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neurthotic · 3 days
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can you please do dabi as a bf again but more explicit (nsfw)? tysm
DABI AS A BOYFRIEND II
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Not My Type: Dead As Fuck 2 - Motionless In White
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Dabi enjoys giving head as much as getting it, actually.  he likes the way you flinch and shudder when the burned skin on his face scrapes harshly against your sensitive inner thighs. he likes locking eyes with you across your heaving chest to watch you struggle to stay coherent, his slow grin against you exposing sharp teeth to your hopelessly overstimulated parts.
but this doesn’t stop him from plunging his fists into your hair when it’s your turn to get on your knees for him, gritting obscenities through clenched teeth and tensing tight as a bear trap as he tries to refrain from smashing his hips into your face hard enough to break your nose.  his knees cradle your head—sometimes his superheated hand cups the column of your throat to feel the bulge in it as he slides in and out.
the other thing. his body temperature skyrockets when he’s turned on, the fire inside him boiling to the surface to simmer behind his eyes and in his fingertips.  and in other places.  you better hope he doesn’t cum in your throat because it will leave burns all the way down.  (you have swallowed, once or twice, anyway—for once in his life, it left Dabi well and truly flustered, pupils so large they nearly turned his eyes black with the dopamine rush as he computed what had happened.  he probably abruptly called you a whore and then pulled you into his chest, his heartbeat slamming against your ear like a jackhammer, before getting you water and stroking your hair like he was hypnotized.)
a thousand wild horses couldn’t take this hc away from me: Dabi has a bizarre infatuation with pain.  the nerve damage leaves him with such a high tolerance that it registers as nearly orgasmic when it happens.  he’s constantly trying to get you to be rougher with him, eyes searing and delirious in the dim light as he murmurs in your ear.  “bite there again, pretty, make it bleed this time.”  “that slap won’t bruise. do it again.”  he contents himself with the darkest hickies you can suck into his damaged collarbone, but before he drifts off to sleep, or when he jerks off, the hazy images that imprint on his brain are more like you stabbing his abdomen with pocket knives or chewing his little finger off. it would be pretty hot if you killed him one day
steam hisses off of his overheated body and out of his mouth in copious white plumes when he finishes with a groan, muffled into the top of your head as he holds you. his wiry body spasms with aftershock.  if there aren’t tears streaming down your face from sheer overstimulation, and small, scuffed burn marks where his searing flesh ground too roughly against yours all over your body, he won’t be satisfied.  there’s almost never an ‘i love you,’ but this is his favorite feeling in the world— cooling down with you in his arms, listening to you try and catch your breath, your heaving chest pressed tight to his.  good luck trying to get up to pee. 
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[ sorry this ended up way long + i have no experience writing this stuff LMAO but i hope you enjoyed anon 🫶 thank u for the request! ]
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jomamaofficial · 3 days
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An Empty Vessel pt.3 (Dabi x Fem!Reader Dark Angst)
A/N: As promised, I have come with Part 3. I can’t lie, I did not expect to have so many parts to this series (me personally, I thought it would be a oneshot), but guys, seeing all the love y’alls are giving to this series is just AHHH. It fills my heart with joy <3. I urge you all to read the TWs and CWs because this series as a whole is just dark. As always, my Ask Box is open for any requests or just a conversation. Please remember to take care of yourselves, and enjoy. As always, I would love to see your thoughts in the comments :). TW: Substance abuse (alcohol, smoking), small mention of mass murder and a reunion with abusive lover. CW: swearing. Taglist: @marlenemckinnonsleftfoot @sukunasleftkneecap @istoleyourmanho3 @witherfag @porusuniverse @iluvoaldmen @genshinsimpforlif @shadowmoonlight0604 @simpsimpson2023 @crybab7 @kaeyastittysucker @jennieyeager @an-ever-angry-bi @gyarukitti Masterlist Word Count: 2207. Summary: Saira Uchiyama. His past had caught up to him in the form of a family– Touya Todoroki had no family but Dabi could not deny the existence of his. The existence of a family that had driven him to search for a name he had never even heard of. Dabi's fragile world unravelled; every single thread forced him to confront the consequences of his actions. Was it even her? The one he had beat and shut out of his life? Dabi’s mind hurt, because it finally intertwined with the realisation of the irreparable damage he had caused.
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Dabi has had his overcoat for a long time. 
It was the first thing that was ever made for him, and only him. 
He never had to share it. 
The material was light; he could move quickly without the weight dragging him down. 
The material was heat-resistant, so he didn’t have to worry about incinerating his clothes during a fight. 
His clothes allowed him to let go. Dabi could explore the forbidden fruits of his full potential because the material allowed heat to escape– because of the fabric’s ‘enhanced breathability’ or something. He never paid attention. But it worked, so he always had it on. 
Dabi made his way up to the roof, ignoring the small cries of his name from the distance. It wasn’t on purpose though– he couldn’t concentrate on anything else. His mind had to work hard to think about nothing. Because if his conscience took over, his chest would collapse. 
There wasn’t anything left inside of him anymore. That’s what he had recited every waking day of his life as Dabi. But God, he needed a cigarette– to fill that hollow feeling inside of him. 
A few long puffs always did the trick. Although it felt best when he was on the roof, legs hanging off the ledge. 
One of his favourite hobbies was to look at the city under the glistering stars. 
Yokohama never slept. The little toy cars had small people that were always going somewhere. Their blinking red lights mirrored the sea of stars on the bumpy road. At such a distance, where cars disappeared from one end to the other, that journey seemed so mindless. Yet still, everything felt like… like it was still in place. As if everything about this world was truly intentional. 
Dabi dragged a longer puff, throwing his head back, succumbing to the gentle breeze and his thoughts. 
But in the end, you couldn’t make out any face, let alone their identity. Everything became insignificant. All that mattered was the action. 
Dabi could distinguish between a walking figure and a jogging figure. Whether they were alone or with others. 
But in the end, everything else was insignificant when he was above them all. 
So far up, that if he fell– right now– he wouldn’t come back. 
Anyone could push him off.  
“There you are!” 
Dabi grimaced. His soothing bubble had been forcefully broken, and he was dragged back to reality. He had his suspicions on who it was. 
“I thought we could use a drink or two.”
His eyes glowered at the approaching figure. He could never be left alone. But when the bottle of scotch was handed to him, the interruption wasn’t too bad after all. Dabi jerked his head towards the empty space beside him. 
He could hear careful steps approaching, then cautious shuffling beside him. 
Had he stolen a glance in his peripheral vision, he could watch the gentle breeze tease her hair, sweeping it left and right. 
He felt a chaste glance on his face. 
There was a thin, yet strong wall between them. It was thin enough to talk through– although it left no room for subtlety. It was thin enough for them to warm each other. But if they tried to cross it, they’d have to break it down, and crush the other under the weight of the wall. 
There was a lingering sense of emptiness that filled the night sky. 
Empty smiles, empty vessels. 
She drew in a breath, but no words followed, as though she had forgotten how to speak.
“Today was…” she started, only to falter off into silence, her hands rubbing at her arms. 
Dabi had his overcoat for a very long time. 
It was the first thing that was ever made for him. And only him. 
He never had to share it. 
But it felt way too heavy today. And despite the gale tightening its frosty clutch, Dabi could feel his body heating up. 
“The plan was successful”, Dabi replied flatly, “that’s all we need to care about”. 
He pushed his discarded jacket towards her. She slipped it around her shoulders.
The League’s attack on downtown Esuha was broadcasted globally, and they had finally reached the headlines of every news article. 
‘Bloodshed Strikes Downtown Esuha as Villains Unleashed Devastating Attacks’
After years of failed plans, the League of Villains had finally succeeded. 
No man, no woman, no child was left. But it was all worth it. 
Wasn’t it? 
Their plan was the highlight of every media discussion.
Dabi took a larger sip of his drink, bathing under the serene wave which washed over his inhibitions. 
And the wall between them felt thinner and weaker. 
“D’ya think your mom would ever sacrifice herself for you?” 
The vivid images of fresh blood and visceral screams haunted their mind.  
“What did that woman say again?” Dabi asked, his voice cracking, “‘take me, but please, leave my baby alone’... That’s what she said right?” 
Both of their eyes lowered. The alcohol and the little food he had consumed was kicking against his stomach lining, irritating his abdominal grafts. 
“‘She has a long life ahead of her. Please, please, don’t kill her please’”, Dabi heard a sniffle. “That’s what she said before we…”  
He felt sick. 
“That’s what we do, doll.”
He met the pain in her eyes. They were a mirror. 
Dabi clenched his jaw before looking away. 
She did too.
Dabi began biting his fingernails, and her hands fidgeted with the glass. 
And then they looked at each other again, somehow closer than they were in the beginning. 
“I don’t know if my mom would ever do that for me… But, I-hm…”
A dry chuckle followed in a feeble attempt to humour the situation. 
But Dabi finished her unspoken sentence. 
“But you would, right? For your child,” he asked, furrowing his eyebrows and squinted, trying to make out some of the writing on the tall buildings afar. 
“Any mom would do that for her child.” 
“Didn’t you just say th-”
“Any good mom would”. 
No one spoke. But they shared a knowing look, before averting them back to the vastness of Yokohama. 
“But to be honest…” She took another sip of her drink. “If I had a baby, I’d never live in Musutafu.” 
Dabi let out a snort, thus earning a playful shove in return. 
“Oh yeah? Then where would you live, fucking Minato City?”
It was her turn to snort. 
“You think I’d live in a rich neighbourhood to avoid being a target of criminals and villains?” She scoffed, slurring out her words. “I know I’m the newbie but you have to give me some credit, Dabi.”
He rolled his eyes, yet they still urged her to continue. 
She thought for a moment, her gaze wandering off into the distance, before she continued again. 
“There’s this place, just outside of here. It’s called Yosai. It’s this remote residential area. And, um. It takes around 30 minutes minimum, to find any markets, or- or any offices or clubs, and you know, all that stuff. I think, for most people, it’s like- really boring. And that’s why it’s so isolated. No one even thinks of going there because there’s literally nothing. There’s a park, and a local school– I think, but there’s no one. Nothing. There’s these houses- a lot of them! A bunch of houses with no one to live in them”. 
It was weird, to be talking, uninterrupted, for this long. 
“I guess”, she shrugged a bit, blinking a few times. “Recently, people have started building roads and stuff for cars now. So they can actually do something. But yeah. Zero reported crimes and it’s been there for a few decades. So yeah, if I had a family, I’d go there”. 
She looked intently at Dabi, who didn’t say anything. 
But he moved closer, leaning forward, sitting upright. He scanned her jittering hands before searching in his pant pocket. He raised his eyebrows at the cigarette in his hands. She nodded. So he lit it, pressed the ends to his lips and inhaled before giving it to her. 
He watched her lips touch the cigarette. Where his lips were. 
“There’s actually this property under her maiden name- my mom’s. There’s still some legal stuff I need to sort out before it actually becomes mine. It’s like this, it’s so stupid, because it’s like obviously none of us use that maiden name anymore. But because of that they can’t give it to us. I don’t even know… But I guess it’s nothing too difficult”. 
“Ah”. That was all he could say. But when he peered into her expectant eyes, there was a sudden need to elaborate. Anything better than ‘ah’ at least.
Dabi felt dizzy. 
“Umm… What's your mom’s maiden name?” 
When his delayed voice finally caught up to him, Dabi winced. “Fuck”, he muttered. It was a stupid question, but he wanted to make sure that she knew he was listening. 
“It’s Uchiyama.” 
They were closer, breaths intertwining with each other under the watchful eye of the moon. 
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There weren’t any buses that travelled from Musutafu to Yosai. Dabi made his journey by foot. 
Thus, during this four day journey, Dabi became well acquainted with people.
And he noticed that a lot of people in Japan had blue eyes. After the emergence of quirks, blue became a common colour for many. The truly rare ones were pink, or purple now.  
But Dabi’s eyes… they were different. 
His eyes. 
They were handpicked from the colours in the cerulean depths of the stormy sea. Whispers of secrets remained untold– that’s why no one could have the eyes that he had. 
Never. 
They were gleaming– echoing the beauty of the lights in the North. Depending on how you looked at them, they were teal, or sapphire. One thing was indisputable– the arctic chill they’d give when he’d pierce into your soul was breathtaking. 
His eyes. 
They were simply breath-taking. 
So when he towered over a small frame, gaze lowered, he could not explain the way his heart forgot to beat when he stared into a perfect replica of his eyes. 
With each beat, lost time unfolded in front of him. 
And he noticed the slight difference in the silent expanse that he had gazed into. 
There was an innocent reflection of the North Star twinkling in their genuine, rolling waves. Dabi’s eyes were an abandoned lighthouse. 
But, what alarmed him the most, was when those flawless replications turned frozen. Dark. 
Petrified. 
Dabi's heart ached as those eyes formed fog and mist, obstructing him from reaching the truth that was hidden beyond the plane of sight. 
His knees surrendered under the accumulating guilt of his past. And so his tears fell, trying to escape the grief and strain his weak body had repressed for so long. 
“Honey, are you okay? Who’s at the door?”
Icy tendrils spiked through him, and his breath was captured without a fight. In the wake of realisation, his body signalled all the alarms they could, telling him– no, begging him to run, but, his blood had turned to ice, and he succumbed in the paralysing grip of his inevitable fate. 
“Sana, are you okay…” 
He heard the voice taper away, followed by a sharp clink of a metal spoon. His laden head fixed itself downwards in shame, guilt, fear…  
“Dabi…?” Those words drifted out in a hushed tone. As if they were trying to protect the young girl, who now hid behind her mother. 
He braced himself for the hardest task he would ever have to face.
And in that split second, his breath had returned, and he let out a short exhale when he finally saw that face materialise from his past. 
Y/N. 
It was you. Saira Uchiyama. 
After 6 years, 8 months, and 19 days of navigating through the circular journey of denial, anger, bargaining, and depression, Dabi finally had the chance to reach the beacon of acceptance. 
His shoulders slumped, as short breaths hiccuped through the dark caverns of his chest. 
He had finally found you. 
And he had finally found the end to his coveted quench, which yearned for a solace, only to be found in your longing embrace. 
Softly, a bewildered whisper escaped his lips, barely denting the silence around them.
“Doll…?” 
Dabi watched as the maturer skin scrunched together, deep lines frowned at him. As the tenderness in your heart had to be locked away inside an untouchable crevice in your body. 
You pushed your daughter behind you, blocking Dabi’s protesting hands before they touched her.
“Sweetie, I need you to go upstairs okay”, you ordered sternly. 
“Mommy, he’s scaring m-” 
“Sana. You need to go upstairs. Lock the door and close your windows.” 
Sana.  
Her name was a painful reminder of the blank pages he had failed to fill as her father. How could he have written anything? 
He didn’t even know what the title was. 
“Never fucking come near my family again”. 
Those blank pages began to rip. 
“You disgusting freak”. 
The blank pages had burned to ashes, and Dabi was left outside on the suburban patio of a perfect neighbourhood. 
Maybe, if he found a place to wash his face, he could blend in with the garbage. 
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classyrbf · 4 months
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BABY DADDY DABI!
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SYNOPSIS...headcanons about what baby daddy dabi would be like to you and your child
WARNINGS...dabi x fem!reader, none really, dabi being a little sexual towards you, not proofread
OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated
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baby daddy dabi!who has the best relationship with his little girl. people always think he’d be a deadbeat father but he truly wants to be a good dad unlike his own
baby daddy dabi!who randomly visits your once shared apartment without even telling you. you get scared shitless when the door randomly opens but sees it’s just him, a smug smirk on his face
baby daddy dabi!who completely turned your daughter into a daddy’s girl. your daughter loves her father, always asking when he’ll be coming home next
baby daddy dabi!who calls his little girl ‘princess’ and ‘shithead’ interchangeably. giving her little small kisses on the cheek while she sits in his lap and shows him the new dolls you got her
baby daddy dabi!who puts your daughter to sleep and comes bothering you, slipping into your bed and holding your waist just whispering “let us be a family again”
baby daddy dabi!who spoils his little girl. she wants a new doll? dabi’s got her. she wants ice cream? dabi is telling her to pick out her favorite flavor. she wants those cute sparkly shoes? dabi’s already got the money in his hand
baby daddy dabi!who is still very touchy with you, hugging you from behind and running his fingertips over any place on you. he can’t help it, you’re still so attractive to him even if you two have been separated for a while
baby daddy dabi!who tricks your daughter into asking you if he can stay the night. “mommy can daddy stay please? it’s really cold out and he said he’ll sleep on the couch.” all while she’s hold his scarred hand in her little one, just standing in your doorway looking at with the sweetest eyes until you give in
baby daddy dabi!who ends up falling asleep on your couch, his daughter laying on top of him with her favorite stuffed animal and face smushed up against his chest. you can’t deny how much they look alike in this very moment
baby daddy dabi!who brings your daughter to school every morning before coming back to your place. why? you had no clue. he claims it’s good for co-parenting. you knew he was lying out of his ass, he just wanted to be around you
baby daddy dabi!who jokes with you about making another kid, but deep down he is not joking like at all. you’re such a good mom to your little girl he just can’t get enough of you
baby daddy dabi!who always finds a way to compliment you saying something like, “now I know where our daughter gets her good style from” just to butter you up. and it works cause your smiling like a kid in a candy store
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honeybubblebeeeeee · 3 months
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He always needs to be touching you, draped over you.
When you walk together he’s quick to grab your hand and pull you beside him before you get too far. He’d rest your hand on the inside of his elbow and lead you like a gentleman or he’d tuck you under his arm, kissing your head every so often.
When you’re sitting beside him, he always has you pulled right up against him, his arm draped behind you. He can’t help but look at you while you talk and laugh with the people around you. He would cradle your head pulling you towards him so he could kiss your forehead. He’d lean down and kiss your shoulder absentmindedly while you spoke.
He couldn’t stand to be away from you for long either. He’d come home, you’d be busy getting ready for bed. “Where are you, baby?” You could hear his footsteps as he climbed the stairs. “In here! I’ll be out in a minute.” You heard the bed creak as he sat down. “Don’t take too much longer I wanna see my girl.” He’d be all smiles once he finally saw you. “Hi pretty girl. C’mere.” He’d pull you into his lap, his long hair tickling your face as he littered kisses all over your skin.
Standing and talking with someone? He will come up behind you and drape around you, kissing the top of your head, whispering in your ear sweet things as you tried to focus on the person infront of you.
"Where have you been all my life?"
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EREN JEAGER, gojo satoru, fushiguro toji, dabi, bakugo Katsuki + ur favs <33
(send requests! <3)
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trueshellz · 1 year
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Set in the same theme as this
A little side note: Touya, from my research, means 'arrow of light' so I wanted his son's name to have a similar theme so Tadaaki means 'bright light'.
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Daddy!Dabi, sorry Touya, who keeps having random toys delivered to your house. You're sure the driver knows your name by now since you're getting a parcel every day and to make it worse the little demon child seems more interest in the box and wrapping paper than the actual gift inside the damn thing.
"Tadaaki, I swear to God."
You sat on the floor next to him as he tried to ingest yet another piece of paper from the floor, wrestling the small sodden pieces from his hand and replaced it with his dummy even as he screwed up his face in frustration.
"Just let him eat it."
Shaking your head in exasperation, you turned to the window and glared at Touya. The grin on his face as he crouched on the window ledge made you even more frustrated so you threw some paper at his stupid head.
"Very helpful, thank you."
A snort as he jumped down, the thud as his boots hit the floor before he quickly removed them and replaced them with the slippers you chose for him. They were huge Smurf feet, something you would tease him with when you were together, and when you saw them in the local shop you just had to get them.
A loud squeal as Tadaaki stood up and toddled over to his dad, Touya was still a little hesitant as the little hands held on his larger ones. You could see the gloves he was wearing, something you noticed after you met in the park and assumed it was to protect Tadaaki from the staples. A louder squeal this time as Touya hefted him up in the air, the dummy landing on the floor as your son flew up in the air.
"You know, he just ate. If he-"
"Oh shit!"
"-pukes it'll be your own fault."
You couldn't help but laugh out loud this time, your son looking awfully chuffed with himself as his dad looked like he was about to throw up himself. Holding Tadaaki at arms length, his face turned away as he thrust him out to you and pulled the jacket and t-shirt he was wearing off and wiping himself down with some baby wipes while mock glaring at you.
"You can stop laughing, brat. I learnt my lesson."
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zeke-best · 1 year
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dabi: i don't care about my family
dabi when he thinks about his family:
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shiggybrainr0t · 9 months
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dabi who insists that what you have is casual, and that’s all it ever will be. but here he is, cuddled up to you with his head laying against your soft chest, his heart slowly syncing to yours. a movie is playing on your laptop at the end of the bed, but he isn’t paying attention. instead he basks in the feeling of you softly running your hand through his hair, of listening to the soothing music vibrating out of your chest and into his ear.
sometimes he wishes he could become a part of you. that he could curl up small, and be tucked safe beside your heart. that way he could constantly be soothed by the gentle beating of your love for him, and he won’t have to think about anything else.
just as he’s drifting off, he feels the gentleness of you tugging at a staple on his cheek, barely there. he still lazily nips at you fingers in retaliation.
“you’re missing the best part.”
he hums in response to your murmur, the vibrations of your words a tickle against his face. dabi rubs his head against your chest, and settles in more securely in your arms. he grips your waist, feels the softest parts of you with burned hands. you huff softly, but tighten the hold you have on him all the same.
here he isn’t dabi. he hasn’t died and come back to life a monster. he hasn’t forsaken everything he thought he once loved. he doesn’t want to burn the world down, because that would mean you burning with it.
here, he’s just touya.
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doumadono · 3 months
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MY HERO ACADEMIA MASTERLIST PRO HERO DABI & INTERN!BAKUGO
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Touya Todoroki's hero name is Dabi, no question.
As a pro hero, he takes being a total shithead to a whole new level, being a jerk with a hero license and flashy gear that screams "I'm better than you."
He's the biggest fuckboy on the planet, and as a pro hero, he takes it to a whole new level. He's bedded countless models, actresses, and even fellow pro heroes, and he's far from finished.
He has a custom-painted motorcycle with blue flames, because anything less wouldn't be cool enough for him.
Piercings and tattoos everywhere; he has his ears, nose, tongue, nipples and dick pierced, and his sleeves are adorned with huge tattoos, so are his back and neck.
He's the ultimate PR nightmare, and his publicists practically live in their offices, working overtime to clean up after his never-ending chaos. Sure, he fights villains and saves lives, but his brand thrives on scandals, keeping his publicists working overtime to handle the fallout.
Despite his scandalous reputation, he's a smooth talker when it comes to the media and public, effortlessly playing the role of the good guy when it suits him.
A certified narcissist, he loves to pull the "do you know who I am?" and "my father will sue you" cards.
When it comes to drinking, he's in a league of his own. This man can and will outdrink anyone, even Endeavor, leaving no doubt about his legendary tolerance.
Dabi's strategic mind and tactical prowess make him a formidable force on the battlefield, earning him the respect of both allies and adversaries.
Pro Hero Dabi is known for his unconventional methods, often bending or breaking the rules to achieve his goals. His willingness to operate in morally gray areas sets him apart from traditional heroes.
Despite his cocky and rebellious attitude, Dabi possesses a keen intellect and a deep understanding of human nature, allowing him to manipulate situations to his advantage.
Despite his outward bravado, Dabi is fiercely loyal to those he considers allies, willing to go to great lengths to protect and support them, even if it means defying conventional hero ethics.
Dabi holds an unbreakable bond with his younger brother, Natsuo, whom he regards as his closest and most trusted friend.
After meeting you, his current girlfriend, Pro Hero Dabi has undergone a significant personal transformation. Your presence in his life has prompted him to adopt a more mature and responsible demeanor. His commitment to you has motivated him to address his tendencies towards excessive drinking and flirting with others, as he strives to be the best partner he can be for you.
Those close to Dabi have noticed a significant change in his behavior, witnessing his earnest efforts to improve himself for the sake of your relationship. His commitment to personal growth and positive change reflects his deep investment in you and your future together.
In his free time, Dabi enjoys playing the electric guitar, and he takes particular delight in performing on his customized Fender Stratocaster.
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rishiguro · 1 year
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“YOU’RE BLEEDING” - DABI
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a/n: i love him so much it hurts
warnings: major character death. dabi‘s real identity. blood. mention of fire. desperate!dabi. implied murder. injury gets cauterized. 2k of angst.
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“if you close your eyes, i’ll fucking burn you to a crisp” dabi‘s voice was stern as he talked, eyebrows furrowed with his teeth clenched. “you hear me?”
you blinked multiple times, trying to get your eyes to focus on the blurry person in front of you. why was it so bright? you tried lifting a hand up, shielding your face from the sun, however your arm felt too heavy for you to move it even an inch.
“huh?”
with heavy eyelids you decided to give it up, wanting nothing more than to succumb to your body‘s cries for sleep. it wouldn’t hurt, right? just a couple of minutes maybe?
you hummed, content with your decision, letting your eyelids drop.
“you’re going to stay awake and look at me with these dumb eyes and you’re going to listen to what i say” dabi‘s harsh voice made you rip your eyes open again, vision slowly clearing and allowing you to look at his face. “understood?”
you studied his face slowly but carefully. it felt like the first time you had seen him and you took your time to examine him.
your eyes wandered upwards from his chin, however halted the moment you looked at his eyes and the purple scars underlining them.
dabi‘s scars weren‘t red, were they?
“dabi,“ you tried, your voice weak but filled with concern. you had to tell him. what if something bad had happened to him?
“shut the fuck up,“ dabi insisted harshly, his jaw still clenched to the point where his words were barely comprehensible, “you can’t talk right now” the villain knew he had to get you out of here somehow, this area wasn’t safe for you anymore. you couldn’t move, you couldn’t defend yourself.
he was pretty.
“dabi”
didn’t you hear what he had just said? he grew impatient, couldn’t you just listen to him for once? it took everything in him to not yell as he looked around, assessing the situation the both of you were in. the alley was dark, only a dumpster shielding the two of you from the street if it wasn’t for the blue flames burning behind it. a charred heap lazily kicked away, ashes dirtying the cold floor even further. at least he couldn’t hurt you any further. “i said shut up”
cursing loudly, he took off his jacket, grabbing the hem of his white shirt and roughly pulling at it. the tearing of the fabric was louder than you could bear, ears starting to ring in pain.
“touya,“ you whispered impatiently, mentally praying for him to just listen.
“be fucking-“
“you’re bleeding,“ you interrupted him, not paying any attention to the way his head snapped back at you and how he was fully ready to cuss you out.
“the hell have i just-“
“why are you bleeding?” you asked, concern filling your voice. “are you hurt?”
whatever it was that dabi believed you would‘ve said to him, it certainly wasn’t this.
him? hurt? were you serious?
dabi couldn’t help but huff at your questions, rolling his eyes. “you’re one to fucking talk”
“now just—“ he stopped briefly, assessing the state you were in. he had to act quick, do something. “just lay still and don’t fucking talk”
you however didn’t pay any attention to what he was saying, instead carefully lifting your hand to his face, thumb rubbing over the scarred skin.
blood.
“i’m gonna get you out of here,“ dabi promised. he knew he couldn’t wait much longer. you grew weaker by the minute and he for sure wasn’t skilled enough to save you right then and there. but he had to do something. anything.
“i’m tired,” you whispered, your heavy eyelids close to shutting again.
“no you’re not,” dabi replied, skillfully dismissing you.
“don’t you dare to close your eyes,“ he continued to threaten you, a warm hand grabbing your face and turning you towards him again, “keep looking at me. you hear me? you’re not going to go now”
you didn’t like how his voice sounded, so rough and hoarse, almost like he couldn’t speak properly. it was a rare sigh for you to see, the villain was hunched over you, his breathing flat and his teeth digging into his bottom lip. you couldn’t see what he was doing and you didn’t have the strength to lift your head, even if you wanted to. but something about him was so raw, so vulnerable.
he was hurt, dabi was bleeding, his blood still adorning the tip of your fingers, and yet he kept talking to you, letting you hear him and telling you to just listen to him, do as he told you to. that’s the least you could do for him, wasn’t it?
you groaned, opening your eyes again, even though everything in yourself protested against it. you were so tired. “that’s it, keep looking right at me, you’re doing so good for me”
“you’re pretty” dabi froze, his eyebrows furrowing, before shaking his head, dismissing you again.
him and pretty?
“you’re seeing things,” he muttered, throwing his head around and searching the area. the blue flames burning multiple feet away, shielding the two of you from the streets slowly started to dwindle. dabi could hear the commotion that was going on on the other side of it, the bright fire attracting the attention of civilians. it wouldn’t be much longer till a hero would come around.
he had to get you out of here, move you to a safer location. dabi cursed as soon he looked back at you. you were pale, too pale, and your breathing was barely audible. he didn’t even know if you were breathing properly. “i’m gonna pick you up now. it’s gonna hurt,” he warned, trying to shove his arms underneath you to support your body and carry you away.
“don’t,” you pleaded, looking at the villain with a scared look on your face. he couldn’t do that now, he shouldn’t. he was hurt, he was bleeding. you had to take care of him, you had to make sure he was safe, but you were too weak to get up. why were you so weak?
dabi’s jaw clenched, shaking his head at your protests. why couldn’t you just listen to him for once in your life? “this is really not the time for you to pick a fucking argument with me, so shut up and let me get you out of here”
weakly you shook you head, fully aware that you weren‘t strong enough to stop him in his doing anyways. “no, you’re bleeding,” you insisted. why wasn’t he listening to you?
why were you so stubborn? digging his fingernails into his palm, dabi fed into the flames shielding you from the public before he turned back to you. his mind was racing as he desperately tried to come up with a solution, a way out of any kind. “i fucking know, but so are you so please just—“
why was he so adamant to get you to agree to him? why couldn’t he just move? why couldn’t he just do as he wanted?
“you shouldn’t be bleeding,” you stated.
you shouldn’t be bleeding either, dabi thought, and yet here you were.
“for fucks sake, just please shut up,” dabi grew more and more agitated by the second, feeling the anger rise in him, skin slowly heating up. why was it so hard for you to listen, just for once? dabi cringed as he looked down at your torso, your shirt soaked in blood that by now has started to spill on the ground underneath you, your face drained of all color. dabi could hear how hard it was for you to talk, how your voice was nothing more than a pained whisper, a plea for him to listen to you. “stop talking, you’re only making it worse,” he chided, now not caring anymore about the potential pain he might cause you. he cursed, ripping a hole in your top, only to immediately shut his eyes in defeat as he assessed the damage.
this was bad. there was no way he could get you away in time.
turning your head away from him in shame, you muttered a small apology. you always managed to make things worse somehow.
truth to be told, dabi didn’t pay a lot of attention to what you said. instead he carelessly pulled on his own white shirt again, to the point where he ripped the hem of it. fisting the fabric he pressed it against your open flesh, watching as it turned crimson way too fast. “you should be. shit, it won’t stop”
you couldn’t help but smile weakly at his snarky comment. “you’re an asshole”
“doing my best, doll,” the villain replied, his lips curved upward too. however his smile fell immediately as he tossed the bloody fabric away.
dabi pulled at his hair in frustration. this wasn’t working, he wasn’t helping. he couldn’t just helplessly watch as your life force drained away, flowing right out of your body.
his stomach turned at the thought of his head, the only way he could try to save you right now— but he hated it. he didn’t want to do it, he didn’t want to hurt you even more. but what more could he do? if he cauterized the wound maybe then he could get you away, to safety, maybe then someone could patch you up, somehow.
maybe you could be kept alive then.
dabi swallowed, closing his eyes as he took in a deep breath. “i need to stop the bleeding, this is gonna be very hot but i need you to take it“
he didn’t wait for your reply till he pressed his palm against your wound, heating it up as soon as he came in contact with it. dabi turned his head away in shame as you cried out in pain. the smell of burned flesh filled the villain‘s nostrils, making his stomach turn in disgust.
when he turned back to you, after moments that felt like an eternity, he was horrified as he saw you with your eyes closed, your chest barely moving. were you even breathing anymore? “keep your eyes open,” he commanded sternly, hand against your blood-stained cheek.
but you barely moved. only now did he notice how cold your skin felt against his hot hands. eyes wide in terror, he grabbed your shoulders, slightly shaking your body. “fuck, stay with me”
“please, don’t do this to me,” dabi pleaded, pulling your form into his lap.
“look at me,” he continued, shoving a hand underneath your knees and lifting your body off the ground. he pulled you close to him, hoping that his own warmth might heat your body up a little.
“listen to me”
dabi ran faster than he ever has, pressing you against his chest. he had to run faster, be quicker, get you away from here.
“stay with me,” he pleaded, trying to catch his breath.
you however didn’t seem to listen, to even hear him and his cries. no, you didn’t move in his arms. you almost looked like you were sleeping peacefully.
too peaceful for his liking.
dabi clenched his teeth, muttering curses under his breath. “are you deaf, you’re gonna keep your pretty eyes open and you’re gonna stay right here with me,” he commanded coldly, trying to mask just how desperate he was.
you could barely hear what the villain had just said. it took you everything to open your eyes again, to look at him. was he always this blurry? “i don’t feel so good, touya”
“i know, fuck, i know,” he answered, turning around to see if someone had been following him. hiding between some dumpsters in the outskirts of the city, he carefully placed you down again, grabbing your hands to get your attention. “but you’re not gonna leave me now, forget it”
dabi sat down in front of you, grabbing your shoulders as he noticed you slumping. “i’m not letting you,” he insisted, pulling you into a tight embrace. you couldn’t leave him, you couldn’t just go and leave him behind. he needed you. he wanted you by his side, he had to have you by his side. “you’re not fucking leaving me”
you meant so much to him that it hurt, and now you were practically at death‘s door, and dabi couldn’t help but feel like you wanted to leave him. if you didn’t, why weren’t you fighting harder? why weren’t you staying awake? why couldn’t you hold on for him just a while longer?
you only managed to sigh in his hold, your eyes now too heavy to keep open. it wouldn’t hurt to shut them, right? you were so tired, so, so tired.
dabi stayed like that, holding you close to him, taking deep breaths to calm himself down. you were going to be okay, you had to be. you couldn’t leave him. “hey, open your eyes”
so why didn’t you respond? why were you so still? “i said open your eyes”
why were you so cold? why were you so pale? “fuck, open them”
why didn’t you move?
“doll, please,” the villain begged, pushing you away from him to take a look at you. you‘re eyes were shut, your mouth slightly opened, almost like you were just about to say something. you were, weren’t you? “just look at me, you can do that, can’t you?”
but why didn’t you do anything? why were you so still? you were supposed to open your eyes, to reassure him, to tell him you were here with him, that you listened, that you wouldn’t leave him. that you‘d never leave him.
“open your fucking eyes!“ he demanded now, violently shaking your still form. a loud, pained cry burned his throat as he threw his head back.
“you said you wouldn’t leave me!” he cried, yelling at you accusingly, like he was expecting you to answer, to justify yourself. how could you just leave him behind like that, how could you just go like you didn’t care how he felt about it. “i told you, you can’t!”
dabi pressed you against his chest again, curling your body in his hold, rocking the both of you back and forth. “i need you, please”
as he looked down at your face, he noticed small drops of crimson falling onto your skin.
dabi was bleeding.
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NOT PRETTY | dabi.
➾ in which he learns and admits that he is a pretty boy
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wordcount: 3k+ | genre: fluff, comfort, smut, tinge of angst | pairing: dabi x fem!reader | rating: 18+ | tw: swear words, insecurities, explicit sex (oral m receiving, riding, aftercare <3) | others: soft!dabi bc im a sucker for him, DABI IS A PRETTY BOY !!!!!!!
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In all his years as a villain, people call him lots of names; Asshole, Shitface, Ugly—the list goes on. Dabi has grown indifferent to those names. He had already accepted his current appearance since there was nothing he could do about it. Plus, he truly looked like a villain what else could he ask for? He is a villain—people fear him, people run away from him, and no one wants anything to do with him.
It’s evident in how the crowd disperses the moment he steps into the club. Their eyes grow weary and cautious despite they are all villains, working under the Liberation Front in different divisions. He supposed it’s also the fact that he’s one of the co-commanders. But he couldn’t care less as he makes a beeline towards the sitting figure at the bar.
“You’re here.” The voice he has been waiting to hear all day greets him.
Dabi leans against the counter beside you, elbows supporting him on the oak surface as he faces the opposite of where you’re facing. “Mhmm, you said to pick you up at one.”
“Thought you weren’t listening,” you turn to him, half-lidded gaze filled with a mix of emotions he can’t identify—sending him to instinctively swallow a lump down his throat.
He looks away from you, setting his eyes elsewhere. “You’d yell my ears off.”
You chuckle, climbing down the chair after finishing your drink. Without so much thought, you fix the skirt of your dress and such simple action fixates Dabi.
Fuck, you truly look absolutely gorgeous in that little black dress.
“Let’s go,” you chime, grabbing your clutch in one hand and the other linking your arm around his.
Dabi raises a brow. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“Uh, dragging us out of here?”
“I should be the one dragging you. Thought you’ll end up wasted tonight.”
A bitter laugh passes your lips. “I thought so too. But, alas, things aren’t going just as I—” You stop midway, glancing at something—well, people around you before clearing your throat. “—hoped.”
Dabi hums in acknowledgement, walking alongside you as you both step out of the bar and head towards your place.
You’ve become very quiet along the way. Moments like this happen whenever you’re deep in thought. Dabi has no idea what’s gotten you so worked up about, but he knows it’s not nothing. Working with you has thought him that he shouldn’t pry no matter how much he wants to know what’s bothering you. If you want him to know, you’ll let him know.
Without much thought, Dabi’s steps falter momentarily. “You cold?”
“Huh?” You respond almost absentmindedly. “Oh, no… I’m not—” As if on cue, there’s a strong gush of wind, causing you to shiver. “I mean yes—”
Dabi merely snorts and unlinks your arm before tugging off his coat and having you wear them instead. “There. All warm and cozy.”
You roll your eyes at him while tugging his coat tighter around your frame. “Thanks for your service.”
“My pleasure, doll.” He reaches for your hand and interlaces your fingers together. “Tell me if you’re still cold.”
Dabi will never admit this but as you continue to walk back to your place, he keeps glancing at you as if to observe your mood. But a smile slowly makes its way to his face when there’s now a small smile on your visage.
When you both reach your place, you let out a deep sigh and the disturbed look in your eyes returns. “Why…?”
“Hmm?” Dabi questions, taking off his boots and switching with a pair of home slippers you’ve provided for him. He turns to look at you with a raised brow.
“Why did those people look at you like… like—“
Ah... He knows where this is going...
“Like I’m disgusting?” Dabi mentions bluntly. “‘Cause I am. Can’t ya see how burnt I look?” He chuckles almost too lightheartedly, stepping into your living room and making himself home. He plops himself on the couch and throws his head back against it with his arms spread and eyes closed.
You remain quiet near the entrance, aside from some clicking and shuffling noises as you take off your heels and wear your slippers. Then your shuffling stops, followed by a small thud on the coffee table.
The room goes extremely quiet.
You’d usually head towards your room to wash up immediately after a long night, but when Dabi peers his eyes open, his gaze widens as you stand right between his legs. Gazing down at him with an unreadable expression.
“What?” Dabi drawls with a lopsided grin. An ugly feeling unfurled in his chest, are you pitying him now?
Anger sparks in your gaze as you cross your arms across your chest. “Don’t call yourself disgusting.”
“Huh? It’s true though. I’ve long accepted I looked ugly and—” You clamp his mouth shut. To say that he’s surprised would be an understatement to what you do next.
Without a word, you climb on his lap and lean close to his face.
“Only nobodies can say those bullshit because they know that they can never compare to you. So, you need to shut up, pretty boy.”
Stunned, the words on the tip of his tongue diminish. He stares at you wide-eyed for a moment before he takes your hand away from his mouth.
“You don’t know what you’re saying.” He looks away from you. “And don’t call me that.”
A smirk curls up on the corner of your lips. “Why not?”
“I’m…” He’s not pretty. No one uses that word to describe him. “You’re drunk.”
You shake your head. “Not really. Just a lil buzzed. Can talk and think without a hitch.”
Dabi almost grabs you by the waist and hauls you to your bed. You need a timeout. You’re talking absolute bull—
Your arms wrap around his neck as you settle yourself higher, right on his crotch.
“Pretty boy~” You giggle, hooking a finger under his chin to make him face you again.
“Y-You’re drunk.” His heart thunders against his stitched chest, blood rushing to his cheeks and… south.
“Dabi, I am not,” you reply back, pressing yourself to him. “But if you want to stop, then tell me to stop.”
He remains silent as you patiently wait.
“C’mon, pretty boy. I need to hear what you want.” His breath hitches as you gently trace a finger up his jawline and the staples that litter across his cheeks.
Shit, as if you needed to ask what he wants. He knows you know that he wants you.
“Mhmm…” You hum, hips subtly grinding. “Can feel your body’s already reacting, baby.”
Dabi’s facade crumbles bit by bit. Hands itching just to touch you, map your body into his memory. His breath turns shaky when you softly place a kiss on his forehead, his nose, and his heated cheeks. You’re closing in on his lips and Dabi’s eyes flutter shut instinctively.
Your lips are merely a millimetre away from his. Your voice reduces into a seductive whisper in his ears, “My pretty boy…”
“Am not—” An involuntary groan passes his lips when you purposefully tug your skirt up your hips, giving him a clear view of your lace panties, cutting him off.
“Wanna say that again?”
Dabi exhales a sharp breath.
Your scent is intoxicating, feeling up his senses as his usual clear mind blurs. All he could focus on is your luscious lips and the way you press yourself against him. He should have more self-control than this… He should be the one flirting, throwing his lines to rile you up… But… But—
You clutch his shoulder, leaving kisses up his jaw, “Wanna kiss you till we’re both out of breath… Wanna show you how beautiful you are…”
The thread that bears the semblance of his self-control snaps as he cups your face. “Doll, you’re killing me.”
Without another word, Dabi presses a hard kiss on your lips. You kiss him back, equally fervent.
Your hands tug at his shirt, dropping them to the floor before his coat on you and your dress follows. Dabi nearly lost his whole sanity at the sight of you in a pretty set. You shudder as he presses his nose from your jaw to the crook of your neck, leaving kisses down its trail. With a sigh, you comb your fingers through his hair with your head tilted up. “Wanna feel all of you, pretty boy.”
Fuck. The things he’d do for you…
Dabi heeds your request, tugging off his jeans in record time after you climb off of him. He’s about to bring you back to his lap, but you step away from his reach and turn your back to him, striding to the bedroom. But not before casting him a glance, beckoning him to follow you. And he does—as if you’ve cast a spell on him and he follows your every command.
Dabi swallows a lump down his throat as you sit prettily across the bed, confidence exuding off of you. “Come here, handsome.”
He approaches you, climbing on the soft duvet. His body hovers over yours as you cup his face with a hand and claim his lips on yours. It’s a messy kiss—you suck his bottom lip as he grants you entry to meet his tongue with yours. When you pull away for air, you push his shoulder to have him sit on the bed while you straddle his waist. His hands trail up your thighs to your ass, kneading it.
“Wanna try something?”
“Hmm?” He stares at you with curiosity through his turquoise gaze.
“Keep your hands on the bed, baby. While I do whatever I want with you.”
It takes him a moment to register what you’re implying—giving you the reins. Usually, he’ll burn anyone who dares to take control of him.
But you and him…
He’d grown to trust you and how you could never hurt him intentionally. So, Dabi lets out a sharp breath and agrees nonetheless.
You place wet kisses down his throat, across his collarbones and chest, evoking soft moans and groans as you appreciate him. Gradually, you move south, kissing all his scars and burns even leaving a few marks on his skin to stake your claim on him before tugging his boxers off. His length springs free, leaking out precum. Dabi throws his head back as a groan escapes his lips while you wrap your hand around his pulsating length. “D-Doll—”
You merely him in response, giving it a few pumps before licking his tip. His hands form a fist on the blankets as he resists the urge to weave his fingers through your hair and fuck your throat. Without warning, your tongue swirls on his slit, switching between licking and sucking. His length twitches, balls aching for a release at your ministrations.
“F-Fuck…” Dabi breathes out, no longer holding up his upper body as he slumps against the pillows.
“Does it feel good?”
His face contorts beautifully. “Yes, so fucking much—”
You trace the vein on the underside of his cock with a thumb. “Only for the prettiest boy.”
“No, I’m not—” he denies vehemently.
There’s a raging storm of emotions inside Dabi, unfurling in his chest with each passing moment. He still finds it absurd that you found him ‘pretty’ because no one ever associates him with that word. ‘Monster’ is a more fitting word for him as people fear him the moment they see him, no matter when or where. But when you call him ‘pretty’, it throws him off the curb—confused and doubting and—
The continuous pleasure coursing through him stops instantly. No, not because he reached his high, it’s because you stopped touching him. Eyes narrowing in dissatisfaction with your arms crossed against your chest. Dabi huffs, meeting your gaze as he sits up. “What? Are you just going to leave me hanging?”
“Yes.”
He nearly spluttered at your blunt answer. “You’re serious…?”
You shift forward, plopping yourself right on his leaking hard-on. “Yes, Dabi. I’m actually insulted.”
Insulted?
Dabi hisses, hips involuntarily bucking to find whatever friction he can, but you stop him. “What did I do wrong now?” His voice was laced with impatience. “How did I offend you?”
“You’re insulting my taste,” you growl, pushing him down with your palm splayed on his chest.
If you weren’t so angry with him, Dabi might actually find this hot. But the expression you’re wearing isn’t a joke.
“Taste? As in…?”
“I find you really pretty, and yet you kept on denying that you’re not.” Your lips form a pout. “Are you not going to acknowledge it?”
Weighing between accepting your compliment or spending the rest of the night with blue balls when you’re looking this breathtaking — Dabi makes the right choice.
“Alright, I’m pretty,” he says without much thought. “There I said it, so will you please—”
You put a pointer finger on his lips. “Are you really?”
“I’m…” The pointed look on your face had him crumbling. No, he can’t say it again. Not when he can’t believe it.
You lean in close to him, lips barely touching his own. “Not gonna do anything to you until you believe it, baby.”
Dabi sometimes wonders if you can truly read his mind. He swears he’s so closed off that no one would be able to discern what he’s thinking about, but you—
“Dabi… I’m soaked…” your voice nearly comes out as a whimper. “I need you so badly—see?” You grab hold of his hand, letting his thick fingers feel your dripping entrance through your drenched panties. Dabi swears out loud as you guide his finger to rub across your covered folds. Despite his iron will working constantly — Dabi is still a guy. And seeing the girl of his dreams being so needy—
He leans up to touch your lips with his, and for a moment, you savour him. Then you pull away with his lips chasing after you. You gently cup his face, stopping him from claiming your lips again. “Say that you’re my pretty boy.”
Dabi can never really describe the scene in front of him. You look at him as if he hung the stars in the sky, waiting in anticipation of what he’s going to do next. No one has ever been this interested in him. As his heart and his mind are battling against each other—whether to succumb to well… feel good about himself.
“I’m… I’m… I’m your…” He stares at you hesitantly and mumbles, “…pretty boy…”
You purposefully busy yourself by unclasping your bra not hearing what he said. “What was that?”
Damn.
“I’m your pretty boy,” He states with conviction.
Your gaze brightens at his phrase, you waste no time grabbing a condom and rolling it on his hard length before slipping your panties aside and sinking down on him. Dabi bucks his hips when your walls clamp around his length, the pleasure shooting up his spine.
“Yours alone,” he groans out, hands flying to hold your waist.
With an appreciative hum, you kiss him deeply. His warm palms caress the skin below your breast before thumbing your nipples into stiff peaks. You sigh against him, “Yes, you are.” Soft moans and groans fill the room alongside the rhythmical sound of skin slapping. Dabi can feel himself reaching his climax once more. His thumb trails downward and finds your clit. His rough pad presses on it, rubbing circles. “Mhmm… You’re doing so good….” you whimper, back arching. “So good for me, pretty boy.”
Your thighs begin to ache, sweaty body quakes as you clamp down harder on him. “S-Shit, doll. ‘m not gonna last long—”
“Me too—”
Like a crashing wave, you both reach your highs simultaneously. Dabi keeps you grinding on him to ride out your highs as you slump forward chest-to-chest, utterly drained. Then silence blankets the room as Dabi lays on his back with you still on top of him, still connected. You bury your face in the crook of his neck while your hand caresses his hair to which he takes it and places a soft kiss before interlacing your fingers together.
“You okay?” Dabi questions softly.
“Mhmm…” you respond with a sleepy smile that he finds absolutely adorable. “My pretty boy.”
Dabi sighs with a smile on his face. “Yes, your pretty boy.”
You giggle, snuggling deeper (if that’s even possible) into the crook of his neck.
“Well, aren’t you a clingy one?”
“You love it.”
Dabi kisses your hair in response. “Are you feeling better now? You didn’t look happy back there in the bar.”
You stiffen for a moment before relaxing into him. “Yeah… You can tell?”
“‘Course… It’s you, after all. I’ve gained a sixth sense when it comes to you now.”
You laugh, lifting your upper body slightly from him just enough to meet his stare. Then your face grows sombre as you recall your earlier discovery. “Just find out that the broker had escaped to another country… I’m gonna have to give them a chase to get more information about….” You trail off.
Ah… Your mission. How can he forget? You aren’t part of the Liberation. You have your personal goals to achieve.
Dabi nods. “I understand.”
Silence.
“Are… Are you gonna leave…?” You sound small all of a sudden.
Dabi furrows his brows. “Do you want me to?”
“No, of course not! I always want you with me.…”
“Then I’m staying.”
“Staying…” you parroted his words, beautiful eyes widening. “You’ll stay with me even tomorrow?”
“Even tomorrow and the next day, and the next next day, week, month, year, whatever.”
There’s hope sparking in your eyes at his words. “You will stay….”
Dabi nods, affirming your words.
You grin. “Good, because I’m not letting you go anyway.”
“I think that’s supposed to be my line, doll.”
You shrug. “Makes no difference.”
Then you pull off of him to lay on his side. Dabi lets out a shaky breath at the sight of the mess you both made. “Fuck, we made a mess on your sheets.”
“We’ll clean it up in a bit,” you answer smoothly.
Dabi nearly refuses to do so. But he supposes you can’t really get a good night’s rest on dirty sheets. Plus, it won’t be the last time he’ll see this kinda mess…
“You’re drooling,” you point out.
Dabi chuckles before throwing the used condom into the trash and grabs a clean towel from your bathroom. He wipes off the remnants of your intimate session and strides to the bed where you are still laying.
“Spread those legs, baby.”
You raise a brow at him. “Up for another round?”
“No, you horndog. ‘m gonna clean you up.”
You giggle and acquiesce, taking off your soiled panties. Dabi stares at your glistening entrance for a moment, almost mesmerized. He almost entertains the thoughts of having his own cum leaking out of—
“Now, who’s the horndog?”
Dabi blinks, “S-Shut up.” He cleans you up and gently wipes off your sensitive area as you shudder.
A teasing smirk appears on your lips. “Do you want to lick me clean instead?”
Dabi freezes.
“I’m just messing with ya, pretty boy,” you giggle, sitting up to throw your arms around his neck, bringing him close to you. “Though I won’t mind it at all.”
Fucking hell, why are you doing this to him?
He knows you know how weak he is for you. “Don’t tempt me.”
You give him a kiss on the nose before pulling away, reaching for your bedside drawer to fish out what seems to be a brand-new phone. Dabi watches you curiously as he throws the towel into the hamper, picks up his boxers and wears it before plopping beside you.
“Take this.” You hand him the device and usher him to stand up again so you can change the blankets. “I’ll leave you messages here or even call you when I can with burner phones. This number—no one knows and no one will be able to track it.”
Dabi stares at the device in his hand as you rummage for new blankets in your dresser after wearing fresh underwear. “How about the other way around?”
You stop for a moment. “Um… I can find another phone.…”
“You better. There’s no way in hell I’m not annoying you too.”
You merely smile at his words, draping the clean blanket on your bed before climbing under it. “You’re into deep with me, huh?”
Dabi follows suit, joining you under the covers after placing the phone on the bedside table. “Say for yourself. Don’t think I don’t recognize the looks you gave me. It… It’s warm… Gives me, um, heart problems….”
“Heart problems…?”
Dabi pauses as he words his thoughts carefully, “Like my heart beats so fast as if I just fought off the number one hero.”
“I—” you grin from ear to ear now. “You give me heart problems too.”
Dabi can’t help bursting with so much joy at this moment. It’s such a foreign feeling—just talking and laying on your side. And he wants to do nothing but savour this as long as he can.
“Will you take care of it? My heart?” You ask, snapping him out of his thoughts.
And he didn’t even need to think twice to answer, “Of course. It’s yours after all. If I don’t, you’ll have my head or castrate your favourite dick.”
You burst into another fit of laughter. “Maybe…”
Dabi smiles at you, and an arm winds itself on your waist to have you pressed against him.
“I’m gonna take care of your heart too,” you claim.
He lays a kiss on your forehead. “I know you will, sweetheart.”
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shonen-brainrot · 4 months
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Inmate!Dabi, who maneuvers through the intricate hierarchy of Tartarus, holds a position of both fear and respect.
Inmate!Dabi, who swiftly garners a notorious reputation among newcomers in prison, as word circulates with cautionary whispers, "Steer clear of that guy, you don't want to cross paths."
Inmate!Dabi, who becomes an exceptionally perilous figure, given his readiness to resort to violence. To find oneself a prisoner while becoming the object of his obsession would undeniably plunge one into an abyss of absolute hell.
Inmate!Dabi, who stands behind a plethora of poker games and shady activities, deftly manipulating both the incarcerated and the enforcers simultaneously. Thanks to this shrewd strategy, he collects favors, ensuring practically everyone is indebted to him in some fashion.
Inmate!Dabi, who consistently emerges unscathed from prison riots.
Inmate!Dabi, who has a penpal connection with you.
Inmate!Dabi, who becomes increasingly fixated on your correspondence, displays a subtle but undeniable obsession.
Inmate!Dabi, who, driven by a growing obsession, insists that you visit him in Tartarus.
Inmate!Dabi, who, having earned your trust through an extensive exchange of letters spanning half a year, achieves his goal when you finally inform him in one of your letters of securing permission to visit him.
Inmate!Dabi, who finds himself one day with handcuffs securing his hands, being escorted directly into the visiting area.
Inmate!Dabi, who, utilizing a substantial sum of money amassed from poker and other ventures, successfully bribes both guards escorting him. Upon entering the visiting area, they oblige by removing his handcuffs, leaving only the quirk blocker restraint secured around his ankle.
Inmate!Dabi, who waits patiently as other visitors leave the room, accompanied by fellow inmates who cast cold glances his way.
Inmate!Dabi, who is unable to tear his turquoise eyes away from your beautiful face and the contours of your body accentuated by the snug jeans and white shirt you wear.
Inmate!Dabi, who, with his voice carrying a low, persuasive tone, encourages you to come closer. "Don't be shy. There's nothing to be afraid of, doll," he smirks, his turquoise eyes locking onto yours.
Inmate!Dabi, who engages in casual chitchat with you, bluntly checking you out as you sit across the table. He smoothly asks questions, and you respond politely.
Inmate!Dabi, who, in a sudden move, leans forward and extends his hand, his long, calloused fingers gently brushing your cheek, eliciting a gasp as you notice the absence of handcuffs. "Don't worry, doll," he smirks, "I ain't gonna hurt ya, yeah?"
Inmate!Dabi, who informs you that he was on his best behavior, earning the privilege to go without cuffs, slyly admitting it was just to have the freedom to touch you. Another gasp escapes you, your cheeks flushing with a rosy hue, and you don't know why are you reacting that way.
Inmate!Dabi, who, as the visit comes to an end, rises from his seat and confidently seizes your wrist, pulling you closer to whisper in your ear, "I can tell you're into me, you wouldn't be here otherwise. No need to be shy about it, good girls like you always enjoy a little play with bad boys."
Inmate!Dabi, who forcefully presses his rugged lips against your soft ones, stifling a small moan that escapes your lips as his free hand firmly grasps your ass. squeezing it with intensity. "I'm already counting down the moments until your next visit, doll."
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neurthotic · 4 months
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DABI AS A BOYFRIEND ✫
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✫ incurably watches you sleep. you get used to waking up to it eventually. maybe.
✫ neck kisses all the time
✫ his communication skills are shit. you feel like a kindergarten teacher explaining to his expressionless face how to talk about our feelings
✫ he keeps a hand on your back or your shoulder or in your hair when you’re together, absently keeping track of you
✫ “you’re cute when you’re scared.”
✫ warm ass hands
✫ he definitely has a weird and scary thing for pain. “you want to touch the staples? yeah, you can touch them. you can rip them out of my face with your teeth if you like.”
✫ dabi doesn’t do nicknames. pet names are once in a blue moon.
✫ driest texter to walk the earth
✫ the self deprecating jokes are actually mad funny. sir please stop calling yourself crispy
✫ gets very um. creative about degradation.
✫ it’s all “come get in the shower with me” and then you stick a toe in and the water is two degrees away from freezing to ice. sorry not all of us have fire inside okay
✫ he doesn’t like you cautious around his injuries, even treating/tending them: “stop being fucking gentle with me.”
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harleys1nhawaii · 5 months
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TEASE [dabi / todoroki touya x fem!reader]
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he's close, you easily can tell.
he's rocking his hips to your wet core harder each time, with no remorse. you're squeling, tears blur your vision. he knows what he's doing to you, how good he makes you feel, like nobody else can. you can hear his grunts and low hisses under his breath. god, you think, being this fine has to be unfair. once you finally manage to open you eyes, you stare up at him. he looked breathtaking with his head thrown back and mouth open, brows furrowed with desire and lust. and kind of...cute. you can't help but giggle at the sight. when your voice catches your own ears, you realize you might've put yourself in a situation you'll regret soon. he lookes down at you, with a slight smirk plastered on his face. if you weren't soaking already, you swore you'd cum just by looking at his face like that.
"what's up, dollface?" he rocks his hips harder this time and steals a low cry from you. but you're already under him and destroyed, so why not play along your little teasing as well? "you look cute when you're close." you cheekily grin. "oh, do i?" now, his smile is bigger than yours. he brings his thumb to wipe the tears peeking around the corners of your eyes as he slams his body to yours one more time. "let's see how ya look like then, shall we?" he purrs. once you see how his eyes darken and his grip on your waist gets rougher, it's your time to panic.
he was close, you swore he was close. but when you came sooner than him it was frustrating. little did you know, though, he wasn't going to stop. not after your silly little teasing. he wasn't going to stop until he could cheekily observe your cumming face enough to picture it for any other time, later.
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sednas · 3 months
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─ YOU'RE STILL MAD?
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ও dabi x gn!reader
ও content warnings: ns/fw, hatefuck vibes, degradation
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"you're still mad at me?"
of all the moments he could have asked you that question, he chose this one.
"a-are you fucking serious right n... now?" you try to articulate, your hands tugging at the sheets, your eyes rolling back in pleasure.
"answer me." dabi orders, pulling you by your arms so he can go deeper, harder.
he's pounding inside you way too fast for you to stay sane, his angry tip pushing against your most sensitive spot again and again, until you're drooling on the mattress. you're thankful that he's holding your arms right now, otherwise you'd fall flat on the bed under the assault of his thrusts.
"still... mad at you..." you manage to say between your whines.
you hear him laughs mockingly behind you, biding your wrists behind your back and grabbing a handful of your hair to lift your head and look at your face, he slowed his pace, his cock now lazily pumping inside you. you feel him getting closer to you, pushing his chest against your back and forcing you to sink into the bed.
"if you're so mad at me why are you squeezing me so fucking tight right now, mmh?"
you raise your eyes to meet his blue ones, he's arching an eyebrow, his mouth slightly parted, you can see his tongue sliding on his teeth with lust as he waits for your answer.
and you really want to answer, you'd love to put this fucker back into his place, but you can't, not with the way he's grinding against you, not when the heat emanating from his body is so addictive. your legs quiver under his weight and he firmly grabs your waist while his other hand is still binding your wrists together.
"silent treatment uh? let's see how long you can keep it quiet then."
without any warning, he starts thrusting inside you again, fast, his cock ravishing your insides and you bite your lip in pleasure.
"look at you, drooling all over the covers, so fucking pathetic." he mocks and he releases his grip on your wrists to grab both of your arms again.
his roughness makes you clench around him and you can't suppress the moan that escapes your lips when you hear the wet sounds of your two connected bodies.
"gonna cum, dabi... I'm so close!" you cry out and you don't even have to look at his face to know that he's smiling.
"answer me first. are you still mad at me?" he asks again, accelerating his thrusts until you're uncontrollably shaking under him.
drunk on the pleasure he's giving you, your blood pulsing inside your veins, you shake your head stupidly, your tongue almost lolling out of your mouth.
" n-not mad anymore... ah! love you so much dabi... please!" you practically beg him and feel your orgasm getting closer and closer, his hips slamming relentlessly against your ass while he smiles condescendingly.
dabi would love to tease you a bit longer but the way your hole tightens around him like a vise makes him forget his own sadistic nature and you both finally cum together, whines and groans mingling and reverberating around the room. he finally let go of your arms and you fall flat on the bed, completely exhausted, your body still trembling.
"you love me, uh?" he asks with a smirk.
"and where do you think you are right now baby?"
"go to hell dabi." you sigh and bite your lip as you feel his cum dripping out of you.
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─ REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED <3
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classyrbf · 4 months
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Can you do a dabi one, anything could do 😔😔🙏🙏🙏
stranger!dabi who you meet in a bar, captivated by his presence and flirty behavior. He’s buying you drinks, telling you about his job as a mechanic and you can’t take your eyes off him because goddamn does he look good and his voice is so sexy. Before you know it, you’re in the back alley behind the bar on your knees with his dick stuffed down your throat. He has a fistful of your hair in his hand, fucking your face. Spit dribbles from your chin and onto your exposed breasts, nipples hard from the cold wind that blows past them. You look up at him through thick eyelashes, mascara running down your cheeks. You tap his thigh, Dabi pulling his cock out of your mouth to let you breathe.
“Goddamn, whoever taught you how to suck dick like that, I gotta thank ‘em.” He stares down at you, a smirk on his lips.
Your chest is heaving as you try and catch your breath, a string of saliva connecting between your puffy lips and his messy dick. He pulls your head back, slapping his dick on your face. It was so heavy and thick, it made your panties even more soaked than they already were.
“Such a nasty bitch…I love it. Stick out that tongue for me.” He slaps his dick on your tongue, letting out a groan. Without warning, he shoves his dick down your throat, you gagged with tears in your eyes. “That’s it. Choke on it.”
You held onto his thighs, nails digging into his skin. His grip on your hair never faltered, guiding your head up and down on his cock. Dabi pushed your face against his pelvis, your throat contraction around him while your tongue licked his balls.
“F-fuck me, shit,” he groaned, pulling you off of him. You let out a cough as you tried to catch your breath. Dabi let out a deep chuckle, reaching his hand down to play with your tits while your hand stroked him. “You like giving strangers head, huh? I bet you’re fucking soaked right now. Slut.” He pinched your nipple.
You spat on his dick, making it more messy than it already was before batting your eyelashes at the man in front of you, giving him a sweet smile.
“Such a pretty face. Put it back in your mouth for me, princess.” He gripped your chin. You happily obeyed, bobbing your head up and down on his length, tongue circling around the tip. “You’re gonna make me fuckin’ cum,” he moaned. Dabi grabbed your hair again, fucking your face and pushing his cock down your throat for millionth time. You gagged again, eyes clenching shut.Your eyes shot wide when you felt him cum down your throat. His hips stuttering as he let his orgasm take over.
“Oh, shit,” he said shakily as you lifted your head to look at him. He gently caressed your face, looking down at with admiration. “Thank you, sweetheart.” He smiled down at you, stuffing his dick back in his pants. “How about we go back to my place and I return the favor?”
thanks for the request @vix7nn
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trueshellz · 1 year
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Having Dabi's kid, him leaving without you being able to tell him that you're carrying his child until one day he comes back, watching you from the sidelines while you're both at the park. Your son is a spitting image of his dad, bright blue eyes and red hair with streaks of yours interspersed. He's loud and boisterous, a bit clumsy and always tripping over his feet. He babbles and laughs so hard especially when you tickle him, arms and legs flapping when you push him on the swing.
And Dabi actually feels his heart stop.
His own childhood running through his mind, the training with his dad, the trauma and abuse he endured. The way he was ignored, his life deemed useless when a newer, updated version came about with the right quirk his dad desired. He doesn't even realise he's crying until he feels the blood running down his cheeks, small drops on the floor by her booted legs.
"You know, he's just like you."
And then you're there.
The same girl he was always too bad for, not worthy or enough for. You were the light to the darkest part of his soul, the only thing that kept him sane some days and probably the only person who loved him unconditionally. There was nothing about you he didn't love... and then the words sink in.
"W-what?"
A huff of laughter as you bounce the baby on your hip, Dabi can't help but stare as his own blue eyes stare back at him. And then he has to stumble forward as the bundle reaches for him, jumping out of your hands. If it wasn't for his quick reflexes his son, oh my god his son, would have face planted onto the ground.
And then there's a little hand on his face, the scarred bits he had to learn to live with. A light slap as the small palm connects and Dabi can't help but smile as the baby starts gurgling and smacking his lips together.
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