kiss me more

dabi looks at you begrudgingly. well, not in a hostile manner, just more of the squinted eyes and tightened lips manner.

"why the fuck do you keep doing that with your lips?" the villain asks, demandingly. for longer than a minutes, his eyes have been darted on the pout of your glistening lips.

"doing what?" you raise a brow, lips however, still unmoving; much to dabi‘s irritation.

he clicks his tongue and gives up on telling you what he sees. if you‘re willing to act stupid, then so be it. "this shit." he places his finger just centimetres away from the glossed lip you tut out. "what the fuck is that all about."

there, he finally notices.

you‘ve been purposely pouting your lips out for hours, and after the third mark your rather coolly boyfriend has noticed.

"i have no clue as to what you‘re talking about." however, you pretend not to know what he‘s talking about.

dabi‘s brows furrow at that. begrudgingly, he puts down his finger to his side and gives you a suspicious look. he‘s not convinced with your act, with you, everything always has an ulterior motive.

and just as he suspected, you do in face have an ulterior motive.

lately, your boyfriend hasn‘t been home much. dabi‘s always out working, or whatever the fuck he‘s doing out there. for days without an end, you‘re often left home to your own devices. and as you‘re left to handle yourself, you find yourself missing your mischievous boyfriend. most especially, you miss his thin lips against yours.

you painfully miss the way he teases you with kisses that just feel like playing with fire. his lips on yours always feels so good, so good that sometimes you wish breathing wasn‘t such a big deal so that he wouldn‘t have to get back up to catch his breath.

"yeah, this act isn‘t impressing me princess. what d‘ya want?" he leans close to you, his finger tips holding your jaw up. "i don‘t have all day."

"nothing," you prod further with the act, but tutting your lips out just a little more; accentuating your glossed lips even more. "what do you want?"

dabi snickers. he bends down jus above you, enough that his lips near yours. with your now near leveled places, you‘re able to breathe in his familiar scent and feel the situation escalate. this is what you have been waiting for ages, for his lips to finally hit yours.

"i don‘t want nothin‘, pretty. what do you want?" he answers your question with a question of his own. "why‘re you bein' all pouty and shit? d‘ya want something to buy?"

you roll your eyes at him. sometimes, you do hate your boyfriend. though he can be sweet, he can also be clueless; as much as he is mean. you had thought pushing buttons might lead him on, but you overestimated him and now he‘s just confused.

"y'know what, nevermind." you sigh, wrapping your hand around his wrist and pushing it to his chest. "you‘re oblivious." you mutter, losing hope.

dabi looks at you with now a pout of his own. he watches you retreat and take your phone into your hands. he still stands there, looking at you with a face more confused than earlier.

he loves you of course, but he sometimes just doesn’t understand what goes inside your pretty little mind. more often than not, he just finds himself sighing and trying to figure out what you mean.

as he turns around and retreats, thinking about what you could have wanted. but as he is just about to leave the room, he suddenly hears something from your phone.

"here‘s the best lipgloss that pouts your lips and make you look as kissable as possible!"

what?

oh..

oh.

a lightbulb lights up inside his head. in a split second, he‘s flipping his head and caging you down. you watch with a bored expression, seeing him smirk. you cock a brow, but before you realize it, he‘s grabbing your phone out of your hands and kissing you.

your eyes widen in surprise, but they quickly flutter close as you wrap your hands around his nape.

it‘s a deep passionate kiss. his tongue moving slow against yours. lips move in perfect sync. it‘s a needy lock of lips, he‘s teasing your lower lip as he runs a hand through your hair. he savours your taste as if it were a full course meal from a michelin star restaurant.

"baby," he breaks the kiss slowly. his lips are still up against yours, his breathing slow as he speaks. "y‘know, you can just always ask me to kiss you. you don‘t have to play so unfair."

you know you can. but where is the fun in that? more so now that you know, that just being pouty and mean can make him act like a starved man. so maybe, being nice is out of the table.

happier than ever

your legs hang by the edge of the ledge, dangling in mid air as you watch the people pass by the side walk. you watch their expressions as they walk, some happy, some sad, some mad, some solemn, either way, you wouldn’t know the reason behind it to actually care enough for it.

as they all leave and enter you field of vision, thoughts start to clog your mind. there are a lot of things that start to enter your empty mind, people who have come and by in your life, people who had decided to stay, and people who decided to never be seen with you ever again.

but one person seems to stick to your mind like a goddamn parasite. your mind holding onto him like a fucking vice grip.

from his ink black hair, cerulean eyes, purple tattered skin, iron staples, pale complexion, you memorize them all like how a poet would fall in love with their work and memorize each line like it was their saving grace. from the very top down to the sole bottom, you could recite and site them all in the coma.

his name was dabi. or so what he would go by.

loving you is a losing game

screams from left and right fill your ears. your injured shoulder being held by your opposite arm, your back pressed against his own, both your breathing ragged as you continue to dodge attacks being sent your way.

“i’ll create an opening for you.” dabi mumbles just enough for you to hear. you nod at his words, craning your head to look at him. his cerulean eyes meet your own, his leather jacket long gone, body overheating due to the overuse of his quirk. “and once that opening is clear you’ll go run with toga, aight?”

you nod at him again, unable to open your mouth and respond properly because of your burned throat. you’re turning in all directions, dropping to your knees as you trip another hero to their feet, using your own quirk to torment and bring them to their death.

dabi watches you from the corner of his eyes, blood dripping from the creases of his tattered skin. you’ve always been so beautiful to him, always been so comforting to look at, always have been so precious and dear to him. he smiles, both sadness and love swelling in his broken heart, moving eagerly and strategically to make you a way out of this hell hole.

“hey blood sucker!” he yells, calling the blond girl who’s also fighting for her life. toga looks at him, easily taking another persons life with her blade, her golden eyes looking at dabi’s own. “on my signal, you and (y/n) are gonna run away from here, okay?” there’s an uncharacteristic softness and emotion in dabi’s voice, and toga notices it.it’s instantly clear to her that dabi’s going to do something unheard of, something that he doesn’t want to do, but has to do.

“dabi.” your voice is hoarse and small, but dabi can easily point it out in the battle scene. he’s on to your aid, running as he desperately tries to not get hit by the big attacks sent towards him. “you’re going to come with us, right?”

dabi’s eyes widen. his throat runs dry, looking into your glossy orbs. he tries to ignore that look you’re sending him, tries to ignore the way your eyes visibly morph into something he can’t quite fathom, something he refuses to fathom. 

“dabi, you’re coming right?” once more you ask, your arm grabbing him by his wrist. he still doesn’t look at you, instead he’s looking everywhere searching for an exit for you and toga. 

“toga! the right wing, grab (y/n) on my signal.” he yells for the blonde girl, ignoring your constant mumbling, ignoring the way you’re holding unto him as if he’s going to disappear if you let go of your tight grip on his arm. “count to three, and i’ll push them to you.”

“got it!” toga yells, jumping from the height she stands at. your words fall deaf into his ears, eyes welling with tears as you tightly cling to him. he doesn’t look back at you, afraid that he might not pull through with this, afraid that he might actually cling unto you and never let you go until he meets his long awaited death.

“dabi. hey, dabi. dabi. listen to me.” you’re putting more effort into saying his name, putting more effort into pulling his arms with you as he continues to pretend he doesn’t hear you. “dabi—”

“(y/n).” he says your name with both sweetness and bitterness, both of his hands placed on your waist. you get pulled into his chest, his arms desperately squeezing you with all of the strength he can muster. you fall into his touch, feeling the warmth of his chest against your cheek. “you— you’re really precious to me, y’know.” he mumbles into your ear with raw emotion in his voice. “you’re the most important thing i have to me, the most important person who i would lay down my life for, the only person who i would put down everything for and be with.”

you nod into him, feeling him press a kiss against your hair. he runs his fingers through your hair one last time, remembering the feeling of your frame pressed against his, clinging on to the scent you emit.

“why are you telling me all of this?” you can’t help but ask him, afraid that he might do something you don’t want him to do. afraid that once he lets go of your limited time together, he’ll be gone from your grasp forever. “why—”

“toga! now!”

it all happens in a blur. he’s pushing you away from his body, towards the direction of the exit he had made. your body is frozen, eyes wide as you feel toga wrap her arms around you and pull you with her to the light which you’ve been yearning for. time seems to slow down when you realize what’s happening, you thrash against he hold of the young girl despite your mangled body being in pain.

“dabi! dabi! wait! dabi! dabi!” you’re yelling for his name, tears freely falling down your eyes as your hand reaches out for him. he can only stand and watch you yell for him, smile as your tears scream for his warmth. “dabi!”

his body slouches, eyes watching you with blood dropping down his cheeks. he smiles brightly once you’re out of sight, happy that you’re finally out of this place he has brought you in. he finally accepts his fate, finally accepts the other side that had been waiting for him this whole time. he closes his eyes and sees you through the white light that seeps through, sees you stand as you pick out your favourite kind of flower; the same kind that he had always stolen from the flower shop because you had told him you like that kind. your smile is wide when you realize he’s there, waving him over to where you stand. with his last piece of consciousness he takes it all up and closes his eyes, allowing himself to bask in your vivid image.

“even in my death, you still are the most beautiful person i’ve ever seen.”

tired

[dabi manga spoilers!]

“doll,” dabi’s cold voice breaks through the radio silence in your mind. your attention is immediately brought to him. your hand reaching out for his as you two stand in the middle of the chaos. “can you listen to me for five seconds?”

“even if it were an hour, touya, i’d listen.” he laughs lightly at your words causing you to smile painfully with his laughter. his marred and injured arm grabs you by your forearm softly. walls made out of blue fire are put up by him, dividing you from the clash out there.

“you know,” he starts, burying himself into your neck. you freeze, then loosen, wrapping your arms around him tightly. “i’m tired.” he mumbles into your skin.

“me too, i am as well.” you bitterly say, voice slightly muffled by his body. he nods into you, pulling you impossibly closer to him.

“do you know what i do when i’m tired?” it’s a dumb question— he knows— but he has to get some sort of release with you before he does something atrocious.

“you don’t pull up like either people, you push through, don’t you?” hanging by your every word like it’s his life line is what he does. he can feel your tears dropping and evaporating into his broken skin. “don’t you touya? wont you pull through?” like a prayer, you say your words religiously, hoping— praying— that one of your words will stick with him, but one can only do so much when the other is begging for peace and quiet.

“i’m getting pretty fucking tired, y’know?” he repeats himself, letting go of you and putting his warm palms on your cheeks. “don’t you think it’s time to shut away?” your tears fall from your eyes down to his palm, your hand over his as you lean into his touch, founding solace into them, nodding as you listen to his every word. “it’s a fucked up world out here, but hey, i was with you all through it and i guess that made it bearable.” he jokes for what seems to be the last time, and you laugh for what seems to be the last time as well.

he heaves a sigh and you do to. all of a sudden, the silence you had been using from earlier breaks as you hear people march through. all of a sudden, the fire is slowly getting weaker and weaker than its usual form. dabi doesn’t budge, simply looking at you with adoration swimming in his eyes. you know what’s going to happen and so does he, yet he doesn’t make a move to do anything against it. simply placing his forehead against yours and encasing your lips against his. your eyes close and so does his, feeling everything about him before your fate finally gets sealed.

“i love you doll.”

“i love you more touya.”

bang!

favourite crime

you should have run the moment you locked eyes with the villain, you should have minded your own business instead of walking up to him and asking him about his scars, you should have made the right decision and made a run for it when he told you he would skin you alive and burn you.

but you never did. you didn’t run when you saw his beautiful cerulean eyes, you didn’t mind your own business when you asked him about his scars, you never ran away when he threatened to murder you.

you wish did. not because he’s hurting you. it’s because if you did, you would never be placed in situations like this.

one where you would have to choose him, or you.

“go. run away, they’re coming.” dabi says, holding you by your shoulders, but you stand there, shook. the situation is not clicking inside your head; the openly laid pieces not clicking to each other in your blacked out mind.

“(y/n)! for fucksake leave!” he desperately tries to scream at your face. his warm hands pushing you out the emergency exit, his head turning around every millisecond, checking to see if they had managed to break through the the iron sealed door; but nothing seems to be interpreting in your head. his words fall deaf in your ears, eyes devoid of emotion yet still brimming with crystal tears as you look at him.

“i can’t.” you whisper to him, placing your hand over his, to remove his hand the desperately tries to remove his grasp on your skin. though your mind yells at you to go, your better judgment telling you to leave him and go, your heart tells you to stay. he needs you, and you need him. it’s like two working gears that need each other to work. one cannot work without the other, so why run away when you well know that if he’s lost, you’re deemed useless. “i can’t go, i’m staying with you.”

dabi shakes his head. he doesn’t want you here, he doesn’t want to see you taken with him. he knows you have something better awaiting for you on the other side; friends and family members waiting for you to come back into their arms. yet you won’t budge, you desperately cling onto him like a child, something he greatly opposes, yet guilty wants.

“you’re not staying with me doll. you have better things out there waiting for you! you can have someone better than me! just— just fucking run!” this time he thrashes, shoving you against the metallic door, pushing it with his leg, but you don’t want to let go of him, holding onto his marred skin like it’s your life line.

“i don’t want better dabi! i want you! you’re the one i want!” you scream against him, watching as the lock on the iron door bust one by one, signifying that they are slowly but surely making their way inside the room.

dabi hears everything, he knows they’re kicking against the door, doing the best that they can so that they can take him away, finally lock him in so that you can live your life.

“can’t you see doll?! i’m no good for you! i’m not good for you! i’m— i can’t be someone you can marry! i’m not the person who’ll take you out on dates! i’m not the person you need!”

if dabi was the same old person he was before, he would have left you right here, run out the window and let them search the entire place, watch them take you away for questioning. but dabi isn’t the same old person from before. this time, he will face them, he won’t run away, he won’t let them take you away, he’ll let them take him, for your own good. he’s not good for you, he’s not what you need, he’s bad for you, he wants you to live a normal life. he wants you to get married and have kids, be taken out on a date, just as you want, but unfortunately he can’t do that. so he’ll do this instead, be captured and let you go, so that you’ll live a normal life, just like what you dream of everyday.

“fuck what i need dabi! i want you! you’re what i want! i can’t live without you!” you yell as he pushes you against the exit. he knows there are people on the opposite side of the door, waiting for him to push you against the door, and let you run into their arms, but you’re making that quite difficult, so he has to do what he’s about to do.

and god does he pray to whatever god is up there, that you forgive him.

“you don’t deserve this doll,” he says grimly but he smiles this time, waiting for you to lock eyes with his, wanting for you to get lost in his blue eyes for a few seconds. “look at me baby,” he softly says, placing his hand against your cheek. “i love you.” he says, and you nod against him, this time with tears striking down your rosy cheeks.

“i love you too.” you reply, and he sadly yet happily smiles, this time placing his hand on the back of your head and pulling you into a searing kiss. his eyes closed as he locks his lips with yours, his hand wrapping around your waist for the last time as he slowly opens the door behind you, slowly turning its handle softly. and when it finally creaks open, the iron door from the other side finally busts open.

he pecks you for the last time before letting go of you, allowing you to fall to the people behind you. it all happens in slow motion, men in suits grabbing him and forcing him to his knees as they inject his neck with an unknown fluid. your eyes widen as the door slowly closes in front of your face. you thrash around the people who hold you down, yelling his name like a prayer while he keeps his eyes on you, that stupid love sick look on his face, the look he always gave you.

dabi might have committed a million crimes against society, but out of all of them, this has to be his favorite. his guilty pleasure, his day dream, his sacred haven, you are his favourite crime. so with a last breath he screams your name, yelling an ‘i love you!’ before the his eyes fall closed and the door shuts with your piercing scream behind it.

out of everything he’s done, you will always be his favourite crime.

i‘m a slave for you

minors do not interact.

"fucking tight cunt." dabi moans out, slapping your ass and sadistically watching it jiggle at the contact. you moan out loud as his languid thrusts go deeper, pussy sucking him dry.

"yeah, slut how does that feel?" he asks, waiting for your response, just as he taught you. but nothing leaves your lips other than the small breaths you're letting out, so he leans forward and looks over your shoulder.

"what the fuck do you think you're fucking doing." he growls, voice lacer with pure, raw anger. you bite down on your lip, hiding the excitement threatening to leave your lips.

"nothing, just watching a tiktok." you respond, dangling your phone. he raises a brow and pulls his cock out of your dropping hole, leaving it clenching around nothing.

"you don't do that with me, doll." he threats grabbing your phone from your grasp and throwing it across the room, thankfully landing on the pile of messy clothes.

"dab— mhm!"

in one fluid motion you're flipped to your back, hands pinned above your head. he clenches his jaw, one hand on your chin and pulling it down.

"you better start acting right, or else you're not cumming tonight. not once, never." he threats, forcing your jaw open. by impulse you dangle out your tongue, allowing him to spit on it. "swallow, whore." you draw back your tongue and swallow the glob down.

"nobody, gets to do that to me. not even you." he says, hands over your clit and rubbing the bundle of nerves. you arch your back in pleasure, letting yourself loose. but it instantly dies down when be slaps your cunt, hard.

"what the fuck?" you say out loud, hands reaching out for your area, but his hands restrict your wrists once more pinning them to your chest.

"you're going to start counting how many times i fucking slap the dirty, nasty, slutty whole aight? and if you cum, even once, i'm leaving. we clear, cum slut?"

you said forever, i guess not

dabi heaves a sigh as he passes by the lamp post.

the lamp post to your house, in your street.

the place is familiar, way too familiar to his liking. he hates the feeling it gives him, the moment he step foot on that pavement all the memories hit him like a truck, straight to the gut. all the laughs, the smiles, the kisses, the giggles, everything.

he doesn't like it, but deep inside he knows he still loves it.

like a blurred soul, he passes by you and him. the moments that he will never forget, the moments he will never regret, all those moments he just wishes he could bring back.