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𝑨 𝑭𝑬𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑶𝑴𝑬𝑵𝑶𝑵

Author's Note: i wrote so much of this while high. i love women. the way dabi looks is based off of a drawing by bellanoche-oxo

Content: drinking, smoking, Dabi being an enigma. This is strictly WLW, so if thats not you... sorry </3

Word Count: 1832

Summary: Fem!Dabi think's you're just the cutest.

Purposefully giving you, the newest member of the League, a mission that would require days without sleep was just plain cruel. You were already running for several days without it, and adding a stakeout to watch a hero agency and gather information with her wasn’t a good idea. Her being the drop-dead gorgeous woman with choppy black hair that fell to her shoulders in a mullet (oh, dear God it was a fucking mullet), “known as Dabi.” 

“Okay edgelord,” you muttered under your breath before you could kick your brain-to-mouth filter into gear. She merely glared at you, her fiery blue eyes filled with a quiet fury despite the laid-back, careless way of existing she normally exhibited. Her arms, crossed over her chest, were covered in scars, stapled to healthy patches of skin at her hands, across her sternum, and even up her lower jaw into her cheeks and little patches beneath her eyes. It wasn’t supposed to be sexy. It was supposed to be scary and intimidating, but she was enticing. It just wasn’t fair. 

The meeting had ended shortly after your little spat, and the two of you had set off shortly thereafter. Luckily for the both of you, the stakeout went well, information was gathered and neither of you were caught skulking around the hero agency at all hours of the night and day. The only real problem had been Dabi, actually, with how much she was teasing and prodding you awake at any given opportunity. It only worsened your mood and attitude towards the villain, which in turn egged her on to play with your sleep and lack thereof more. 

It was a miracle you both made it to the end of the week alive, the threat to you being maybe falling off a building while trying to sleep, and the threat to Dabi being your hands around her throat. Not necessarily to kill her, though. 

When you got back to the bar, you were dead-set on hunting Shigaraki down and giving him a piece of your mind for making you go on that mission with Dabi. However, the bar was uncharacteristically empty and the big boss man was nowhere to be seen, which left you alone with Dabi, again. You debated the merits of turning around and walking out the door and just leaving the problem behind. 

You decided against it, wondering if you could sneak past Dabi to your room to get some shut eye when her voice called out, stopping you in your tracks. 

“You’re not really going to leave me to celebrate such a success alone, are you?” 

You turned around, only to see her hunched over the counter and already pouring two shots for the both of you. Her gaze was steady as she poured, not leaving your face, and you blinked rapidly as drool gathered in the corners of your mouth. You swallowed. Would it be bad to drop out of the league now? Sorry, I had to leave because your arsonist is too damn good-looking. See you on the news! You didn’t think that’d go over well. 

“What’s wrong, baby?” She cooed, blinking at you lazily. “Cat got your tongue?”

You swallowed again, licking your lips to make sure an embarrassing croak didn’t come out. “N-no, nothing’s wrong.” 

“No?” She asked, stretching to her full height to put the bottle of liquor away. Her shirt rode up just the slightest, and you could see a sliver of her pale stomach flashing at you before her shirt dropped back down. Dabi picked up one of the shots and raised it up to you curiously. 

What the hell, you figured, stomping over to the bar and picking up the other drink. The both of you stood on either side of the bar, and Dabi hooked her arm around yours, elbows interlinked. The action brought your faces closer together, the edge of the counter digging into your stomach. “Bottoms up then, pretty girl.” 

You gulped, and knocked the drink back quickly. Your nose scrunched in discomfort as the liquor burned the back of your throat, and unentangled yourself from Dabi’s arm. You felt like you could breathe again, now that you weren’t in her space. Not that you wouldn’t have willingly inhaled the scent of her at any other time, (smoke and liquor and something that reminded you surprisingly of home while still being on-theme for Dabi), but you were feeling entirely too fuzzy and tired to not say something stupid. 

“Wow, knocked that back like a pro,” she praised, coming around the edge of the bar and sitting on a stool. You also sat down, the stinging in the back of your throat fading with each passing second. “So,” she started, “tell me what’s got your panties in a twist.” 

“My panties are just fine, thank you very much,” you muttered, looking anywhere but at Dabi. “I’m just tired. You know that.” 

Dabi just hummed, like she was debating on whether or not you were tired. She decided you were telling the truth.. “Well, why didn’t you say so? Can’t have you falling off the barstool.”

“I just did -” you whined, mouth open in incredulity as she stood up and then relocated herself to the ratty couch that had been added to the bar a few weeks after you had joined the league. “And you kept me up for way longer than I needed to be awake this entire past week!”

Dabi just laughed, a low-rasping sound that had your insides melting. “I’m just playing with you, baby.”

You sighed, which turned into a yawn. “No shit.”

Dabi ignored your sarcastic quip, and took out a cigarette to light with a finger tipped in blue flame. You watched as she fiddled with one of her rings in silence. The only sounds were the occasional drags of her cigarette and the aircon, which blew directly over you, making you shiver. You blinked sleepily on the barstool as exhaustion finally caught up with you, clenching your jaw to keep your teeth from chattering. 

“You cold?” Dabi asked, blowing smoke out of her scarred lips. When you nodded, she only responded with a crook of her fingers and a quiet, “C’mere.”

“What? No, I have to go to bed,” you protested, another yawn rising in your throat. 

Dabi scoffed. “I said come here. I’m trying to help you, you idiot.” 

You weighed your options. Either get up and go to bed, facing Dabi’s wrath, or go see what she wanted. Both could technically end up with you burnt to a crisp, but… 

Again, what the hell. 

You sighed and shuffled over to the couch, standing in front of Dabi with an expectant look. She smirked up at you, then grabbed your hand and tugged you down onto the cushions next to her. She wrapped her arm around your shoulders, one of her hands pressing your head down to rest on her collar. “Go to sleep.”

The difference in her behavior now compared to just a few days ago was enough to give you whiplash. Why was Dabi trying to take care of you now? Why did she care now? And why weren’t you fighting this, why weren’t you kicking up a fuss against the pleasant, cozy feeling that was settling over you as Dabi kept you cuddled close to her?

No matter what reason, your body certainly wasn’t objecting to this new development. Your shoulders slumped against the back of the couch. Just days ago, she had been intent on making you as miserable as possible, her demeanor sharp and distant. Now, here she was, comforting you as if she genuinely cared about your well-being. You couldn’t help but wonder what had changed in the few minutes since arriving back at the bar. Either way, your brain was entirely too fuzzy to try and process the whole situation, and you ended up falling asleep against her without a second thought. 

Dabi stared at you as you slept. You had captivated her attention, flipping between interested and distrusting with ease, and quick to fluster. She was sure she had scared you off when the trip to the bar was silent. And yet, there you were, sleeping soundly with your head tilted delicately across her collarbone. You’d get a crick in your neck and wake up sore if you kept dozing like that. She should have thought about that little fact before she dragged you down to the couch with her. 

But if you blamed her… Dabi rolled her eyes and finished her cigarette, putting the stub out on the ashtray before placing a hand on your shoulder. “Wake up,” she said, shaking your shoulder. 

You jerked awake, not yet having reached a deep sleep and grumpy for being woken up. “What do you want?”

“Don’t bite my head off, baby. I just want to move us to my bed,” Dabi explained. You sat up properly, and Dabi immediately held out her hand to you. 

“Why?” You asked, trying to blink the light away. “I have my own bed.”

She merely shrugged. “Cause I think you’re cute. And my bed is better. ”

“I don’t know that,” you grumbled, despite taking Dabi’s offered hand. It was calloused and warm, and it took everything in your sleep-deprived state not to squeeze her hand as hard as you could. 

Her room was small, with only a bed and a trunk at the end of a bed, with a door laid across some crates as a desk. There was nothing personal about the room, you noticed - no trinkets or photographs, only a jacket sitting on said makeshift desk. You turned around, intending to comment snarkily about how you weren’t sure this room was much better than yours. 

Dabi saw the look on your face and held up a finger to silence you, brows furrowed. You raised your hands in a placating manner and watched as she pulled off her boots and jeans. The bed dipped beneath her weight as she crawled beneath the curtains.  

You bit the inside of your cheek hesitantly, and she noticed, because of course she did. “If you really don’t want to, the door’s behind you.”

You shook your head and stepped towards the small bed, toeing off your own shoes. “I’m fine. And if you don’t mind, then I don’t.”

Dabi held up the thin covers, chuckling, “I don’t mind, sweetheart.” But you were already carefully inching your way into Dabi’s boundless warmth. 

There wasn’t much room at all, and with how Dabi had positioned herself, you were at eye level with her chest, arms tucked into yourself. Absolutely determined to not embarrass yourself further, you closed your eyes and prayed for sleep. Luckily for you, it came quickly, and Dabi wrapped an arm around you and brought you closer to her, before nodding off herself. 

Neither of you were cold that night, and when you woke up, you felt more rested than you had in months.

End Notes: thanks for reading! requests are OPEN!

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𝑨 𝑭𝑬𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑶𝑴𝑬𝑵𝑶𝑵 - 𝑷𝑻 2

Author's Note: Part two of my fem!Dabi fic.

Content: Pussy EATING, lowkey dubcon, Dabi being a flirt and some light teasing.

Word Count: 2175

Summary: Dabi eats you out like a woman starved.

Dabi was selfish. You learned this the next morning, when, upon waking, she decided that the best way to wake you up was to crawl between your legs and bury her face in your cunt. Sloppy, teasing kisses to your underwear at first, watching as the damp spot in your underwear grew with each touch. Soon she was tugging your panties off completely, tossing them somewhere over her shoulder as she hovered above your glistening folds. Her hands gripped your thighs tightly as she adjusted your sleeping form, pressing your knees into your chest for better access as she wrapped her two-toned lips around your clit and sucked. 

You woke up very quickly, writhing at the feeling of her hot, warm tongue circling your sensitive nub. She was going agonizingly slow, avoiding your sensitive bud like it was the plague. 

“Mm- mnngh- Dabi?” You half-moaned, rubbing at your eyes to wake yourself up some more. Not that you needed the help. 

“Yeah baby?” Came the muffled response, Dabi’s electric blue eyes flicking up to watch as you sat up. Her voice was low and raspy with sleep, more so than usual and it only made the arousal leaking out of you and onto her bed sheets worse. She barely pulled away, content to keep her jaw where it was. “Wassup?” 

You scrunched your face up, trying to focus as your legs twitched in an attempt to bring the woman closer. The image of her eyes, hazy over the curve of your stomach was more than enough to send another chill up your veins. But…

“What are you doing?”

Dabi hummed quietly, finally pulling her mouth away from your pussy. She rested her head on one of your thighs and licked her lips like the cat who got the cream. Absolutely the right euphemism, the still-functioning part of your brain snarked. Shut up! The other part of your brain snapped back. 

“Havin’ breakfast,” Dabi replied, blinking at you. Definitely cat-like. “Why?” 

You hesitated, the words were on the tip of your tongue but now that Dabi’s warm, slick mouth was no longer on your most sensitive parts… you swallowed back a hungry, desperate whine. You shook your head and pressed the heels of your hands to your eyes, reaching for any form of coherent, non-horny thought. 

“Just uh.” You swallowed, licked your lips. “We only really met last week. And now you’re- Oh-! ”

Dabi took your incredibly brief pause as the perfect opportunity to lick a long, hot stripe up the length of your pussy, something catching at your needy hole. 

“Fuck, you have a tongue piercing?” You asked shakily, blinking rapidly. Your head felt so fuzzy, and your legs wouldn’t stop twitching. Never in your life had you made so much noise. 

She hummed and nodded, sticking her tongue out as far as it could go and oh. Oh. The thought that something that long could possibly be inside you if you played your cards right… 

“You like?” Dabi asked. 

Her hands moved up to grip the insides of your thighs, massaging and squeezing at your flesh like it was her own personal stress toy. You honestly felt like one with her long warm fingers pressing into you. You nodded quickly, eagerly. 

“How did you…” you hesitated. “I mean, how do you know I even like girls?” 

Dabi snickered at that, drumming her fingers along your skin, soft and plush - just the way she liked it. “Gaydar.”

“Oh- okay- fuck youu -” your words melted away easily as Dabi dragged you in by the meat of your legs. Her nose bumped against your clit and she moaned outright, no longer teasing as she slipped her tongue inside your sopping cunt. She mumbled something along the lines of ‘trying to’, or so you thought, but your brain wasn’t working right. But honestly, how could it, with the most dangerous, scrumptious looking woman you’d ever seen with her tongue submerged in you, the hot metal ball of her tongue ring pressing up against your walls? 

The noises that were coming from between your legs were downright obscene. Messy and wet and all sorts of dirty slurping sounds that made heat rise in your cheeks up to the tips of your ears. And you were no better, letting out soft, gasping whines with every breath. You did your best to not clamp your legs down around Dabi’s head, but she makes it so incredibly difficult with that god-forsaken tongue of hers. 

It was another few minutes of her sloppily making out with your pussy, nearly bringing you to an orgasm with each suck, each teasing bite and lap at your folds. Every inch of you was on-edge, prickling and tensed, but so filled with white-hot pleasure it was almost unbearable. It was only when you were jerking your hips and trying to push more of you into her mouth with your hand on top of her head that she pulled away with a wet smack, leaving you slick and wanting. She chuckled darkly and licked her lips, silver flashing over her teeth before she wiped at her mouth with the back of her hand. “Don’t get greedy.”

You nodded, trying to ignore how sticky your thighs felt. Dabi only watched you through half-lidded eyes, heady and frightening and possessive all in one. Neither of you said anything as she rubbed little circles into your skin; she was simply watching you, waiting for you to catch your breath so she could go right back in and torture you again. 

You stopped her before she could, or you tried. “Why- why are you doing this? We don’t kno- oh, fuck.” 

Dabi, the little tease, decidedly changed her mind on letting you rest. Instead, her tongue found its way back to your clit, lapping at it gently, keeping eye contact with you. She was toying with you, pressing your buttons (almost literally, God you wished she would press that hot metal piercing into the swollen ‘button’ that was your bundle of nerves), trying to gauge how far she could push you before you snapped. 

It didn’t take long, your fingers fisting in her hair (it was the perfect length for pulling, you noted) and arching your back as Dabi almost finished you off, again. But instead of sweet relief, she merely released your pussy lips once more, repeating her earlier actions of licking her lips, tasting your arousal and seeming to love it. 

“We met when?” Dabi cooed, teasing. One of her hands walked itself on two fingers up your thigh, sticking to your sensitive and now tacky skin. And then those fingers started circling your hole, still teasing. You whined, high pitched and needy and breathless, and wiggled your hips in what you hoped was an enticing way. 

“Aht-aht-aht.” She scolded, flicking her middle finger across your over-stimulated clit. You keened again at the rush of pleasure in your veins, pelvis jolting. “When did we “only really” meet, sweetheart? Come on, finish your sentence.” 

You were going to kill this woman if her words didn’t take you out first. You inhaled sharply, opening your mouth to respond and Dabi used the opportunity to press one, surprisingly gentle, finger inside of your aching cunt. That one, long, hot finger curled against your walls almost lovingly, tapping out a staccato rhythm. You could only moan in tandem. 

Dabi snickered as she watched you, unable to form a coherent thought let alone a sentence. She doubted you could remember your own name right now, but she wasn’t cruel enough to ask that. Truthfully, the sight of you, like this, with your legs bent and spread for her, eyes nearly rolled to the back of your head and breathing hard with soft little whines escaping you was hotter than she’d like to admit. 

If she was being honest with herself, and Dabi almost never was, your scent and the very taste of you was intoxicating. She wanted to keep you in her bed for the rest of time if it meant seeing you like this every night. Fuck the League, you were her only priority right now, and watching you squirm and whimper and not-quite-beg-out-loud was doing things to Dabi that she liked. Every movement you made, every soft little sigh held her attention like a moth to a flame. It wasn’t an inappropriate analogy, she thought. The world outside faded into the background, leaving just the two of you in this intimate moment where nothing else mattered. Nevermind the point you were trying to make, Dabi thought, still curling her finger inside you. She needed to keep you like this.

But you hadn’t answered her question. That wouldn’t do. Dabi curled her finger one more time, pressing against the spongy spot inside you to make you yelp and jerk before she drew it out and licked it clean.  

“Cat got your tongue?” She asked, not breaking eye contact with you. Her tongue wrapped around the digit sensually, the silver of metal of her tongue ring flashing in the morning light. 

You shook yourself out of your reverie. “No, just- what was the question?” 

Dabi snorted, turning to press a kiss on your knee. “I asked when we met, baby. Why’s it so important to you?” 

“Because we met, like, last week! Ohh, my God.” 

She dove back in, slicking your pussy up once more with her hot tongue. The staples on her cheeks scraped against your inner thighs, chafing in a way that shouldn’t have been pleasurable, but it was. “Y’taste s’fuckin good, pretty girl,” she mumbled into your cunt. “C’mon, tell me what’s wrong with us meetin’ last week.”

Fuck.  

You shivered and whimpered loudly, grinding into her mouth with every ounce of horny-brained sanity you had. “You’re not playing fair!” You gasped, blinking quickly as pleasure raced through your body. It settled in your core with a heat that Dabi was currently stoking, and now she wasn’t holding back. Every prod of her hot, wet tongue, every scrape of her teeth against your clit was determined to make you come. The sheets beneath you were soaked with just how much you were dripping, and the feeling of her tongue piercing swirling around your sensitive, almost abused bundle of nerves was enough to drag you in an unexpected orgasm. 

You moaned, almost a low scream and felt your hand tighten in Dabi’s hair. You could barely register her lapping at your still-spasming pussy, thighs clutched tight around her head. That only left you trapped with your gorgeous torturer’s tongue against you. If you thought she wasn’t being fair before, it was nothing compared to what her mouth is doing pressed flush with your body. You’d be okay with her being mean for the rest of your life if it meant she’d stay with her head between your thighs. 

“Oh my fucking God – " you panted, feeling your body get propelled effortlessly through your release. Your mouth was running a mile a minute. "Please, please, I can't, I need –" 

She slurped hungrily at your fluttering walls through every pulse. When you finally felt yourself coming down from your ecstatic haze, you chanced a look down and, oh fuck. Her pupils almost overwhelmed her vibrant blue eyes as she gazed up at you, gorgeous there on her knees. After an eternity she pulled away from you, licking her lips. Her cheeks and chin were drenched in your slick, She blinked slowly, once, twice. You briefly thought your brain might be melting out of your ears.

“I didn’t hear you complaining,” Dabi said, that lazy tone still embedded in her voice despite her panting. 

Your mind flitted to just seconds before you came, your proclamation of “you’re not being fair” ringing in your ears. “I… did complain, but I’m just thinking it’s a bit strange that you ate me out after only knowing me for a week.” 

She merely rolled her eyes and rose to her feet, towering over you once more. You felt your pussy spasm at the very sight, an embarrassing noise clawing its way out of your throat. Dabi chuckled quietly, getting even more in your space as she crawled onto her bed with you, pushing you back against the pillows. You still felt woozy from jizzing your tits off, and you had to look away from her to stop from overtaking you, body and soul. 

She tsked and leaned over you with one hand, the other tilting your chin back towards her. “You can’t be mad at me after I gave you that mind blowing orgasm.”

You gaped up at Dabi, expression torn between confusion and indignation. You only received a pretty little smirk in response. 

Then she spoke, entirely too cocky. “Besides, if you’re worried about things not being fair you can go down on me next.” 

She had to be blatantly ignoring your complaints. That was the only way she could have interpreted your worries as a matter of fairness. “That’s not what I meant and you know it.” 

“Damn, that’s crazy.”

Author's Note: I hope this is good ell oh ell. another day of denying being a lesbian. Requests are OPEN!

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𝑨 𝑭𝑬𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑶𝑴𝑬𝑵𝑶𝑵

Author's Note: i wrote so much of this while high. i love women. the way dabi looks is based off of a drawing by bellanoche-oxo

Content: drinking, smoking, Dabi being an enigma. This is strictly WLW, so if thats not you... sorry </3

Word Count: 1832

Summary: Fem!Dabi think's you're just the cutest.

Purposefully giving you, the newest member of the League, a mission that would require days without sleep was just plain cruel. You were already running for several days without it, and adding a stakeout to watch a hero agency and gather information with her wasn’t a good idea. Her being the drop-dead gorgeous woman with choppy black hair that fell to her shoulders in a mullet (oh, dear God it was a fucking mullet), “known as Dabi.” 

“Okay edgelord,” you muttered under your breath before you could kick your brain-to-mouth filter into gear. She merely glared at you, her fiery blue eyes filled with a quiet fury despite the laid-back, careless way of existing she normally exhibited. Her arms, crossed over her chest, were covered in scars, stapled to healthy patches of skin at her hands, across her sternum, and even up her lower jaw into her cheeks and little patches beneath her eyes. It wasn’t supposed to be sexy. It was supposed to be scary and intimidating, but she was enticing. It just wasn’t fair. 

The meeting had ended shortly after your little spat, and the two of you had set off shortly thereafter. Luckily for the both of you, the stakeout went well, information was gathered and neither of you were caught skulking around the hero agency at all hours of the night and day. The only real problem had been Dabi, actually, with how much she was teasing and prodding you awake at any given opportunity. It only worsened your mood and attitude towards the villain, which in turn egged her on to play with your sleep and lack thereof more. 

It was a miracle you both made it to the end of the week alive, the threat to you being maybe falling off a building while trying to sleep, and the threat to Dabi being your hands around her throat. Not necessarily to kill her, though. 

When you got back to the bar, you were dead-set on hunting Shigaraki down and giving him a piece of your mind for making you go on that mission with Dabi. However, the bar was uncharacteristically empty and the big boss man was nowhere to be seen, which left you alone with Dabi, again. You debated the merits of turning around and walking out the door and just leaving the problem behind. 

You decided against it, wondering if you could sneak past Dabi to your room to get some shut eye when her voice called out, stopping you in your tracks. 

“You’re not really going to leave me to celebrate such a success alone, are you?” 

You turned around, only to see her hunched over the counter and already pouring two shots for the both of you. Her gaze was steady as she poured, not leaving your face, and you blinked rapidly as drool gathered in the corners of your mouth. You swallowed. Would it be bad to drop out of the league now? Sorry, I had to leave because your arsonist is too damn good-looking. See you on the news! You didn’t think that’d go over well. 

“What’s wrong, baby?” She cooed, blinking at you lazily. “Cat got your tongue?”

You swallowed again, licking your lips to make sure an embarrassing croak didn’t come out. “N-no, nothing’s wrong.” 

“No?” She asked, stretching to her full height to put the bottle of liquor away. Her shirt rode up just the slightest, and you could see a sliver of her pale stomach flashing at you before her shirt dropped back down. Dabi picked up one of the shots and raised it up to you curiously. 

What the hell, you figured, stomping over to the bar and picking up the other drink. The both of you stood on either side of the bar, and Dabi hooked her arm around yours, elbows interlinked. The action brought your faces closer together, the edge of the counter digging into your stomach. “Bottoms up then, pretty girl.” 

You gulped, and knocked the drink back quickly. Your nose scrunched in discomfort as the liquor burned the back of your throat, and unentangled yourself from Dabi’s arm. You felt like you could breathe again, now that you weren’t in her space. Not that you wouldn’t have willingly inhaled the scent of her at any other time, (smoke and liquor and something that reminded you surprisingly of home while still being on-theme for Dabi), but you were feeling entirely too fuzzy and tired to not say something stupid. 

“Wow, knocked that back like a pro,” she praised, coming around the edge of the bar and sitting on a stool. You also sat down, the stinging in the back of your throat fading with each passing second. “So,” she started, “tell me what’s got your panties in a twist.” 

“My panties are just fine, thank you very much,” you muttered, looking anywhere but at Dabi. “I’m just tired. You know that.” 

Dabi just hummed, like she was debating on whether or not you were tired. She decided you were telling the truth.. “Well, why didn’t you say so? Can’t have you falling off the barstool.”

“I just did -” you whined, mouth open in incredulity as she stood up and then relocated herself to the ratty couch that had been added to the bar a few weeks after you had joined the league. “And you kept me up for way longer than I needed to be awake this entire past week!”

Dabi just laughed, a low-rasping sound that had your insides melting. “I’m just playing with you, baby.”

You sighed, which turned into a yawn. “No shit.”

Dabi ignored your sarcastic quip, and took out a cigarette to light with a finger tipped in blue flame. You watched as she fiddled with one of her rings in silence. The only sounds were the occasional drags of her cigarette and the aircon, which blew directly over you, making you shiver. You blinked sleepily on the barstool as exhaustion finally caught up with you, clenching your jaw to keep your teeth from chattering. 

“You cold?” Dabi asked, blowing smoke out of her scarred lips. When you nodded, she only responded with a crook of her fingers and a quiet, “C’mere.”

“What? No, I have to go to bed,” you protested, another yawn rising in your throat. 

Dabi scoffed. “I said come here. I’m trying to help you, you idiot.” 

You weighed your options. Either get up and go to bed, facing Dabi’s wrath, or go see what she wanted. Both could technically end up with you burnt to a crisp, but… 

Again, what the hell. 

You sighed and shuffled over to the couch, standing in front of Dabi with an expectant look. She smirked up at you, then grabbed your hand and tugged you down onto the cushions next to her. She wrapped her arm around your shoulders, one of her hands pressing your head down to rest on her collar. “Go to sleep.”

The difference in her behavior now compared to just a few days ago was enough to give you whiplash. Why was Dabi trying to take care of you now? Why did she care now? And why weren’t you fighting this, why weren’t you kicking up a fuss against the pleasant, cozy feeling that was settling over you as Dabi kept you cuddled close to her?

No matter what reason, your body certainly wasn’t objecting to this new development. Your shoulders slumped against the back of the couch. Just days ago, she had been intent on making you as miserable as possible, her demeanor sharp and distant. Now, here she was, comforting you as if she genuinely cared about your well-being. You couldn’t help but wonder what had changed in the few minutes since arriving back at the bar. Either way, your brain was entirely too fuzzy to try and process the whole situation, and you ended up falling asleep against her without a second thought. 

Dabi stared at you as you slept. You had captivated her attention, flipping between interested and distrusting with ease, and quick to fluster. She was sure she had scared you off when the trip to the bar was silent. And yet, there you were, sleeping soundly with your head tilted delicately across her collarbone. You’d get a crick in your neck and wake up sore if you kept dozing like that. She should have thought about that little fact before she dragged you down to the couch with her. 

But if you blamed her… Dabi rolled her eyes and finished her cigarette, putting the stub out on the ashtray before placing a hand on your shoulder. “Wake up,” she said, shaking your shoulder. 

You jerked awake, not yet having reached a deep sleep and grumpy for being woken up. “What do you want?”

“Don’t bite my head off, baby. I just want to move us to my bed,” Dabi explained. You sat up properly, and Dabi immediately held out her hand to you. 

“Why?” You asked, trying to blink the light away. “I have my own bed.”

She merely shrugged. “Cause I think you’re cute. And my bed is better. ”

“I don’t know that,” you grumbled, despite taking Dabi’s offered hand. It was calloused and warm, and it took everything in your sleep-deprived state not to squeeze her hand as hard as you could. 

Her room was small, with only a bed and a trunk at the end of a bed, with a door laid across some crates as a desk. There was nothing personal about the room, you noticed - no trinkets or photographs, only a jacket sitting on said makeshift desk. You turned around, intending to comment snarkily about how you weren’t sure this room was much better than yours. 

Dabi saw the look on your face and held up a finger to silence you, brows furrowed. You raised your hands in a placating manner and watched as she pulled off her boots and jeans. The bed dipped beneath her weight as she crawled beneath the curtains.  

You bit the inside of your cheek hesitantly, and she noticed, because of course she did. “If you really don’t want to, the door’s behind you.”

You shook your head and stepped towards the small bed, toeing off your own shoes. “I’m fine. And if you don’t mind, then I don’t.”

Dabi held up the thin covers, chuckling, “I don’t mind, sweetheart.” But you were already carefully inching your way into Dabi’s boundless warmth. 

There wasn’t much room at all, and with how Dabi had positioned herself, you were at eye level with her chest, arms tucked into yourself. Absolutely determined to not embarrass yourself further, you closed your eyes and prayed for sleep. Luckily for you, it came quickly, and Dabi wrapped an arm around you and brought you closer to her, before nodding off herself. 

Neither of you were cold that night, and when you woke up, you felt more rested than you had in months.

End Notes: thanks for reading! requests are OPEN!

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Author's Note: Part two of my fem!Dabi fic.

Content: Pussy EATING, lowkey dubcon, Dabi being a flirt and some light teasing.

Word Count: 2175

Summary: Dabi eats you out like a woman starved.

Dabi was selfish. You learned this the next morning, when, upon waking, she decided that the best way to wake you up was to crawl between your legs and bury her face in your cunt. Sloppy, teasing kisses to your underwear at first, watching as the damp spot in your underwear grew with each touch. Soon she was tugging your panties off completely, tossing them somewhere over her shoulder as she hovered above your glistening folds. Her hands gripped your thighs tightly as she adjusted your sleeping form, pressing your knees into your chest for better access as she wrapped her two-toned lips around your clit and sucked. 

You woke up very quickly, writhing at the feeling of her hot, warm tongue circling your sensitive nub. She was going agonizingly slow, avoiding your sensitive bud like it was the plague. 

“Mm- mnngh- Dabi?” You half-moaned, rubbing at your eyes to wake yourself up some more. Not that you needed the help. 

“Yeah baby?” Came the muffled response, Dabi’s electric blue eyes flicking up to watch as you sat up. Her voice was low and raspy with sleep, more so than usual and it only made the arousal leaking out of you and onto her bed sheets worse. She barely pulled away, content to keep her jaw where it was. “Wassup?” 

You scrunched your face up, trying to focus as your legs twitched in an attempt to bring the woman closer. The image of her eyes, hazy over the curve of your stomach was more than enough to send another chill up your veins. But…

“What are you doing?”

Dabi hummed quietly, finally pulling her mouth away from your pussy. She rested her head on one of your thighs and licked her lips like the cat who got the cream. Absolutely the right euphemism, the still-functioning part of your brain snarked. Shut up! The other part of your brain snapped back. 

“Havin’ breakfast,” Dabi replied, blinking at you. Definitely cat-like. “Why?” 

You hesitated, the words were on the tip of your tongue but now that Dabi’s warm, slick mouth was no longer on your most sensitive parts… you swallowed back a hungry, desperate whine. You shook your head and pressed the heels of your hands to your eyes, reaching for any form of coherent, non-horny thought. 

“Just uh.” You swallowed, licked your lips. “We only really met last week. And now you’re- Oh-! ”

Dabi took your incredibly brief pause as the perfect opportunity to lick a long, hot stripe up the length of your pussy, something catching at your needy hole. 

“Fuck, you have a tongue piercing?” You asked shakily, blinking rapidly. Your head felt so fuzzy, and your legs wouldn’t stop twitching. Never in your life had you made so much noise. 

She hummed and nodded, sticking her tongue out as far as it could go and oh. Oh. The thought that something that long could possibly be inside you if you played your cards right… 

“You like?” Dabi asked. 

Her hands moved up to grip the insides of your thighs, massaging and squeezing at your flesh like it was her own personal stress toy. You honestly felt like one with her long warm fingers pressing into you. You nodded quickly, eagerly. 

“How did you…” you hesitated. “I mean, how do you know I even like girls?” 

Dabi snickered at that, drumming her fingers along your skin, soft and plush - just the way she liked it. “Gaydar.”

“Oh- okay- fuck youu -” your words melted away easily as Dabi dragged you in by the meat of your legs. Her nose bumped against your clit and she moaned outright, no longer teasing as she slipped her tongue inside your sopping cunt. She mumbled something along the lines of ‘trying to’, or so you thought, but your brain wasn’t working right. But honestly, how could it, with the most dangerous, scrumptious looking woman you’d ever seen with her tongue submerged in you, the hot metal ball of her tongue ring pressing up against your walls? 

The noises that were coming from between your legs were downright obscene. Messy and wet and all sorts of dirty slurping sounds that made heat rise in your cheeks up to the tips of your ears. And you were no better, letting out soft, gasping whines with every breath. You did your best to not clamp your legs down around Dabi’s head, but she makes it so incredibly difficult with that god-forsaken tongue of hers. 

It was another few minutes of her sloppily making out with your pussy, nearly bringing you to an orgasm with each suck, each teasing bite and lap at your folds. Every inch of you was on-edge, prickling and tensed, but so filled with white-hot pleasure it was almost unbearable. It was only when you were jerking your hips and trying to push more of you into her mouth with your hand on top of her head that she pulled away with a wet smack, leaving you slick and wanting. She chuckled darkly and licked her lips, silver flashing over her teeth before she wiped at her mouth with the back of her hand. “Don’t get greedy.”

You nodded, trying to ignore how sticky your thighs felt. Dabi only watched you through half-lidded eyes, heady and frightening and possessive all in one. Neither of you said anything as she rubbed little circles into your skin; she was simply watching you, waiting for you to catch your breath so she could go right back in and torture you again. 

You stopped her before she could, or you tried. “Why- why are you doing this? We don’t kno- oh, fuck.” 

Dabi, the little tease, decidedly changed her mind on letting you rest. Instead, her tongue found its way back to your clit, lapping at it gently, keeping eye contact with you. She was toying with you, pressing your buttons (almost literally, God you wished she would press that hot metal piercing into the swollen ‘button’ that was your bundle of nerves), trying to gauge how far she could push you before you snapped. 

It didn’t take long, your fingers fisting in her hair (it was the perfect length for pulling, you noted) and arching your back as Dabi almost finished you off, again. But instead of sweet relief, she merely released your pussy lips once more, repeating her earlier actions of licking her lips, tasting your arousal and seeming to love it. 

“We met when?” Dabi cooed, teasing. One of her hands walked itself on two fingers up your thigh, sticking to your sensitive and now tacky skin. And then those fingers started circling your hole, still teasing. You whined, high pitched and needy and breathless, and wiggled your hips in what you hoped was an enticing way. 

“Aht-aht-aht.” She scolded, flicking her middle finger across your over-stimulated clit. You keened again at the rush of pleasure in your veins, pelvis jolting. “When did we “only really” meet, sweetheart? Come on, finish your sentence.” 

You were going to kill this woman if her words didn’t take you out first. You inhaled sharply, opening your mouth to respond and Dabi used the opportunity to press one, surprisingly gentle, finger inside of your aching cunt. That one, long, hot finger curled against your walls almost lovingly, tapping out a staccato rhythm. You could only moan in tandem. 

Dabi snickered as she watched you, unable to form a coherent thought let alone a sentence. She doubted you could remember your own name right now, but she wasn’t cruel enough to ask that. Truthfully, the sight of you, like this, with your legs bent and spread for her, eyes nearly rolled to the back of your head and breathing hard with soft little whines escaping you was hotter than she’d like to admit. 

If she was being honest with herself, and Dabi almost never was, your scent and the very taste of you was intoxicating. She wanted to keep you in her bed for the rest of time if it meant seeing you like this every night. Fuck the League, you were her only priority right now, and watching you squirm and whimper and not-quite-beg-out-loud was doing things to Dabi that she liked. Every movement you made, every soft little sigh held her attention like a moth to a flame. It wasn’t an inappropriate analogy, she thought. The world outside faded into the background, leaving just the two of you in this intimate moment where nothing else mattered. Nevermind the point you were trying to make, Dabi thought, still curling her finger inside you. She needed to keep you like this.

But you hadn’t answered her question. That wouldn’t do. Dabi curled her finger one more time, pressing against the spongy spot inside you to make you yelp and jerk before she drew it out and licked it clean.  

“Cat got your tongue?” She asked, not breaking eye contact with you. Her tongue wrapped around the digit sensually, the silver of metal of her tongue ring flashing in the morning light. 

You shook yourself out of your reverie. “No, just- what was the question?” 

Dabi snorted, turning to press a kiss on your knee. “I asked when we met, baby. Why’s it so important to you?” 

“Because we met, like, last week! Ohh, my God.” 

She dove back in, slicking your pussy up once more with her hot tongue. The staples on her cheeks scraped against your inner thighs, chafing in a way that shouldn’t have been pleasurable, but it was. “Y’taste s’fuckin good, pretty girl,” she mumbled into your cunt. “C’mon, tell me what’s wrong with us meetin’ last week.”

Fuck.  

You shivered and whimpered loudly, grinding into her mouth with every ounce of horny-brained sanity you had. “You’re not playing fair!” You gasped, blinking quickly as pleasure raced through your body. It settled in your core with a heat that Dabi was currently stoking, and now she wasn’t holding back. Every prod of her hot, wet tongue, every scrape of her teeth against your clit was determined to make you come. The sheets beneath you were soaked with just how much you were dripping, and the feeling of her tongue piercing swirling around your sensitive, almost abused bundle of nerves was enough to drag you in an unexpected orgasm. 

You moaned, almost a low scream and felt your hand tighten in Dabi’s hair. You could barely register her lapping at your still-spasming pussy, thighs clutched tight around her head. That only left you trapped with your gorgeous torturer’s tongue against you. If you thought she wasn’t being fair before, it was nothing compared to what her mouth is doing pressed flush with your body. You’d be okay with her being mean for the rest of your life if it meant she’d stay with her head between your thighs. 

“Oh my fucking God – " you panted, feeling your body get propelled effortlessly through your release. Your mouth was running a mile a minute. "Please, please, I can't, I need –" 

She slurped hungrily at your fluttering walls through every pulse. When you finally felt yourself coming down from your ecstatic haze, you chanced a look down and, oh fuck. Her pupils almost overwhelmed her vibrant blue eyes as she gazed up at you, gorgeous there on her knees. After an eternity she pulled away from you, licking her lips. Her cheeks and chin were drenched in your slick, She blinked slowly, once, twice. You briefly thought your brain might be melting out of your ears.

“I didn’t hear you complaining,” Dabi said, that lazy tone still embedded in her voice despite her panting. 

Your mind flitted to just seconds before you came, your proclamation of “you’re not being fair” ringing in your ears. “I… did complain, but I’m just thinking it’s a bit strange that you ate me out after only knowing me for a week.” 

She merely rolled her eyes and rose to her feet, towering over you once more. You felt your pussy spasm at the very sight, an embarrassing noise clawing its way out of your throat. Dabi chuckled quietly, getting even more in your space as she crawled onto her bed with you, pushing you back against the pillows. You still felt woozy from jizzing your tits off, and you had to look away from her to stop from overtaking you, body and soul. 

She tsked and leaned over you with one hand, the other tilting your chin back towards her. “You can’t be mad at me after I gave you that mind blowing orgasm.”

You gaped up at Dabi, expression torn between confusion and indignation. You only received a pretty little smirk in response. 

Then she spoke, entirely too cocky. “Besides, if you’re worried about things not being fair you can go down on me next.” 

She had to be blatantly ignoring your complaints. That was the only way she could have interpreted your worries as a matter of fairness. “That’s not what I meant and you know it.” 

“Damn, that’s crazy.”

Author's Note: I hope this is good ell oh ell. another day of denying being a lesbian. Requests are OPEN!

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Tears in the Club

Words: 5k (read here or on ao3)

Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content/Feminine Reader

Relationships: Todoroki Touya/Reader

Summary:

Bakugou Katsuki is a natural genius. He's good at practically anything he tries, right off the bat.

So when Ashido asks him if he can twerk it's very natural for him to be good at it right away. It's just that no one expected how good.

Todoroki feels a type of way about it.

or: Todoroki watches Bakugou twerk and has a spiritual awakening.

The thrumming bass pulses through your veins. It echoes through every inch of your body and, without it, you’re sure that you’d be nothing but a hollow shell.

The synths of the music—the pounding of the 808s—become your heartbeat. It is the very strings that control your marionette visage.

Your steps—though awkward and unsure—propel you forward. 

You’re alone. 

You know you shouldn’t be. Being alone, dressed like you are in such a place, is a recipe for disaster. And normally, you’re not this type of girl anyway. 

You’re the kind that would be sitting at home. By now, you would be curled up in bed. But not asleep. No. You would be wide awake.

Wide awake and waiting for him to get home. 

He promised you that it was just work that kept him away. That he was just simply a busy man. And so of course he would be busy at work late. His work—his hard work and effort—is what kept the lights on. Kept food in the fridge. It was what afforded you such a comfortable lifestyle where you didn’t have to work.

You did. But you didn’t have to work to sustain yourself. To keep food on the table and to keep a roof over your head.

You worked at a flower shop part time, a few days a week. The other days, you spent taking care of your home and keeping yourself in shape.

No, you didn’t have to work to survive. 

But you did work to satisfy him. To appease him. To show him that everything he did was worth it because you were grateful. You didn’t take any of it for granted. 

So you were the good girlfriend. The obedient girlfriend. 

When he told you to change into something else, no matter the reason, you listened. When he told you that he expected dinner to be ready by a certain time, it was. When he told you to stay home—to not go out with your friends—and instead wait for him, you did. And when he told you that he would be home late because of work, you believed him. 

You believed him.

But stupid, stupid you. 

You should have known better. 

He’d left his iPad out. 

Normally he kept it in his at-home office. A room that you obediently avoided after being told to not enter it. 

But it was on the nightstand on his side of the bed. 

Innocuous. Unassuming. 

You had grabbed it just to simply put it back. It was a good deed. A deed you were sure he’d thank you for. But then you noticed there was an unread message from a mutual friend of yours. 

Well…she was more your friend than his. 

Or so you thought.

You unlocked it. You unlocked the iPad. 

It was easy.

Perhaps he never put a password on it because he figured he had you so obediently trained. Perhaps he never put a password on it because he figured that you would never dare to touch something that usually stayed in his office—a place you were never to step foot in.

But you did. You unlocked it and it had no password so it was incredibly easy. And with his icloud connected, you could easily read the text messages between him and Itsuka.

The messages that denigrated you. Disparaged you.

They made fun of you. They bad-mouthed you and belittled you. 

You were nothing but a toy to play with. To use and throw away. To laugh at. 

He was cheating on you with your friend. Your friend who had no qualms about her actions. Who made fun of you. 

They sent photos back and forth. Nude. Explicit. They sent videos of their affair back and forth, too. They talked about it. Bragged about it. Joked about how you were an idiot that was none the wiser.

But of course you weren’t. You were just simply an obedient doll.

You put his iPad back in his office—back where you remembered seeing it on the few occasions you had even dared to look in. 

And then you waited for him to get home. Dinner was on the table, hot and ready. When he came home, he kissed you on the cheek and smiled. He talked about his day at work and when your meal was done, you cleared off the table and cleaned the dishes. That night, as he always did before going to sleep, he told you how much he loved you.

For the following days, you continued to sneak into his office and read through their messages. 

It hurt so much. So fucking much. And yet you couldn’t stop yourself. You had to know what they were saying about you. It was an insatiable obsession. A mistake, really, but it was the only thing that you could think of to do.

And then you realized that it was not only Itsuka that he was sleeping with. 

There were more. So many more. 

Some were your friends. Others were women he’d sworn were just friends. And the rest were women you’d never even met before.

You were sick.

Literally. 

For days you couldn’t eat. And when you did, it came right back up. When you laid beside him at night, you did not know rest. When you weren’t sobbing as he rested so peacefully, you were just silently staring at him as you wondered what you did to deserve this.

You were good to him.

You listened. You obeyed without question. 

But in the end you were nothing but a doormat. 

Takami Keigo took you for a fool. 

Not like you gave him any reason to treat you different…or so you told yourself. 

It has been two months since you found out about him cheating on you, and now you are nothing but an empty carcass. A walking corpse of the woman you once were.

Of course he does not notice. You are no better than the lap that sits atop the nightstand on his side of the bed. You are of no more importance than the utensils that sit in the kitchen drawers. As long as you keep working as you always have, he does not notice the absence of your spirit.

But Rumi notices.

She is the only friend that never showed up in his phone. She is the only friend that continues to check on you. To make sure you’re okay. The only friend that continued to invite you out despite you always passing on the offer. 

And she is the only friend that never quite liked Keigo.

She recognized the subservient role he’d placed upon you and firmly—vehemently—disagreed. 

She tried to warn you. But you didn’t listen. You assured her that she was merely overthinking. That Keigo was a good man. A wonderful boyfriend. That he was simply protective, but that he constantly showed through his actions how much he loved you.

You wish you had her discerning eye.

So it was only natural for her to notice the shift in your being. In the very essence of you.

She invited you out to cheer you up, never once expecting you to agree. But you did. In fact, you had asked if you could stay the night at her place afterwards. 

It had been so long since you had accepted her invitation, let alone stayed at her placed, that she agreed right away.

You went to her apartment. You borrowed a dress and some heels from her. You followed her out the door and to the club.

It’s been so long since you’ve been to a club. Since you’ve been out without Keigo by your side. It’s been so long since you’ve worn something that you picked out yourself—that you’ve worn something so revealing.

The dress you borrowed clings to your body. It reveals every curve and so much skin. It accentuates and flatters. 

You haven’t worn something like this in years. But you feel sexy. 

If only you didn’t feel so out of place. 

Rumi was by your side. She had glued herself to you and wouldn’t let you out of her sight. Not because she did not trust you. Not because she thought of you as incapable, but because she was worried. 

But the more alcohol that entered your system the more you felt stifled.

The more you felt smothered.

So you slipped from her side. 

Some guy had been hitting on her and while her attention had been taken, you escaped.

Now, you worm your way through the crowded club. One awkward step after another. There is a glass in your hand, but you quickly empty it and set it down someplace you have no intention of revisiting. 

The dance floor is just ahead.

As you swim further away from shore, the waves of bodies begin to swallow you. They pull you in further and further, making it harder to fight against the current. Making it harder to turn around. Making it harder to return to safety.

Not like you intend to.

Trapped and with no escape route, you stand still in the mass of dancing humidity. 

Your eyes close and you stand there, just simply soaking everything in. People brush against you. Bump into you. Someone steps on your foot. But you don’t care. You just stand there until your head grows dizzy. 

Dizzy, from intoxication. 

You grow drunk on a combination of alcohol and environment. 

Sin and wickedness lap at your heels and the moment you stop moving, they swallow you whole.

Your body is moving now. 

The music is now your master. It is now the one controlling your strings. And you let it. 

You give yourself to it entirely.

It doesn’t matter who is around you. 

Someone grabs hold of your hips. They tug you into them and grind into you. Their hands wander your body in ways that, if you were in your right mind, you would never accept. But you’re not, so you do. 

The hands disappear from your silhouette, but you don’t stop.

Your body continues to move without any control over yourself. As if possessed. But really, you kind of are. Not like you mind.

It does not scare you. In fact, you welcome it. You welcome the mindlessness. You welcome the way you do not have to put any thought to anything. You simply dance. You simply move. 

More pairs of hands come and go. You dance with an innumerable amount of people, but that is all that you do. You just dance and dance. Moving to the whims of your melodic master and nothing else. You drown in the dulcet beats and find sweet comfort in the stupor it gives you.

“What’re you doing crying in a place like this, looking like that?”

The voice is deep. Husky and raspy. It brings you out of your trance as though popping a bubble.

The haze of brainlessness disappears.

How many songs have passed? What time is it? Who is it that has their hands on your waist?

You turn around and the man behind you is tall. Taller than you, for sure. He’s got deep seated bags under his eyes and a few facial piercings. Tattoos cover the entirety of his neck and his arms, from what you can see. He’s muscular, too. That much is obvious.

He’s hot.

He’s sexy. 

“I’m crying?”Is your response.

And then you reach up to touch your face, shocked to find that you are actually crying. 

“That would be a weird fucking pick up line if you weren’t, don’t you think?”

It would be, that’s not what you’re thinking about at the moment. Now, you’re wondering when you had begun to shed tears. How long have you been crying?

His hands that rest on your waist pull you closer. “So, are you gonna answer my question sweetheart?”

Normally, you’d wrinkle your nose in disgust at being called such a thing by a stranger. But you don’t mind it coming from his mouth. You don’t mind the lustful gaze or obvious flirting, either. 

So instead, you swallow to clear your dry throat and lick your lips.

“Yes, that would be a weird pick up line.”You tell him and then quickly follow it up with, “I’m having problems with my boyfriend.”

He nods his head and you quickly realize that perhaps you misspoke. This guy is clearly hitting on you. He’s clearly flirting with you and…well—despite the heartache you’ve been through these past weeks, you still have love in your heart for Keigo.

But you’re not opposed to the attention you’re getting right now.

“I’m breaking up with him. He’s cheating.”

You say it then immediately regret it. 

The alcohol has loosened your lips and liberated your tongue. The words that you couldn’t even fathom articulating to Rumi, you have blurted out to the sexy stranger in front of you. But if he is at all bothered, he does not appear so. 

Instead he wipes a stray tear from your face and then leans in. His lips are all but brushing against the shell of your ear. A shiver runs down your spine at that. But his words are what cause your legs to go weak.

“Don’t worry darling, I was going to pursue you whether you were in a committed relationship or not.”

And then he pulls away.

Not completely though. Just enough for you two to make eye contact. But when you do, it feels like you’ve been shocked with electricity. And you welcome the moment his lips touch yours.

As his tongue slips into your mouth and your hands tangle in his hair, you vaguely register how troubled you are by his words

Mostly because they remind you of Keigo. 

Did he ever stop—did he ever hesitate before approaching someone? Were you ever on his mind as he slept with one person after another? 

Probably not. 

You gave yourself to him in ways that he could never.

And so you let all inhibitions go as the sexy stranger feels you up. His hands mark his territory in ways that were unfamiliar to you until just now. They grab and grope. Fondle and caress. 

“You wanna continue this somewhere more private?”He asks and though his words are not explicit, you understand fully what he means. 

And you do. You want to continue this. 

So you nod your head but let out a bit of a gasp as he takes hold of your hand and begins leading you out of the cacophony of bodies.

You’re not sure where he’s taking you, but he seems so sure of himself. As if he knows exactly where he’s going. So you let him lead and merely follow. You are now mindful of your absence from Rumi, though, and look around to hopefully spot her. 

She stares with wide, surprised eyes.

She begins walking over to you, but upon seeing that you are not alone, the surprise in her eyes turns to downright shock. 

You give her a thumbs up to let her know that you’re fine and soon, you’re disappearing from her sight once again.

You feel bad. You feel bad for disappearing from her. For, undoubtedly, worrying her. For not explaining anything to her. For using her and her kindness as a means to enable your night of mindlessness. 

So you remind yourself to apologize. 

Later.

Because now, you’re being pulled into an office. The office. The one that clearly belongs to the owner of the club.

The stranger grabs your chin and pulls you in for a kiss. His tongue slips into your mouth once again while his hands settle onto your ass, giving your cheeks a firm squeeze. You two shuffle backwards, uncaring as you knock a few things over. 

But eventually your ass meets the edge of the office desk.

And then he hikes up your short dress before dropping down to his knees and pulls your underwear to the side. He does not even bother to take them off of you, instead he pushes your legs open wide and buries his head between them. He leaves wet kisses, biting and nipping all along your thighs.

“W-Wait.”You say, pushing his head away from you. He stops and looks up, biting his lip and playing with his lip piercing. “What’s your name?”

“Call me Dabi.”Is his reply.

It’s clearly a nickname, but you don’t mind. 

This is nothing but a fling. His real name does not matter. 

“Y/N.”You tell him. 

He nods his head. “Can I eat your cunt now?”

“Yes—”

Dabi licks a stripe up your wet pussy, promptly shutting you up. His tongue licks against your wet folds, clearing away your juices that leaked. Your hips buck so Dabi holds your them down. 

“Fuck.”You groan, drawing out the word as your eyes close and your head falls back.

You can’t remember the last time Keigo did this. The last time he had bothered to eat you out—the last time he even bothered to fuck you—but even still, you don’t remember it ever feeling this good. You want to rub it in his face, spread your pussy all over Dabi’s face, but the hold on your hips keeps you from doing so. 

His tongue circles around your twitching hole teasing it, causing you to moan. He’s teasing you, but, you remind yourself, at least you are getting eaten out while he’s doing so. At least your mind is filling with pleasure as he toys with you. 

He runs the flat of his tongue over the expanse of your pussy before circling the tip around your clit. 

Your entire body jolts. 

“Dabi―”You moan, clamping a hand over your mouth tightly when you realize just how loud you’re being. 

It feels so good though. So fucking good.  

You let out a muffled “fuck” as Dabi sucks on your clit. While his hands still hold your hips down, his thumbs spread apart your lips to give himself more access to you. 

“Fucking delicious,”Dabi mumbles and you want to respond. Want to tell him how good he’s doing―compliment him somehow, but his tongue starts flicking at your clit and there’s nothing you can do but keep your hand clamped around your mouth as moans fall from your lips. 

You can’t help the yelp that comes out when his hands momentarily leave your hips to grab hold of your thighs. He picks you up a tad, and puts your legs on his shoulders. 

One hand goes back to your waist while the other goes straight to your sopping pussy. One finger, quickly followed by a second, fucks into you as Dabi’s mouth feverishly eats your pussy. 

You can’t help the way your entire body shudders. Your legs, that dangle off of his shoulders, tighten but with what little consciousness you have left, you remind yourself to not suffocate him. But it’s hard. So hard to not completely let go like you had done on the dancefloor.

That had been different. Unique. It involved no one else but you and the music. The sensuous, melodic notes that filled the air.

But this. Being with someone else besides Keigo, and giving the responsibility of your pleasure to them, is different. In fact, it’s a bit scary. But then his fingers crook up inside of you—hitting your g-spot—and the tight, apprehensive grip that holds you back begins to slip just a little bit.

Your hands drop from your face and instead, one shoots back—planting firmly on the surface of the desk to give you stability—while the other tangles in his dark locks.

“Fuck―Dabi.”You moan, not being able to contain yourself anymore. You’ve given up on muffling yourself in favor of gripping the desk to keep from falling over. “So good. So fucking good I―” 

Your pussy pulses around Dabi’s fingers and your words catch in your throat. It’s impossible to speak now as you know that moans, far too loud to be appropriate, will be the only ones coming from your mouth. It’s like your body begins to tremble―vibrate, and because of the lack of restraint on your hips, you begin to buck into Dabi’s face uncontrollably. 

“Dabi. Dabi, fuck.”You moan as your nails dig into the desk.“I’m cumming. I’m gonna cum. I―” 

He ignores you completely. Instead, he continues to finger fuck you as he sucks on your clit. 

Warmth washes over your body and tingles take over your lower limbs, slowly spreading to the rest of your body. Your entire body stiffens and your stomach muscles clench, causing your back to arch. Your orgasm crashes into you and it’s like your body freezes, your head is thrown back and your mouth hangs open but no sound comes out. 

Juices gush from your cunt, some squirting out but he is ready for it. Waiting with his mouth open. It’s then that he finally looks into your eyes, holding contact with you and makes it a point to show you how he swallows every last drop he’d managed to get into his mouth. 

You are struggling to catch your breath, but if you weren’t then you’d probably start singing him praises. 

Dabi doesn’t waste a moment, standing up from his knees and pulls down his jeans, taking his underwear down with them. 

His dick is hard, the head impossibly red and precum leaking from the tip. He reaches around you to open up a drawer to the desk, grabbing a condom from it. You’re slightly curious about the relationship between him and this office, but not enough to ask. Especially when he taps his condom covered cock on your clit, smirking as you flinch. 

“Don’t tell me you’re already tired Sweetheart.”He teases you. 

He’s a sight to see, that’s for sure. His hair is mussed and his lips are red, but what’s truly eye-catching is the glistening slick wetness that coats his bottom lip and chin. 

You lick your lips, “Not tired I just―”But you’re cut off as Dabi rubs his dick along your clit, causing you to once again choke on your words. “You’re not playing fair…”

He lifts you up and sets you down on the edge of the desk. And now that you’ve left the dimly lit dance floor, you realize that his eyes are a gorgeous turquoise blue. A beautiful turquoise blue that is saturated with lust and desire.

“Playing fair, hm?”He asks, his lips descending on your neck. “I’m not sure if such a thing exists. 

Dabi enters you, careful to not hurt you but clearly impatient. He’s rough in a surprisingly gentle kind of way. It is paradoxical. It makes your head spin. It makes your cunt throb. It makes you want him even more. 

Dabi’s hands and mouth felt good but his cock—his thick, long cock is heavenly. Magical.

You cry out and your nails now dig into and scratch into his back. His shirt is still on, so he is protected from whatever damage you might have inflicted but very quickly you realize that you want to change that. You want to leave your mark on him. Some kind of reminder of what happened this night. 

So you tug at his shirt, urging it off of him.  Your efforts, at first, are either unnoticed or ignored, but soon he is chuckling and assisting you. 

And you’re in no way prepared for what was hiding underneath his shirt. 

You could tell he was muscular. You could tell he was in shape—fit. But the rippling abs and deep cut v-line make your mouth go dry. 

It would be a lie to say that Keigo isn’t also fit. That he, too, does not sport a similar physique. But when was the last time you had gotten more than a glimpse of it as he got dressed or undressed? You were always a tactile lover—needing to touch and be touched—but you have long since been deprived.

At first, you simply touch him. Your hands simply reach out to feel his muscles. But one, short touch becomes a lingering graze, which inevitably turns into a needy type of pawing—where you are seemingly desperate in your endeavors to feel as much of him as possible. 

His strokes are still slow, but intentional. Purposeful as he drives his cock straight into you. Dabi’s head is tipped back and his eyes are closed, apparently taking in the moment. 

His eyes snap open, though, when you lean forward. Just enough to connect your tongue to his skin. Your hands grab hold of his hips now as you trace his ever connecting tattoos with your tongue. 

“Shit, you’re fucking insatiable.”

“Sorry…”Is your mumbled reply, bashful and a bit embarrassed. You haven’t been with anyone besides Keigo in so long that you’ve lost sense of what behaviors are appropriate or inappropriate during a first time fuck. “I just haven’t been touched in so long.”

He stops fucking you to look straight at you. It is the first time that you’ve looked at each other so clearly. He’s observing you and you’re observing him. You can’t help but wonder what he’s thinking. You can’t help but worry that you’ve ruined the mood.

But then he reaches around, quickly undoing your bra. He pulls the straps off your arms and throws the garment behind himself. Without it, your dress neckline slips and droops, which is apparently what he wants because he slides your straps down your arms.

His hands, large and warm, cup your breasts. His touch is gentle—experimental. When Dabi touches you, he watches your every reaction. He notes your every gasp and shuddering breath. Goosebumps cover your skin as his fingers circle your nipples, his nails scraping along the sensitive buds. 

And then he pinches them. Tugs and pulls.

The moan you let out raises into a sensuous wail as he punctuates his actions with an abrupt, deep thrust into your quivering cunt. 

It feels ridiculous to admit to yourself, but you’re surprised by just how good you feel. And he doesn’t stop. He continues to toy with your sensitive nipples as he fucks you. 

You’re loud now. Uninhibited and uncaring. You’re in a club for fucksake, it’s loud. And if anyone happens to hear through the door, then what can you do? Besides, it’s not like you care much anymore. It’s not like you’re thinking much of anything at this point. 

Your nails dig into his skin, leaving tracks of red in their wake. Your legs tremble, already weak but the way Dabi fucks into you makes them grow weaker. Makes your entire being weak—pliant and loose.

“Don’t worry Sweetheart,”Dabi says as he rams his cock into you “You can feel as good as you want to feel. I’ll make you feel good.” 

Something about that…about what he’s said. Perhaps his tone. Perhaps the words themselves. Or perhaps it’s the look in his eyes. Whatever the case maybe, you lose the last bit of your inhibitions. The last of your restraint melts away. You give into the pleasure and euphoria. Your head becomes light and you become entirely unabashed. 

Your cunt tightens around Dabi’s thick, long cock. And finally, he seems to lose the last bit of his control as well. 

He’d been softly groaning this whole time, but now he moans. His deliciously deep, raspy voice is right in your ear. His head rests on your shoulder and his grip on you has tightened. Over and over he mumbles “fuck”. 

Your mouth falls open but no sound comes out. It’s like the moans are stuck in your throat. Caught and unwilling to come out but your mind is a whirlwind. Dizzy and intoxicated off of carnal desire, you can’t help the way your body goes completely limp.

You fall back against the desk and rather quickly, Dabi is right on top of you. His lips are on yours and his tongue has slipped into your mouth. It quiets you both down, but just barely. 

And then he reaches down between you to give attention to your sensitive clit. 

Your toes curl and your back arches off of the hardwood desk. Your nails dig into him once again, more trails of red scratches. You cry out, completely unbridled. His lips are long forgotten now as you drown in your own pleasure. 

Your pussy is convulsing around his dick now, and your body trembles terribly. Dabi fucks into you like he’s been starved. The dull, muffled pulsing sounds of the music and your moans that fill the room are joined by the sound of your skin slapping together. 

There isn’t any room to be ashamed or shy any more. As Dabi’s cock hits your gspot over and over again, your brain melts further and all you can think about is how good you’re feeling and how much you love Dabi’s cock. And how much you miss being fucked.

How much you miss this.

You’re hearing yourself as though you are listening to someone else. You sound so pathetic—whining desperately and mewling. 

“Go ahead Princess, cum for me.”

With the magic words finally spoken, you completely break down. 

Your orgasm floods into your every limb, sedating you completely docile. And yet Dabi continues to fuck into you and while you are beginning to suffer from overstimulation and oversensitivity, you can’t bring yourself to try and push him off. So instead you just lay there obediently. 

His body grows tense and as you look up at him, your gaze hazy with pleasure and satisfaction, Dabi thrusts into you one last time before he’s emptying himself into the condom.

You thought that he, too, would collapse or at least be too tired to move, but instead he pulls out. He takes off the condom and ties it before tossing it in the trash. It’s almost humiliating, the way he seems so completely done with you.

But then he’s back on you.

His lips are all over your neck. Your chest. Your breasts. 

His tongue circles one of your nipple before taking it into his mouth, nibbling on it.

“F-Fuck.”It’s too much. You had never known yourself to be so sensitive and responsive, but you can’t help the way your body jolts. “Please―” 

Your toes curl and, once again, your hands tangle into Dabi’s hair as he takes your nipple back into his mouth and begins sucking and nibbling on it again. The way Dabi sucks on them―rolling the sensitive bud around with his tongue and kneading your other breast with his other hand—is enough to cause you to moan loudly and lewdly again. 

His lips trail from one breast to the other and he pays them the same attention.

You thought that you were finally starting to get your mind back. You thought your mind was finally becoming clear again, but then you feel his fingers slip back into you and you’re in a haze all over again.

This time, though, it does not take much.

Another, weaker orgasm hits you. It hurts a bit—it’s never hurt before but it does now. Your body is spent. You can’t take anymore. 

And really, even when you and Keigo were good—when your relationship was at its peak—you’d never felt like this before. You’d never experienced this kind of fatigue. It feels good. Experiencing this makes you feel good. Even better, really.

“Too much.”You whisper almost inaudibly, tugging at his hair to get him to stop. 

Dabi pulls away from you and this time, he’s got a satisfied smirk on his face. From the look in his eyes, it’s obvious that he is pleased with himself.

For a short while neither one of you say anything.

The air is dense. Heavy with the smell of sex and lust. And while you lay there on the desk, you think about what you’ve just done and why you don’t feel even an inkling of guilt.

You sit up finally, and put back on the bra he has retrieved. While you do so, he puts on his own shirt and further fixes his appearance. And then he walks back towards you, extending his hand for you to take. 

So you do.

He helps you from the desk but your legs are so weak you would have completely fallen if it had not been for him.

And the amusement glinting in his eyes lets you know that he knows that. But thankfully, he doesn’t comment on it. Instead, he retrieves your purse for you and, when you’re ready, walks you to the door. 

“Your boyfriend is fucking stupid, by the way,”Dabi whispers as his large, warm hands soothingly rubs up and down your bare arms. And then he leans in, kissing you softly on the lips. He cups your face in his hands while yours hold onto the hem of his shirt, gripping it tightly. And when his tongue enters your mouth, you welcome it.

But the kiss ends before anything new can start up and you can’t help but feel a tad bit disappointed. 

You know that this is goodbye, though. 

Of course it is. 

This was a one time—one night thing. 

But you’ve received more attention in this one night than you have received in the last eight months from your supposed boyfriend.

You don’t look back as you walk out the door. 

Or, at least, you try not to.

It’s hard not to, but you fight every urge and instinct to do so. 

And just as you walk back out onto the main floor, Rumi is snatching you up and pulling you off to the side. 

“We’re leaving.”She tells you. 

Which you don’t argue against. With the night you’ve had, you certainly aren’t in the mood to dance anymore. In fact, you could really use a shower and a nice, warm bed right about now.

Besides, you know that you owe it to her to explain. And, maybe, as you explain it to her, you can make some sense of it for yourself as well.

"I'm not gonna lie to you I want that and I desire that I'm dreaming about that man. Give it here."

Reblog this if you want Dabi to slut you out.

I know your only looking for Dabi thirst and stuff but I have a genuine question, if dabi/hawks/reader were in a poly but reader had an abusive family, how do you think they'd handle it?

You're all good, I'm fine with questions of any kind, related to Dabi or not. It's just thirst and stuff that I'm only writing for Dabi rn~

To answer your question though, I think it depends. Dabi and Hawks both had shifty parents so that's something they can sympathize with you on. Now, Dabi is a villian and I see Dabi as the type of bf to kill anyone who hurts you. You're one of the few he cares about, if he trusts you enough to be with you, he'd do anything for you. Hawks on the other hand is a hero, so he would try to take the more legal, justice route. He'd want to put them in jail, keep you safe... but Dabi doesn't care about justice or heros.

So, Dabi and Hawks would come to a standstill on that, whether to kill them or put them in prison. If you don't want them to die or get severly burned, you'll have to let Dabi know that. He'd be a little frustrated that you don't want him too, not with you though, he just wants to keep you safe. They would definitely keep you away from them, Hawks will move you in with him or them, depending if Dabi lives there. If you can't take your stuff, don't worry cause Hawks will buy you all of it plus more. But if there are things that hold sentimental value, Dabi would have no problem sneaking in to get it for you.

Hello everyone! It's Vi✨ Here are some explanations about my writing:

I usually write about My hero academia (villains, pro heros and students) characters but I'm up to write about others (ex: Jujutsu kaisen, One punch man, SpyXFamily, Mob psycho 100, etc)

Also, I try to make my work in english in order to improve my language skills but I could write in Spanish for my hispanic/latin audience (I'm Argentinian 🇦🇷☺️)

I'm comfortable with "smut" so, if you'll like, I could write about it too

I'm opening the requests so don't be shy to ask for something in particular you would like me to write

With that being said, I hope you enjoy my writing as much as I do!

Kisses and hugs, Vi 😘

You'll never leave me (Yandere!DabixF!Reader)

Hi everyone! It's Vi ✨ I received a request from @oyasumimosura and I hope you all enjoyed it! (I'm sorry if there are any grammatical mistakes, english is not my first language 🙏🏻)

Warnings: yandere themes, curse words

All characters reservations to Horikoshi

Touya's childhood was field with sadness and disappointment. Every passing day he wished his father would look at him and be proud of how big of a hero he would be, strong enough to surpass All Might!

Not even his brother and sister could understand how he felt; no one ever did! Until a certain someone appeared and brought light to his miserable life. Her name was y/n, a little girl he met at the forest he used to go for training.

At first, he was irritated by the fact that a stupid girl was at HIS secure place but couldn't stop staring from distance how wonderful her quirk was. Apparently, the girl had a water manipulation quirk and was practicing next to the lake. Touya felt envious about how much control she had over her power and how it made no damage to her body.

After a while, the little girl notice that there was someone near the rocks and find a pair of blue eyes staring at her. When she saw a boy around her age, she smiled waving at him and Touya felt his heartbeat fasten. He was accustomed to angry stares that made his blood run cold not pretty smiles that made him feel warm. After that day, y/n and Touya became inseparables. They trained together and share bento boxes her mom made for the two of them (he even went to her house when thing got heavy at home)

One particular day when Touya was crying into her arms and she would whisper that everything was going to be okay, they share their first kiss, a little messy but still beautiful, and promised eachother that someday they'll get marry and he won't suffer anymore.

However, as Endeavour's need for Shoto to be better than All might increased, so did Touya's resentment and he started developing really bad habits that worried his new friend. He would questioned whenever she arrived late and got mad if it was because of others; he started showing up covered in scars and eyes field with tears but when she asked him about it he would leave; Also, his flames turned blue and more powerful that she couldn't keep up with him anymore. Due to his sudden change, she became a little bit afraid so she didn't see him as regularly as before but this did not sit well with the blueyed boy.

The oldest Todoroki started following her to the park where she played with her brothers, to her house and even to her martial arts classes. He couldn't understand why did she distanced herself but was too proud to asked so.

If only that day y/n arrived on time, she could have been able to save him...but she didn't and lost her first love in the blink of an eye. After the incident, she concentrated on working her ass off to be one of the biggest heroes this world has ever seen and maybe, by doing that, she could forgive herself for Touya's death. She even tried to keep in touch with the Todorokis in order to save Shoto from ending like his big brother. She usually would call or text the siblings and went to visit Touya's santuari

Some years later, y/n fould herself patroling the streets at night. Since the appearance of the LOV, she had worked a lot more to keep the streets safe but something has been making her anxious. Everywhere she went, the hero felt some pair of eyes watching her every move and she was sure it has to do with some villian

Y/n heard some noises coming from a near alley and decided to check just in case someone needed help. There it was Dabi leading on the wall and looking at her while smirking, as if he had been waiting for her to arrived.

"Well, well, well I finally found you, doll" He said as he took a few steps towards her "It's not a coincidence that we are here tonight. I think we are destined to find each other" he continued to get closer and the hero took some steps back. Something about the way he was looking at her made a shiver run down her spain. The last time they faced each other, he left her with some pretty marks but she wondered why didn't he killed her when he had the chance but soon enough she'll have her answer

Water started to form around her as she was ready to attack but no before saying "You should've killed me that time" and then, with water manipulation, grabbed Dabi's body while she came closer to give him a big blow of water on his stomach and throw him against the wall while blood came out of his mouth. He stood up as it nothing happened and looked a almost as he was enjoying being hit.

"You are stronger than when we were kids, y/n but there is one thing that haven't changed and it's the fact that I'll always win" Dabi said and took advantage of her hesitation to advanced forward enough to make a fire wall to surround them. To say y/n was shocked was understanding. Nobody new her real name, how did he ? And that thing about knowing each other since they were kids?...

Being surrounded by fire made her body temperature raise and ,because of that, her mind felt dizzy but she tried to move in order to attack again but Dabi speed faster towards her and put a cloth around her mouth till her eyes started to close and her legs to trumble.

Once y/n woke up, she couldn't feel her body and the room was spinning around her. From the corner of her eye, she saw someone moving and she remembered who brought her here. Dabi took a sit next to her on bed (she was sitting on a bed with her back against the wall) and run his fingers crossed her cheek tenderly "You do look sexy wearing my clothes but I prefer that red lingerie you wore on monday to work. Damn I almost lost it, doll!" He said while bitting his lip. Hearing what he he just confessed made her want to vomit as y/n realised that he was her stalker! If her mouth wasn't covert, she would've shout or curse at him.

"I see you still don't know how I am so let me give you a guess" He took some piece of jewelry that was hanging from his neck and put it in front of y/n. Her eyes open like plates and everything came rushing back to her head. The ring that was in the necklace was the one she gave Touya all those years ago when they made a promise to get marry. Tears purred down her cheeks as wipe her tears and said "shhh it's okay. It's really me... Finally we are together again, love. And now that you are here no-one is going to take you away from me and you'll never leave me" His face twisted into a manic smile and laughed loudly. Then he took the cloth away from her mouth and she said " I used to love a boy called Touya but you are not him. You murdered and tortured people. You are fucking crazy if you think I'll stay with you" You tried using your quirk but nothing came and he laughed even louder saying "Oh y/n, I almost forgot to tell you...You don't have a quirk anymore. Isn't it great? I just saved you from that horrible life you had and from now and on, it's you and me! And we are gonna get married and you will never leave me!"

"I would never be with someone like you, fucking monster" she screamed at him as she jump of the bed and continued to run to the exit when suddenly, her felt a huge pain in her right leg, so strong that she fell to the floor and couldn't stand up. She looked at her leg and it was broken. Touya was standing behind her with a hammer with a serious face saying "You are not leaving me again so you better get use to it"

At that moment she understood that there was nothing she could do to scape from him and she cried even harder while he carried her to bed and laid her down. He was on top of her as he took her hand an put the ring on finger and smiled satisfied.

"I will get you something to eat, love. Rice with fried chicken, your favourite!" He pause and then said "I love you, doll " and kiss her forehead.

When he was gone, y/n burst out crying and she prayed that all of this was a nightmare but it was far from the truth, the nightmare had just started.

Jealous Dabi! X F! Reader

Hi everyone, it's Vi!✨ I decided to write something about jealous Dabi. Hope you enjoy! ❤️

Pd: Sorry I haven't been posting but I was on vacation and didn't have good connection hahaha

(Again, sorry if there are any grammatical mistakes, english is not my first language 🙏🏻)

All characters reservations to Horikoshi

Warnings: suggestive maybe? but not really smut

• Well, let's imagine you are Hawks' quirkless secretary and certain day he asked you to attend to a LOV meeting with him in order to record what they'll say

• Everything was going smooth till a very tall guy with pursing blue eyes sat next to you and asked "what is a woman like you doing in a place like this?" You tried to not be affected by this intense staring and said "I'm here with Hawks since I'm his secretary I need to involve myself for the cause too" Apparently that piece of information caught his attention and gave you an curious look but before letting him speak again you continued saying "Anyways, what do you mean a woman like me?" And he smirked while saying" I meant a delicate and beautiful lady like you being in a shitty hole like this" You were blushing like a tomato and Touya thought it was really cute

• Since that day, Dabi tried to be as near to you as possible every time you were on reunions together. Also, he would text you and appear out of the blue at the end of you shift just to spend time with you even if it meant getting caught by the heroes. At first, Touya thought he could manipulated you to gain information but after a while, he realised you weren't aware of your surroundings and he started to feel the need to protected you from this society. Something in Hawks didn't sit well with Dabi's interested in you but he choose to ignore it and take advantage of it.

• Some time before the heroes attack to the LOV's base, Dabi was waiting for you to get out of work hiding at an alley. It been fifteen minutes and there was no sight of you but before he started to torture some sidekicks about your wereouts, you and Hawks appeared from the sky to land safely at the entrance of the agency. The hero had you prestressed against his chest with his arms around your waist and your hands grabbing his t shirt. This act itself made Dabi's blood boild and without realising, fire started to came out of his arm. How dare that pathetic asshole put his hands on his girl. Yeah, you two didn't have a title yet but that didn't mean he could be touching you like that. He thought everybody knew you were off limits but apparently, he needed to make thing more clear for those stupid heroes that wanted to take you away from him. Oh and he was gonna make Hawks pay but he needed to control himself before he did something infront of you that'll make you scared.

• That night Hawks offered to take you to your house when Dabi appeared next to you wrapping his arm around your waist and giving it a squeeze while pulling you closer "She doesn't need a ride. I'll take her home. We have a long night, don't we love?" He looked at you with range and lust on his eyes while grabbing your chin with his index finger. You weren't sure what he exactly meant by that cause' you both only had shared kisses now and then but never got to something more sexual. However, his words and the way he was staring at you said otherwise.

• "We are going now, doll" They started to walk but Dabi turned around a little to looked at Hawks dead on the eye as if challenging him. Touya knew the hero felt something towards his girl so he wanted to make very clear for him that she was his and his only and that he won't let him get away with those actions.

• Once at your apartment, you were slammed against the door as Touya force you to look at him by grabbing your jaw "I think I haven't been cleared enough with you so let me get this straight" He got near your mouth while looking lustfully at you and said "There is a big difference between that stupid hero and me. He would definitely sacrifice you for the world's benefit while I would burn the whole world just for you (hear this on tik tok and it fits him hahaha well)" He then traced your lips with his thumb as he said "You are mine. You belong to me since the fist day I lay eyes on you and I won't let some idiot believe he can take whats mine. Am I clear?" You simply nodded as he attacked your lips while wrapping his hand around your neck. Once he broke the kiss, his hand remained on your neck and he added a bit of pressure on it demanding for you to say you were his. Then he applied open mouth kisses on your neck while leaving marks on your sweet skin so Hawks and other assholes would see you belong to him. That was just the start of a very long night and let's just say you couldn't go to work the next day.

Villain's Love

Dabi x reader

mentions: Contacting Dabi, friends reveal, the truth, Menstrual, New place.

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You attached the letter onto your bird and said, “ You know where to go.  Love you Niki.” He went flying away quickly. Mirio pushed open your door. “ You’re here!!” Neijire yelled, attacking you with a hug. You weren’t in the mood for a visit but they’re your best friend so who cares? She let go of you since you were so tensed up. “ Did the villain you were with threatened you?  How did it go?Did principal Nezu get angry and yell at you? They’re not expelling you right?” she asked. You looked angry. “ You told them I was speaking to a Villain?” you asked. She nodded. “ He was probably going to hurt you! But then I saw him leave so I thought he was telling you to warn the heroes about war or something?” she replied. “ ARE YOU STUPID!? WAR STARTED EVER SINCE THE LEAGUE OF VILLAINS 1ST SHOWED UP AT UA!! YOU SHOULD’VE KEPT YOUR MOUTH SHUT,BUT YOU CAN’T YOU LOUD MOUTH!!” You yelled wanting to slap her in the process but you held back. Neijire frowned. “ Why? He could’ve hurt you y/n. I care about you.” she replied. Tamaki closed the door and locked it. “ She had to tell the principal. It’s crucial.” Tamaki said. “ Since when do you ever comment about my decisions?” you asked. Defensively. “ What’s your problem? We want to make sure you’re doing alright. What’s going on with you? You leave the city early in the morning and come back late at night? What the hell have you been doing? Oh then suddenly you’re stuck at the hospital for 2 weeks and there’s no fucking visitors allowed?” Mirio asked. “We care about you," Neijire said with tears in her eyes. “ I’ve been great, actually Neijire ruined everything! I was tortured for god knows how many fucking hours!” you replied kicking a soccer ball you have. “ How is that my fault? I didn’t do anything bad.” she replied. “ That villain you caught me with is my boyfriend. Dabi.” you replied. The three of them were shocked as fuck. “ w-what since-what the fuck?” Tamaki said. “ We've been together for 6 months. Won’t tell you the details on how we met..it will make me relive the trauma. All I can say is he saved me from something horrible.” you replied. “You’re in love with a criminal. Y/n I think you took “ Criminal”by Britney Spears seriously.” Mirio said concerned as hell. “ Okay hold the fuck up. He treats me correctly, if he didn’t he would’ve been dead by now. I know my worth. Don’t play with me. I’m powerful, smart, kind and I have killer instincts. Our love is rational..beside the fact im a hero's daughter, hero in training and he’s a villain.” you replied. “  Cause,he’s a bad boy with a tainted heart and even I know this aint smart,but mama I'm in love with a criminal.” Neijire sang, You smacked her head. “Don’t try to be funny. I’m still mad at you. What they did to me 2 weeks ago..was painful. I could’ve died at any moment with my body being overworked. Being in excruciating pain.” you replied sitting down on your chair. “I’m sorry I ruined things. You really love him.” Neijire said. “ We won’t tell anyone just between the Big 4.” Tamaki said, smiling. “ Big 4.” You replied smiling. 

Dear Haru,

I’ve been missing you. Seeing Niki land on the fence in front of me made me feel joy and relief. I love you. I love you. I love you. I’ve been desperate to meet with you or even receive a letter. I got you a phone. It's for us to text..if anyone else touches it, it will self-destruct along with everything in it, so take great care of it. If it does happen I can get you another one as many times as I need. 

I’ve had love of fire within me. I won’t forget it. It’s burning brighter.

I’m upset that you had to experience that. Thanks for letting me know. I want and need to make sure you’re okay. I’m glad you’re doing better. The next time we meet I’m holding you closer than ever before. I love you my flame, more than anything. I’d do anything for my girl.

I’m doing well. Nothing has come up my flame. I’m safe. I have no kind of sickness, silly girl. I’m so honored you love and care about me, my queen. ;) I love you very much. My friends know to not mess with me. You know I’ll defend myself from those idiots. 

Hey…I know you want to know more about my past. I’m ready to tell you. It’s better to meet up. I need to do it face to face. I know you’ll understand. I’ve come to reason that there shouldn't be anything hidden between us. It’s about time isn’t it. Haha.

Also The show you told me to watch, I’m mid way into it and it's still boring, but as promised I’ll watch the entire thing! The main character is whiney as fuck. He needs a rude awakening. Does he really think he can get by that easily? He’ll be one stupid King. I swear if the ending is shitty I’m spanking you when we meet again. 

I love you baby.

Love, Dabi

“ I’m sorry…for dragging you into this..If anything happens you guys know nothing. “ You said. “ We have each other's back no matter what Y/n.” Mirio said. “ Does anything seem out of place here?” you asked. They examined the room. Every corner. “ No. It’s all clear. Why do you have some stuff of his in here?” Tamaki asked. “ You guys need to be more observant. That's totally her boyfriend's hoodie. The beanie too. Holy shit did he get you the album set?” Neijire asked. Mirio checked out the hoodie. “He’s into emo music?” he asked. “ Yeah mostly but he listens to other genres as well. I got him to listen to Taylor Swift. Cool right?” you responded smiling . “Ugh I’m dying for a boyfriend who listens to Taylor.” Neijire said, flopping onto your bed. “ You guys in all seriousness..I really am in love with him. I never thought I’d ever fall in love.” You said putting on his hoodie. “ Do you love him that much y/n?” Neijire asked, holding your hand. “ Yes. We learned so much from each other it's insane. He made me a bit of a rebel. I won't deny that. He’s maken me feel free. He made me realize I do have more choices than the ones given to me. That it’s alright to feel good after doing something bad. I felt great kicking that rude ass, annoying, asshole of a 1st year. I know fighting with him wasn’t allowed but it felt so good, ya,know. Yes, he ended up with recovery girl but it felt good. He disrespected my and I” you replied, hugging your pillow. “ You really didn’t have to go too far.” Tamaki said. “Mhm all heroes in training need to behave but someone like him needs a rude awakening.” you replied. “ We support you if you love him that badly.” Mirio said. Tamaki agreed. Neijire smiled and nodded yes. They said their goodbyes and left. About an hour later Niki came back. You opened the window allowing him in. “Good boy. Thank you.” you closed and locked your window. As you read the letter you felt relieved that he got the memo for the LOV to relocate. You cherished all the I love yous and how he was safe. You smiled throughout the entire thing. You grabbed the phone attached to Niki and Immediately called him. 

Phone call 

He heard his phone ring and pulled it out. Answering. You both were nervous for some god apparent reason. 

Y/n: “ D-Dabi?”

Dabi: Hi my flame. I’m glad to hear your voice. I thought you'd respond in 3 days. 

Y/n: Yeah fuck that. Also don’t tease me. 

Dabi: I love you.

Y/n: I love you too. 

You started crying. Happy to hear his voice knowing he’s okay. He started silently crying. 

Dabi: Y-you okay? Wh-y are you crying?

Y/n: I’m happy to hear from you. . Why are you cr-crying?

Dabi: Same reason as you. I’m happy to hear from you. You have no Idea how worried I was about you. I couldn’t even do my job right when Shigaraki sent me out. He eventually made me stay with him at the hideout. We’re getting ready to leave. He told me to tell you he says Thank you once we got in contact. Are you really okay now? Your body doesn’t feel drained or differently?

Y/n: I’m good, okay. I’m just pissed I got my period an hour ago. It totally sucks. I know my cramps will come soon. I still have tea to help.

Dabi: Damn that does suck. If the tea doesn’t work, take Midol. Do you have some?

Y/n: I think so, If I don't, I’ll ask the girls. I need them. My breasts are swollen and it hurts a bit and back pain sucks. I don’t get fatigued so that's good.

Dabi: Yes, flame, that's good. Please get some Midol. I wish I were there. I could be your personal heating pad. Hey, do you have one of my hoodies? I can’t find one. 

Y/n: Yes I do and a beanie. Hehe sorry. 

Dabi: Sneaky girl. How did you do it?

Y/n: You made me sneaky, babe

Dabi: Mhmm yes I did. Good girl. 

Y/n: That’s me! Don’t hang up, I need to use the bathroom real quick. 

You put yourself on mute. Doing your business. He stayed on the line waiting for you. After 5 minutes you were back unmuting yourself

Y/n: I’m back. First two days are  always heavy. 

Dabi: I’m highly aware those days you’d stay over with me. You’d get up like 3 times in the middle of the night to change. We’d both ended up restless. 

Y/n: I know Hehe but you loved having me over regardless. 

Dabi: Obviously maybe soon you’ll be able to sleepover with me.

Y/n: We can sleepover at my vacation home. It’s about 3 hours away. You have to agree this time okay.

Dabi: Okay let's do it. Anything for you. 

You got into bed turning on the heating pad to help with the cramps. 

Y/n: Babe… can you stay on the line until I fall asleep. Please. I don’t want to be alone tonight. 

Dabi: Anything for you my flame.

That night you guys talked for hours. They reached the hideout and eventually everyone went their separate ways within the building. He heard your snores, even then he didn’t hang up. He slept comfortably hearing you. It’s like you were there with him.

Villain's Love

Dabi x Reader

Mentions: Bad behavior, forbidden love, humor, great friends. Sfw.

Reblogs are appreciated. Check Masterlist for pt.1 and pt.2

You woke up to his voice in the morning, 

Call: 

Dabi: Time for school. Wake up already. You need to get ready.

You shifted thinking you were hearing shit.

 Dabi:  Flame please get the hell up. You’ll be late!

 You shot up from bed checking the time.

Y/n: 35 minutes!? Wait wait..” 

Dabi: You’re finally awake.

Y/n:   You didn’t hang up last night.

Dabi: Yeah I ended up knocking quickly after you did. I forgot.

You got up rushing to the bathroom getting ready to shower. 

Y/n: Keep me updated with the time please. 

Dabi:  13 minutes passed.

You finished your shower and started your routine. 

Shower 

Body lotion

Changing

Brushing teeth

Make up 

Hair

Y/n:  Fuck my life. It’s over if I show up late.

You laughed  in the process of putting on a bit of concealer to not look dead. Skipping foundation. You always do your eyeliner quickly. A total pro. You quickly put on mascara and a dark red matte lipstick.  

Y/n: I look tired.

Dabi laughed through the phone. 

Dabi: Wake up early next time my flame. 10 minutes left.

Y/n:  My hair! I don’t have time. 

Dabi:  Screw the hair! Hair clip it or whatever. It’s not the end of the world.

 You clipped up your hair. 

Dabi: Menstrual products packed in your bag?

 You always have it packed just in case. 

Y/n:  Yup. All set.

You grabbed your bag using your quirk to get to class. 

Y/n:  Bye babe. I’m about to enter. Love you so much we'll talk later bye.

End of call 

“ You’re late Ms. Aizawa.” The teacher said, “ I’m highly aware of that.” you responded rudely as you were walking to your seat. “ You come in late to class during an exam that started 10 minutes ago and have the audacity to respond to me rudely. You have an F. Get out.” the teacher said. “Listen here! If you don’t know I’ve had 2 weeks of hell! I’ve been yelled at, slapped in the fucking face with agonizing pain. I haven’t been able to sleep right these past 2 weeks due to all the trauma piled up on me! I’m physically and mentally tired! Now I have to come in not knowing what the hell is on that test since I was stuck in the goddamn hospital and don't use the excuse of “ You should’ve studied.” Study what? My teacher didn’t care to come see me or contact my father and explain to me what is going on in class and what chapters I should focus on!!! Give me a fucking break alright!!” you yelled, getting all your anger out. “ Go to the principal's office now. Your father should work on his parenting.” the teacher said. “ I’ll take her ma’am so she doesn’t try anything.” Mirio said. “ You son of a bitch!!! You don’t have fucking kids you asshole!!! You can talk shit after you have a fucking child to raise!! No one talks shit about my father, you got that!!!” you yelled, throwing and landing a rough punch. The class gasped.

“ Now's your chance to run to your dad,” Neijire said. One of the other students helped the teacher sit up. You ran like your life depended on it. “ She’s done for..” Mirio said. “ H-Hey all might… Do you know where I can find my dad?” you asked. Guilty face and all. “ Teaching class outside in the training grounds. Why?” he asked. “No reason! Bye and thank you!” you ran. 

As you got there you were sweating and panting. “ Isn’t that your daughter Mr. Aizawa?” a girl with pink hair said. He looked over at you. With the expression on your face and the time you should be in class screamed you did something stupid. “ What did you do?” he asked stopping the class thinking it was one of them who fucked up. “ I um..well these past 2 weeks have taken a toll on me dad..You know that. I woke up late today..I got to class 10 minutes late..the teacher told me I was late and I said “ I'm highly aware of that” in such a bitchy tone and then She kicked me out and gave me an F on my exam for doing that. Then I sort of exploded on her. At the end she sent me to the principal's office saying you need to work on your parenting. That made me lose my cool even worse …long story short I punched her…She’s probably at the nurses office by now.” you replied. The entire class 1-A was shocked. Who would’ve thought Aizawa’s daughter would pull such a stunt. “ That’s badass,” Bakugou said. Kirishima nudged Bakugou. “ You’re grounded. A month. Hand over your Macbook and Ipad. You’ll be using my computer for school. You will give me your phone. You’ll have your watch for communication. If any assignments are online I’ll have your teachers send it to my email. Oh and forget about the Game and Anime con.” He said. “ Yes Sir…but about the con I promised Shinso I’d go with him as a gamer anime besties date. It’s literally next week Friday-Sunday. I can’t cancel on him. We’ve been planning for months now.” You replied as you took out your computer, tablet and your regular phone handing it to him. Aizawa took them from you. He sighed. “ Get back to work, kids.” he ordered and they did.

“ I know what you did was because of what you have been through but it’s not right for you to act that way towards your teacher. The first part of it. The second part I allow it. We have each other's back. I’m so proud of you, my child. I love you. I’ll allow you to go to the convention. Your gamer anime bestie date. Keep me updated when you go out every hour.” he said. You gave him a tight hug. He hugged you back.“ I love you too ,Dad.” you replied. The girl were awed at the sight. The guys had the what the fuck face. “ How did Shinso end up being besties with his daughter? She's a total babe. I’d do anything to get with her. Her melons are huge” Mineta said. “ She is a total babe,” Denki agreed. You walked over. “ Hi boys” you said smiling. “H-Hey” Denki said. “ What’s up?” Kirishiam replied. You let Denki go but Mineta is a disgusting perv and makes women very uncomfortable with his words and actions. Mineta was drooling and staring at your body. “Denki, right? Can you do me a favor pretty pleas?”You asked. He nodded. “Is it okay if you zap him for me?It takes about 2,700 bolts to kill someone. Can you use just enough to make him regret everything he's done and said to women.” You said giving him a quick hug and then releasing him. “ Yes, anything” Denki replied. He zapped Mineta really well. Enough to knock him out. Your dad pretended like he didn’t see anything. Serves Mineta right. “ Awe, thanks so much sweetie. I appreciate it alot. I’ll treat you to lunch when I’m not busy. Do you have your phone?” you asked. He took it out. You grabbed it adding yourself to his contact list. “ I won't have my phone but I can reach you through my watch”you said handing it back. He took it. Denki was losing his mind.

You saw Principal Nezu and walked over ready for your punishment. “ What you did was unacceptable. You will give an in-person apology to your teacher on top of that. Your punishment is cleaning the class on your own. Oh and to top it off you seem to like your dad's class, so since you have off periods you can help your dad.” he said. You were shocked he even thought that crap. Yeah, you liked your dad's students but it sucked having to use off periods on them. How would you catch up on work and take power naps? “ I will apologize but so will she. She insulted my father and no one messes with my dad.” you said crossing your arms “ Alright,” he replied. All might have stayed with the class as you and your father followed Principal Nezu to the nurse's office. You walked inside with them. “ I’m sorry for being rude and punching you in the face,” you spoke to her. You’re a straight-to-the-point type of girl. “ You’ve been through a lot so I forgive you. I should’ve contacted your father about your class assignments and things you should’ve studied.” She replied. Then it turned into awkward silence. You looked at her and cleared your throat. “ Don’t you have anything to say to my dad, ma’am,” you said, raising one of your eyebrows. “ I am terribly sorry Mr. Aizawa for disrespecting your parenting. I was out of line.” She apologized to your dad. “ Way out of line,” you said. Your dad smacked your head. You rubbed it afterward. “Ouch,” you said leaving the room. You checked the time on your watch. “Off period. Fuck my life.” You walked back to your father's class. 

“ Hey you’re back!” Denki said. “ Yeah in my off class I will officially be with you guys.” you yawned. “ Alright. I see you’re all working on your power moves. Show me.” you ordered. Everyone took turns showing you. “ They all suck at the moment. Yes, even your power moves Bakugou, so take that stupid look off of your face.” you said strictly. The guys laughed. “ Kirishima. Make your hardening, harden even more. I think tossing you a few sharper and more heavy things will help. Denki try and aim your electricity better so that you don’t hurt your friends around you. Try out targets.Uraraka when you use your quirk try to relax your body. Clear the mind. Remember you have control of your quirk not the other way around. Mina you should try and form different and effective ways to hold your acid. Bakugou. Those Ap shots auto cannons need help. They can be stronger. If you can just take the stick far up your ass out and allow me to help you.” You said with a yawn afterwards. “ SHUT UP AND MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS!!” he yelled.

You took 30 minutes to help the girls and 40 to help the guys. “ sooo ... .Ms.Aizawa do you like someone?” Mina asked.  She loves love. You blushed instantly. “She does!” Jiro yelled. “ Mina. Jiro. Get back to work.” you ordered. “ Is he cute or hot or both?” Mina asked while working on her quirk. “ He’s hot af. Very handsome. He treats me very well. He's cool, ya know. That’s all I’ll be telling you.”  you responded. “ We don’t know. You’re lucky.” Momo replied. You gave your advice and helpful orders then went over to the boys. You pulled out some very sharp knives and threw them at Kirishima with much power. He managed to block them but still got cuts. “ Mhm… I’ll get back to you on that.” you said to him. He was shocked you tried that without warning first. “Tokoyami. Your quirk. Have you ever thought of using it to fly?” You asked. “ I need help controlling it first. In the darkness…it takes over.” he replied. “ Okay but answer my question.” you said. “No I haven’t.” he replied. “ You can control it during a certain time. You can use it to learn how to fly. I’ll put in a good word with Hawks. He can teach you. I’ll beg him if I have too. You’re doing great.” you pat his back. You groaned while walking over to Bakugou. “ Idiot. Don’t just make accurate pinpoint explosions. “ you said, crossing your arms. He ignored you and continued. “ What a waste of a great quirk.” you commented trying to get his attention. “ I’m the best one here!!” he yelled at you. “ Oh really. Would you like a reminder on how I kicked your ass. Now get the stick far up your ass and let me help you.” you spoke sternly. He nodded. “ Your Ap Shot auto cannon is great. Amazing. It has potential to be more than that. When you pinpoint them they’re still in a large shape. How about making them thinner. It will pierce and explode through something and if you manage to control very strictly you can pierce something and turn them into bombs. You’re welcome extra.” you say walking away. He stood there feeling stupid. All might and your dad watched you. “ Your daughter is very smart.” All might, said to Aizawa. “ I know. I raised her.” he said 

As the school day was finally over you walked back to your dorm. “ What’s your punishment?” Tamaki asked. “Cleaning duty, Off periods I’ll be helping my dad with his class, which gives me no time to catch up in class nor take naps. My dad took my Mac, Ipad and phone away. I only have my watch so yeah.” you replied. “ I’ll help you clean so that way you can have some little more time to catch up.” he said. “Thanks Tamaki. Let the others know I said HI.” you replied going to your room. 

As soon as you closed the door behind you, you grabbed your phone video calling Dabi. You changed quickly. He answered. 

Dabi: How was your day?

Y/n: I yelled at my teacher then punched her…I’m grounded. 

Dabi: You more than likely did it for a good reason. How are you holding up?

Y/n: I’m okay. I’ll be busy catching up with school work. I’m sorry If I don’t answer your messages throughout the day. 

Dabi: It’s okay. Just work hard to finish your studies. 

Y/n: Oh and I have the perfect days for the Vacation house. Next week 15-17 and the weekend. The students have a break. It’s the teachers grading and evaluation days. 

Y/n: I’d have to invite a friend with me otherwise things will look suspicious. 

Dabi: That's great. I can’t wait to see you soon.

Dabi: You told people about me didn’t you.

Y/n: Yeah…

Dabi: It’s fine. Just know if they try something on me I’ll make sure they’ll regret it. 

Y/n : They won’t I promise. Although they will have their guards up just like you. This is all if they agree to come with me. 

Dabi: Alright. I’ll have to call you later my flame. I’m meeting up with Shigaraki soon. You need to focus on school right now. Oh and you look sexy in my hoodie. 

Y/n: Yeah? Glad you enjoy seeing me in it. I’ll send you pics later. Don’t be a perv and think they’ll be naughty. 

Dabi: I’m not thinking that. I have to go. I love you very much. 

Y/n: Love you too bye.

End of video chat. 

You hid the phone away. 

You have sent nudes to Dabi before and you’ve received some as well. You’ve been feeling insecure for a while. You noticed you gained a lot of weight. You obviously hated that. You were chubby. Dabi had no issue with it. He made that clear. You still can’t help but think if he’s just being nice. 

You sent messages to the rest of the big 4. 

Message sent: Meeting at my dorm 3 mins. 

They all liked the message to confirm attendance. 

You opened the door once they got here. “ Okay dudes. We have to talk.” you said closing and locking the door. “ Like girl talk?” Mirio asked. “I was wondering if you guys would like to hang out at my family vacation house. The days of break we have.” you invited them. “ You want us to go with you because you want to see your prince.” Neijire summed it up. “ Yeah…he knows I told you. Can you please do me the favor? It’s not only to see him. We need a serious break.” you replied. “ The first and last time we help you meet up with him.” Tamaki said. 

As the break finally came. You were excited to see him. Mirio was driving with Neijire as the passenger princess. You sat in the back with Dabi and Tamaki. Poor Tamaki was scared and ready to throw hands if necessary. “ Say Hi.” you ordered Dabi. “ Not much of a social guy but Hey.” he said to everyone. “Hi! You’re Y/n’s criminal. Forbidden love. Romantic!” Neijire said. “ Yes I’m hers.” he replied, pulling you closer to him. “ Hello.” Tamaki and Mirio said. You yawned, leaning into Dabi. He gently played with your hair and hummed you to sleep. “ You got her to sleep in an instant. She’s been having trouble sleeping these past two weeks…” Mirio spoke. 

“I know. She asked me to stay on the phone with her last week when she woke up late.” Dabi said.

Murderer's in love

Dabi x reader

Mentions: Aggressiveness, Murder, l.o.v, Emos, Sex, Virgin Reader, squirting(simple), Fucked Dumb, Fluff ending.

“ y/n you will always be an orphan! You will never have parents who care about you!  You will never experience a parent's love!” Momo yelled at you. The party was going very well, laughter, food, drinks, games, etc. Bakugou was playing Just Dance way too seriously with Mina and Jiro, Denki stuffing his mouth with food. Uraraka recorded everyone doing silly things. 

You looked at Momo, “ W-What?” you said. “ Woah calm down.” Kirishima said. Izuku was thinking of a way to clear the tension. “ What’s gotten into you, Momo?” Tsuyu asked. You started crying. “ It’s the truth.” she replied and turned away. You weren’t about to let her get away with what she said and so you gripped her hair then made her fall to her knees. “ What are you going to do? Hurt me? I don’t think our friends would be happy about that.” she said. The smirk on her face made you even angrier. You dragged her outside. They followed. You had multiple quirks. This time you’re using them for evil. 

All your life you were treated badly and being a hero you promised to help civilians have a peace of mind. With the money you make from being a Pro- Hero you're planning to open an orphanage and make sure children will be safe and being cared for. 

 You made Momo levitate in the air. “ Y/n whatever you’re going to do. Don’t do it!” Izuku yelled. Momo isn't the only one who can create things. You tied a noose around her neck. Everyone was too shocked to even move. They couldn’t believe their beloved friend was doing such evil. You tied the other end on a tree. You were crying. Crying in pain. You’ve had enough. Everyone ran to Momo except Katsuki who held you down to the ground. You struggled to move. You’ve had it. Enough is  enough. “Hurry up Idiots!!!!!” Bakugou yelled. You started burning his arms. No matter how much they tried to untie the knot and bring her down they struggled like crazy. It wouldn’t undo. They’d have to beat you unconscious if they want to save her. Denki zapped directly at you. You yelled in pain. “ Sorry..but you’ve crossed the line.” Denki said. You snapped your fingers and she was let loose. You made sure she couldn’t save herself. You laughed with tears running down your face. Bakugou let you go. “ We will give you a 10 second head start,” he said. Ida ran to the station and informed what happened. Within seconds other heroes showed up and at a distance sirens were heard. You caused a very huge explosion causing the fire and with that cover up you left. You knew exactly where to go. Your old hideouts as a child. Very hidden. 

You’re officially a murder. A villain. You manage to live. Stealing was easy. Food, electricity, even water. A distant hidden location. It looked like no one lived there when you first moved in. After a month and a half. Someone kicked open the room's door. “ We like the update. Get out. You’re in our turf.” a man with a touch of gray and blue hair said.  He had hands over his body. He looked in his early 20’s ? You yawned getting up off the couch remembering him. “League of Villains…Shi-Shigaraki.” you spoke. You’re a little scared and nervous. “ I’ll kill you,” he said. “ Go ahead. I’m fine with it. I’ve lived enough in this shit world.” you responded. He hesitated. Every Villain has a hard past. “ Who would’ve thought a little mouse like you would end up here.  A pro hero.?” Dabi asked. He gave you a teasing look. You know they want from you. Intel. “ You will tell us everything you know.” Shigaraki said forcing you to sit down. Toga stared at you and licked her lips. “ You think you can get to me just because I murdered a hero?” you said crossing your legs. “Well now we know the reason you disappeared!” Toga said, giggling afterwards. Dabi was eye fucking you. “Quit eye fucking me. You’re old.” you said. “I’m still in my 20’s babe.” he replied sitting next to you. “If you give us some answers…we’ll reward you.” Toga said. “ I don’t need money so good luck.” You replied. “ I’ll kill your family.” shigaraki said. “ You can forget about that one too.” You replied. They felt bad for you. No friends, No family. Nothing. They also had no family but at least they have each other. 

A month went on by and they basically lived with you. You wiped your tears and then shook Dabi awake“ I can’t sleep…had a nightmare. Can..I sleep with you. Only for tonight?” You asked. “ Okay.” He replied. You immediately got into bed. You kept your distance. Dabi is a hugger and so in the middle of the night he pulled you to him. You both felt comfortable. You slept so well that night. Like a baby. 

You woke up in his arms. Clinged onto him. “ You’re finally awake. Can you let go now. I woke up 2 hours ago. I tried to get you off but you’re very clingy and strong.” he said as you let go. “ Drink tea for nightmares…chamomile and Lavender helps.” He said. You started getting ready for the day. Once you were done, you walked downstairs seeing your fella villains. “ Why did you kill a classmate?” Toga asked. “ You ask me that every morning it's annoying.” you replied. “ Leave her alone Toga. After all it’s her Birthday..” Shigaraki ordered. You looked over. “How the hell do you know?” you asked, upset. “ Ua students can’t just roam around freely. I’m sure you still have information.” he said. “ I don’t have any information. You can interrogate me all you want and threaten to kill me but I have nothing.” you replied drinking water. “ Lets celebrate! You’re one of us now. We always celebrate each other's birthdays. I know it must be shocking for you.” Toga said smiling. Twice handed you a full bottle of  Whiskey. You sighed and said, “Fuck it. Why not?” Shigaraki smirked. “ There’s more where that came from.” Twice said. “Happy 18th Birthday to me.” You said chugging the alcohol given to you. It’s your first time drinking. Tears slipped from your eyes. They all knew how you felt so they didn’t stop you. You eventually stopped and burped. “ Like it?” Dabi asked. You nodded. “ Strong but enjoyable.” “Toga go do your job for her special day.” Shigaraki ordered. “ My classmate always bullied me..I kept pushing forward…My class planned a party to relax… she just bursted on me. She said that I'll always be an orphan. That I will never have parents that care for me and their love. That was my last straw. I have multiple quirks and I can create more..I used them to hang her.” you said aloud. “  Your 1st murder always hurts you but eventually you’ll know that killing people is for a good reason sometimes.” Shigaraki said. Villains are emos for sure but they hide. Your birthday was surprisingly fun. They really care in their own way. 

Months passed and you were getting close to dabi. Too close. You’re 18 legal of course but he’s 5 years older. You didn’t care because you were underneath him. 

“ You sure you want this y/n?” he asked. You nodded. “Words little flame.” he said. “ Yes Dabi please. I’m ready.” you replied. He slowly slid his cock into you. You whimpered in pain gripping his arms. “ It’s okay. It will go away. Relax, please you’re going to break me.” he said, allowing you to adjust to him. He pecked your forehead. He started thrusting. Groaning in pleasure from how tight you were. He loved the feeling of your gummy walls sucking him right back in. He started fucking you hard. “ D-Dabi!” you yelled out as you felt immense pleasure. “It’s daddy now. Got that my baby girl.” he responded. He knew you wouldn’t last long. That won’t stop him from finishing. “Come on baby girl. Say it.” he ordered slapping your cheek softly. Your eyes rolled back with your back arched as you said, “Daadddyyy please.” He smirks, giving you what you desire. He was rough and fast. You gripped his arms and eventually left scratches all over his back. “S’close. Daddy.” you said legs spasming. “ Cum f’daddy baby. Make a mess.” he ordered. You came and squirted. A few more times as he kepted going.  That only made Dabi chuckle and grow harder. Your juices were all over him and on the bed. After he played with you for awhile you were fucked dumb. He finished cumming. 

He was planning to make you his since the moment he saw you. As he pulled out he noticed you were responding. He shook you softly. “ Passed out. I should’ve held back.” he said. You both developed feelings for each other. You guys wouldn’t have had sex. He knew you were a virgin and you wanted to lose it to someone you trust and like. He made you take a bath. You were too tired to even wake up. He also bathed. 

The following day you woke up to him dressed in his usual clothes.. You sat up in bed feeling pain. “ Rest.” he ordered. You didn’t listen and got out of bed falling on the ground. You felt pain on your back and legs. “ What did I tell you Y/n. You need it. I’ll be taking care of you. You’re mine now. My girl.” he said, setting you back on the bed. “ I’m all yours and You’re mine.” You said smiling. “ Yes I’m yours y/n. You passed out on me last night. You didn’t even know we bathed together. It was a bit of a struggle but it worked out. I’ll make dinner for you. Something quick and yummy.” he said ruffling your hair. You fixed your hair shocked. “D-Dinner? What did you do to me?” you asked. “ I knew you would finish first. You came a few times. I needed to finish too. I overstimulated your body and you passed out by the time I came. You were great. I loved it. I hope you enjoyed your first time.” he replied. You blushed “ Yes I did. I didn’t think it would take a huge toll on me.” you replied. “ Sweetheart, I like it hard, rough, and fast. You’d obviously be tired and weak.” he replied, handing you a pain killer with bottled water. You swallowed the pill with the water. “ Hey..um..I know…I’m not much of an emotional dude in front of people..but with you.. I love you.” Dabi said while facing away from you. “ I love you too, idiot. Look at me please.” you said holding his hand. He faced you and you surprised him with a kiss. He returned it. The make out session started and it was full of passion.

Dabi x reader

“Liar.”

🌟smut

you were dating the famous villian Dabi, no one knew about the relationship and things the two of you did together. He would always be gentle and loving to you, you loved.

That is until one day you overheard him in the phone discussing plans when he had outed himself unexpectedly telling the other person on the line how he’d leave you soon.

Today he seemed to be in a bad mood,you tried to comfort him you believe their was still something he’d love or atleast cared about you.

“Just leave me alone for fucks sake!” he yelled at you...

"W-what's wrong?!?" You eyes widen at his sudden outburst as you fell back from his push

“Im not in a good mood right now.” he said coldly, looking away from you. He was clearly upset about something.

"O-oh okay..." you mumbled as you got up you noticed blood trickling in your leg you had accidentally scratched yourself with something after he'd pushed you.

"I'll give you some space" you let out as you went into your room limping

he noticed how you limped, noticing the blood from your leg. He was about to say something, but you limped away before he could even say anything.

he was trying to act like he didnt care, but on the inside he was worried about you.

Even though he was trying to brush you off like you were nothing, deep down he actually kind of cared for you. But he would never admit that, not right now at least.

he started to feel a bit guilty for yelling at you. Seeing you limp to your room with blood on your leg made him feel bad. He didn't want to admit it, but he did care about you.

he walked up to your closed door and knocked on it softly.

"I'm busy not right now dabi..." you let out softly you didn't want to see him not after he'd just pushed you

he placed his hand on the door, leaning his forhead against it. He felt bad for yelling at you, but tried to hide it.

“C'mon doll... open the door.”

"I said I'm busy okay." "I'm not in the mood for your screams just go out and drink something I don't know do whatever but right now I don't want to see you" you snapped back at him harshly

he let out a frustrated sigh, he couldnt believe he actually felt guilty for you. He gripped the handle of the door and barged into your room, looking at you with furrowed eyebrows.

“Don't you dare use that tone with me.”

"W-what the hell dabi!!" Your eyes widen to the fact he'd just barged in he couldn't even give you space

he was angry, but there was also guilt in his eyes. Seeing how startled you were by him barging in caused him to feel even more guilty.

“You're my girlfriend, you can't just ignore me.”he grunted as he closed the door behind him.

"Oh but you can push me?!" You shout as your lips quivered trying to bandage your leg but struggled. Acting like it's MY fault you're in a bad mood." You mumbled angrily

he let out an frustrated sigh, he was feeling more guilty as you struggled to tend to yourself. He walked closer to you, stopping in front of you.

“Just let me help, dammit.”

"I'm good." You snapped at him

he rolled his eyes, he was getting annoyed.

He grabbed your chin roughly, forcing you to look at him.

“Stop acting stubborn and just let me help you.”

You eyes filled with tears as he grabbed your chin

"-leave me alone danm it!" You slapped his hand away. he was getting more annoyed by how stubborn you were at the moment. He grabbed your wrists and pinned you against the bed, standing over you.

“Stop acting like a damn brat and just let me help you!” Seeing your scared expression on your face made him feel more guilty. He looked down at you as he still had your wrists pinned down on the bed. He was trying to act tough and show that he didnt care, but inside he just wanted to make sure you were okay. He let out a sigh, loosening his gripped on your wrists a bit.

“Please, just let me help you dammit...”

You simply nodded knowing if you denied him more he'd be madder.

“Move your leg, let me have a look.”

he moved closer to sit down next to your leg, picking it up softly to look at the wound. He grabbed the cloth and carefully pulled it away from the wound, noticing how deep and wide the wound was.

“...you did a terrible job at bandaging yourself.”

You tired away letting out a simple

"Mh..."

he saw the wound on your leg, it was bleeding a lot. He pulled away a little, his eyes scanning your body.

“Did I seriously push you that hard that you cut yourself this badly?”

"Just shut up." You snapped at him he really asked you that type of question seriously.

he flinched a bit when you snapped at him.

He put his hand gently on your leg, trying to be soft and gentle, despite his usual cold demeanor.

“...I'm sorry, doll... I didn't mean to push you that hard. I was just... frustrated and took it out on you...” hearing his word the nicknames he’d given you hurt.. with his words you bluntly responded.

"You know I know you don't love me right?" You finally let out as your lips quivered into a slight smile.

he was surprised when you suddenly said that. He fell silent for a moment, his hand still on your leg. His eyes widened as he looked away from you.

“W-what.??”

"Y-yeah... I overheard you on a call... b-but um if you needed help you could've just told me instead of leading me on ya know?" Tears feel down from your batting eyes as you looked away as-well he froze up as you said that. His heart started racing as realization hit him. He never thought you'd be able to overhear him during that one call. All his plans of using you and his true thoughts about you were ruined and he couldn't do anything to convince you that it wasn't true.

“...you heard that??”

You softly nodded "c-could you hurry up with the bandage..."

he stayed silent for a moment, trying to process what just happened. He wanted to deny it all, to act like you hallucinated the whole thing. But the look on your face as you tried to hold back your tears told him everything he needed to know. He knew you heard everything, everything he said on that call.

“...yeah... yeah I can.”

he said as he broke out of his thoughts, grabbed the bandages, and started to tend the wound on your leg

"Thanks.." you let out softly being the only word you could tell him before stuttering

he stayed silent for most of the time while he bandaged up your leg, focusing on the wound rather than the uncomfortable atmosphere in the room. He could clearly sense that you were upset, as he had every right to expect it. He felt guilty for using you, but at the same time knew he needed to continue and that he couldnt stop himself.

“...you're welcome.”

he said as he finished the bandaging, putting the cloth away on the bedside table.

"C-could you leave me alone for a moment?" You questioned while you hurriedly wiped your face.

he hesitated for a moment as you questioned him. He was about to say something, but seeing you hurriedly wiping the tears from your face made him realize that you needed space. He exhaled, standing up from the bed.

“...yeah. Sorry.”

he said as he slowly walked out of your room, closing the door behind him.

And with that you bursted out crying everything you've been holding in you unleashed, your heart ached for him for love, for desire but everything your heart wanted wouldn't happen anymore.

he stood outside your door, hearing your sobs coming from the other side of the door. He leaned against the doorframe, feeling a mix of guilt and confusion. He knew he had hurt you by using you and faking feelings for you all this time, but now hearing your sobs made him realize how much he had messed up. He felt bad for treating you like just a toy, and for letting it go this far.

"S-stupid!" You yelled at yourself as you grabbed your phone to search and call people for a place to stay, he could hear your muttering and the sound of you scrolling through your phone.

He couldn't help but listen through the door, listening as you called around to look for a place to stay. He clenched his fists as he listened, trying to fight back the feeling of guilt that was eating him up from the inside.

"I-I can?!?, thank you so much hawks!!"

You hadn't stopped crying but felt relieved someone was willing to help you out, your friend hawks was nice enough to open his doors to you. You got up a bit in pain but enough to grab a bag and pack.

he could hear you talking to someone on the phone, assuming it was Hawks based on what you said. He still stayed by the door, listening as he leaned closer against it. He could hear you packing a bag and the sound of you getting up which he assumed was what was making you wince in pain again.

he was conflicted, his feelings all over the place. He knew he should let you go since that would be the best for you, but his twisted mind, that had grown to like having you around, wanted to keep you with him.

He stayed by the door, listening intently as you got ready to leave his place and go live with the bird he despised. As you were done packing you put your hair in a bun and opened the door when you noticed dabi there...

he had been leaning against the door frame, listening to you pack. His eyes widened as you opened the door, seeing your now puffy and red eyes from the crying before. He stood up straight, looking at you with a mixture of guilt and uncertainty.

“...you going somewhere?”

"I um yes a friends house..." you mumbled as you tried to get past dabi

he stayed silent for a moment before he stepped in front of you, blocking your way.

“...you're going to Hawks' place aren't you?”

"Hey!..-i am..." you mumbled looking away "could you move?.."

he looked at you for a moment, his heart aching as he saw the sadness and hurt in your eyes. He knew he shouldn't try to stop you, but his possessive side was stronger than his guilty side at the moment.

“...Why? You're just going to live with him now?”

"I'm just gonna stay at his place untill I find my own.." you turned to look at him

he could sense the hint of uncertainty in your voice as you spoke. He had the strange urge to keep you with him, to tell you to not leave, but he couldn't find it in himself to do so.

“...Why don't you find an apartment yourself? Why live with that stupid bird?”

"I can't live with you anymore dabi." You told him harshly why would you after how much he'd hurt you. his eyes widened as you spoke harshly, a pang of hurt hit his chest unexpectedly when you said that you couldn't live with him anymore. He took a step back, his back hitting the wall behind him.

“...w-what do you mean you cant live with me anymore?”

"Y-you just admitted you were using me do you expect me to live with you?!? Not only that you pushed the shit out of me!" Tears from your eyes as your leg winced.

he froze in place as you yelled at him, the truth of his actions coming back to hit him.

His heart ached as you mentioned that he pushed you, and seeing the tears welling back up in your eyes. He couldn't come up with a response, his mind spinning as he tried to process the situation.

he looked at you, conflict and guilt etched across his face. The thought of you leaving and living with someone else, especially Hawks, was something he didn't want to think about. He wanted to keep you with him, to continue using you as a cover up for his villainous identity, but at the same time he felt guilty for doing so. He looked at your tears, his heart aching from the fact that he was the cause of them.

“... -I'm sorry...”

"Yeah now you're sorry..." you spat you as you went for the exit

he watched as you went for the exit, still frozen in place against the wall. His heart was racing, his mind conflicted between letting you go and making you stay. He felt guilty for using you, guilty for pushing you, just overall guilty for treating you like a toy.

“...please don't go...”

You froze in place, you heard ached in pain as you thought of everything, about you and him together ... "b-bye dabi..." you let out softly as tears feel down your face.

his heart ached as you said bye to him, the words sending a pang of pain through his chest. His guilt was eating him up, telling him to let you go and that it was for the best, but his possessive and selfish side made him move forward, grabbing your wrist

“Wait!”

"Stop it!" You shouted at him, his grip on your wrist only tightened. He couldn't let you leave, couldn't let you go live with Hawks. He wanted you to stay with him.

“I said wait.”

"W-what?.." you told him in feared

he yanked you back, pulling you up against his chest. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you in a tight grip. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, holding you tightly as if he was afraid to let you go.

“You're not going anywhere.”

"D-dabi..." you felt yourself be welcomed in his warmth the way he held you tightly made you happy.

he took in your scent, burying his face further into the crook of your neck as he held you tightly against him, almost in a possessive way. He couldn't let you leave, couldn't let you go and live with Hawks instead. As much as he told himself he didn't care about you, he felt himself cling to you tightly, refusing to loosen his grip on you.

“You're staying with me.”

"I-I can't okay..." you tried to get yourself undone from his grip, he only held onto you tighter, refusing to let go. He knew he was being possessive and selfish, but he couldn't help the feeling of wanting to keep you with him, even if it was for his own benefit.

“Yes you can. You're not leaving. You're staying right here with me, doll.”

You started to feel weak beneath him, fuck you hated the way you loved when he was possessive with you.

he could feel you weakening beneath his grip, feeling how your body relaxed against his. He could feel himself enjoying having you so close to him, feeling how your body practically submitted to his touch. He let out a small, satisfied hum, his breath warm against your skin.

“That's right, doll... You're staying here. You're mine.”

"I-I can't!" You let out as you struggled

he tightened his grip on you, pulling you closer against him. He felt frustrated by your resistance, but at the same time he couldn't help but enjoy the feeling of you in his arms, struggling against him.

“You said that already... and I'm telling you to stay here. So you're going to listen to me whether you like it or not, doll.”

he could feel your heart racing as he held you tightly against him, the feeling making a small, satisfied smirk appear on his face.

He buried his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent and holding you with a possessive grip. He knew what he was doing was selfish and possessive, but he couldn't help himself. You belonged to him and he had no intention of letting you go.

“There you go, doll... just stay still and relax in my arms.”

You started to slowly relax as you may your forehead in his Buffy chest "f-fuck you..." you let out in tears you couldn't let him go.

he chuckled softly as you buried your head in his chest, feeling the way your body finally submitted to his grip. He could hear the mixture of frustration and desire in your voice as you muttered those words, which only spurred him on even more. He tightened his grip on you, pulling you even closer against him.

“That's right, doll... just accept it. You belong to me and you're staying here... not going anywhere.” he scooped you up in his arms, lifting you with ease. He carried you into the room, his grip on you firm and possessive. He walked over to the bed and gently placed you down, crawling on top of you and trapping you beneath him.

"I-" you felt a pair of soft lips on yours he silenced you with a deep, possessive kiss, his lips claiming yours with a mix of gentleness and domination. He hovered over you, pressing his body against yours, making sure you couldn't escape his grip.

The room filled with the sound of his breathing and the soft, wet sounds of kisses.

He spoke softly as he continued to cover you in kisses, his hands roaming your body, touching and caressing your skin. He whispered between kisses, expressing his dominant and possessive love for you as he marked you as his.

“You're mine... all mine.”

You whimpered beneath his touch "d-dabi..." you covered your mouth as you felt his kisses touch you all over.

he could hear the whimpers and gasps that escaped from your mouth, the sounds music to his ears. He continued to kiss and caress your skin, his lips and hands covering every inch of you, leaving no part of your body untouched by his possessive and loving touch

“Don't cover your mouth, doll. I want to hear your sweet little sounds...”

——

The room was cloaked in an oppressive darkness, illuminated only by the flickerinto light. On the floor, strewn carelessly, lie discarded clothing: an open shirt and discarded pants of his, your t shirt and sweatpants along with your undergarments. The air was thick with the scent of perfume. Dabi's fingers trailed up your bare thighs, lingering on the dampness he found there.

His touch was light as a feather, sending shivers down your spine. He could feel your heart pounding, wild with desire, as his teeth grazed the delicate skin of her neck. His erect cock pressed against you, setting off a chain reaction of desire that echoed through her whole body. You squirmed beneath him, thrusting up to meet him, your thighs clamping around his waist. He groaned as he sank into your, his hips bucking wildly in response.

"You're so fucking tight," he said, his voice heavy with lust.

"O-only for you," you breathed, as your hands gripped his arms as he began to move, slow at first, then faster, his, setting a rhythm that was both primal.

"F-fuck, you feel so good," he grunted, sweat beading on his forehead as he driving into you with reckless abandon. You met him thrust for thrust, your nails digging into his back as your orgasm built, the pressure mounting with every brutal.

"I'm sorry," he murmured after a while, rolling off you and pulling tour into his arms.

"W-what?" You asked, nestling your head on his broad chest.

"For hurting you. I can't promise it won't happen again, but I can promise that I'll always try to make it right. I know I said I would leave you but I can’t. And I won’t."

Tears filled your eyes as you realized that, despite his flaws, he truly cared for you.

"I-I forgive you," you whispered, kissing him softly on the lips. As the two of you drifted off to sleep, his cook began to stir once again, still slick with you.

You moaned as he moved on top of you, his hands pinning hers above her head.

"I can't get enough of you fuck." he growled, his hips grinding against you as he slid back inside. You both gasped as he entered you, your slick skin meeting with a wet slap.

"P-pleas— f-fuck me harder," you urged, digging your nails into his shoulders as he snapped his hips forward, his cock bottoming out in you again and again.

"You like that?" he panted, sweat dripping from his forehead onto your chest.

You wrapped her legs around his waist, giving him better access to your slick, wet, as he pounds into you with renewed energy. He quickens his pace, his cock driving deep, delighting in the sound of your ecstatic moans.

He grabs the leg he has earlier injured as kissed around the wound softly.

“I-I’m so sorry princess..”

you felt your insides come undone with his chest

"Goddamn, you're so tight," he growls, digging his fingers into your hips for leverage before placing your leg onto his shoulder. His hips slam into you, your breasts bouncing against his chest with each strike, sending electric shocks of pleasure shooting through her entire body.

“D-dabi!!” You yelped in a plea

“I -I can-“ you were hushed with a passionate kiss from him, lip on lip

“Cum for me princess..” he breath heavily on your lips as he thrusted rapidly, soon you came undone with a final hash thrust. Loud moans and groans filled the room switching from perfume to hot slutty sex.

He laid next to you as you cuddled on his chest,he grabbed your phone as he handed it to you.

“Call that bird and tell him your aren’t going anymore..” he said in a low possessive tone. You giggled at his words and give him a kiss on his neck trailing to your final destination his lips.

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brothers bestfriend!touya x bestfriends little sibling!reader

synopsis : basically just touya being your older brothers best friend and you constantly fawn over him but you’re off-limits so he ignores your advances 🤭

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that one scene from 10 things i hate about you

but with a twist

sorry this took so long for me to post! hope you enjoy. :)

dabis turquoise orbs glared at you from across the room, brows knitted together in a tight furrow. the familiar melody of ‘hypnotize’ by the notorious B.I.G. rumbled annoyingly loud through the cramped house party and dabi couldn’t help but grimace. you were stupidly dancing on top of one of the tables, clearly far too drunk for your own good. your hips swayed provocatively in front of the leering drunk men that surrounded you, cheering and whistling.

dabis long ringed digits tightened around the red solo cup in his large palm, threatening to crinkle and break the crimson plastic and screeching inaudibly beneath his grip. he hated this. he really really hated this. there wasn’t enough words to describe just how much he hated this. were you stupid? must be. that was the only logical explanation for this disgusting performance. i mean seriously, where was your shame?

dabi shouldn’t feel the intense jealousy that boiled under his skin, bubbling angrily through his now scorching veins but his otherwise uncaring judgement was clouded by white. hot. anger. you and dabi were friends - with benefits might i add - and that was all. no strings attached, no labels, nothing. so why was he so damn furious watching all these drunk fucks leer at you like a pack of wild animals. his nostrils flared as he watched you roll your hips and slowly bend your knees with your hands on your thighs to support your wobbly figure, continuing to dance along to the familiar song.

eventually dabi grew sick of watching you flaunt yourself and rose from his chair, the wooden legs scraping loudly against the floor below it. he took long strides towards the table, shoes pounding against the wood below him, each deliberate step he took making his adrenaline spike even more. “get down. before you break your fucking neck.” his deep voice reverberated over the loud music, his turquoise orbs blazing abnormally bright. you merely looked down at him, smiling drunkenly as you continued to dance, slowing your movements just to be spiteful and dabis knuckles turned white against the pressure of his clenched fists. “get. down.” he repeated through gritted teeth, barely audible but you still got the message.

dabis patience wore thin and he grabbed hold of your wrist, yanking you down from the table all while making sure you landed safely in front of him. gasps and boos erupted from the crowd of drunken men and dabi scoffed. “shows over.” he growled as he tugged you away from the kitchen and towards a more secluded spot in the house. “what’s your problem dabi..” you slurred, stumbling as you tried not to drag your feet and dabi snapped his head to glare down at you. “what’s my problem? what’s YOUR problem? standing up there dancing like an idiot and making an ass of yourself like some kind of whore?” he seethed.

“jeez, you’re so uptight.. i think you need another drink.” the way you spoke so casually - as if you didn’t care about the situation at all - made dabi sneer. how could you be so careless? what if he wasn’t here to protect you? he couldn’t have you being taken advantage of - or worse. he was furious just thinking of all the possible outcomes. if he wasn’t here to protect you that is.

“grow up, stop acting like a fucking teenager. we’re leaving, you’ve had enough for tonight.” dabi grunted as he turned to pull you away to find the front door but his movements were halted by your resistance. “i don’t want to leave, i’m having fun.” you protested as you planted your feet on the ground. “well i don’t care what you want to do.” dabi growled. you narrowed your eyes at him, studying his face for a moment before you spoke. “why do you care so much?” you ask, lifting your chin up questionably and dabi simply shakes his head. “i don’t.” he replied curtly and your eyes only narrow even further.

dabi shakes his head at the shit eating grin that progressively grew on her lips, about to tell you to shut up before you even spoke, but you beat him to it. “you’re jealous.” “no-“ he practically interrupted growling through his words. “i’m not ‘jealous.’ i just don’t want to sit here and watch you make a total ass out of yourself like a moron.” he retaliated and you only laughed. “aww, this is new. jealousy looks kinda hot on you.” you licked your lips with that same wide grin and he scoffed. “we’re leaving. it’s late anyway.” with that, dabi grabbed your arm and began leading you away from the party and towards the front door, and this time, you didn’t protest. “maybe when we’re home, you can take all this anger out on me..” you purred suggestively and he rolled his eyes. “not happening. i don’t want you to puke in my mouth while we’re doing it.” he grumbled, his face twisting in disgust at the mental image. “you’re drunk as fuck.” you only laugh and lean against him, entertained by his words as you both leave the party.