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vawilcox · 5 months

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**warning** this story contains a instance of being drugged by scum bags. Nothing worse happens, but it could still be traumatic for some readers. Please read with caution!

Dabi was casing out a hero stronghold that he had planned on attacking with the L.O.V. when his eyes roamed into you, shopping at the convenience store across the street. He froze. His heart stopped and he couldn't stop staring at you. The unscarred portion of his face turned as red as a tomato. She's sweet as candy. He thought to himself. Then his eyes continued to stalk you as you made your way out of the store. A passing tween cat called out to you and a vein popped on your forehead as you raised a fist and barked off his advance. Dabi grinned at this. And also sour. My little sour patch. Dabi lost all interest in his mission and followed you home. Making sure he wasn't seen.

The next few weeks went by like normal for you. Work. Sleep. Throw all the money into bills and do it all over again. You had no clue that directly across from your apartment window, the apartment facing yours had a hostile take over. A villain showed up and told them they were living there now and that they needed to keep the food coming and to leave him alone. The older couple complied in fear, but soon found the villain wasn't too bad. He spent his time sitting at the window looking in a telescope.

A few weeks more went by and things started to get a little weird. You'd come home to a bouquet of your favorite flowers on the front porch, or notice a new bag of your favorite candies in your jacket pocket on the way to work. One night you came home after a particularly bad day at work, having gotten in a fight with a co worker. Your favorite dinner was on the table, steaming hot. The dishes that had piled up were all washed and put away... the messy house was spotless... you were freaked out, but looked in ever inch of your home and found nothing missing and no one there.

You shrugged your shoulders, too exhausted and burnt out to care more. You ate the food and found it was made exactly how you prefer. You had no clue that Dabi was staring at you while you ate with a giddy smile.

When you went to work the next day the coworker you had a fight with was absent. You found out later that in the middle of the night some kind of accident happened and he was put in the hospital.

Life went on. Little sweet things kept coming and you just started to expect it. You were invited to a girls night out with some co workers and went along to have fun and unwind. Not realizing that your whole world was about to change.

Your two girlfriends didn't tell you that they were bringing dates. Feeling like a total loser of a fifth wheel, you decide to go off and sit alone. They were so wrapped up in their dates they didn't even notice your absence, you noticed bitterly.

You were so focused on your friends you didn't notice the shifty guys eyeing you from the doorway. You didn't notice the money they passed to the bartender nor the pill slipped into your drink. You just remember feeling something was off, in a daze being guided outside... the sound of a struggle and the arms guiding you change. The new ones radiated warmth and were rough, like they were scarred.

You woke up in your favorite pajamas in your own bed, a tray of your favorite breakfast was sitting on the table next to your bed, and a heavily scarred man sat beside your bed glaring at you with his hands steepled, clearly agitated and in deep contemplation.

After taking a quick look over your body you didn't feel anything was off, other than your head being a little muddled. "H-hi.. so um.. what are you doing in my bedroom? Ugh.. my house.. and uh.. why am I in my pj's and what's up with this breakfast?" You ask sheepishly.

"What why and how's huh? Not my planned first conversation but.. it's better than always imagining something that never happens, I suppose." The stranger muttered to himself. His voice gravely. His face and arms covered in scars and piercings. "Wish I could bring them back from the dead and punish them again for this conversation." You hear him mutter, barely audible. Your face paled. It sounded like he just mentioned killing people!

"Uh.... who do you want to bring back from the dead?" The second time in the last few minutes you've opened up your mouth, and the second time you sounded like a scared sheep in your own ears. You mentally curse yourself for sounding so weak. It's so uncharacteristic of you.

"Well, my little sour patch, what do you remember of last night?" He responds, you can tell by his tone he is in a pretty dark mood. You get huffy. What kind of jerk answers a question with another question!? You think to yourself irritabily But still... what do I remember about last night? Thinking back... your friends thoughtless betrayal of girls night... the weird feeling.. the strange creepy feeling of strange men guiding you out of the building... your face goes totally pale and you start to panic.. oh no... not that... don't tell me that last night I was.... then you remember the last part of your memory from last night. The sound of fighting! The hands touching you changed to ones that touched you gently. You remember feeling safe in those hands. They were warm and rough but you knew they were there to protect you. You look up to the stranger, meeting his gorgeous blue eyes briefly and pulling your gaze away, feeling that they'd draw you in and keep you forever if you didn't look away right away... your eyes fall to his rough, scarred hands... everything clicks. You look down to your pj's. To your favorite breakfast, made exactly how you like it. You think back to the flowers, the meals, the treats...

"It was all you... wasn't it?" You barely whisper. Looking up into those enchanting eyes one more time only to hear him whisper back: "Sure was, my sour patch. And I'll take care of you in house from now on. You're not going out of my sight ever again." He said this as a matter of fact, you knew he had some kind of hidden strength and that you had no way out. But somehow you knew he'd never hurt you.. you should have been scared. But you were flattered. "Th-thanks... eat breakfast with me?" You offer meekly. He smiles and nods and scoots up next to you and hand feeds you breakfast in bed.

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thehusbandoden · 7 months

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Cry Baby -Sick!Dabi x Reader

A/n: my inspiration is finally back, so I might spam a wee bit

Dabi may be a little out of character? Not sure tho

General info:

Genre: crack // wc: 371 // posted: 9/22/23

Summary: wanting a week off with your man, you intentionally get the sickness Dabi has been whining about for over a week now. After a few days you then realize that he's complaining about the slight headache and sore throat you've had for over two weeks.

"How's my cry baby doing?" You tease, stepping into your shared bedroom.

"Sh-shut up." Dabi pants, glaring daggers at you.

"What? Don't like being teased?" You giggle, changing out his rag with care.

"I'm sick, be nice."

"Oh ho ho, who am I talking to again? Would you like me to remind you how you treated me when I was sick?"

Dabi just huffed, weakly biting at your hand as you moved to caress his cheek.

Giggling, you distract him by tickling his forehead before stealing a quick kiss, much to your satisfaction.

"Y/n I'm sick." Dabi growled, glaring at you as he tried to shuffle to the other side of the bed.

"I know."

"Then why did you-"

"Don't you want a week or so off? Just you and me? Entangled in one another's arms, sharing germs, and hardly living as we try to take care of the other?"

"You're sick."

"I'm tryna be." You wink, stealing another kiss before softly flopping onto your beloved.

"Y/n!"

After some wrestling around you were able to pin Dabi down as you comfortably clung to his body.

"You're going to feel like death."

"Mhmm we'll see."

(Two days later; 3:02 p.m.)

"Dabi are you kidding me me?!"

"What is it now.." Dabi drawled, body aching from his "deathly" sickness.

"If this is what you're talking about you're a freaking wimp."

"He-"

"I have a slighlt headache, and my throat's sore."

"So you did get it. Though that headache is gonna break your skull open later in the day, and your throat's going to be burning."

"Dabi. I've been feeling this for two freaking weeks. I thought you had something worse."

"You're joking. There is no way that I'm weak. You're talking to a villain here."

"A wimpy one. I'm gonna go tell Shigarki that you can go on missions now and that you're just a huge baby."

"Oh he has it too. If he sees you he'll dust you. He's in a terrible mood."

"Not him too, you both are such babies."

"We. Are. Not."

"Totally are." You snort, strolling out of the room to call your parent/guardian.

"Y-y/n! Where are ya going? I thought you were going to cuddle me!"

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"Y/n?!"

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edens-pen · 1 year

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“am i not my brother’s keeper?”

summary | it takes time for dabi to understand you, mostly because he doesn’t know how to ask. he supposes he’ll start with the scar on your back and go from there.

pairing | dabi/touya todoroki x fem!reader

word count | 1,405

warning | very minor/implied angst, minor hurt/comfort, mentions of god/God, reader has an older brother.

a/n | i don’t want to make this too long, so it might end up being a series of drabbles. but honestly, dabi as an older sibling, especially in shoto’s case, affects me so much. he believes he is irredeemable.

but what is the true extent of a sibling's love?

[ 18+ | minors, blank, ageless blogs dni! ]

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It happens on one of those nights after disgusting, earth-shattering sex. The kind that you need to take a shower after. The kind that makes you strip the sheets before you get in the shower. The kind that makes you wonder if God really does see everything.

That’s when Dabi learns a little more about you.

So far things have been pretty casual, Dabi comes in and out as he pleases, sometimes disappearing for weeks at a time and then staying the night but leaving promptly in the morning, usually before you wake up.

You still insist on him wearing a condom despite the fact that you’re on birth control and you’re not having sex with anyone else (after you two become exclusive, he’ll reveal he hadn’t slept with anyone since the first time you two kissed).

It’s casual.

When two are tucked back in the sheets, with a candle burning in the corner of the room, Dabi looks at you.

Or, rather, he’s looking at your back. You’re a shitty sleeper and despite how many times he sleeps over, you still tend to sleep diagonally in a king-sized bed, on your stomach, drooling across the pillow.

That’s when he’s able to take stock of your skin when he’s not peeling the clothes off or shoving your face into the mattress to arch your back a little more.

His fingers run over scarred skin and when he pulls back, he sees a long jagged scar running down your back, and then a set of identical smaller ones, light and scattered over your skin.

“What happened here?” he can’t help but ask, his curiosity making him shed the mysterious and disinterested persona he tries to carry in front of you.

Of course, you’re already half asleep, but you still murmur out, “Where?”

Dabi’s fingers dig into the long scar a little bit harder as his mind runs wild. He needs to know who gave you that scar and he can’t explain why he’s already thinking about the repercussions for the person who did.

He doesn’t know much about your life before you met him. Sometimes you tell him about work or your friends, but never much about your past. He can’t argue about it because he hasn’t told you anything about his own past.

“Here,” he grunts, indicating the scars that litter your skin. They’re all similar shades which must mean you got them at or around the same time, but the sizes vary so greatly he doesn’t know what could’ve happened to you.

“Oh,” you groan, pulling your face out of the pillow to speak a little clearer.

“Got pushed off the roof,” you say casually.

Dabi jerks back and forcefully rolls you over, making you look into his eyes. Your expression is completely bewildered but Dabi’s is hostile.

He spends an extra second looking at your face before gritting out, ”What?”

It takes you a little too long to respond because you’re taking in his face. You usually never get anything more than cool disinterest, or sometimes mild interest, but he’s never been mad around you. So you’ve never got the chance to see the way his eyes narrow, or feel how his hands heat up unintentionally. Now you have the chance to see the hard set of his jaw and flare of his nostrils.

Dabi repeats himself, calling your attention back to the moment, “What happened?”

“My older brother pushed me off the roof,” you answer, still enthralled with Dabi and his face and the way his anger changes even the tone of his voice. But when your answer doesn’t placate him, you’re quickly realizing you need to diffuse the situation.

Bringing your hands up to cup his cheeks, you blow a prolonged stream of air into his face. It startles him enough to make him pull back and shake his head. It cuts the tension in the room and allows you to switch your position, forcing him onto his back while you lay on his chest.

“What’s wrong?” you whisper, eyebrows wrinkled in question.

The momentary lapse doesn’t completely pull Dabi from his emotions and you don’t know why he’s so incensed.

“Why the fuck would he push you off the roof?” Confusion ripples across your face and it only serves to make Dabi more angry. “Stop fuckin’ looking at me like I’m crazy. Your brother tried to kill you!”

Your hands come up and you lock eyes with Dabi, taking a slow breath in and slow breath out. Dabi’s forced to mimic your actions until you stop to speak to him.

“He wasn’t trying to kill me, Dabi. We were up on the roof, when we weren’t supposed to be, just playing around. He was like 10 and I was 8, and he pushed me by accident,” you explain as he listens. “I think he thought I would fly because of my quirk, instead I landed in my mom’s garden and now she blames us for her hydrangeas never growing in that spot.”

“What’d your parents do to him?”

His question immediately shocks and you try to understand why he would ask that, but you answer anyway.

“Nothing. I told them that I slipped and fell off the roof, and after I got my stitches, they didn’t ask again.”

Dabi waits for the rest, “Then what?”

“That was it. It was an accident, Dabi. He wasn’t trying to hurt me, we were just being dumb. Aside from bringing it up on my birthdays and when I need a favor from him, we don’t really think of it,” you finish.

When Dabi doesn’t respond, you repeat, “He wasn’t trying to hurt me, we were just kids. We didn’t know any better.”

Moments of silence pass between you both. Dabi’s looking in your eyes, trying to read your body language, searching for signs that you’re lying. You’re trying to figure out why he’s reacting like this. Most of what you say to Dabi comes up with little to no questioning, he’s never reacted so passionately in front of you.

“You don’t,” Dabi clears his throat, looking at you intensely. “You don’t hate him?”

Immediately, you shake your head. “He’s my big brother, I love him.”

“He pushed you off a roof,” Dabi reiterates like you forgot.

“And I broke his favorite action figure. I cut a chunk out of his hair. I accidentally stole the breath out of his body when I developed my quirk,” you volley back, laughing a little. “He’s my brother, I can’t imagine there’s much I wouldn’t forgive him for.”

At your words, Dabi relaxes a little bit.

Another beat passes.

“What if he did something worse?” Dabi asks, his voice a whisper in the quiet of your room. The candle in the corner flickers a little bit.

“You want me to get all philosophical on you?” Your words are a joke, but Dabi doesn’t laugh, and he doesn’t say no.

So, you’re serious when you say, “Simply put, yes, he could do something worse and I would forgive him. I would forgive him, as long as he doesn’t go where I cannot follow. He could kill god and it would be fine with me, as long as he doesn’t kill himself. He’s my brother.”

It’s your repetition of that phrase that does Dabi in. It keeps hammering itself inside him. You say it differently every time.

An explanation, a curse, a vow.

“Is it like that for everyone?” Dabi implores, and you wish you could open up his head. You want to poke around and find out why he needs to know this information, because that’s how he’s asking you. He speaks like he’s investigating something and your answer could crack open a cold case.

You consider him for a moment. “I guess it depends on the relationship. I don’t know if you have older siblings, but it’s like…I was born knowing him, y’know? I watched him grow up and the entire time, I was powerless. I couldn’t stop my dad from screaming at him or my mom from scolding him, but I could love him and I could forgive him. I could protect him in my silence, in my being there.”

You hope that Dabi finds some peace in your answer.

“I don’t know how to explain it other than—”

“He’s your brother,” Dabi finishes. “That makes him infallible.”

“No, but it makes all his sins venial.”

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#dabi x reader #touya todoroki x reader #touya x reader #— eden loves dabi ~*~<3 #touya todoroki #dabi x reader fluff #touya x reader fluff #todoroki family values #todoroki x reader #mha x reader #bnha x reader #i could speak for years and years about dabi

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nezuscribe · 2 years

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dabi can't communicate his feelings well. there are little thoughts in his head that he wishes he could say clearly enough for you to understand, but the words wither away on the tip of his tongue before he has the chance to speak them.

but dabi's good with gestures, really good with gestures.

when you're sleeping, he has you wrapped up in his embrace, his hands large as they grip your arms to his chest, fingers tracing your gentle skin to map out the specific birthmarks you have.

sometimes when you're home with dabi he'll decide to cook out of the blue, leaving where he is to move to the kitchen. you follow him blindly, leaning on the wall as you watch him work.

"what're you making?" you'd ask, moving around as you try to paw at his hands, trying to see what he was doing. dabi only slap your hands gently, kissing them afterward as he moves to get ingredients out of the fridge.

"your favorite," he says like it's an obvious answer, looking at you from over his shoulder to find you smiling softly at his back, your eyes gentle as you give him those tight hugs that squeeze the air out of his lungs and reintroduce the warmth back into his thawing heart.

other times when he can't speak it's because he's happy. he doesn't know how to say it, so he shows you.

he'll splurge a bit, and take you to a little diner hidden behind a gas station as he feeds you pancakes late into the night. you giggle as the syrup drips down his chin, and you wipe it off for him, too busy laughing to notice the lovesick look in dabi's eyes.

when you're in your moment, singing a song, softly humming it as you sway around the apartment, doing whatever it is you're doing, dabi'll come up from behind you, rest his chin on your shoulder as he latches on, and refuses to let go.

dabi is shit at talking, he'd prefer not to do it at all if he could. but you pry the words out of his mouth, the things he'd never think he'd be capable of saying because fuck everything else, you're all that matters in this world.

#dabi x reader #dabi x reader fluff #touya x reader #touya x reader fluff #dabi x you #dabi x you fluff #dabi fluff #touya fluff #dabi drabble

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mika-writes-fanfics · 1 year

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Hello! Could I maybe request Dabi with an SO who had surgery around their spine when the were younger but has back pain that is worse than the average persons 🫤. For example when said back pain pops up it can be hard to breath and painful until you sit or lay down :(

Thank you if do this!!! Also please don’t worry about it if you can’t or don’t want to take this request! Have a good day/night <3

Hiya, thank you so much for your request! I'm doing this in headcanon format if it's okay with you.

Dabi x reader with back pain

Tags/warnings: mentions of chronic pain, fluff, comfort, gender-neutral reader

Dabi is good at reading people. Always has been. So it’s not surprising how he’s able to pick up on your pain, especially on the bad days.

He’s been with you long enough to see the patterns and the signs; how you wince upon moving or standing, how your chest seems to struggle to breathe, and how the pain seems to eat away at your mood and energy.

He hates seeing you in pain. But he can’t take away your pain, as much as he wants to.

Which is why he tries to help by showing you he cares. By showing you he notices.

He shows you he cares and notices with his actions, not his words. He’ll offer to help you out with little chores that need to be done, like cleaning your place or stealing getting groceries for you (while disguised, of course), because he understands how much you need rest on those days.

He’d be more than happy to just lay with you in bed if you asked. His warm hands soothing over your back as you lay next to him offer some level of comfort on those days.

If heat helps your back pain, Dabi’s the man for the job. He's a walking heating pad thanks to his quirk.

He’d enjoy having you on his lap as he heats up his hands and traces the muscles on your back. These little moments with you give him time to just enjoy being around you and having you in his arms.

Overall, you bring out the softer sides of him, the sides of him that care deeply about you.

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mikunato · 2 years

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Songbird

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synopsis : Touya Todoroki and Kotori Ishida had known each other ever since they could remember. Time healed but time also tore apart the buried scars. As best friends, heroes in training and as pros, this is their journey — Dabi and Saphira's. Because together, they are unstoppable.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

#mikunato.blogs #my hero academia #dabi hero au #pro hero dabi #dabi x kotori #dabi x reader #touya x kotori #touya x oc #touya todoroki #touya x reader #touya x reader fluff #mha x oc #bnha x oc #boku no hero academia #my hero oc #endeavor isn't such a shitty father #mha todoroki

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frickingnerd · 24 days

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dabi with a s/o who has a healing quirk

pairing: touya todoroki / dabi x gn!reader

tags: hurt/comfort, painful quirk / quirk with drawbacks, reader is a league of villains member, protective dabi

you met dabi when you joined the league of villains

you were responsible for patching up the villains after their assaults against the heroes

at first, dabi didn't think much of you

but the two of you started to chat with each other a little each time you were healing him

he realized that you were too nice to be a villain and yet you had decided to stick with them

you could've joined any hero agency you wanted to with your quirk and yet you had landed here – with the villains!

he was intrigued by you and he couldn't help falling for you

dabi started to ask more questions about you, to learn more about your past, trying to understand you better

and it was during all of that that he discovered something about your quirk. something you had been hiding from him and the league of villains

your quirk had always seemed a bit too perfect in his eyes. you could heal any wound and it would barely even leave a scar

but there had been a drawback to your quirk. one that you had been keeping a secret from everyone

whenever you were healing someone, you could feel their pain

all those times when he came back half dead and let you heal his wounds, you could feel his pain as well…

as soon as he realized it, dabi started to feel horrible about it

he had put you through so much pain, without even realizing it! you were suffering all those months with him…

and you were healing the other members as well!

he couldn't even imagine how painful it must've been to be burdened with everyone's pain each day

now that dabi knew about the drawbacks of your quirk, he tried to avoid letting you use it

and he started to scold anyone who depended on your quirk too much

dabi would much rather prefer to watch his comrades suffer than you…

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sweetfushi · 1 month

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dabi with his wife. his scars would almost split from his wide smiles around you. he’d spend his early mornings moving closer to you in bed and wrapping an arm around you, pulling your face into his chest as he presses the softest kisses on your head. he’s careful to not graze you with the metal of his stitches, but that doesn’t stop him from admiring your sleeping form. when you’re looking your worst after a bad night’s sleep or a bad day at work, he goes easy on you with his teasing. he knows how it feels, to be stressed and annoyed with in need of an outlet. except, he feels guilty that you perhaps hadn’t the courage to tell him everything. if you had, he wouldn’t have to smile at pictures of you instead of smiling in your presence. he wouldn’t had to have resorted to his old ways, roaming the streets at the darkest hours and engaging in the things you told him to stop doing. what was the point anymore? he promised he’d stop his fights and you promised to stay with him forever. your tombstone broke your promise, so why couldn’t he break his?

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

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trueshellz · 1 year

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Set in the same theme as this

A little side note: Touya, from my research, means 'arrow of light' so I wanted his son's name to have a similar theme so Tadaaki means 'bright light'.

Daddy!Dabi, sorry Touya, who keeps having random toys delivered to your house. You're sure the driver knows your name by now since you're getting a parcel every day and to make it worse the little demon child seems more interest in the box and wrapping paper than the actual gift inside the damn thing.

"Tadaaki, I swear to God."

You sat on the floor next to him as he tried to ingest yet another piece of paper from the floor, wrestling the small sodden pieces from his hand and replaced it with his dummy even as he screwed up his face in frustration.

"Just let him eat it."

Shaking your head in exasperation, you turned to the window and glared at Touya. The grin on his face as he crouched on the window ledge made you even more frustrated so you threw some paper at his stupid head.

"Very helpful, thank you."

A snort as he jumped down, the thud as his boots hit the floor before he quickly removed them and replaced them with the slippers you chose for him. They were huge Smurf feet, something you would tease him with when you were together, and when you saw them in the local shop you just had to get them.

A loud squeal as Tadaaki stood up and toddled over to his dad, Touya was still a little hesitant as the little hands held on his larger ones. You could see the gloves he was wearing, something you noticed after you met in the park and assumed it was to protect Tadaaki from the staples. A louder squeal this time as Touya hefted him up in the air, the dummy landing on the floor as your son flew up in the air.

"You know, he just ate. If he-"

"Oh shit!"

"-pukes it'll be your own fault."

You couldn't help but laugh out loud this time, your son looking awfully chuffed with himself as his dad looked like he was about to throw up himself. Holding Tadaaki at arms length, his face turned away as he thrust him out to you and pulled the jacket and t-shirt he was wearing off and wiping himself down with some baby wipes while mock glaring at you.

"You can stop laughing, brat. I learnt my lesson."

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doumadono · 3 months

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MY HERO ACADEMIA MASTERLIST

♡ Dabi ♡

Dabi, maintaining his usual nonchalant demeanor, brushes off Valentine's Day as insignificant. "It's just another day," he grumbles when you inquire about plans, his gaze fixed on something distant.

Despite his indifference towards the holidays of any kind, Dabi ensures that you feel loved every day. He might not express it verbally, but through his actions, like a gentle touch or a shared glance, he conveys his affection.

Dabi, surprisingly in touch with emotions, recognizes that you might have different expectations for Valentine's Day. "I get it, you want some romantic crap. Fine," he reluctantly admits, acknowledging the importance it holds for you.

Instead of traditional gifts, Dabi puts thought into finding something unique that resonates with you. It could be a rare book, a piece of artwork, or an item related to your hobbies. "I figured you'd like this better than some cliché crap, doll," he remarks.

During the day, Dabi might express his affection in subtle ways. A brush of his fingers against yours, a lingering glance, a warm hug, a rare smile or a shared cigarette.

Dabi, not one for grand gestures, suggests spending quality time together. "We can do whatever you want."

Dabi prefers low-key activities, so he suggests a casual day out rather than an extravagant date. It could be a stroll through a less crowded part of town or a visit to a place that holds personal significance.

Dabi values private moments over public displays of affection. He might pull you aside for a quiet conversation or a shared moment away from prying eyes, kissing you passionatelly in an alley after picking the order from your favourite restaurant.

In the evening, Dabi might create a quiet, intimate atmosphere. He pulls you close, whispering, "I'm not good with words, but you know what you mean to me, right?" His actions speak louder than any declaration.

The evening is peaceful, just the two of you, enjoying each other's company without the need for excessive words.

♡ Shigaraki ♡

Shigaraki openly expresses his disdain for Valentine's Day, dismissing it as a celebration that glorifies something horrific. "It's just a stupid, commercialized excuse to sell crap. I don't get the hype," he grumbles.

Despite his aversion, when he notices your excitement for the occasion, Shigaraki chooses to bite his tongue.

In a rare show of consideration, Shigaraki instructs Kurogiri to order a bouquet of your favorite flowers from the local florist. This act of embracing the holiday, even reluctantly, is his way of showing that he cares about your happiness.

"I don't get why people like this crap, but if it makes you happy, I'm willing to change my mind."

Shigaraki, true to his personality, prefers a minimalist celebration. Instead of grand gestures, he might suggest a quiet evening or a simple dinner, keeping the focus on the two of you without succumbing to excessive sentimentality.

He ensures that all the League of Villains members are assigned unexpected additional missions, even though they may express their discontent. Shigaraki wants to spend this day with you only.

As the day progresses, Shigaraki might quietly observe your joy. "You better appreciate this. I don't do this for just anyone," he remarks, a hint of satisfaction in his tone, showing that your happiness matters to him.

For the evening, Shigaraki proposes an anti-romantic movie night, selecting films that defy typical romantic clichés. "None of that sappy stuff. Let's watch something that doesn't make my teeth hurt," he suggests.

As you drift into slumber nestled in his embrace, he delicately traces patterns on your back with his pinky cautiously elevated to prevent any accidental decay. "I love you, little Y/N," he whispers, even though he's well aware that you're already lost in the realm of dreams.

♡ Bakugo ♡

Valentine's Day, according to Bakugo, is a bothersome and superficial affair, hiding behind a facade of fake sentimentality. Ranting about the superficiality of the day, Katsuki loudly declares, "I don't need some capitalist crap to tell me when to appreciate someone, tsk!"

"It's a dumb day. Why should I care?" Initially dismissing the idea of celebrating, he flaunted his lack of interest until the sight of your disappointment shattered his nonchalant façade.

Experiencing a pang in his chest, he noticed your lower lip trembling as you tried to assure him that you didn't need to participate. Even though he often expressed his emotions through actions, he couldn't shake the feeling that this time might be different.

With a resigned sigh, he swallows his pride, extending a genuine apology. He confesses to a change of heart, "Look, I changed my damn mind. No harm in spending time together or making this stupid day special, I guess. You're important or whatever."

Bakugo, true to himself, plans unconventional celebration. "If we're gonna do this, we'll do it my goddamn way. Tsk, I heard there's a place with those damn fluffy dogs. Don't get any ideas, I just thought it might be amusing or something," he grumbles, leading you to a Shiba cafe.

Bakugo finds himself in a rare, awkward position as one of the dogs playfully jumps on him. "Stupid mutt, get off!" he protests, but you catch a fleeting, embarrassed smile as he secretly enjoys the canine attention.

As you both sip coffee surrounded by Shiba Inu companions, Bakugo, unaccustomed to public displays of affection, reaches for your hand under the table and rubs its top with his thumb while drinking his espresso.

The sheer joy on Bakugo's face as a Shiba snuggles against him is a sight to behold. He attempts to hide it with a dismissive comment, "They're just damn dogs, but whatever, they're kinda cute, I guess."

Upon arriving home, Bakugo could catch you off guard by presenting a dessert skillfully shaped like a heart. "It's stupid, but fine. You better eat it," he grumbles, a touch of pride in his eyes surfacing as you commend his cooking prowess.

As the day draws to a close, Bakugo may catch you off guard with an unforeseen tender moment – enfolding you in his sturdy arms, drawing you snugly against his robust chest. He gently massages your shoulders and plants affectionate kisses on your face. "I love you, Y/N. Make sure you never forget that," he declares, his words carrying a sincerity that transcends his usual gruff demeanor.

♡ Shoto ♡

While Shoto may come across as indifferent to Valentine's Day, the truth is, he's like a child eagerly anticipating a visit to a candy store, envisioning a day filled with profound love shared with you.

Shoto brims with an unusual level of excitement, eager to shower you with pampering and spoils. While he typically engages in such gestures, this time, he has elaborate plans under wraps – surprises that would catch you off guard and leave you pleasantly astonished.

On Valentine's morning, you wake up to the irresistible aroma of a homemade breakfast. Shoto, armed with a chef's apron, presents a heart-shaped feast, each dish crafted with precision and love. As you enter the kitchen, he greets you with a warm smile, "Happy Valentine's Day. This is just the beginning."

Throughout the day, you discover tiny love notes strategically placed in unexpected corners. Each note holds sweet affirmations, showcasing Shoto's meticulous effort to sprinkle your day with joy.

In a quiet moment, Shoto presents you with a carefully crafted, handmade gift. It could be a piece of art, a personalized item, or something that holds sentimental value. He shyly admits, "I wanted to make something special for you. I hope you like it."

Unbeknownst to you, Shoto unveils a surprise date that surpasses all expectations. "I thought we could spend the day doing things you enjoy. It's all about making you happy." From a tranquil picnic in the park to a spontaneous dance under the stars, every moment is curated to create lasting memories.

Upon returning home, as evening approaches, Shoto unveils a cozy haven, complete with blankets and your favorite snacks. The ambiance exudes warmth, inviting you to unwind and revel in the tranquility of your shared love.

The day concludes with a handwritten love poem, penned by Shoto himself. Each line is an eloquent expression of his feelings, capturing the nuances of your connection in words as sweet as the love that binds you.

Before you retire for the night, Shoto pulls you into a gentle embrace. "Thank you for being with me. Happy Valentine's Day," he whispers, planting a soft kiss on your forehead.

♡ Hawks ♡

Upon waking up on Valentine's Day, you're greeted with a pile of gifts neatly arranged beside the bed. Hawks, unable to contain his excitement, watches for your reaction with a grin. "Happy Valentine's Day, babe. Open them up!"

Hawks takes Valentine's Day as the ultimate opportunity to showcase his love. From breakfast in bed to surprise outings, he plans an entire day filled with over-the-top affectionate gestures. "Get ready for a day all about you, songbird."

Hawks, with his love language being gift-giving, meticulously selects each present. "I thought of everything you might like. You're worth it," he mentions as you uncover thoughtful and personalized gifts.

The day unfolds with whimsical adventures – perhaps a surprise trip to an amusement park or an impromptu picnic. Hawks is determined to make the day unforgettable.

Throughout the day, Hawks showers you with unexpected compliments. "You know, you're the best thing that ever happened to me," he confesses.

As the day progresses, Hawks concludes with a romantic dinner, whether it's a home-cooked meal or a reservation at a fancy restaurant. "To us and many more Valentine's Days to come," he toasts, a warmth in his golden eyes.

As the day comes to a close, Hawks proposes the idea of late-night stargazing. Draped in blankets, both of you settle on the spacious balcony of his apartment. Hawks, pointing out constellations, weaves stories of the night sky. "Just us and the stars. Can't beat a moment like this, huh?"

As the day winds down, Hawks might surprise you with a midnight snack. "Can't end the day on an empty stomach. Here, your favorite, babybird," he says, presenting a thoughtful treat.

As you both drift into a peaceful slumber wrapped in each other's arms, Keigo can't help but revel in the profound happiness that washes over him. Having found the love of his life, he's determined to cherish this precious connection on a daily basis, not just during Valentine's Day.

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shiggybrainr0t · 10 months

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dabi who insists that what you have is casual, and that’s all it ever will be. but here he is, cuddled up to you with his head laying against your soft chest, his heart slowly syncing to yours. a movie is playing on your laptop at the end of the bed, but he isn’t paying attention. instead he basks in the feeling of you softly running your hand through his hair, of listening to the soothing music vibrating out of your chest and into his ear.

sometimes he wishes he could become a part of you. that he could curl up small, and be tucked safe beside your heart. that way he could constantly be soothed by the gentle beating of your love for him, and he won’t have to think about anything else.

just as he’s drifting off, he feels the gentleness of you tugging at a staple on his cheek, barely there. he still lazily nips at you fingers in retaliation.

“you’re missing the best part.”

he hums in response to your murmur, the vibrations of your words a tickle against his face. dabi rubs his head against your chest, and settles in more securely in your arms. he grips your waist, feels the softest parts of you with burned hands. you huff softly, but tighten the hold you have on him all the same.

here he isn’t dabi. he hasn’t died and come back to life a monster. he hasn’t forsaken everything he thought he once loved. he doesn’t want to burn the world down, because that would mean you burning with it.

here, he’s just touya.

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tired-teacher-blog · 2 months

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Listen, Dabi couldn't care less if you were a hero, a villain, or even a regular civilian, since he would treat you the same way regardless.

You had been stuck -for the longest time- in a whirlpool of doubt and self pity, wondering if you actually meant anything at all to the infamous villain, a question that had proven to be hard to answer due to the man's stoic and aloof personality as well as his rare showcase of emotions, and athough it is true you were his first and only woman, the awkwardness and rift that loomed over for weeks following your first night together, did nothing but confirm your doubts.

Not so much as a glance or a how-do-you-do, as if regretting the night of passion he had with you, no explanation whatsoever, none when he shunned you, and none when he sought you out again.

Yeah, you were a play thing to him, as worthless as you had always anticipated yourself to be.. or so you thought.

You once found yourself caught in a ferocious battle between the two parties, and while falling to the ground barely conscious, all you could think of was him.

_ "Get up! Get the fuck up do you hear me?! Come on what the hell!" the words themselves were nothing you hadn't heard him yell out before, however the look on his face while he gently cradled your head and caressed your cheeks, while he kissed your forehead and carried you to safety, that look was something new.

It was fright, pure and evident, but also a softness that you had never witnessed before, so maybe, just maybe, you weren't just a nobody to him.

For days after that fateful one, a glimpse of hope appeared within you, and a determination to have an answer settled in your mind.

_ "You.. you were worried about me that day.. weren't you?" you struggled between labored breaths as he finally pulled out of your sopping heat.

_ "Would you let it go." he flumped back into bed, pleading with his pulse to settle, and placing his forearm over his face to escape your interrogation, despite that, there was no vexation to his words, it was more like he was.. bashful?

You remained quiet but only for a moment, a smile adorning your face as you watched him fidgeting nervously.

_ "I can't help but wonder though, why did you start avoiding me after our first night together?" you turned on your side to face him, placing both hands under your cheek as you waited.

_ "Are you fucking kidding me woman? I lost my virginity to you! How was I supposed to act around you after that? I needed some time damnit."

You were stunned witnessing his outburst, his forearm no longer covered his flushed face, and his typical relaxed expression was replaced with a twisted one. It was honestly comical.

_ "So that's what it was.." your words were no higher than a whisper as you allowed his own to sink in, "you do like me then, right?"

_ "What kinda' stupid question is that? Nothing is forcing me to be with you, okay?" and his frown only deepened as he attempted to keep his guard up.

You weren't as cool though, and hearing his distorted confession gave you a boost of confidence to comfortably divulge your own at last, "I like you too, I really do!"

You jumped to his chest and hugged him tightly, giggling and kicking your feet while he growled in annoyance.

_ "Yeah okay, I get it, now settle down." his grumpy expression remained, but his arms had moved to wrap around you while he kissed the top of your head.

Dabi couldn't care less if you were a hero, a villain, or even a regular civilian, because regardless of that, his feelings for you will remain sincere, even if he fails to declare them properly.

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thehusbandoden · 9 months

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A Day Off -Dad! Dabi x Mom!Reader

It's really late but I finished this a little while ago and wanted to post it now.

Fluff | 1,471 words

Dabi's real name used + (spoilers below)

An au where Touya doesn't become Dabi the villain, but instead a loving father to your three kids. (Plus the number one hero)

Touya grinned as he finished breakfast, happy to help you out and give you a well deserved break.

You and Touya have been married for eight and a half years. You two met at UA high, and an epic love story commenced. You two were made for each other, finding one another again again, no matter how many times you thought things were entirely over.

Touya gave you happiness in life, and you gave him sanity. He almost ran from home many times, and even got seven miles out of the city on foot before you found him, panting on your bicycle.

Touya was quite mad at you for going so far alone at night, and you were utterly livid that he just tried to leave you.

Before Touya could scold you, you blew up on him, tears running down your cheeks as you cussed him out, telling him if he ever tried to leave you again you would hunt him down and break his legs.

Even as you threatened him he hugged you, rubbing his hands up and down your back for comfort.

You two called a friend to pick you up, and you went on with your life. A little more in love with each other than before.

And here you two were, twelve years later. Married, with three kids.

"Daddy! Daddy!" Haru squealed, pulling on Touya's "kiss the chef" apron, red pig tails bouncing up and down.

"Yes, Pumpkin?"

"Mommy awake"

"Already? Go show her your picture, try to stall her, mkay?"

"Okays!"

Touya smiled as the four year old ran off to stall her mother, heart melting at her innocence.

Going back to cooking, Touya hoped you would be distracted for at least a few more minutes.

~Your pov:~

Confused, you picked up your phone to check the time.

7:51

Panicking, you bolt up from bed, sprinting towards the door, stubbing your toe on a toy.

Inwardly cursing, you open the door to your shared bedroom, making your way into the hallway.

"Mommy! Wook at my dwawing!" Haru exclaimed, heterochromatic eyes shining as she shoved the paper in your face.

"Oh it's so pretty! Why don't you go show Daddy while Mommy goes to get your brothers ready?"

Haru smiled and ran away with a giggle, making her way to the kitchen.

Sighing, you made your way to your boys' room. Opening the door, you were surprised to see their beds empty.

"Taro, Riku~!" You call, walking towards the kitchen.

"We're in the entrance mom!" Taro calls, bringing you towards his voice.

"I'm sorry I woke up late, let's get ready quickly, and I'll buy you guys breakfast on the way there." You coo, stepping into the entrance of your home.

"But- we're not gonna be late. And we already ate!" Riku replied, popping his (h/c) head out to look at you.

"Hey mama, I already got everything handled, go get some more sleep." Dabi hummed, eyes soft as his head popped out as well, turquoise eyes soft as he smiled at you.

"You... You are amazing." You sigh, smiling up at your husband as he hummed, walking towards you.

"Well if you think I'm that amazing, you could always reward me with a kiss?" Touya smirked, leaning towards your lips teasingly.

Chuckling, you slowly closed the distance.

Right as your lips met your kiss was interrupted by your kids' squeals.

Haru was squealing in joy, always happy to see her parents show affection to one another.

Riku was disgusted, never wanting to see anybody receive any sort of affection besides what he got from both his beloved mommy and daddy.

And Taro- the only one who didn't squeal.

He was beet red.

He dreams of the day when he finds the perfect woman -much like his perfect mama- and has a family of his own.

He loves both of his parents. And strives to be the perfect husband and dad -like his daddy- and find the perfect wife -like his mama-.

You smiled as Riku wailed in despair, shaking Haru as she jumped up and down, Taro only staring at his parents in awe.

"Ri-ri, you'll give your sister a headache, quit that. Ru, you're gonna pass out if you don't calm down, and Ro, for the sake of your ma, you need to breathe." Touya sighed, a smile on his lips as he eyed his gorgeous mismatched children in adoration.

Taro, the seven year old eldest by forty three minutes.

He has crimson red hair resembling Touya's. He got his grandma's eyes, but also a splash of yours. Resulting in gorgeous steel gray eyes with a breathtaking splash of (e/c) around the pupils. His facial structure is most similar to Touya's, but he takes after your personality, attitude, and tendies.

Though it would be hard to tell by someone who's not close to your family due to his shy nature concealing it.

He's known for his respectful, peaceful, and polite nature. The calmer of the twins, and the least likely to cause any sort of problem.

Riku, the younger, rambunctious twin.

Riku has (h/c) hair and turquoise eyes. He looks almost exactly like his mum, and gets his fiery personality from his dad.

He's known as the trouble maker, but he does have his gentle moments.

And the four year old youngest, Haru.

Haru has crimson hair like her daddy and big brother. And, like her uncle Shoto, has two different eye colors. Her left eye is the same gorgeous color of her mama's, and her right eye is the same breathtaking turquoise as her dad's. She looks identical to her dad, and has a fun, very very bright personality.

She's known for her sweetness, creativity, and selflessness.

Touya was snapped out of his thoughts as Haru and Riku pulled at his sleeves, warning him that they'd be late if they didn't hurry.

Laughing he pecked you on the lips before following his darlings out the door, telling you that he'd be right back.

It was half an hour later when Touya walked back in, immediately finding his place on top of you as you laid on the couch.

"Oof- hey baby.. where's Haru?"

"She's at uncle Shoto's house. I thought we could use some alone time."

"Oh? And what are you planning on doing?"

Shifting his way so he could look you in the eyes, he wiggled his eyebrows at you.

"Guess."

Twelve minutes later you were laughing in the kitchen as Touya licked the brownie mix off of the side of your mouth, holding your waist to keep you steady.

"To-To-Touya!" You laugh, pushing your beloved back playfully.

"Hmm?" He asks, pulling you in for a chocolate tasting kiss.

"We need to finish these so we can have room for the cleaning, cuddles, and movie date." You breathe against his lips, making him groan.

"But you taste so good!" He wails in despair, falling against the fridge dramatically.

"Help me get these in the oven and I'll reward you with a kiss~." You coo, instantly seizing the pro's attention.

Two batches of brownies and one marathon of cleaning later, you and Touya were cuddled up on the couch, remote and brownies in hand.

"Oooh! Let's watch (f/m)!"

"UGHH~ we are xnotx watching that again!"

"Why not? It's a great movie."

"And we've seen it forty thousand and a bajilion times."

"You are xsox immature To."

"Am not."

"Are too."

"Am not."

"Are too."

"Am no-"

"This is exactly what I'm talking about!"

"You're doing it too~!"

"Fine! What movie do you want to watch?"

"Princess Bride."

"No way."

"And why not? Princess Buttercup~."

"Because we've seen it seventy thousand, bajilion times~!"

~Bonus~

"I have no idea who you are talking about. You own no child here." Shoto stated, voice as monotone as ever.

"Umm what the fu- fudge! Fudge!" Touya growled, rubbing his side where you just elbowed him.

"Sho we need Haru." You smile, pinching Touya's arm playfully, causing him to yelp.

"Haru is mine now."

"Oh no she is not. Give me back our daughter." Touya growled, stepping close to the menace of a little brother he has.

"You do not have a dau-"

"Shoto dear.. give us our Haru or we will personally burn your favorite cold soba restaurant, all the others and all of the factories producing the ingredients and instant noodles." You smile, eyes holding an evil only a protective parent or lover could produce.

Shoto's face paled as he stepped inside, quickly returning with a sleeping Haru in his arms.

"I- I was kidding.. please don't burn my soba." Shoto pouted, usually monotone voice holding a certain fear.

".. we'll count this as a warning." You drawl, staring Shoto down meaningfully.

Slightly nodding, Shoto quickly closed his door, shivering at the thought of no soba.

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shonen-brainrot · 4 months

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Dabi brainrot

I can't stop thinking about Dabi, who accidentally rescues you after burning a few guys to ashes in a dark alley. Little did he know they were after you, wanting to hurt you. When the azure flames vanish, you hesitantly peek from the huge trash container you hid behind, and that's when he notices you. You instantly raise your hands in the air, begging him not to hurt you, and after a closer inspection of your face, Dabi mercifully decides to spare your life. As he walks off, you run after him, asking how you can repay him. He tells you to simply "fuck off " and leave him alone. Undeterred, you pull a little notebook from your small purse, jot down your address, and slip it into his palm.

After a week or two, upon returning home to your apartment, you notice it's super cold. Rushing to the living room, you find the windows closed. You remind yourself that you probably left the window open in your bedroom. When you get there, Dabi sits casually on your large bed adorned with a pink quilt and fluffy pillows, inspecting your All Might plushie. It's the very first moment you see him as he is – with all those nasty scars adorning his face, neck, and forearms. He notices you with the corner of his eye and tilts his head, giving you a look; his turquoise eyes seem cold. You don't have to ask how he got into your flat – the window is opened. Instead, you bow deeply and thank him again for saving your life. You tell him you know who he is; you've seen him on national TV as his statement was played. You express that you don't mind him being a villain because you can see past his deeds, and you see he has a "good heart ."

Dabi scoffs at your words, telling you that he can easily get rid of you right here and now.

You respond by stating that you are aware of how mighty his quirk is, and you claim not to be afraid of him at all. This makes him cock his eyebrow a little. Before he scoffs at your words, wanting to call you "stupid" or "idiot," you surprise him by offering tea and a muffin. Truly taken aback, he hesitates. A random girl, who was foolish enough to give HIM her address, now wants to give him sweets and tea. Since it's been a while since he had something sweet, he agrees and follows you to your small living room mixed with a kitchen annex. You serve him muffins and tea, and you sit with him, asking questions about his life and his well-being. You express your willingness to help him if he ever needs something, even though you don't have much to offer. He's not only surprised, but it's also hard for him to process that a civilian, knowing his status, is actually kind to him.

Ever since that day, he visits you frequently. Sometimes you help him with the wounds he gets after another fight, or he just visits you when he feels super low or anxious. Sometimes he sneaks into your room through the windows, and sometimes he's civilized enough to knock on your door. He can't deny the nice feeling he experiences whenever he is close to you. And he changes his opinion of you – he doesn't see you as some stupid chick anymore. No, he thinks you're super sweet, smart, and kind.

The two of you spend time casually chatting, and oh god, it turns out you have tons of topics to discuss. Even though you're quirkless and tend to take the hero's side, you have some similar opinions to his. The thing he likes about you the most is that you hate Endeavor as well. He enjoys sitting on your couch while you lay next to him, reading one of your heavy university books. He likes watching you do some casual things. He likes being close to you.

And sometimes when he sneaks into your room at night, while you're sleeping peacefully, hugging your All Might plushie to your chest, he simply sits there, watching you, or just lays by your side. Even though most of the time you're sweetly unaware he intruded your room, you slowly turn to him, snuggling with his side as he feels super warm and comfy. You don't do this on purpose; it's just some instinct of wanting to be warm at night. And he doesn't mind. He loves the smell of your hair, he loves how smooth your skin is against his, he loves how beautiful you are in your pinkish nightgown, he loves how small you are compared to him. And he can't deny it anymore. He's having a crush or something of the sort. And he doesn't want it to end, ever.

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harleys1nhawaii · 6 months

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TEASE [dabi / todoroki touya x fem!reader]

he's close, you easily can tell.

he's rocking his hips to your wet core harder each time, with no remorse. you're squeling, tears blur your vision. he knows what he's doing to you, how good he makes you feel, like nobody else can. you can hear his grunts and low hisses under his breath. god, you think, being this fine has to be unfair. once you finally manage to open you eyes, you stare up at him. he looked breathtaking with his head thrown back and mouth open, brows furrowed with desire and lust. and kind of...cute. you can't help but giggle at the sight. when your voice catches your own ears, you realize you might've put yourself in a situation you'll regret soon. he lookes down at you, with a slight smirk plastered on his face. if you weren't soaking already, you swore you'd cum just by looking at his face like that.

"what's up, dollface?" he rocks his hips harder this time and steals a low cry from you. but you're already under him and destroyed, so why not play along your little teasing as well? "you look cute when you're close." you cheekily grin. "oh, do i?" now, his smile is bigger than yours. he brings his thumb to wipe the tears peeking around the corners of your eyes as he slams his body to yours one more time. "let's see how ya look like then, shall we?" he purrs. once you see how his eyes darken and his grip on your waist gets rougher, it's your time to panic.

he was close, you swore he was close. but when you came sooner than him it was frustrating. little did you know, though, he wasn't going to stop. not after your silly little teasing. he wasn't going to stop until he could cheekily observe your cumming face enough to picture it for any other time, later.

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mikunato · 2 years

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"And again, pro hero All Might saves the day. Do not leave your seats yet, ladies and gentlemen because our channel has successfully secured an exclusive interview with Japan's favorite Mr. All Might! Let us welcome..."

A yawn ripped out from her throat as she stretched her legs, wishing to bury herself further under the chabudai. The humidity of the summer was just starting to hit Masutafu and it pricked every inch of her skin.

A loud wail startled her awake. She craned her neck to find her mother scrubbing the dining table which squeaked as if its legs could give out at any second. "Hush, boy. I'll give you dinner soon", she cooed at the carrier strapped to her back. "Kotori, turn off the TV. That's enough screen time for you today."

Scratching the maddening itch on her back, she fell onto her back with a 'thunk'. "But moooom, All Might’s interview is on air!"

The woman sighed, discarding her apron onto the table and got herself a glass of water. "I'll record it for you. You can watch it later. It's time for bed."

Crossing her hands over her chest, Kotori tapped her feet against the ground. "It's too hot for sleeping. What happened to the table-fan? Is it not fixed yet?"

At this, her mother shot her a defeated look, rushing again to tend to her brother's cries. "You know how Itsuki needs all those expensive medication to help his with condition? Dear, we're not in the best financial situation right now and had to sell some items to afford all that. Your old books, clothes... Plus the fan won't even be necessary once the rain starts."

Kotori could only stare blankly. She wasn't an idiot, she understood these things. Her brother needed all the help they could get him but she was also a kid. She wished her parents could spend time with her more, pay a little more attention to her. Itsuki could be with them as well but all she yearned for was a little bit of affection.

Dejected, her sullen eyes trailed towards the light post flickering outside. "I understand."

A hand placed on her shoulder, her mother kissed her forehead, patting her cheek. "That's my girl. As for the heat, why don't you take a walk outside, hm?"

"Okay."

And that was precisely how Kotori found herself strolling the busy streets of the city, tailed by shadows and guided by the lampposts shining down upon her, mind buzzing from the cacophony of the nighttime bustle.

The sights of street food vendors greeted her, making her mouth water. For all the stress put on protecting the future generation, nobody seemed to mind a tween walking by herself. Sometimes she'd bump into a busy body, earning herself a sharp glare, other times shopkeepers would shoo her away with a dirty look.

Don't get her wrong, she knew she wasn't repulsive. It was that, she was just 'someone else's problem'. Nobody cared enough to bother. Padding through the cityscape, Kotori didn't realize when she had wound up in a familiar neighborhood or that a serene silence had befallen her surroundings.

The rusty swings creaked, making her head snap in that direction. A familiar figure stood beside the swingset, pulling the iron chains suspending the seat with a distracted air about him.

"Touya!" She called out, not wanting to give him a fright. But he didn't respond, merely lifting his head to fix his sunken eyes on her. "Touya?"

"Kotori...", he trailed off, dipping his head down again. "What're you doing here?"

"I can ask you the same thing, you know", she spat, a frown etched on her face, brows creased. She scanned him head to toe, trying to assess just what had made the spirited boy she knew so shifty when her gaze fell on his hands. "Are those burns?!"

From the tip of his fingers to the back of his palm, the skin was a gruesome purple, charred beyond what was salvageable. Taking his appendages into her own, she inspected the wounds, "Who did this to you?"

"Kotori", he repeated, tugging her by the oversized summer dress towards the foot of the slide. "I hurt them."

'Them'? Who did he mean by that? Touya wouldn't deliberately hurt someone. He could never! Right? Shaking her head, she blocked those thoughts from plaguing her mind. "Touya, h- how did you burn yourself?"

Taking a shaky breath, the silverette tried to suppress the tears that threatened to spill out. "Mama and Shoto... I hurt them. I don't deserve to be a hero, Kotori. I'm just...a bad guy."

Kotori's eyes grew wide, half trying to register the information dumped on her and half wanting to comfort her closest friend who was shivering, sobs raking his body ceaselessly.

Her fingers carded through his unruly tresses as she brought him closer to her, her eyes aflame with a strange sort of defiance. "Why did you hurt them, Touya?"

The boy looked up, eyes red and swollen. "It was a mistake! I never meant to hurt them. I- I swear."

Kotori smiled. "Then, how are you a bad guy? The villains we see on TV do bad things because they want to. Touya, you are nothing like them. Because you regret your actions. Villains don't do that."

But the throbbing pain just won't go away. He never should have charged at Shoto, his brother did nothing wrong. How was he supposed to be the No. 1 hero if he didn't hesitate to harm a little child, his own brother!

Then again, Touya never wanted to harm him. He didn't know why he felt so much anger and subconsciously, he had directed that rage towards Shoto and his quirk had acted on its own. Guilt crept up onto his conscience, vining around his heart like a poisonous serpent.

Sitting him down on the steps of the slide, Kotori sighed in relief, seeing his hysteria die down, even if it was by a fraction. "Touya, you can never do something bad by choice. You made a mistake and you can apologize it. We are allowed that much, aren't we?"

Touya sniffled quietly, his bottom lip quivering. Kotori never recalled seeing him so vulnerable. So human. His eyes, a bright azure glow, reminded her of the sky, stretching endlessly wide that they held the universe in them.

"But dad... he hates me, Kotori. I just wanted him to see that I can be his successor too. But all I am is a good-for-nothing monster! Will it be better if...if I just die?"

For a moment, her world paused, tears brimming her eyes. Why was it so unfair? They were only thirteen.

Touya wasn't bad for wanting his father's validation and she supposed she wasn't selfish to want a little bit of her mother's time. Damnit, weren't adults supposed to be the responsible ones?!

Gently cupping his face, Kotori urged him to look at her. "Stop saying that. You are not bad, you are not a monster. If not anything else, you are my Dabi. My favorite hero." Sitting next to him, she leaned her head onto his shoulder, curling up into his welcoming warmth. "I don't know about anyone else but I don't want to live in a world where Dabi doesn't exist."

Touya swore he froze right then and there, even if just for a split second. Whether it his mind being blank or his body refusing to cooperate, not a peep came out of him.

And there wasn't much said afterwards.

Because the comfort that came with the fact that even if the world was to be against him, there would always be that one person who was ready to defy the entire world for him was unparalleled.

It was strange. They were just little drops of water trying to make a difference in the vast ocean. They were all but a microscopic existence, merely drifting with the tide but they weren't insignificant, at least not to each other.

And for now, that's all that mattered.

"Hey...wanna get an ice pop?"

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