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ectologia · 5 months

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i saw this thing where you make responses to darling saying “it hurts” but it gets meaner and meaner and i immediately thought of you and yanderenightmare bc y’all wld eat it up 🦋🦋

WHEN IT HURTS

WARNINGS: DUBCON, PROFANITY, ASPHYXIATION

DABI, KEIGO TAKAMI, KATSUKI BAKUGOU

“Ouch!” You squeal, pushing back against the deep set v-line curving his waist. His hips arch, bending forward closer and closer despite your protests. “Wait, wait! Stop, it hurts!”

He does as he’s told, halting with a dramatic pout. “Sorry.” A thumb prods your clit roughly, sliding upwards to pull the sticky hood back. “Want me to go slower?”

“Mhm..” Your knees slacken, dropping back down against your chest after the initial panic of being speared on his fat dick subsides.

Except, he doesn’t go slower. He continues feeding the length through the tight tunnel of your pussy. Sensing the oncoming fear that pulses through your body, he clasps two palms over the back hinges of your knees, folding you down flatter until your toes brisk the cartilage of your ears.

“Ah — Ow!” This time, your yelp comes out staggered. Whimpering while your legs kick and jerk in the air. You bring your hands down through the space of your thighs, pressing back against the hard plane of his stomach, clenching as he refuses to budge. “Babe, stop!”

His teeth grit, poised behind his lips in annoyance before he pulls back again, huffing with a creased nose. “What?”

Blinking up at him with flickering timid eyes, you warble. “..Hurts.”

You don’t catch his hushed grumbles, cursing under his breath as he begins to rub your swollen pearl a little more harshly, spiteful as he tries to press more slick out of your already puffy cunt.

“Not so rough..”

He begins to get pissed off with your incessant nagging. Flicking his wrist abruptly, he almost raises his hand to spank the pussy juice out of you. “..Babydoll” He purrs, thumb twitching as he stops himself from digging the blunt edge of his nails into your clit. “We can’t make love if you don’t let me inside.”

“I know! It’s just..” You shuffle back on your bum, but he only pulls you closer, squeezing your waist in his palm.

“Just what?”

He eyes the way you squirm, lips raising in a silent snarl as you fold your arms over your chest, all sweet and innocent as you cry from just the tip.

He’ll fuckin’ give you a reason to cry.

Your pleas fall on deaf ears as he shovels the rest of his cock inside, grunting once the pudge of his ballsack finally presses against the crease of your ass. He leans over you, using his combined weight and mass to keep your legs open while he drills you against the mattress, making you sound like a squeaky dog toy with every thrust.

“Shut the fuck up.” He claps a hand over your mouth, pinching your nose shut as-well in the hopes that you’ll pass out. God forbid he has to listen to you whining ‘till he nuts.

“We’re fucking now.”

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somorrow · 14 days

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Okay but Dabi loves to tie you up. The sight of you flushed, hands high over your head, your breasts slightly pressed together, and your mouth gagged gets him going. The power he has over you now (and always) never fails to push him further. Your glassy, watery eyes, your red face and the drool slipping past your lips. He wants to hear you whine, plead, try to beg for more pleasure, beg for the sting of his searing hot hands and tongue on your skin. He’s never gentle unless he feels like it — which isn’t often. Your compromising position gives him full access to your entire body, exactly as he wants it. He takes whatever he can from you, your breath, your praises, your orgasm. In fact, he tears it from you almost violently with every jerk of his fingers and aggressive swipe of his tongue. Even when you finish the first time, he’s not done with you. Nowhere close. Not until he hears you say it, or at least try to say it from that pretty, full mouth of yours.

Touya…

He wants to take at least three more nearly painful orgasms before he caves and decides to give instead of take take take. And luckily for you, it’s the exact thing you’ve been begging for all night.

#txt post #reader x dabi #dabi imagines #MMMMM I WANT HIM 2 DESTROY MEEE #dabi headcanons #dabi x reader #dabi smut #mha dabi #touya todoroki #todoroki touya #touya x reader #mha #my hero imagines #my hero academia #my hero fanfic #Raven’s Musings: BNHA

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dilfhos · 7 months

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TRAINRIDE

#!WHO; DABI x fem!READER

A! i hope u ignore this cus its stupid but I think dabi/touya being a total scum to huge endeavor fan reader should be a thing

+ (i added my twist to it; at the time this was sent, i was on my dc shit heavy and id already started it)

#!CW: deadoves!n0nc0n, dirty talk, degradation, humiliation, implied exhibitionism, gaslighting, touya arc if you squint real close! dabi has dick piercings bc i said so

tagging: @mostlyheinous @scariusaquarius @dabislittlemouse @nyx--knacks @the-grimm-writer @ectologia

Dabi hated taking public transportation, especially now.

It subjected him to having to conceal his identity for one, blending into the fleeting crowds with dark, long clothing. It didn’t bother him as much had it been any other time, one where he wasn’t on constant guard or easily irritated by familiar phrases and his face.

Dabi only gave a quick glance to the glass behind him, eyeing the way his big hood hung low on his head, hand deep into his trench pocket as the other supported his balance. He drew his hood lower at the glance from a man on his left.

The train eased to a stop and the doors slid open as the crowd swarmed to bring in and send out more people. When the doors closed and the train began to move again, he found himself being thrown forward. A small yelp came from the woman in front of him, turned partially.

He was about to mumble something before his eyes made contact with what she was wearing.

Seeing that you were brazenly adorned in merchandise of the number one hero, he scrunched his nose up at the sight of your complimentary accessories before finally settling on your face. Preoccupied with your phone to notice his oggling, you shifted, body moving with the force of the train as it started moving.

Dabi didnt mean to look, but the subtle quake of your chest piqued his vision and he wished he wasn’t met with those same fucking eyes. How cringe you looked with the familiar navy phone-case you had on the back of your phone to match.

In fact, if Dabi wanted to, he’d stand there and count every one of Endeavor’s paraphernalia and the number could be well over three. You really walk around like that? Parading your favorite hero on your body like a fangirl poster.

He chuckled darkly before rolling his eyes. Yeah, you probably had one or two of them in your room that you fuck yourself to at night to boot.

The train was only a little crowded but not enough to fully obscure your body from his view. You were dressed in jeans, the denim pairing with a snug t-shirt that sculpted your chest perfectly under his gaze. On the back he could see the familiar bright flames. They were disgustingly familiar, completing the stoic features of the hero on the front.

“Endeavor, huh?” You finally glanced up, a bit surprised to find barely anyone on board at this point. A few men sat adjacent, some sleep, others occupied on their own devices and papers or simply dead in gaze as they awaited their respective stops.

Then him, of course.

Turning fully around you face the source of the comment and your heart began to hammer.

Under a subtle glance or two, he didn’t look too out of the ordinary. Dark pants, shoes and a coat on his back, he could’ve as easily passed for some unremarkable human being cold and exhausted from days events. However, under the certain proximity, you had a clear view of his face, unmistakably his metal-littered, scarred face and the dangerously piercing gaze to match.

You parted your lips but he held up a finger, silencing you before you could squeak a sound. He glanced around toward the few other occupants in the car, noting them to be of no significance until his eyes returned back to yours, the silent threat of impending danger weighing heavily in the air around you.

“Are you-are you going to kill me?” You finally said, voice sickeningly timid. Wide eyes peered up at him, height clearing yours as he slowly backed you towards the side of the car.

“He your favorite hero?” Dabi ignored your question, eyes flickering to your chest before his hand followed. You squeaked in surprise as he boldly placed his hand against your breast.

Jerking away, you prepare to to defend yourself when he gripped your wrist.

“To answer the question, I’m not gonna kill you. ‘M just gonna hurt you real bad though,” You’re spun before another word is uttered, the rattling of metal against wheels loud enough to drown your protests.

“Please don’t do this,” His hands were exploring your body, running up your thighs and cruelly pinching at the skin on your sides before settling on the hem of your jeans.

“Please don’t,” You whimpered shakily, meeting the villain’s eyes in the glass.

“I just feel like ya personally insulting me y’know?” He grunted over the sound of his belt clinking. His hand was back on your side now, nails digging into the meat of the exposed skin until drawing a wince.

Dabi shuffled forward until your hands were pressed against the wall of the train, steadying yourself. His other made quick work of yanking down your jeans until they rested around your thighs, panties on display before his hungry gaze.

“D-don’t. I’ll scream.” By now, you’d been reduced to a whimpering, teary-eyed mess, your frantic gaze shifting through the other riders for a witness to what was going on.

But they were all too preoccupied to care.

“Yeah, for who?” The passengers that did notice were the wrong ones.

You met the greedy eyes of the man closest to you and the way his own dropped down to your connected bodies. Dabi was quick to notice that and chuckled before leaning down toward your ear.

“Still your idol, doll? This is his society, you know? The one on your ridiculously, ugly top,” He snickered, his fingers hooking into the side of your panties.

Before you could cry out, his scarred hand clamped over your mouth at the same time as his cock breached your cunt. You tensed, nothing escaping you but a muffled gasp as he shoved himself past your tight ring of resistance. Your eyes were wide, peering back at you in the glass, reflecting off of the pain and horror present.

“Mm, so tight.” He licked the shell of your ear and you release a shuddering sob. He began a snappy, brutal pace, the thick cock dragging heavily through your dry walls. Every time he pulled away, you felt every vein, every metallic orb scraping against gummy insides.

He slammed back into you at the same time the train screeched over rusted tracks, grunting with every stroke, his thin hip bones snapping against your ass.

His grip was bruising as he held onto your waist, his wrist only flicking to push and pull you back onto his dick. His other hand remained pressed against your mouth to muffle your cries and moans. You reached behind to at least try and push him away, alleviate the grating pain he was causing but your attempts were laughable as he only slapped away your efforts.

Dabi sped up, stumbling forward until your front was pressed against the metal interior, body squished between hot and cool. The hand over your mouth dropped to hang loosely around your neck, tilting your head back to meet his. The hood over his head only served to make him all the more menacing with the shadow that casted over his grotesque features.

“What do you think Mr. Endeavor would say if he saw his biggest fan being defiled like this? Probably be disgusted huh? I mean, allowing a complete stranger to fuck you on public transportation.” Your eyes closed as you imagined the twisted look of repulsion on your favorite hero and the image brought you to more tears.

You hiccupped as he trailed fingers down in between your legs to brush against your clit, missing the way his grin widened at the way you suddenly tense up. You released a pained moan at the way your pussy clamped down on him.

“So sensitive,” He chuckled at the way you try and bite down your orgasm. He could feel you start to relax, your cunt pulsating around him as your juices started to slick him up.

Overhead, the sound of the loudspeaker crackling at the next stop had Dabi’s eyes glancing up, as if now aware of the time. Releasing you, his hand fell to your other hip where his blunt nails dug as his pace quickened.

“Stop’s coming up,” He mumbled. You didn’t really hear him though. You were busy trying not to give in to the way his cock was filling you up, the pain parting into pleasure, your juices beginning to fall and squish around his dick.

Your head hung low; you couldn’t even look at your reflection in the glass anymore, at the way your brows furrowed over glossy, blown eyes. The way your wet lips part to release silent moans. You were despicable. You couldn’t call yourself a fan of the great Endeavor anymore, not after this.

Not after him.

Dabi’s feet planted firmly, his hips suddenly stuttering to a halt. He was quick to conceal your squeal with his hand again as his dick twitched in your cunt. Your teary eyes widened as you felt warmth flooding you, too horrified to even move save for your trembles.

He was still going, slowly rutting his nut back into you with shallow strokes. It was only until you heard a chime overhead that he pulled away with a content sigh.

Dabi eyed the way his cum was beginning to seep down your thighs, dripping into your bunched up jeans and an idea formed in his head, one that had him grinning sadistically.

A moment later your trembling legs finally gave way allowing you to sink onto the floor.

He began to fix himself, adjusting the hood on his head. He threw a cocky salute to the man eyeballing him earlier and a final disgusted look down at those eyes on your shirt. He then shook his head with a forming smile, walking away and leaving you on the floor of the cold train. The whooshing of the doors were deafening in your ears as you looked up to greedy eyes.

Back at the hero agency, Endeavor’s phone lit up and a notification from an unknown number had his brows furrowed in confusion at the link. His scowl only deepened after further investigation.

DILFOS. do not plagiarize my content—current or archival.

#dabi x reader #touya todoroki x reader #dabi fanfic #dabi smut #bnha x reader #reader x dabi #dabi fic #bnha smut #[ deadoves— ☆]#[ output—☆ ]#old request #awe i hope this anon somehow finds this lol #ft a corny ass joker line LEAVE ME ALONE

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moodyvoid · 1 year

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You’re dating Dabi and you want to meet his parents and he wants to keep up his facade with you that he’s not part of the infamous league of villains, so Magne and Mr. Compress dress up and act like his Mom and Dad.

Magne, glaring: “So, what are your intentions with my son?”

Dabi: “A little less intense, Mag.”

Magne: “Show a little respect... Call me Mommy.”

Dabi: “not a chance in hell—“

Mr. Compress: “Wanna see a magic trick?”

Dabi: “No, they don’t want to see a magic trick, Mr.— Dad.”

Mr. Compress pulls a bouquet of roses out of thin air and hands it to you.

Magne, opening a photo album: “Would you like to see his mugshots— I mean, his vacation photos?”

Dabi: “No— Why do you have those?”

—Later on that night—

You: “Your parents are very interesting. Different than I expected.”

Dabi: “I’m adopted.”

You: “I loved meeting your siblings, too.”

Dabi: “My what—“

Twice and Toga both waving from the front door.

Twice: “Nice meeting you!!— You could do way better!”

Toga: “Bring them back soon, Dabi! They’re cooler than you!”

Dabi, deadpanning: “Oh, yeah… my siblings.”

#he calls his father Mr. Dad #not sure what’s up with my meeting parents posts lately but I couldn’t get this scenario out of my head #anyway they end up loving you #bnha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #mha #league of villains #dabi #touya todoroki #dabi x reader #reader x dabi #touya x reader #touya todoroki x reader #long post

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dabisair · 2 months

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Dabi x gn!reader

Warnings: talk of death, reader is implied to be in therapy, Dabi is definitely nothing like Dabi, soft Dabi.

A/N: Uhh I guess I just need a hug? That's it, that's your summary too. Reader just needs a hug.

“Tell me why I’m humoring you right now.”

“Because you like me more than you want to admit.”

“Ha ha ha. Very funny, doll.”

“Because I knew you would be awake, and you knew you would answer?”

“Alright, alright,” Dabi sighs, shifting fabric reaching your ear as he moves, “so?”

“So…”

“Th’fuck’re you callin’ me for at two in the morning?”

“I don’t- sorry, I know, I just… I can’t put it into words, I guess.”

“Whatever.”

“I don’t really have a reason to be here, you know?” you pick at your quilt. A panic attack was keeping you awake, and you hoped that talking to someone as apathetic and uncaring as your raven-haired paramore would help, “I don’t have a purpose.”

Dabi scoffs, the sharp sound of a lighter coming to life bringing a small smile to your lips, “not the person you should be talking to about that, doll. I ain’t no help. Call that stupid bird, he’s a hero, he can help.”

“Yeah, that’s why I called you. I’m offended, honestly. You think I’d call him? Ew. Gross. I’ll pass.”

The howl of laughter that escapes Dabi - pure delight and ecstasy at your disapproval in regards to the wing hero - brings a bigger smile to your lips. Calling Dabi, well, that was the right choice. Talking to him was already helping!

“Tell me what else you’d pass on~”

“Oh my god, everything? Whatever comes out of his mouth is just pretty words and prettier lies. I have no interest. There’s little he can do to actually keep my eye.”

“Yeah~? Glad you feel that way - but for what it’s worth, I still think you should have called him, not me.”

“Why, cuz I’m sad and lonely and hate every second I spend alive? Call him so that he can swoop in on his big wings and save me?”

“I mean, sure. Better than talking to a villain about it.”

“Hey,” you wet your lips, shifting on your bed, “you are a villain. You would do it if I asked you to, right?”

“Do what?”

“Kill me.”

His silence carries from where he is, to where you are, a terrible weight that sits on your shoulders. It forces a sigh from your lips, “living is difficult and I don’t like it. I don’t like difficult things. I don’t like working, but I don’t like having nothing to do. I don’t like being awake. I don’t like being alive. If I had a choice in the matter, I would have rather never been here a single second.”

Dabi maintains his silence, but his next breath is one of anger. His heat is palpable despite the distance between you.

“Keep talking like that and I will kill you.”

“Date and time?” you try to joke, a nervous laugh bubbling up your throat.

“You have the fuckin’ gall to ask me to kill you and then be afraid of the prospect?”

“Yeah? That’s the funny thing about it, D - or I guess, the annoying thing about it. I am scared. Maybe when it happens I won’t be, but y’know, I like to think about things.”

“Stop thinking about it, then.”

“I can’t turn it off like that,” you huff, leaning back against the headboard, “I try, promise.”

“If anyone should be thinking like that, it’s me, dumbass.”

“But you have a purpose. You have a drive. You have a reason to be here - what reason do I have? None.”

“You have a life,” he snaps, and you think that maybe he was right. You should have called Hawks, because in your knowledge of Dabi being a villain, you had always thought he would never be bothered by you talking about the things that troubled you the most.

Evidently, you were wrong; you were wrong because his breaths are heavy with anger, and his tone is laced with distress.

“Friends, family, you have that.”

“And they have each other. My friends have other friends. My family has other family. They don’t need me - I’m not needed. My presence it’s not… it’s not needed. I don’t bring anything special or important to anyone around me.”

“You little brat,” he spits; something breaks in the background, and you’re not sure where he is, but you’re immediately worried.

“Don’t do something stupid, D.”

His laugh is incredulous, “me do something stupid? Take a look in the mirror, baby! You don’t want me to do something stupid, then stop talking stupid.”

“... okay. Fine. I see your point. I still don’t want to be here.”

“Because no one needs you?”

“Yeah.”

“I need you.”

You jump in your skin, hearing double. There’s a knock at your window. You stare at him, leaning against the glass, eyes illuminated by the azure flames he has simmering in his chest.

“Uh--”

“That date and time you wanted? Right fucking now,” he gives your window a good whack with flat of his fist. The blow is strong enough to put a few cracks in the glass, “open the fucking window.”

You drop your phone on the nightstand, not as scared as you thought you might be. He’s pocketing his own phone by the time you get to the window and unlatch it to let him in. He backs you right up to your bed, knocking you down onto it with his chest.

His finger is in your face as he leans over you, rage making the skin under his eyes bubble, “I’m not your therapist.”

“Nope, no, no you’re not.”

“But I know when you’re panic-talking.”

“Source needed.”

“Source being how well I fucking know you.”

You reach up to cup his face in your hands, the realization settling in that you actually scared him. Now you feel the tears gathering in your eyes, taking a deep breath to stabilize yourself. It becomes more difficult when he covers one of your hands in his.

“Sorry,” you muster, “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

He makes no effort to deny it.

“I just - I just struggle to find a reason to be here - to want to be here. It takes too much effort to be alive.”

“Then let me be your reason - tonight, at least,” he leans back, balancing on his knees as he shucks off his jacket.

You feel infinite amounts better when his weight settles against you, arms wrapping tightly around his neck. Weary eyes slide closed, fingers twisting in the back of his loose shirt.

“Next time, just tell me you need a hug.”

“Okay.”

“You’ll have to make this up to me,” his words are warm, face nuzzling against your neck.

“Okay.”

#dabi x reader #reader x dabi #dabi x you #dabi x y/n #mha #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia

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writermask-0807 · 18 days

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todoroki touya (dabi) x reader “[3:07 a.m.]”

warnings: swearing, angst with no happy ending (i think?? m not sure 🫠) this is like a. vent, ig, haha. also probably shitty cus it's stupid and unedited and like. three in the morning.

[3:07 a.m.]

when dabi finally slips into your room, reeking of burnt flesh and ash and ruin, you’re already fast asleep,

(the shape of you heart-wrenchingly small under the thick covers, as if you were trying to protect yourself from- his heart clenches. from him.)

but that’s just as well, or so dabi thinks. the hour is ungodly, and he comes home late - later than late, actually, late enough that it’s early. late enough that you probably thought he wasn’t coming home at all, and who could blame you?

dabi is a man that commits arson and felonies on tuesday evenings and grins at the rising smoke and flames. he’s a man that burns to the touch, if he lets you in close enough - an icarus with melting wax wings, forever falling under the sun because some shitty feathers and a twisted ambition isn’t enough to keep him from burning.

but the thing with you is that you don’t mind the smoke or the ash - even if it means you’ll burn from tending to fire.

because you’re selfless and kind like that - you’ve always been, you with your soft healing hands gentle upon his skin (as if you think he’s actually a thing worthy of such redeeming softness, like he’s actually, really good) and your tender, open smiles and your stupid endless patience that never seems to run out even when he doesn’t come home for days, and when he finally does come, it’s to end up shitfaced and bleeding all over your couch, stealing the change on your counter or running hot when you beg him to stay, and -

dabi doesn’t deserve you, not when he hurts you as much as he loves you. but love has made him selfish - if not a little cruel.

but tonight, he promises, is the last.

the moonlight makes soft of your peaceful, sleeping face, and you’re so achingly beautiful like this, no furrow to your brow or wobbling curve of your mouth.

mindlessly, one of his hands drifts up to trace over the plump of your cheek, the bridge of your nose and then your jaw, stroking softly.

his breath trembles.

there are shadows under your eyes, dried tears on your cheeks. all because of him. what else does he need to see to know that this is what he does to you? that this is why he needs to leave?

for a world-muffling second, there is only the slow rise and fall of your chest, the soft lull of your breathing. the cadence of your heartbeat slow and sleepy as it beats against his own chest, thump thump thumping with your every breath.

and dabi lets his hand fall away, makes to stand up. he loves you, but you’re better off without him. this is for your own good, this is for his own good–

your eyes blink open in the darkness, tired and dark and mournful as you peer up at him through the shadows, your pinkie slowly, unflinchingly curling around his.

“stay,” you murmur, and he can hear the hoarse exhaustion in your voice.

“stay. please.” you whisper again, and dabi doesn’t have the heart to say no.

he slips back under the covers, lets you grip his hand tightly like you’re afraid he’ll disappear again, because it’s not entirely false. kisses your forehead, your cheeks, your fluttering eyelids. your trembling mouth.

“i love you, dabi.” you murmur, eyes fluttering shut again.

“love you too.” he tells you, guiltily waiting for when you’ll fall asleep again.

FIN-

#dabi x reader #reader x dabi #dabi x y/n #dabi x you #mha x reader #bnha x reader #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #todoroki touya x reader #reader x todoroki touya #dabi #touya #angst #angst with no happy ending??#i still dunno #VENT BECAUSE MY LIFE IS SHITTY #AND THERE'S NOTHING I CAN FUCKING DO ABOUT IT EXCEPT CRY LIKE A LITTLE BITCH BECAUSE ITS ALL MY FUCKING FAULT #again.

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thecowboykatsuki-anon · 1 year

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There’s simply no reason that your ex should look so good pinning you up against the bathroom wall in your favorite bar, with your boyfriend somewhere just outside.

No reason that dark cowboy hat should offset his icy blue eyes so well while he’s glaring down at you, no reason he should smell so good when he’s leaning down to press hot open mouthed kisses along your throat and shoulder.

And no reason his voice should be affecting you the way it is when he rasps out that he knows you’re thinking about him when you’re with your new boyfriend, his teeth scraping over your skin and threatening to leave a mark.

No reason at all.

#I’m gonna turn this into a real fic one day #this is 10000% based on Morgan wallens new song: Thinkin About Me #I love me toxic ex cowboy touya #so much #mha #cowboy anon writes #t writes #thecowboyanon writes #dabi #cowboy au #touya #reader x dabi #dabi x reader #touya x reader #cowboy! touya #cowboy! dabi #TW: cheating

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evalineplayz19 · 8 months

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I need help finding yet another fic

Short summary from memory

Dabi x reader, reader is pregnant and Dabi is in jail and the fic starts with reader watching dabi be hauled off to jail and the reader meets up with the todo family (in this dabi has been revealed to be Touya) and reader forms a bond and at the end the reader meets up with dabi in jail and he runs out of his cell to give reader hug and kiss

This might be very vague but it’s all I remember so if you find it please let me know

#dabi x reader fluff #dabi x pregnant reader #reader x dabi #dabi x reader comfort #dabi x female reader #dabi x reader angst

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mha-cuties-pls · 2 months

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Alleyways and Avenues.

Part 2 of 4 | pairing: Dabi x Reader | rating: T (language, themes) | genre: suspense

Read ‘Part 1’ here.

Read ‘Part 3’ here.

You soon fell into a comfortable silence walking down the alleyway; He was guiding you by leading the way slightly, but you stayed close to his side.

Looking up at him, you watched the way his shaggy black hair flopped slightly with every step he took, and the way it seemed to shine so brightly under the sparse street lights. “Do you dye your hair?” You finally squeaked out.

He turned his head back to look down at you, and you saw a small smile curling on his deliciously plump lips- not that you were looking or anything.

“On occasion.” His smooth voice hit your ears pleasantly, “surprised you noticed.” Turning his head back around, he trekked forward a few more steps in silence while he shoved his hands inside his pockets. It almost looked like he was trying to think of a way to say something, but you beat him to it.

“Why did you help me?”

And as soon as the words left your mouth, he immediately stopped walking, and just stood there facing away from you for a second, in silence; declining to answer. At least at first, so you decided to ask again, “why would you help me if you didn’t have to?”

Finally, he turned around to face you, and while you weren’t necessarily expecting anything, the look on his face surprised you.

“I wasn’t helping you.” He said rather plainly.

His expression lacked in emotional investment, and the aloof look in his eyes seemed to come on all at once. It was mildly startling, but you didn’t feel any ill will directed towards you so tried to remain calm.

You stared up at him in silence, trying to decipher the moment you were in. Both of you simply stood facing each other in the dark alleyway, waiting for something to happen next.

Though he seemed to break the tension that was building in the air by throwing you a small smile, which, you hate to admit, made your heart skip a beat. “You don’t know who I am, do you?”

Your face must’ve twisted up into a funny expression at his inquiry, because he laughed a bit at your innocent response. “No, am I supposed to?”

The air around you two suddenly turned light and warm again as you felt his demeanor softening once more. “Not necessarily.” The dark haired man took a moment to lock eyes with you while you walked, and you felt your heart race for some reason as he stared into your eyes with his strikingly beautiful blue ones. Though, he averted his gaze down with a smile still on his lips, while he began to lead you down the alleyway again. “Can I ask you something?”

“Shoot.”

“Why were you walking around back alleys past midnight in the midori prefecture?”

Which was a fair question; the midori prefecture is known as one of the most dangerous in Japan due to prolific crime and poverty that seems to mark the territory. But now, it seems as if it were your turn to be tongue-tied.

Staying silent, you stared up the man walking in front you with apprehension; the way you played the next few moments could be a matter of life and death.

What you were doing in that area so late at night wasn’t exactly legal, nor respected. If you were to admit this to the average citizen, there was a great chance you’d be putting your own freedom at risk.

Though, this man was obviously no ordinary citizen; He was also walking around that same prefecture past midnight, and had this certain air about him that felt as far from organized society as it could get.

But that’s also what scared you- he killed someone in front of you mere moments ago, and he admitted that it was not for the purpose of any benefit to you. He was planning on doing that anyway, so who’s to say he won’t hurt you when he finds out what you are.

Or worse.

“I, uh,” you stuttered, suddenly finding yourself engrossed with twiddling your fingers, “just had some business to take care of there.” Which was not far from the truth, but hopefully vague enough to keep your secret.

Looking back up at his face to see his reaction, you saw his brows scrunched together in question; but he declined to comment on it. It seems as if you were off the hook; at least for now.

“That’s actually why I was there, too.” The man explained, allowing you to drop the previous subject, “that guy that you were having trouble with,” he said with slight emphasis on the word ‘trouble’, “he was in that alley hiding from me.”

His statement caused a jittery feeling to build inside you once more. But, admittedly, you were intrigued; and you must’ve looked it too, because he seemed to answer your question without you even having to ask it.

“Guy was late on a couple pretty substantial payments to my boss,” he said with a shrug, “I was just doing my part of the job to hold the guy accountable.”

Accountable, huh? “So, you’re a loan shark?”

He released a hearty laugh upon hearing your question, and looked down at you with a dashingly handsome smile. “Amongst other things, yeah I suppose.”

Your cheeks suddenly felt hot as he looked at you, but you couldn’t tear your eyes away from his own; and you felt a small laugh bubble up out of your own chest.

As you continued walking down the alleyway, the conversation between you two flowed easily, and you noticed that the feeling of fear you held in your stomach earlier, had dissipated, and was replaced with something else.

Though as luck would have it, your journey with him through the alleyway, seemed to be coming to an end as you approached the well-lit street ahead.

A/N: ahhhhh part 2 omg ! What do you think the reader is hiding ? Why wouldn’t she want to tell Dabi? And now that the walk is over, where will the story take our two new friends next?

#my hero academy fanfiction #my hero imagines #bnha fanfiction #boku no hero acedamia #dabi x female reader #boku no hero dabi #dabi imagine #dabi x reader #reader x Dabi #mha dabi #dabi my hero academia #dabi todoroki #dabi x you

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airanke · 10 months

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An excerpt from a Dabi x Reader story I may never finish.

#All my Readers have quirks because I think they're fun #This is my Beast YN #Dabi's vicious bloodhound #dabi x reader #reader x dabi

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queenbees21 · 2 years

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||•Welcome home•||

Paring | Dabi x reader

Warning | Not prof read | Grammar errors | Gliches (repeated lines!)

Type : Fluff

Other platforms : Wattpad | a03

Masterlist

Dabi walks the stress of Japan, his head down and hoodie up.

He didn’t want to go back to the hideout base, for Shigaraki was getting on his last nerves and he couldn’t take looking at him.

So he took a walk to clear his mind, although he didn’t want to go back there, he know he’ll just be more stressed going back, and leaving again and again. He had nowhere to go.. nowhere to sleep.. or nowhere to call home-….

Dabi looked up in realization, Or maybe he did... he took out his phone and checked the time. It was 9:40 you sleep until 10:30 to catch up on some extra work, meaning your still be up at this time.

He quickly made his way to the direction of your apartment, parkouring the ladders from buildings to buildings trying to get to you as fast as possible.

❦✰ Meanwhile ✰❦

You had a cup of tea and some paperwork on your island counter. You typed in the last sentence of your drafted work and sighed out of relief of finishing the last pages, even though you had a few more to go...

You sighed in exhaustion and just wanted to leave this for tomorrow.. but since your boss is a little bitch.

He won't let you and says it's due tonight, Gosh if only you could punch your boss to the reality that people can't work that fast, but you can't cause you needed this job...

You again let out a sigh and rubbed your eyes trying to rub the sleep out. You yawed a bit and started getting back to work.

Although you had suddenly startled, you stopped what you were doing as you head your bedroom window open...

☃︎_______♚♛

Dabi quickly made his way to your bedroom, not wanting to be spotted and most likely put in jail if they saw him breaking into his girl's room...

As he did he quietly maneuvered himself around your bedroom you made sure not to make a single sound for he didn't want to wake you up.

Dabi was about to lay himself in bed next to you until he noticed you weren't there, he quickly got up and searched around your bedroom hoping you were safe.

He noticed the light coming from under the door across from him that was connected to your small kitchen/living room.

As he was about to open the door. The door was suddenly vigorously opened, he was also met with a frying pan, and with his quick reflexes, he grasps your wrist.

Since it was dark, you couldn't see the "intruder" face, "Well that's one way to greet your man home," The man chuckled, he sounded familiar-

"Dabi!" You gasped, he smirk at your sudden reaction, "The one and only doll," He smirks, slowly letting go of your wrist, since you let down your "defense mode" and placed the pan by your counter.

You smile at him bringing your arms around his shoulders and leaning in kiss his lips.

He wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you closer to his warm body as he ran his fingers through your silky soft hair, twirling the ends of it with his warm fingers.

You hummed in satisfaction and love. You pull away from his lips as he chased yours for another kiss.

"Welcome home Dabs," you say meaning the words and love you have for him. Dabi had widened his eyes a bit but quickly hid the fact.

Thankful you hadn't noticed, you pulled away bringing him to the coach to sit down,

"I'll go prepare you leftover food, I just made it awhile ago-" Dabi zoned out, his thoughts ran to what you had said earlier.

'Welcome home-' never in his life- no, childhood has he ever heard those affectionate words...

Not the sound of dinner cooking...

Or the words he so desperately needed when he always came home to a quiet, depressing place...

No, not until you showed up. You were a blessing in his life, he felt so un-deserving to have you in his arms,

but you just had to crawl your way to his heart and made him see that he was indeed truly deserving of love and affection.

The words you had said might have met ordinary to you, just a small little saying you'd say to greet someone home, but unbeknownst to you, that so called small ordinary words, meant everything to him.

As you were preparing dinner for him warming up his food and adding a little chive flower next to it.

You felt his arms wrapping themself around your waist, as he placed his head on your shoulder traveling small kisses up your neck, to your ear.

"Thank you Baby..." he whispers, yes those words are what he needed most when coming back home to a small little errands he mostly had to run...

You smiled tilting your head to leave a kiss on his cheek.

"I'm home now..."

A/n: Hope you enjoy thanks for reading! Stay safe and have a good day and night 🫶

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ectologia · 4 months

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♱ ˖ ࣪࿐ 𝒯𝐻𝐼𝒩𝒦𝐼𝒩𝒢 𝒜𝐵𝒪𝒰𝒯 . . .

𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓃𝓉 ؛ asphyxiation ﾉ breeding ﾉ doggy style ﾉ riding ﾉ full nelson ﾉ dick piercings ﾉ profanity

𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 . . .

Dabi’s favourite positions.

He enjoys a classic doggy. He loves how his scolding hot hands, ribbed and marred from years of misuse, mould into the pudgy flesh cushioning your hips and tummy. Squeezing the life out of you with clawed crooked fingers stabbing into your stomach while he stuffs his lengthy shaft all the way up to the stiff peak of your cervix, kissing the tiny opening with the dangerously armed tip of his pierced cock, threatening to splurge the entrance of your womb with wet, sticky seed. It makes him feel like a dog, a ferocious hound, a wild beast. Surviving to live and living to survive. Rutting with warm pants and throaty howls, grunting into the soft hairs that line your nape as he hunches over the extension of your spine, anticipating the moment he finally gets to fill your bitch pussy up with his puppies.

On the other hand, he’s also an avid enjoyer of having you hump him. He’ll pick you up by your shoulders, interlocking each of his lithe fingers around your limbs as he poises you atop his painfully erect dick, sitting your ass down on his hips as they bump up into your soft squishy bits, commanding you to ride him like his own little cowgirl. You complain that you’re tired after the first minute or so, it’s a constant but he just doesn’t seem to care. He’ll swat the meat of your plump butt with a flick of his wrist, telling you to “giddyup” and ride him properly, hissing through grit teeth to “bounce up and down on his fat-ass horse cock.” With splayed palms, his hands rest limply at your haunches, stroking the prickled fuzz of hair growing along your calves and below your thighs as you claw and clutch at the layer of fat chubbing his otherwise lean abs, nails scrunching and sprouting along the fleshy ripples every time he bucks up into you with a sly grin. Sneering at your startled yelps and pitiful whimpers.

But what really gets Dabi going, what really tickles his fancy. Is when you let him fold you like a deck chair. His drug of choice would have to be a nice, stuffy full nelson. One where you let him crumple you up like a tin can in his fist, one where he has your legs sticking out every which way, twitching and shivering and shuddering like a spider beneath his boot. He thinks you look so sweet like that, when he has your arms smushed between your tits, and your thighs locked on his elbows, no where to run and definitely no where to hide. He’ll do you in front of the mirror, all so he can see that cute violet hue overcome your features whence he’s blocked your air ways for a second or five too many. Biceps shaking, evidence of his lassitude after purposely trying to choke you out with his manhood fucked half-way inside that puffy little cunny he loves to hurt so much. He’ll chew his lip as you gasp and splutter, barely attempting to stifle the ashen chuckle that threatens to erupt as flecks of spittle fly onto his hairy thighs. Cooing at you, he’ll rub lines into your buzzing clit, nuzzling and huffing into your ear while he taps and faps away at the hard lovebud, refusing to move when you panic, flailing and screeching as the stimulation becomes too overbearing. Only then will he relent, recollecting your flapping arms and legs to spear you from the bottom, lowering you up and down his smouldering hot length, spiked with hooks and other metal weaponry a-geared to tear your delicate pussy open from the inside out.

#𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 . . .#bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bnha smut #dabi #dabi smut #dabi bnha #dabi mha #reader x dabi #dabi x reader #dabi x female reader #dabi x reader smut #bnha dabi #mha dabi #bnha dabi smut #mha dabi smut

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missrosegold · 1 year

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Thinking about posting my Dabi x reader Fantasy!AU story tomorrow. I'm finally content with it. It sits at 30k words so it's a long one, but it's my own love letter to this character, so I think it's fitting.

(Also I gotta get it out before he dies, I'm not kidding. I hope he won't, but I'm not holding my breath.)

EDIT: shit nevermind, there's some things that I want to change reading it again, but I'll post a lil snipit, dont you worry!

#mha dabi #toyua todoroki #dabi #reader x dabi #fantasy!au #my hero acedamia

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somorrow · 11 months

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Karma: Chapter 11 (Reader/Todoroki Touya) 18+

Without your voice taunting him, he lasted far longer than the first time, and he took advantage of it. “Don’t cum yet.” You whined and wiggled your hips. You were close, he could feel it, but the view was incredible.

#reader insert #updates #my hero imagines #my hero academia #dabi #reader x dabi #dabi smut #dabi imagines #dabi x reader #todoroki touya #touya todoroki #reader #reader imagine #touya x you

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serotonins-stuff · 4 months

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He isn't the type to let you bend over to pick something up in peace.

As soon as he sees your upper body go down, your ass perched perfectly in the air, he cant help but appear behind you all of a sudden. Hand reeled back, and bottom lip pulled between his teeth.

Just when you noticed the devious presence behind you, a loud slap echoed from your right cheek and you fall forward from the impact.

The recoil traveled throughout your entire leg, and he couldn't feel more proud of himself in that moment.

"Ow!" You winced, looking back to see a smug look on his face "Did you have to do it that hard?"

"Listen sweetheart" he chuckled, before bending down to place you over his shoulder "If you're gonna wear that around the house you can't expect me not to touch"

"That was not just a touch" you whined, still feeling the harsh sting your behind has been granted with.

"Awww, then let me rub it better yeah?"

GOJO, TOJI, geto, Sukuna, Bakugo, HAWKS, dabi, KARMA, kurroo, Bokuto, Atsumu, HANMA, BAJI, Mikey, RAN, Tengen

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writermask-0807 · 7 months

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dabi x reader {“it’s raining, it’s pouring...”}

A/N: OK I SHOULDNT BE POSTING THIS BUT I CANT HELP MYSELF AND JUST AHHH- somebody call the cops.

Warnings: shigaraki shaming. Swearing, but only like two words, female reader, a little bit of identity confusion?? Like touya is almost referred to as another person since this dabi views touya as another person, whom he used to be. And also Dabi’s very, very ooc. You'll understand once you get to a certain point in the fic but hey, I tried 🤷‍♀️ and it didn't work 😭

It’s raining.

Touya used to hate the rain, because it made his nose itch, because what was supposed to be a cool relief only blistered his sensitive skin even more, because the cold always seemed to worm into his bones and just stay there, freezing him inside out despite the quirk that warms fire at his fingertips.

Touya used to hate the rain, but Dabi- Dabi in all of his lazy smiles and cold-metal staples and purpled scars that always itch and crawl and burn in the rain- Dabi has learned to tolerate it. Love it, even, because after all, it is one of the things his pathetic excuse of a father hated, so Dabi grows to love it. He has learned how to grin through the itch and the crawl and the burn- because it fuels the anger despite the smile and anger is the only thing he has left to cling on, these days.

(Peeling skin and white hair and the familiar heat of this damning hellfire doesn’t count. Not anymore, because they are the remnants of a broken past, cremation ashes fluttering on the wind.)

Except, tonight he sickens of it. Tonight he sickens of the way the rain pours down in cold, aching sheets and chills him to his core, tonight he sickens of the way it threatens to re-open his scars, make them bleed once more, raw and burning and unbearable like the first time all over again.

It’s raining, and tonight he sickens of the way your frightened whimpers grate at his nerve-endings as you back into the corner of the dark alleyway.

Dabi doesn’t even know you; you’re just a nameless faceless nobody unfortunate enough to have crossed Shigaraki’s warpath, and he wouldn’t have given a damn about who his boss kills but you- you look so scared and lonely, your big eyes filling up with terrified tears as you beg for mercy and for a split second all Dabi can see is Touya, on his knees and crying and screaming, and doesn’t he know how that feels?

And Dabi freezes because yes, yes, he knows this feeling all too well and it’s ugly and painful in all of its familiarity because it feels an awful lot like Endeavor’s fist bashing his face into the harsh wooden flooring, it feels like an awful lot like the fire that had consumed Touya to ashes, and it feels like an awful lot like his mother’s weeping and as his tired eyes widen and adrenaline sparks fire at his fingertips, something deep and broken inside Dabi aches.

He’s shielding you before he can even think properly, and when he blinks almost all of Shigaraki’s fingers are digging into that veiny point in his neck that Dabi knows will knock him out before Shigaraki’s quirk would disintegrate him, if he wishes so.

Shigaraki peers up at him with too red eyes that gleam in the dark and hisses a vicious and ugly, “What? She’s mine,” before threateningly pressing another gaunt finger into Dabi’s neck.

Well aware of the situation he’s- well, you’ve gotten him into, really, Dabi looks down at him, eyes cold and carefully empty in the same way he hopes Endeavor’s used to be, hollow and yet intimidating all the same. “This one’s mine.” He says, tilting his head back so that his eyes light up in the moment of lightning that follows, bright and uncanny, his words punctuated with a steady calm he does not feel.

For a suffocating moment all Shigaraki does is just - stare at him, unreadable and equally scrutinizing, and just as Dabi thinks he’s done a shit job of keeping his pulse steady under those dangerous fingers, Shigaraki pulls away, apparently satisfied by whatever conclusion he’s come to. “Fine, but make it quick.” He says, making to leave the alleyway, and Dabi does not revel in the small breath of relief it grants him, despite the knot that loosens in his chest.

Instead, he turns back to you- you who’d been so obediently quiet in these past few minutes of negotiation- but now you’re a whimpering, soaked mess once more, cowering in the dark as you watch him with wide, petrified eyes and Dabi honestly can’t blame you for it, not when he knows this feeling all too well and - he should kill you - he should kill you right now and be done with it, flames billowing in the rain or his hands around your neck, but -

He can’t. Not like this. Not when there’s something suspiciously like gratefulness in your eyes under all the tears and wariness, not when you tremble but don’t run.

(It’s almost as though you know, like you’re peering into his soul, but that thought’s fucking ridiculous and Dabi shuts it down almost immediately, not wanting to face the raw vulnerability it would leave him with.)

Dabi sighs tiredly, runs a hand through his messy, dripping hair, reaching his decision as he takes one last at you; committing every detail that he can make out through the shadows, the terror and all, the color and shape and shine of your eyes, the wet locks of your hair thrown over your shoulders, the curve of your mouth - before he looks away into the tunneling exit of the alleyway, and already he knows that yours is a face he’ll never forget.

“He’s gone. Now scram.” His voice is hoarse as he digs his hands into the pockets of his coat, the rain drenching him in cold. He doesn’t look, but he hears the shuffle of your feet getting up, working hesitantly before you rush past him and zip out of the dingy alley, a bird free from its cage. He’s almost jealous, in a way. He doesn’t have that choice anymore, because that was what Touya wanted, and now Touya’s dead and this is Dabi now. Dabi in all of his lazy smiles and cold-metal staples and purpled scars that itch and crawl and burn in the rain that has, for the first time in a long time, let someone go.

It’s raining, and Dabi walks away feeling something strangely content fill up that gaping hole in his chest, something not quite happy, but fulfilling and warm all the same.

(And if it’s because Dabi heard something like a low, muttered thank you as your shoulder had briefly brushed past his, well, there’s nothing he can do but blame the rain for playing tricks on his ears.)

FIN-

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