This Lowkey Hurt My Feelings Lmao

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Posted: 22:53 UTC February 6, 2025

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Warm Embrace

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[NSFW] ‼ 18+ >MDNI<

Summary: The winter is cold and your boyfriend is very warm

Pairing: Dabi/Fem Reader

Content Warning: Smut, Fluff, Love making basically

Word Count: 1.6k

Disclaimer: Character belongs to Kohei Horikoshi

A/N: This is the 10th part of 12 fics for a 12 Days of Christmas event. Enjoy and Happy Holidays!

Prompt: Huddling for warmth

My Masterlist

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Winter is in full swing, with snowfall and icy air and you're so, so cold.

The power is out, your heater is busted, the backup generator is too, and you're struggling to light the fireplace with no success.

You've lit candles around the room for light, including a cinnamon scented one, casting a gentle glow and sweet cinnamon scent throughout the room, and gathered all the blankets you can find, trying to get some semblance of warmth, and it's just not enough.

At least you have a walking furnace for a boyfriend to come to your rescue.

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You

my love, I am dying😔🥀

the power's out, my heater's busted and the fireplace isn't cooperating ☹

it's freezing outside and it is now becoming an inside problem🤩

plz come share your warmth 🙏💕

Bacon Bits💙

I knew you only wanted me bc I'm hot🙄

I'll be there 👍

You

my hero! 😻🙌💋

the door's unlocked 😽

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You can't help but giggle at the irony every time you call him, a villain, your hero, but that's what he is to you, so he just has to put up with it.

He finds you on the floor, in front of the fireplace, bundled and cocooned in blankets after trying to make a blanket fort and giving up halfway.

You collected and dragged all of the pillows and blankets around your apartment, including the ones on your bed, to make it, but the cold got to you.

He huffs a laugh at your grumpy pout, but strides over to press a kiss to it nonetheless. You try to pull him down to cuddle immediately, but he resists.  "Lemme start the fire first and I'll come warm you up, okay baby?"

You pout some more, but nod through your pile and he moves to light it. One stream of fire from his fingertips later, the fireplace is lit, instantly bathing the room in orange light and already starting to warm the air.

"Thank you, Tou." You wiggle in your blanket cocoon, braving the chilly air to open your arms for him. He reaches for you with a soft smile, gathering you up in his arms, surrounding you in his warmth, and presses a kiss to your forehead.

"You don't gotta thank me for that, doll.", he murmurs, brushing his nose against your cold cheek, placing a gentle kiss to the soft skin there.

You melt into him, turning your face up to peck his lips. "I love you.", you murmur against him, and you feel him grin, before capturing your lips in a slow, languid kiss.

It's gentle and loving, with small nips and licks, gradually turning hotter and deeper as he cradles your face in a large, warm hand, holding you to him as he licks into your mouth.

You lean into his touch, panting softly as his mismatched lips trail down your jaw to your throat, pressing hot, open mouthed kisses along the way. He gently guides you to lay on your back, blankets pooling under you, tangling his legs with yours beneath the blankets.

You kiss and caress each other for a long while, just enjoying the feel of each other, but eventually your petting gets heavier, your touches hotter.

Icy fingertips trail up his spine as he snakes a hand up under your sweater to cup and knead your bare breast, he kisses his way down the length of your body. He pulls the sweater over your chest, exposing them and immediately latching his hot mouth onto a pebbled nipple, while his fingers pinch and roll the other between them.

You arch into his touch, moaning lowly as your hips jerk up to meet his, and he grinds his bulge down against you.

Pulling away from your chest, he considers leaving on your sweater because of the temperature, but decides against it, wanting to feel your skin against his. He'll keep you plenty warm.

He slowly strips you, mouthing at wherever he exposes your skin, sucking marks wherever he can, ridding himself of his own clothes along the way, until you're both a naked tangle of limbs.

His mouth is hot on your inner thighs where he kisses and sucks at the sensitive flesh, and as much as what he seems to be planning would be nice, you just want him close.

So you shake you head, carding your fingers through his snowy hair, and murmur, "Come up here. I want you to hold me."

His eyes glow like jewels in the light when he looks up at you, and he goes easily when you cup his scarred cheeks, guiding him up into a deep kiss.

Heated hands roam and caress your body, gentle and reverent as you press your bodies together and just bask in each other's touch.

His fingers create a trail of fire in their wake as they drag up your thighs, to slip between your wet folds. Your breath hitches at the touch, gasping into his mouth when a finger enters you.

It moves slowly, gently opening you up, and another soon follows. He pumps and scissors them within you, slowly stretching you out for him as he peppers kisses along your jaw and throat, eventually adding a third finger, all while drawing out sweet moans from you. You claw at his shoulders, whining in impatience. "Inside, hurry, please, inside."

He moves to nose at your cheek, smiling as he murmurs, "Hold on, baby. I need to make sure you're ready f'me.",  and he curls his fingers within you, up against your sweet spot.

You moan breathily, rolling your hips and grinding down on the thick digits.

"I'm ready, I'm ready, please." You pant, and he chuckles lowly at how sweet and needy you are, pulling out his fingers and making sure you see him suck them clean, before lining his hips up with yours.

You immediately wrap your legs around his waist, tugging him closer and causing his cock to slide through your slick folds. You both moan at the feeling, and he leans down to capture your lips with his; one forearm rests on the floor beside your head, supporting his weight, and the other hand holds your waist as he grinds against you.

You let out a keen at the pressure, your hips bucking up. 

"Please.", you whine, and you feel him twitch against you before he nods. He presses open mouthed kisses to your neck as he releases the grip on your waist to guide his cock to your hole, leaning back to gaze into your eyes as he slowly eases in, taking in your blissed-out expression and sweet, whimpering moan at the delicious stretch.

“Fuck,” he groans, kissing his way from your cheek to your ear, moaning softly into your ear before running his tongue up the shell of it.

He lets you adjust, gently rolling his hips, before slowly pulling back out and pressing back in.

You pant and gasp hot puffs of air  between you, your breaths mingling as he rests his forehead against yours, pretty blue eyes locked onto yours, rolling his hips gently, fucking you slowly, tenderly, lovingly, with deep, rocking motions, not even an inch separating skin from skin.

A scarred hand cups your cheek gently and draws you into a languid, filthy kiss as he makes love to you, tangled in blankets and each other in front of the crackling fireplace, the light making his staples glint like flecks of embers and your skin glow like the sun.

He peppers kisses to your cheek, your eyes, your forehead, your nose, your chin, pressing praise and adoration into your skin every time, before eventually whispering against your throat, "Fuck, I love you." The raw intensity and passion of his words burn into your skin, like a prayer, like a promise, as he holds you close.

Tears trickle down your cheeks, emotions and pleasure overwhelming you, and your breath hitches as you hold onto him with the same fierceness.

"I love you too.", your voice is wobbly and broken, and you gasp as his lips trail along your jaw, "So, so much, Touya."

"Say it again." He murmurs, demands, pleads.

"I love you." You choke out through your tears, both arms wrapped around him, nails dragging down his back as you cling onto him.

"Again." He presses a kiss to your tear stained cheek, his hand moving down to press a thumb to your clit, rubbing it in slow, firm circles, and you can feel your tummy tightening, the familiar heat settling in.

"I love you, Touya." You moan, your toes curling as your orgasm washing over you in a tidal wave, your walls tightening and fluttering around him, milking his cock, and he's dragged along with you, cumming hard and deep within you, his hot cum painting your walls white and warming you from the inside out; and he kisses you through your orgasms, deep and moaning.

Soaking in the afterglow, you smile between soft pecks to each others lips, cheeks and jaws.

As you come down from your highs, still inside you, Touya rests your sweaty foreheads together and grins cheekily. "Are you warm now, baby?" he asks teasingly.

You huff out a laugh, draping your arms over his shoulders in a semi hug and close your eyes, smiling contentedly. "Very."

And you are, warm in every way that counts.

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Lol so I'm pretty sure my house is haunted or something bc the only other explanation is that our dog grew thumbs

So our dog, Luna, likes to hang out under my parents' bed, but we don't particularly like her going there, so we try to always keep the door closed, though it's sometimes futile bc if it's even barely cracked open, she'll be able to open it.

But tonight, my parents went out on their usual lil date thingy, and I was looking for something, and their room is one of the places I checked (my mom was the culprit just as I suspected, so yes I found my charger there), and as I was leaving, I MADE SURE to close back the door. I heard it close and click, I even tugged on it.

Now, the way the house is arranged, it's pretty small, so the living room is practically next door to the bedroom. I was in the living room when I heard the distinct sound of their door opening.

Assuming it was my lil sis going in, I got up to tell here to make sure to close back the door so Luna doesn't get in.

Though the door was opened a good crack, she was not there.

She was, in fact, in her room, on her bed, under the blankets on her phone in thee comfiest position that is not humanly possible within the time frame needed for this to be some sort of prank.

Also. She can't run silently for shit, she stomps, so I knew she wasn't the one to open it.

That left me with the only other options, bc no there was not anyone else in the house, I'm typing this out like an hour after and there's deadass no where to hide.

1. Luna is now somehow magically able to open doors now, despite the fact that she's barely 2 feet tall and the door is not a latch, but an actual doorknob.

2. There is an entity that apparently befriended Luna and willingly opened the door for her.

Now, despite the fact that we've seen Luna staring at nothingness and the void of corners a good few times, for my own sanity, I'm going with option 1.

Wish me luck 😃

Oh thank fuck, it's universal 💀

My heart is in shambles and my soul is bruised,

I will not recover without a part 2 😃

Ex Dabi x reader (x Hawks) - My World

It has been a few months since you two broke up.

You said you were done being a villain and out of Dabi's life.

You apprenticed under Giran as an information broker. The man picked you off the street as a teenage run away and you never looked back. Well, until...

That. Nosy, goodie two-shoes, two-faced, hypocritical red winged chicken sunk his talons into you.

Stole you from him.

His doll. His woman.

Dabi's usually cool and carefree composure cracks every time he sees you with Japan's Number 2 Hero. His anger, rage and red hot jealousy burning like liquid fire in his veins as he feels his burnt, scarred and stapled jaw clenching and grinding; his free hand twitches and closes into a white knuckled fist

Seeing you smile cutely. Blushing and giggling with earnest and genuine emotion in your doe-like eyes as the bastard's gloved knuckles brush the back of your cheek, shoving a soft lock of your hair behind your ear, gently cups your jaw and brings you into a kiss.

Dabi knows this faker was a double agent. Why couldn't you see that despite his warning? You usually have an incredible sense of reading people. How could you be so blind? Unable to see this lying heartbreaker through those rose tinted glasses.

Yes. Shigaraki and Giran had given you their permission to walk away, you no longer had a criminal record or it was deleted and destroyed by your hacker friend La Brava, who chose to support you in your career change.

Shigaraki, Giran, Toga, Twice, Mr Compress and hell, even Spinner missed you.

Dabi chose to watch from the shadows. No matter how much he hardened this heart, making himself go numb, shove the earth shattering pain and heartbreak down, masking it, locking it and burning the key with his blue hellfire flames.

Only when he was alone in his room at night did he breakdown every night, releasing silent screams into his pillow that still smelled like you. The one person who thawed his icy, horribly fragile, blackened, ash covered and twisted stitched back together heart.

Clutching the blue pillow to his chest as he cried bloody tears, shuddering and sobbing quietly and mentally remembering when you used to look at him like that. As if he was your whole world.

He should hate you with every fiber left in his soul, and yet... he couldn't... he couldn't bring himself to hate you.

Not even after you shattered his heart.

Dabi's eyes widen as more red, bloody tears covered and hazed his vision.

Seeing you look at Hawks made him second guess himself. Did you truly love him at all for this past year since he's joined the League?

Or were you only using him for information?

The more Dabi questioned himself and your relationship, the more his paranoia and mind began to unravel! No, no! You loved him. You said you did! You wouldn't have stayed by his side and nursed him back to health after he'd gotten sick and injured during a mission, if you didn't love him and didn't care. Right?

He thought about the last few weeks before you decided to break up.

"Touya?" You mumbled shyly while cuddling against his naked chest on his bed.

Touya hummed, opening an eye and glanced down at you, holding you close and the other arm underneath his head.

You opened your mouth and then closed it. You sat upright, dragging the sheet with you to cover your chest and frowned, "Do you... ever thing about the future... after the war is over? After you, Shigaraki and the rest of the gang have tore down Hero Society?"

Touya raised an eyebrow. This wasn't the first time you two had had this conversation. He reassured you that he would be all yours, whispering comforting words to try and soothe your fears. But this time felt different. "Doll, what's this really about?" He sat upright, tilting his head and cupping your cheek as tears spilled down your face and down his hand as he wiped them away. "Y/n?"

"I... I don't care... what happens to the world... I can't lose you.." You whimpered, salty droplets falling harder and faster as you sobbed and hiccuped. "I'm not... strong enough..."

Touya frowned and pulled you into his chest and into his lap. "Hey, hey, shush, I'm coming back, baby." It hurt him to see you like this. He rested his chin on top of your head as he held you tight and let you cry it out. "I can't leave my crybaby all alone in this shitty world, can I?"

You both knew it was a lie. You both held onto each other tightly as each others lifelines. Knew the clock was ticking, the closer it came to the boss' hibernation to gain more power.... it was only a matter of time before The Heroes would strike. Try to capture you both and lock you away forever.

There was no All For One or Overhaul, some other big baddies to distract the Heroes attention and escape routes, do-overs, resets, check points, it was all or nothing. The game will be going on auto pilot while the boss is sleeping and the NPC's, Allies, Enemies were all gathering their strength, training and preparing.

Sniffing once you had claimed down, you pulled away. "I love you, Touya Todoroki." You whispered, breathlessly.

Touya's eyes widened and his breath stilled, his heart thudding hard in his chest. That was the first time you ever said you loved him. There was no need to before, he knew you loved him from your actions alone. Words were cheap, actions spoke louder. You always whispered his old name so sweetly, like a secret, which it was. Only you were allowed to say it in private or during your love making and rough fucking in the sheets when everyone else was gone.

Your frown deepened. "I said, I love you... aren't you going to say it back?" You fiddling with your hands, showing how nervous you were.

Touya blinked, he couldn't voice his answer. He knew that a world without you would be hollow and empty. He felt half mad and worried when you were out gathering intel and groceries for The League in a disguise since you weren't well known, but the more paranoid part of him couldn't risk it.

Your hair covered your face and you started to crawl off his lap, bottom lip trembling. "Sorry.. sorry for bother-"

Touya cut you off, leaning forward, smashing his mismatched lips with your own and pushing your back against the mattress. You gasped and moaned into the kisses as he poured all of his love, feelings, heart and passion into it. He couldn't tell you yet, not yet. Instead, he would use his body, his hands, his fingers all of him into showing you. Using his scarred, burnt and broken body as an instrument to use to pleasure you, to protect you.... you; his too kind-hearted doll. He made love to you again, more tender and gentle, forcing orgasm after orgasm from your body, and greedy for more.

Dabi shook his head, furiously wiping away and paining his cheeks red from his tears as he scowled. He replayed the day you two broke up in his head as his hands tightening into the pillow.

Anger and fury resurfacing as you had just finished talking with Shigaraki about something. He didn't like not knowing what. You were always stupidly and annoyingly over excited to share your new assignment or information with him after telling the boss.

Your smile dropped as soon as you turned back to face him. "Hi, Dabi." Your frown dropping as you glanced at your feet.

Dabi's eyes narrowed as he tilted his head. Something was wrong. You hadn't been this nervous and shy since he first joined The League. "What's wrong, "V/n?"

You bit your lip and swallowed. "Can I... talk to you in private?"

Dabi walked towards you, his movements slow and intimidating as he towered over you. His presence usually smoothed you and comforted you, but now you were cowering before him. "We are alone right now. Talk." His voice calm, but a hint of ice in it. Backing you up against the cold, hard concrete wall behind you as he pressed his hard chest against your own, arms rising and boxing you in on either side of your head. "C'mon, my little doll. Tell your boyfriend the truth like a good little girl and maybe... maybe I'll go easy on you." He cooed darkly, lips curling into a wolfish and hungry grin, you knew he'd keep his dark promises.

He knew you loved his twisted praises.

You breath hitched and you shivered against him, cheeks heating.

Your eyes met his own as he gently gripped your chin with his thumb and forefinger. "I-.."

His mouth ghosting over his own, this cat and mouse game never grew old between you two. "Yes?" Dabi whispered low and husky, excitement and lust heating his veins.

You closed your eyes, swallowed down your fear and pushed your courage to the surface. "I want to break up with you, Dabi!" You said that a lot louder than you meant to, but you said it, nevertheless.

Dabi paused and his heart stopped, his body froze and tensed. Did he hear you right? No. He couldn't have. You were just playing with him. A joke for scarring you. "Come again?" He bit out, he felt his body growing hotter, quaking and trembling with anger.

You didn't answer, which pissed him off even more.

Pulling away from you, his blunt nails digging into the concrete and the other slamming hard into the concrete slab beside you, a blast of blue embers igniting, leaving scorch marks. "Goddammit! Answer me, "Y/n!" He hissed, turquoise eyes heated and dilated in furry.

The sound of wings flapping and something sharp pressed against his neck made Dabi peak over his shoulder. Of course, the nosy, Heroic red peacock was sticking his nose into business that didn't concern him. "What do you want, Hero?" The black haired man growled, meeting Hawks own cold hearted, amber glare.

"I believe you've been dumped my friend." Hawks answered. "Now, back away from her or things will get messy." Pressing his bladed red feather further into the other man's neck. "Go walk it off, hothead."

Everything in the villains body forced him to stay still. The hell he would leave you alone with this bastard. He knew you hated Heroes. No one had saved you when you needed them most, no one else, except for Giran. Not until The League and Dabi himself protected you, their treasure and info broker, their golden egg.

You were apart of them now. Their comrade. You've cried for them. You've risked your life for them time and time again. You've bleed for them.

"I don't like being told what to do, chicken feet." Dabi fully turned, keeping his back towards you, shielding you despite how royally irritated he was at you. He wasn't going to abandon you. He'd rather let his shitty old man have a free shot than trust his faker. "Our conversation is between us, not you. Beat it before I really get angry and burn your feathers."

Hawks lowered his weapon and sighed, shrugging his shoulders. "Talk about a flare for the dramatic arts you have, Dabi." He folded his red feathers behind his back, locking his gloved hands behind his head and spun around in a circle on his heels. "The missy clearly doesn't want you anymore and you can't let go." He clicked his tongue and frown, "That's just sad man, ya know? Happens all the time. The chemistry and romance fizzles out. You two don't click anymore." His golden gaze met the flame villains.

Dabi felt as if he had been stabbed in the heart with a knife and the stupid feathered freak was twisting it deeper and deeper. It made his ire burn hotter and flames blaze, double fists white-knuckled as his hands ignited, bursting into azure hellfire. "Last warning, bastard." His eyes narrowed, snarling. "Back the fuck off, eyesore."

Hawks raised his crimson feathered blade and got into a battle stance, "Hard way it is then, flam-o."

Hero and Villain getting ready to charge.

You ran around Dabi and stood between them, raising your arms and yelled. "Stop! Please stop!"

Dabi and Hawks paused, eyes widen.

"Doll, move."

"Get out of the way before you get hurt, little bird."

Dabi grit his teeth, he hated the stupid pet bird name Hawks gave you. It didn't suit you at all. You were his doll. His baby. His little mousy. "The fuck are you nicknaming my girl for, fuckface?" He growled.

Hawks raised an eyebrow. "What? As of.." He tilted his head and hummed, gripping his chin, then glanced down at his watch. "Five minutes ago, the girls single and free game right?" He winked and gave you a cheeky wink and grin.

Dabi was seeing red, his blood boiling in his veins and he felt ever muscle in his body twitch and grow alight. "The hell she is. Dream on, playboy." Bursts and sparks of his blue flames randomly appearing over his body: the side of his head, his palms and his shoulder. He hunched his shoulders, getting ready to change using his legs and his flames as you stepped towards him.

He remained rooted on the spot, a heated and frustrated groaning hiss leaving his already raspy vocal cords. "Move out of my way, baby or you'll get hurt! I'm warning you, dammit!"

You puffed out your cheeks and chest. He knew you did it when your more stubborn and bratty streak came out while challenging him.

He normally would tease you and call you cute, playing your bluff. You were a shitty liar and had a terrible poker face. But right now was not one of those times.

"I'm not moving, Dabi." You spat, tears prickling the corners. "You either back down or run me over. Your choice?" Your voice cracked and break, voice trembling, the next few words felt like acid. "Hawks... is right... its over... Dabi.." Your body trembled and you sobbed, letting your tears spill freely. Falling into your knees and onto the ground had Hawks not caught you and pulled you into his arms.

"Hey, it's okay, I'm here, birdy." Hawks whispered softly into your ear, cradling you against his chest, wrapping one of his feathered wings around you and shielding you from Dabi's view.

Dabi's flames vanished, he shook his head. No. You didn't mean it. You couldn't mean it. It's a lie.... he thought, that fake motherfucker poisoned your mind with his false chivalry and play boyish charms. God, please, please... tell me this is all a nightmare. He swallowed the hard lump in his throat. He just realized that he said those words out loud, he own voice sounded foreign to him, broken, needy and pleading.

That wasn't like the infamous, cold-hearted, Dabi at all.

Hawks glanced over to the flame user with pity and sympathy. "Hate to break it to ya buddy, but it is." He picked you up in his arms as you wrapped your arms around his neck and sobbed harder into his bombers jacket. The Hero turned, but Dabi caught the frown and sorrow behind Hawks golden viser.

No. It clicked, that flying rat was in love with you!

You were letting him touch you and comfort you, which was his job.

Dabi shook himself, "Put her down, bird bitch." Jealousy already settling into his bones and twisting him his gut. If you left with Hawks, it would truly be over and you never explained why?! So many unanswered questions swirling in his mind.

Where you cheated on him with Hawks? No.

Hawks half turned, soften golden orbs glowered. "If you attack me. You risk hurting your ex-lover pyro. Is that what you want, hot shot?" He argued, scowling. "Hurting a defenseless woman out of anger? Pathetic man." His red feathers ruffled and flapped with aggravation and irritation, growing razor sharp. "Try it and I won't be nice a second time."

Dabi grit his teeth, his fists clenched so hard, his blunt hair dug into his palms, breaking the skin, blood spilling from the wound and dripping on the ground. He didn't feel it. Couldn't even, if he tried. His sense of pain was dulled, except for the unbearable pain his in chest, his heart, and his soul. "Get the fucking hell out of my sight before I change my mind, Hero." He spat with venom as he stormed off in the opposite direction.

Dabi wouldn't admit it, but he regretted not stealing you away from Hawks when he had the chance. The next morning, you left a letter on his pillow saying that you had quit.

Standing from the bed, wearing only his sweatpants, he became to pace back and forth. The more he walked circles round and round the room, the more frustrated and heated he became, nearly tearing his hair out of his scalp.

So many puzzle pieces were missing. He couldn't ask the boss since he was still asleep. Dabi was tempted to barge into Twice's room and demand for him to make a clone of you. He needed answers, but he also missed you so goddamn much. He missed you hogging the blanket in the middle of the night, you wearing one of his shirts to bed and nothing else, you sleep in his bed and that cute, dopey, half sleepy and half awake smile on your face as he brought you your morning coffee.

Why couldn't you see that you were his whole goddamn word? He'd do anything to make you happy. He'd burn the world and anyone you asked him too.

Were you ashamed of him? Calling him your boyfriend? That he didn't repeat those three little words back to you when he should have? Of course, he loved you! He thought you knew that. Trusted him.

Dabi dug his blunt nails into his skull hard. What the fuck was he missing?!

It's all that stupid, huffing, puffing, red feathered assholes fault!

Hawks. Damned nosy, kiss ass.

Piss ant. Poser. Trader. Double crossing, Hero spy.

Dabi's eye widened a fraction. Spy? Spy!

He stopped his pace and his clawing. Scarred, burnt, stapled lips quirking and twitching into a feral, twisted and chesire cat grin. A string of giggles slipping past his mouth, laughing and snickers growing in volume, he spun on his heels, round and round, faster and faster, cackling into madness and hysterics.

All of it made sense now. You weren't in love with that prick. You were a spy for The League! Who better to butter-up that pansy than you.

Dabi signed and threw his body back onto his bed, half delirious and dizzy, the room spinning, his voice body still shook and giggles died in his throat and trying to regain his breath. Oh, my brilliant and beautiful, crafty doll. He wished he could kiss you and smother you with cuddles, praises, love bites and bury himself into your warmth and body. My naughty girl, keeping a secret mission from me. His little mousy had truly grown into a fine villain.

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Fanfic inspired by the song: My World by SR-71

https://youtu.be/1MNukXXhOMA?si=1YhVOZgedAP8VlUB

I'm sorry 😭 Touya. The angst, hurt and heartbreak 💔 just hit while I was listening to this song on my music playlist

Should I make a part 2? Tell me your thoughts 😉 Should reader and Dabi get back together?

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this look lives in my head rent free

Y'all don't pop grapes like candy??? I can quite literally just sit there with a popcorn sized bowl and feast

Just straight up gorging on it

you know what? Fuck you. *turns your strong and stoic and serious character into a crying, traumatized, whimpering, curled up mess in the floor*