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lost-child-animeisacomfort · 2 years

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Dabi as a Boyfriend

If Dabi were a boyfriend:

I think he would struggle with communication. If he got upset he would leave the room or shut down right then and there. There is no chance he would lay a hand on his partner due to his abusive upbringing.

Getting out of a shut out headspace would be very difficult. With time and space for a bit and he comes and finds you but can’t look you in the eyes. You have to remind him that you aren’t leaving him and how much you love him. The reassurance helps him a lot.

Either a very light sleeper or a very heavy sleeper. The wind right outside the window could wake him up, worried another villain might take you from him. Unfortunately, 80% of the time, he sleeps lightly.

The off chance he is solidly sleeping, he snores just a little and sometimes he mumbles. He mumbles about protecting the love of his life and threatening the lives of those that dare come near you.

When it comes to cuddling, sometimes he feels okay to cuddle with you. His skin can be more sensitive on some days than others.

When he does want to, Dabi will just wrap his arms around you and hold you as closely as he can.

If he doesn’t want to cuddle, you can still sleep in the same bed, but give him some space. Or either one of you will sleep on the couch you keep in the room for this reason.

Dabi is a little more touchy with you than people would expect. His arm is around you, his hand is on your thigh when you’re sitting next to each other. Any form of physical contact, he wants it, he just wouldn't say it out loud.

When you two are in bed together, Dabi will often tell you how much he wants to protect you from everything. He wants to protect you from people, both heroes and other villains that are after him, he wants to protect you even from colds.

If you do end up sick, when he isn’t on a mission, that man is bringing you soup, a wet and cold wash cloth, the stuffed animals and blankets you want, as well as a shirt of his so you could hold it while he’s gone or to wear it.

Thank you for reading!! This was my first fanfic post I’ve done. I’m better with stories, not head cannons, but I tried. Hopefully, it wasn’t too bad. I appreciate the support! <3

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beybuniki · 3 months

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someone sucks at otome games

#its hatoful boyfriend #for obvious reaso s #bnha #dabi #todoroki toya #hawks #takami keigo #dabihawks

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willowser · 10 months

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but this touya 🥺 he's sitting at the kitchen table too early in the morning, awake because your ex-boyfriend is coming to pick up your daughter for their father's day out. touya is half-asleep in his cheerios, only grunting out a response when your daughter asks him questions, bright and cheery, laughing too loud when she pokes and prods him and he grabs her hands up in his own and tickles her.

when the doorbell rings, she's scooping up her backpack and unzipping it quickly, slapping a folded up piece of paper on the table before running off around the corner. you follow her, exchange some pleasantries with her dad, wish him a happy father's day, give your daughter a hug and tell her you'll see her in a few days.

she stands in the doorway and shouts, loud, the high pitch in her voice echoing off the ceiling. "bye dabi!" and when he says it in return, she ends with, "i love you!"

(you don't miss the twist of your ex-boyfriends lips, his clear disaste for touya souring his expression.)

(you don't miss touya's hesitant pause from the kitchen, his voice scratchy and low when he calls back, "love you, too, kid.")

after she's gone, you mosey on back to the kitchen to see him leaning over whatever she'd left him; a piece of construction paper, colorful and a bit messy and crinkled, but all her nonetheless.

it's a picture of she and touya as little stick figures, him much too tall, hair dark and spiky. in between them, you think, is a drum-set, a call-back to the time he'd brought her to the bar he works at before it opened, during the day, and he'd let her bang around on all the instruments and be as loud as she'd wanted.

happy fathers day i love you is written across the top in bright pink, a little hard to read, but there regardless. touya stares at it quietly, only coming back to life after you run a hand over his back gently.

"mom's gonna lose it when she sees this," he murmurs quietly, shaking his head as if the idea is ridiculous.

but you don't miss his quiet sniff, the way he clears his throat before carefully folding the paper back into place, keeping it held tightly in his fist.

#this guy didn’t even WANT KIDS 🥺#and yall have been together for a little while now and he ADORES your daughter #would pull the moon from the sky to make her happy #but — her real dad is still in the picture ? so he's never considered that she sees him as anything other than 'mom's boyfriend'#so to get a happy father's day drawing 🥺🥺🥺🥺#it touches his little heart in ways he never expected 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺#WAAAHHH he's so cute ajfheiakal #cw children #✿ willow writes #✿ thoughts: dabi/touya #✿ theme: dad dabi/touya #✿ theme: step dad touya

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inkykeiji · 10 days

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⋆₊˚⊹♡ touya-nii + his nasty habit of sneaking into your bedroom

character: todoroki touya | dabi warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, pseudocest, noncon, a slight bit of degradation, implied size difference words: 1.2k

he’s always careful when he starts. careful when he creeps into your room in the middle of the night, sock clad feet quiet against the hardwood; careful to keep the doorhandles latch from catching on the strike plate as he closes it behind him; careful not to wake you as he slinks into your frilly little bed, knocking stuffed animals and extra pillows onto the floor, as he worms his way beneath your pink-piped comforter and slithers his hand between your silky thighs—ah, good girl, you’re not wearing those pesky sleep shorts, just like he told you not to (good little sisters only wear panties to bed; and sometimes, they don’t even wear those, he had informed you)—and then wiggles his fingers under your lacy undies.

that’s when he stops being careful.

because he loves that sharp gasp of surprise, that sheer unadulterated bolt that courses through your body—shock in the purest, prettiest form—that jolts you from your blissful slumber almost violently; skin shuddering, eyes snapping open, when he shoves two dirty fingers into your ill-prepped cunt.

it’s his favourite sound in the world, he swears it is, swears he would bottle it up and keep it close to his heart if he could, swears he would wear it around his neck like the cutest, daintiest little noose, tethering him to you.

but this is the next best thing, he supposes.

your eyes slip shut again, so tightly they crinkle the corners and furrow your brow, and a whine of his name spills from your lips; first in frustration, then again all wispy and dumb when he curls his knuckles against that plush spot buried deep inside of you—that spot he knows so well, that spot he discovered, then claimed as his own.

yeah, not so irritated now, are ya, y’little brat.

no, you’re not. you’re sighing out his name in time with the pumps of his fingers, all melty and stupid and oh-so-cute, knotted with his honorific and seeping into your lace-trimmed pillows in little threads of drool. you’re grinding your ass back against his hard cock as you pathetically hump his palm, indulging him as his hips rut into your plush flesh, pre-cum steadily leaking through his thin pyjama pants, staining plaid in dark wet patches.

“touya-nii,” you whimper, back arching a little, nipples peaked through the thin cotton of your camisole. “stop, stop.”

this is the routine almost every time, practiced and perfected through night after night of rehearsals, and you play your part flawlessly; effortless and enticing and full of emphasis, because you know he gets off on it—the no!s and wait!s and don’t!s, sometimes spit from your lips, sometimes dribbling out the corner of your mouth, only heightening the whole sordid affair.

because you’re just as fucking sick as your big brother is.

he can’t stop, don’t you know?

it’s all your fault, he’s telling you, voice caught somewhere between accusatory and mocking. if you weren’t such a slutty little tease, nii-chan wouldn’t have to do this.

but it’s all just a game; he knows you love it just as much as he does, knows you’re just as depraved as he is, because your actions don’t match your words, you bad girl, the rolling of your hips encouraging the rocking of his own, one of your free hands threading itself over his and guiding it to your breast, bony knuckles pressing into a soft palm as his fingers flex around supple flesh.

if you didn’t love it, if you didn’t want it, then why would you prance around the house in those short, short little dresses? the ones that fan out when you twirl to your music in the living room or ride up when you bend over while cooking in the kitchen, gifting anyone within the immediate vicinity (your vile siblings and their prying eyes) a coveted glimpse of the silk and lace clinging delicately to your cheeks; the ones that are an inch or two too short to be considered wholly decent, and the ones Daddy has repeatedly told you to stop wearing around your big brothers—especially the eldest.

“m’sorry, touya-nii, m’sorry, m’sorry.”

no, you’re not, but that’s okay. he isn’t, either.

at least you have each other.

your other hand snakes between your tensing thighs, cupping his own, little fingers layering larger ones as they try to speed up his motions, push his digits deeper, fuck you harder, give you more.

these trysts never last long enough, though; no matter how hard he tries to lengthen them, to savour them, you’re both too eager, too hungry for one another, cumming too quickly in the dead of night as your bodies tremble together, as names shatter on tongues in sharp whispers and limbs seize and tangle and fuse into one.

it’s always so fucking messy, your cunt clenching around your conjoined fingers, slick dribbling down his knuckles in thick dollops to pool in his hand, to settle in the lines of his palm and streak his inner wrist in pretty shimmering streams.

it’s always so fucking messy, his grunts hot and humid against the nape of your neck, forehead pressed to the crown of your head as his cock throbs, filling flannel with copious amounts of burning, sticky cum—so much it seeps through the material to soak your scrunched panties, so much it dries in a hard glaze, welding lace to your ass.

you don’t ever dare to wash it off, clean it away, eradicate the evidence, instead allowing each other’s pleasure to stain your skins, wearing it like a mark of honour, a claim of ownership, barely visible when it dries into something firm and translucent, but there nonetheless.

his fingertips continue to flutter against that swollen spot until ripples of overstimulation are shuddering through your flesh, until your little hand is wreathing around his syrupy wrist and nails are biting into his flesh and tugging, tears beginning to bead your lashes.

only then does he chuckle and pull his hand free, knuckles hooking in an attempt to scrape your walls, a heavy coat of your arousal glistening on his fingers.

“you cum so fucking much for your big brother,” he growls in your ear, lips wet against the cartilage, voice tapering off into a whine. “look at how wet you get for me.”

two of his fingers flatten against your cheek and then swipe, slow and hard and thorough, smearing a thick film of your slick across your face, from the tip of your temple to the corner of your mouth, back and forth and back and forth until it’s been rubbed into your skin.

callused fingertips push past your parted lips, weighing down on your tongue and cramming themselves into your throat, forcing you to taste yourself—to taste him, painted in you; spicy nicotine and heady salt.

“you’re fucking disgusting,” he pants out, but his pupils are gaping, watching as your gorge yourself on your big brother’s flesh, lips puckering and cheeks hollowing as your tongue curls around his knuckles and tries to siphon him further down your throat.

a whine splinters in his chest as he pulls his extremities free from your voracious grip, slathered in spit, viscous cords strung between his knuckles as he spreads them apart.

“yeah, you’re real fucking sick, y’know that?”

“you made me like this, nii-chan,” you breathe out dreamily, already drifting back into sleep’s welcoming embrace, body going lax in his arms and snuggling back against his chest.

yeah, he fucking did.

and neither of you would have it any other way.

#dabi smut #dabi x reader #dabi x you #todoroki touya smut #todoroki touya x reader #todoroki touya x you #wrote this real quick before bed last night #after my boyfriend had slathered my own slick all over my face hehehe #so thank u for inspiring this lil piece sir #inky.touya #inky.dabi #tw:noncon #tw:pseudocest

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knightingale-errant · 11 months

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#i love dabis ebenezer scrooge ass pajamas #and hawks' ugly ass gucci jacket #no drip boyfriends #dabihawks #toukei #hotwings #mha #bnha #dabi/hawks #hawks/dabi #takami keigo #todoroki touya #dabi x hawks #hawks x dabi

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yugiohz · 1 year

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idk i think they're equally annoying roommates

#so much to say abiout the league's living situation *stays silent*#those sheets look way too nice dabi would never but this is not about environmental storytelling #i know in my heart shigaraki plays otome games im not even woobifying him he has nothing else to do #like what did he even do before the launched his career as a terrorist he literall waited to become of age for that #my point it he's played whichever gamebä #he could get his dry hands on and this time its hatoful boyfriend #i read the plot summary it sounds crazy #bnha #shigaraki tomura #shimura tenko #todoroki toya #dabi #please no boy x boy tagging im very petty about this sorry #sketches #lov

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theghooligan · 5 months

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rindou’s audacity should never be questioned. my nasty little meow meow.

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jubilee40 · 3 months

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Prison Boyfriend/Penpal Series

🚔🚔🚔🚔🚔🚔🚔🚔🚔🚔🚔🚔🚔🚔🚔🚔

Prompts:

The reader is lonely (desperate) one night and after a couple of glasses of wine she decides to apply to be a prison penpal.

Reader is a part of a good Samaritan organization that helps reform prisoners.

This series will be a combination of my ideas and your requests.

This series will most likely have more smut, dark content, and angst then fluff.

All of the fics will be in a Modern World AU

THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION

🚔🚔🚔🚔🚔🚔🚔🚔🚔🚔🚔🚔🚔🚔🚔🚔

ATTACK ON TITAN

EREN YEAGER

LEVI ACKERMAN

REINER BRAUN

BUNGO STRAY DOGS

OSAMU DAZAI

FYODOR DOSTOEVSKY

YUKI FUKUZAWA

JUJUTSU KIASEN

TOJI FUSHIGURO

SATORU GOJO

SUGURU GETOU

RYOMEN SUKUNA

KENTO NANAMI

MY HERO ACADAMIA

KATSUKI BAKUGOU

IZUKU “DEKU” MIDORIYA

KEIGO “Hawks” TAKAMI

TOMURA SHIGARAKI

TOYA “DABI” TODOROKI

KAI “OVERHAUL” CHISAKI

JIN “TWICE” BUBAIGAWARA

TOKYO REVENGERS

MANJIRO “MIKEY” SANO

KEN “DRAKEN” RYUGUJI

NAHOYA “SMILEY” KAWATA

SOUYA “ANGRY” KAWATA

RAN HAITANI

RINDOU HAITANI

HARUCHIYO SANZU

WAKASA IMAUSHI

HAKKAI SHIBA

SHUJI HANMA

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hotwings-incorrect-quotes · 1 month

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dabi: *sitting down on the couch near hawks* move fat nugget

hawks: u think i look fat? 🥺

dabi: no birdy, i didn’t mean...

hawks: YOU THINK I’M FAT! 😫😫😫

dabi: fuck. no, i really didn’t mean that

hawks: but... you said

dabi: i know, that was stupid. i’m sorry dove

dabi: *opening his arms* c’mere

hawks: *hugs dabi* ‘kay

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yanderlus · 7 months

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You were the last thing Touya saw before fainting.

You were so worried about this man you never saw before, and as much as you felt he wasn't someone to trust completely, your sense of honor and selflessness was louder and painful than ever.

Somehow you made it into carring him on your back to a place nearby and safe.

He was placed on a bed at the basement of your house. You treated of his burns, bandaging each wound you could see.

He was breathing normally so you didn't have to do CPR or that kind of thing.

You could see he was stable at least.

You placed a thermic blanket over him so the cold wouldn't reach him.

After a bit more of caretakes, you left a chocolate porridge for him by the side of the bed, locking the door at the top of the stair behind you.

Little did you know he was conscient the whole time.

And that he would take great advantage of that sweet little nurse who treated him with care and love

#yandere boyfriend #yandere #boku no hero academia #dabi x reader #male yandere #yandere x reader #dabi #touya todoroki #touya x reader #mha dabi #mha smut #mha x reader

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kelin-is-writing · 1 year

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We have Dabi burning anyone who talks shit about you, but what if he overheard a bunch of pervs having a lewd conversation about you 🫢 maybe it’s your coworkers and he just so happened to hear all the filth they were saying about you:

“I wish I could see what those tits looked like underneath that uniform”

“I wonder if she’s still a virgin”

“They say the shy girls are the freakiest in bed”

“If I had her number, I’d ask her to send nudes every night for me to jerk off to”

Meanwhile, Dabi is sizzling with anger, steam coming off the top of his head and smoke flaring from his nostrils like a pissed off dragon

ANOOOOOOON— WHAT HAVE YOU DONE LIKE— I DON’T EVEN HAVE MY MEMES TO USE ON THIS ONE, BUT MY BRAIN IS SHORT-CIRCUITING HARD I PROMISE.

protective!dabi is everything please...

like— he wouldn’t let it out in the moment, because you’re on a date in public and problems might arise, but those comments bothers him a lot for three (3) reasons:

1. you’re clearly taken, that’s something disgusting to do (in his opinion);

2. you’re a person not an object, they’re disgusting and disrespectful;

3. the way they sexualized you like that, for everyone to hear, makes him want to vomit.

and if they didn’t want to apologise, scum like them always refuses to acknowledge their wrongdoings, dabi will take care of taking out the trash personally.

the villain tells you to wait there for him, sitting on a bench, as “i’ve got something important to take care of princess, i’ll be right back”, giving you a way too shining smile whereas his eyes were cold as ice; he then took off, menacing grim expression taking over his feature as soon as he turns away from you.

when dabi saw from a far the small group getting into an alley (of course they were thugs), he silently followed them suit trailing behind those four garbages and when he was close enough to the one on the far back the black haired young man lifted his hand level face with him and blue flames started coming out of his palm mercilessly, setting the guy on fire in few seconds.

when hearing the pained scream of their companion, the other three turned going blank when recognising dabi standing beside their lit up friend that was trying uselessly to take out the fire, before turning completely into ashes.

his turquoise furious orbs settled on the remaining trash bags as he slowly walked up to them:

“lemme show you scums what happens when you disrespect my woman.”

#kelin responds #answered #anonymous #bnha x reader fanfic #mha x reader fanfic #dabi x reader fanfic #touya todoroki x reader fanfic #bnha x reader #mha x reader #dabi x reader #touya todoroki x reader #PLEASE HE WOULD BE THE MOST PROTECTIVE AND CARING BOYFRIEND OUT THERE. HANDS DOWN.#LIKE— his motto is “every tongue that raises against y/n SHALL and WILL fall”#he's very serious consistent and faithfull to it 🤧

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bnhabadass · 7 months

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Self-indulgent Dabi thoughts cause I can't sleep

Dabi with an s/o who is calm under pressure, who can handle emergency situations with a level head and compartmentalizes in the moment to assure everyone's safety, then completely breaks down once the threat has been contained.

Dabi who sees how strong you are and how much you do for everyone else. You give so much. You offer yourself up as a shoulder to cry on. You assure the others when things go awry. You are the calming presence in the LoV that no one knew they needed until they met you.

Dabi who hears you answering your phone and notes your shift in tone once you hear that Spinner, Toga, and Compress got into a fight with some heroes and Compress lost a lot of blood. He watches you quickly grab your coat and your car keys and the two of you drive to the hideout in silence where you meet up with the rest of the League.

Dabi who watches you give orders to the league as if you're the boss. You need bandages and gauze and you need Twice to make a double to do a blood transfusion. You're in the zone, running on pure adrenaline. You don't go home until you deem him stable, and Dabi can see the bags under your eyes taking shape after hours of you "being on."

Dabi who holds you as you sob into his chest. The events of the night hit you as soon as you close the apartment door and you crumple up on the ground letting out heaving messy sobs. "He could have died! What the fuck, Dabi. He was fine this morning, but then he wasn't!"

Dabi who lets you stay with him for as long as you need, because you give so much. He doesn't care if the salt from your tears irritates his stitches. He'll stay curled up with you under a blanket. He'll make you your favorite foods. He'll be the one to comfort you, because you do so much for him and everyone else. It's the least he can do in return.

#cuddly boyfriend dabi is the best dabi #dabi x reader #mha dabi #bnha dabi #dabi headcanons #dabi comfort

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willowser · 10 days

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i feel like touya is the horribly, horribly lovesick kind.

like, i don't think he wants to say his feelings for you out loud, doesn't even want to think about them, really. he's just sort of hoping you wise up and figure out that you're madly in love with him and do something about it yourself.

whenever you two are together and hanging out with friends, he's so fun and crazy touya ! even if it's just as friends ! but if he's hanging out with others without you, he's so—bummer touya: picks on others too much and starts fights just for the sake of fighting and he kind of just sulks in the corner, drinking to himself and wallowing in his misery.

he's also kind of always got someone, an arm he hangs off of so he doesn't look as lonely as he feels. it's never anything serious in his mind; yes, he sleeps in their bed and hangs out with their friends and parties with them and lets himself be held in his sleep.

but if you were to show even an ounce of interest, he'd come running. it's all just for show, someone to spend his time with, so as not to draw too much suspicion when he clings to your back and murmurs jokes in your ear, for the two of you only.

it's all kind of stupid because—keigo tells him this—if you were interested in him, wouldn't having some side-piece keep you from ever voicing it? which is why touya is constantly telling you that it's nothing, that it's just a fling, not serious enough to pay attention to.

and you always tell him, "okay, touya, whatever you say," with a little smile and a roll of your eyes. teasing him in any way pulls him in further, like he thrives on being the reason for a smile to cross your face.

he's sitting much too close to you on the couch, leaning in far enough that he could kiss you, if you wanted. "what?" he grins, too, dimples deep. "you jealous?"

"no," you scoff, reaching a hand up to squeeze his cheeks once before standing to stretch, letting out a tense little groan as your back straightens and pops. "why would i be?"

but touya doesn't answer, only sinks a little further into the couch, watching your sliver of exposed skin disappear as your arms drop, before looking away.

#✿ thoughts: dabi/touya #he's. kind of toxic LOL #he's so annoying i'm chewing him up and spitting him out #he's got some chick that he's always with and that calls him her boyfriend and he sleeps at her house and #and then he tells you 'oh her ? uh i mean we hang out i guess but aint nothin' more'#LOL #a SLEEZE

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red-riot-unbreakable-heart · 4 months

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Hawks: Baaaaaabe I have a tummy ache!! Be a good boyfriend and make it all better?

Dabi: Again?!

Hawks: *whining* It’s anxiety…being a hero is hard!

Dabi: *resigned* fine…I’ll make you some peppermint tea.

Hawks: Can you make it with your quirk? It always tastes better when you heat it up yourself.

Dabi: That doesn’t make any sense. My fire doesn’t impact the taste of the tea.

Hawks: It tastes better when it’s made with love!!

Dabi: Ugh. Any other requests?

Hawks: Tell me I’m the best boyfriend ever and that you love me more than you love being a villain?

Dabi: No.

Hawks: C’mon…pleaseeeeee?

Dabi: No.

Hawks: PlllleeeEEEaaaaAAAsssseeEEEeee

Dabi:

Dabi: …fine…I love you.

Hawks: 😍

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fuckitweebtime · 1 month

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This specific pic has me acting UP

#loml #boyfriend #let's redeem ur bloodline dabi #mha #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #dabi #anime #mha dabi #touya todoroki

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aira-writes · 1 year

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Being Dabi's Girl

Pairings: Dabi x Fem!Reader

Genre: headcanons, fluff, humor, crack, bnha-imagines, college au

Warnings: language, sexually suggestive

Characters are aged up

A/n: This is not proof-read so read at your own risk. Hope you’ll like this. Dabi might be a bit OOC on this one.

❧ being Dabi’s girl means getting kissed by him at random times.

❧ he'll place his palm on the side of your cheek—abruptly but gently pulling your face towards his without any warning.

❧ you’re baking and busy mixing a bowl of batter in your hand?

❧ Dabi’s big, warm, and calloused hands cupping your cheek, him leaning down to your height, and him smashing his lips on to your chocolate smudged ones—all in a swift motion

❧ “think it needs more chocolate, doll.” he smirks at you, licking his own lip.

❧ you’d just stand there, in a daze, trying to get over what had happened.

❧ your sneaky boyfriend would just raise his eyebrows at you, smirking and teasing you with his eyes.

❧ “I—”

❧ “oh and stop tasting the batter every 5 mins or you'll ran out of mixture, doll.”

❧ and with that, he went straight to the fridge and took out a jug of milk

❧ the guy already took a swig when you finally were able to get over your dazed state

❧ “Babe!—I told you not to drink directly on the jug.”

❧ “whoops, my bad.” he chuckled and wiped his mouth using the back of his hand.

❧ You rolled your eyes at his teasing stare.

❧ “I’ll do that next time. Promise.” he leaned down and kissed your forehead before walking out the kitchen

❧ another time, you were studying in your study room since the exams were coming up.

❧ a few scattered pens lied on top of your table, together with your notes, thick books, scrunched up papers, your laptop and a black americano to keep you awake for the rest of the night.

❧ you were busy reading a paragraph when you heard the door creaked open.

❧ you didn’t have to guess who it was

❧ “jgh. What you up to, doll?” you heard him speak, your back still turned on him

❧ “hey baby. I’m studying for my exams.” you replied back, nose still buried in the book you’re reading as you typed on your laptop.

❧ you heard him walk towards where you were and stopped behind you, leaning forwards a bit to take a glimpse of what you were working on your laptop

❧ you still had your eyes glued to your laptop, typing away as you summarized a topic.

❧ you knew he was just close even when you have your back turned on him because you could smell a quiff of his cologne.

❧ “are you hungry, baby? There’s some food in—” you were about to face your boyfriend when your swivel chair was spun around all of a sudden

❧ and before you knew it, a pair of lips connected on to yours cutting of what you were going to say

❧ those pair of lips gave yours a teasing nibble before you were swung back around making you face your laptop again.

❧ “—famished.” he whispered in your ear that sent tingles to your spine

❧ then he walked back to the door. “Where did you say the food was, doll?”

❧ you didn't have to turn around to know that your cocky boyfriend must be smirking right now, amazed at what's he's done and amazed at the reaction he got from you.

❧ you blinked once, twice, then trice

❧ damn you cocky dabi

❧ “uh—um—k-kitchen.” you stuttered out the words and meeped at yourself for being such a blabbering mess.

❧ “thanks, baby. I'll come back up when I'm done.” he left the room and you didn't fail to hear his chuckle as he closed the door shut

❧ you facepalmed with exasperation.

❧ he and his damn steal-kissing-thingy!

❧ earlier, you wanted to smack the smirk off his face because he once again stole a kiss and caught you offguard— he even managed to distract you from studying

❧ but you already felt the heat rising to your cheeks

❧ and you definitely didn't want to give him the satisfaction that he succeeded in getting a reaction from you

❧ so you resisted the urge to smack your boyfriend's face with a thick book at that moment.

❧ being Dabi’s girl also means sleeping on a different position at night and waking up to a different sleeping position in the morning

❧ it’s no surprise that Dabi is a touchy kinda boyfriend.

❧ he may not be verbal about his clingy side, but his actions really shows that side of him

❧ one time, you were taking a little longer than usual in the bathroom because you were applying your night skin care routine

❧ unbeknownst to you—while you were busy humming a tune and putting on some acne spot treatments, your boyfriend was getting impatient as he waited in bed

❧ “fuck!”

❧ “That would’ve been a fun word to hear from you, if you were actually right beside me in bed and cradled in my arms, doll.”

❧ you were startled upon seeing a figure in the mirror. He was leaning against the doorway and with his arms crossed against his chest— a figure in which you were damn sure, wasn’t there a second ago

❧ you rolled your eyes “you scared me, baby.” you whined as you continued applying your cream

❧ “can’t believe this bathroom’s hogging my girl. Fuck you, bathroom. Can I have her back now?”

❧ you giggled at his words. “I’ll be done in a sec. Don’t miss me too much.”

❧ “the bed’s not gonna warm itself, doll.”

❧ you managed to finish your skin care 2 minutes earlier, before your possessive-ass of a boyfriend starts whining

❧ and that’s when you remember sleeping next to Dabi and being the little spoon

❧ his right hand innocently placed on your waist which seemingly happens to move downwards every few seconds, and the biceps on his left hand—serving their sole purpose—as your arm pillow

❧ when you wake up, there’s already a small drop of saliva dribbled on your boyfriend’s tshirt right in his chest area—where your head was layed on a few seconds ago

❧ you yawned, scanning your surroundings as you took in the information that you were now already laying on top of your boyfriend

❧ both of his arms were wrapped around your waist while he snored like a puppy.

❧ how he managed to move you without waking you up and without you suffocating him in your sleep—didn't fail to amaze you.

❧ there are also times where you perfectly remember sleeping while being the bigger spoon in bed—Dabi snoring off as he enjoyed the warmth of your arms around his torso.

❧ then waking up to a grinning-sleeping Dabi whose face was perfectly snuggled right between your breasts

❧ and ooh boy does he look like he was having a great dream

❧ Being Dabi’s girl also means getting butt slaps from him at random times

❧ one time, you were able to woke up early. And sensing that your boyfriend was tired from the night before because of his job—you decided to wake him up with a breakfast in bed

❧ managing to free yourself from being entangled in your boyfriend's arms without waking him up and putting on Dabi's loose shirt on because you can't seem to find yours—were the things you did before you walked downstairs and into the kitchen

❧ you had your headphones on and were swaying your hips to the beat of the music as you cooked breakfast

❧ you almost threw the pancakes too high up in the air when a smack landed on your ass that scared the shit out of you

❧ “Dabi!” you whined and glared, facing your snickering boyfriend. “Behave!”

❧ “Couldn’t resist, doll.” He chuckled some more and you resisted the urge to slap his face with the smoking hot pancakes you were cooking.

❧ another example of Dabi’s ass slapping incident was when the guy acquired some flu and would pry you away from him everytime you'd get close—afraid he'll transfer it to you

❧ “doll, I told you. Stay away from me before you get the damn flu.” a fit of coughs soon followed

❧ “No.” you pouted and whined, snuggling more into his neck.

❧ Dabi can't even move you if he wanted to because he's also lost most of his strength, and it doesn't help the fact that you're currently on top of him—straddling the ill guy—and was holding onto him like a koala clinging to its bamboo tree.

❧ “Don’t be stubborn.”

❧ “But I wanna stay with you.”

❧ “No. Now get off.”

❧ “Make me.”

❧ he coughed and groaned.

❧ And before you knew it—“OW! WHAT WAS THAT FOR.”— a strong slap echoed throughout the room

❧ “Now be a good girl and get off daddy before he gets mad.”

❧ Being Dabi’s girl also means being showered with lots and lots of love

❧ Not being able to receive that from his Father, it was only natural for him to give his girl everything he never got to experience

❧ Dabi is very much into PDA and couldn't care less if a lot of people are staring

❧ he’s mostly focused on you to gaf about other people or whatever they’re thinking

❧ he’s keen on being able to touch you almost every time.

❧ he’d have no problem holding your hand in public

❧ he’d also have no trouble teasing you in public—either by using your head as an armrest (because you’re a shorty) or carrying drunk-you like a sack of potatoes

❧ he’d also be the one to initiate physical contact, either by intertwining your hands with his or putting a hand on the small of your back when you’re in a crowded place to make sure you won’t get separated from him

❧ he’s more likely the type of boyfriend to pull your jacket off so he could warm you up himself

❧ Dabi being Dabi would also make you wrap your arms around his waist when you’re riding his motorcycle and would teasingly increase his speed so you’d hug him tighter.

❧ he’d also give you forehead kisses when you’ve already fallen asleep after he just came home from work

❧ he also doesn’t fail to shower you with compliments

❧ “My baby’s so sexy.”

❧ “You smell so good.”

❧ “Shut it, doll. You’re gorgeous.”

❧ “Guess who looks good in red? Yeah, you do.”

❧ “Who’s a good girl for daddy?”

❧ All in all I think Dabi’s an attentive boyfriend

❧ He might be an ass and would tease you a lot most of the time which would result to a nose flaring y/n and looking like a fire breathing dragon—but he really loves you so much.

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