Warning + Tags: Soft Dabi | Possessive/Clingy Behavior | Domesticity | Minor Violence (Threats) | Mild Language
The League of Villains headquarters was rarely quiet, but tonight it held a heavy, humid sort of silence that only comes with a summer storm brewing outside. The air conditioning in the crusty warehouse was struggling, and the flickering fluorescent lights hummed a low, hypnotic tune.
Dabi was sprawled across the sofa in the common area, his long legs draped over the armrest. He looked like he’d been poured there, languid, dangerous, and utterly bored.
That was, until you walked into the room.
The moment you settled onto the cushion beside him, his heavy-lidded gaze flickered toward you.
He didn’t say a word, but the corner of his stapled lips quirked upward just a fraction.
Before you could even reach for the book you’d left on the coffee table, a large, scarred hand snaked around your waist and hauled you backward.
You let out a small "oomph" as you were pulled flush against his chest.
Dabi wasn't just being affectionate; he was being a tether.
He tucked his chin into the crook of your neck, the cool metal of his staples pressing against your skin, providing a sharp contrast to the unnatural heat radiating from his body.
"You're late," he mumbled, his voice a low, gravelly vibration that rattled right through your bones.
You let out a soft laugh, leaning back into him. "I was only gone for twenty minutes, Dabi. Shigaraki needed help with the supply inventory."
"Twenty minutes too long," he retorted, his grip tightening. He began to nuzzle into your hair, inhaling deeply.
He smelled like ozone, expensive cologne, and just a hint of woodsmoke. It was a scent that had become your version of home.
He started to tease you then, his nimble fingers tracing light, nonsensical patterns over your ribs, dancing just at the edge of where he knew you were ticklish.
You squirmed, trying to swat his hands away, but he was like an octopus, limbs everywhere, pinning you down with the lazy ease of a predator who knew his prey wasn't actually trying to escape.
"Stop it," you giggled, your breath hitching as his fingers found a particularly sensitive spot. "I thought you were tired."
"I am," he drawled, his breath hot against your ear. "Exhausted. That's why you have to stay right here. You’re my pillow now. It’s a very important job. Very high stakes."
He shifted, sliding down until his head was resting in your lap. He looked up at you, his turquoise eyes glowing with a soft, mischievous light that he only ever showed when the two of you were alone.
He reached up, his thumb tracing the line of your lower lip, his expression softening into something so tender it felt like a secret.
"Look at you," he whispered, his voice losing its edge. "All soft and worried about a guy like me. You’re pathetic, doll."
"And yet, you're the one who won't let me go," you countered, running your fingers through his messy, coal-black hair.
Dabi hummed, a sound of pure contentment, and closed his eyes. He grabbed one of your hands and pressed a lingering, heated kiss to your palm, his staples grazing your skin in a way that felt more like a caress than a threat. He didn't just want you near; he wanted to be absorbed by you.
He was clingy in a way that felt desperate and devoted all at once, a man who lived in the dark finally finding a sun he could actually touch without burning.
"Stay," he commanded, though it sounded more like a plea. "Don't move until the sun comes up."
You smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead, right between the scars. "I wasn't planning on going anywhere."
He let out a long, shaky exhale, his body finally going limp with total relaxation as he draped his heavy arm across your legs, anchoring you to him.
In the dim, gritty light of the LOV hideout, surrounded by chaos and villains, Dabi fell asleep with a small, genuine smile on his face, holding onto you like you were the only real thing left in the world.
The sun hadn't quite cleared the horizon when the heavy metal door of the common room creaked open, the rusted hinges let out a high-pitched whine that sounded like a dying bird.
Toga was the first one through, skipping with an energy that felt offensive for five in the morning.
She stopped mid-skip, her golden eyes widening as she took in the sight on the sofa.
Right behind her, Twice stumbled in, mid-sentence about how much he hated mornings or loved them, it was hard to tell, before he, too, froze in his tracks.
The sight was something none of them were prepared for.
Dabi, the man who usually looked like he’d set the world on fire just to watch it glow, was utterly incapacitated by sleep.
He was draped over you like a giant, protective shadow.
His face was buried in the crook of your neck, one hand still fisted firmly in the fabric of your shirt as if he were afraid you might evaporate if he let go.
You were pinned beneath his dead weight, blinking sleepily at the newcomers, your hand still resting habitually in his dark hair.
"Oh my god," Toga whispered, her voice uncharacteristically high and delighted. She fumbled for her phone, her fingers flying across the screen. "He looks so... squishy. I didn't think Dabi could do 'squishy.'"
"It’s disgusting! I want a turn!" Twice hissed, leaning over Toga’s shoulder to get a better look. "He looks so peaceful. He looks like a serial killer having a nap!"
The muffled voices and the shutter sound of Toga’s camera finally reached Dabi.
You felt him stiffen first, his muscles coiling under your touch.
He didn't jump or startle, Dabi didn't do anything that looked panicked but his eyes snapped open, sharp and lethal.
The soft, turquoise glow you’d seen last night was replaced by a cold, narrow glare as he realized you were being watched.
He didn't move away from you, though.
If anything, he tightened his hold, pulling you back against his chest and burying his face deeper into your shoulder for a second, letting out a long, frustrated groan that vibrated through your entire body.
"Get out," he rasped, his voice thick with sleep and irritation.
"Make us, Patchwork!" Toga teased, dancing just out of reach as Dabi finally sat up, though he kept his arm draped heavily over your shoulders like a possessive mantel. "I’m sending this to Shigaraki. New wallpaper for everyone!"
Dabi’s hand ignited with a tiny, warning flicker of blue flame, the heat momentarily warming your cheek. "I will incinerate your phone, kid. And then I’ll do your hair."
"He's so cranky when he’s cuddly!" Twice shouted, retreating toward the kitchen. "He's adorable! I hate him!"
As they retreated, still whispering and giggling, the room fell back into a temporary, fragile quiet. Dabi didn't let go of you.
He dropped his head onto your shoulder again, his forehead resting against your skin.
The terrifying villain who had just threatened his teammates with third-degree burns let out a heavy sigh, his thumb beginning to rub small, rhythmic circles into your hip through your clothes.
"Go back to sleep, doll," he mumbled, his voice dropping back into that soft, private register meant only for you. "Ignore them. If they come back, I'll actually burn the building down this time."
He pulled the discarded blanket back over both of you, tucking it around your shoulders with a gentleness that would have shocked the rest of the League.
He wasn't ready to stop being "squishy" just yet, and as he settled back down, his breath hitting your neck in a steady, warm rhythm, it was clear he wasn't planning on letting you move for at least another three hours.
bf!dabi x reader, afab reader, menstruation talk, cramps, soft dabi, couch cuddles, 500 words
Summary: Your period is here in full force, cramps so painful your nauseous and can't get off the couch. Dabi stops by to check on you and offer support. Pure fluff. Dabi is a good boyfriend.
You lay curled up on the couch, nauseous from the agony of the cramps that accompany your period every time. Another wave of pain washes through your abdomen, causing you to pull in on yourself further, hoping that maybe, just maybe, it could offer some relief. A soft groan of discomfort breaks the silence in your quiet apartment, unable to bite it back this time.
Burying your face in the pillow and pulling your blanket higher, you reach for the remote; flicking on the tv just to see if it could offer some kind of distraction. Staring blankly ahead, you're not sure how long you've been laying here; but the sound of keys at the door drifts over your misery addled mind.
Glancing up, you see the starlit white of Touya's hair when he walks in. His brow creased in worry while his eyes search for you, "Doll, you home?"
"Yeah," your quiet voice drifts out from beneath the mountain of blankets, tired eyes meeting his. "I thought you were busy today?"
Not that he was unwelcome, you were just surprised to see him. He had told you yesterday he wouldn't be stopping by; apparently Shigaraki had work for him this afternoon.
"You didn't pick up the phone. I got worried." Your heart clenched with guilt, you hadn't meant to cause any distress, truth be told you weren't even sure where your phone was at the moment. Probably on the floor.
"Sorry," your voice crackling a little at the word. "I'm dying."
A crooked smile cracked his stoic face, understanding softening the creases lining his forehead.
"Ah, that time again, doll?"
You don't respond, just nodding your head in affirmation when the next wave of cramps overtakes you. This was hell, and it was like this every. damn. time. A heavy sigh escaped your lips, hoping that somehow the nausea would lessen enough for you try and nap.
A weight shifted the couch, Touya sitting down next to you. His warmth and presence were a balm to your scattered mind. Opening your eyes, you see that he has set a fresh water bottle, gatorade, and a small tray of some of your favorite snacks on the table. You feel tears prick at your eyes, his thoughtful gesture not something you ever expect from him; but still something he does anytime you're laid up in agony.
"Come'ere, doll," he gently laid down behind you, pulling you close to his chest, letting the heat of him soak into your exhausted form.
Snuggling deeper into his embrace, you close your eyes as he places a soft kiss to your temple, a contented hum your only response. You feel his hand drift lower, resting on your lower abdomen. There's sudden warmth when he activates his Quirk just enough to warm his hand, acting as your own personal heating pad.
A grateful sigh leaves you as you relaxed into his hold.
"Thank you," your voice hardly more than a whisper.
He didn't speak, only kissing your temple again and holding you close. Offering the only thing he could to help ease your discomfort - himself.
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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 ;)
Imagine Dabi kidnaps you and he's actually really sweet. Besides the kidnapping, he could be actual boyfriend/husband material. Like he hasn't hurt you physically and it kind of fucks with your head a bit. He provides everything you need to live plus more. And you don't have to worry about surviving anymore. Since you were kidnapped dare you say more relaxed than ever. So, you put up with it and eventually develop Stockholm syndrome fr.
I don't think this was a request BUT I genuinely can't stop thinking about this, I love when he's so soft.
You despised him at first when he took you away, but it got better, Dabi told you it would. He told you that if you behaved that he would take care of you, treat you like a princess. Dabi truly loved you, he just wanted you to understand that and he would do anything to make you understand. It took a little while with punishments here and there but it worked. When he came home, you were there to greet him with open arms. Telling him how much you missed him, kissing him, nuzzling into his chest. Dabi could truly say, that for once in his life he truly felt happy, at peace... like he finally was enough for someone.
It felt.. nice, to be around Dabi, he was comforting in a way. Brushed your hair for you, braided it, let you sit with him on the balcony as he smoked. It was nice to just sit and talk about things with him, smelling the mid-night air as you leaned against his chest. He smelled nice, the smell of cigarettes now becoming a comfort, the sick smell of ash that had you wrinkling your nose now had you clinging to him, shoving your nose into his jacket. Dabi truly became someone of comfort for you, holding you close on cold nights. Kissing your head when the thunder sounded too loud on some nights.
You don't remember falling asleep, but then again, no one does. His side of the bed was warm though, so that had too mean he was home now, throwing the comforter off you go looking for him, and sure enough, he was out on the balcony, smoking. He truly looked ethereal, his eyes relaxed, shining a beautiful cerulean, head thrown back, dyed black hair a little tousled from scarred hands running through it. Dabi truly is a sight to behold.
Opening the sliding door, he looks up at you as you step out, closing it behind you so that bugs don't get it. He wraps an arm around you as you walk towards him, plopping down into his lap as blows the smoke away from you. "How you feeling doll, you sleep good?" There's a nod from you as you bury your face into his chest, inhaling that sweet smell of ash you've come to adore so much. The smell always makes you think of him, an automatic comfort it brings you is a stress-relief.
"How was work," you ask him softly, running your hands through his hair. He inhales through his nose before sighing, "It was fine, tiring, but fine." You can tell, he sounds exhausted, looks exhausted too. You kiss him, running your hands up and down the nape of his neck, he shudders at that, pecking your cheek. His right hand running up and down your back, drawing little patterns every now and again.
"...can I hit it," he glances at you, then looks at the cigarette, the tip burning a bright blue. He hums at you, holding it to your lips as you inhale the smoke. Holding it for a couple seconds, you blow it out away from his face. He pushes some of your hair behind you ear, mouthing at your neck. "You feel better pretty girl, hm?" His voice is always a welcome, low and deep, sounding so apathetically pretty.
"Yeah, thank you," he hums again, kissing at your collar bone as he runs a hand through your hair. He kisses your cheek before giving a couple pats to your ass, "come on, up, I'm tired doll, lets head in."
Hi! Could you write a BNHA Dabi x Female Reader? Something short and simple where Dabi comes home after a mission, all burnt out and exhausted, and the reader helps him unwind, taking care of his burns and just giving him a bit of comfort. I'd love to see that softer side of him! Thank you!
✧･ﾟ: a/n : thank you for the request, anon! this is totally how Dabi would act after a tough mission. It’s always satisfying to see him drop that hard exterior just a little bit when he’s around someone he trusts. hope you guys enjoy this one!
✧ Title: ✧ Worn Down ✧
✧ Characters: Dabi x Female Reader
✧ Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Light Angst
✧ Rating: T
✧ Summary: Dabi comes home from a brutal mission, exhaustion weighing him down like never before. You try to get him to take it easy, offering the care and softness he never admits he needs. He doesn’t have to pretend with you.
✧ Content Warnings: Mentions of overexertion, exhaustion, caretaking, mild vulnerability, !soft Dabi
✧ WC: 784 words // 4307 chars
The door creaked open, and the sound of heavy, sluggish footsteps filled the quiet apartment. You looked up from the book you were reading, seeing Dabi step inside, his silhouette outlined by the dim light of the hallway.
But as he made his way into the room, you couldn’t help but notice how worn-out he looked. His usual swagger was replaced by slow, uneven movements, his shoulders slumped under the weight of exhaustion. The mission must have been brutal.
Dabi didn’t say a word as he dropped onto the couch beside you, his head falling back against the cushion, eyes closed in clear frustration. His chest rose and fell with deep, ragged breaths as if every inhale took more effort than the last.
"Dabi…" you murmured, worry threading through your voice as you reached out to gently touch his arm. His body tensed under your fingers, but he didn’t pull away, didn’t brush you off like he usually did. That alone told you how drained he really was.
"I'm fine," he grunted, though the tightness in his jaw betrayed him. It was the same line he always threw out when he didn’t want to admit he was hurting. But you knew him well enough by now to see through it.
"You don’t look fine," you said softly, sitting up straighter as you studied him. His skin was slick with sweat, and his muscles were still trembling slightly, likely from the strain of overusing his quirk. Even someone like him, with all his power, had limits.
Dabi huffed, his lips pulling into a weak, half-hearted smirk. "Overdid it, that’s all."
You frowned, your hand moving to gently rub his back. "You always overdo it."
He didn’t respond to that, just let out a long, tired exhale as he leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees as he buried his face in his hands. His usual cocky exterior had cracked, leaving behind the raw, vulnerable man underneath—the one who pushed himself too hard, too often, just to prove a point to a world that had already turned its back on him.
Wordlessly, you stood up and disappeared into the kitchen, grabbing a cold bottle of water from the fridge. When you returned, you handed it to him, and he took it without a word, the faintest hint of gratitude flickering in his tired eyes.
"You need to take it easy sometimes," you whispered, sitting down beside him again, your hand resting on his thigh. "You can’t keep going like this."
Dabi unscrewed the cap and took a long drink, his throat working as he swallowed. For a moment, he didn’t say anything, just stared down at the bottle in his hand as if it held all the answers he was too stubborn to ask for.
"I’ve got things to do," he muttered after a beat, though there was no real fire in his voice. He was too tired to fight you on this.
"You’ve done enough for one night," you replied gently, your thumb brushing soothing circles on his leg. "Let me take care of you for once."
Dabi snorted, but there was no edge to it. His hand came up to rub the back of his neck, the tension in his shoulders still painfully obvious. "You’re too soft for this life," he said, though the words lacked their usual bite.
You just smiled softly, knowing it was his way of deflecting. “Maybe. But you need someone to be soft for you.”
He let out a long, frustrated sigh but didn’t protest when you shifted closer, your hand moving to his hair, gently combing through the dark strands. It was something that always seemed to calm him, though he’d never admit it.
For a while, the two of you sat in comfortable silence, your fingers trailing through his hair as he leaned back against the couch, finally letting his body relax. His breathing slowed, and for the first time that night, he looked almost peaceful—like the weight of everything he carried had finally lightened, if only for a little while.
“You’re gonna spoil me if you keep this up,” he muttered, his voice low and rough from exhaustion.
You chuckled softly, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to his temple. “You deserve to be spoiled a little.”
For a moment, Dabi didn’t respond, but as the silence stretched between you, you noticed the way his body sagged further into the couch, his defenses crumbling just a little more. He let his head fall against your shoulder, and though he didn’t say it out loud, you could feel the unspoken gratitude in the way he leaned into your touch.
|| pairings: dabi x gn!reader / touya todoroki x gn!reader
|| warnings: dabi is in rehab, i explain it later. reader is blind.
|| oh my god, achilles writing about someone who's not a hero birdman? crazy. dabi's gonna be ooc since idk how to write him
|| word count: 1.7k
|| Touya Todoroki, more commonly known as Dabi. In this small dabble/fic, the League of Villains were caught and detained. However, through the power of fanfiction, Dabi and the others were allowed to go through rehab (in the prison first), be let out in small time increments while being watched over by some hero or guard, and lastly they were put under a heroes care to make sure they don't.. Y'know, get worse. Dabi was put under, you guessed it, Endeavors care. And, lastly, if they so choosed, the former villains could become heroes, or at least sidekicks.
|| He absolutely hated it, what's worse was that he wasn't able to use his quirk for a year since he had a quirk anklet thing, he didn't know what it was called. Was he happy he wasn't in prison anymore? Yeah, of course. Did he act like it? Hell no. He hated Endeavor with a burning passion, and he stole his credit card more times than he can count with the help of Shoto and Natsuo. Fuyumi was against it, though.
|| He got to visit Rei as well, which was.. Nice enough. He didn't really care much for his mom. He did care, but.. It was weird, whatever, he doesn't care about anything. All he wants is to be able to use his quirk and be free of Endeavor. At least he could laze around the house most days, it was, obviously, nicer than the old League of Villains place.. At least he didn't have to scrap for food. He could have cold soba with Shoto everyday if he wanted.
|| Gah! Whatever. Plus it's not like he could go anywhere without people flinching away from him everytime they saw his face. I mean, it made sense. Notorious villain, ugly set of scars. Makes sense why people flinched away. He understood, honestly if someone didn't flinch from him, he'd think they were a psychopath. Who wouldn't be scared of a known villain who's murdered people??
|| But then there was.. You. Dabi had met you in front of a small cafe that is the only place Dabi didn't feel like he was hated, or cast aside. Again, people hating him was totally valid and he understood why they did, he just needed a break. But, I digress. When he first met you, you were sipping on your beverage of choice and, at least appeared, to be looking out the window. You seemed so... Soft as the light hit your face. But, Dabi being Dabi, he just ignored you every time he saw you. Well, acted like he ignored you, in reality he glanced over to you a few times.
|| This day was different, you left before he was going to leave and you knocked over your.. Cane? How did he never notice that before? You tried to find it, using the table as a crutch but it was too far. So what did Dabi do? Look confused for a moment as you struggled before scoffing and helping you out. Why he did? He didn't know, god maybe the rehab wasn't getting to his head.
|| "Think you dropped this," He lifted the cane and handed it over to your, very very VERY grateful self as you thanked him profusely. With that he left you alone as you used your cane/walking stick to help you leave the cafe. And that's your official meeting!
|| The next few days were pretty typical, however you did say hi to him at times after you found out his usual table. With much failed attempts. You never knew his name so you were just like "Hiya stranger!" or just a simple "Goodmorning" or something along those lines. He enjoyed it but never showed it, always grumbling a small "Hello" back. He hadn't told anyone about you, not his siblings, definitely not his dad or mom, definitely not the League they'd make fun of him, the only one who he'd be somewhat willing to say to is... Oh god, the damned bird.
|| Ever since rehab, him and Hawks had gotten on good terms, the only guy Dabi would begrudgingly call a friend outside of the League. They'd text.. Quite frequently, tbh, they'd trauma bond about their pasts so it was semi easy to talk to him. I digress, Dabi's mentioned you to Hawks once or twice. And he doesn't know how to talk more to you.. He doesn't know why he wants to talk to you.
|| "Sounds like you're just touch starved and want a friend?" Hawks stated, but sounded like more of a question as he snacked on some chips lazing about on his couch while Dabi was out on his balcony having a smoke. "Just say hi to them? Or sit at their table or something"
|| "Sitting at their table huh?" Dabi muttered that, actually taking that into consideration as he blew some smoke out of his mouth. The two of them stayed in silence for a few moments, the only noise was the tv, Keigo's crunching and Dabi blowing out more smoke. That was their friendship, and Dabi actually enjoyed it. Especially since he uh... Didn't have to betray him or whatever, ahem.
|| He left Keigo's place, giving his lighter back and saying bye to him. By now it was dark, like.. 11 pm? He'd like to say, he didn't know, his phone died a while ago. He kinda regretted not asking Keigo for his charger but whatever, it was a nice enough night to walk around, taking a small detour through the park. He could actually enjoy the city without having to worry about getting arrested or.. Hey.
|| He saw you on the park bench, just chilling there. You didn't have a phone out, not like you could stare at it. You just had your head tilted up to the sky. Damn, you looked so.. Peaceful. Dabi didn't wanna interrupt whatever the hell you were doing, but he could just... Talk to you. And he did. He sat on the bench beside you as you kept your head up to the sky.
|| "Hey, stranger," He muttered. You knew that voice! Your ears perked up the second you heard his voice and turned his direction, a small smile on your face as your gaze bore into his.
|| "Hey.. Uh.. Never caught your name, friend." You said, as you let out a small chuckle. The cold air around the two of you showed your small breath. Is this what peace felt like?? Is this what being a normal person felt like? Dabi didn't know, but he sure as hell isn't going to let it go. But.. What was he going to say for his name? Dabi? And let you know he was a villain and he'd never talk to you ever again? Or Touya? The name he so hated and renounced long ago.
|| ".. My name's Touya." He said quietly. He decided if he was going to befriend you, might as well not screw it up before he could even hear what your name was. He watched as you nodded, quirking your eyebrow up as you tapped your chin. What the hell were you thinking about that made you seem so.. Amused?
|| "You sure it isn't Dabi?" You asked with a small smile, a bit of mischief in your tone as Dabi froze. You knew?? Since when? For once in his life, he was speechless. No witty comeback, no insult to throw, nothing. He just sat there as you laughed in amusement.
|| Once you've finished your fit of giggles and chuckles you introduced yourself. Huh, now he knows your name. He repeated it quietly with a nod. He still didn't understand.. Why weren't you running in terror? Or insulting him for being a terrible person? Why did you just smile at him.. Like he did nothing wrong?
|| You admitted you asked the cafe owner who he was a few weeks back. Ever since the day he helped you with your cane, you were always.. At least interested in becoming friends! Sure, it freaked you out when you found out Dabi was a villain, but after learning he'd gone through rehab, you were more.. Relaxed? Afterall, he seemed nice.
|| You and Dabi- no, Touya, stayed on the bench for a long while, talking. For once! Learning about each other, and the more Touya learned abour you.. The more he wanted to let you into his life. Let you learn about his family, learn about his past.. Not be Touya, not be Dabi, but just.. Well, he didn't know. But, whatever.
|| Now! He offered to walk you home which you happily agreed, it was only a five minute walk though, you'd already memorized the way. He wondered why you only had a cane instead of a guide dog, you were saving up for one... Hmm..
|| He bid his goodbyes, promising to see you (haha) the next day and getting scolded by Fuyumi for being out late. After she learnwd WHY he was so late, oh she was ECSTATIC to find out Touya made a new friend!! Especially the one from the cafe! (He's told her about you before.)
|| Time skip to around a few weeks later, you and Touya had breakfast together at the cafe. You've met Fuyumu, Natsuo, and Shoto!! They were so nice! Shoto was really funny, really blunt! Fuyumi was so kind and soft spoken and Natsuo was entertaining! Much to Touya's dismay, you ended up close with all of his siblings. He wanted you for himself- wait what?
|| Ah, well, your friendship with Touya grew as the two of you kept hanging out. He'd talk about his home life, how he's going through rehab and that by the end of it he'd work as a hero. More of an underground one, but still a hero. And everytime he'd speak, you'd be there to listen.
|| When you would talk, oh you know that all of Touya's attention would be on you. Wether you knew it or not, he'd stare at you, all wide eyed as he listened to every word you said as if it were the law. He never did that with anyone else..
|| The two of you grew close as time went on, when he debuted as a "Rehabilitated Hero" (that wasn't his hero name), you were his first and number one fan! And don't think his family didn't notice! They had grown close to you, especially Fuyumi. She absolutely ADORED that you were Touya's friend (he.. didn't have much friends.).
|| Though, she could tell.. Your relationship was shifting. Touya was falling for you, and unbeknownst to anyone else, you were falling for him.
|| i had an idea and ran with it! idk how good this is, might make a second part but idk! js needed to cope from doing finals with this <//3
