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irisintheafterglow · 6 months

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rn im so obsessed with dabi and gojo, so may i request a fic where reader, in the middle of the night, clings onto dabi/gojo while they sleep. like, they subconsciously cuddle them

I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE (finally writing for dabi) TURN IT UP !! also apparently i have the same birthday as him???? so like basically we're soulmates-

you don't know what else to say when you hear him slide open your window.

"ew."

"a pleasure to see you too, doll," he mutters in amusement, slipping off his shoes and leaving them on the ledge. "and here i was hoping you'd miss me."

"not in your wildest dreams." like clockwork, he makes to climb under the covers with you but you stop him with a sleepy but firm shake of your head. he gives you a look like you'd just told him to jump off a building.

"you serious?"

"shower first, then you can come in here."

"c'mon, sweetheart. i'm exhausted," he drawls and you nearly break, trying your hardest to glare at those stupidly bright eyes and infuriatingly soft smile. "let a man rest a little, yeah?"

"nope." you flip over to your other side as he scoffs at your back. when he believes you're asleep again, quiet footsteps creep toward the space beside you and the mattress sinks with the weight of his leg carefully positioning itself by yours. "shower or i'll freeze your balls off," you growl half-heartedly, very much still awake. he's not deterred in the slightest.

"you wouldn't dare." an arm drapes possessively over your lower torso and you fight the instinct to melt into him.

"wanna find out, hothead?" he clicks his tongue and lightly squeezes your hip. he was trying all his tricks tonight, but you'd learned how to pretend to be immune. "touya."

"mmm?"

"shower, please."

"the things i do for you," he murmurs in defeat, pressing a quick kiss to the top of your head before sulking off to the bathroom. you drift in and out of sleep during the time he's gone, vaguely registering the sound of the pipes creaking and the smell of his body wash. before you know it, the noise of the hair dryer ceases and your bedroom door creaks open again. this time, when he slips into the blankets with you, you don't protest as he pulls you flush against his body, your back against his chest. his chin finds the junction of your shoulder and his hair tickles the back of your neck. his warm breath exhales deeply against your skin. "you smell like me."

"ran out of shampoo," you lie and you can feel his mouth curl into an arrogant smirk. "and there's no way in hell i'm using twice's."

"it's okay to just admit that you miss me, baby," he teases and you roll your eyes. "say that you were sad and be done with it."

"go to hell," you grunt and you feel his chuckle over your body. after you finally drift off again, you turn to bury your face in his neck. his arms secure themselves around your body and you barely need the blanket anymore from how warm he naturally runs. he hums in contentment, bathing in the way that you didn't see him as the monster the rest of society did. he'd rather die than be a danger to you, to have you fear him in a way where he couldn't hold you closer when you needed him. he loved your biting tongue and your razor-sharp wit, but he also loved how you trusted him to protect you while you rested. he was safe for you.

and, even if he never admitted it aloud, you were safety for him, too.

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aphroditedahlias · 3 years

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mha boys holding their baby for the first time

Starring // shigaraki, dabi, and hawks 😁

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- Dabi is freaking the fuck out.

- He’s not even trying to look tuff and hide it. He’s literally pacing around the room while your screaming and pushing the baby out.

- If he could cry, the room would be flooded.

- He thinks about how you have it much worse then him right now so he runs over to hold your hand and place kises all over your sloppy face.

- He tells you how good your doing and much he loves you and is looking forward to your first addition to the family.

- The baby is placed onto your chest and he watches her curl into you as you place one kiss on her forehead before falling straight to sleep

- Immediately taking the opportunity, his gently grabs the baby in his shaky hands before stabilizing against his chest and cracking a small smile.

- He bounces the baby a bit and runs his finger lightly down her back.

- He watches her coo snd yawn before falling sleep looking just like her mother.

Yeah the room would definitely be filled to the top with his tears by now if he could cry.

- this man is ECSTATIC. He’s not nervous at all, and is cocky asf about how he’s going to be the best dad

- When he hears the cry of the baby he’s letting go of your hand and rushing down to where the doctors are grabbing them, trying to get first look.

- The baby has one strand golden blonde hair and wings the size of his pinky, their eyes are glued shut, mouth wide open as wail.

- He looks back at you to see your already passed out, tired after a 14 hour Delivery. He smile and waits for the doctors to clean the baby off and wrap him in a blanket.

- After about 5 minutes the doctor is placing the baby in his arms and keigo is BEAMINGGGG.

- He rocks the baby back and forth mcast checking every couple of minutes to see if you’ve awaken.

- Your body is still tired so you peek through your eyelashes to check on him and see about your baby and you see him whispering to your newborn :)

- He’s places small kisses on his face and cooing at him.

You know he’s going to be a perfect father.

- Hes nervous asf, but unlike dabi he’s trying so hard to hide it.

- He wants to be with you when you start pushing so about an hour before you lay down for the final time, he goes out and decays as much stuff as he can as a stress reliever.

- He wears one little pinky glove so he can wrap your hand in his and let you use him as a stress ball:)

- Even though a literal human is coming out of you, you still have to hold him tight enough so he remembers that the doctors are only doing their job and not trying to peek at you.

- Hes rushing the doctors to let him hold the baby and he end up decaying their little shit thingy, I forgot what that coat thing they be wearing is called but he decayed that.

- he lets the bay snuggle into the warmth of his Bonney chest as you presses kisses to them.

- Only when he accidentally lays 5 fingers in them does he start freaking out because the baby and everything around her is fine.

- SHES IMMUNE TO HIS QUIRK??? Holy shit he’s excited. He can finally touch someone with worrying, and the best part is that it’s his daughter.

- He’s rocking the bay in his arms but having a hard time understanding how someone as vile as him could be so lucky to create this precious creature.

He can’t wait to get home and show you how great of a father he’s prepared to be.

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k-atsukidayo · 3 years

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━━ ✦ ᴀ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ (ɪs ᴀʟʟ ʜᴇ ɴᴇᴇᴅs)

[ 05:08 AM ] Vermilion eyes—bold, relentless, sweltering like molten lava, capable enough to bend the world with a single glance. They wake to the giant star above, ready to reclaim the lands and skies once again. No rest for a hero, but it's a worthy sacrifice to preserve the legacy brought by the symbol of peace.

Katsuki rises, drifts away from the bed, mindfully slowing his movement and silencing his tongue just for the one still bathed in sweet dreams and magic. You look innocent. So pretty.

To the window, he finds his reflection in mere seconds of the gleaming light, and it's almost like reading pages of a book. On his body, some bruises run smoothly over muscle, others a little more sprinkled and faded, complimenting scars and healing wounds.

Italics beautiful and true. A tale of a fighter—a savior.

He's unaware of the pair of eyes studying all the stories littered on his skin, unaware of the feet soundlessly approaching him. Breathless from the fingertips tracing over his discolored shapes and uneven marks.

A kiss between his shoulder blades makes Katsuki shiver in delightful surprise. The palms of your hands reach around, finding home on his bare abdomen and providing warmth against the chill of the morning.

It's quiet, serene, intimate. Katsuki shifts, the balls of his feet turning effortlessly, eager to face you. You're smiling, burying your nose into his chest.

He lifts your gaze, your chin led by a single digit, and it's moments like this that make him smitten by something as simple as the way you flutter your lashes, the way you look at him as if the universe exists on his very hands.

Katsuki is ripped at the edges, far from beautiful, he thinks, yet here you are convincing him that he's a masterpiece in his own right. And, it's every part of him that shakes your soul, leaves you proud knowing he is the one you love, the one that's willing to bruise and ache not only for you but for others.

Beauty is Bakugou Katsuki.

So, you remind him again, and as many times as you need to, starting with the kiss pressed softly to his mouth.

He can taste hope on his lips.

[ 02:10 AM ] His chest rises and falls, calmly, deliberately, enduring against the thorny vines growing through the spaces inside his chest. There's a hint of earth beneath the first smell of charcoal, and it's almost enough to distract him from the poison filling his eyes.

Almost.

Dabi watches you, memorizes every line, every curve on your face because he knows this is his fault and that he's done more harm than good—or so he believes. An unspoken self-punishment.

Your lips collapse in grief, fingers tremble in a battle to stay steadfast. It's merely in vain when Dabi's burnt flesh bubbles into your nose. Again, he comes to you, acrid from new wounds to be blanketed in gauze.

He's aware that a time like now is a haunting reminder: you can't heal his scars, rewrite all the tragedies already rooted deep in his veins. And, he has to wonder if it's the blue sun mutilating his appearance or the pain he no longer wants to acknowledge that breaks you the most.

He wishes he could hate you. Blame you for the fangs and claws ravaging him raw down to shattered bone, spilling red oceans, and forcing him to choke on the sadness you show. It's disgusting. But he still finds himself searching for you, needing you.

How torturous it is for him to be with you under the moon's embrace—and, yet Dabi knows not to cover his words in honey, sweeten his tongue in white lies to make light of the situation. No, no, no, never.

It's not pretty. It's not supposed to be.

It's real.

Tears trickle from your gaze, reflections of aching galaxies, a love so vulnerable, so unbending despite it all. Dabi understands it's not the darkened, charred, and gnarled crests and bumps of his skin that convinces him to stay awake, but you. It's you.

Thank you, and I'm sorry is in the way he brushes his thumbs tenderly under and over your middle knuckles, in the way he brings your hands to his lips for a single kiss that somehow holds the weight of a thousand worlds.

It's okay, it’s okay, it’s okay comes in murmurs as he feels your fingertips trace along his marred jawline, affection still in your eyes.

He can breathe another day.

[ 08:37 PM ] Sometimes, he forgets. It's a temporary slip, one he doesn't mean intentionally—because, honestly, it's not lines of words in a story he can easily erase. When the days feel long, equal parts heaven, peaceful, his walls begin to fade, making him experience home.

But, home now is different. Not the kind his youth remembers, not the kind that tastes like purgatory and hell through his lips, certainly not the kind that breaks his heart and leaves behind wounds to his soul.

Sometimes, Shouto forgets the nightmares, the sensation of fire on his hands and his face, the sound of everything crashing in full force until all he knows is the animosity burning his bones. Of course, life gives little mercy, and with that, he remembers. They repeat so much like a broken record, maddening enough for him to want nothing more than to rip the brain from his skull, sever his red and blue lifelines in the hope to change history.

He struggles, fears one day the past will suffocate him. And, tonight, there's room to believe that it may very well be able to, but the feel of your skin against his prevents this hero from falling the hardest.

With your breath, you speak of the infinite.

The world is cruel, you muse, yet beautiful. There's paradise, and there's war, the damaged, and the undamaged. You remind Shouto that he is the sand and stardust, the creation of something so rare and so incredible. He is the definition of resilience, of the extraordinary.

He listens to the song inside your chest—gentle, sweet, sincere. Your fingers brush through strands of his hair, lulling the uneasiness and replacing it with the tenderness and warmth he deserves.

Shouto has to wonder what he did to have you.

Don't my flaws bother you? he whispers, but you're shaking your head in protest, quick to smother the insecurity as you draw shapes along his back. It's what you say next that pulls him back home.

He places a kiss above your heart.

Love isn't perfect.

[ 11:16 PM ] There are old tales of a boy, once pure, a little too spell-bound by the creation on his back made of feathers and wax. He flew too close to the sun, held hands with a grim reaper, quietly uttered a goodbye forever to his love for the clouds and stars.

He was a natural disaster, a beauty long gone, but there's a difference between him and the one now soaring the winds, yearning for you. He knows he shouldn't see you, let alone think of you; however, his wings have a mind of their own. Before he has the chance to deny himself, his feet are already on the edge of your balcony.

Hawks doesn't have to open his mouth, spill all the unspoken words locked inside the box of his heart because, somehow, you have everything figured out.

And, he's dying to know—how?

Perhaps, it's the loneliness tonight that makes it harder to breathe, makes it harder to stop his nails from digging crescent moons into his skin beneath his pockets. You're walking over to him, blanket over your shoulders, sleepy with a smile. Bathed in moonlight, you look lovely.

You reach out to him. Hawks hesitates, wonders if he's even allowed to touch you.

It's ironic how they praise him as a hero. Blind to his story, they don't see it all. He's the very being that goes to war with fire and lightning until he's nothing more than ash, a weapon for the greater good, yet he's left to destroy pieces of himself to survive.

No safety, no peace for someone like him. Hawks supposes it's justified, by courtesy of his moral ambiguity behind closed doors. The more he thinks about it, the more it becomes a matter of fact.

Except, when he finds his reflection between the galaxies in your eyes, Hawks comes to trust—little by little—that he is worth saving too, that he can still be an angel despite walking through hell.

He takes your hand.

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dabiboy · 3 years

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I did it, angst to fluff dad!hawks and dad!dabi👀

AN: I do not support violence of any kind, and less bullying.

Hawks and Dabi when their kid is bullied at school

Hawks:

Being a father and a hero was hard. Mostly because his child could be a target for anyone who wanted to hurt him. Therefore, in order to keep Keigo working there the commission decided to keep an eye on Haru. But that include only villains and criminals. Not school bullies. And that was what happened that day nearly lunch time. Keigo had finished everything early that day, an going through some paperwork to spend time seemed like a good idea, in that way he would have more free time on the weekend. However, he had to stop when you called him.

"Hey angel! How are you?"

"Hi love, I'm good. But I'm calling you to ask you a favor"

"Sure thing, what is it?"

"Haru's school called me, and they said there was an incident and they wanted me to pick him up, but I'm busy right now, can you go?" Hawks wings stiffed.

"What? Is he good? What else did they say?" He asked standing up quickly. His son was first.

"Not much, apparently there was a fight or something like that"

"I'm on my way"

He hung up and got out flying through the window, not even bothering in changing his hero suit. It didn't take him more than ten minutes to get to the school, and once on the floor, he saw him.

Haru was sitting alone on a bench, both knees scrapped, dry mud on his face and part of his hair. There was also green and blue paint on his head, and also on his tiny wings, together with some chewed gum. He was holding his bag tightly against his chest as he was fidgeting with his fingers, eyes looking at the floor. Keigo's heart broke into million pieces, and even more when he noticed his son was sobbing silently.

"Chicken wing?" He asked with the softest voice possible as he kneeled in front of him. Haru didn't say anything. "It's fine now, dad's here" trying to keep on a comfortimg smile was so hard. "Wanna tell me what happened, hm?" Softly, he caressed his son cheek.

"There were-there were some older kids that," a sob "were bothering because of my wings" he cleaned his tear with his forearm "they said there were small and weak, and one of them said" Haru's chin trembled "let's see if he flies" he tried to drag me somewhere but as I refuse they-they did this" He reffered to his wings and hair covered in paint and chewing gum, scrapped knees and bruises.

"Fuck, come here my boy" Hawks said holding back his own tears as he pulled him in for a tight hug.

"They even said you weren't my dad" Haru dropped his bag so he could hold on to Keigo.

"Let them speak, they don't need to know everything" Keigo used his hand to caress Haru's head gently.

"I-I don't know why they are like that, I lend them my toys, crayons, I even share the lunch mom makes but" he couldn't keep talking.

"People are shit sometimes, and we... We just gotta face it. The important thing here, Haru, is not being like them, and don't believe any crap they say about you. You gotta keep being good, humble, caring, all the things that you are now, my chicken wing" Haru's eyes looked back at him.

"Do you think I'm all of that?" And that question made him think, had those kids been telling him more shit too?

"I don't think so, I know it. I'm sure of it" Keigo smiled at him, wiping some dust out of his cheekbone. "What about we go home now, get you cleaned up and order some KFC, what do you say?"

"Mom is gonna be mad if we eat that and not veggies"

"Oh, I'm quiet sure she will agree with it today"

"Yeah! We put him some painting too, he gotta learn not to lie! He keeps saying winged hero Hawks is his dad" at the sound of that voice, Haru gasped and tried to hide in Keigo's body. But he didn't allow it.

His face went from soft to angry as hell. He stood up slowly, knowing that, in his hero suit and with his huge red wings was going to call their attention.

"Dad look! That's him" the kid say.

"Hi Hawks, could you maybe take a picture with my son? He wants to be a hero like you"

"Oh, is that so?" Keigo tilted his head. "Well, hero course 101; we save people. Don't beat the shit out of them."

"What do you m-"

"Your kid, did that to mine" He pointed Haru, and the other kid's face turned white. "I don't give a shit about the reason, because there's no reason to do that to anyone. Anyone" at that point, he was trying hard not to lose it. "If you wanna be a hero then change, because with that attitude you'll not make it far. And you?" He pointed the other father "Guide him good. Do not celebrate those actions, or any other action that may hurt someone.

And with those last words, he turned around again.

"Haru, pick your things and get on my back. Hold on tight"

It is about time to teach him how to fly, Keigo thought.

Dabi:

Kaji was patiently waiting for the school bus to pick him up and take him back home, excitment rushed over him knowing that maybe that weekend he was going to see his dad again. But some comments took him out of his thoughts, and when he looked back he saw to older kids making fun of a girl that looked his age. And she recognized him, it was the girl from the other class, the one that gave him half of his sandwich when his fell to the floor.

"Hey! Stop that" Kaji said as he walked towards them

"And what are you gonna do about it, sauna kid?" The older say, pushing the girl.

"I... I will call a teacher!" Your words echoed in his head. Stay away from troubles, call a teacher if things are complicated.

"So pathetic, you can even defend yourself" and it seemed they forget about the girl, because now Kaji was their target.

"Beware, he can turn us into dumplings" the other kid mocked, but when he wanted to grab him by his arm to push him again, he got burned by the temperature of Kaji's body. His steam got higher temperatures when he felt nervous. "You damned freak, you burnt me!" And then, he pushed him to the solid ground.

"No, I didn't-I didn't mean that! I swear I wasn't trying to-" the hell happened.

Kaji curled up, holding his knees near his chest, and head on his hands. He had to take those kicks and hits. Thankfully, the bus driver arrived faster than the usual and the bullies ran away when they saw the adult looking the situation.

Kaji got back home, alone. You were working, and the nanny that was supposed to take care of him canceled last minute, but you trusted him to be alone for an hour or so. He got onto the couch, covering himself with a blanket not to see his bruises, hating himself. For being blamed of hurting someone, and for not being able to defend himself or the girl.

Conveniently, Dabi decided to stop by. He used the spare key you had given him to get into the apartment, and he furrowed his eyebrows at the tiny ball on the couch.

"If you're trying to scare me again is not gonna work, boy" Dabi said, but when all he heard was a sob he got worried. "Kaji?" He sat down next to him and took the blanket away from him. What the hell had happened. "Who did this" he asked dead serious.

"Some... Some kids at school" Kaji managed to say. "They were bullying a girl from the other class and when-when I tried to help her they said ugly things to me, and-and one of them grabbed me by the arm and got" and he broke. Kaji gripped Dabi's shirt with such a strength it made him feel like shit. "I swear I didn't want to-"

"I know, I know" Dabi said, his large hand caressing Kaji's back in an oddly soft gesture. He cursed himself for being so bad at comfort.

"I don't wanna be a monster, dad" the kid sobbed.

"First thing, they look more like monsters to me. Second, you will not be one, so don't torture that little head of yours with such shitty thoughts, ok? Let those brainless kid rot" He kept caressing his back with care, trying to calm him down. Kaji nodded.

"What if they do the same tomorrow?"

"Well, I'm sure your mom will go to the school and talk about it"

"Can I just try to... To beat them?" And there they were. His genes.

"Don't let it consume you. Acting out of anger is not a good thing" Dabi knew better than anyone how it felt, and for the same reason he didn't want his son go through the same. To try to do something good and failing could be frustrating, especially for a five year old.

Kaji looked at Dabi right in his eyes, and the resemblance was scary. It was like looking in a mirror when he was younger. And then he noticed the sadness in Kaji's eyes, the fear, the doubt. Even though he never admitted it, that little boy was his world, and he hated to see him like that because of someone else. Kaji didn't deserve that. Not him.

The two of them stood like that for a while, Kaji calming his sadness buried on Dabi's chest, his tiny hands gripping his shirt, not wanting to let him go, not even for a second. Dabi gave up to his son, he just couldn't take it. His grip became tighter around Kaji's body, and he rested his chin on top of his head, and he even pressed a soft kiss right on that spot. He wanted to protect him from everything, and the worst part was that he knew he wasn't going to be there forever. After a few minutes, Dabi spoke.

"Alright, let's wash that ugly face of yours" Dabi joked, maybe a bad one due to the circumstances but Kaji knew it was his dad's way of showing affection. He stood up with him on his arms "I can roast some marshmellows for you, your mom likes when I do that"

"Yes! Can I have more than five?" Kaji pleaded.

"Your mom's gonna fucking kill me if I do" but at his puffy son's eyes Dabi couldn't say no "fuck it, what's the worst that can happen" Dabi rolled his eyes.

He made the way to the bathroom, ready to wash Kaji's face. Even though the kid was calmer thanks to his dad's comforting hug, Dabi wasn't. He didn't want his kid to go through that pain, but he also knew Kaji wasn't alone. He had you, and him. And he was going to be there as much as time allowed.

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hopelesshawks · 2 years

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Ash and Dust Part 13- Some Bitch

18+ Dabi x fem!reader (MINORS DNI)

Summary: You first meet Dabi on the worst night of your life after unwittingly walking into the very bar the League of Villains made infamous. That should probably be the end of the story. You stumble on the remnants of one of the most infamous terrorist groups in the history of Japan, get viciously murdered or call the cops and get them arrested, the end. Except that’s not the end of the story. It’s only the beginning.

Warnings: Dom/sub dynamics, dacryphilia (crying kink), degradation, oral (m!receiving), cumplay/cumshot, alcohol related dubcon (not with reader), heavy petting (f!receiving), praise-ish? it's very brief, one (1) use of the word daddy, heavy alcohol use

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“I’m sorry Dabi, I’m so sorry,” you sob, tears racing down your face.

“Sorry for what?” Dabi all but growls, towering over you as you grovel on your knees for his forgiveness.

“Sorry for neglecting you for Shouto. Sorry for painting your useless father. I’m sorry for everything. They don’t matter to me, only you!”

He reaches down to grasp hold of your chin, yanking it up so he can look into your pitiful eyes, red and puffy from sobbing. “I don’t know if I believe you,” he says icily, sick pleasure burning in him as the response makes you sob harder. “Please, I’m telling the truth, you have to believe me. I’m so sorry.”

“Prove it.”

“Huh?”

“I said prove it. Unless you don’t really mean it.”

“I do! I do, please, I’ll do anything for you.”

He smirks as his grip on your chin tightens a fraction while his free hand moves to the zipper of his jeans. He draws it down slowly, gaze never breaking from yours even as he pulls his straining erection out. “Show me that pathetic little mouth of yours is good for something other than whimpering and begging,” he commands, his hand moving from your chin to the back of your head as you nod eagerly. You obediently wrap your lips around him, tongue dipping into his slit and swirling around the head of his dick before you sink down further. A shiver runs down his spin as you begin to suck him off in earnest, head bobbing up and down as you moan around his dick like it’s the most delicious thing you’ve ever tasted. The tight, wet heat of your mouth is intoxicating and it’s hard to resist moaning and letting his eyes roll back in his head. He doesn’t want to give you the satisfaction of knowing how good you’re making him feel though. At least not yet.

“That the best you’ve got? I’m falling asleep up here Doll,” he goads and the look you give him is so sad. It’s exhilarating seeing you so genuinely upset that you're disappointing him that it causes a fresh wave of tears to spill from your eyes even as you double your efforts, determined to show just how sorry you truly are. One of your hands suddenly comes up to tug his jeans and boxers further down until they’re past his thighs. That same hand then moves to his balls, rolling them as your cheeks hollow around his sex. He can’t hold back his moans then, pushing your head down to take more of him. Your throat spasms around his dick but you don’t complain or try to squirm away for even a moment, letting him abuse your throat to his heart’s content. He feels himself nearing his climax so he roughly pulls you back just as he finds release, painting your tear-stained face white with his cum.

“I should’ve known you’d be a cum slut,” he smirks as he brings one hand to your cheek to further smear his cum across your face.

“Just for you,” you rasp, voice still raw from the abuse.

“Good. You’re mine.”

“I’m all yours, Touya.”

Dabi snaps awake, bolting up right from the blankets he’d settled on the ground with his heart racing and his dick still twitching as cum cools in his boxers. He curses as he stands and heads to the en suite bathroom. He’s stripped bare and stepping into the still cold shower in seconds.

A dream. It was all just a dream…

For some reason he can hear Toga’s voice, the version of her from before Twice’s death, asking him if he y’know likes anyone and all it does is make him scowl harder.

Clearly it’s been way too long since he got his dick wet. He cranks the dial of the shower the other way until the water is scalding hot, focusing on the way it burns what little unscarred skin remains on his body. He doesn’t need you. He doesn’t want you. The only reason his fucked up brain conjured up your image is because you’re the last naked person he’s seen, his mind flashing back to that moment in your stupid bougie new apartment when you’d started to get in the shower before realizing he was there. He growls again when he feels his dick twitch at the memory.

His body is confused. That’s all this is.

He quickly exits the shower and gets dressed, giving himself no time to think before he walks out of the door for the first time since he broke into your old apartment a week ago. He needs a drink and a hole to stick his dick into and then you’ll be out of his head for good. So he lets his feet carry him to the seediest parts of downtown, the moon high in the sky as the streets themselves seem to thrum with bass from the bars and clubs in the area. He’s got his hoodie up but no one cares who anyone is around here. He ducks into a familiar hole-in-the-wall club, pushing his way past the bodies packed in until he reaches the bar. When the bartender spots him, they immediately roll their eyes but reach for a glass for him anyway, already knowing what to pour.

“Aww, if I didn’t know any better I’d think you weren’t happy to see me Izumi,” Dabi grins.

“And here I thought I’d never have to see your beef jerky lookin’ ass again. Thought you’d ditched me,” Izumi chuckles. There’s no heat to their words as they pass him a large pint of beer, dropping a shot of sake into it. “I’ve been busy,” Dabi smirks before quickly chugging down his drink. He raps his knuckle against the bar to indicate he wants another and Izumi doesn’t hesitate to comply. “Of course Mr. Big Shot League of Legends was too busy,” they tease. Dabi doesn’t bother to correct them on the name.

“You make it sound like I don’t care about my good childhood friend Izu-chan.”

“Fuck off, we’re not childhood friends, we’re childhood acquaintances.”

“You wound me Zu-zu, really. I consider you my best friend.”

“Nah, nah, nah ‘cause friends care about each other and you, Dabi, don’t care about anyone. It’s cool dude, I’ve always known that was the deal with you.”

A few months ago Dabi would’ve agreed without hesitation, but for some reason he can hear your laugh in the back of his head and it makes him scowl slightly before chugging his drink down again.

“Woah there, you good?” Izumi asks, brow raising.

“Obviously. Why the fuck wouldn’t I be?” Dabi scoffs but Izumi isn’t fooled.

“Look dude, I remember when we were just a couple of lost kids doing stupid shit on the streets to get by. Against my better judgment I care about your stupid ass and I know you well enough to know that what I said should not have warranted that reaction. So you gonna explain or what?”

“It’s nothing, just some bitch I’ve been living with. You gonna give me another drink or not?”

Izumi whistles lowly, the sound barely audible over the sounds of the club as he reaches for a shot glass and a harder liquor. He pours a very generous shot and starts to hand it over but jerks it out of Dabi’s reach at the last second, causing the other man to roll his eyes again.

“You’ve been living with someone? And you care about her?” they ask.

“I’ve been living with her but I don’t give a shit about her I was just bored. She was easy entertainment,” he shrugs.

Izumi gives him the shot but when he asks for another, they once again pull the shot out of his reach.

“Ah, ah. One shot per answer. If you were so bored, why'd you leave now?”

Dabi’s starting to feel the buzz of the alcohol but it’s not enough. He can still feel you dug into his skin like a tick so as much as he would like to tell Izumi to fuck off he needs that next shot and no one else is gonna give him shit for free.

“She was interesting when she was a fucking mess but then she started getting fucking paid and moved us to some stupid, shitty fucking place instead and was spending all her time working and shit. So I moved on. We done here?”

Izumi gives him a considering look but does relinquish the shot. They watch Dabi knock that one back and pour just one more.

“One last question,” Izumi cautions.

“What?” Dabi asks, patience wearing notably thin.

“Where are you staying? You some place safe right now?”

“Yea, yea, I’m squatting in an apartment, I can take care of myself,” Dabi gruffs.

The last shot hits hard and the world starts to swirl around him. He can see Izumi’s concerned look out of the corner of his eye but before they can ask any more questions Dabi shoves away from the bar. “Always a pleasure Zu-zu,” he throws over his shoulder, words slurring just slightly, before disappearing into the crowd of people where he knows Izumi won’t be able to follow.

His eyes scan through the crowd for a pretty face, trying to find someone to shake off the dream that he refuses to admit is still burning at the back of his eyelids when he blinks. He moves throughout the crowd, not really dancing but allowing himself to be swept through the tides of people. Then suddenly out of the corner of his eye he catches a glimpse of (y/h/c) hair. He spins wildly in that direction just as it fades from view and immediately starts shouldering his way through the crowd after it. When he catches sight of it again he’s sure it’s you. Even under the strobing club lights he can tell it’s the right hair color, right skin tone, right height. It must be you and the alcohol sends him surging forward to grasp your arm. He spins you around but then his eyes meet yours and it’s wrong, so wrong, because that’s not the right color of your eyes. Close but not quite. As he takes in more details of the face he realizes the facial structure is all wrong and that definitely isn’t you which makes sense because why the fuck would you be in a shitty little club like this anyway and he’s about to just fade back into the crowd when it hits him.

This girl is not you.

Which means she’s exactly what he needs right now.

He twists his face into a seductive smirk as he invites Not You to dance and he tells himself she’s perfect because she’s hot and not because she kind of looks like you but a small, tiny part of him that he stubbornly ignores knows that it’s a lie. So he lets her grind on him with his hands gripped tight on her hips, whispering what she wants to hear in her ear. As he feels himself starting to harden he purrs “Why don’t we head somewhere a little more private?” right into Not You’s ear.

He pays no attention to her response other than the fact it’s a yes before dragging her towards the club bathrooms. It doesn’t take much to scare out anyone else inside and soon enough he’s got the door locked and his tongue halfway down her throat. He pushes her back against the counter, spinning her around so she’s facing the mirrors as he bites down on her neck. She keens and the voice is all wrong so he wraps a hand over her mouth to silence her moans even as his other hand moves to the hem of her skirt and starts to slip underneath. “Be a good little whore and keep nice and quiet for me Doll,” he commands lowly, moving his one hand away from her mouth while the other begins to stroke her over panties. “Of course, Daddy,” she moans and the easy acceptance feels wrong somehow. His eyes drift to the mirror against his better judgment and find hers there. When he sees them, sees the eyes that are definitively Not Yours, he suddenly feels nauseous. He jerks away from her immediately and Not You turns to him with big wide confused eyes and asks if she did something wrong. He ignores her entirely, turning away and storming out of the bathroom, his chest feeling tight.

Dabi rushes to the bar and Izumi can immediately tell something is wrong. Before they can say anything Dabi leans across the wooden surface, snatches up one of the bottles and proceeds to leave the club without a word. He’s quick to unscrew the cap, putting the bottle to his lips and taking a long pull as he starts the walk back to your old place.

“Hey what happened are you-”

Dabi wrenches himself free from the hand that had tried to slow his progress, whirling around to find Izumi putting their hands up in surrender, stunned to silence by the anger radiating off every inch of him. The hand not clutching the stolen bottle of liquor ignites in warning and Izumi’s eyes fill with fear. Instilling fear used to give Dabi such a power rush but when he looks in Izumi’s eyes it feels too much like seeing the fear in yours.

So he turns away and clutches the bottle even tighter, hoping it’ll save him from thoughts of you.

A/N: I realized as I was writing this that as much as we know about Dabi we don't know anything about the time between him faking his death and joining the LoV other than the fact that he was murdering people sometimes. So Izumi was born because even though Dabi probably doesn't care about any of the people from that period of his life, it doesn't mean there was no one that cared/cares about him from that period. I find it hard to believe that there's no one who would remember and/or still worry about him. It's like 10 years at least of unaccounted for time and I refuse to think there are zero notable people from that period in his life

Also fun fact: Izumi calls the LoV league of legends bc I legitimately fucking zoned out in the middle of writing and ended up typing legends instead of villains in a wild moment of word association 💀

Taglist: @thechroniclesofawriter @simpsfortodoroki @ahtsuwu @oliviasslut @larkspyrr @oikawaandkuroostan @tina-98 @vibesdontlie @clubfairy @oddball215 @myfavoriteficsandsuch

#hopelessad #hopeless.thirst #dabi x fem!reader #dabi x y/n #touya x fem!reader #touya x y/n #touya todoroki #bnha dabi

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kaita0 · 3 years

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Mother Fucker

ＤａｂｉｘＳｔｅｐＭｏｍＲｅａｄｅｒ

Warnings: 18+, Nsfw, Yandere, Drugs, Choking, Somnophillia, Humilation, Degrading, Incest Notes: I just UGHHH, I wish I could have done better but AH Here ya go

You were wrapped up in a blanket on the couch, your phone in front of your face as you texted your husband. Enji had to stay at his office to get caught up with all the papers he has to sign. Your bottom lip quivered in sadness. You wouldn't be able to see him tonight.

You were going to be away from your hubby Enji, the number one pro hero. You knew he was a big deal but that didn't change the fact that you're alone in the house, almost alone. Touya was the only one home with you. But he is mostly in his room. You stretched, your limbs popping. A huge yawn escapes your lips.

"Some ice-cream sounds good." You mumble to yourself, trudging towards the kitchen. Unaware to the figure watching you with a sinister expression. You take a spoon and skip towards the couch with your tub of ice-cream. (What is your favorite ice-cream? I like cookie dough)

You take a few spoonful while watching the random show on tv. It took five scoops to get you sleepy. You lick your lips and place the ice-cream down. Maybe you should just rest your eyes. You hum with delight at the thought. Your eyes flutter close as you rest against the couch. You were rolled up into a cute little ball.

You felt your body getting hot and you let out a groan of frustration. "Why is it so hot?" You muttered to yourself. You forced your heavy eyes open and your heart dropped to your stomach at the sight before you.

Touya was on top of you. Touya was in you. You look down at your body to see that you were naked. Stripped of your clothes, just like Touya. He stares into your eyes, a cocky grin on his lips. "Oh, You're finally awake. I thought I was going to have to do this all by myself, mom."

You try to wiggle out of his grasp but his hold was firm. His blue eyes dark and hazy. "Where do you think you are going? I need help and you are supposed to help me." Touya states darkly. He leans closer to your face as he slowly thrusts his cock into you.

You heart thumped wildly, tears beginning to fall. "Touya, Please. Get off of me." You plead helplessly. Touya stops his movements and stares down at your trembling body. His eyes softened a bit and his hand goes down to hold your cheek.

"Shh, Don't cry." He whispers and kisses your cheek softly. "I'm going to treat you way better than my father could ever. So just sit back and enjoy it." His hands on your waist once again. And that's when you realize that he wasn't going to stop. Not until he was done.

You tried to think of anything to make him stop. "I will tell your father! Enji will know a-and..." You stuttered out. Touya lets out a laugh. "Do you think I care what my father says?" His hands gripped your waist tighter. "But that was cute."

A devilish grin appeared on his lips. And your heart sank to the pit of your stomach. You were afraid this was going to be the result. You tried to move away from Dabi but Dabi had a firm grasp on you. No matter how much you wiggle, you were to weak and your body was began to feel itchy. "What did you do to me?" You couldn't help but pant out. Sweat dripping down your forehead as you look up at Touya before you.

Touya picks you up into his arms and he turns to lay himself onto the bed. "Just slipped somethings into your ice-cream, make you feel ten times better." He chuckles. You couldn't help but think 'Poor Ice-Cream, My Baby. How could you betray me!' But your shake those thoughts away once Touya impales you on his cock once again.

A strangled gasp moan escaped your lips. Touya was way longer than his father. Your mouth agape as your back arched away from Touya's chest. "See, I told you I was going to do better than my father. I'm gonna make you scream." Touya's mouth latches onto your shoulder, sucking and biting. Instead of feeling pain, your body tingles and you let out a moan in pleasure. Your eyelids get heavy and they droop a bit.

"H-ha, what- Why am I so h-hot?" You felt Touya's lips curve up into a smirk on your shoulder. "Thats the drug. It's finally kicking in." Touya chuckles into your neck and he begins to lift your body up so he was able to drives into your little cunt. "W-wait!" You cry out, you had a tight grasp on his arm.

"Do you know how long I have been waiting?" He growls into your ear. You were unable to respond with the way Touya drilled into you. "Do you know how many times I imagined you bent over in front of me? Have your soaking pussy around my cock? I can't wait anymore, I want you to cum all over my fat cock." Touya's finger latched onto your beading sensitive clit. His warm fingers circulating your clit aggressively. The smirk on his lips widen when you begin to moan out desperately.

Your body begins to twitch and your moans begin to pitch higher. "I-I'm so close, mm Please, Touya." You didn't find horror in the way you moved your hips harshly onto Touya. You didn't care anymore. All you could be caring about at the moment was the best orgasm that was approaching.

That's when you feel something cold dragging along your walls. A chocked moan escaped your lips. "Heh, Like my piercings?" Touya questions and you can't help but nod your head. The small piercing like ball was drilling against a bundle of nerves that had you screaming. "Oh, Fuck. Touya, please." You began to beg as your stomach tightens and your legs began to shake with anticipation.

"Go ahead, Baby. Cum all over Daddy's cock." Touya's deep voice rings through your ears. And as if it was a command, Your body jolted as your fluids soak Touya's lower body. Touya's eyes glistened and a huge grin appeared on his lips at the new found information. "Oh, You're a squirter huh? I'm gonna have so much fun with you."

Touya picks up your limp body and place you on your hands and knees. "Your gonna take all the cum Daddy's gonna give you, right?" He buries your head into the sheets as his cock drives into your soak insides. You couldn't even moan anymore, your mouth agape but not a single noise escaping while you were in your blissed out form.

Your eyes lazily looked up at Touya. You watched him thrust harshly with a determined ambition. He continously hit the spot that made you scream but you were unable to. Your body limp but shaking. Yet another orgasm racked through your body and your fluids drip over Touya's member. Your walls also tightening around him. A deep animalistic growl escaped his lips as he ruts against you, chasing his release.

"Fuck, I'm going to fill you up." Touya's cock twitches as he empties himself inside you. He wraps his arms around you and big spoons you. He buries his head into your neck, catching your scent. "You're all mine now." Touya watches you close your eyes to sleep. He wrapped his arms around you protectively.

#dabi #incel dabi #dabi x step mom reader #kaita-senpai drabbles #incest dabi #yandere dabi

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afandommultiverse · 3 years

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Happy Birthday x A LOT

word count; 993 fandoms; Black Clover, Haikyuu!!, Slight!HunterXHunter, Attack On Titan pairings; Reader X Kuroo, Bokuto, Mereleona, Yami, Slight Hisoka, Slight Illumi Luck, Tamaki, Dabi, Levi, Erwin, Julius notes; This is reeeeeeeeallllllly late- BUT I really want a birthday fic for myself and I didn't have time to write one because my birthday was lowkey a disaster so here it is- late but here! I hope you enjoy and most of all, HAPPY FUCKING BIRTHDAY!! sorry if it’s shitty

The clock clicked, tik tok, charming my eyes closed, their last visual being the time.

10:59 PM

I don’t even remember the ring of the clock as my mind drifted into the ease of sleep, exhaustion, and wear of the chaotic, stressful yet joyful and unforgettable day printed fresh in my mind. The lull of sleep was gentle and giving, leaving me restful and ready for the next day.

Until I woke up, somewhere else. I opened my eyes, met with the sky, dark and beaming with stars, sprinkling, and twinkling above me. One even shooting above me huge and glowing, almost like it was saying hello before burning out and disappearing. Trees loomed behind me, sounds of the night critter life whistling and rustling behind me.

“Y/n?” My eyes looked down only to be met with the view of a million different eyes. Yellow, brown, red, black, blue, vermillion, gold, green and so many others staring at me happily with bright smiles to pair with, well most. Tears filled my own eyes, a knot beginning to form in my throat as I stared at everyone.

“We couldn’t be with you in the day,” Kuroo spoke first, grabbing my hand and pulling me to a blanket laid out on the grass that began to form around us. He sat me down leaning back to let me be swept into another pair of arms

“But we know we can be with you in your dreams.” Bokuto smiled down at me as I turned to look up at him, almost breaking down in his warm, comforting hold. It felt so real, the warmth, gripping him, I never wanted to go, but he broke my hold and smiled at me brightly and cheerful as always.

“Hey, hey, hey, no crying on your birthday, beautiful.” His thumb came to wipe the streaming tears that had escaped my burning eyes.

“I wish I hadn’t already broken that.”

“Who cares if you cry on your birthday? It’s your fucking day, and I say you can do whatever the hell you want!” I turned to the pink lips spouting encouragements, meeting the fiery eyes of Mereoleona grinning at me. Her hug was hot and tight, nearly squeezing me to death, but I loved it.

“Don’t hurt her now.” a voice rumbled, cigarette smoke exhaling with words wrapped around it. Yami grinned as I gasped, running to jump and hug him.

“Even your guilty pleasures showed up, my dear.” I turned to the mock joy sweet voice, finding pink hair and golden cat eyes, inky threads dripping behind him framing the pale face and black eyes of Illumi.

I laughed staring at all the characters- people, feelings, and tears both sad and joyful pushing out from my chest, tying my insides all together and restricting my throat from making any sounds.

“You had us worried there for a sec!” The cheery voice of Luck spoke, his kiss quick and unexpected had a little charge to it, like the zap of static hitting your skin, it sent tingles throughout my body.

“We thought you wouldn’t fall asleep before ten.” Tamaki quiet spoke, looking away from me as he shyly asked if he could hug me. He was certainly caught off guard when I jumped on him nearly taking us to the ground.

“Woah there, darling, don’t hurt yourself.” Hot hands picked me up, flipping me around to stare into the luminescent eyes that surrounded many bad thoughts.

“You're even more gorgeous than I ever imagined.” Dabi must have been so thrown off by such a comment, even almost letting go of me.

“Good thing you got me to stop you from being dropped by this idiot.” Hawks winked at me as he lifted off the ground slightly, twirling us around.

“I’ll always be here to catch you, little bird.” Swift as lighting but soft like a pillow I was soaring through the air, trees, and stars flying all around me.

“Don’t ever keep me waiting again, brat.” The voice going softer around the world as he pulled me weightlessly to a branch, catching me softly surprisingly for his height.

“Levi!” He scoffed and set me down, before moving a few pieces of wild hair out of my face, shocked to see such a big smile on my face.

“You look gorgeous today.”

“Spoiling her are you?” The strong voice made me freeze, heart along with it.

“Of course I am, it’s her birthday isn’t it?” Levi retorted snarkily.

“Hm, just didn’t seem like a thing you would do.” That smile, far and few of them, and one, just for me.

“Commander?” I felt like I was going to choke on tears, running to hug him. His arm wrapped around me a little stiffly before relaxing, even wrapping a bit tighter. Breathing him in, it was unreal but so, so real, but like a bullet shooting through the air, my watch rang obnoxiously, something I usually slept through was irritable and annoying to hear so early.

11:59 PM

“It’s not gonna be my birthday anymore.” The miles upon miles of land I once saw began to fade, closing in fast. My surroundings were manipulated once again, and I was surrounded by everyone again.

“Do I really have to wait until next year to see you all?” Sad face smiled weakly but one brightly lit up. Stepping out he placed his hand on my shoulder.

“Of course not, you still have to open my- our presents, but mine first.” Julius grinned childishly, his hand coming to hold in front of me, a little ball of mana forming, one of his spells forming fast.

“Let’s turn back time a bit, hmm?” And everything returned, the grass, the hills, the stars- one even shooting by just as it had an hour ago. I turned back to everyone, excited to hang out with them all for longer when they shouted.

“Happy birthday, Y/n!”

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dabiboy · 3 years

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For the requests, would u be able to do any fic/drabble involving dad! dabi

love your account

You said dad Dabi and I read angst👀

But worry not, it is angst to fluff, he. Hope is not that shitty😅

I'll try

Then again, another night out thanks to your boss who decided that sending you to another city was a great idea. Damn meetings. And to make it even better, no one was available to take care of Kaji for that night and the day after. Great.

But then, you remembered he had a father. Not the best role model, but at least he knew how to warm food and Kaji was the happiest person alive when Dabi was there. So you called him, and surprisingly he agreed.

You were already on your way when he texted you that he was already there, but what nor you nor Kaji were aware of, was that he had agreed even though he was going through a hard time. Dabi was stressed, angry, in pain. But still he agreed on going to take care of his son.

"Dad you're here!"

Kaji greeted him with a hug on his leg, but without paying too much attention he just dropped on the couch, his forearm covering his forehead from the annoying light. Kaji spoked during minutes, long minutes and Dabi just answered with one syllable words, and at some point he even fell asleep for a few minutes. Dabi had no idea how to be a father, and much less how to act around such an active kid. His kid. But it was one sentence that made him sit on the couch to look at Kaji with confused eyes.

"My quirk is manifesting, I can't control it easily but I wanna learn" He said stopping his actions. "Can you train me?"

"No way in fucking hell, kid" Dabi answered simply.

"But please! All my classmates are being helped, because they want to be heroes" Kaji's eyes lit up, filled with excitement.

"Forget it, heroes are just trash. There are better things to do, find something else" when Kaji approached to him, Dabi stood up walking away from him.

"Dad come on, mom can't help me cause her quirk is different, but ours are-"

"No, Kaji. I'm not training you. Forget about that shit already" As he walked towards the kitchen looking for a beer, Kaji walked behind him. Hands in a fist, eyebrows furrowed. Filled with determination.

"Train me"

"Shit kid, can you just cut it?" It was his voice tone that triggered it. Sick, tired, bored.

"Why!? I'm strong, and I can't be stronger if you train me! I could beco-"

"Kaji, no. Stop it. I'm not training you, can't you just bother someone else with this crap? I won't do it, now go to fucking bed" Dabi didn't know how to measure his words. They were hurtful, but Kaji did his best to hold on.

"You never want to do anything! Mom shouldn't have called you tonight!" He yelled.

"Oh yeah? Then I can just leave if that's what you want" yes, Dabi had no self control and he was arguing with a child.

"Yes! I don't need you anymore, I can-I could make friends, more friends and play with them, because you're never here! I can't-I can't even say I have fun with you because all you do is be gone and sleep when you're here, I will be a hero and help other kids so not to be like you, I hate you!" And there it was. His eyes were filled with anger and pain, with tears and sadness. For first time ever, Dabi felt a sharped pain in his chest, and he could feel his throat getting tighter. He stood there, watching his son walking away from him.

"Hey you, come back here" He tried to call him, but Kaji ignored him completely as he got to his room, closing the door.

Dabi cursed to himself as he ran his hands over his face, why had he have to be like that? Maybe Kaji was right, and it was better to leave for good. He didn't deserve a bastard like him in his life. Forgetting completely about the beer Dabi went back to the living room, and his heart broke again at the same time guilt was taking over him. He saw Kaji's toys scattered on the floor, pure innocece and joy. His shoes, the laughs that still echoed in the room. Watching the table, he saw a notebook surrounded by colorful pencils, and disorganiced sketches. Dabi saw the drawings, and he was in a lot of them. Playing with Kaji, smiling, having dinner, doing all the things he never did. Dabi cursed again, and sat on the couch holding the drawings and looking at them over and over again. Hours passed and he still felt like a huge piece of shit.

Dabi took his boots and jackets off, leaving them on the living room. He walked towards Kaji's room and opened the door slowly. Kaji was holding his sobs curled up in a ball, back facing Dabi. He wanted to cry, to hug his dad. The truth was, that he didn't hate him, he was just hurt and sad because his dad wasn't around.

"Hey" Dabi said, touching his shoulder "Move your ass and make some room for me" The blue eyed man smiled to himself when the kid move, the truth was that it was cute as hell.

Dabi covered with the blankets, and covered Kaji too. He sighed, looking at the roof.

"I-" Kaji interrupted him

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it" his voice was shy, just as tiny as him.

"I'm sorry too, human. I know I'm an idiot and a piece of trash, but hey... I, I care about you" he turned around a bit, poking his arm. "Hey look at me" Kaji turned around slowly, looking at him with puffy eyes. "Don't cry, you look ugly when you do" Dabi tried to laugh and he wiped away the remains of his tears on his cheeks, making him laugh just a bit.

"Will you stay tonight?" That's all he could ask, looking at him with hopeful eyes.

"Yes, and you better not kick me because I will sleep here" The kid smiled "and we'll have ice cream for breakfast, whadaya' say?"

"Yes! But... If you don't want to..."

"If I'm saying it is because I want to, so don't fill your little head with shit like that"

"Sorry. I just don't want you to leave for ever, dad"

"I'll try my best to stick around, now try to sleep, k'"? He said, and in an odd gesture he played with his hair, knowing that his clock was ticking.

"I wub you, dad. I didn't mean those ugly things." Kaji snuggled against his body.

"I love you too, thing. I don't say it often but I fucking do" Dabi whispered, resting his hand on Kaji's back and his chin on top of his head.

There was no sleep for him that night, at least no in the following hours. He should tell Kaji who he really was, he owned an explanation for his absence, for his attitudes. It was going to happen soon, but for now? He tried to close his eyes, because those moments of peace and innocence were not for ever.

#bnha dabi #dabi #bnha+dabi #mha dabi #dabi headcanons #dabi x reader #boku no hero academia #dabi imagine #dabi x reader = kaji

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