#spicy dabi

[jinkicake]

~ ♡ Late Night Visits ♡ ~ 

(( Day #2 )) Aizawa, Dabi, Hawks, Shigaraki x Reader

A/N: i havent written for these losers in months and I haven’t even watched the new season yet but I've seen pics and that’s enough for me.... i had to write for the dilf, the arsonist, the double agent, and the stinky league fan one more time just for fun!-

NSFW // SEMI-SMUTTTTTY

WC - 2,238

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. . .

Aizawa is tired. 

He all but stumbles into his apartment before he carelessly tosses his scarf onto the kitchen floor. With his strong fingers, he roughly pulls at the roots of his hair. 

Almost like thin air, you appear behind him. Had he not been so accustomed to your cold hands, he would have flinched at the feeling of them running underneath his shirt. 

“Are you alright, dear?” You press your cheek into his back as you flatten your hands across his muscular abdomen, it’s no secret that you’re feeling him up but, Aizawa doesn’t mind one bit. If he had any complaints about your (sometimes) odd habits then he would have never married you in the first place. “Did you have a tough night?” 

The gentle kisses you press along his spine, standing on the tips of your toes to reach the back of his neck, make the man sigh in contentment. 

“I’m just tired, that’s all,” He mumbles and it’s a miracle that his words don’t slur together. 

“Sleepy?” You egg on and Aizawa reaches for an empty coffee mug on the counter. 

“Just tired.” He narrows his eyes at the lack of substance in the container, he could have sworn that he filled it up earlier before his patrol. “I still need to finish those exams,”

“I already graded them for you, don’t worry about it,” You coo before you teasingly dig your nails into his sides, Aizawa grunts at the tug. 

It feels odd for the man to not drink coffee right now at almost four in the morning. Still unsure of your motives, he suspects that you don’t expect him to sleep right now.

“Come on, come on,” You push your weight against his back to get him to move but, your husband doesn’t budge a single inch. “let’s go to bed.”

“Let me take a shower first,” He snaps but there is no malice in his words, no threat or anger. It’s more like a gentle nip that makes you roll your eyes. 

“No, I said bed,” Again, you pinch his skin and this time lower your hands to the front of his baggy pants. 

Aizawa gets it now, why you want to drag him to bed instead of force him to go to sleep. In a way, it’s the same thing. You always fuck him to sleep and he falls for it every time with little complaint. 

He has never been able to turn you down.

It’s how he finds himself leaning over the counter, bending over your soft body as he rolls his hips against your ass. You’re much too tight for him to move but, he couldn’t be still even if he wanted to. Aizawa leans on one of his muscular forearms against the cool top of the counter while his hand palms at your breast. You keep squeezing your thighs together and the guttural groans that leave the man because of it are sinful. He’s loud, much louder than he usually is and maybe it’s because of his initial tiredness but you just feel too good for him to care. 

“Are you going to cum for me, Shouta?” Your voice almost sounds like a purr, calling out to him and beckoning him with a backward roll of your hips. The soft giggle that leaves your lips causes his hips to stutter. “Cum in me,”

. . .

When Dabi finds himself pulling out his key to open your apartment, he scoffs. He wants to roll his eyes at this ‘domestic shit’, it pricks him like an uncomfortable thorn in his side. How odd. His heart beats a little faster in his chest whenever he’s around you and whenever he’s not, he finds that the missing beat is replaced with a dull ache. The man will never understand his own bodily reactions and doesn’t want to. He ignores it, like most powerful emotions in his life. 

It’s nearing two in the morning when he finally pushes past the door to your bedroom. His clothes are long gone and now on your floor, phone discarded on your table. He stares at you, in nothing but his boxers, as you rest. 

“Cute,” Dabi hears himself say and again ignores it entirely. He can’t be blamed for it, you really are cute with your leg poking outside of the blanket. From this angle, he can almost see what’s hidden underneath the rise of your pajama shorts. His fingers start to burn as his soul demands to touch you, and like a moth drawn to a flame, Dabi can’t stay away. 

He runs his fingers along your bare thigh, gently stroking your skin higher and higher until he reaches the curve of your ass. It would be so easy for him to push the shorts aside and-

Dabi pulls his hand away.  

Something snaps inside of him as he moves to sit on your bed instead, ultimately laying over you as he stares up at the ceiling. He doesn’t think about his feelings, he doesn’t want to. Dabi continues to ignore the pull even as you squirm out of your slumber. 

“Get off, asshole,” You say this but still attempt to wrap your leg around his waist. When this doesn’t work, you finally sit up and wrap your arms around his shoulders. 

There’s a glint in your eyes that almost makes Dabi nervous. 

“Are you here to fuck now?” You grin and the smile is entirely knocked off of your lips when Dabi pushes you back against the mattress. He relishes in the sound of your laughter, filled with delight, and he tries to think of anything that can compare to it. 

Nothing can but, he doesn’t admit to that. 

He ignores it, like all things related to you, and kisses you instead. In an effort to soothe his racing heart, the man focuses on the push of his lips. He memorizes the way your lips mold into his own, pushing and pulling until your mouth parts open for him. The messy smacks of your lips captive him too well as he lowers himself onto his forearms. 

Dabi swears against your tongue as you spread your legs and wrap your thighs around his broad waist. The dig against his staples makes him bite back another curse but he can’t complain since he gets to feel your ankles pinch his lower back. 

He nearly cums altogether when you loop your arms around his neck and tug on the ends of his dark hair. That’s when his restraint breaks and that’s when he stops kissing you in favor of pinning you back against your mattress with a hand to your throat. 

“Stay still,” Dabi murmurs quietly as he runs his eyes over your exposed belly, the hoodie you were wearing is now pressed over your chest. He lowers his face without a second thought, “and I’ll make you feel good.”

. . .

“Oh, pretty bird,” 

At the sight of your sleeping form, Hawks can’t help but coo in adoration. He immediately sends his wings off in different directions to care for you. One pulls your blanket up higher to rest just under your chin while another brushes a strand of your hair out of your face. 

You’re too sweet, it does terrible things to his heart. 

After his initial greeting, the prohero continues with his nightly routine (the one when he is not on call) while his feathers continue to shower you in love. He removes his outerwear and shoes then heads for the bathroom. 

He isn’t sure when his feathers started to take a more ‘thoughtful’ approach at making sure that you’re comfortable but, all Hawks knows is that he can now hear your moans over the running water from the shower. 

“Keigo!” You curse out his name as you rip the blanket off of you, the vibrations between your own legs are starting to get the better of you. Hawks is now all too aware of the situation, he can practically feel your arousal leaking between your thighs and the little twitch of your clit against his vibrating feathers. 

This is why he never lets his feathers run on autopilot. 

He rinses off quickly, ignoring the soap still trailing down his legs before grabbing a towel and throwing it around his waist. 

“I’m so sorry, babe-” The rest of his apology dies on his lips as his throat runs dry. He thought you were angry and upset since you had every right to be but, this, this sight before him is at the forefront of every single one of his wet dreams. The almighty prohero nearly falls to his knees. 

You’re there, knees bent and spread wide by two of his feathers while another rests against your cunt, and you’re tugging and toying with your own nipples. Each pull of your fingertips makes you gasp out in pain but the ache is quickly soothed by another one of his feathers vibrating against your soft breast. 

Hawks didn’t even know he had that many of his feathers back but, he can’t even think about counting them when he starts to drool. 

“Baby,” He calls out almost pitifully, reaching for you as he crawls on the floor on his hands and knees. You throw him a pointed look before ignoring him to focus on chasing your own high. The slight arch in your back and convulse of your pretty cunt, Hawks knows the telltale signs too well. “please,” He whimpers now before kissing his way up your calf and thigh. 

At some point, he becomes too impatient and decides to trace the expanse of your leg with his tongue. The taste that decorates your skin makes him shiver. 

“Come on,” The hero can beg all that he wants but, his feathers are now in their own control. Hawks couldn’t stop moving them even if he wanted to (not that he ever would). 

In your own way of being generous, you straighten one of your legs and rest the pad of your foot against the thin towel covering his hips. The moan that leaves him is almost embarrassing but Hawks couldn’t care less, he desperately needs more from you. 

. . .

Shigaraki’s eyes burn as he stares at the bright computer screen. For once, it’s not his own screen that he is staring at. It’s three in the morning and you are still in your own little world. 

He’s watching you bitterly as you continue to happily play a shitty farm simulation. Somehow, he’s become so distracted that his C6 Yelan has died multiple times while fighting a pesky low-grade ruin guard. 

Why are you giggling over some pixel flirting with you? Why are you cooing at digital cows?

The need to pull at his light hair becomes stronger and Shigaraki thinks his eyes may fall out if he doesn’t blink in the next handful of seconds. When he manages to tear his eyes away from you, blink, and look back at his phone screen, his entire team is dead. Yelan is gone, Raiden is gone, Kokomi is gone, and Collei is gone. Not like he cared much about the last character. 

He doesn’t even fix his team, he simply closes the app out of frustration before stalking over to you. There’s no effort on his part to be quiet at all and you wordlessly glance over your shoulder when you hear the rough slams of his socks against the hard floor. 

“What?” You hum and barely give him another glance as you go back to brushing your sheep. Shigaraki nearly growls in irritation. 

“Get up,” He narrows his eyes and then instantly regrets his choice of words once you slowly pause your screen. Shigaraki’s legs nearly buckle under the intensity of your glare and he tries to wrack his mind for any possibility to go back on his words before you get the chance to scold him. 

He’s fought proheros before, survived a fucking experiment that took months in the process, and he still can’t face you when you’re angry.

“What?” You keep your face leveled despite the judgment in your eyes. Shigaraki clicks his jaw. 

“I meant, ” He disregards his pride entirely as he looks to a random corner of your room. “Can we sit together please?” It’s your pleasant hum that brings his attention back to you. 

And it’s now his own pitiful moans that serve as a reminder, his pride means nothing in the face of you. 

Shigaraki will gladly suffer blow after blow to his pride if it means that you will sit in his lap and circle your hips while continuing to play your game. Each tight squeeze of your cunt has him gasping for air, roughly gripping the edges of the chair while his hips relentlessly buck up into you. He can’t control the way his gut wrenches and thighs tense as you happily bounce up and down on his cock. Each time you slam your hips down, it nearly crushes his balls and he can’t think of a more blissful feeling. 

“Harder,” He grits his teeth, eyes squeezed shut, as he eagerly awaits the next painful slam. You place your controller down without a second thought before moving again, taking turns rocking your hips and bouncing up and down.

Shigaraki knows what happens when he interrupts your game, you don’t stop until you drain all the cum out of his balls. But, being the masochist that he is, he loves it entirely too much to stop. 

. . .

2023/02/03 ♡

#Aizawa x reader #dabi x reader #hawks x reader #Shigaraki x reader #mha x reader #bnha x reader #Aizawa smut #dabi smut #hawks smut #Shigaraki smut #mha smut #xiaos spicy almond tofu #this is soooo shitty but idc it reflects my sweet dabi

[plooto]

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ getting touchy in public .

he’d love to think you knew what you were doing when you left the house in a skirt and thigh high socks.

he’d love to say that he didn’t walk slower than you on purpose just so he can watch your thighs stretch the fabric.

he’d love to say that he didn’t notice the way the boys looked at you with hungry eyes.

spotting the sign that read ‘ public ’ he didn’t hesitate, not even a moment before grabbing your hand and pulling you into the bathroom.

he pushed you against the wall, squeezing and grouping at anything he could reach, anything that found itself in his hands.

not waiting a moment before sliding your pretty pink laced panties to bully his hard cock into you with little patience.

groaning as his tip slid past your tight muscles. panting against him, the only thing you could think about was how big he felt, how big he felt sliding in and out of your wet cavern.

he filled you with his hot seed, using two fingers to push it back and your underwear to keep it in place.

the two of you emerged from the smile, your boyfriend donning a grin that suggested the most devious of desires.

bakugo , kirishima , dabi , endeavor , kyotani , atsumu , iwaizumi , ukai k. , reiner , eren + any of your favs <3

#bnha x reader #bakugo x reader #midoriya x reader #kirishima x reader #endeavor x reader #dabi x reader #kyotani x reader #iwaizumi x reader #eren x reader #reiner x reader #rae thinks 🍓 // headcannons #tteokbokki 🌶️ // spicy

[an1m3smutt3r]

Hawks and Dabi fighting in front of everyone and in private they're ripping each others clothes off, scratching and biting each other, and one of them gets thrown on the bed and getting absolutely wrecked, it'd be a miracle if they went into work/to see the league in the morning...

#bnha #boku no hero academia #mha #my hero academia #18+ content #nsft concept #sexy content #smut scenarios #spicy content #dabi #touya todoroki #dabihawks #keigo takami #mha hawks #mlm #gay

[honeeslust]

Dabi | shower thoughts pt.2

🖤Wait !!! that last one was weak. I just had to rewatch a few episodes of MHA and now I’ve got it !!

It’s the passionate kisses that feel carnal in nature.

It’s the way he uses his tongue to beg for your forgiveness

It’s the way he makes you choke on his dick when your begging him for his….

It’s the way he holds you so tight making sure that you relish in his embrace while his hands give your body the attention it craves. Squeezing your ass then your love handles and then your breast. All while sucking on your neck and leaving hickeys and bite marks all over.

It’s the way he slips his hands between your legs and plays with you over your panties while your on the phone. He licks under your ear and blows gently… just to watch you squirm against his hand and bite down on your lip while you struggle to keep quiet.

He’ll make love to you, or he’ll fuck you.

When me makes love to you…He wants to see the way your eyes tear up as you come for the 3rd, 4th, 5th time while he tells you how pretty you look when you come over and over.

When he fucks you…He wants to see the way your eyes tear up as he holds you by the throat with his thumb tugging your mouth open. Every stroke hits so deep that you lay there happily being fucked silly. (Drooling and cross eyed) all of this while his haunting blue eyes paralyze you and he calls you his pretty little cum slut.

… and he cannot get enough of you. After 2-3 rounds he’s waking you up by licking your overly sensitive clit. You’re so exhausted that you can only lie there and take it. But he licks it so soft, applyjng just the right amount of pressure just off to the side making you come on his face again. He adds his fingers, pulsing them back and forth and making you come even harder. Then you feel him on your inner thigh as he lies behind you and slips it in while whispering to you how he just can’t get enough. (When I say, till I’m just a pile of writhing flesh and bone… this is what I mean.”)

From the Honey pot 🍯

#bnha dabi smut #bnha dabi #dabi smut #mha headcanons #mha fanfiction #mha dabi #blackgirlswrotinganimesmut #spicy headcanons #smut oneshot #dabi x reader

[berrybanana-arts]

I redrew this one a little while ago and never posted it! I’ll probably redraw it AGAIN soon, knowing me. Have some suggestive dabihawks to tide you over while I wait to be allowed to post some zine content ;)))

These mouths were insanely satisfying to draw, hence the close-up.

#dabihawks #berry mha art #mha dabi #dabi todoroki #dabi #hawks #mha hawks #bnha hawks #dabi x hawks #nsft #tw: suggestive #mha #my hero acedamia #BNHA #spicy #racy #berrybanana

[bakuliwrites]

Veins of Gold- Dabi x Reader

Fandom: BNHA/MHA

Relationship: Dabi|Touya Todoroki x Reader

Rating: 18+, MINORS DNI

Tags: Fluff and Smut, Oral S*x, Blowjobs, PIV, Emotional S*x, Soft Dabi, Blood (Dabi's Tears), Shower S*x, Some Angst

Summary: On the one hand, he’s disgusted by how gentle you are; but on the other, Dabi feels a wretched gratitude. A desperate yearning for you to keep going. How long has it been since anyone has shown him any ounce of tenderness? Any iota of softness? You are the only one in his recent memory that has even bothered. And you do it not out of pity or sorrow. But so frustratingly out of love. Dabi hardly feels worthy. Dabi sees himself as a failure, but you are always there to remind him how loved and cherished he truly is.

Read here in this post or over on my AO3.

As Dabi stands before the bathroom mirror, he’s reminded of when he was little: sitting on the granite counter, watching his father shave. He was mesmerized by the razor gliding through white, foamy shaving cream. He couldn’t wait to be just like dad, both as a future hero and everything that comes with being an adult. Including shaving. 

“Dad, when will I get to shave?” Touya’s tiny voice asks as he swings his legs back and forth, the hollow reverb of his heels tapping against the cabinets ringing in his ears. To him, shaving is the mark of being a man. Of being old enough to be a hero. Just like dad. And probably just like All Might. 

“When you’re older, Touya,” his father grunts, not taking his eyes off of his own reflection in the mirror. Being older was a concept that was so far out of young Touya’s vision. Being older would take forever and a day. In the meantime, however, he could practice for his impending adulthood. Touya would take to standing next to Enji in the mornings, a razor protected with a safety guard pressed to his chin. His father would squeeze out a bit of shaving cream and slather it on to Touya’s little face, who would then copy his father’s motions. Touya tried so hard to embody everything he thought his father was. Everything his father wanted him to be. 

The very first time Touya tried to actually shave, he was twelve. He’d noticed the tiny outcroppings of stubble on his chin earlier that day. Delighted, he hid himself in the bathroom and pilfered one of his dad’s razors. With shaving cream lathered on his face, he set to work. Almost immediately, he felt the sharp slice of it cutting his fragile skin. Blood trickled down from the thin sliver on his cheek. The wound bled, and bled, and bled. This wasn’t the first time he’d hurt himself in his pursuit of emulating his father. And it most certainly wouldn’t be the last. 

Now, as Touya stands before the bathroom mirror, Dabi stares back at him. He finds himself inspecting his skin for any open cuts, but not because he’s been shaving. Burned follicles don’t grow hair anymore. Instead, he’s looking to see if he’s sustained any injuries from his latest battle. His lithe body is covered in burns, piercings and staples holding together what remaining healthy flesh he has left. He looks pieced together haphazardly. Like at any moment, his flames could burst through and singe away the remnants of what remains of Touya Todoroki. 

Good, Dabi thinks to himself with a scowl, Let it all burn. What good has my body ever done for me? Weak. Pathetic. Incapable. 

All his body has ever done is betray him. It can’t withstand the power he possesses. What’s the point of having such a beautiful gift if he can’t even use it without hurting himself? His father saw the irony in it. Too bad Touya was too stupid to realize that. 

Dabi cards his fingers through his spiked hair. The face that stares back at him has lost the vibrance of youth, the enthusiasm of his childhood. Touya is worn down, weary, crumpled. Dabi’s wrath flickers in his irises, blue flame swimming in pools of white, the dark center of his pupils deep, abyssal.

So much for making his father proud. Dabi is the embodiment of Enji’s disappointment. His scarred skin is a daily reminder of Touya’s ultimate failure. Sure, his firepower rivals Endeavor's. Maybe even surpasses it. But the sacrifice he’s had to make to attain that level of power has been monumental. His purpled, pierced, stapled skin is proof enough. 

Haggard, he lets his hands rest against the counter and hangs his head. Sometimes, looking at himself is painful. He can feel the memory of flame, searing his skin, making it blister and burn. The ashen air of the forest scalding his esophagus, parching his lungs. The puckered, leathery bags under his eyes make him look constantly exhausted. So much of his skin is that way now: tired. What a gruesome sight, he thinks to himself.

“Fuck,” he swears quietly, noticing the trickle of blood pooling from one of the staples in his cheek. He must’ve snagged it on his shirt when he was undressing. Frequently, his clothing or bedsheets get caught on his piercings, tugging at the metal and, in turn, pulling at his skin. He’s gotten used to the feeling, often not noticing until he finds a dark little spot of dried blood. 

Dabi grabs a nearby washcloth, wetting it under some warm water and pressing it against his cheek. He hardly notices you entering the room until he feels your hands snake around his waist, gently ghosting along his hip bones and settling on his stomach. You must have heard his outcry, summoned by the whispered profanity. The tiny, featherlight kisses you lay upon the length of his spine attempt to gently pull him from his self-flagellation. Even if you have no idea what’s going through his head right now, he knows you can probably tell. 

“Hmm,” you hum against him as your lips reach his shoulder blade, “What are you thinking about?” 

Failure. Disappointment. All the weak, negative emotions he wouldn’t dare show anyone else in the League. Dabi is confident. Cocky. Nonchalant. To the rest of the world, he’s enigmatic and driven, passionate and grandiose. He puts on a show for everyone else in order to hide the soft, vulnerable corpse of Touya buried in his soul. He shrouds himself in hatred and anger. A protective cloak of flame that drives back anyone who tries to guess at who he really is. 

However, your gentility has always been capable of drawing him out of his darkness. Your touch is a beacon in a foggy sea, piercing light out of a curtain of dense, impenetrable mist. Before he can say anything to you, you come around to his side, noticing the washcloth he’s got pressed against his face. He feels his tense muscles loosen at your touch, the heaviness of his thoughts lifted just a little.

“Did you cut yourself again?” you whisper softly, brows furrowed with concern. 

“Yeah. Damn staple got caught on my shirt,” he returns, chuckling ruefully. You gesture for him to hand you the washcloth and he obliges. Tenderly, you dab at the wound, careful not to snag the cloth on the staple either. Crimson blooms across the surface of the white towel, the scent of iron hanging in the air, sharp and metallic. Dabi gazes at you, wondering why you’re with him, before glancing at himself in the mirror. He can’t fathom why you’d want to touch his gnarled, scarred skin. He reaches down to rest his hands on your hips, feeling the hint of bone beneath soft, supple skin. Every inch of you is plush, a welcome sensation on his calloused fingertips. Dabi is edges, angles, sharpness, while you are velvety, rounded, tender.

You set the washcloth down on the counter before gently tracing the divide between Dabi’s scarred and unscarred skin. His burns are wrinkled, leathery under your touch, a sensation only broken when you graze one of the smooth metal piercings that hold him together.

“Pretty gross, huh?” he puts forth, watching curiously as you move to caress the angles of his cheeks. “Gross,” not because they’re scars. “Gross,” because they are constant reminders of what a letdown Touya was to his father. In their folds, they collect Dabi’s self-loathing and malcontent. Every day, he marvels at the fact that you don’t pull your hand away in disgust when you touch him. He wonders if you can feel the wells of resentment that pool in every wrinkle.

“Not in the slightest,” you return quietly, a loving beam dancing on your lips. You rest your hands on either side of his face. Your eyes are searching for other cuts he might’ve missed. On the one hand, he’s disgusted by how gentle you are; but on the other, Dabi feels a wretched gratitude. A desperate yearning for you to keep going. How long has it been since anyone has shown him any ounce of tenderness? Any iota of softness? You are the only one in his recent memory that has even bothered. And you do it not out of pity or sorrow. But so frustratingly out of love. Dabi hardly feels worthy.

“You’re like Kintsugi,” you suggest. He looks quizzically at you, yanked abruptly from his melancholic ruminations.

“What?” he questions, tilting his head slightly to the side in confusion. Another soft smile from you. That damn smile.

“Kintsugi,” you repeat, “It’s the art of piecing broken pottery back together with gold.” As you say this, you slide a thumb over one of the gilded piercings underneath his eye. 

“Much like a vase or a bowl that’s been broken, you’re being held together again by veins of gold. You might’ve been shattered by something in your past, but you didn’t let it break you,” you go on, tone suffused with affection. Dabi merely stares at you, wide-eyed and confused. Normally he would scoff at something like that. Say, “That’s stupid,” and dismiss the idea. But for some reason, when you say it, it’s endearing .  

“I don’t think anyone’s ever compared me to a bowl before,” he teases, trying to downplay the sentiment. He’s not sure he’s worthy of being compared to an artwork as elegant as that. He feels more like he’s been pieced back together with thin concrete and jagged shards of metal.

“Well, there’s a first time for everything!” you laugh, lighting up the tiny bathroom with your smile. And Dabi finds himself smiling with you, though he raises a skeptical eyebrow at your suggestion. Your look softens once again as you caress the pads of your thumbs against the angles of his cheekbones. 

You make Dabi feel seen. Heard. Paid attention to. And not for his potential to surpass a great hero. Not for his power or any expectations you might have of him. You don’t have any expectations and you certainly haven’t imposed any on him. You embrace him, Dabi, Touya, as he is. At this very moment in time. You don’t see him as Touya, who will surpass All Might. Or Dabi, who will end Endeavor (and likely himself in the process). You have asked for nothing in return. Your kindness and love have never been conditional. This is the first time in a long time he’s felt companionship without obligation or condition.

“I think you wear your strength beautifully, Touya,” you breathe. Touya, he loves it when his name, his real name, flutters from your lips. You’re the only one that gets to call him that now. It’s a secret the two of you share. Soon, the world will know it. But not yet. For now, he’s Dabi to everyone else, but you.

Dabi, Touya, whoever he is, grits his teeth. He can't cry anymore. Not since he burned away his tear ducts. But he can feel the sting of evaporated tears in his eyes. Dammit, why is he so emotional around you? Dabi pinches the bridge of his nose, squinting and turning away. He doesn't want you to see him like this. Weak, tragic. He bites his tongue, hoping it’ll stop the impending flow of sanguine tears. 

"Hey," you whisper gently, turning him towards you, pressing kiss after kiss to his jawline, all the way to the corners of his lips. 

His singed ducts leak warm blood. It flows down his cheeks, stains them crimson, and drips to the floor beneath. The droplets splatter, tiny massacres on the clean ground. He feels your thumbs on his cheeks, quick to wipe up his metallic tears. It's all too much sometimes: his self-hatred battling with your uplifting words. Your constant, radiant affection. 

Dabi feels frustrated that he's not able to as easily express his love for you as you are for him. Often he feels pent up, stifled, unsure of how to go about showing you how much you mean to him. You grace him with your love so easily, so readily. All he feels he can do is greedily accept it and hope you know how much you mean to him. But that doesn't cut it for him. No, he needs to show you.

He leans down, breath fanning softly against your lips as he whispers, “You’re too good to me.” 

A breathless tension hovers between you before you make the move to close the distance, tongue tracing his parted lips, begging for entrance, while his hands ghost along your curves. As your palms smooth over the lean muscles of his abdomen, Dabi deepens the kiss, tongue grazing your teeth. Your nails drag along his stomach, sending electric tingles throughout his whole body. Your kisses grow sloppy, yearning and needy. Dabi’s hands can’t get enough of you. He’s kneading the supple flesh of your thighs, grabbing handfuls of your ass, and wanting desperately to free the strain in his pants. Your hand moves to palm his growing bulge, drawing from Dabi a salacious moan. 

He’s tugging at your shirt, parting from you just long enough to slip it over your head. He smirks at the whimper you release when he lifts you into his arms, letting you wrap your legs around his waist. 

“Join me in the shower?” he breathes between kisses. All you can do is nod enthusiastically, unable to form words as Dabi dips his head to ensnare the pert bud of your nipple between his teeth. He carries you towards the shower, setting you down to get the water started. While you wait for it to warm up, Dabi toys with the hem of your underwear, tickling the tender flesh of your pelvis before dipping his fingers into your heat. He drags two along your wet folds, sucking a breath in through his teeth as you make quick work of his pants. They drop to the ground, pooling around his feet, followed by his underwear. His cock springs free, relieving some of his building pressure. 

“So wet, just for me, babygirl,” Dabi purrs, mischief dancing in his cerulean eyes. His fingers are slick with you as he teases your entrance, hungrily capturing your lips again. Your tragic mewls and pathetic whines are music to his ears as he thrusts two of his fingers into your entrance, his thumb circling your clit. He feels your fingers grasp his dick, swiping your thumb over the bead of cum that sits at his tip. His moan reverberates through your chest as you pump rhythmically, slow and languorous. He follows suit, fingers moving slow and purposeful. He holds out his free hand under the shower stream, checking to see if it’s warm enough for you. Satisfied, he quickly withdraws himself from you, chuckling at the whimper you release as he leaves you empty.

His smirk is positively devilish as he meets your eye. His gaze is intense, dark with lust, as he slips his two slick fingers into his mouth. He licks them clean, dragging his fingers torturously slow past his lips, releasing them with a wet pop.

"Fuck, doll, you taste delicious," Dabi groans, gently pushing you into the shower and shutting the glass door behind the two of you. 

“Touya, you’re terrible,” you coo, and he can’t get enough of how flushed you are. He’s blazing, heat building in his core, fire burning through his veins. As soon as the water hits his skin, it starts to evaporate, filling the shower with steam. He pulls you close to him, your body flush to his. His erection prods at your stomach while his hands massage your tits. He’s about to lean down to capture your lips with his again when your eyes fill with an impish glee.

“Sit,” you command, lips curving into a coy smile. Dabi’s dick twitches with your demanding tone. God, he loves it when you take control. He obliges, like a good boy, sitting himself down on the little stone ledge in the corner of the shower. His cock curves upwards, sitting pretty against his stomach, cum glistening at the tip. There’s a flash of white hair at the base of his dick, leading up in a fine line towards his navel. He watches with wide, blue eyes as you kneel before him, trailing kiss after kiss up the insides of his thighs. You’re extra careful over any of his staples and burned skin, nibbling gently and only leaving love-bites on his healthier flesh. 

“Shit,” he grunts as you inch closer to his cock. You giggle, clearly delighted by Dabi’s blushing cheeks and dopey, glazed look. Your eyes are filled with a playful light as you press a light kiss to Dabi’s swollen tip. He lets his head fall back as you drag your tongue along his length, a raspy groan escaping his lips. Your fingers grasp his thighs, digging into them, while you take him in your mouth. Your skilful tongue swirls around his tip. He tries his best not to move too much, but he can’t help the bucking of his hips as you bob your head up and down. 

Dabi grasps at the glass for purchase, pressing his palm to the steamy surface, leaving behind a smeared handprint as you take him even further into you. His legs are shaking with how close he is, but he’s not quite ready to finish yet.

“Fuck, baby, so close,” he grunts, vapor rolling off his overheated body, “Wanna- come inside you.” 

With his struggling plea, you let your mouth slide off his cock, rising to smash your lips against his. He returns your hungry kiss with equal desperation, tasting himself on you, salty and warm. He pulls you onto his lap, hands gliding with ease over your slick curves. He can’t get enough of you as he lines you up over his erection, slowly lowering you onto him. You moan into him, filling him like burning smoke. His hands grip your ass, fingers digging into your tender flesh. He holds you there a moment, the feeling of your tight cunt around his sensitive dick making him joyously dizzy. 

“You feel so fucking good,” he groans, pulsing up into you. 

“Ah!” you gasp, grasping the tiny hairs at the nape of his neck, “Touya, you make me feel so amazing.” 

You grind your hips into his, the lewd slap of skin on skin made even louder by how soaked the two of you are in the shower stream. Inside you, Dabi feels whole. He feels safe, loved, complete. He envelops you in his arms, holding you close as you ride him, your lips finding their way to the sensitive skin beneath his ear. Here, in the sanctity of your home, in the safety of this shower, Dabi forgets what it means to be forgotten. To be abandoned. The world the two of you inhabit is temporarily limited to this steamy shower, hidden in an eden of vapor and water. 

When Dabi exhales, a wispy trail of smoke pours from his lips. You ignite him, warm lamplight on a pleasant summer night. He’s drunk on you: on your body, your adoration and love. He draws you up, feeling your walls shuddering around his twitching cock. He presses his forehead to yours, wanting to feel as close as he possibly can while the two of you come undone. 

“Touya,” he hears you breathe over the gentle roar of the shower. Your eyes are bright, the corners crinkling joyously as you twitter, “You’re beautiful. So beautiful, my darling.” 

Dabi feels himself break. Never in a million years would he have imagined himself here, cocooned by your warmth and affection, learning how to love himself. Learning that he is loved and cared for and cherished by someone. His cock twitches one final time before Dabi releases into you, threads of hot cum filling you to the brim. Your walls pulse around him and your eyes squeeze shut as you ride Dabi through your orgasm. Your pace is erratic, hips rocking against his. Your lips crash into his, fervent kisses passed back and forth as you each reach ecstasy. 

Dabi feels tears spill over his cheekbones, but this time, they’re not imbued with blood. Molten gold flows from him, snaking in sparkling rivers down his face, pooling in his scars. Your whispered, “I love you, Touya,” graces his ears. He returns this with equal fervor. 

When Dabi is positive he’s spent himself in you, he makes sure you’ve ridden him to your content. He litters your collarbone and breasts with kisses as you catch your breath. He carefully slips himself out of you, feeling his hot cum dripping down your thighs. When you lean back, he beams at your flushed cheeks and radiant smile. Black hair dye drips down his shoulders, washing away and circling the drain, leaving the hair on his head a stark white. You gently card your fingers through it.

“You are stronger than you know, Touya,” you coo, nuzzling your nose against his, “You are so loved. So adored.”  

He presses his forehead to yours, letting his eyelids fall shut as you wrap your arms around him. You remind him that he is not a failure. He is not a disappointment or a burden or forgotten. All the pain of the past, the agony of his present, and the impending future are forgotten when he is encompassed in your light. His body isn’t entirely useless. It can bring pleasure to someone dear to him. It can bring pleasure to himself, too. His flames are destructive, but he does not always have to destroy. He can create, he can build, and he has you to remind him of that. 

“Kintsugi, ” he murmurs, finding endless comfort in the way your fingers softly brush through the pale strands of his hair, “I guess I can get used to being compared to a bowl.”

Your chuckle makes him smile.

“A very beautiful bowl,” you laugh as he beams, pressing his lips to yours. 

A/N: Finally finished this fic! It's been a lot of waffling back and forth between what direction I wanted to go with it, and from it, several other Dabi fics have been born. Those won't come out for a little bit though. But you can certainly look forward to more Dabi smut from me! For now, I wanted to write something soft and spicy for him. I adore Dabi. I think he is so beautiful and passionate. I love him as a villain. His backstory is so very sorrowful. I wanted to give him some comfort and peace. As always, thank you for reading! Any likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated. I hope you are all doing well in this new year! Lots of love!

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[the-grimm-writer]

You want to believe the sweet lies that Dabi tells as he lays back on his bed, his blue eyes soft as you stare at each other.

"I'm going to make this world a better place for us, baby. You know I'm doing this for you." He has his arm wrapped around your waist, your head resting on his shoulder

Not wanting to start an argument, you nod along. "I know you are." You reached out, soft hand pushing his hair out of his face so you could place a kiss on his forehead.

One could say you're also a hypocrite. You were willing to lie to avoid starting a fight.

Taking a deep breath, his hold on you tightened. "Fuck, I love you so much."

"I love you too." You say back softly. And he knows you mean it, but never will he understand the depth of your love for him.

You want to believe him too. But you know you're not enough to replace his one true love.

Revenge. That's all his heart is full of.

Even when you see the best in him, the darkness consumes him, taking place bright blue flames where his love once was.

His touch is getting hotter, scars deepening and growing like an uncurable virus. It's cruel, you think. Claiming that he loves you but forcing you to watch as he destroys himself.

Closing his eyes, he didn't notice how tears streamed down your cheeks. Slowly trickling down his hair as he rested his head on your chest, arms wrapped around you tight like he's afraid of letting you go.

You wanted to blame the universe. It wasn't fair if he didn't kill himself first someone else would. You wanted to blame his father, his mother, his whole family even if it wasn't fair to them, this god awful society that worshipped only people with a pretty quirk and a pretty face to match. Then you'd be just like him.

But you were also consumed by his fire, he has no idea you'd rot in hell with him.

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[yubikyu]

>>>> uncensored version HERE !! <<<< MINORS DNI // 18+ only please!! Sheeeeeeeeesh anatomy study more like um pp ?

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[https-beloved]

"You're such a whore." Dabi growls. "Trying to make me angry, princess?"

You knew this was gonna happen when you decided to walk around the League hideout in a tiny skirt with nothing underneath, definitely flashing the League members in the process.

"Maybe, maybe not."

He pushes you against the wall, his hand wrapping around your throat. He slips his other hand in between your thighs, groaning when your juices coat his fingers.

“Fuck, you’re getting off from this, doll. Is this what you want?”

You smirk, this is exactly what you want.

“Then get down on your fucking knees.”

#—bnha drabbles #—spicy drabbles #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bnha #dabi #touya todoroki #league of villains #bnha smut #dabi smut #bnha x reader #dabi x reader #bnha imagines #dabi imagines

[skipper19]

Can someone please write a dabi and Hawks x reader smut fic for me? I have the perfect thought. The reader and her two lovers are happily together. They're even engaged to one another. They all planned to run away and get married. Run away from heroes and villains so they could live peaceful and happy. One day, Reader gets mugged and killed on the street, and she dies alone. Hawks and Dabi go at each other's throats, angry and mourning their beloved fiance. Hawks blames the villain (mugger), and Dabi blames heroes for not protecting her, an innocent civilian. Both men separate, and soon they completely forget about the love they once felt for one another (not really, they are just on opposite sides of the war and refuse to accept they still love each other). Eventually, years later and both boys are getting really old, both men die on the battlefield and wake up in a beautiful place, but what is even better is Reader standing there, looking as young as the day she died, waiting for her boys. The boys noticed they are young again as well, and they are in better shape now since they aren't so old. (That comes in handy later 😏). She scolds them harshly for separating instead of coming together, but both of them just stare at her adoringly and with tears in their eyes because they're so dumbfounded. They eventually shut her up and tackle her into a hug. The hug soon turns into a more intimate embrace as the boys show just how much they missed their beloved darling. (Maybe the reader can have beautiful white wings as her quirk so she looks even better when they see her in the afterlife, like she just looks so beautiful and they call her angel and baby bird and, you get it, during sex.)

#mha dabi #bnha dabi #dabi #dabihawks #dabi x reader #mha hawks #bnha hawks #hawks x reader #dabi x hawks #hawks #mha x reader #mha #smut #anime #spicy content #writers on tumblr #request #emotional

[procrastination-artist]

POV: it’s Valentine’s Day and Dabi has some idea of how to spend it-

(late valentines piece for the dabi simps!)

for those 18+, see full uncensored version on my nsfw alt Twitter @rated_pa ✨

(also, if you haven’t already, check out my Valentines Day: Hawks game on itch.io! Link in bio 💕✨)

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[honeeslust]

Dabi …

You’ve fought all day and after turn away from him ready to leave, he grabs your arm and pulls you back into him. “Don’t go.” Is all he says but he whispers in your ear while his hands squeeze you so tight like he never wants to let you go again.

Or…

You’ve been stubborn and bratty all day. He’s asked you to stay and talk but you storm out of the car cursing him out. But then…he’s on you before you can reach the door. His hands on your arm, pulling you back to him. “Don’t you fucking walk away from me.” …next thing you know you’re on your knees with hot runny makeup tears running down your face while he taunts you about running your mouth. “I’ve always got something for that smart ass mouth sweetheart.”

He never misses a chance to kiss and bite your thighs. The hickeys on your neck are intentional. When you see the bruises on your thighs from where his fingers dug into your soft skin from when he fucked you from behind, you can’t help but touch yourself thinking about it.

Daddy is a dom yes, but every now and again you catch him off guard when you throw that fatty back onto his long stiff dick when he’s hittin’ it from the back. He groans your name and goes weak in the knees watching himself disappearing under your ass as it shakes for him and he will fill you up with his cum so fast.

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[imperviousmelodrama]

My brain goes feral for these two, but man are they hard to draw.

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[bakuliwrites]

Television/Movie Fan Fiction Table of Contents

Disclaimer: 18+, Minors DNI!!!!!!

The Hobbit/Lord of the Rings

Upon a Forest Throne (18+): Thranduil x F!Reader, As Thranduil's Queen-to-Be, you worry his subjects will not accept you. So the Elven King takes it upon himself to show you just how worshipped you are. Tumblr, AO3

Jujutsu Kaisen

Work Hard, Play Hard (18+): Kento Nanami x Reader, Nanami is working overtime, until he sees a text from you that he can’t resist. Tumblr, AO3.

Milk and Honey (18+): Kento Nanami x Reader, There is nothing cursed in this room. Instead, this bedroom is a sanctum. A haven for their love. Nothing can taint it. Nothing can corrupt or befoul it. It is precious and sacred. Her heart, her soul, is his refuge. And his, hers. Nanami and his beloved enjoy a peaceful, sultry afternoon together. Tumblr, AO3.

Serenity (18+): Satoru Gojo x Reader, Gojo moves like liquid, even in this cramped space. His motions are seamless, the ebb and flow of his cursed energy mesmerizing. If you weren’t in the midst of exorcising the mimic curse right alongside him, you’d pause to watch. You can feel the voltaic thrum of his very soul with every powerful attack he makes. His wrath bursts in rays of light and his brutality is icy cold. You understand why Satoru Gojo is called The Honored One. He’s using minimal effort and still, his motions are awe-inspiring. You and Gojo go on what is supposed to be a simple mission, but are met with more than you bargained for. Tumblr, AO3.

Castlevania (Netflix)

Silver Scars (18+): Alucard x OC, After Sumi and Taka betray him, Adrian loses his trust in others; but, perhaps with the help of a dear friend, he can gain it back. Tumblr: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, AO3

My Hero Academia

Veins of Gold (18+): Dabi x Reader, On the one hand, he’s disgusted by how gentle you are; but on the other, Dabi feels a wretched gratitude. A desperate yearning for you to keep going. How long has it been since anyone has shown him any ounce of tenderness? Any iota of softness? You are the only one in his recent memory that has even bothered. And you do it not out of pity or sorrow. But so frustratingly out of love. Dabi hardly feels worthy. Dabi sees himself as a failure, but you are always there to remind him how loved and cherished he truly is. Tumblr, AO3.

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[happyely]

At the moment I have many ideas that I'm putting on paper, but one in particular is involving me a lot!😏

ProHeroTouya x FemVillainreader!

A very particular Au, I'm undecided on how many chapters to do, I estimate between 15/20 just to do things right and I don't know, I would like to have your opinion🥺, I would also like to put some nuicge, I already have a couple in my head🥰 obviously there will be hot scenes and smut 🥵 🌶️🔞, but there will also be a lot of angst and a lot of introspection.

Waiting for some considerations and suggestions!

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[kaiya-player2]

I'm currently writing another fic (yes, it will be posted on ao3 when it's done. No I do not know when that will be) and I decided "why not post some of my headcanons?" So here you go. Can find some of these in my chat fic too probably lol.

MHA Headcanons: League of Villains

Toga will force other members of the League to give her piggy back rides (mostly Compress and Magne at first, but quickly spread to each member)

Toga pokes people as a sign of affection (she only breaks the skin of the people she has a crush on. Watch out Deku and Uraraka, you two are not safe.)

Dabi acts like a tsundere.

Spinner likes the cold, even he doesn't know why.

Shigaraki can, and will, walk in heels.

Spinner and Shigaraki constantly debate which Pokemons are better (this counts for Smash Bros or literally any game characters)

Shigaraki plays more RPGs (role-playing games) and survival/horror

Spinner plays more FPS (first person shooters) and dating simulators

Compress is a walking uno reverse meme. He'll have way too many uno game cards on hand that no one will be able to outplay him.

Shigaraki takes videos and pictures of his comrades being stupid. He calls them his "save files"

Kurogiri is like a dad to Shigaraki, while Compress is like a dad to Dabi. They both babysit the others.

Twice is way too impulsive for his own good, often lacking a filter

Magne puts him in time out when necessary

Magne is the mom friend/big sister

Spinner can juggle knives with his eyes closed (so can Toga)

Shigaraki is skilled in reading body language

Often times, Dabi has no clue what he feels

Compress is bilingual (Japanese and English)

Dabi knows some English, but isn't fluent

Magne knows some French, but also isn't fluent

Kurogiri is a fast reader

Shigaraki is also a fast reader

Dabi writes poetry (mostly for Shigaraki as I'm a hardcore shigadabi shipper, but more on the complete canon side; angsty and violent poetry with Endeavor dying.)

Twice is dislexic and a slow reader

Dabi is nearsighted

Shigaraki's scratching is mostly caused by anxiety or anger, but is also due to skin eczema

(if having survived Overhaul)- Magne would use her quirk on Overhaul every time she'd see him (probably to throw him into walls)

Shigaraki can drink anything alcoholic straight from the bottle without flinching. He also doesn't get drunk easily.

Compress is a lightwieght

Dabi prefers iced drinks, as it helps cool him down

If Toga wants to be fancy, she'll put blood into a wine glass with some ice cubes. (Mostly did so when the adults drank back when the bar was intact)

Toga and Magne are both hopeless romantics

Shigaraki does have excellent control with his quirk, thanks to finger dexterity

Dabi cracks his knuckles and literally every other bone in his body on a daily basis

Shigaraki also cracks his knuckles, but not frequently

After Shigaraki got more mature, he also got more sarcastic and a total meme lord (also abuses the FUCK out of video game terminology)

Dabi had RBF

Toga also has RBF

Shigaraki ALSO has RBF

Spinner will belp when concentrated

That's all I got for now. Might do more of these later, maybe with different characters.

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