°Dabi was simply cleaning around…Okay , he was totally going through your stuff .
°You were always scribbling something in that damn notebook , but you would never let him see , and it drove him mad.
°After making a mess , he found the notebook under your mattress “ tsk tsk..such a secret maker..”
°He found a first drawing of him , a cute doodle , with big round cheeks “ cute” he thought .
°He also find your grocery list . He added some snack because it’s gonna be free anyways, so why the hell not ?
°The he stumbles upon one drawing.. Shirtless , his jean’s button undone ,posing like a real model.
°A smirked popped up immediately
°” so that’s what you’ve been hiding ? Naughty”
° He got so caught up with the little comics you made , that made him laugh so much , the sexy drawings , and some cute notes / gift ideas for him , he didn’t heard you walk in..
° “ Y/N , damn , you’re a good artist , and DAMN, you’re such a pervert” you blushed your blood away as he pulled you against him , sitting you down on his Lapp to continue the reading session of your now , not so secret , art book.
Sorry It was a bit short , but I actually started it as an scenario but then realized that it wasn’t supposed to be one and..yeah. I still hope you enjoy it , the idea is super cute and even I , can’t help but draw him from time to time !
Don’t hesitate to ask me anything , I’m always up to chat with y’all 🙂
You were almost too afraid to do it. Keyword being almost. But you were so sick of him always falling asleep on you when you were trying to spend time with him. You’d been sympathetic the first few times, but by the millionth time, you’d just started to get angry. It wasn’t like he gave you more than a few hours at a time, between class and his obsessive training, and the least he could do was have the decency to stay awake during it.
The fact he didn’t even budge when you were doodling all over him was proof enough he was overdoing things lately. Lucky for you, he only woke up long enough to give you a delirious hug goodbye before taking off for his own room; you were pretty sure it was Izuku that caused the resounding thump and series of shouts that occurred not far down the hallway, and definitely not the fact you’d written “asshole” across his forehead. It wasn’t even a lie.
Dabi
It was, initially, Togas awful idea, and when he woke up and saw the mess you’d made of his face, well, she was obviously going to be blamed. Really, you deserved to retaliate when all he did was spend way too much time away from you. Even an evening alone together was almost impossible to get from him, and you’d be damned if you didn’t take this opportunity to really be petty over it. Unfortunately, his scars made black ink almost invisible, so you decided to mix it up and draw all over him in red. It would stand out more.
When he blearily woke up from his place on your couch and gave you a one-armed hug goodbye — that bastard — and wandered off, you smirked smugly. It wasn’t until Toga sent you a candid pic of him and Shigaraki bickering, with the red ink still covering his face, that you actually started to feel a bit anxious. You hadn’t expected him to go straight to the bar! He was supposed to go home and see it! Needless to say, you ignored his phone calls all night, and woke up to five voicemails. The first two were him yelling, the second two were him apologizing but explaining he was still furious, and the last one was him begrudgingly admitting it was funny.
Kirishima
You’d have thought he would be more concerned with the fact he was surrounded by snickering as he passed people in the hallway. But nope. In fact, it wasn’t until he’d made it all the way back to his own room that he’d thought something was up. After all, you tended to hate it when he fell asleep while you were supposed to be studying together; you took all things related to school very, very seriously.
But when he’d woken up, sheepishly apologizing for falling asleep again, you looked perfectly happy that he was finally awake. You’d even helped him finish up his homework before you sent him on his way, when normally you would have told him to get lost and find someone else to do it for him. He really should have known better; needless to say, he didn’t make that mistake again. You’d written in black, thick-lined permanent marker, and it had taken days for it to completely wash away; walking around with half-there dicks on his face was probably the most humiliating form of punishment he’d ever been through. Probably.
Todoroki
It had started out as an accident. A stray flick of your wrist when you’d been drawing near his head, and there it was. The incriminating evidence you’d just drawn on him. Of course, the proper thing for you to do was try to at least make it an appealing drawing, and not just a random black mark across his cheek. He’d left your room with a masterpiece on his face, and you’d honestly been too embarrassed to tell him you’d done it in the first place to stop him.
At some point you’d realized he was going to be bewildered by it; the idea of explaining that obviously your brain had short-circuited when you came up with the idea to fix it would be met with one of his “you’ve got to be an idiot” stares, and you couldn’t bring yourself to suffer through it. Unfortunately, when Izuku commented, however gently and well-meaning, on it in the hallway, he’d promptly spun on his heel and returned to your room, and you’d had to suffer through his accusing stare anyway while you wiped it off his face.
“Y/N.” Dabis voice was soft from the bedroom door, but you heard it anyway. A particularly rough day — well, for a civilian, anyway — at work had you hiding out. You were just so upset; hiding in your nest had seemed like the only appropriate option. Gripping onto one of Dabis old hoodies, you buried your face in it.
“Dollface.” He was crouching by your head, cooing coaxingly to you. “C’mon, sunshine, talk to me. What’s wrong?” You weren’t ready to talk about it. Life just always seemed so hard outside this little bundle of safety.
Sticking a hand out, you grabbed his and tugged gently; taking the hint, the villain let out an amused huff before crawling into your nest. The moment he was settled in, you curled into him, releasing the hoodie in favor of the real thing; he wrapped his arms around you, running his fingers comfortingly through your hair.
“S’okay, sunshine.” He was so good at making you relax; whispering sweet nothings to you until you were drowsy. He pressed a kiss to your head, then another, until eventually he was just showering you in them, earning soft laughter. His eyes practically glowed in the darkness of your blankets and pillows; you leaned forward and kissed him softly.
“Y/N.” Dabis voice was soft from the bedroom door, but you heard it anyway. A particularly rough day — well, for a civilian, anyway — at work had you hiding out. You were just so upset; hiding in your nest had seemed like the only appropriate option. Gripping onto one of Dabis old hoodies, you buried your face in it.
“Dollface.” He was crouching by your head, cooing coaxingly to you. “C’mon, sunshine, talk to me. What’s wrong?” You weren’t ready to talk about it. Life just always seemed so hard outside this little bundle of safety.
Sticking a hand out, you grabbed his and tugged gently; taking the hint, the villain let out an amused huff before crawling into your nest. The moment he was settled in, you curled into him, releasing the hoodie in favor of the real thing; he wrapped his arms around you, running his fingers comfortingly through your hair.
“S’okay, sunshine.” He was so good at making you relax; whispering sweet nothings to you until you were drowsy. He pressed a kiss to your head, then another, until eventually he was just showering you in them, earning soft laughter. His eyes practically glowed in the darkness of your blankets and pillows; you leaned forward and kissed him softly.
Only a few hours after a simple task for the League Of Villains , everyone was back at their own little activities inside the Hideout.
Toga was cleaning her wonderful ( yet way too big to be just decoration ) knives collection , you were throwing out old stolen makeup you didn’t used anymore.
You then noticed how the only person not getting into cleaning , was your significant other.
You walked out of your shared bathroom in direction to the main space , were you spotted the young man , drooling lightly on the couch.
What you would qualify of your “ coworkers” simply sighted , obviously annoyed.
“Should we wake him up ?” someone asked.
A few seconds passed until you smirk :” I think I have a better idea..”
You then proceeded to pull out your “old” makeup bag , opening it carefully.
Everyone stared at you , working on your boyfriend’s face : You started with a very pigmented blush , pink , of course. You proceeded to do some winged eyeliner and some really long pink lashes . Everyone rushed you to put on some blue lip ink , to which you applied happily.
The giggles becoming slightly too loud, you decided to go back to your activities. Not even an hour later, you felt two hands resting on your waist.
You turn around to see…Your pretty boyfriend. He leaned in to kiss you but you pretexted that you needed to show him something ASAP.
Dabi was grumpy about the fact that couldn’t even kiss you when he woke up , and was about to keep complaining , but was cut off but the laughter of his peers.
“The fuck is wrong with y’all ?”
Toga just couldn’t help herself and shoved a knife in his face
“Take a closer look , pretty boy”
He didn’t even looked at his reflexion for a split second that he was already chasing you .
Here you go , I’m so very sorry for the wait , I just started college , and let me tell you , it’s a real messy thing in France..Anyways hope you enjoyed !!<3
When Dabi entered the house you were cooking. You didn’t love, waiting for him to come to you. And he did. He wrapped his arms around you waist and rested his head on the back of yours.
“Hey, you. How are you feeling today ?”
You felt him shrugs. He kissed the back of your neck, asking for attention. You stopped cooking, it could wait. Staying in his embrace you turned around. He looked tired. He always did. And you knew it wasn’t physical, at least not only physical.
You never asked him anything about his past, about what he was doing of his life. Your relationship was complex but it was enough to you. Because you didn’t have to ask. You already knew.
You knew for the villain’s league, and for what he did for them. But he wasn’t like any of them to you. Dabi wasn’t a psychopath. He was full of hate, but not against the world, it was against injustice and maybe himself too. He wasn’t following any leader, he had his own goal. And even if he was far from your moral code you didn’t feel like you could judge him. Not without the full story.
You stroked his cheeks. With his eyes closed you could concentrate on the beauty of his traits. But as soon as he opened them you were engulfed in the cold sea of his eyes.
“It hurts.” He said, talking about his burns.
You smiled. Both of you never had felt the need to put a name on your relationship. He came to you for comfort, your were his safe place. And to you he was the man you loved. You leaded him to the couch and went to the bathroom to take a lotion.
It wasn’t miraculous but apparently it calmed him. Maybe it was more of your soft touch on his wounded skin than the lotion but it couldn’t hurt him more.
You stayed on the sofa for awhile, talking about life and anything that came to your mind while you applied lotion on his many burns. It almost looked like everything was alright. Once you were done, he turned around to face you and pointing to his lips he smirked a little.
“What ?”
“It hurts here too.”
“You want me to put lotion on your lips ?” You asked, paying dumb.
For a second you could have sworn he had pouted. But his face came back in his original blank state just as fast. Finally he smiled. Not a smirk, nor a grin. No sarcasm or anything. Just a smile.
“I want you to kiss me, please.”
He didn’t have to ask you twice. You cupped his head in your hands and put your lips on him. It was soft and sweet and you wanted him to understand how much you cared for him, simply with this. He had his eyes closed when you separated yourself from him.
“You stay for dinner ?”
He said no by a movement of his head. Dabi knew his presence here could mean problems to you, it could be dangerous. And he wanted you safe.
You knew what he was going to say. Maybe next time. It was always next time.
“Maybe next time.” He smiled.
You just had to wait. When everything would be over, maybe it would be the time.
– I personnaly picture Dabi with an ego that is quite noticable. So i don’et think thta he will be too affectionate , but will be mostlikely to show you off.
-For exemple, when you would were something tigh or short , he would make comments along the lines of “ And all this is mine” , “ would you look at that ? and angel found its way to me” , etc..
– What he will do tho , is rest his hands on your hips from behind , without warning , pulling you closer to him , but all while looking like he doesn’t care.
-Always wants to show that he is still yours and you’re still his when other male are around ; he would put his arm around you loosely , brush past you while smelling your hair L O U D L Y ( because he’s that much of an attention whore )
– and subconsiously , he will get the habit of putting his hand right above your lower back , because he is close to your beautiful bottom , is touching you AND shows that you belong to him.
Dabi and his softer/ clingier mood:
-I think that possessive and or emotional would suit him best.
– When you two are alone , in bed and you would get up , he either will pull you back in bed , or will groan and make moan-like annoyed sound to make you come back
– If you don’t tho, he will get up and wrap you in a hug from behind ,asking you what you’re up to
-1OO% would nibble on your earlobe to catch your attention ( and not only when he his horny )
– when he gets possessive , he will make sure that your body is so close to his , not even air can go through you guys
– also , be ready for hickeys ! cause this bad boy knos too well that it shows that you are NOT single , and that the man you’re with is a wild beast in bed.
– ‘ can be slightly vanilla sometimes in bed when he had a very bad, emotionaly speaking, day
– buys you a necklace with a personal link to the both of you
– will stroke your face , he just loves your face , every inch is so beautiful .
AY ! sorry that is all i could come up with . Damn i’m such a bad person , i love this dude too much!
Anyways , i hope you enjoyed ! thank you for requesting ! ❤
I only write scenarios for 1 character at a time, otherwise it ends up being very long so I just made them headcanons for simplicity’s sake. Hope that’s alright
Dabi:
Dabi’s got a pretty distinct appearance, so it makes it a little difficult for the two of you to go out often and avoid being apprehended by heroes. You thought your little karaoke bar hideout was pretty reclusive, so you’re completely taken aback when you see your douchebag ex step through the door.
You were probably just sitting at the bar and chatting with Dabi, but you involuntarily locked eyes with your ex from across the room. He’s made his way over in a second, and is smirking ear-to-ear.
“So you’re actually dating this crispy ragdoll? Geez, I didn’t want to believe it, but you’ve sure sunk low, (Name). To go from being with me to some low-class villain. Fucking pathetic.”
Dabi couldn’t care less if someone insults him, and it honestly takes a lot to get a reaction out of him. But he can see the way that your ex is intentionally taunting you, and the way that your shoulders are trembling as he snickers and jeers. It’s one thing to pick a fight with him, and it’s another thing to pick a fight with his S/O. Put it simply, he doesn’t like it one bit.
He’s actually tempted to burn the guy into a pile of ashes, but first glances over towards you and is surprised to see that you’re smiling. You’ve managed to compose yourself, and let out a slow sigh before reaching over towards the bar and grabbing a glass in your hands.
Half a second later, you’ve dumped your drink on the asshole’s head and are smiling ruefully as you flip him off. “Villain or not, he’s definitely an upgrade. Hurry up and get your sorry ass out of here.”
Your ex is just in total shock for a few moments, and only then realizes that he’s in a bar surrounded by villains and it’s probably best if he gets the hell out while he still can. He’ll curse at you and be flushed from embarrassment while he leaves.
Dabi was all ready to give your ex hell, but he honestly loved seeing you stand up for yourself and embarrass him. He’s probably gonna break out in a series of chuckles, both proud of you and amused. Hell, not only was it a good show, but seeing how serious you are about this relationship makes his chest swell.
He’ll pull you into a tight hug, peppering kisses all over your neck while he murmurs in his low, gravelly voice. “You’re so hot when you get angry, babe. You really think I’m better than him, huh?”
You’ll smile at him and lean in for a kiss. “Of course you are.”
Tomura:
He’s never been in any kind of relationship before you, and honestly hates the thought that you’ve been with other guys. Tomura’s tries to force it to the back of his mind, thinking that he’s the only one for you. So when your asshole ex turns up at the bar, he’s nothing short of livid.
Of course, you’ve briefly mentioned your past relationship since you wanted to be fully honest with him, but he would just grit his teeth and pretend like it never happened. Still, when the ex himself is standing right in front of the two of you with a condescending smirk, he can’t exactly ignore it.
“So this is the guy you’re dating now?” he’ll sneer. “Jesus, I thought you could do a little better than that, (Name). He’s ugly as hell. Ah—or are you only with him ‘cause he’s the leader of this lame alliance?”
Tomura’s used to people being turned off by his appearance, but hearing your former boyfriend taunt him like he’s not good enough for you just makes his blood boil. He’ll stand up and clench his jaw, all the while outstretching his hand to decay the bastard right then and there. He only stops when he feels you tug his arm back.
“Don’t do it, Tomura.” You’ll smile up at him and gently pat his back. “Seriously, this loser’s not worth it.”
Your ex will glare and is probably ready to insult you some more, but you’ve already grabbed your drink and spilled it all over his head. His eyes will widen, and you’ll only laugh.
“Tomura’s a hundred times better than you ever were. You weren’t even able to get me off a single time. Please leave—I can feel myself losing brain cells just by looking at you.”
Your ex is a complete loss for words, meanwhile, Tomura has broken out into a whooping laugh. He’ll wrap his arm around your shoulder, pulling you in and grinning just to piss him off even more. Eventually, the asshole leaves, beet-red and mortified.
Even after he’s left, Tomura is still grinning ear-to-ear. He’ll roughly smash his lips against your own, over and over again in a passionate frenzy. Once he’s finally broken the kiss, he’ll lovingly run his fingers through your hair.
“You didn’t need to stand up for me, (Name). But it was cute, and fucking hilarious how you put that guy in his place. I’m the only one for you, after all. You’re mine, mine, mine.”
He’ll smile again before diving in for another kiss, which you eagerly accept.
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