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Dabi x reader

category: fluff?

A.N: TW for cursing and a lil out of character Dabi?? Dabi is a todoroki theory in this. The reader has a glass quirk, where she can produce glass shards, without hurting herself. That's all, I guess. Happy birthday to my favorite bastard boy!

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"When will u be here?" sent 2 hours ago.

"U showing up or what?" sent about an hour ago.

"Okay, more cake for me!" sent 40 minutes ago.

"Dabi?" sent 26 minutes ago.

"Is everything okay?" sent a minute ago.

You didn't know if he would show up anymore. You expected him to show up, but with Dabi you could never be sure.

You stared at the watch, as if it was guilty of how you were feeling. It was already past 12pm and you were sitting there, like a fool with a cake you spent hours baking and decorating and a gift you thought was perfect for him. Hell, you took a day off work to make it all perfect, and with being a pro-hero you couldn't really do "days off" and it was an exception you made just for him.

Now you were thinking it was all just useless way of spending a day. Dabi didn't care. And he wouldn't care about all you did even if he showed up, either.

With every passing minute cake looked worse and worse in your eyes and you were even starting to doubt about the gift choice.

You reached for the TV remote and mindlessly turned on TV, to distract yourself.

"Half an hour. If he doesn't show up until 12:30, I'm going to bed." you thought to yourself, watching the scene that was unfolding in front of you on TV.

It was reporter, talking about an incident that started about half a hour ago in pretty busy area of the city. You weren't really paying attention to details, well not until you heard the reporter say "League of villains".

Your eyes widened, now actually focusing on what was going on.

The footage cut to a big, pro-hero agency building, that was swallowed up by masmerizing blue flames. "The details are yet to be learned, but the police are sure that a perticular person with a fire quirk from the league of villains is the one who caused fire." commented the reporter, looking worried.

The footage then showed a pro-hero, you recognized the second you saw him. Endeavour looked so mad, that you felt as if his stare burnt right through the TV screen. He turned away from the reporter, trying to talk to him

"Pro-hero Endeavour refused to talk and when asked about the situations and what are his speculations about who did it, he just said that he will kill the bastard that did this!" reported the woman, looking shocked "Not quite a words that we were expecting from no.1 hero, but you can't really blame him after-"

You turned off the TV, sinking back into the couch. Your breathing was becoming uneven, your thoughts racing at the speed of light.

He finally did it. You always thought that he was joking when he told you of his plans. You sort off brushed it off, because you didn't think that he would be so reckless. Oh god, what if they will catch him?

How could he be so reckless? Didn't he even think of you? How much would it hurt you? You didn't have anyone, besides him, didn't he have even a little bit of care?

Tears prickled your eyes and you slowly curled into a ball on your couch. Was he okay? Was he hurt? Did they catch him-

You were pulled away from your thoughts by the sound of your window sliding open.

You didn't even think, you were already on your feet, turning to the widely open window, your hands raised, ready to attack whoever was there, more tears streaming down your face. Oh gosh, couldn't you just stop crying already?

When that person started climbing through the window you just unleashed your quirk, without a care for your apartment. All the worries, all the pain, all your emotions were unleashed with a wave of big, sharp glass shards, pointed to that person, that dared to disturb you at such a bad time.

A sharp intake of air burned your lungs, when a sizzling wall of blue flames made you jump back. All your glass shards turned into dust in seconds and it felt like the room became at least a hundred degrees higher.

"THE FUCK!?" a gruff, grating voice shouted.

Your eyes widened, once you realised who was the owner of that voice. You fell to your knees, unable to hold your own weight. The wave of relief washed over you, but it was soon changed with burning rage.

Dabi stood in front of you, wearing the same expression he always had. His jacket was torn up in few places and there was shallow cut on his face, just under his right eye.

You took a small look at him and then continued to stare at the floor, afraid of what you'll say if you opened your mouth.

"What the fuck was that?" he asked again, taking a step towards you.

You didn't want him to see you like that, so you slowly stood up, trying to keep your eyes on the floor and to stop your tears from flowing.

"Answer me, goddamnit! with that he took a few sudden strides towards you and with his hot hand, reached your trembling chin, quickly lifting it up, not letting you turn away your e/c eyes from him, his other hand grabbing yours in almost bruising grip.

"Answer me." he repeated, trying to sound less irritated, but failing.

"I thought they cought you." you mumbled under your breath.

"Eh?"

"I thought they cought you!" you shouted, tearing yourself away from his grasp, and putting some distance between him and yourself.

"Why the fuck would you think that?!" barked Dabi "You know me better than that! You know I wouldn't get into hands of those stupid cops!"

You clenced your hands into fists, fingernails digging into palms, to calm yourself.

"Maybe I don't, Dabi! I didn't think you would do something so reckless, but here you are, running around and burning buildings!"

Dabi inhaled, small flames dancing around his tightly clenched fists.

"It wasn't reckless, I planned everything. I'm not as stupid as you, apparently, think." there was something resembling a grin on his face.

You brushed away your tears with the sleeve of your sweater. His sweater. You didn't even notice you were wearing one of his.

"I don't think you're stupid, Dabi, you perfectly know that." you blurted out "I just... Do you know how much it worries me to hear them mentioning your name in News? Do you know how much it hurts me to think that you're cought every time they announce they got another villain?" You don't even think about me, do you?" your words came out with a shriek, unable to hide your tears anymore.

"I do think about you, y'know? I think about you every time I hear about an injured pro-hero, I think about you every time that hand job sends us on another mission to deal with heroes." Dabi exhaled, slowly speaking.

Dabi never told you any of this. He was always pretty cold and not into "all that sentimental shit" as he had said.

"I do care about you, Y/N." Dabi repeated, and you raised your eyes at the mention of your name. Dabi usually prefered using one of many nicknames he had for you.

"Why did you burn Endeavour's agency, then?" you asked, now staring straight into Dabi's burning electric-blue gaze.

"A birthday gift for myself. How better to celebrate my birthday than ruining my old-man's agency, huh?" Dabi grinned, not a care in the world.

You didn't want to say anything more about that. You know what kind of asshole, the so called hero was. You know how much pain he caused to the man, standing in front of you. You didn't really blame Dabi for wanting some type of revenge.

"Just... Please, Dabi, don't..."

"Don't worry you like that again, dollface?"

You nodded, slowly taking a step towards him. He understood what you wanted and wrapped his long, warm arms around your frame. You wrapped your own around his waist, burying your face into his jacket, that smelled like freshly lit fireplace.

"You stink." you mumbled into his jacket.

"You were worried about me a second ago and now you're already complaining?" he raised an eyebrow "I can let you go, if you don't like hugging me so much, babe."

"No, I can stand a smell of a burnt chicken nugget if that means you can hold me for a little longer."

Dabi hid his small smile in your hair, feeling the lingering smell of your shampoo.

You felt raven-haired man's arms loosening around your frame and you clung into him tighter, not wanting to let go yet.

"Wait, babydoll, is that a cake I see here?"

You slowly nodded and his smile widened, letting you go completly.

"You don't deserve cake right now, don't think that one hug will make you innocent, Dabi!"

"But it's my birthday, I think I really do deserve it." beamed blue-eyed man. "Oi, did you write Happy birthday daddy on it, doll?"

Your cheeks turned poppy-red.

"It's happy birthday Dabi, you blind fuck."

"Mm, I think I like the first option better."

You smacked his hand playfully. He could be so smug, when he wanted.

"Unpack the gift, then you'll get some cake." you ordered, taking neatly wrapped box and giving it to him.

Dabi didn't waste any time admiring all the hard work you put into wrapping it (and you tried to wrap it for really fucking lot, because gift wrapping was a pain in the ass) and just tore off the paper, opening the box and revealing it's content.

There was a neatly folded jacket there. It wasn't as tacky as the one he was currently wearing and didn't look as if it was made in the dark by a blind tailor.

"A jacket, love? Is it because you have a great foresight, or because you just like to steal my sweaters to the point that there arent't any left in my closet?"

"You can't prove anything, staple-face."

He grinned, taking a better look at the jacket. It was a simple, long black jacket with a few decorative staples on it.

"A great sense of humour, doll."

"Knew you would like it." you nodded, smugly.

Then you both ate the cake, that wasn't really tasty, but wasn't that bad either. Dabi straight up said it tasted like shit, but ate every single bite of his piece.

You put on a horror movie you liked and Dabi didn't even argue anymore, maybe wanting to make-up for worrying you. You rested your head on his shoulder and he put his arm around your waist, pulling you closer and not even five minutes into the movie he was out like a light. You smiled, looking at him, a little bit of cake icing on his lips, that were slightly open.

It wasn't perfect, the relationship with Dabi. It was worry, it was arguments, it was tears, but it was also happiness and moments like these... Well, moments like these made you remember why you fell in love with a villain.

"Happy birthday, Dabi." you quietly whispered, kissing his forehead and closing your eyes, feeling his warmth against your body.

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Mistakes and consequences

Dabi x reader

Category: smut

Warnings: dub-con, mouth-fucking, throat-fucking, slight choking, cheating, Dabi being an asshole.

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You woke up from a hard pounding in your head. It felt as if someone was hitting it with a hammer.

You slowly lifted your head up from a dirty pillow, shivering. A big t-shirt was the only thing covering your bare body.

Your throat was as dry as a desert. You needed to get some water. You wondered wherever Hawks was already at work or not.

That's when it hit you. It wasn't your or Hawks's aparment. It wasn't your bed either.

The hand that had snaked up its way around your waist, and the chest your back was pressed against wasn't Hawks's either.

Suddenly feeling light-headed, you almost jump from your position. But the hand kept you steady in your place.

You felt as if your heart was going to jump from your chest. Literally. A scream was stuck somewhere in your throat, so all you were able to do is let out a small whimper.

"Why so fast to leave, doll?" a low, painfully familiar voice broke the silence.

Your eyes quickly trailed up the hand still holding your waist. Metal staples holding the scarred skin and normal, slight tanned flesh together could only belong to one person.

Dabi.

You knew him as a friend of Hawks and of course, an infamous villain with a kill count probably higher than he count of people he had fucked. Maybe not.

Why were you in one bed with Dabi? Why were you with Dabi, in the first place?

Trying to remember what lead you to this stupid, rom-com situation you were in, you desperately tried to recall what happened last night.

Nothing.

It felt as if someone wiped your head sparkly clean, leaving not one memory from last night's events.

You needed answers, but first, you needed to get away from him. The way his hand was so posessively holding you made you shiver. It almost felt dirty.

"Let me go." you demanded, trying to hide the way your voice quivered.

He surprisingly complied and you finally turned to face him, receded to now sitting at the edge of the bed.

"Why am I here? Does Hawks have something to do with this? Did we-"

You looked him up and down. He was sitting up with his hands at the back of his head, enjoying himself.

Dabi's face lit up in amusement, the glint in his electric blue eyes letting you understand that he had all the answers. He looked like he was watching a lottery, while knowing all the lucky numbers.

"One question at a time, wouldn't want me to get too tired to answer them, right?"

You took a deep breath, trying to contain yourself from calling him an asshole.

"Why am I here?" you finally asked, tone calmer than last time.

Dabi's smirk got wider, almost making you afraid that his staples would pop off.

"You called me last night, crying." he answered, pausing as if he wanted to tease you.

"Why?" you asked, frowning.

"Apparently Hawks was busy with his hero shit on your anniversary and you felt lonely. "

Oh... Oh.

Focusing, you could remember calling him, but it felt like the memory was surrounded by mist. Damn, were you really so desperate that you called like, the least comforting person you knew?

"And then?"

Dabi was letting the story unfold slowly, not saying everything at once, finding some kind of fun in taunting you.

"You came to my place. Hugged me, got my jacket all wet with your tears, the usual."

He was hinting to the one time you got your leg hurt and he had to carry you home, while you tried to contain your tears from spilling. Obviously, you failed, but he never failed to remind you of that.

"Well, that doesn't explain why I'm in your bed with only a shirt on." you scoffed, looking at the shirt. It wasn't yours and was a tad too big, almost like a really short dress.

Dabi tilted his head, eyebrows raised.

"Isn't it obvious?

You had one guess, but oh god, were you praying to the skies above that it wasn't correct.

Not getting an answer from you he cleared his throat, cocky smirk still apparent, and then voiced your worst fear:

"You got drunk and we fucked."

You eyes were as wide as plates, hands trembling, trying to catch your breath.

No, no. This couldn't be true.

"Why," your voice trembled. "Why didn't you stop me, if I was drunk? You know that I'm with Hawks-"

Dabi sat up, eyeing you up and down. It made you want to puke. Cheating was the lowest low you could hit.

"Found ya entertaining, desperate to be fucked by someone better than your shitty hero."

The shirt, that was obviously his, now felt like it was burning your skin.

"I thought we were friends."

His eyes went wider as a husky laugh left his throat.

"Friends? Well, we're friends with benefits now, then."

Your head was heavy, heart thumping loudly. You were so disguisted with yourself. Hawks... How could you do something like this to him?

You needed to leave.

Quickly standing up from the bed, you found your panties beside it and quickly slid them on, thankful that his shirt covered your ass.

Dabi watched with curiousity as you collected your clothes, scattered all over the floor.

"Where’re you going?"

You lifted your head up to meet his mesmerizing blue gaze.

"Home. Where else?"

"You gonna tell Hawks that we fucked?"

Your cheeks turned red. He could've just not told you. You only remembered fragments of what has happened, anyways. In your mind, you could've fully believe that this was just another night with Hawks.

You debated wherever you should or shouldn't tell Hawks about it. One part of you wanted to tell him, because you didn't keep any secrets from each other. But your selfish part wanted to keep quiet, fearing that Hawks would leave you when you told him.

"No." you finally responded, after finding your phone. It had six missed calls and about 6 messages. You only read 'Text me back as soon as you see this' from Hawks, before turning it off.

"Then I'm gonna tell him." sighed Dabi, throwing a blanket off of himself and standing up. He was shirtless, only wearing gray sweatpants. You could clearly see an outline of his boner through them and you quickly turned away.

Where was he going with this? If someone told Hawks about this, that person would most definitely be you.

"He's not gonna believe you." you hissed, turning away to finally go, but Dabi caught your wrist with a smile.

"Dabi-"

Wordessly, he fished his phone out of the pocket and quickly unlocking it and played a video.

"What's-"

"Watch." Dabi demanded, pushing his phone into your hands.

You rolled your eyes and then finally saw what was going on.

No...

Right before your eyes was your own face, loud moans slipping away from your lips in a room filled with sound of skin slapping skin. Your naked chest covered in white substance, bounced with every thrust.

"Harder..."

Your own voice betrayed you and your hands started shaking.

"What's that, doll?" ringed Dabi's voice.

"Fuck me harder, Dabi!'" your lust filled moans loudly rang through your head.

You quickly paused the video, pressing delete, but before you could press 'ok', Dabi grabbed his phone out of your trembling hands.

You were so fucked.

"You want wing-hero to see this, dollface?" His words seemed far away. "You want him to hear you screaming?" Dabi was now leaning against you, his arms snaking up your waist and reaching your chest as lewd words came out as whispers, hot against your ear "You want him to know how good I fucked you?"

"No!" you snapped out of your trance to step away from him, resulting in a chuckle from black-haired man.

"Then you have to do me a favour, doll,"

You considered just... letting him send Hawks the video, but your selfish side won. You had no one else except Hawks. No one could ever love you like he did, and you really didn't want to lose it.

"What are you talking about?"

Dabi tapped one of his long fingers against his chin, as if he was thinking.

"A good blowjob and we're even."

You stepped back, eyes now wide.

"I'm not sucking your fucking cock!"

Dabi turned his phone to you. It was his chat with Hawks, the video about to be sent.

"Do you want me to send it?" he asked, voice growly.

"No..." you whispered.

"What's that?"

"No!"

Smile returned to his face. He knew you would agree.

If you thought what you did was low now, you now fell even lower.

"Get on your knees." he barked.

You complied by getting on your knees, trying to think about something else. The floor was hard and cold so you tried to draw your attention to that.

"Don't worry, babe, I'll be gentle." Dabi grinned and you tried not to puke.

Yes, he was attractive, hot even, but you were really just thinking of what kind of manipulative asshole he was and how you got yourself into this, willingly.

His pulled down his sweatpants, cock already hard. Your eyes widened. He was so much bigger than Hawks. You didn't know how he expected you to take him.

Dabi paused, his dick a few centimetres from your closed lips.

"Suck." growled Dabi.

You slowly opened your mouth, licking the pre-cum off of the tip of his dick. Starting to take him into your mouth slowly, as the small of your tongue was lapping down the underside of his cock.

Dabi hissed, tilting his head back. You felt dirty, just plain dirty.

You were bobbing your head slowly, trying to not take all of his dick in, just enough that it didn't hit the back of your throat. The last thing you wanted right now was gagging on Dabi's cock.

Dabi, on the other hand, had other thoughts. You panicked, as he slid his big hands into your hair, gripping handfuls.

You knew what would come next.

Dabi jerked your head forward, making you choke.

"That's right," he breathed out, You turned your eyes down, praying for all of this to be over soon.

Dabi started thrusting faster, going deeper with every desperate thrust, making you gag.

Maybe you were just stupid to think that Dabi would let you go at your own pace.

His pace was becoming too fast to keep up with. Your lungs were burning from the lack of air.

"Look into my eyes," he grunted, fucking your mouth harder. You didn't comply so one of his hands found it's way on your neck. Panicking, you raised your gaze to look to his smirking face.

His hand still gripped your neck harder, as if he didn't care about anything. Seeing the outline of his cock on your throat, he found it amusing choking you.

You felt lightheaded from the lack of air and Dabi's thrusts were becoming even more erratic.

He would finish soon.

As you already saw black dots at the corners of your eyes, Dabi tilted his head back, thrusting one more time and then spilling his cum into your mouth. White, silky strings coated the inside of your throat.

That fucking asshole, oh my god, you were going to kill him. WHO THE FUCK COMES INTO YOUR MOUTH WITHOUT CONSENT?

Dabi laughed, seeing the way your eyes just radiated anger.

The black-haired man pulled so you, breathing deeply and thankful to finally catch your breath, were ready to spit it out. Dabi quickly grabbed your jaw, shutting your mouth up.

"Swallow."

You shook your head, and he just tilted his head.

"We're doing this the hard way, huh?"

Two of his long fingers pinched your nose, cutting all the air supply you had. You tried to back away, but one of his hands was still gripping your hair.

You waited, till you couldn't take it anymore. Burying your pride, you unwillingly swallowed his load, feeling the disgusting taste.

"Good girl," he laughed and let go of your nose, letting you catch your breath once again, pulling his pants up.

"Can I go now?"

"Yeah. You could've gone home before that too. But thanks for staying." he laughed, winking.

You stood up and took all your stuff, not wanting to look him in the eyes.

"'Till next time. Call me when the hero treats you bad again."

You didn't bother answering him, just quickly getting out of his dirty apartment, loudly shutting the door.

Dabi laughed, falling back to his messy bed and then taking his phone to go back to the chat with Hawks and pressing 'send'.

Oh man, this was fun.

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Huge thanks to @velvet-kissesss for proof-reading and correcting my mistakes! ❤️🥺

A.n

Ahh man this was fun to write and my first attempt to write nsfw, so don't judge me too hard 😂😂 I feel like I need like six showers to not feel dirty after writing this :D

If u have any requests/prompts send them to my ask box!! ❤️❤️