Boyfriend! Dabi is always giving his seat to the reader. Like what do you mean he's so used to sitting on dirt or using the filthy couch that whenever there is an option he just takes the worse one out of instinct. He doesn't care either way so he would rather you have the better space to sit down, to rest and just to exist in general.
There is no seat? Whatever just sit on his lap as he sits on the floor, he doesn't give a fuck. You're cold? Hell he always runs hot anyway so you can take his coat. You're hungry? Well the league has limited resources and he just ate like yesterday so he won't die if he doesn't eat for another few hours.
His love language is act of service, not because he wants you to have it better but because he thinks he deserves the worse option and he's used to it anyway.
Hey hey hey! Hope ur doing well! So I saw you’re asking for requests, but I didn’t see your rules so feel free to deny it!
But what about Stalker! Dabi or Stalker! Reader with Dabi… I saw you had something similar with Tomura and I just loved it 😋😋
It can be in any type! Although I’m a sucker for text messages… but really do what comes into mind!
If it helps with the scenario, they’re aware they have a stalker >•<
stalker x stalker!
⚠️VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED⚠️
no i don't know what the actual stalker x stalker is about. i just thought it would be a catchy title...idk. also, i'm okay with the idea! should probably start putting out rules...murmur mumble...
also, i think i made this too long cuz i js didn't know how to end it...yes i will have another part for this out but i'm not sure when :{
contains: stalking acts? yandereish vibe?? dabi and reader are both creeps and losers??? female reader!!!
dabi / tōya todoroki x gender neutral reader; fluff ( hurt / comfort if you squint ), mild mentions of abuse, mild suicidal ideation, pre-established relationship, authors hcs used. if you need anything else tagged, please let me know!
i love writing interactions with dabi more realistically, medical wise. please be prepared for that in all of my dabi works! it is a little awkwardly fit in, but that's on purpose. injuries aren't comfortable.
dabi hated being touched. as a child, it was a cruel reminder of things he wouldn't get unless he was crying by his brothers side. as an adult, it was just a safety hazard. fingers slicked with grease, dirt, and blood touching fragile, rotten flesh? it would definitely end in an unplanned death. and believe him, he had a plan to die.
or, he did anyways. there were always exceptions to rules, bumps in the road that took a perfectly crafted plan, one that he obsessed over for years, and made it violently topple down in seconds like it was a house of cards that had just been beaten with a rock.
you were his rock.
if anyone else did this, he would snarl and threaten to harm them. or just raise his fist and set their face on fire. but you? he only flinchs in mild surprise when you come up behind him, wrapping your arms around his torso like he belongs in your lap.
when dabi leans his head back and presses his nose into the crook of your neck, he finds himself agreeing. he belongs here.
“good morning, baby. you’re up early.” you mutter, twisting both so you can kiss his forehead and give him enough access to your neck that he can inhale against it.
“couldn’t sleep. irritated.” dabi replies with half - answers, lacking the energy and will alike to really put effort into it.
he relishes in the way your hands find their way to the back of his head, carefully avoiding the skin grafts that seem like they're everywhere. itchy on his skin, heatedly harassing what isn't dead as though his mind, body, core, and soul aren't constantly on fire.
...though maybe it isn't so bad right now, when your fingers are icy from the combination of a night under the fan and the disgusting - smelling sanitizer on the counter. when your touch holds him together like dabi is a structure that’ll fall apart if the pressure lets up.
when you hold him together with the little things he’d never let anyone else do.
when you kiss, and dabi lets you hold his face, and you press so gently against it like he really, really deserves to be treated so kindly.
when you help dabi redye his hair, and he really relaxes into it while your fingers card through the whitening strands, careful not to let any dye drip from his hair to his skin. it stains, its not clean, and you know that he wouldn't be able to stand it.
its the moments where dabi comes back to your apartment after a long day of dealing with idiots on the streets to find you there, promising a cold bath and comfort food because its just one of those days where he needs to exist and stop struggling with things he doesn't want to struggle with.
its when he can take care of you like you take care of him, because being useful is something that sunk into his skin and then carved itself into his bones the first time a fist struck his unmarred skin. and while he has since learned you will never be a repeat of those times, it still lingers like a waiting disease.
really, its just you. every touch, every kiss, every mumbled word on the rare occasion he isn't okay with being held or you're just a bit too overstimulated by the horrid - smelling medical supplies that you need just can't apply them onto your body. every unspoken thing that comes with your actions—
‘i still love you’
‘i adore you’
‘just because im overwhelmed right now doesn't mean i dont like you anymore’
he cherishes how easy it is to exist around you, without stressing over something like that. everything you do is a reminder of your love for him, and sparks in his heart a love that moulds him into a person. into something that doesn't only exist to find revenge and then die.
...oh.
thats it, isn't it?
you make him want to live. you make him want to rearrange his plans, make room for a future with you. to, for once in his pathetic fucking life, take care of someone with gentle, kind things instead of with an inferno.
you’ve given him a purpose. and he’ll tell you that when he realizes it, and the day after, and every day that follows that.
but today, he doesn't. today, he basks in your attention, knowing it’ll turn into a domestic breakfast, into a bath, and then a goodbye that’s said like he really, really dreads the thought of being away from you for those six - seven hours of every day when you both depart for work.
today, he loves you. one day, in the near future, he’ll live for you.
Dabi x reader: As you Wish (Period Comfort) Part 1
It was back.
Mother nature's curse, Aunt Flo, Jason, whatever the hell you wanna call it.
Your period had come.
Dammit.
You'd think I'd learn by now, but noooo. You sighed, covering your eyes with the back of your hand.
All of the signs were there: you was overly horny all week, then you wanted to cry out of nowhere and over the must dumbest shit, or was extremely moody and pissed off. You were so sleepy yesterday, even after oversleeping past your usual nap time and your breasts ached and were sensitive. Seriously, your nipples just barely grazing against your shirt made them tender and stiffen up, cut fucking diamonds.
All of this drama, only for your body to punish you for not being pregnant.
For the next seven days.
Seven days of hell.
To make things worse, Dabi was dropping by tonight.
Not that you weren't happy for your boyfriend to be coming over.
You loved seeing him. The thrill of a villain sneaking into your house without any of your neighbors noticing, or they didn't care as long as the couple wasn't too loud or disturbing the peace. It was great, one of the many perks to living in this neighborhood that was under the protection of the Shie Hassaikai, the yakuza. You paid your rent on time and were never late. Never asked questions and kept your head down whenever Mimic or one of Overhaul's eight bullets collected the months payment.
Of course, your period had to strike as you were about to take your early morning nap, as you rose to your feet you felt it.
The pool of blood staining your underwear and favorite pajama pants, dripping down your thighs, the uncomfortable dampness and stickiness.
The painful cramps in your abdomen hit, making you close your eyes harder, and focus on your breathing, simple breathing exorcises, deep inhale and exhale. In and out.
Who would have thought working as a nurses aid in training in a nursing home worked. All of the older woman teaching you tricks of the trade from their time as midwives or nurses at the local hospitals in their youth.
"Fuck," you cursed underneath your breath, making your way awkwardly towards your bathroom, waddling and shuffling without straining the floor. You felt gross already, yuck. Striping from your dirty and soiled, blood covered underwear and pants, throwing them into the hamper with a heated glare.
Opening your period drawer and checking on your supplies. Lips thinned into a firm line, clicking your tongue, and grumbling bitterly, "Of fucking course."
Your period supplies and stash was running low.
Damn near out of almost everything.
Groaning in frustration, you opened the drawer wider. Pulling out your period panties, placing a pad into it on top of the rest of your stack of clean clothes, you placed on the counter earlier after getting home. Bulky hoodie, check. Navy colored sweatpants, check. Pad and period underwear, check. Tank top and socks, check. Lazy girl outfit all here.
Turning on the shower head as hot as you could stand it, then removing the rest of your clothes as you waited, Need to wash these before they stain. thinking to yourself, inwardly sighing.
Hoping onto the shower, frowning as the water, blood and blood clots went down the drain. The heavy smell of blood and iron hit your nose making you wrinkle your nose in disgust. Closing your eyes once more, letting the warm water hit your now aching lower back as a thought came to mind. I need to tell him.
It's not the first time he's come over while you were on your period, and hopefully not the last. It's funny. You'd think that having a villain for a boyfriend, he would be a major asshole most of the time. He kept surprising you, awkwardly being kind and sweet. He grew up with a mother who birthed his dickhead of a father four kids and he had a younger sister, of course, he knows about women having their periods.
Chuckling, washing all of the iciness away with your favorite shampoo and body wash, rinsing and turning the water off.
Stepping out of the shower. Feeling like a drowned rat, slowly and still soaking wet, hesitantly and quickly, stepping down on the green furry rug, shoving your new underwear with a pad over your hips, then grabbed a blue towel, drying the rest of your body while checking to make sure bloody drops weren't running down your legs.
Sniffing and frowning, you finished getting dressed, grabbing the bottle of midol and shoved it into the front pocket of your hoodie, opening the bathroom door wearing a separate towel on your head, and walking back towards the living room. Retracing yours steps, eyes glued to the floor, thank god, there was no mess.
Standing in front of your favorite chair, opening the matching ottoman beside it, placed down a hidden pillow and red towel down as you sat back down, reaching for your favorite large fluffy blanket and phone.
Swiping your thumb over the screen, finger hovering over the message button, pushing it and waiting for it to load, then pressed Dabi's name, "alleycat" - he still snickered at the fucked up nickname you picked for him in case any dumbass tried to steal your smartphone.
"What?" You replied, giggling. "I can't put your villain name, or blue flame. That's amateur bullshit, 101." Rolling your eyes and snickered, adding, "Besides it's true, isn't it?" You teased lightly, "You are my chill and lazy alleycat." You reached over and lightly caressed and pet the top of his soft raven locks through yours fingers.
Dabi rolled his eyes, a light grin on his scarred lips. "Whatever works for you, princess."
A small smile graced your lips.
You: I'm on my cycle again, yay..... not. -_- If it's not too much trouble do you mind picking up some supplies for me?
He replied immediately.
Alleycat: Yeah, whatcha need? Send pics, I'm already at the store getting snacks anyways.
Your smile widened, you were lucky to have such an understanding boyfriend.
You: Thanks, babe~ U R the best! ;) See you soon and be safe.
Scrolling through your camera roll at the last time you forgot to write down your period shopping list, you sent them to him: pads, midol and chocolate.
Your good mood soured as another wave of cramps hit, forcing you to suck in a hissed breath. Closing yours eyes once more, trying to blink away tears spilling from the corner of your eyes, rubbing them away, burying yourself deeper into the chair, turning and laying your head against your arms, phone in your lap and spacing out.
You passed out in a matter on seconds it.
Or at least, that's what it felt like.
Your door bell ranged twice, letting you know that he was here.
Blinking and rubbing your eyes, groaning and yawning.
I don't wanna get up. You thought, blinking as a wave of tiredness and an incoming headache coming on. "I'm coming," you raised your voice slightly, licking your dry lips and rubbing the ball of your hand across your temple. The bell rang again, he must not have heard you, trying again, "hang on, hold your horses," rising once more from your comfy nest, "impatient, kitty, I swear," dragging the blanket along, unlocking it and opening the door.
As soon as you saw your villainous boyfriend, his sexy deep, heavily lidded ocean blues. Something in your overly hormonal brain flipped, like a switch: to overly painful cramps to overly horny, your drowsy eyes widened and your breath hitched. This isn't fucking fair! Down in between your legs, your traitorous clit ached, throbbed hard and painful.
Why the fuck can't your body make up its damned mind?!
Dabi leaned against the threshold of your doorjam. He titled his head, a playful smirk on his scarred face. "Special delivery." Hold two large grocery bags in his hand. "Your butt napkins and sugary snacks, my lady."
You should be pissed off, but instead a giggle slips past your lips. "My dark knight to the rescue." Rolling your eyes, opening the door wider and letting him in. "Take-out's on the way. I hope you don't mind Chinese." You mentally recomposed yourself as your cheeks heated and body grew more flushed and overly excited, "I don't feel like cooking tonight."
He walked in and waved, slipping off his boots, "Yeah, that's fine."
You watched him as you closed the door.
Dabi placed the snacks down on the coffee table. "Might have went overboard. Whatever we don't eat tonight, you can eat whenever." He shoved his hands into his pockets, watching and observing, then slowly, shrugging off his coat and lazily laying it on the side of the armrest of the couch, and beside his spot for easy access whenever he wanted his smokes.
"You didn't have to, you know." You smiled sheepishly, pulling the bottle of midol out from the pocket of your hoodie, opening it and popping two of the white and blue pills into your mouth as he opened a bottle of your favorite soda, sipping it and swallowing it down. "Thanks."
"Hush and let me spoil you a bit, yeah?" He replies, lightly pulling you into his warm chest, knowing you would enjoy the comfort of his body heat against your body. He loved whenever you were super clingy, it didn't bother him. Must be the touched-starved part of him that craved affection and attention he was denied growing up, he never said it, but somehow you knew, and you couldn't say no to him.
Closing your eyes and smiling, nuzzling into his chest and sighing in content, hugging him. "I've missed this, I've missed you," you admitted, enjoying and indulging both him and yourself.
This was nice. You needed this, your sweet and caring boyfriend.
Dabi smirking, lightly rubbing your back, and lazily trailing his hands down to your hips, and cooed gently into her neck. "Ah, my poor little ketchup packet."
And there was the asshole part of him, you didn't like that.
Mother always said every man is an asshole. Your boyfriend was no different.
Leaning away from him and gawking. "You are supposed to comfort your girlfriend, not be an asshole, jackass." Smacking his arm with tears prickling the corner of your eyes. It's stupid. You knew he was joking to try and make you laugh, but instead he had done the opposite.
Dabi's eyes widened. "Shit, sorry, m'sorry," he pulled you into a hug, holding you against him again. Resting his head against the top of your head as you buried your face into the his chest. "Please, don't cry." His voice was soft and genuine. "You know, if I didn't tease ya a little bit, then you'd think I was mad at ya."
You sniffed and muttered a soft and quiet, "I know, baby, I know." Nuzzling more into his chest, inhaling his cologne and the smell of smoke from both his flames and nicotine.
"What crappy, cheesy, romance movie do you wanna watch tonight?" He asks, picking you up, making you squeal cutely and giggle, swinging you around like a princess before plopping down on the couch and laying you sideways in his lap. He tilts your chin up, meeting his gaze as his thumb wipes your tears away. "What does my princess want?"
You hummed in though, smiling as the perfect movie came to mind. "How about The Princess Bride?"
Rising an eyebrow in amusement, "Again?"
You laughed, "C'mon you know you love it whenever Wesley beats Prince Humperdick and steals Buttercup away on their wedding night."
"Yeah, that spoiled dickhead deserved it." he agreed, smirking and nodding. "Alright, alright," He winked and kissing the top of your head. "As you wish."
Smiling you put on The Princess Bride, nibbling on some chocolate to hold you until food arrived. It didn't matter, if it was the first time or the thousand time, this movie never got old for you. A true childhood classic.
When Princess Buttercup and Wesley were entering the Fire Swamp, the food arrived as Dabi was reaching for a bag of chips.
"Perfect timing." You muttered, slipping more of your soda and paused the movie, "Gotta go to the bathroom."
"I got it, babe." He gave a small smile.
You stood up and winced, the ache in your lower back and hips were back as you slowly made your way into the bathroom, "I'll be right back, ouch."
Dabi's smile dropped, standing, walking towards the door and opened it, and looked completely bored at the young kid, holding there take-out, grabbing it and muttered, "thanks" as he lightly slammed the door in their shocked and scared face. "Punk ass," he grumbled underneath his breath, peaking into the bags, his scowl curled upward as he saw his favorite meal sitting on top.
Seriously, you spoiled him. How he was lucky enough, a bastard like him got a great girl like you he never knew, and didn't bother asking.
Grabbing some napkins from the kitchen he placed the takeout spread out onto the coffee table: dumplings, fried rice, chicken on a stick, chicken lo mein with extra chicken(his favorite), and donuts.
You came back, watching as he set everything up all nice and neatly. "Think we can eat it all?"
He turned his head, smiling smugly, "Hell yeah, we can. It's gonna get messy cuz I'm hungry."
You blinked and sat down. "Did you not eat again before you came over?"
He shrugged his shoulders, pulling you into his side. "I'm fine. We've got food, you've taken your magic pain away pills. Now, let's eat. I'm starving." Dabi hit play on the tv, then handed you a plate and chopsticks without looking away.
Complain all he wants, but you are certain that he loves this movie just as much. What's there not to like? Revenge, fighting, true love and miracles.
By the time, the movie was almost over most of the food and snacks were eaten, and what was left Dabi was sweet enough to put everything away and wash the dishes.
Of course, you cried when Prince Humperdinck pulled a jealous dick move and had the machine suck 50 years of Wesley's life away, the actors anguish cry of pain had you choked up and in tears. As Dabi pulled you into his side, pouting as he offered you comfort.
When the movie was over, both of you were quiet.
Dabi spoke first. This question had been on his mind, the whole time.
"Why do you love this movie so much?" he asks, watching the credits roll and listening to the song playing at the end, but its was just background noise. "It makes you cry every time and yet, you still watch it over and over again."
"I watched it plenty of times with my mom growing up." You said smiling, pressing into his side with your head underneath his chin. "No matter how many times, we would both laugh and cry together. I miss her and this movie like many of her favorites brings me a strange form of comfort." Blinking back more tears, you straighten and face him. "I know you haven't had the best life at home, but know that no matter... what happens you will always be my home, and I hope that I am yours, Touya."
"Of course, you are, Y/n." He whispered, cupping your face. His touch and eyes were gentle, warm and you trusted him completely. "You are my light in this fucked up world." Dabi swallows the lump in his throat as he tries to calm his breathing, bloody tears prickling his eyes, and falling. "You see the man behind the burns and the scars, a broken and insane bastard who loves you. Would burn the fucking world for you. I love you, my princess." He pulls you into a slow and tender kiss which you kiss back, holding him against you and crawling into his lap, and straddling his waist.
Panting you break the kiss first. A breathless string of giggles slips between your kiss swollen lips. "Come on, let's go to bed, my dark prince."
Dabi sniff and laughed, grinning. His turquoise gaze bright in the dark room and the moonlight. "As you wish, princess buttercup." He picks you up again into his arms, a soft smirk appearing on his red tears streaked, burned, and stapled face.
You laugh, wrapping your arms tighter around his neck. "Whatever am I going to do with you? My dark prince? More like a bratty king."
"Yes, as you are my Queen." He whispers into your ear and gently places you onto the bed with care, stealing your lips again. "Your King of hell will take no refusal, my love." He purrs, lightly nipping into the crook of your neck as you squirm against him and cackle.
"Alright, alright, you win, dammit." You pant in between fits of giggles, lightly trying to shove him away. "You Mister need to wash your face before you stain my sheets." You give a light glare, watching as Dabi pulls back, dramatically grabbing his chest.
"My Queen Buttercup, you wound me so deeply." He gasps, raising an eyebrow and smirking. "Such a heartless woman I have for a lover."
"Oh, go on you big baby, shoo, shoo," You wave him away, getting up and heading towards the bathroom, feeling his gaze on you as he follows close behind. "Besides you need to brush yours teeth."
"I'm going, I'm following." He chuckled, pulling his white shirt over his head and dropping it into the laundry basket beside yours and the rest of his clothes follow. He doesn't care that he's walking around buck naked in your place, he's confident and has no shame. Finding a pair of black sweatpants in your hall closet and puts them on, tying the drawstring around his waist, then heads back into the bathroom, washing his face and brushing his teeth with your toothpaste.
Dabi turns the lights off in the house as he makes his way back into your bedroom, where you are already in bed, and waiting for him. "The castle is safe and your king is tired."
You snicker and pat the space beside you. "Well come on, King Touya. It's rude to keep a maiden waiting."
Without a word, he turns the light off, slowly stalking his way towards the bed and on his side. Dabi's strong hands pulled your body closer, your back against his chest, he rested an hand on your lower abdomen caressing it. "It's getting colder at night, let me help warm you up." He whispers into your ear, purring and his voice growing low and husky, dripping with dark promise. "I'll behave tonight, but no mercy tomorrow, baby."
Your breath hitches and you gasp, when he trails his over hand underneath your shirt, caressing the skin and travels upwards, lightly cupping your swollen and sensitive breast. "Touya, you horn dog. Cheater." You moan and pant as you pull him into a kiss.
He smirks against your lips, chuckling. "I am behaving, honest. I've been a good boy all night," Dabi pulls his hand away as if he did nothing, and placed it behind his head underneath the pillow. "This is my reward for pampering you all day." The heat of his body hitting your lower back, leaving his other hand over your abdomen, heating up and drawing patterns with his fingers.
Calming your breathing, shifting onto your side, you close your eyes, reaching behind you, finding his free hand and squeezed it lightly, whispering. "Thank you. Good night, Touya." Sighing in content and falling asleep.
He hummed, watching as the discomfort disappeared from his girlfriends usually happy and cheerful face. He wished he could do more to help. If he needed to use his quirk to help ease his baby's suffering, then he'd do it.
For once, he was happy to be cursed with his fathers quirk. Only during times like this was he genuinely happy, holding his lover in his arms, all his, no one else's.
He decided that in the morning, he would make a light breakfast knowing that chocolate pancakes and hot chocolate always made you smile.
Scooting closer, tangling their legs together and pulling the blanket over them, he laid back down and closed his eyes. Listening to the steady breathing and light snores below him as a small smile curled against his scarred lips, kissing the top of yours head, and whispered, "Feel better soon, baby."
He fell asleep.
He didn't care, if no one in the else in the world loved him, or hated him. As long as he had you, his baby, his whole world.... his reason for living, he could live with himself, with these scars, burns and broken body.
A little period blood wasn't going to keep him away.
Not now, not ever.
Even while moody, pissy, tired and grumpy, you were still the most beautiful.
You were their for his bad days, so why shouldn't he be there for yours?
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Part 2
I did it! Took a minute, since I'm not used to writing in canon x reader, so please excuse the cringe! ^^
To all my fellow period buddies experiencing there cycles with me or after me! I made this for you! Wanted to spoil my peeps! I hope it showed?
Love ya'll! Plus, I wanted to throw in more Dabi fluff! He would be the sweet, but still teasing boyfriend, well, in my eyes anyways ;)
[Dabi wearing a hood, covering herself from the public eye as she is walking through the mall]
Fem!Dabi : Sighs... Why am I doing this...
[Y/N beside dabi also wearing a hood to cover up his identity]
M!Reader : Oh come now Blue flames, don't get your emotions in the gutter now!
Fem!Dabi : Why couldn't those two ask the others to do this... This is a complete waste of my time...
M!Reader : I wouldn't say this would be a complete waste of time—
Fem!Dabi : I'm literally tasked by those two idiots to buy some items in the mall, I'm doing their errands...
M!Reader : it's better than letting them keep annoying you and begging you to do it
Fem!Dabi : Toga and twice not being the one doing this themselves and their excuse being tired from the task they've been getting doesn't mean I want to do this...
M!Reader : Well you are respon—..... Wait, why did you invite me again?
Fem!Dabi : I need someone to watch my back if something goes south, I trust you'll take care of the problem...
M!Reader : You sure not for Any other reasons?~
Fem!Dabi : Don't expect any more compliments for today...
M!Reader : Ouch, Hmm... Don't think it'll be fun if we have our own little in the mall?–
Fem!Dabi : No...
M!Reader : Oh come oon, it'll only take a couple of minutes, when was the last time you went to an arcade?
Fem!Dabi : .....
Few hours later
[Few Hours Later, Outside, behind the Mall, Dabi leans against a pillar, arms crossed, staring down at the bag she just placed down]
Fem!Dabi : Sighs... That was such a waste of time, they could've picked this stuff up themselves...
[Y/N grinning, leaning casually against the same pillar beside her]
M!Reader : Chuckles... You're not fooling anyone, you enjoyed it–admit it~
[Dabi shoots him a sharp glance, her lips curling into a subtle smirk]
Fem!Dabi : You think just because you won a few rounds at that arcade, I'm suddenly more impressed with you?
[Y/N steps closer, his voice dropping lower]
M!Reader : I think you like the challenge, I think you like how I make you feel~
[Dabi's eyes flash dangerously, her tone cold as ice]
Fem!Dabi : keep talking, and you might just regret it...
[Y/N smirks, undeterred by her icy demeanor]
M!Reader : I'm not scared of you, Blue flames, but I'd love to see how much fire you've got when I get even closer...
[Dabi's body stiffens as he inches even closer, but she doesn't pull away]
Fem!Dabi : Careful, you're stepping into dangerous territory....
M!Reader (grinning) : I'm all about danger, you know that
[Dabi breath hitches slightly, and her Blue flames flicker, dancing around her hands before she grabs his collar, Pulling him closer, her lips brushing against his ear]
Fem!Dabi : You're playing with fire, and trust me.... I don't do gentle...
[Y/N heart races, a thrilling shiver running down his spine as he lowers his voice to a whisper]
M!Reader : I wouldn't want you to Flamey...~
[in an instant, the air between them crackles with tension, as if the flames from her quirk were burning just inches away from them. Without a warning, Dabi pulls him into a heated kiss and wraps her arms around Y/N's waist, her lips crashing against his as her flames flare up for a brief moment]
[Dabi pulls back for a second, her eyes dark and intense]
Fem!Dabi : you're lucky I'm in the mood to play...
[Y/N's voice low, filled with desire]
M!Reader : Oh, I know, I'll make sure not to disappoint~
[Without hesitation Dabi grabs onto Y/N's chin and pulls him for another kiss, a wild, fiery moment that neither of them will forget, as the tension from earlier finally erupts into something much hotter]
[Dabi whispers against his lips, her voice dangerously soft]
Fem!Dabi : Just remember... If you get burned, it's your own fault...
[Y/N grins, breathless]
M!Reader : I wouldn't have it any other way....
[Dabi's lips turn into a sly smirk as she pushes Y/N back against the cold brick wall while pinning both of his hands over his head, the contrast between the surface and her fiery presence sending a shiver down Y/N's spine, Dabi's eyes glint with a dangerous mix of desire and mischief, trapping him]
Fem!Dabi : Your guts always surprises me... But guts won't save you from me...
[Y/N exhales slowly, a crooked grin spreading across his face despite the rapid pounding of his heart]
M!Reader : I never asked to be saved
[Dabi amused by his answer, a soft, almost dangerous laugh slipping past her lips, her hand moves from his wrist to his neck, leaving a faint heat marks on his skin]
[Her hand moves back to pinning his hand against the wall as she leans in until her lips brush the curve of his jaw]
Fem!Dabi : careful sweetheart, you keep saying things like that, and I might just take you apart piece by piece...
[Y/N tilts his head, offering her more access to his neck with a slight defiance in his gaze]
M!Reader : Who says I'm not already yours to break?
[Her flames flare for a moment at his words, a spark of something feral igniting in her eyes, Dabi's smirk widens and before Y/N could react she captures he slips in a heat and passionate kiss, rough, consuming, and leaving him breathless, the heat from her body overwhelming but addictive]
[Breaking the kiss with a string of saliva between their lips, just enough to speak, Dabi rests her forehead against his, her voice dangerously soft]
Fem!Dabi : No regrets in those pretty eyes of yours, you seem to seriously want to be my possession... Chuckles.. no backing out now..
.......
Twice : Oh look who finally came back! Where have you two been!
M!Reader : Relax twice, We got what you wanted—
Twice : Ooooo! Did you guys also get my–
M!Reader : Yep! we got your chicken flavour instant ramen
Twice : Goody!
Toga : What took you two so long?
M!Reader : Let's just say something... Came up that was a little too hot to handle~
[Dabi gave Y/N a light smack on his head making Y/N let out an ouch]
Twice : Wait, wait! Don’t tell me you set something on fire again! I told you guys, no more barbecue without me!
“You seriously got me a kitten?” “Do you like her?” “. . . Her name is Mittens.”
Note: this is Pro!Touya AU! Nor is there use of Y/N!
TW: tooth rotting fluff
WC: 1.3k
Requested: Nope!
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It's the first Christmas you and Touya have spent together since you've moved in together. Both being pros is hard, and in all honesty, exhausting trying to hangout, so being able to both get Christmas off is a miracle. A Christmas miracle of sorts.
Your house is very homey, not super big but not small either. Towards the end of November, you had got some time to decorate, and In all honesty, you rocked decorating. Snow globes, little window stickers, lights on the roof, essentially the works, but don't even get me started on the tree. You don't think you've ever had so much fun decorating, nor have you ever broken so many ornaments; wrong. Touya broke ornaments, you did not.
It's Christmas morning, five in the goddamn morning to be exact. You have a present to go pick up for Touya, specifically a cuddly and fuzzy present. The lady you're buying the kitten from said the only time you'd be able to pick the kitten up is five in the morning. Complete BS if anyone asked you.
Right now, you're so, so carefully slipping out of Touya’s arms, the feeling of warmth immediately disappearing. Upon stepping into the hallway and closing the door behind you, still in a black hoodie and red and black plaid pajama pants that are probably a size or two too big, you let out a soft sigh you didn't know you were even holding. You quickly grab the keys and slip on your shoes before creeping out the front door.
Now, a kitten isn’t an everyday Christmas present, it really isn’t. The question as to why you chose to get him a kitten has a truly simple answer. The past few months, he’s been not so subtly hinting to you that he wants a kitten. Now, the Touya could never actually admit to wanting a small, soft, and fuzzy kitten, because that could ruin his reputation! Spoiler alert, the image of Touya with a cat is a lot cuter than he’d ever admit.
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“Thank you again!”
You say to the lady with a large smile and wave goodbye, the black and white kitten wrapped in a soft blanket in your other hand.
“Who's ready to go home, huh?”
You ask in a baby voice to the Maine Coon kitten in your arms. You nuzzle your nose to the soft black one of your brand new fur baby.
Getting home is a bit of a challenge. This little girl is wild. All she wants to do is move, move, move. She's been walking around her carrier and meowing at you the whole drive. Only when you were pulling into the driveway, had she fallen asleep.
The days leading up to Christmas, Touya had been relentless with trying to guess what his presents were. He’d guessed far and wide, but never even thought to ask about cat items, because what good would that do? You don’t have a cat. Sometime around the week before Christmas, he gave up on asking about his presents, and just waited to see what would be revealed on Christmas morning.
When you get inside, Touya is still asleep, thank goodness. You put the kitten in a room with a bowl of water and two types of food, and whatever else you deemed necessary to leave the kitten alone for a little bit. She was knocked out, like, deep deep sleep last time you checked, so hopefully luck would be on your side.
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“Mornin’, beautiful.”
Touya says groggily as he reaches for you. You ended up laying in bed again and fell asleep, in conclusion, he had no idea you went out to get his final present.
“Mornin’ handsome.”
You reply with a soft smile as you feel his arms wrap around your waist and pull you closer.
“Merry Christmas.”
You say with a cheeky smile and cheesy tone as you flip over to face him. His blue eyes are tired and his hair is a bit of a mess. He smiles softly before pressing a soft kiss on your forehead.
“Merry Christmas.”
He says with his deep morning voice before nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck, earning a big ol’ smile from you.
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“Hurry, I'm tryna’ open presents!”
You giggle with childlike excitement as you skip down the hall. You turn to face a still decently tired Touya who’s following closely behind you in his matching pajamas.
“I’m comin’, I’m comin’.”
He laughs as you slide into a sitting position beneath your carefully decorated Christmas tree with sparkles of blue and white, a large thanks to your boyfriend for really (For some odd reason) wanting a blue christmas tree. You told him no, but said you could put blue ornaments.
Opening presents is a blast. You got a beautiful necklace that has a sapphire stone, some new makeup and besides the kitten, you got him the latest XBox and a custom made controller that has his hero name on the back with blue flames. However, when he unwraps a box of a cat tree he’s unbelievably confused.
“A cat tree? We don’t even have a cat. . .?”
He says with a confused expression before moving it to the side while you have a mischievous grin on your face. He hasn’t even considered the fact you could have gotten him a kitten until he opens a small box that holds a blue collar with a little golden name plate that contains your address, Touya’s phone number on one side while the other is blank.
“Seriously, babe, why in the wo-”
He goes on to ask before realization hits. You don’t think you’ll ever forget the way his face shifts from confused to complete shock.
“You didn’t.”
He accuses while his eyes sparkle with joy that mimics a small child.
“I did. Would you like to meet her?”
You ask with a small giggle while standing up, but burst into bright laughter when he nearly trips over himself as he’s getting up to follow you into your home office where the small bundle of joy is waddling around and playing with the toys you left in there.
“You seriously got me a kitten?
He asks with his mouth slightly open and his gaze softened as he kneels down to play with the kitten, who happily accepts the attention and runs up to him while almost running full force into his leg.
“Do you like her?”
You ask while sitting down next to him and carefully reaching over to pet the kitten on his lap who’s holding her as if she’s the last of her kind. He holds her up as if thinking what to name her before glancing down to her little white paws.
“. . . Her name is Mittens.”
You smile at the name. Mittens. It suits her well with all her little white paws. You two spend the whole day playing with the new member of your family. You built her cat tree, eventually opened the rest of the stuff you had wrapped for Touya, and took more pictures of your upgraded family than you’d care to count.
Right now, you’re both laying in bed after a long Christmas day with Mittens laying on your stomach while your head rests on Touya’s chest.
“Like your present?”
You ask quietly while looking outside the small gap in your window curtains of falling snow contrasting against the midnight black sky. When he doesn’t respond, you’re nearly convinced he’s fallen asleep, but a small stir corrects your thoughts.
“Yeah, she’s one hell of a gift. Who woulda’ thought I’d get a crazy cool Maine Coon for Christmas? Little me would be losing his mind.”
He chuckles with the deep, tired voice you’ve grown to love more and more over the years you’ve been together. You sigh with a gentle smile as you close your eyes. You feel his chest rise and lower with sleep while his breathing softens. You could get used to this.
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A/N: Soooo, i’m officially in love with reader and Touya, and Mittens of course. Would you guys want an AU of this, and/or more blurbs of this good chaotic family?
You’re dating Dabi and you want to meet his parents and he wants to keep up his facade with you that he’s not part of the infamous league of villains, so Magne and Mr. Compress dress up and act like his Mom and Dad.
Magne, glaring: “So, what are your intentions with my son?”
Dabi: “A little less intense, Mag.”
Magne: “Show a little respect... Call me Mommy.”
Dabi: “not a chance in hell—“
Mr. Compress: “Wanna see a magic trick?”
Dabi: “No, they don’t want to see a magic trick, Mr.— Dad.”
Mr. Compress pulls a bouquet of roses out of thin air and hands it to you.
Magne, opening a photo album: “Would you like to see his mugshots— I mean, his vacation photos?”
Dabi: “No— Why do you have those?”
—Later on that night—
You: “Your parents are very interesting. Different than I expected.”
Dabi: “I’m adopted.”
You: “I loved meeting your siblings, too.”
Dabi: “My what—“
Twice and Toga both waving from the front door.
Twice: “Nice meeting you!!— You could do way better!”
Toga: “Bring them back soon, Dabi! They’re cooler than you!”
Okay but Dabi loves to tie you up. The sight of you flushed, hands high over your head, your breasts slightly pressed together, and your mouth gagged gets him going. The power he has over you now (and always) never fails to push him further. Your glassy, watery eyes, your red face and the drool slipping past your lips. He wants to hear you whine, plead, try to beg for more pleasure, beg for the sting of his searing hot hands and tongue on your skin. He’s never gentle unless he feels like it — which isn’t often. Your compromising position gives him full access to your entire body, exactly as he wants it. He takes whatever he can from you, your breath, your praises, your orgasm. In fact, he tears it from you almost violently with every jerk of his fingers and aggressive swipe of his tongue. Even when you finish the first time, he’s not done with you. Nowhere close. Not until he hears you say it, or at least try to say it from that pretty, full mouth of yours.
Touya…
He wants to take at least three more nearly painful orgasms before he caves and decides to give instead of take take take. And luckily for you, it’s the exact thing you’ve been begging for all night.
