#touya todoroki x y/n

[irisintheafterglow]

but who wants to live forever, babe?

summary: you're too sweet for dabi.

wc: 1.45k

cw/tags: gn!reader but dabi calls them pretty, swearing, brief reference to blood and injury, pet names (doll, baby, pretty), dialogue driven, emotionally constipated touya todoroki

note: this is very shamelessly written because of hozier lol. hope you like it :)

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You were irritating, excessively irritating. 

You woke up too early to watch the sunrise and stayed out too late to see constellations. You lingered in flower shops to touch the prettiest blooms and gave the last of your coins to street musicians. You were the first to suggest the tastiest food around and always volunteered to pay for everyone’s meals, no matter how large the group. You were thoughtful, selfless, and frustratingly kind. He wouldn’t have as much of a problem with it if you weren’t the deadliest killer-for-hire in Musutafu’s criminal underground. 

“You’re too nice,” Dabi says one night after a period of calm silence following the chaos of him crashing through your window and bleeding all over your floor. You glance at him from your spot on the windowsill, peering carefully over the construction blueprints for the following day’s assignment. He sits up with a groan, his hand grabbing the the spot on his abdomen you’d stitched up a few hours prior. “It’s infuriating.”

“A simple ‘thank you’ would suffice, you know,” you deadpan and he scoffs, wincing when pain shoots across his side. “Had it been anyone else who broke into my apartment, I’d have to deal with a fully dead body instead of a semi-dead one.” 

“That’s exactly my point,” he argues, straining his arm to grab the cup of water on the side table. Before he can get a good grip on it, you stand and snatch it from his fingers, holding it enticingly with a hand propped on your hip. “C’mon, doll. Now, you’re just being mean.”

“I’m being nicer than you are,” you counter with an iron grip around the cup. “Calling me infuriating after I just saved your barbecued ass from dying. Didn’t your mom ever teach you manners?”

“My mom didn’t teach me jack shit,” he reminds you, making another futile swipe for the water that you easily pull away. “What do you want me to do, take it back?” You shake your head with a tired sigh, finally handing him the cup. “I’m not taking it back,” he mumbles as you sit on the edge of the bed. Against his better judgment, he doesn’t immediately flinch away when you reach out to check his bandages, your fingers brushing delicately across his skin.  

“I know you aren’t,” you murmur absentmindedly. 

“Aren’t you gonna ask why?”

“Why should I? It’s not like you’re going to tell me why you hate me,” you concede and a muscle in his jaw tenses. 

“Stop being a brat and just ask.” You resist the urge to jab your pointer finger straight into his stab wound but settle for pulling back your hand from his body, leaving him craving your touch no matter how his logic told him to resist. He has half the mind to reach out and grab your hand, part of him ready to beg you to just stay with him. But, when his palm covers the top of your hand, it sits there awkwardly until he clenches it into a fist and pulls away. He tries another tactic. “Look, all I’m saying is you shouldn’t open your window for every stranger that crawls up your fire escape.” 

“But you’re not a stranger, as much as I wish you were one.” You return to your papers at the windowsill and he’s alone in the bed again. 

“You don’t mean that,” he says, his voice barely a whisper. “Tell me you’re lying.” His voice is almost too quiet for you to hear it break. Almost. 

“No,” you admit. “Of course, I don’t mean it.” You were looking at him too softly, too tenderly. Taking him in, stitching him up, and letting him rest while you kept watch was infintely more than what he deserved, especially after banging on your window and immediately passing out when you opened it. “Tell me you don’t mean what you said.”

“I do, though.” You nod and he watches your walls go up in real-time, closing yourself up so his words, good or bad, can’t get through. A million thoughts of panic race through every nerve in his body and only one command makes its way through: Fix it. 

“I understand.”

“No, you don’t.” Your blank expression becomes a frown and you look ready to kick him out onto the streets, or at least reopen his wound. “Let me explain first before you beat the shit out of me.”

“You have thirty seconds.”

“I think you’re too good for me,” he declares simply. He can’t see his truth make your heart stutter. “I think you’re too good for this life in general, and I think you should get out of it.” You scoff humorlessly, rolling your eyes to the side. 

“Because you hate me?”

“Because I don’t,” he corrects. You dare to meet his eye and feel your breath catch in your throat. His eyes are shining bluer than you’d ever seen them before, the scarce moonlight leaking through your window catching in his eyes just right. They’re scorching, hotter and more intense than anything his Quirk could create. “I should, but by some cruel twist of Fate, there are no words for how desperate I feel when I’m not with you, however much I despise that feeling.” In any other circumstance, you wouldn’t be able to waterboard this information out of him; yet here he was, bitterly lovesick and scowling as he told you that he’d rather burn alive than hate you. You fail to stifle a laugh and his scowl deepens. “You laughing at me?”

“A little bit, yeah,” you confess, standing to check his temperature with a hand on his forehead. It’s scathing hot and you suddenly notice the shivers he was trying to conceal. “You must be delirious if you’re admitting this all out loud, and you’re probably going to start burning up if you continue talking.” 

“I’m not delirious,” he grumbles. “And it’s normal for me to get like this when I… overdo it on missions.” Your mouth opens in understanding and he lets you touch his forehead once more to confirm the fever. “I figured you’d know this by now after all the times you’ve had to fix me.”

“Forgive me for thinking that you were becoming ill because you were forced to say one nice thing about me,” you say with a smirk, grabbing a small towel and heading to the bathroom. His voice calls after you while you turn on the cold water. 

“There you go again with your stupid sweet-talking sarcasm. You can at least acknowledge what I just confessed to you.” You chuckle again and re-approach him at the bed, draping the wet towel over his forehead and gently pushing him back onto the pillow. “You’re doing it again.” You make a split-second decision to mess with him, just for the hell of it. 

“Doing what, baby?” The petname disarms him and he blinks at you once, then twice before regaining consciousness. 

“Being too sweet for me,” he manages to force out and you let yourself smile at his obvious blush. You flip over the cloth to the cooler side and he sighs, closing his eyes in contentment. “You don’t do this with everyone, do you?”

“No, Touya,” you answer patiently and something in his chest tightens at the use of his true name. He’d forgotten he told you his true identity, most likely a result of a circumstance similar to the one you were in where he was too tired and weak to think clearly. “You are the only one I will take care of and allow to barge through my window at three in the morning. Not because I’m ‘too sweet,’ like you say, but because I care about you. Got it?”

“Mmm. Yeah,” he rasps. “Thanks, doll. You mind getting in here with me? I’ll sleep better if–”

“You don’t even need to ask,” you finish, slipping under the covers and settling against his chest. “Just stop being an asshole for a second.”

“Hey, careful on the–” 

“I’m aware of your wound, stupid,” you interject. “I’m the one who fixed it, remember?” 

“Right. Yeah, sorry,” he mutters, his lips brushing the top of your forehead. The tension in his body gradually dissipates the longer your skin is against his. “Can we sleep now?”

“If you shut up for long enough, yeah,” you joke and he lightly pinches your side. 

“I finally get in bed with you and you’re not so sweet anymore.” You snort against his chest. “What happened?” 

“I think we both have a lot to learn about each other. For now, please shut up and sleep.” 

“As you wish, pretty.”

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[ayyy-pee]

imagining casual hookup touya bending you over the bed, admiring the view before he slowly slides into you. he takes his time. he's so gentle with you, his rough hands stroking along your back as your walls stretch for him. you're whimpering at the sensation, struggling to accommodate him. he's just so big.

"you can take it. can't you, baby?" he'll ask as he inches forward. "i know you can"

"y-yes, touya. i can take it," you promise and then he'll lean over you, his lips caressing the shell of your ear.

"oh, you're always so good for me," he'll coo, hissing when he feels your walls clench down on him and he's not even fully inside of you yet.

he'll slide his length the rest of the way in while he's still leaning over you, resting a hand at each side of your head on the bed. he won't move yet. he wants to give you a second to breathe. shit, he wants to give himself a second to breathe because one false move and he might blow his load before he's even started.

that would be fucking humiliating.

he brings a hand up to gently caress one of your ass cheeks, gives it a light tap before he leans back.

"you ready for me?"

and that first nod you give is all he needs before he's thrusting into you at a relentless pace, fucking into you so hard, so deep. it's all you can do to bury your face in the bedsheets and moan to try and keep quiet. you're sure the neighbors will hear you anyway. he's fucking you so good, you can't stop your cries of pleasure. each thrust feels like the tip of his cock is kissing your cervix. it's a pleasurable pain that has tears forming in the corners of your eyes and has you gasping.

touya likes this view the most. you, with your back arched, your ass in the air for him to watch. he loves to see the strings of your mixed arousals connecting you two together when he glances down. he loves to watch his cock disappear inside of you over and over as your tight little cunt swallows him whole. he loves the sucking and squelching sounds your pussy makes when he pulls out for just a second just to push back into you.

touya likes you a lot. hell, touya even thinks he loves you sometimes. he can't help but groan when he thinks about how much.

he won't ever tell you though. he's got shit to do. can't afford any attachments if he's gonna pull off what he needs to in the near future. doesn't mean he can't acknowledge these feelings to himself, can't admire how good you feel to him.

he loves the way your moans sound like a sweet symphony. the way your ass jiggles with every snap of his hips. the way your breath hitches in your throat when he licks his thumb just before he spreads your ass cheeks and presses the tip to your asshole. and oh he loves how that tiny hole clenches ever so slightly when he does.

"relax, baby," he utters softly, rubbing gentle circles over your other entrance. "it's just like we practiced"

and then he's pursing his lips together, watching the long string of spit slap onto his thumb. he rubs his saliva over your hole before he slowly pushes the tip of his thumb inside. it's so fucking tight. makes his mouth fall open with a sigh. he wants to put his dick in there so bad. maybe one day.

"o-oh fuck, touya," you whine. "gonna make me cum"

"mmm, cum for me then, baby" he grunts as he thrusts forward. he keeps pushing into you until his thumb is buried to the knuckle in your ass. and then you do cum, crying out into the bed as your walls suck touya as deep as they can, convulsing around his cock.

touya slows his thrusts, rolling his hips forward slowly as his eyes roll to the back of his head in pleasure. he keeps his leisurely pace, moving his thumb slowly in and out of your ass. the way your hole squeezes around his thick digit...the sight sends him over the edge and he's gritting out a quick: "'m gonna cum, baby. fuck"

he's leaning over you again, one hand next to your head gripping the sheets in a tight fist as he hides his face in your hair, his thumb still pumping in and out of your ass as he fucks into you.

touya is loud, groaning and whimpering as thick, hot ropes of cum shoot rapidly from his cock to fill your pussy. and it's intense. so intense touya can't stop the shudder that shoots through his body with each spurt of cum leaving him.

he's still got his face buried in your hair, grunting as he's pumping into you, still cumming, still filling you up. and then he feels it happen before he can stop it.

he's activated his quirk.

it's an accident, a minor thing. he doesn't think he could've stopped it if he tried. the release just felt too good. in the palm of his hand gripping the sheets, touya sees the dark curls of smoke rise from between his fingers. he lets go of the sheets quickly, wincing when he sees the evidence of singe marks in the fabric. you haven't even come down from the high of your release before you smell the burning scent and turn your head to see touya has apparently cum so hard, he's burned through your fucking sheets. and they were your favorite, too.

he's still inside of you, chuckling and pressing sweet kisses between your shoulder blades.

"sorry, baby. i'll buy you a new set" he promises.

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[sweetbbyshion]

-> Kitten

Touya Todoroki (Dabi) x Reader (no pronouns used)

characters: Touya Todoroki (Dabi)

genre: fluff

summary: you decided to adopt a kitten and dabi isn't sure if he likes it

warnings: established relationship, just very fluffy

Dabi is not an animal person. If he was he would have a dog, maybe a lion (not like it would be possible nor he would actually want one) but Dabi just doesn't feel the need to own a pet.

You, on the other hand, decided to adopt the tiniest kitten, so small on his big scarred hand. It’s honestly quite ugly in Dabi’s eyes. You proudly announce that the ugly looking cat is your new daughter, Tuna. Dabi wants to argue why you would name it like that but he decides to let you enjoy your moment. Your boyfriend doesn't expect to be very present in the cat's life and settles for watching you from afar.

“She looks just like you.” you coo, taking pictures of Dabi holding the fur ball.

“Are you calling me ugly?”

“Of course not! She's the prettiest baby.” you smile at the cat, talking with an annoying baby voice.

“Where did you even find it? The trash?” The look you send Dabi’s way is scary enough to make him shut up. After years of dating you, Dabi mastered the art of shutting up when you give him the look. He turns his eyes to the thing meowing loudly on his hand. He doesn't know how long he will put up with it.

It takes a few weeks for Dabi to get used to the cat’s presence. He feels like he already made a mortal enemy. Tuna is still small but her meowing sure is loud, always trying to get your attention when you are too entranced in Dabi. He swears on his life that the little fucker smirks at him every time you stop cuddling him to pick her up from the floor and rest her against your chest. So Dabi does what every adult man would do - he shows the competition that he is the favorite. Whenever the two of you go to the bedroom, Dabi makes sure to lock the door behind him, stopping the cat from entering. But after five minutes the little fur ball will start meowing loudly and you will get up to get it and bring it to bed. Tuna always lays by your side, preventing Dabi from getting close to you and holding you. Not to say that the tiny thing pisses everywhere but you only softly scold it before showing the way to the litter box, leaving Dabi to clean it.

So yes, Dabi hates a small kitten that can't even go down the stairs alone.

Either way, you choose to ignore the one-sided (though Dabi would argue otherwise, the cat definitely knows what she’s doing) fight and force Dabi to spend time with the cat. “You two need some bonding time.” you had argued while placing the cat on Dabi’s lap before leaving the house. Your boyfriend simply stares at the cat before awkwardly petting it. “Your fur is kind of soft, it's cool.” he caught himself speaking to the cat. He puts the cat down and goes to his room before he starts going crazy. There's no way he’ll become one of those people who talk to cats. When he's halfway up the stairs, Tuna’s meow catches his attention. He looks back and sees the cat trying to climb the stairs, still struggling a bit. Dabi sighs, weighs his options, and decides to go back and pick up the cat to bring it up the stairs. However, Tuna follows him like a baby duck to the bedroom and sits by his foot when he sits on the desk chair and turns on his computer. Tuna decides the game he's about to play is interesting so she sticks her claws on Dabi’s sweatpants and dangles on his leg, failing to climb. Dabi sighs again and carefully grabs the cat to place her on his lap. She makes herself comfortable, promptly falling asleep on his lap. Dabi catches himself smiling at the scene as he plays a random game on his computer, careful not to wake the cat up. And if you get home and coo at the scene, he pretends to hate every moment of it. But you can tell the way his eyes soften as he looks back at the kitten to make sure she's still asleep.

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[lvoryingrid]

Birthday

Dabi x fem!Reader

Synopsis: Toga discovers Dabi's upcoming birthday and suggests a surprise party. While planning, she teases (Y/n) about having a crush on Dabi, which (Y/n) reluctantly admits. Together, they create a secret celebration in a secluded forest, surprising Dabi with a homemade cake. The night unfolds romantically, and (Y/n) seizes the moment to confess their feelings, leading to a sweet and unexpected connection between them.

Notes: Happy Birthday to my baby <3

It was a slip of the tongue, one that he took too long to notice. It was just any other day, Dabi was in the League of Villains hideout, waiting for their next move. Minding his own business, Toga, with a sparkle in her eyes and a mischievous grin approached him sitting next to him on the bar.

"Hey, Dabi," she purred, "you know (Y/n)'s birthday?" Dabi, caught off guard by the sudden question, glanced at Toga with a raised eyebrow. "Why would I know that?"

Toga giggled, twirling a strand of her platinum hair. "Well, you know, birthdays are interesting! I was just curious if you happen to know when (Y/n)'s is. Maybe we can throw her a surprise party !"

Dabi's eyes narrowed, a hint of suspicion in his gaze. "Why do you care about (Y/n)'s birthday all of a sudden?"

Toga waved off his concern with a playful grin. "Oh, no reason! Just thought it would be fun to celebrate together. Don't you want to make her happy, Dabi?"

Dabi sighed, feeling the weight of Toga's insistence. The vivid images of (Y/n)'s smile, filled his mind, something that's been happening a lot lately. "I don't know. It's not like I keep track of that stuff." he replied getting lost in his conflicting thoughts about his comrade.

"Hey, Dabi," she said with a mischievous tone, "I was just wondering, when's your birthday?" Dabi, lost in his thoughts, absentmindedly mumbled the date. Little did he know, Toga caught every word, and with a delighted giggle, she darted off in search of someone.

"(Y/n), guess what I found out!" Toga whispered enthusiastically, barely able to contain herself. "Hm ? Oh Himiko! What is it?" (Y/n) asked, trying to keep her voice low.

"It's Dabi's birthday soon! You should totally plan something for him!" Toga exclaimed, bouncing on her toes.

(Y/n) couldn't help but try to hide her smile as she asked shocked "Huh? Why me?"

Toga, with a playful twinkle in her eye, leaned in conspiratorially. "Well, you know, (Y/n), you're the one who likes him, right?"

(Y/n) blinked, her cheeks flushing with a sudden warmth. "What? Where did you get that idea, Toga?"

Toga giggled, enjoying the visible effect of her words. "Oh, come on! It's so obvious. I've seen the way you look at him, all soft and smiley. You totally have a crush on Dabi!"

Trying to deny it, (Y/n) stammered, "I-I don't know what you're talking about. We're just friends."

Toga's mischievous grin only widened. "Sure, sure. Friends who get flustered at the mention of the other's name." Toga says hinting at the both of them, unbeknownst to (Y/n).

(Y/n) bit their lip, realizing Toga might be onto something. "Okay, fine, maybe I like him a little. But that's not the point! We're talking about planning a surprise for his birthday, not my feelings."

Toga winked, clearly enjoying the revelation. "Well, that's even better! You can plan something special for him and confess your feelings at the same time. It'll be perfect!"

Blushing even more, (Y/n) stuttered, "I-I don't know about that. Let's just focus on the birthday surprise for now."

Toga chuckled, her enthusiasm undeterred. "Alright, alright. But mark my words, (Y/n), love is in the air!"

Determined to make Dabi's birthday memorable, (Y/n) threw herself into planning the perfect surprise. With Toga's help, she scouted various locations across the city.

Finally, she stumbled upon a hidden spot in the woods, bathed in soft moonlight, with a breathtaking view of the cityscape.

Eager to share her find, (Y/n) excitedly explained the plan to Toga. "I think this spot will be perfect for the surprise. It's secluded and offers a stunning view. What do you think?"

Toga grinned, her eyes reflecting the mischief within. "Oh, I love it! It's like something out of a fairy tale. Dabi's going to be so surprised!"

The moon hung low in the night sky, casting a soft glow on the dimly lit alleyways surrounding the League of Villains' hideout. (Y/n), adorned with a nervous yet determined expression, approached Dabi, who was casually leaning against the rough exterior of the building.

"Dabi," (Y/n) called out, her voice carrying a subtle tremor. Dabi glanced at her with a raised eyebrow, "What do you want?" he asked, his tone laced with his usual indifference.

(Y/n) took a deep breath, trying to conceal the nervous excitement bubbling within. "I found something. Something I think you might like. Would you... would you come with me?"

Dabi regarded her with mild curiosity, but a subtle nod signaled his willingness to follow. As they ventured through the labyrinthine streets, (Y/n) led him to the secluded outing she had discovered – a hidden haven bathed in the soft glow of moonlight.

The forest, transformed with the delicate arrangement of candles and the subtle scent of flowers, seemed like an ethereal dreamscape. The city below sprawled out like a canvas, and in that moment, it felt like time stood still.

"Dabi," (Y/n) began, their voice barely above a whisper, "I wanted to show you this. It's special."

Dabi's piercing gaze softened as he took in the romantic setting. Before he could say anything, (Y/n) revealed the homemade cake, adorned with a few flickering candles.

"Happy birthday, Dabi," she said, her (e/c) eyes meeting his with sincerity.

For a moment, the air seemed to thicken with a mix of surprise and emotion. Dabi, usually composed and stoic, found himself momentarily stunned. "You... for me?" he mumbled, the words escaping him with a rare hint of disbelief.

(Y/n) smiled, a warmth radiating from them. "Yes, for you. I thought you might like it. Happy birthday, Dabi."

The flickering candles, the distant city lights, and the heartfelt gesture created an atmosphere that transcended the usual chaos surrounding them.

As the intimate atmosphere enveloped them on the secluded outing, Dabi, still caught in the moment, took a step closer to (Y/n). His hand gently found hers, fingers intertwining, and with a sudden yet deliberate movement, he pulled her close into an embrace.

(Y/n)'s heart raced, feeling the warmth of Dabi's touch as his hands cradled her cheeks. His intense gaze locked onto her widened (e/c) eyes, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. The city sounds faded away, leaving only the soft rustle of the night breeze.

The tension between them grew, the air thick with unspoken emotions. Dabi's lips curled into a rare, genuine smile as he leaned in, their faces drawing closer together. The world around them blurred, and in that suspended moment, the line between unpredictability and vulnerability dissolved.

As their lips met in a soft, lingering kiss, the forest became a canvas for a connection that transcended the constraints of their villainous lives.

As they lingered in the embrace, Dabi pulled back slightly, his gaze intense yet softened. "Thank you, (Y/n). This... means more than you know."

(Y/n), still caught in the moment, could only manage a breathless, "Happy birthday, Dabi," before the night embraced them once again, wrapping the rooftop garden in a cocoon of stolen moments and unexpected connections.

Masterlist

#dabi #dabi x fem!reader #dabi x reader #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #touya todoroki x reader #touya todoroki #mha dabi #mha touya #touya x reader #bnha dabi #bnha touya #bnha todoroki #mha x y/n #mha x reader #mha x you #bnha x y/n #touya todoroki x y/n #dabi x y/n #dabi x you #dabi birthday #birthday

[shxtodxroki]

𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚒-𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜: 𝙺𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚃𝚘𝚞𝚢𝚊 𝚃𝚘𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚒

Summary: What are Touya’s kisses like when he’s in a relationship?

Warnings: Kinda heavy mentions of insecurities, some suggestive themes but nothing major

Pairing: Dabi (Touya Todoroki) x Gender Neutral! Reader

Word Count: 700+

This is a series of headcanons I’ve posted for multiple characters so far, feel free to check out other characters’ versions here and you’re welcome to send in a request if you want to see these headcanons done for a specific character: Shoto’s Version | Aizawa’s Version

- I’m not gonna lie, your first few kisses with Touya were very messy and chaotic. I am a firm believer in the inexperienced Touya agenda, and because of his lack of experience, his kisses ended up being very needy, aggressive and sloppy until you showed him what you liked and helped him find better ways to kiss you

- This was not only because of his inexperience, but also because at first, Touya’s kisses weren’t loving like they are now. He still had his walls up when it came to you at first, and though he was starting to let them down, he was still guarded at the time and kissing was mostly a display of base-level attraction and neediness rather than the love and trust he now feels for you

- Now, however, every kiss you share with Touya feels as if he’s desparately, wordlessly pleading with you not to leave him, trying to prove his worth to you with every kiss. And that’s because he is, honestly

- Touya’s beyond petrified of you leaving him, and this is one of the only ways that he allows this insecurity that he typically keeps locked within him show through to you

- When Touya kisses you he also has a tendency to hold on to you really tight, like he’s afraid that somehow you’ll slip through his fingers if he lets go (because he kind of is, like I said before) 

- He typically prefers to have one hand cradling the side of your face and the other wrapped around your waist when he takes his time sharing passionate kisses with you, but as long as he’s holding you in some way, he’s typically not too picky

- Obviously his kisses are always very hot, and I mean that literally. Touya can’t really feel anything in the bottom half of his face, so when kisses start getting more intense he’s prone to getting warmer than usual in the bottom half of his face because he literally can’t feel his skin heating up and he just gets too into the moment

- If you have a problem with it just let him know and he’ll take a moment to regulate his temperature, but if you like it, just don’t say anything because he has no clue he does it until you tell him lol

- Touya’s kisses taste like mint most of the time, and that’s because whenever he goes to see you, he always pops a breath mint in his mouth just in case you two end up sharing a kiss (or many)

- His diet is pretty all over the place and mainly consists of whatever’s easiest for him to get ahold of and cook on the fly, so wants to make sure that his diet never gets in the way of you enjoying his kisses and he always keeps his breath nice and minty fresh for you :) (even though he secretly hates the taste of the breath mints lol, he only eats them for your sake)

- When he’s not kissing your lips, Touya’s usually kissing along your neck, or surprisingly your hand

- He thinks neck kisses are really hot, and he really enjoys both giving and receiving them. Whenever he has access to your neck he definitely takes advantage of it lol (and he always makes sure to wear clothes that give you access to his neck whenever you’d like for the same reason)

- Hand kisses are typically reserved for when he’s feeling incredibly soft and loving, the rare moments when Touya feels completely at peace

- Moments like when you help bathe him in the evening after returning from a long, brutal mission or when the two of you finally get a chance to sleep in and relax together on your rare day off, he’ll take your hand and gently press a kiss on the back of your palm or on your wrist as a sweet, loving gesture

- Touya will absolutely never admit this to you, but you make him the most flustered when you press kisses to his nose. It’s so gentle and pure and the gesture always catches him off guard and leaves him a flustered mess, sputtering and struggling to get words out, though he’d be beyond embarrassed if you ever called him out on it

- But in all honesty, Touya’s just happy whenever he receives kisses from you or gets the opportunity to kiss you in general. He still has no clue how he got so lucky to have someone as amazing as you in his life, and he cherishedsevery single kiss he shares with you in hopes that he’ll never have to say goodbye to the precious kisses you share together <3

A/N: Y’all I swear I am working on requests I have in my inbox as well, I’ve just been super busy and life’s been really hectic recently! Somtimes the heart just wants what it wants, and in this case all my heart has wanted for the past few days is Touya Todoroki (and Rody Soul lol, so be on the lookout for some potential headcanons for him in the near future) so I just had to write these lol. I have a really busy week coming up, but after this week’s over I should have some more time to write, so hopefully I’ll be posting more often again after this week! But I am still writing when I can and my requests are open, so if you have a request, feel free to send it my way! :)

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“Everything” Pt. I | Dabi x Reader

“You love him—everything he was, everything he is, and everything he will be.”

Fandom: My Hero Academia  Pairing: Dabi x Reader  Words: 13.9k 

A/N: I’m a slut for Dabi. Scratch that—I am a MASSIVE slut for Dabi. And that couch scene in 6x17 only solidified my obsession with him. I have no excuse for this fic, except that it’s angsty, filthy, and way too long for its own good. I just have too many thoughts on Dabi as both a character and a love interest and I shamelessly projected myself onto Reader the entire time writing this. I wanna hold him and tell him it’s all gonna be okay, but at the same time I wanna fuck his brains out like there’s no tomorrow. The second half will be uploaded later this week, once I finish editing it. I hope you enjoy! (Now let me go hide my face in shame...)

Also a huge thank you to my dear friend @lostinwildflowers​, who’s just as thirsty for Dabi as I am! Birch, it’s because of you cheering me on that this fic finally got finished! (And further down the rabbit hole we go!) 

Warnings: 18+ only (minors please DNI), fem-bodied reader, spoilers for Season 6 (up to Episode 17 at least), Reader and Dabi may or may not be in the healthiest mindset to fuck right now (that won’t stop em though), Reader is somewhat dependent on Dabi, oral sex (f. receiving), face sitting, vaginal sex, spanking, quirk use, branding, crying (Reader is a bit of a crybaby but she means well), hair pulling, fingering, blood tears, Dabi’s an asshole and doesn’t want to admit that Reader actually loves and cares for him 

Part I | Part II 

You’ve been to this mansion exactly three times before.

The first time was in the middle of the fall, when the leaves were crisp and the winds were brisk. It was an old shabby building in the middle of nowhere, worn out and run down by the countless inhibitors that came before you. At the time Dabi had brushed it off, claiming they were no longer a threat to you, that it was now the perfect little getaway from the rest of the world. (As long as the rest of the League was off elsewhere, of course.)

He had wrapped you up in his arms and pulled you down on that ratty old couch, the one with faded gold carvings and fluff poking out of the torn cushions. You had been a little wary at first; it wasn’t exactly the most pleasant smell in the world. But he kept you busy with his burning kisses and wandering hands, and eventually you dozed off right there in his arms, with his chest pressed against your back.

The second time was in the dead of winter, just before the New Year. You had forced him down on that damn couch and pressed every wad of gauze you could find to the fresh wounds on his arms and torso. The bastard had been too rough and ripped his staples again, a thin trickle of red seeping down his skin. You had yelled at him for that, as though you were his mother and not just the girl he’d preferred to keep his bed warm. So loud your voice rang throughout the halls of the mansion, enough for Twice and Toga to peek their heads around the corner to see what all the fuss was about.

The third time was a little more pleasant, on the eve of the eighteenth of January. A night of strolling around the city too far from home led you back to the quiet mansion—luckily you were the only ones there at the time. The two of you were tipsy on whatever booze Dabi had managed to get his hands on that day; your lips were thrumming from his kisses, your body as light as a feather in his arms. He carried you into a secluded room on the second floor, the one he’d claimed for his own so long ago, and his fingers pressing into the meat of your thighs. Before you knew it you were being crushed beneath him on the bed, moaning his name into his mouth as he slipped your shirt over your head.

Neither of you awoke until late the next morning, when he oh-so generously accompanied you on the walk back to your apartment, pulling a worn black hoodie over your head to hide the bruises on your neck and arms. It was frayed at the sleeves and smelled of smoke, but it was the warmest thing you’d ever worn in your life.

And now you’re standing outside this mansion a fourth time, with that old hoodie hugging your chest, keeping out the last winter chill of the season.

The League has never kept the doors locked—both for easy access and knowing just how they managed to wipe out the last group that lived in this mansion—so it’s not hard to slip in through the front. The halls are dark and silent, the scent of musk so strong you cover your nose with the sleeve of the hoodie. Not like smoke is much better, but still…

And that’s when you hear it: a faint chuckle, deep and raspy, at the very end of the hall. The slightest flicker of blue coming to life among the shadows.

You swallow once, stilling your trembling fingers in the pockets of the hoodie, and start to walk forward.

He’s standing there in the middle of the living room (at least that’s what Toga calls it; it only has a couch and a few dressers for decorations, mostly the knives she likes to keep on display for the rest of you to see). Your jaw drops at the sight of marred skin, a deep purple shade stretching across the length of his back, over his arms and down to his hipbones. He grunts as he presses down hard on one of the staples in his wrist, locking it back into place with a sigh.

You gasp, but he doesn’t turn around at the sound. Instead he rolls his shoulders back, cocks his head as he focuses on another staple splitting his skin apart.

“Dabi.” Your voice is a whisper, too quiet for him to hear. Or maybe he’s just ignoring me. You clear your throat and try again: “Dabi, you’re hurt. I can—”

He says your name then, and your blood turns to ice in your veins. He heaves a sigh as he tugs out a rusted staple from his wrist, flicking it to the ground before reaching for a fresh one on the dresser closest to him.

“I told you to stay away. So go home.”

Your breath catches in your throat; your heartbeat echoes in your ears. The black hoodie suddenly feels too snug around your neck as you glare at him, at the ragged skin his flames have left behind.

“You’re not serious. Two weeks—no, three weeks of complete radio silence, and that’s all you have to say to me?” It’s getting harder to stare at him when your eyesight’s getting all blurry. You brush your eyes with the sleeve of the hoodie, but that just makes you feel even worse. Damn smoke.

He doesn’t answer, only winces as another new staple buries itself into the skin of his wrist. You take a step forward, ready to clean the blood off his back or smack him upside the head, you’re not sure which one just yet.

But then he’s staring at you from over his shoulder, and all you can see are the patches beneath his eyes, the fresh burns stretching past the silver staples in his cheeks.

“Why are you here?” he asks, and you shiver at the forlorn look in those beautiful blue eyes. “You’re supposed to be home by now, it’s getting late. Leave already.”

“No.” The words pour out of you so fast you barely register what you’re saying. “Not again. I’m not leaving after you—” You swallow the lump in your throat, well aware of those eyes on you. “…After seeing that video—I couldn’t even…”

Fuck, it seems so long ago. Nearly a month of silence from Dabi, of sitting in your apartment wondering if you should leave the window unlocked for him even though he hates it, of checking your phone for any messages from unknown numbers, of constantly wondering if there was anything you could’ve said or done to keep him from walking out that night—

To staring at the little TV in your living room, a broken mug lying at your feet, your second cup of coffee soaking through the carpet. To feeling the tears well up in your eyes as you saw him, burn scars and all, revealing the truth about himself and the family he’d come from.

“Touya.”

It used to be your little secret. Something he mumbled into your hair as you patched him up one night, assuring him and yourself that he wouldn’t die. Something you’d panted into his mouth as he pressed you into the mattress in your bedroom, curling his fingers around your own. Something he’d trusted you with.

And now everyone knows about it; his family, his story, his name. Everyone knows and he can’t take it back.

But a part of you thinks he doesn’t want to take it back. That wild look in his eye, that gleeful smile that nearly rips his staples apart. The world is in shambles because of him and he fucking loves it.

“Touya,” you try again, “let me help you. You…you need to be cleaned up, I can take care of you…”

He makes no move to run as you step closer, hands barely brushing his ragged arms. Tears are spilling down your cheeks, mirroring the trickles of blood sliding down his chest. You can remember burning your hand on the stove so many years ago, even when your mother warned you to be careful. You had whined about the pain until she wrapped it up and gave you a kiss, chiding you for acting like such a child.

You can’t imagine being burned like this—your body being eaten by your own flames—the thought makes your stomach roll into itself.

“C’mon.” You pull him closer to the dresser, grimacing at the tray of fresh staples in front of you (as well as its bloodied twin). A familiar dance for the two of you. “I got you.”

You’re safe with me.

He’s silent as you clean out his wrists, leaving bloody tissues all across the dresser and floor, wincing at every bit of silver biting into his skin. Open, close, open, close. He doesn’t complain, not even once as you try your best to stitch him up. You keep your mouth shut, even though your tongue is burning with all the things you want to say. Too scared that even the slightest bit of noise will chase him off again, and you’ll be left at square one once more.

When the blood is cleaned off and the staples are secured, you steal a glance at the palm of his hand. Cringing as the rough purple skin stretches all the way up to his fingers. Can he still feel anything? Or are his nerves shot for good?

The thought makes your stomach churn. Without thinking you lean into his palm, splaying his fingers across your cheek.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sor—”

“For what?”

His voice is rough, and when he pulls his hand away you want to burst into tears. He gives your head a messy pat, mussing up your hair before walking to the other end of the room.

“You got nothin’ to feel sorry for, doll. So don’t go saying shit that’s not true.”

Your tongue feels heavy against my lips. “W-what?”

“You patched me up, I won’t bleed out. So you can go already.” He sprawls himself across that ratty old couch, legs hanging off the arm as he drapes a hand across his forehead. “Leave.”

“But… I don’t want to…”

Suddenly you feel like a child again, clinging to your parents and begging them for just five more minutes of fun before bedtime. There’s a horrible nagging feeling in the pit of your stomach, laughing at you, taunting you for how stupid you are.

He doesn’t want you here. Just get out of here before you make things worse.

But you know that if you walk out that door right now, you may never see this man in the flesh ever again.

You can’t let him get away. Not again—not ever.

“I’m staying.” Dabi’s eyes are practically glowing in the dark, watching your every move as you cross the room to follow him. “You don’t get to tell me that after all this time. So I’m staying, whether you like it or not. So stop trying to get me to leave!”

The chuckle he gives sends a chill down your spine. He leans further into the couch and rests his arm against his forehead.

“Everyone leaves sooner or later, dollface.”

Oh.

That’s where his mind is at right now.

He likes to put up a front. Likes to hide behind sarcastic comments and unimpressed looks. Shows off his power any chance he gets just to remind everyone how strong he is, how easily he could incinerate everyone with a single flick of his hand.

But you can still see the little boy with white hair, begging for his father’s approval, masking his sadness with a smile.

“…Well, I’m not planning on leaving anytime soon.” You flump down on the floor with a huff, back pressing into the worn out couch, legs sprawled out in front of you. “So get used to having me around.”

He doesn’t seem happy, but at least he’s not trying to get you to leave anymore. For now, at least.

The two of you bask in the silence of the shadowy room, neither one acknowledging the other. You pull your knees up to your chest and keep your eyes forward, staring at the sliver of moonlight that seeps through the single window ahead, as Dabi’s soft breathing lulls you into a semi-relaxed state.

There are so many things you want to tell him, to ask him, to scream at him. Why didn’t you come home after that night? What did I do wrong to make you stay away? Why do you insist on pushing me away when you know all I want to do is help you?

It’s still so raw, the memory of his last night in your apartment. Early February—just two days shy of Valentine’s Day, the prick—at close to three in the morning. One minute you were sleeping soundly in your bed with his arms wrapped around your waist; the next you were begging him not to leave, fat tears streaming down your cheeks.

Demanding to know why he decided to leave after all this time, after so many months of bliss. Recalling the promise you’d made to him on his birthday in this very house, in the old room he’d claimed for himself. And when that didn’t work you started throwing things—pillows, clothes, his stupid pack of cigarettes—anything you could get your hands on. Anything to get him to stay, even for just one more night.

But he’d pulled on his shirt and walked out the door—the first time he’d ever used the door instead of the window. He left you there in the living room, tearing at your hair as your chest wracked with sobs.

I hate you. I hate you, I hate you, I fucking—

“Still have that shitty hoodie, huh?”

His voice is raspy when he speaks, a low sound that snaps your head from your arms. You try not to look at him as you nod, hugging your knees closer to your chest. A whiff of smoke crosses your nose when you tug the collar of the hoodie over your mouth, as though it were a scarf.

“Looks good on you, doll.” Dabi gives a breathless laugh, and it’s hard not to turn your head to look at him. Of all the things he could talk to you about, he chooses that?

Maybe it’s just his way of appeasing you, as though you’ll forget the last few weeks ever happened.

“Better on you than me; I always hated wearing it. Too stuffy and hot. It always got—”

“Caught on your staples, I know.” The words are already falling from your mouth; no matter how hard you grip your arms or bite your tongue, they just keep on coming. “That’s why you don’t like to wear sweaters, they make you itch and you overheat way too fast.”

Silence—for a moment you wonder if you’ve said the wrong thing. You swallow hard and twist your head, nails biting into the sleeves of the hoodie. His arm is over his eyes, but you can still see the slight quiver in his jaw when you start talking.

“I know you can’t stand being in a car for more than ten minutes, or else you’ll start to feel sick. I know you like to drink but not too much, because you hate the way it makes you feel like you’re losing control of your body. You hate the way your head starts swimming and you have to lay down with a rag on your head. I know you prefer Camels but you can’t always find them, and that’s why I keep a stash of them on the kitchen counter, in case you end up running out.”

Your hands are clenched into fists now, your heart leaping in your throat with every word you say. You have no idea if he’s even listening, or if he’s fallen asleep from exhaustion or boredom. But there’s no stopping the words from spilling out, your tongue burning with every syllable, every breath you suck in just to calm your racing heart.

“You like sleeping on your left side rather than your right because you think it helps you fall asleep faster—and it doesn’t hurt as much, the worst of your scars are on your right side. You’re a fan of that special cherry-scented shampoo in my bathroom, the one you always use whenever you beg me to bathe with you. You still have that stupid keychain I got for you last Christmas, the one that splits into two halves of a heart. And don’t think I haven’t noticed the way you leave out some food for the stray cats in the alley behind my apartment—because I know it’s you. Only you could leave a tray of cat food smelling like an ashtray, dummy.”

That was quite a sight to wake up to: a ragtag group of kittens right below your kitchen window, lapping up food from a little silver tin—something that had definitely not been there the night before. And while the whole alleyway smelled of smoke and ash, there wasn’t a single cigarette stub to be found on the pavement. Too worried one of the cats might decide to chew on them, probably. As much as he tried to downplay it, Dabi did have a soft spot for animals. He had a heart of his own, somewhere in that scarred, ragged chest of his.

Which is why this whole situation hurts you so much. You know he cares about whatever kind of bond the two of you have. You know he’s so much more than what he claims to be. You know that deep down inside him, he’s still the boy with the bright blue eyes—Touya Todoroki, the boy who dreamed of becoming a hero one day.

I know you, so let me in. I’ll still be by your side, no matter what you do.

“And I know that I could never leave you when you’re in pain like this, even if you tell me to.” It’s hard to keep your voice soft, but you try your best anyway. Anything for him. “Even if you scream at me and try to scare me, I’ll never leave you. Not now, and not ever. So please, just…”—suddenly there’s a lump in your throat, your eyes growing blurry at the edges—“…let me help you.”

He could scoff and brush you off. He could glare and demand for you to get out. He could crush you so easily, referring to the last actual conversation you had, where he claimed you were nothing more than a way for him to blow off some steam. He could incinerate this entire mansion, taking you down with it—and quite possibly himself. But no matter what happens, or what he may do, you have to stand your ground. You made a promise not only to him, but to yourself as well. To keep the two of you safe, even if the entire world stood against you. To love him until you took your dying breath, and to trust in him to do the same for you.

I don’t care what you’ve done or who you are, or even what you plan to do. No matter what happens, I will always have a special place in my heart for you.

Those were the exact words you’d said to him on his birthday, in this very mansion. And you still meant every single one of them, as if you’d said them just moments ago.

“…C’mere.”

Your mouth falls open when he finally moves his arm away from his face, only to drum his fingers against his bare chest. Those blue eyes are unnaturally bright, beckoning you closer—as though he’s the devil you’ve been warned to stay away from your entire life.

It’s a bit awkward at first, stumbling off the floor and crawling up the length of his body. But there’s no word of protest, no sign of discomfort as you throw one leg over his waist, settling down on his hips as gently as you can. Suddenly those scarred palms are stretching out to you, and you lean in to press a line of kisses across the fresh purple marks.

“Stubborn little shit.” The words are harsh but there’s no bite to them—only a soft glint in those beautiful eyes of his. “It’s too late for you to head back home already, isn’t it?”

You give him a shrug, dragging your mouth to the inner part of his wrist. “I guess so. Like hell am I leaving you here all alone with those injuries.”

You both know he’s lived through worse, a few misplaced staples aren’t going to kill him overnight. But you’ll take any excuse you can get to stay with him, even for just a bit longer.

He hums at that, leaning his head against the arm of the couch. His fingers are warm against your skin, brushing across your forehead as he sweeps a few stray pieces of hair off to the side. When he’s done you take ahold of his wrist again, pressing a few kisses against the fresh staples in his palm, as soft as you can manage. That gets a laugh from him—short and breathless, but a laugh nonetheless.

“Never know when to quit, do you? You keep chasin’ after me, even when I tell you not to. I thought you had a brain in that pretty little head of yours, doll.”

“I do, and I could’ve easily let you bleed out from your wounds.” You run your hands across the staples on his chest, down his abdomen before working your way back up his arms. “But I didn’t, because I’m just that kind of person.”

“Hm, a good girl who’s got a soft spot for a dangerous villain?”

“You’re not a villain,” you tell him, even though you both know that’s a blatant lie. “And I don’t have just a soft spot for you. I…”

One minute the words are there on your tongue—and the next your lips are pressed together, too afraid to speak as those burning blue eyes bleed into your own.

I love you. That’s all you have to say; three simple words, and your fate is sealed.

So…why are they so fucking hard to say out loud?

You do love him. You love him so much your chest aches whenever you look at him. It hurts whenever you know he’s putting himself in danger, risking his life to destroy what made him this way in the first place. He tries to hide it with a cocky smirk and a few flirtatious comments, but you know him better than that. This is the same man who huddles deep under the blankets of your bed with you, even though he claims they’re too scratchy against his skin. The same man who rests his head in your lap and lets you play with his hair, who will sometimes ask about whatever book you’re currently reading at the moment. The same man you’ve caught, on at least two separate occasions, staring at himself in the bathroom mirror, hunched over the running sink, a thin trail of blood trickling from the staples embedded beneath his eyes. The same man who doesn’t even protest as you wrap your arms around him and lead him back to bed, reminding him of just how much he’s needed—how much you need him—with gentle kisses and soft-spoken words.

You love him—everything he was, everything he is, and everything he will be.

He reaches up and presses his thumb and forefinger into your chin, bringing your face down to his. Apparently you’re taking too long to respond.

“Listen to me, doll.” A shiver sweeps down your spine at the familiar pet name. “Are you really willing to sign your life away for a piece of shit like me?”

There he goes again, degrading himself and his worth. Sometimes you wish you could meet the man who did this to him. Stare his father straight in the eye and demand to know what prompted him to treat his own son this way. As though if he wasn’t the epitome of perfection, he was just a worthless waste of space.

“We’ve been over this, Touya.” You can see the twitch of his jaw at his name, his real name spilling from your lips. “You are not a piece of shit. And I wouldn’t be signing anything away; I knew damn well what I was getting myself into when I let you kiss me for the first time.”

A memory from so long ago, of drunken laughter and his heavy coat draped over your shoulders—and your incessant whining that the sleeves weren’t long enough to keep you warm. He had rolled his eyes and shut you up with a kiss, before scooting over to sit behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist. Claiming that he would keep you warm instead, while you’d been too stunned to speak. Too preoccupied with the taste of his lips—of booze and smoke…and of the slightest scent of cedarwood.

“You’re a pain in my ass and you always know what to say to push my buttons, and I’m still pissed at you for leaving that night—and not coming to visit afterwards. You’re an asshole, no way around it.”

You can feel the tension slipping from your shoulders, the cloud of frustration finally easing from your mind as you reach down to take his face in your hands. Palms pressed against his ragged skin, thumbs grazing the staples below his eyes, savoring the way his lips part at your touch, the way his eyelids flutter as you lean in close. His fingers are burning against your waist, but you trust him not to burn you to ash. You still trust him, even though he’s given you every reason not to.

“But you’re mine. My pain in the neck, my villain, whatever you want to call yourself. My Dabi, my Touya—it doesn’t matter to me, as long as I get to have you.”

It’s the closest you can get to those three damn words without bursting into tears. But he seems to understand, because suddenly he’s twisting his hands into your hair and yanking you down for a searing kiss.

You can remember the first time he kissed you, how you knew you would never get tired of feeling his mouth on your own, or tasting his lips, or seeing the smug look on his face as he pulled himself away, just to see you breathless and begging for more. It’s still the same now, more or less, but with an underlying heat between your bodies. An undeniable wave of desire, crashing over your heads until the only thing you can see, touch, taste, is each other.

A groan slips through his mouth as he tugs you up the length of his body, mismatched lips finding their way to the familiar pulse point in your neck. He’s quick with his work, sucking a fresh bruise just below your jaw, where he knows his hoodie won’t be able to reach. It’s hard not to whine as he works his way down your neck, nipping and sucking as you bury your face and fingers into his soft white hair.

Fuck, you’ve missed this. How long has it been since he’s held you against his body like this, drawing out this wild side, this primal need for him, that only he can hope to tame?

Too long—too fucking long.

“D-Dabi,” you’re panting against his hair, moaning as he ruts his hips up into yours. “…It’s too dark in here—n-need to see you—”

He’s sitting up in a flash, one arm coiled around your waist with his other stretched out behind him. A gentle stream of flame erupts from his palm, illuminating his eyes before settling into the fireplace beside the couch. A thin trail of smoke rises from his wrist, reminding you of all the cigarettes he would smoke out on your balcony in the dead of night.

“Better, doll?”

“Better,” you whisper, and he smirks before pressing his mouth to yours once more.

For a moment, you forget about everything that’s led you up to this point. For a moment there’s no war between heroes and villains, no innocent civilians caught in the crossfire, no heartbroken memories or damning videos. There’s just the two of you within these four walls, all alone for the first time in almost a month.

And fuck if you’re not going to take advantage of every single second you can.

You push down on his chest, mindful of the scars and staples, and he falls back against the arm of the couch with a grunt. That lopsided smirk, the mischievous glint in his eye—he looks way too pleased with himself, a surefire warning to be on guard. He can be dangerously unpredictable in bed, more so after a mission or a fight with some heroes. All that adrenaline pumping through his veins gives him an extra edge, one he’s all too willing to exploit when he’s tangled up with you.

“Let’s get this off,” he mumbles, lifting the hem of your hoodie, his hoodie over your stomach.

“I’ll be cold,” you whine, but you still let him slip it over your head.

“Don’t worry, doll.” He tosses it to the floor, his mismatched lips grazing the shell of your ear. “I’ll be sure to keep you warm.”

Your shirt follows not too long after, and then he’s kissing his way across your chest, needy fingers already fumbling with the clasp of your bra. You roll your eyes and bat his hands away, and it’s hard not to giggle at the unimpressed look on his face. As though you had the sheer audacity to deny him of what’s rightfully his.

“Your turn, dummy. I’m not gonna be the only one who gets stripped down tonight.”

“Aww, this isn’t enough for you?” He motions to his bare chest with a wave of his hand, looking even more offended when you shake your head at him.

“No, not yet.” He groans when you shift a bit lower in your place against his hips, thumbing the silver button of his pants, licking your lips at the thin trail of white hair that disappears below the waistband. “I wanna see even more of you.”

“Then you better work for it,” he growls, but the feral look in his eye and the way his lip curls over his teeth tells you he wants this just as much as you do. He nestles into the arm of the couch, hands resting behind his head, as he gives an experimental buck of his hips—one that makes you gasp and your face flush with heat.

“You want it that badly, doll? Then show me what you’re made of.”

“Oh I plan to, Touya.”

You crush your mouth against his own, fumbling with that tiny silver button, sighing into his mouth when you finally manage to unclasp it. Your fingers dip down beneath the waistband, down the fabric of his boxers and over the slick patch of skin beneath. He’s so hot, literal flames coursing through his veins with every breath he takes. So dangerous, so lethal.

But you’ve never been scared of him, and you don’t plan on starting now.

He sucks in a sharp breath as he lifts his hips slightly, allowing you to slip his pants down to his thighs. But when you drag them down to his knees his hand suddenly curls around your wrist, freezing you in place.

His eyes are wide, his mouth agape, his fingers trembling against my skin.

“Doll…”

It’s not a warning, rather a plea. And it makes your heart ache in your chest all over again.

He’s always kept some of his clothes on during sex, even if they irritate his skin. Usually it’s enough for him to lower his pants just enough to free himself, especially if you’re in a well-lit room. Unless you’re in complete and total darkness, he refuses to strip down completely when he’s with you.

Part of you thinks he’s ashamed of the scars. You know exactly how much of his body they cover, from his face, down his chest, and over his legs. But you’ve never shied away from them, even when they’re still fresh and steaming. They’re just a part of him, the same as his eyes or his hair or that sharp tongue he likes to flaunt around. Another bit of Dabi you’ve grown to admire and love.

“Let me see,” you whisper, kissing the healthy swath of skin on his cheek. “You’re beautiful, Touya, and I want to see all of you.”

Touya, Touya, Touya. How many times has that name crossed your lips? How many nights had he drawn it out of you, breathless and soft as you squirmed beneath his body? How many times did you whisper it into your pillow, tears staining your lashes, as your last night replayed itself over and over again in your head?

Such a lovely name, and you’re still so proud of him for trusting you with it.

“Because you’re mine, right?” His fingers slowly unravel themselves from your wrist. Slowly, but surely. “You’re mine, as much as I’m yours… If you’ll have me, that is,” you add with a nervous giggle.

You’ve been so caught up in wanting to prove to him that you want him, that you never stopped to check if he wants you in the same way. I guess that’s what I get for being so eager.

He scoffs, tangling his fingers in your hair once more. “Fuck, you know I want you, dollface.”

Your chest swells with pride—and something else you’re not quite ready to put a label on just yet.

“I’m glad to hear that. Now lift your hips, I wanna see you.”

There’s a rustle of fabric, the sting of staples as he kicks his heavy boots and pants off and onto the dusty floor. Large patches stretch along his legs, marred skin mixed with healthy flesh, rusty staples and crude stitching piecing him all together. It’s a sight that makes your chest ache, one that would’ve made your stomach roll at one point or another. Just another reason for you to despise the bastard who did this to him.

His kisses are light against your lips, a stark contrast to the harsh rut of his hips beneath you. Trace every bit of skin and staples you can find with your fingers, ragged and smooth, until it blends together beneath your palms. Until the only thing you can feel is Dabi.

He manages to slip your pants down over your ass, letting you lean on him just enough to slide out of them and toss them on the floor. That gets a chuckle out of both of you; it’s not exactly easy to undress while simultaneously trying not to fall off this old fucking couch. For a brief moment you wonder if you should move upstairs to an actual bed, but that thought quickly turns to dust when he dips a finger into your panties, and you realize you can’t fucking wait any longer.

“Oh? So fucking wet already, aren’t you?”

He smirks against your mouth, dragging a couple of fingers across the slick patch of skin. You gasp and roll your hips, and he seems to gain some of his confidence back—you can feel it in the way he touches you, his fingers teasing your soaked slit.

“Tell me, did you just get this wet for me now, or did you walk in here already dripping like a bitch in heat?”

A shudder courses through your veins, nails finding purchase in his scarred shoulders. Not too rough, you don’t want him to start bleeding again, not so—

“Answer me.”

You’re squirming in his lap as he spreads your folds apart, his thumb barely ghosting over your clit. But when you try to squeeze your thighs together he tightens his grip and slaps your ass hard.

“J-just now,” you manage to choke out between gasps, “…I-I swear—”

“Hm, my pretty doll,” he whispers, and his fingers curl around your chin to pull you closer, “for some reason, I don’t fucking believe you.”

He’s pulling away all too soon, smirking when a whine slips past your mouth. He shifts himself lower on the couch, his head resting on the cushion rather than the arm. He licks his lips, brings his hand to his face—the same one he just had buried between your thighs—and taps his mouth with the tip of his finger.

“C’mon, doll. Sit on my face like a good girl.”

It’s almost laughable how fast you’re tearing your panties off, absolutely pathetic how easily you submit to his will. It’s been too long since you’ve had a night like this, a night where the only two people in the world are you and him.

He groans when you settle yourself over his face, nails digging into the ratty arm of the sofa, shivering at the touch of his hands on your waist. His palms are warm—too warm to be natural. And sure enough you can see a wisp of blue emitting from his palm, before he tugs your entire weight down to sit on his face.

“Dabi, wait—”

Your breath catches at the first brush of his tongue, that familiar piercing he has right on the tip—shit, he knows just how that drives me crazy—

“Y-you’re staples!” Another gasp as he holds you in place, his palms heating up ever so slightly against your outer thighs. “Just d-don’t rip them out—ah—be c-careful!”

“’S fine,” he mumbles, pulling himself away just enough to lick at his wet lips, “I know you’ll just patch me up again if I tear them out.”

You don’t even have time to argue before he’s forcing you down on his face again, lapping at your pussy like a starved man. It’s all so exhilarating—the heat of his hands, the slight pinch of the staples in his jaw, the way his tongue slides against your folds in every way imaginable—

Suddenly his lips find their way around your clit, sucking hard and fast—and you sink your nails into the white roots of his hair.

“Dabi!”

You’re grinding yourself on his face now, gasping as each thrust brings you right against his tongue, his nose bumping against your burning clit. His eyes are glowing beneath your body, matching the shade of the flames in the fireplace, casting a warm glow over the two of you. So warm, so comforting, so powerful—and absolutely feral.

He slips his tongue inside, tightens his grip on your thighs as he rocks you back and forth on his face. Your palms are slick with sweat, grabbing fistfuls of his hair as you scream out his name at the top of your lungs. So loud you’re surprised any heroes that may be nearby don’t start breaking down the doors and crashing through the windows. Though you have no doubt in your mind Dabi would refuse to stop at this point, no matter what could be lurking beyond these walls.

“Dabi, Dabi, Dabi…” His eyes flicker up to yours, his eyebrow quirked and his nose pressing against your clit. “I—ngh—I can’t take it—please, let me come—”

Like he needs to be told twice.

His nails sink into the flesh of your thighs—part of you is already wondering if you’ll still have bruises by tomorrow morning—and he starts thrusting your hips against his tongue at a rapid pace. You try your best to keep up and rock yourself against him but he’s just too fast. Never mind the strain on your muscles, the coil in your stomach that’s growing tighter and tighter with every buck of your hips. You might as well be a toy at this point, boneless and pretty, made for his pleasure rather than your own.

A doll. His doll.

And suddenly you’re bursting at the seams, the corners of your eyes sparkling with stars, the coil in your stomach finally snapping apart. Dabi’s all too eager to lap up your release, his tongue making you shiver as you gush all over his face.

“Such a good girl,” his voice is raspy as he finally lifts you off of him, circling his hands over the fresh marks on your thighs.

Your sight’s a little hazy, but you can still make out a few split staples on each side of his mouth, ripped apart between burned and healthy skin. But he’s on you before you can say a word, hoisting you into his arms and pulling you against his chest, with your legs wrapped around his waist. He presses his mouth to yours, dragging his tongue across your own, smirking when you gasp at the taste of yourself on his lips.

“Still taste so fucking good, dollface.” Suddenly he’s pushing his hands on your chest, caging you against the cushions of the couch, his elbows on either side of your head. “I think you’re ready for my fingers now. You think so?”

You’re nodding as hard as you can, nearly clunking your foreheads together, and he lets out one of those rare laughs you’ve come to love so much.

“Need to hear you say it.”

“Yes, yes—fuck, I’m ready!”

This is Dabi in his element: painfully patient, well aware of the power he holds over your body, and relishing every single second of it.

He hums in delight, slipping a finger beneath the strap of your bra, resting against your shoulder. “Take this off for me—unless you want it turned to ash.”

You’re certain the clasp snaps apart with how fast you rip it off, tossing it over the arm of the couch. He smirks again as he lowers his head, pressing a kiss to your breast. A stark contrast to the primal way he was handling you earlier, but it makes you whine all the same.

He’s slow with his movements now, kneading your breasts together, pressing a line of kisses down your chest, dragging his tongue against the pulse point in your neck. He’s so soft and gentle you can feel your eyes fluttering shut, the exhaustion from your orgasm finally catching up to me.

“Dabi,” your voice is soft against his temple, “Dabi, I—ah!”

He slides a finger inside, smirking down as he brushes his mouth against your forehead.

“Eyes on me, doll. Don’t want you dozing off on me just yet, now do we?”

You can’t find the words to answer him as he adds another finger, curling them upward, drawing out another pathetic whine from the pit of your chest.

“We’re not even close to bein’ done for the night, so you just keep those pretty little eyes open for me, and let me do all the work. You understand?”

You start to nod but think the better of it, opting to choke out, “Y-yeah, I do…”

“Hm, so you can listen.” He starts pumping his fingers at a gentle pace, keeping his other arm beside your head on the couch. You can’t stop yourself from squirming beneath him as he curls his fingers, pressing his thumb against your swollen clit.

“D-Dabi—”

“Good girl,” he hisses against your temple, “good fuckin’ girl.”

He’s achingly slow with his thrusts, dragging his fingers against every inch of you, every bit of flesh he can reach. Your hands find their way around his shoulder blades, nails cutting into the scarred skin as he presses down hard on your clit. You’re squealing against his mouth now, dragging your hands down the ragged skin, wincing when you pull away and see a faint shadow of red beneath your nails.

“Shit, I’m so s-sorry,” the bastard’s still pumping his fingers into you, “I-I didn’t mean to m-make you bleed—”

But he’s quick to shush you, his other hand hovering over your neck. “Don’t worry ‘bout it, pretty girl, it’s not important.”

Like hell it is, I’m not patching you up again just because you like it rough—

“Ah, there it is.” He smirks as he brushes his fingers upward, hitting that special spot that has you whining and squirming and digging your nails even deeper into his skin. “You gonna come for me, doll? Be my good girl and squirt all over my fingers?”

Your chest is heaving, legs raised to wrap themselves around his hips, gasping out his name as he drives his fingers deeper into your body.

“Y-yes, Dabi—fuck!” You’re so close, that familiar coil winding up in the pit of your stomach, almost there, almost there—

“That’s it, come for me. Make a mess for me, doll. Come on—oh, that’s it—so fucking good for me, aren’t ya?”

You’re shuddering against his burned chest, carving your nails into his skin as the coil finally explodes. You can feel yourself clamping down hard on his fingers, legs jerking as he traces his thumb over your clit, his voice as he mumbles a slew of filthy words against your ear.

“Hey, keep your eyes open.” He taps your cheek, leaving a smear of your juices on your skin. But he’s all too eager to press his lips to it and clean you off. “Turn around, doll, get on your knees. Can you do that for me?”

Anything for you, but your tongue is too thick to get the words out. Instead you give him a nod, twisting your body around as he shuffles himself off of you. Before you know it you’re leaning against the arm of the couch, grasping at the torn fabric as he settles himself behind you. There’s a soft rustling sound as he slides his boxers down, but when you try to glance back at him his hand curls around the back of your head, keeping your head forward and hanging over the arm of the couch.

“W-wanna see you…”

“Later, pretty girl. You’ll get to see me later.”

There’s a familiar bite to his tone; not the one that sends a pleasant shiver down your spine, but the kind that makes your hands twitch and your throat burn. He’s still doubting the way he looks, even after everything you’ve done so far. Does he still not trust you enough to see all of him like you let him see all of you?

But then your mind goes blank as he leans into you, hands hot against your hips, the wet sound of slick filling your ears as he takes his cock in his hand. He thumps it against your clit, and the edge of the piercing on the tip has you trembling all over again.

“Deep breaths for me,” he mumbles, his breath hot against your nape, “deep breaths, doll…”

He pushes himself in, bit by bit, groaning when you whine his name beneath him. He’s stretching you out, so tight and warm you think you might burst, the collection of piercings adorning his cock making your eyes roll into the back of your skull. Every ridge of skin, every touch of metal and breath against your body sends you over the edge, sucking him in as he bottoms out inside you with a moan.

“Fuck, so tight…”

It’s all too much; the heat of his body against your own, the touch of his lips on your neck, and the throb of his cock deep inside you. Suddenly you’re dragging the back of your hand over your eyes, praying with everything you have that Dabi won’t see what he does to you.

It’s been so long, I didn’t think I’d have him like this again. Not after that night…

Not after what had been said. Not after he’d screamed that he wanted nothing more to do with you, that you were just a body to keep him busy in the dead of night. Not after you’d told him to get out of your apartment, to walk out of your life forever, that you would be better off without him. The words still rang in your head, echoing through those late nights in your bed, the sheets damp with sweat and the pillow stained with tears.

I’m sorry. I didn’t mean any of it, I was only trying to hurt you. Just like you hurt me. But I didn’t mean it, I didn’t mean any of it, because I—

“Still with me, doll?” You swallow hard and nod your head, keeping your eyes on the arm of the couch. His hands are surprisingly soft against your hips. “Gonna start moving, you ready?”

You close your eyes, savoring the warmth of his skin, both burned and smooth, against your own. “Of course I am. Just fuck me already.”

He’s steady at first, mindful of his size and your position on the couch. Rolling his hips into your own, massaging your hips with his scarred palms, the occasional curse slipping through his mouth. It’s been too long since you’ve found yourself in a situation like this; despite your best efforts, you haven’t been with anyone else since that last night. Every face, hand, pair of lips against your own reminds you of him.

But now you have him, after all this time, and you’ll be damned if you don’t have him at least try to make up for the month of hell he put you through.

You’re thrusting your hips against his own, relishing the groan and startled look in his eye when you gaze up at him from over your shoulder. “I said fuck me, didn’t I?” Come on, I know you can do better than that. “So don’t hold back.”

And suddenly he’s wrapping a fist around your hair, rutting his hips into yours like an animal in heat. The wet sound of his skin slapping against your own, his cock sliding in and out of you, the feral groan he lets out in the form of your name—it’s too much too soon, leaving you gasping for air over the arm of the couch.

“Little fucking slut, aren’t ya? Always so eager for my cock. Tell me,” he sneers, and you jolt when his breath clouds over the shell of your ear, “did you come all the way out here tonight hoping to get your pretty little brains fucked out?”

Not entirely—the possibility hadn’t even crossed your mind on the trek here. But that’s not what comes out of your mouth.

“M-maybe—fuck, yes!” You cry out as his palm comes down hard on your ass, your pitiful words only fueling his ego. “S-so rough…”

“Aww, doll, I thought you liked it when I’m rough with you?” Another thrust of his hips, his cock pounding against that sweet spot deep inside you. “Let me ask you, how many men did you fuck while I was gone?”

“N-none…”

“Hm? Couldn’t hear ya, doll. Speak up.”

He smacks your ass again, eliciting another scream from your throat. “None! No one else, only…only you, Dabi…”

The tears are spilling freely down your cheeks, leaving little pools on the arm of the couch. Dabi groans again as he yanks your hair back, his lips searing against the skin of your jaw.

“Say it again. Say my name.”

“Dabi, Dabi—”

“Not that one, doll.”

Your heart thrums against your ribcage, eyes wide and teary, but you can still feel a smile on your face.

“Touya!”

He’s pounding into you at a brutal pace, one hand still wrapped around your hair as his other hand slides down the length of your body, between your thighs to circle over your burning clit. You’re gasping out his name, nails biting into the arm of the sofa, bucking your hips back to meet his thrusts halfway.

A stray tear slides down your cheek; he releases his hold on your hair just to wipe it away and kiss the heated skin below.

“Touya, I-I’m so close—so fucking close—”

It’s right there within your reach, burning on the tip of your tongue, your eyes fluttering shut with every thrust he gives you.

“Don’t hold back,” he hisses as you push back against him with a whimper. He presses two fingers against your clit, rubbing them in hard, tight circles. “Wanna hear you scream, got it?”

You can only nod your head, your words slurring together as he brings you closer and closer to your peak.

“C’mon, cream all over my cock—”

“F-fuck, Touya!”

Suddenly you’re tumbling over the edge, pressing your face into the arm of the couch, clenching your thighs around his hand. A tremble courses through your body, vision flooding with white, whining out his name as he continues to circle your clit, even when you’re spent and slumped in his arms.

“That’s it, doll, such a good girl for me.” But there’s a strain in his voice, a familiar fire in his thrusts as he chases his own release. “So good, so fucking good—”

Something warm and rough closes over the back of your hand; your eyes open to see his fingers lacing through your own, pinning your hand to the arm of the couch. It’s not long before he shifts himself to grasp your other hand, caging your body against the couch, his voice raspy and his breaths short against the shell of your ear.

“Gonna come—where do you want it, doll?”

You squeeze his fingers with your own, eyes fixed on the burned skin of his arm. “I-inside… Want you inside me, Touya…”

His chest shudders against your back, face pressed against your neck as he stills his thrusts, spilling himself inside of you. He stays there for a moment, panting against your skin, still holding your hands in his scarred ones, the heat of his body giving you an entirely new sense of bliss you thought you’d lost for good.

But then he slides himself out, his cum dribbling onto the cushions below, and you can’t help but giggle when his cock brushes against your inner thigh.

“Still hard?” He scoffs and starts to pull away—but your hands are already curling around his wrists, tugging him back down to your level. “Lay down,” you manage to slur out, “wanna be on top now.”

He barks out a laugh but settles down on the couch anyway, tracing the skin of your hips with his nails.

“Sure you’re up for this, dollface?” You nod, straddling his hips for the second time tonight. “You look worn out, don’t want you falling asleep on me.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time you’ve fucked me in my sleep,” you murmur, and he only smirks at the memory. Needy asshole. “Besides, you had me the way you wanted. And now it’s my turn.”

“Oh? And in what way do you want me?” He squeezes his hands around your ass and pulls you in close. “My cock not good enough for you anymore?”

“No, it’s more than enough.” You press your hands to the planes of his chest, smiling as he sinks into the messy cushions below. “I just wanna see your eyes when I tell you how beautiful you are.”

That’s when you see it: the tiniest clench of his jaw, the glazed look in his eye that lets you know, he thinks it’s all bullshit. That he won’t believe you, no matter how many times you say it to his face.

“…I’m not.”

“Yes, you are. I said I wanted all of you, didn’t I? I meant it, even your looks. Your hair, your eyes, these scars…” You lean down to kiss his neck, eliciting the softest groan from his chest. “They’re my favorite part about you.”

“Why?” The look in his eyes is so uncertain, so terrified—as if he’s still a child, begging for someone to accept him. “They’re just scars. They’re…ugly.”

“Not really. They show just how strong you are. How strong your flames are, how determined you are. No matter what’s standing in your way, you always find a way to persist. And that’s why I—”

Love you.

You clamp your mouth shut, fighting the urge to slap both hands over your face. Idiot, you’re such a fucking idiot! Now he’s staring at you with those big eyes and you’re fucking everything up and—

“That’s why I…I want every part of you.” Anti-climactic, but it eases some of the weight off your chest. “Every bit you have to offer. Scars, fears, sins—none that scares me. I want all of them, because I want you. All I care about is you, Touya.”

He’s growing increasingly uneasy, you can see it in the way his eyes dart back and forth between your own and the ceiling, the slight quiver of his hands against your waist. Words have never really been his strong suit in situations like this, so you can tell he’s having trouble coming up with a response. So before he can you lean down to kiss him again, your hands roaming all across his body.

Actions seem to speak louder than words, anyway.

A thin sheen of sweat gathers along the healthy skin of his chest, the silver staples glimmering at the corners. He’s gorgeous in this light, sprawled out beneath you on the couch, the faint hue of the fireplace flickering over his skin. Matching those beautiful eyes, so sad and lost, and the wisps of flame dancing along his fingertips.

You lower your hand down his abdomen, over his hips, and smile when he gasps when you take his cock in your hand. Hot and heavy in the palm of your hand, adorned with little silver piercings along the base and tip. You remember asking him about them when you first started your little relationship, how he smirked when you asked him if they hurt at all. At the time he’d shrugged his shoulders and pulled you into his chest, insisting that they didn’t hurt anymore, that they would feel much better inside you anyway. Even now you still can’t believe how desperate he can be just for a good fuck.

Those blue eyes are still wide, burning with that same hint of lust from earlier. As if he’s trusting you to make him feel good—to take care of him, just as he’s always done to you.

“Breathe, Touya.” It’s hard to keep the smile out of your voice as he squirms beneath you, tightens his grip around your waist. “I’ve got you.”

And I’m never letting you go ever again.

It takes a few strokes of your hand before he’s bucking himself into your palm, silently whining for you to get on with it. You spread your thighs and position yourself over his cock—but not before pressing a kiss to his sweaty forehead.

I love you.

He groans out your name as you sink yourself down onto him. That familiar stretch of his cock makes your chest shudder, a moan slipping through your parted lips. Despite the mess of cum and sweat between your bodies, neither of you seems bothered all that much. What’s the point of getting upset over it when you’re just going to add to the mess later on?

“…Maybe you were right about this position, doll.” He lifts a hand and squeezes the underside of your breast, earning a pleased hum from your throat. “Gonna enjoy seeing your face when I fuck you like this.”

“As if,” you try to laugh, but it’s hard to keep your voice steady. “I’m the one who’s fucking you this time.”

“We’ll see about that.”

But before he can move you take his hands in your own, raising them up and pinning them beside his head on the arm of the couch. Smirking at the mischievous look in those hooded eyes.

“Not a chance, Touya. You’re gonna be good for me—whatever I have to offer, you’re gonna lay there and take it.”

“Oh am I, doll? Since when did you get all demanding and feisty, huh? I guess me being gone for a bit made you needier than usual, huh?”

Probably, but there’s no way in hell you’ll admit it to his face. So instead you grind your hips down onto his, and he gasps and moans out your name.

“C-can’t say I don’t like it.” His breaths are growing shorter with every thrust of your hips. “You used to be s-so shy and timid, and you still are. Sure didn’t put up a fight when I fucked your brains out earlier, now did you?”

If he’s still talking, I’m not doing a good enough job.

“N-no, you didn’t—!” He still tries to laugh even when you pick up the pace, sinking your nails into the marred skin of his wrists. “Loved every second of it, didn’t you? I know you did—always a little slut for my cock—my little slut—”

Suddenly your nails are digging into the patches on his throat, his blue eyes blown wide with lust as you lean in close, so close your nose brushes against his own.

“Shut up. Just shut up and let me fuck you.”

Let me love you.

That seems to convince him; curiosity and lust seem to win him over as he complies with your orders, keeping his hands above his head, snapping his mouth shut for good. But then he’s moaning again as you roll your hips down, and his sounds only encourage you to go faster.

You press your palms against his chest, nails cutting into the healthy flesh beneath the staples, and start bouncing yourself up and down on his cock. His hands are free for now, but he doesn’t try to take control and subdue you. Instead he’s grabbing onto your hips, ramming himself deeper inside you with every thrust.

He’s hitting that same spot deep inside you, the one that makes you see stars and scream his name out to the world. The muscles in your thighs are burning; three orgasms in and you’re still chasing after a fourth like a bitch in heat. But it’s hard to resist the urge when you have him below you like this, staring up at you with those beautiful blue eyes, whispering “good girl” and “fuck, that’s it” into the musty air around you.

“C’mon, harder. I know you can do better than that—fuck—”

Dabi, Touya—it doesn’t matter what he wants to be called, you still end up screaming both names out at the top of your lungs. So loud you want everyone to know just who can make you feel this way, who holds your heart and soul and body in his scarred hands. Because he’s worth everything to you, someone you trust with your life even if you shouldn’t. Someone you don’t have to hide yourself from, to put on a front or a fake smile for. Someone who makes your heart flutter and your palms sweaty and your chest ache, because you—

“…Love you.”                              

It’s out there—you can’t take it back now. Not when you’re so close; not when he’s staring up at you like that.

As though you’re the most precious thing in the world to him.

But your words don’t seem to deter him in the slightest. Instead he’s slamming you down on his cock even harder than before, swallowing your squeals as he pulls you in for another searing kiss. He’s sitting up now, arms wrapped around your waist as you bounce yourself in his lap.

“I’m sorry,” the tears are already bubbling in your eyes, “but I love you—love you so fucking much—”

“Yeah?” His voice is hoarse, as though he hasn’t used it in years. “You mean it?”

“Yes, I do! Y-you’re the only one for m-me—”

Your hands close around his shoulders, his breath burning against your neck—you can already feel the coil in your stomach, ready to snap. So close, so close—

“Almost there, doll. Ride me—give me everything you’ve got—”

You roll your hips as hard as you can, and at the first touch of his fingers against your clit you’re clenching hard around his cock. Screaming his name out as you feel every ridge and piercing move against you, inside of you as you’re gushing all over his lap.

But he’s not far behind, chasing his own release as he picks up the pace. You gather his face in your hands, running your thumbs along the lines of staples that keep his jaw secure, tasting his breath on your tongue.

And you know you should stop talking before you make everything worse, but that doesn’t stop you from pressing your mouth against his own and whispering, “Love you, Touya.”

Suddenly he’s gasping into your mouth, palms unnaturally hot against your hips—and when you give him a nod he presses his fingers deeper into your skin. A blistering sense of heat spreads throughout your body; a scream bubbles up in your throat. Touya groans out your name as he gives one final thrust, spilling himself inside you as his fingers sear their prints into the skin of your hips.

The two of you are shuddering, kissing each other furiously, blinking the sweat from your eyes. His body is already starting to overheat, a thin layer of steam rising from the stapled skin of his chest. But that doesn’t seem to be his main concern; instead he’s lowering his hands to inspect the fresh burns on your hips.

“Does it hurt?”

“Only a little,” you tell him, but he’s still kissing along the marks anyway.

It’s not the first time he’s branded you in the heat of the moment. It took him a while to agree to it, along with an incessant amount of begging on your part, and he’s still always so attentive to them whenever he does it during sex. It always baffles you how he can be so concerned and caring with taking care of the light burns he leaves on your skin, but he completely neglects his own.

“Touya, it’s fine, I’ll just clean them up in a bit. I promise I’ll be—”

But then he glances up at you, and your chest swells when you see the trails of blood leaking from the staples underneath his eyes. You try to wipe them off but he catches your wrists and tugs you close, pressing kiss after kiss against your sweaty palms.

“To—”

“Say it again.” His voice is almost pitiful, the look in his bloody eyes worse than any burn mark on your skin. “Please.”

In all the months you’ve known him, you’ve never heard the man beg. Not as Touya and definitely not as Dabi. But the hopeful look in his eyes makes you want to cry. To hold him in your arms and shield him from the rest of the world. To fight off his insecurities tooth and nail, to chase away all those horrible thoughts and memories that keep him up at night. To press a thousand kisses along his face and down his body, ending at his lips before giving him a thousand more.

You take his face in your hands and kiss his forehead. His white hair tickles your nose, still smelling of smoke and ash.

“You know I love you, Touya. When I said I wanted you, I meant it. I want everything that makes you, you; I want to see you grow and thrive and make the best out of this world we’re in. And no matter how many times you try to push me away—even if you think it’s for my own good—I won’t ever leave you alone. I promise to stay by your side, no matter what you’ve done or what you may do in the future. Because I love you, and I’ll say it as many times as I have to until you believe me.”

There’s nothing he can do, nothing he can say that will make you change your mind. He is the one you’ve decided to trust with your heart. The one you’ve grown to care about more than anyone else in the world. And you’ll keep saying it, even if he never believes you. Even if he never sees you in that same light.

He doesn’t speak a word, doesn’t even make a sound. He simply holds your body against his own, pressing his stapled cheek to your breasts. You can feel his heartbeat below the ragged skin of his chest, the vibrations lulling you into a light sleep.

B-bmp, b-bmp, b-bmp.

Finally he breaks the silence with a grunt, lifting you off his lap and sliding himself out of you. Your thighs are burning with exhaustion, not unlike the heat engraved in your hips. But Dabi’s careful as he swings his legs over the side of the couch, gathering you in his arms and wrapping your legs around his waist.

Wordlessly he carries you to the nearby bathroom, where he sets you down on the counter and washes out your burns. He reaches for the little tube of ointment in the cabinet—the same brand you have back at your apartment—and squirts a small amount on his fingers. You do your best to stay still as he slathers it over the burns, trying to be as gentle as he possibly can. And once he’s done he cleans off his hands, grabs a roll of bandages from the counter, and presses them over the marks on your hips. Definitely not the first time you’ve worn bandages like these on your body—or the first time Dabi’s been the one to apply them.

It’s not like him to go this long without saying anything. Not a single snarky comment or flirty remark, just to get a reaction out of you. It’s almost terrifying, the way he refuses to make any sound—or even talk to you.

Did I say anything wrong? Was I too forward with my little speech earlier? Is he angry at me for admitting my feelings to him?

“…Touya?” No answer. You clear your throat and try again. “Touya, are you okay? …Are you—”

“How can I be, after what you said out there?”

Oh.

Did you read the entire situation wrong? Perhaps he’s ready to leave you for good this time, making sure you can’t follow him wherever he goes?

The mere thought hurts you more than it should. Idiot, you’re such a fucking idiot, thinking he’d feel the same about you.

“…I’m sorry—”

“No don’t, don’t fucking do that…” He lets out a sigh, swiping a hand through his hair as he all but tosses the roll of bandages on the counter. “It’s not…you don’t have anything to be sorry for.”

Then…why? Why are you still pushing me away when you know I love you?

And then it hits you: the problem lies within that phrase, those three simple words that crawled their way out of your mouth. Maybe he does feel the same, and he doesn’t know how to come out and say it. Or even if he should say it. Because as much as it pains you to think about, those three little words must’ve been pretty rare in his old life with his family.

Or maybe he doesn’t feel that way at all, and you’re still stuck in a perfect little fantasy, hoping it’ll all work out in the end.

You suck in a deep breath, until your chest aches from the stretch, and begin to speak.

“Touya, do you…feel the same way about me?”

He opens his mouth but no sound comes out. You clear your throat and rephrase the question.

“Do you care about me? Say no if you don’t.” He snaps his mouth shut, and the tiniest bit of pride blooms in your chest. “So then, do you…like me the same way I like you?” And suddenly you’re a child on the playground again, wondering if your crush thinks of you in the same way you think about him.

“…I…I think I do, but…”

Blood trails are streaming down his cheeks. With every word he looks more unsure of himself, more confused, as the man he’s built himself up to be begins to crumble down before your eyes. It’s hard to breathe as you watch him break down. The blood, the scars, the way his hands curl around his face—and suddenly you’re jumping off the counter, legs shaking, heart leaping in your throat, and taking him into your arms.

“It’s okay, it’s okay. You don’t have to say it out loud. You don’t have to give me an answer right away.”

You stretch out your fingers, the tips brushing against the staples beneath his eyes. He doesn’t flinch away, even as you wipe away the trickles of blood, and you sigh in relief. A small victory, one that gives you hope that maybe this can all work itself out.

“If you don’t wanna say anything, that’s okay. I get it, believe me. But please don’t push me away anymore. I want to be close to you, okay? To stay by your side even when you don’t want me to be. So please, just…let me stay with you…”

It’s an eternity before he moves again. He slides his hand into your hair and tugs you in, mismatched lips finding their way to your forehead. You lean up to kiss his split jaw, giggling softly when he brushes his nose against your own. And for a moment, it seems like everything’s going to be okay.

You’ll be alright. You can wait for him, as long as he needs you to.

It takes some convincing (and a few heated kisses) for him to let you clean out his wounds for real and reapply his staples. The bastard’s jaw is barely hanging on at this point, a look he wears like a badge of honor. He doesn’t even wince as you snap a batch of fresh staples into his cheeks.

“Why the long face, doll?” You roll your eyes and drop another bloody staple into the tray on the counter. “You know damn well this isn’t the first time you’ve done this.”

“And it’ll be the last if you keep running your mouth like that.”

“Not if I can help it—”

“Touya.” There’s a warning in your voice but he only laughs it off.

“Touya,” he mocks in a high pitched voice, “let me come! Touya, please don’t rip your staples out! Touya, please fuck me, I need you inside me!”

“Touya!” Louder this time, but he only laughs harder.

“Yeah that’s it, doll. Sure weren’t complaining earlier, when you had my tongue inside your—”

You slap his chest as hard as you can without damaging the staples. It seems to shut him up long enough for you to finish patching him up, but he’s still wearing that fucking smirk that makes you weak in the knees.

At least he’s eased up for now. As much as you adore him, it’s not easy seeing him act all unsure of himself. As though he has to hide who he really is from you.

When the blood’s finally cleared off and his scars are treated, he takes a fresh cloth from the cabinet and soaks it under the sink. He runs it along your thighs, wiping away any traces of his cum. After he’s finished you rinse the cloth with warm water and press it along his sweaty chest. Careful the fabric doesn’t get caught on the staples lined across his skin.

Once the two of you are cleaned off, he scoops you up in his arms with your legs wrapped around his hips, and he leads you back into the room with the fireplace. You’ll have to wait until you get back to your place for a proper shower; unfortunately this old mansion doesn’t have much to offer when it comes to running water. But judging by the way Touya’s carrying you, with his arms tight around your waist, you’re starting to think he’s not ready to leave this mansion just yet.

He cleans off the messy cushions—which consists of him wiping them down with a wad of tissues before flipping them over—and plops himself down right in the center. He pulls on his pants and slips on his boots, before tossing you that old hoodie of his that still smells like smoke. You pull it over your head, mindful of the bandages on your hips, and try not to think of how dangerously low his pants are resting on his hips.

He reclines back against the arm, kicking his legs up and pulling you down on his chest once more. You’re straddling his hips again, wearing nothing but his old hoodie, your face pressed against his scarred chest.

“…Wish I had a cigarette right now.”

You stifle a laugh, reach into the pocket of the hoodie, and hold out a little white package to him. His eyes go wide for a moment, before he tugs it from your grasp and gives you one of those all-knowing smirks.

“Aww, how did you know? And these are my favorite, doll.”

You shrug and snuggle deeper into his chest. “Thought you’d want one or two so I brought ‘em with me.”

He slips the little stick between his lips and wiggles his eyebrows. “So that’s why you came here—I was right after all, huh?”

“As if, fuckin’ pervert. It’s not my fault you only wanna smoke after sex.”

He lets out a chuckle, lifting a blue-tipped finger to the end of the stick. Your eyes follow the tiny flame, the gorgeous hue of its sparks, the gentle wisps that coil into the air, before it vanishes with a quick wave of his hand.

A comfortable silence stretches over the two of you. Your gaze wanders up to the window above, revealing the pale half-moon behind the dark clouds. You wonder what time it is… But then you realize it doesn’t matter and press your face against the ragged skin of his neck. It’s just you and him for now, nothing else matters right now. The whole world could burn to ashes and you wouldn’t care—because you have the man you love wrapped up in your arms.

“Tell me,” he finally rasps, stubbing out his cigarette with his thumb. A blue wisp of flame engulfs the little stick, and seconds later he’s dusting the ash off his hand and onto the floor below. “Did you mean it? What you said earlier?”

Oh, I guess we’re back to this.

You lean up against his chest, chin propped up on your palm, to find him staring up at the dirty ceiling above. His fingers drum along the small of your back, the heel of his boot thumping against the arm at a gentle rhythm. He doesn’t meet your eyes, even when you start to speak.

“You know I meant it. Every single word. I promise. I’m not gonna leave you alone, no matter how much you push me away. And I’ll keep saying it until I’m blue in the face, you got it?”

When he still doesn’t look at you, you reach up and brush the backs of your fingers over the line of staples in his cheek. He lets out a sigh before catching your hand in his own and bringing it up to his face. And it’s hard to ignore the ache in your chest when he kisses your fingers and knuckles, one by one, before stopping right at the center of your palm.

Suddenly those blue eyes are burning right through you, and the whole world seems to vanish around you.

“Stay with me.”

You nod at once. “I will.”

“Say you love me.”

“I love you—so fucking much—I love you, I love you…”

I love you.

He’s kissing you now, mismatched lips tracing over your cheek, your jaw, your neck, anywhere they can possibly reach. You twist your fingers into his hair and hold him close to your chest.

Nothing else matters. It’s just the two of you in this little mansion in the middle of the forest, the only ones who matter in this world. No heroes, no villains, no secrets, no lies. Just you and Touya, and for now that’s all you need.

Even if he never says those three simple words back to you.

“Touya—” But then he’s kissing you again, and you’re giggling uncontrollably against his mouth.

I’ve got you. I’ll stay with you for as long as you’ll have me. I’ll keep you safe, I’ll patch up your wounds, and I’ll—

“Hey, stop! That tickles!” But he keeps on nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. “Touya, come on, you’re—”

That’s when you feel it, hard and insistent, pressing against your inner thigh. He only smirks and licks his lips.

“You’re insatiable, you know that?”

“Mm, I’ve been called worse, doll.” He slides a hand down to your hips, caressing the bandages, the burn marks seared into your skin. “Promise I’ll be gentle.” He kisses you again, slowly this time, as he trails his hand down just a bit lower.

It’s not perfect, the relationship you have (if it can even be called that). There’s tears, blood, burns, nightmares, and you know it’ll only get worse from here on out. What Touya’s decided to do with his life, and how he plans to leave his mark on the world—it still leaves your stomach rolling and your throat burning with tears. But beneath all the words and scars and flames, you know he’s hurting inside. And you’ll be damned if you let him suffer through this ordeal all alone.

You’re in love with him—everything that makes him the man he is. No matter how much he’s hurting, how often he thinks of himself as a failure. You’re determined to give him everything you have, in hopes one day he’ll do the same for you. To wrap your arms around him and bury your face in his chest and press a thousand kisses against his skin. To let him know he doesn’t have to be alone anymore.

That you’re here for him; that you’ll stay with him, no matter what may happen in the future.

So that’s why you only laugh as he lays you back down across his chest, his fingers weaving through your hair, careful not to get any of it caught on the staples of his palms. There’ll be another time for conversations like those. For now you can lose yourselves in each other, hand in hand, with the warm glow of the blue flames casting over you.  

#dabi x reader #dabi x you #dabi x y/n #touya todoroki x reader #touya todoroki x you #touya todoroki x y/n #mha x reader #mha x you #mha x y/n #dabi #touya todoroki #dabi smut #touya todoroki smut #mha fics #smut #sweets and treats

[snake-cabin]

*set in my cerulean gaze au.

Rain pattered against the windowpane, drumming out a violent rhythm as each fresh wave of the storm was slammed against the glass, tempest winds whipping a thick curtain of fat droplets across the cityscape for the fifth day in a row now.

The worst part was how, despite the storm, the temperature had actually remained consistently warm these past few days, the first taste of the approaching spring settling slowly over the atmosphere like a fawn carefully tucking its long, spindly limbs beneath it to rest over a patch of lush grass.

You couldn’t stand it, being trapped inside for so long, and you and Touya had watched nearly every movie you could think of, even binged a season or two of a tv show you’d been meaning to get around to, and finished your most recent book, unable to make it to the bookstore with the roads as flooded as they were to pick up a new one.

And that was before the power went out.

That had happened a day and a half ago, the city officially entering a state of emergency with a widespread outage that wouldn’t even begin to be able to be resolved until the harsh winds and unrelenting showers died down, which wasn’t forecasted to cease for another two days.

At least you were with Touya, you thought, everything felt easier when you two were together. 

Currently, the entire kitchen and living room area was filled with candles burning to chase away the darkness that loomed just as heavy and ominous as the storm, every board and card game you’d brought over from your grandparents house when you’d first moved in together littered across the living room floor and coffee table where you were currently in the middle of about three different games, some of which you’d made up by combining various pieces and boards from your collection.

And when worse came to worst and the boredom and restlessness became too much, you and Touya would just curl up on the couch under a blanket and nap, forgetting all about the storm and the way it still had a habit of scaring you, even if just for a little while. But each time you felt the apartment complex creak and groan as it fought to stay standing against a vengeful gust you would flinch or tense slightly, Touya feeling anxiety creeping over your form even as you lay there safe in his arms.

“Hey…” he muttered, sounding half asleep, raspy voice low and soothing. “It’s ok, I’m here…” Slowly rubbing a big, warm hand up and down your thigh, he attempted to calm you. “I promise we’ll be fine as long as we stay inside. Only another day or two and it should all be over, ok?”

You shifted to face him, lying chest to chest now and nuzzling in closer to breathe in his familiar, comforting scent as he gently pulled you closer, smoothing a palm down the back of your hair.

You knew it would be over soon. Rain or shine, nothing lasts forever. But that didn’t take away from the fact that this type of weather still scared you, some deep childhood fear that you just couldn’t seem to abandon.

At least there wasn’t any thunder and lightning though. That would’ve just made things all the more worse.

A little while later, as you were nearly drifting off to sleep yourself, you heard Touya mutter, “Remember that day when you came by the old condo and it just started downpouring out of nowhere?” There was something soft and dreamlike to his tone, a certain kind of fondness-in-hindsight veiling a memory that, in reality, had not been entirely as sweet. “It was around the time we first met. God, you were soaked…” He sighed out a breathy chuckle, still able to picture you as you had been back then perfectly in his mind. Tank top. Sweatpants. Stunning no matter what you wore.

You turned your face up towards his, blinking open bleary eyes, and grinning as you recalled, “Yeah, and you let me borrow your clothes. And we were watching that movie but then the power went out.”

“So I got a candle,” he continued, glad that you remembered it too.

“And we ate Chinese food,” you giggled, reliving the parts of that day you still held so dear.

Touya’s smile widened. “And you told me that story about that roommate you hated.”

“Oh my god, you even remember that?” you said, surprised. Even you’d forgotten that detail, until now.

“Of course,” he admitted, as if it would be ridiculous to assume he’d let such a benign anecdote slip his mind. And then, with something a little more teasing lilting through his tone, “And that night you slept in my bed for the first time…”

“Yeah…” you confirmed, drowsy but delighted, returning to where you’d been nuzzling close into his chest, exhaling a slow, even breath. “I did.”

Sometimes, that chapter of your relationship— of your life— still felt like an entirely different reality. Like it had happened to someone else and you’d only ever heard an extremely detailed retelling of it, not actually experienced it yourself. You tried to only focus on the good parts of your beginning together. There had been far too much bad, some pieces of it still haunting you unexpectedly, whether as you went about your day or late at night in your dreams where you couldn’t escape unless Touya shook you awake and reminded you that you were ok, that you were safe, that he was there to protect you until you believed him.

And though you loved Touya more than anything or anyone in the entire world, you never tricked yourself into believing it had all been worth it. What you’d both been forced to endure and survive back then had been nothing short of a traumatic nightmare and there was no amount of optimism or romanticizing that could change that. But in those lighter moments, the times you’d shared laughs and traded griefs and learned to trust each other…

Those were the times that made what you’d been through— what you still sometimes had to relive— a little easier to bear, at least.

“Seems like it was just yesterday…” Touya murmured, adjusting his position around you so you could both be comfortable and letting his eyes fall closed once more.

And yet, you thought, drifting off to sleep, also like an eternity ago.

***

Half a day earlier than expected, the rain finally calmed to a steady drizzle. The roads were still flooded in most places and the power had yet to be fully restored, but the worst of the storm was over and you and Touya could at least make a run to the nearest convenience store for some provisions on foot. The sun was still too shy to break through the clouds but some semblance of dulled, grey daylight was perceivable through the afternoon hours, at least.

You and Touya walked arm in arm, him carrying your transparent bubble umbrella over both of your heads to and from the store, happy to see your mood having lifted a little with the excitement to share the snacks you were carrying in the plastic bags printed with bold red THANK YOU’s down the front.

The walk from the store at the corner and back to the complex was a short one. Ten minutes, tops, and on a nice day, the two of you might even take a detour through the park that sprawled for a few miles across the street. Even with the rain, you were kind of curious to take a quick loop through, survey the damage of the fallen trees and overflowing ponds, but due to those reasons the park was currently closed.

Touya then noticed a frown tugging down the corners of your mouth and asked, “What’s wrong?”

“Oh, nothing,” You said, attempting to conceal your worry with a wobbly grin. “It’s just… the animals. With all the trees falling, their homes, y’know?” You gave a little shrug, voice shaking a bit towards the end as if you were talking about people you knew personally and not a bunch of little forest critters.

Touya was caught off guard by the way you thought sometimes. It would never occur to him to have sympathy for the birds and squirrels post-hurricane. Your sensitivity to such matters was just another thing he loved about you though. But you seemed genuinely troubled by this matter, so he tried to comfort you by giving your shoulder a light squeeze and assuring you, “I’m sure they evacuated to another park, baby.”

You weren’t so convinced, but by then you were nearly back at the apartment complex and something had suddenly caught your eye and made you gasp, your prior thought slipping from your mind.

“Hey, look!” you announced, pointing one of your periwinkle-painted fingers skyward to where a ray of light beamed through the clouds, a promise for the sunny spring days to come. You let out an adorable little giggle and Touya wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you in closer to his side.

It was still drizzling, but suddenly Touya was compelled to close the umbrella, earning a confused look from you and a curiosity of what are you doing on your lips, but he granted you an answer before you could even speak the question into existence.

Pressing his lips to yours, your mouth instinctually parting to let him in, Touya’s lithe fingers gently cradled your jaw as he leaned in to deepen the kiss, a misty spray of rain clinging to your hair and lashes like thousands of tiny crystals. You let the grocery bags slip from your loose, dangling grip, the snacks hitting the pavement with a soft thud as you reached both hands up to twine them through his damp hair, the taste of him sweeter than any hard candies or mochi ice cream that now sat forgotten at the bottom of the bags.

When he finally broke away, the pupils at the center of his half-lidded cobalt gaze were blown wide with nothing except absolute adoration for you, one of those charmingly crooked smiles spreading across his lips, which were now slightly smudged with your favorite glitter gloss.

He let out an amused hum of a chuckle upon your look of innocent bewilderment, still a little taken aback by the sudden and unprompted display of affection, especially in public, but feeling it warm you from the inside out like the sunlight cracking through the clouds.

But then you smiled, big and bright and beautiful, his favorite smile in the whole world, you picking up your grocery bags as he reopened the umbrella above your heads. And as you continued the rest of the way home, the entire time Touya just couldn’t stop thinking about two things: one, how he was constantly reminded how lucky he was to have you in his life, to be able to call you his, and two, how it was never too late to start making new memories in the rain.

#here’s just a lil something cuz I was listening to my playlist for this au and missing him 🥺💕 #also it’s been raining a lot where I live too #touya todoroki #touya todoroki x reader #touya todoroki x y/n #touya todoroki x you #dabi #dabi x reader #dabi x y/n #dabi x you #boku no hero academia #boku no hero academia fanfiction #bnha x reader #bnha x you #bnha x y/n #mha #dabi mha #mha dabi #mha x reader #mha x you #mha x y/n #my hero academia #my hero academia fanfiction #drabble

[shisnhou]

kiss me more

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

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

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

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

there, he finally notices.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

what?

oh..

oh.

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

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

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

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

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

#dabi x gn!reader #dabi x poc!reader #dabi x gn reader #dabi x gender neutral reader #dabi x y/n #dabi x self insert #dabi x reader #dabi x you #dabi x me #dabi fluff #dabi angst #dabi smut #touya x gn!reader #touya x gender neutral reader #touya x y/n #touya x reader #touya x you #touya todoroki x y/n #touya todoroki x you #touya todoroki x reader #touya fluff #touya angst #touya smut #touya todoroki fluff #todoroki smut #touya todoroki angst #mha fluff #mha x reader

[sweetbbyshion]

-> Never Satisfied

Virgin!Dabi x Fem!Reader x Fratboy!Takami Keigo (Hawks)

characters: Dabi (Todoroki Touya), Takami Keigo (Hawks)

genre: smut

summary: Hawks feels bad for the fact that his best friend is still a virgin, so he shares his girlfriend with him.

warnings: NSFW, threesome, established relationship (Hawks x Reader), oral (m -> f and f -> m), pet names (princess), mild degrading and praising, MALE X MALE but not much, creampie

collabs: this is part of my sunday spitroast collab

The hands on your waist are familiar. Hawks pushes his hips against your back, trapping your body between his and the table in front of you. His voice is low on your ear as his hand wraps around your wrist. Your hand holds a ping pong ball and you are trying to focus on the cups in front of you. The voices around you are all mixed together, faces blurred, the only person you can hear is your boyfriend instructing you how to play beer pong and his body, hot, against yours. Hawks presses a kiss on your neck before backing away to let you throw the ball. A squeal leaves your lips when the ball falls inside the red cup in the middle and Hawks hugs your waist from behind as a celebration, swinging you from side to side as praise leaves his lips.

Your body feels hot. You don’t know if it’s the alcohol you have been sipping from your boyfriend’s cup or the closeness of his body. His smell was intoxicating enough to make you forget about the game and drag the blond to a free couch. You push him to sit down, straddling his lap as Hawks’ hands quickly make their way to your thighs. It wasn’t usual for you to make out with your hot boyfriend in the middle of parties, everyone was always too drunk to care about the random couple hungrily kissing and feeling each other’s bodies on the worn out couch; but you liked the feeling. Maybe there were some people sick enough to look at you as you grind on Hawks’ crotch, biting his lower lip as pleas fell from your lips for him to do something. His hands help you move your hips on top of him but that’s as far as he goes, his stupid smirk not leaving his lips as he demands you to do the work if you want some release. It’s frustrating but you still do it. There is nothing you love more than to please Hawks. Your hands set on his chest, under the black sleeveless shirt he’s wearing, to keep you stable as your hips meet his on slow thrusts. You lick his lips, moving one hand to the back of his neck and pulling his hair as you whine his name against his lips. Hawks’ grip on your thighs tightens and you feel so close. You look down, a wet patch already forming on his pants and you hold back the moan that threatens to leave your mouth as you pull him for another kiss.

Someone clearing their throat behind you gets your attention and you let go of your boyfriend to look at the person standing there.

“Hey Dabi.” you giggle, giving him a small wave.

“Sorry to interrupt. Just wanted to let you know that I’m going home.”

“So early? Sit down Dabi, relax a bit.” you turn your head back to Hawks, smiling when you see the lipstick stains on his lips. You move to kiss his neck, looking at the way your lipstick stains his skin. “Yeah, sit down Dabi. You seem so tense.” you tease.

Dabi sighs and takes the place next to Hawks. He knows it’s useless to argue with his best friend. Your boyfriend engages in a conversation with him while you’re busy marking his neck and feeling his chest, going back to softly grinding on him. From the corner of your eye, you see Dabi’s eyes lower a bit to look at your body as he tries his best to continue talking to Hawks. “Are you going to be a virgin forever?” That catches your attention and you fully turn to the man sitting next to you. His tattooed hand is holding a cup in front of his face, trying to hide the subtle redness of his cheeks as he looks to the side to not make any eye contact. “Not forever. I just don’t feel like fucking a random girl.” You perk up at the words, discreetly glancing at Hawks.

“You don’t have to fuck a random girl. Just fuck her.”

Hawks’ eyes are focused on you and Dabi follows his line of vision. He thinks it might be a joke, just a prank his best friend decided to pull to see if he would finally admit the crush he has on his girlfriend. But you are leaning closer and closer to Dabi, looking deep inside his blue eyes. “Do you want to fuck me Touya?” your voice is so angelic in his ears that, for a moment, Dabi thinks he’s hallucinating. You look ethereal, although some people might disagree, Dabi thinks you never looked better. Your lipstick is smudged, traces of it on Hawks’ mouth and neck. Your clothes are wrinkled, the skin of your waist peeking under the shirt that Dabi swears belongs to Hawks. You whisper his name again, his real name, and move from Hawks’ lap to his. His hands fall on his side, too scared to touch you as he looks around to see if someone is looking. No one seems to look at what’s happening, how strange it is for someone in a relationship to be on someone else’s lap, someone that isn’t their boyfriend.

Your fingertips trace the black lines of his neck tattoo, so softly that he almost couldn’t feel it. You were so close, too close, and he could feel your hot breath near his lips. “I can’t.” Dabi manages to murmur and you laugh, getting even closer. He saw your lips move but his ears couldn’t pick up the sound of your voice. He knows you’re waiting for his consent but he can’t, not here. His head turns to look at his best friend and Hawks must have seen the eagerness in his eyes because he simply gets up and tilts his head to the stairs. You, happily, get up and hold Dabi’s hand, gently pulling him to get up. Soon, Dabi is following you up the stairs, Hawks in front of you, guiding you to his room. Dabi supposes it’s a good thing that the party happened in Hawks’ frat house; he doesn’t think he could wait much longer. His dick is painfully hard in his pants and he can feel the precum leaking. It’s embarrassing how his dick twitches every time you turn around and smile at him. Dabi thinks he might be in love.

Hawks opens the door to his room and you promptly lay on the bed. Your boyfriend locks the door behind Dabi and with the click of the door, Dabi realizes this is really happening. He was going to lose his virginity to you.

Dabi knew he was attractive. Not the standard beauty but he was handsome. Dark messy hair, sometimes with white roots when he gets too lazy to dye his hair. Black ink covers his body up to his neck. And the piercings across his face give him the dangerous look people usually fall for. But it's not true love; no, they just want a quick fuck with the local bad boy. He doesn't want that, he wants to be with someone he likes (you, but he yells at his brain to stop saying he doesn't fuck random people because he has been in love with you since Hawks introduced you).

“Are you just gonna stand there?” Hawks voice catches his attention and then he realizes that his best friend is sitting on the chair while you're sitting on the bed, looking up at Dabi. “She’s waiting.”

You lift your shirt up, not enough to show your breasts but enough to tease Dabi to make him do something. He walks slowly to the bed, scared that you're going to change your mind. You move to get on your knees as you pull the man closer to you by the belt. Dabi holds back a breath, unsure of what to do. “Can I suck you off?” your voice is low and sounds so sweet that Dabi can't believe something like that left your lips. He nods and you happily take off his belt and unzip his pants. Your nails scrap his hips as you pull his boxers down and Dabi sighs enamored when you lick your lips looking at his dick. “‘s so pretty.” you murmur, looking up at the man. He never considered his dick pretty, never even thought about it but his chest swells with pride when he hears you. You kiss his tip (he wishes you were kissing him) and in a swift movement your mouth engulfs his dick and Dabi feels like he is going to cum just with the warmth of your mouth around him. Your eyes are focused on him, not even half of his dick inside your mouth and you're already tearing up. A warm body presses against his back and Hawks’ hand goes to the back of your head and presses you down.

“She's a brat. She acts like she can't do it but you have to show her that she can.” Hawks moves your head up and down with a grip on your hair. “There you go. Good girl. Show Touya how much you like his dick.”

Can anyone blame Dabi if he comes in less than five minutes?

Luckily, Hawks forced your head back and you whined, fighting against his hand to go back to sucking Dabi. “Are you acting up because Touya is here? Behave.” The stern tone of Hawks’ voice is enough to make you stop, slightly pouting as you look at the two men towering over you. “Keigo…” you plead and your boyfriend clicks his tongue before roughly grabbing your face, his hand squishing your cheeks as he forces you to look at him. “I’m running out of patience, princess. Just fucking lay there and let Touya use you, ok?” you nod, moving to lay

your head on the fluffy pillow. You keep your legs closed, a bit shy under Dabi’s intense stare but your boyfriend is quick to push them open as he whispers something in his best friend’s ear, his body pressing further into Dabi’s back. Dabi’s shaky hands remove your pants and his eyes widen at the wet spot in your underwear.

“Do something.” you beg.

“That's not very nice. Don't forget our Touya doesn't have experience. Take off her panties, the slut is already dripping.” Dabi pulls the piece of clothing down your legs and he holds his breath as he looks at your pussy, trying to decide whether or not he is a creep for staring at it so intensely. “You can stare, don't be ashamed. It's pretty, isn't it? Tastes even better.” Hawks says close to his ear, sending a shiver down Dabi’s spine. “But we don't have time for that now. She’s already desperate. So, time for your lesson. You can't just stick your dick inside, she needs some preparation or it will hurt. Use your fingers for a bit and make sure she's loose enough.”

Hawks uses his body to push Dabi’s body forward, instructing him how to use his fingers as he holds Dabi’s wrist to guide him. It's just like he did back at the party, hot body pressed against yours as he taught you beer pong.

You like that his best friend is giving you all the attention in the world but you miss your boyfriend’s attention. He is so focused on Dabi that he hasn't really looked at you, simply concentrated on teasing the man in front of him. So you make your personal goal to follow every instruction in hopes of being rewarded at the end.

Dabi’s fingers touch your clit, still being guided by the blond. Dabi is so enamored that he can't even speak, solely looking at your pussy and trying not to come just by touching it. His thumb rubs soft circles on your clit like he saw people doing in amateur porn videos on Twitter and he pushes his middle finger inside you. Cute whines fall from your lips and Dabi is in love with the way you sound. You bite your lip, small hums echoing through the room and hitting Dabi’s dick making it twitch and leak even more. He pushes another finger inside and holds back a groan when Hawks praises him softly.

His best friend guides him through it until he decides that you're prepared. Dabi looks at you, a bit unsure of what to do and Hawks decides to take matters into his own hands. He sneaks an arm around Dabi’s waist, holding his dick to guide him but a loud groan and Dabi’s head falling back makes him stop.

“Did you just fucking cum?” You try to hold your giggles with a hand covering your mouth and Dabi turns red with embarrassment. Hawks laughs loudly. “Hey, nothing to be ashamed about.” he says, starting to jerk off Dabi to get him hard again. “Too bad she’s the star of the show today, I’d love to have some fun with you.” He whispers close to his ear, biting gently his ear lobe. Dabi gets hard again rather quickly and he finally pushes inside you before he cums with Hawks’ hand again. Dabi is entranced by the way you bounce with each thrust but he misses the warmth of Hawks body when he backs off and goes to your side, roughly pushing his dick inside your mouth.

Dabi feels himself already get close, getting lost in the way you squeeze around him every time Hawks fucks your throat with a bit more force.

“Where…” Dabi almost chokes in his own spit, trying not to cum. “Where can I cum?”

“Inside.”

Hawks voice is stern and Dabi cums inside you without second thoughts. After a few more thrusts, your boyfriend cums down your throat and you choke a bit trying to swallow everything. He pulls out and gets down to kiss your forehead before moving next to Dabi. “You did good.” he praises. “You need more practice but I’m sure she will be happy to help.” Dabi pulls out, legs feeling like jello.

“Thank you.” he murmurs.

Hawks pats his back. “You should thank her. It’s fine if you kiss her.”

He smiles before lowering on top of you to place a kiss on your lips. You smile, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer. “Thanks Touya. I can't wait for next time.”

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[thehusbandoden]

I've been really busy with life, so I haven't been writing recently, but I'm going to attempt to get back into the habit lol.

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[bakubabes-tatakae]

Hello! Can I get some Dabi smut? Dabi is on a meeting and his s/o keeps sending him suggestive pics and then he goes to her and punishes her 😏 Thanks a lot babe. I love your writing so much 😘

Oh, how I love writing for Dabi. I hope this is everything that you're looking for nonny.

Pictures || {NSFW} Dabi x fem!Reader

Warnings: smut, fingering, 18+ content, dirty talk, offensive language (swearing), edging, teasing, begging, taunting, x fem!Reader, lingerie, shit head Dabi, minors dni

Word Count: 1.5k

The second buzz of his phone while he sat with Tomura and the others made him groan softly. It was barely audible to the rest of the people around him as he pulled the device from his pocket. Your name filled the screen, something he had been half-expecting. Usually, if he got messages while he was in a meeting or at the hideout it was always you.

Dabi brought his attention back to the task at hand and placed his phone face down on the table, listening to what his leader had to say. Another vibration made him drop his head back, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he heard Tomura's voice speak his name. "Do you have some kind of emergency you need to deal with Dabi? Or can we continue what we were doing?"

Dabi pulled his head back up straight and grabbed the phone, locking eyes with Tomura as he stood from his chair. "I'll be back in five minutes tops. Don't wait for me. I can catch what I miss when we're done here."

His boots stomped against the hardwood of the hideout as he left the room, pushing the door open a little too hard as it bounced against the wall. He was angry, he knew exactly what you had sent him when he saw that the messages only said "attachment" on them. Dabi sat on the couch in the living area of the building and opened his texts, his cock twitching in his pants as he saw the pictures before him.

It was instantaneous for him, his finger pressing call before he could stop himself from doing so, his free hand palming his cock through his jeans. The phone pressed to his ear as he looked around, making sure that no one else had come out of the conference room with him. Your angelic tone rang through the receiver, as lustful and smooth as you could make it be. "Well good evening, my love."

A growl sounded in his chest, one that you could hear flawlessly through the phone. "Don't give me that bullshit, dollface." He gripped onto the arm of the couch and huffed out an amused laugh. "I think that you need to watch yourself. I have ten minutes left of this meeting at the most and when I get home... Oh, you're in for some trouble sweetheart."

You couldn't help the small pangs of fear that shot through you, knowing that when Dabi said that you were in trouble it wasn't some kind of joke. It was never something that he played around with. It meant that you were about to be punished for teasing him, just as you always did when you found the nerve to do such a thing. But today... today had been different. You had been much more brave than usual. "I'll believe it when I see it."

A click on his end of the phone sent him reeling, his eye bulging out of his head with anger. Had you just hung up on him? No one hung up on him without some kind of response. He wouldn't go easy on you when he walked through those doors.

You sprawled out on your bed as you waited for him, knowing that the hideout wasn't all that far from the apartment that you shared. Dabi would be angrier than you had seen him in a while when he walked through the doors and you had to be prepared for anything.

The sound of a car pulling into the driveway about fifteen minutes after you had hung up on him sent a shiver down your spine. You hadn't realized exactly how upset he was really about to be. A whole new side of Dabi that you weren’t used to seeing. He was usually pretty aggressive in bed, but the level you were about to see was something you had never witnessed before. 

The front door slammed against the wall as he entered the apartment, hitting hard enough to bounce back at him. His voice was menacing as he called up to you, but there was a hint of happiness behind it. Dabi was enjoying this, knowing that you were probably sitting upstairs on the bed, shaking in fear and anticipation. “Now now, kitten. You’re hiding from me aren’t you? You know just how much trouble you’re in.”

The sound of his boots against the stairs made you sit up a little, the once brave posture that you held now completely gone. This had been a bad idea. A good idea at the time, but now… now you were thinking otherwise. You swallowed hard and looked around, trying to keep yourself calm, the boots coming closer and closer to the door. 

The light from the hallway shone in the bedroom as Dabi made his way in, the smug grin painting his face making your whole body quake. His body moved toward you, his hand reaching out for you. His grip on your wrist was tight, a quick tug pulling you to the edge of the bed. “What did you think you were doing when you were sending me all of those pictures? Did you think that you were gonna get away with it?”

You shook your head quickly, trying hard to stop yourself from crying out. The way he looked at you, the way he taunted you, it was intoxicating. “N-No. I didn’t think I would. I just… I didn’t think you’d be this angry.”

A menacing chuckle left his lips as he leaned over you on the bed, the lingerie set that dawned your body making him run his tongue across his lips. “Oh dollface, I promise you that I’m not angry. I just can’t wait to see what you look like when you’re begging me for mercy.”

Dabi didn’t waste a second, his hand that had gripped your wrist now moving to your neck as he pushed you against the bed. You let out a small squeak as his body weight pressed to yours, the mattress moving underneath you. “D-Dabi, please.”

Another snicker filled your ears as he pushed his knee between your legs, pushing them apart so his fingers could rub against the thin fabric of your panties. “That’s right, baby. Go ahead. Keep begging for me.”

Dabi’s fingers found your clit, vigorously rubbing against it as your back arched for him. You needed more, needed to hear the way he always praised you when you whined so pretty for him. “M-more, please. I c-can’t Dabi.”

Dabi taunted you, repeating your words as he looked down at you with dark eyes. “C-Can’t what? Can’t take it? Can’t handle it? Oh, what a poor little baby you are. Tell me what you want, you won’t get anything until you do.”

You could barely say a few coherent words let alone make a sentence for him. You mustered every bit of focus that you could as his finger teased your entrance, the look of pleasure on his face at your expense making butterflies flutter in your chest. “Wanna feel you inside me. More. I need more. Need to cum.”

A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, watching you with lust and desire. “Now that’s more like it, but your punishment today is gonna be hard. All you’re gonna get from me is my fingers, darling.” He tilted his head to the side as he finally plunged his fingers into your core, pistoning them in and out of you at a relentless pace. “You want more than that you have to work for it. You want a little taste of my cock you’re gonna have to do something big for it.”

The coil in your abdomen tightened fast, the way his fingers hit every spot perfectly as his digits curled sending you reeling. You could feel it coming, the warmth in your abdomen growing more and more as he placed a hand on your stomach. “I can feel you closing around my fingers baby. I know you wanna cum, but what if I don’t let you? What if I take that all away?”

As your walls began to close he pulled his fingers away, a shit eating grin painting his face as he looked back at you. His name spilled from your mouth as you felt the euphoria that had been just flooding you disappear, a shockwave of emotions hitting you like a truck. “D-Dabi, fuck.”

Your hips moved against his hand as you desperately tried to get him to touch you again. You wanted all of him, your desire for him growing as you writhed underneath him. You should never have sent him those pictures, regret flooding you as realization set in. He wasn’t planning on letting this go quickly. He was gonna drag this out as long as he could. “Pretty baby, she just wants that release, huh? But we’re just getting started and I can’t wait to see that face just a few more times.”

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[dabis-loverboy]

Hello

Do you write smut?

Then can I have a dabi with reader who has a daddy kink (reader has it)

If you don't want to do it

Then maybe write fluff with dabi

Cry For Daddy, Doll

Warnings: nsfw, minors dni, daddy kink, dom/sub dynamic, dom Dabi, rough sex, dacryphilia, mean Dabi

Pairing: Dabi/Touya Todoroki x genderneutral reader

A/N: I definitely write nsfw! Also. Oof this kink is my biggest one with my favorite character hdbdjdndj

"Daddy!" You whined.

From above you, Dabi watched your face contort in pleasure. His cock throbbing inside of you, slamming every inch of his length into your hole. He chuckled, watching tears drip down your face from those pretty eyes of yours. Dabi loved watching you hiccup and sob as he fucked into your tight hole.

"Daddy, huh?" He teased.

Your face went red, brightening as you looked up at the extensively scarred man that was railing you. His thrusts were precise, slamming into that spot that felt so so good. You could lay there, moaning and panting. Especially at the sound of slapping that reverberated throughout the room, accompanying that sound was the faint sound of the desk you were laid on being moved ever so slightly due to how hard Dabi was fucking you. You whined in direct response to his teasing.

"You're my little whore now. Aren't you?" He growled, "So, cry for your Daddy, doll."

You gasped, feeling his palm press against your thigh, whining amd whimpering as his palm heated up. That curseded fire quirk of his and that curseded fire kink of yours. You only nodded, moaning and crying as he fucked you.

"Use your words, doll." Dabi grunted.

"Please Daddy! Fuck me! Fuck my hole!" You offered immediately.

One thing was for sure. Despite everything you had ever told Dabi, you'd be an onedient whore for Daddy in the end.

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[missrosegold]

Okay, but here me out:

Scorned dragon prince Touya who's been burned before and wants to be left alone.

Unwilling princess reader who has some fire of her own.

I'll leave this here. (I'll be coming back to this later...)

#rose rambles #this idea hit me late last night #i've been thinking about doing a story where dabi is a dragon shifter #and i think i've finally thought of a plot #dabi #dabi x reader #touya todoroki x y/n #touya x reader

[snake-cabin]

hi, hope youre having a blessed day!! can i ask for #1 and #4 with dabi in a headcanon typa way please? tysm!!!

hi, of course you can! i hope you’re having a lovely day as well ☺️

prompt(s): constant physical touch to feel safe & understanding each other without words

character: touya/dabi (boku no hero academia)

words: 893

content warning: 18+ content! minors please dni! mention of drugs/alcohol, a tiny bit of smut, some hurt/comfort.

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♡ I think when Dabi is first getting to know you, he acts like physical touch is only something he’s comfortable giving rather than getting, maybe getting a little too handsy with you before you two are officially dating just so he can feel like he’s the one in control. But the truth is, the reason he does that is because it’s the only way he can contain just how crazy he is about you. The moment you agree to be exclusively his, however, it feels like his rough, scarred hands never leave you for more than a few minutes at a time.

♡ In the early days of your relationship, when things are still new, if you’re in a meeting with the League or just hanging around hq, Dabi will place his hands on your hips or drape one over your thigh, gently kneading your soft flesh under the table or the bar counter and smirking to himself as he watches you struggle to remain composed out of the corner of his eye.

♡ But when things between you two get more serious, especially after the first time you sleep together, it’s like the notch of Dabi’s need to touch you gets turned up to 100. Suddenly he’s lacing his fingers together with yours or leaning over you from behind to rest his chin over your shoulder as he hugs you close to his chest in plain view of the other members of the League, feeling like if he goes too long without feeling your gentle warmth against the raging inferno caged behind his ribs that he’ll explode. You have a calming effect on him that no amount of his drugs or alcohol could ever hope to accomplish. In fact, ever since you’ve been around, been his, he’s nearly quit some of his old addictions.

♡ It’s a little overwhelming for you at first, if you’re being honest. You’ve just never been with someone so physically affectionate. And he is affectionate, in his own, special, twisted little ways— like how he presses the sweetest, most tender kisses to the bruises and bites he leaves on you after getting a little too rough during sex, or the way he wraps his long, thin arms around you as you drift off to sleep together, the rhythmic beating of his wildfire heart slowing to something more akin to a crackling campfire when you’re near.

♡ It’s one night when you’re lying together afterward, staring into each other’s eyes and murmuring quiet, sated conversation when you reach out and actually touch him first. It’s unexpected to him when your little hand reaches over and cups his cheek, the soft pad of your thumb gently stroking the patchy, purple skin under his eye, making him flinch a bit, but it’s not just the sudden contact that has him tensing and freezing for a moment. It’s the way you’re looking at him— looking at him like he’s more than just scar tissue and trauma concealed under the false guise of not giving a shit.

♡ He turns into your palm, presses his mismatched lips to it and plants a chaste kiss there. If anyone else ever saw this side of him— the soft underbelly of the blue flamed beast— they’d never let him hear the end of it. So he saves it just for you, here in the privacy of this room, laying bare and vulnerable beside you, perhaps the only place he feels truly safe. He lets you trace his scars with your careful, loving fingertips and knows when he lets out a shuddering sigh because no one’s ever been this tender with him, you won’t hold it against him or take it for granted.

♡ It only takes a few months of really knowing each other that the two of you begin to notice something sort of odd, and that’s that sometimes, all it takes for you to communicate something is a single look. Whether it’s a twitch of a dark brow over one of his bright sapphire eyes or a crooked twist of one side of your mouth, a simple gesture or expression seems to convey an entire conversation between you two.

♡ The others don’t understand it— don’t understand how just a few looks and a couple murmured words or quiet sounds here or there can put you both on the same page of whatever it is you’re trying to communicate, but you don’t need them to understand. All that matters is that you and Dabi get each other. At the end of the day, that’s all the two of you have ever really wanted. Just someone to relate to without having to explain all the gruesome details to beforehand.

♡ But even if the other members of the League have a lot of things they don’t understand about you two, there is one thing they can all agree on after witnessing enough of your shared interactions, and that’s that you two really are perfect for each other. You two are ride or die, and even with your differences you still seem to end up on common ground.

♡ Dabi loves you. He loves you. How long has it been since he’s been able to say that— to feel it— and actually mean it?

♡ But the best part is, you love him too.

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send me a number from this prompt list + one of the characters i write for and i’ll write a short lil something for you 💕

#dabi #dabi x reader #dabi x you #dabi x y/n #touya todoroki #touya todoroki x reader #touya todoroki x you #touya todoroki x y/n #touya mha #dabi mha #mha #mha x reader #mha x you #mha x y/n #bnha #bnha x reader #bnha x you #bnha x y/n #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #my hero academia fanfiction #boku no hero academia fanfiction #mha fanfiction #bnha fanfiction #kodis requests