"I'm a bad person. Does that make a difference?" - Meeting someone who was severely injured in the pouring rain wasn't what Y/N expected when she left work early, but she tried to make the best of it. Thankfully, her quirk came in handy for times like these. But it didn't make a difference when choosing between a simple life working in a hospital as a healer or a risky, lust filled relationship with the same stranger she found in the alleyway that evening. - |Dabi x Cis Female Reader| |contains: smut, violence, and strong language| Highest rankings: #1 in Dabi /#1 in DabixReader / #1 in Shigaraki / #1 in League of Villains/ #2 in MHA / #1 in Todoroki art on cover by: @/kyomuninatta on twitter 🤍

⚠Will contain some violence that may not be suitable for some readers⚠ (y/n) just wanted a normal life with a happy childhood. Coming from a broken home her family abused and neglected her. Tired of the abuse (y/n) decides to run away without looking back. Later she runs into a man who promises to make society pay for their wrong doings. Now a villian she is part of the league of villians who goal is to take over society. This is going to be a short story to follow the anime! I do not own characters of my hero academia

Read the fuckin story. 🤨 You catch hawks cheating and are forced to live in the shadows to stay alive and out of sight due to a global misunderstanding about a situation that went left. Without an other options you resort to a life of villaining and later on regret nothing. Oh and did I mention, your pregnant.

"𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐞, 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦" ↳ A story where he becomes addicted to you. -Dabi x reader -Smut -Strong language 𝘿𝙄𝙎𝘾𝙇𝘼𝙄𝙈𝙀𝙍 I do not own Mha, nor the characters! I only own the plot and the oc :)

A strip club bar tender (y/n) gets wrapped up in a new and thrilling relationship with rising villain Dabi. I wanna preface this by saying this is based before Dabi joined the league and all the shit that takes place in the MHA manga/show HOWEVER there is some manga spoilers. I labeled them in the story so do with that as you will (this short story randomly came to my mind while i was cleaning my room so bare with me if it's a bit shit or all over the place or has mad grammar mistakes.) I do not own Dabi/nor any art used in my fic. Warnings: mature, language, brief mention of sexual assault (doesn't go into detail just mentions it.). shit that alludes to sex and a little spice at the end. enjoy b ;)

"I like this position." Dabi says smirking. I roll my eyes pushing the knife closer to his neck. "Do you really want to try the person who is holding your life in their hands?" I say annoyed as always. "Well, I know you are a hero." he says continuing his conversation before. Well duh. Everyone knows I'm a hero. "I also know you kill people." Silence. The same thick piercing silence from when you were playing that game in the basement. "I don't kill people." I say in a waving tone. How does he even know that. "Lionel Kinner." Dabi states. I didn't know what to say. Before I could even react Dabi flipped us over putting me underneath him with him pushing my own hand, with the knife, against my neck. His hand was holding my wrist tightly as he put my other hand above my head. "I like this position more." Dabi says with a smirk. My mind is racing too much is happening. I can't process all of this at once. How did he know about Lionel, and how can I get out of here?