Slapping the shit out of them for calling you a bitch
Have never slapped a man before but I want to
Tags: fem!reader, obviously some hitting, obviously they call u a bitch, they both find out what happens when they act stupid
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You’re the first girl Tomura has ever really been around for more than 30 seconds. Like, seriously, for most of his life he’s been surrounded by men. So, in the beginning of your relationship, he doesn’t really know what’s wrong and what’s right.
I mean, he’s called people bitches before. In person, on some game- he’s called people almost every insult under the sun. So when you piss him off the first time, it just slips out naturally.
“…Fucking bitch…”
You were already walking away, trying to get some space and air before going back to actually talk about whatever you were arguing about.
But when you heard that, you immediately stopped in your tracks.
Tomura watched flatly as you slowly turned back around, a mix between anger and shock on your face.
“…Excuse me?”
Well, the way you said that did actually make him pause for a second. Why do you look so…offended? I mean, yeah, he insulted you. But you look like genuinely distraught over it. And so, he doubles down.
“…I said you’re being a bitch right n-.”
The sound of the slap rings throughout the room.
You’d crossed the distance between you two in less than a second, your hand landing sharply on his cheek. Tomura’s head whipped to the side, his eyes wide with shock. He brings a hand up to touch his cheek, red and stinging from your force. You just…you just hit him? Just for that?
Immediately, he’s even angrier than before, turning his head and glaring harshly. “What the fuck-.”
“Don’t ever fucking call me that again!” You cut him off so sharply he shuts right up, which doesn’t happen very easily. “Do you hear me?! I’ll slap the shit out of you if you do that again!”
Blinking rapidly, Tomura stares at you in disbelief. He’s never seen you this angry before- especially not at him. But you’re absolutely fuming, glaring daggers at him, your hand shaking from how hard you hit him, and you’re 100% serious with your threat.
Now normally, he wouldn’t stand around thinking about his actions. Only the rest of the League could get away with hitting him and yelling at him like this, but even they couldn’t make him actually reflect. No, you are the only person who’s ever made him feel…bad? He’s never thought about the weight of his words, but apparently calling you a bitch is a dealbreaker.
You don’t let up your glare for a second as he seems to rethink his life. Then, after a moment or two, Tomura backs off. He looks away with a scowl and takes a step back, his hands clenched at his sides, obviously still angry but giving up just this once.
“…Fine…Won’t happen again.”
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Dabi, on the other hand, does know better…kind of. He knows you ‘shouldnt’ call a woman a bitch, but he doesn’t exactly know why it’s so bad. He doesn’t know why it would carry more weight than any other insult. And he’s not exactly know for being considerate anyways.
You two are arguing, as per usual. It’s always something, really, when two unstable and confrontational people get together. This time, apparently you’ve been ‘nagging’ him about maybe being just a little more careful on missions so he doesn’t DIE.
Huffing in irritation, you turn to leave in the middle of the argument, really not wanting to get into a yelling match right now.
“Yeah, walk away…Stupid bitch.”
The way you freeze in your tracks has Dabi thinking he won the argument, a grin spreading on his face as he casually leans back against the wall.
You turn around slowly.
Still grinning.
You level a mean glare at him.
Still grinning.
You start coming back towards him.
Still-
That stupid smirk is wiped clean off his lips as you slap him hard across the face.
Dabi’s head whips to the side, his breath audibly hitching. You just…hit him? Seriously? It doesn’t hurt him much- God knows his pain tolerance is absurdly high- but it probably would’ve knocked someone weaker out.
“Are you fucking cra-.”
“You don’t fucking call me a bitch!” The command leaves your lips so harshly, even someone like Dabi shuts up and meets your gaze. “You ever do that again, I’ll beat the shit out of you! Do you understand me?!”
He blinks once or twice, actually shocked that you’re threatening him after you just hit him. But damn…you’re completely serious. Your hand is shaking from how hard you hit him, but it’s poised just in case you think he needs another one. And if looks could kill…he’d probably be dead on the floor right now.
And Dabi isn’t even mad about it. Actually, he’s impressed. And, unhealthy as it is, he’s only attracted to you even more because of it.
Scoffing softly, he looks to the side again and takes a step back, his hands coming up in a sarcastic show of surrender. You slowly lower your hand, your eyes narrowing suspiciously on the way the corner of his mouth twitches as he holds back a smirk.
“…Yeah…Got it, babe…”
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Daily affirmation: Do not be afraid to smack the shit out of a man 🙏
