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Oh, it’s Dabi again! (•◡•) It seems that Dabi and Shigaraki are the favourites among the villains heheh. Thanks for sending this in! I hope you like it! (~˘▾˘)~

This ask has mentions of alcohol, so please skip this if you’d rather not read about it!

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Dabi

He had a feeling that something bad was going to happen today.

Everything went smoothly with the other villains today. Toga didn’t try to stab him after he had said he didn’t want to have a knife sticking out of him today. Kurogiri was in a better mood than he’s ever been in since he joined the League of Villains. Even Shigaraki was being more cooperative than he was used to.

It wasn’t normal. Something bad was going to happen today, and Dabi felt it, the threat of something unseen heavy and solid in his gut. He shook his arm free from your hold and threw it across your shoulders instead, bringing you flush against his chest.

“Babe?”

He took a quick scan of the entire area, taking note of all the places where he knew something or someone bad could be lurking, before he turned back to you. “It’s nothing. Where are we going again?”

His question had distracted you enough, much to his relief. You began telling him about your day, that it went well also, and he felt a little more than unsettled. But it’s better to keep you safe than for him to be sorry after something truly went wrong like he expected. Dabi gave a noncommittal “that’s great” to fill in a pause in your chatter, taking a glance behind the two of you just because. It didn’t do anything to relieve his suspicions of something bad happening when the mysterious figure moving in the shadows was just two kittens chasing each other. Dabi kept walking, his free hand already heating up from his quirk with an anticipation of a mishap of some sort.

You led him to a little bar that you loved. He adjusted the mask he had on and pulled on the hood of his jacket to cover more of his hair, before he stepped into the dimly lit establishment after you.

Dinner was good. Beer was good. Service was good. Crowd was good. Everything was good, except for the one guy on the other side of the bar who kept looking over at you. The bastard even shifted so that his torso was facing you, head resting on his open palm as he sipped at his pale ass beer leisurely.

So this was the bad thing he had been so worried about the whole evening? Some sleazy fuck who wanted to try and seduce his girl? And Dabi was right beside you too. You had this weird habit of tapping your feet against his whenever you swivelled the barstool to face him as you talked. He knew you well enough to be damn sure that you only did that with him, and not with any of your friends.

“Hey, Y/N.”

Dabi reached over when you looked up from your beer at the call of your name, and he wiped off the sauce sitting at the corner of your lips. He made sure to look the bastard across the bar in the eye as he licked the sauce off his thumb, and then leaned forward to kiss you when he was sure the other guy was watching. You easily yielded to the repeated press of his lips on yours, even if there was a wrinkle in your nose from the little noises he made as he kissed you. Dabi gently tugged on your bottom lip with his teeth, eyes opened for a second to ensure that the bastard knew you were taken.

“That’s right, you fucker,” he said, in a moment that you pulled away from him to have a sip of your beer.

“Some guy across the bar with a nasty ass face again?” you teased, the smile on your lips matching your tone.

Dabi leaned in again and said, “Just making sure you know you got the guy with the nastiest face sitting in front of you. You don’t need to go looking anywhere else.” The breathless laugh you let out at his words only made him want to crush his lips against yours again.

maiden-bnha:

Dabi x Reader

58. “Making out in a graveyard?”

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“Making out in a graveyard? Classy.” Dabi drawled as you clawed at your attacker, clearly not enjoying the whole thing. 

Luckily, the other males presence forced him to loosen his grip on you and you promptly shoved him away, stumbling out of his arms and wiping at your mouth irritably. You didn’t make it too far before he had grasped your wrist in a bruising grip, keeping you in range of him no matter how much you tugged.

“Mind your own business.” You shifted uncomfortably at your assaulter’s response, glancing warily at the newcomer. Your — unintentional? — savior. Hoping he wouldn’t leave you alone with him again; admittedly afraid of what might happen to you if he did. As if in slow motion, he pulled a hand from his pocket, and blue flames erupted from his palm. 

You tugged more urgently at your wrist, realizing what was about to happen, and braced your arm with your other hand, leaning backwards; he didn’t budge, even when the fire was casually tossed your direction. He was lit on fire instantly, and his hand snapped open as he screamed, sending you sprawling onto your butt and awkwardly scooting yourself away from his burning body. 

Dabi waltzed up to you casually — like you hadn’t just witnessed him murdering someone — hand returning to his pocket as he looked down at you curiously, leaning down a bit so that there wasn’t such a size difference. Distantly, you realized your were trembling.

“Are you alright, dollface?” Dabi spoke softly, as if handling a wild animal. His eyes seemed to glow from the light of his own fire, giving him an otherworldly look. You weren’t positive you hated it though, even with him now being lit enough for you to see his scars. 

Was it a Halloween costume or real? Maybe he was going for a modern Frankenstein’s monster or something? You didn’t care. Gratitude outweighed even your natural instinct to flee him, like he was some kind of a predator and you were his prey.

“Yeah, I— I’m fine?” You whispered, and relaxed a bit when he smirked down at you. Your thundering heart seemed to calm when he leaned back a bit so that he was standing at his full height again, still eyeing you with interest.

“Thank you.” You added quickly, and he nodded in acknowledgment. Seemingly satisfied with your disheveled state, he turned and continued on his merry way; almost like he’d never been there at all. You watched him go with wide eyes until he seemed to disappear into the darkness of the night.