#claris.dabis

[inkykeiji]

Hiya Clari! Prepare for a silly ask, but how would your Dabis react if they turned around and noticed reader checkin' out his ass? We did once discuss which of your Touyas had the best butt, sooo... <3

lmaooooo anon!!!! i love this question so much ahahahahaha okay okay

tw: stepcest, toxic relationships, implied daddy kink, implied dubcon with dark academia touya (DA!touya)

touya-nii gets fucking mean with his teasing, relentlessly lamenting about your behaviour until tears are streaming down your cheeks and hiccups are stammering heavy and painful in your chest, going on and on about how bad you are, about what a sick little pervert you are, and so clumsy with it, too, so conspicuous and obvious. you really should be embarrassed, you know, he’s telling you with that usual apathetic lilt, but you know him better than that now. you can see it, that malevolent glee glittering in sapphire eyes, that eager and excited tremor sewn into his words. you know he’s just teasing, know he gets off on shit like this, know he doesn’t mean a word of it, but that doesn’t mean it hurts any less. but oh, don’t worry, he’s reassuring as he pulls you into his lap and cradles you to his chest, voice drenched in condescension as rough hands rub comforting circles into your hitching back. niichan will give you what your so clearly desperate for, because he’s such a good big brother, always tending to his baby sister even when she’s being bad.

bmb!dabi gets a little shy with it—there’s no way you’re actually checking him out, is there? there’s no way you’d be so goddamn obvious about it, right?—a little snappy, a little snarky as he asks what the hell are you looking at? it’s only when you start, seemingly surprised by his voice, eyes staring up at him guiltily, that he realizes you truly were staring at his ass. such a notion has that irritating warmth spreading through his chest, blanketing that creature you birthed behind his ribs as it snuggles into his heart. and although he scoffs as he turns away, acts as if he’s so annoyed and disgusted by your actions, he spends the rest of his night glaring up at his ceiling, tangled threads of thoughts knotting tighter and tighter as he replays the moment over and over again, evaluating every millisecond of it in an attempt to figure out what the fuck it means.

tag!dabi, cliché as ever, asks if his princess is enjoying the view, musing smugly to himself about how he’s got himself such a dirty, deviant little girl. when you can’t hold his gaze, stinging little pinpricks of embarrassment erupting across your cheeks, his voice turns sharp, firm and commanding as he tells you to look at him, princess. look at Daddy when he’s talking to you. and you know, it’s rude not to look at someone when they’re speaking to you, especially after you’ve been caught doing something so unsavoury, maybe he should punish you for it.

twin!dabi, for a moment, is confused. does he have something on his pants? he’s asking as he looks over his shoulder. what are you looking at? what’s captured your attention so wholly that you startle, snapped out of some sort of trance the moment his voice sounds? what has you so enamoured? but it dawns on him only a moment later, when your face is practically yanked to his own, adorned with wide eyes and a warped brow, features tinged with hesitant humiliation. and then he laughs, mean and mocking, and your cute lil face crumples under the strain of embarrassment as he teases you for being such a naughty little thing and, oh god, just wait until touya hears about this!

twin!touya is sneaky, subtle, sly with it. he lets you think you’re getting away with it, catches it inconspicuously out of the corner of his eye—that longing stare, chin in your hands, watching as he flits around the kitchen, dreaminess oozing from your gaze—but pretends to be oblivious until the opportune moment, nonchalantly asking if his precious little baby likes staring at Daddy’s ass just as you’re chewing a mouthful of whatever breakfast he’s made for you that morning, revelling in those sweet little chokes and cute little coughs sounding behind him as he pours himself his third cup of black coffee. turning toward you, he smirks at you over the steaming mug. that’s right, i saw you, he says, a malicious excitement shimmering in his eyes, pupils swallowing down your delicious mortification. and i’m gonna do something about it, as soon as you finish your breakfast.

1950s dabi outright asks you, voice equal parts amused and astonished, as he catches you one night while he’s walking around the motel in nothing more than a pair of briefs after a long day of murder and spy work. when his eyes capture yours, pretty glazed irises that dart away from his invasive stare the moment they connect, he snorts to himself. were you just…looking at my ass? when you shamefully admit that you were, he wiggles it obnoxiously for you, so you can get a good, proper, healthy eyeful and satiate yourself…unless you’d rather he satisfy your evident hunger in a different way?

DA!touya instantly responds with his usual arrogant confidence, going i know right? my ass looks fucking incredible in these jeans before launching into a whole self-satisfied spiel about how he always gets pussy when he wears these jeans, and hey? wanna fuck? i mean, you were looking and all, so you must want it, right? he says as if it’s matter of fact, eyes glinting in the dim light of his minimalist flat as they rake over your body slowly, selfishly, a sharp smile stretching abnormally wide across his cheeks, teeth razored and gleaming.

[inkykeiji]

How would the Dabis feel if they went to touch Reader - like touch her hair or hug or something - and she flinched?

OOOH ANON this is SUCH a good one!!!

tw: implication of past physical abuse with either an iteration of my dabis or an unnamed perpetrator

touya-nii: a flash of genuine fear shoots through his veins, so fast it makes him dizzy. unblinking eyes study your face; first rapidly, then almost leisurely, as if he's cataloging your expression, storing it safely between the tissues in his brain to analyze later. then, very slowly, he asks how you could possibly think that of him, blazing sapphire burning into your cheeks, scalding gaze searing into the soft flesh, ready to memorize every micro-expression that morphs your features, to discern and dissect and discover. the words are chilling, sending sharp shivers skittering up the notches of your spine, and for a moment you're terrified you've upset him. but then you look carefully, and you see it: the alarm glittering in his eyes, the panic twisting his mouth into a grimace, the dread twitching the very tip of his nose, and the sheer, unblemished honesty in it all—and you realize that he's terrified, too; terrified that he's actually hurt you, that he's truly distressed or frightened you, because you know niichan would never ever hurt his baby without a really good reason, right? and you do, of course you do. thus, he isn't worried you think he's capable of such a monstrosity—because he knows you know he is, five silverly letters tingling as a permanent reminder—he's worried you're senselessly scared of him; that is what upsets him.

bmb!dabi: his features shatter, and he's static for a moment, still for a moment, hand suspended in disbelief, hovering a few inches from your face—close enough that you can feel the heat radiating off of it. several seconds drip by, languid and lazy as residual raindrops dripping off of half-dead autumn leaves, and the silence stings your ears. finally, recognition oozes through the cracks, his broken expression melting into trepidation, chest heaving with a heavy inhale. he wants to talk about this, he tells you, voice hoarse, straining under the combined weight of concern and culpability. he wants you to know that he'd never do that to you, he tells you, words fading into a whisper, working hard to keep accusation from leaking into his tone as his hand completes its trajectory, fingers tracing along the curve of your cheek. you do know that, don't you?

poison!dabi: his whole face crumbles in confusion, concern carved into the creases in his brow and the corrugation of his chin. rough palms take your face between them delicately, his voice so painfully tender as he promises that he'd never raise a hand to you, tone fracturing slightly as he adds that he hopes you know this. and, really, he does; he hopes you don't regard him the way you regard keigo, hopes you don't think he'd ever be capable of putting his hands on you the way your brother has. such thoughts send a sudden yet belated fury slashing through his chest, because honestly, christ, how could you ever think for a second that he'd do such a thing! he's never given you a reason to think otherwise! the sting of rage fades just as quickly as it arrives, though, eradicated by the terror now sown into your features as you stare at him, eyes shining and lips trembling after these emotionally charged sentiments have spilled from his throat. lids close as he exhales a slow, deep, controlled breath, allowing his offense to wither in his chest with the reminder that this is a trauma response and in no way related to him, then tugging you into his lap with fierce vows to keep you safe, shielded and sheltered the way any good protector would, the way any good protector should.

twin!dabi + twin!touya: for touya's reaction, i've actually written something similar right here! for dabi: guilt, heavy and toxic, sinks in his stomach the moment you flinch away from him. he knows he's been rough with you before, and even though it's almost always been an accident, he's terrified these are the lasting repercussions of his brutish nature. but he doesn't know how to communicate these things, doesn't know how to even begin crafting those emotions into sentences, so he stays silent, distress etched deep into the ridges of his face, the furrow of his brow and the frowning of his lips; and just hopes you can see it, the regret and remorse that splatters across his soul, staining it like noxious black ink, each and every time you cower in fear from his touch.

DA!dabi: a chuckle of disbelief bubbles up his throat, and he jokingly asks if you're alright, movements suddenly slow and exaggerated, approaching you as if you're some sort of startled animal, nonchalantly commanding you to relax, jesus, he was just dusting an eyelash off your cheek, scaredy-cat! he doesn't realize the severity of it and what your response may mean.

1950s!dabi: stern and serious, he's an absolute expert at reading and deciphering body language, and he immediately asks who's inspired such a reaction; he knows a reaction like that doesn't just come outta nowhere, babydoll. if you refuse to speak, or try to cough out those stuttered excuses, his response becomes even more severe; demanding to know who the fuck hurt his baby in the past. it escalates to desperate, to urgent, as if it's crucial he possess this information, the thought of someone laying a finger on his angel in the past igniting a bright blue blaze in the depths of his eyes. because, oh, they're going to pay.

[inkykeiji]

I’m super sorry if you’ve answered this before but what pets would reader and the different Dabi’s share? Thank you!

don’t even worry about it bb!! no one has asked this before!! <3 oooooh that’s a really interesting question!!

touya-nii: a sweet little hedgehog. touya-nii doesn’t care much for pets, but he loves seeing his baby get all excited over a small little being to care for and watch over <3

bmb!dabi: cats, of course!!! he’s the one who brought isaac into her life, and he’s quite catlike himself <3 he’s really into adopting older strays from the local shelter! the fur drives tomura up the wall

poison!dabi: a biiiig dog!! a great dane, most likely, named hamlet. something that is just so staggeringly massive it makes you look twice.

twin!touya + twin!dabi: a fluffy white bunny!! dabi and reader tend to it more than touya does, but he will admit that it’s definitely cute, especially when it’s munching on food <3

1950s!dabi: either a yellow-bellied slider turtle or a couple of african dwarf frogs! they’re fairly low maintenance and they can be fun to glance over at every once in a while!

DA!touya: an absolutely kickass fish tank with several different species of fish as well as living plants, almost like a little aquatic garden! he gets super passionate about ‘aquascaping’ and is always ordering new plants, trimming them & moving them around in an effort to make their tank as perfect as possible.

[inkykeiji]

Do you think any of your Dabis would buy their Reader flowers?

yes, absolutely!!! every single one of them would buy her flowers, and they’d each come home with something different!!

touya-nii: classic red roses, two dozen of them

bmb!dabi: white lilies with baby’s breath

poison!dabi: purple + pink dahlias and peonies

twin!touya: red + pink tulips

twin!dabi: red carnations

1950s!dabi: daisies that he picked out of some poor old lady’s meticulously maintained garden

DA!touya: purple orchids

[inkykeiji]

Clari beary,,,,very serious question,,,,,,out of all your iterations of Tomura, Dabi/Touya, Keigo, even Natsuo,,,,who is the least to most begrudgingly carrying arms full of bags as you skip happily around the mall while they buy you whatever you want?

HAHAHAHA ANON I LOVE THIS IDEA <33 okay okay in order of least to most likely:

tomura: DA!tomura, touya-nii’s tomura, bmb!tomura

dabi/touya: bmb!dabi, twin!dabi, DA!touya, twin!touya, 1950s!dabi, touya-nii, poison!dabi

keigo: touya-nii’s keigo, 1950s keigo, bmb!keigo, prof!keigo, poison!keigo

natsuo: touya-nii’s natsuo, sugar daddy!natsuo