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bbyseok · 1 year

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like a moth to a flame

pairing: dabi x reader

cw: villain dabi, pro hero reader, gender neutral reader but dabi calls reader “doll” because i’m obsessed, mentions of passing out, blood, and violence, dabi kinda uses his quirk on reader/slight burning, extremely suggestive/borderline smut, slight dubcon, mild humiliation/degradation, marking/biting, mild choking, kissing n groping, i think that’s all

analysis: when an attack on the league goes wrong, you suddenly find yourself like moth to a flame.

a/n: this is entirely horikoshi’s fault blame him and his latest sketch of dabi for this bc i seriously wasn’t able to function after seeing it ANDDD bc dabi’s dance was so good animated like ugh

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it’s too dark to see anything. it’s so, so dark, engulfing you and whatever’s around. now, normally, the darkness doesn’t deter you. you can see through it sometimes, but your vision spins and blurs.

you can feel coarse dirt underneath your arms as you crawl forward to nothingness. “fuck.” the simple curse escapes you gruffly and you can somewhat open your eyes a bit more.

the voices of the other heroes reign somewhere in the distance and you can faintly hear the creaking and splintering of branches. the roar of flames is overwhelming.

“fuck,” you hiss once more, pushing yourself to at least stumble up somehow, and the night sky’s faint luminance is now streaming in.

you must’ve passed out or something—the fresh smell of fire reaches your nostrils and you burst into dry coughs. you can literally taste the smoke in your throat and it’s awful.

it had been a carefully articulated and planned attack on the league of villains. after going through some suspicious reports and sightings, based on some other inside information, the commission decided it was time to snuff them out.

at least three organized patrols had been assigned—with some of the top heroes accompanying and a good majority of the police force on standby.

it seemed like everything was going to go well. the heroes supposedly had all the cards in their hands. until something with the main patrol came up—there were more targets not on the capture list, the police were no longer on standby and your radios were going crazy with static and voices.

and your patrol had been split up when things had went wrong.

once you’re finally standing, you register the bright blueness of the flames that surround you—it drowns out the shadows of the night and it has you wincing from the heat. thankfully, you’re not in the frenzy of the fire.. but the scorch is nearly blistering.

it’s clear that one of the league members had the woods to his advantage—the commission had planned around it by sending heroes with water-based quirks to deflect such attacks and yet.. it seems like something had backfired. the blaze is unyielding as ever.

you wince once more and analyze yourself for any severe injuries. definitely some scratches and bruises, probably some sore (or even broken) ribs but it’s nothing you can’t manage. you need to get back to the others.

smoke curls through the towering trees that aren’t burning down. despite the ache in the back of your head and everything else in your body screaming at you, you make your way through the greenery that isn’t alight, trying to listen to the sounds of the nearby battle.

“well, well, well.. aren’t you a bit far off from your friends, little hero?” there’s a voice that calls out to you, low and snickering. it stands out amongst the chaos. “are you lost?”

fuck.

the last thing you wanted was to run into the criminal behind all this fire—and just your luck. you’ve never met the infamous arsonist before despite your line of work, but you’ve read the files, seen the videos, took in the very little information of him. dabi. and you freeze in place, wary as you glance around.

you can’t pinpoint where his voice came from, and then he’s speaking again. “scared?” it’s paired with that mocking laugh. he sounds like a predator that’s caught his prey.

and dammit, right now, you are his prey.

you know he’s taunting you, trying to provoke you—and it’s working, alright. “the only one scared right now is you-!” you reply defiantly, still scanning your surroundings, “you’re the one hiding, you damn coward!”

there’s the noise of a fresh searing wave of heat behind you and you hiss in alarm, twisting on your heel to see if he’s there—only to be met with no one still. fuck, he’s toying with you.

“why are you even here?” you protest, hands balled up into fists as you continue to slowly turn around. “shouldn’t you be helping out your fellow league members?”

for a while, he doesn’t answer over the crackles and pops of the fire. and then he laughs again. “ah, they’ll be just fine without me for a while!” he declares, “and i just couldn’t help myself when i saw a little lost mouse like you wandering about.”

something sends tingles down your back but you have no time to decide what it is when you hear him behind you again. but you’re too late to react, and you’re shoved face first back into the ground.

dabi laughs again; it’s a sickening sound and you can hear the tainted delight in it. and to your horror, you realize that—his stupid fucking laugh—is what sends shivers down your spine.

there’s weight being pressured on your lower back and a surge of humiliation washes over you when you realize he’s stepping on you. you squirm in resistance.

“can’t say that i’ve seen your face before, doll,” he coos as he leans forward. you yelp in pain as the heel of his boot digs sharply into your back. “won’t you tell me your name?”

with a scowl and a shout of frustration, you manage to push him off and scramble back onto your feet. “fuck you! like i’d ever tell you!”

when you’re facing him again, your stomach twists. there’s a predatory smirk on his lips and the heat from the flames tousles his hair. “ah, don’t worry! ‘m sure i’ll get you to tell me one way or another.”

you lunge for him, aiming to attack and catch him off guard but he maneuvers to the side. his arm raises up in the corner of your peripheral and you narrowly dodge a blast of his flames.

your feet nearly slip when you face him again but he’s rushing forward on the offensive—you scream in terror once you see his hand aimed right for your head but then-

his hand wraps around your throat, and there’s that menacing grin on his face again—like he wants to eat you alive and leave nothing left.

“oh, doll.” his laugh is still taunting and raspy. the sound curls and tickles your abdomen and you shiver just hearing it—oh god, it shouldn’t be affecting you like this, he shouldn’t be affecting you like this. “shouldn’t you be fighting me?”

his movements are too fucking quick—his legs move forward and yours backward and you fucking whimper once your back slams against a tree that’s somehow still standing.

the noise has a flicker of surprise and thrill flitting over dabi’s face. and then his wicked smirk grows as he leans in. “you like this, don’t you, doll?”

you want to say that you don’t—you had whimpered because of the pain and that you’d rather throw yourself in the fire around you before admitting that. but you’re hyper aware of the hand around your throat and the knee between your thighs and you can’t fucking think.

it must be written all over your face because he tightens his grip ever so slightly and drawls, “oh, you do.”

your blood is rushing because fuck, he’s right.

“f-fuck off,” you wheeze out, your hands braced against his chest in a half-assed attempt to keep him at bay—but his unspoken threat of burning right through your throat hangs in the air. “let me.. go.”

“but you like this,” he insists menacingly. his shifts his knee even higher and you can’t help but gasp. “the little hero caught by me. look at you, doll, squirming on my thigh so helpless.”

his words have your cheeks heating up. mortified by your body’s responsiveness, you struggle again.

“don’t do that, doll,” he growls in warning, “or else.”

there’s heat emitting from his palm and you can feel your skin burning slightly—it fucking hurts but he’s controlling the heat with precision and the realization of you being completely at his mercy makes you melt.

when he retracts his hand back, the singe on your skin makes you feel lightheaded. “there,” dabi clicks his tongue in satisfaction, “your pretty neck is all marked up.”

and then he’s tangling his fingers into your hair, yanking it roughly so that your lips meet his. his other hand tugs at the remains of your hero costume to feel your body underneath his rough fingertips.

instinctively, you try to resist but once his hand tugs your hair again, you can’t help but reciprocate his forced kiss. in some sort of way of retaliation, you bite at his lip as hard as you can, tasting blood.

he pulls back with a hiss. and yet, his tongue swipes at the scarlet dotting his lower lip, and you try to squeeze your legs together at the sight. he doesn’t miss the action—and his leg presses even more. his bright blue eyes gleam and he snarls. “why don’t i make you bleed instead, doll?”

you open your mouth to snap back but he ducks his head down and you feel his teeth against the tender skin of your neck. a cry rips from you as he continues on to mark up your collarbone with bites.

“what would your allies think?” he mocks you, his nose skimming up along your throat. he sneers against your jawline, “your friends? your family? a hero like you abandoning those who need your help right now to have some fun with a villain like me?”

his words are making your head throb.. you should be fighting back, should be throwing him off and subduing him. you should be putting him behind bars and locking him up where he belongs. but all the sensations on your body say otherwise.

“just- just shut up and kiss me,” you gasp, half demanding, half pleading. one of your hands grab the back of his neck to pull him to you but he leans back, sneering once again.

“no, no, doll- you’re not gonna have your way just like that.” dabi grips your thigh and suddenly hoists it up—painfully without warning so you can feel him. “answer my question.”

a soft moan leaves your lips. the shame burns much hotter than his flames and it’s taking everything in you to look at him in the eye.

“i- i-” you stammer, unable to find the words to answer him. they’d be ashamed of you, of course. helplessly falling into this trap and savoring this villain’s touch.

“they’d be so proud of you, wouldn’t they?” dabi supplies, grinning at the mess he’s made you. “you just melt when i get my hands on you, doll. so pathetic.”

another moan resonates from your throat and he chuckles in devilish delight. “c’mon, hero,” he purrs and his hips suddenly roll forward once. “i wanna hear you say it.”

“i’m-” his movement is all you can focus and fuck, everything feels so hot. the flames, your body, him. you feel like you’re drowning in heat and the shame makes your heart lurch. “i’m pathetic-”

“that’s right,” he hisses, and you whimper in pain again when his calloused fingers yank down on your hair. his teeth clash against yours and you can feel the staples along his tongue—the kiss is all messy and you think you’re going to pass out again.

when he finally relents and pulls back, his dark gaze is captivating, promising. “won’t you tell me your name now, doll?”

oh, he’s going to burn you. your name, your reputation, your body, your heart, your everything.

and like a moth to a flame, you let him.

you tell him your name.

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ice-dragon-waifu · 25 days

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todayisawthewhxlewxrld · 1 year

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"i cant help but Want You"

"i know that i’d die without you"

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

pairing// touya todoroki/ dabi x gn!reader

word count// 2.9k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“touya-“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Now give me the bracelet,” he deadpans.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Really?” you ask, taken aback.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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sinfulx · 2 years

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## touya nsfw drabbles

warnings; possessiveness, baby trapping, breeding kink, praise kink, public sex, virgin!dabi and probably more i cannot think of. ...around 8 drabbles in total

imagine dabi being a virgin but still wanting to breed someone just not knowing what to do. it's the todoroki genes just making him want to see his doll round and full. he just needs to be guided and taught then he can pump you full of his cum. <3

imagine dabi who doesn't want to cum inside you and knows he needs to pullout soon but your cunt is just squeezing against his length and it feels oh so good so he forgets all about it and focuses on your walls spasming and cums inside. :(

imagine virgin dabi who just doesn't know teasing and he finds himself accidentally edging you and your just a broken record :( why aren't u allowed to cum, you know you've been such a good girl for him but he just doesn't allow it. after u ask him why he's apologizing, he didn't know it was edging but he will probably do it again soon.

imagine soft dom dabi who just gets off to you saying his real name, your soft whimpering voice saying 'touya' drives him to the edge, he was even a little sneaky and recorded you saying it during your multiple orgasms, he just loves stroking his cock and hearing you purr out his name. the little "touya- please"'s will definitely make him finish quickly. and he just cant stop, even when he hears the car in the driveway, the door slamming shut to indicate your home, he's too blissed out to stop, he's already staining the sofa with his hot sperm. so when you get in the house, you just so happen to see him getting off to your sweet moans.

imagine dabi baby trapping u :( he promises to you that he will pull out and with your little whines that you aren't on the pill, it just makes his plan more of success. he doesn't even bother to listen to your pleads to pull out, its already his plan to make your stomach round with his child. imagine dabi being so sweet and nice to you, it's so odd to have him be gentle and kind with you, little do you know it's all a facade and he really just wants a taste of your cunt. he just can't help himself, he needs to stick his waiting cock in your pussy right now! it's so mean of him to use you but you're so naive, it was just a perfect plot against you :( bonus points if he baby traps you when he does get to fuck you, then you're tied to him forever. it's so sick of him but now you're his. <3 imagine possessive touya, you're with someone else and it just gets him all tense, he told you his first name so you should know that you're his and no one else's. so why are you all comfortable with another man, it makes him so sick to his stomach, don't you see what your doing to him. so when you're all done with the other, touya sees red when you're coming up to him, so much so that he just wants to show the guy who you belong to, it's so gross of touya to pound you on the coffee table, staring down the man who you were with. you're gonna be sore tomorrow for sure. :(

imagine touya who has a slight praise kink, something he'll never admit but you just secretly know the way he whimpers when you tell him how good you're doing for him. saying how good he is taking a dildo up his ass makes him whine a little bit more and you always see the change. he just loves being told how much a good boy he is being to you <3

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dabisqueen · 1 year

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Eren being his crybaby-self over being bullied by Dabi and Shigaraki.

@alekstraszas tagging you and @ficsforeren, I don't know any other blog names anymore. Where's Nina?

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You're The Worst | Chapter 1

Pairing: Touya Todoroki x Reader

Word Count: 875 words

Summary: Paw's and Claw's has a fun staff. However, the nosy bad boy, Touya, loves to pick on you. What will happen when he notices the array of bruises hidden under your sweatshirts? Maybe he isn't so bad after all.

Author's Note: So, this fic idea has been in my mind for a while. I hope everyone likes it. This will be a multi-chapter fic as I don't have a ton of time to write. Oof. Please be patient with me. Also, I inserted my cat Thomas because it's almost been a year since he passed, and I think of him every day. I know. So self-indulgent.

TW: Domestic Violence (Not from Touya), Fem!Reader, Violence in general (There will be a fight, not in this chapter though.), drinking, smoking, cursing. Let me know if I missed anything!

“That looks like shit.”

Good god, I wish he would just shut up. This is the third time today he’s butted into my work.

“No, it looks great Touya. You’re just an ass with shit handwriting. Jealous much?” We looked over my work. The sign looked great honestly. I really outdid myself this time. In delicate script it read “Tom” adorned with little hearts around the name. I put up the sign on Tom’s’ kennel, a large grey and white cat sitting at the farthest possible corner of the kennel away from the door. “Do you have his bio?”

“Of course, what am I? Incompetent?” He made quick work of putting up his bio underneath the name card I made. He typed his up like normal. I gazed sadly at the big tom cat sitting in the cage. “Hey doll, he’ll get adopted. You always get too attached.”

I grimaced at the pet name. He always looks for a way under my skin. However, he took it upon himself to never call me by name. I need to come up with my own for him. Maybe he’ll leave me alone if I come up with something heinous.

“Some of us have hearts, jackass.” Wait, that one fits. Still not original enough. I glanced at him to see him already staring at me. If looks could kill. You would think working in a shelter there would be nice coworkers here. Everyone else was nice. Not this guy. His intimidating look didn’t help his case. Tattoos were everywhere but the one on his face gets the most frowns from potential adopters. The row of flames over his left brow. Wait is that… “Touya, did you redye your hair? You should do a better job of not getting that shit on your skin. You look insane.”

“Why you lookin’ at me so hard? Like what you see?” My face was already showing my irritation before, but now I could feel it twist in disgust.

“No. The hair dye stains are really not doing it for me.” I do a swift 180 degrees and make my way out of the cat room and into the lobby once more. “Hey Toga! Any new applications come in?” Her face lit up as she looked up at me. Her sharp canines stuck out as she smiled.

“(Y/N)! We had one come in for Mochi!” She was practically jumping out of her chair. “Dabi! Come and look at the place!” Touya leaned over the counter and looked down above the monitor as I walked around the desk. It was a beautiful house in suburbia with a huge fenced in back yard. “Mochi will love it, don’t ya think?”

“He’ll love it little vamp.” I said. My eyes hovered over the screen to notice the time. “You should head out. It’s 5:30! You know the boss won’t be happy about you staying over too much.”

Toga pouted, but I was right. Tomura gets so pressed when she stays over. It must be that big brother dynamic. She got up to gather her things for the evening and shut down the computer. “He’ll be fine, but I’ll tell him you guys said hi!” With that she gave me a big hug and skipped towards the door and out to the parking lot. Touya turned and stared at me as soon as he had locked the door. Without saying a word I got to work cleaning the lobby. Working with animals was messy and there was a mix of dog and cat hair being swept up. I heard Touya’s heavy boots moving towards the hallway leading to the dog kennels. I instantly relaxed and continued my chores, completely blocking out my thoughts.

“Doll,” My body was on autopilot as I put away the cleaning supplies. “Don’t ignore me doll. It’s time to bail.” I quickly finished putting things up and grabbed my bag. Both our footsteps synced as we made our way to the door. Touya held the door open. “Ladies first.” I could hear the cockiness in his voice. He wasn’t going to get a reaction out of me so late in the day. My car’s taillights blinked as I unlocked it. Today was a hot one. The evening sun was shining on me. I pushed up the sleeves to my sweater and was nearly to my car when I heard Touya’s deep voice closer to me than expected. “That’s a nasty bruise.”

The sweaters I wore for the last 6 months were to avoid these questions. It was no secret Kai, my boyfriend, wasn’t the best guy. His record was a mile long. No one would know he mistreated me, however. Kai made a good show of being a loving boyfriend while also being a piece of shit in every other aspect of his life. He won me over with gifts and treated me like a princess. He said I was his perfect girl. Do men treat perfect girls like this?

“Mind your business.”

Touya’s eyes narrowed. “I’m not a dumbass, (y/n).” With that he got in his black 5.0 mustang and pulled out of the parking lot leaving me standing next to my car.

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