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dumbseee · 1 month

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watching.

dabi had one weakness, and it was you.

dabi x fem!reader.

warnings: bad english/grammar :p, mention of murder, violence.

genre: angst.

note: i want touya to have a happy ending :( / maybe i’ll do a part two.

you met touya in kindergarten, his mother was close to yours and introduced you to him because he was too shy to make friends by himself. you immediately handed out your tiny hand towards him with your biggest smile, while he looked at it with wary eyes. he looked up at his mother who nodded towards you and he grabbed your hand. that sealed your friendship with touya todoroki. ever since, you two were inseparable, always with one another and you still remember his gorgeous smile.

your mother was the one to break the news to you, she sat you down on the couch and muted the tv. you could feel that something was wrong, you saw how red and swollen her eyes were and when she took your hands, you felt her hands tremble slightly. when she told you that touya had passed away in a fire accident, you cried for weeks. you couldn’t sleep at all, your sleep was ruined by nightmares, you could hear touya’s screams, his cries for help. you wished you could’ve helped him, your quirk could’ve been useful since you could control water. but you were just a kid, how were you supposed to help?

years had passed and you still thought about touya, you stil kept the teddy bear he gifted you for your sixth’s birthday and you still hugged it tightly at night. sometimes you’d even talk to the sky, asking him if he had a good day up there or if he was watching over you from heaven. well, little did you know that touya was actually looking after you, but he was way closer to you than you thought.

when touya became dabi, he wanted to forget about his past, his only focus being taking his revenge on his father and destroying the hero society. but you kept popping up in his mind, he couldn’t forget you nor could he ignore the little voice whispering your name in his head. it wasn’t hard for him to find you, even years later, he quickly learned that you graduated on top of your classes, and became the number two’s hero, hawks’s personal assistant. when touya saw that, he laughed, apparently fate wanted these two to meet again. of course, touya needed hawks anyway for his plan, but you being his assistant was a major plus.

when he saw you for the first time in years, his breath got caught up in his throat as he witnessed how you blossomed into a gorgeous and confident woman. touya fell in love with you the minute he first saw you, back in kindergarten, but when he saw you again after so many years of being apart, he fell ten times harder. your hair had grown a little longer, now falling down your waist, your smile was still the prettiest sight he’d ever seen, your eyes still had that light in them, the light he’d been longing for since he left, and your laugh was still his favourite melody. he was completely down for you, he couldn’t stay away from you for too long, he needed to hold you, talk to you, take you. you belonged to him, and he couldn’t stand the fact that anyone could look at you, be close to you, meanwhile he had to hide in the shadows of the night, away from you.

touya followed you back home almost every night, he needed to make sure you made it safely inside your apartment he already broken into, when you were at work. he grinned when he walked into your room, it was so you, pictures of friends or family decorating your walls, painted a light pink while your bed was perfectly made. touya let himself fall on your bed, crossing his arms behind his head while he looked at the ceiling. if he closed his eyes he could hear your laugh, he could imagine a world where you two got to be together and live happily ever after, move in together, get married and have a ton of annoying gremlins running around and calling him dad. touya didn’t even feel the bloody tear that rolled down his scarred cheek. he let a dry laugh leave his lips. he could never have that life and be knew it.

as touya stood up and was ready to leave before you could comeback, he noticed the old teddy bear he gave you when you two were still innocent little kids. his eyes widened at the thought of you still thinking about him, after all these years. maybe you loved him too? maybe you were still looking for him? touya knew his family told the world that their eldest son tragically passed away in a fire, but he knew you couldn’t have fall for this stupid story. you were clever enough to know that he couldn’t have died like that. he couldn’t have left you behind, how could he? lost in his thoughts, touya didn’t even hear the sound of keys and the door opening before closing in a rather loud "thud". that sound made him regain his senses, for a second he considered staying there, in your room, waiting for you to come in and see him. but it wasn’t the right time, he’d comeback, and he’d comeback for you.

when you walked into your room, you frowned when you saw your bed all wrinkled up and your teddy bear on the floor. the faint smell of cigarette, wood and whiskey laying in the air as well. you opened the window but was surprised to see it slightly opened already. have you left it open this morning? you shrugged it off, you left in a hurry so it could’ve been the case. you started to strip away from your clothes, to take a quick shower, while touya landed on his two feet, he looked up at your window and grinned to himself. you never forgot him.

you noticed some strange changes in your life lately, the weird smell you smelt in your room a few weeks ago, kept coming back and you wondered where it could come from. you didn’t smoke so why would your room smell like cigarettes? same goes for alcohol, you never drank even a drop of whiskey, so why would it smell like it? your teddy bear kept moving places, you even considered your apartment being haunted, the idea kinda creeped you out, you hated ghosts. but it couldn’t be that, ghosts didn’t exist and even if they did, dead being couldn’t have a smell. you also had this weird feeling of being watched, no matter where you were, in a crowded room at work, in the subway, even in your room, you felt eyes on you and it scared you shitless. what if you had a stalker? what if a crazy serial killer was after you and you’d end up on those true crime documentaries? you shook your head and laughed at your own paranoia.

you turned around in your bed and smiled softly at your teddy bear, you grabbed it in your hands and lift it in the air. "you must think, i’m going insane hm?" you mumbled, a vague image of touya appeared in your mind, it was an old memory of him when you had scraped your knee pretty badly and touya carried you on his back till you arrived at your house. nobody was there so he went to look for a bandaid and helped you. he stayed with you till your mother came back from grocery shopping, even though it would make his father upset. without noticing it, a single tear rolled down your cheek. you cleared your throat and hugged the teddy bear, tightly against your chest. "i miss you so much, touya." you were curled up on your bed, hugging your last souvenir of touya and cried yourself to sleep. meanwhile, in the league’s hideout, touya is lying down on his bed, a hand behind his head and the other holding his phone. he had hidden a small camera inside the teddy bear when he sneaked into your apartment once. as weird as it sounds, touya only wanted to feel closer to you, hear your voice, you always slept with the teddy bear in your arms, which made him feel like he was actually laying next to you. "i miss you too, doll."

the next day, you came back from work, exhausted and frustrated from the bad day you had thanks to one of your coworkers. you were on the phone with your friend, letting out all your frustration. "seriously what is wrong with him? he always single me out during meetings, talking about how my ideas aren’t that good, how dare he? i’m way above him on the food chain, he tends to forget that a lot." you got into your room, smiled at your teddy bear, an habit you picked up a while ago, you removed your jacket and immediately put it back into your dresser. you put your hair up with a claw clip and sat in front of your vanity, removing your earrings while your friend was agreeing with you. "right? he’s so full of himself and does he think i don’t hear all the disgusting things he says about me to tanaka? this motherfucker really thinks i don’t see him looking under my skirt? ugh! i hate him so much, yuri!" you hummed in response to your friend’s answer, "you’re right, maybe i should tell hawks? he’s so sweet, i’m sure he’d help me out." you quickly ended the call after that, eager to wash yourself and eat before jumping on your sofa to watch your favourite comfort show. what you didn’t know is that a certain unstable fire villain heard everything and would take matters into his own hands before fuckass hawks could do anything.

when you went back to work the next day, something was going on and you felt it the second you walked into the building. one of your coworker quickly grabbed your arm to tell you the news. "terushima is dead!" he went straight to the point and your eyes almost came out your sockets. "he got killed by the villain dabi, you know him right? apparently he recorded the whole thing and poor terushima suffered so much, it was a terrible sight." you couldn’t speak, truly stunned by the news, what were the odds? you basically cursed him out a few hours ago and now he was dead? killed by no one but the infamous dabi? thinking about the villain made you shiver. "and that’s not it! dabi also tortured tanaka to have informations on terushima! he went to him first then went to terushima. tanaka is still at the hospital but apparently he’s alive." you felt nauseous all of a sudden, you took a step back and immediately ran away from your poor coworker, even as he called your name, you ran outside, inhaling fresh air as you felt sweat cover your forehead, your whole body was shaking from shock. you wouldn’t mourn terushima, he was a pain in your ass, and tanaka was nothing but a dirty pig as well. but the fact that you talked about these two men just yesterday and now one was dead and the other was at the hospital. the coincidence was too much for you, you called in sick and went back to your apartment.

you kicked your shoes and immediately went to the fridge to take out a fresh bottle of water, downing it almost entirely. you frowned when you saw a piece of paper sitting on your table. it was a handwritten note, you felt shiver down your spine as you read it.

"they won’t bother you anymore."

you let the note fall on the ground, your legs felt like jello now and you had to grab the counter to steady yourself before you could join the note on the floor. you struggled to breath as you now understood that the call you made yesterday and what happened to terushima and tanaka wasn’t a scary coincidence. the note wasn’t signed but you knew who left it here, dabi. dabi came here, dabi heard you, dabi took revenge for you, dabi knew you. but why would he do that? why would he take a liking to you? how could he even notice you? you were scared now, a villain was after you and you could be his next victim soon. you quickly grabbed your phone and started to dial hawks’s number. he was your boss but also your friend, he’d help you. but as you were about to dial the last digit, you felt a presence behind you. and you remember not closing the door. you swallowed the lump in your throat and slowly turned around, your eyes widened and you let out a small cry as you recognised dabi, in all his glory, hands in his pockets, his expression unreadable as he stood tall in your living room. he closed the door with his feet and looked at you.

"w-what are y-you doing here?" he came for you, he was going to murder you in your own home. you saw dabi chuckle and you almost fainted when you saw him take a step closer to you. he didn’t answer you, his eyes were weirdly familiar to you, a turquoise blue, same as touya’s. the thought of your old friend made you realise that you’d soon join him in the afterlife and somehow, the thought comforted you. dabi was now in front of you, a few inches separating you two as he looked down at you. "it’s been a while, y/n." his voice was deep, a little hoarse and you saw him smile softly at you. what the? thee dabi smiling? you were dreaming, it had to be a dream! or a nightmare. "i didn’t think you’d keep that old teddy bear for so long, but i’m glad that you did." and it hit you, almost instantly as the words left his mouth, you realised.

touya todoroki was in front of you. your touya.

silent tears immediately started to roll down your cheeks as you looked at his pretty eyes, his gorgeous turquoise orbs you so often thought about how nice it would feel to drown in them. silence fell upon you as your mind was spinning, you felt your legs give up on you and dabi was quick to grab you, both of his hands on your waist, yours pressed on his chest as you were still lost in your thoughts. you let a hand slowly stroke his cheek and he leaned into your touch, closing his eyes and letting out a sigh of relief. you quickly removed your hand, which made him frown. "t-touya?" your voice broke at the end of his name. "it’s me, y/n. i never left." now you were nothing but a sobbing mess, you didn’t know how to handle this. your touya was standing in front of you and you didn’t know how to take it. touya didn’t come back as the joyful and cheeky kid, he came back as a demon called dabi.

"you’re not my touya." you mumbled, pushing him away from you, you moved away so you were now giving your back to the door, just in case you had to run. touya felt his heart explode at your words. "how- how could you do this? what happened to you? what happened to the kid i used to know? this isn’t you. it can’t be!" you yelled, years blurring your vision, but you angrily wiped them away. of course, you weren’t aware of the trauma touya had to go through. "i can explain everything." he simply said, taking a step closer to you, this time you didn’t move away. "you can explain what? killing dozens of innocents? joining the league of villains? you’re literally one of the main instigator of this fucking league!" you pushed his chest, clearly still angry and touya couldn’t hold that against you. he just wanted to hold you, soothe you, tell you that everything would be fine. but touya couldn’t do that, because he didn’t know how to do that, he didn’t know how to react in these type of situations, no one ever comforted him, beside you. which explain the insane amount of patience he had right now, he knew he wouldn’t hurt you, he would never forgive himself if he did.

"i want you to leave." you said, looking up at him, eyes full of rage but also sadness. you were devastated, you dreamed of this moment, you never really believed that touya died in that fire. you always felt like he was still out there, doing god knows what, well you were right, but at what cost? touya felt anger and frustration build up inside of him, he wanted to yell at you, tell you that he had no choice, he had to continue with his plan, he had to take revenge, he had to. "not before you listen to me, then i’ll leave." you crossed your arms against your chest and gave hime the sign to continue. "the number one hero, endeavor." just saying his name made him want to burn this whole place, but you were here. touya took a deep breath and all of a sudden, he was back in kindergarten, in front of a pouty y/n who was waiting for an explanation as to why touya had broken your favourite doll. the memory almost made him smile, but now he was in front of a y/n that despised him and his actions, your beautiful eyes lacked their usual light, you threw daggers at him and he felt them stab his already broken heart. "you know what," he lift his hands up as surrender and headed towards the door. "you should take a day off tomorrow and watch the news." he smiled at you before leaving your apartment.

you couldn’t believe it, the moment he closed the door, you fell on the ground. bawling your eyes out, your heart yelled at you for not hugging him, not telling him how much you missed him, how hard you prayed for this day to happen. but your brain praised you for doing the right thing. touya did died in that fire, dabi was what remains. and dabi wasn’t your friend.

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gayfortheplot · 10 months

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I'm so tired of Spinner being left out and excluded from the League. Put Spinner back in the League please. Make him Himiko's endearingly awkward big brother. Make him Magne's endearingly awkward little brother. Make him worry about Tomura whenever he gets sick and dedicate his time to taking care of him. Let him go to the gym with Jin. Let him argue with Dabi. Let him make video game references. Let him be the only one to understand the gaming references Tomura makes. Let him go skateboarding. Make him stay up late at night playing GTA. Make him a paranormal fanatic, despite him easily getting spooked. Include him in League game night, where he annoys everyone when they play Monopoly because he keeps begging for money just to spend it poorly. Let Jin teach him how to work on cars because Shuuichi's interested in mechanics. Let him playfully call Atsuhiro's magic tricks lame. Let him help Kurogiri wash the dishes after dinner. Make him a hopeless romantic. Make him a source of support for the League. Make the League comfort him whenever he's upset. Make him laugh so hard he cries at a shitty joke Dabi makes. Make him rope Dabi into playing video games with him whenever Tomura's not around even though Dabi sucks at them. Make him want to reconnect with his family, because despite all the shitty things they've said and done to him and them being complicit in the discrimination he faced, he still cares about them and wants them to have a good life. Make him not want to have a birthday party because the greatest gift to him is just being able to hang out with his friends. Make Spinner care so much about his friends. Give the man anxiety. Give the man insecurities. Give the man his friends back.

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cryoutloxd · 3 months

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A little Gift ,,

Giving a gift to Touya because it's his birthday :3 cw: mdni, Oral (m receiving), gn reader. reader is hinted to be a virgin. smoking. sub/dom dynamics? slight degradation: dabi calls reader a slut so yeah. nsfw under the cut!! lower case intended. sorry for typos, not proofread ;(

birthdays... it wasn't really something he believed in, or well.. wanted to be celebrated. at least for himself, he knows you like these little moments of happiness that some celebrations and holidays bring. but him personally? nah, before you he hardly memorized the dates.

but he's goddamn happy that you're here to celebrate his birthday with him.

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"oh fuck.. you knew how to do this stuff?" his voice is raspy, more than usual as he blows smoke into the air. his eyes are closed and his head's thrown back from the amount of pleasure your mouth is bringing him. your lips are wrapped around his cock so deliciously that he's starting to wonder if you practiced with that dildo he bought for you.

while you can only hum around his thickness, you bat your eyelashes, then closing your eyes and taking his cock in as deep as you could. "s-shiiittt..~ good doll, doing so good.. trained you well, huh?" he chuckles, wrapping his fingers around the roots of your hair, pulling on it to make you choke on his dick. the noises you're making is just sooo amusing to him, he never knew you were capable of such things. "look at you, choking on my dick like a little slut.. ahh fffu-uck..~ just like that."

seeing your face ruined with your own spit and tears makes him lose his mind, wanting nothing more than to bend you over in bed and take you until both your bodies were sore and pained.

his grip on your hair tightens, his thighs shaking slightly as his other hand covers your cheeks, taking your face in his hand like a fleshlight and fucking into your throat as if his life depends on it. he groans, a deep one at that as he throws his head back again, holding you still as his cum shoots down your throat without a warning. "oh fuck! take it.. take it all ahh fffuck..!"

he pants, yanking you back by your hair and staring at your fucked up face. he laughs, stroking your cheeks as a mixture of his cum and your spit dribbles down from the corner of your lips. "shit.. that was hot." he smiles as you congratulate him for his birthday one more time, pulling you up to kiss your forehead. "a happy birthday indeed... thanks doll"

"now, face down, ass up.. i wanna see what else you can do."

thanks for reading <3 likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated!

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babygirldabi · 5 months

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can I get Dabi and hawks threesome headcanons or a fic 🌚 Srry I’m horny

LMAOOOOOOO aren't we all

Anyways hope you like daddy kinks and stuff

CW: Daddy kink, threesome, multiple creampies, degradation, praise, female reader, use of alcohol, let me know if I've missed anything x

There is nothing in this world that Dabi wouldn’t do for you. Nothing.

So when he asks you what you want for your birthday, you do not hesitate to tell him the truth.

The silence is heavy, and at first you think he’s pissed, so you can’t look him in the eye. Why did I say that Why did I say that Why did I say that

“For real?” He asks, in a voice so soft you’re forced to look up. His pupils are dilated. You can’t help the laugh that escapes your mouth, he’s practically panting.

“Is that weird?”

“No,” he answers, almost too quickly, then seems to collect himself. “No,” he says more slowly. You nod.

“I know we’ve talked about it…”

And you have. Hypothetically. A while back.

He nods. “This is what you really want?” The low gravel of his voice, deeper, somehow, when he’s aroused, makes you shiver.

You nod, decisively. “This is what I want.”

And so, when he makes the call, he’s prepared to ask nicely.

“I’m thinking about having whiskey tonight.” Hawks always answers Dabi’s calls as though they’re mid-conversation.

Dabi takes a drag of his cigarette before answering, leaning against the brickwork of your apartment building, lazily surveying the street. “Yeah? What kind?”

“That’s why I’m glad you called.” On the other end of the line, Hawks considers the store shelf in front of him. “Macallan or WhistlePig?”

Dabi snorts. “I drink Jack Daniels, man. Fuck if I know.”

“WhistlePig it is.” Hawks seizes the bottle from the shelf and begins to stroll to the register. “Nice talking to you, man. See you around.”

“Hey- where the fuck are you goin’?” Dabi’s muted voice demands as Hawks pulls the phone from his ear. “Get the fuck back here.”

Hawks obliges. “What’s up?”

“I called you.”

“Ah, yeah. Okay. Why?”

Dabi rubs one temple with his free hand, eyes closed. “You’re a fuckin idiot.”

“I was on patrol late last night,” Hawks complains. “Spit it out.”

So Dabi does.

Hawks stops dead in his tracks, nearly dropping his bottle on the tile floor. “Excuse me?”

“For her birthday. That’s what she wants.”

Silence.

“Pick your jaw up offa the floor, bird brain.”

Hawks closes his mouth sheepishly. “Now how the fuck did you know-”

“Because I know you. So what do you think.”

“You-she- I-she…WHAT?”

“I’m not the one making the request. I’m the messenger.” Dabi smirks. “And participant.”

“Is this a joke?”

“How I wish it were,” Dabi sighs wistfully, enjoying this shocked, stuttering version of the winged Hero so much he can’t help but prolong it. “But this is what she wants.”

In reality, for all the shit he gives Hawks, Dabi trusts him implicitly. Not that he’d ever admit that. Which is why such a request had to go directly to Hawks. Dabi doesn’t necessarily like to share, but if he must, Hawks is his go-to.

Hawks pretends to hesitate long after he’s mentally agreed. “Shit, yeah, okay. As long as you don’t get jealous and burn my wings off or anything.”

Dabi laughs wryly. “I’m not makin’ any promises.”

One week later, your birthday has come and very nearly gone, it being 9 pm on the holy day itself. You’ve been brunched, presented with gifts, had cake (ice cream, your favorite), and drank more wine than Dabi secretly thinks is safe for you, but who is he to regulate the birthday girl. Now, everyone has gone home, the apartment has been tidied, and you are in the shower, washing the festivity out of your hair. It’s been a good day. So good, in fact, that you’ve mostly forgotten the request you made to Dabi a few weeks ago. This morning he had presented you with a beautiful necklace, silver with a blue crystal (Lapis Lazuli, if you remember correctly) carved into a flame. It twinkles at the base of your throat now, in the low light. You hum absentmindedly as you rinse conditioner from your hair, exhausted and perfectly content.

A low knock sounds at the bathroom door. “Come in,” you sing, shutting off the water and wringing your hair out. Dabi steps in.

“So. Good day?”

“Good day,” you confirm, stepping out of the shower and allowing him to wrap you in a towel. “Great day. Thank you for making it so great.”

He smiles at you, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “Got one more gift for ya.”

Your head jerks up in surprise. “You do?”

He nods, smug as ever. “C’mon.” Taking your hand, he leads you out of the bathroom, through your bedroom, and into the living room.

“Keigo?”

“Hey, darlin’.” The winged Hero is seated on the couch, but stands and swaggers over to you as Dabi leads you into the room. “Happy birthday.”

“Thanks, but what are you doing he-”

And then it hits you.

“Oh.” You turn to stare at Dabi, who’s watching you carefully, making sure you’re okay with this. “OH.”

Dabi shrugs. “Far be it from me to deny the birthday girl.”

A smile spreads across your face, slowly, then all at once. “Really?”

“Really.”

“Really,” Hawks echoes, reaching for your hand. “Why don’t we sit down, talk about the rules.”

You let Hawks lead you to the couch and sit down beside him, Dabi not far behind.

“Alright.” For just a second, Hawks assumes his Serious Hero Face. “Let’s talk limits and boundaries.”

“Uh…” it’s hard to collect your thoughts. Flustered, you press your hands to your burning cheeks and try to focus. “Uhm….no wax play, no piss, no fisting.” You peek at Dabi to make sure you’re not missing anything, and he nods in silent confirmation. You can’t believe this is happening. “ Degradation is okay, and-" Your face is bright red by now, you can feel it. "I kinda....have a Daddy kink?" Hawks nods seriously. “Praise?”

“Praise is good,” you nearly squeak. Dabi hides a smile.

“Safe word?”

Oh, god. You have to say it out loud.

“Bonfire,” you whisper, mortified. Hawks raises his eyes to Dabi in disbelief. Dabi nods infinitesimally.

“That’s….That’s good. Okay. Yeah. That’s good.” Hawks is trying like hell to hold in his laughter. You can’t raise your eyes from the floor.

Dabi rises. “I’m gonna go get some wine. Help us relax.” He disappears into the kitchen, leaving you and Hawks to your own devices.

Hawks smiles at you. “Are you good? Are you sure you wanna do this?”

“I’m good,” you half whisper. “I’m, uh…I get a little…shy…”

“That’s okay. We’ll take good care of you.” The Winged Hero stands and stretches, flaunting his toned stomach under his black tank top, riding high above his joggers. “What helps you relax?”

“Crack the windows,” Dabi calls from the kitchen, over the sounds of glasses clinking as they’re set on the counter. “She likes the sound of the rain. And light some of those candles.”

As you watch, Hawks flits easily around the room, lighting some of the candles you’ve scattered around the space, with scents like Banana Nut Bread and Bourbon Barrel Cake. As the warm, sweet smells begin to drift around the room, he cracks a couple windows on the far wall, and sure enough, the sounds of the rainstorm fill the room. You feel yourself begin to relax, leaning deeper into the plush folds of the couch.

“Yeah, I can see it on your face.” Hawks smiles gently at you as he rejoins you on the couch. “Starting to feel better?”

“Yeah. I’ve never… uh, done this.”

“Really? Never?”

You shake your head. “I don’t know many…people. And none of my exes ever would've...Well, they weren't as trusting in me as Dabi is."

“Well, I’m honored to be the first.” Hawks puts an arm around you. “C’mon.” Obediently, you lean back against him, just as Dabi breezes back into the room, balancing three wine glasses and a bottle.

“Told ya.” He addresses Hawks. “I know what helps.” Handing out the glasses, he sinks down on your other side, sliding a hand down your thigh. “Drink up, birthday girl.”

And so, you do.

As you drink- careful to not drink enough to get really drunk, just enough to feel it and relax- you just talk. Except words are accompanied by soft touches; a squeeze of the thigh, a light brushing of fingers against your bare shoulder. It occurs to you that you’re still just wrapped in your towel, and though you’re nearly embarrassed you also acknowledge that really, it’ll just save time.

In minutes, you’ve melted like butter between the two men. The towel is looser now; most of your thighs are exposed, your wet hair has been twisted into a bun to allow more access to your neck, which Hawks is currently buried in. You sigh, contentedly, as Dabi loosens the towel and gently pulls it away, kneeling on the carpeted floor to kiss his way up your thighs.

“How are you feeling, baby?” he rasps, pushing your thighs apart. “You wanna keep goin’?”

You nod, and Hawks cups your cheek, brushing his thumb across your lips.

“Answer him out loud, sweetheart. We need to hear it.”

“Yes,” you bleat, as Hawks trails a hand down to your chest and tweaks at a nipple. “Yes, I want to keep going.”

“Such a good girl,” Hawks hums, reaching for your other breast to tweak it as well. “She’s such a good girl, Dabi.”

“Yeah, I know.” Dabi smirks, then delves between your thighs, unleashing his tongue on your clit.

“Oh, fuck,” you moan, twisting in Hawks’ grasp. “Oh, fuck-”

“Loud, too,” Hawks remarks, amused. “Gimme a kiss, sweetheart.”

You obey, practically throwing yourself against his plush lips, whimpering as he sweeps a tongue against yours, forcing your mouth open. His hand grasps yours, leading it to the tent in his joggers. Without breaking the kiss, he carefully sits up far enough to pull his pants down, freeing his erection. “Touch me, baby,” he orders hoarsely, and sighs as your hand wraps around him and begins to pump. As you jerk him off, he pulls and pinches at your nipples, eliciting small whimpers from you. Dabi watches all of this from below, his tongue circling your clit as he jerks himself off.

This is so much. It’s nearly too much, and before you know it, the familiar tightening in your stomach is threatening to snap.

“Oh god,” you pant, breaking free from Hawks’ mouth as you look down at Dabi. “baby- baby i’m g-gonna cum-!”

“Give it to me, baby,” Dabi urges, and Hawks groans against your neck.

“Let us see you, sweetheart. Be a good girl.”

That does it.

Wailing, you writhe against Dabi’s mouth as everything in you breaks. Dabi holds on to your thighs, continuing his onslaught against your clit, while Hawks strokes your hair and praises you.

“So good, baby, so pretty,” he coos, as your breath stutters and then slows. “Just a good little slut, hmmm?”

“Yeah,” you sigh, reaching for him and winding your arms around his neck. Hawks chuckles and pulls you into his lap, his erection pressed against your stomach. “C’mon, good girl,” he whispers. “Sit on my dick.”

You oblige, rising yourself up and settling back down as he pushes inside you, little by little, working your way down.

“‘S big,” you slur, only opening your eyes to locate Dabi, who has relocated to behind the couch, pumping himself as he watches you lower yourself onto another man’s dick. His pupils are dilated, his face awed.

“Wanna suck your dick,” you gasp as Hawks bottoms out in you and begins to guide your hips back and forth against him.

Dabi lets out a chuckle. “Nobody’s stopping you, baby.”

Carefully, grinding back and forth on Hawks, you lean forward enough so that you can wrap your lips around the tip of Dabi’s pierced dick. He rewards you with a harsh grunt, then begins to gently fuck your mouth.

The sounds of panting and skin slapping against skin fills the room; it occurs to you, vaguely, that you are nothing but a toy, a bunch of available, fuckable holes in this moment, and for some reason, that spurns you on further. Dabi lets you take him deep into your throat, muttering appreciation at your enthusiasm. Below you, Hawks takes your hips and roughly begins to lift you up and drop you back down against him, distracting you.

“Oh, oh my god,” you choke, pulling yourself off of Dabi and pumping him instead as Hawks fucks you.

“Yeah? You like it, baby?” Hawks pants, tilting his head back to see yours.

“So-so fucking good,” is all you can make out, the way he’s dropping you back down on him is making you see stars, you can barely breathe. Dabi grins widely down at you, taking in the way your breasts bounce, your fucked-out expression.

“Who’s my good little whore?” he croons, leaning down to stroke your face as his best friend fucks the intelligence out of you. “Who’s my dumb little baby?”

“I am, I am, Daddy,” you cry out, the familiar tightening in your tummy threatening to snap. “I’m your good little whore-”

“You gonna cum, baby?”

Your answering “yes” is echoed by Hawks, who has abandoned the premise of making you ride him and instead has begun thrusting up into you as hard as he can at this angle. Dabi watches in awe and faint amusement as you both implode, you, shaking and crying out, reaching for Dabi as you break, and Hawks whimpering into your neck, panting as he cums inside you.

Dabi stands to the side of the couch, heating his palms and rubbing soothing circles into your back as you and Hawks both come down from your high.

“So good,” Dabi croons. “So good, baby. You already made Hawks cum, that pussy is so good.”

Hawks doesn’t look remotely abashed as he lifts his head from your neck, peppering your cheek with little kisses. “I want to die in this pussy, baby.”

You laugh, still shaking a little from the aftermath of your second orgasm, then reach for Dabi once more. This time he obliges, lifting you up off of Hawks effortlessly and holding you to him, your legs wrapped against his waist. “Why don’t we give Hawks a little show, baby?”

You know exactly what he means, and you’re nodding before he finishes his sentence. Dabi briefly cups your face and kisses you, once, chastely, on the lips. “Gonna fuck his cum right outta you, sweetheart,” he promises, and then easily lowers you onto him, still standing beside the couch.

Easily, almost nonchalantly, Dabi begins fucking you, holding you against him and pushing up into you. You tuck your head into his shoulder, panting as he holds to his word. You can feel yourself leaking, dripping with Hawks’ cum as Dabi’s dick fills you to the brim. Hawks jerks off, his erection restored as he stares, almost in awe, at the poetry of Dabi fucking you.

This, to be honest, is your favorite way for Dabi to fuck you. To feel like a rag doll as he easily lifts and lowers you against his cock, the spot he hits at this angle, the way it completely makes you lose control. You stop thinking somewhere around thirty seconds in and let yourself become his personal toy, devoid of thought. You are nothing but nerve endings and pliable holes for this man in these moments and you are more than happy to fulfill that role for him.

You don’t know how long its been or what you’ve said- you are vaguely away that you’re babbling as he fucks you, saying god knows what as you cling to his shoulders, letting him use you, when you feel it again.

“D-Daddy,” your voice wobbles. “I’m- i’m gonna-”

“You gonna cum again, baby?” Even his voice affects you- you clench down on him involuntarily, and he groans. “Fuck, sweetheart-”

“I’m-I think i’m gonna squirt,” you gasp, and Hawks breathes in sharply behind you. “Oh god, daddy don’t stop, dont stop dont stop-”

“Come on, baby. Make a mess.” And you do.

Dabi pulls you off of him just in time; you squirt against his abdomen, rubbing furiously at yourself to prolong it, completely aware that the way you’re moving could cause you to fall, and not even remotely caring. When it’s over, you more or less collapse, curling into his chest as he carries you to the couch. Hawks helps him lay you down against the cushions, your head in Dabi’s lap while Hawks gently stretches your legs out against his lap. Dabi’s warm fingers sift through your hair.

“You’ve done such a good job, baby.” Dabi’s fingers move from your hair to your cheek, and you nuzzle into his palm.

“So good,” Hawks agrees, stroking your ankles. “You’re so pretty, baby.”

“Think you can do just a little more for us?”

You’re spent, exhausted, but you nod, anyway. Dabi chuckles. “That’s my good girl. Sit up for me, baby.”

You obey, and Dabi gently helps you onto all fours, facing you on hands and knees to Hawks, who is still languidly stroking himself.

“Think you can suck his dick while I fuck your pretty pussy, sweetheart?”

Anything, anything, anything for you.

Hawks straightens himself out on the couch, so that you’re able to lean down to run your tongue over his tip without any trouble. As you take him deeper into your mouth, Dabi begins to sink into you, little thrusts that pull him deeper and deeper into your greedy pussy, swallowing him whole.

“You’re so good, baby,” Hawks groans, as you take him into the back of your throat. “So obedient, so pretty, so wet…”

“She’s- she’s a good girl,” Dabi pants, his thrusts quicker now, more urgent. “Aren’t you, honey? Tell us you’re a good girl.”

You lift your head briefly. “I’m a good girl,” you mumble, blushing- how you can blush over words after being in such compromising position escapes you, but here you are, anyway.

Both men groan.

“Yeah,” Dabi sighs, then seizes your hips and begins to fuck you in earnest. You cry out, and Hawks begins to stroke himself, holding eye contact with you as Dabi pounds into you from behind.

“Tell me you love it,” Hawks orders, suddenly brusque.

“I-i love it,” you pant, eyes practically crossing as Dabi’s thrusts turn to an unforgiving pounding. “It’s so good, it’s so hard, i love it i love it i love it-”

“Say thank you,” Dabi pants. “Thank us for fucking you so good.”

“Thank you, thank you Hawks, thank you, Daddy, thank you, I want this all the time, I want you both, I wan- I wan cum, I-” before you know what’s happening, your orgasm hits you like a train; crying out, you push back against Dabi, your entire body shaking.

“Oh, shit- f-f-fuck- FUCK,” Dabi moans, loudly, and you feel him pumping his cum into you. Your shared orgasm triggers Hawks, who shoots his load onto your face, panting and murmuring praise.

All three of you slump against the couch, and against each other, a tangle of limbs. Finally, Dabi pulls you upright and back against his chest. Hawks goes to the kitchen and comes back with a rag, wiping your face clean before delivering a soft kiss to your forehead.

“So,” Dabi chuckles, “Good birthday?”

“Good birthday,” you agree.

Great birthday.

#dabi smut #dabi #mha smut #hotwings #dabihawks #dabixhawksxreader #hawks smut #hawks x reader

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tenderheartedtheodore · 1 year

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random bnha headcanons because theres worms in my brain. (more under the cut)

- Kaminari, Midoriya, Kirishima, Sero and Hagakure have ADHD

- Kirishima is a gay transman (started transitioning in middle school)

- Midnight is a wlw transwoman

- Shirakumo was pansexual and used he/they pronouns

- Kaminari has lightning scars and does his best to hide them (they're mostly in his back, chest and arms)

- Bakugou genuinely has anger issues and is in the process of getting diagnosed

- Ojiro, Yaoyorozu and Hagakure have body dysmorphia

- Jirou, Bakugou and Present Mic are all either HoH or fully deaf (i.e.: Present Mic has hearing aids and Bakugou needs them as well)

- Uraraka has an anxiety disorder (GAD, likely)

- Iida has restless leg syndrome

- Kaminari gets seizures when he overuses his quirk

- Shinsou, Uraraka, Jirou and Kaminari deal with migraines often

- Shoji and Midoriya have chronic pains

- Mineta got fucking expelled.

- he got his ass beat by like half of the class for the shit he was doing to the girls and some crap he said to Kirishima (who's openly trans)

- Asui, Iida, Midoriya, Bakugou, Todoroki, Shinsou and Yaoyorozu are autistic

- Aoyama is gay and under the nonbinary umbrella

- Bakugou and Midoriya are also transmasc

- Midoriya's first binder was a birthday gift from the Bakugous (Bakugou half-jokingly wanted to make matching All Might binders for them)

- Tokoyami, Bakugou, Jirou, Todoroki and Shinsou often hang out together (either going to Hot Topic or just listening to music)

- the band/Jirousquad play whenever they have free time

- Satou stress bakes (Aizawa has walked in on him baking cakes at 2am several times)

- "... hey Mr Aizawa. Red velvet?" *deep sigh*

- most of the class has nightmares often and it's not new when they're awoken by or run into each other in the middle of the night

- Tokoyami having a nightmare, waking up with a scared Dark Shadow and then deciding to watch TV in the common room VS Asui curled up with a couple blankets on the couch because she also had a nightmare

- Jirou being hyperaware of her classmates' shallow breaths and shakes, feeling bad for not knowing what to do

- Bakugou wakes up the entire dorm by accident because he caused an explosion while waking up from a nightmare

- Koji uses sign language most the time and is semi verbal (autism and anxiety)

- Mirko is a lesbian

- Mr Compress is mlm

- Shinsou goes to sleep at 5am while Midoriya wakes up at 5am

- Shinsou, Kaminari, Tokoyami, Uraraka and Yaoyorozu are insomniacs

- Magne was like a big sister to Dabi (and he misses her. it was nice to know what it would've felt like to be the little sibling.)

- Bakugou is (stubbornly) teaching himself sign language

- Midoriya, Present Mic, Aizawa also know sign language (the Bakusquad are getting lessons from Midoriya)

- Monoma is on the aromantic spectrum

- Midoriya uses wrist braces and needs a cane (All Might and Recovery Girl are trying to get him to)

- Bakugou also needs wrist braces but refuses to get them

- Iida, Todoroki, Yaoyorozu and Bakugou are "Rich Kids With Family Issues" solidarity

- Natsuo used to the dye bits of red in his hair, but as he grew older, the red stopped growing

- it reminded him of Touya and he couldn't look in the mirror for the longest time

- Sero dislocates his shoulders often

- class 1a are banned from playing dodgeball (Recovery Girl had a really busy day the one time they played it)

- Todoroki and Yaoyorozu are gay-lesbian solidarity

- Kirishima, Uraraka, Tetsutetsu and Bakugou are gym buddies

- Midoriya learned English because of All Might

- Bakugou, Jirou, Kaminari and Shinsou are also fluent in English

- Midnight talked to Ashido, Yaoyorozu and Hagakure about their hero costumes and if they were truly comfortable wearing them; they ended up getting they fixed

- Shinsou sometimes uses his quirk to brainwash his classmates into doing self care

- "What're you doing, Sero?" "Oh, not much, just-" "Go drink water."

- Monoma, Midoriya, Kirishima, Denki and Bakugou have imposter syndrome

- if Yaoyorozu is caught off guard, she creates tiny figurines by accident

- Aizawa has had to catch Uraraka with his capture weapon a few times due to her sleep floating

- Shiozaki has extreme religious guilt

- Present Mic does his hair up while in his hero costume out of spite because high school kids used to make fun of Aizawa's hair when he used his quirk

- Kendo is bisexual

- she/they Fuyumi. you agree. reblog

- class 1a has sleepovers sometimes; blanket forts, movies, snacks, everything!

- (Aizawa knows and allows it every time. they deserve and need to be kids)

- sometimes they invite class 1b as well

- Monoma, Shinsou and Midoriya get along well to everyone's surprise

- Kirishima once ran into Dabi while buying hairdye but it was his day off and it looked like it was Dabi's day off too so he just pretended he never saw him grab a box of jetblack hairdye, shove it in his hoodie pocket and leave

- for the sake of his own sanity

- Hagakure can 'turn her quirk off' but only does so when she feels completely safe and comfortable, or when she's totally worn out

- when she did it for the first time around the rest od the class everyone was shocked

- "... is something wr-" "YOU'RE SO PRETTY???,?"

- Ashido, Uraraka and Kaminari hold Shoji's hands while crossing the street (mostly for fun, but he doesn't mind)

- Kaminari absent mindedly braided the hair on Ojiro's tail one day and he just let him

- Koji's bunny is an emotional support animal named Cotton

- Shigaraki decays door handles on purpose just to mess with the rest of the LOV

- he gets bored, okay?

- Aizawa teaches Eri sign language as a surprise for Mic (as well just so Eri has a way to communicate when she doesn't feel comfortable talking)

- Uraraka makes a casual comment about not having enough money to buy something for herself or her parents and Iida, Todoroki, Yaoyorozu and Bakugou hand her their credit cards like its nothing

- she is startled by that Every Time without fail

- Twice and Toga paint each other's nails

- Mr Compress lets Twice borrow his masks sometimes

- Himiko is a vegetarian, funnily enough

- Mt. Lady has chronic pains and stretch marks

- Bakugou has scars and burns from his own explosions (he wasn't born with perfect control over his quirk, and sometimes he takes his anger out on himself)

- Fuyumi and Natsuo's quirks are extremely powerful ice quirks, but Endeavor never bothered to train them and never let Rei teach them how to control their quirks

- while Fuyumi has Frost, Natsuo's quirk is called Subzero; he can lower his body temperature dangerously low and when he does so, whatever he touches freezes

- if he's emotional or focused enough, he can create icicles and wield them

- Todoroki considered dying his hair several times (black was on top of the list but after Dabi revealed he was Touya, he decided against it)

- the LOV took turns helping Dabi dye his hair

- Kurogiri helped Dabi with his staples (the only other person willing to do that was Himiko but everyone agreed it was a bad ideia)

- Spinner sticks around Dabi during winter because he's a human heater

- no one in the LOV liked Overhaul

- like, killing Magne was bad enough. but straight up child abuse? come on

- they know what it's like to be a kid and to be scared and hurt and they don't want that

- Himiko has nervous tics

- Hatsume is autistic and will infodump about her babies to anyone that will listen

- she and Midoriya infodump to each other

- sometimes, Kurogiri's gaze lingers on the morning sky. he finds clouds strangely amusing for some reason

- Aizawa and Present Mic have been together since they were 17 and have been married for nearly six years (they wear their rings on necklaces underneath their clothes)

- they officially adopted Eri first, then Shinsou

- (It's Free Real State Children)

- "I'm having another kid." "That's great, sensei-" "it's you. Mic and I have the papers already."

- Bakugou, Iida and Yaoyorozu tutor the class before tests

- Kaminari has dyscalculia and dyslexia

- Satou always has snacks on him (especially ones the made himself)

- he keeps an eye on Yaoyorozu and makes sure to give her something if he notices she's looking particularly pale

- most if not the whole class 1a has PTSD (this doesn't shock anyone. Aizawa is desperately trying to get them to talk to Hound Dog sometime)

- Aizawa needs reading glasses and refuses to wear them

- Aizawa and Present Mic & Midnight share custody of Sushi unironically (the cat Shirakumo rescued)

- Aizawa and Mic own other cats (Mochi and Tessie) (it's short for Tshirt, Mic thought it was funny)

- Iida and Yaoyorozu were at Aizawa and Mic's wedding due to their family status, everyone else was clueless to their marriage

- no one was aware they adopted Eri and Shinsou though

- like yeah Aizawa-sensei's taking care of Eri, BUT ADOPTION??

- "oh, Shinsou's in our class- HITOSHI AIZAWA-YAMADA?"

- Aizawa may have only two (2) legal children but by god does he love his other nineteen little bastards.

- Iida made a groupchat for class 1a for "school purposes" but it quickly descended into madness and he gave up

- the gc is now named something incoherent and incomprehensible and there's like seven other chats for different purposes (such as "dekusquad", "bakusquad", "the band" and "is this fucked up or are all parents like this?")

- Iida and Yaoyorozu keep note of everyone's allergies

- so does Aizawa

- Yaoyorozu has a bad relationship with food and often has trouble using her quirk due to it

- Tetsutetsu is a stealth transman (only Kirishima is vaguely aware)

- Kuroiro was extremely afraid of the dark as a child

- Ashido gets acid burns often (they're not too bad and mostly in her hands, but if it's a particularly bad day, she gets burns in her face)

- Kirishima has trouble walking/moving in general when he overuses his quirk

- Present Mic is mlm

- Aizawa is a gay transman

- Jirou and Kaminari are both bisexual

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ghostbeam · 3 months

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all my blood for the sweetness of her laughter | dabi/touya todoroki

You go to the store for the ingredients you need to cook for him tonight. You pick up the small cake you ordered from the bakery down the street. You wrap the vintage leather jacket you found for him at a thrift store despite his insistence upon no gifts. Everything is going according to plan, for the most part.

That is until you hear his name from the mouth of the news anchor on your television as she describes the events of a villain attack somewhere in the city. From where you stand at the stove, you freeze, listening to the report. You’re too afraid to turn and look at the screen, knowing that if you see him, you’ll break.

notes: hiiiiii so this is a repost from last year because I unfortunately did not have time to finish dabi’s birthday fic and then I remembered I deleted this one from tumblr bc I suddenly hated it ajshsjhdjd but anyways I edited it a bit but it’s also on ao3 (unedited but I’ll do that later) soooo yeah happy birthday to my greatest love or whatever (gross)

warnings: minors dni, no smut but implied sex, f!reader, blood and injury, angst, hurt/comfort, dabi picks reader up

words: 2.7k

Dabi returns home to you on a Thursday afternoon. He carries a beat-up overnight bag not filled with much since most of his wardrobe now lives in your closet, his toothbrush sits next to your sink, and his stash of fancy chocolates lies inside one of the drawers in your kitchen.

He drops the bag at his feet as he steps through the door, the key you made for him hanging around his pointer finger as he slams it shut with one foot, opening his arms for you to greet him with a hug.

His arms wrap around you tightly, walking you backward as he buries his face in your neck. He’s been gone for a little longer than a week, off on a mission for the league in a few cities over, a mission that you are completely unaware of. As far as you know, Dabi was visiting his family.

“Missed you.” You murmur against his neck. Dabi lets out a deep breath, preparing to pull away to look at your face. He cups your cheeks in his hands and grins.

“Really?” He questions. You reach your hands up to rest over his wrists.

“Mhm,” you nod, “did you miss me?”

“What do you think?” He rolls his eyes, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. When he pulls away, he drops one hand to your waist and pinches your cheek with the other. You swat his hand away, glaring at him, but it only makes him smile.

“I think maybe you did.” You shrug in his arms, “You know, judging from all of the random pictures of cats you saw on the street, and the constant messages asking what I was doing, and all the times you asked for pictures—”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever.” He shushes you again with another kiss to your lips, deeper and hungrier than before. You’re breathless when he pulls away.

“You totally missed me.” You tease, pulling away from him and walking past him to the door. He sends a slap to your ass that makes you jump as you walk by, shoving him away so that you can pick up the bag he abandoned when he arrived.

“Doesn’t look like there’s much in here.” You comment, judging by the weight.

Dabi hadn’t packed much for the mission, just enough to get by in the shitty hideout that Shigaraki had set up for him. But you aren’t meant to know about that, so Dabi lies.

“I dropped some stuff at my place.” He shrugs as you look inside. You pull out a cheap box of black hair dye, looking up at him.

“Your roots are showing?” You question, and he nods.

“You cover them up the best.”

“Oh, yeah? How can you know that? Are there other people dying your roots for you?” You cross your arms over your chest. Dabi wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you in.

“Maybe.” He smirks. You let your jaw fall open, pushing on his chest. But Dabi keeps a tight grip on you.

“Then they can dye it!” You resist, but Dabi pushes your arms down at your sides, trapping you there. He shakes his head, placing kisses across your face as you try to stifle the giggles that threaten to bubble from your throat.

“C’mon,” He rasps, resting his forehead against yours, “you know there’s only you. I don’t think I could find anyone else to put up with me.”

“I’m not putting up with anything.” You say, softly. Dabi pulls away to look at you. “‘Course, I’ll help you with your roots.”

The process is easy enough, one you’ve gone through many many times with him, something Dabi considers important to him. It’s that mix of being taken care of and trusting someone enough to allow it. Dabi couldn’t remember what that felt like—until you.

In the beginning, Dabi resisted you. He hated that wanting feeling and tried to ignore the burning in his chest when he looked at you. You came along and threw his priorities all out of whack, and Dabi was furious with himself for even considering you.

But at some point, the want became need, and there was no longer any doubt about keeping you in his life. Even if it meant hiding things from you. He never planned on not telling you about his villainous activities. He thought about getting it out of the way for a long time. He would tell you and maybe you would scream or cry or call the heroes. Or you’d tell him you hated him, and that had always seemed much worse than being locked up. So want was need, and Dabi was not Dabi he was just yours, and you were something he couldn’t stand to lose.

“Are you sure you’re not secretly way older than you look?” You question him, washing his hair over your tub after letting the dye sit in his white roots. Black swirls around your drain as he chuckles.

“I’m pretty sure.” He says, before pausing to look up at you “Unless…do you maybe have a thing for older guys?”

“Shut up.” You roll your eyes, shoving his head back under the running water.

“I mean, I am getting up there. I’ll be twenty-five soon. Does that turn you on?” He teases.

“You are the worst. Wash your own hair.” You groan. You watch him run his fingers through his hair to get the rest of the dye out, thinking about his words again. “How soon?”

“Huh?” He asks, turning off the water and taking the towel that hung over the tub. You watch him scrub his hair with his brows furrowed.

“How soon will you be twenty-five?” A smile stretches across his face, and he wraps the damp towel around his neck to free his hands. He reaches for you, pulling you towards his chest.

“God, you totally can’t wait ‘till I'm old and gray, can you?” You roll your eyes at him, pushing at him lightly.

“I’m asking about your birthday.” You stare at him. Dabi looks away from you for a moment, letting out a sigh.

“Yeah, cause you’re counting the days.” He smirks. You hook your hands around the towel around his neck and pull him down to your level.

“Dabi.” You warn, touching your forehead to his.

“You know, you really can’t get this close to me and expect me not to kiss you.” He speaks, bumping his nose against yours. Your eyes flicker to his lips, and you slowly begin to lean in. Dabi leans forward, pressing his lips to yours, but you don’t let him linger for long. He follows after you, eyes still closed, satisfied with moving to your jaw once you’ve pulled away.

“When is your birthday?” You ask him, a little breathless. He places a soft bite at the side of your neck that makes you shudder before speaking.

“It’s Wednesday.” He speaks against your neck. You freeze, moving your hands up to his head to pull him from your neck.

“This Wednesday? As in a few days from now?” You ask, your hands still in his wet hair.

“I don’t want to make a big deal of it.” He tells you. Dabi doesn’t remember the last time he celebrated a birthday. He most likely would have missed it if you hadn’t brought it up.

For Dabi, birthdays are a reminder of time working against him, of the clock ticking on all of his plans, everything he’s working towards. He’s also reminded of how those plans seem so small now, compared to waking up with you in his arms every morning.

“We don’t have to make a big deal of it.” You tell him. You move your hands from his head down to rest on his chest. “Can I just…make you dinner or something? Or I can order from that one place you like?”

“Just dinner?” He questions.

“Well…” You trail off. Dabi squeezes your hips, making you yelp and you jolt in his arms. He smiles at the reaction, “Dinner and one gift?”

“No gifts.” He shakes his head, bringing his hand to the back of your head. You look up at him.

“What if it’s the greatest gift ever?” You ask. He smiles softly and shakes his head, leaning down to kiss you.

You let him deepen the kiss, though you know it’s a way to distract you, pressing you into the bathroom counter as he traces your lips with his tongue. Your hands tangle in his newly dyed hair, arching into him as he moves his lips against yours. He lifts you onto the counter, pulling away from your lips to place kisses against your neck.

“C’mon,” You try, your breath catching in your throat, “just one.”

He bites down on your shoulder hard, earning a soft moan from your throat. He kisses over the mark, leaving more kisses down your chest, “No gifts.”

He runs his hands up your thighs as he lowers himself to the ground. He draws circles on the inside of your thighs, looking up at you. “Yeah?”

“No gifts.” You say, running a hand through his hair. He grins at you, kissing your thighs. “Just come at six okay?”

“I’ll be here.” He promises, biting your skin and making you shiver. “Now shut up. I missed you.”

….

Wednesday arrives quickly. You send a happy birthday text to Dabi paired with a scandalous photo of the blue underwear you’re wearing underneath one of his shirts, and he answers immediately. You remind him of what time he’s supposed to come by before leaving your phone behind on your bed to get ready for the day.

The League of Villains, the anchor calls them, a name you find vaguely familiar. You don’t pay much attention to the news at all, but you can recall hearing of the group in passing. You don’t expect to hear your boyfriend's name in relation to them. You, at the very least, have half a mind to turn the stove off before you sink to the floor, bringing your knees to your chest. A villain. Dabi is a villain. For some reason, it doesn’t scare you as much as it should. More than anything, you’re upset about being lied to.

You know that the smart thing to do is call someone, the police, a hero, get someplace safe. You don’t want to do any of that though. You want to stare at the cabinets in front of you, and you want Dabi to come home.

You can’t think of anything but him, not the damage he’s done or the people he’s done it to, just him and the promise of his presence at your door at six o’clock. You can figure out the rest later.

He isn’t there at six, though, or seven or eight or any hour after that. You sit on the floor with the buzzing of voices on your television for hours before you pick yourself up. You pack up dinner numbly, placing things into tupperware that you put in the fridge without thinking. You turn the TV off, and you don’t change out of the dress you wore tonight specifically for him, and you don’t wash your face either. You just pull back the covers to your bed and clutch Dabi’s pillow tight. You don’t fall asleep.

Dabi comes home at around two a.m. He stumbles through your front door and leaves his key in the lock, slumping against the counter. He hears you come out of the bedroom, stopping at the end of the hallway and staring at him. He looks up at you for a moment but averts his gaze in shame. He’s a mess, staples missing and bleeding from his seams. His skin is raw and irritated against his clothes, and he’s sure some of his ribs are bruised.

And you, you look gorgeous, in that dress that Dabi’s always liked on you, your mascara lightly smeared underneath your eyes. Have you been crying? He can’t tell. He hopes you weren’t, not for him.

You walk toward him slowly, a little cautious, caught in between yelling at him or holding him. You can yell later, you think. Right now, you just want to stop the bleeding from his face and ice whatever injury he’s clutching at his side.

Approaching him, you bring your hands to rest at the side of his neck, urging him to look at you. He won’t. You sigh and push yourself closer to him. He doesn't move away. He nuzzles his cheek against yours, blood smearing across your skin, and you bring a hand down to his.

Silently, you pull away, tugging lightly on his hand for him to follow you. He stumbles for a moment before catching himself, walking behind you into the bathroom. He sits on the edge of the tub and thinks about when you dyed his hair for him, how long ago that feels now, how you might never do it again after tonight.

He watches you pull a first aid kit out from beneath your sink, rummaging through the supplies and setting them on the counter. You wash your hands and dampen a cloth, before leaning down to gently clean up the blood on his face. You do it all in silence, gently pulling away any staples that are near falling out, careful not to hurt him more than he already is. You remove his jacket from his shoulders and pull his shirt over his head, examining the rest of the seams in his skin. The ghost of a bruise is forming on his ribs, and you stand up to find something to ice it. Touya grabs your wrist before you can leave, his grip limp, tired. You could pull away easily if you wanted.

“Why are you doing this?” He rasps. You pause, turning around to look at him.

“You’re hurt.” You tell him.

“I’m late.” He says. “And I’m–”

“I don’t care.” You don’t care about what you saw on TV, or how late he was. You don’t even really care about the lying anymore, not when he’s bleeding on your bathtub.

Dabi stands with a groan, and you reach toward him to steady him. He takes the cloth from you and rests a hand on the back of your neck. He gently wipes your cheek in the place where his blood is smeared. You close your eyes, feeling the tension in your shoulders leave your body.

“Things are never going to be how they are now ever again, you know.” He speaks, setting the towel down on the counter. He caresses your cheek with his thumb. “You’ll know everything because I’m not going to hide it from you anymore, all of the gory details, everything I’ve done, everything I’m going to do.”

“Dabi.” You try to speak, but he doesn't let you. His other hand comes up to cup your cheek, keeping you focused on him.

“I’m not a good man, and I don’t deserve you. And if I was better, I would let you walk out of here. But I’m not. I’ve always been weak, and I’m not losing you.” He’s desperate, so afraid that you’ll walk away, leave him, tell him he’s too much. “So you have to tell me now if you don’t want this.”

“I want it.” You speak, almost frantically. “Maybe something is wrong with me, but the only thing that mattered to me tonight was that you’d come home.”

“I am home.” He speaks, pulling you tight against his chest. He winces at the pressure on his ribs, but when you try to pull away, he only squeezes tighter. “I’m home.”

You wrap your arms around him, “Sorry your birthday sucked so bad.”

“We’ll try again next year.”

#dabi x reader #dabi x female reader #touya todoroki x reader #bnha x reader #bnha angst #ghost.writes #ghost.fic

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Idk if you’ve watched ladybird but there’s this secnce where lady brid says to her mom that “I wished you liked me” and the mom replies “ ofc I love you” “but you don’t like me” and I can imange this with big brother Dabi and sister reader

Y/n “I wished you liked me dabi”

Dabi “ ofc I love you”

Y/n “ you love me but you don’t like me”

Yes yes yes. I can just see it.

Like imagine that perhaps reader went out of the house at night without telling anyone, all because she wanted to go and surprise her big bro on his birthday. You know your relationship hasn't exactly been... ideal with him, nor does he like to celebrate his birthday, but yo hoped it would be different this time.

You were going to his apartment when you saw him leaving his place in his dingy car. So, you hailed a cab and followed him to his secret hideout at the LOV, but before you could hear or see any villains, Dabi ha caught you.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" He was fuming as he dragged you away from the hideout, his hands hot enough to leave scorch marks on your wrists.

"D-Dabi let go- you're hurting me-" but he just pushed you into the passenger seat.

"I asked you- WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE?!" You flinched, but Dabi didn't care.

"Does mom know you're out here? Does anyone?!" He began driving away, brows furrowed. "What the hell are you gonna do if they wake up and don't find you?!"

You bit your lip and looked down, hands trying to ease the pain from where he held them. "I'm sorry... I just- I just wanted to surprise you-" you pulled out a small gift box. "-happy birthday, Dabi!"

"What?"

You smiled weakly. "I-Its your birthday, and you don't come on your birthday because you donf want us to celebrate. But I wanted to surprise you, that's why- that's why I came to your house alone, and then when I saw you leave, I followed you. I promise I was just going to give you the gift and go back home! I was gonna go home!" You shook your head. "But forget about that! Mom won't find out! Just open your gift, it's really nice! I know you're gonna like it!"

"SHUT UP!" Dabi yelled, smacking the gift out of your hand, letting the box fall to the back seat. "JUST SHUT IT! I don't care that its my birthday! I don't care that you were gonna go home! You messed up the moment you left the house when you damn well know you're not allowed to step a foot outside! Now mom's gonna fucking panic because of your stupidity and now I have to fucking pick you up and take you back home because you're a fucking pain in the ass!" You sat there stunned in silence, tears starting to flow down your face as his words echoed in your head.

Dabi took one look at you before rolling his eyes. "Great. Start the waterworks now."

After a few more minutes of silence, you finally spoke.

"Do you love me, Dabi?"

"What?"

You looked up at him, eyes holding some strange emotion. "Do you love me? Do you even like me?"

And even though every fibre of his being was telling him that something is not right, he still replied coldly. "No. I don't care about you, fucking nuisance."

You gulped, nodding your heard.

"Noted." And with that, you opened the door and flung yourself out of the moving vehicle.

"Y/N!!!"

And from here on out, things could go two ways. First could be the possibility of reader cracking her skull open and either dying or going in a coma. And he'd finally open her gift and realise it was a photo frame of him holding baby reader and there was real joy and happiness as he held his baby sister for he first time. And with the photo were letters from you, expressing how grateful you are to have a big bro like him and how you wish to be as amazing and protective as he is.

The other possibility could be reader fracturing multiple bones and being put on bed rest for months, only this time when Dabi comes to apologise for being a shitty brother, reader does not forgive him and simply ignore his existence, practically cutting him out of her life. Which greatly pains Dabi because he feels immensely guilty and he can't stand you ignoring him because now everytime he closes his eyes, he sees you trying to take your life again because he made you feel unimportant.

#yandere bnha #bnha headcanons #yandere mha #bnha imagines #yandere dabi #yandere todoroki clan #yandere endeavor #yandere todoroki family

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dabislittlemouse · 3 months

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𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 *ੈ✩‧₊˚

Dabi my beloved, if only he was real so I could shower him with all the love and gifts, to kiss his pretty face and ruffle his hair, hug him so tight and feel the warmth of his body, to hold his hand and never let go.

Been loving him for almost 4 years and I will continue to love him forever, he may not be real but he is my comfort person, I’ve grown up with him, to the point it almost feels too real cause he’s been part of my life for a long long time. No other fictional character can ever take his place in my heart, he is my one and only, I’ve never cried for a fictional character other than him, always wishing that he was real and next to me. I’ve dedicated everything to him, this blog too, my whole work as a writer just for him, hell I even practice drawing because I just love to draw him, every money spent for his merch and figurines and its still not enough. His impact on my life has been heavy, and in a good way, because whenever I felt alone, anxious, scared or depressed, he was there for me, and I felt comfort, I felt safe. What I feel for him can’t be even explained in words, it’s not just a simple coping mechanism or hyperfixation, I don’t think anyone would truly understand, and thats okay.

*sigh* ANYWAY, sucks that I haven’t had the time nor inspiration to do anything for his birthday, though it doesn’t matter much. That doesn’t change the love and admiration I feel for him.

(Maybe I’ll write something later today who knows, inspiration can hit at random times)

#he’s literally my husband #i know my babyboy prob doesn’t even like celebrating birthdays #touya todoroki #mha dabi #dabi #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #mha

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yandere-kokeshi · 1 year

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May I request yandere Hawks and Dabi with a darling on her birthday/ Valentines Day? (Totally not asking for my birthday this Tuesday 😅)

Warnings: yandere behavior and a bunch of fluff!!

A/N: GASP!! Happy birfday!! 🎂🥳💕

Happy birthday to you!! So happy you are here darling, hope today is wonderful for you and certainly the most amazing day you've had!

Please enjoy this :].

Keigo Takami / Hawks:

Keigo makes sure that this day is incredibly special for you! Not only do you wake up to him kissing your face, smooshing it as he pokes and pulls your cheeks. But he wishes you a loud ‘happy birthday!’ and a bed ready for you to eat (Don’t worry, he ordered it. Although he wished he would have cooked it :((!)

The entire home is covered with presents!! Everything you desire is in your ‘nest’. Including new clothes, blankets, and a bunch of items that you certainly will enjoy! To add more, Keigo specifically has two presents that are special ones; which he gives you the minute you wake up. However, you will have to wait for the other one at midnight :)!

He likes going out, but due to his fame, it’s sometimes hard. Because of that, he’d like the both of you to do mellow things; either go to a private restaurant, stay inside, or simply go for a flight, and watch the view of Japan late at night on a tall building while eating fast food.

If wanted, he will plan a birthday party with some of your friends and family members. Though, he’d like to keep you for himself to celebrate this special day of yours.

You get a huge cake!! It’s colored with your favorite dyes and flavors. It looks like a wedding cake! It also has a small Hawks icon in the middle saying ‘happy birthday’.

Because of his bird traits, Keigo always takes his time ‘creating’ and ‘collecting’ gifts for you. Throughout the months, he watches you and your body language to see what you like; peering over your shoulder while you admire jewelry, makeup, or just clothes that seem nice. And if he asks if you like it, whether you say yes or no, it’s expected to be in the pile of gifts he gets you!

Toward the end of the night, he ends up gifting you a necklace with a part of his feather; it’s colored a cherry red, with a pendant of a picture of the two of you. A slight reminder of how much he loves you.

He makes sure to prep your face with a bunch of kisses while whispering a small ‘I love you’. Keigo loves you so much, he’s so happy he gets to spend this day with you.

Dabi:

As per usual, he’ll wake you up with warm kisses. However, he will intentionally ‘forget’ your birthday. While he sees you a bit down later in the day (preferably calling Toga to hurry up!). He’ll suddenly come up behind you and whisper happy birthday!

While he won’t buy you a million presents, he will get things that are special to you. A few things that he thought you liked, or simply saw you admiring from the window of shops when the two of you went by.

A few things being is he actually gets you a new phone and custom-stuffed plushie that’s made out of him! He also made sure to get some cupcakes colored off his ‘theme’.

Dabi always plans for your birthday accordingly. He absolutely loves to cook for you, so you would bet that all the cooking is made from him, especially the cake! Although, Toga may have joined!

The cake is quite plain. But it’s made with love!! It’s preferably your favorite, with a bunch of frosting and a huge candle that he got from the dollar store. He made sure that the candle was your favorite color and lit it up with his flames.

If he ends up hurting your feelings by pretending to forget your birthday, he’ll make it up by buying you multiple squishmallows and making him your ‘personal maid’.

Whatever you want him to do, he’ll do (with the occasional groan and grumble). But, he never meant to hurt your feelings, he just wanted to surprise you with a day that’s supposed to be a bunch of fun and surprises!

He would like to stay inside all day, rather watching movies or cuddling. But, he’ll make an exception for going to the public. Where you wanna go, you can! Wanna play laser tag? He might cheat a bit and jump to a high place, surprising you.

While he planned everything, he doesn’t really plan… the aftermath. He sorta just stands there while staring at you. The two decided to order pizza, your favorite, and watch some old sit-coms as he cuddled closer to your form!

Dabi makes sure to show that you’re extremely special to him, not only is he glad you’re in his life but you deserve this special celebration.

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bea-does-stuff · 1 year

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Shiggy’s first Christmas (shigaraki x reader)

warning: Is soft shiggy a warning?

Word count: 438

Summary: shigaraki has never had a family who wanted to celebrate christmas with, but now that your here, thats gonna change

Shigaraki has never celebrated christmas, all for one told him that holidays like that were a waste of time, in fact, the only reason he knew about christmas was because of a christmas themed video game he played.

He wanted to hate christmas, he wanted to think it was stupid, just like his master does, but something about seeing those video game characters laughing and being together made him feel a mixture of warmth and envy, part of him wanted to be as happy as them, but he couldn’t, cause no one wanted to be happy with him

That is until you came along, you had given shigaraki all the things he never had, you gave him gifts on his birthday, calmed him down while he was having a panic attack, hugged with zero hesitation, and made him feel like a human again.

That's probably why when December rolled around, he decided that he was gonna ask you to celebrate christmas with him, christmas was about family right? Well, you were his true family.

“So… what do you say?” he asked with a nervous voice, you were quick to respond in a chipper tone “Really? Of course i’d like to spend christmas with you darling” Shigaraki let out a huge sigh of relief, before looking back at you with a smile “ok, but, i’ve never celebrated christmas so you’ll have to help me, your a higher level than me in this”

your mouth dropped, almost as much as your heart “YOU’VE NEVER CELEBRATED CHRISTMAS?” he shook his head, you thought for a few seconds, before smiling “well don’t worry dust bunny! I’m gonna make sure you have the time of your life!”

Shigaraki looked shocked, followed by him looking at the ground so that his sky blue hairs cover the blush on his cheeks

“t-thanks baby… but don’t call me “dust bunny” ever again” You chuckled before sticking your tongue at him.

He really enjoyed spending so much time with you, walking through the snowy paths and taking him to a bunch of stores to buy things for your friends, in one of the stores you founds some cream for burns “You should get this for dabi” you said jokingly, shigaraki scoffs “i’m not getting that imbecile anything”

Shigaraki had been asking what his present would be non stop, and you would always answer with “that would ruin the surprise dummy” but no matter what you got him, he knew that if it came from you it would be his prised possession

But just between you and me…

it was a plushie that looked like his childhood dog

#shigaraki x reader #oneshot #mha #mha x reader #mha fluff #bnha #bnha headcannons #soft shigaraki #shiggy #shigaraki #gn reader #christmas #shigaraki simp #shigaraki fluff #fanfic #shiggy fanfic #fluff

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Deeper Love

This is my first time ever posting a fic, especially one like this! I'd be grateful for any feedback or any other ideas you might have. Let me know what you think, or if you'd like a part 2! Enjoy xoxo - Ichigo 18+ only, Minors DNI, NSFW, Craic elements All rights reserved: do not translate, plagiarize, claim my writing or cross post it on any other platforms, leave my writing alone.

AO3 Link - https://archiveofourown.org/works/44790100?view_adult=true

The whole night had been a completely spontaneous decision on your part. Your friends had messaged into the group chat a couple of hours ago talking about going out-out and you told yourself that’d you’d go for a few drinks and a dance. A bit of craic.

Honestly, you’d really only planned on coming out for a dance and some fun, but then one drink (to pass yourself, you’d told yourself when you’d tapped your phone at the start of the night) turned into two turned into three into four, (it’s not your fault that a Jack and Coke was dirt cheap here, and that alcopops were 2 for a fiver) then your friends started doing shots and you couldn’t say no to Sambuca.

Needless to say, you knew that the second that you hit the cool air outside at the end of the night that your legs would give in and you’d tumble to the street, going down like a heap of shite. It frustrated you to no end that your body would give in but your mind would stay clear, walking like Bambi on ice with the clarity of a bitter pensioner.

But you’re not concerned with that. That’s hours away, a whole different day.

Because you have him.

Dabi, he says his name is when he pulls his fingers from your pussy, after sidling up behind you and dancing with you with a cheeky grin on his face, hands slipping to hide under your skirt, and sucks them into his mouth, azure eyes glowing under the strobe lights, eyes that glow the same colour as the bottle of blue WKD that you clutch in your hand.

Dabi. A beautiful name. Though, it took you a couple times to get the “B” sound – Bits and Pieces was blasting your eardrums apart, you can hardly be blamed for mishearing the B as a D. Plus, it wouldn’t be the first time that people whipped out kinks in public.

It’s not your birthday, so he must be Christmas cause he’s a gift waiting to be unwrapped.

He’s so much bigger than you and, after grinning up at him and seductively shouting into his ear, he pulls you towards the private rooms, arm securely around your waist and pulling you into his side, you realised that he was practically carrying you, the tips of your shoes grazing the floor occasionally.

Distantly, you hope the toes of your boots wouldn’t be scuffed. They were quite new.

You let him manhandle you into the backroom, and you reach up to place your hands on his shoulders, whining for him to lean down so you can put your arms around his neck and kiss him. He obliges, one hand coming up to rest behind your neck, the other grabbing your ass, and metal barred tongue pouring itself into your open mouth. He tastes like smoke and vodka, and you bite at the invading appendage, tugging at his lips with your teeth as your fingers, sticky with Sambuca, grab at his cheeks and press his jaw to open.

He growls into your mouth, all the more audible in the private room than on the dancefloor and through the echo of his open jaw. His hands come to rest on the meat of your thighs, lifting you like you were nothing and pushing you down onto the sofa, your little bag cast onto the floor as he paws at your clothing, the metal buckle that attaches your top to your skirt is superheated and melts after it refuses to yield under his hands.

Your top is left to rise up to your ribcage and the thin material is pushed up to your shoulder blades as he buries his face into your chest, biting at your tits and drawing your nipples into his scalding hot mouth, moaning wantonly as he did (Somewhere in the back of your head, or perhaps next door, Meghan the Stallion’s wisdom came to you like a revelation from God- That ain’t Dababy that’s my baby.)

You lean your head forward to nuzzle into his hair, smoke overwhelming you, and you wanted so badly to touch him. To see him. You loop your fingers around powdery black strands and yank his head up, meeting the fiery azure eyes that burned with indignation, a string of saliva falling from his spit slick lips, and you whine as the sight made your insides clench helplessly around nothing, pulling him forward to kiss you again.

He devours your mouth and neck, biting at the vulnerable flesh of your clavicle and tits, and you start a similar exploration, running your lips over his scarred neck, the metallic taste of the staples on your tongue making you wetter than you’d care to admit. Hands roving over his chest, you finger his nipple delicately before twisting it, being rewarded with a cut off groan and breathy chuckle into your ear, and his hips grinding down into the cradle of yours harshly.

Poor thing, you think, all trapped and desperate, as you reach down and grab his dick through his dark jeans. Unlike before, the noise he makes in your ear is long and low, rattling around your drunken skull like the song you could hear through the walls.

Fumbling with his buckle, he lets you pull his cock out of its confines, and you can’t help but giggle gleefully at how big it feels in your hand, the girth of it making you squirm and your mouth salivate. Fuck he was so hot, in more ways than one. You’d thought it was just the humidity of the club, but holding Dabi in your hand you realise that the guy was boiling. The thought of him inside you has you biting your lip and grinding down on him.

His fingers find their way home once more, pushing your panties aside and plundering you, playing with your labia before pressing in deep, not cruel but no hesitation.

“You’re soaking baby, that excited to get fucked by me huh?” He chuckles, as your hands came to grasp at his shoulders, moaning softly as his fingers fuck into you, curling and pressing into the right places.

All too soon, he’s pulling his fingers free, and you don’t hesitate to whine at the loss. He laughs breathily, pressing a deep kiss to your lips once more, letting out a soft moan that makes you feral,

“Don’t worry,” he says, pulling his slick soaked fingers from you and spitting on them, before wrapping them around his aching cock, hissing in pleasure, “I’ll take care of you sweetheart, just taking care of you, when you’ve been drinking, it’s always better to ease the way more than usual.”

He leans over you, caging you in with his arms, filling your vision, your head heady with his scent as he presses himself forward, cock pushing into you. He moans loudly in approval.

Dabi goes slow, a gentleman, but you can’t help but want to see him lose that cock-sure composure he has.

“Wait.” You whimper out, overwhelmed and achingly horny, body trembling. He stops suddenly, body going rigid and eyes pulling together in a frown.

“What is it? You okay?” His voice sounds strained, and you realise that stopping the guy when he was only a couple inches in and asking him to wait probably was an exercise in self-control he wasn’t expecting.

Still. He waits, as you decide that as much as you wanted Dabi to push your thighs up, bend you into a mating press and fuck you until your womb ached, you decide that that could wait for another night. Drunk you already decided that you’d keep him around.

You sit up, moaning quietly when he slips out of you, and you giggle quietly when you see his jaw tick in disappointment and annoyance. Though, it quickly turns to surprise as you press yourself over him, pushing him down onto this back and straddling him. Then, it turns to something absolutely filthy.

“You wanted to ride huh? Should’ve just said. Whatever my baby wants-“ His lecherous tone is replaced with a loud, drawn groan as you sink down onto his cock, biting your lip at the stretch. Fuck, he was a lot bigger than his fingers. As your hips flush with his, you hear your pelvis creak, hips spread wide over his thighs and hips. Again, at the sight of how much bigger he is than you, you feel your pussy clench, only this time it has something to satiate the ache, causing both of you to moan.

You set a steady rhythm, still unused to being speared open as you are. Dabi watches you with bright eyes, burning electric blue with lust, and his hands come to rest on your hips, his own matching the pace you’ve set.

Dabi’s eyes never waver from their raptured stare.

For a moment, you feel the confidence that had filled you leave you, self-conscious under his gaze, but then you do something with your hips and his mouth drops open, a whine cut off into a groan, and you remember that it wasn’t him who had picked you to fuck, it was you who picked him.

You pick up the pace, moaning shamelessly at the drag of his cock inside you, and he moans in turn, hands clenching and unclenching against your flesh. Your heart pounds when you realise just how hot those hands are and wonder just what he would do to you if you let him. One of them comes down to rub at your clit and you mewl in pleasure, gushing slick around him. Your mouth hangs open, body covered in a sheen, panting with exertion.

Still, you want to hear him, want to make him squeal. As you thrust down, grinding on his cock, making his eyes roll, you reach down and grasp his balls, squeezing them and relishing in the way it makes Dabi tense, powerful thighs shaking under you and hand shooting out to grab your forearm.

“Fuck, baby,” his eyes shining as he tries to sit up, though he falls backwards when you start your brutal pace once more, crying out,

“Fuck, Jesus, so good, feel so good.” He babbles and it makes liquid pleasure shoot up your spine, tears gathering in your eyes as you feel your pleasure building.

“Dabi, Dabi, Dabi,” His name falls from your mouth in a litany, and his fingers resume their assault on your clit, making the tension in your gut build and mount, “please, please, Dabi, please.”

“I’ve got you, fuck, cum for me, fucking cum baby.”

His ministrations are brutal, and the tension snaps. With a wail, you clench around him, gummy insides fluttering around and trying to milk his cock.

Dabi rears up, slick chest rubbing against your own as his hips began to piston into you brutally, moaning and crying out into your neck, as you sink your fingers into his hair and try to keep yourself grounded.

“Fuck baby, I’m gonna cum, squeezing me so fucking good, gonna fill you up, gonna paint your fucking pussy, shit, shit, shit, I’m-“ His teeth sink into your throat as he cries out, whining desperately as he came, hips stuttering as he fucks your sopping and oversensitive pussy through it.

Both of you clutch at each other through the aftershocks, and Dabi drags you down to rest on his heaving chest, his hand finding its home in your hair.

You look up at him, meeting his eyes, and smiling. He laugh then, leaning down to kiss you again, this time a bit sweeter than before.

“Fuckin’ amazing baby.” Dabi’s voice sounds thin and wrecked and it makes you satisfied to hear it. You hum in agreement, all too ready and happy to pass out on his chest, safe in his arms, but your world is interrupted when you hear the obnoxious, agitating, sound of your ringtone.

Groaning, you reach down to lift your bag up, making Dabi groan in turn.

Oh, you hadn’t realised he hadn’t pulled out.

You smile sheepishly at him, snorting at the pout on his face.

“Sorry, didn’t realise you’d left that there.” You say before you swipe to answer on your phone.

“What?”

“Bitch, where the fuck are you?”

“I’m at the toilet what the fuck?”

“Hurry up well.”

Sighing, you meet Dabi’s eyes once more and he smirks,

“Being summoned away? Who knows, I might just keep you.” To add emphasis to his words, his hands smooth possessively over your thighs.

You smile back at him, pushing his sweaty hair back off his forehead, choosing not to comment on the white roots showing through.

“You’d like that wouldn’t you.” You pat at the coat below you both, smiling when you feel a phone. Pulling it free, you type in your number before putting it back.

Dabi watches you keenly.

Whining quietly, you lift yourself off of him, being kind enough to put him back where you found him, secretly pleased that his jeans were ruined.

“Call me tomorrow, Dabi.” You say, standing and fixing your top and skirt, tutting at the melted buckle.

“Oh, so sure there’s gonna be a next time huh?” He says, sitting up on his hands, and smirking at you.

“Of course there will be. Uninterrupted” You say, smirking back, biting at your lip. “I want to suck your dick next time.” You watch his eyes darken, chest rising in lust, at both your comment, your promise, and at the sight of his cum already running down your thighs.

You swipe at a wayward drop and suck it into your mouth, pleased to see the animalistic look on his face.

“See you later, Dabi~” You say, winking at him and walking back into the crowd to meet your friends.

You weren’t at all surprised when barely an hour later he was texting you, already eager to know what time you were free tomorrow.

#mha dabi #mha #bnha #bnha dabi #dabi smut #dabi x reader #dabi imagine #todoroki touya

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plush-rabbit · 2 years

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Build-A-Bear with the Boys

Request: Idk if you know what a build-a-bear is , im just going to assume you do sry♡

I havent had one since i was a toddler but for my 21st my friend got me one and had put the "birthday cake" sent in it, and they last a long time!! And the fabric is so soft, its v comforting.

Sooo i wanted to ask for Shig,Dabi,and Jin reacting to their partner getting them a bear or whatever animal you want, that had a sent that was personal to them, for their birthday/anniversary. Idk what they all carry sent wise so we can just pretend they have whatever lol

Another idea; maybe theyre away from reader for a bit and they end up cuddling the stuff animal ?

Whatever works♡

A/N: I wrote a BAB piece a while ago, but that was for Tenko rather than Shigaraki, so it’s a different feel for a different character

Bubaigawara Jin:

You look excited. Much more than usual when you sit yourself beside Jin with a generic gift bag sitting by your feet. The tissue paper is all sorts of colors, a mix of pastels peeking past the opening of the bag, and he can see something peeking out from it. There’s this wide grin that you keep trying to suppress by sucking in your bottom lip, but when then, it’s like you’re unable to stop. The palms of your hands smack against the wooden table, too erratic and too jittery to form any sensible beat. You’re waiting for him to ask you something relating to your mood. He takes the bait, sniffling and running the back of the index against the tip of his nose.

For whatever reason, you don’t answer him, simply grabbing the bag and urging him to take it. You want to tell him; that much is clear when you part your mouth open, ready to spill whatever has you in such a happy mood, but you refrain. And now he’s holding a bag in his hands, the paper crinkling and something stopping his fingers from pressing too harshly into the bag. His hand pulls out clumps of paper and he doesn’t give a second glance as the papers fall onto the floor. He pulls out a teddy bear, the fur of it coiled and shaggy. The stitched mouth smiles up at him, and it wears a basic white shirt with a blue bear head embroidered at the bottom.

He turns to you, asking why you’re giving him this. Immediately after, he begins to worry that he’s missing an important date and that if you can give him an hour or two, he’d make it up and he’s beginning to trail off, his foot tapping nervously against the floor and teddy bear held tight in his hands that you’re almost afraid the eyes will bulge out. You urge him to smell it and his eyes squint as he tries to figure it out. He can hear you laugh and your hand rests between his shoulder blades. It’s peppermint. You nod, coming in closer to him, your legs squished together as if the room was packed full of people, when in reality, it’s just the two of you alone in a room, pressed tightly together. You go on to explain why you chose peppermint, your body squirming and holding tightly onto the back of his shirt, voice much lower and much more timid than before. All he can really catch on is that peppermint is meant to reduce stress, or something like that as he holds the bear in gloves hands.

The stuffed bear has transfixed him, and he is unable to look away. You wanted him to have something nice and you took the time to pick out the scent and the animal, and he’s grateful that he has a mask because there are tears in his eyes. He loves it so much, he can’t even convey it. There have only been a few people that have been kind to him, and even when he was a kid, no one would have done this for him. He has a mean looking face and for so long he tormented himself if he was real or not, and you have given him this- a child’s toy. In his calloused hands covered in blood and gloves, he holds something soft and his hands now smell like peppermint.

It’s just a gift. No real importance associated with it other than you had thought it would be nice for him to have something like this. He doesn’t really talk about his childhood with you- something about claiming not to remember- and it gave you the impression that perhaps it’s not something worth remembering, or wanting to remember. So you took it upon yourself to get him a standard bear, hoping that it would help him feel a bit less lonely when you aren’t there with him. His smile twitches for a moment, and he’s brought back to reality in remembering that one day, you probably won’t be with him because he is a villain, and he can’t promise his safety, and he won’t make you promise to stay with him, even though the desperate, selfish part of him wants you to swear to it. For now, Jin holds the bear, his index tracing over the eyes and down to the soft swell of the muzzle.

Dabi:

It’s early when Dab is awoken by you shaking him and calling his name. His mind can’t catch up quick enough, sleep lulling him back in and he pulls the blanket over his head, hoping that you’d let him rest for a minute longer. But, of course, that's too much to ask for. You’re desperate, begging and shaking him, and with great reluctance and a loud groan, he peeks past the blanket, with an unamused look on his face. He knows that you’re safe, if you were in any danger, you’d be much more frantic, much more shrill and harsh with your shakings. When you pull out a gift bag with the tissue paper spilling out from the top, he can’t recall any important date.

The bag is thrusted into his hands and you’re much too eager. He’s tired and you’re giving him a bag, and talking, words meshing together that you hadn’t meant to wake him, but you were too excited to keep this to yourself for a moment longer, and that he had to have this now. He doesn’t know why he has to have it now, there’s no rush in you kicking him out of your home, there’s no rush in him leaving, but when he turns his head to your direction and you have this wide smile as your hands fidget and twist the comforter in your hands, he takes pity on you and accept the gift with a thanks that comes out softer than he had meant to. The colored paper falls onto the bed, and he pulls out a stuffed wolf dressed in a black shirt with a bear head embroidered at the end of it.

He isn’t sure what to make of it, and he holds it without much of a grip in his hands. You’re staring at him, and he can feel it, and he knows that he needs to have some type of reaction to your gift, a simple thank you, or even just a half hearted hig to the thing would be enough, but he can’t bring himself to do that. He stares at the wolf that smiles back up at him, and he’s far too grown to own a stuffed toy. You tell him in a much quieter voice that it’s supposed to smell like lavender- something about helping him sleep. And slowly, he meets the wolf in the middle, taking a sniff to find that it does smell like lavender.

It’s dumb. He feels dumb having his face pressed against the belly of a stuffed animal, and you watch with your legs bent under you, and he turns to you slowly. It’s difficult to pull any emotion off of him, and it’s easy to read you. You give him a taut smile, pulling on a loose thread from the blanket, and without a word, the tissue paper is shoved back into the bag, crumpled and messily pushed to the bottom. He isn’t sure if he wants the wolf or not, but he knows enough about you to know that if he rejects this, you’d give him these sad eyes and turn your back on him. The bag is shoved to the foot of the bed, and he turns to you, throwing his arm over you in a half-hearted hug. It’s enough for either of you, and you kiss his cheek, laying down and patting the empty space beside you.

There is a cloth and stuffing on his chest and it weighs a ton, and it makes it hard to breathe and difficult to think. The scent of lavender is faint, and he smells it on his hands. He tries to think back to when he last received a gift like this- something so trivial and soft. Dabi finds that he can’t remember. He isn’t one for stuffed animals, and he isn’t one to keep mementos, but he finds himself gripping the shirt of the wolf tightly, and suddenly his hands are much too raw and dirty to hold something this sweet, to touch something given by you, something so simple and new. Something that was meant for comfort is given to him, and twists to you, the wolf falling between the both of you, and he thinks to himself, that when he’s dead, he’d like for you to cry on the wolf and smell that smoke that follows him.

Shigaraki Tomura:

His body is sore, and he can feel himself become faint from too much blood loss. It’s come to a point that walking has become too much of a strenuous task for him at this moment. The only thing actually pushing him to walk further is that fact that he knows once the door is closed, it’ll just be you and him, and while you’d be asleep, he knows that no one is going to bother either of you. At least not until the morning when preparation for a war begins to happen, but that’s for the morning, when he’s at least had a few hours of sleep and his body has recovered from whatever it is that the doctor is doing to him and his body. Tomura stops in front of his door and through the bottom crack, he can see orange light spill and light the tips of his shoes. He hopes that you’re asleep, he never liked the look on your face when you see him covered in bruises and blood.

You rise from your place on the bed and though your smile falters when you take notice of his rugged appearance, you encourage him to sit on the bed. He’s grateful he had the sense of mind to shower before coming to you, but as he sits on the bed, he finds it difficult to keep his eyes open. You run to the closest and pull out a gift bag, tissue paper dotted in sparkles rising past the opening of the bag. You know that he’s tired, but it would mean a lot if he would open your gift to him. Has he missed an important date, or is this just an out-of-the-blue type of gift for him, and when he looks at you, and you encourage him to open it without shifting your eyes to some corner where you think he’d place a present, he knows it’s an out-of-the-blue thing that you’ve done for him. The sparkled paper falls to the bed and onto the floor with the gust of air. His hands grab at something soft and he pulls out a stuffed dog.

He has to remind himself that you don’t know. That this is all just some coincidence, and he can’t breathe. It looks nothing like Mon, but even so, after his memories came rushing to him, and after he experienced it all in a moment’s blink, he can’t help but realize he never truly processed it, simply accepted it and ran with it. He looks at you and you move close to him, resting your chin on his shoulder, asking him to smell it. He does so, and smells the top of the stuffed dog’s head, and it’s sweet. You tell him that it’s peaches with a kiss on his cheek and he holds the dog in his hands, nails digging into the blue shirt with an embroidered bear head at the hem of it.

With everything going on- the experiments and the other things, that you leave just as that because he can’t tell you what he’s doing and what he’s planning- you thought that he could have used some comfort. It’s childish, and small, and he’d never take it out this room, never risk letting anything of his or anyone else’s things or blood get on the dog and ruin it. He’ll keep it tucked and hidden away and think of it when electricity courses through his body. He’ll think of the peaches and the soft fur, and you chin on his shoulder and hands on his waist. He’ll remember how you asked in a whisper if he liked it.

Of course, he likes it. He loves it beyond what words can convey and he hates it with such a passion because he knows that the dog won’t last. It’ll stay forgotten in a corner, and he’ll long for it like a child clinging and yearning for something that was caressed by love. You lay down, and exhaustion is evident in your eyes now and it’s catching up to him. The room is engulfed in darkness and he’s holding the dog listening to your soft breathing and even though his eyelids are heavy and keep closing, he keeps them open, looking at the dog and hugging it close to his chest. He’ll fall asleep with the dog tucked under his chin and in the morning, he’ll keep it tucked in the bag, hidden in the closet, safe from danger.

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