Tags: gn!reader, suggestive but no smut, super short little drabble
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Tomura’s panting as he pins you down, chapped lips slick with spit as you both get lost in the kiss. He’s not supposed to be doing this, he knows. There’s plans to make, meetings to have, news to review. But you, with your sweet kisses and eager body, always manage to pull him away…even if just for a moment.
Rough hands trail carefully down your sides, a shaky little gasp leaving his lips against yours as he grabs your hips but stops himself from pressing against you. A little whine leaves your throat, fingers tangling in his hair to tug him closer, but Tomura digs his heels in.
Reluctantly, oh so reluctantly, he pulls away from the kiss. He’s heaving softly, his face dusted pink and his eyes shining with desire, but he doesn’t push for more. Reaching up, he gently pulls your hands from his hair, grumbling softly. “…I can’t right now…”
The way you pout nearly kills him, so he looks away and starts getting up. But what Tomura doesn’t know is that you don’t feel like giving up that easily…not this time.
He freezes as your hands boldly reach out, fingers hooking through his front couple belt loops and yanking him back down by his hips. He loses his balance for a second, not expecting the sudden force, and his bulge lands directly between your thighs, right where you’ve both been wanting it.
Tomura’s eyes are wide as he stares down at you for a second, his mind struggling to comprehend your actions and how they affected him. But more than anything, he’s mentally reworking his schedule to fit in time for you.
The moment passes quickly, and a little grin spreads on his lips instead. He chuckles lightly, grabbing your wrists again but pinning them above your head this time. Tomura leans in, finally grinding his hips against you deliberately and letting you feel the way he’s throbbing in his pants because of your actions.
“Heh…Who said you can boss me around?”
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Dabi’s hands are scorching as they grope and squeeze at your waist, pinning you hard against the rough brick of the alley wall.
Getting caught up like this in the middle of a mission is not something he usually allows to happen…but sometimes it’s okay to indulge just a bit. Plus, you always look so goddamn sexy when you’re being just as ruthless as him.
Your hands are tangled in his black hair, tugging harshly to keep him where you want him, your lips moving needily against his. Dabi kisses like he has all the time in the world, lazy and deep and yet controlling every aspect of it. He groans quietly against your lips while you let out tiny moans against his.
He’s already hard, straining against the fabric of his pants, but he’s not pushing for more just yet. He doesn’t usually care much for duty or decorum, but it would cause trouble if those assholes you’re after managed to get away. That being said, it wouldn’t hurt just to relieve some pressure…
Right as he’s about to grind against you, though, an explosion goes off a block or two away from you. Pulling away abruptly, Dabi’s panting lightly and looking in that direction with a scowl, pissed off by the interruption and knowing you both have to actually do your jobs. “Shit…C’mon, let’s get this over with.”
He starts pulling away and you miss his heat immediately, impatience and frustration gnawing at the ache between your legs. Without thinking, you reach out and grab his belt buckle, firmly pulling him right back against you.
Dabi’s eyes go wide for a split second at your boldness, but a shit-eating grin spreads across his lips a second later. He’s more turned on than ever now, a rough chuckle leaving his throat while he easily gives in and grinds against you in earnest. His hands are even hotter now, sliding under your shirt without hesitation while his lips descend upon yours again.With you being all demanding and needy like this, any fucking mission can wait.
୨ৎ he would never say “i love you”, instead, he would show it in other ways. he isnt good at being all sappy and expressing love. he has one goal, kill endeavour. you would just be a side quest.
୨ৎ dont try to convince him to not kill his father. it won’t work and he would likely get annoyed and depending on how pushy you would be could result in the silent treatment or death.
୨ৎ a relationship with him will be toxic and emotionally exhausting. its like a roller coaster of emotions. that being said, he would experience love just as intense as his hatred. he wouldnt let you abandon him.
— he would act mocking, sassy or straight up insulting some days, while others he needs you like he needs air to breathe.
୨ৎ if things get too vulnerable, he starts smirking, acting like none of it matters to him.
୨ৎ as much as he doesnt want to act like his father, in terms of emotional neglect, he doesnt fully give himself to you. as mentioned before, he cant forget about his pain, his suffering- unfortunately that means you cant change him. he is a broken man, consumed by years of hatred and resentment built up. he will always but his goal first, even if it hurts you.
୨ৎ he would be protective. he would stalk you home, especially when you first start dating, watching from afar to make sure you made it home safely. after a while of being together he would just walk along side you, not bothering to ask.
୨ৎ he would kill for you without asking or if he thinks its necessary. which is almost always
୨ৎ he wouldnt buy things for you, but steal them if he can. for example if you mention you like flowers he will leave a bouquet on your balcony or windowsill.
୨ৎ dry texter to the max. he uses burner phones so you never have his actual number. whenever a random number texts you, its safe to assume its him. he'd absolutely ruin your sleep schedule. random visits at ungodly hours, waking you up by throwing pebbles at your window or climbing onto your balcony uninvited.
your phone buzzed at 2:17 a.m. from yet another unsaved number. your eyes squinted from the bright light.
unknown: u awake
you stared at it for a second before typing back.
you: barely.
you: is this even your real number this time?
no response. you rolled your eyes and tossed the phone beside you, already expecting him to disappear again for the rest of the night. then your phone buzzed once more.
unknown: open the window
sure enough, when you pulled the curtain aside, dabi was sitting on the fire escape outside your apartment with his hood up. he lifted one hand lazily when he saw you. "you take forever," he muttered when you opened the window.
"you text like a serial killer," you say as he climbs through.
୨ৎ if you cry in front of him, he gets awkward and irritated.. hes terrible at comfort. he'll wipe your tears away with rough hands and mutter stuff like, "quit lookin at me like that," while staying beside you.
୨ৎ he loves when you challenge him. "make me." type energy absolutely gets under his skin in the best way.
୨ৎ dabi absolutely talks dirty. he likes getting reactions out of you more than anything. “actin all tough before, but look at you now, legs spread for little ol me." "quit actin innocent. i know you better than that." "thats my pretty girl,"
୨ৎ into spanking, especially if you have a lot of curves.
୨ৎ when he is tired its a different story. voice rough from exhaustion, forehead pressed against yours, while he mutters quiet praise. he would let you ride him, a bruising grip on your hips as you move.
— speaking of bruising; its likely he would leave a marks on you, bruises, bite marks, light burns and hickeys. however he wont enjoy if you try to do the same to him. especially in a noticeable area.
୨ৎ depending on how much he trusts you, plus how long you have been together, he will let you help him dye his hair.
୨ৎ hed have a habit of ruining things right when they become too good. quiet nights together, peaceful moments- then a sarcastic comment or a cruel joke, something to break the atmosphere because comfort makes him restless.
୨ৎ if you were to break up, he would be the one to initiate. you arent allowed to leave him, but he can leave you. 
୨ৎ in the end, he would play the role of a toxic ex who you keep crawling back to.
lazy mornings with everyone's favorite arsonist <3 dabi x reader
there's a monster in your bed.
his breathing is a little uneven, but what can you expect from someone with a body as battered and bruised as his? his lashes flutter in his sleep, lips parted just the slightest bit as a sliver of drool leaks from the corner of his mouth and transverses the path of skin from your collarbones towards the valley of your breasts.
you may have been shivering if it was anyone else lying beside you, but dabi runs warm. his body heat envelops you entirely. your arms curl around his form, keeping him flush against you. your legs do the same, with the heels of your feet pressing into his lower back as you yawn. your eyes moisture from the movement before cracking open and squinting at the sunlight streaming through the curtains and onto your face
you and dabi have an odd way of sleeping together. other couples usually spoon each other or cuddle or something cuter than... whatever it is that you and dabi do. you two cling to each other like something was actively trying to pry you apart while you were asleep, and it feels like there isn't a single inch of skin of yours that isn't pressed against his.
you look away from the curtains and back towards him. his staples press into your skin, making minor indents that'll fade with time. occasionally, they'll be nicking you, cutting you when he's unaware and sleeping, making you bleed—but, it's a price you'll happily pay if it means you get to hold your monster nice and close. he shifts once more, and you can tell he's starting to wake up when you hear the quiet sigh that slips past his mouth as his nose presses against the column of your throat
"you up?" he finally murmurs, eyes still closed and voice raspy and deep with sleep. you don't respond at first, carding a hand through his black strands instead
"i'm up. sleep well?" you coo, keenly taking advantage of the fact that he's too drowsy to scowl at your infantilizing tone to use it
"sure." dabi says. his palm moves up the slope of your spine to help himself sit up, and he does so with a grunt. the blanket pools around his waist at the movement before he leans his back against the bed frame, and you quickly scoot forward and drop your head in his lap
he watches you get comfortable silently, making no move to intervene as you press your face against his tummy contently. your arms loop around his middle with a yawn
"i gotta go," he tells you
"'kay."
"it's another important mission for me. the boss is gonna be on my ass if i slack off even a little."
"you're always slacking off."
those words earn you a swift flick to the forehead, and you let out a soft whine before tightening your grip on him
"don't go, dabi. why can't you stay here? i'll make your favorite for breakfast if you do." you promise, and that seems to do the trick, because dabi rolls his eyes with an annoyed sigh before answering you
"whatever. you're annoying." he grumbles, slumping back against the headboard as he gathers you in his arms to pull you closer. you let out a satisfied hum and get comfortable as he noses at your hairline
"but i'm leaving right after breakfast. don't even start with your nonsense when the time comes."
"...'kay."
dabi won't admit that he feels bad eating with you and leaving right after, so he uses the excuse that he doesn't want to listen to you complaining that he doesn't help around to stay a little longer and aid in tidying up the kitchen with you
you get to keep your hold on dabi for at least another hour after that, wasting an extra ten minutes of his in the doorway alone while smothering his face in kisses and trying to smooth down the spikes in his hair so he looked "presentable" for his meeting with shigaraki. as if that was possible for a villain that looked like he did
but, even as dabi is leaving your apartment, stomping down the complex's stairs and muttering an angry string of jumbled up incoherent nonsense underneath his breath, he's flushed, and the heat behind his scars had nothing to do with his quirk. all the credit for it went to you, and he can't even try to deny how much he liked waking up with you and how only you could have someone as grumpy as him in a somewhat pleased mood so early in the morning.
tired of pretending that Dabi, daddy issues mcgee himself, would not be the most emotionally dependent boyfriend ever. if you ever left him he would ACTUALLY kill himself /hj
Tags: fem reader, horny ass thoughts, literally no plot, just smut
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Walk with me…
Being on your knees for Dabi. Like, looking up and seeing his stupid ass grin, all condescending and rude as he grabs your jaw to keep you there. His hand would be soooo hot, hotter than usual since he’s turned on, and he would only hold tighter if you whine and squirm. He’d be the type to grab your hair and hold you still, just to grind against your face all mean and rough. He’d chuckle when you get embarrassed, smushing his bulge right into your lips when you try to protest or whine.
He might not even let you suck his dick sometimes. He’d sit down instead, dragging you to sit between his feet by your hair. Once you’re settled, Dabi would squeeze your cheeks until you open your mouth, then shove his fingers down your throat instead. He’d might not be in the mood, or maybe he just wants you to suffer a bit first, either way he’s being so fucking mean as he gags you on his fingers, pumping them in and out until you’re drooling and on the verge of tears.
Speaking of his fingers…I just KNOW Dabi would be good at fingering you. He might not do it as often as you’d like, since he’s selfish like that, but when he does? You’re cumming within a few pumps. I know he isn’t the biggest guy ever, but his hands would be nice and broad. Combined with his unnatural body heat, it’d feel sooo fucking good to have his fingers shoved up your pussy. And of course he’s mean about it, just like he is with everything else.
He’d sit you on his lap, back against his chest, a low warning in your ear to “keep your legs open.” Then he’d start, one hand squeezing roughly at your tit while the other slides two coarse fingers through your wet folds. Dabi would snicker at how wet you are already, mocking the way you try to buck up into his touch as he presses down on your clit. If you whined too much, he’d deliver a light smack to the little nub. If your legs start closing, he’d bring his whole hand down much harder on your thigh, warning you to stay still or he’ll stop.
And when he finally sinks his fingers in? RAAAAAHHHH. Bro he’d shove two in at once and it wouldn’t even matter because we’re ALL gonna be dripping by that point. He’d get right to it, jamming them all the way in to his knuckles and spreading them out so meanly, making you squeal and squirm in his lap. Dabi would just scoff, immediately starting to plunge them in and out roughly, curling them mercilessly to rub and prod at that mushy spot that has you seeing stars. His other hand is groping at your tits so hard it hurts, rubbing and pinching at your nipples until you arch away, only to press harder against his chest.
Like I said, I don’t think he’d do it very often. He’d probably only do it because you keep bugging him about it, so don’t expect him to have mercy. Dabi is in your ear the whole time being so fucking rude. “Take it just like that.” “Open those fucking legs.” “You wanted this, so sit still.” “Don’t you dare push me away.” “Crying, babe? Fuckin’ pathetic.”
SPEAKING OF HIS VOICE…that alone could get me off. Seriously. Like, remember when he first showed up and his voice was all low and kinda smoky? And that fuck ass tone he always used? Yeah, WE’RE wet. And then when the show kept going and his voice kept getting rougher and more raspy? YEAH. WE’RE WET. Literally just imagine Dabi in your ear, whispering and growling and moaning the nastiest fucking things. Telling you how dirty you are, how good you’re being, to take it deeper, to go one more round, to be louder, to shut the fuck up.
Okay okay okay, so actually sleeping with him…could go one of two ways. Dabi is either all in on absolutely destroying you, or he’s being a lazy piece of shit. It’s a 50/50 which one you get, but it usually depends on who initiates.
If Dabi is initiating sex, it’s because he’s pent up and about to (literally) burst into flames. He’s rough, unsurprisingly, gruffly getting consent before slamming you down and shoving himself inside. He’s thorough when he’s fucking you like this, deep and hard and going for long enough that you’re damn near begging him to stop.
He’d have you in a rough mating press, or maybe pressed up against an alley wall, or maybe even on top just so he can ram up into you. But most of all, Dabi looooves taking you from behind. It’s the principle of it, really, trapping you completely beneath him. He’d have you on your knees on his bed, face smashed into his pillows. Occasionally, if he can’t even make it back to his room, he’d bend you over the bar in the common room while the others scramble out. And sometimes, when he really can’t help himself, he’s pushing you down over some old boxes or a dirty bathroom sink in whatever dark corner or hole-in-the-wall he can find.
His hands would be so fucking hot as he grips your hips, bruisingly tight as he keeps you perfect in place, fingers sinking into your skin painfully for leverage to fuck himself into you even harder. The thrusts would be devastating, punching fucked-out moans and cries from your throat with every rough pump. Dabi would revel in it, of course, pushing himself until his muscles are burning and his staples are ripping from how hard he’s going.
When he’s not holding your hips, Dabi’s hands are burning paths over your body. Calloused fingers would pinch and pull at your nipples and clit, wringing high squeals from your lips. He’d tangle a hand in your hair and pull until you whine, your back arching sharply, then slam you back down. And sometimes, when he’s feeling particularly mean, he’ll purposely heat up his hand and smack hard enough to leave a burning handprint. You cry, of course, and he only gets harder inside you, rolling his eyes at your whining but rubbing the mark to help soothe it.
Buuuut…sometimes he’s not feeling like putting in that much effort. Doesn’t mean he’s nice, though. Dabi’s not ‘nice’- not even to you. So when you initiate sex, you better be ready to work for it.
He’d sit there, not moving a fucking muscle while you do everything. Get yourself undressed, get his cock out, pump him until he’s hard enough, prep yourself if you’re feeling bold enough. Dabi would watch, cigarette hanging lazily between his lips, offering an occasional mocking comment or praise disguised as an insult. You only know he’s actually into it by the way his cock twitches and leaks for you.
Blue eyes would bore into you as you ride him, one scarred behind his head while the other brings the cigarette to and from his lips. Dabi wouldn’t help you at all, wouldn’t touch you, just tell you to keep going since you “wanted it so bad.” And you do keep going, rolling your hips up and down nice and slow, hands braced on his stomach while you clench and gush around him. As much as it pisses you off that he’s just sitting there watching you, you can’t deny he looks fucking good like this…or maybe it’s just the haze of pleasure and cigarette smoke messing with your head.
If you start whining for him to touch you, to move, to even say something, Dabi would roll his eyes like you just asked him to some monumental task. But…he is close by now. So, reluctantly, he takes his hand out from behind his head and grabs your hip, guiding your movements a bit faster. When he starts twitching and throbbing more, both hands move to your hips, cigarette forgotten in his mouth even as he keeps breathing in and blowing out smoke.
His mocking would slip to praise as he gets closer, voice pitching a little lower to a growl. “Help? Can’t do it yourself?” “Fuckin’ brat, always whining for something.” “This what you wanted?” “Yeah, you like that? Tell me.” “That’s it- gettin’ so close…” “Mmh- fuck, make yourself cum, pretty girl- Just like that, just like that-.”
Well, either way, Dabi is filling you the fuck up with his cum. He’s pumping loads and loads into you like he’s trying to put a baby in you, despite that being his literal worst nightmare. He’d pull out and push his load back into you with his fingers, grinning as you whine and squirm from overstimulation.
And WE are all still begging for more even when he’s done, because he’s so damn sexy it actually hurts. LET ME AT HIM.
Dabi and his secret little fling…who he has to save
This came to me in the shower…
Tags: Fem reader, mentions of sex, mentions of arranged marriage in a bad connotation, mentions of murder
You’re, honestly, close to nothing to Dabi. You’re a fling at best, a convenience at worst. The best thing about you, besides the sex, is that you come from money. His pretty little secret rich girl.
He despises the way you live even if he tolerates you. Dabi scoffs at the way you thoughtlessly spend money and glares at the interior of your family house. He makes a point of ripping or burning your nice clothes off you, just to snicker at your pouting and refuse to apologize. He knows you’ll just buy a new shirt or dress or bra or whatever he ruined.
You’re spoiled, for lack of a better term. You drive him around in your nice car your parents bought you, take him out for food, let him sneak onto your property and into your room late at night to fuck and crash. Dabi has no shame about it either. If all he has to do to get this treatment is fuck you into the mattress, then he wins either way.
It’s casual. It’s convenient. Dare he say, it’s actually fun. So imagine Dabi’s surprise when you show up at the hideout, crying your pretty eyes out and practically begging to be let in.
He’s confused as hell, obviously. Usually you’re nice and neat, all put together like there’s nothing wrong in the whole world. But now it seems like your world is falling apart beneath your feet. Dabi tugs you inside if only to keep your crying down and not attract any unwanted attention.
Dabi sighs as you immediately cling to him, fingers curling into his jacket as you bury your face in his shoulder. He doesn’t hug you back, but he does let you stay…which he would never do for anyone else. After a moment, though, he’s had enough. “The hell is wrong with you?” He demands, grabbing your jaw and forcing you to look at him.
You sniffle and swallow down a sob before you start telling him, your voice trembling with tears and fear. And although his face doesn’t change, you can feel Dabi getting hotter as your words sink in. “Forced”, “quirk marriage”, “no choice”, “he already agreed”. Fuck. It’s too personal. Hits too close to home.
He doesn’t even notice the way his fingers are digging into your jaw now, his hand heating up so much you squirm and pull away from the burn. Dabi knows how this goes. He lived it. It’s the whole fucking reason he turned out like this. And the thought of you, beaten down and corroded like his mother…it’s enough to make him wanna burn down the whole city block.
Dabi isn’t a hero. He never has been and he never will be. But he can save you from this…he can save you from that fate.
So, he does. He pulls you in close, closer than he ever has before. It’s not soft, in fact it almost hurts, but it’s from him. And it feels good. “I’ll take care of it.” Dabi promises lowly, his tone so cold it sends a shiver down your spine.
He takes you home after that, mostly because he doesn’t want you to see what he’s gonna do with all this sudden stored up anger. Because, fuck, the longer he thinks about it, the more worked up he gets about his own life- his own parents- his own father. And he doesn’t want to scare you…not like that, anyways. So, Dabi sends you off to your big fancy house, watching from the shadows until you’re safely inside…and then he goes to start “taking care of it”.
Your intended husband is found dead a week after that. Burnt to a crisp, but made to look like an accident. Your parents are heartbroken, and you play the part so as to avoid their suspicion. But, obviously, you know it was Dabi.
The next time he sneaks into your room, you don’t ask about it, and he doesn’t bring it up. He didn’t do it out of any real feelings towards you (or that’s what he tells himself, anyways), but more out of an obligation to keep you as his. So, Dabi basks in the way you cling to him, skin warm and damp from exertion. He soaks in the way you murmur a small “thank you” against his chest, ignoring the way it makes something beneath your cheek tighten against his ribs.
So, no, Dabi isn’t a hero. He’s not your knight in shining armor. But he’s killed for you and he’d do it again. If he has to ‘save’ you a few times just to keep you to himself, then so be it.
Oh cool. They didn't even fucking include this last panel of Touya in the OVA.
Instead, they just show Shoto praying at Touya's altar.
Which doesn't even have Touya's picture on it anymore. They could have at least put that in, we've seen his altar before.
Didn't think MHA would find a way to piss me off one last time, but I am constantly being let down by this series. Really fucked up that the character whose whole issue is being ignored and neglected is treated the same way by the fucking anime itself.
Yeah, the same company that made thousands of original impact frames for Touya back then, had a lazy ass to draw ONE static scene for Touya's last scene.
I repeat: ONE STATIC SCENE. ONE. Dont even needed animation, just colors and one PowerPoint panel.
In final season they did a original scene where Touya was hearing his dad babbling nonstop on that creppy tube, but ONE static PowerPoint panel of him smilling in afterlife / Shoto's memories, to show that Touya somehow was ok in his final moments...Nothing.
Cool, Fuck if.The Hell with Bones and all the canon stuff.
Cool part: That was oficialy the last time that Bones, Horikoshi or any canon stuff pissed me off and ruined my day
It end. Finally. Im free from this franchise. Im gonna cherrish my boy like always, without being bothered by the disappointments this canon throwned at me until the end.
Like this man does not want to fall in love under any circumstances, but once he does? Once you're his? It's game over. This man is devoted! He will do literally anything to ensure your comfort and safety. He knows how broken families work and he will do everything in his power to make you happy, even if it means to burn down the rest of the world.
I feel like no one talks about how HOT Dabi would actually be
Like physically. His skin. I have a mild sunburn right now and my shit is burning all the time. This guy probably feels like the surface of the sun. Nsfw under cut. gn!reader
I like the headcanon that he would be like emitting heat all the time, because that makes sense. But like physically, Dabi would probably be hot to the touch. His staples would probably actually burn you too, like leave real little marks and make you jump, because they’re hot metal.
That would be great in the winter, but you’d be lucky if he let you cuddle up to him. I feel like Dabi would sooner die than be caught letting someone use him as a space heater, so you’d probably just have to stick your hands out to him like a campfire.
IF Dabi lets you close, it’d only be in private, and only if you two were actually close enough for him to be comfortable with it. And even then, he wouldn’t put an arm around you, and he wouldn’t let you hug him. It’d just be leaning against him, or you soaking in his heat while he uses you as a pillow.
But in the summer? Stay away from him. I couldn’t even imagine being in the room as this guy while it’s hot outside. Dabi probably gets even hotter in the summer, so any room he’s in probably feels like a fucking sauna. No fan or AC is enough to combat him just sitting there being hot.
If you’re dating (or as close to dating as you can get with him), Dabi would probably use it to annoy you on purpose. I feel like he’d be the type to lean all his weight on you on purpose, just to watch you struggle. But that, along with his heat, means you’re sweating and getting all worked up. He’d just grin and call you dramatic. He’s probably also a freak that likes to watch you run away when he gets too close and you start getting too hot.
Don’t even get me started on sex with Dabi. Sex is already exerting, but sex with a living bonfire like him? You’re probably absolutely drenched in sweat.
He’d tease you about it- how red you get, how much you’re panting, how you’re all weak and overheated. Touching Dabi while he’s fucking you would practically make an actual sizzle noise, just because your hand is slick with sweat and his skin is even hotter than usual. And every ‘slap’ of his hips against yours would be accompanied by a small sizzle of connecting skin.
And just imagine the friction caused by sex. Friction = heat, right? Bro’s dick is probably literally scorching as he fucks you. He’d be fucking you so hard, so fast, that the heat and friction just builds and builds and builds until your insides feel like they’re on fire. It might get so hot it even hurts after more than a couple rounds, and Dabi might even have to stop because it burns so much.
And when he cums? It’s HOTTT. Dabi would spill inside you and it’d be sooo warm the first couple times. If he keeps going it’d be hotter and hotter until you have to beg him to stop because it hurts. It’s the same if he cums on your skin. He’d be nice and spread it around to cool it off, but he also just likes seeing his cum smeared on your thighs or tummy.
Down your throat probably hurts the most. The first couple times, his cum would maybe feel a little nice, might go down a bit easier because it’s warmer. But if he’s more worked up, or if he’s cum a couple times already, it’d be like when you eat something too hot without blowing it off first. Dabi would tease you or mock you for tearing up and trying to push him away, but he would pull out quick for you.
After he’s done, he’d collapse on top of you, smothering you in his heat. Dabi doesn’t do much cuddling or aftercare, but he likes to just have you…close. He’d be significantly hotter than normal, all pressed up against you and making you even more overheated than before. He would chuckle at the way you whine and try to push him off, but he can tell he’s way hotter than normal.
If Dabi was feeling particularly nice, he’d get you a cold glass of water to help cool down while getting one for himself. But don’t expect an apology.
dabi isn’t a man of many words, often opting to act rather than say. however, that tends to be the exact opposite when you two are together; when you’re making him feel good.
when you finally sink down on his cock after a long day of work, releasing the stress of that day, kissing up on his neck and telling him to make you forget. your cunt feels so good to him he can’t help but take both hands and piston you up and down on his cock while he’s growling into your ear.
he’s fighting an orgasm that’s been waiting for him ever since you started grinding on his lap. he tries to fight being so vocal, but there’s something about you that makes him say the most obscene things.
“takin’ this dick like a slut.”
“keep riding me yeah— fuckk right there.”
“gonna cum- shit, gonna fill you up.”
and when he does come, he’s biting into your neck, bruising already prominent from previous ministrations. he knows how to fuck you justttt right.
In which Dabi is your toxic boyfriend and your relationship with him is like a live wire next to an open flame.
warnings: toxic relationship, violence, mentions of trauma, using trauma as an insult (let me know if i missed anything pls)
a/n: hi guys, this is my first time posting on this app. i hope you guys enjoy :)
wc: 1090
Five isn’t a big number. Five pencils? Five books? Five bottles? Five is, objectively, a small number.
That number seems bigger when you’re using it to count how many arguments you’d had with your boyfriend in the past seven days. It was the same thing every day– the same bullshit, something so small, getting blown way out of proportion.
Tonight it had been about how he’d burned you when you’d reached out for his arm. You tore your hand away from him as soon as you started to see the bright, blue flames licking at your body from where they burned on his arm.
He’d laughed– a sharp, mocking noise at the sight of your pain.
“Don’t be a fuckin’ baby,” he’d groaned the words like your pain had been annoying– an inconvenience instead of something worth caring about.
“Don’t be a fuckin’ dick.” You snapped back without thinking, the words coming out harsh and venomous. You grabbed your red, tingling skin with your opposite hand, eyes locking onto the way Dabi’s neck muscles tensed, his eyes narrowing further.
Your eyes narrowed in response– an automatic response to his anger.
“Watch your mouth.” He gritted out, his usual, mocking smirk turning sharper before changing into a grimace. The heat from his fire lingered even after you pulled away, biting deeper into your skin like it had teeth.
“You burned my skin you asshole, don’t tell me to watch my mouth. You LAUGHED.” Your voice came out more like a frustrated growl than anything else, which seemed to only piss him off worse.
“You heal fast, it’s not like it burnt you bad.” He snapped in response. This was a common theme between the two of you. He hurt you, you got angry, he got angrier.
“It’s the principle of it, you intolerant shit!” You snarled as you stepped toward the bathroom sink, running the burn under cold water. The sound of his boots hitting the floor as he followed you rang in your ears. Your muscles tensed on their own– your body knew the pattern, it was frequent.
You felt his presence as his figure loomed in the doorway behind you, a burning feeling on your back as you felt his eyes lock onto your form. Dabi stared at you often– but this stare was different. It felt wrong.
“You have a really nasty attitude.” His voice came out eerily calm– it gave you the sort of feeling you get when you swear something is lurking in the dark behind you. The hair on your arms stood up, goosebumps forming on your arms as you subconsciously quieted your breathing.
“Maybe I wouldn’t have one if you weren’t such an evil cunt.” You spoke in the same tone as him, eyes meeting his in the bathroom mirror.
“I guess it makes sense though. It's probably those Todoroki genes.” His entire body froze as the words left your mouth. You knew about his father– the two of you had met as kids, both a part of an abusive household. He’d run into you a few houses down from him, you’d been on the curb crying with blood dripping from your nose. The two of you had connected then.
Unfortunately for you, when he disappeared, you realized it was the kind of connection that made you want to tear your own heart out over his ‘death’. It had sent you down a worse path– you’d ended up killing your own father the last time he’d put his hands on you.
Somehow, you’d found your way into the League of Villains.
And there he had been.
“I used to ask myself how that man could’ve done that to you,” he spoke slowly, his eyes locked onto yours through the mirror.
“Now I see why.” The nonchalance in his voice while speaking of your own traumas flipped a switch in your brain, and you whipped around, slinging your fist at him angrily. He caught it with ease, shoving your hand backward and causing you to stumble.
Your shoulder slammed into his as you shoved past him, walking into the bedroom you shared with him in the small apartment. You found a bag easily– this wasn’t the first time you’d left him.
He appeared in the doorway again, watching every move you made as you shoved your things into the bag. Your muscles were tense, jaw tight, eyes narrowed. His uncaring attitude only made things worse.
“You leavin’ again?” His words came out sharp and annoyed as he rolled his eyes. Despite the annoyance in his voice, the thought of you leaving to god knows where was something that made him absolutely livid.
“I give it two days before you come crawling back like you always do.” He scoffed, stepping behind you. One of his hands snaked around your waist, the other reaching forward to grip your jaw.
“You don’t know how to function without me, pretty.” He growled the words in your ear, voice low and calm like he wasn’t the slightest bit worried.
“I’ll be here to take care of you when you come back, though. No one is ever gonna be there for you like that the way I am,” He moved his head to place it on yours.
“You’re so angry, so mean. Such an aggressive woman. I’m the only one capable of tolerating you this way. Don’t you remember how hard it's always been for you to keep people around?” There was a sharp look in his eyes as he fed you lies to confirm your own anxious thoughts about yourself.
The words caused you to freeze for a half second, your scowl slipping into something more emotional.
He noticed. He always noticed.
“Oh, pretty girl,” his voice dripped with faux empathy as his thumb slowly slid across your jaw– god, his touch. Your anger seemed to slowly dissipate as you leaned into his touch subconsciously.
“Don’t be sad, I didn’t mean it bad.” He purred in your ear as he continued to rub your jaw. A shiver ran down your spine as he roughly nipped at your ear, his smirk sharp.
“Y’know I love you.” He whispered the words, and they filled your brain in a matter of seconds. Your grip on the bag in your hand loosened before the bag fell back into the floor, the thump muffled by the carpet.
“I know,” you whispered. Your eyes lowered, a broken sort of exhaustion settled deep into them.
A/N: after finding out by @baby-tini there’s no yan alphabet of dabi, i had to contribute and be the first. Reblogs are appreciated!
MASTERLIST | DABI FLUFF ALPHABET
Affection- How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?
With Dabi it’s safe to say very intense. He feels everything so deeply, and he is very emotionally fragile too. He will give you his undivided attention and will expect the same in return. You should always look at him, nobody else. What he feels towards you is very unhealthy, his whole world revolves around you besides his other goals, he is quite emotionally dependent on you.
Won’t always shower you with the sweetest words but his actions clearly show the affection he has towards you, physical touch is actually this man’s love language.
Extremely clingy, always needs to hold your hand or your hip or touch your hair, always by your side everywhere you go.
Blood- How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?
As expected from him, he is willing to burn everything down to the ground for you without any hesitation. You’re his weakest point and if anyone harms you ever so slightly, they’ll face a painful burning death.
He will also get rid of anyone that “threatens” your relationship, a certain friend, a coworker who was close to you (even worse if it’s a male). If Dabi gets the slightest doubt in his head that you are giving special attention to someone who is not him, it’s over for that person.
Cruelty- How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?
I see him being able to calm you down with his strangely soothing voice and comforting words, you’d be screaming and crying and hyperventilating but suddenly he has managed to calm you down pretty good, grabbing your face gently with both hands and rubbing circles on your cheeks. He’s cooing in your ear that you’re such a good girl, that everything will be alright. He’ll kiss your tears, and tell you he’s gonna take care of you forever.
Darling-Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?
Other than kissing you, hugging you, making out with you and leaving marks on your neck, I do not see him going further. Dabi is more than capable to take you forcefully against your will and fuck you till you’re broken, but he doesn’t have the heart to, nor does he find any sick pleasure in that.
In his eyes it’s better to have you willing instead, he wants to make you fall for him in a way that has you hating yourself over such feelings. He will tease you, kiss you, make you feel hot and bothered but never take it further, until you’re the one actually begging him to do so. You’re the one who is suddenly grinding against him so needily, you don’t even realise it until you hear his low chuckle that has your cheeks hot. He loves the fact that you hate him so much yet your body is begging for his touch.
Exposed- How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?
You won’t see him break down that easily at first, he knows you hate him and you wouldn’t care. Though as time passes you can actually see you and him becoming more intimate when it comes to feelings, mostly him, and it feels strange knowing that a fearful villain like him has in fact a fragile heart hidden beneath his cold, intimidating persona. He becomes more vulnerable with time, but not vulnerable enough to give you advantage of controlling him. He loves you yes, but he needs his own time to actually trust you.
Fight How would they feel if their darling fought back?
That bastard loves when you turn against him, he even encourages it sometimes, angering you on purpose just to see you trying to hit him. He knows he’s much stronger than you, but he still lets you hit him, maybe catching your hands to block you from movement, but he never hits you back.
To him you’re like a spicy little kitten, hissing and throwing a fit, 100% attack but 0% damage. He’ll call you little kitty too.
Game- Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?
He enjoys a good game of cat and mouse. Just like any captive would do he knows you’d also try to escape many times. The thing is, you aren’t aware of the tracking device put on you, made by Skeptic at Dabi’s request.
Dabi gets a certain thrill watching you escape, thinking you’re so safe and finally able to go home, only for him to hunt you down again and bring you back to your real home. You keep him on his toes and he gets an adrenaline rush each time he plays with you like this. Deep down he has a sadistic side that loves watching you cry and kick him as he forcefully drags you back to the base.
Hell-What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?
When you anger him. Dabi is a very patient man, but if you take it too far by saying certain stuff that may touch his emotional side, that’s when you’re in for a ride.
It rarely happens when he really gets angry with you, but when it does you end up with burn marks on your body. He dangerously heats up the grip he has on you, and it burns so bad you keep crying even in the next days because the pain doesn’t go away. You learn it the hard way to be careful when you play with fire, because you’ll definitely get burnt.
Even if he didn’t use his quirk on you, the way his eyes darken has you shivering on your seat, its a sight that you’d never seen on him. Just like any other poor soul, you also learn to never get on this man’s bad side.
Ideals-What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?
After having achieved his goals and turning the hero society to ashes, he plans to do his best to stay alive. If before he had made up his mind to die while taking down his dear ol’ dad too, now he will do anything to survive because your existence gave his life a whole other meaning.
In a world where villains have taken over, you’ll be by his side watching the world burn. He doesn’t see any other person next to him other than you, he is determined to keep you by your side till the day death do you both part.
Jealousy- Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?
If there is a trait that would describe this man perfectly is jealousy. He is possessive, jealous, it feels like you’re walking on eggshells when interacting with other people in his presence. If he convinces himself that you looked a bit too longingly at someone else, or smiled a bit too much or were too friendly, he’ll hold it against you for the rest of the month.
If someone tries to get close to you or try and talk to you, Dabi will pop out of nowhere right beside you, wrapping a hand around your shoulder, driving people away with his threatening glare. People learn to always keep their distance from you and watch their words because they love their life enough to not get burned to death by the psycho on your side.
Kisses- How do they act around or with their darling?
Like I said, very clingy, very touchy, you need to be close to him no matter what, your hands must touch each other’s no matter what.
You wanna think of him as a devil, yet his kisses are heavenly, slow and passionate, but then they get rougher and more possessive as seconds pass by. His lips against yours and his tongue inside your mouth have you melting on the floor, it has you thinking and behaving in ways you’d never normally do. The fucker is a good kisser, it’s a good weapon he uses against you to have you gushing all over him, he loves the effect he has on you just by a few kisses.
Love letters- How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?
Dabi would learn the places you go to on daily basis, favorite cafe, your workplace/school, favorite shopping district, where you get your groceries etc. And then you’d suddenly run up to him, what a coincidence. Just more of an excuse for him to approach you and talk to you. His captivating blue eyes and husky voice easily pull you in his trap.
Flowers on your doorstep and written notes, letting you know how serious he is about you. You thought it was very romantic, but it wasn’t as romantic anymore after finding out later he is in fact a wanted villain.
Mask-Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?
Yes, because with you he gets to show his vulnerable side too, his deepest thoughts and feelings that he’d never show anyone.
Naughty- How would they punish their darling?
Tying you up in some dark room and not letting you out until he says so. It only happened once though.
Spanking is his favorite punishment, he’ll have you laid down on his lap, ass up as his heated palm comes down to leave bruising marks. He’ll have you count too and if you don’t count properly he’ll start from the beginning, getting off at the way you scream and cry.
You start thinking twice before doing something stupid again.
Oppression- How many rights would they take away from their darling?
No phone allowed until he trusts you enough, every contact with your old life is cut off, friends, family, everything. No going out allowed, not on your own at least, if you behave good he’ll take you out for walks everyday or eat in some nice place. Still he won’t go with you in crowded places until he’s sure you won’t pull off anything stupid to catch people’s attention.
Patience-How patient are they with their darling?
He is very patient. Doesn’t mean that he doesn’t have a certain limit which you must not cross.
Quit-If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?
The only way you’ll be able to escape him is if you die or he dies. No other way. If you manage to escape and go to heroes for help he would rather go wreak havoc and take you back with him rather than just sit back and do nothing. Even if you pull off some very successful escape and disappear off the face of earth, he will search the whole world until he finds you again. As long as he is alive and breathing, you shall never be free of him.
If you die, that’s another different story. It would completely shatter him from the inside, to the point he’d destroy himself. He’d blame himself from not protecting you good enough, he’d mourn by burning down everything and turning it to ashes, including himself.
Regret- Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?
Yes he would feel guilty. Unfortunately that guilt doesn’t overpower his love and obsession towards you. He is selfish and will keep you for himself, help you get used to your new life.
Stigma- What brought about this side of them [childhood, curiosity, etc]
[I don’t get this question I’ll let the readers fill it lmao]
Tears- How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?
If he enjoys watching you cry at some point, he doesn’t like it when that crying and isolation goes for too long. He’ll try to give you your space, in hopes that you will calm down on your own. He gets you everything materialistic you could have wished for, pampering you in the best way possible, just to see you smile a bit.
Unique- Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?
Not sure. I honestly think Dabi as a character has some obsessive yandere traits, you can’t convince me otherwise. Because he is so consumed by his obsession towards a person, whether it is by feeling hatred or love, always thinking of them at some form, everything he does or thinks about revolves around the said person, his whole life is only about the said person. I totally see him behaving this way with a potential partner.
Vice- What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?
You could try to earn his trust, make him feel loved and seen, making him believe that you’ll never abandon him, you could use this as an advantage to plot your escape. But your weak heart won’t actually let you defy him and hurt him like this, it’s way too cruel.
Wit’s end- Would they ever hurt their darling?
Yes, sadly he would. When he’s lashing out at you his quirk might get out of control and accidentally hurt you in the process. Which he definitely regrets.
Xoanon-How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over
Dabi worships you in ways you’ll notice when he is all over your body, kissing you, doing anything just to give you pleasure, he doesn’t care for his own pleasure before yours, you’re the definition of beauty in his eyes.
He’ll compliment you and throw in flirty comments that have you trying to hide your blush.
Flowers, gifts, stolen trinkets, anything you have looked at for too long in the shopping mall he’ll get it for you. He’ll spoil you rotten, will go out of his way to get you your favorite jewellery that you’ve always dreamt of.
You’re a sight for sore eyes and he despises the fact that other people get the opportunity to look at someone as beautiful as you.
Yearn- How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?
I’d give it 5 months max. After stalking you, getting to know you better and studying you, he’d become so desperate to the point he finally kidnaps you. Dabi takes his time and makes sure everything falls into place perfectly before he executes his final plan, he is not one to rush things, hence why he is patient enough until the time has come to finally make you his.
Zenith-Would they ever break their darling?
If you’ve fallen for him and would willingly go back to him even if he let you free, means you’re already broken.
