#dabi treats! 🍬

[crybaby-bkg]

Dabi is sooo stray cat coded to me. you find him hurt and bleeding near your house one day, and maybe you only clean his wounds and feed him whatever you had in the fridge, and he just keeps coming back. keeps finding a reason to return to you—he left his phone charger—he never returned your Tupperware—he needs the recipe for that one dish you made that one time even though he knows it’s just a gateway for you to cook it for him again.

and after a while, you just start inviting him in with no hesitation or need of an excuse. he’s such a stray cat kinda dude, just slinks in whenever he feels like it. knocks things over because he finds your reactions funny. steals your food and your warmth and your side of the bed.

after a while, you two fall into a routine with each other. he comes over and messes with you until he gets bored and leaves again, only to pop up in fewer intervals every time. but, as time goes on, in those moments, he just likes to watch you. keep his hands to himself—sometimes—and admires your daily routine. thinks to himself that this is what normalcy is like, asks himself why does he crave it with you so badly?

Dabi watches you from the corner of your bed as you sit in front of your mirror to dab on your makeup. he’s learned what the hell primer and bronzer is and the quickest way to do eyeliner, and it fascinates him more than it should. he watches you prance out of the bathroom after a shower in just your underwear and a towel on your head. how you lather your skin in these fancy oils and body butters, but finds himself asking if they’re safe on still healing burned skin.

he watches you cook him dinner and clean the living room and enjoy your shitty music and tv shows and cry over your dumb romance books and he just. he just can’t believe he’s fallen into this domesticity with you, this normalcy, as he finds himself not watching anymore but doing—with you, beside you. and he finds that he likes it. just a little.

#I love this dude fr #I had a dream about him last night #actually I had two dreams #and one was about me being obsessed w this girl after she saved me #but she hated me bc she wasn’t gay lmfao #BUT HIS dream I don’t even remember honestly #just us sitting in a room painted orange with a bunch of Knick knacks in it #idk I’ve been having like twenty dreams a night #ANYWAY I’m obsessed w him vury much so #ALSO I got some chunky yarn for crocheting so wish me luck in trying it again!!!! #—new treat in the streets! 🍫 #dabi treats! 🍬

[thebnha-auhoard]

Ask game for Worst Time please! Have some treats!🧁🧁🧁🍭🍭🍭🍭🍬🍬🍬🍬🍫🍫🍫🍫🍩🍩🍩🍩🍪🍪🍪🍪🧋🧋🧋🧋🍡🍡🍡🍡

Oh sweet food. Anyways Anon sorry it took so long. Here the Worst Time stuff for ya.

1. All the Time Travelers use fake names. They all use fake names because you know. Let's not destroy the timeline by introducing us early. Shouto of course uses the name "Dabi", after the OC that his older brother Touya made when he was younger. It seems like a great way to honor his memory. (In the background you can see the League wheezing in laughter and fully encouraging Shouto to use that name while Dabi is just having the worst time of his life)

2. The Timeline works in a way that Back to the Future timeline kind of works. You change one thing and you kind of change the whole entire present day/future. So the moment the time travelers get back to the present day, things have changed. Not so much that canon really diverged much but enough for them to notice that things are different. Another thing is that they all are going to periodically get memories of the new timeline version. So basically now they have two set of memories, Original Timeline and New Timeline. They sometimes confuse the two together so at some point they just have a huge ass board of the timelines.

3. Harima Oji is the grumpiest person ever. And what I mean by that is that the first thing he does when he sees the Time Travelers is judge them incredibly for getting injured and when he saw Sako coughing from just the shock of meeting his ancestor he said "Can you tell your friend to stop dying. I can't help people who are dying." He's still dramatic but you know I would be grumpy too if someone went and dropped off a ton of people on your doorstep because, as Bruce said it "You're the best med student ever" ("Bruce we both dropped out before residency and I was going into the veterinarian field.")

4. Kudou in this au is loyal to All For One but in the original timeline he defected about two months after Yoichi gets vaulted. This did not happen and will not happen until a compromise is made and now Kudou has essentially taken Midoriya and Yoichi hostage while the rest of the group is just vibrating in terror and trying to get him to change sides fast and not get shot.

5. All For One has gained interest in Midoriya after their first meeting. All For One tried to rip Bakugou's Quirk away from him and Midoriya used all of One For All and demanded him to "Give it Back". Now All For One is interested and wants to vault him and Yoichi.

#my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bnha au #mha au #my hero academia au #boku no hero academia au #the worst time to be in au #todoroki shouto #dabi #mha dabi #bnha dabi #harima oji #midoriya izuku #second ofa user #all for one #ask #again sorry for the long wait

[zanyana626]

Thanks for the treats, @lemonwerewolf! 🍬🥰

I sadly didn't get enough sour candies in my trick-or-treat stash this year, but I'll take anything sour AND Dabi-related! 🔥

#ana speaks #artists on tumblr #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #halloween vibes #dabi #toya todoroki

[crybaby-bkg]

Sleazy Dabi who likes going for the sweet ones, the ones who can hardly look him in the eye and hesitate a little when he gets close to them. The ones who always chuckle nervously when he starts flirting, whose words turn to whispers when they admit they’re new to this whole thing.

Whole thing? He always asks with a tip of their chin to look him in the eye. Whole thing with guys like you, they always mumble back. He likes the look, the challenge, the fight in their eyes as he knows how his charm can soothe their battling minds.

He wins every time.

Sleazy Dabi who likes the inexperienced ones, the ones who stutter and stumble and shake a little when his hand rests on their thighs. The ones who tell him, they don’t know what they’re doing. He loves the sweet little look that passes over their faces when he reassures them that he’ll be there every step of the way, holding their hands if he needs to.

But sleazy Dabi who loves you the most. His latest, and last, plaything turned lover. Who used to be so scared to touch him without shaking, who couldn’t look him in the eye without smiling whenever he kissed you. Who used to sing him the prettiest songs whenever he made you work for it, gain that confidence he knew was lurking beneath the shadows.

Before, when he told you to ride him for the first time, he can still remember the scared little look on your face. How your eyes grew round and you fiddled with your fingers, whispering that you don’t know how—don’t know what to do—where to put your hands—where to look. He comforted you, walked you through the whole thing until you lost yourself in the moment and fell headfirst into him.

And now? Now, he doesn’t even have to ask.

“It looks so pretty,” he hears you murmur under your breath, eyes snapping down to look at the sight of you. Pumping a hand around his drooling cock, pulling until the pre gathers in your palm, only to slide it back down again once more. He looks up when he feels your stare, licking his lips at your hung open mouth and round eyes and heaving chest.

“Lemme ride it. Please?” You ask softly. Usually, he’d remind you of your manners, question where that sweet, innocent, hesitant person went, ask when you became so bold. But you look so hungry for it, already raising on your knees, already swiping his pierced tip through your wetness.

“You know it’s yours. You don’t even have to ask.” Dabi mutters against your mouth when you lean into him, gasping when he breaches your hole. And he means what he said—ever since he met you, every part of him has been yours, even if you didn’t know it yet.

#tw: virginity #I hate hm so much I’m gonna frow up #I started this over a month ago #why has writing been so hard and taking me so long UGH #I’m gonna try and write a little tomorrow #okay gn #I’m craving a chocolate frappe soooo bad help #—new treat in the streets! 🍫 #dabi treats! 🍬

[crybaby-bkg]

Dabi who is so obsessed with you resting all your weight on him at any given moment and time. he practically begs you to sit on his face every chance he gets, even before you two start having a fling. you ask him, the hell I look like sitting on your face? so I can break your neck and catch an attempted murder charge? and his answer is a promise of a jail break, but only if you sit on his face again, with the neck brace on this time.

he’s just always sliding himself under you whenever he can. you could be sitting on a lone couch, the rest of it unoccupied, other chairs sitting around the room. but he comes up to you and you only, taps at your shoulders and hoists you up with a warm hand around your upper arm to make you stand up. no matter how much you protest about breaking him, he still sinks so comfortably into the cushions beneath him when he feels your weight in his lap.

prefers you on top once you finally give into his annoyingly charming grin, but only because he likes fucking up into you and watching your whole body get weak. falling over on top of him, trying to push yourself up so you don’t crush him, but he only holds onto you tighter. wraps an arm around your waist, the other around your shoulder as he keeps you pinned to him. your cries being swallowed into the staples of his skin as he gets to watch the bounce of your ass over your shoulder.

addition: he likes you laying on top of him just as much as he likes laying on top of you, but only because his face sinks so heavenly into your skin. creep.

#I am declining into madness over him #pure sickness bruv #I just know he likes the thickest person he can find #I’ve written about this briefly before but I still stand by it #gonna cry I need him SO BAD #—new treat in the streets! 🍫 #dabi treats! 🍬 #—queue’ve got a new treat in stock! 🍰

[crybaby-bkg]

I want piercer Dabi and I want him NOW!!!!!!!!!!……

I just think he’d have such a terrible reputation for being so standoffish and unfriendly and rude with the customers, but it’s only from the WIMPS!!! and when you go in, nervous but excitable and jittery, he can’t help but lay on that Dabi ‘charm’ that typically leaves him a nasty review online.

but you love it because he’s low key hilarious and makes you feel so comfortable with how open and honest he is about everything. breaks your heart tho when he tells you that certain piercings aren’t compatible with your anatomy but makes up for it by offering up another piercing for half off the pricing!!

you get your lip pierced, and he’s holding your jaw with a surprising amount of gentleness. turns you this way and that before he tuts that he’s gonna give you a vertical labret instead of the snake bites you originally came in for, tells you how the former is much cooler, how pretty you’ll look with it. he’s so cheeky, pulls your bottom lip down with his thumb, a ‘requirement’ to make sure your lip won’t reject the piercing (he can’t tell this way, he just wants to touch you and watch how clouded your eyes get).

he’s full of praise but only for his best customers (just you). calls you good and sweet and a little crybaby, but only when you whine or whimper. tells you how good you take it for him, smirks when he watches your thighs shift and clench against each other.

oooooohhhh and imagine you want a tattoo too and he does them as well????? hour long sessions of a bat winged heart as a tramp stamp that he can’t help but drool over. the way you’re bent over, how you moan a little in discomfort, look back over your shoulder to see your progress. he’s hard the entire session, and convinces you to come back for another long, detailed tattoo in a risqué area just so he can see you, smell you, feel you again. whore.

#I’m so sick over him I can’t #I need him so bad #I know he’d be so mean and teasing I can feel it in my bones #makes fun of you for getting small cutesy tattoos (ie me) #he’s an ass and j love him #okay gn im so tired and hungry #dabi treats! 🍬 #—new treat in the streets! 🍫

[crybaby-bkg]

okay but like……….toxic Dabi that wants everything you two have built together to crumble so badly. not because he hates it, or is getting bored of you, but because the calmness that falls around you and your relationship with him is…..baffling, to say the least. he’s used to destruction and chaos and flings and heartbreak and angst. he’s not used to being invited in, to being welcomed, to being accepted, to being loved. it’s foreign, and it’s starting to make a knot form in the pit of his belly every time he’s with you.

he’s fucking you one night, rolls you over so he’s on top again, and gets this look on his face. you can tell by now what it is—he’s in his head again, wondering how he can fuck up your relationship this time. so you take it with a grain of salt when he opens his big, dumb mouth suddenly.

“What if I just trapped you right now? Just held you down, and came inside of you? Put a baby in you?” His voice is eerily quiet under the sounds of your skin slapping together, the squelching from between your legs. you only reach up to stroke his cheek, pulling him down to kiss him quiet, whispering against his mouth,

“If you wanna get me pregnant, then just say that.” You tell him, eyes fluttering open to watch his squeeze shut. “I can make an appointment with my gyno to start preparing my body for it.” You’re so reassuring, that it disarms him. Dabi only nods, quiet finally, and doesn’t pull out when he cums.

or other times, when you’re making dinner for him, standing in your brightly lit kitchen in your underwear and his ratty shirt. he watches you with his chin in his palm, that same look gracing his face. you can practically feel him burning holes into the already hole filled shirt, and prepare yourself for his questions again.

“I could just whisk you away right now, you know that?” He mutters, eyes never leaving your form, your ass that peeks out. “Put you in a basement, far away from here.” And you disarm him again, walking over to where he sits with a wooden spoon in one hand, the other holding a palm underneath it.

“You wanna move? My apartment is feeling a little cramped these days.” You mumble, offering the spoon to his mouth. Dabi watches you for a few seconds before he opens his mouth, accepting the spoon, chewing as he eyes you warily before swallowing.

“Where were you thinking of moving to?” you ask him, wiping the corner of his mouth as he glares at you. but he tells you anyway, that he’s been looking at houses a few minutes away from here, that he saw one with three bedrooms and a big backyard.

other instances include him telling you that he could chain you down and keep you at his side forever and you ask him, when do you want to get married? or, that you try to kill him every time you cook and you ask him, what flavors am I missing for you? or, when he hides his face in your neck and curses about how much he can’t stand you or your stability or your stupid face or kind words and you ask him, when did you realize you loved me this much?

#self destruction king #I hope this makes sense tho #it’s late and my head hurts lol #I just think he’d try to ruin something good since he’s not used to it #it’s a learning process with him tho #you think he genuinely hates you at first before realizing what he’s doing #what a nerd #—new treat in the streets! 🍫 #dabi treats! 🍬 #also ignore me saying I’m going on a writing hiatus this one time AKDJDKDJ

[crybaby-bkg]

Dabi likes to share everything with you. He’s like a stray cat you’ve been feeding that has finally trotted their way into your home—overtly comfortable and dominating the space, even though you can’t bring yourself to care much because he’s so fucking beautiful.

Dabi likes to stick his hand in the bowl of cereal you’ve made for yourself—the plate of pasta you’ve made, the quick snack you’ve whipped up—despite swatting him away, snapping to get his grimy fingers away. and he only ever laughs at you, does it again and again bc he likes the way you pout and growl and try to slap his hands away every time.

he likes to share the gum you chew, the dirty fucker. declines the piece you offer to him, tells you he wants what’s yours, he always does. climbs his way on top of you until you’re pinned underneath him, his tongue shoved down your throat and all around your mouth. you get so caught up in the sloppy kiss, that when he pulls away with a string of spit slapping against your chin, you only belatedly realize your gum is no longer in your mouth. he’s cocky with it, grins all wide at you as he starts smacking on it, pulling away and sitting beside you like nothings even happened, blows a bubble bigger than your head to taunt you.

he even likes to share the cum that spills into your mouth and all over your face and body. likes to lick up the mess, holding your jaw so he can turn your head and tongue away the white streaks on your cheeks. and when he’s finished, gathered it in his mouth, he pries your lips open. they’re already pooled and flooded with the cum that you could catch, and he only wants to share the little bit that painted your face.

#I started this last night but was too sad to finish lmfao #but omg the image of him sitting there all cocky as he smacks on the gum YOU just had??? #😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 feeling very unwell about it #I have two other drabble drafts I can’t seem to finish and it’s pissing me off a little #but I know I can’t rush the process so :) #—new treat in the streets! 🍫 #dabi treats! 🍬

[crybaby-bkg]

sorry I’ve been on such a Dabi high lately but I almost croaked earlier at the thought of being his college gf and just being so opposite of each other!!!!!! you’re all good grades and perfect attendance, easily approachable and sweet smiles. and he’s all grumpy faced and dark clothing, makes people nervous whenever he stands outside smoking right by the doors.

who the hell would’ve thought you two would end up together? it just didn’t make a lick of sense seeing you two from the outside. but when they get a glimpse of you guys together, alone, everything just falls into place.

he’s so supportive of everything you do, no matter how dumb or nerdy he thinks it is. he keeps count of your stitches for you when you crotchet, doesn’t mind being your model for a cropped hot pink sweater you’re creating, wears the knitted beanie around campus that you made for him. he hates not having your attention but he takes some of the same classes you take so that he can help you study, quiz you when you’re not too sure of the subject, maybe even help you cheat if you want (you don’t, but he always offers).

he buys you your favorite drink at the cafes and always carries an extra laptop charger in case you forget. he helps you pick out your outfits when you’re unsure, and loves the opposite aesthetic whenever you stand hand in hand with him. he praises you when you succeed, and comforts you with your failures. he looks like a dirtbag that hangs around campus to be a creepy bum, but he’s there for you through and through <3

#sorry I just cannot get enough of him #I wanna write another fic for him which is terrible #bc I already have like 8 on my list :( #but he’s just so :((((( #I want him to be my opposite but so supportive bf so bad #he’s all cigarette smoke and I’m all strawberry scented lipgloss :( #why is talking about self shipping so hard for me AKSJDKDJDJ #I changed I’m to yours and back to I’m like nine times lmfao #BUT SERIOUSLY I need him so bad or else I’ll combust #I don’t need to write another college bf touya au I DONT!!!!!!!(?) #I’m being tempted……..he is my temptress in my hero journey……….and I am weak…… #okay bye I wrote this at midnight but didn’t think anyone would see it until this morning anyway lol #I will attempt to do my own cluster lashes so wish me luck #if they fuck w my sensory issues then they are immediately coming AWF #—new treat in the streets! 🍫 #dabi treats! 🍬

[crybaby-bkg]

cw: mention of previous abuse, dad Dabi, mom reader, mention of childbirth, angst

new dad touya that doesn’t know how to deal with his son. he’s growing too fast and his smiles are so big, but he’s still not sure how to just be with him.

touya isn’t abusive in the slightest, not like his shit for brains dad. he can acknowledge, after you’ve drilled it into his head on cold nights where you had to hold his quivering cheeks in your hand, that he’s better. that he’s trying. that he’s a great dad.

he doesn’t really believe it. it’s hard to believe that he’s a great dad when his son, still covered in that fresh newborn smell, stares up at him with matching azure blue eyes, the little shit, and he finds it hard to smile back. it’d be easier to smile back if he could guarantee a life with no trauma, with the perfect pair of parents, that he’d love him as much as his tiny little face deserved.

touya can still hear the labor and delivery nurse tell him that he must’ve gotten on your nerves for the baby to look so much like him, and that they’ve never seen a baby that fresh out the womb smile so big at their dad. he hands the little bundle back to you, and glares at the nurse who hands him a tissue. he takes it anyway.

touya loves his son. so goddamn much that it hurts, but, he doesn’t know how to be a dad. and he knows that you don’t know how to be a mom either, that it’s a learning process for the both of you. but he’s so scared—he’s terrified that he’ll fuck up this innocent brat with his ruin. with his scars and history and the want to better but never knowing how to just be.

so he leaves. it’s the day after your sons first birthday that you celebrated together in your home.

you thought everything was okay, that he was starting to get the hang of being a dad. he did everything right, why couldn’t he stay? he sat on the floor with your son and changed his diaper and made him giggle those addicting baby giggles? he carried your son everywhere whenever he cried after being sat down without a single complaint? he helped him open his birthday presents? he didn’t smash the cake in his face, only swiped a little icing on his sons nose to hear that addicting baby giggle? he held your son like he could never let him go?

how could he just go like this? you thought he was finally learning and accepting how to be a dad? what happened?

#angst angst angst #SORRY #I thought about this earlier while I was under the dryer #and I was like ohhhh write that down before your slow ass forgets #my toxic trait is that every time I write soemthing short im like #……this could be a full fic 🫣 #LMFAO honestly duck it im making this a full fic #I have so many on my plate but this has to go on the list #he makes my heart so sad I love him mr pathetic man with so many troubles in his head #I also wanna write a sleazy shiggy n keigo fic (separate) what’s wrong with me #all these ideas and no juice to write them #im just about halfway finished w my classes so maybe il get more inspo to write #anyway I have a bkg draft from like two nights ago that I forgot about #and I wanna write that too but my head really hurts and I have to be up early tomorrow sad 😔 #okay I think im gonna sleep now :) #—new treat in the streets! 🍫 #dabi treats! 🍬

[crybaby-bkg]

Dabi is surprisingly a lightweight. You honestly would’ve never figured by looking at him, but as you think back on it, you’ve never really seen him drink a lot. Not when there were celebratory parties, or when things didn’t go right for him. It’s why you’re so shocked when you convince two shots into his system, why he suddenly looks so loose, why his grin splits so wide.

He’s a clinger, you’ve also learned as you’ve started observing the blue eyed man where he shoves his face into the crook of your neck. His body bends over almost uncomfortably to fit into the position, and you can’t help but flinch a little when his damp breath blows a quiet little raspberry on your flesh.

omg wait my favorite thought is of you not even necessarily being a heavyweight, you can just handle your liquor a little better than anyone expects. you love to knock back drink after drink, convince Dabi into some stupid competition that he falls for because he’s such a little nerd and secretly wants to impress you. he does it thinking you’ll be the drunk one first, the one hanging off of his arm and hopefully his dick by the end of the night.

it belatedly shocks him when it’s the exact opposite. when he’s slurring a little and smiling at you, when you watch him through low eyes with a wide grin, when he wraps himself around you like a python, when you shake his face gently as you squish his cheeks together in hand. he’s just so utterly obsessed with you in these moments, and maybe it’s the liquor in him, but he knows his lowered inhibitions are only bringing forth the feelings he’s always suppressed.

drunk sex with Dabi where he’s the one too loose limbed and limp and weak. he flops onto bed like some rag doll with his arms and legs spread wide, but he musters up enough strength to release the heavy weight of his cock from its confinements. doesn’t do much besides lift his head from the pillows with a point to his crotch and a lazy grin, an announcement of, go ahead and hop on already before he’s flopping back down again, ready to lay back and get fucked like how he knows he deserves.

#at first I wrote about him getting whisky dick and not even realizing it and being so embarrassed about it the next morning #but it made me laugh too hard and I was like #no one will enjoy that dude shut up AJSHDKDJDJD #but omg lightweight baby that can only cling to you and whine to go back to your room to fuck #only to pass out immediately on the bed lmfao #I love him I’m gonna str*ngle him so bad #anyway I finished all my work for the week and now I feel empty so I will be moving onto next weeks work tomorrow LOL NERD #but everything next week is simple too so why not get it out the way ya know???? #after that I might sit down and actually write another fic since it’s been a little minute #everyone voted for therapist obsessed bkg next but I kinda wanna write something emotional for touya now lmfao #I’m becoming so obsessed with him and it HURTS!!!!! #I can only handle one ☝🏻 at a time or else I start getting the shakes #also omg my regular dr is making me go to the heart dr bc she said my anxiety worries her for my physical condition aksjdj embarrassing #okay bye I’m gonna read a little and sleep #—new treat in the streets! 🍫 #dabi treats! 🍬 #tw: alchohol mention

[crybaby-bkg]

Physical therapist AU that popped up into my mind yesterday and I can’t stop thinking about them!!!!

Bakugou as the physical therapist that most people are kind of scared of. He doesn’t get that many clients, only because his methods are a little harsh and his words are a little mean, but it’s only because he wants the best for you and your body. He focuses solely on your upper body and arms, for when you have pains or surgeries. He’s such an ass, likes to pick up 20 pound weights and show you how to do your exercise, tuts at you when you complain that your two pound weights are too heavy. But on the days when he really sees you struggling, his voice is a lot kinder, and he’ll give you the one pound weights when he sees your arms shaking a little. But the next appointment, you won’t be able to slack off!

Kiri as the lower body and legs physical therapist in the studio. He’s all cheery and bright when he sees you, is a little imposing with the eye contact whenever he explains each and every muscle in your calf and how it aids you and why it hurts when you run without warming up first. He’s just so big, doesn’t realize his size when he climbs up on the tables with you so that he can bend and twist your leg every which way to show you how it should feel. You hate to disappoint him, watch that bottom lip puff out when you admit that you haven’t done your exercises the way you were supposed to. He must hang out with Bakugou too much, because he goes just a little harder on you those days.

Deku who focuses on the whole body. He’s much like Kiri, with his big green eyes staring holes into your soul as he over explains where the soreness in your flank comes from. His hands are big and soft when they guide you into the right position he wants to put you in, his voice soft. Always whispers a drawn out ‘goooood job’ whenever you can do something he’s instructed you without any hiccups. He turns beet red whenever he realizes how his hands have found themselves in a compromising position on your body, just gets so caught up in guiding you, and it’s the most adorable thing ever.

Denki as the therapist who focuses solely on hands. He’s amazing with his fingers, all long and slender and pretty. He talks your head off when you come in after surgery on your pinky and middle finger, and you can’t help but find it endearing. He shows you how to do your exercises and routines, all pretty smiles and golden eyes that you can’t help but admire with a sweet sigh when you stare at him. He also buys his own lotion to massage into your hands, and coos about how soft they are and how good they smell after, embarrassing you whenever he holds your wrists up for other passersby’s to smell.

Shinsou works primarily with feet and ankles, and he’s damn good at it. He always has a bored little look on his face, and you’re scared he might be too rough, but he’s the complete opposite. Asks you intermittently, does this hurt? is the pain right here? should I add more pressure? And he doesn’t huff when you complain about his hands being too rough. He does give you a stern talking to though when he doesn’t see any progression because you haven’t been keeping up with at home maintenance. But on those days, he also offers up heat with the electro therapy treatment, because he knows you prefer it over the ice.

Todoroki as the additional chiropractor there???? His monotonous voice gives no indication when he’s going to basically separate your spine from your flesh, but you can always see his little hint of a smile when you scream a little. And delinquent turned front desk worker Dabi???? who only works there because his annoying brother got him job, but he doesn’t mind it because he gets to flirt with the patients before they’re whisked off to the back.

#is this entirely based off my experience when I went in high school????? absolutely #lmfao it was such a fun experience #my main therapist is literally bkg in a nutshell #HE WAS KNOWN AS THE OFFICE BULLY AND EVERYTHING AHDHDJDJDJFJ #he was so fucking funny and mean like hello i couldn’t believe I liked him so much #he also told me a story of when he mushed his friends kid onto the floor bc the kid wouldn’t shut up 😭 #literally an asshole but he was also very sweet and caring which I loved lol he would always have all of us laughing #anyway this was inspired when I was getting a massage yesterday lol it felt so good but I couldn’t turn my brain off and thot of this #I kinda wanna write a series of this but would it not get repetitive???? #idk but I will still put it in the drafts lol #tw: surgery #—new treat in the streets! 🍫 #bakugou treats! 🍬 #kirishima treats! 🍬 #deku treats! 🍬 #denki treats! 🍬 #shinsou treats! 🍬 #todoroki treats! 🍬 #dabi treats! 🍬

[crybaby-bkg]

Incubus Dabi who is so used to being so charming and easy to slide inside the comfort of anyone’s bed, only to be brought to his knees by you—a succubus so old and grand and divine that he can’t even tell that you’re other. that you’re higher and greater than him in every way, shape, and form. that pins him so easily and makes him scream your name, gets him drunk enough on your scent and power that he forgets who, and what, he even is.

#wow that’s a lot of italicizations #but u get the point #I’m literally 9 weeks late but I finally got to the episode where he reveals that he’s touya #and HELLO I’m bouncing off the walls for him #had to pin myself down to keep from pulling my computer out and write something for him #only bc I have somewhere to be in the morning 😔 #but I wuv him and wanna write a million stories about him #I feel like he’s a character that you can do so differently ya know??? #like I can write him so cold and standoff-ish and so vulnerable and emotional and angry and even a lil sensitive #I just #am not normal about him sorry #he’s my bsf’s fav and she goes bonkers over him #but do you think she’d block me if I got fanart of us together 🫣 #the answer is actually yes and I’m so disappointed ☹️ #—new treat in the streets! 🍫 #dabi treats! 🍬

[crybaby-bkg]

“Can you help me with this, please?” You ask gently, chin jutting in Dabi’s direction. Your eyes are still glued to the task at hand, but you finally look up when a few beats of silence pass. Dabi’s looking at you from across the table, arms folded, resting the lower half of his face behind his forearms. His eyes are bright in the dimmed light of the living room, and his gaze is enthralling when it snaps from your hands to your eyes.

He doesn’t answer still, as he watches you. Bounces from you tying the party balloons, back to your face, to the other balloons scattering the floor, your face again. He inhales slowly, before sitting up, stretching his arms like a feral turned house cat. He reaches across the table with nimble fingers, grabbing for a balloon, and blows it up with his mouth despite the helium tank sitting a foot away from the balloons.

You blink at him a few times, taking him in—his low lids, tautly pulled mouth, the bored expression on his face, his slumped shoulders. Your head tilts as you place the balloon you just blew up between your legs to keep from floating away, frowning at him.

“What cogs are turning in that pretty little head of yours?” You ask, smiling faintly when he chuckles at you. Dabi blows up another balloon with his mouth before he answers you with a shrug.

“A lot, and nothing at the same time.” He grunts after a while. “Don’t worry about it too much, angel. Shouldn’t be occupied with my shit on your birthday.” Dabi tries placating you with the nickname, but you don’t budge.

“But if there’s something up with you, I can’t celebrate wholly.” You confess, tying a string to the balloon in your lap, gaze focused on him after you let it float to the ceiling.

“And why’s that?”

“Because I feel guilty celebrating myself knowing,” you stop yourself, mouth clamped shut, but you don’t look away from him. Dabi fixes you with a look, his mouth twisted, already knowing what words you were about to spill. He sighs after a long while, shoulders slumping, running a hand down his face.

“I shouldn’t be,” he stops himself, pauses for a long while, eyes fixated on the decorations in front of him. “I never got this whole, you know, shebang growing up. I just don’t know how to—to do this whole thing. Birthdays and decorations and celebrations, and shit.”

“You could always learn with me.” You tell him, barely a beat passing before you answer him. Your eyes are full of such sweetness, sincerity, and it makes his chest ache a little. You’re always so full of hope whenever it comes to him, so full of grace and understanding. How could you pass so much kindness onto a person so bitter like him? He can barely be happy that it’s your birthday without thinking about his own past.

And yet, you grab his hand and smile at him. Throughout the afternoon you hand him streamers and tape and which candles to get from the drawer to light. You help him find his best outfit for the party and bring him into the conversation every time your friends talk. You hold his hand while you’re sung to and squeeze it so tight when you blow out your candles.

He doesn’t understand your grace, but he’s thankful for it. Even if it’s just a tiny bit.

#birthday posts bc I thot about him Friday and it made me sad lmfao #bc I know he was never celebrated properly when he was just a baby!!!! #it probably always tense #always scared someone/he would say or do something wrong and ruin everything #always tense and a little strung tight despite natsuo’s efforts to better it #and then after he ‘dies’ he doesn’t really celebrate it again #especially not properly #toga and twice probably throw together a lil rinky dink party but :((( #I JUST SO SAD FOR HIM!!!! #okay bye I’m gonna go write a bkg piece 🏃🏽‍♂️ THATS GONNS BE SAD TOO IM SORRY #—new treat in the streets! 🍫 #dabi treats! 🍬

[crybaby-bkg]

Dabi sneaks into your room while you shower, makes himself entirely too comfortable when he sprawls out on your bed. You’re in the conjoined bathroom showering, completely oblivious to his presence until you step out. You gasp at the sight of him, hands instantly clenching onto your towel before you relax, rolling your eyes with a huff as you go about gathering your lotion.

“Who the hell invited you in my bed?” You ask him, voice holding much less malice than he had expected. Dabi only chuckles under his breath, stretches like some stray cat getting entirely too comfortable in their found owners home. You cut your eyes at him, watching his Cheshire smile as he rests his hand on his folded arms behind him.

“Didn’t know I needed an invitation, sweetheart.” He tells you, pouts a little when you throw an empty water bottle at him. “Last time I was here, you were begging me to stay—“

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Just announce yourself next time, I damn near had a heart attack.” You snip at him, turning your back as you drop your towel. It doesn’t do much to hide you though, as you stand in front of your floor length mirror, cutting your eyes at the man who hasn’t taken his eyes off of you since you entered the room.

“Can I do it?” Dabi asks quietly, finally sits up when he sees you picking up your lotion, hands splayed and ready. You eye him warily, trying to figure out what he’s up to you, but the sincerity and wonder that gathers in his eyes is enough to sway you. Your answer to him is a hum as you hand over the lotion bottle, turning on your heel so you can face him head on.

Dabi stands quickly, stares you down as he makes his way to you, his form lanky and tall, heavy boots loud in the quietness of the room. When he grabs the bottle, his fingers glide against yours, and he makes quick work of lathering it into your arms. He rubs cheekily at your chest, grinning up at you when he flicks your nipples just to watch your nose scrunch as you mutter about him being a little creep.

He kneels in front of you, rubs the lotion between his hands, warms it just so with his quirk, works it into your legs and calves. You rest against the mirror placed on the wall behind you, head thrown back as you hum under your breath, moaning slightly when he lifts your foot and rests it on his knee to slather your toes down in the lotion, cracks the knuckles there to feel you jump before relaxing.

He guides you to turn around, works on the backs of your thighs, kisses the cellulite and dimples there as you reach a hand back to stroke his hair. When he stands, he crowds you, hands squished between your bodies to massage your back gently.

“I’m hard as a rock right now,” Dabi admits under his breath, eyes glancing up at your own in the mirror reflection. You tut at him, smiling softly, as his evidence is pressed into the small of your naked back, and you welcome him with a little wiggle of your hips.

“You’re obsessed with me.” Is all you give him, biting your bottom lip when Dabi nips at your neck, when he grinds against you, fits the shape of his cock between your cheeks.

“Yeah.” He agrees, breathily, easily, as if the sentiment is as simple as breaking into your house and admiring you like some lazy, domesticated stray that you always seem to welcome with open arms.

#the imagery of being rubbed down so gently in lotion is one of my favs if that wasn’t obvious #I’m so in love w this stinky man I’m gonna cry #also two writings in one day HELLO #pls send me fic recs for this stinky man I’m falling for him #—new treat in the streets! 🍫 #dabi treats! 🍬 #also omg have you guys seen that tt where that guy was like #‘I love watching bigger women put on lotion. it’s so mesmerizing the way they work it into the skin’ #LOL definitely his mindset especially when you work it into your thighs and arms

[crybaby-bkg]

Dabi likes to fuck your mouth open with his fingers and cover your chin and his knuckles in spit…….and and and then cup your cheek with those same fingers and make you smile up at him while looking so filthy……..then he and then he likes to shove his tongue down your throat because he knows it’ll make you moan all sweet into his mouth……….!…!.!.!.!.!!!

#I am So Sorry. #I cannot get this man out of my head #it’s a sickness truly #someone cure me #—new treat in the streets! 🍫 #dabi treats! 🍬 #maybe I’ll combine this w the sweet gf scary looking bf thing I just wrote the other day #hmmm we will seeeee