#dabi drabble

[gardenofnoah]

“baby?”

he looks more like a cornered dog than a person right now, and yet against all sense, you approach. even like this, touya would never hurt you. it doesn’t even cross your mind—after all, he’s done this for you.

and what he’s done stains his hands and your new dress. he blinks down at both like he can’t quite wrap his mind around the hue of it.

“baby,” you repeat, as softly as you can manage, “look at me.”

he does, after a moment—you watch him come back to you, loyal as he always was. blue eyes find your own, and there’s something about them that is always so unmarred by all of this. touya may do terrible things, but his eyes are those of a child who’s only ever sought out praise.

“did he hurt you?”

it’d been a rare date that he’d decided to take you on, which really was just greasy food shared between you at the dive bar down the street. it mattered little to you—you were just as happy to lean against his shoulder in that torn up booth. the walk home was the problem.

you’d noticed some guy watching you in the bar. that was the thing about dull men—they never noticed touya until it was too late. he was never any bark—only devastating bite. he’d gotten up when you did, and followed you out into the street. he’d reached out to grab you by the jacket you wore—touya’s jacket—and there was no taking back that.

“no,” you murmur, “you’d never let him, touya.”

he nods, stiff. he’s still a little far away—even knowing that you weren’t hurt, it’s the thought of it that will eat at him the rest of the night. you’ve been here before—he’d pull away if you let him.

you don’t. you close the distance between you, tucking yourself under his chin and squeezing around his middle, all but forcing him to let go of the breath he’s been holding on to.

“oi—your dress—“

“don’t care,” you nuzzle into his chest, affectionate and preening. “you kept me safe.”

there’s a rumbling in his chest at that—something animal that keens at the recognition. he is your protector—he’d never let anyone hurt you.

he doesn’t touch you—he doesn’t want to ruin all the effort you took to look so pretty for him—but he lets you hang off his arm the rest of the way home, careful to shield you—from the road, from other people, from anything.

at all costs, touya protects what he loves.

#maybe i’ll just spend this month writing spooky touya drabbles #todoroki touya x reader #dabi x reader #dabi drabble #mha drabble #bnha drabble #todoroki touya drabble #touya it’s the little things #bea writes ♡

[trueshellz]

Having Dabi's kid, him leaving without you being able to tell him that you're carrying his child until one day he comes back, watching you from the sidelines while you're both at the park. Your son is a spitting image of his dad, bright blue eyes and red hair with streaks of yours interspersed. He's loud and boisterous, a bit clumsy and always tripping over his feet. He babbles and laughs so hard especially when you tickle him, arms and legs flapping when you push him on the swing.

And Dabi actually feels his heart stop.

His own childhood running through his mind, the training with his dad, the trauma and abuse he endured. The way he was ignored, his life deemed useless when a newer, updated version came about with the right quirk his dad desired. He doesn't even realise he's crying until he feels the blood running down his cheeks, small drops on the floor by her booted legs.

"You know, he's just like you."

And then you're there.

The same girl he was always too bad for, not worthy or enough for. You were the light to the darkest part of his soul, the only thing that kept him sane some days and probably the only person who loved him unconditionally. There was nothing about you he didn't love... and then the words sink in.

"W-what?"

A huff of laughter as you bounce the baby on your hip, Dabi can't help but stare as his own blue eyes stare back at him. And then he has to stumble forward as the bundle reaches for him, jumping out of your hands. If it wasn't for his quick reflexes his son, oh my god his son, would have face planted onto the ground.

And then there's a little hand on his face, the scarred bits he had to learn to live with. A light slap as the small palm connects and Dabi can't help but smile as the baby starts gurgling and smacking his lips together.

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[harleys1nhawaii]

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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[phantasmiac]

never forget that dabi is canonically a crybaby/angry crier and would 100% be clenching his butt cheeks trying to hold back the waterworks while arguing with you if his tear ducts weren’t burnt off. and that’s exactly why despite always packing a punch, his insults are nice and short. he’s gotta wrap it up and run out of there quickly before time is up and the dam breaks.

and you think he might truly be heartless when he leaves you to cry all by yourself but bro is literally somewhere having his own music video. sliding down a brick wall, gripping at his shirt, head in his hands, all while still trying to convince himself he doesn’t care. just ten times more pathetic than whatever you’re up to tbh. bc it’s easier for you to pick yourself back up once you realize he’s just gonna come back like always.

but he mastered the art of being dramatic and emotional before he even took his first steps! it doesn’t matter how many arguments you’ve had at this point; in his head, he’s experiencing doomsday for the trillionth time. after he’s done rubbing his eyes raw and furiously wiping away his snot he’ll straighten himself out and put on his most unbothered expression.

and you’ll cry again when he returns, because he hurt you and he’s an asshole for prancing back in all cool and nonchalant like nothing happened — and perhaps because you missed him, just a little. he’ll kiss your forehead and give you his little half assed apologies that you really need to stop settling for. he’ll wipe your tears away and tease you for being such a softie.

“one day you’ll be the one crying over me,” you sniffle. “then you’ll understand.”

if only you knew.

“keep dreaming baby.”

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[honeybubblebeeeeee]

Imagining Dabi just having a touch starved moment. You know those days where you just want nothing more than to be held and coddled and just loved in the most innocent way.

He’d come to your apartment unannounced, he has a key but from what you had known he was busy for the day. He bursts into your room where you’re laying on your stomach doing something on your laptop, in his shirt. Your eyes widen and you smile when you see him. “Hi baby! I didn’t know you were coming over.”

He says nothing, just strips off his jacket and throws it on the floor and sitting against the headboard of your bed. You sit on your knees and look to him. “Touya? You ok?”

He sighed and held out his arms. “C’mere doll.”

You moved over to him, he grabbed you by your hips pulling you onto his lap, wrapping his arms around your waist so you couldn’t go anywhere. He rested his head against your chest.

You wrapped your arms around his head, scratching at his scalp. “What’s wrong?”

He shakes his head. “Nothing.”

You try to pull away to look at him but he doesn’t release his grip if anything he holds you much tighter. You laughed and hold him again. “You sure?”

He nodds, planting a kiss on your neck and resuming his position. “Just wanted you.”

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[90ekz]

dabi looking down at you with proud eyes as you dine on his cock? fuck.

he just can’t help but be kind of emotional because of his good little girl, taking it so well. you were a mess, mascara smeared, spit dripping down your lips, eyes rolled back, and you weren’t stopping.

not that he wanted you to anytime soon.

you were completely oblivious to his overstimulated state, senseless to the fact that you’d already made him cum twice down your pretty throat.

you’d finally popped off, now dragging your tongue up his small trail of white hair.

dabi swears that his life flashed before his eyes at that very moment. you were so slutty that it genuinely scared him.

“my p-perfect little thing…”

with traces of his cum now smeared on his lower abdomen, dabi wonders why his cock isn’t down your throat all the time.

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[willowser]

okay yes. girl dad touya 100%. always. but what if the lil girl isn't his.

when you first start talking, you ask if he's single, married, if he's got any kids. just scoping him out. and he's like, "ew no. don't want any little bastards." LIKE OUCH. so that has you backing off a little, because you're very serious about bringing someone in her life and the last thing you're gonna do is pull in a guy that doesn't want to be there !! no matter how stupid handsome he is.

but dabi is more perceptive than anyone gives him credit for and i think he figures it out pretty quick. and he lets you go, too, for a little while, because he really doesn't like kids. grew up with three younger siblings and couldn't wait to get the fuck out of his parents house, probably left early at like sixteen or something. and he's really not looking to walk back into that kind of shitty family situation.

somehow you end up back in each other's life. and it's got him like fuck. because he wants — something with you, he knows that much. you're not like him, at all; don't come around the bar he works at too often, not littered with tattoos up to your neck like he is, probably never been to jail, either — and you have yet to hold that against him. you're in a whole different tax bracket than he is, because you've got yourself a nice job to provide for your kid, and you still treat him like a person. still smile back at him, hug him when he gets a little shy about your kindness, even brought him flowers once, one night, after he'd make a joke about never getting anything on valentine's day.

so he says fuck it. it's your kid, right ? so how bad could she be, really ?

and he just adores her. not too little — seven this year, she tells him — and she's so funny, for a kid. not afraid of him in the slightest, a little wild, likes to sing, could probably even makes friends with his shit-eating dad. it takes a long time for him to finally meet her, because you're being careful, but he does and you're both surprised by how much he takes to her. has him thinking back on his childhood a little differently; at the time, walking home with fuyumi and baby-sitting on the weekends and having to take natsu with him everywhere and picking up shouto from school every damn day — it seemed like the worst thing back then. but now —

seems silly, to be so hot about.

he lets your daughter call him dabi, because she's so sing-song when she says it, when she calls it to him from across the fucking grocery store. she brings out some weird, repressed kid in him, one that likes to play pretend and get into little mischief, like eating sweets too close to bedtime and finding little ways to prank you when you aren't looking.

it's meant to be so casual when he tells his mom and sister, just a, "yeah, this chick i'm seein' has a kid or whatever," but they ask one question and it turns into story after story after story. takes him a long time to realize he's just going on and on and on about her, that they're just sitting there smiling at him. even makes them tear up a bit, much to his horror, but they're just happy for him, that's all.

and, yeah. he's happy for him, too.

#something something love is in the decision to stay #touya said i'm not the step-dad i'm the dad that stepped up 😤 #snndjdbeja lmaoooo #and then six months later he's like you know what she needs ?? a sibling 💀 ajdbeuebak #touya drabble #dabi drabble #i guess lol #cw children #✿ willow writes #✿ thoughts: dabi/touya #✿ theme: dad dabi/touya #✿ theme: step dad touya

[dabisbratz]

ᥫ᭡ — PUSH IT FOR THE PLEASURE

dabi | touya todoroki x male reader (drabble)

w.c: 0.4k

WARNING: impact play, face-slapping, boot-humping, degradation, dirty talk, slight choking, daddy kink (title used 1 time), slight objectification

a/n: not my most confident work.. but it’s kinda hard to put all my scrambled thoughts abt this into words):<

Dabi loves boys like you, mindbroken and dumb enough to grind against his boot with shameless, pathetic excuses you call hip rolls. He loves the area of skin where thigh meets hip, the swell of your thighs pooling there with every to and fro movement, smearing your juices across the leather of his stolen platforms. He likes the obvious dynamic between the two of you, your pretty body naked and vulnerable as he remains clothed, holding onto your neck with warm palms and fingers.

Dabi loves watching your lips part, shiny and swollen from sucking his dick, like they’re meant to, small huffs of air floating around until it’s indistinguishable, mixed with the wet squelch from between your thighs. Always so smart, quick to correct him when you can, even if you both know you’re wrong. His lips split into a sick grin, staples pulling at his milky skin until it hurts, all sharp teeth and predatory gazes. You’ve always looked better like this, teary eyed and bruised.

“Do something for me, sugar. Show Daddy his favorite hole. Hold it open for me.”

Dabi loves making you hook your fingers into your mouth, fingertips pressed into the silky, smooth surface of the insides of your cheeks. He makes you pull your mouth open, tongue ejected and glistening with your drool as he stares down your throat, cooing when you blink up at him for approval.

“Maybe I should just finger your mouth. Just as wet and messy as your hole, isn’t it? Think it’ll squeeze around me too?”

Dabi loves ignoring you, opting for a harsh tap against your warm cheek. He holds you still, save for your hips, keeps your head steady so you don’t get whiplash. He starts off gentle, a large thumb caressing your cheekbone until it’s pulled away, just to return with a loud smack! and a resounding burn. You look pretty like this, his pretty boy, bracing for impact just a few seconds too late. He chuckles at your gasps, voice raspy and hushed as he rubs the attacked area.

“Aw, does it hurt? Yeah? Then why're you grinding harder?”

Dabi loves pushing you around, grabbing you by the hair to reposition your face against his bulge, pressing your face impossibly close to the protrusion, suffocating you until all you can breathe in is him. His staples catch strays of your hair, but you don’t mind, his hand reaching up to pat your head in approval. The feeling of your face, damp with tears, pressed against his clothed dick as you whine has him reeling, puffs of smoke slipping through his teeth as he sharply exhales.

“Can take—”

“Hush, boy. I know what you can take.”

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[inkykeiji]

please these two are killing me!!!

the way they turn away together!!! it has me thinking about you just begging them to do something with you—something they know you’ll enjoy, something they know they’ll fucking hate, something they know will be worth all of the suffering and embarrassment and annoyance, just to see your sweet smile, to feel your shimmering eyes on their skin and your eager fingers cuffing their wrists, to hear your euphonious giggles as you drag them along, as you get exactly what you want.

fucking brat.

it’s something that they just cannot say a definite no to regardless of how hard they try, something where their rebuffs simply mean try harder, their joint resolves easily, quickly, pathetically chipped away at/eroded by your incessant pleading and pouting—so pretty, so precious, so fucking pernicious, perilous—and something they begrudgingly and ultimately grit their teeth to get through just for you, only for you ♡

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[missmeinyourbones]

dabi + mutual pining 👁️👁️?

…

when dabi returns from the bar without an old-fashioned in hand, your interest is piqued.

you can't help but smile at his sulking shoulders and sullen eyes, "why are you drinkless?"

"don’t ask," he waves you off before slumping into the booth beside you.

after a moment of feeling your beady little eyes focused on his through his peripheral vision, he eventually caves.

"forgot my wallet, so i tried flirting with the bartender for a free drink and—"

his voice trails off, admitting defeat as he uses his open palms to gesture to the empty table before him, the one that represents his failure of negotiation (and smooth talking) skills.

and you would be laughing at his misery if it wasn't for the gears busy turning in your head at a tiny detail of his sentence.

"you know how to flirt?"

dabi’s jaw physically drops in disbelief, "and what the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

"nothing, i don't know!" you're quick to put out the fire, so you sip your drink and brush off the comment. “i just didn't think it was something you did."

dabi grimaces at your amusement of the whole scenario, so he picks the dry skin from his lips with a defensive sigh. 

"i mean, it's not something i do frequently, or to just anyone," he assures, doing his best to keep his voice level. “it's… selective."

"so what i'm hearing is that you're picky."

he looks over to you, and you're enjoying this. cheeks slightly flushed from both the alcohol and the laughter you bite back, you're clearly getting a kick out of his borderline pathetic demise. 

he scoffs before turning his head away from you, not wanting to look you in the eye when he bares his next confession.

"i’ll have you know, i flirted with you the first time we met,” he wraps his knuckles on the table to busy his drinkless hands, “y'know, before i got to know you and became repulsed by you."

from the corner of his eye, dabi can see you giggle behind your drink, fiddling with the straw between your lips. 

you swirl the ice around in the glass. "the first time we met, you said i had a stupid laugh," you knowingly remind him.

and you expect him to fight the accusation, to defend his flirting skills and recall the memory differently; but when he turns to you with a shrug and tight-lipped smile, everything begins to click for you. 

"that's your flirting?” you practically gawk in surprise and he’s tsking away from you once more. 

you’re not satisfied though, now giddy with the realization that not only was he bad at flirting, but he’d willingly admitted that he was flirting with you. your smile is blinding, and he would be content with letting it beam, if it wasn’t at his disadvantage in the first place. 

“oh god it's worse than i thought. no wonder no one wants to fuck you."

“it's not my flirting that's bad,” he holds a defensive finger to the air, “it's the fact that the person i usually flirt with is a fucking idiot. that’s why i’m not fucking anyone.”

his confession brings a wave of heat to your cheeks, and whatever alcohol was buzzing through your veins seems weak compared to the affect of a few passing words from him. 

you clear your throat before shaking your head, "well, maybe you should learn to flirt better. y’know, maybe don't make fun of their laugh within two minutes of meeting them.”

"well, i don't see you coming up with any suggestions," he passes the ball right back to your court.

and you plan to not answer him, prepare to scoff at his silly tease and change the subject. but the more you think about it, the more you let your curiosity get the best of you. 

"compliment them," your voice speaks up after a few moments.

dabi’s eyes light up with a mixture of surprise and pride, "on what?"

"anything you like about them," you shrug casually, as if it’s a simple thing you do all the time. as if you’re constantly bathing him in the knowledge of how much you love his expressive eyes, his quick comebacks, his frowns and smiles and everything in between. 

and it's not until he laughs under his breath that you realize you've been staring at him for a bit too long. that he’s been returning the eye contact and the two of you have been admiring one another for what should be an uncomfortable amount of time. but it feels relatively natural, like admiring how the moon seems to follow your car window on a midnight drive.

you decide to break the tension and stand with a playful scoff, "it's not that hard.” 

dabi’s furrowed brow silently questions your sudden absence, but when you grab your wallet and gesture to the bar, he lights up with realization. 

"you owe me one," you mumble while standing. 

he smiles and nods in appreciation, and when you're walking away from the table, he calls out to you.

"hey," you turn on your heel to be met with his lazy smirk and a look of mischief glowing in his eyes. 

naturally, he grins, "i like your stupid laugh."

#LOVE U FAYE #i couldn’t do this trope without him being a little shit #not edited & requests are closed if anyone even reads these LIL #dabi x reader #dabi x you #dabi fic #dabi blurb #dabi drabble #dabi fluff #touya x you #touya x reader #touya fic

[gardenofnoah]

“wait, are you really scared?”

you groan into the pillow you have your face smushed into. you know you’ll have indents on your cheeks from how hard you’re holding it, but it’s either that or gorey jump scares.

“yes, touya, i’m fucking scared.”

you hear his chuckle from the other side of the couch and fight the urge to smack him with the pillow. if only it wasn’t the one thing protecting you right now.

“aw,” he coos, dripping in condescension, “poor baby. c’mere—i’ll save you.”

your snort is muffled by the fabric, but you scoot across the couch toward his voice anyway. in a rather impressive display of coordination, you manage to drag yourself up to settle on his chest—all without losing your blinder.

“there ya go,” touya murmurs, plucking the pillow from your hands. you squawk, reaching to grab it back before the next scene.

“why are you like this? give me it—“

you’re cut off by sudden darkness. you blink, and as your eyes adjust, you see much more of your boyfriend’s skin than you had just a second ago.

“touya.”

“yeah, babe.”

“i am in your shirt.”

you feel the laugh rumble under your palms. “yeah, you are.”

“why am i in your shirt?”

“would you rather watch the movie?”

“….good point.”

you don’t have to see his face to know the grin is there when he pats your head through the fabric. you rest your cheek against his sternum, settling in to his warmth. you can concede that it is much better than the pillow, especially when his fingers drag up and down your back, surprisingly soft for the dog that’s all bite. it nearly puts you to sleep until you feel him startle underneath you. against your ear, his heart kicks, fast and sudden.

“…..are you scared?”

he pokes you square in the forehead through the fabric. “of course not. shut up.”

you bite the inside of your cheek to stifle the grin, even if he can’t see it. even the roughest dogs are afraid of something.

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[ayyy-pee]

imagining casual hookup touya bending you over the bed, admiring the view before he slowly slides into you. he takes his time. he's so gentle with you, his rough hands stroking along your back as your walls stretch for him. you're whimpering at the sensation, struggling to accommodate him. he's just so big.

"you can take it. can't you, baby?" he'll ask as he inches forward. "i know you can"

"y-yes, touya. i can take it," you promise and then he'll lean over you, his lips caressing the shell of your ear.

"oh, you're always so good for me," he'll coo, hissing when he feels your walls clench down on him and he's not even fully inside of you yet.

he'll slide his length the rest of the way in while he's still leaning over you, resting a hand at each side of your head on the bed. he won't move yet. he wants to give you a second to breathe. shit, he wants to give himself a second to breathe because one false move and he might blow his load before he's even started.

that would be fucking humiliating.

he brings a hand up to gently caress one of your ass cheeks, gives it a light tap before he leans back.

"you ready for me?"

and that first nod you give is all he needs before he's thrusting into you at a relentless pace, fucking into you so hard, so deep. it's all you can do to bury your face in the bedsheets and moan to try and keep quiet. you're sure the neighbors will hear you anyway. he's fucking you so good, you can't stop your cries of pleasure. each thrust feels like the tip of his cock is kissing your cervix. it's a pleasurable pain that has tears forming in the corners of your eyes and has you gasping.

touya likes this view the most. you, with your back arched, your ass in the air for him to watch. he loves to see the strings of your mixed arousals connecting you two together when he glances down. he loves to watch his cock disappear inside of you over and over as your tight little cunt swallows him whole. he loves the sucking and squelching sounds your pussy makes when he pulls out for just a second just to push back into you.

touya likes you a lot. hell, touya even thinks he loves you sometimes. he can't help but groan when he thinks about how much.

he won't ever tell you though. he's got shit to do. can't afford any attachments if he's gonna pull off what he needs to in the near future. doesn't mean he can't acknowledge these feelings to himself, can't admire how good you feel to him.

he loves the way your moans sound like a sweet symphony. the way your ass jiggles with every snap of his hips. the way your breath hitches in your throat when he licks his thumb just before he spreads your ass cheeks and presses the tip to your asshole. and oh he loves how that tiny hole clenches ever so slightly when he does.

"relax, baby," he utters softly, rubbing gentle circles over your other entrance. "it's just like we practiced"

and then he's pursing his lips together, watching the long string of spit slap onto his thumb. he rubs his saliva over your hole before he slowly pushes the tip of his thumb inside. it's so fucking tight. makes his mouth fall open with a sigh. he wants to put his dick in there so bad. maybe one day.

"o-oh fuck, touya," you whine. "gonna make me cum"

"mmm, cum for me then, baby" he grunts as he thrusts forward. he keeps pushing into you until his thumb is buried to the knuckle in your ass. and then you do cum, crying out into the bed as your walls suck touya as deep as they can, convulsing around his cock.

touya slows his thrusts, rolling his hips forward slowly as his eyes roll to the back of his head in pleasure. he keeps his leisurely pace, moving his thumb slowly in and out of your ass. the way your hole squeezes around his thick digit...the sight sends him over the edge and he's gritting out a quick: "'m gonna cum, baby. fuck"

he's leaning over you again, one hand next to your head gripping the sheets in a tight fist as he hides his face in your hair, his thumb still pumping in and out of your ass as he fucks into you.

touya is loud, groaning and whimpering as thick, hot ropes of cum shoot rapidly from his cock to fill your pussy. and it's intense. so intense touya can't stop the shudder that shoots through his body with each spurt of cum leaving him.

he's still got his face buried in your hair, grunting as he's pumping into you, still cumming, still filling you up. and then he feels it happen before he can stop it.

he's activated his quirk.

it's an accident, a minor thing. he doesn't think he could've stopped it if he tried. the release just felt too good. in the palm of his hand gripping the sheets, touya sees the dark curls of smoke rise from between his fingers. he lets go of the sheets quickly, wincing when he sees the evidence of singe marks in the fabric. you haven't even come down from the high of your release before you smell the burning scent and turn your head to see touya has apparently cum so hard, he's burned through your fucking sheets. and they were your favorite, too.

he's still inside of you, chuckling and pressing sweet kisses between your shoulder blades.

"sorry, baby. i'll buy you a new set" he promises.

#i feel like i can breathe now #i finally got that out #dabi x y/n #dabi x reader #dabi x you #touya todoroki x reader #touya todoroki x y/n #touya todoroki x you #anime smut #anime x y/n #anime x you #anime x reader #mha x reader #TOUYA I LOVE YOU #touya todoroki drabble #dabi drabble

[harleys1nhawaii]

LATE NIGHT SNACK [dabi / touya todoroki x f!reader]

whenever dabi is in bed with you and he can’t sleep, he just starts grabbing, you know, just a little bit. his hands are roaming around your curves and he’s gently squeezing. it feels a little softer than what he’s used to. maybe you took a hot bath. he doesn’t really remember the last time he fucked you in your sleep and now that his cock’s burning with a desire of it, he got more to mind about than these little details.

he’s inpatient, he never really gave two fucks about his partners on regular days. but your connection with him taught him gentleness and how to weigh his actions.

he starts off slow, considering vigilant, pulling your panties down your bare legs, reaching into your baggy t-shirt and rubbing your bare tits. you mumbled something he couldn’t really form into words and just seconds later, you turned your head to the opposite side, drifting back to sleep. “cute.” he let out a silent cackle, feeling his boner harden by the sight of your bare chest, going up and down everytime you breathe.

his index finger slides inside your folds while his thumb slowly begins to rub your clit. the insides of your thighs prickle by the unexpected heat of his hand. your walls unawarely suck him in and squeeze around his fingers as he adds a 3rd one. he feels it getting soaked with every single slow thrust, feeling his boner stretching the fabric of his boxers. he pulls his throbbing cock out with his other hand, pumping it as the precum leaking from the tip.

blue flames shines on his jacob’s ladder, veins popping out. after a few times of rubbing his cock on your soaked pussy, he replaces the fingers inside with his bulge. your lips part open, softly whining at the larger stretching sensation. he picks up his pace, placing his hand inside of your right thigh and rubbing your tit with the other. his face appears in the crook of your neck, gently sucking and biting on the skin, low grunts audibly clear in your ear.

your eyes decide to open, trying to comprehend the situation. you let out a moan, being caught off guard by his thrusts inside your tight walls. he raises his head just above yours, smirking at the bewildered look on your face. frantically palming the sheets below, you gaze up at his blue irises, unable to form words. his grin transforming into a big pedantic smile, he presses his lips on yours and doesn’t let go until you struggle for the lack of oxygen.

“good morning, doll.”

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[phantasmiac]

dabi who has no concept of having loving sex until he meets you

tw/cw: smut (mdni), afab!reader, soft dom!dabi, mentions of bdsm, one allusion to prostitution (not reader)

wc: 0.6k

a/n: thought i’d always be too embarrassed to write anything sexually explicit and i AM 🤧

dabi who’s always gotten off to watching sadistic, hardcore bdsm porn and is completely unfamiliar with the concept of sex that means something. i know there’s a whole debate on whether or not he’s a virgin but in my head he’s had his fair share of hook ups with random people he’s met in sketchy places, maybe even coughed up some money during times he was especially horny, pent up and desperate.

and then he meets you and suddenly his dick doesn’t twitch at the sight or even the thought of his hand wrapped around your throat or his belt keeping your hands tied up behind your back? it confuses him because he knows he’s attracted to you, so why isn’t his body reacting the way it’s supposed to? you notice his dilemma, and his definition of fucking hasn’t exactly been doing it for you either. it was alright the first few times, when the sexual tension was at an all time high and you were eager to have him in any way you could; but now you just feel empty, even when he’s balls deep inside you.

he’s very hesitant when you suggest taking things at a slower, more intimate pace. stiff as a board (just not in the right area) when you take the lead at first, gently kissing down his torso and lacing your fingers through his. but then it’s his turn to be on top. “take your time”, you remind him, hands cradling his face as you guide him down your body. you take his scarred, motionless hands and cup them around your tits. and even though he’s skeptical about this whole thing, he’s willing to learn and try it out if it means getting his dick to function around you again. you nod at the confusion in his eyes that makes him look oh so innocent, encouraging him to go ahead and touch you.

he circles his thumbs around the buds, slowly. gives them gentle licks, slowly. all while keeping his eyes locked on the pretty little face that had his pants all tight before he actually got you in bed for the first time. he doesn’t know whether to blame it on the way your lips part or the broken affirmations that leave them; maybe it’s the way they’re left all red and bruised after you pull them by your teeth, or the way your eyelashes flutter all seductively to expose the hearts in your eyes when you look back at him from above. maybe it’s all of it. all of it has him more than just hard; it already has him leaking pre cum. it’s fucking embarrassing, how he’s made a mess while just mouthing at a pair of tits. but even more embarrassing is the way he ruts against the mattress at the sight of the pleasure written all over your face while he eats you out; slowly, until he can’t take it any longer and starts lapping at your cunt like a man starved.

before you, dabi had never thought to press kisses down someone’s thighs or to their clit. never cared to ask if he was making them feel good; a stark contrast to the way he demands to hear your moans and affirmations. to hear that he’s making you feel good. he could have easily fucked every person in the country without asking to see their face, but grips your chin to force you to look at him so he doesn’t miss a single one of your expressions. if there’s an after you, whether it be after a breakup or a falling out, dabi falls right back into his old habits. because dabi is a sadomasochist; he’ll treat anyone like shit and enjoy it, whether it be emotionally, physically, mentally or sexually; anyone but you.

a/n ii: i don’t think smut will become a regular thing on this blog i’ve just always had this interpretation of dabi and i had to let the world know

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[emotionalsupportemoboys]

SOMETHING TO LIVE FOR

Just an idea I wanted to get out of my head. A quick Dabi x F!Reader where he gets the (mostly) happy ending that he deserves, god damn it. I may expand on this at some point, we’ll see. Contains vague spoilers for chapter 390.

1.2k words

You’re watching the coverage and you see the moment when Touya’s badly charred body hits the ground. You were supposed to stay away, to remain in the flanks supporting the fight, but you book it to his location; Endeavor and all the others be damned.

The Todoroki family looks on in stunned silence as you drop to your knees beside him, crying his name and begging him not to die. He can’t see you, but he can hear you, and he croaks a single, pained word, “…Doll…”

Your heart shatters.

He was your world and you were watching it slowly slipping away.

You plead for him to hang on while searching for a place to lay your hands. Even in his fractured state of mind, he knows what you’re doing and he’s afraid that you might take a lethal toll on your body by using your quirk to heal him. It probably wouldn’t even be enough to save him, you were bitterly aware of that, but it wasn’t going to stop you.

“Don’t.”

“I have to try, Touya! I love you! I love you so much! Please don’t leave me!”

He knew this. You’d told him countless times before, but even so, he’s grateful that these are the last words he ever hears. Knowing that he was truly loved tempered the pain of failing to accomplish his goal. He just wished that he could stay to love you longer, to give you the normal life that you deserved.

You pour every ounce of yourself into keeping him alive and the chaos around you eventually fades to black.

. . .

It feels like everything is over in an instant.

His eyes flutter open and he briefly experiences the same sights and sounds from the battlefield before realizing that he was somewhere else; in a brightly lit, sterile room. He didn’t recognize this place, but you were sitting beside his hospital bed, fast asleep while upright in a folding chair.

He’s so relieved to see you that bloody tears well in his eyes before spilling over onto his cheeks. You looked different, healthy, and no longer war-torn. How much time had passed?

He’s not entirely sure what he’s expecting to see when he looks down at his hands, but the fact that he has both is startling enough. It takes some effort for him to move his tired body. He touches his face and finds smooth skin where scars and staples had once been. Was he dreaming? Was he dead?

He quickly decides that he didn’t mind either option, so long as he got to stay with you. He watches you sleep for what feels like an eternity before finally reaching over to take your hand.

You were solid. Real. Warm. Familiar.

“Doll?”

You wake to the sound of his hoarse voice and, for a second, you’re half convinced you must be hallucinating.

“Touya?” Your heart leaps inside your chest. You’d been praying for this moment for so long, having fantasized about it so many times that it almost didn’t seem real.

You throw yourself at him, pulling him into a fierce hug, which he reciprocates as best he can.

“Don’t cry, Doll,” he says softly while rubbing your back.

“You’re one to talk,” you sniffle, having noticed the crimson tears on his face. “Fuck, I love you so much, I’m so glad you’re awake.” You start sobbing in spite of yourself, “I missed you.”

He clears his throat, getting choked up as he squeezes you tighter, “I love you, too. More than anything.”

You enjoy each other’s company for a while, holding each other in comfortable silence, just as you always had. This man was your best friend, your lover, your fucking soul mate. You could have sat with him in silence until the end of time and it would have been more than enough just knowing that he was still breathing.

“How long was I out?” He asks quietly, expecting you to say a few weeks, or maybe a couple months.

You pull back to look at him wearing a sad smile, “Three years.”

“What!?” He blinks at you in shock.

You nod while squeezing his hand, “Just like Sekoto Peak.”

He probably shouldn’t have been surprised, it made sense considering his previous experience, though he was in much better shape this time around. His body looked damn near brand new, but he did still have some scarring on his torso, which would forever serve as a reminder of the pain and suffering he’d endured.

Over the course of the next few days, you explain how you’d found the best healers who’d survived the war to work on him. You also gently break the news about the villains losing and Endeavor still being alive, though he’d long since retired after issuing an apology to him and their family. You assure him that his efforts hadn’t been completely in vain, as society had made some changes for the better over the last three years, and the PLF was still working underground.

He takes his time processing all of this information, not quite sure how to feel. You help him through it, rarely leaving his side.

. . .

One week later, you walk into his room and sit on the bed to take his hand. He’d been doing well. You could see him slowly starting to envision a future for himself for the first time in years and you believed it was time to press forward.

“Touya, there’s someone very special who I want you to meet.”

He looks at you curiously, and with a bit of apprehension.

You smile fondly, “I think you’ll like him. He’s a lot like you.”

He narrows his eyes, but agrees to this meeting.

You step out and return a few minutes later carrying a small boy on your hip.

Touya knows as soon as he sees him.

His heart stops, his blood runs cold, and his stomach lurches. He tells himself that it couldn’t be possible, but there was no denying what was right in front of him, and the timeline added up.

“Mama!” The toddler says sweetly, beaming while tugging on the front of your shirt. He had a mop of white hair and big, beautiful blue eyes, just like his father.

He was the most precious and yet utterly terrifying little thing that Touya had ever encountered in his life. He stares at him in awe while fighting back tears.

You move to sit in the chair beside the bed and the boy suddenly takes notice of Touya. It’s rather endearing how the two gawk at each other.

“Touya, this is Seiko,” you say softly while ruffling his messy hair.

The look of pure love and devotion on your face as you gaze at your son—his son—makes his heart swell. His Adam’s apple bobs in his throat as he struggles to keep his emotions in check.

“The Sweepy Man,” Seiko says while pointing at Touya. “Mama, he ‘wake.”

“Yes, baby. He was asleep for a long time, but he’s finally awake. Do you wanna say hi?”

Suddenly shy, Seiko hides his face against your neck before mustering the courage to peek at the so-called Sleepy Man, whom he’d been visiting every day since birth. “Hi.”

“Hi,” Touya’s voice cracks as a single crimson tear escapes from the corner of his eye, yet he finds himself smiling. “Hi, Seiko. I’m…I’m your dad.”

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[wriothesleysgf]

it's rare that the league of villains gets to celebrate their victories, and this bar visit is certainly one that you'll remember. — DABI & F ! READER.

notes | [ex]plicit content - minors dni. established relationship, in public, thigh riding, heavy dirty talk ,pet names (puppy, darling, sweetheart), some degradation.

wc | >1k

all of your whiny pleas and empty threats fell upon deaf ears. after another successful league mission, a few of you ended up in a scummy dive bar on the outskirts of town — at least there they wouldn't question why a walking crocodile, frankenstein and his bride, an old-school clown, mister mood swings, and a bubbly girl with bloodstained garments walked in.

dabi had you sat on his lap in the corner of the booth you'd commandeered earlier on. one of his arms was wrapped around you protectively, with his hand resting under your baggy sweater, and the other nursed his beer. what wasn't obvious to those around you, was that his palm wasn't splayed out and settled against the small of your back, like one would assume, it was instead toying with the hem of your panties.

though he never made a move to touch you too indecently, the salacious whispers and rhythmic bouncing of his thigh had you reduced to putty in his hands. you moved your hips against him, desperate for some kind of friction between your legs. since you'd chosen to wear a skirt, you could feel the rough denim of dabi's jeans through the sheer underwear that you wore.

"needy fuckin' pup, ain't ya?" dabi bit your earlobe as he spoke in a low voice. "grindin' on my thigh, with all these people watching... what a filthy whore you are. want me to touch you, darlin'? bet y'r thinking about my fat fucking cock splitting you in half, makin' that pretty little cunt mould around me..."

his words had the desired effect. your movements sped up. in order to supress the moans threatening to escape your throat, you had no choice but to bite down on your bottom lip.

"i know you'd enjoy it if i threw you on this table and fucked you f'r everyone to see. let 'em all know you're mine, my dirty puppy, yeah? want me to claim you with a little audience, mutt? just thinkin' about you creaming on my cock in front of people 's making me hard, doll..."

dabi's hand slid further down your back, feverishly groping at your ass. he helped you maintain your pace as you bucked against him, frenzied movements practically begging for a release.

your boldness, a dying spark that began to fizzle out, however, as you hid your face in dabi's neck. his scent, a strange concoction of smoke, ash, and whiskey overwhelmed your senses, such intoxication only driving you to continue chasing your high.

"oh, sweetheart," your boyfriend adjusted himself to growl in your ear. "is my nasty pup goin' all soft on me?" he chuckled darkly, and although you couldn't see his face, you could feel the stapled smirk staring down at you. "c'mon, i wanna see if you can cum like this. i want you to finish getting yourself off on my thigh, mutt, you can do that, can't you? be good f'me, maybe i'll take you home and fuck you like the bitch in heat i know you are, yeah? or would you rather i take you out back to that alley... could hold you up against the wall and fuck y'r brains out... keep playin' with ya until you squirt all over my cock, make a big ol' mess, you'd like that. bet there's a big fucking mess in those cute panties you have on... god, i can feel ya tremblin'. go on, cum f'me, puppy,"

your orgasm hit as if it was the period to dabi's final command. he kept a firm hold on you, not wanting anybody to see you so vulnerable despite his prior words. the villain kissed your forehead as you unfurled from your current position, showing an oddly affectionate side that he reserved for your eyes only.

"they alright?" spinner interrupted, handing dabi an unopened bottle. "it looked like they were shaking,"

your face heated up, looking at dabi in a panic. he played it calm and collected as always, mentioning that it was likely the exhaustion from the mission and its prep taking a toll on your body, and that the two of you would be calling it a night early.

as the reptile turned around, you were still trying to combat the embarrassed disposition, which certainly wasn't made easier by dabi's following words.

"c'mon, darlin'. if you think that's the only time y'r cumming tonight, you're one stupid pup,"

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