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The Supers

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Dabi x Reader

Mood Song: lost in the fire

Summary: Somehow the world's most feared super villain and the world's most loved super model found their ways into each others lives. And somehow, you were both perfect for each other.

Warnings: mentions of violence, dirty talk, manhandling, choking, degrading, brat taming, pretty much dabi being an asshole lol

Dabi let out a frustrated sigh as he waited for the elevator doors of your apartment building to open. Your snoopy front desk guard was on duty tonight, and honestly that was the last thing he wanted to deal with right now.

He promised you he would be home early today to celebrate some shitty event you had going on. Normally he would remember such an event that had your eyes practically glowing in excitement, but his corpse of a boss had been hounding him about a particular job he needed to get done.

Just as expected, his target made the task much harder than it needed to be. He spent nearly two days tracking the fuck down, and when he found him. Oh, did he make him pay.

“Dabi p..please! I’ll tell you everything you want to know.”

The villain’s eyes narrowed to slits as the man tried to back impossibly closer to the brick wall behind him, cornered by Dabi at last.

“Too late for that I’m afraid.” Dabi spoke cooly, growing annoyed by the man’s incessant sobs.

“No! No, I can give Shigaraki all he needs I promise!” The man cried, his knees beginning to give out in fear as he shrunk to the floor in terror.

The villain felt his hands tingle with rage as the pathetic man cried for mercy. After all this searching and trouble he had to go through, this man should be begging for Dabi to end his life quickly and easily.

“You know you wasted forty eight hours of my time, right?” Dabi hissed, shuffling towards the man with his hands shoved in his pocket.

The man let out a shriek when Dabi leaned down towards him in a quick movement, a crazed smile on his lips as he let the steaming heat radiate off his body.

“Told my doll I would be home a whole day ago, but I couldn’t do that, could I?” Dabi questioned rhetorically, bending down now on the heels of his feet so he could level with the man, “You know how many hours she’s been waiting because I’ve had to chase scum like you?”

Once again, a rhetorical question. But the man didn’t seem to notice.

“T..Twenty four-”

The sound of his quivering voice pissed Dabi off beyond his already thin patience. Letting out a growl he grabbed the man’s face harshly, his palm beginning to heat up and sear against his flesh.

“Thanks for proving to me that you know how to count,” Dabi growled, slamming the man’s head against the wall causing him to cough up blood all over his jacket.

“Fucking hell, you’re a damn mess.” Dabi snarled, knowing you weren’t going to like seeing the crimson liquid.

“You know I was just going to ignite your sorry ass to dust and call it a night,” Dabi spoke, wiping the greasy sweat from the man’s face on his already ruined jacket before glaring back down to his victim, “But I don’t think you deserve that.”

The man’s eyes now shot up to Dabi, almost a bit of hope glimmering in them at his words, until he noticed the downright sinister look in the villain’s eyes. He wasn’t about to show any mercy.

Dabi glanced up at the stone ledge above the two of them and quickly shot his hand up to ignite a burst of fire towards it, effectively severing it from the building to fall directly into the lap of the victim.

His shrill screams of pain echoed throughout the air, surely waking anyone nearby. The sound made Dabi’s heart beat with sadistic excitement, finally feeling justice was served for his previous days wasted.

“Now I hope you bleed out for fourty eight fucking hours, so you’ll know exactly how my doll felt.” Dabi barked with a grin, sending one last stream of flames towards the man to ensure his demise before finally concluding this headache of a job.

The thought alone of the pathetic man made Dabi grit his teeth; between that and the guard obviously staring at him, he was wanting to turn the whole building to ash.

All he wanted to do was crawl into bed and pull you close into his chest and make up for two days worth of sleep. Two days starved of your soft touch.

The elevator ride felt incredibly longer than usual, each step he took towards your apartment only felt like he was moving farther away from it. He almost couldn’t believe it when he found the familiar numbers of your place before him.

The sound of the door creaking throughout the living room made Dabi cringe, though he would never tell you that. Typically when you whined to him about waking you up, he just laughed or simply told you he didn’t care.

He knew that was a lie, but you didn’t need to know that.

Dabi’s ‘profession’ wasn’t made known to you quite yet, for obvious reasons: you were a supermodel.

Your life was broadcasted to millions of people, and though he trusted you enough to know you wouldn’t blabber his secrets to the world, he also knew all eyes were on you, and accidents happen. A life of his own couldn’t afford accidents.

He had a feeling you had a small idea that what he did was illegal, catching hints of blood or ash on his clothes often. The fact that most of his “shifts” ended in the early hours of the morning also seemed strange to you, but you never questioned any of it.

Just the way he liked.

Surveying the empty living room, Dabi came to the conclusion that you were fast asleep, not a sliver of light in sight. Never a surprise to the raven haired man, as you tended to fall asleep on him as early as ten o’clock, to which he would always call you his little baby.

When you were awake in the early hours during his return home, he knew something was wrong, but luckily tonight wasn’t the case.

Though his muscles screamed at him with every quiet move he made, Dabi still made an effort to strip his boots off as quietly as possible. Today’s job was a rather messy one, and the last thing he needed were those adorable cheeks puffed at him when you found a bunch of ‘dirt’ all over the floor.

Stripping his jacket off, he shoved it in a nearby hamper so you wouldn’t see the work he had done all day, deciding he would wash it in the morning.

Your apartment was cute, honestly rather luxurious for someone so young. Luckily your job paid more than enough bills, which initially shocked Dabi since he claimed you were just “posing for a camera”, to which always earned a slap from you.

As much as he hated to admit it, each time he saw the skyline view of Musutafu from your floor to ceiling windows he was amazed. It’s so easy to see the beauty and charm of such a large city when you live at the top, blissfully able to ignore the real chaos that happens down below.

Though he normally hated places like this, he also knew you didn’t have the luxury to live in just any regular apartment anymore. People were always tracking your every move, cameras and lights becoming a part of your lifestyle. Stunning apartments like this always had high security so you could have a somewhat normal lifestyle at home.

With that in mind, Dabi wasn’t quite thrilled with your so-called ‘security’. Since he wasn’t able to waltz into the doors, he usually had to come in with a disguise or through the back entrance. Not once did he ever have any issues. Hell he could break into your place to murder you and they probably wouldn’t find out for months.

He claimed that’s why he stayed with you as often as he did, because your ‘bimbo ass’ needed protection from your freaky fans. And though he wasn’t lying, you and him both knew that’s not the only reason why he stayed with you.

Letting out a sigh, Dabi gave the sparkling city one last glance before rubbing at his neck and shuffling to your bedroom.

He had every intention of showering, honestly, especially because he knew you would freak if he dirtied your freshly cleaned satin sheets. But his plans came to an abrupt halt when his eyes finally fell on your body.

Though a beauty to look at, you were a train wreck of a sleeper. Your body typically flailed every direction once you hit a deep slumber. Sure enough, your arms were beneath your pillow while one of your legs haphazardly stuck out from beneath the satin sheets.

Normally Dabi would’ve chuckled, maybe even snapped a picture for blackmail before continuing on with his night, but thanks to your sloppy position, he was able to drink in in what you were wearing.

Either you were trying to surprise him, or you were trying to tease him: either way his reaction was the same.

Your silky skin was wrapped up like a perfect sinful present for him, your chest and waste was adorned with the most luxurious lingerie he had ever seen. The red fabric just barely hid what was necessary, a slight shimmer in every detail that only accentuated your beautiful curves.

The sight made him groan as he felt his grimey pants tighten at the sight. He almost didn’t even want to touch you, didn’t want to ruin such a beautiful sight before him, but that’s what phones were for. Snapping a photo quickly, the raven haired boy quickly ripped his shirt from over his head and crawled into bed towards you.

He knew you were in a deep sleep since you didn’t even twitch as the bed dipped beneath you. A part of him couldn’t help but admire each adorable huff that slipped from your parted lips.

As much as he wanted to pull you close and fall asleep, the sinful painting before him was sabotaging any hopes of that. If you wanted to be a little tease, he would have to treat you like one.

Warming his hand up a bit, he grabbed a handful of your ass cheek, squeezing at the plush skin before laying a playful slap against it.

Surprisingly the initial grab didn’t seem to fully wake you up, but the harsh slap certainly did. Your eyes shot open, immediately looking around for whoever made your ass begin to sting until you were met with mischievous cerulean eyes.

Your once shocked expression melted into one of frustration, your brows knitting together and your lips pinching into a pout as you shoved him away with folded arms.

“You’re an asshole Dabi, you know that?” You say, though you can’t fight the grin that’s forming in the corner of your lips as he begins to crawl towards you again and hover over you, “Nearly scared me to death.”

Dabi simply smirked down to you, chuckling as your still tired eyes struggled to remain angry with him as he ran his warm hand up your thighs.

“C’mon that’s not very fair, is it doll?” Dabi questioned as his eyes began to drink in your attire once more before smirking up to you, “I fucking told you what happens when you tease me like this.”

You had to fight the mewl that threatened to spill from your lips, your hand grabbing his wrist before it made contact with your surely dripping underwear. His glowing cerulean eyes glared up at you through the dark, but you held your ground as you huffed at him.

“This wasn’t for you.”

At this Dabi raised a brow, a mix of anger and confusion bubbling in his chest as if to wonder who this was all for then.

“Okay well it was kind of for you,” You corrected, sitting up a bit so you could be more level with the man, “But I only had it on because of my show today.”

Dabi’s eyes widened in realization, understanding why you all of a sudden had a brand new lingerie set. This must’ve been what your big event was, how he had forgotten about a lingerie show of all events was beyond him.

“I wore it home, thinking I would surprise my boyfriend with it,” You hissed, the sound making Dabi wince internally as he struggled to meet your gaze, “But sure enough he wasn’t even there for it.”

Dabi let out a growl, his hand squeezing at your thigh before tugging you a bit closer to him as he looked at you with mildly apologetic eyes, “Work got a bit complicated.”

Looking him up and down, you felt your eyes soften just a bit as you took in his exhausted features. You had no doubt that he was telling the truth, you just wish he would tell you more about what his work entailed.

“Wait a fucking minute, does that mean a whole crowd saw you like this?”

The familiar possessive growl made your eyes roll, the sight making Dabi seethe with anger at your bratty response. Clearly two days was long enough for your little attitude to come back.

Beyond that, the fact that possibly hundreds of people were able to see what was his, all wrapped up pretty in this lingerie made him even angrier. Probably a bunch of pervs and rich old people.

Maybe he should’ve made his victim suffer even more for missing out on this.

Before he could advance forward, your foot landed firmly on his chest stopping any movements. An unimpressed brow was raised as you gave him a knowing look.

“Ah ah ah handsome,” You purred, the sound literally making the man before you growl as you smirked at him, “If I can’t get mad about your job, then you can’t get mad about mine. Remember?”

His own words escaping your lips made him huff in frustration. You were right, but that didn’t make it any better. Your smugness also wasn’t helping your case either.

Grabbing at your ankle, he yanked your foot away and dragged you beneath him roughly, causing a quick giggle to escape your lips as he glared down at you.

“Sorry I couldn’t make it to your show dollface.” Dabi spat, trying his best to mean the apology when all he wanted to do was fuck that snarky little brain dumb.

You saw the fire in his eyes, but you wanted to torment him just a bit longer before he lost it. Although you knew the consequences of whatever this secret job was, you were still mad he was away from you for so long.

“S’okay, I know you couldn’t have come anyway.” You mumbled, your gaze breaking away from his own.

Your words stung in his chest, leaving a sour taste in his mouth. He knew there was no venom in your words, but regardless he knew how much it hurt you that he could never come to support you in person due to his secret profession.

“Don’t be like that, you know I want to.” Dabi says sternly, grabbing your cheeks to force you to look at him once more.

Though your lips were already squished together between his fingers, he could still see the pout forming on your lips when you stared up into his cerulean eyes.

“It would make me feel better if you just told me what you did.” You said softly, your confession making his heart melt though he refused to show it. Even if he wanted to, there’s no way he could tell you.

It would ruin your career. It could possibly ruin your relationship. It could even ruin his career. Those were all risks he couldn’t take.

“Doll.” Dabi growled threateningly, giving you a glare of warning at your persistence, “We talked about this.”

Much to his surprise, you dared to roll your eyes at him for the second time in one night. After the hell of a two days he’s had, he was going to enjoy shutting up that smart mouth.

“I’m sorry did you forget your manners the whole two fucking days I’ve been gone?” Dabi growled, releasing your cheeks as he looked down to you incredulously.

Though you felt your heart flutter at the change in his tone, you tried to hold out for as long as possible, “You were the one that left me for two days-”

Before you could finish your sentence, his warm hand was now around your neck, squeezing just enough to make you gasp as he looked down to you with sinister eyes.

“And just like that, you’ve lost your talking privileges!” Dabi snarled with a grin, the sight making your eyes widen as you felt your legs begin to press together, a sight that didn’t go unnoticed by Dabi.

A rough knee forced your legs apart before rubbing against your warm core, causing a warbled mewl to escape your lips as he laughed down to you.

“This is why I hate that flashy fucking job of yours, it goes all to your damn head,” Dabi sneered, flicking at your forehead, “But that’s okay, each and every time you forget your manners I’ll happily fuck them right back into you, yeah?”

The feeling of his fingers now ghosting over your warmth had you bucking your hips up, a whimper escaping your lips when he somehow squeezed tighter around your throat.

“Dabi.” You whined, plump lips parted as his fingers continued their soft torture along your folds. He couldn’t hold out for much longer, and you both knew that. “You gonna talk back to me dollface?”

You looked into his eyes and quickly shook your head, giving him a pleading look through those glossy lashes that went straight to his cock.

“That’s my good girl,” Dabi spoke, releasing your throat as you began to cough and gasp for air. He might have been rougher than he should, but he had a tough few days.

“D..Don’t leave marks you dick, I have a shoot tomorrow-” You hissed now that you were able to breathe, but your words were cut short once again as he shoved three of his fingers down your throat.

“Like I give a fuck, I hope all those fucks see who the hell owns this slutty little throat,” Dabi growled, shoving his fingers deeper till he nearly felt the back of your throat, “Clearly you still haven’t learned your lesson.”

Tears danced down your cheeks now at the uncomfortable feeling, a cry of pleasure escaping your lips when you felt his fingers plunge into you without much of a warning.

“Knew you were being a brat on purpose,” Dabi hissed, smirking down to you as your cheeks flushed with embarrassment, “You’re fucking sopping down there, all because I choked you, huh? Slutty girl.”

His crude words made your face feel like it was on fire, your moans being muffled by his fingers as his pace began to speed up, rubbing at your clit roughly.

“Shit, are you about to cum already?” Dabi questioned, a mocking laugh filling the air before he narrowed his eyes down to you, “Poor baby, probably tried to get off with those tiny fingers of yours while I was gone, didn’t you?”

As soon as you tried to nod he barked out more laughter, speeding up his minstrations causing you to squirm beneath his touch. Just before he could threaten your release, he felt you tighten around his fingers as your body began to convulse beneath him. “Did you just fucking cum?”

Even when he removed his fingers you just mewled at his questions, trying to rub your thighs together as you twitched down from your high.

“You selfish little brat, you really did miss me didn’t you?” Dabi sneered with a smirk, forcing your lazy head to look up at him.

When you could barely respond he let out a groan, moving quickly to undo his belt as your eyes lazily watched him.

“Did I fuck you dumb with my fingers alone? You’re so adorable doll.” Dabi cooed in a condescending tone, his finger grabbing your face once again to keep you focused, “Unfortunately for you, I’m just getting started.”

The morning air stung at your raw skin before your eyes could say good morning to the warm sun trying to seep through your curtains.

Memories of last night’s events had you shivering, your body processing the new feeling of an arm tightly wrapped around your waist.

Moving your head slightly to the side, you felt your heart warm at the sight of your boyfriend’s drooling face beside you. You loved watching him sleep. It was one of the few rare moments you had to see his face soft, void of any emotion. No anger, smugness, lust, sadness: just his soft two toned skin finally at rest.

Moving to sit up a bit, you let out a groan when a sharp pain shot to your hips. Glancing beneath the sheets, your eyes widened at the sight of purple bruises now adorning your normally flawless skin.

Jutting your lip out, you glared back to your peaceful boyfriend.

“You’re such an asshole.” You whispered more to yourself, but the smile on your lips betrayed your words.

Normally moving out of bed would elicit a growl from your lover, his arms moving you impossibly closer to him so you couldn’t escape his hold, but he genuinely seemed exhausted from whatever job he returned from.

Taking advantage of this, you gently wrapped his arm around your pillow before sliding out of bed and shuffling to your bathroom.

The cold marble of your floor made you hiss, always the worst type of wake up call, but it was soon replaced with a moan when you reached the heated floors of your bathroom.

Upon your presence, the lights of the bathroom turned on to put your naked figure on full display. Your jaw dropped to see more colors of the rainbow adorning your skin, all the way up to your jawline.

“Damn you Dabi.” You hissed, a bite to your words this time as you ran your fingers along your raw skin. Of course, you deserved every bit of it knowing you were testing his already thin patience last night, but you knew your agent was going to kill you.

He was always going on about how you needed to find a new boyfriend, but he never quite understood the masochist in you loved this sort of treatment.

The thrill of knowing Dabi would protect you with his life, but also treats you like his play thing thrilled you. The two of you were somehow more compatible then you should be,

Honestly your only problem with Dabi was this second life he seemed to hide from you. It’s not that you didn’t trust him, as he’s never once tried to lie or hold secrets from you. It’s just that you could tell it was inadvertently hurting him. You knew the jealousy he felt each time you left for work.

Though you weren’t a huge fan yourself, a large part of the job was being observed by millions. Touched by millions, intimate with millions, seen by millions. And though you’ve gotten used to the unfortunate treatment of the modeling industry, Dabi has not.

You know he would never tell you to quit, whether that be for your sake or for his ego’s sake, but you know so badly how he wants to be there with you. To be your menacing guard dog and make sure you were being treated nothing short of royalty.

But for some reason, he had to stay out of the public eye.

By the looks of it, whatever his profession was seemed a bit shady. You tried many times to tell him that the press wouldn’t care, and that there were many shady people in your line of work too, but he just kept saying it wasn’t the same.

Letting out a sigh, you finished your morning skincare routine, deciding you would cover up your happy little accidents from last night later.

Just as you had expected, his clothes were sprawled all over the ground. He clearly had little patience last night.

Shuffling over to your closet, you snatched one of his clean shirts and shoved it over your head, glancing at him to make sure he wasn’t awake before moving towards the living room.

A small chuckle escaped your lips when you noticed his boots and coat haphazardly thrown near the hamper. How you didn’t hear his surely loud entrance, you weren’t sure.

As you began to warm up a tea kettle, you moved towards his boots to place them on the clean shoe rack you begged him to use, to which he usually would drop his shoes right next to just to see your cute face scrunch up in frustration.

Next you grabbed his coat, moving across your cold floors to the laundry room to place the dirty article in the washing machine along with your own dirty fabrics.

The minute you pressed start, you froze when you saw red splotches covering where you once pressed the start button. Glancing down to your hand you let out a not-so-quiet gasp when you saw crimson adorning your fingertips.

Immediately you paused the washing machine, yanking out Dabi’s jacket before biting at your lip at the sight. How had you not seen the thick gooey blood dried all over the front of his jacket? A small part of you grew anxious wondering whose blood it was, his or someone else’s?

“Are you always this invasive with my shit, doll?”

The scream that escaped your lips when you felt his warm hands grab at your stomach made him chuckle, your body whipping around to see him already smirking down to you.

He loved the face you always made when he scared you like this, as if he had caught a child stealing from the cookie jar.

Looking into the scene before him further, his eyes darkened when he saw his coat in your hands, your soft fingertips coated with that filthy rat’s blood from last night.

“What did I tell you about touching my stuff Y/n?” Dabi husked, snatching the coat from your hands before shoving it back in the washing machine and slamming the start button.

Though your lips twitched, wanting to ask him a million questions, you instead let him spin you around before pinning your hips against the counter, his own hips digging into your own as he turned the sink on and aggressively washed both of your hands.

The sight of that man’s blood on your delicate little hands... his delicate little hands.

“Don’t ever fucking do that again.” Dabi whispered coldly into your ear, both his words and the feeling of his warm breath against the shell of your ear causing you to shiver while he dried both of your hands off.

Nodding against his chest, you slowly turned around to look at him, your glossy eyes peering up at him through your lashes which made his jaw stiffen at the sight.

“That.. that wasn’t your blood… right?”

The minute those soft words were whispered from your lips, Dabi felt his body tense as he looked down at you. Of course you weren’t worried about him being mad at you. You were just worried about him. Like you always were. Always putting his shitty needs before your own.

“Course not, princess.” Dabi said softly, his stern features melting into lazy kind ones as his hands pressed against the small of your back into his chest, an invitation for you to wrap your arms around him.

He knew you wanted to press further. Ask him what it was, what he was doing, if he was putting himself in any danger. But instead you just held him close, allowing yourself to trust in him and know he would never put you or himself in that situation. Knowing you should listen to him like he always tells you to do; never question him.

Just like his sweet angel should.

“You’re too pretty to worry dollface,” Dabi cooed, his fingers now digging into your hips which caused you to hiss as he lifted you up on the cool counter, “Aw, are you sore?”

Though still glossy, your eyes narrowed into a glare as the shit eating smirk appeared on his lips, referring to the fresh bruises along your hips.

“You know my agent is going to kill me, right? I told you I have a shoot today! It’s my last for a full week, you couldn’t have waited a day?”

Dabi only chuckled down to you, voice dripping in smugness as his fingers gently gripped at your chin, “Maybe you shouldn’t have dressed up all pretty for me like a slut last night baby.”

Though he wasn’t wrong, you also were planning on him coming home much sooner so you could lay out some ground rules. He definitely took advantage of your sleepy state.

The minute you attempted to roll your eyes his fingers moved from your chin to your cheeks as he squished them harshly, snarl at the tip of his lips.

“Did our little lesson about manners not click in that dumb head of yours?” Dabi growled, forcing your hips closer to his chest as he grinned wickedly down to you, “Because I’ll gladly review it again for you.”

You hated how your body reacted before your brain could, a whimper softly falling from your lips when his warm hand traveled up your thigh beneath his shirt, but luckily you were able to snap out of it now that you were much better rested.

“I’ll have to take a raincheck on that sir,” You chirped, grinning at his wide eyes at the little nickname, “I have tea on the kettle, and I need to be at that shoot in a few hours!”

Somehow you were able to slip from his hold, most likely thanks to his small period of shock before his grin began to twitch, footsteps following after you causing shrieks of giggles to escape your lips as you ran from his grasp.

You were definitely going to be late.

Exhaustion havoced through your bones, but it wasn’t even close to the excitement you felt surging through you.

After a far too eventful fashion week, your agency granted you a full week to be off and take time for yourself. Though, it was well deserved, especially after today’s shoot.

“Y/n F/n, are you fucking kidding me?!”

The sound of your name being hissed venomously from your agent’s tongue made you cringe.

Luckily you were able to cover up most of the marks on your neck and chin, but the makeup on your torso must have rubbed off on the walk to the testing site.

“I promise it’s not as bad as it looks, Charles.” You said with a sweet smile as you pulled him in for a professional hug, “Makeup will easily cover it up.”

From behind you, the makeup team confirmed this as they began setting up their spray foundation station, their reassurance making you smile as you looked back to your fuming agent.

You knew it was unprofessional, you really did. And you tried your best for this to not happen often, as your body unfortunately was your entire career. But what annoyed you the most is that your agent seemed to care less about the marks, and more about your partner.

“Same scumbag boyfriend, huh?”

Every part of you wanted to scream at him and storm out, but you really liked this client and knew you could never turn away a holiday shoot like this.

“Charles, you're ever so chipper this morning.” You spoke, offering him the warmest smile you could muster before being dragged off by the makeup team.

The rest of the afternoon went fine. Luckily the hair and makeup teams were just as excited to talk with you, so it helped speed things along. You told them all about your trip with your boyfriend to the mountains, as this would be your first official ‘vacation’ with him.

Little did you know, your agent kept a close ear to your small conversations with each division of the shoot, devising a small plan of his own.

In the best interest of you, his client, of course.

“Are you all packed Dabi?”

Your cheerful voice sent waves of warmth through Dabi’s chest, his lazy eyes falling on you as you bounced before your tall doorway.

He knew it was cold outside, but you went a bit overboard. Almost every article of clothing you had on consisted of fluffy fabrics, from your earmuffs and beanie, down to your cozy brown boots.

“Probably not as well as you, snow bunny.” Dabi chuckled, the nickname causing you to pout as he flicked at the small fluffy ball on top of your head.

“Don’t be like that, it’s going to be cold up there!” You whined, happily letting him grab your Louis Voution duffles before you opened the door for the two of you.

“I just think it would be smarter for you to wear less, so I damage less of your prissy little outfits.” Dabi sneered with a grin, your head whipping to him with narrowed eyes as you locked your door behind you with the keycard.

“You will not be ruining this outfit, asshole. You can learn to unbutton things like a normal person.”

Dabi only hummed, confirming he certainly would not be doing that before you both made your way down the stairs. Normally you would take the elevator, but Dabi didn’t feel like putting on an entire disguise so you asked for your car to be ready behind your building.

Going down fifteen flights of stairs was never fun, but for Dabi it was worth it. Plus you couldn’t complain much since he decided to hold both of your luggage, not that he had much anyways.

“We’re taking the Tesla?” Dabi questioned, noticing the key card you were fiddling with in your hands, when you nodded warmly he only smirked, snatching it from you with a whistle, “I’m definitely driving then.”

A sharp whine escaped your lips as you tried to take the card from his hands, but even with his hand full with three bags, he managed to escape your swinging arms.

“You drive like a lunatic Dabi! You better not speed in my baby.”

He simply smirked down to you smugly, the sight making you groan before you finally made it to the final floor.

“Your car is ready outback Miss Y/n.” A familiar voice spoke, the sound startling Dabi as he quickly shoved his hood up and jerked his head the opposite direction, “But I must warn you-”

Before he could finish, Dabi shoved all the bags in the bellhop’s arms causing the man to slightly stumble over, “Make yourself useful, will you?”

A small giggle bubbled out of your lips, shooting a playful glare to Dabi’s mischievous eyes, reminding yourself you needed to tip that poor boy extra when you both returned.

As you made your way to the doors, you thought you heard strange noises from outside, but as the bellhop tried to stutter something out, Dabi simply placed his palm on the small of your back and ushered you outside.

Sure enough, those strange noises were your worst nightmare.

A crowd of people suddenly turned to the sound of you and Dabi exiting the building, there was a moment of silence before shouts and cameras began flashing towards both of your directions.

“Y/n! Is this your boyfriend?” “Y/n, is it true that you’re scared to leave your boyfriend?” “Y/n, show us the bruises! Speak your truth!”

The rapid questions caused your head to spin, the quick flashing of cameras making you back up, your boyfriend quickly wrapping a protective arm around you.

“W..What bruises?” You questioned, eyes narrowed until you saw a screen being held up amongst the crowd, your entire body growing rigid as the familiar sight of your skin littered with warm bruises was held up amongst the crowd.

“How did you…” You whispered, eyes wide and horrified until you noticed the familiar outfit in the corner of the photo. That was from today’s shoot…

“Charles.” You growled, the sound of your agent’s name making Dabi’s fists heat with anger. He knew that damn agent of yours was trouble.

Quickly spinning around, you stood before Dabi to try and deflect any view of him from the crowd as you looked at him apologetically, “I’m so sorry Dabi, I think my agent called the press on me. Let’s just go through the front-”

Your words were only half processed by Dabi. He could tell by your tone you were genuinely sorry, this wasn’t your fault. He wasn’t mad at you in the slightest. What he couldn’t ignore though, was the one pair of eyes out of the entire crowd that had been staring at him since he walked out those doors.

The eyes were wide, trembling. They were filled with fear. Dabi knew exactly what was about to happen.

“That’s Dabi! From The League of Villains!”

The sound of the crowd gasping had your head whipping back, your mouth agape before you glanced back at your boyfriend whose jaw was locked tight.

“L..League of Villains?” You whispered, his eyes finally falling on you for the first time throughout this entire event.

Everything was over. This perfect little life he got too comfortable in. This domestic, sickly sweet lavish life you swaddled him in until he almost forgot who he really was. What he really was.

He wanted to leave you there. Do what he knew was right and make an easy escape to never see you again, but he was in too deep now. He dragged you into this and now this was both of your problem’s. The new onslaught of questions only confirmed this.

“Has Dabi from The League of Villains been holding you hostage, Y/n?” “Are those burn marks in this picture Y/n?” “Someone call the heroes!”

All he really wanted to do was drown. He felt like he couldn’t breathe, like he was about to lose everything he’s ever lived for.

And then your hand wrapped in his own. Your eyes held so much emotion. Confusion, anger, sadness, worry. But one thing he didn’t see was fear. And your words only confirmed that.

“I’m not scared of you Dabi.” You whispered, two tears dancing along your cheeks as your lips quivered, trying to keep a brave face as he looked down at you.

Dabi could feel his own tear ducts growing warm, but that’s not what he needed right now. He needed to get both of you out of here.

With the raise of his arm, flames grew from the tip of his fingertips down to his elbow as he glared at the crowd with sinister eyes.

“Move.”

Screams echoed throughout the crowd, everyone running in opposite directions while still trying to film the two of you as Dabi led you towards your car. He didn’t need to say a word for you to obediently run to the passenger side, Dabi already climbing in the driver’s seat before he sped off, pushing the limits of your car as he sped down the street.

He knew exactly where he was going. The only place he knew that was close enough to reach before those damned heroes showed up.

Every few minutes he glanced at you, and though your breath’s were uneven and your body was slightly trembling, you made no moves to betray him. You didn’t reach for your phone to call the police, you didn’t try to attack him, you just sat and looked forward, your teeth digging harshly into your lip.

He couldn’t imagine how terrified you must have been. Nearly three years of trust flushed away, with possibly the worst kind of betrayal yet. A villain, of all secrets to hide. Of course he wanted to do anything to still keep you in his life, but he knew that wasn’t his choice to make.

Slamming on his breaks, your eyes widened as you looked around, wondering what he was stopping for before your name was growled from his lips.

Looking at him, his cerulean eyes were already on you. The look on his face was one you’ve never seen before. Maybe it was the real monster in him he’s been hiding this entire time. Those cold blue eyes were deathly serious, not a hint of mischief in them.

“We’re not going to the mountains Y/n.”

The words dawned on you, realizing what this was about. This was your final opportunity to exit. To leave the villain before you, and try to operate what damage control you could to get back to the life you’ve always known.

This was your last chance.

You swallowed thickly, feeling your mouth go dry at what this decision meant, and how it would change the trajectory of your entire life. Inhaling sharply, he was surprised to see your head whip up, eyes leveling the seriousness of his own as you nodded.

“Okay.”

Dabi searched. He searched hard, almost hoping he would find any glimmer of doubt in those beautiful eyes of yours, but he found nothing but acceptance.

Looking back forward, Dabi nodded wordlessly and sped off towards the one place he dreaded most.

Home.

#dabi #touya #todoroki #touya todoroki #dabi x reader #touya x reader #touya todoroki x reader #dabi x you #touya x you #touya todoroki x you #mha #bnha #model reader #reader is a model #villain dabi #league of villains #oneshot #might turn into short fic idk yet #i put my whole badussy into this pls don't flop

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ngl every now and then I do miss shouto. I think the appeal is that hes a todoroki, like physically and mentally. I canon him low key also completely obsessive and jealous and possessive, just way dialed down from touya. even in the beginning of the manga hes kinda a meanie and a total pretty boy. but ofc all my thoughts are him in the future and in uni

i feel u on this anon </3 i completely agree with you, there is just something about the todorokis!!! i’ve touched on this a bit before (here + here, here + here (tags)) but touya and shouto share a LOT of the same traits, even if they manifest within them and their lives differently and to a different degree of severity.

i definitely do think shouto would turn into SOME sort of yandere when he finally gets a girlfriend; something that is finally, finally his and his alone. something he doesn’t have to share with his brothers or his father or his sister and mother, something that is just for him. there’s no way he’s going to let anyone close to her for the very sudden, very new, and, to him, completely inexplicable and entirely subconscious fear that he may lose her. oh no, this is the first time in his entire fucking life that he’s got something to own, something that is his own, and he fully intends to keep it forever, no matter what.

#but yeah totally anon!! i completely see where you're coming from for sure #the todorokis are all a little messed up #shouto to me would probably not end up being like a full blown yandere but having several yandere tendencies #things he might not even *realize* aren't healthy or okay #it's not his fault that he never had a healthy relationship in his life!!! he's never seen one modelled!#hehe <3 he's a cutie #i miss him too anon :(#i hope ur having a good wednesday! i got like one hour of sleep HA HA #inky.shouto #inky.bb #clari gets mail #tw:yandere

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hellcatazura · 11 months

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I really like the challenge of doing non-canon fashion outfits for the characters I cosplay, and when I got these split tone Tripp pants I HAD to put Todoroki in them!

Photo: Stephie Scarlet

#cosplay #cosplayer #alternative #alt model #alt fashion #tripp pants #tripp nyc #black and white #half and half hair #mha todoroki #todoroki shoto #shoto todoroki #bnha todoroki #my hero academia cosplay #my hero academia #mha cosplay #azura rose

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approvedtrash · 1 year

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Smile Pretty for Us

Booking your first modeling job was supposed to be exciting. Thrilling even that you would be going all the way to Japan for this. You’d even have all expenses paid, but the kicker was your nerves. They were getting the best of you. Your first job was going to be with Pro Heroes. You were used to regular models. No quirks or fame of that height, and you weren’t finding out who until you got there.

Your brain was trying to wrap around the fact that this particular line was to showcase versatility of formal wear with Pro Hero antics. You really just hoped that it would be Deku with his sweet charm or maybe even Earphone Jack with her fun sense of style. Boy how wrong you were when you walked in and spotted ash blonde along with red and white split hair.

Dynamight and Shoto. Up and coming new Pro Heroes who just so happen to be fan favorites and personal favorites of yours. They were arguing with each other which you saw a lot of in interviews. Dynamight claiming that they aren’t friends while Shoto asks endlessly how they aren’t best friends.

You put your bag on the chair that had your name on it. Looked around at the bustling crew. Your assigned make up artist came up to you and introduced himself. Complimenting your skin and eyes. At that time you noticed how much quieter it got and realized two extra sets of eyes were now directed at you. You weren’t sure if they’d hear you from across the room so a small wave and bright smile is how you greeted them.

Shoto being the polite one smiled and waved back while Dynamight gave a head nod while his eyes grazed over your body. If that didn’t make you extra nervous. An hour later you had your hair and make up done and were about to get into your dress. A long beautiful silver dress with a slit up your left leg. Pair with black strappy heels and a simple bracelet set. Dangling diamonds fell from your ears and a simple black choker accented your neckline. You were stunning.

“Those two aren’t going to know what to do with you when they see you,” your stylist said. His lips curling up in a sly smirk.

“I assume just what the director wants, and thank you. I’ve never felt more beautiful that I do now,” you responded.

You were walking out and asked to stand for some lighting tests. You got to know the photographer and director in this time and were relaxing a bit. Until you heard the door slamming and more yelling.

“You took my tie you bastard, it matches my suit,” Dynamight yelled as he adjusted the collar on his open button shirt.

“You don’t even like anything around your neck, I’m doing you a favor really,” Shoto responded.

The blonde just growled in his direction continuing his venture but stopping dead in his tracks when his red eyes landed on you. Taking in every breath taking morsel that he could. His eyes dilated the red almost disappeared. Shoto being right behind him ended up not stopping in time and crashed into him while fiddling with his tie. When he looked to see why his friend had stopped a sharp inhale could be heard. His eyes went wide and his mouth dropped.

“Welcome gentlemen, thank you for joining. She’s gorgeous isn’t she?” The director announced.

Neither of them said anything so you took the first step.

“Hi there, sorry I didn’t introduce myself earlier. It’s so nice to meet you both,” you said sweetly. Extending your hand out to them both and walking towards them they snapped out of the trance.

“You’re so beautiful, it’s nice to meet you. Not that you weren’t beautiful before, I just -” Shoto was stammering on when an elbow was nudged into his side.

“What the IcyHot idiot means is that you’re going to be a joy to work with and get to know,” Dynamight said.

He took your out-stretched hand and kissed the top. Making you blush while watching his pearly white canines sparkle as he smirked.

“Right, it’s already been such a pleasure to be able to work with you,” Shoto responded with. He tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear while his piercing eyes captured yours.

“Let’s get started!” The photographer called delighted.

A few hours had passed and between solo shots and the two of them having some promo shots together along with duos of you separately with each hero it was decided to include all three of you. You could handle this, you were a professional and they would be too. They were pros and this was your job. Why would you be nervous about being close to two incredibly attractive and powerful heroes.

“Why don’t we have you in between our two heroes, Dynamight put a hand on her hip and Shoto if you could come in close and place a hand around the neck area,” he says.

Fuck.

“Tell me if you’re uncomfortable, this is supposed to be for fun and I can feel your heart rate increasing,” Shoto

You gulped, “It’s just a bit hot under the lights is all don’t you think?”

His right hand came up to your arm as he cooled it down and place it on your skin. Goosebumps littering your skin now as a shudder went down your spine.

“Better?” He whispered in your ear.

All you could do was nod. Dynamight couldn’t have your attention off of him for long. He moved to the side and was shielding you from the bright lights.

“Do you trust me?” He asked. His bright red eyes scanning your face for any doubt.

“Yes Dynamight, why wouldn’t I?” You responded.

He grinned and locked eyes with Shoto while he leaned in. His tongue meeting the flesh of your neck slowly and then he was blowing on the damp mark he made. You gasped and melted back into Shoto who was now holding you up.

“You respond well gorgeous, what else do you respond to?” Dynamight chuckled as he held your hip harder and lifted your leg.

“You’re going to scare her off, don’t listen to him beautiful, just keep breathing and this will come out natural,” Shoto whispered into your ear.

You let out a small groan as you felt their hands sliding on your skin. Shoto’s lips were close to your ear while Dynamight’s eyes were roaming the curve of your neck.

“Oh god! Wait, what’s happening right now,” you squrimed as your head came back to focus.

You heard some laughs and camera clicking. You looked over at the director and photographer who were smiling and looking at some shots.

“These are wonderful, if we could get a few more just candid shots I think we’ll be ready to go,” the photographer said.

The two heroes looked at each other then to you. Their brains always working at full speed while you were just trying to keep calm and not mess anything up. It was like the two were talking telepathically as they shifted hands and nods were exchanged.

“What’re you doing after this gorgeous?” Dyamight asked. His index finder going underneath your chin to lift your gaze to his.

“Probably lunch at my hotel and some rest, I came by myself so I’m going to enjoy this while I can,” you responded.

“No boyfriend or anything that came with you, to make sure you’re safe?” Shoto asked. His grip moving over your hip and his fingers digging into the flesh on your upper thigh.

“I don’t have a boyfriend, my agent booked everything for me and I’m old enough to travel by myself you know,” You huffed out.

They both smiled at that statement. Shoto’s teeth were grazing your shoulder and neck while he let out cool gusts of air to gauge your reaction. Dynamight still held your eyes as he leaned closer.

“This just made it my favorite shoot then,” he said and then leaned in more. His lips meeting yours instantly while Shoto bit down.

You were stunned but your hand went to Shoto’s thigh while the other went to Dynamight’s hair. Right at the nape of his neck. He pulled on your bottom lip as you two exchanged a few heated kisses. Then you heard the small explosion.

“What the fu-” you yelped but Shoto’s fingers caught your lips before you could finish your sentence.

“A dirty word coming out of such a pretty mouth, what are we going to do with that?” The half and half hero asked you.

You moaned and glanced around. Trying to figure out how you were pressed together between two of your favorite heroes in this predicament.

“That’s a wrap! The three of you make a wonderful team! We are going to be sure to request you for future shoots. Would you ever consider moving to Japan?” They asked.

The two had reluctantly pulled off of you giving you some space. They stayed close to you though. Listening intently to hear your answer.

“It’s been a pleasure, I’m sure it would be something I’d think about,” you explained.

After about thirty minutes of taking off the excessive make up and letting your hair down you got to change but keep the dress. A perk of working with designers that just wanted to get their name out there. You had everything ready when you heard a knock on the door. You wondered if it was the director but opening you were surprised to see the two heroes in their casual clothes.

“Oh, hi! It was great working with you both. You’re two of my favorite Japanese heroes,” you stumbled your words out.

Shoto smiled softly and said, “It was a delight to work with you and I hope that we can continue to work on future projects. You’re beautiful and talented and extremely professional.”

“It wouldn’t be the worst if I got to kiss you again either,” Dynamight added as he leaned in the doorway.

You glanced up, a red tinting your cheeks now. A huff came from Shoto as he glared at his blonde friend. The smug look on his face was enough that you could feel the temperature drop.

“I hope he wasn’t too forward, and I wasn’t either. We were told to try and get some candid shots that would sell,” Shoto explained.

“No trouble, I didn’t feel uncomfortable and I wouldn’t mind that either Dynamight,” you snipped back at him.

His hand went to lift your chin again, “Careful sweetheart, you don’t know what you’ll get yourself into, and it’s Katsuki.”

You were caught off guard by another hand turning your head towards the dual quirked hero. His lips again going to your ear to whisper, “I’d like the next one though.”

Placing a kiss on your lips you melted into his touch. Who were you to say no to your favorites.

#shoto todoroki #bakugo katsuki #todobakureader #bnha #mha #aged up characters #pro heroes #pro hero shoto #pro hero katsuki #dynamight #icy hot #flirty #model reader #my hero imagines

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bl0pers · 2 years

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mha w/ model s.o

Now hello there, :). This is interesting, because I was literally just scrolling through deku fluff: but anyways

Characters: katsuki bakugo, izuku midoriya (my baby <3), shoto todoroki, kaminari denki

warnings: fem. reader, do not proceed if you are uncomfortable. admiration, slight possessiveness (shoto, ikyk, i tried to switch things up here. bakugo too)

lessa go

katsuki bakugo

now you are one of a kind for modeling agencies.

and katsuki knows, i mean, who wouldn't pick you? random dumbass extra's, that's who.

but anyways, katsuki here is a pro-hero, but does he give one shit about taking a day off? no, not one.

back on track, actually. you are decked UP! i mean, decked, decked up. The makeup, clothing, hair, heels, earrings you name it. you look fly and fine girlie.

so, katsuki gets the best seat in the house, he should see you at your best angle. Actually...scratch that, all your angles are the best.

he gets a seat, and patiently goes through the models before you. yes, yes, they're all great, lovely designs. whatever, y'know?

and then there's you. now wait a damn minute. holy shit, you're really fucking hot.

he has his mouth open with the corners going upwards. now he knew you were going to be the best of the best, but when he saw you? ma`am, if you don't stop leveling up, he might just die of adoration.

the walk was flawless, not a single step of hesitation. you were confident, and a literal goddess .

after the show he immediately wrapped his arms around you to make sure no random ass extra walked up to you, asking for your number, because he had that shit first! Finders keepers, losers weepers. he even held your waist as you both walked to his car.

but guess what? also after the show, and maybe during the show, katsuki bakugo fell in love all over again. just like in UA

izuku midoriya

may i just start off by saying, your man izuku here? worships you like a goddess. literally, will give you the most polite kisses ever. a kiss to the back of the hand, cheek, neck, your lips if he feels confident.

but boy oh boy, he was anything but confident right now. he was down bad for you. ladies, if you want someone who will literally run across the world to get you a heating pad while you're on your period, izuku midoriya is the man you should get.

like i said, man is trying to look at you respectfully, he really is! poor baby, can't stop his eyes from wandering, you're just too beautiful >:( !

but yeah, he watches as you strut like you own the damn place, and izuku can read a room very well. and the audience is looking at you like you not only own the room, but everyone in it. you go girl.

right after the show he pulls out his phone and asks you to model walk back to him. and he records everything.

you don't fail to notice the cherry redness on his cheek. clever you!

whenever he can, izuku watches that video and thinks, that all the time you practiced that walk around the house, was totally worth it.

shoto todoroki

Now this man is hot and cold about this. you being a model? good for you, he'll totally support you. but you being open to everyone? eh...not for him.

but he comes nonetheless. he's supportive and he'll act like it.

so, he gets, there, takes a seat, makes light conversation with the people around him., you know, the usual ho-ha.

and then you show up. you know the saying "first is the worst, second is the best, thrid is the one with the wedding dress" ? the one from elementary school? yep.

but you're first of the models, and you are definitely not the worst, and shoto will definitely put you in a wedding dress.

this man doesn't show his emotion as clearly as everyone else, but when you see him staring at you, oh my goodness gracious me, he is head over heels for you.

shoto doesnt watch the other models, he just stares at the stage pretending to watch them as your image and walk is just looping in his mind .

shoto todoroki, in the end, realizes that he really really loves you

kaminari denki

this man is not only head over heels for you, he is head over everything else.

actually, he'll walk into the area with a smug ass look on his face.

to be honest, he's happy to have you, but when people start whispering at pointing at him and giggling, when gets a bit too arrogant. a prohero, so you should've expected this, but you...are going to humble this man so hard.

so models pass, yada-yada, great job to them. Then there's you.

you know how denki goes into the "over-worked" mode? Yeah that's him right now.

if he was wearing shades, he would've taken them off so fast.

he's eyes are blown wide, baby. like, wide wide.

he starts to smile and cheers you on among the clapping of the audience.

he starts to tell the people around him that you're his girlfriend, partner, wife, fiance, etc. you see what he's doing and it's sorta adorable.

"THAT'S MY BABY RIGHT THERE!! WOOOO!" you can imagine.

and then after the show, he grabs you into a hard kiss. Like, that shit came in like a wrecking ball.

and repeatedly kisses your neck, cheek, shoulder, forehead, and whatever else.

with each one, he says "gorgeous, beautiful, amazing, show-stopping, hot, really, fucking, hot." y'know. The usual <3.

he's so cute, you forget to humble him and go straight to your car.

you still got makeup on, but who cares.

at every red light, denki just stares at you.

you ask him what's going on and this smug ass man replies.

"I'm afraid that if I don't stare, i'll be blinded by the ugliness of the world. so I stare at you because you're fucking gorgeous y/n, what other reason?" and you just turn into a gushy mess <3

so denki sees you're a gushy mess and comes back to the day you both confessed in UA, at the same time.

"I like you denki-"

"I like you y/n-" well now that was awkward...

but denki can't help but smile, because everyday, he wants to make you feel like the first day you guys truly fell in love, because who doesn't like that feeling?

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piiomoxxer · 7 months

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It’s about time best boy got his own model! A friend of mine commissioned this for @ameljoe07 on Twitter!

#natsuo todoroki #bnha natsuo #natsuo #todoroki natsuo #natsuo bnha #natsuo mha #mha natsuo #natsu todoroki #todoroki natsu #3d model #3d render

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larabeedrawin · 1 year

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For the fic Perfect Little Flaws (NSFW) as part of the 2021 Izuku Big Bang 📸

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cloudyvulpine · 2 years

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i recently rediscovered that Natsuo likes the ocean and now i cant stop thinking about Natsuo being a surfer dude

#you walk into his house which is NOWHERE NEAR THE BEACH and it looks like youre in a beach house #probably used a broken surfboard as a tv stand #he has ocean and/or surfing themed plates #definitely has ocean decorations everywhere #surrounding his tv alone he has like 20 different shark models #he probably made a necklace with shark teeth and sea shells #please just imagine him talking like a surfer dude too-#him saying shit like cowabunga radical or gnarly is so fucking funny #bnha natsuo #mha natsuo #todoroki natsuo #natsuo todoroki #bnha #mha #bnha headcanons #mha headcanons

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ar-knightinsourarmor · 2 years

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Casually steps on the dash looking like this ( for absolutely no reason ).

#( super model shoto who's just natural at it )#— (tag tba) bnha.#— todoroki shoto | clothe yourself in beauty untold and see life as a means to a triumph

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uravichii · 1 year

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pov: you're drop-dead gorgeous (and they don't know how to deal with it)

character/s: bakugo katsuki, shinsou hitoshi, kaminari denki, todoroki shouto

genre: fluff, crack (?), them hyping u up like there's no tomorrow, uhh reader wears makeup 🤕

notes: this is for all u pretty mfs aka all of u whether u believe it or not YOU ARE PRETTY AMD HOT AND AMAZING 😡‼️ also disclaimer: the boys love u not just for your face. they think you're so cool for being beautiful inside n out and this is just them appreciating the out 🧎‍♀️

bakugo katsuki thinks you're so pretty that his only response to it is to be angry. he'd watch intently the way you'd smooth your clothes down and cutely fiddle with your hair in the mirror as if there's even anything to fix. he'll cup your pretty face in his hands and squeeze your cheeks together (cuteness aggression probably), "tell me why you're so fucking pretty all the time? what are you so pretty for, huh?!"

bakugo katsuki would always watch you do your makeup and hair and then slip into the prettiest clothes only you can pull off and he's just mesmerized by the whole thing.

"katsuki, please stop drooling and get dressed. we're gonna be late."

his only response is: "fuck off."

because he can never deny nor hide the fact that he constantly admires you every chance he gets. he storms his way to you and snatches a shimmery eyeshadow from your makeup bag. "tch, you don't even need any of this shit."

"you don't like it, katsuki?" you stare up at him doe-eyed, easily making his heart skip a beat.

"h-hah?! i didn't say that!" he shoves it to your hand, "now do this glittery shit next!"

and you just ditch whatever plans you'd made and spend the rest of the night trying on different makeup looks. he'll insist that you sit on his lap while you doll yourself up just because, and you gladly do so but then you both end up wearing a full face of glam makeup 🧍‍♀️ he doesn't know how he just let it happen but he's like, "whatever makes you fucking happy, y/n."

he then proceeds to tell you that, "every one of those ugly extras should grovel at your feet, worship the ground you walk on, and then beg for your forgiveness."

"forgive them for what?"

he stares blankly at you. "for breathing the same air as you."

bakugo katsuki's not active on social media at all but on his instagram, his first and only post is a photo dump of just youー the selfies you took on his phone, your date outfits, candid photos (by courtesy of bakugo katsuki) of you smiling at a stray cat, the power nap you took on his shoulder, and his favorite one by far: a photo of you wearing his black tank top that completely swallows you up, holding up two little peace signs on your cheeks.

and of course, he captions it, "u and ur ugly ass wish u were y/n."

shinsou hitoshi is convinced he's dating a model. he doesn't know how it happened, but he is a little proud of whatever the hell was in him that managed to rizz you up.

he thinks you look amazing in absolutely anything. so when you go clothes shopping together, he casually picks up all types of clothes from the racks until there's a whole pile of them in his arms.

when you shoot him a questioning look about it, he only says, "think you'll look amazing in these, babe."

he also picks up some accessories and just wears them on youー hats, sunglasses, hair pins, and you just let him because each time you let him accessorize you, he gives those little comments like, "amazing." "cute" "this one's tacky; i put it on you as a joke but you pull it off for some reason." "yes. slayed." he made you wear cat ears one time and he just melts right there, immediately taking a photo of you for his new lockscreen.

it bothers shinsou hitoshi a lot when people stare at you even when they can clearly see his hand on the small of your back. he'll slide closer to you and kiss the top of your head all the while he gives them a death stare he wishes he could do more.

he squeezes your waist a little to call your attention.

"hm? what's up, hitoshi?"

he looks at you blankly, taking in your features in awe as if for the first time again. then he stuffs your face into his chest, your legs staggering as you grab a hold of his forearms.

"hey, what are you doing?" you giggle in his chest. he's relieved you can't see his flushed cheeks. "hitoshiii"

"you're too good for this world, y/n. i need to start gatekeeping you."

what blows shinsou hitoshi's mind the most is how you're probably unaware of your effect on him, no matter how many times he's called you all synonyms of the word, 'beautiful'

he's sat on the couch, a tiny smile of adoration tugging on his lips when he sees you running up to him. your eyes brim with excitement as you call his name, truly the prettiest ones he's ever seen.

"something happened?ー" he pauses when you lean your face so close to his. he sinks back into the couch as the tips of ears start to turn red.

it takes a moment until he realizes that you're showing off the purple eyeshadow you had done on yourself, batting your eyelashes at him as you wait for his response bc right now he's just staring at you like 😦💘‼️‼️‼️

"it's the one you picked out from the mall yesterday. is it pretty?"

"y/n." his hands slowly find their way to your waist, "i don't believe you're real sometimes. you are possibly the most beautiful person i've ever seen."

"really?"

"god," he pulls you by the waist until you're sat on his lap, your legs straddling him. "you have no idea."

remember how bakugo said all those extras should be groveling at your feet and worshipping you? yeah, it's kaminari denki. he worships you.

he thinks you're beautiful and he's LOUD about it.

he's constantly bragging about you to his friends and showing off your photos (if you're comfy w/ that), "oh this? oh yeah, this is is y/n, the coolest, funniest, drop dead gorgeous, most ethereal person on earth and they're dating ME."

and bakugo would just grab his phone and knock it against his head with a thud 🤕, "WE FUCKING GET IT. NOW, SHUT UP, DUMBASS."

he'll rub his head while cackling, "whatever, i'm dating Y/N. who cares about anything if you're dating y/n?"

kaminari denki doesn't love you just for your beauty though. you're not just some eye candy to him. if someone ever called you one though, you bet he's zapping their ass and with the whole bakusquad by his side because somehow they feel obligated to protect you now too. 🧍‍♀️ (denki's effect)

and just as much as he compliments your beauty everyday, he never forgets to let you know how beautiful your heart is too. in fact, he calls you 'angel' because how could someone be this beautiful and be so kind and caring to him at the same time?

"sometimes.." he looks up pensively from his lap where you lay your head, "i feel like i've been blessed by the heavens when i got to date you.

"denkiー"

"don't even think i'm exaggerating, y/n!" he pokes your cheek when you turn your head to look at him, "you're amazing. i don't know what i did for you to give me a chance."

there are times though when a part of kaminari denki feels a little insecure because he thinks he looks quite stupid next to you, and it doesn't help either that the bakusquad never lets him hear the end of it 😔

"denki, you don't look stupid because you're next to me. you do that on your own."

"aww, thank yー hol' up." 🤨

he's pouting but you immediately wipe that off by apologizing and peppering his face with kisses, ending it with a loud smooch on his lips with a "mmmwah!"

kaminari denki now can't remember what you're even apologizing for in the first place.

you and todoroki shouto are so beautiful, the visuals are blinding 😩 you'd walk to your classroom together, him opening the door for you and you smiling at him, lovingly squeezing his arm as a silent 'thank you,' and people just stare with their mouths agape, not knowing who exactly to be jealous of.

shouto definitely stares the most though until it concerns midoriya, "t-todoroki-kun, you haven't moved in three minutes. are you okay?" because he might as well have drawn hearts on his eyes and stab an arrow to his heart with the way he looks at you.

todoroki shouto always kisses your eyes, nose, cheeks, hair, and your lips, of course, just to let you know how beautiful he thinks they are.

he thinks whatever you do or wear is so pretty, hence, the many, many photos of you on his phone. his lockscreen changes every 2 days because everyday he just gets a prettier shot of you, and he always shows them to you and to his friends and siblings ☹️ because everyone, including you, should appreciate what a beauty you are!

"this looks great! you'd make a great photographer, shouto" you lean in to kiss his cheek, immediately sending a flush across his face.

"well..." he looks to the ground, the feeling of your lips still lingering on his right cheek. "that's all you... you're beautiful. i don't know how it has anything to do with me, but thank you."

and then he leans closer, tilting his head to the side to silently ask for another kiss. you laugh softly at this, and when you cup his cheeks in your hands and start planting kisses all over his face the way he does to you, shouto confirms it in his mindー y/n is an angel.

todoroki shouto would get a little overboard with the photos though because he'll spam that button and keep every single one. when you ask why keep the blurry ones, he explains, "that's still a photo of you. why would i delete it?"

he also has a photo of his point of view from when he had his head on your lap. he said he wanted to capture "the happiest moment of his life." you convince yourself it's sweet but it's literally just a photo of your chin in a weird angle.

"shouto, that's just my chin."

he looks at you dead in the eye. "y/n, you have a lovely chin."

you call him a weirdo, which surprises him a little, but then you drape your arms around his neck and pepper kisses all over his face again because who else in the world would say that to you?

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