Reader: Gender Neutral Character:Dabi Rating: G Summary:Dabi hated the rain so he came over and you spent the day together. Warning:Fluff, Dabi being Dabi, Drinking Tip Jar |Commission Info | Ask Box: Open
Thunder clapped outside your apartment window as rain cascaded down to the ground. You were curled up on your couch, sipping some wine and eating some home-made burritos. It was your day off and you wanted to relax on your balcony but it got too rainy.
You hadn’t heard much from your on again, off again boyfriend Dabi. You knew he was going to be busy with some “work” so you let him go about his day. You were happier with a burrito anyway.
It was getting close to sundown when you heard a knock on the balcony door of your apartment. When you looked over it was sure enough there was Dabi, standing there, getting soaked from the rain.
“Dabi?” You asked.
“Who else would it be?” He asked plainly.
You rolled your eyes and got up from the couch, you pulled your sweater closer to your body as you opened the back door, letting the cold air in.
“What are you doing here?” You asked as he passed you to go inside and kick off his shoes.
“Hate the rain, I’ve got no where else to go.”
“I thought you were busy with a mission?” You asked as you crossed your arms and watched him enter the apartment and sit on the couch.
“Ended early, didn’t want to spend the rain alone.” He remarked.
“Aw is someone afraid of a little thunder?” You asked mockingly as you went to sit back down beside him and finish up the rest of the burrito. Dabi draped an arm over your shoulders and started watching television.
“Aw gross, dude. You’re wet.”
“Well yeah, it’s raining out.”
“Get off my couch, idiot!” You yelped as you got up and looked at him. He rolled his eyes and got up as well. He took off his wet jacket along with his wet shirt underneath.
He stood there, his scarred chest exposed with his hand wrapped into the fabric of his shirt.
“Got a dryer?” He asked.
“I’ll dry it later.” You said as you took both items and brought it to your bathroom to dry in the shower. He followed close behind you with his pants in tow, his underwear still on thankfully.
“You got some clothes or am I just going to sit here naked?” He asked.
You rolled your eyes, “I have some old clothes from an ex boyfriend, is that okay?”
“You kept clothes from your ex?” Dabi asked, a hint of jealousy in his voice. He crossed his arms and looked at you.
“Oh please.” You said as you rolled your eyes, “I have some of your clothes too.” You hung up the pants as well before exiting the bathroom.
“You wound me, little flame.” He remarked as he entered the bedroom with you. You tried not to look at his almost nude form. Tonight was supposed to be about you, with your wine and burrito.
And Dabi had to ruin that.
You shoved some extra clothes into his arms. Most of it belonged to him and what he left behind on the other occasions he visited. It included a tank top and sweatpants. He slipped them on and stretched his arms above his head.
His exposed part of his lean stomach as he stretched his arms above his head. He exhaled a little and asked, “What’s for dinner?”
“I have a burrito for myself, but I have wine if you want some.” You said as he followed you back to the couch.
Rain hit the window of your balcony in heavy drops. You poured Dabi a glass of wine and you two went back to the couch. He dropped down, letting the comfiness of couch taking him over. You could only imagine what he has been doing since he got back from his mission, probably eating instant ramen and sleeping.
And you knew the mattress in his shit hole of an apartment wasn’t very comfortable.
He took a couple of sips of his wine and put the glass down on the table. He looked over to you and smiled a little.
“I missed you.” He said.
“You missed the wine I bought.” You chuckled.
He leaned in for a kiss and pressed it against your soft lips. He wrapped an arm around you and kissed you further. He liked kissing you, it wasn’t like kissing anyone else. Wasn’t like he had people lining up to get with him.
He drank more of his wine, draining the glass then getting up to get some more.
You remarked, “You’re buying me another bottle of wine.”
“Whatever.” He said.
You both continued to drink, your vision became hazy with the wine. You kept kissing Dabi, you almost missed him with how long he had been gone. You missed your time with him, how much trouble you two caused together.
Your relationship wasn’t perfect, but a small part of you missed him when he was gone.
You looked at him and leaned in for a kiss, he tasted like wine and you were hooked. His hands felt up the bottom of your shirt. His kisses were hot and heavy, he missed you.
“Want to take this somewhere else?” He asked.
“Where could we possibly go?” You asked sarcastically.
He got into your personal space and replied, “Your bedroom, where I can fuck you until you’re nothing but a pile of scum at the bottom of my boot.”
“Then lead the way, Dabi.” You smirked as you got up from the couch.
Warnings: Arguments, accusations, feelings against partners, angsty
Iida: I sat at my desk working on my notes for an Upcoming Math test. Every now and again I would look towards the door. Iida was supposed to help me but he had yet to show up.
“I think he bailed again.” I muttered under my breath. I set down my pencil and leaned back. I ran my hands through my hair, brushing out the knots I found.
I pulled myself back to my desk. I stared at the numbers on the page. My gaze drifted to the door before going to my phone. I grabbed it and pulled up Iida’s contact. I pressed the call button and let it ring. I almost gave up when he finally answered.
“I’m Sorry for not answering sooner, darling. I was speaking Yaoyorozu.” My heart panged a little at her name.
“Oh, did I interrupt something?” I asked.
“Nothing too Major. We were taking a short break. We were discussing some class activities and the responsibility schedule for the next month before bringing it to Aizawa-sensei.”
“O-Oh, um,…” I bit my thumb nail, completely deflating.
“Is something wrong, darling?” I panicked.
“Oh no! I just hadn’t seen you since the end of the day, so I was a little worried is all.”
“Oh, alright. Are you sure that’s all?”
“Yeah. I hope your planning goes well. Talk to you later.” I hung up the phone. I stared down at my notebook, thinking of all the times this same scenario has played out. I only forced myself out of my head when I registered the few drops on my paper.
Sometime later, I ventured out to go get some dinner. I hung out with Kaminari and Sero as I ate. I was heading back up when Iida and Momo came in.
“Darling, it’s lovely to see you.”
“Yeah, you too.” I went to pass him when he stopped me.
“Is everything alright? You seem off and sounded so on the Phone.” I tried to brush him off but he persisted. I sighed and pulled him to the side.
“Shouldn’t you be with them?”
“I-I-I don’t understand. What …”
“I mean I get you made a commitment to your role as Class Prez but… I thought you had made a commitment to me too.” I said quietly. “So, shouldn’t you be with Momo or Deku or Aizawa to fulfill your responsibilities?” I choked ofthe question. I quickly turned and walked always, muttering. “Since that is all you seem to do.”
Aizawa: Everyone knows how Shota is. Every chance he gets, he will take a nap. Yamada even warned me when Shota and I started dating about it. Now we are living together and it’s only slightly different. He stays awake but is very mellow. He also always has a cat with him.
“I’m home, love.” I heard him coming from the front hall. “Where are you?”
“Laundry room.” I called back. I caught onto the neary silent footsteps coming close. I felt him wrap his arms around me from behind. “Hi.” I kissed his cheek.
“Hi.” He rested his head on my shoulder. I continued to sort the laundry. We stood in silence for a little bit. I happened to look down and saw one of our cats sitting there rubbing his head on Sho’s leg.
“Okay. You should go take a bath. Relax.” He nodded. We went to walk out and I saw his shirt and capture weapon were filthy. “Hold on.” I flicked my hand and pulled the clothes off. They flew into my hand. “Thank you.”
“Welcome.” He walked out.
A little while later, I walked into our room and heard Shota mumbling. I peeked in and saw him petting the cats. He was mindlessly talking to them as he sat in the bath. I shook my head amused and moved on.
I was in the kitchen when he came out. I looked at him and choked on my drink, laughing at the cat that was on his shoulder. I gave him a questioning look but he just shrugged. I just continued to make dinner. It was after dinner when he finally came to me.
“I’m exhausted.” I was sitting on the couch with my legs across the cushions. He laid down next to them and cuddled into my stomach. I looked around and surprisingly didn’t see a cat.
“Shouldn’t you be with one of the cats? I mean you have been with them since you got home.” I teased. I began to massage his head. He just gave me a half-hearted annoyed look before dropping his head back down.
We sat there cuddling as I read a book, both hands rubbing his back and head. It was not long before I felt his breathing start to even out. That was until one of the cats jumped onto his back. I laughed as he groaned but he fell asleep nonetheless with a cat sleeping on his back.
Amajiki: Class 3-A was having a Senior picnic of sorts. The whole day had activities to do or you just relax. It was basically a last hooray for us students before graduation. I had got pulled away by a few of my friends right off the bat.
“I want to go to the photo booth!” I laughed as my friend dragged me off. We did a few things until taking a small break.
“Hey, Y/N.” I turned and saw Tamaki.
“Tama!” I hugged him tight before giving him a swift kiss. He held me tight.
“Are you having fun?” He asked quietly.
“Yes, are you? How long have you been here?”
“Only for a little bit.” He said. He looked around admiring the decor. “Want to…”
“L/N! Come on, we’re going to bob for apples.” I turned and saw my friends waving me over. I looked back at Tamaki. He gave me a smile and motioned for me to go.
“Are you sure?” I ask. He nodded and pushed me by the hips to go. “I promise we’ll get some time for us in a little while.”
“Alright.”
Periodically throughout the day, you had seen Tamaki. A few times he went to see you and your friends drug you away. Other times you tried to go to him but your friends wouldn’t let you go so easily. It was starting to really irk Me. By the time I got to go to do anything with Tama it was getting dark.
3rd pov
Tamaki watched as Y/N ran around with their friends. At first he was okay but as the day drew on, he became more aggravated. He waited for them to come back but they never did. Even Mirio and Nej noticed the boy was acting strangely. so when night fell and they saw Y/N heading their way, they left.
Y/N’s POV
“Alright, I’m going to go spend some time with Tama. See you guys later. They all said goodbye and I walked over to said boy. I saw Mirio and Nej walk away.
"Bye buddy.” Mirio called.
“Tama!” He looked up at me before away. I kept trying to talk to him but he kept ignoring me. “Tama?” I could see by the way he was sitting he was annoyed. I went to touch him but he jumped away before snapping.
“Shouldn’t you be with them?” He snapped, turning back towards me and pointing at the group. I jumped back shocked. “You’ve spent most of the day with them, why not finish it too?” His voice cracked. I stared at him, spooked by his unusual behavior. He stormed off.
“L/N?” Is everything alright?“ I jumped at the hand on my shoulder.
” Uh, yeah, actually I’m not feeling very well. I’m just going to go back to my dorm. Bye.“ I quickly left before anyone saw me cry.
Hawks: I walked around the empty penthouse trying to figure out what to do until my friends called. My office was shut down for the week due to deep cleaning and inspections. Although I still have worked remotely. A few of my coworkers and I have gone out most evenings though. Hawks usually works late so I never lose the time I get to spend with him.
"Come On, I’m getting stir Crazy.” I muttered checking my phone for the hundredth time. As if by magic it went off with the text I was waiting on. I quickly got ready and left.
3rd POV
Hawks flew through the sky, eager to get home to his partner. In the back of his mind a thought nagged at him but he ignored it. He landed on the balcony and Slipped inside.
“Baby!” He ran his fingers through his hair to get out the knots and shrugged off his jacket. When he got no response he sighed.
He walked through the apartment and found no one. He didn’t find a note or anything. His wings fluttered and tensed in irritation. He sat at a barstool and calmed himself down.
The urge to go and see if they’re Okay was strong but he didn’t.
“Unbelievable.” He muttered. “Could have at least given me a heads up. Plus this is the third time this week.” He got up and made dinner for himself. A few hours passed before he heard the door. He was sitting on the couch on his tablet and didn’t ever look at them.
Y/N’s PoV
“Hey honey!” I chirped. He didn’t react which struck me as odd. “Keigo? Are you alright?”
“Fine.” He said curtly. My confusion grew. I walked around the couch and sat next to him. He still wouldn’t look at me.
“Keigo…” I went to touch his hand but he pulled it away.
“Shouldn’t you be with them?” He nearly growled.
“Who?” I almost didn’t want to ask.
“Whoever you’re going out with every evening! I’ve come home early for the past week for you to only find you’re not here.” He stood with his back to me. “So shouldn’t you be with them?” He stormed into our room, slamming the door.
Dabi: You had been waiting at the street corner, shivering, that Dabi had suggested. You had been standing there for nearly an hour & a half before walking the couple of blocks to the LOV bar. You were upset because Dabi had PROMISED but it turns out his word is shit.
“And you have a stick in your ass!” I paused at the first statement I heard coming through the door. I moved farther inside just in time to hear Shiggy’s reply. I tried to shake off the cold but still could feel the chill. Normally I would ask Dabi to help me warm up.
“Oh yeah? At least I have some self respect unlike your burned bacon ass!” I chuckled slightly but remembered why I was here in the first place. I leant against the far wall staring at the two. Dabi must have felt my stare because he looked my way.
“What are you standing over there for? You look like a creep.” He snorts before going back to arguing with Shiggy. I stared at him agape for a minute before scoffing. I looked off to the side in disbelief at the Man.
“Some promise…” I grumbled. Dabi had promised that we would have the night to ourselves no LOV but here we are. I should have known this is how this would go.
“Come have a drink, babe!” Dabi held up a beer before taking a swig. I rolled my eyes and pushed off the wall. I walked through the bar and he smiled. He went to wrap an arm around me but I shoved it away. I walked on past and into the back towards the bedrooms. “Hey!”
“Hiya Y/N!” Toga skipped up to me with her crazy smile. Normally, I would stop to talk but I wasn’t in the mood.
“Hi. Bye.” I walked past her and up the stairs to Dabi’s room. His room had the minimum since he didn’t stay here 24/7 like most.
I closed the door and sat on the bed. I wrapped my cold hands in the blanket. I would have just left but I needed to warm up. It took at least ten minutes before I could feel my fingertips. It took another ten to feel completely warm. The door opened not long after that.
“There you are.” Dabi walked in. I looked at him with no emotion. He cocked his head to the side watching me with curiosity in his eyes. “Why are you cooped up in here when…”
“Shouldn’t you be with them down there?” I interrupted him. He narrowed his eyes on me. I got up from the bed in a huff. “It’s not like there’s any reason for you not to be with them tonight.”
“What are you getting at?” He growled.
“Nothing at all. See ya later, Dabi.” I said while rounded around him and out the door. I pulled my coat tighter around me as I walked outside.
“Y/N!” I heard Dabi yell from the bar door. I just shook my head and walked home.
Shiggy: The crisp night beach air usually is normally an instant soother for me. Tonight though, I could barely ever catch a whiff of the salty air. I was leaning against a fence a good ways away from the beach. I was walking for Shiggy to come and take a midnight walk with me.
“Where are you?” I asked out loud. I looked up and down the street trying to find the familiar, lanky form coming my way. I looked up at a public clock and read 1:30am. I sighed angrily pushing off the fence.
I looked in the direction of the beach longingly before walking back to the hideout in a huff. Even though we were both villains, we liked to do some normal coupley things. We may have to adjust so we Weren’t caught but it worked.
“If he’s here doing something stupid…” I muttered as I walked in. I bypassed everyone in search of my boyfriend. I searched and eventually heard him yelling from his room. I waved towards him and saw the door open.
“You motherfucker!” I heard his raspy voice yell. I peered in and saw him sitting there with his headset on and Game controller in his hand. From the scattered mess of wrappers, food bags, and drinks, I knew he had been there for a while.
“Seriously?” I asked out loud, annoyed. I went unheard which just made me more mad. I thought about storming in and yelling at him but chose to just leave.
It’s a couple of days before I come back. I needed time to calm down. I was still mad mind you but I didn’t think I would blow up like that bratty UA student. I was sitting at the bar with Dabi when Shigaraki came back from somewhere.
“Well look who showed up.” He said. I just looked at him before turning back to Dabi. I ignored him, causing Dabi to laugh. He keeps trying to talk to me, irritating me beyond no end.
“Shouldn’t you be with your precious video games? I mean they are your escape.” I snapped at him and whipped around to look at him. His red eyes narrowed at me and glared.
“Who shit in your wheaties?” He snarled. I rolled my eyes and pushed past him. “Where are you going?” I glared at the clock and chuckled at the irony.
“Midnight walk.” I shot back and slammed the door behind me.
NOTE: this is literally just dabi x reader eating fruit. idk why it’s so long. yuna mentioned the vague concept to me one (1) time and i couldn’t stop myself from running w it ^v^
“i am citrus—
peel back my skin
open me and expose the soft wet inside”
- peel my orange every morning, ezra furman
When you’d returned home from work, you weren’t empty-handed.
Dabi had noticed your playful smirk and box in hand as you wordlessly beckoned him to join you at the small kitchen table for two. A bit skeptical but intrigued nonetheless, he slowly rises from his place sprawled across your couch and makes his way over to the kitchen stools.
As you’re humming to yourself and grabbing two plates from the cupboard, he takes the opportunity to peek inside the white box. However, his eyebrows furrow in confusion at what sits inside.
It’s a fruit platter—one of those fancy ones with expensive varieties where they cut the fruit into little shapes like stars and crescents. They’re stacked in a decorative manner, and Dabi thinks it’s a bit stupidandpretentious to arrange fruit like this when it’s going to end up digesting in someone’s stomach all the same.
You knew Dabi was picky—he’s always been particular about his likes and dislikes, no matter how important the topic. Fruit was no different.
Summary: The fiery men fall sick. How do they act? Do they give in to their s/o wanting to dote on them?
Warnings: None unless your unsettled by sickness. Gender neutral.
Stubborn, stubborn man.
Consistently runs himself into the ground in every aspect of his life. Hero work, training, family matters and upholding your relationship. Gives every ounce he has into everything he does.
Despite the many lectures he gives to people about caring for their health and well-being he often shirks his own. Believing he doesn’t deserve to take “breaks” for his own health.
So what happens when he’s hit with a villains quirk that leaves him bound to his bed while he’s coughing up a lung, can’t speak due to his inflamed throat and fever wrecking havoc on his immune system? He tries to go to work.
You’re awoken up from your dream filled sleep to the sound of something very large falling. Enji had collapsed from the bout of dizziness and vertigo that played a cruel trick on his feverish mind.
After trying to help him and persuade him back to bed he brushes you off, saying he’s fine, and goes to work. Not a hour later he’s stumbling through the door of your home, nearly collapsing again. This time he listens to you when you usher him to the bedroom and lay him down, hearing the quiet mutter of an apology as he finally gives in. Wonders never cease.
Now he’s learned his lesson and doesn’t give a fight when you start worrying about him and start coaxing him to take medicine. Out of all of them he’s the one to love the attention most, soaking it up like a sponge while he tries to keep a disgruntled expression. He’d give you far too much pleasure in yourself if you knew you were making him feel all mushy and soft on the inside so he puts on an ever grumpier facade, for now.
The phrase “grin and bear it” made flesh.
The worst of them all. Living in a shithole, eating the bare minimum, smoking and nearly ripping apart by the seams makes his health plummet in the cold and flu seasons. He’s also the worst because whatever reservations about being “clingy”, “needy”, and “affectionate” go out the window. In layman’s terms Touya turns into a massive baby.
From the moment he wakes up he’s complaining about every little thing. He’s too hot, the blanket is too scratchy, his staples hurt, the room is too bright so on and so forth.
At least in this state he says “please” and “thank you” during his rants about his needs. You can’t very well leave him to defend himself so you oblige. Finding simple, easy food to settle his stomach, crank up the air conditioner, find him a better blanket and as gross as it is, clean the discharge out of his staples. All the while he’s babbling in a state of delusional happiness. Whatever feelings he keeps bottled up spilling over as his turquoise eyes watch your every move. It’s quite sweet and a nice payment for taking care of the arsonist.
When everything is said and done he says the cure-all for his sickness: cuddles. Of all the things.
Before you can even retort saying you would also get sick and have to deal with his further complaining he releases all the stored energy he’s built up since waking up and pulls you underneath the covers, hearing none of your own complaints as he wraps you up with him.
He’s rather smug with himself when you concede and give him his final request. He’s an absolute man-child through and through and you both know it.
When he recovers he’ll threaten to burn you to ash if you mention it, much less tease him about his sudden change in behavior. Of course he doesn’t mean it. If he did then who would take care of him when he gets sick again?
That’s right, no one. So he keeps you around, leeching off the possibility of getting you to wear a nurse costume next time.
The most cooperative of the three.
He does fall sick quite often, never anything serious, but enough to keep him bedbound for a time due to the constant use of his quirks. Whenever he uses his cold side heavily he runs the risk of catching the flu and a stomach bug for his hot side.
Whenever he does he has no reservations about getting into bed and resting. After his mother was placed in the psychiatric hospital getting chicken noodle soup, a compress to his forehead and care after getting sick was out of the question so he always tried to sleep it off.
So he’s quite giddy inside when he sees you rush into the room with a piping hot bowl of soup, bread and medicine.
When he’s awake and being tended to he monitors your own health to ensure you don’t fall sick either, feeling terrible when he notices you slowly but surely getting sick as well.
Shoto only needs a day or two of rest and being tended to recover from the mild fever and chills and then its his turn to care for you. He’s far, far less experienced in the matter and ends up researching on the internet how to care for you.
There’s many things he has to learn still and knowing how to nurse a sick person back to health is one of them. He’s watched you everytime and generally tries to follow your lead and when you can, through a scratchy throat, coughs and sniffles guide him through the steps.
After he’s put a cold pack on your forehead and you’ve eaten a box of instant noodles he slides back into bed with you. Letting you use either side of his body to regulate your temperature as a silent apology.
“So what good are they if they “Don’t do anything for you”?”
“I don’t know, you guys are the ones that send them.”
You walk out into the common area of the latest of the League’s bases confused, rubbing sleep from your eyes. “What are y’all arguing ‘bout now?”
You stand there staring at the group before you. Spinner and Magne are sitting in front of a TV, controller’s forgotten in their laps. Toga’s sitting upside down in the grey arm chair to the left, somehow managing to paint her nails.
On the floor next to her, sat Dabi, leaning his head back next to her and across from them sat Tomura, legs folded in his loveseat, Switch in hand.
Toga smiled manically before answering.
“Dick pics!”
Magne and Spinner nod sagely, at the same time that Tomura and Dabi scoff.
You look at them, before shaking your head and going to leave.
“Wait Big Sis!” Toga almost falls out of her seat in her flailing. “Can you please explain to the men that dick pics are lame,” she says as she side eyes Spinner.
Pinching your brow, you take a deep breath. “Where are the rest of the adults?” you mumble under your breath wishing any of the tree older members were present to derail this ridiculous conversation.
Steeling the nerves you knew were about to get jumped on, you look back up. “Explain.”
The excitement in Toga’s eyes brightened and she quickly fixed herself to upright. “So the creepy older barista at the cat cafe I frequent, slipped me his number. And I message him, thinking he might have some yummy blood to steal-”
“She hit him up at like 3 AM. I tried to explain to her that those are Horny Hours.” Spinner cut in with a groan.
Toga, haphazardly threw a knife in his direction, before continuing. “After some super stale small talk, he just sent me a dick pic!” Her face was awash with disgust and irritation.
You nodded zenly. “Cool, so we gonna go beat the shit outta him.” Magne shook her head.
“Already way ahead of you. Got Toga a good blood supply to last a while too.”
You nodded. “Cool, wish y’all included me, but go off.”
Toga grins. “You can come on the next one Big Sis!” You shake your head in fake exasperation.
“So y’all are arguing about him?” You ask ready to cuss every male present out, if they are indeed on that fuck shit.
“No, we were arguing about if dick pics are sexy to women or not,” Spinner says sagely, folding his arms next to Magne.
“Oh. Oh fuck no, they aren’t.” You say with a tone as if it were obvious.
The men folk seem to take offense to that.
Dabi is the one who keeps the conversation going. “But women send nudes, so what’s the difference in appeal?”
Your roll dark eyes looking at the flame user. “Well first of all y’all are usually very vocal about wantin’ some nasty shit to be sent to you in the middle of the day, so there’s the enthusiastic consent that happens wit that.” Tomura and Spinner have the decency to look a little embarrassed, while Dabi…
Dabi sat on the floor, smirking up at you.
You glare at him annoyed. “Got something to add, TeeTee?”
His jaw ticks in irritation at the name, but he looks at you grinning crookedly.
“I don’t know, I’ve gotten some pretty enthusiastic replies.” He manages a roguish smile. “Haven’t had any complaints either.
Scoffing you shake your head, “If you’re referring to sexting, we literally don’t even be tryin’ half the time. Hell, I did that shit in the middle of cooking last week. You niggas be sprung.”
You make your way across the room to the kitchen to get yourself something to snack on.
Dabi wasn’t letting up though.
“So continue telling us the difference then. If y’all don’t really fuck with dick pics, then what do you fuck with?” The challenge in his voice is clear. He doesn’t think you’ll actually answer him. Thinks you’ll back down from a challenge.
Little does he know, he’s played himself.
“Tuh-huh, nut videos.” You say, not missing a beat, looking through the cabinet. Somewhere behind you Tomura chokes on his water. The silence from Dabi felt like victory.
“What did she sayyyy?” Turning to Spinner you saw green scales flush purple.
One hand rests on your hip as you turn around, popsicle in hand.
“Nut videos. More specifically moaning nut videos. That shit hit different. Like…” The League watches as you get this far off look on your face, before coming back to yourself.
You look at the men of your group and they all seem to have crossed their legs while Toga and Magne are giggling behind their hands.
You hold back your grin at their discomfort. “Does that answer your question Dabi?”
The tops of the younger man’s cheeks are pink as he shifts his legs awkwardly. “ So you’re telling me women want videos of men jerking off? To-to what? Porn?”
He tries to keep his voice even, but you can hear the embarrassed astonishment in his voice.
You laugh as you look at the lost look on his face. It’s a dark low thing that seems to make all three villains shift where they sit. Their cheeks grow darker and your laughter pitters off, before you speak.
“Oh you poor sweet summer child.” You shake your head as him, tsking patronizingly. “Any man who gets the privilege of my attention, is already well trained to know what I’m tryna see.” A slow smile spreads across your face as your eyes track across the blushing men, only to stop on Dabi.
“B-But what’s the point?!” Tomura’s pale scared face, was flushed an attractive red as stuttered out his question. His head was turned away as if he was trying to act nonchalant, but he was scratching his neck in that agitated way.
The grin on your face grew sinister, sending a shiver down the men’s spines.
“Well personally it’s the power of it all. I mean who wouldn’t enjoy someone being so desperate for them that they can’t even keep it in their pants, before they’re touching themselves and recording it just to show you what you do to them?” You made a noise like you tasted something delicious and you watched Dabi, dig his fingers into his thigh and his dick jump in his sweatpants.
You give Dabi a quick heated look, that has his face darkening, before turning on your heel and heading back to your room.
“But ya know that’s just my preference. Anyway I have raids to win, bye!” You scamper back to your room, having sewn your chaos for the night.
“Thanks Sis!” Magne and Toga call after you.
——————————————-Time skip(Later that night Dabi)
Dabi stared at the ceiling of his room as he laid spread out on the bed. His mind couldn’t forget the topic of conversation earlier that night.
Sitting there listen to you explain the personal appeal of nut videos was a special kind of torture. He’d sat there the rest of the night, watching the rest of the League cycle through video games, half hard in his sweats. His mind, repeating your words.
As soon as Toga’s “Family Night” was over he’d come back here to take care of himself.
Only he couldn’t seem to get in the mood, because all he could hear was the sound of your game through his wall.
His phone lay next to him, playing some generic porn as he stared disparagingly at the ceiling.
He closes his eyes and tries to clear his mind, but all he can hear is your voice drifting through the walls.
“Oh yeah I was a little late. My…lil sis wanted to torment our roommates. Had to explain to them that nut videos were better than dick pics.”
More clicking buttons. “Yo I’m over by the graveyard, need assistance!” More silence.
“Yeah, I think I got my point across. The look the cute one had on his face was something I wouldn’t mind seeing more often.” Another pause as the clacking of the joystick took up the room.
The Grungy Emo cute one. Yeah, that’s the one wit da piercings- woah! Oh fuck, someone come heal me, I got trapped by one of the tanks.”
Dabi’s eyes burst open. She thinks I’m cute? ‘
“Yeah thanks fam, just keep moving to the checkpoint.”
“How should I know if his dick is pierced?! Jeez you buncha thots.” Seemingly angry button clicking now. “Yeah I’m gonna ask my hotter than burning, mildly surly roommate to send me a nut video-It doesn’t matter if I wouldn’t object!”
To say Dabi was shocked was an understatement.
Here he lay, now fully hard in his briefs listening to you talk to your friends about how hot he was.
How you wanted to watch him jerk off until he came all over scarred hands.
His hands were pushing his briefs down, before he knew what was happening. Hick dick slapped against the flat of his scarred stomach, beading pre-come at the tip.
He gently runs his fingers up the ladder of barbells spanning his length, as he listens to your voice through the walls.
Dabi let his hands stroke up and down, moaning softly as more pre dribbles out and starts to slick his hand.
“F-fuck yeah.” He listened intently. Hoping to hear even a small detail on your attraction to him.
“Huh? Oh fuck y’all I gotta take this…Nah I’ll be able to concentrate just fine. I’ll just mute my mic.”
Dabi snorts, but lets himself listen to the cadence of your voice as it mixes with the low moans coming from his phone.
“Hey Hunny, you’ve been good for me?” The purr in your voice was foreign to him. “Oh yeah? Lemme see.”
Silence stretched a moment before he heard you again. “Oh that’s hot Hunny. You that hard just for me?”
Dabi damn near swallows his tongue at your words. He most definitely hadn’t been expecting that.
“Mmm, look at how desperately you stroke that fat dick for me, Sweetheart. So damn sexy.”
Dabi groaned low in his throat. You were on some kind of video call watching someone jerk off and it sounded like it wasn’t the first time.
“That’s my good boy, stroke it ‘til it’s messy. Let me see that pre drip Hunny.”
Dabi choked back a moan as he let his fingers trail up the ladder of piercing trailing the length of his dick, as he reached with his free hand to stop the video from playing to hear you better.
Shit he wished you’d talk to him like that.
His hand swiped over his hard flesh as he let himself fall into the fantasy you were talking to him.
“Look at how flushed my favorite toy is, it’s so pretty. Is it because you haven’t come in a month Hun? I hafta say if this is the result I might make you edge yourself for a month again.”
There was a length of silence. Dabi assumed it was the guy you had on the phone, speaking.
“Oh my sweet boy. I’d kiss you all over. Leave my mark all over that beautiful skin.”
Dabi tries not to wince at that. She’d never be able to say that about him.
“You think I care about some burn scars? Oh honey if only you knew.”
The villain’s breath catches in his throat, trying desperately not to think of what that could’ve meant.
“I’ll bite and suck hickies into all that beautiful skin, Baby. Wouldn’t you like that? Wearing my marks across all that pretty skin? Looks like you do from the way you’re leaking babe.”
Dabi let the hot heady feeling bubbling from deep down envelope him. It was near consuming.
His mind focuses on your words. He could picture your soft brown lips running over the unblemished skin of his body. The dark purpling marks left by harsh teeth and tongue marking him up as yours.
“Fuck Y/N.” He whines out as the fantasy takes him.
“That’s it Hunny, say my fuckin’ name while you stroke that pretty dick.”
His hand speeds up on his cock, pretending that you responded.
“Look at how heavy those balls are, are they full for me?”
Black hair sways as he nods and his other hand fondles his own balls.
“Ooh look at them draw up like that. They look ready to spill all that hot come all over you Baby boy. Hmm bet you’ll be pretty all messy.”
He grunts, swearing. “Fuck wanna be pretty for you, Y/N. Just ask and I’ll be anything-”
He’s cut off by your voice again.
“Yeah Baby, that’s it. Nut for me Hunny, wanna see you buss all over those pretty hands.”
Dabi moans at your words and damn near loses it right along with whoever you’re talking to. He circles his finger and thumb around the base of his dick last minute.
He’s breathing raggedly, but still listening to the lulling tone of your voice.
“That’s it, good boy. That’s what I wanna see. Spurt all the messy nut Baby.”
Dabi bit back his groan and shut his eyes. When he opened them again they fell on his phone sitting next to spread legs.
A shaky hand he grabs for it and unlocks it. Immediately he opens the camera and switches the camera.
With a shaky breath he presses record and starts stroking himself again.
Dabi lets himself relax into the heat of his palm, stroking up and down his dick.
He lets out moan after moan, watching himself through the camera as his dick leaks dribbles of pre-come.
Pre falls from his tip in thick white strands, staining black sheets and his phone catches it all.
“Fuck Y/N, wanna wear your marks.” The sound of him stroking grew louder as more pre coated his dick.
His mind filled with the muffled sound of your voice praising your anonymous caller. The thought of you praising him caused heat to erupt across his skin. The hot pulling feeling building in the pit of his stomach.
A scarred hand caresses his length as he whines your name. His voice breaks and fills the room around him, distracting him from anything else.
Dabi pictures himself under the desk of your gaming setup. Imagines kneeling under it, fisting his dick, while you sit there refusing to touch him. He can see you with your legs spread wide, the seat of your panties clinging to the juicy lips of your pussy.
He could imagine sitting there being taunted with what you wouldn’t let him have.
How’d you make him play with his weeping cock as he nuzzled into the dark skin of your thighs.
If he concentrated hard enough, Dabi could smell the soft scent of shea butter as he imagined it mixing with the unmistakable scent of pussy.
Dabi would press his face into the wet crotch of your panties. Let his tongue lap at wet fragrant fabric, chasing what he knew would be the best pussy he’d ever taste.
He could hear you so clearly.
“That’s my Baby. Ooh look at how you drip for me. Such a slut and just from licking and sucking my juices from my panties?”
The heat was coiling tight now. Deep in his belly, knotting up, ready to burst. He nodded to your imaginary words.
“Wanna lick you out. Let me-Oh gods lemme eat it.”
It was there in his mind’s eye, your pussy. How gorgeous and wet it would be. Engorged and gushy, just waiting to be eaten.
“Wanna drown in it, Y/N. Wanna feel your cunt quiver on my tongue~” He voice was going high, breathless. He whined knowing he was close.
He thought back to how you demanded the faceless stranger finish. How filthy your voice sounded through the paper thin walls.
“Nut for me Hunny, wanna see you buss all over those pretty hands.”
Dabi let out a ready whine as the coiling he in his core erupted. Hot come shot out across the sheets and covered his hand. It spurted from the flushed tip of his cock and ran down the ladder of piercings spanning his shaft.
“Oh ooh shit, Y/N-Yesyesyes!”
Dabi milked himself dry as he collapsed back into pillows. He found the strength to end the recording and let himself bask in his afterglow.
He breathed easy as he listened to you through your wall, clearly having returned to your game.
Letting the relaxing sound of your voice soothe him, he turned his attention to his phone and opened your message strand. Not letting doubt make him second guess himself. He clicked attachments and found the video immediately.
Clicking it, he hit send and threw his phone on the other side of the bed in a burst of embarrassment that he was really doing this.
He let his eyes fall shut and let the blessed grip of sleep take him.
“Making that nut video was most definitely better than taking a dick pic.”
You sat in your room, concentrated on the game displayed on your monitor. You were almost there! The raid was almost done and you and your homies were in the lead. You were in the middle of hunting for whoever was camping when your phone went off.
Crispy! Crispy bacon
Crispy! Crispy bacon
Crispy! Crispy bacon
Knowing Dabi’s notification tone, you grab your phone to see what your ornery crush could want, as you split your attention. You see he sent you some sort of video, and click play before letting your phone drop into your lap and returning your hand to the joystick.
You can’t hear all that well through your headset, until actual words are spoken.
“Fuck Y/N, wanna wear your marks.”
The controller falls from your hands as you get killed by the camper you finally found.
You say the words ‘movie marathon’ and he’s sold. He doesn’t even need to know what kind of movies y’all are watching.
It could be a bunch of sappy chick flicks, he’d still be down, because he knows that ‘movie marathon’ roughly translates to ‘rearrange my guts for an evening’
And he will never pass up an opportunity to spend a night buried inside you
So he comes over, bottle of wine in hand, dick already half-hard when you open the door in your short, black nightgown
“Hey, doll,” he grins seductively, running his hand down your spine and over your ass, giving it a quick spank before he pulls you against him.
NOTE: this is literally just dabi x reader eating fruit. idk why it’s so long. yuna mentioned the vague concept to me one (1) time and i couldn’t stop myself from running w it ^v^
“i am citrus—
peel back my skin
open me and expose the soft wet inside”
- peel my orange every morning, ezra furman
When you’d returned home from work, you weren’t empty-handed.
Dabi had noticed your playful smirk and box in hand as you wordlessly beckoned him to join you at the small kitchen table for two. A bit skeptical but intrigued nonetheless, he slowly rises from his place sprawled across your couch and makes his way over to the kitchen stools.
As you’re humming to yourself and grabbing two plates from the cupboard, he takes the opportunity to peek inside the white box. However, his eyebrows furrow in confusion at what sits inside.
It’s a fruit platter—one of those fancy ones with expensive varieties where they cut the fruit into little shapes like stars and crescents. They’re stacked in a decorative manner, and Dabi thinks it’s a bit stupidandpretentious to arrange fruit like this when it’s going to end up digesting in someone’s stomach all the same.
You knew Dabi was picky—he’s always been particular about his likes and dislikes, no matter how important the topic. Fruit was no different.
NOTE: this is literally just dabi x reader eating fruit. idk why it’s so long. yuna mentioned the vague concept to me one (1) time and i couldn’t stop myself from running w it ^v^
“i am citrus—
peel back my skin
open me and expose the soft wet inside”
- peel my orange every morning, ezra furman
When you’d returned home from work, you weren’t empty-handed.
Dabi had noticed your playful smirk and box in hand as you wordlessly beckoned him to join you at the small kitchen table for two. A bit skeptical but intrigued nonetheless, he slowly rises from his place sprawled across your couch and makes his way over to the kitchen stools.
As you’re humming to yourself and grabbing two plates from the cupboard, he takes the opportunity to peek inside the white box. However, his eyebrows furrow in confusion at what sits inside.
It’s a fruit platter—one of those fancy ones with expensive varieties where they cut the fruit into little shapes like stars and crescents. They’re stacked in a decorative manner, and Dabi thinks it’s a bit stupidandpretentious to arrange fruit like this when it’s going to end up digesting in someone’s stomach all the same.
You knew Dabi was picky—he’s always been particular about his likes and dislikes, no matter how important the topic. Fruit was no different.
Truthfully, you picked up the tray on your way home as a nice little treat for the two of you. However, the more you thought about it, the more you realized how little you actually knew of Dabi’s taste preferences. You were determined to learn more about his palate—applied to all things—and if a simple fruit platter helped you get just a bit closer to understanding that, then so be it. You were determined to help him find a fruit he enjoyed.
After setting some plates down and making yourself comfortable at the table, you dodge Dabi’s suspicious glares as you poke and place a few different pieces of fruit onto your plate with a fork, before doing the same thing to his. You eagerly watch him push colorful berries around with his pointer finger, picking up a slender piece of honeydew and indulging in the world’s tiniest bite, before tossing it back onto the platter.
“What about some pineapple?” you ask as you take a bite of the sticky piece glistening in your hand. It tastes bright and loud, like a bunch of little flavor soldiers are battling over the territory of your tongue. Dabi grimaces as he watches you take another bite, but his face visibly softens when you lick the juice dripping from your fingers.
“Fuckin’ stings the roof of my mouth,” he grumbles.
“Aw,” you coo with teasing sympathy, shooting Dabi a pout. “Want me to beat it up for you?”
He lightly snarls, but consciously chooses to remain silent as he continues to play with the colorful food on his plate.
You try again, holding up a green grape in one hand and a purple in the other, dangling them in front of his face like tempting a dog with a treat—curious to see which one he’ll choose to suit his fancy. Your smile fades when his deadpan expression refuses to change. He scoffs before returning to picking at the half bitten apple slice on his plate.
“C’mon, what’s wrong with grapes?” you whine like a child.
“The skin is weird. Don’t like the crunch to it,” he states matter-of-factly.
“Yeah, but then it’s soft in the middle,” you mumble as you bite the green one in half and rotate it in your hand, almost like you were proving to him that you weren’t lying about the interior of the tiny fruit.
“Exactly,” his nose scrunches in distaste again, “Weird combination.”
Kinda like us, you want to say, but hold your tongue. If you’ve learned one thing about being with Dabi, it was not to push—even in silly scenarios like this.
Dabi was like caring for a tedious flower. He needed just enough water to sustain himself, but not enough to drown in. Just enough sunlight to flourish, but too much and he’d overheat. He often shamefully walked the skewed tightrope of too much andnot enough. It was a difficult line to balance, but you always tried.
A bit discouraged at his lack of enthusiasm, you find yourself now shuffling untouched pieces around your own plate, “You keep saying things you don’t like, I wanna hear something you do.”
Dabi sees your slight pout and it stings a little. All he’s ever been taught to do was to pick out the bad. Focus in on it, obsess over it, make it better or destroy it trying. It’s all he’s ever known, so he’s not sure why you’re so surprised when it still applies to his taste in fruit.
There’s a few moments of silence. Dabi continues to pick and prod at a few pieces of melon here and there, while you eventually stop sulking and go back to relishing in the sweetness of the fresh fruit. When he speaks up again, it surprises you.
“I like mango.”
You look up from your plate to find him chewing on a tiny cubed piece of the light orange fruit—and it takes everything in you to not let an accomplished smile spread across your face. You bite your lip to hold it back (which Dabi sees and pretends to ignore) as you encourage him a bit.
“What do you like about it?” you ask innocently, as if the two of you aren’t both very aware of what it is that you’re trying to do.
You’re trying to get him to be positive—to indulge in something for the sole purpose of pleasure. To admit that he can like something without disdain or guilt. He knows. He sees right through your antics, yet he still finds himself humoring you.
He finishes the piece in his hand and immediately picks up another one.
“It’s not like, painfully sour or sickeningly sweet,” he articulates.
He’s never been good with words or describing things. He’s used to sitting in silence with his passion and pain, he doesn’t know what it means to articulate. He looks up to see if you’re still following his bland yet honest attempt.
Youare—eyes bright and head nodding along at his incoherent words—so he continues.
“It’s normal. It tastes-” he pauses, almost as if he’s searching for the right descriptor.
You let him take a moment. You’d let him take as long as he needed to if it meant him actually likingsomething,communicating his feelings to you, even over something as silly as a piece of mango.
“Smooth,” he finally decides on, “It tastes smooth.”
You can’t help but laugh a little at the odd yet accurate description of the fruit. You pick up a piece for yourself and plop it into your mouth, letting it’s sweetness dance along your tastebuds. You find yourself laughing again, but this time, it’s because you agree with him.
“Itdoes taste smooth,” you giggle with affirmation and Dabi struggles to hide his own smirk at your enthusiasm.
You reach across the table and put a hand on his cheek, beckoning him closer to you. His face remains stoic but he complies without resistance, meeting you halfway as he leans in to kiss you. He can taste the leftover hint of mango nectar on your lips and he fights back a smile (which you feel due to the slight upward quirk of his lips, but you decide to let him have it in peace). You pull away and rub your lips together as if you just applied chapstick, before popping another piece of mango into your mouth.
“How do I taste? Smooth?” you tease.
“Yeah,” the sarcasm in his voice isn’t laced with malice in the slightest, but it’s there, “The smoothest.”
The two of you continue to sit and relish in the warmth of the scenario. Dabi eats a few more pieces of mango. You have one as well but eventually move on to pieces of melon and citrus, deciding to let him eat the rest of it, because he likesit.
It’s a start, you think. A small one, but one nonetheless.
On your way home from work the following day, you physically can’t help yourself from stopping at the fruit vendor and buying a few ripe mangoes. You also can’t help but notice the faint blush creeping across Dabi’s face when he spots them sitting on the counter the next morning.
Genre: Romance / Hurt-Comfort / Angst / Love Triangle
Rating: 18+ Mature Content
Trigger Warnings: Depression, Mentions of Character Death, Suicidal thoughts, Blood, Manipulative behavior, Sexual content, Language, use of pet name(sweetheart).
Being forced to endure life unraveling in unexpected ways, her destined path becomes the root of all her insecurities. The form in which comfort takes…may just surprise her.
Paring: Dabi x Female Hero Reader Characters: Dabi, Izuku Midoriya, Tomura Shigaraki, Kurogiri, Keigo Takami Rating: SFW with some themes
Hi there! Welcome to the final part of this lil story thing. Please make sure you have read both Part 1andPart 2 before reading this. Hope you enjoy <3
The days seemed to blur together after your run-in with him.As you glanced around the city, your mind took you back to that day…
“Be mine.” Your jaw dropped from pure shock. “Fucking pardon?!” You spewed. “I want you to be mine.” Those were the last words you expected to hear from this… villain. “Are you mental? Absolutely not!” You whined with furrowed brows. You ducked your head underneath his arms and free yourself from his poorly thought-out trap. “Why not?” He asked. His voice almost sounding genuinely intrigued. “Why not?!” You mock. “Listen here buttercup–” You wave your finger in his face, pointing directly at the smiling man that stood by your fingertip. “YOU are a bad guy. A criminal. I am a hero. The one you’re supposed to be avoiding. Starting to pick up what I’m putting down?” Dabi poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue. “Yeah I get it. So… your answer?” His defiance was nothing less than irritating. “Did you not hear me the first time? No.” “Hm. Okay.” His eyes lowered as he inhaled deeply. “I’m gonna give you a week to think it over. Change your mind, come find me. If your answer is still the same, then I’ll leave you alone.” Your mouth opened as if it were to say something, but nothing came out. “Sound good, Princess?” “I…” You were at a loss for words. He really wasn’t giving up. One last flash of his cocky smile and he was gone…
“Y/N!” A voice calls out. You turn to see a bubbly Izuku Midoriya. “Hey you okay? You’ve been acting kinda off lately. Hero work getting too much?” He was sweet. Always worrying about you. “Hey Zu, I’m alright. Just a lot of things on my mind.” Midoriya nodded with a slight frown. His bottom lip pursed into a pout. “I get that… Well I hope you’re okay! Always here if you need me!” He beamed. “ThanksDeku.” He laughs as you impersonate the angry pomeranian that is Bakugo. You ruffle his hair and smile to him. “Hey…” Midoriya’s eyes quickly shot up to yours. “Can I ask you something?” “Of course!” “If you had to make a choice…” You pause gathering your thoughts. “And one of the outcomes is so morally wrong but you know deep down… you want it, what would you do?” Midoriya spoke no words to you. He mumbled at the speed of light to himself before snapping out of it. “I think… if it isn’t hurting anybody then it can’t be too awful.” An odd sense of guilt washed over you. Dabi was a villain. IS a villain. “Thanks.” You urge yourself to say. “No problem!” As you trail off into the distance, you pull out your phone. “Hey, Keigo? I need a favour.”
Dabi lazily slouched himself over the bar. Yawning at the lacking excitement going on the in league. “What’s up with scars over there?” Shigaraki hisses to Kurogiri. Kurogiri shrugs whilst cleaning a glass. “Wouldn’t know. He seems bored to me.” With all the heroes quickly putting stops to every plan they demised, it was no wonder there wasn’t much to do. The door to the bar swung open. They turned to see a grinning Hawks standing beside you, a lowranking hero that they knew was powerful. “Hey hey hey! How we doin’ folks?” Hawks boasted. “Y/N…” Dabi smirked as he lifted his head from the bar. “You’re coming with me.” You say, gripping him by the collar. “Yes ma’am.” He chuckles, sending a quick ‘it’s fine’ signal to the other league members.
“So… looks like you’ve come to find me–” “Zip it pyromaniac.” You say, staring him down with your arms folded over your chest. “You better listen real close, understand.” He licked his teeth with a smoulder and nods. “If this is happening, I have a few rules.” “Why of course Miss Goody.” You roll your eyes. “I’m not going to protect you.” He seems taken aback. “You so much as pickpocket someone or graffiti something, I will take you in. Don’t think that this…” You hesitate as you reach the word. “relationship… is a ticket to doing whatever the hell you want, because it’s not.” Dabi remains silent, nodding gently along with your words. “I will try and lure you into traps. I will do whatever i can in my power to take you down. Am I understood?” You take a deep breath and await his response. “That’s all?” He asks smugly. “Understood every word from your cute little mouth.” You frown as your cheeks flush. “W-well good!” You scramble after your confidence. “As long as I’m protecting the streets, I don’t want to hear your name even muttered.” “Can’t promise that, Princess.” Dabi lifts his hand to your face. Thumb grazing over your bottom lip. “So. The verdict?” He raises an eyebrow. “I guess we can give it a shot.” You mumble under your breath. “So cute–” He grips his hands beneath your thighs and lifts you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. “I can’t wait to corrupt my pretty little doll.” One last smirk, one you had seen so many times in the past few years. Holding you steady with one arm, he used his free one to pull you in to his lips by the nape of your neck. You pull back from the kiss. “You’d better not be using me.” You growl. “Never, Princess.”
Paring: Dabi x Female Hero Reader Characters: Dabi, Kamui Woods Rating: SFW with some themes
Hiya! Welcome back for those of you who are coming from part 1. If you haven’t read part 1 please do that or this might not make sense. Click here for the link.
Aside from all the chaos of two years ago, your graduation seemed to go smoothly. Things were finally falling into place. You ended up getting your pro hero license and now serving the community as its lowranking #402 hero. Certain people gained a liking to you from the start and without them or the help of your friends, you wouldn’t be in the position you were. That is… in general, not in this very moment.
“Kamui Woods there’s still someone under that rubble! The buildings gonna collapse!” “I’m on it!” Another day, another villain. Well… more like bad guy. Villain is a strong word. As you step out into the panicked streets you take notice of everything around you. Some towers torn down, injured civilians, heroes scattered to do what they can. You search for the root of this madness. As your legs carry you to the huddled crowd you notice a man using an unknown quirk to tear down the city. “Woods!” You call out, pushing past the crowd. “Be ready cos when I do my thing I need you to jump in and restrain the big guy.” He nods at you and runs towards the man. When you notice him just close enough, you focus your attention, stripping the eyesight away from the man who caused all this destruction. His panic made obvious as he held his palms to his eyes. “NOW!” You call out. Your strength against your quirks backfires improved severely since school. The effect it had on your own senses took far longer to work on you. The branches of the hero wrapped around the criminal. It was over. Now all that was left was to check on civilians.
“Great job today.” Shinji smiled. “You’ve definitely improved since the internship.” You sigh with relief. “Thanks. Did everyone make it out okay?” “As far as I’ve been informed, no casualties.” “Awesome.” As the two of you walked down the lowly lit street a group of teenages recognised you. “Omg! Can we get a picture!” One of them asks. You laugh and pat Shinji on the back. “All you buddy.” Not many people knew who you were. Of course, that didn’t really bother you though. You were a hero to save lives, not for the attention. “But you’re Sixth Sense! Can we please get one with you too?” Your head was screaming OMGOMGOMGTHEYRECOGNISEME but your mouth simply stated “sure.” Few clicks of some phones and you were on your way again. “I should be heading back.” You say with a yawn. “Good! Get some rest. I’ll see you later.” Shinji ruffles your hair and continues on the path ahead. You smile to yourself and turn to your left, down an alleyway.
You remember it from somewhere. The walls with burnt residue and an ashy finish. As you take more steps you get an overwhelming feeling of deja vu. You had been here before. You approach a corner. Half expecting to see people standing there. But who? You weren’t all that sure. Distant images floated in the back of your mind, a tall figure next to a significantly smaller one. “A memory?” You mumble to yourself, unsure whether or not you made up the beings in your head. “My oh my, seems someone forgot.” A deep voice mewled from behind you. You froze at the sound, it seemed so familiar. “Hmm how’s about a little refresher?” A large hand rest on your shoulder. You looked over to it, stitched and burned. The memories all came flooding back. “Oh for fuck sake.” You blurt out. The hand gripped your shoulder and spun you around to face a smirking Dabi. “Hey Dollface. Been a while huh?” “What do you want?” “Easy on the hostility there. I heard you’re a hero now.” “Oh? And I heard you’re still a wanted criminal.” You face was one of stone. Whatever he was planning, you weren’t going to give in. “I’m hurt. It’s been so long since we’ve seen each other and not only do you forget but this is how I’m greeted?” So… smug. You wanted to smack the look right off of his face. “I told you I’d see you later.” He wasn’t wrong there. You remembered his words right before he slipped away from you that day. “You still haven’t answered my question.” “Hm. So straightforward. It’s been about 2 years, correct? So you’re 19…20?” “So?” “So… I’ve been waiting. Ever since that day.” He stepped closer towards you. Your feet doing the exact opposite and moving away. “Waiting for what?” His hands slammed against the wall that you unintentionally backed in to, trapping you between his arms. “Be mine.” He growled lowly in your ear…
Paring: Dabi x Female Hero Reader Characters: Dabi, Izuku Midoriya, Himiko Toga, Reiko Yanagi Rating: SFW with some themes
Why hello there :) this is a part 1 of 3 (Turns out i needed a third part lol) post about the love of my life, Dabi. I hope you like it
It was your last year at UA High. So close to graduating. Sure there were ups and downs, but you always pushed through. And then this happened…
The wailing cries of civilians drowned out the sound of police sirens. Pro heroes swarmed the streets that surrounded blazing infernos all throughout the city. Your eyes scan the sidewalk full of people. “Hey! Midoriya! What the hell happened here?” You ask as you notice a familiar face. “I couldn’t tell you. All I know is that there are fires all over the city. Spread so they’re not even close to each other.” “What a pain in the ass.” You mumble. “Think it’s the League of Villains?” “Is it weird to say I hope so? Anyone else having this ability is a terrifying thought.” “Hey, I’m gonna see if anyone needs help.” You say as you start to jog backwards. “Ok! Stay safe!” You hear Deku call out as you take your leave.
“Hello?!” You yell as your feet carry you into an extinguished alleyway between two buildings. “Is anyone here?! I’m a hero and I’ll get you to safety!” dead silence. You wanted to turn back but something was screaming at you to press on. “Hello?” You call out once more. A small squeak echoes in the near distance immediately triggering you to run towards it. As you round the corner you see two beings standing above a girl backed against a wall. You screech to a halt as the two people turn.
Your eyes gaze up at them. One about 5′9, male, burns and stitches covering his body. The other 5′2 and female with cat-like eyes. “Looks like we have company.” the stitched man boasts. The small girl blushes. “She’s so… pretty!” she says with a grin. “I want her instead, Dabi.” You freeze on the spot, only snapping back to reality when you see a fellow UA student against the wall. Reiko Yanagi. “I don’t know who the hell you are or what you want, but leave her alone.” You say, standing your ground no matter how terrified. “Hm. Impressive. But what are you going to do against us?” The man who was labelled as ‘Dabi’ smiled coldly. “Yawn. Boring. This is taking too long!” The girl instantly lunged forward. Your training kicked in as you dodged her attack and rapidly using your own quirk against her. “Wha- I can’t see!” The girl whined. You concentrate on your power. Removing her sight took a lot of strength out of you. “Well… temporary sensory deprivation. I had a feeling that was you. Knew someone at that school had it.” Dabi’s hand gripped your wrists. “Side effect: quirk only lasts as long as she can handle her own senses fading.” He repeated the exact words that were on your student profile. “Let go of me.” You growl. “Your sight should be leaving you soon.” He wasn’t wrong. The distance already seemed blurry. “This so isn’t funny.” The girl huffed. You notice a blur of colours slowly creeping their way past Dabi’s back. Reiko was escaping. You hold your breath and pray that she can slip past. “Tell me, Y/N isn’t it?” “Piss off.” “Oh you’re so kind.” His grip tightens ever so slightly. “Know where we can find one Izuku Midoriya?” “Never heard of him.” You spit venomously. “Funny too.” Heavy footsteps pounded against the pavement just around the corner from the building. “Seems like the one from before searched for help. Hey, Y/N… how old are you?” The question took you by obvious surprise. “17.” Dabi paused, raising his eyebrow. “Hm, shame… Guess I’ll be seeing you soon then.” The footsteps grew louder. “Come on Toga, we gotta get outta here.” He gripped the small, blinded girl and dragged her away. As your vision almost fully disappeared, he stepped once again to where you could properly see his face. “Don’t forget about me now.” His lips curled into a devious grin before he vanished. “Y/N! Are you okay?” A familiar voice echoed through the alleyway…
Though I’m weak and beaten down / I’ll slip away into the sound / The ghost of you is close to me / I’m inside out, you’re underneath
chapter two - goner
A/N ;Hello~! I hope you enjoyed death bed so far! I have a lot planned but the first few chapters are focused on building up a foundation between you and Dabi, and establishing your feelings respectively. This chapter takes place a few weeks later, and over that time you’ve ignited the flame of friendship. This is the last of the short chapters, so future ones will be uh…long.
That wasn’t the only time you found yourself outside chatting with Dabi over a pack of cigarettes. It slowly became a routine. On the nights Hana was over, you’d smoke with him once she left; and on the nights he was alone, you’d have a cigarette before bed.
Tonight, Dabi was seated in a beaten-up lounge chair, his long legs stretched out so far you had to step over them. He looked relaxed, but you could see the visible tension in his shoulders.
“You doin’ alright, handsome?” You asked, taking the seat next to his but turned to face him. He eyed you without moving his head, exhaustion causing his already heavily lidded eyes to look even narrower. He sighed.
So imagine if dabi had a long Mohawk that reached his shoulders blades and he usually kept it thrown to one side of his head and instead of burns on his face he had tattoos that covered some of the burns but kept the rest on his body. His hair would always shield the two of you as he absolutely tongue fucked your mouth. So having him fuck you in an alley means no one can see your face but they can see glimpses of your pussy ass he rails you and they can hear your moans and cries as well.
“Shit your so loud now that no one can see your face. Such a little whore for me. I could fuck you in front of the hero commission and you wouldn’t care as long as they couldn’t see how fucked out you look while you take my cock. I wanna see where else I can fuck you at. Pretty cock slut.”
18+ MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT tags: suggestive fluff, domestic touya, i found out one of his aliases is sleepyhead and then this happened
“Get up, sleepyhead.”
Touya stirs, cracking his eyes open at the sound of your voice.
“M'awake,” he lies–the slurred croak of his words only half as damning as the way his eyelids almost immediately threaten to droop closed once more.
You hum, crawling across the bed towards him until you pull yourself up to straddle his side. With great effort he turns himself over so that you can sit astride him properly, resting your weight flush against him with the warm blankets in between you.
You brush his messy white hair back from his face, pursing your lips in an unhappy little pout.
“It’s almost noon.”
He doesn’t care, to be honest. Touya knows that if it weren’t for you and your insistence, he could easily sleep for another six hours. Maybe even longer. But now there’s something more pressing on his mind.
Namely the way your hips are resting against his, and the pressure of your ass against his half-hard cock.
Thoughts of sitting on a dark park bench with Dabi, leaning against him as he holds you, just listening to him spill his heart. He tells you everything. He tells you shit no one else knows. And even as the night grows old, and the clock strikes midnight, the cold air doesn’t bother you. How can it when he’s warming you with his quirk? He thinks it’s the least he can do to repay you for letting him talk about his demons. Well, this,andmaybe a kiss… if you’ll let him. He doesn’t know where he stands with you quite yet, despite having had his arms wrapped securely around your body for hours without qualm
Here you will find all things Dabi! Every oneshot, request, and multi-chapter fic I write about this fire wielding villain will be right here for you to see!
It’s been so long since he’s passed but every year you do the same routine; pay respects to the boy you knew once upon a time and hope that the pain will ease, but when you stumble across a stranger in the middle of your apartment, you begin to learn that maybe you aren’t the only one forever grieving.
REQUESTED BY: anonymous / “hi congrats on your milestone love ❤️ for the event, could I please request dabi + red roses? thank you ”
SUGGESTED LISTENING: everybody dies & getting older by billie eilish
AUTHOR’S NOTE: had a random burst of motivation so i speed wrote this during the whole night before i had to head to the hospital, hope you enjoy!! / ty to @laichi,@bleedinqhearts,@chimielie, and everyone else who listened to me ramble or beta for this!! i love ya’ll mwah
WORD COUNT:1.9K
WARNINGS:angst (??) and slight fluff, mentions of grief and emotional pain, depictions of injuries (non specific)
PAIRINGS: Dabi/Touya Todoroki x gn!reader
↳STRANGERS TO ALMOST LOVERS (??), SLICE OF LIFE ↲
You’ve always thought that love and loss were beastly things; creatures untamable in their quest to claim everything, but you’ve learned that perhaps just because things are yours for a moment, doesn’t mean one day they won’t be gone.
It started at the ripe age of nine — when the urge for world domination truly takes over — and your best friend was no stranger to the insatiability of youth and its temptations, but you suppose Touya has always been funny like that — always rushing to be first in the grand scheme of winners, and on the night your friendship turned sour, it sunk in.
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