you looked away from him.

“Nothing” you said.

“Look at me..” he grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him. “Do not hide things from me pretty girl..what are those letters?”

“Ugh Dabi it’s cringe, I’m not showing you any of those letters..” you squealed, embarrassment washing all over you. “It was just.. when I’m usually overwhelmed I write things down on paper.. and those letters were.. well, for you”

Dabi remained speechless as you looked everywhere but him, swallowing nervously the moment his shit eating grin appeared on his face.

“Oh shut the fuck up..” you scoffed, hitting him gently on the chest as he chuckled.

“Damn, since when does a bastard like me get love letters? You’re so fucking cute..I’ll never be worthy of you doll..” he smiled, giving you a peck on the lips without thinking twice. “I’ll burn the world for you, y’know..”

You sat there shocked with your mouth open, not having time to give a proper reaction as Toga and Twice suddenly entered your room.

“Treatment time- Y/N you’re awake!!” Toga jumped happily.

“You are reckless! We were worried about you! Wait, why is your face red, open the windows she is suffocating!” Twice exclaimed. Everything was happening so fast and all you could see was Dabi’s amused reaction at the dumbfounded look on your face.

“Later doll..” he winked, grabbing the pack of cigarettes as he headed out of the room.

Smug bastard.

You smiled, tears of happiness forming in your eyes. This was only the beginning of your journey with him, and you still had so much more to say to each other. It felt like time was running so fast, it always does when you’re with the person you love the most. Dabi had accepted you and your feelings, gladly giving you his heart in return, which you’d keep and take care of until the day you give your last breath. And maybe, even if there is life after death, you knew your soul would always find his, cause it belonged to him forever.

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stsgluver · 9 months

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ADORE YOU TODOROKI TOUYA

synopsis. touya struggles to differentiate himself from his father.

wc. 2.01k

tags. slight angst, slight fluff, non-quirk!au, not proofread

the first thirteen years of touya’s life were not happy and joyful and full of memories that every young child should be able to reflect on with peace and nostalgia. they were filled with harsh slaps that left nasty purple bruises, extensive scoldings for minor mistakes and the constant hope that his dad would be too drunk when he came home to even remember that there were five other occupants.

he had been forced to mature faster than other kids his age, often meaning that he had little to no friends as he could never understand or find common ground among his peers. not that he had the time for friends. most days it was him picking up and dropping shoto off at the local nursery whilst fuyumi ensured natsuo made it to school on time.

enji was smart enough to keep the bruises on his children hidden but never spared rei the same mercy. so often times, after checking off the completion of homeworks, and making a simple dinner from the ingredients still left in the otherwise barren kitchen, touya found himself sifting through the dwindling contents of the house’s first aid kit to cover up any of the newer injuries on his mother.

she cried almost every time, apologising over and over, and promising it wouldn’t be this forever. touya would give her a kiss on the forehead and a tight-lipped smile as he nodded, his hopes of that peace for them dwindling after each altercation with enji. but he was getting older and he was getting angrier and that terrified him because however justified he may have been to feel such rage, it made him question how different he and his father truly were.

fuyumi was different, she coped by trying to understand and do better as if there was any resemblance of a traditional family left to fight for. touya couldn’t comprehend such naivety and hated the way his sister’s hopes would shatter each time he’d crush it with a cruel remark about their piece of shit for a dad. and yet he equally longed for such an empathy towards someone who’d brought them so much suffering because maybe that’s how he’d be able to separate himself and his father as two different coins and not two different sides of one.

it wasn’t till touya turneed thirteen that rei had finally got the courage and means to leave enji. for as long as he could remember, his mum had been working night shifts at the local 24/7 convenience shop, leaving for her shift after enji had fallen asleep and returning before he’d woken up. it wasn’t out of the ordinary for her to return, cash in hand, asking him or fuyumi to hide it in their drawers so their dad couldn’t find it and gamble it away.

despite the physical struggle they’d suffered all their lives with enji, he left the family with little to no resistance – even going as far as to sign away his parental rights for all four of his children. not that that meant anything, he’d checked out of being a dad on day one and touya had been forced to take on that paternal role for his younger siblings.

the transition from their four bedroom house to a two bedroom apartment hadn’t been easy. food was scarce and touya’s heart broke as he watched his mum sacrifice meal after meal and having her own room so that natsuo and touya could share one and fuyumi and shoto could share the other. they had found some peace, but the scars that enji had left them with was as clear as day in the shadow of bruises that still lingered on their skin and mind.

that rage was still there.

touya hated his father, hated what he’d become and what he’d done to their family and he swears if he ever saw that man again he’d–

“found you.”

touya coughs, shaking his head of the thoughts as he splashes cool water over his face. he doesn’t look up as you push the door to the bathroom open slightly more, slipping into the small space to close the distance between the two of you.

“was worried,” you murmur, reaching up to take your boyfriend’s face in your hands as you force him to actually look at you. “you came out here twenty minutes ago. thought you got lost,” there’s a hint of a smile playing at the corner of your lips but touya can’t amuse your gentle teasing right now.

“you can’t get lost in a house with half a dozen rooms and one corridor,” he mutters back, gently pushing your hands away from him as he reaches into the drawer above the sink. there’s an undertone of venom in his voice and it takes everything in you not to feel personally offended by the rejection because you know its not you he is rejecting. they say time heals wounds and yet here he is, five years free and he still feels like that same kid who was pushed down the stairs for not walking fast enough. the same kid who couldn’t protect his own mum and siblings.

you watch as he pulls out a familiar tube that’s almost empty, the one he uses to try and reduce the appearance of his scars. it's curled up from where he's tried to get every last drop of the cream. as if though this his holy grail that could rid him of any trace of enji.

“you’re beautiful yknow that?” you tuck an overgrown strand of his hair behind his pierced ear, clearing the are on his cheak where a thin white line runs across from the corner of his lip. you mean it too. you've always thought he was beautiful, telling him on an almost daily basis just to see the faint blush that starts on his cheeks and fades to the tips of his ears. even the dark black hair was beginning to grow on you (natsuo and shoto had thought it would be funny to swap out his usual shampoo for black hair dye).

he hums, if it's gratefulness for the compliment or the moving of his hair you’re not too sure. maybe both. maybe he just wants you to leave him alone.

“i can do it for you,” you offer when he struggles to get any of the cream out. the tube should've been thrown out four late night breakdowns ago.

touya huffs, leaning against the sink with the tube in his grip, avoiding your eyes as he nods his head in the direction of the door. “go back to bed. i’ll be there in five," his voice is rough and evident with a lack of sleep and you want to grab the closest blanket and coddle him till all the negative thoughts are forgotten by the blissful comfort of cotton.

when his gaze does meet yours you don't miss the redness in his eyes and the tears that stained his skin. he clears his throat, "you've got an early lecture. you need to sleep."

"how am i supposed to sleep without my boyfriend?" you retort and he looks at you unimpressed, like you shouldn't be looking at him as if though he's the center of your universe (which he is) and risk being late to your eight am lecture that you always complain about needing extra beauty sleep for.

you press a gentle peck to the side of his face and take the tube out of his hands, not letting him respond to your rhetorical question. he’s too tired to argue and you refuse to leave him by himself when he’s like this. the hatred touya has for his father still has this tightening choke-hold on him and it manifests in a disliking for any part of him that overlaps with his recollection of that man: his piercing blue eyes, the (former) bright red streaks in his white hair, that rage.

“i’d never hurt you.” touya’s voice is barely above a whisper and your heart breaks at the tears that are welling up in the corner of his eyes, visible even under the flickering bathroom light. “i’m not him.”

“i know that baby,” you promise with another peck, this time against his chapped lips. you squeeze on the tube and get a small drop onto your finger, holding it up for him to see, “you sure you still need this?”

“please,” he nods and your heart breaks a little to see how quiet he can be on nights like these. ones where every time he closes his eyes he's plagued with memories of what used to be to the point where the scar that can hardly be seen by anyone else against his pale complexion, becomes this nasty, ugly, raw gash to him that he’s stuck with. stuck with forever as a permanent taunt that he can never escape his father.

a silence falls between the two of you as you dab the cream into his skin, touya’s eyes watching you intently looking for any sign of disgust as you brush his cheek gently.

“all done,” you smile half-heartedly as you take a step back, screwing the lid back onto the tube for it to be put away. you knew what you were signing up for when you got involved with touya. you’d been volunteering at your aunt’s nursery since before you could remember and you’d seen touya often with his youngest brother. the staff had often gossiped about the state of his family’s affairs and you’d taken it upon yourself to sneaking a few extra treats from the pantry to slip into shoto’s bag, making him promise to share it among his siblings.

touya takes the tube from your hands and returns it to its position in the drawer, gently closing the door. that silence settles again as you both stare at one another, touya’s gaze full of pain and yours wishing you could reach out and kiss him and erase every memory that hurts him. he'd let you try.

he’s the first to break it.

“c’mon,” he murmurs, intertwining his hand with your smaller one as he leads you back to his room. it's the first bit of contact he's initiated as of yet and you don’t hesitate to follow.

you’re the one who pushes back the covers and gestures for him to climb into his double bed first before sliding in after him. within seconds he’s pulled you tightly into him, his hair tickling your chin as his head rests against your chest. one hand wraps around him and you use the other to caress his head as you let him rest. you don’t want to think about the hours and hours of sleep he’s probably missed.

“i love you so so much,” you tell him softly, sifting your hand gently through his black locks, “don’t know what i’d do without you.” you mean every word and touya wants to scoff because how can you need him… but there’s this sincerity in your voice that even he can’t ignore.

he tilts his head up and you catch a glimpse of those deep blue eyes that contrast against the darkness of the night that envelopes the room. “never leave me.”

“i could never, baby,” the hand that was drawing small circles on the back of his shoulders cups his cheek, “i promise i won’t.” for the first time since he’d been awoken by his past that night, touya finally feels some sort of relief from the tension that had taken over his body.

“i adore you,” touya breathes, knocking his nose against yours lightly as he leans in for a kiss. not just a peck – an actual kiss that personifies just how much he does adore you, his lifeline, his one source of relief in a world that’s shown him no mercy. you mimic his passion, wanting him to know just how much he means to you and how deeply you love him.

#touya todoroki #dabi #touya x reader #dabi x reader #touya imagines #touya oneshot #touya drabble #mha dabi #bnha dabi #dabi angst #touya angst #non-quirk!au

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mika-writes-fanfics · 1 year

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Dabi x reader with chronic pain

Tags/Warnings: chronic pain, slight angst with comfort, fluff, soft Dabi, established relationship

Author's note: Having a bad pain day and I was thinking about what Dabi would do seeing the one he loves in pain.

Word count: ~650

It’s kind of embarrassing, truthfully, how something so small can piss you off today. It’s not even a big deal, more like an insignificant annoyance in the grand scheme of things. Still, you find yourself groaning in agitation. All the minor inconveniences you experience every day just seem so overwhelming right now, with the constant background pain that seems to be ramping up as time passes on.

“What’s got you in such a sour mood, Princess?” Dabi teases with his usual cocky smirk. You turn around to face him, finding him in the window of your bedroom. You’re a bit surprised to see him. Not that he doesn’t usually enter your home through the fire escape, but because you weren’t expecting him. Especially not on a day like this.

Unlike most other times, where you either respond to his playful jabs with one of your own, or instead vent it all out with passionate ranting, your expression communicates a sort of exhaustion he’s not used to seeing on you. You don’t seem sluggish from a lack of sleep, rather, it’s as if you’re out of energy to deal with anything. You’re tired from the demands placed on you, your pain eating away at any mental energy you have left. His face falls upon realizing something is genuinely wrong. He knows he can be an ass sometimes, but seeing you look so despondant has him regretting his choice of words.

“Sorry, I’m just… in a lot more pain that usual today,” you force out. The tone of your voice makes it clear just how much this is weighing on you. Putting up a cheerful facade is too much to bear. You’ve mention in passing how you have chronic pain. It always follows you, remaining as a cemented constant. You’ve made it a point to not bring it up much. Knowing what Dabi experienced just made you view your discomfort as something so miniscule, something not deserving of concern. So you’ve always tried to hide it. It’s worked in the past, and conveniently, he seems to be busy in the times that your pain ramps up. Today is the first times he’s really been around for days like this. “I don’t want to bum you out so if you wanna leave, I understand-”

“No,” he denies, cutting you off. He knows what its like, to be constantly haunted by life’s cruelty. The scars on his skin tell his story whenever he has the misfortune of seeing them, whereas your aches shouts your story. You both carry unavoidable mementos of pain. You’ve done more than you think in bearing his pain. You’ve listened to his recounts of his past, patched him up when he’s come home to you after a mission gone south, and unknowingly held onto him when his thoughts were darkest. He wants to return the favor, in any way he can. “I’m not going anywhere.” He climbs down from the spot on the widow sill and closes the window behind him. He kicks off his boots and lays on your bed, gesturing for you to lay with him by opening his arms.

You sigh, before saying in a tired and stressed voice, “I can’t Dabi, I gotta clean and then-”

“I’ll take care of it later, c’mere,” he urges. You don’t have the energy to fight him, so you acquiesce. Not to mention, you’ve been dying to just lie in your bed. Dabi being in it is a added benefit you don’t want to pass up. You curl up to his side and rest your head upon his chest. “Where are you hurting?”

You point to the area. In a rare moment of softness from him, he gently traces over the aching part of your body. It’s not a cure for your pain by any means, but the gentle touches both give you something else to focus on and melts your frozen heart. “Thank you,” you meekly whisper and nuzzle closer against him.

“Don’t mention it,” he replies. “Anything for you.”

#bnha dabi #mha dabi #dabi drabble #dabi imagine #dabi x you #dabi fanfic #dabi #dabi hc #dabi hcs #dabi headcanons #dabi x reader #dabi x reader fluff #dabi oneshot #dabi my hero academia #touya todoroki #todoroki touya x reader #touya x reader

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bysaber · 8 months

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would’ve, could’ve, should’ve

Pairing: Dabi x f!Reader

Summary: You remember moments of your relationship with Dabi, regretting it all. Inspired by the song with the same name by Taylor Swift.

Content: angst, toxic relationship, mature content, light smut (brief oral f!receiving) mentions of marking/burning, alcohol, we don’t see Dabi’s side of the story but it is implied he took advantage of reader’s kindness

WC: 1.3k

A/N: I actually had thought about writing this one since I first listened to the song last year but for some reason I never did. Now I wrote it all in… two hours? while listening to it on repeat. I’m super anxious to post this one !! and no beta’d, we die like men.

Licking your lips, you felt the salty taste of your tears mixed with the sweet wine you were now drinking. His large t-shirt engulfed your body as you sat on the floor with nothing but a bottle and a cigarette.

“Who am I?”, a whisper escaped from your lips, blurry eyes scanning your room.

The worst thing about being left behind was having to face the remains of those who left you.

And that's what you had to deal with, day after day.

Dabi was gone, but he was everywhere.

His toothbrush in your bathroom, untouched. His clothes in your wardrobe, never washed - you can still smell him as if he was standing by your side.

No, as if your nose is deeply pressed against his neck inhaling his scent like you did all the times he had his arms wrapped around you - touching, kissing, fucking. Needing. You always needed each other all too much.

“No,” you say aloud. “I needed you. Alone.”

His fingerprints are burnt into your headboard. A vivid reminder of the night you felt too much, the night he came inside you so hard he lost control of his Blue Flame and left his mark on your bed.

“I actually like it,” he said afterwards, the same fingertips now pressed on your waist firmly. “It’s a constant reminder of who you belong to.”

“Are you saying you marked your territory?”, you scoffed, trying to push him with a smile on your face. Dabi pulled you harder against him, brushing his nose on your cheek before biting on your jaw.

“That’s exactly what I’m saying,” he licked the skin where he just had bitten and laughed teasingly. “I want my fingerprints burnt on your skin next.”

The memory hit you like a truck.

You quickly pulled a pillow from the bed at your side and screamed into it, the air leaving your lungs at how loud you screamed. But it wasn’t enough.

You screamed again, again. And again.

Your screams weren't purging the pain.

Your throat was sore already, and you took three big gulps of the wine to try and ease it all.

Your mind felt foggy,

and yet–

All you saw was Dabi.

Dabi. Dabi. Touya.

“I don’t like alcohol.”

“Yeah?”, the dark-haired smiled, putting down his beer. “Why?”

“It makes me act like I’m not myself. And I black out super quick,” you already had your answers ready. “And the terrible hangovers.”

Dabi laughed, truly, honestly laughed. He looked around the diner you chose to eat with him – somewhere empty so no one would see the both of you.

Not only because he was a wanted man. But because he was so different from you, and people would talk if they saw the two of you together.

Your friends would talk, your family would.

“Why are you laughing?”

“Nothing, it's just…”, he laughed a little more. “You said alcohol makes you act like you're not yourself. I guess I do the same.”

If only you had listened, you would've escaped him. You could have. You should have.

But you stayed. You stayed because he made you feel things you’ve never felt before, he made you feel important and alive. He gave you the thrill to live.

The way Dabi looked at you, you could never forget– his half-lidded gaze, always full of lust and passion, as if there were nothing in the world he wanted more.

The way Dabi spoke to you at different moments of the day, teasingly or just so full of confidence. Sometimes, you could swear his voice was filled with adoration.

“What a beautiful thing like you is doing in a place like this at 1 a.m.?”

It was the first thing Dabi ever said to you.

As you were sitting alone at the docks near your apartment, your feet swinging above the water, he came to you. The presence of another person, especially a man, scared the shit out of you, so you immediately stood up and faced him – you took his appearance fully in the faint light and you remember thinking how handsome he was, scarred and everything.

Scary, yes. But handsome.

“I didn't realize it was so late. I’m going to meet my boyfriend,” you lied, afraid he might do something bad.

A smirk appeared on his lips, “Sure, doll. Want me to keep you company until you meet this boyfriend of yours?”

You shivered and stepped back, “No. I’d like to be going by myself, thank you.”

When Dabi noticed you were genuinely scared, he dropped the act right away, “Look, doll. I ain’t gonna hurt you. But I’d rather take you out of here before a guy worse than me finds you.”

Worse than me, you noticed.

“Let me take you home, will you? Because shit’s about to go down here,” he confessed.

“Right… okay,” you said mostly because you didn't know what to do. Whatever was about to go down, you wanted nothing to do with it.

“That’s a good girl,” he praised and you immediately lowered your head to hide your tinted cheeks. If he noticed, he never commented on it, “While we’re on it, why don't you tell me why you’re here so late, huh? No boyfriend shit, angel.”

What were you doing there, again?

Ah, yeah.

You went there because you had an anxiety crisis – college stuff. You were nineteen years old.

College. Fuck, you dropped it months ago.

Why did you do it, again? You can't remember.

Something about working for real to buy a house. For you and Dabi.

A strangled sound scares you, but then you realize it's the sound of your own laugh. Choked, painful, bitter.

“Dabi!”, his name leaves your lips as a prayer.

“Say it again, doll,” he demanded, stopping his worship just to talk to you. “Say my name.”

You cried out his name countless times, his tongue circling your clit teasingly while two of his fingers fucked you the way he knew you liked all too well. When you faintly cried, “Touya…”, he rutted pathetically against the mattress as he sucked on you.

His fingers were quickly out of you, both of his arms around your legs, pulling your cunt closer to his face. In one quick glance, there was devotion. “I want you making a mess on my face, got it, doll?”

“Fuck you, Dabi,” you barked to the empty room, your words slurred.

You refused to call him Touya. He wasn't Touya to you. Not now. Not anymore.

He wasn't anyone to you.

“Fuck you, fuck you.”

You stood up, immediately regretting it as everything pinned around you. Closing your eyes, you tried to count to ten before walking towards the bathroom. What you saw in the mirror scared you; a ghost of who you used to be.

You were messy. You were a mess. You doubted your value and you felt ugly in every way possible – inside and out. The bags under your eyes and the way you were neglecting your appearance didn't help your self-esteem.

Dabi left two months ago. How could you possibly still be so miserable?

Rage filling your chest, you went back to your room and grabbed your phone. You wouldn't call him – the idea of hearing his voice made you want to puke from anxiety. But you would text him, yes. You needed to hurt him as much.

You needed to.

As you opened your messages with him, you saw it – the last texts you sent.

please.

don’t do this

touya. please, come back

touya?

I miss you.

He never opened them. It angers you even more as you type:

I hwte you. I hate you for all you did to mw

I regret you all thw time

I miss who I wss befpre I met you

I cant let this go

After months with nothing from him, your heart drops when the messages immediately go from sent to read.

#wbysaber #thirsty saber #dabi x reader #touya todoroki x reader #todoroki touya x reader #toya todoroki x reader #todoroki toya x reader #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #fanfic #oneshot #dabi x you

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todayisawthewhxlewxrld · 1 year

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"i cant help but Want You"

"i know that i’d die without you"

synopsis// after your childhood best friend disappeared, you vowed to become a hero and find him, refusing to believe that he was truly dead. truly gone. and you did find him, just not in time though.

pairing// touya todoroki/ dabi x gn!reader

word count// 2.9k

content// angst.... yeah thats pretty much it... could be read as platonic or romantic doesn't rlly matter

notes// this is basically my dabi smau but like better. (anything is better than my bnha smaus lets b fr). half ass fight scene tho cuz idk how to write fight scenes so take that as you will!

Touya and you were inseparable; you did everything together, including getting yelled at by Endeavor. You two were best friends, and if being attached at the hip didn't make that obvious enough, the best friend bracelets you made would. You vividly remember the day you gave it to him; how could you not, considering it was one of the last times you ever saw him?

You walked quickly toward the almost completely white-haired boy, nervously fiddling with the bracelets in your hand. You were afraid he would hate them, which was silly considering how much Touya adored you.

“Hey!” he said happily as he rocked back and forth on his feet.

You gave him a nervous smile and a small wave before saying quietly, "Hi." You frowned once you were close enough to see the new bandages that had wrapped themselves around his wrists, and if you looked closely enough, you could see them under his shirt. “I thought you were going to stop training?”

He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. “I know, but I really made a break through!” He speaks triumphantly: “At this rate, Shoto’s got some serious competition! I don't think it's enough against All Might yet though..."

“touya-“

“Just trust me! I just wanna show dad what I can do, okay? I want to prove to him that I'm not a mistake," he says at the end, trailing off.

You nod and smile at him. “When are you showing him?”

"At Sekoto Hill during the holiday break!" He speaks cheerfully and looks you up and down before noticing that you are holding something. “Hey, what's that?”

You go wide-eyed, having totally forgotten about the bracelets you made in the first place. You stumble over your words as you hide your hands behind your back. "Oh, um, it's nothing..”

He smiles and tilts himself forward and to the side as if he's trying to look behind your back. “show me!”

You sigh as you push him back to his original stance. “fine but dont laugh! okay?”

Touya nods happily. “I won't, I promise.”

You reluctantly bring your hands back out from behind your back and expose your palm to him to reveal the bracelets.

He looks down at your hand and narrows his eyes curiously, then looks up at you, tilting his head as he questions, “Bracelets?”

You nod as you close your fist and hide your hands behind your back again. “Yeah, I, um, actually made them for us. They’re best friend bracelets..” You laugh nervously as you peer up at him through your lashes.

He stifles a laugh. “Then why aren't you giving it to me?”

You look at him in bewilderment. “Wait, you actually want it?”

He looks at you in astonishment. “duh?” He takes your hand from behind your back and softens his gaze on you. “You’re my best friend, y/n.”

You feel your face grow hot as you try to hide the smile that's so desperately trying to reveal itself.

“Now give me the bracelet,” he deadpans.

Both of you had never taken the bracelet off since that day. The holiday break ended up quickly approaching, and on the day Touya was going to show Endeavor what he could do, he could see how nervous you were for it.

He slowly intertwined his hand with yours, and when you turned to look over at him in confusion, you were met with him smiling softly at you. “I’ll be okay.”

you frown. “I know you’re strong, Touya; you know you’re strong... so why do you have to prove it to that prick?”

His smile doesn't falter completely, but it isn't as strong as it was a moment ago. “You know why.”

"Yeah, I know, I just don't like seeing you get hurt," you sigh.

He squeezes your hand in an attempt to be reassuring. “I know, but hey, listen! If it makes you feel any better, you can come watch too!"

“Really?” you ask, taken aback.

He nods happily. “yeah! You're like good luck, along with our bracelet!"

you frown. “Wait, you’re not gonna be wearing the bracelet I made you, right?”

He looks at you in confusion. “Of course I am—I just told you it’s good luck.”

You look at him flatly as you speak sternly, “Touya, it's not fireproof!”

He shrugs your statement off. “It’ll be fine!” He adds on quickly, almost nervously, “So you’ll come tonight, right?”

You smile at him and squeeze his hand. “Yeah, I’ll try, Touya. You know how my parents are though.”

He hums sadly. “Oh yeah, huh… Well, that's okay if you can't! at least I'll have your bracelet.”

You spent most of the day with Touya, only leaving when it was time for dinner; though the word "leaving" is used loosely, it was more like your parents having to practically pull you away by force in order to get you to go home. Once home, you ate dinner then barricaded yourself in your room. You knew your parents would never willingly let you go up to Sekoto Hill, so you'd have to wait until they were asleep to go. Luckily, they usually fall asleep early. Now all that was left to do was distract yourself until then. You went back and forth between reading a book, cleaning your room, and playing with the matching bracelet you had with Touya on your wrist, you did anything. After awhile, you just settled on the book, but sometime during it, you ended up drifting off.

You were jolted awake and immediately scrambled to figure out what time it was.

“Shit, I'm late!” You muttered under your breath as you sneaked out of your window and toward the forest, where you hoped Touya was still there. You'd never forgive yourself if you missed this, even if he had said it was okay. You ran as fast as your wobbly legs could carry you, panting as you decided to take a shortcut, and when you got to the end of the road, you saw a group of people staring out into Sekoto Hill, and that's when you smelled it. The smell of burning wood, smoke, and ash filled your nose immediately, making it hard to breathe as you pushed through the crowd and made your way to the front, where you found Endeavor staring ahead with what you thought were tears in his eyes, something you didn't know he was capable of.

To be honest, you don't know what you're looking at—you know it's a burned-down forest, a burned-down Sekoto Hill, but other than that, you're perplexed.

You cough a bit from the smoke as you stare up at Endeavor. “Where's—where’s Touya?” you ask.

Endeavor doesn't bother saying anything; he just shakes his head.

You swallow harshly as a feeling of dread starts to settle itself deep within your stomach. “what? What does that mean—where is he?” You stumble over your words as you grab at Endeavor’s arm, trying to get him to look at you, to acknowledge you more than a simple head shake.

"He's dead," Endeavor says flatly, shaking your hand off his arm.

“What?“ You look toward Endeavor, then at the forest, and then back at Endeavor and then back at the forest. You laugh nervously, obviously not believing him. “you’re lying…” Tears start to well in your eyes as you turn back at Endeavor and see his bottom lip trembling. “Tell me you're lying!” you sob out.

When Endeavor doesn't answer and instead swallows harshly, you lose it. Your legs are running faster than you can keep up, and you're sobbing as you run into the forest.

“y/n stop!” Endeavor's voice echoes in your ears, but you don't stop. You start running faster and deeper into the almost completely disintegrated forest.

You know you'll only find burnt pieces of trees and black ash covering everything, but that doesn't stop you from going; you need to see it for yourself; you need to see Touya. Even with your vision blurred from sobbing, you can't see any evidence that he was here—or rather, that he died here. There's no burned body, no bones, and no human ash (which you're not even sure you'd be able to tell apart from tree ash and Touya's ashes, but nonetheless). You fall to your knees and make a vow to yourself: You'd become a hero, but not to surpass Endeavor or All Might; you'd become a hero to bring Touya back home because every part of you refuses to believe he's dead, and you'll continue to refuse to believe it until you see his remains right in front of you; until then, you'd train hard, harder than Touya; you'd train until you nearly died from exhaustion if that’s what it takes to bring Touya home, dead or alive.

And a hero you became—a top-five hero, actually. though you didn’t care about your ranking at all because you never lost sight of the real reason you became a hero in the first place. How could you when the bracelet on your wrist was a permanent reminder of what you were doing this for? of who you’re doing this for. And for the most part, your hero career has been easy—well, as easy as being a hero can be. The League of Villains wasn’t a huge threat, at least not until now.

You were out on your nightly patrol around the city when you came across a few villains fighting against some of your hero colleagues. You immediately jumped into action, aiming for any villain you could. It wasn't too bad at first because there were only a few of them. The fight was between four heroes and four villains; it wasn't too bad until more villains appeared, and now there are too many for the four of you. Now it seemed like each of you was fighting two villains at once, which wouldn’t have been too bad if they had been unknown, low-ranked villains, but they were part of the league, and the league doesn't mess around.

For the time being, you were holding your ground; of course, you were getting knocked around, but you were doing well—or the adrenaline coursing through every part of your body was telling you that you were doing well, which is why you hadn't realized you were bleeding—profusely. You thought your blurry vision was simply from being hit in the head a few times and not because you were actively bleeding out. Though suddenly, through your blurry vision and dodging and swinging and whatever you do during a fight, you can make out faint blue flames in the distance, and you feel your heart stop—a brief thought of Touya crosses your mind as you look down at the bracelet on your wrist, which was a fatal mistake because that gave the villains fighting you more than enough time to knock you out, and knock you out they did.

You woke up abruptly; you would have jolted up had it not been for the pain covering every inch of your body. You breathed in deeply, trying to take in your surroundings. You were lying in the middle of the cold street, right where you passed out. You turned your head to the side, and the whole area was in ruins—fire here and there, broken buildings, broken cars—it was a mess. Your chest felt heavy, and no matter how hard you tried to breathe in, it didn't feel like the air was getting into your lungs. You coughed up the air that wouldn't get to your lungs, and with it came blood, which splattered onto your hand before dribbling down your face onto the ground beneath you, which you could only imagine is soaked in your blood at this rate. This isn't looking good for you at all. Though you are quickly taken out of your thoughts by heavy footsteps approaching you, you turn your head up only to see someone hovering over you.

Dabi laughs sadistically. “Wow, they got you good, huh?”

You don't say anything; you don't think you even could If you wanted to, blood would probably just pour out of your mouth, so you opted to glare at him, swallowing your metallic spit harshly. It was obvious you were scared; how could you not be? You're on the verge of death, and a top villain is hovering over you.

Dabi bends down and grips your jaw with his hand; the hold he has on you has your head lifting off of the ground. "You know, seeing a hero flat on their back —helpless— really does something to me," he smirks.

You were going to reply, telling him to fuck off, when the moon hit his wrist just right and you could see something glisten. You almost go cross-eyed as you focus your attention on his bracelet—your bracelet?

Your gaze shoots back up at him as you speak harshly and accusatorily, "Why do you have my bracelet?”

He scoffs and shakes his head, looking down at his bracelet before looking back at you. “your bracelet?”

Both of you stare at each other for an uncomfortable amount of time before both of you go wide-eyed at the realization.

“t-touya?” Blood spills out of your mouth as you stumble over his name. You don't know how you didn’t see it before; he still looks like himself, just broken. He was still himself, just broken.

He swallows the lump in his throat as he sets your head back down on the ground gently. He knows you saying his real name should be confirmation enough, but it's not; he needs to see the bracelet, which is why he's grabbing at your limp arms looking for it, muttering "no" over and over again under his breath, and he finds it immediately, and he breathes out shakily, mumbling out a heavy “fuck” in defeat.

Despite the circumstances, you find yourself smiling at him, and he feels his heart break as he sees the blood stuck in your teeth and the blood that's dribbling down your face. He sits down on the floor—or rather, falls down, the weight of this realization being far too great for his legs to bear—and pulls you into his lap.

“What the hell are you doing?” he asks in disbelief, looking down at you in sorrow.

“I've been looking for you, Touya,” you wheeze out, and it makes him wince.

"Fuck. Fuck," Dabi—Touya says in pain as he closes his eyes and tilts his head back, facing the sky. He looks back at you and frowns. “Why would you come here? Why would you want to be a hero? Fuck y/n-"

You weakly bring up one of your hands to cradle his cheek, and if Touya’s tear ducts were still intact, he’d be sobbing so hard and so much that he could fill all the swimming pools ever to exist. But although he can't cry, the blood coming from the staples around his eyes certainly makes it look like he can.

“I told you why,” you whisper breathlessly, as if it were getting harder for you to breathe, to live.

Touya cradles your face in his hands and sniffles. "We're going to get you help. I know someone who can help you. You're going to be okay, ok?" He ends his sentence by moving his hands to cradle your body, standing up with you in his arms, bridal style.

You groan at the movement and pull your hand away from his face. “touya-“

He shakes his head and starts walking. “No, no, don't say anything. you’ll be okay.”

You look up at him through heavy eyelids and blurry vision; your breathing is labored, and you know that nothing Touya does and no one he brings you to will help; this is it; this is the end. You use the rest of your strength to smile at him. “I'm really happy I got to see you one last time, Touya.”

Touya stops in his tracks and looks down at you; your eyes are closed at this point, and he can't tell if you're still breathing. "No, no-y/n, cmon, don't do this to me.” He shakes you in his arms a bit, but you do nothing; you're limp, and he falls to his knees. “Y/n please- Please wake up. I can't—I can't do this without you.”

He can't; it's true. The only reason Touya survived this long without you was because he knew you were alive. He'd look up your name every night, praying to god that it didn't say deceased, and it never did—until tonight. Tonight he doesn't need to look up your name to know if you're dead or not because you are, specifically, in his arms. He’s just sitting here on his knees, holding you close to his chest, rocking back and forth, repeatedly mumbling "please" under his breath, and he doesn't even know why he's saying please. Please come back? Please take me with you? Touya is too immersed in you to notice the heroes starting to surround him, and to them he looks like a spoiled brat clinging to his favorite toy for dear life in an attempt to not get it taken away.

“Put the person down and surrender!” one of the heroes calls out.

Touya ignores him, and now all the heroes are yelling at him, asking him whether he wants to do this the hard way or the easy way, and he doesn’t care. There's nothing to care about anymore because you're dead, and he wants to be dead too.

Because you're dead and he knows that without you he can not live.

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chainelunaire · 10 months

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more than anything, it’s truly a pity. you thought you could handle it. every single person on a planet had said to you that you probably shouldn’t, and now you’re here thinking that maybe, just maybe, they were right. you feel like the most terrible liar on the planet, and some might say it’s not that far from truth.

no one would blame dabi for that. he told you he’s a handful right from the get-go. it wasn’t like he was trying to put on some sort of a facade. quite the opposite, he was always brutally honest about how he is. he said it loud and clear that he wasn’t cut out for relationship, but he’ll still try. oh, you truly wish he was lying. it could be so much better if he was able to pretend. not always, but sometimes it could be nice. it could be really nice not to hear a single word from him every once in a while.

‘hey’ he says, looking up to you, while putting a spoon right on a table. ‘you’re awfully quiet today. something happened?’

‘no’ you force yourself to answer. ‘you like the dinner?’

‘yes’ he’s first to try to smile. you can’t keep up, so his smile disappears just as quickly. you feel painful sting in your heart - that, that definitely was your fault. he was never for smiles and laughs, his life was an horrible long path of unfortunate events, full of pain and suffering. at the beginning of your relationship he couldn’t tell what’s the difference between smiling and crying. it was all always the same to him.

the first time you’ve heard him laughing - with his whole chest, ugly snorts and coughing from the lack of oxygen, you thought of two things. first, you’ve never thought he was able to be this happy, letting himself go for just few seconds of pure joy. second, that he looked absolutely beautiful like this. quite corny, doesn’t make it any less true. you thought: hey, it was you who made him laugh like that. who he’s constantly looking at with such fond and gentle eyes. they’re never so fond when he talks to himiko-chan or shigaraki-kun. he loves you so much. you thought you love him to. at some point, you probably really did.

why don’t you feel like that anymore?

‘don’t you want to say something to me?’

‘not really, no.’

well, you don’t know what to say to him in the first place. you’ve never thought there’s a possibility to just fall out of love. you’ve always thought there must be a reason, someone’s cheating or something like that. but reality hits you like a truck: life is much more boring. and what you once found fascinating - like dabi being so affectionate, so touchy with you and no one else - now is just a annoying.

how can you even say something like that to another person? isn’t it cruel? sometimes you think about cheating on him and making him found out - that’s cowardly, but at least you wouldn’t need to say ‘i don’t love you anymore. you’re just a nuisance.’

stop touching me. stop looking at me. i don’t want to be any near you anymore. leave me alone.

you would never do any of that.

that would probably break his heart for real. however you feel towards him now, you don’t want him to be hurt. lord knows, he’s been through so much already. he doesn’t need to suffer any more. which raises another question: does this mean, it’s you who’ll suffer then? when will this end?

‘i’ll be on a mission from tomorrow. dunno, when i’ll come back’

never, i hope.

‘is that so? boss haven’t said anything about that.’

‘yeah. kinda figured that out on the go. wanna go with me?’

no.

‘yes. but let’s talk about it tomorrow, all right?’

he’s beaming at you, his smile so pure and so horrid to you. you need to remind yourself why you’re doing that. because you do this for touya, not dabi. you do this for him, for all the attention he wasn’t given, for all the love he never felt in his life. maybe, once you’re done, he’ll be able to love someone else. because god, you truly, wholeheartedly wish you could keep pretending. but you don’t know how much there’s left in you.

‘you love me, right?’ he asks, sounding almost like a child, wanting an acknowledgement. because he’s still a child in his heart, and it’s so easy to lie to him, you almost wonder if he knows your true feeling already.

‘of course’ you say without missing a blink ‘of course, my love’.

(based very loosely on these hc)

#bnha #boku no hero academia #mha #my hero academia #bnha x reader #mha x reader #dabi #todoroki touya #dabi x reader #dabi x you #todoroki touya x reader #dabi angst #bnha oneshots

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whileyoureinschoolidothisallday · 4 months

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LOYALTY - Dabi x f!reader

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synopsis: After years of being a Villain, you're trying to be good now.

Fucking a Villain isn't the same as being one.

Right?

word count: 7216

warnings: f!Black!reader. Reader is a foreigner and is very chronically ill, using a wheelchair while also having a tube in their throat for respiratory issues. club scene. implications of drinking and off-screen drug use (reader is high and probably drunk throughout the oneshot)

A/N: HI!!!!!!!! =D

I've been trying to write this for a year and finally got it out of me! This is a companion piece to my much longer wip, "Bury My Ashes at Sea" (aka Hex!fic). I have many companion pieces planned for AFTER Hex!fic, that would explore the events of their relationship more, but after seeing these pics of Dabi, this became a very impromptu entry. It was only supposed to be literally just a short scene about watching Dabi's face in the water but it uh...got away from me. I really hope I don't regret posting this first, but I had to get it out.

This is very MC centric, whereas Hex!fic and other companion pieces will be Dabi centric. This is also primarily angsty as you're kinda having an existential crisis!!!!!! I'm not super sure anybody's gonna like this but me, but if you do, I love you and hope you tell me everything you liked in the tags and comments!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Enjoy! <3

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You could always be found by the water.

The ocean was obviously your favorite, but any water would do. It called to you, no matter where it was. No matter where you were. Even if the closest thing you had was a bathtub, sometimes you just had to soak. Life felt worse if you didn’t. Your family used to joke that it was supposed to be your Quirk—it just got lost in the mail somewhere, or stuck in your already clusterfucked excuse for DNA.

It’s how they came up with the name Siren.

But you didn’t use that name anymore.

You were trying to be good now.

The music swelled and thumped in your chest, all while you sipped your drink through a straw in the corner, unfocused and unfazed. As soon as you heard there was a pool at this place, it was constantly tugging at the back of your head. You wandered around the party, head buzzing with a mixture of substances and a booming baseline, and still somehow ended up within view of the back door. No matter where you went, your eyes still glanced to the alluring outside. Maybe it was the drugs, but the longer you stayed here, the urge for the water was becoming an almost desperate pull. Like for some reason you were drowning on air. Eventually, you caved and decided to find your date before bailing. You clicked your teeth a few times and the fox-like creature standing guard beside you followed close to your wheels.

Apollon was a Quirk Pet, named so because of his psychokinetic Quirk. When you insisted on moving to Japan of all places—where they had enemies even more troublesome than the constant mass of Heroes everywhere—and refused to take any of your family or their allies, refused to use your support devices anymore, refused anything more from your Villain life than the house and the store they gave you, this was was your adoptive moms’ final attempt at a safety net for you.

At first you resisted—Quirk Pets were a relatively new (and sometimes dubiously bred) accessory for the Quirkless elite or their children to feel special like the rest of society, and that kind of flash didn’t exactly fit your attempt at a normal civilian lifestyle. The only people that could afford one of those things were high-profile Villains and crooked billionaires. But since your usual mode of assistance at the time was even less fit for civilian life, and you sure as hell weren’t taking a bunch of nursing staff, you relented. Of course, it didn’t take you long to fall in love with the little bastard.

It was at least a good signal for the more seasoned Villains to know you were someone somehow. You were seen enough around these spots now that they mostly left you alone, lumping you in with the rest of the regular slumming civs—Villain arm candy, nightly entertainment—which you supposed was what you technically were now. Apollon was never a part of your Villain life, so while you were conflictingly more comfortable in seedier places like this, he was on edge, showing his teeth at anyone who got too close.

Which, despite sleeping with him for a while now, still included Dabi.

It was a casual arrangement between the two of you. Sometimes you asked, sometimes he did. Tonight was him. Need my girl for something, the text read. You could never refuse when he called you that. He needed a way to get into this party—for recruitment purposes, you guessed—and a pretty little thing like you could get an invite with a plus one a lot easier than he could. It’s about the only time he ever took you out for anything other than crashing at your place. For someone who called herself retired and put an ocean between herself and her old life for a reason, you should’ve said no. But without the issue of his dealings—which technically he did not tell you about, per your relationship rules, and you were not participating in whatsoever— a party was a party. You worked hard. You were trying to be good now. Other civs were here, and a lot more often than you were. If they were still allowed their normie cards, then there wasn’t any reason you couldn’t get down and dirty every once in a while without having an existential crisis over it.

…As long as by ‘Once in Awhile’, you meant ‘Any Time He Gave You An Excuse’.

The first few times you tagged along to one of these events, it was typical for nosey audiences to be watching the two of you. Now it was only the has-beens and wannabes that still bothered you. You think you hated Villains with lingering Hero complexes more than overbearing civilians. At least you expected the latter to think you were less than them.

Do you know who that is? They’d corner you with hushed voices when Dabi was out of ear-shot, their tone implying anything other than conscious agency from the crippled foreigner.

The pope. What do you fucking think?

You’d want to shout Do you know who I am? Because the covered tattoo on your shoulder would shut them up real quick. But the answer would be, no.

They didn’t know who you were. That was the point. You didn’t talk about that on purpose.

Siren didn’t exist anymore.

You were trying to be good.

Lucky you, it didn’t take much longer to find Dabi. Good news: the VIP space was very close to the poolside door. Bad news: Based on his body language, you weren’t leaving any time soon. Whatever he was doing, it was getting irritating. He had the same stoic posture as usual, just with an impatiently tapping foot. And he wasn’t with any of the other thugs you saw him with earlier, the ones you guessed he was trying to win over. They were a lot more uppity than the people he usually dealt with, way too high-brow and established to risk dealing with an upstart like the League. You could’ve spared him the time and energy from the second you saw them talking—they were not League fans. Their tune was all wrong. And even if they were, they were far from meeting the type of standards a group like the League would be looking for.

Not that you knew what those standards were, of course. You didn’t ask and you insisted that you didn’t wanna know. No details, no involvement—those were the conditions you set. It was just a guess, guessing didn’t count. All you were here for was the drugs, the drinks, and the eventual sex. You were trying to be good now.

You took another drink.

Zzt zzt.

The sound of your phone snapped you out of your spiraling.

{if I wanted some stalker freak staring at me I would’ve brought toga.}

Dabi took a swig of his drink while his phone rested in his freehand. He didn’t acknowledge you in any other way.

Finally, you smiled.

{It’s not my fault. Stop being the prettiest boy in the room~}

You could see him roll his eyes from here.

Dabi had been your favorite thing to watch since you met him. Watching, listening, whatever you wanted to call it. It was a habit of yours that you had no intention on breaking—your ever-growing excuse to keep Siren closer to the surface than you should.

All the world was a stage and every human had a harmony to perform, and it used to be your job to chart out the melodies. It was the one and only skill you had over your family. You were almost certain it played a large part in your moms’ decision to take you in. It was always something you could do—you listened to your targets until you memorized every beat. Then you added your voice. Timing your words to the rhythm of their heartbeat, adapting to the tempo of their bones, matching the key of their Quirk with perfect pitch. A single missed step or chord out of place and you noticed like blood in the water. They’d be so enthralled with the perfect duet that they never noticed your voice leading the song. They never noticed that it was your show now and they were the mimicking puppet, blissfully following you all the way to the inevitable end at the bottom of your family’s shark-infested ocean.

Dabi was no different. Granted, you weren’t trying to kill or extort him, and his melody was a lot harder to tape down than others, you’d give him that. To put it bluntly, it was unpleasant. Repellent was an even better word. It sounded wrong, cacophonous. Like…two different songs layered on top of each other and fighting for the lead. Far too bright and intense and hot to listen for long. But somehow, he took the stage and paired the noise with an effortless stride. His steps were controlled, steady. So deceptively quiet you almost didn’t notice him the first time he was in your store. You watched him turn the madness into the most elegant choreography you’d ever seen. A swan on the water.

If it was anyone else, you would’ve minded your business. But maybe you’d been good for so long that now, you were just bored enough Siren couldn’t resist the challenge. Maybe it wasn’t anything to do with his song, but how you were so homesick you couldn’t ignore someone who felt so familiar, so much like the walking ghosts you were used to. Either way, you hadn’t stopped watching him since.

Although the longer this went on, the more it felt like you were the one under the spell.

Dabi didn’t entertain you with a further response, instead downing the rest of his drink. The sloshing liquid made you feel like you were swaying with it. It felt like you were being rocked by the waves. You closed your eyes again. Waves made you think of swimming, and swimming made you think of the pool. You turned your gaze to the outside to catch a glimpse of the water, but all you could see was the top of a table’s umbrella.

It took about five more seconds for you to solidify your decision.

[Come outside with me] You text Dabi quickly but you were already moving toward the door.

[no. why.]

[Want the water]

[course you do.]

[=(((((( Don’t be mean. If they’re gonna keep you waiting around, you might as well wait with me.]

Again, he didn’t respond. You pouted at your phone. Unfortunately, you were just high enough to try your luck a little further.

[Pretty please? I want you to sit with me.]

He exhaled, his shoulders twitching just a bit more than they should. A knowing grin grew on your face. Exactly what you were looking for. You studied his steps. You charted impossible melodies. You hummed along with harmonies that made your mouth burn until finally, you followed the performance. You could keep up with him. After months of watching his flawless routine, there was only ever one misstep. The only note you had on him.

I want you.

Didn’t matter when, how, or why you said it. Whenever you told him you wanted him, there was always a sudden stutter in his rhythm. Expertly corrected, blink and you’d miss it. Every performer knew that the audience only recognized mistakes if you told them, and Dabi was nothing short of a professional. You thought that was why he was so good at this. No one ever watched long enough to know the difference.

But you did.

You could dance and sing with the boy in the water all you wanted, but once he bleeds you’ll remember you have fangs.

You memorized the note and sang it again. And again. You watched him trip on the sound of your words until your mouth watered. Curiosity turned predatory—the part of Siren you couldn’t kill. As soon as you found that perfect note of desire, you couldn't help but sing encore after encore until they drowned in it. It was a compulsion. You tried variations. Different tempos, different octaves. You swished the sound around in your mouth and probed your tongue along its edges like a missing tooth. Strangely, it tasted cold. You wondered if that was the appeal, if every refrain was like a single drop of rain on him.

I want you to listen to this with me! I think you’ll like it. (Fingers twitch.) When are you coming back? I want to see you. (Throat clears.) Do you like sweets? I want to make something for you! (Rubs his neck.) I want you to stay. (Jaw tightens.) Want you to kiss me. Want you to touch me. Want you, right there, please, please, please. (A hitched breath.) (A harder kiss.) (A choked moan.)

But he never gave you more than a flinch. Never more than a glance at the waves before he corrected. It drove you a little nuts. You wanted to see him fall. You wanted to pull him under. How long would you need to hold the note to break his performance? How many times did he need to hear your song before he loved your voice more than air? Dabi wouldn’t even tell you his name. He couldn’t be mad you were like this. It was like dangling himself on a hook and expecting you not to bite.

You were trying to be good, but you can't change your nature.

When he still didn’t give you a response, you sighed—dramatically enough that he could see your shoulders lift and fall with the motion—but didn’t bother pestering him further. There was a fine line between playful banter and being a pest when it came to Dabi, and you were getting quite proud of yourself for figuring out how to blur the boundaries, just enough to get under his skin in a good way. If anything, it made the sex better.

Instead, you clicked your teeth a few times for Apollon to follow you and help you out the door. The second the night air hit your face, you exhaled. You hadn’t realized how stifled you felt inside. Out here, everything was so still. You stopped moving and inhaled the moonlight. The silvery threads were cool and calming against your skin. It was like you stepped into the safety of a liminal space, outside of time, outside of the rest of the world. Only the dampened boom of the music to remind you of the real world waiting behind you.

When you opened your eyes again, the glow of the pool was waving along any surface it could reach. It kissed you with the same light, calling you. Apollon perched himself on the poolside table closest to you as you moved closer to the water. You kept moving until you reached the light, until the purples and blues lighting up the water rippled along your face. The closer you got, the more urgent it felt. Like something was lurking behind you and this was the only sanctuary.

There was a reason humans always searched for water to repent.

You snapped out of it when Apollon chirped with concern. He watched you from on top of the table, curled into a comfortable ball. Any closer and you would’ve sunk like a rock.

“Oh, stop. You’re not gonna let me fall in.” You laughed it off. Apollon responded best in English, by design. A small security measure to make sure he only responded to you. Not that he didn’t ignore everyone else anyway.

You pointed at your high heels. “Help me take these off.”

He made another quiet noise to let you know his hesitance, but did what you asked. Your heels floated from your feet first, then with another point, you floated down to the edge of the pool. Apollon kept pressure on your spine so you could sit up properly—you were a ragdoll outside of your wheelchair, even on a sober night. This way, you could dangle your feet in the pool.

You were weightless like this. It was the only time you could really move so easily. You didn’t even mind the freezing water. The cold forced you to take in a slow breath, and it was like the first breath you’ve taken all night. It cleared up your head a little, drifted you back to the floating cloud of your high. You closed your eyes and let yourself sway to the music. It changed to a song you knew, warped by the DJ to be slower and pitched down. It sounded distant and muffled, like you were listening underwater.

(“It’s a secret society. All we ask is trust. All we got is us…”)

You hummed along under your breath and lost yourself in the ripples of the water. The coolness kept the doubt away, so much so that you nearly forgot what made you so desperate to come outside in the first place.

And then you noticed the moon.

Or the lack thereof, rather. A waning crescent. The reflection glistened on top of the neon glow of the pool. A tiny sliver of light, uselessly persisting against its shadowy fate, even its reflection nearly swallowed by the dancing blue of the water. Your stomach twisted at the sight. Once again, you were suffocating. Peace evaporated just as soon as it arrived. Now the music only reminded you of what you were running from. The walls were closing in on you, just like that moon. It was only something you could avoid for so long.

You were trying to be good, but you can’t change fate. (”Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty…”)

If you want out, then be out. Your eldest sister’s voice echoed over the thumping bass in your head, the last thing she said to you after finding out about your recent flirting with Villainy. Her disappointed tone still shivered hollow in your bones. You could always tell when it was her talking and not the spirits using her Channeling Quirk—while they always twisted her features into the manic bloodthirst most were familiar with, she, herself, only ever looked tired. You haven’t seen or heard from her since, but her voice still haunted you like one of her ghosts. Looming in the shadows, like that moon’s underbelly, chastising your indecision.

Even now, Apollon could help you swim if you wanted. Would keep the water from getting into the tube in your throat. But this is all you do. It was the same problem no matter where you ran.

You can never commit.

("Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty…")

“What the hell are you doing?”

You jumped, once again getting snapped out of your spiraling. You tilted your head all the way back, Apollon supporting your movements but not enough to let you fall. Dabi was near the door, a cigarette dancing between his fingers now instead of a drink. His delicate face was scrunched up with a rare expressive look.

“There he is!” You smiled, bright and inebriated. There was a sigh of relief in your voice. Your favorite distraction, always in the nick of time. “I knew you’d miss me. Or were you just bored?”

“Wanted a smoke.” He mumbled around the stick now pressed between his lips, his expression returned to its usual sour scowl. He narrowed his eyes at you. “What’s wrong?”

“Just needed some air,” you said, swallowing the automatic ‘nothing’ and opting for more believable half-honesty. Dabi didn’t tell you his full truth, and right now you weren't interested in telling him yours. “Think I’m getting a bad trip. Got really paranoid all of a sudden.”

“Don’t get so fucked up I gotta deal with you crashin' later. ‘M not your babysitter.”

“Oh, such a Gentleman.”

Without another word, he cupped his hands around the cigarette, blue light sparking it to life. You watched him blow out a stream of smoke, staying downwind from you. He didn’t say anything more, so you signaled Apollon to sit you back up and returned to kicking at the water.

As soon as you weren't looking, you felt the blue embers of his gaze heating up your back again. You pretend you didn’t notice, only because you knew it drove him nuts. Another one of his rare tells. Dabi hated talking, but if he thought you were ignoring him you could nearly count to a beat when he’d speak again.

1. 2. 1-2-3-4—

Exhale.

“You fall into that, m’not fishin’ you out.”

You smiled to yourself. (”I’m always on your mind…”)

“That’s fine. I got Pollo.” You said with a shrug. You played your part well. Nonchalant and coy. You thought he liked it better when you pretended not to know what he wanted.

Apollon chirped smugly and Dabi scoffed again. You still weren't looking at him. Eventually, you heard him stomp out his cig, followed by his heavy footsteps. You feel the heat from his body before anything else. He sat behind you, just close enough to place his hands around your hips, but Apollon growled before he could fully reach you. A psychic pulse kept his hands from getting any closer, like a sudden field of gravity.

“Call off your damn beast,” Dabi snapped. Your snickering only made him more irritated.

“Pollo, be nice. Let him go.”

Another disapproving growl. He did what you asked, but laid down and kept an unflinching gaze on Dabi, waving his tail in the air to sense any changes before they happened. There was a grumble from Dabi you couldn’t make out, then his hands were finally on you. Warmer than you usually liked, but not completely uncomfortable. He was irritated. Maybe tired too.

“You’re freezing,” he said. His grip briefly tightened on you again, tugging you a little closer to him and out of the water before you placed your hands on his to stop him. The idea of leaving the water still made your stomach drop.

“Aww. You care about me.”

His voice sharpened. “You’re not much use to me sick, are you?”

“Guess not.” When he bristled at your matching sarcasm, you laughed under your breath. “So, I take it by your current winning attitude that recruitment isn’t going well?”

“Thought you didn’t wanna know the details?”

“It doesn’t count if I can guess.” You pouted. “But you’re right, you don’t have to tell me if—”

“No. It’s not going well,” Dabi snapped. Usually he played along a little longer. He must've been more tired than you thought.

He exhaled deeply, then you felt his forehead resting against your back. He grumbled against your skin.

“Waste of my fuckin’ time. Nothin’ but tasteless trash, as usual.”

“Don’t you usually kill them when they’re like that?” You started rubbing your thumb along the top of his hand, trying to aid the soothing process.

“Gotta squeeze some money out of ‘em first.”

“Oh? The League’s broke?” You said. “I can pack up some leftover food from the store if you need it.”

“Typically humans need more than sweets to live.”

“Damn, that’s wild. But see, there’s also this thing called takeout, and I have like, a real job, so I can exchange money for goods and services.”

“Doesn’t sound very uninvolved to me.”

You took back what you said—he was fine. You could feel his petty little smirk on your back. The banter was probably helping him recover, the bastard.

He didn’t give you a chance to respond before continuing. “Don’t you worry your pretty little head, doll. Haven’t starved yet, not gonna start now. Just got a few more negotiations before I can seal the deal.”

“Negotiations?” You quirked a skeptical eyebrow at him. “You know that ‘trash’ is planning on jumping you later, right?”

“Aw, you care about me.”

You smiled back, poisonously sweet. “Not very useful to me dead, are you?”

He shrugged. “Wouldn’t make much of a difference. I’m already dead.”

This time it was you that bristled at his answer.

He said it on purpose. You could feel the smirk still there. On a normal night, it would only be mildly irritating. You’d ignore it, or sidestep. He’d commented about being dead since you’ve known him—it was such a common statement out of his mouth that you wondered if he was trying to remind you or himself. Still, you always flinched. It never mattered that you knew what he was doing, that you heard the intentionally dropped beat in the performance every time, you always fell for the bait. He loved reminding you that it wasn't just you.

He had your number too.

“You know I don’t think that’s funny.” Your voice was uncharacteristically quiet. If he noticed, he ignored it.

“Wasn’t joking.”

Again, he was just as bad as you. Pressing the only button he knew just to hear how your voice stalled.

Just to see for a fact that he affected you.

Salt drenched your tongue and turned your voice bitter. It was to the point where you didn’t trust the sound it'd make if you spoke, so you swallowed it down to the best of your ability and focused back on the water. You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of hearing your sour notes. It was what he wanted after all. When Dabi was mean, his song turned cold. Feral flames swapped for a freezing arctic. It was a lot more effective on you. You could be as good as you wanted, but the ocean’s salt would always linger on your skin, and mixing salt with ice seared just like a flame.

Both of you were too stubborn to get off the stage first, so it was a frequent competition to see who would win: your drive to pull him under or his drive to push you away and prove himself right.

There was blood in the water and demons were just as hungry as sirens.

There was a long, tense silence between the two of you. Ignoring him worked just as well as anything you’d say or do. You’d silently steep in the toxic waves and poison you both before you gave in. But soon, you felt his mouth moving against your back. Slow, soft. Absent, even. It was something to do with his mouth other than suck on a cig, but most importantly it was something you couldn’t ignore. Even if you wouldn't talk to him, his presence was still undeniable.

For someone who insisted he was dead, he sure did hate when people acted like he wasn’t around.

He gradually inched up to your shoulder, then your neck. His body temperature slowly cooled to the usual warmth you sunk into. You hated how nice this was when you were still so irritated. Even with the tiniest touch, his heat spread through the branches of your veins like a good high. Fireworks bursting in slow motion. Champagne bubbles floating to the top until your head was swimming again. With your lack of muscle, it was hard as hell to gain warmth and just as easy to lose it. Dabi made you so spoiled. A few hours in his presence and you forgot how cold the rest of the world was without him. Even the water seemed warmer. You closed your eyes and sighed quietly. The sound morphed into a quiet hum under your breath.

“I noticed, by the way.”

Dabi’s voice interrupted the syrupy sound of your humming and pulled you back to your irritation. At some point, you leaned over for him to get a better angle at your neck. His mouth moved with a little more intention now, possession tinging his lips. There was no way you were going back inside without a few new marks to show for it. Dabi’s apologies were never spoken, only delivered in deeper kisses, lighter touches, softer words. Whatever he can to make you feel good.

“What?” Your voice still came out as a cross murmur.

“The thugs that are gonna jump me? I noticed,” he said. “Kill ‘em later. After I get you home.”

The word made you tense again. He said it so goddamn casually. He started slipping every now and then and calling your place ‘home’. You didn’t think it started intentionally, but as soon as he heard your voice shake in response, it was too late. It didn’t take long for an accident to turn into a test. Now he did it at least once every time you saw him. More so if he thought he made you legitimately upset. Whenever he spoke it, there was always a question hidden in the off beat. A whisper, something cold again. Like a toe in the water to make sure you really wouldn’t bite. (”Loyalty, Loyalty, Loyalty…”)

Normally, you would take the time to sing around his trap and answer correctly, dodging anything that would be too encouraging (or you’d scare him off) without being too discouraging (or you’d never hear that chilled vulnerability again). But tonight, it was especially irritating. That little timid voice still asking if it’s safe, like you would leave him for this littlest thing. Like you were the flight risk. Like he wasn’t the one literally reminding you that he would never stay. Nothing you want would ever stay. No matter how far you ran, no matter how good you pretended to be, you were doomed to watch it die and fade away, just like that moon.

How dare he call your place home when the only space he planned on claiming as his was six feet under.

You finally gave in and let the salt flavor your tongue. “It doesn’t matter anyway. I don’t fuck corpses.”

“Oh? Since when?”

“Since always, jackass.”

There was a brief pause before he shrugged again. ”Guess you can go home then.”

“Dabi.”

He laughed. A quiet, wheezy chuckle that paired perfectly with his smirk. It made an irritatingly pleasant shiver run along your thighs, even now. He returned his mouth below your ear and you let him.

“There’s my girl.”

“Yeah, yeah.” You scowled, but still decided to signal Apollon to let you slouch back into him. “Keep ruining my buzz like this and you won’t have to worry about the thugs. I’ll kill you myself.”

Another whispered sound of smug amusement brushed against your hair. “I’d let you try.”

“How romantic.”

The lazy rhythm of Dabi’s lips was replaced by the slow drag of his fingertips along your arm. Compared to the rest of him, his scarless fingers felt like silk. You wiggled yourself closer so your head was underneath his chin. You were barely in the water anymore. He was sneaky, tangling you further into the seductive heat of his body with every inch you relinquished to him from Apollon. It looked as cozy as it felt, you were sure.

But cozy or not, even this was calculated. You almost always did this after he said those stupid comments about dying or already being dead. Obviously he wasn’t. But he said it with such conviction, and the sound of his voice was never the right pitch for sarcasm or jokes. Despite what you could clearly see with your eyes, it always made you so anxious. So, in your cuddled position, you angled a little so your ear was against his chest, and you listened. It probably would’ve been even more subtle to check his pulse points, but Dabi’s wrists were covered in too much scar tissue for you to ever get a good reading. Instead, you could always hear it thudding along the healthy strip of his chest. After a few seconds, you would pull out your phone and use it to count.

It was always still beating. Maybe a little faster than it should be from all the stress he put his body under, but still beating. Still breathing. Still here.

Dying, maybe. But not dead.

You were very aware it was an important difference.

Once upon a time, it was just another part of the deal. Dabi was clearly hellbent on checking out, but that terminality was one of the main appeals. You knew what Villains were like. He was just as temporary as you were. This way, you could both get your kicks, you could get the teetering threat of relapse out of your system, and there wouldn’t be any reason for attachments when you both knew exactly what you were getting into. Limited time was built in the design. Quick, easy, painless.

You wonder if he used the same justifications for you in the beginning.

You wonder if it was backfiring for him the same way.

It was why you left. You spent your whole life being told and expecting that you would be the buried, not the burier. It was the bond your whole villainy was based off of. Everyone was dying here. You were all on a train to Hell one way or another. It didn’t matter how or why. You all had the same destination, the same rage, the same brutal apathy. Death was inevitable, and the only thing that mattered was making sure every Hero fuck that signed your sentence felt it when you finally reached that stop. It was a lot less scary when you had people to laugh about it with. It was spoken like a badge of honor. Yeah, the world wants me dead too. Come on in.

And then you woke up one day with the audacity to want to live. (”I’m hangin’ on the fence again…”)

The realization gnawed at you with panicked desperation. You looked around and discovered that everyone you loved was dying much faster than you, killing themselves in a blaze of glory. This wasn’t a party, it was a suicide pact. None of the civs or the Heroes tried to intervene because this was the point—the job was being done for them. The only way to win the game was to not play at all. Get to the exit. Live.

But it was what the Heroes never understood, and something you should’ve known better.

Everyone else always knew where the exit was.

It was always there, in blinking neon, unlocked and unguarded. Anyone could leave whenever they wanted. It’s why no one tried to stop you. This was what your Moms did, after all, since they retired from their own battle wounds—worked in the shadows, helped those who wanted out disappear without a trace, supported those who didn’t, take in the unwanted in-betweens until they could make a choice. Like you. Like your family. Like your sister.

Everyone knew they were free to go, but there was never anything to save.

And this is what Heroes would never understand. Why things would never get better until the question was addressed. They could point out the exit sign all they wanted, try to heroically lead them into a bright new future, but every Villain would always ask the same thing:

Why?

You didn’t think you’d be waiting here, dancing with the burning boy on the train tracks, if you ever found a good answer.

(”10-4, no switchin’ sides…”)

You looked up at him without moving your head. His eyes were fixed on the still water with an empty gaze. He was somewhere far away, farther than you could reach. Sometimes Dabi looked so goddamn fragile you thought you’d split at the seams, like him. The blue reflection from the water danced along his skin like his flames, and he looked so beautiful in your element that your chest ached at the unfairness of it all. You never wanted a Quirk more in your life. You wanted to be able to hum and wrap his wounds in water. Put the pain that was so loudly screaming out of his skin to rest with soft, cool lullabies. Whisper a single sound and keep him here with you a little longer.

You insisted that you didn’t want to be involved, but you started keeping ice packs and bandages tucked away for him, in the same spot as the black market quirk suppressants you still keep for your sister, just in case. The occult and mysticism books you borrowed about restless ghosts were piled with the new highlighted articles about burn wounds. You memorized the numbers of Dabi’s burner phones like everyone in your family, and you couldn’t help clocking the twitches and tells of the men he talks to like you were still a good spy for the cause. You let him stay in your house, your bed.

You let him hear you sing. (”Ain’t no other love like the one I know…”)

Sometimes, on the rare occasions you woke up before him, and he was still sleeping softly next to you, you thought about telling Apollon to bring you the syringe in the cupboard. They only worked for about two hours on your sister anymore, but you were sure Dabi wouldn’t have as much of a tolerance. You could keep him from going back out there. Without a Quirk, Apollon could easily keep him from running away or trying to fight. He would be safe, and you could finally, finally do something other than watch while those you loved destroyed themselves. There was no need to go back inside. It’s safer in the water. Stay, stay, stay.

But you can never commit.

You were trying to be good.

The song was long over but it still played in your head. (”Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty”)

It haunted you with a demand you couldn’t run from. (”Tell me who you’re loyal to”) You said you wanted to move far away from your old life, but you made sure that your store was far on the outskirts of town, off the path for Heroes, easily accessible for any undesirables that might need some bread or sweets, or a place to warm up…or flowers for their mom. You said you didn’t want to be a Villain anymore, but you wouldn’t serve licensed Heroes.

(”I said, tell me who you’re loyal to”) You refused to use your support items, but the metal rings around your fingers never felt as heavy as when you were sitting on the train, listening to the civs gush about Heroes. You were trying to be good, but you listened to them cheer and celebrate the capture of the ones like you—the people you love (“Does it start with your woman or your man?”)—and your perfect pitch stalls. It was the one note you couldn't hit. They made you want to honey your voice like you used to, lead them along like oblivious puppets. Warp the role of non-threatening into a eulogy for the ones that forced it on you, the last sound they ever heard before the snarls of your family’s bloodthirsty Quirks. (“Does it end with your family and friends?”)

But then you remember what happened last time. The blood. The screaming. Something suffocating on itself. It was why you left, wasn’t it? You knew better. There was only one thing this life could give you. You were cursed just like that moon. At some point, there would be no more delaying it. It felt right, it felt like home, but when you woke in the morning there was no one left but you.

So in the end, you always kept your mouth clenched shut.

You were trying to be good.

(”Are you loyal to yourself in advance?”)

“Dabi.” You spoke with your own eyes on the water, fixated on the rippling moon. “Can we go?”

“Now?”

You nodded. There was a sudden spark of urgency inside you. You couldn’t stand to be in this place for another second. You were trying to be good now. There was a house waiting for you. For him. You didn't have to go back in there. You could lock yourselves behind those doors and sing until he didn’t remember there was a life before your voice, until his touch burned the blood from your skin and finally made you clean again. You would cling to what you loved until you wasted away or they did, and not a second sooner.

You tilted your head to kiss Dabi’s neck. Just a single, soft smooch. You knew he couldn’t feel it there, but you always did it anyway, leaving a bright red lipstick mark as proof. Mine. If you weren't allowed anything else, this counted as something.

“Want you.” You looked up at him from the crook of his neck. It was the truest thing you said all night. “Please?”

He stared at you. The full force of his sapphire eyes was disarming, like his own siren charm. You could tell that he was studying your face for something. Like he knew there was more to your shifting mood tonight than a bad trip. There was something hidden in your notes—something silent, something off. But you wouldn’t let him hear it. He wouldn’t even tell you his name. He didn’t want to know. You didn’t want to tell him.

“Yeah. Alright.” His stare never wavered, like he was still focused on listening. But when you still wouldn’t give him what he was searching for, he started to move. “They should be back by now.”

He whistled at Apollon and nodded his head toward you. For as much as they didn’t like each other, they’d gotten into a groove. Moving in time with their own routine, at least when it came to you. It was a seamless transition—you barely had the chance to wobble before the weightless feeling of your pet’s Quirk replaced his embrace.

But as soon as Dabi left, you shuttered. It was a jarring shock. The cold seeped into your bones until your limbs were heavy with ice. You cussed with chattering teeth. Apollon floated you back in your chair quick enough, but the cold overshadowed everything. It caused time to start again. How long had you been out here? When did the song change? You didn’t recognize it. The bass thumped in your chest to an ominous rhythm that felt more like a hungry threat. The growl of the inevitable before it swallowed you whole. It was enough to snuff out what little sparks of resistance you were gaining. Instead, they were replaced with a desperate need. You kept saying you didn’t want to be involved, but what good was abstinence when this was your reward? The water kept you safe and secure, but what was the point of safety without warmth?

You were trying to be good, but you were so, so cold.

“You comin’?” Dabi turned to your shivering form. You heard the ghostly echo of a familiar song, refusing to die, whispering with his waiting steps and wrenching itself in the center of your ribs.

(”All I want is, all I want is…”)

“Yeah.” Your voice is a resignation. Out of the cold, but into the dark.

At least he’s a light.

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Villain Masterlist

Tomura Shigaraki

dating tomura shigaraki - headcanons

gamer boyfriend shigaraki - headcanons

Touya Todoroki / Dabi

patching up shigaraki after a battle - headcanons

yandere shigaraki crushing on his neighbour - headcanons

dating dabi/touya todoroki - headcanons

patching up touya todoroki - headcanons

dabi with a s/o who has a healing quirk - headcanons

dabi comforting you after a break up - headcanons

dabi with a s/o who's sensitive to loud noises - headcanons

friends with benefits hawks & dabi - headcanons

Jin Bubaigawara / Twice

romance is not dead (yet) - oneshot

Shuichi Iguchi / Spinner

dating spinner / shuichi iguchi - headcanons

having your first fight with spinner - headcanons

Atsuhiro Sako/Mr. Compress

breaking up with mr. compress - headcanons

Himiko Toga

dating himiko toga - headcanons

himiko with a s/o who likes her smile - headcanons

Oboro Shirakumo / Kurogiri

memories of who we used to be - oneshot

Kai Chisaki / Overhaul

call me your favorite, call me the worst - oneshot

Kaina Tsutsumi / Lady Nagant

being in a poly relationship with mirko and lady nagant - headcanons

Akaguro Chizome/Stain

stain meeting a shapeshifter - headcanons

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Dabi (Touya Todoroki): Broken is a Good Look On You

♡ ♡ ~ You accidentally stumble into a LoV hideout. What happens after Dabi volunteers to keep watch over you? ~ ♡ ♡ Masterlist | More My Hero Academia

Dabi (Touya Todoroki) x Fem!Reader

wc: 4.4K

cw: Minors DNI! nsfw, CNC, Pain play, Piercings, Yandere behavior, Hurt/Comfort, Kidnapping

Notes: originally posted on ao3

You can feel each staple across his palm as it digs into your soft skin. He currently had you against the wall, lifting you by the neck and pressing you into the exposed brick behind you. The coarse material dug into your back as you locked eyes with your captor.

Dabi

As you struggled to breathe, you could only writhe under his grasp as he took in your smaller form. His grip tightened at your movements, cutting off even more of your airway. He was getting frustrated with your fight against him.

“Stop struggling, or you won’t like what comes next.”

He grinned down at you, noticing the moment his words register in your head. You stopped fighting his grip then, relaxing your body against his. After a moment passes, he releases his hold on you.

Your body crumpled to the floor. As you hunch over at his feet, you struggle to catch your own breath. Minutes tick by as he watches you heave for oxygen below him. Finally, you look up.

He stood over you. Although you’ve gotten used to his presence, you never really took him in until this moment. Your eyes bulge in shock as you take in his massive size compared to your own smaller stature. Tall and fit to perfection, you notice not even his scars can hide his masculine features. He only wore dark pants and a white t-shirt, showing off his strong chest and build. As you trail your eyes upward, he notices you staring. Dabi’s eyes meet yours as he grins down at you.

Cool leather kisses your jaw as you feel his booted foot tilt your head up to him. His hands were in his pockets, looking down at you with a nonchalant and uncaring gaze. Locking eyes with yours, his smile widens with malice.

“You don’t look too bad from up here, Princess. Broken is a good look on you.”

Reaching down, Dabi replaces his boot with a hand. This time, instead of gripping your neck he tilts your jaw towards him, the gesture surprisingly soft. He pauses to gauge your reaction, reading your emotions to determine his next actions.

Fuck it, he thought.

Crouching down, he pulls your face in. Hot lips meet yours as he holds your head to his.

You begin to panic at the realization of what Dabi is doing. This isn’t what you wanted, nor expected, when stumbling into the League of Villains’ hideout.

It’s been a few days now. You didn’t mean to do it, you were just walking along minding your own business when your curiosity got the best of you.

You thought it was just a regular bar, but when you soon realized it was the infamous Shigaraki’s hideout, things soon changed. If you weren’t such a dummy and kept your cool, you wouldn’t have been captured in the first place.

At first they didn’t know what to do with you, most wanted to kill you immediately. But things changed once Dabi volunteered to watch over you until they could figure out whether you had a valuable quirk or not.

So here you’ve been, locked in an abandoned room with continuous checkups from the flame user himself. A man with a quirk that could incinerate you instantly. A man that currently slipped his tongue inside your mouth. A man that, although you hate to admit, you were attracted to.

You groaned under him at his sudden actions, trying desperately to pull yourself from him. His face moves away from yours as he takes in your swollen lips.

He teases you with his words, “C’mon Princess… this'll be fun, I know you’re into it…”

Dabi leans back into you, cupping your face in both hands as he presses his lips to yours once more.

You don’t want him to continue, but heat starts to build up inside of you. Your body wins its fight against your mind as your lips welcome his warm embrace.

His pierced tongue enters your mouth forcefully, wrapping around yours and playing with it. You try to keep your mind blank, letting him have his way with you without showing much of a reaction. Cold metal dances along your tongue, you could clearly make out the taste of him. Iron and a sort of smokiness takes over your senses. Surprisingly, you don’t seem to hate it… It was masculine and warm, almost welcoming as his dominance engulfed you.

It’s just easier to give in, you think. Maybe he’ll be quick and let me go.

Dabi moved a hand to grip your hair, pulling your head back and forcing your gaze on his. You whimpered at the sudden pain. He smiled down at you, thinking about how pretty you looked like that.

“My my… we’ve barely just begun and you’re already a mess. This’ll be more fun than I thought…”

His sentence trails off as he kisses your lips one last time, biting down on your bottom lip before pulling away. The action elicited a moan from you, a sound he quickly found himself enjoying.

Standing up, Dabi never releases his hold on your head. He dragged you towards the old bed in the room that you’ve been imprisoned in, a mattress on a squeaky box spring. No pillows, no blanket, he had nothing to move out of his way.

His pull on your hair had tears leaking from your eyes; pain radiated from your scalp. With his strength, he threw you onto the bed.

Quickly, you turned yourself to face him, pushing yourself up the bed in an attempt to put space between the two of you. His smile was mean.

“You know you can’t escape, Princess… just give in and maybe you’ll enjoy this too.”

Dabi slowly removed his pants, undoing his belt as he watched you shiver in fear on the mattress. Bringing his pants down, his grins at your reaction to his growing bulge.

Your eyes widen at the sight, you don’t want to know what’s behind the tight tent of his boxer briefs. Looking at the size of it, you know it’s huge without even seeing it in the flesh.

“Dabi… please…” You try to plead with him.

“Please? Please what, Y/n? Please fuck you?”

He laughs then. It was deep and maniacal. He truly was crazy.

“Well, if you insist….”

Removing his shirt, he kneels on the bed before you. He cages your body between his arms as you lay beneath him.

Your tears were dry now as you looked up at him. You knew he wasn’t going to let you go, he would never betray Shigaraki’s orders. With one last pleading look, you accepted your fate.

He leaned down towards you and placed a hard kiss on your mouth. Your eyes shut tight, not wanting to think too much about what was happening. Maybe he was right, you could enjoy this too?

His mouth left hot kisses across your jaw as you turned your head to the side. You could feel his smile against your neck as he sucked your soft skin, leaving marks and bruises in his path. He places a hand on your waist and you tense, your eyes opening to lock eyes with his.

“Relax, Princess. This won’t hurt…” He grins, “unless you move too much.”

His palm starts to heat against you, a small flame ignites your clothing. Your breath hitches, you try to follow his orders to stay as still as you can. Your clothing catches fire from his palm, the controlled burn working its way from the spot he touched.

You look down as you watch the flames dance along your clothing, burning everything in sight. After a few moments, you were left in nothing, black ash was all that remained of your clothes. Completely nude, you felt even more vulnerable than before.

Dabi takes your body in with greedy eyes, groaning at the view of your budded nipples now that they were exposed to the cold room. Immediately, his lips lock on one and he sucks. You moan as his tongue circles it, a warm hand coming up to play with the other. He switches between the two, leaving bite marks across your chest.

You groaned out at his touch, he was gifting you with bits of pleasure followed by short bites of pain. The opposite feelings were messing with your head, you needed more from him.

After a sharp pop of his mouth on your nipple, he looks up at you from his place at your chest, waiting to hear your pleas.

“Dabi…”

Gloating from your desperate tone, he massaged your breasts at a slow, leisure pace. Tweaking your nipples, he had you moaning for him once more.

“What do you need, Princess?” He asks you.

Lost in your own thoughts, you tried bargaining with yourself… were you really about to stoop so low as to beg this villain for pleasure?

A sharp pinch suddenly made you yelp.

“Y/n, I am not a patient man… tell me what you want.”

“I-I… I need you.. Please…”

“And where do you need me…?” He smiles.

You gave in, knowing you’d tell him anything at this point.

“I need you to touch me… down there… please, Dabi…”

He loved to see that look on your face, couldn’t wait to have you dumb on his cock. He was giddy at the thought of seeing you drool for him.

“I’m not just going to touch you, Y/N. I’m going to fuck you until you break….”

His harsh words registered in your mind, you had no choice but to submit. Dabi knew that he had won when your only response to his words was a soft moan.

He growled before taking your hands and holding them over you. As he licked and sucked your neck, a free hand came down to play with your core. Having him touch the place you needed him most, your legs immediately parted. He moaned into your ear the moment he felt your wetness.

All the heat that had been building inside of you collected itself at your center. Dabi’s teasing words and promises turned you on.

Rough fingers met your folds as he groaned at your wetness. He ran his fingers up and down your dewy lips as he continued his taunts.

“Mmmm…you’re so wet, Y/N. Do I have you all hot and bothered?” He whispers into your ear.

His teeth bite your ear lobe, teasing you even more with soft licks and pants. It was messing with your mind as you parted your legs even further.

He took your open opportunity to finally sink a finger inside of you. You moaned out at the intrusion as he caressed your walls.

“So fucking tight… we’re gonna have so much fun babygirl..”

The pet name had you blushing, you didn’t expect him to be so good at treating you like this. Originally you thought he would just fuck you dry….but this is different. This is one of your worst fears coming true. Dabi was acting in a way that would make you come crawling back, and that thought scared you the most.

Another finger entered your pussy, you could hear how wet you were for him. You couldn’t help it, it felt so good. The flame user was playing you like a fiddle.

Suddenly he shifted, increasing the pace of his fingers, curling them up into your softest spot. He was determined to bring you to orgasm at least once before ruining you.

“Cum for me, Princess…. That’s it, cum on my hand…”

His palm slapped your clit with light movements, your moans filled the room. As you climbed to your peak, all you could do was lock eyes with him as he watched you come undone.

“Fuck- I’m… I’m cumming…” you groaned out.

White filled your vision as you came on Dabi’s hand. He slowed the pace of his fingers as your body went limp beneath him. He removed his hand from your pussy, admiring the juices that coated him.

“So fucking pretty like that…. You’re such a good girl.”

He was petting the top of your head like a dog, showering you in praise. Your fucked-out face looked up at him as you relished his words. He noticed that his fingers were still coated in your finish, bringing them up to your lips.

His soft smile turned into a grin of malice as he stuck his fingers into your mouth. You immediately gagged on his digits, tasting yourself on them. The harsh action waking you up from your bliss.

“There we go… such a good slut, cleaning my fingers.. Suck on them,” he said, pushing his hand far enough to trigger a gag from you. “Fuck… that noise makes me hard.”

Removing his hand from your mouth, he pulls your face up and kisses you. He could taste your release on your soft lips as he moaned into you.

Dabi reaches for one of your hands, bringing it up to his boxers and placing it on his clothed erection with a smirk on his lips. You gasp out at how hard he is.

“Don’t just sit there Princess.. Play with me…” He teases you, smiling at the shock on your face.

Hesitantly, you pull his boxers down. His hard cock springs free, slapping against his scarred stomach. He was huge… Long and thick, he had veins that danced around his shaft. Right beneath his flushed tip, a sparkle of jewelry sat. The barbell caught your eyes as you reached in and touched it with your thumb.

He hissed through his teeth, “Careful baby girl… I’m pretty sensitive right now. Although I’d love to finish on your face, your sweet cunt is too tempting..”

You blush at his perverted words, but continue with your actions. Wrapping a hand around his girth, you pump him slowly, eliciting swears from his lips. Confidence building, you stick your tongue out towards his tip, licking his slit and collecting the precum that pooled there.

Groaning, he grips your head and guides your mouth onto his length. Bracing yourself on the bed, you let him take control. He growls out when you stick your tongue out, dancing across his piercing the bottom of his cockhead.

Drool drips from your lips as he looks down at your face, he smiles before holding your head still. Suddenly, he slams his dick into your throat, forcing you to swallow his length.

You begin to panic when he doesn’t move and tears start to pool in your eyes.

“Relax your throat, Y/N…Fuck- it feels so good…”

He pulls out after a moment of listening to your struggles, only to slam himself back in. He fucked your throat fast and all you could do was take it. His erection was heavy in your mouth, with each thrust your nose met his base. You were surrounded with his scent, it completely consumed you. The saltiness from your tears mixed with your spit and his precum. His balls slapped your chin, picking up the drool from your mouth. Dabi looked down and groaned at the mess beneath him.

“Fuck princess.. That’s it…shit- so pretty like that, just for me…”

He knew he needed to stop before he finished too quickly. Reluctantly, he stilled himself inside your throat. Your panic soon ceased as you massaged his dick with your tongue. Dabi swore once more before pulling himself out of you with a pop on your lips on his tip.

Not waiting anymore, he grabs you by the hair once again, making you cry out.

“Shut up, whore… you’re here to be used as a hole, now put your ass in the air.”

Shifting your positions, he throws you onto your stomach and lifts your hips up. You were keen on listening to his demands, so you arch your back and put your butt in the air like he asked.

Hot hands massage your ass cheeks, almost too warm to bear but you don’t think about trying to move out of the way. His actions and words have you confused, one moment he’s soft and giving, the next he’s angry and taking it out on you. You think about how he’s more hot and cold rather than just hot…

Those thoughts are soon washed from your mind as you feel the bite of the staples on his palm. One, two, three times he spanks you. The cracks of his hand on your ass echoes through the quiet room.

You cry out, body shifting forward from his force. Immediately you put yourself back into position, not wanting to feel the wrath of his flames as well. You sniffled as the pain increased from his spankings, your backside felt like it was on fire.

“What’s this?” He asks, “Are you crying now?” He stops his movements, placing his palms back on your ass cheeks and massaging the painful bruises.

“N-no…” you hiccup, wiping your tears on the mattress under you.

“Well suck it up, Princess… only babies cry.” He laughs then, taunting your tears and pain.

His words make you angry. Not thinking, you scream out, “Fuck you, Dabi!”

A tense silence fills the room.

You couldn’t believe the words that just fell from your lips. His stillness was brooding; it didn’t help that you still couldn’t see him with your face smashed into the bed.

Nails begin to dig into the fat of your ass, squeezing rather than massaging. A hand removes itself…. Only to come down hard on your backside. You scream at the burning pain he’s left on you; you felt like you were on fire.

Dabi activated his quirk this time, you were sure of it. The burning sensation radiated an unpleasant numbness on your behind, soon molting into a throbbing sensation... You couldn’t believe what was happening, the motherfucker just branded you.

“Now now, Y/n… that should teach you a fucking lesson. You’ll be sure to remember me for the rest of your life.”

You didn’t want to know what the damage was, the pain was blinding as you did your best not to pass out. Soft sniffles filled the room’s silence as you tried your best not to allow him your tears, not that he cared anyway.

Continuing his actions as if nothing happened, he spreads your cheeks and smiles at what he finds.

“You must be a little bit of a masochist, huh? You’re soaked down there, Princess…”

He runs his fingers up and down your folds. Despite the pain you were in, the pleasure it gives you is almost amplified against the soreness of your backside. You moan under his gentle touch.

Again, he’s messing with your head by treating you softly after the torment of his quirk. Continuing, you feel his fingers replaced by something else.

The tip of his dick probes your entrance, collecting your wetness before slowly lining himself up. At a steady pace, he pushes past your lower lips into your pussy.

“Fuck- you’re so tight babygirl, just for me right?” He teases you.

You groan as he pushes himself inside of you, taking his time until he is fully seated at the base. His long cock filled your pussy, you could feel him push up against your womb. His girth stretched you, making you feel impossibly full. With a quick pump of his hips, he slowly sets his pace.

Dabi’s hips grinded against yours as you could feel his erection swirl inside of you, he was teasing you again… driving you crazy with low-building pleasure.

His indulgence drove your need as you bulked your hips back into him. He squeezed your hips in control, not fully appreciating you trying to take the reins.

“Uh-uh Princess, you’re gonna lay there and let me use you like the little cocklseeve you are…” He says, picking up his pace.

He pulls out of you completely before slamming back inside. Your pussy squelched around him, the sound making his mind feral as he fucked into you.

“That’s right, Y/N baby… You love it when I fuck you like this, right? My little slut… it was like you were made for me,” he screamed between thrusts.

“Fu–fuck, Dabi… please… more!” You gasped, pain long forgotten at the harshness of his hips.

His dirty words edged you towards yet another orgasm, you were sure to get drunk on his cock. It felt like a hot spear inside of you, stirring your insides as he pounded your pussy into the shape of him.

The sound of your hips slapping against one another filled the room as he moved his hands to your shoulders, bringing your front half up. Using your body as leverage, his thrusts became brutal. “God- your pussy is like a dream, I just don’t think I can give this up Princess…I might just have to make you all mine…”

His words died as you squeezed around him, milking him for his seed. He’s never had a better lay, and he might just have to follow through on his promises.

Moving a hand to your throat, he drags you up towards his front. Squeezing your neck, he chokes you as his other hand toys with your clit. You struggle against his grasp, his movements alongside his brutal thrusts were driving you insane. It was all too much to bear, but he’ll be damned if he didn’t love the way your overstimulated pussy clenched around him.

“That’s right baby girl…” he whispered into your ear, “cum on my cock…”

“Please… fuck… I-I’m cumming!” You scream out at him, your body tensed as your pussy creamed around his hard member.

Dabi moans out at the feeling of you finishing around him. He continues fucking himself into your wet hole, twirling your clit between two fingers.

Your realization that he wasn’t stopping caused you to panic, you struggled against his grasp but his hand tightened around your neck.

“P-please… Dabi…stop- too much!” You beg him.

“I don’t think so… you can give me another one, can’t you? You know you love it.. Cum again for me Y/N.” He groans into your ear, a tongue sticking out to lick and nibble it.

He pants into your ear as he holds you from your struggles. You weren’t getting away from him and your orgasm came fast. Sharp bolts of pleasure washed over your body as Dabi stole your screams in a hard kiss.

Swallowing your moans, he rode out your third orgasm of the night, hips softly pumping into you as your hole clenched his cock.

After a few more pumps, he released his grip on you as your body fell back into the bed. Still seated inside of you, he admired the ring of cream your pussy left on the base of his erection.

“I’m far from being done with you Princess…”

Lifting your body, he quickly flips you over to face him. You let out a moan as he slips his cock back into your wet slit.

“Dabi… please… no more…”

You try to reason with him, the pleasure and pain of it all had your vision dancing with black dots. You couldn’t concentrate on one feeling over the other, the overstimulation was too much.

Not that he cared, though.

Placing his hands behind the backs of your knees, the staples on his skin dig into you as you he lifts your lower half into the air. You were folded beneath him, your legs being held up towards your shoulders.

He loved seeing you submissive like this infront of him, just another hole to take his cum. The thought of filling you up drove him insane with need. Uncaring, he slammed his hips down into your weeping cunt.

You screamed at the brutal pace he set, his strength showing as he held you down beneath him. You were folded like a pretzel as he drove into you with force, using you as a sleeve for his cock. Every sound that left your mouth was an unintelligible slur of words.

Dabi’s manic laugh fills the room alongside the wet sounds of your pussy; pounding into you as he spears you with his erection. “That’s right, Y/n! Take my cock like the little slut you are. You gonna take my load too, right pretty girl?”

Your eyes widen at his words as you try to push him off. He was too strong, no longer could you feel your legs, all you had was the pleasure he so freely gave you.

He slammed his hips down into your soft walls, open for his taking as he fucked you into the bed. Your head rocked back and fat tears fell down your fucked-out face. He admired your red, swollen lips before taking a hand and turning your face to his.

Warm lips came down on your own, capturing you in a sinful kiss.

The flame user locked you in his embrace, and after a few more heavy thrusts, he sheaths himself fully inside of you. Hot ropes of cum decorate your soft walls as your cunt milks him dry. Pumping his hips, Dabi ensures you take every last drop of his seed. He groans into your kiss, tongues dancing with one another as you moan into his mouth.

You felt incredibly full under him, both of you pant to catch your breath, pulling your mouths away from one another. He looks down at your face, admiring your post-fuck blush while taking his thumb to caress your cheek softly.

With one last glance, he lifts himself from you, pulling his member from your soaked cunt. Pausing, he watched as his load leaks from your hole, pooling onto the mattress under you. A condescending smirk spreads across his face as he admires his own handy work.

Your body was exhausted, the pain of your backside now a light throbbing sensation. Not having to look down, you knew your body was covered in burns and bruises. You whimper when you feel a hand massage your soft flesh.

“You know what Princess.. I think I might just have to keep you.”

Looking up at his words, your eyes go wide in shock. Once again, his gentle touch turns harsh as his smile turns malicious.

Hopefully he was too lost in his own enjoyment to notice your healing quirk has kicked in.

He wasn’t.

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