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demovamp · 3 months

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gn reader !! sub dabi , breeding kink , overstim , cockwarming

dabi, who gets all whiny and possessive when you ride him. desperately grabbing at your body as he tried fucking up into you.

dabi, who whimpers and whines every time you clench around him.

dabi, who gets so lost in the way you feel that he's just talking about everything he wants to do with you.

"please... let me cum inside. i'll take good care of you." he pulls you against his chest and buries his face in your neck, inhaling your scent. "i want you to have my baby. please... i want – i need to."

dabi, who keeps begging and begging. he doesn't care if his voice gets hoarse.

dabi, who ends up cumming to early, pushing his hips against your body so it'll stay inside.

dabi, whose legs are trembling as he tries to hold you up. his hands are gripping at your skin tightly.

dabi, who eventually lets his body relax and leans his head back, closing his eyes.

you start moving your hips slowly, earning a small jolt from the villain. he opens his eyes and looks at you, surprised. "what?" you coo, touching his face, "you want a baby, right? we have to make sure it works. one time isn't enough, pretty."

dabi, who ends up cumming inside god knows how many times (4 or 5).

dabi, who ends up crying from the pleasure.

dabi, who holds you to his chest and lets you fall asleep with his dick inside you.

#— castiel thirsts #sub dabi #bottom dabi #dabi x reader #dabi x gn reader #dabi smut #touya todoroki #mha smut #sub mha

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cyberstrm · 1 year

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metal mouth

dabi x gn!reader drabble

"y/n. cmere." a rough voice caught your attention and you looked up from what you were doing.

"hi." you smiled softly at dabi, who was leant against your bedroom doorframe.

"cmere." he repeated, so you got up from your bed and stood in front of him.

"what's up?" you asked sweetly, reaching a hand up to his face and stroking it softly. he tried not to react, any reaction to your affection was, in his eyes, a weakness. but you could see his eyes soften.

he leant forward and stopped just in front of you, before grabbing your waist and pinning you to the wall in one swift movement. his mouth met yours and he kissed you deeply, and to your slight surprise, the taste of blood and the cold touch of metal met your tongue. he kept kissing you deeper still, hungry for you, his hands roaming your hips. he pulled away, blood trickling from his lips.

"shit." he breathed, wiping it away. "i guess it's still fresh."

"you got a tongue piercing?" you grinned, the metallic tang still in your mouth.

"mmmmhm." he replied. "you like it?"

you kissed him, gliding your tongue over the metal. he moaned into your mouth as more blood seeped from the new wound.

you pulled away, panting slightly, blood now trickling from both of your mouths.

"i love it."

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lxvebun · 1 year

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request: As I asked earlier, and I hope I'm not bothering you, <3, is it okay if you can have Aizawa, Shigaraki, and Dabi react to their S/O picking their skin, and that they have scars and scabs from picking so much?

buns notes Hi angel! Thank you for requesting!! And for your patience. I did hawks instead of Aizawa, I hope you don't mind! And I hope you like this. It's written in my older headcanon format but honestly I had the best time writing when I wrote like this so in the future more fics may pop up in this format.

content: Dabi/Hawks/Shiggy x gender neutral reader. Fluff. Comfort. Not catched up on current events just pretend we're in a bnha reality where all is well *sobs* hawks has his wings! My old Headcanon format. Blood. Skin picking. Scratching. Scars. Kissing said scars. Staples. If I missed anything let me know! Very lazily proofread.

Dc creators and consumers dni. My blog aint for you

Dabi

♡- Oh he's such a good boyfriend, you will never convince me otherwise. He's protective, he's sweet, he's your human heating pad, what could you possibly want more?

♡- and being such a good boyfriend, and his already perceptive eye. It makes that he usually knows what's going on before you tell him. From insecurities to other problems, if it's something he can fix, he'll do it without you having to tell him about it.

♡-so if you were planning on hiding it from him. You failed. he has already noticed the violent scratching, the picking at your skin and the frequent trips to the bathroom to rub the blood from under your nails almost immediately.

♡-He doesn't bring it up, he'll wait for you to be comfortable enough to do that. In the meantime he just helps you as subtle as he can with the knowledge he has.

♡-which is mostly holding your hands whenever he can, a win win for him really. You're unable to scratch at your skin, and he gets to hold you<3

♡-I believe he'd tell you stories of his own scars and habits as well to hopefully make you more comfortable around the topic. The staples stuck to his face are hard to miss, and as a nervous tic he does have a habit of fucking around with the ones on his wrists or jaw. Plucking them out and pressing them back in to the point blood starts to seep out. Not the most fun story to hear, but if it helps making you more comfortable, It's a small sacrifice really.

♡- it's hard to feel insecure about any scars you have being with Dabi. The most obvious reason being, he has them too, even more noticable than yours may be. And he's still the prettiest guy you have layed your eyes on.

♡-overall he tries his best to help as much as he can and as much as you allow him to<3

Hawks

♡-also a very good boyfriend, but in order to be your very good boyfriend, you need to tell him about the things that are troubling you, things you're insecure about, which you don't always do.

♡- luckily for you, it's hawks, walking heartthrob and probably the most charming person you've met. He can coax it out of you with lots of cuddles, sweet nicknames and ever sweeter kisses<3

♡-A lot of him helping you exists out of buying expensive cooling creams and ice patches for damage control after a bad day of scratching. And of course, his feathers help out too

♡- if the urge is there, or he notices you doing it subconsciously, one of his feathers will swat your hand away and replace it for you. That way you can't do too much damage to your skin.

♡-you rarely feel insecure about it with hawks, because he just wont let you<3 any bad talk or somber faces directed towards your scars gets wiped away when he presses a plethora of kisses to them. Try to hold him back, you cant!

♡- what kind of boyfriend would he be if he just let his pretty dove feel anything less than perfect?

Shigaraki

♡-he's been there and while his habit of scrating at his neck and wrists is more of an control coping mechanism there have been times where he scratched himself open and since he always picks at the same place, it has left some deep scars.

♡-scars that you've continously showed love towards, pressing gentle kisses when passing by or tracing over it. So please, do not be insecure about yours!

♡-in general any love and affection you show towards shigaraki, he tries his best to return tenfold. He's new to relationships, to love. And god is he in love with you. And he just wants to make sure you know that.

♡-that means repeating himself over and over again about how your scars do not make you any less beautiful, pressing kisses to your face to distract you, or challenging you to a mario kart game >:)

♡- he's very giddy about letting you borrow his his gloves! Although the gloves only covers half of your hands and you're still able to pick if you put some force in it but you dont have the heart to tell him that. It's the thought that counts<3

♡-he's not afraid of a little blood, and as hard as it may be for you, please do come to him when it gets bad. He's seen and been through a lot worse and promises you there nothing you can show him that will make him look at you in a bad light. Although he's not the best example, he rarely treats his skin after he picks, he would very much like to take care of yours. Even something as small as cutting your nails for damage control, or as big as helping you clean up the blood. he's always there and happy to to help<3

Thank you for reading angels!<3

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dat-bruv-person · 1 year

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can i request dabi being a menace to everyone except for reader ? *puppy eyes*

-‘๑’- menace

a/n: anon... you know I can't resist those puppy eyes :(

gn!reader, poc!reader friendly <33

_________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐

Another day, another moody villain. Dabi had just come back from an evening walk with a cigarette in his hands, contemplating life and stuff. Ripping Shigaraki's hair out, taking all of Toga's knives away, grieving over Twice... everything just seemed to be going great. Oh well, he always has you. A powerful villain you are, only goodness knows why you became one, but he thanks whatever deity is up there that you didn't become a hero.

He slams himself into the couch of his run-down "home" to see you standing there, arms folded. He simply chuckles and whistles for you to sit on his lap. Ha! Like you'd ever. Instead, you sit down elsewhere and he sits on your lap, laying his head on your shoulder and drawing on your skin with a pen that he chewed the end of. Laughing at your disgusted expression at the state of such a piece of stationery, he kisses you on the cheek softly and wraps an arm around you. It feels amazing to be loved; Endeavor should take notes.

It's not before long that you're asleep, at peace with yourself, something that he's not. Maybe you became a villain for fun or something, because how on Earth are you not turning and tossing in your sleep? No matter, he plays with your hair, for now, content.

#ainsley's gift pile #ainsley answers #ainsley writes #mha x gender neutral reader #mha x gn!reader #bnha x gender neutral reader #bnha x gn!reader #mha x reader #bnha x reader #mha fluff #bnha fluff #dabi fluff #dabi x reader #dabi x gn reader #dabi x gender neutral reader #touya x reader #touya x gender neutral reader

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star-spirit-mayhem · 2 years

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Dabi fucking swoons when he hears his S/O call him baby.

He's actually a little ashamed to admit it, not because he has a hard time telling them how he feels- on the contrary, he's completely devoted to his S/O and if they wanted him to shout from the rooftops just how much he's utterly infatuated with them he would. Dabi never thought he'd ever get to feel like that in the first place, convinced he'd spend his life bitter and angry before he finally managed to burn himself out ; probably literally. But that all falls away when his S/O calls him by any number of the cheesy little nicknames they've come up with for him. His S/O is the only one who's allowed to give him nicknames based on his features, in his opinion they can all be traced back to something awful, from his scars to his hair and eye color- nobody gets away with pointing them out like they define him. Except for his S/O, and only because he knows that they would never think of him like that, it took him awhile for him to come around to the idea but he knows they think of him as Dabi, as himself. He knows they know that doesn't even scratch the surface of who he is, because they've seen everything there is to see about him and they still love him- so they're the only person in the world allowed to call him patches or blue when they're curled up on his lap in the morning trying to steal all the warmth from his body like if they don't they're gonna freeze. Admittedly though, as much as he loves listing to them come up with creative personalized names for him, it's the mondaine ones that get him weak in the knees. It makes him feel normal, like he's never had to do or be anything but be loved and love back- like he's nothing but their 'Dear', nothing but their 'Darling', nothing but their 'Love' or 'Honey', like his only job in the world is to be his S/O's 'Sweetheart' and suddenly for the first time in his life he thinks he could spend the rest of it bringing them back their favorite drink from their favorite shop and seeing them smile as they squeak out a quick 'thank you baby'.

{ Back on my OOC! Dabi bullshit :) }

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r2katsu · 1 year

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scenarios for your jealousy...

mha m.list | gn!reader | fluff

"You're dumb, and i thought you were the smart one here. I don't need anyone else you idiot, i just need you." he sighs "Now come here and stop pouting, they were the one all over me and i already pushed them away."

"Be jealous all you want, i ain't going no where." he already put his arms around you pulling you in a tight hug.

katsuki, tomura, twice, dabi

"It's quite adorable for you to think that I need anyone else but you, i get it you can get jealous from time to time but in all seriousness I only need you so don't go around worrying about someone taking me away from you...hm?" he kisses the top of your head while holding you close.

DABI, keigo, hanta, shota,

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a-not-so-clean-blog · 6 months

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Dabi would love Halloween!

The one time a year he gets to walk around like a normal person, no disguise, no hiding. People walk past and don't even pay him a glance! He would definitely use this as an opportunity to take you on little dates. It lets him feel so domestic and fluffy but he'll never admit it.

Yandere Dabi would also take you out. He'll let you dress up as whatever you want as long as your face is hidden. He doesn't need to have other people see you. He will hold your hand the entire time. He sees you eye the fake cops and heats up his hand just enough to remind you of what he will do to them if you say anything. Remember this is a treat and he is more than willing to pull a trick.

#yandere #yandere dabi #yandere bnha #a degenerate writes #dabi x gn reader #dabi x reader #bnha #🔪

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dabis-loverboy · 1 year

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Arrest Me, Doll

Warnings: nsfw, minors dni, sub/dom dynamic, dom Dabi, cop/criminal, quirkless reader, degradation, mean dom, slight dubcon, slight oral fixation, slight choking, slight temperature play, use of whore, use of lamb

Pairing: Dabi/Touya Todoroki x gn reader

He slammed you against the wall in the alley, fingers wrapped around your throat as those ice cold eyes peered down at your form. Your gaze meeting his confidently, almost rebellious in nature. Even as you felt the heat at your neck, you didn't waver. Although perhaps attempting to take down someone like Dabi put you in a situation where fear would've been the more appropriate reaction. No, you decided, I can't think like that. Dabi's quirk was terrifying, you knew that, yet the defiance lit your eyes up despite that fear. The fear you refused to let show, the fear you refused to act on. Dabi had known heroes who had less bravery in his presence than you.

"Well, well." Dabi hummed, tapping a finger against your carotid artery.

"Something you've never seen." You grunted, wrapping a hand around his wrist, "The heroes will be here soon, I'm sure of it."

"For a little rat of a detective? I doubt that. You're putting a lot of stock in their morals, doll." Dabi retorted with a sarcastic scoff.

Naturally, Dabi had heard about you. You were a lost little lamb of a cop, delusions of grandeur being what they had to be, he supposed. After all, you were quirkless and a cop. It told Dabi two main things. One: you had been beat down all your life, thus your lack of visible fear. Two: you likely had once dreamt of being a hero. Dabi knew few quirkless people actually went on to become cops, opting to give up and pursue other jobs. Yet you didn't. Dabi was impressed.

"Shut it." You growled.

Dabi smirked, leaning in close, "But I could also... Use a favor. I'll even let you go in return."

You stared up at the villain, brows furthered. You were confused, to be completely transparent, however after a simple pressing of his hips to yours, you knew. Your face flushed red, you wanted to choke out some insult but the truth was that Dabi was hot. Not just because of his Cremation quirk but rather his apperance. Dabi grinned, leaning in close.

"You whore." Dabi cooed, "I bet you're getting off on the fact that I could do anything, right? Fuck you to my heart's content, Officier, and you'd just lay there and take my cock down your whore throat."

You opened your mouth to defend yourself, only for Dabi to slip two fingers into it. Your tongue pressed against his slender fingers, "Thats right. Just like that, bitch, oh this is going to be fun. You, me, that slutty fucking tongue. Just seeing how you take my cum down your throat."

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gettinshiggywithit · 1 year

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!Dabi taking care of a tired reader!

scenario:-reader comes home tired as fuck,dabi sees em and cuddles ensue

pairing:-dabi x gn!reader

genre:-fluff/comfort

For @fallenssun

You’d just come back to your apartment after what felt like the longest day of ur life

You darted to the shower,eager to relieve yourself of your dirty old clothes.

Once you came out,toweling your hair as you made your way down to your little kitchen to make yourself a little snacc,you noticed that the tv was turned on...

You cautiously made your way to your living,the towel youd been using just moments before,now your only weapon against a possible intruder

You peaked around the corner to notice a familiar pOoF of black hair

You exhaled loudly which caught your ever vigilant boyfriends attention

Her turned his head to shoot you a little wave and gestured to the space beside him on the couch

You practically floated towards him,like you were riding on clouds, and practically fell into his lap

“Hey you..” you said,staring at the man who held your heart like he had hung the stars 🌟

Thd goofy smile on your face made the ever-stoic ‘villain’ look down at you with a smirk on his face

“Hey y/n~”

His voice sounded gruff yet calming and you swore that each word made you fall in love all over again..

“When did you get here Tou?”you asked,and unbeknownst to you,your use of that little nickname just happened to give him butterflies

“Like 10 minutes ago.”

“Dam you had time to clean up and change in 10?”

“🤷🏻‍♂️”

You turned your head from your position in his lap just a little to fully take in his outfit

He was wearing a grey hoodie and his black sweats,a completely simple outfit that you absolutely loved

He personally didn’t get it but hed heard you fangirling to one of your besties and had tried to wear it as often as possible ever since🥰

“You look good....warm...” you said,hugging him closer.

He could clearly see that you were tired and he knew how this would end so he let you snuggle in a little,one hand lightly massaging your scalp,the other tracing soothing patterns on your back

And just as predicted,you were out like a light in under five minutes

He looked down at your peacefully sleeping form and smiled lightly to himself

Something about you bein comfortable enough and safe enough around him to just

Fall asleep in his lap

Just made his heart flutter again

After a few more seconds of waiting to make sure you really were out cold,he picked you up and carried u to your shared bedroom

He placed you down on the covers before getting into his boxer and climbing in himself

The moment he hit the sheets you instinctively came closer to him and snuggled into his side

Now dabi wasn’t really muchh of a cuddler(at first) but at moments like this when he knew you wouldn’t know,he held you closer

Closer than your tight good bye hugs and closer than youd ever know

In those silent moments he held onto you like he was gonna wake up and lose you.so dangerously close yet so tenderly soft and secure

It was at these moments that he was the most vulnerable,when even HE felt the safest

The next morning you woke up tangled together,you felt better rested than you had in a while and you knew it definitely had something(everything) to do with the man beside you.

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mikazenin · 1 year

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just thinking about bf! dabi who has a dancer s/o. whenever dabi finishes his missions early or when he ditches the league, he would always go to your house and watch you practice a dance you wanted to learn. he won't admit it but he finds it cute whenever you get excited when you see him enter through the door, jumping around infront of him because you mastered a hard choreography and wanted to show him right away. your house isn't that big enough and you don't have the money to have your own dance room but you'd always rearrange your furniture when practicing, mostly in the living room or the bedroom. you had always loved dancing and dabi supports you on your passion, he would be intrigued by how good you were at it and how its easy for you to learn a choreography. you also attend dance classes to which dabi often visits using his secretive yet suspicious disguise and you covering up for him, he would be silently watching you and your friends in the practice room through his black shades and a grin would form on his lips that was covered by a black mask. another thing dabi wouldn't admit is he fucking hates and he's fucking jealous when you and one of your friends are practicing a dance where it's only the two of you, a low scoff under his breath would be let out when your friend would lay his finger on your skin during the dance to which he considered was too "intimate". but he would be reassured when he observes that you only saw them as a friend and nothing else, he would feel calmer when you approach him right after the practice and ask him what his thoughts were about it, always lighting up his mood. one thing dabi loves when visiting your dance practice is when everyone in the place has left and you had told your manager that you would stay up to practice and that you would be the one to close it, he finds it surprising when the manager agreed on having you close the place, they must have a lot of trust on you considering how long you've been in the place. he would be much more comfortable when it's just the two of you because then he can show himself and yell out comments while you practice infront of the big mirror. dabi's comments are usually just praises on how good you are but oftentimes, he would slip in very intimate ones that have you getting embarrassed and blushing so hard that you get lost in the song playing in the background, resulting in dabi getting playfully smacked for making you embarrassed because you had to start from the beginning of the song and choreography. there was one time when it was late at night and you and dabi were still in the dance place, the two of you were talking and sitting on the floor after you practiced a song and was currently taking a break. “sit right here, doll.” he cooed, patting the floor infront of his figure as you obliged him and crawled towards it. sitting so close infront of him as you felt dabi wrapped his arms around you, his head going towards your neck and shoulder, planting small and sloppy kisses on it. you lowly whimpered his name when he was massaging your sides before one of his hand went down on your inner thighs, making you whimper again as dabi let out a chuckle at your voice before leaning towards your ear.

“my dancer doll.. don't you deserve a reward for working so hard?”

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02.16.2023 | main tumblr ; @pandemoniumtime | written by; alex.

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shisnhou · 2 years

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kiss me more

dabi looks at you begrudgingly. well, not in a hostile manner, just more of the squinted eyes and tightened lips manner.

"why the fuck do you keep doing that with your lips?" the villain asks, demandingly. for longer than a minutes, his eyes have been darted on the pout of your glistening lips.

"doing what?" you raise a brow, lips however, still unmoving; much to dabi‘s irritation.

he clicks his tongue and gives up on telling you what he sees. if you‘re willing to act stupid, then so be it. "this shit." he places his finger just centimetres away from the glossed lip you tut out. "what the fuck is that all about."

there, he finally notices.

you‘ve been purposely pouting your lips out for hours, and after the third mark your rather coolly boyfriend has noticed.

"i have no clue as to what you‘re talking about." however, you pretend not to know what he‘s talking about.

dabi‘s brows furrow at that. begrudgingly, he puts down his finger to his side and gives you a suspicious look. he‘s not convinced with your act, with you, everything always has an ulterior motive.

and just as he suspected, you do in face have an ulterior motive.

lately, your boyfriend hasn‘t been home much. dabi‘s always out working, or whatever the fuck he‘s doing out there. for days without an end, you‘re often left home to your own devices. and as you‘re left to handle yourself, you find yourself missing your mischievous boyfriend. most especially, you miss his thin lips against yours.

you painfully miss the way he teases you with kisses that just feel like playing with fire. his lips on yours always feels so good, so good that sometimes you wish breathing wasn‘t such a big deal so that he wouldn‘t have to get back up to catch his breath.

"yeah, this act isn‘t impressing me princess. what d‘ya want?" he leans close to you, his finger tips holding your jaw up. "i don‘t have all day."

"nothing," you prod further with the act, but tutting your lips out just a little more; accentuating your glossed lips even more. "what do you want?"

dabi snickers. he bends down jus above you, enough that his lips near yours. with your now near leveled places, you‘re able to breathe in his familiar scent and feel the situation escalate. this is what you have been waiting for ages, for his lips to finally hit yours.

"i don‘t want nothin‘, pretty. what do you want?" he answers your question with a question of his own. "why‘re you bein' all pouty and shit? d‘ya want something to buy?"

you roll your eyes at him. sometimes, you do hate your boyfriend. though he can be sweet, he can also be clueless; as much as he is mean. you had thought pushing buttons might lead him on, but you overestimated him and now he‘s just confused.

"y'know what, nevermind." you sigh, wrapping your hand around his wrist and pushing it to his chest. "you‘re oblivious." you mutter, losing hope.

dabi looks at you with now a pout of his own. he watches you retreat and take your phone into your hands. he still stands there, looking at you with a face more confused than earlier.

he loves you of course, but he sometimes just doesn’t understand what goes inside your pretty little mind. more often than not, he just finds himself sighing and trying to figure out what you mean.

as he turns around and retreats, thinking about what you could have wanted. but as he is just about to leave the room, he suddenly hears something from your phone.

"here‘s the best lipgloss that pouts your lips and make you look as kissable as possible!"

what?

oh..

oh.

a lightbulb lights up inside his head. in a split second, he‘s flipping his head and caging you down. you watch with a bored expression, seeing him smirk. you cock a brow, but before you realize it, he‘s grabbing your phone out of your hands and kissing you.

your eyes widen in surprise, but they quickly flutter close as you wrap your hands around his nape.

it‘s a deep passionate kiss. his tongue moving slow against yours. lips move in perfect sync. it‘s a needy lock of lips, he‘s teasing your lower lip as he runs a hand through your hair. he savours your taste as if it were a full course meal from a michelin star restaurant.

"baby," he breaks the kiss slowly. his lips are still up against yours, his breathing slow as he speaks. "y‘know, you can just always ask me to kiss you. you don‘t have to play so unfair."

you know you can. but where is the fun in that? more so now that you know, that just being pouty and mean can make him act like a starved man. so maybe, being nice is out of the table.

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crowborn666-writes · 1 year

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Cradle

(Soft Dabi stealing my heart)

Dabi x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Romantic

Summary: You and Dabi spend time together, hidden away in a small pocket of the world.

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Golden rays of late afternoon shine through the tattered curtains, a poor quality recording of Claire de Lune playing from your phone fills the dusty air. Dabi lays on top of you, cheek pressed to your chest. He’s relaxed, breathing slowly as he eases in and out of a light sleep. You both come here to this old, abandoned hotel room often when stress gets high, to hide away and relax together.

The recording ends, and you reach to check the time on your phone.

“‘S gettin’ late, think we should start heading back?” You ask, and start to sit up.

“No!” Dabi suddenly exclaims, hand clasping your shoulder tightly. It was clear he was startled awake by your movements. “N-No… I’d like… to stay longer. Please.”

“Of course,” you hummed, laying back down and restarting the recording, “we’ll stay as long as you’d like.”

You settle back down onto the old bed, humming along to the song as Dabi relaxes once more. You trace random shapes into the nape of his neck, combing his hair from time to time. In turn, Dabi’s thumbs trace circles into your sides, lips pressing lazily against your neck.

You were hidden away in this tiny pocket of space, cradled by each other.

#mha #bnha #mha dabi #bnha dabi #dabi x reader #mha x reader #bnha x reader #gn!reader #mha x gender neutral reader #bnha x gn!reader #dabi x gn reader #dabi #dabi fic #dabi fluff #dabi x gender neutral reader

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star-spirit-mayhem · 11 months

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Teasing Dabi ~

TW: Smut, Implied Dom/Sub dynamics, Bondage, Gags, Voyeurism, Implied Punishment.

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Taking advantage of Dabi's willingness to go along with anything you plan for him by tying him up and teasing him as you make him watch you make yourself cum infront of him. His mouth is occupied with a pretty little gag and he's on his knees with his arms restrained behind his back, he's quiet and almost glaring at you with how intensely his eyes burn through you, watching your every move, trying to memorize every little sound you freely let out in an attempt to further torture and rile him up ; Its working, The only indicator of his resolve braking is the slight shiver he gives off, body radiating with the desire to touch you, to feel you, to devour you.

As you tip yourself over the edge on full display for him to see you lose your focused for just a moment, basking in the shaky pleasure orgasming in front of your boyfriend while he watched brought you, your eyes roll back for just a second but that was all Dabi needed. The second your attention wavered off of him he was burning his way out of his ropes and pulling the gag out of his mouth as he shoved you back onto the mattress making you fall back and lose balance before gasping loudly, more so at the surprise than the impact. "Think you can fucking tease me like that and get off without me? Fucking brat, that's what you are. You wanna cum so badly fine, you're not stopping until you're begging to, teach you some damn manners" Jokes on him though, that was the plan the entire time, shame it took him this long to start the night.

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chaoticallyfragmentary · 1 year

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Dabi x Reader

Hurt/Comfort. I want Dabi to hold me and LoV to tell me that they've got me. Is that too much to ask?

Imagine this happens somewhere after Dabi's fight with Endeavor. Doesn't follow canon. Dabi is afraid and wants to leave you before you could leave him.

You fight awake, mouth pulled open in a silent scream you cannot vocalize, quirk lashing out. Reality returns to you in fractures. You could feel Toga holding you, trapping you in place. Shigaraki looks at you as you sit up, “You’re alright, kid,” he says softly. “You are not there. You are here, and we’ve got you.” He smiles, eyes a touch downturned as all at once, the fight drains out of you and you slump, gasping for air, finding yourself weeping, exhaustion seeping into your bones.

“You’re alright, kiddo," Big sis Magne whispers, her hand gently squeezing your neck. “Where’s Dabi?” You ask instead. “He,” Toga clearly hesitates, but then she holds your gaze. “Don’t go to him now. He ---”

“He doesn’t want me, I know.” Your chest feels like it might crack open, the vacant cold of terror, of the half formed thought that Dabi might’ve been gone replaced with the surge of hot anxiety as he will leave sharpnel in his wake, vacant caverns in your heart if he decides to end whatever it was that you had.

But of course, you go right to his door. It is late, a certain kind of stillness to the night, like the whole world is caught in slumber, except for those rest doesn’t come easy to. You’re almost certain that he’s awake, hand poised to knock.

“Dabi,” you call softly and the silence that greets you makes you physically flinch from the ache behind your ribs. A grotesque laugh bubbles up your throat, a worn out sound. You had to suck in a breath and swallow down the rising pressure in the back of your throat.

“Touya, I-I-I, I don’t know if you are listening… but I love you, and none of it was your fault,” you murmur. You squeeze your eyes shut and hold your breath as you fight every impulse to implode into a million pieces. All you want is a little reprieve.

“Love,” croaks a voice form the other side of the door and you press your hand over your mouth as the tears flood your eyes, desperately trying to muffle the sound that rises up your throat, hitched and weak. Silence again but now that you know that Dabi is standing on the other side, you want to tear the door off its hinges, you want to crawl into his arms, you want and you want and you are trying so hard to keep it together, half laughing, half sobbing as you choke out, ”It’s so good to hear your voice. Thank you.”

“They told me you were alive, but I had to see for myself.”

There is no response for so long that you think maybe he’d left, maybe he'd fallen asleep but then the door opens up a silver and you swivel, peering through the crack, the smell of forest fire instantly flooding your senses. Dabi sobs out a hoarse laugh as the door wrenches open all the way and he barely braces himself before you are, quite literally trying to crawl into him, wondering, for one brief moment if, but then his arms are around you and he cannot stop crying as you attempt to meld into him, barely leaving a silver of space between your bodies. You aren’t sure who is clinging to the other harder, digging your fingers into each other, holding on as if the fear that the other might be wrenched away from you had been carved into your bones. You feel Touya’s face buried in your shoulder as he trembles, and he can feel your arms wrapped around him, fingers curled tight in his hair, breathing short and stuttered.

Dabi wants to comfort you, but he’s too busy falling apart at the same moment, both of you barely hanging on by a thread. But you are in his arms, and he is holding on, and maybe, just for tonight, this is enough.

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niki-phoria · 1 year

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pairing: dabi x male!reader (one mention of he/him pronouns, could be read as gn) genre: fluff word count: 781

cw: blood, slight gore

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a/n: i’m so bad at ending fics 😭😭

dabi knows he shouldn’t be knocking on your door, especially at this hour, but he doesn’t know what else to do. he can feel the blisters on his skin against the fabric of his hero suit as he holds a hand against the cut on his side. he hopes there isn’t a trail of blood on the carpet lining the hallway, but he can’t bring himself to look. he’s about to knock again when your door swings open.

“dabi!” you gasp when you see him. “what happened?” you wrap an arm around his waist, supporting him as you help him into your apartment. his blood is hot against your hand as he leans into your body. you slam the door shut, almost dragging him into your bathroom.

the tile is cool against his body as he lays on the ground. “my arm,” he whispers. you pull his arm away from his chest, careful not to touch it directly. you rush to press a towel against his side.

“when did this happen?”

“couple minutes ago.” his words slur as you apply more pressure against the open wound. he winces, closing his eyes. “didn’t know where else to go.”

“if this doesn’t stop bleeding soon, i’m calling an ambulance.” dabi nods, struggling to keep his eyes open.

“‘m sorry.”

“no, don’t be.” you leave the bathroom for a few minutes, returning with a first aid kit and a few more towels. “you’ll need stitches.” shouto’s breathing only becomes more shallow as you prepare a needle and gauze. you throw the now bloodied towel to the side, pressing your fingers against the sides of the cut. “this is gonna hurt. a lot.” dabi forces his eyes open to meet yours, nodding. you bite your lip when you begin the first stitch. dabi yells out in pain before his consciousness finally gives out and he falls into darkness.

when dabi wakes up, the warmth of your blankets are the first thing that registers. it encompasses his body like a hug. it’s a foreign feeling despite the many nights he’s spent laying in your bed next to you, feeling your body heat pressed against his. he’s wearing an old pair of his sweatpants, probably left haphazardly on your floor at some point. the stinging in his side remains, albeit dulled significantly. a bandage is wrapped tightly around his arm. the skin underneath doesn’t hurt anymore, something dabi is grateful for.

slowly, he shifts, pushing to sit up. he groans, pressing a hand against his side. underneath the bandage he can feel a neat line of stitches. he pushes himself to stand on his feet, making his way toward the doorframe. the air chills his skin when he leaves the warmth of your blankets despite his already high body temperature.

“doll?” he calls out. there’s a shuffling from further inside the apartment, followed by a ‘meow’. dabi chuckles, using the wall to support himself as he makes his way to your couch. your shared cat stands in the living room, blinking at him. dabi sits down on the couch, leaning back against the cushions. he sighs. his side burns from the pain but the feeling of your cat jumping onto the couch and curling up next to him makes it better. he pets her with a half-smile, running a hand along her back. “where’s your dad, hm?” your cat meows at him before stretching out against his thigh.

dabi leans forwards to grab the tv remote, flipping through a few random news channels. the stories are nothing particularly interesting, consisting mainly of low level villains being caught and information dabi can’t bring himself to care about. he lets a random sitcom rerun play in the background as he leans back against the couch, letting his eyes fall shut as he chases a few more hours of sleep to pass the time.

the sound of your apartment door closing wakes dabi from his nap. “hey doll,” he calls.

you gasp, setting your bags down and rushing to the couch. “dabi!” the man chuckles, holding his arm out. gently, you wrap your arms around him. “how are you feeling?”

“i’m alright.” you pull away from his chest, moving to check his bandages.

“that was a hell of a cut,” you murmur. “what happened?”

“just a fight.” his hand rests on your back as you move onto his arm, looking over the healing blisters. “thanks. for… taking care of me.”

“of course. your side will be okay in a few weeks.” dabi hums, pulling you back into his arms to lean against his chest. “i love you.”

“i love you too, doll.” dabi whispers, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

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moon-is-a-cryptid · 1 year

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(AAH! I'M SO SORRY IF THIS IS A SPAM OR I SENT IT TWICE! MY INTERNET CUT OUT RIGHT WHEN I WAS ASKING SO I'M NOT SURE IF IT RECIEVED!)

Hey! could I request a short fic for Dabi x reader. Like a reverse comfort where Dabi (this doesn't have relevance, but white haired Dabi timeline wise) Is feeling down about the whole thing and he has a nightmare that he can't come out of. Reader has a quirk that allows her to enter peoples dreams and control their state of sleep so she finds him in the middle of a nightmare and she enters his nightmare to wake him up then she comforts him!

I'm really big on reverse comfort fics, but they are so rare for characteres I'm in love with I like!

I feel you on the reverse comfort😮‍💨 let’s see what I can tug out of my brain 🧠 I Hope this is to your liking! (it was sent twice yes lol)

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⭐Pairing: Dabi x GN!reader

⭐CW: mentions/slight description of death, Nightmare

⭐type: reverse comfort, I made Dabi cry because the man needs a good cry tbh, fluff, I stopped playing animal crossing just to write this❤️‍🔥

Slowly your eyes pried open, the twitching of the blankets had awoken you. assuming the disturbance in the sheets was because Dabi had gotten up to leave, that's the only time he gets out of bed when you two have settled down for the night. Glancing at the clock on your nightstand it blared '5:26AM' in the bright digital numbers. furrowing your eyebrows you wonder why Dabi had been getting up, wiping sleep from your eyes as you sit up, your arm hitting against Dabis back 'he's still here?' you look over at him as he twitches once again. His snow-white locks stuck to his forehead in sweat, and he was turning back and forth mumbling incoherently. worry took over your face as you placed a hand on his sleeping form, shaking him slightly "Dabi? hon are you okay?" you say in a hushed voice still harsh from sleep. No answer from him makes your worry grow, it feels like a rock had hit the bottom of your stomach as you continue to lightly shake him with no response. his face had set away from his usual relaxed sleep to one of fear, though you couldn't see it in his eyes the way he started moving erratically alerted you, this wasn't a normal dream, he was having a nightmare.

You knew there was no way of waking him out of this, he had warned you when the relationship had begun this happens every now and then. a nightmare that ran through his fears that he could never wake up from. You deducted one option to help him. your quirk. reaching your palm up to touch his forehead you activate your quirk, and a flash of white crosses your eyes before you are met with pure chaos.

A forest fire speckled with blue and red flames burned before you. stepping forward into the flames you call his name "Dabi?!" rings out, and you push forward with no response before you come to a clearing. in the middle surrounded by Flames were Dabi and Endeavor. His back to you Dabi is on the ground on his knees Cradling something in his hands while his head hangs downward.

"you deserve nothing Toya, you are worthy of no love." Endeavor spat. the blue flames grew as a sob rumbles from Dabi he stands up still cradling whatever was in his arms "You're a monster, Enji" he sobbed out before turning around, you finally see what he is holding.

And he's holding you. cradled in his arms, bloody, lifeless, dead. Tears stream down your face as you sprint from your standing place. "DABI" you cried out, Dabi's sapphire eyes widen as the Y/N in his arms slowly dissipated, bloody tears streaming down his face as he runs towards you "Y/N" is all you hear as you collide in a hug.

Abruptly Dabi sits up in bed, hands shaking and heavy breathing his head whips around to you, sitting next to him with tears pricking your eyes. His hand make their way to cup your face "Y/n..." is all he can mumble as your hand comes to sit atop his on your cheek "its okay baby im here, im okay" you whisper. That's all he needs before pulls you in, arms around your waist and head against your chest. A heavy sob leaves his chest, and his grip tightens as if he was going to lose you the moment he loosens up. Wrapping one arm around his torso, your fingers running through his hair you let him sob. "its okay baby im still here" you coo to him your voice soft and smooth like the silk pillows you had been laying on minutes before.

The sobs died down before Dabi spoke "He found you after i had exposed him," he shifts in your arms so that you could hear him clearly. "He found out you were with me, gotten back by taking the only thing I cared about" his eyes met yours "he had taken my everything," he said so softly you could barely hear him. This was a side of Dabi you had never seen before, he was scared and vulnerable. the walls that he had built up around his feelings were crumbling behind his eyes. "That wont happen my love" You spoke, kissing him on the forehead. "No one in the LoV would let that happen, especially you"

Dabi relaxed at your words, you could feel the tension leave as he sat up out of your arms "I-I was so angry and upset" he stops knowing how vulnerable he is, a state he had never wanted to be in with anyone, but to him you were different. you were everything he cared about.

"If anyone does anything to you I-" you cut him off, knowing he was slowly going back to his asshole protective self "You'd bring the world down to its knees" a small smile places itself on your face "you better not tell anyone about this, or I'll throw you to the alley cats" you clap and stand up out of bed "And he's back! I'm changing my shirt" Dabi chuckles, as you change your shirt and lay back down. you can't help but notice he holds you a little closer and a little tighter after that night.

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