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The Side Effect of Building a Villain - Fem!Reader x Dabi

summary: your life has always been marked by tragedies, but the arrival of that boy with sad eyes and blue flames in your life is perhaps the greatest of all. warnings: AFAB!reader (she/her pronouns) - past trauma - mentions of rape - abusive behavior - extremely toxic relationship - misogyny - Dabi can be a piece of shit, he's really bad at feelings - not happy ending - murder - murder mentions - Dabi is not a yandere, but he is just as toxic - mentions of child abuse - corruption kink - they are late teen friends, but the beach scene happens when they are adults a/n: this is my first time writing for Dabi, and it's also my first time posting something darker than I usually do. I don't know if Dabi here is fitted as yandere, but I'll tag it like this just in case. and the timeline may not be faithful to the manga. Comments and reblogs are very appreciated!

When you were a teenager, even though you had no idea if you were 14 or 17, you had a memory gap. It was a gap that, no matter how hard you tried, you wouldn't be able to fill with memories of what really happened. Your age didn't matter. You didn't know, to be honest. The woman who gave birth to you and threw you out on the streets never taught you to read, write or do math, nor the day of your birthday you had the right to know. The only thing you had was a plant name, which you suspected was just a grotesque alias your mother gave you: Dioneia. You confirmed this when you heard on a program about caring for carnivorous plants by the loud sound of the television coming from a house you were sheltering on the porch – right after being kicked like a dog by the owner. The full name was: Dionaea Muscipula. And at that moment you knew that that wasn't your real name, it was just another remnant of your mother's evil, who always said that if you wanted to stay alive, you would have to hunt insects to feed, because she wouldn't use the her hard-earned money to support a good-for-nothing who wasn't even good for cleaning the bathroom.

Tired of the abuse, you wanted to leave that house. Tired of you, she kicked you out. Now you were free and you had a whole world to explore and all the houses to live in. You didn't have any owner, you didn't have money, you didn't belong, but you could park anywhere you wanted. The authorities could put you inside an orphanage, but you would know how to escape. Daughter of the streets, connoisseur of all kinds of trickery – or so you fantasized about before going to sleep – you would make your name as a rambunctious pickpocket that escaped the hands of your captors and found its way back to your street girl lifestyle.

You didn't know how long you lived alone on street corners, scavenging for food or occasionally getting a fresh sandwich from someone with a good heart who still had the humanity inside to reach out to a hungry child. But that was rare, you didn't cling to the hope of being rescued and welcomed. Your stomach hurt and you couldn't see anything but helplessness and the need to wait for another restaurant to close before finally going through the garbage in search of leftovers.

The loneliness lasted for about three years – you counted seeing fireworks bursting at the turn of each year – until you found a boy about your age, in the same situation as you. And on that day, you already had such a gap in your memory, but it didn't matter, looking deep into those cyan blue eyes, wide and sad, you recognized in him everything that was in you. You were equals and from then on you would walk the same path and unite for the same goal: to survive until the next sunrise.

“My name is Dio,” you told him. You found it difficult to pronounce Dionaea, so you abbreviated it to make life easier for you and your grumpy new friend.

"I didn't ask," he muttered irritably, turning over and trying to go back to sleep.

“You laid on my bed, so we'd better be friends. I don't like sleeping with someone I don't know the name of,” your words didn't have a double meaning, but you saw his white brow arch.

“The street is public, and this alley here has no owner. Make yourself another bed.” He arranged the huge piece of cardboard over the body and closed his eyes. And you haven't stopped talking.

Not even for a minute. You talked so much, hours of monologues, that he got used to you and even lifted his head to see if you were asleep or gone when you were silent for a few minutes.

“My name is Touya, but if you call me by it around someone, I burn you alive,” he finally opened a space for you to enter his life, even if it was followed by a threat, while a blue flame – perhaps the most beautiful and dangerous thing you had ever seen in your life –, slipped through his scrawny and dirty fingers.

“Then how can I call you…?” You cocked your head to the side, confused, and the boy compared you to a curious puppy. It was cute, somehow.

"...Dabi."

D+D, you would be from then on. Dabi for Dio, Dio for Dabi. You liked how it sounded, it was the first time you felt affection and became attached to someone. And he would give you attention and even a little affection, in his own way, of course. Without being too open, with sarcastic comments. Several curses escaped, but deep down, really deep down, with a zeal he didn't think he'd feel for anyone, he looked out for you. In a very weird way, he took care of you and protected you. Maybe it was the leftover older brother role he had – which you didn't know about and he didn't mean to tell you –, but he didn't want to be your brother. He was in puberty, and you were attractive. Beautiful in your own way and you had a developed body, so there was no danger of him feeling any brotherly feelings for you. It was carnal.

But he still had the childish thoughts ingrained, and it wasn't like he was going to be able to ask you to fuck him either. You seemed too silly and oblivious to such matters. When he made a double-entendre joke, you asked him what he meant and he ended up embarrassing himself, gaining a rosy color in his pale face and the weight of shyness falling on his head.

Maybe you saw him as a brother. He hated to think about it. The subject of family was something he wanted to keep as far away as possible.

“Dabi, do you want to get married?” You asked this out of the blue, one night when you were looking at the starry sky, lying on the floor of the terrace of an abandoned building, after you eluded the police.

“No,” he replied immediately.

"I want to."

"Hm."

“If you change your mind, we can get married.” Your tongue was faster than your brain, but you didn't have time to hide your embarrassed face, because his words made you a little uncomfortable and sad.

“I don't want to marry you. You have no quirk, and that would only give me trouble. Besides, you're terrible at stealing food. I don't know how you survived for so long being so useless."

He didn't sound offensive, his voice was soft like melted butter, and not even sarcastic, but it reminded you of your mother always telling you that you were an embarrassment to her; a stain on her heroin career.

You stayed quiet and didn't say anything else for the rest of the night. Dabi knew he crossed the line, but he didn't find a way to apologize to you. He had been honest, after all. It would be better for him to remain sincere than to plant a barren seed in soil as fertile as yours.

But even so, he wanted to please you, pulling you close to him when the night began to cool and you shivered in the cold and caressed your hair as he watched your chest rise and fall in a calm rhythm.

You no longer ate food you found in the trash at restaurants. Dabi didn't accept your lifestyle, he didn't want to rummage through trash cans with you. He was smarter and gave zero fucks about ethics or morals.

It was from him that you learned – or so you thought –, to steal. He learned to break down doors and be silent, so you followed in his footsteps. From then on, it was rare that you saw yourself almost starving to death. When you didn't want to go, for fear of taking a chance and getting him into trouble for your uselessness, he'd bring enough food for the two of you. Sometimes he brought more than food, he brought warm clothes and a blanket to keep you warm on cold nights and keep you from sticking to him like a tick looking for warmth, in addition to perfumes, body lotions and some jewelry that you liked to wear.

But then you got used to it. You no longer cared about anything anymore and you didn't even feel sorry for the people you robbed. It was usually the ones who looked at you with disgust, and shooed you away as if you were a contagious disease. Dabi would chase them around until he found out where they lived, and then when they weren't home you both would break in, taking long bathes and leaving behind nothing but empty packaging and a mess for the unfortunates to clean up and curtains scorched with Dabi's flames, like a clear reminder that you would bother as much as necessary if it guaranteed your survival.

The days slipped by in the alleys of your lives, the maturity of the years passing by starting to knock on the door, your needs also changed. Dabi's went down more carnal paths. Sometimes he would disappear for a night or days and he would come back with healthy skin marked by hickeys and lipstick on the collar of his shirt. You knew what he did, but you didn't question it. Deep inside, you were bothered and couldn't contain the jealousy, but you tied it to a fear that he'd meet someone, marry and leave you behind, because the same need didn’t overtake you. You had a block when you thought about someone touching you. It was a disgust that seemed to have been born along with you. The thought of doing something so dirty made you want to take a two-hour shower and scrub yourself raw.

Dabi knew this. You always ran away when he pressed you into a wall after a mood was formed. He felt rejected, but he tried to think you were a virgin and for that reason you were afraid.

He would be kind, he thought. That's why he was always looking for random women, he wanted to gain a good amount of experience so he would be able to know exactly how and where to touch you to give you as much pleasure as possible. It was ridiculous, but he couldn't help but put you on a pedestal that no one else would ever be.

“Dio, are we going to the beach? I brought you a bikini,” once, on a scorching summer day, he invited you over.

“Dabi… your hair!”

"What’s the problem?"

“It's black!”

"Yea, I dyed it. White makes me look grandpa,” he replied, ruffling his black locks, revealing a little dye-stained forehead skin.

It was a blatant lie, but you would never ask the real reason for it. And you really liked his new look. Black contrasted with his healthy, pale skin and accentuated his eyes color, giving him a mysterious air, which was nothing like the almost ghostly appearance he had in the first few days he came into your life. And also new metallic clamps were being stuck in his skin. You knew he was severely injured every time he used his quirk, but he never let you take care of the burns. He got angry every time you felt sorry for his state.

So you learned to be smarter and better fit your own lifestyle and within your limitations of not having a quirk. You didn't want to be a burden in his life or be the reason for new burns to spread through his already fragile body.

“Where did you get that bikini? It's new?" You picked up the pieces and felt your face heat up. Did he really want you to wear that? That piece of fabric wouldn't cover you properly.

“I was passing by a store and I saw it in the showcase. I went in there, as no one was behind the counter, I took it and left,” he shrugged.

“And what are you going to wear?”

"That outfit." He pointed to what he was wearing.

"What do you mean? It's hot, you'll be roasted to death in that sweatshirt." You arched your brow, trying not to feel too affected by his new hair color.

He was attractive in every way, but if white hair made him a very handsome guy, black hair made him hot as hell and it was waking up in you something you'd never experienced. You felt like clinging to his body and feeling his hands on your waist or other more intimate parts. But you soon tried to push those thoughts away when your old revulsion for sex kicked in.

"I'm wearing a shirt underneath," was his reply. "I brought money too. We can rent a cheap hotel room for a few days, and let's find a shower for us to bathe in. Today we're going to profit, doll. This season is great for tourists with a full bank account and a full wallet of notes."

He said in an almost contagious mood, but all you could think about was how embarrassed you were to wear such a tiny bikini.

When you left the unhealthy hotel that Dabi checked into for three days and two nights, even showered with a squirt of perfume, you walked down the street as if you two weren't a remnant of decadent and unequal society.

Whoever Dabi stole or scammed from, the money was enough to get you a safe shelter and decent food for half a week. Which was already a very good thing.

You were trying to hide your body with your hands, and Dabi didn't seem at all bothered by your discomfort. On the contrary, every now and then he would arrange a favorable situation to position himself behind you, put his arms around your waist and make you cling to him, feeling all the high temperature of his body. Also something hard against the back of your body.

"Dabi... There are people looking..." you despaired with people's censorious looks. But it wasn't like he cared. He was getting too furious with so many covetous looks at you. Yes, you were a hot little thing that would make even the oldest dick harden, but you were his hot little thing.

"Let them look, doll," he replied, his voice husky right next to your ear, making you feel his quickening breath.

When he finally pulled away from you, letting you walk a little ahead of him just to get a good look at your perfect ass that was barely covered by your bikini bottoms, his attention was diverted to a group of rich girls chatting away audibly at the beach kiosk, but soon returned to the sand where there were many people resting under umbrellas or cooling off in the sea water.

The sun that burned the skin devoid of any sun protection and that would hurt when bathing was the same that tanned the skin of those rich people, while they were distracted from their valuables. There were some lost children there, who with the most trained eye, you recognized that they were just like you. The rich people didn't seem to be bothered by the presence of these sad-looking children who lacked affection or something nutritious to eat. They didn't seem to believe that their privilege could be tied to the existence of this kind of problem that plagued the fetid world that they insisted was beautiful, colorful and joyful.

Ignoring all that, with your attention in the same direction, you would know exactly what to do. Dabi had taught you.

Sneaky as felines, creating some situation to distract people, you ran your hands through the open bags and pulled out your wallets, jewelry or anything of value and walked away as if nothing had happened.

Dabi stuffed everything into a black bag he had taken with him and you immediately looked for possible victims. You didn't go to the beach as tourists or vacationers, you went on business. And before the sun went down, you were in your hotel room again, counting your profits.

You finally had enough money to eat well for a few days and buy nice clothes and sunscreen – for you –, Dabi thought the sun was less toxic than his flames, and he didn't believe it would improve his burns either.

Your financial education was scarce, not to mention non-existent, because this was a subject reserved only for those who were born for money, and not for two starving youngsters dazzled by the big bills that would not take long to disappear from your hands like smoke. The next day, bags full of useless things would weigh on fragile arms full of scars from the daily struggles for survival.

Although Dabi always thought it was good to save a little money, he also knew it was risky and you didn't have any security. The days were uncertain, one day you were alive, but the next day everything could fall apart and you wouldn't even have the right to see the moon rise in the sky. So he too agreed to live in the present, without clinging to the future.

You were still wearing your bikini and feeling the sweat sticking to your skin when Dabi put a pure gold choker around your neck, in front of the stained mirror in the room you were staying in.

"You were born to be covered in gold, princess," he murmured against you, as his arms closed around your waist again.

Seeing his face in the reflection, the purplish burning skin against your healthy one, you wanted to caress and ask if it hurt, but you wouldn't. And there was no mood either. Because in the atmosphere there was only room for his hungry countenance as he tightened his grip and clung closer to you. Still looking in the mirror, you could only see the clump of his black hair on the curve of his neck and feel the contrast of the soft lip and the other hardened by scars and metal clamps against your sensitive skin. You felt like he was sucking, possibly trying to leave a bruise there. His heart raced faster as his arms eased the grip, but only to start exploring your body with his hands.

"You will be mine tonight." It wasn't a request, it was an observation. "You have no idea how much I want you. How hard I want to fuck you," and you felt one hand going to your breast and squeezing it hard and the other going down your belly and finding your entrance over the fabric.

Involuntarily, you spread your legs and leaned your head back onto his shoulder.

Before he could do anything else, he turned you to face him and kissed you. It was an urgent kiss, his tongue entering your mouth and tangling with yours. It tasted like the orange juice he bought for you to drink before heading back to the hotel. When he bit your lip hard, you didn't know if it was on purpose, but you didn't have time to complain, because he soon went back to sticking his tongue in your mouth and fishing yours to catch between his lips and suck. That ended up making you moan, earning him a loud, hard slap on your ass.

He was different from the subtle guy who always pulled away when you showed the slightest bit of discomfort. It seemed like at that moment he wouldn't stop even if you asked him to.

Without realizing it, you were lying on your back on the bed, on top of the bills and valuables you stole, with him on top of you, not stopping to move for a second.

He was restless and relentless. Sometimes he would caress your intimacy over the fabric and kisses down to your covered breasts, sometimes he would hold your neck with his hand and make you look into his eyes. The blues that used to be crystalline now looked darkened by lust and something else you couldn't identify.

"Are you going to be good to me? Are you going to let me fuck you like a little slut like you deserve to be fucked?" he asked, his hand still around your throat, making you feel the choker chain sink into your skin.

But you felt something fill that empty space in your memory. The words. You had heard it before and your body tensed in agony. It wasn't a good thing.

"Dabi..."

"That's it. You're gonna say that when I've got my dick shoved into that virgin pussy of yours, and you're gonna squeeze me until I cum, got it? You won't stop squeezing me until you're full of my cum." He cracked a malicious smile.

One more drop of remembrance filling the gap.

Virgin. You weren't a virgin.

"Please..."

"Already begging? What a bitch you are, huh? I always knew you were a cocksleeve."

And with an inordinate force, you felt the bottom of your bikini being ripped from you and then your whole body shuddered in terror.

"Stop..." you muttered, feeling panic wash over you.

Now you remembered everything. Dabi was no longer Dabi. The guy on top of you, violently undressing you and forcing your legs apart was one of the fake good humans that came into your life. He offered you food and a shelt at his place, but in the middle of the night he took the price. Your virginity. You remember the terror you felt, the pain of that disgusting member painfully entering you, his dirty words in your ear, his hand on your neck. Everything.

And you were back in your nightmare, dreaming of having the gap in your memory again.

When you woke up, Dabi was scared and shaking you to bring you back to consciousness.

"Dio! Dio! What happened? Why are you crying like that?"

He was trying to hold your flailing arms and legs and in the frantic struggle, your bikini top slipped to the side leaving your tits out. You were naked. But Dabi no longer saw you with desire. He wanted to calm you down.

And then little by little you came back to reality, into the turquoise eyes of that boy who meant everything to you. You were safe. He wasn't that monster. It was him, your Dabi.

You told him everything without hiding a single detail. He listened in silence and you could have sworn you saw smoke escaping from his pores, the temperature of the room rising was just evidence of his quirk activating without him noticing.

"Who is he?"

"I don't know his name."

"Tell me how he is," wasn't a request, it was an explicit order.

"I don't remember well. It's been so many years."

"Tell me what you remember. Anything."

"He had a bakery down the block from that first alley we shared. It was the only bakery."

Dabi bared his teeth, angrily.

"That worm is dead."

You widened your eyes, too scared to see a side of Dabi you'd never seen before.

"What will you do...?"

"You still ask? Are you stupid by any chance?" He glared at you, eyes gleaming like ice against the streetlights.

"Dabi..."

"Stop talking, girl. Go take a shower and put on some decent clothes."

You didn't understand why he was so angry with you, but the guilt hit you for having ruined the mood. You even tried to kiss him, but he rudely pushed you away.

Sad and confused, you grabbed a shabby, faded outfit and went to take a shower. Stinging from the sunburn and the bruises Dabi left on your skin, you felt the tears pricking your eyes. With the weight of having back the memory that your brain blocked to defend you, you allowed yourself to cry.

Only after you had no more tears did you turn off the shower, dry yourself on the towel, put on your clothes and leave the bathroom.

Dabi wasn't there anymore and some money bills disappeared too. In fact, he left enough for you to pay for the rest of your hotel stay.

Thinking you had been abandoned, you were surprised to see Dabi walking through the door after a whole day and night gone. He looked less irritated and was smelling of alcohol and some feminine perfume. You knew he had gone somewhere looking for sex. You didn't blame him, but you felt your heart ache.

"Pack things up, we're going somewhere else."

You didn't question, you just accepted.

The other place was a roadside hotel. You could feel your legs burning from the long walk you two had taken, that when you got there, you just wanted to get into a tub full of brine.

You tried to bring it up with Dabi, but he was gruff. You didn't understand what his fucking problem was, but he wasn't willing to tell you. That one wasn't the same Dabi as always, he looked like a different person.

After you'd showered and had new, clean clothes that you'd managed to convince Dabi to let you buy, you tried to strike up another conversation. No success again.

And so it went for the next few days and weeks too.

You were limited to quick conversations, it was usually something he demanded you do, and he swore at you when you refused.

Fights took the place of conversations. It wasn't quite physical, but he punched the wall every time you did something he didn't like. With his mood inflamed, you saw your sweet Dabi consumed by the fury of his flames, literally and figuratively.

His burns got worse every day, as if he had used the quirk too much, and you were starting to despair. But respecting him, you didn't say anything. And if he did, you knew he could escalate the verbal abuse into something more violent. You didn't have the power to fight him, so you just curled up in a corner and cried silently, while your stomach ached with hunger again.

Another thing that had changed: he didn't bring you food anymore. If you wanted to eat, you had to steal on your own or dig around in the garbage, like the useless being you've always been.

Putting into practice what he taught you, you even managed to pick up some food at convenience stores, but soon someone noticed you and chased you. Many times, after being caught, you suffered some physical violence and with that bruises were accumulating all over your body.

How did Dabi manage to slip by unnoticed? How could you be sneaky when you were with him? Did not you know. Maybe it was the confidence coming from him that made you feel brave. Now that he was away, you felt like you had lost the ability to be a thief. And you had lost the only person who filled your days with a warm feeling like love.

But it wasn't love. Of that you were sure, it was something more carnal, more mundane. On his side, at least. You figured he only saw you as someone he wanted to fuck and when he couldn't, he dumped you. And what was bad got worse when you wanted to give him a blowjob, to calm him down and make him go back to his old Dabi a little, but it was a disaster. You had never done it, so in addition to almost throwing up from the weird taste and not holding it in your mouth, in the back of your throat, you bit it, which made him upset.

It was no use apologizing, he looked into your eyes and said he felt sorry for the guy who wanted to marry you.

Emotional dependence was an unfamiliar term for you. You didn't have access to psychological support services, you lived on the streets, so no one would come to talk to you and explain that what you felt for Dabi was just the result of dependency. You needed him like he was the air you breathed, and oblivious to that, ignorant of how harmful it was, you still insisted on wanting him back in your life. You held on to the happy days with him, even if they were dark for the way you lived. You wanted to see home in his eyes again, even if in his life, there was never room for you.

When you finally started to understand this and backed away when he approached, he went back to reacting and being friendly, bringing you food and some clothes, even sunscreen. Saying he was just angry about what you'd been through and frustrated that you couldn't find the bastard who hurt you. You wanted to believe him, but you couldn't. Not when he showed up with three nose piercings and didn't make a point of hiding lipstick stains on his shirt, did you know he was just keeping his dick wet somewhere while you cried in the corners and got beat up by someone who came after you to force you to return the shit you stole.

But it was okay. Everything was back to normal, you thought. Dabi actually kept his demeanor tame for about three weeks, but you would have thought the lull was just the prelude to the dense cloud that hovered in the air and you ignored heralded a storm.

When lightning and thunder cut through the sky of your shitty life, you felt like something inside you died. Luckily, the love for Dabi and the addiction died together.

It was in one of the persecutions you suffered that everything went wrong. You had messed with some bad guys and they weren't going to limit themselves to cursing you and slapping you three times in the face. Your life was at risk.

Cornered, they approached you with devilish features, drooling like filthy pigs.

“She's a cutie, isn't she? Maybe we can get something much better than what she took from us…”

And everyone agreed with him. Exhausted from running, too tired to beg for mercy, you saw your life flash before your eyes. And when one of them took you by the arm, a shrill scream cut through the silence of the night, making you open your eyes and see blue flames engulfing one of the guys and, one after the other, they were all packed with the same flames, until there was nothing left but smoldering bodies on the floor.

Behind the cloud of smoke, a smoking Dabi stopped next to you. The icy eyes contrasted with the high temperature of his body. You could smell the roasted meat of both the executioners and him.

Tranced by the grotesque scene, a little dumbfounded by it all and also worried about Dabi's severe burns, you held his arm and felt a small flame lick your hand, making you recoil and scream in pain.

“You really are the dumbest bitch I've ever met,” he growled, watching you whimper in pain.

"Why did you do that? Your body can't take it when you use your quirk like that..."

The regret of having touched on a sensitive topic came at the same time you felt yourself pressed against the damp, musty wall, his hand boiling around your neck.

"Are you reminding me that I'm a failure?" He spat the words out sharply, approaching you dangerously. “Did you really mean that?”

"I… can't… breathe…" you felt tears starting to pool in your eyes, both from the tightness and the high temperature coming from him, as you held his arms trying to get him to let go.

You knew you'd be left with a burn scar there if you survived.

“Actually, you're really stupid. You are the useless one. A little bitch who can't even steal without getting into trouble and doesn't even have the quirk to escape a rapist. The fault is yours. Or did you not defend yourself from your alleged rape because you enjoyed being fucked by that rat?”

After those words, your physical pain was the least you felt. You let your arms drop to your sides.

And he seemed to realize the big shit he'd said without thinking, seconds later. Filled with rage, he really had fucked up. The same minute you looked at him with genuine disgust, he let go of you. Taking three steps back involuntarily, he turned and walked away.

He didn't apologize, he preferred to get away from you once and for all. He knew you were his weakness, and the lifestyle he was about to acquire had no room for angels like you. And in his heart there was only room for hate and revenge and not such contrasting feelings as you insisted on trying to fill.

After the incident in the alley, you only heard from Dabi, who you didn't know was really related to him, on a winter day when they found the body of the bakery owner. Murdered with refinements of cruelty with a bladed weapon, and with the words written on his stomach and near his torn groin: “rapist and pedophile”, by the tip of the same instrument used to take his life.

You didn't care if he did the murder himself. On that day, you were preparing to die of malnutrition and hypothermia on the street, when an angel appeared in your life. A real angel, good by heart, generous and kind. He rescued you, gave you a room to live in and a job at a hero agency. You had no quirk, but you could clean the place in exchange for a reasonable salary that could buy you everything you needed. No luxuries, but it kept you warm on cold days and no longer forced you to sleep so you wouldn't feel your stomach hurt from hunger.

Dabi was really gone, but not for long. Coming out of the shadows of marginalized life and the invisibility of the dangerous and dirty streets, you heard about him on the news. He was darker and his black hair more opaque, like he no longer washes like he used to when he was with you, but the eyes and the scars were his. It was him. The Dabi you knew, the one you saw crying, laughing and despairing, now sported a psychotic smile. A smile of someone who left most demons behind and decided to move on to exercise the one who forced him to go through so much shit at such a young age. A smile of someone who left behind a life he even considered comfortable next to a person he came to love, just to live for his greater purpose.

But now the crimes he committed became less and less forgivable. You doubted that there was even a shred of the good soul that still lingered in his adolescence, on the cold days when you huddled under marquees and dreamed of a better life.

But somehow you already expected it, you saw the way this villain was built. The process was slow and the biggest loser of it all was you.

Murder, kidnapping and a lot of other shit was what the reporter said as an image of him played all over the screen. Your stomach turned over remembering the day you killed him inside and wanted to throw up your dinner, but you held on and put on your headphones, turned up the music and went to clean the agency's service area. He was a ghost from the past. Dead ones should stay buried, though you remembered him every time you looked in the mirror and saw the burn scars on your neck, like a macabre finger necklace he'd given you the day you didn't want to know about him anymore.

When you finished cleaning everything, you heard all the glass in the place burst and the alarms go off deafeningly. Shit, you were alone there at night. You liked working late into the night while watching the news on TV in the lobby of the agency. You were a real fucking loser, why did they decide to attack an empty agency? You've even seen yourself in the news about a female employee being taken hostage by a villain who had issues with the hero owner. It was too ridiculous and you almost laughed when you saw the blue flames consuming the entire interior of that place.

You rolled your eyes. It couldn't be anyone else if not the villain of your life.

Knowing that now you would die, you remained in the service area. Hearing conversations among the group that invaded the place, you heard Dabi saying that it was useless to look for the fugitive, that maybe he had gone somewhere else, but the guy, who seemed to be the boss, told him to shut up and go look in each room and burn everything, including possible witnesses. Interestingly, he did.

Burning what he saw ahead, he finally entered where you were. You saw the moment his flames went out when his eyes met yours.

"Hi, doll. Did you know you look really hot in that janitor uniform?” There was no surprise in his eyes when he saw you.

"You messed up," your voice came out hoarse and low.

“What?” He arched an eyebrow.

"I just cleaned up there, and you messed up."

He didn't have to struggle to understand the real meaning of your words. Sighing, looking into your eyes and then looking down at the scar on your hand and neck, he looked back into your eyes, before saying:

“Run and don't look back. You haven't seen me here.”

Letting you get away with your life, despite the clear order to burn everything he saw, was Dabi's way of apologizing for all the emotional and physical marks he left on you.

Your body moved by itself. Maybe it was your survival instinct, but you found the fire escape with unnatural ease. When you gained the street and were out of danger, you saw huge blue and merciless flames consuming everything that represented your life change.

And by the same hands that once caressed your hair in your sleep, your life was ruined again.

#yandere dabi x reader #yandere bnha #x female reader #tw: yandere #yandere #tw: child abuse #tw: rape mention #tw: misogyny #tw: violence #tw: toxic relationships #yandere my hero academia #yandere boku no hero academia #bnha imagines #my hero academy imagines #yandere boku no hero

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shiggybrainr0t · 28 days

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bakugou isn’t afraid to love you openly here, in the morning sun.

note: title is lyrics from a zach bryan song <3 this has only been lightly edited, but I hope you enjoy! the line break thing below is from @/cafekitsune

bakugou slams his hand down on his alarm clock at 5:29 a.m., exactly one minute before the alarm is actually set to go off. you have been fighting off a cold the past few days, and after some warm soup and medicine he bribed you with a kiss to take, he’s a nurturer at heart, sue him, you finally were able to sleep. that last thing he wants is his stupid alarm to wake you up.

bakugou is a natural earlier riser. he likes to have time to wake up, drink some coffee, go to the gym and shower and still make it back to you before 8. when he looks over at you now though, he has a feeling that his morning routine isn’t going to be acted upon.

you’re sprawled across his bare chest, legs tangled up with his like a love knot. your face is squished against his bicep, mouth hanging open since you can’t breath through your nose at the moment. some drool has dried on his skin, and while bakugou usually is a clean freak, the sight endears him more than it grosses him out.

perspiration makes your skin glow slightly in the soft early sunlight. you had been running a low grade fever last night, but you still insisted on plastering yourself to him to sleep even though he naturally runs hotter than the average person. he knows you’ll complain whenever you have to unstick yourself from him, but he also knows later tonight you’ll snuggle up to him all the same.

looking at you like this, so soft and warm, he’s suddenly reminded of when he first met you. he was a brooding second year at u.a., a child who had been through far too much already, and you were in the general studies department. the school decided to partner up the hero courses with the general studies department for some assignment bakugou can’t even remember now. he got paired with you.

he remembers the guarded look in your eyes whenever you approached him for the first time, the way you softly introduced yourself, and the way you glared at him whenever he scoffed at you. he remembers being surprised, no one normally had the guts to do anything except take what he dished out. but you didn’t.

one night in the library, you finally hit your breaking point. you were mad and fed up with his attitude. the words you said to him still pierce him today.

“bakugou. you have the potential to make something of yourself, but your attitude is going to determine whether you’re great or horrible.”

you had rushed off in a huff after that, leaving him there speechless. he’d been chasing you ever since. eventually, fourth year to be exact, you let him catch you.

now, in bed with you all these years later, he isn’t afraid to be soft with you. he isn’t afraid to touch your face gently, like he does now. bakugou lightly traces the lines of your face with one calloused finger, lingering on the bags underneath your eyes that have deepened from your lack of sleep lately.

his touch makes you stir, and let a jumble of sounds that after years of practice bakugou can understand to be the question “what time is it?”

“too early for you to be up. go back to sleep.” is his response, gruff voice only a whisper. you let out a “mmmmmkay” and snuggle in closer, if that’s even possible. you both are already practically one being, but bakugo can’t find it in him to be upset.

with you in his arms, bakugou drifts back to sleep, morning routine all but forgotten.

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katszumi · 4 days

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bakugou hated defeat. he was never one to forfeit anything. if he could challenge the ocean to a battle, he would and sincerely believe he’d win.

once, he admits defeat to the universe and chooses to let you slip through his fingers.

when he began to fall in love with your sweet manner, delicate touch, warm smile and witty behavior, he also began to hate himself.

he hated the way he was when it came to feelings. he knew he wasn’t able to express his emotions like a good boyfriend should. he was intolerable, insufferable. something that couldn’t have mixed with you.

love was a foreign concept to him, something he couldn’t grasp but something he desperately wished for deep down, no matter how many times he brushed it off or ridiculed the idea.

bakugou knew love wasn’t designed for him, and he wasn’t ever going to let his silly imagination deceive him otherwise.

but, he knows his heart never stands a chance. especially tonight when he finds you on the terrace of ua. the night-sky wrapped the area in its darkness, the crescent moon illuminating the brightest color it could, and the silent night bringing the greatest solitude it could.

bakugou attempts to leave you be, but your eyes find him faster than he originally thought, him being pulled into your magnetic, overwhelming aura.

“hey,” he begins, a slight waver in his voice from his nerves. “not enjoyin’ the party inside?”

you chuckle slightly, waving his question off. “just needed some air.”

bakugou nods in response. he folded his arms over the railing, taking in the scenery around them.

it was the last night for the third years at ua, everyone celebrating their triumphs, losses, friendships. it was the last time they’d be within this building all together, the last time bakugou could silently admire you from afar. he’d always think about his last day there, wondering if he’d be shouting from excitement. he wasn’t close to thinking that he’d feel like his whole world was coming down.

you were planning to travel to the united states to start your hero debut, receiving an offer there that you just couldn’t pass up. he remembered the moment when you told him so vividly. you wore a huge smile, basically jumping out of excitement. that was the first time bakugou came to the realization that he couldn’t have you.

truth be told, he was scared of breaking paths with you. anger, sorrow, fear. you shone a light on all of those emotions. it felt like his anchor was gone. breaking every stable piece off of him one by one.

“so, what’s next for you? don’t think you ever told me your plan.”

in his head, bakugou replies with, that was on purpose. he wanted to remove everything from his mind. go with the flow and live in the moment until it was officially time to get started on his new path of life. but, he figured there was no more time to put it off.

“stay in the city for a bit. kirishima talked about collaboratin’ on an agency, so been givin’ that some consideration.” he replies somberly. “i don’t know really, just gotta find something to keep me busy.”

you echoed bakugou’s action from earlier, nodding to his statement. a small sigh parted your lips, partly from exhaustion, but also from sadness.

“you scared?” it came out as a whisper, as if it was a taboo subject to never touch on, and frankly it was when it came to bakugou.

he waited to respond, pausing for as long as he could before the silence turned uncomfortable.

“yeah.” something so simple but spoke so much considering bakugou would never admit such a thing. “you’ll be okay though. you got an offer some of us wish we could have, and i heard the states has good job opportunities.”

“i don’t wanna go.” first it came out as a mumble, bakugou unsure if he just understood the words that came out of your mouth.

“what?”

“i don’t want to go.” this time, your voice was much more stern.

“the fuck you talkin’ about? you’ve been excited for this shit the day you got the letter, now you don’t wanna go? as if.” he was aware that he came off a little too defensive, mostly to shield his heart from catching a little bit of hope, he didn’t mean to come at you so harshly.

you peeled your eyes away from him, purposely avoiding his eye contact. looking at him seemed more like receiving a scolding from a parent more than anything right now.

“i mean, the united states? i’ll be there alone, no family, no friends. it’s not the money or opportunities i’m concerned about, bakugou. it’s about my happiness.” you explained. “isn’t that something you’re thinking about too?”

bakugou weighs his options. he thinks he has nothing else to lose, but he also considers the fact of you breaking his heart even more than it is. besides, you were smart, he knew you were going to take the offer anyway no matter how bad your nerves were eating you up.

“you can’t think with your heart about things like this, y/n.” he knows he’s an asshole. he knows you’re looking to him for the reassurance you want to hear but he just can’t give it.

“i’m not! i just want to be happy doing the things i love and that’s not possible in an environment i cant stand to be in.”

“you don’t know that yet.”

“i’m getting a pretty good feeling.”

“because you’re scared.”

you shrug, “so what? you don’t know how i feel. you’ll be here with your mom, dad, and all of your friends. i’ll have to start over from scratch in a country i know nothing about.”

he scoffed, his eyes darting away from your figure. “right because you know exactly how i feel.” his tone bled with sarcasm.

“you don’t tell me how you feel for anything, so sorry for taking an educated guess.” you retorted.

“you never ask to begin with.”

“as if you’d even tell me. you think i haven’t noticed you avoiding me these past couple of weeks? you don’t even talk to me anymore.”

now the roles reversed, you stared at him, bakugou not daring to look into your eye.

he shifted in his position, beginning to become uncomfortable. he replayed in his mind what he should’ve done moments ago instead of coming to speak to you.

“nothing to say?” you were playing with fire, not caring that you were poking the bear. “guess that’s not anything new. you just do whatever you want, say whatever you wish without thinking of the other person, because you’re ‘katsuki bakugou’. the man who cares about none other than the title of being the number one hero.”

“that’s not fuckin’ true and you know it.” he snaps his head towards you.

“do i?” your eyes searched his. “maybe a few months ago i would’ve, but you’ve been treating me like an outcast recently. i thought i mattered to you! i thought we were something!”

“what do you want me to say here?”

“i want you to be honest.”

bakugou clenched his teeth, his jaw sharpening from the action. of course he wanted to be with you, there was no other girl that he could imagine being with. but it just couldn’t work. you weren’t made to be with a monster, and he didn’t deserve to enjoy something so sweet as you.

so, bakugou opted to refuse the truth once again, brushing her off.

“you’re just too good for me.” he simply replies. “don’t waste your potential here. go to america.”

bakugou takes no more time to indulge in your erratic behavior, so he leaves you at the terrace, the noise of the party being heard the moment he opened the side door.

he wanted you more than anything. if the universe loved him a little more, then maybe things between you two would work out. but because of his shitty luck and vexatious attitude, you two just didn’t match.

he also knew there was just someone you were bound to fall in love with in america.

bakugou wasn’t going to lead you on to make a stupid decision. even if that meant destroying himself in the process.

the morning after, your name wasn’t to be found on any of his socials, and his messages to you turned green. if he didn’t know before, then he definitely knew now that he burned anything he had with you.

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ilylovelyz · 9 months

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⍣ ೋ Cupid's Chokehold.

˚ · . mirio x afab!reader

: ̗̀➛ love at first sight to unrequited love to mutual pining, mentions of character death, a lil angst, reader is a cunty brat, smut, this is more fluff and angst than smut, choking, overstimulation, riding, unprotected sex, cervix, fucking, creampie, multiple orgasms, belly bulge, implied breeding, implied size kink, reader is sir nighteye's daughter, this is all over the place

you walk in, and my heart beats different.

admiring you from afar, mirio had only thought the only way he could really be with you was caring of you in place of your father, sir nighteye.

the moment he had met you, he already knew you would be an important figure within his lifetime. he was practically in awe when sir nighteye had introduced you to him as his only daughter. whilst you were less than cold and almost unreciprocated his warm introductions and questions about you, he was persistent, shaking your hand with a stern yet gentle grip.

personality wise, you had taken after your father, for you had inherited your father's stoicism, almost wary of all. yet, you were rebellious, almost bratty. your father ended up admitting he had spoiled you a little too much, resulting from you being his only precious child.

it came to mirio quickly that you were a stark contrast compared to his more bright and optimistic outlook. nevertheless, later the night of the first time he had met you, he could not help but let out an awkward chuckle at the fact that he just might've fallen in love with you at first sight. he doesn't know whether it was your witty attitude, or if it was your soft and easy-on-the-eyes features, or maybe even just because you were his teacher's daughter.

all he knew, was that from the moment he met you, he had a hard and almost unquenchable longing for you.

whilst the the situation was more than unplanned and undesired, he couldn't decline when your dying father had asked him to take care of you in place of his soon to-be permanent absence. the moment those words please take care of my daughter had left his weak teacher's trembling mouth, he had to agree. he agreed and swore with his entire life, that he would take care of you until the end of time.

he understood when you had at first pushed him away, not taking it to heart when you condemned him to hell. you had just lost your father, you just wanted to be alone. you didn't want what you thought was mirio's pity or sad condolences. you just wanted your father back.

however, he did not see it as appropriate for you to be alone during such a dark time. while feeling almost empty at the loss of his own teacher, he knew what you were feeling was much more than the loss of a teacher. it was a horrible time, but he didn't recommend trying to stride it out by yourself. from what information sir nighteye had told him about you, your father was your only family.

so, he tried again. and again. and again. he tried many times to win over you over, either with promises of getting you a bite to eat or just simple questions about you, he didn't allow himself to feel defeat when you almost always cussed him out each attempt.

the day you had finally let your walls down was a little unexpected. he remembered walking throughout the U.A dorms at night, simply because he wanted to take a late night stroll to relieve some stress. he was surprised to see you on the couch of the shared public living room.

while you did not notice him, he thought you had fallen asleep on the couch as you were limp against the soft cushions, face hidden and leaned against the crevice of your elbow. he was about five feet away from you when he realized you were actually awake. awake, and crying, soft whimpers and sobs escaping despite being muffled by your elbow.

with a soft call of your name, you had shot your head up, face morphing into an expression of distaste when you had, once again, set your eyes upon a helpless mirio. before you could cuss him out once more, he had shushed you, taking place on the couch next to you.

you were about to storm off before mirio finally confessed his intentions. your father had asked me to take care of you. regardless, i'm here for you, and if you want to cuss at me or whatever, then go ahead, i'll be right here the entire time for you, and i'll be here the next time as well.

silence followed afterwards, the next few minutes you didn't even seemingly breathe. mirio so much as let out a relieved sigh when you started to cry even harder, body flopping sideways like a cat into his lap. while you mumbled out obscenities at him, hands coming up to lay weak punches against his thigh, you giving into his support was no doubt one of the best relieving things in the world.

following that, you seemed to have finally accepted his place within your life. at first, you were still begrudgingly giving him a forced smile, engaging in short conversations with him before you just ignored him after a few words. after a while, you began to give genuine smiles at him, eyes crinkling up into pretty crescents when he was able to make you laugh. he didn't know how addicting your sweet laugh was.

he had confessed his feelings for you the morning of a particularly dangerous battle you were assigned to. he was almost crying, feeling almost helpless and scared, unable to help because his stupid quirk was taken away. he babbled out little "i love you"s, and recounts of how he's supposed to be taking care of you. although he knew that your duty as a hero was important to you, he still wanted to declare his love for you before anything could happen, hoping maybe you'd stay behind for him.

but you didn't. it felt as if you confessing your love back was saying goodbye. why would you say goodbye if you planned on returning back to him?

the two days following your departure, he watched the news intently, almost no sign of sleep within him. he pestered his teachers for updates on the situation, clawing at his hair whenever a devastating explosion followed the battle-site. he could only pray when he saw little saw the familiar dark green illumination of your quirk, praying you'd return safe and healthy.

he remembers the high dopamine hit you gave him when he first saw you after your return. your hero costume was tattered, hair and body distressed with little debris and minor wounds, you looked as if you were ran over by a semi-truck. yet, he still considered you the most beautiful thing he's ever seen, running up to you and embracing you with a strong hug.

he was on cloud nine when you kissed him.

the next few months were absolute bliss. he never knew how happy someone could make him by just laughing. he spent his time playing around with you, annoying you for fun, holding your hand, or just simply lazying around in your dorm room.

he felt so lucky to be able to score someone as amazing and beautiful as you. you were so charming and witty, yet still a spoiled brat. he didn't mind giving into your little whines of "i want this," or "can we/or you get [ ]..," absolutely enjoying the satisfaction of you opening his gifts with haste and excitement, even if it came at the expense of an empty bank account.

not even batting an eye at your more tedious "flaws", not taking it to heart when you would, almost like a child, cry out or get angry when something didn't go your way. a chagrin on his face when he once again, despite being very sleepy himself, had to carry you up two floors to your dorm room after you had fallen asleep in the most random place ever.

rest assured, he'd do anything to keep you happy. even if he had to do the weirdest of things to do so.

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the obnoxious creaks of the bed springs echoed throughout the walls of your dorm room, accompanied by the soft pants, pleasurable moans and the lewd fapping of skin-on skin as you rode mirio for the nth time that night.

you whined out as you rode out your nth orgasm of the night, hips unfaltering with skill. you showed no signs of stopping, tight pussy walls clenching around mirio's thick cock. you were so blissed out in pleasure, focusing on relieving the angry stress that had you so mad earlier that you ended up just flopping onto the floor like a cat with defeat.

you were using mirio as if he was a high quality dildo, certainly too focused on yourself to care about the way his hands gripped at your hips with overstimulated pleasure and pain. "hah.. you feel so good.." you mewl out, hand coming down to rub at your clit.

a rough calloused hand travels up your warm belly, mirio lets out a choked breath as his hand continues upwards towards your perky breast, groping it as if it were dough within his hands. his cock twitches at the sight of you riding him like theres no tomorrow. he'd never thought a guy so simple looking would be chosen by a girl of the likes of you.

you're everything but normal, rather he considers you exotic in a way that has him fucking his hand at night. maybe it's the way your plump lips pout as you whine his name, leftover gloss giving an irresistible look to them. it could be the way your long pink acrylic nails scratch new cuts onto his forearm. his other hand moves up from your thigh to caress and worship your body, fingers making sure to not touch the pink glittery jewel of your pierced navel.

maybe that's what has him so addicted to you, so interested in your everyday moves, because you're so different to him it's fascinating.

you're practically fucking him like a bunny in heat, riding him so hard he can audibly hear the lewd impacts of his cock's tip hit your cervix. he's wondered how nobody has woken up to the sounds of your creamy cunt gushing or your loud moans. with the way the headboard slams into the wall, he's sure someone is bound to wake up eventually.

crap, that has his hands traveling back down to your ass, kneading the flesh with his hands while pulling your baby pink thong to the side so that way his cock can enter your cunt without your panties getting in the way. "you're riding me s-so good baby.. fuck. you want me to cum in this pussy again? fill you up nicely?" he gasps out, cursing out when you clench tightly around him again.

he's already came so many times tonight, his thighs are twitching and sore with overstimulation. but he can't bring himself to push you off and decline you. how could he say no to his precious girl? he promised to take care of you in any way after all.

ignoring the almost painful jolt that washes throughout his body, he brings himself to yet another orgasm. his thick seed fulls you up so deliciously for the nth time tonight. you feel so full, the soft of your belly bulging with his cum. your eyes flutter shut, lowly moaning, pussy milking him as another orgasm washes over you just with that.

but it's still not enough. not enough for a greedy girl like you. mirio gives a weak smile when you lean down to connect your lips with his, lazily intertwining your tongue with his. softly moaning into the kiss, his hands stay on your ass, softly massaging the flesh. your lips fit perfectly against his, like two puzzle pieces meant to be together.

your eyebrows furrow as you angle your head at an ungodly angle, almost digging your tongue down his throat. you silently groan at the lewd sounds of fucking face, thick saliva dripping down from mirio's chin.

you only pull away once the itch in your core once again tickles you uncomfortably. you look down at mirio with those puppy eyes of yours, though the heart eyes and darkness of them shows your true intent. "togata.." you mewl out, pedicured hand coming down to caress soothing touches against his hard sore abs as to win him over. "i want more.."

though, you already know his answer, only giving a sly smile when he tries his best to smile through the overstimulation, lightly tapping your thigh to urge you on. he can only try to focus on the pleasure and ignore the pain as you slowly begin to ride him once more.

how could he say no to you? he promised to take care of you after all.

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mamikozzz · 2 years

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xxsabitoxx · 1 year

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“Dating” Dabi

~Dabi x Fem! Reader~

Warnings: SPOILERS, suggestive themes, mentions of violence, unhealthy relationship themes and toxic behaviors

A/N: this is my second time posting MHA content and idek what made me wanna write this but I’ve been in a Dabi mood ever since watching “Dabi’s dance” lol. I hope I captured his character well since this is the first time I’ve ever written for him :o

Blue text = You | Purple Text = Dabi

The league liked to say you two were dating, though you were fairly certain that he didn’t see it that way at all

Something was always hanging heavy on his mind, yet you’d never been able to get him to speak up about it

You’d bicker often, call each other names, but usually it was nothing serious. Eventually you found yourself “falling” for the scar covered man

Your pent up feelings came pouring out of you one night, standing with him on the roof of a building where nobody would be able to see either of you

You could still remember his cigarette smoke lingering in the air as you poured heart out to a man who simply couldn’t care less.

“I appreciate it… but I’m not looking for love.”

“I figured, but it was killing me not to tell you.”

You had felt a bit defeated, embarrassed even for letting Toga convince you it wouldn’t hurt to just tell him

“Though… I wouldn’t mind someone sharing my bed.”

Your self pity party came to a screeching halt, eyes wide as you looked at him.

“I’m not looking for anything serious. Just someone to keep me company…”

You watched him inhale before puffing the smoke out between his lips, eyes surveying the city around you.

You knew what he was implying, hell you were close to nearly screaming out yes

You were a villain just like him, there was no future for you that would allow you to settle down or have a boyfriend or anything domestic of that sort

You were willing to play pretend if he was

“So you’re saying… friends with benefits.”

He snapped his finger, chuckling softly. “Pretty much.”

For a man that claimed he wasn’t looking for love, that he wasn’t capable of even feeling those emotion, he certainly knew how to pretend.

He almost had you believing that his words were truth

Perhaps it had been the heat of the moment talking, but you’d never heard him talk so highly of anyone, not even Shigaraki.

“You’re taking me so well… fuck if I knew you’d wanted me this bad earlier…”

On that very rooftop, where nobody could see you, Dabi fulfilled your desires.

Your relationship hadn’t changed at all, you still bickered, you still called each other names, now you just shared a bed on nights were you were both lonely

He was still emotionally unavailable, but more talkative with you and honestly you didn’t mind it one bit

Deep down you knew he was simply using you, getting his stress out by using your body

But you couldn’t exactly say that you weren’t using him for the same reason

It would take about six months of this relationship before Dabi kissed you outside of sex

Just as you had caught him off guard that night on the roof, he caught you off guard alone at the bar in your hideout.

“I told you I wasn’t in the mood…”

“Neither am I.”

“Then why did you…”

He shrugged “felt like it.”

He was so cut off from his emotions, so much so that he truly couldn’t offer you an explanation even if had one

You didn’t push, instead you busied yourself with your drink and tried to forget about it

Dabi wouldn’t let you though, stealing kisses when nobody was around and finding your embarrassed face to be quite amusing

Dabi didn’t realize he cared for you until you came back to the hideout one night a bloodied mess.

Though, even then, care was pushing it. If anything he felt protective… something he’d honestly never felt before

Sure he wanted to keep the other members of the LoV alive, but you? Seeing you messed up bothered him

“What the fuck happened?”

“Wasn’t the heroes… some grimy group of wanna be thugs.”

“Wanna be thugs but they fucked you up like this?”

He was fuming, hand griping your forearm tightly as you tried to move away from him

“They caught me off guard, one of ‘em had a powerful quirk. It doesn’t matter now, they’re dead.”

That gave him some satisfaction but not nearly enough

“Did you make them suffer?”

You cracked a smile despite the pain radiating through your body “Of course I did.”

That night you saw a side of him you didn’t think he had, it was quiet and gentle as he tended to your wounds.

Protective even, that night he had kept you close to his side as you slept.

For once in his life, his blinding hatred was subsiding just a bit, enough to let some other emotion seep out.

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mha-cuties-pls · 2 months

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Moments | Shigaraki

The Moments Series | pairing: Shigaraki x reader | words: approx 500 | rating: M | genre: smut

“Shut up!” Shigaraki hissed, shoving your face down into the pillow you were crouching over, “I don’t want the rest of them to know I’m back yet.”

But you could hardly think, let alone control the deep moans that emanated out of your chest each time he bottomed out inside you. After he hit a particularly sensitive spot, though, you squeaked; rather loud.

He spanked your ass hard enough for you to yelp, only to have him grab your head by your hair, and cover your mouth with his hand roughly. “What did I just say?”

Your muffled ‘sorry’ was barely audible, and you felt him tugging on your hair harder while he chuckled evilly from behind you.

Grabbing your hips with a painful grip, he smashed his hips into yours, his big cock filling up your bruised hole so violently, you couldn’t help but scream again.

“Ahhh-“ you cried, tears gathering at the corners of your eyes due to the sting, “yo-your s-so fucking b-big.” But as much as it hurt, you felt so turned on. You loved it when he let his animalistic side take over and just pound the shit out of you; he was usually relatively gentle.

Not right now though, that was for sure.

He kept a steady pace, his insane length hitting your cervix every time; you tried to jump forward and squirm around in his grip to adjust, but he wouldn’t let you.

You felt another sharp pain across your ass. “Why do you keep trying to run away from me?” Abruptly, you felt him pull out, and the delicious sting of him inside you was gone.

It made you feel so empty suddenly and-

“Are you whining now?!” You heard him scoff, his strong hands suddenly grabbing your sides painfully and wantonly flipping you over.

As you laid on your back, you were able to look up at him for just a second, and finally saw the lecherous look in his eyes; it was kind of scary.

You kind of liked it.

Though you were pulled from your thoughts when his hand clasped around your throat suddenly, and you felt him position himself at your entrance.

“Such a fucking slut for me,” He breathed, his face inching closer over yours as he studied the way your face changed every time he ran his tip along your folds; the way your body squirmed around in his grasp. “So fucking pretty.”

You started to feel that nagging aching feeling again, “Shiggy,” you breathed out, your face twisting up a bit as if you were in pain, “please I ne-AHH”

Before you were even able to finish begging, he shoved himself inside you so violently you couldn’t help but scream again. You tried to say something but you couldn’t; Your voice came out to the cadence of his rapid thrusts, and your words were just a jumbled mess. It even felt like you might have been drooling a little bit, too.

Your eyes started to close in pure ecstasy as he fucked and stuffed you harder than anyone had ever before, but you felt his hand across your cheek as he slapped you awake; and grabbed your face to make you look at him.

He was so in love with you. Even now, after everything, after the way he’s treated you, the way he fucks you; you look at him with more love and admiration in your eyes for him than anyone he’s ever seen.

There’s no way he’s letting you go now.

A/N: ahhhh I wrote something! This is just a quick lil series I’m doing about “moments” w/the characters, they’ll range from all ratings and genres !

#my hero academy fanfiction #my hero imagines #bnha fanfiction #boku no hero acedamia #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki imagine #tomura x y/n #tomura imagine #shigaraki x you

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bonbonthedragon · 1 year

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partnered with bakugou during a project.

Bakugou watching as you utterly freeze in front of everyone, poster in shaky hands and body stiff.

Bakugou who cursed to himself before taking your note card, having read over your side of the project and spoke for you

You are trembling and staring into the awaiting faces of the other students

How just as he finished up and hands Aizawa the finished poster, his hand has to urged your stilling body out of the room

He’s sitting outside on the floor waiting while you just stare off and out the window, not having said a word since the beginning of class while he waits for you to come back to reality

The way he flinched when tears suddenly hit the ground and he looks up to see you crying, face bland but eyes red

He honestly doesn’t know what to do, waiting with you outside the class room, he just stays quiet until you stop and leave for the restroom

#bakugou x reader #bnha x reader #bnha fanfiction #my hero academy fanfiction #bakugou fluff #bakugou imagine #fanfic

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gigglingcloud · 10 months

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Dabi coming back from death for the ninth time:

Dabi : I'm sorry not evrybody fits in the bad bitch genre

Enji : how you-

Dabi : IT'S A GENRE!! 💅

#bnha #mha #bnha incorrect quotes #mha incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes #dabi #my hero academy imagines #touya mha #Todoroki #Endeavour #Boku no hero academia #Villains #Family #anti endeavor #LOV #the league of villains #toya todoroki #Enji todoroki

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shiggybrainr0t · 1 month

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The light creaking of your bedroom door is what wakes you from the light slumber you found yourself in. The lamp next to your bed casts your bedroom in a hazy yellow glow, and you rub your cheek against your pillow with a contented sigh. It still smells like Shouta.

Speaking of your boyfriend, he glances at you from where he stands in front of your dresser.

“…didn’t mean to wake you up, baby.”

His voice is deeper and more grainy than usual, telling you how tired he is from his patrol tonight.

“Wasn’t asleep. Waited for you.”

He hums in response, and you can tell by his tone that he doesn’t believe you. He turns around to look at the grumpy glare he knows you’re sending him- and he’s right. You’ve brought your blanket up to your nose and only the top of your head is visible, sleep crusted eyes narrowed his way.

Shouta can’t hold the huff of laughter that builds in his chest. He feels his heart beat harder, and he marvels at how you still make him feel like he did the first time he met you, even all this time later.

He’s lifting his arms to put on a sleep shirt when you see it. There, on his ribs is a smudge of black covered in something that looks like plastic. You’re wide awake now, and you quickly jump out of bed to head towards him, shivering slightly at the chill of the room.

At your sudden movements, Shouta lowers his arms and looks at you quickly, scanning your body to make sure you’re ok. You tug the shirt out of his grasp and pull his left arm back up straight in the air. The look he gives you is one that you’re quite used to: bemused and endeared.

“Oh, I was going to show you that in the morning.”

Shouta had talked to you about how he was going to eventually get a tattoo, though he wouldn’t let slip what he was getting or where. Looking at it now, you know exactly what it is, because it’s a drawing that you look at every day whenever you go to your fridge. Only, you noticed this morning that it had gone missing.

Three messy stick people are outlined on Shouta’s ribs holding hands, two significantly bigger than the one in the middle. The one on the left is tall, and has a shock of black, long hair falling over his face. The middle is a little girl, with long hair and a horn growing out of her forehead. And the person on the right is you. It’s a picture Eri drew for you just a year after being taken from Overhaul and into protection.

Shouta is observing you quietly, obediently keeping his arm in the air as you lightly run your fingers over the shiny plastic wrap covering it. It’s only when you start sniffling that he moves, pulling you into his arms.

“Knew you’d react like this.” He says, amusement lightening his voice.

He’s still warm from the shower, and the hair that covers his chest tickles your cheek as you press your forehead against his collarbone. Your tears hit his skin whenever he runs his large hand over your head, his own cheek pressed against your crown. His stubble is prickly and uncomfortable against you, making you sniff loudly and say meekly, “You need to shave.”

“I will.” Is his only reply. He rubs his cheek against your hair, the same way you did to your pillow only moments before. You lean back slightly in his arms and look up at him tearfully. His eye is so dark, yet it gleams beautifully as it stares back at you. He’s taken his eye patch off, showing you the large scare that runs across his other eye. A callused thumb swipes under your own eyes softly.

“I love you.” He says before you can speak, which only makes you tear up again.

Shouta huffs again, a small grin forming on his face as he mumbles “silly baby” at you. He decides to forgo the shirt, and pulls you back to the sleep rumpled bed. You snuggle under the covers, still sniffling, and wait for him to finish taking off his prosthetic before sliding in next to you.

Immediately, you sling your leg over his and press as close as possible to him as you can. Shouta wraps his arms around you with ease, barely moving whenever you decide he isn’t close enough and move half your body on top of his. Under his chin, where his jaw meets his neck, he smells like his body wash and home.

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enderfenderdragon · 29 days

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can you do tamaki amajiki with a breeding kink? Would also prefer some scenes of him being a switch.

yeah sure, i did make the reader female. is that okay? this is the first request i ever have had, so thank you. hope you like it! :D

also i realised i didn't really do the breeding kink, i just found it hard to write for. i'm so sorry, i know it was what you requested. but i tried to make up for it. i really am sorry. :(

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warnings!: dom!tamaki amajiki, sub!tamaki amajiki, dom!reader, sub-ish!reader, p in v, smutty (kind of), reader is a female. (sorry if you don't like that.) use of y/n. use of bunny (tamaki calls reader 'bunny') not proof read!.

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you moan his name and his thrusts speed up.

"am i doing good?" he asked looking into your eyes with affection and lust.

"y-yes, s-so good" you reply moaning his name once more.

you and tamaki have been at it for about an hour. him switching from being a sub to a dom then a sub again, it seems he likes to be submissive at the hands of y/n. who would of known? one of UA's big three was submissive with his partner.

you hear tamaki growl like a wolf and flips you over to your under side (belly). he starts beating his cock deep inside of your tight walls.

"a-ah!" you moan from surprise.

your moans and cries only make tamaki become even more dominate. but once he starts to get a little too ruff you tell him (more like beg him) to slow down.

"t-tamaki! t-too r-ruff!" you cry. back arching as

his eyes widen and his thrusts stop at once when he heard you cry. apologises and asking if your okay spill from his mouth.

"oh my god, y/n are you okay? i-im s-so sorry, b-baby im sorry" he quickly whispers.

he quickly and gently flips you over and cups your cheek.

"a-are you o-okay? i-im so so s-sorry. p-please f-forgive m-me." he whispers to you. resting his knees on the bed near your feet. his body stiff with anxiety.

you cup his hands on your cheeks.

"y-yes, you were g-great." you whisper back.

his whole body relaxes when you whisper this. you move one of your hands from his hand on your cheek to his cheek.

"b-but you did become a little too ruff. you have to remember, im not as strong as you tamaki" you say to him, voice stern. trying to make him realise or remember that you are indeed, smaller then him.

"i-im sorry b-bunny" he pulls you into a hug. you quickly hug him back and sigh.

"how about we just watch a movie hmm?" you say into his ear making him shiver, also making you laugh.

"d-dont laugh a-at m-me. i-it's n-not funny." he pouts.

"y-yes it is, it so is." you say back to him ruffling his hair.

you stand up and walk to your shared bathroom. you have a shower, and then tamki has a shower. while he is having his shower you get the snacks, the movie, the blankets and all the extra things you need when having a movie night with tamaki.

your sitting down thinking: 'why did tamaki growl, then flip me over. then start beating my pussy? is he okay? is he annoyed at me?'

your thoughts get interrupted when tamaki steps out of the shower, playing with his hair as a way of 'drying it' he calls it.

"hey" you hear him say.

tamaki crawls towards you on the bed, cupping you cheeks.

"w-whats on y-your mind b-bunny?" he asks tilting his head the way you always found adorable.

you sigh, looks at him through your eye lashes and takes a deep breath.

"why did you suddenly become very dominate and very ruff with me?" you ask, your voice small just above a whisper. afraid anyone would hear what you asked.

tamaki's face becomes a firing mess and he quickly covers his face with his hands.

you laugh and cup his hands, gently making him let you see his very red face you ask again. but instead of hiding his face tamaki mumbles so quiet you don't hear him.

"tamaki, hunny i didn't hear you." you say quietly back.

the next few words that escapes tamaki amajiki's mouth make your whole body stiffen and your face becomes hotter then a volcano.

"i-i was t-trying to b-breed y-you" he mumbles.

@the-little-devils-chaos

#amajiki x reader #tamaki x reader #amajiki x reader smut #my hero academia #my hero acedamia #my hero acadamy #my hero academy fanfiction #sub tamaki x reader #tamaki amajiki #amajiki tamaki #boku no hero academia #tamaki smut #smut #fluff #x reader #fem reader #imagine

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zapreportsblog · 8 months

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❝our son is a crybaby❞

✭ pairing : shoto todoroki x reader

✭ fandom : my hero academia x reader

✭ summary : now as a adult shoto has settled down with his crush from high school, gotten married and even started a family with her. Their son though as small as he may be, makes it very clear that he’s a mamas boy. Much like shoto was

✭ authors note : this is pure fluff, oh and please send in some hero academia requests, I would like to start filling up the masterlist with more stories

✭ my hero academia masterlist

The Todoroki household was bathed in the soft glow of morning light, casting a warm and tranquil atmosphere throughout the spacious rooms. Shoto Todoroki, the prodigious number three hero, moved with practiced ease, his mismatched eyes reflecting a calm demeanor that contrasted with his intense exterior. He had faced formidable villains and overcome challenges, but none had prepared him for the newest role he had embraced: that of a father.

(Y/N) Todoroki, his wife and partner, sat in a plush armchair near the window, cradling a small bundle in her arms. Kim Todoroki, their infant son, was a mirror image of his father, with tufts of hair as white as snow and eyes that held the promise of both ice and fire. His tiny fingers curled against (Y/N)'s chest, seeking comfort in her warmth.

Shoto approached (Y/N) with a soft smile, his heart swelling at the sight of his wife and son. "How's our little Kim today?"

(Y/N) looked up, her expression radiant with a mixture of exhaustion and adoration. "He's been quite the handful, but I wouldn't have it any other way."

As if on cue, Kim let out a small, discontented whimper. (Y/N) shifted him in her arms, gently patting his back in an attempt to soothe him. "Hush, my sweet boy. Mama's right here."

It was a testament to Kim's attachment that he seemed most content when he was in (Y/N)'s arms. From the moment he was born, he had displayed an uncanny preference for his mother's presence. Shoto couldn't help but marvel at the strong bond that had formed between them in such a short time.

"I'll take him for a little while," Shoto offered, extending his arms toward his son.

(Y/N) hesitated, her gaze filled with a mixture of affection and concern. "Are you sure? He tends to get fussy when he's away from me."

Shoto nodded, a determined glint in his eyes. "I'd like to give you a break, even if it's just for a little while."

(Y/N) carefully transferred Kim into Shoto's arms, watching closely as he settled their son against his chest. Kim's tiny hands grasped at Shoto's shirt, his large eyes studying his father's face with a mixture of curiosity and uncertainty.

Shoto's heart swelled with a mixture of pride and tenderness. Holding his son, he felt a surge of protectiveness that went beyond his hero training. He walked around the room, murmuring soft words of reassurance to Kim, his voice a steady and soothing presence.

Despite his best efforts, Kim's initial curiosity quickly turned into discontent. His small face scrunched up, and his cries grew louder. Shoto's brows furrowed in concern, his instincts urging him to calm his son.

(Y/N) approached Shoto, her arms outstretched. "It's okay, Shoto. He's just used to being with me. Let me take him."

Relieved, Shoto handed Kim back to (Y/N), watching as their son's cries softened into small whimpers. In his mother's arms, Kim nestled against her, finding the comfort he sought. (Y/N) swayed gently, her soothing whispers filling the room.

Shoto stood by (Y/N)'s side, his hand resting on her back as they shared a quiet moment as a family. The challenges of parenthood were unlike any other, but the love that bound them was unwavering.

"Thank you," (Y/N) whispered, her voice a mixture of exhaustion and gratitude.

Shoto pressed a gentle kiss to (Y/N)'s forehead. "Thank you for giving me the chance to be a father. And for being an amazing mother to our son."

As the morning sunlight bathed them in its warm embrace, Shoto, (Y/N), and Kim stood united, a family bound by love, challenges, and the unbreakable bond they shared.

Days turned into weeks, and the Todoroki household settled into a rhythm that revolved around their newest addition, Kim. Despite his initial fussiness, Kim gradually grew accustomed to spending time with his father, Shoto. Underneath Shoto's composed exterior lay a man who was determined to forge a strong connection with his son.

One afternoon, as the sun streamed through the windows, (Y/N) sat on the living room couch with Kim nestled in her arms. Shoto watched from across the room, a thoughtful expression on his face. He had been practicing his fire manipulation in the backyard, hoping to find a way to engage with Kim in a way that suited both of their abilities.

"Shoto, is everything okay?" (Y/N) asked, her voice soft as she noticed his distant gaze.

Shoto approached them, a small smile playing on his lips. "I've been thinking... maybe there's a way I can bond with Kim in another way. Like taking advantage of my quirk."

(Y/N) looked intrigued. "What do you have in mind?"

Shoto's gaze shifted to the fireplace, where a few logs were stacked, waiting for the colder months. With a focused look, he extended his hand, releasing a controlled burst of fire. The flames danced and crackled, casting a warm glow that flickered across the room.

Kim's eyes widened in fascination, his small mouth forming an "o" of awe. His chubby hands reached out, as if trying to grasp the flames.

"He's captivated by the fire," (Y/N) observed with a smile. "Just like his father."

Shoto lowered himself onto the couch beside (Y/N), keeping a careful distance between Kim and the flames. He adjusted the intensity of the fire, creating a mesmerizing display that seemed to hold Kim's undivided attention.

"Maybe he'll inherit a fascination for fire," Shoto mused. "It's in his blood, after all."

(Y/N) chuckled softly. "As long as he doesn't start using his quirk before he's old enough to control it."

As they watched Kim's fascination with the fire, Shoto and (Y/N) shared a contented silence. Despite the challenges of parenting, there was a sense of unity in these moments that reassured them they were on the right path.

Later that evening, as Kim was nestled in his crib, Shoto turned to (Y/N) with a look of gratitude. "Thank you for giving me the opportunity to connect with Kim in my own way."

(Y/N) smiled warmly, reaching out to intertwine her fingers with his. "It's not just Kim who benefits from this, Shoto. We're building a strong foundation for our family."

Shoto's heart swelled with affection for his wife and son. In the quiet of their home, surrounded by the warmth of their love, he realized that every moment, every effort, was contributing to the growth of their family bonds.

As the night wrapped its gentle embrace around the Todoroki household, Shoto and (Y/N) found solace in the knowledge that their journey as parents was a continuous one, filled with shared experiences, challenges, and the unbreakable ties that bound them together.

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