Dabi is a terrible roommate

Part of the BNHarem roommates collab! Other entries from the server can be found here. 

Special thanks to @hisoknen​ for proof-reading and being encouraging, @lady-bakuhoe​ for checking it over for continuity and hotness.

Notes: This takes place in some kind of college AU, reader has a cunt but their gender is unspecified, Dabi smokes and everyone has unprotected sex, I think that’s everything. 

Dabi is a terrible roommate (but an okay fuck)

Your apartment was very small, but at least it was cheap. If your roommate had been a like mind, someone who was focused on studying and passing exams, and doing what you were actually meant to do at university, it would have been fine.

But he wasn’t.

Instead, he was the pierced, chain-smoking, ne-er-do-well son of one of the nation’s top celebrities. You doubted very much that he had a scholarship. You’d never even seen him go to a lecture. The name on the rental agreement you’d both signed said Touya Todoroki, but he insisted everyone call him Dabi. You compromised by not calling him anything at all. Internally, you called him a prick.

He dyed his hair in your shared bathroom, leaving the basin and the shower a permanent filthy grey. He left food out festering for days. He smoked, constantly, no matter how meaningfully you tapped the laminated “no-smoking” sign on the wall, spotting the furniture with pinhole-sized burn marks. He always had at least one friend around, if not more, his fellow trust-fund scumbag Shigaraki, or his smoking buddy Bubaigawara, and despite it being strictly forbidden in the rental contract you had both signed, he often had someone stay the night.

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everyone grieves in their own way

The rest of the Todoroki family in the villain waifu au ❤️

Rest (Bakugo Katsuki x Reader)

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2,515

Warning: SMUT, LANGUAGE

I’m literally in love with Bakugo Katsuki. I’ve had this idea in my head for a while and I might make this a small series, I love me some domesticated shit and I hope you guys do too. This is the first smut I’ve ever written so please keep that in mind as you’re reading lmao. I hope you enjoy it!

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Thin Walls » Bakugou Katsuki

wordcount: 4.9k

warnings: smut, prohero au, dubcon, masturbation, language, degradation 

Katsuki’s loud, obnoxiously so. And you’re the one who has to deal with it.

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Soon, he will be back with me.

(Din Djarin x Reader): Hair Washing

Summary: You wake up sick and Din washes your hair.

A/N: Whoo hoo! This is just a little blurb one shot that I’ve had floating around because I love Din so much! This pure fluff. 

You woke up with a groan. Sleeping on the Razor Crest was never comfortable, even if Din let you sleep on the cot, you were still spending those hours stuck in a cramped hole in the wall on a bare thread blanket and painfully lumpy mattress. 

But this was a new level of discomfort as you woke from your few hours of rest with an already pounding headache. You shakily sat up and tried to shimmy your body out of the cramped compartment and make your way to the refresher. 

You were so focused on remaining upright that you didn’t even see Din as he silently observed your stumbling path towards the ship’s bathroom. You were nearly to the door when you stumbled and nearly fell to the floor of the ship.

“(Y/N)?” Din asked cautiously as he quickly made his way over to where you were clutching the edge of a crate. 

You took a shaky breath as you raised your head slowly to make eye contact with Din’s… well his visor.

“I think I’m sick,” You told him meekly, your voice sounding like it belonged to a stranger as you took a slow breath in an effort to stop the room from spinning. 

“Maybe you should get back in bed,” He tells you as he takes in your sickly appearance.

“I need to wash my hair,” You protested desperately. It was stupid, there was no way you would be able to even stand up in the shower, let alone clean yourself, but you couldn’t bear the thought of crawling back into that cot when you felt as gross as you currently did.

“Fine,” Din muttered as he carefully lifted you to your feet and led you to the refresher, “I’ll wash it,” he adds.

If you’d been any less out of it you probably would have been so taken aback by Din’s comment that he would have changed his mind. But you were hardly able to hear him as he brought you into the tiny bathroom of the Razor Crest. 

Din helped you get settled on the floor right outside your shower as he busied himself with getting the shower head down while you tried not to throw up on the floor. As Din turned the water on you shifted forward so your hair fell in front of your face and Din would be able to get it wet without spraying water all over the rest of the bathroom. 

“Is the water warm enough?” He asked as he started to slowly let the water spray onto your scalp. Even in your sickness-addled brain you suddenly became acutely aware of the feeling of Din’s bare fingertips as they gently combed through your hair.

You hummed a confirmation to him as you closed your eyes. This was a far nicer feeling than you’d been prepared for.

After a few minutes of silence on both of your parts as Din wet your hair before turning the water off and beginning to work the shampoo into your hair as carefully and delicately as he could manage. 

“You need to scratch harder,” You finally spoke up, your hair muffling your voice slightly, “You’re not going to clean my hair if you don’t actually work the shampoo in.”

Din remained silent for a moment, as he seemed to be thinking through his options.

You sighed, “I won’t break, please just…”

You trailed off as Din commenced his motions again and you smiled to yourself as he started to actually scratch his fingernails against your scalp. The pressure was much more appropriate for hair washing and allowed you to relax into the feeling of Din’s fingers working through your hair over and over again. 

Once he’d rinsed the shampoo out of your hair Din managed to towel most of the moisture off. And you flipped your hair back over your shoulders, smiling warmly as you were able to see Din again and try to express some level of gratitude.

“Do you feel better?” Din asked after a beat as he watched your attempt at combing your hair out and making it somewhat presentable.

“Somewhat,” You tell him with a small smile. Your headache wasn’t quite as painful, but as you looked at your chapped lips and washed-out complexion in the mirror you realized that you were definitely sick. 

“Thank you, for doing that,” You tell Din as you turn back around to face him. It feels awkward, as the words fall from your lips. You’re not sure why, you just shared a moment far more intimate than anything you’d ever experienced before, but maybe that was the problem, as you look at each other (well, you’re looking at Din, you never quite know for sure that he’s looking back at you) the bathroom becomes almost insufferably small again. It feels like something has shifted, but your brain’s already so tired that you can’t quite put your finger on what just happened.

“Let’s get you back to bed now,” Din says gently, you can hear the kindness in his voice, even through his helmet’s modulator, and you just smile and nod as Din shepherds you like a lost puppy back into the cargo area, and then back into the sleeping compartment.

“Maybe we can figure out a way for me to wash your hair some time,” You tell Din in a far-away voice as you crawled back into the sleeping compartment and laid back down on the cot.

Kriff. Din thought to himself as he watched to make sure you were alright. You were going to be the death of him.

this is the first scene in the entire run of the show where Din is legitimately terrified. there is no moment where he gains the upper hand. he never gets over his fear, and he has nothing smart or coherent to say even as the imperial officer is openly mocking him. he is only just barely weathering the overwhelming terror of being without his helmet in a roomful of people who actively relish killing Mandalorians and stripping them for parts. he knows he has to do this to get the kid back but it so very clearly costing him and you can see he is hanging on by a thread

Familiar Cerulean Eyes- Pt 15

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Warnings: Mention of morning after pill, angst, fluff, couple fighting, implied nsfw at the end, horrible pun. 

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Word Count: 2.8 K

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It had taken you significantly less time to build your nest this time around, granted you were missing things from your previous nest, but you were also less stressed about making it perfect. Thank goodness Kurogiri had at least gotten the fur blanket that Dabi had given you, even if it was a little charred it was still your favorite. You had quickly decided to make your nest in Dabi’s bed, enjoying the scent that surrounded you, knowing he would be elated.

While you were doing this the rest of the group had spread out across the building, making sure all the scent blockers were working and adding more where they were needed. Dabi and Shigaraki had disappeared off somewhere to discuss things, leaving you alone in his room, bored once your nest was complete. Maybe now was a good time to go explore?

You were just deciding on what you wanted to do when there was a soft knock on the door, looking up you watched as Toga poked her head into the room her eyes lighting up when she saw you.

“Y/N! Kurogiri is making food, do you want some?”

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catholic pez

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DABI BRAIN ROT

“drunk me thought she could do a backflip”

Familiar Cerulean Eyes - Pt 12

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Warnings: Arguments. Mention of past physical harms. 

Word Count: 3.7 k 

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You felt sore all over and your head was throbbing, but nothing compared to how hungry you were. It had taken hours for your heat to simmer down enough for the two of you to finally get out of the too small for Dabi’s large frame bed. To be honest, you weren’t even sure when or how you two even made it to the bedroom.

But here you were several hours later, starving, and a different need growing as you took in the contents of the small apartment. You needed to nest, and there wasn’t much to use. You would have to see if Dabi could go out and fetch some things for you…

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