DABIS-MELTED-DICK-PIERCING ????

Rituals

Femme! MetalHead ShigaDabi x Feme!Reader (SUGGESTIVE)

[TW] - suggestive content! 18+ only PLEASE - breast play, makeout sesh, biting, use of pet names

When it comes to concert prep, the steps involved always ensure a successful show. Everyone had their rituals. You sat backstage, pacing up and down the floor. It wasn’t like you were all that nervous, but getting on stage always made your heart pump with anticipation and made you shake with adrenaline. What a rush it was to be the lead vocalist of your band.

“Hey, t-minus 10 til showtime” Your director passed by. After the band gained serious traction he was a necessary component to every show. It wasn’t your idea initially, but your bassist and guitarist shared a common worry for your mental state when you were balancing schedules, dates, set-lists, as well as regular practice and writing for new material.

You breathed a sigh and shook yourself out, just as you normally did. Every band member of yours had their steps to get ready for showtime. While you paced around and ran over the set-list in your head, Touya - your bassist - took her time with a smoke followed by a shot of something dark. Your guitarist, Tomura, always said she didn’t have rituals. She always claimed they were unnecessary.

That was blatant bullshit from her and you knew it. Because every show, right about now, she would saunter up to you with Touya in tow.

“You ready, darling.” The guitarist purred out. You turned on your heels to meet them, meeting her ruby eyes with your own. Touya leaned against her, cigarette in hand. She’d get in trouble if the venue coordinator saw her, but she wasn’t really one to show much regard for rules like that. She stood firm as an “ask forgiveness, not permission” kind of person.

“Is everyone almost ready?” You asked, walking to meet them. Your drummer was probably off smoking a blunt with the other members of your band. A little puff and pass was their signature before a show, and who were you to deny them that. Tomura shrugged, also knocking Touya off of her so she could gently squeeze your cheeks into a pout.

“Almost, hun. But we still have time. Do you wanna…” the pale haired woman trailed off, sneaking a glance back to Touya who’d thrown her cigarette on the ground to stomp it out. You shook yourself out of her grasp. A smile played on your lips as you looked between the two of them. You knew exactly what she wanted.

“Your ritual,” you teased. Tomura clicked her tongue, the look in her eyes screaming don’t test me. You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped as you pulled her in by her hips. “Come on, don't be like that. You want it, no?” You pressed on. She sighed and twirled your hair through her fingers briefly.

“You’re lucky you're cute.” She hummed. Slowly, she leaned down, eye-to-eye with your breasts clad in the vest you’d chosen for the show. Her eyes glanced up at yours briefly before she sank her teeth into your tender flesh. You grunted softly at the contact, but let her bite down until a deep mark engraved itself into your breast. This would now be on show for everyone watching your performance tonight. Right along with the kiss mark Touya had left on you much earlier.

Speaking of Touya, she sat back, watching Tomura with half lidded eyes while you were bit. It would be a lie to say she didn’t enjoy watching, but she certainly craved a little bit of action from you. Knowing this, you caught her lazy, tempting eyes with your own. You beckoned her to come closer. She obliged, happily.

“Feeling a little lonely, Touya.” you hummed, running your hands over her shoulders; feeling the embellishments on her jacket. She chuckled lowly.

“Never lonely with you and this one around.” She hummed, gently kicking the side of Tomura’s foot with her own. You smiled and leaned to give the bassist a kiss on the cheek. Then a peck on the lips, and then her jaw, and then her neck. You’d keep going if a voice didn’t interrupt.

“T-minus 5!” you heard your director shout, eliciting a groan from you.

“Better make it quick, doll.” Touya warned. Succumbing to this truth, you leaned down to meet her ample breasts. Under the studded jacket all she wore was a ripped black bralette. It took all of your control to disregard the warning and rip it off of her. Slowly you cupped her breasts in your hand and buried your face between them. You breathed in her smokiness and the lustful perfume she’d doused herself in before quickly shaking your face between them.

If it wasn’t for the ebony haired woman carefully taking your hair into her fist and tugging you up, you’d probably stay in her warmth forever. She pulled you to meet her eye-to-eye and pulled you into a kiss. Just as she smelled, her lips were smokey and lustful. When you pulled away, you panted slightly for air.

“It’s time, you vixens.” Tomura called, now pulling you away from Touya. The bassist let your hair go, rolling her eyes at Tomura before walking to the guitar stands to grab her bass. You couldn’t help but giggle at her while your attention was once again turned to Tomura.

“One more good luck kiss?” You asked, feigning innocence. She clicked her tongue, but followed that with pressing her lips into yours, just one last time. Her tongue glided over your lips with a softness you were once surprised that she had. You opened up to her and allowed your tongues to dance briefly before a throat clearing pulled you away.

“Should we just cancel the show at this point?” Touya teased, undoubtedly enjoying the two of you in front of her. You laughed as Tomura sighed, finally releasing you and walking to retrieve her own instrument. Touya said that almost every time. At least every time since you’d started your pre-show makeout session. It was a good luck charm for the three of you. And Tomura would deny it for the rest of her life that it made her feel grounded for the performance ahead. Because it’s totally not a ritual.

@rueclfer - happy reading 1/2

Wish List

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Summary: Dabi makes a Christmas wish

Pairing: Dabi/Reader (it's mostly just kinda Implied tbh)

Content Warning: Angst, SFW

Word Count: 800

Disclaimer: Character belongs to Kohei Horikoshi

A/N: This is the 1st of 12 fics for a 12 Days of Christmas event. Enjoy and Happy Holidays!

Prompt: Wish List

My Masterlist

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The crunch of ice and snow beneath bootfalls echoes within the alleyway.

Dabi's hands are stuffed into his pockets as he makes his way down the path, to the fire escape of the side of a building. The sound of creaking metal fills the still quiet of the chilly night air as he climbs it.

Settling on the roof, he stares out at the distant buildings. Normally this would be dangerous, with all the heroes patrolling, but the air is far too crisp for the average person this high up, so it's safe enough. His quirk keeps him warm, and the height keeps him out of sight.

He'd needed to get away from the others for a while. Toga's constant spiel about the holidays and how they should celebrate was getting insufferable.

When he was younger, when he was Touya, he can hardly remember the holidays being the happy and joyous time people would consider it being.

Christmas somehow felt colder than it should be. Not because of the falling snow or the chilly air, but because of the stifling atmosphere within their house.

You'd think that living under the roof of a man with a fire quirk, it'd be warm and cozy. But then you'd of course remember that it's Endeavor, so, of course.

Though, it wasn't really always like that.

At first, it was normal enough, he thinks. His mother and father would shower their first born in gifts and joy and love.

Their first born they were so happy to have, so proud of, that they'd beam when he babbled at them.

And when his quirk came in, all the more joy, playing with his two younger siblings, taking care of them. He's going to be a hero after all! Heroes take care of people!

Of course that didn't last very long, as they learned that his quirk hurts him; his body not suited to it. And in his father's eyes, a failure. A waste.

And so they had another child, one last attempt at correcting the smear on the oh so great Todoroki name.

When Shouto was born, on that cold January day, the chill of his existence seeped into their very bones. Into the walls of their home, the floors beneath their feet, the ceiling over their heads, pressing in from all sides.

As Dabi, the joy he vaguely remembers are mere fragments, they're so distant in the past.

So when Toga said she wanted to celebrate, his scars itched.

Itched like they were freshly healing, like they were raw.

He doesn't know how to celebrate anymore, doesn't know if he ever really knew.

He doesn't know if he'd be able to pretend to enjoy himself, or how he'd react if he actually does enjoy it.

Because his true wish is to be able to do that freely. But alas, his bastard of a father still breathes, and when he does take his final breath, most likely so would he. So it doesn't seem to be in his realm of possibilities.

Though, he supposes, that's really all a wishlist is for.

Wishing and hoping and dreaming for

things you want, but you know deep down isn't really possible.

Looking at a particular building, an apartment complex, he sees a little family eating dinner through open curtains.

A father, a mother, a young girl and two boys, one older than the other two.

It's what he would've had in an ideal world.

It's what he used to wish for on particularly cold nights, curled up beneath his futon, bandages around the wounds littering his tiny body and the cold indifference in his father's eyes seared into his heart.

The father in the window ruffles his eldest son with a smile just as the first few specks of snowflakes begin to fall, and Dabi thinks maybe having a little wish might not be so bad.

It's not going to come true, he knows, but he still wishes.

On a whim, he reaches out to catch a snowflake like he's seen others do.

And he makes another wish. He wishes that at least the future will be better.

That as much as Toga is a little brat, as much as Twice can be annoying, as much as Shigaraki is an ass, as much as Compress is a showy snob, as much as Spinner is a Stain kiss ass, and as much as Kurogiri has a stick up his ass......he gets to keep them.

As much as he loves and doesn't deserve you, he gets to keep you anyway.

He wishes that he can keep his new family this time, wishes that they'll keep him too. Wishes that at the end of all of this, maybe he can actually be happy.

Who knows? Maybe it'll be a Christmas miracle.

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The snowflakes melt before they can touch his skin.

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