Dabi And Reader Are Making Out And It Gets Heater When Readers Ex Keeps Calling And They Finally Answer

dabi and reader are making out and it gets heater when readers ex keeps calling and they finally answer and dabi just continues kisses all over while they attempt to tell the ex off

I may or may not have gone over-board.. oops

It started too piss you off, one or two calls you could deal with.. but fuck 54?? Yeah, no, and you could tell Dabi was getting sick and tired of hearing your ringtone go off plus the vibration of messages. It was really starting to piss him off too. Dabi prides himself on being mostly calm and having good composure. But when he couldn't even fuck his pretty girl in peace? That crossed a line. I mean come the fuck on, he couldn't even make his pretty pussy cum for him without a barrage of texts and calls from your blatantly stupid ex, I mean they really didn't get the idea that you wanted them too fuck?

His breaking point was when he had just made you cum on his tongue, fuck you were so happy too finally cum after the hour of accidental edging you were receiving from Dabi stopping to silence your phone. You had pleaded with Dabi to turn your phone off so that he could just fuck you already, but he had blown you off and just silenced it. Smirking at you too just wait because he had an idea. That was never really good though, because it meant you got caught in the cross-fire.

He loved doggy, truly he did. It gave him a perfect of your ass bouncing back against his cock, as you pleaded with him too fuck you harder. Gave him perfect access to slap your ass and pull your hair, allowed him to lean over you and get deeper as he whispered in your ear. "Just like that doll, just like that- fuckkk so good. Tightest fuckin' pussy, your ex will never feel this shit again, you understand me?" You try to nod for him, let him know that you understand. But it's truly all in vain because his grip is tight on your hair, using it as leverage to pull you back against him faster, hair threatening to rip at the roots.

"Speak pretty baby, tell me you understand, yeah? Unless you don't wanna cum anymore, hm? Is that what you want baby?" You shake your head "no," fucking yourself backwards on his dick, whining at him, "no, no Dabi.. it's not what I want, wanna cum on your cock. Please let me, please please please-" He pushes your face into the pillow to shut you up. Pillow being drenched in you tears and spit as you feel sweat running down your neck.

"Alright, alright baby, you can cum- fuck squeeze me like that again babydoll." he whines so pretty in your ear as you hiccup when his lithe fingers reach around and start rolling your clit around, slapping at your xlit when you try too pull away, whining at him that it's, "too much Dabi, gonna cum too quick.. haa fuck." He presses a wet kiss to your cheek when you reach behind you and try to slap at his chest, but he just leans back and grabs both of your arms and puts them in a cross behind your back. It's all so fucking good, he fucks you so good, his prince albert piercing fucking into your sweet spot so good.

But then it happens again, that loud, ugly cry coming from your phone to alert you of an incoming call and Dabi huffs out a laugh. There's an annoyed whine bubbling in your throat when Dabi pulls out but you settle down when he pats your ass a couple times. He grabs your phone and chooses the facetime option before he throws the phone over to you. You quickly try to move the phone away from you and covering your chest but Dabi just rips your hands away and tosses your phone to the side before he puts you back in position, with your ass in the air. Slipping his cock back inside he picks up your phone while he fucks into you.

"I was waiting for you too call, you can't take a hint, can you fucker?" There's shuffling on the other side of the phone before Dabi grabs you by the hair and pulls your head back. "Ah ah, don't you fuckin' hang up now, dumb fuck. You're gonna watch as I fuck my pussy and hopefully then you get the hint when she cums on my dick, yeah?" Dabi moves the phone in front of your face as he fucks into you harder, and all your ex sees is your eyes crossed as drool spills down your chin. Your mouth left in an 'o' as he chuckles at your loud whines, hickeys covering your neck and chest, your close.. fuck so close. But Dabi pulls the phone back and hangs up as you cum, head falling forward as you scream into the pillow.

Dabi cums inside after a few seconds later as he bites into your shoulder. Grunting in your ear as you shake, chest heaving as your vision goes blurry. It takes a couple minutes for you to recover, Dabi pulls out and falls to the side, moving you so that your face is buried in his chest. When you finally catch your breath you lean up to kiss him, "you hung up? I thought you were gonna teach them a lesson?" Dabi huffs out a laugh, moving your sweaty hair away from your face. "I did, but I wasn't gonna let them watch you cum for me. I'm the only one allowed too see that shit, but... if it doesn't deter them, I can always set them on fire, babydoll."

In yandere DabiHawks poly fics, reader is always clinging to Hawks.. I mean it's understandable. Hawks is friendlier, more open, outwardly affectionate and he's something Dabi struggles with... he's caring. But putting that aside, what if reader clung to Dabi instead 🤔

Dabi has always been intense, cerulean eyes that stare into your soul, big hands that like to grab at your throat- pull at your hair, the power to wield the brightest, bluest flames you've ever seen- and oh oh don't forget, he's not skinny and scrawny, he's packing quite a bit of muscle under his clothes. Everything about him screams, "STAY AWAY" and "RUN." But you obviously don't see the warning signs that are so blatantly there or you just really don't care, Dabi's not sure yet. Hawks despises it though, he's the hero, the good guy- he protects civilians from people like Dabi for fucks sake, so why do you cling to Dabi so fucking much, hm? Anytime they both come home Hawks hugs you and while you do reciprocate, it's half-assed. Giving him a loose hug before twisting out of his grip to run towards Dabi and jump on him, basically making out with him while Hawks has too watch and sneer. "Hey babydoll, you miss me, hm? You nod at him, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him, fisting at Dabis hair to keep him close. Dabi chuckles, slipping his tongue into your mouth as he opens his eyes to stare at Hawks, the ladder scoffs and walks away. At first, when Hawks and Dabi come to the agreement to share you and had taken you away, brought you to Hawks nice penthouse with a beautiful overlook of the city, Hawks was so sure you would favor him. It had taken you a little while to even warm up to them but for you to cling to Dabi when he was so mean to you at first pisses Hawks off and you make it so obvious you prefer Dabi. You don't even kiss Hawks, just a peck before he leaves for work and then you're bouncing over to Dabi with a gleam in your eye, plopping down on his lap as Hawks leaves more irritated then before. Hawks couldn't even explain how many times he's come home from an exhausting day of hero work to see you riding Dabi, grinding down on his cock as you whine like a bitch in heat, screaming Dabis name, begging to cum on Dabis cock.. but no, no, never Hawks. The only reason you let him kiss you is because you're so cock drunk on Dabi that you don't notice. Head thrown back as you whine, eyes screwed shut tightly with your nails making pretty red lines on Dabis chest. That's one of the only times Hawks can kiss you and even then, Dabi still smirks in his face, cause he knows, he knows you don't really like Hawks and he uses that. Dabi will fuck you over the kitchen table, timing your orgasm to when Hawks walks through the door. Just for him to scowl as you scream for Dabi. For the months you've been here, Hawks has never fucked you by himself, Dabi is always in the room or even inside you. You don't make a fuss when Hawks makes out with your pussy only because Dabi has you occupied with his tongue in your mouth and a hand around your throat. "There you go baby, letting the little hero eat your pretty pussy, huh?" Hawks glances up at you from his place between your legs, you nod at Dabi, not looking away from him as you continue to kiss him, licking at his tongue. That. That shit pisses off Hawks, he's taking the time out of his day to make your pretty pussy cum for and you don't even look at him. That won't fly with Hawks and he makes sure you know that as he slaps your clit a couple times. It has you keening backwards, into Dabis chest, whining out as you attempt to arch away. "You disrespectful bitch, I'm eating your pussy, making you cum in my mouth and all you can say is Dabi.. are you fuckin serious slut?" He pushes himself up from his stomach, grabbing you by your throat to pull you towards him. "You're so far up his fucking ass you won't even kiss me, won't tell me you love me or even hug me.. but you'll do all that and more for that prick, won't you bitch?" You try to thrash around, reaching towards Dabi and whining for him but that just pisses Hawks off more. Hawks pulls you towards the edge of the bed and pins you down. "You'll learn to love me angel, I'll make sure of that."

Bro, huh? Could you imagine reading the most disgusting smut of your life, like that shit has you aching and then the writer goes in too detail about how the reader limped to the toilet and pissed? Realistically it's not sanitary, sure. But you know what's not realistic either? Getting your back blown in and then walking just fine the next day. Or doing multiple front-flips and then landing in a split or the fictional characters dick. It's just for fun.

Dear smut writers: ANYONE WITH ANYONE ELSE'S FLUIDS INSIDE OF THEM HAS TO DRAIN IT OUT. STOP WITH THIS IMMEDIATELY-FALLING-ASLEEP SHIT, IT ISN'T REASONABLE. IT IS UNHYGIENIC TO KEEP IT IN THERE. FIX YOURSELVES.

This man burns the sheets when he cums. Especially if you're riding him, his head thrown back, tight grip on the soaked sheets as he whimpers... hands always moving. He can never keep still when he's about to cum, especially if you're overstimulating his cock, continously pulling orgasm after orgasm out of him. He panting like dehydrated dog, running his hands over your thighs, slapping your ass, playing with your pretty tits. He just can't. keep. still. So in turn, anytime he tries too touch you, you bat his hands away, so now his only hold on reality is the ruined sheets, pulling so harshly they start to tear at the seams, and that's when you smell it. Burnt cloth filling your lungs as you catch blue flames in the corner of your eyes.

He's shaking, body convulsing as he whines. Thighs shaking as the sheets start to burn, back arching while his eyes roll back. Pleasding for you too keep going, let him fill you up again, tight, wet cunt squeezing him for everything he's worth. Your nails scratching nasty, red marks down his chest. Sweaty strands of white hair sticking to his forehead as cerulean eyes stare up at you, onyx swallowing the blue whole.

"Please baby... fuckkk- keep going, yeah, yeah- just like that. Tightest fucking cunt, you want my cum so bad, don't you slut, huh?... mmhm shit." And of course, "sorry for the sheets babe, I'll buy you new ones pretty girl."

@dabislittlemouse I keep reading and re-reading your "riding dabi" post. He's so fucking pretty, also I feel like he gets tired from over-using his quirk so he'll have you ride him quite often.

The little foot taps 😭😭

Todoroki Touya

Bnha S7E3

Imagine Dabi kidnaps you and he's actually really sweet. Besides the kidnapping, he could be actual boyfriend/husband material. Like he hasn't hurt you physically and it kind of fucks with your head a bit. He provides everything you need to live plus more. And you don't have to worry about surviving anymore. Since you were kidnapped dare you say more relaxed than ever. So, you put up with it and eventually develop Stockholm syndrome fr.

I don't think this was a request BUT I genuinely can't stop thinking about this, I love when he's so soft.

You despised him at first when he took you away, but it got better, Dabi told you it would. He told you that if you behaved that he would take care of you, treat you like a princess. Dabi truly loved you, he just wanted you to understand that and he would do anything to make you understand. It took a little while with punishments here and there but it worked. When he came home, you were there to greet him with open arms. Telling him how much you missed him, kissing him, nuzzling into his chest. Dabi could truly say, that for once in his life he truly felt happy, at peace... like he finally was enough for someone.

It felt.. nice, to be around Dabi, he was comforting in a way. Brushed your hair for you, braided it, let you sit with him on the balcony as he smoked. It was nice to just sit and talk about things with him, smelling the mid-night air as you leaned against his chest. He smelled nice, the smell of cigarettes now becoming a comfort, the sick smell of ash that had you wrinkling your nose now had you clinging to him, shoving your nose into his jacket. Dabi truly became someone of comfort for you, holding you close on cold nights. Kissing your head when the thunder sounded too loud on some nights.

You don't remember falling asleep, but then again, no one does. His side of the bed was warm though, so that had too mean he was home now, throwing the comforter off you go looking for him, and sure enough, he was out on the balcony, smoking. He truly looked ethereal, his eyes relaxed, shining a beautiful cerulean, head thrown back, dyed black hair a little tousled from scarred hands running through it. Dabi truly is a sight to behold.

Opening the sliding door, he looks up at you as you step out, closing it behind you so that bugs don't get it. He wraps an arm around you as you walk towards him, plopping down into his lap as blows the smoke away from you. "How you feeling doll, you sleep good?" There's a nod from you as you bury your face into his chest, inhaling that sweet smell of ash you've come to adore so much. The smell always makes you think of him, an automatic comfort it brings you is a stress-relief.

"How was work," you ask him softly, running your hands through his hair. He inhales through his nose before sighing, "It was fine, tiring, but fine." You can tell, he sounds exhausted, looks exhausted too. You kiss him, running your hands up and down the nape of his neck, he shudders at that, pecking your cheek. His right hand running up and down your back, drawing little patterns every now and again.

"...can I hit it," he glances at you, then looks at the cigarette, the tip burning a bright blue. He hums at you, holding it to your lips as you inhale the smoke. Holding it for a couple seconds, you blow it out away from his face. He pushes some of your hair behind you ear, mouthing at your neck. "You feel better pretty girl, hm?" His voice is always a welcome, low and deep, sounding so apathetically pretty.

"Yeah, thank you," he hums again, kissing at your collar bone as he runs a hand through your hair. He kisses your cheek before giving a couple pats to your ass, "come on, up, I'm tired doll, lets head in."