#dabi oneshot

[seneon]

hello :3 for the "kiss me until my lips fall off" fanfic, can i request that you make a whole oneshot on the zipping dress part? no. 4 of the post. make it fluff and suggestive hehe. take your time and ty in advance!!

SILKY RIBBONS ──── touya todoroki × fem! reader.

about. he's the man you will always find to zip and tie every of your dresses. quirkless! au. very romantic. wc of 700+

notes. for @rueclfer ♡ this is liek one of my fav requests to write ever. apart of kiss me until my lips fall off.

no matter how formal or informal the occasion, you always wear dresses without fail. especially the silken backless ones with hundreds of strings and ribbons to tie.

with those endless loops that needed to be tied behind you, of course your fingers alone aren't enough for the knots. so you will always find one man and one man alone to lend a helping hand.

today was no different than the other times. there's a party hosted by your friends that you must attend. you're all dolled up beautifully, and as usual, you couldn't do everything by yourself.

you came into the living room where your boyfriend touya is sunken in the soft couch, endlessly scrolling through his phone. his eyes left the screen upon hearing your door knob twist and you walked out.

touya could feel the corner of his lips turning into a tiny smirk at the sight of you in your new black dress that serves as a gift for you from touya himself. he knew you fancied dresses of these kind, and he simply felt the need to get you more and more of them just to see them embrace you.

the instagram reel he was watching kept playing softly in the background as he admired you from head to toe. touya is lying if he tells you his gaze wasn't exactly just the gaze of admiration. it had a hint of leering in them. his turquoise eyes just couldn't leave you in that pretty dress he has gotten for you.

“need help with the ribbons, baby?” the man finally turned his phone off, lightly tossing it aside before he properly sits on the couch as you hummed in response and turned your back to him.

“this dress is so pretty,” you said as you felt his hands resting on your hips, pulling you closer so you now stand between his legs.

“i knew you'd love it. i have immaculate taste, it seems,” his fingers moved to take hold of the ribbons on each side.

touya already knows how all these ribbons, strings and zips work from the amount of times he has to help you with your finishing touches for each different night.

“touya, you know i love every dress you buy for me, right?”

“mhm.”

“why are they all expensive and backless?”

your question elicited a chuckle from your boyfriend before he tightens the first ribbon of your dress. his fingers wrapped around the second ribbon, playing with it a little bit to feel the luxury that drips along the black silk.

“can’t ever go wrong with spoiling my pretty girl, can i?” he ceases the ribbon grazes before lining them out neatly. his fingers are full of perfected skills as usual— working so swiftly to tie the straps that ran across your back into perfect ribbons.

“besides… you look absolutely gorgeous in backless dresses. it's a shame you don't wear them only for me.”

as he uttered those words out, you felt touya pressing his lips on your bare back just below the second ribbon which he already finished tying. his palms held your hip in place before he continued to pepper kisses onto your lower back where the last round of straps hang loose, ready to be tied.

“touya, you're gonna make me late,” you whispered softly, delving in the way his lips were so gentle yet they mean so much more than he portrays.

your words put a pause to his kissing as he pulled away with a sigh, his breath fanned over the skin of your back.

“just wanna appreciate you in this…” touya murmured under his breath and finally decided to tie the last ribbon before his hands spun you around to face him.

“all done baby,” his arms moved to wrap your hips, his eyes gazing right into your own. “you’re so fucking pretty..”

a smile surfaced across your lips as you looked down at him who held onto you like a child. your fingers moved to cup touya's cheeks, thumb immediately moving to caress them in cloud-like touch.

“thank you, my love.”

in response to that, the man simply kissed your stomach, standing up to capture your lips in a kiss. however, he knew you already did your makeup, so he did not indulge in the kiss as much as he wanted to, for touya knew he wouldn't stop the moment he started.

“i’ll pick you up once you're done partying, yeah? have fun there. and.. i’ll be the one who undresses you tonight since i’m the one who got you this dress.”

every ribbons has to come undone, including your own ribbon that touya just simply knows how to untie.

© SENEON 2024 ♱ do not repost, alter, or translate.

[lilacgaby]

CAN I REQUEST A TOUYA FIC IN WHICH HE'S RLY RLY INSECURE AND THEN FINALLY HE CRIES ONE DAY (he has damaged tear glands, remember) AND BLEEDS HIS EYES OUT WHILE CONFESSING THAT HE LIKES US AND HE ACTS LIKE HE HATES US SO THAT WE CAN BE WITH SOMEONE BETTER.

title: better 4 u

pairing: reversecomfort!touya x reader

summary: touya didn't deserve you, he knew there was someone out there better for you.

note: touya makes me so sad :(( like why was he doomed from childhood

as he stared at his scarred face in the mirror, eyeing the roses and chocolates he'd picked out for you, he felt disgusted. he didn't even know how you stood to exist near him, he hated the sight of himself as he passed by puddles, hated the burning on his skin in the rain, even sun would cause him discomfort.

how could you love him if he could barely love himself?

he threw the roses and gift for you on the ground, gripping his head in anger. the sudden noise made you rush to his room and knock on the door.

at the lack of an answer, you still walked in, confused at the items on the ground. "..touya? you okay?"

as he looked at you, he felt small again. he felt judged and he hated it. "go away." he grunted, not looking over at you.

he felt the tears start to accumulate in his eyes, curse his sensitive nature. but you didn't leave, you never seemed to, you walked closer to him and held his hand. his scarred hand stained with blood that would never wash off.

"what's wrong?" how dare you? how dare you make him burst into tears, the blood staining his face and dripping onto the floor as he resisted the urge to start wailing.

his body wracked with sobs as you hugged him close to you. why did you even bother? he was a broken mess.

you led him to sit on his bed, you beside him soothing him, you hadn't said a word yet, waiting for him to speak first. and if he didn't? you wouldn't push it. you never did.

"did something happen?" you asked, rubbing his arm and dabbing at his tears softly.

he shook his head, not trusting his voice right now.

"is it about someone?" he nodded.

"is it about.. me?" his breath hitched and you knew you were right. you brought him closer to you, confused on how you'd upset him.

"yes." he finally said under his breath. "why.. why do you even help me? why are you even with me right now? you could so much better."

you tilted his head up to yours and planted a peck on his lips. "touya, you are the best for me. i love you, not anyone else. don't think that about yourself."

he sniffled, and suddenly felt a wave of embarrassment wash over him.

he didn't feel worthy of your love, but he'd accept it anyway.

"were those flowers on the ground meant for me?"

"...yes."

he knew you loved him in the way you still took care of those wilted flowers and accepted the chocolates that hadn't been on the ground.

he knew you loved him as you held him to sleep and soothed the burning in his skin,

but you set his soul aflame, and he'd love you for that.

[dabisbratz]

ᥫ᭡ — PUSH IT FOR THE PLEASURE

dabi | touya todoroki x male reader (drabble)

w.c: 0.4k

WARNING: impact play, face-slapping, boot-humping, degradation, dirty talk, slight choking, daddy kink (title used 1 time), slight objectification

a/n: not my most confident work.. but it’s kinda hard to put all my scrambled thoughts abt this into words):<

Dabi loves boys like you, mindbroken and dumb enough to grind against his boot with shameless, pathetic excuses you call hip rolls. He loves the area of skin where thigh meets hip, the swell of your thighs pooling there with every to and fro movement, smearing your juices across the leather of his stolen platforms. He likes the obvious dynamic between the two of you, your pretty body naked and vulnerable as he remains clothed, holding onto your neck with warm palms and fingers.

Dabi loves watching your lips part, shiny and swollen from sucking his dick, like they’re meant to, small huffs of air floating around until it’s indistinguishable, mixed with the wet squelch from between your thighs. Always so smart, quick to correct him when you can, even if you both know you’re wrong. His lips split into a sick grin, staples pulling at his milky skin until it hurts, all sharp teeth and predatory gazes. You’ve always looked better like this, teary eyed and bruised.

“Do something for me, sugar. Show Daddy his favorite hole. Hold it open for me.”

Dabi loves making you hook your fingers into your mouth, fingertips pressed into the silky, smooth surface of the insides of your cheeks. He makes you pull your mouth open, tongue ejected and glistening with your drool as he stares down your throat, cooing when you blink up at him for approval.

“Maybe I should just finger your mouth. Just as wet and messy as your hole, isn’t it? Think it’ll squeeze around me too?”

Dabi loves ignoring you, opting for a harsh tap against your warm cheek. He holds you still, save for your hips, keeps your head steady so you don’t get whiplash. He starts off gentle, a large thumb caressing your cheekbone until it’s pulled away, just to return with a loud smack! and a resounding burn. You look pretty like this, his pretty boy, bracing for impact just a few seconds too late. He chuckles at your gasps, voice raspy and hushed as he rubs the attacked area.

“Aw, does it hurt? Yeah? Then why're you grinding harder?”

Dabi loves pushing you around, grabbing you by the hair to reposition your face against his bulge, pressing your face impossibly close to the protrusion, suffocating you until all you can breathe in is him. His staples catch strays of your hair, but you don’t mind, his hand reaching up to pat your head in approval. The feeling of your face, damp with tears, pressed against his clothed dick as you whine has him reeling, puffs of smoke slipping through his teeth as he sharply exhales.

“Can take—”

“Hush, boy. I know what you can take.”

[imagineanime2022]

MHA Characters W/ Teen Reader (Platonic)

Dabi X Reader, Keigo Takami X Reader, Tomura Shigaraki X Reader, Kai Chisaki X Reader

Requested: Anon

Request: Heyy, so I was wondering if you could do a teen! Reader with Dabi, Keigo Tomura, and Overhaul platonic, who kind of got taken in by them after being kicked out of the house and now see them as father figures? Tyy

Warning: Neglect, Homelessness, Abuse (emotional mostly), Kidnapping, Stockholm Syndrome???

*Part 2*

Dabi

🔥 The first time that Dabi saw you, you were left at the park because your parents had forgotten you, he remembered watching as you looked around helplessly, you were 5 at the time, eventually they realised and came back for you. 🔥 The second time he saw you, you were sitting on your own while your parents fawned over your younger sibling, cooing and asking them to show off their quirk, that was the first time that Dabi spoke to you. 🔥 The third time he saw you, you were actually looking for him, your parents again had left you to your own devices, they didn’t notice when you wandered over to the skate park attached and found him loitering in the corner, where you spent the whole time. 🔥 The time that you finally decided to go with Dabi, he had offered a few times, telling you that your parents were never going to appreciate you the way that you wanted and you were better off forgetting them, but you finally took him up on the offer when they told you that you were never going to be anything them considering your weak quirk. 🔥 Dabi doesn’t actually know what it was that possessed him to take in a child, maybe it was what your parents said, maybe it was the quirk you had or maybe it was just that you reminded him of himself and decided to give you a chance. 🔥 Your quirk allowed you to put things in a pocket dimension that only you could access, you unfortunately could only extend that to inanimate objects which was why your parents thought that it was useless, however people became inanimate after they had stopped breathing. 🔥 Dabi at first thought that he’d be over it in a couple of months but the more that he taught and the more time that you spent together, he found it harder and harder to walk away from you. 🔥 You hide a number of weapons in your dimension, as well as anything that you stole, cherished or straight up just didn’t want to carry. 🔥 Dabi never said anything but he definitely kept an eye on you when you interacted with anyone that he didn’t trust. 🔥 “Kid, be more careful, I know that you can take care of yourself but no one around here is worth the trouble that would cause.”

Keigo Takami

🪶 Keigo found you on a rescue mission, they had actually come looking for all of your family but you were the only one that arrived in time to save. 🪶 He assumed that they wanted to sell you given the fact that your quirk mirrored the abilities of a Gorgon, one look and you could turn someone to stone, when he got there he attempted to take the blindfold and you fought him before telling him that he couldn’t he’d be a statue. 🪶 After taking you back, the doctors and nurses quickly found that you wouldn’t talk to anyone and as a last ditch effort they brought Hawks back in. 🪶 Turns out that given the fact that he was the one that saved you, he was the only one that you trusted enough to talk to. The commission decided that you would live with him until they felt that you were ready to re-enter society (become the same type of hero he was). 🪶 On your first birthday with him, he got someone to make you a pair of glasses that allowed you to see the world without turning people to stone, he had honestly never been so happy. 🪶 He remembered at the end of the day he asked what your favourite colour was and you told him it was the red of his wings. 🪶 He took you shopping for the first time and if you get easily overwhelmed then you might fight that his earphones end up over your ears to help you filter out unnecessary noise while you chose some new clothes. 🪶 Given the fact that some hawks eat snakes, his more animal instincts weren’t all for the idea of you having a pet snake but given the fact that your quirk gave you an affinity for them he found a way to get over it. 🪶 He remembers the day that you became more like father and child, he came home completely exhausted but tried to keep smiling and you reminded him of something that he said to you. 🪶 “Sometimes it’s braver to not be okay, kid, I save you every time.”

Tomura Shigaraki

🤚 Neither of you really know how it happened given the fact that Shigaraki usually kills everything without a second thought, he recognises that he probably should when you wander into the bar. 🤚 The first thing he asked was where your parents were and your answer ade his blood boil. They had thrown you out because your quirk manifested and they really weren’t a fan. 🤚 That was when he asked what your quirk was and you asked him for something that he didn’t care about being broken, you then showed him your quirk molecular combustion, much like him you had a deadly touch. 🤚 At first it was agreed that you would be a good asset and that was the end of it, however as you grew up with him he became more attached. 🤚 You make him realise how messy he is, when he walks around complaining about something only for you and Kurogiri to tell him that he was the one that was responsible. 🤚 Teaches you how to fight and defend yourself as well as controlling your quirk and by the time that you were 15 you were his most trusted ally, if only because he had basically raised you himself. 🤚 You are literally the only person that is allowed to touch him and considering both your quirks it confuses everyone that knows you. 🤚 If you want to go back and make your parents pay for the way that they treated you, he won’t stop you in most cases he’d probably encourage the behaviour. 🤚 You guys are very rarely apart, he didn’t actually like having you out of his sight, you’ve been around for 10 years and even suggesting that you could go undercover triggers him, because you aren’t disposable. 🤚 “You're worth more than the moves you make, you're an SSR character.”

Kai Chisaki

💉 Kai had no intention of having a child anywhere near him, but you were worth it considering his particular ailment. 💉 When he first met you, you were only young, your quirk having just manifested, he saw you on the street as you walked over to a man, seemingly homeless and very ill, you looked over him for a second before closing your fist and opening it again to pass over a pill, the man was better in seconds. 💉 When Kai came over he crouched in front of you, you twisted your head looking at him for a second before putting your hand out another pill in your hand. 💉 Despite the fact that you were 5 you seemed unable to talk but you understood him he asked about your parents and you shook your head. 💉 Kai figured that you were intriguing enough that he would deal with the consequences if this turned out to be more of a kidnapping. 💉 Kai liked having you around. You told him if he should avoid something and even knew that he didn’t like being touched. He found that your quirk allowed you to see and then decelerate or accelerate an illness. 💉 If he wanted something from someone he could change their body to create an illness that you could manipulate the illness 90% of the time guaranteeing your success. 💉 He’d never outwardly tell you that he liked having you around or that he thought of you as one of his own, instead he would protect you, defend you and make sure that you are provided for. 💉 Definitely taught you basic academics and when you showed an interest in medicine (surprise surprise) he was more than happy to teach you. 💉 “Well done, you're not completely useless.”

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[shigarakisdumbwhore]

League of Villains in A Relationship with You

sooo this Wednesday I'm posting a LOV headcannon featuring Shigaraki, Dabi, Toga, Spinner, Twice, and Mr. Compress. here's a little sneak peak 👀

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Shigaraki

I hate everyone but you trope

possessive

affectionate in a nonchalant way

Dabi

very clingy but acts like he's not

denies anything about being jealous or clingy of you though

is very afraid of losing you

is pretty insecure behind the scenes

Twice

very affectionate with words

makes sure to remind you all the time that he loves you A LOT

cute little notes and gifts left behind for you to find

[mika-writes-fanfics]

Dabi x reader with chronic pain

Tags/Warnings: chronic pain, slight angst with comfort, fluff, soft Dabi, established relationship

Author's note: Having a bad pain day and I was thinking about what Dabi would do seeing the one he loves in pain.

Word count: ~650

It’s kind of embarrassing, truthfully, how something so small can piss you off today. It’s not even a big deal, more like an insignificant annoyance in the grand scheme of things. Still, you find yourself groaning in agitation. All the minor inconveniences you experience every day just seem so overwhelming right now, with the constant background pain that seems to be ramping up as time passes on. 

“What’s got you in such a sour mood, Princess?” Dabi teases with his usual cocky smirk. You turn around to face him, finding him in the window of your bedroom. You’re a bit surprised to see him. Not that he doesn’t usually enter your home through the fire escape, but because you weren’t expecting him. Especially not on a day like this. 

Unlike most other times, where you either respond to his playful jabs with one of your own, or instead vent it all out with passionate ranting, your expression communicates a sort of exhaustion he’s not used to seeing on you. You don’t seem sluggish from a lack of sleep, rather, it’s as if you’re out of energy to deal with anything. You’re tired from the demands placed on you, your pain eating away at any mental energy you have left. His face falls upon realizing something is genuinely wrong. He knows he can be an ass sometimes, but seeing you look so despondant has him regretting his choice of words. 

“Sorry, I’m just… in a lot more pain that usual today,” you force out. The tone of your voice makes it clear just how much this is weighing on you. Putting up a cheerful facade is too much to bear. You’ve mention in passing how you have chronic pain. It always follows you, remaining as a cemented constant. You’ve made it a point to not bring it up much. Knowing what Dabi experienced just made you view your discomfort as something so miniscule, something not deserving of concern. So you’ve always tried to hide it. It’s worked in the past, and conveniently, he seems to be busy in the times that your pain ramps up. Today is the first times he’s really been around for days like this. “I don’t want to bum you out so if you wanna leave, I understand-”

“No,” he denies, cutting you off. He knows what its like, to be constantly haunted by life’s cruelty. The scars on his skin tell his story whenever he has the misfortune of seeing them, whereas your aches shouts your story. You both carry unavoidable mementos of pain. You’ve done more than you think in bearing his pain. You’ve listened to his recounts of his past, patched him up when he’s come home to you after a mission gone south, and unknowingly held onto him when his thoughts were darkest. He wants to return the favor, in any way he can. “I’m not going anywhere.” He climbs down from the spot on the widow sill and closes the window behind him. He kicks off his boots and lays on your bed, gesturing for you to lay with him by opening his arms. 

You sigh, before saying in a tired and stressed voice, “I can’t Dabi, I gotta clean and then-”

“I’ll take care of it later, c’mere,” he urges. You don’t have the energy to fight him, so you acquiesce. Not to mention, you’ve been dying to just lie in your bed. Dabi being in it is a added benefit you don’t want to pass up. You curl up to his side and rest your head upon his chest. “Where are you hurting?”

You point to the area. In a rare moment of softness from him, he gently traces over the aching part of your body. It’s not a cure for your pain by any means, but the gentle touches both give you something else to focus on and melts your frozen heart. “Thank you,” you meekly whisper and nuzzle closer against him.

“Don’t mention it,” he replies. “Anything for you.”

[asirensrage]

“IF THEY TOUCH YOU, ILL KILL THEM. ITS THAT SIMPLE.” FOR MY ANGEL BABY BOY DABI.

OKAY! Um...fair warning, I've only written like him having one convo so far with Sayuri in her fic. This was much longer ahahah. I don't think he is, but if he's out of character, I'm sorry lol.

Rating: Mature

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Pairing: Dabi x Unnamed/Undescribed Female OC

Warnings: Violence. Arson. Stalking. Attempted murder. Threats. Obsession. Dark!fic. Unbeta'd

Notes: My first real foray into writing Dabi. At least one that I'm sharing for now lol. Please let me know what you think! I listened to Gorgeous Nightmare by Escape the Fate while I wrote this. Also, I wrote this tonight and posted it after reading it over like...once or twice. So...fair warning I guess. HEED THE WARNINGS.

It happened fast. 

One moment she was buying a coffee, half dreading the night shift that awaited her at the city call centre, and the next…the windows shattered and she was being shoved back behind a counter praying that whoever was fighting wasn’t going to take down the building she was in. 

The staff were hunkered down, looking unimpressed and resigned to the fate that awaited them. She peeked over the counter, hearing laughter and feeling the heat as flames seemed to flash down the street in front of them. She paused there for a moment before she shook her head. “Nope, we have to get out of here.” She looked over at the staff, “Is there a back exit? Even if they don’t knock the place down, it’s already starting to catch on fire. Let’s go.” 

She doesn’t get far. 

She’s not a hero, but most of the staff in the place with her are teens and the manager is nowhere in sight so she makes sure they get out first. “Just go home,” she tells them. “No point in staying here.” 

They don’t need to be told twice. Still, that leaves her in an alley alone as she tries to figure out how she’s going to get home. The way she usually takes is blocked by whatever is going on. She briefly considers trying to get to the roof and see if she can jump enough of them to get her some space from the fighting. 

The ground shakes and she looks towards the street. A figure in black walks into her view, she can’t make out what he says, but his voice is a bit rough and he sounds like he’s having a good time despite the destruction. He looks down the alley. Her gaze meets his. It’s enough of a warning that she takes her chance with the roof. Her quirk makes her just fast enough to avoid the blue fire that comes barrelling towards her. She doesn’t stick around to find out what happens next. 

Being an operator in City Services pays well, but it’s not uncommon for people to call and act like it’s a sex hotline. Especially on the night shift. She’s had a lot of strange people over the year that she’s been here and while some are automatically flagged and blocked, some get through. It’s usually not too bad, people are just lonely. Mostly the elderly. 

“Thank you for calling, how can I direct your call?”

There’s a moment of silence but occasionally there are lags in the connection so she waits. 

“Yeah,” the voice says. It doesn’t sound elderly but it is a male voice and she distracts herself slightly by playing her usual game of trying to guess what they’re calling about. “There’s a villain attack. Someone set a fire.” 

“What area are you calling from?” She pulls up the list of contacts for emergency services and heroes. 

More silence. “You really want to know?”

She frowns slightly. “I need to know the area of concern so I can connect you to the right people.” 

“And if I want to talk to you?” 

She sighs. “Sir, if you have the time to flirt, then it’s not an emergency and I can direct your call to a sex line instead.” 

He laughs at that. It’s weirdly familiar and the hair on the back of her neck prickles at the sound. “North of the river. If they hurry, they’ll see it.” 

It’s not a lot of information, but unless someone is complaining about a neighbour or a pothole, she doesn’t usually get a lot. She sends the request through, hoping that emergency services will have received more calls to pinpoint the location. “Sir, next time there’s an emergency, call the emergency line, okay?”

“Is this not?”

“No, this is the City Services.”

“And if I’m in need of a service?” 

She’s heard that line before. “Goodbye, sir.” She redirects the call to the nearest sex hotline and closes it. She sighs and tries to crack her back as she stretches. “Got my first sex call of the night,” she says, leaning to look at her coworker. 

“Already?”

She shrugs. “Maybe it’s a full moon.” 

He keeps calling. 

Sometimes it’s to tell her of a fire, sometimes it’s something as innocuous as a broken window or streetlamp. She’s not entirely sure why he keeps calling and she’s starting to suspect that he’s causing some of the issues he calls about. She still can’t place why he sounds familiar but she ignores it. Until her coworker tells her that he’s on hold. For her. 

“Why can’t you take the call?”

“He refuses,” her coworker says. “Only wants to talk to you.” 

That’s a bad sign. The two of them share a look. “I’ll tell security,” they say before placing themselves on standby and leaving their desk.

 It’s just her and the red flashing light signalling a call on hold. She adjusts her headset, takes a deep breath and tries to squash her nerves down before pressing it. 

“City Services, how can I direct your call?”

 “There you are,” his voice sounds in her ears. “You hiding from me?”

“Sir, I already told you, this is dispatch. If you want the sex line, you should know the number by now.” 

“I know who I’m calling.” Fear sits heavy in her stomach at his words. He means the number. That’s all. 

“Any one of my colleagues can help you. What’s the matter now?” 

“Don’t want to talk to them, I want to talk to you.” 

She bites back the desire to ask why. “Are you destroying more property?”

“What makes you think it’s me?” She can hear the grin in his voice. 

“A wild guess,” she says dryly. “If you have nothing to report, this conversation is done.”  

“I have something to report,” he cuts in. “You’ll want to hear it.” He pauses and she waits for him to continue. When he doesn’t say anything, she rolls her eyes and starts trying to connect the call to emergency services so they can trace it. “That coffee shop you like to go to is on fire. Or it will be. Want to stop it?”

Her heart stops. “What?” 

“Don’t you want to play hero?” 

She hangs up. As soon as she does, she knows it was a bad idea. They can’t trace anything but the call is recorded and she sends off a warning to the closest hero agency and emergency services. Her coworker arrives with security in tow. They stop at the sight of her. 

“Are you okay? What happened?” 

“I think…” she swallows tightly. “We have a problem.” 

She’s put on leave. 

The coffee shop is destroyed and she knows it’s because she hung up on him. City Services sent her with paid time off, compensation for the fact that she’s accumulated a stalker because of the job. It leaves her with far too much time on her hands. Too much time to think about how it all happened. 

She’s nothing special. She doesn’t have a fancy or expressive quirk. Her voice isn’t cute. She works at a glorified call centre. There’s no real reason for some delinquent to want to follow her. It leaves her unsettled, even in her curiosity. 

Nothing happens for a week and then two. It eases the tension and the fact that she’s started searching for a new job helps. She doesn’t think she wants to go back to City Services, no matter how well it pays. 

When she puts in her notice, her friends drag her out to celebrate. She doesn’t know what the man who called her looks like and despite the fact that she hasn’t heard anything in weeks, she can’t help but look at the men in the bar. Her friends stay at her side until the night continues, the drinks keep flowing and eventually, she finds herself at the bar alone as her friends dance. 

She considers going home but before she can signal to her friends that she’s leaving, someone appears next to her. She stiffens as they lean close. 

“You’re beautiful, you know that?” Something relaxes at the sound of his voice. It’s higher than the man who would call her. 

“Sure,” she says. “Excuse me.” She moves to walk away and a hand grabs her wrist. 

“I gave you a compliment.” 

“And?” She frowns. “Let go of me.” 

“We’re just talking.”

A hand grabs his wrist and she can see it tighten and smoke. “She said let go.” The man screams, yanking his hand back and looking at the newcomer in fear. He scrambled backward, knocking others over as he runs. 

She looks at the man. His hair is dark and she can make out the scars on his face. She’s not sure if he’s covered in piercings that glint in the light or if it’s something else. He grins as her eyes meet his. 

“Thanks,” she says. 

“You’re welcome, princess.” He leans in towards her. “Missed me?” 

Her stomach drops. “No,” she shakes her head, taking a step back. 

He grabs her hand before she can retreat. “Come on, I’m being nice. You want me to be mean instead?” He holds up his other hand. Blue flames flicker on his fingers and she’s suddenly pulled back to that coffee shop and alleyway. He nearly killed her. 

“What–”

He doesn’t give her a chance to continue, turning for the door and pulling her to follow. She glances back at her friends. One of them notices and grabs the other but she waves them back. She knows the destruction he’s capable of. She won’t have them be a casualty.

They stop when they’re finally outside and he ushers her into the alley next to the bar. It’s not exactly clean but she’s more concerned with the man who moves her until her back is against the wall. His hand is still on her wrist but his other one cups her jaw, thumb brushing against her cheek. 

“Why are you doing this?” 

His eyes meet hers and for a moment she’s surprised at how blue they are, even in the dark. They weren’t piercings. There were staples on the border of clear skin and scar tissue. She could see it now. “I was always going to find you,” he tells her. “It was inevitable since the alley.”

“You almost killed me,” she shoves him back. 

He grins. “Any slower and I would have. There’s not many who can outrun my fire.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t torch the innocent,” she snarls back. His grip tightens before his lips are suddenly on hers. It’s unlike any other kiss she’s had. The difference in texture between his lips is all she can focus on until he bites at her bottom lip. He takes advantage of her gasp and deepens the kiss. It’s hard and demanding and all she can think about. His hand leaves her wrist, curling around her back to press her closer to him. 

“Fucking love that attitude,” he mutters against her lips. She’s not sure if she was supposed to hear it. He kisses her again. 

She breaks it, pulling her mouth from his. He doesn’t stop, laying kisses against her cheek and her throat before they turn into his teeth dragging against her skin before he sucks a mark into it. 

“Wait,” she says, trying to push him off. He complies, just enough to look at her. His body is still pressing hers against the wall. “I don’t understand. Why are you stalking me?”

He looks at her from under the hair that falls in his eyes. “Because you’re mine,” he says with complete confidence. It’s enough to remind her that the man in front of her is insane, no matter how well he kisses. 

She shakes her head. “No, that’s not…you can’t just decide that.”

“You still haven’t realized it, have you?”

“What?”

“I’m a villain, princess.” He bends his head, lips brushing against her cheek. She wonders if he can hear the way her heart feels like it’s going to beat out of her chest. “I get what I want.” 

“Is that what you did in there?” she asks, nodding back the way they came. “With the guy.” Heat flares around them and disappears just as quickly. 

“I was making a point.” 

“Yeah? What point is that?”

“A warning sign to everyone else. If they touch you, I’ll kill them. It’s that simple.” 

He will too. He could have killed her in an alleyway and she was a bystander. It’s not like he isn’t completely focused on achieving what he wants. She learned that from how he found her at her work, how he kept calling to talk to her until she left. He must have known. Otherwise, why would he be here tonight? 

“What…what does that mean for me?” 

“Princess, we’re forever. I’m taking you with me.” He kisses her again, it’s almost chaste in comparison to the previous ones. “Don’t worry, I can make it worth your while.”

“I don’t get a choice?”

“Sure,” he shrugs and steps back. “You can have a choice. You can leave, go back to your friends and your empty life or you can come with me.” He presses a hand against the wall near her head. “Might not like what happens after though if you go.” Flames dance from his hand against the brick. “I’ll have to find a way to entertain myself.”

Her eyes narrow. “That’s not a choice.”

“It is, just not a fair one. Not to you.” He points at himself with his free hand. “Villain, remember?” He grins at her and pulls his hand away from the wall. “So what’s it gonna be?” 

There isn’t a choice. Not one that doesn’t end in destruction and mass casualties… Fine.  “I’ll go with you.” 

He grins at her like he already knows what she’s thinking. “Smart choice.” He throws an arm over her shoulders and leads her out of the alley. 

She can play this game if she has to. At least long enough to get him away from the city. Afterwards, well…he’s already admitted she’s faster than he expected. She’ll see if he’ll be able to keep up. She doubts it. 

prompt from Obsession Prompts

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[lilchibi-chan]

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥

Dabi x Black Fem! Reader one shot

𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖦𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖫𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖦𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖠𝖽𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝖳𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖥𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺 & 𝖢𝖺𝗄𝖾. 𝖨 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗅𝗒𝗋𝗂𝖼 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖨’𝗆 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝖻𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖾𝗆𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖣𝖺𝖻𝗂. 𝖨𝖽𝗄 𝗂𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖨’𝗆 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒. 𝖨 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝖨’𝗆 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗅 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾’𝗌 𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗌, 𝖨 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗈𝗉𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝖽, 𝗌𝗈 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝖨’𝗆 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗂𝖿 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝖽𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌. 18+ 𝖺𝗎𝖽𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒

Contains: dominant dabi, attitude/talking back, teasing from reader and Dabi, slight choking, spanking,praising and cuddles

You and Dabi have a very flirtatious relationship. Always teasing each other, purposely doing something that would get on the other ones nerves or make them jealous, not in a bad way, but just enough to make the other person a little uncomfortable.

It’s been a while since you’ve actually teased him and made him jealous, so today you decided to be a little bit of an asshole.

You two were gonna be heading into the city to do some shopping, so you decide to dress cute and wear a lacy, black corset top with a pleated mini skirt. You pull out an oversized zip-up hoodie and some platform boots.

You leave your hair down, natural curls draping your shoulders.

You wake Dabi up and tell him to get in the shower, so that you can head out.

After he gets out, you decide to head towards the bathroom and open the door. He has a towel wrapped lowly around his waist, his hair is wet and wavy.

You eye him up and down and he watches your lust filled eyes as they scan his body.

“Like what you see, little one,” he asks

You walk over to him slowly and close the distance between you both. Your lips now barely touching.

“Depends,” you start,“is there something to look at”

You move your face away from him and start to walk away.

Then, you remember that the perfume that Dabi loves the scent of is in the bathroom. You turn around and open the medicine cabinet, reaching for the perfume.

You spray your wrists, neck, behind your knees and over your hair. As you’re about to put it away, you fumble the cap of it and it ends up on the floor in front of him.

You bend down facing him, then come up slow, your body slightly caressing his. You put the cap on the perfume and put it back in it’s original place. After this, you leave the bathroom and Dabi watches after you not sure what to think of what just happened.

You walk away feeling proud of yourself and wonder how far you can take it while out in public.

You finally make it to the mall and you decide you wanna go to forever 21 first just to see what they have. Sometimes it’s a hit and sometimes it’s a miss, but you still like to see what’s inside.

You found a couple of pleated skirts that you liked and some shirts with short puffy sleeves that you can wear on or off the shoulder, as well as some spring/summer dresses.

“I wanna go try these on,” you tell him

“Okay, I’ll wait outside. Come over when you’re finished,” he says starting to walk away

“Dabiiiii, come with me,” you say pouting and staring at him with pleading eyes

“You’re not gonna stop until I go with you, are you,” he says

“No,” you say still pouting

He rolls his eyes and gives into you

Although, he acts like he’s annoyed, you’re very important to him and he knows he’s not the best choice, but you still choose him over anyone else. He doesn’t want to mess anything up between you two, so he tries his best to keep you happy. It’s in his own way, but he still tries.

You head into the dressing room and start getting ready to try on the clothes, when a thought crosses your mind.

You picked up a silk slip dress that has a low back.

You take the dress off of the hanger and slip it on.

Dabi was sitting on the bench outside of your dressing room and you knew this would get a reaction out of him.

“Babe, I’m ready to show you the first outfit,” you say, then open the door of the dressing room

He looks up and sees your dress and you notice a glint in his eye.

You stand there biting your lip

“What do you think,” you ask flirtatiously

He stands up and walks over to where you’re standing and looks down at you. He smirks.

“And where are you wearing this little number,��he asks, cupping your face in his hand

“Wherever I feel like,” you retort

“Mm” is all he says

He caresses your spine with a few fingers and slowly moves closer to your bum.

“Something wrong baby,” you ask smirking

“Not at all, darling” he says

He notices a guy, that was also there with his girlfriend, staring at you. Looking you up and down.

He walks over and grabs the guy by his shirt.

“If you wanna keep your eyes, I suggest you stop looking at my girl,” he says, his hand aflame

“Babe, stop. You’re gonna get us kicked out,” you say worried

He looks at you, then back to the guy. He throws him back on the bench and you go gather your stuff from the fitting room and get dressed.

You pay for your items and leave the store.

“You didn’t have to do that,” you say with a slight attitude

“He was asking for it,” Dabi says nonchalantly

“So what? You’re gonna do that to every guy that stares at me,” you ask

He stays quiet and smirks.

“Dabi sometimes-ugh,” you say and start walking ahead

He does a small run and catches up to you. He softly grasps your hand.

“I’m sorry, baby. I’ll try to be better,” he says sincerely

He pulls you close to him and kisses your forehead. He moves down to your lips and kisses you slow and passionately. He slips his tongue to your bottom lip to gain entrance to your mouth. You make out for a couple seconds and then pull away.

“That’s all you get,” you say

He stands there, taken aback

“Wha-why,” he says

“Punishment for what you did,” you say then turn and walk away

You don’t hear footsteps behind you.

“C’mon I’m hungry,” you say, still not facing him

When you make it to a restaurant and get greeted by the host. You get seated immediately at a corner table.

“Hey folks, how are we doing today,” the waiter says

“Good,” you say with a smile

“Yeah, fine,” Dabi says, already slightly annoyed

You notice the waiter’s eyes keep coming back to you in a flirtatious manner and decide you want to have a bit more fun.

“Here are your menus,” he says, handing Dabi his first and then handing you yours, making sure your hands brushed

“I’ll give you both some time to decide,” the waiter says, then walks away

You can feel Dabi’s eyes on you, but decide to ignore him.

“Did you decide what you’re gonna get,” he asks coolly

“Yeah, I’ll call the waiter back over,” you say

You put a hand up catching his attention.

“You ready to order gorgeous,” he asks with a flirty smile

“Yeah,” you say, leaning forward and crossing your arms under your chest and propping them up on the table

“Y’know, I actually couldn’t decide on a drink, so what do you recommend,” you say, then put a hand to your neck

He leans down and gets closer to you.

Dabi leans back in his chair and stretches his legs, then cocks his head to the side and rests it on his hand.

You can tell he’s getting annoyed and it doesn’t help that you can feel the heat radiating from his body, but you can tell he’s trying to keep it inside.

Your waiter stands back up straight and turns his attention to Dabi.

“And for you sir,” he says

“Don’t worry about me. Just make sure she gets whatever she wants,” Dabi says

He leaves the table and puts in your order.

Your food and drink come out a couple of minutes later.

“You want some babe? You haven’t eaten all day,” you ask in your sweetest voice

“No little one, I’m okay. You eat,” he says calmly

“O-okay,” you say

You finish your food and head home. On the way there you try to make conversation with Dabi, but he’s only been giving you one word answers or noises as answers. You start to feel bad and think you went a bit overboard with the teasing.

You unlock the door to the apartment and enter, Dabi right behind you. You turn and lock the door.

When you turn back around, Dabi has a fire and hunger in his eyes. This is the moment you knew…you fucked up.

He puts a hand around your neck and pushes you against the door. He squeezes softly and leans down to your ear.

“Good little girl…always picking a fight with me,” he growls

He lifts you up against the door by your legs in a swift motion. He slips a hand under your skirt and goes between your legs to where your panties are covering you. He slips two fingers under the fabric, holds it in his hand and rips it.

A gasp escapes your lips.

“Those were my favorite,” you say a little sad

He lets out a low chuckle

“You really think I give a fuck about that right now,” he says,“You’re gonna learn what happens when you push me to the extent that you did today”

He carries you down the hall and into the kitchen and puts you down so that you’re standing. He turns you around and bends you over the kitchen counter, both wrists being bound by one of his hands. He lifts your skirt and removes the rest of the fabric from your mangled undergarment. Then, blasts it into thin air and it becomes nonexistent.

He spanks you on your right cheek six times, each a bit harder than the last. Then repeats it on the left.

He takes a couple fingers and runs them along the slit of your lips, slow and lingering touches. He puts his fingers between them to feel the slickness that has started forming between your legs, but never enters you.

“Ohhh look at you, already getting so worked up. We’ve only just begun darling,”he says, then hovers over you to whisper in your ear

“I’m gonna make you ache and beg until you can’t take it anymore. Make you pant and whine until the only thing escaping that pretty mouth of yours is you either only sputtering nonsense or my name.”

He grabs a fistful of your hair and guides you to the bedroom. He throws you onto the bed and you turn on your back to face him. He takes off your skirt and flings it across the room behind him and does the same with the rest of your clothes. You are now laying there completely naked and feeling strangely vulnerable as he stares at you. The way an animal looks at its prey before it gets devoured.

You wanted to cover up, but you were too scared to even move.

Dabi goes to the closet and pulls out a leather case. He rummages through it a little and finds what he’s looking.

He approaches the bed with rope, blindfold and a flogger in hand.

“Sit up,” he commands in a low tone

He places the blindfold over your eyes and ties it tight enough that it won’t fall.

“Lay down, arms at your side, legs spread,” he says in your ear after fastening the blindfold

You scoot up on the bed and do as he says, laying flat on your back.

“Alright princess, time to teach you your lesson.”

He goes to the right side of the bed and ties one side of the rope to the bed and the other to your wrist. Then goes down to your ankle and repeats the same process. He moves to the other side and does as he had before.

With the flogger in hand, he runs it up your right leg slowly, then over your lips, moving up to your stomach and the valley of your breasts. He then touches the flogger to your already hard nipples. Teasing you. Your toes start to curl, as your sensations feel heightened, due to your lack of sight.

He moves the flogger down your body again and lightly taps your pussy, the throbbing in your core growing.

A small whimper escapes your mouth.

“Aww how’s my angel? Is she feeling a bit needy,” he taunts

He takes his middle and ring finger and enters you deeply, keeping them there to feel your warmth.

“What a needy and wet little cunt you have. Throbbing and slicking, just waiting to be ravaged. Your time will come, just not as soon as you may hope for,” he says

You feel the mattress sink, notifying you that he’s coming onto the bed.

You feel him hover over you and get closer. Your lips just centimeters apart from his.

He places a soft kiss on your mouth and moves down your jaw and neck gingerly placing small pecks, stopping above your chest. He rolls your nipples between his thumb and index fingers. You feel them ache as they get harder and this causes you to arch your back slightly. Another moan escapes your mouth.

He takes your right nipple into his mouth, biting it gently. His hand works on your other nipple, still squeezing and rolling it in his fingers. Then massaging your breast.

He moves his hand down to your cunt and places two fingers on clit, making small, calculating circles before moving down to your folds, just teasing them. You arch your back again and feel yourself getting needier as the slow movements of his hands bring you closer to the edge.

“D-Dabi p-please,” you squeak out

He continues teasing your clit and your folds, taking his mouth away from your nipple. The cold air biting it as the warmth of his mouth and lips leave you.

You feel him get off the bed.

He goes to each side of the bed and unbinds your limbs from it. He removes the rope from your ankles, but it remains on your wrists.

“Legs up, hands above your head,” he says

Again, you do as you’re told.

You start to feel warmth on your folds and that all too familiar feeling of his mouth and tongue. His tongue slipping up and down, entering you at times.

“Mmh you always taste like the sweetest honey, but today, you’re especially sweet. Even more so with those eager moans coming out of your mouth.”

He goes back to devouring your sweet taste and takes his thumb to tease your ass. He makes small circles as he had done to your clit, the combination of your juices and his spit making it all the more edging.

“Dabi, please just fuck me,” you say breathlessly desperate

“Oh yeah,” he taunts,“how bad do you want it? Tell me.”

“Dabi, p-please…I need you to-,” you get cut off by a moan

“Pl-please Dabi, I need you. Please,” you say

“Okay little one,” he says, then kisses your cheek,“Now keep this hands above your head.”

He teases your center with his tip and you grind your hips to feel more of him. He chuckles a bit, then slowly slides into you. A low, guttural moan exits his mouth and he hangs his head. He removes the blindfold from your eyes and your hands stay bound to each other above your head.

You blink, giving your eyes time to adjust to the room.

He places a hand on your jaw, so you can face him.

“I want you to look me in the eyes as I pound into you,” he says, staring into your eyes as if he’s talking to your soul

You bite your lip as his strokes start slow, hitting you deeper each time. The room is filled with low moans coming from both of you as you lose yourselves in each other.

He starts to go a bit harder, pounding into you since he’s gotten more comfortable and used to you now. Your moans start becoming more erratic the harder he goes.

“Fuck,” you moan out

A small chuckle comes from Dabi.

You feel yourself getting close to your climax, when suddenly he stops.

“Wh-Why’d you stop,” you ask

“Oh darling, I’m not finished with you yet, so don’t look too heartbroken,” he says, then kisses your cheek

“I want to see you unravel, so I’m gonna edge you until you are at your weakest,” he says lowly into your ear

“Now be a good little princess and get on all fours for me.”

You turn around and do as he says, arching your back.

“Ohh look at you. So pretty,” he says, admiring your pussy

He slams into you and begins at a hard, but slow tempo. You moan after each thrust into you.

He picks up his pace and grabs a handful of your ass. Your moans creating a symphony of pleasure.

He grabbed you by your neck and pulled you close to him. While one hand stayed on your neck, the other was busy on your clit. Again, you feel yourself about to climax when he stops and picks you up, so you’re straddling him. He has you up against the wall and starts fucking you again. His movements starting to become less controlled.

“That’s it, princess. Look right at me,” he says

Desperate moans fill the room as you both feel yourselves come undone.

He lets you finish first because although he’s a villain, he can be a gentleman when it comes to you.

He lets you down and helps you balance.

“Get on your knees, gorgeous,” he says, then kisses you

You kneel as he says.

“Open your mouth. I want you to taste yourself.”

You take him into your mouth as he says. You feel yourself getting even wetter as you please him.

“Fuck, darling. Your mouth feels so good,” he says and lets out a low moan

He keeps pumping into your mouth, drool leaking as you become even more aroused than you already were.

“Fuckfuckfuck,” he mutters out as he releases into your mouth and throat

He cleans you up and kisses your forehead. He tucks you into bed, still naked, and joins you.

He pulls you closer and massages your shoulder with his thumb.

“You were so good for me, princess. Just get some rest now,” he says and gently kisses your lips.

art by birf__ on twitter

I hope y’all enjoyed this story and stay tuned for more works!!! I’ve been sitting on this one for TWO YEARS, which is actually insane to say, but I’m glad to finally be posting it.

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[ace-touya]

Can I Watch You Train?

A lil Touya and Shoto fic!

“Touya-nii?” The five year old rubbed at his eyes, clutching a teddy bear in his hands.

“Shoto? You’re not supposed to come near us failures, you know. Actually, I’m pretty sure you should be asleep.”

“Wanna see what you’re doing..” he mumbled, “Don’t tell daddy.”

“I won’t, go back inside.”

“Are you going to.. train?”

Touya frowned, “What do you care?”

Shoto had heard his biggest brother asking their dad to train, saying he was getting really powerful, and that Touya was sure he could beat All Might, and Shoto himself.

Every time he heard it, Shoto hoped it was true, and he wished their father would listen. Touya wanted to train and wasn’t allowed. Shoto didn’t want to and couldn’t stop. He always wanted to switch places. Then, he knew his brother would be happy, and maybe he’d be happy too.

He didn’t know how to put that into words. How to explain that he was scared of their dad and that he wanted his brother to save him.

Instead, he mumbled, “I bet you’re super strong.”

Touya just frowned. Not strong enough, he thought. There was a time when he hated Shoto and blamed him for everything, but Touya didn’t feel that way now.

Nowadays, he looked at Shoto, and all he could really see was a little boy not cut out for the role he’d been given. A little boy who wanted to be normal. A little boy who was the opposite of him.

He didn’t think Shoto deserved the life he got.

“Go back to bed.”

“I wanna.. watch you train.” He admitted, “You always tell dad you want him to watch. And he never does. So can I watch instead?”

“You can’t watch me train, I’m going to Sekoto Peak and you can’t come with me.”

“Why not?”

“Dad will be mad that his masterpiece is spending time with the failures!” He yelled.

Shoto seemed oblivious to the fact that Touya was getting angry. Innocently, he asked, “What did you fail at?”

“…Everything.” Touya said, running a hand through his hair and tugging some out.

“Oh. Well… If I can’t watch you, he can!” Shoto held his teddy bear out to Touya, with a big smile on his face.

Touya made a weird face that reminded Shoto a little bit of the face their dad would make whenever he asked for junk food. But still, he took it.

“Just bring him back safe, okay?”

——

“It’s all stupid.” Touya muttered to himself as he walked to his usual spot, clutching the bear tightly in both hands. “I just want my dad to look at me and instead all I get is a dumb bear! It’s not fair!” He yelled, setting the teddy on fire. His angry expression immediately softened into one of worry. “W-wait, stop!” He threw it on the ground, trying to stomp out the flames. “Stop-“

When it finally extinguished, he stared down at it with a lump in his throat. It was all covered in ashes and dirt from the ground, one of its legs completely burned off.

Touya tried really hard not to care about what he’d done. But as he was training he found himself unable to tear his eyes away from the thing.

Shoto cried, when he got it back, but he kept it in the end. After Touya died a month later, he set it down under the shrine the family made in his bedroom.

[his-lune]

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angst (a) ;; fluff (f) ;; smut (s) ;; crack (c)

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[seneon]

BEWITCHED ──── vampire! touya × fem! reader.

about. only a creature could fill in your emptiness. vampire! au, set in the 1890s. mild suggestive content; bloodsucking and making out. touya is a yapper. wc of 1.1K.

notes. i heart vampires i need to date one actually

it is a cruel and dark night where a human girl born from solitary darkness walks around the howling dusk. your intentions were unknown to the phantoms of the night, but one thing was clear;

you sought a certain vampire.

when your eyes caught a glimpse of the softest white hair dancing along the cold wind that blew past, you swiftly moved towards your wicked solace. all in crumbling hopes that he will once again fulfill your saddening desires to have his hands all over your skin.

touya is seated on a huge tree branch, gazing the beauty of the night before he takes a glance down at his feet. he could feel a little smirk starting to carve at the corner of his mouth at the incoming figure of the most perfect girl he feasted his turquoise eyes and his canine fangs on.

the movements in your legs came to a halt just below the huge tree where touya sat on the highest branches, having a staring contest with the moon lady herself.

touya then hopped down, swiftly landing on his feet before immediately touching your beautiful skin. you were like a beautiful porcelain doll, carved by the fingers of the angels in heaven. only this time, you are his porcelain doll. a doll to feed off whenever he has grown hungry over time.

“the moon knows of your existence,” said the white-haired creature, his refined features glistening under the moonlight that seemed to oddly favour him, making him even more handsome than he already is.

“what?” you let out in confusion and slightly tilted your head, emitting a chuckle from the vampire who used his thumb to graze your cheek in such a loving manner it twists at your stomach and stabs every single butterfly that lives in you.

“i’ve been talking about you to the moon,” touya rephrases, his thumb not on your cheek but the bottom of your lips coated in a light layer of squeezed rose petals. he lightly rubs the edge of your lips, allowing some of the pigment to smear along the path his thumb creates.

“i was so lonely without you,” he said as his gaze never left your lips and the smeared colour that drags down your chin. “you did not come last night.”

“sorry touya. something came up.”

you quickly apologised to him, your eyes lingering all over his face as he lets out a light scoff at your words. “what's more important than fueling my desires, pretty girl?"

“nothing is.”

he smiles at your response, hands moving to trail down your neck as his thumb is now caressing your throat, his touch feathery that it makes you lose the flow of your breathing. you could feel him staring right into your neck as if he seeks comfort by leaning closer to you until your back hits the tree trunk, his face buried in your neck.

“you smell so good…” touya inhales your scent. it's so intoxicating to him that it is like a drug that alters his brain completely. his breathing hits your skin, and it was hundreds of tiny little spiders crawling down your spine at his hot breath that blew onto you.

“you have bewitched me body and soul, do you know that?” his lips brushed over the skin of your neck as you breathed out hitched breaths.

“i am so smitten with you, your blood, your body, your soul. everything.”

the vampire places a chaste kiss on your neck, one hand moving down to weave their way with your fingers. while his other hand rests on your cheek, trailing fiery caresses along your jawline.

“may i?” he kisses your neck again, letting his lips stay on your skin a little longer than it should have.

your mind didn't even need to wander off what he asks of you and you are already nodding to him, already complying and offering yourself as a sacrifice to an immortal creature who lives for an eternity. it's so pathetic that it strips your dignity down into pure nothingness.

touya let out a satisfied hum, wasting no time to dive down right where your neck is let loose. it was let loose for him. a dress you wore that barely covers your neck and collar bones. it's a miracle how you are not haunted by the leering of men yet.

the fangs that touya compressed into his gums sharply reformed to visibility, and then he carved a mark or two by sinking his teeth into your pretty skin.

a grunt of sting you let out, as your head fell backwards, your own teeth sinking into the bottom of your lips to contain the pain that burned your neck. you could feel his tongue against your skin, simply sucking on your blood and feasting on it like he will never consume them ever again.

cheeks painted with the glorious scenery of a rose field, your hand that was laced with touya squeezing his fingers tightly. one free hand moved up to tangle in his white hair, pulling at the soft strands.

his fangs unhooked from your skin, bringing his teeth up to be free from you. he does everything so clean, not a single drop of blood spilling down the corner of his mouth like he hungrily sucks on your life source every other time.

today, touya feels a little different than usual. he feels the need to commit more than just consuming your blood or licking and biting your neck. he feels the need to execute something more than that.

so he pressed his bloodstained lips on yours like a desperate fool. your blood blends with the hues of the rose. his lips are so skilled it screams into your ears that he could do so much more than just to suck human blood and kiss a lonely human girl in the middle of the night.

it only added fuel to the fire even more when his tongue ever so gently licks the bottom of your lip that has your teeth marks embedded when you sunk your teeth in when touya bit into you. you immediately hang your lips open for him to slide his tongue in.

it's a dance in your mouth with both your tongues twisting and molding against each other, swallowing each other's sounds that they moaned out.

heaven forbid you resist this creature of the night. your body and soul aches for him, pushing yourself against him when he comes close to get a feeling of being against his body. it drives you utterly insane as much as it drives the vampire crazy.

touya breaks the kiss and licks away any last bit of saliva that hangs through your tongues, before his turquoise eyes looks down at you with a different kind of gleam.

“you won't mind if i turn your solitary life into something… filled with the colour red, won't you?”

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League Of Villains With An S/O Like Marceline The Vampire Queen

Tomura Shigaraki X Reader, Dabi X Reader, Spinner X Reader

Requested: @supernatural-hunter1

Request: I’m thinking the LOV (Dabi, Spinner and Shigaraki) with a girlfriend, who has a vampire quirk like Marceline, the vampire queen (from Adventure Time) she has a bass guitar in a shape of an axe, she’s a great singer, she can fly, and she only drinks the color red (or eat the color)

Tomura Shigaraki

🤚 You were introduced to Shigaraki when you were young and as you started to develop your quirk became his protector. 🤚 He’d often find that his hand rested on your neck, two fingers over the bite marks in your neck. He matched skin tones with someone… Even if they were a vampire. 🤚 Indifferent to the guitar really, he often thinks that it gets in the way on more stealthy missions but he liked that you were able to fight without it, and found more joy in watching you punch someone across the room. 🤚 Sometimes people didn’t see you until it was too late, you might be the last thing they see after disrespecting Shigaraki or injuring him in some way.

No one could see you, you had been sitting on the bar behind Shigaraki, your legs dangling down behind him as he leant against your shins looking at the new recruits, Dabi and Toga. You were watching them carefully, your guitar rested behind the bar close enough to grab if you needed it, they talked but you noticed the movement of Dabi before Shigaraki did, you grabbed the guitar from behind the bar swinging it around stopping just short of Dabi’s neck “be careful now.” You warned, you held the forearm of your free arm resting on top of Shigaraki’s head and you rested your chin on your own arm. “Are you sure that you need him?” “We need them all unfortunately.” Shigaraki answered “Plus as annoying as he is, I believe he’s going to be useful.” “He does seem like the most capable of a lot.” You shrugged. “Mmm.” He hummed “you can drop the axe.” You sat up as you pulled back the axe, it rested on your shoulder as you slumped forward. “What?” Shigaraki mumbled as he looked at you posture. “I don’t trust him.” You answered as Dabi smirked at you, eyes easily moving over you seemingly assessing you. “So who’s the bodyguard?” Dabi asked. “None of your business.” Shigaraki answered as he turned his back to them, the conversation over as he rested the handheld console that he was playing on your thighs, as you played with his hair and Kurogiri showed the new arrivals to the rooms they could use if they wanted.

Dabi

🔥 Dabi met you before he ended up in the league, he actually went looking for you after hearing about you through the thugs that he was beating to a pulp. 🔥 Dabi then watched you like an absolute creeper for a couple of weeks, gathering information and trying to figure out just what your quirk was. 🔥 He definitely liked your style, the way you dressed, carried yourself and spoke to other people. 🔥 He approached you when he got all the information that he could from watching you.

You were sitting on the roof of the building watching people go by, there were a number of different objects next to you that had been drained of their colour, Dabi didn’t think that it was sunny enough to warrant the hat that you had decided to wear “thought vampires couldn’t sit in the sun.” He finally said, you glanced back at him, eyes moving over him for a second before going back to the people milling around under you. “Vampires can sit in the sun as long as we’re protected from direct sunlight.” You answered. “You’ve been watching me, what do you want?” “You knew?” He asked. “Thought you were sneaky?” You asked. “There’s a lot that you don’t know about me.” “Yeah?” He asked, he stepped forward and you leaned back resting on your hands. “I wouldn’t get too close, you know that guitar isn’t just a fashion statement.” You warned him. “I know.” He nodded “I’ve seen you use it, impressive.” He continued forward until he was sitting on the ledge next to you. “What do you want?” You asked. “You seem bored.” He mumbled. “I’m bored of you dodging the question, what do you want?” You asked. “I want to offer you a prospect.” He answered. “Uh huh.” You grunted. “I want to take down someone and you could help me.” He answered. “Who?” You asked. “What?” He asked. “Who do you want to take down?” You asked. “Endeavour.” He answered. “Now that is a challenge.” You smirked, your fangs flashing in the sun. “You’d better tell me how you plan to do this and I’ll decide whether I join you.”

Spinner

🦎 Spinner was very good at withholding judgement until he'd met someone or seen someone in action which is why he never judged you for your supposed vampire attributes. 🦎 He honestly thinks the guitar is pretty cool, an instrument that doubles as weapons, and always loves when people question whether it’s a real weapon or not. 🦎 On that note Spinner never gets tired of you singing, whether you're just singing to yourself or singing for the rest of the gang (Magni and Toga are often the ones that make requests). 🦎 Your ability to go from a warm presence to a threatening entity, was honestly amazing to him.

Spinner had lost track of you a while back, you had been split up during the ambush by Redestros men, he had seen evidence of you being around considering there were objects that were primary red that had lost their colour, if you were drinking during battle you were having you use your abilities in excessive amounts. Spinner should have been paying more attention when the hulking weight smashed into his side, he recognised the grunts, it was you in your larger bat form. “You need a hand?” He asked. “I mean if you're not too busy.” You shrugged as he looked behind you at the group that had followed the larger man, he noted that you were changing back to your humanoid form and bass guitar thrown over your shoulder. “Are you hungry, do you need anything?” He asked. “No there was enough around here to get what I needed now, I just really want these guys to go away.” You answered, swinging the axe end of the base cutting the closest man’s head clean off. “Wow.” He mumbled eyes widening and cheeks heating, if his skin wasn’t green you would have seen a blush. “You okay?” You asked a smirk taking over your face as you dodged a hit from one of others, Spinner napped out of it throwing a dagger landing it straight in his heart. “I’m fine.” He mumbled as you giggled, killing yet another one of them before moving over to him and pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Come on let’s finish this, find the boss and get this over with so we can get back to doing nothing.” You ordered. “Sure thing.” He chuckled, cutting down another attacker.

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ikea meatballs before marriage?

contents ౨ৎ ⋆ touya todoroki x fem reader. fluff. cursing. slightly suggestive. ⭑ your fiancé and you get a little too into playing house when you’re supposed to be furniture shopping for your new apartment.

“you’re home early.” touya smirks. an apron you’re ninety-nine percent sure he stole from the aisle showcasing the ovens with ‘i cook as good as i look’ printed on it is tied around his waist.

“i’m home!” you say cheerfully, playing along with him. 

you take a moment to study “your” kitchen and droop in disappointment. 

it was a bit too dim for your liking, the lighting.

there’s no way you could read the recipe books rei had gifted you without touya having to stand there and hold a flashlight while you did.

but the deep forest green accented cabinets, reaching all the way to the ceiling, were beautiful.

perfect for storing fuyumi’s leftover snacks that her students gifted her yesterday.

she had complained to you over the phone about how there was no space at home since all the cupboards were full of soba noodles, courtesy of your fiancé and little brother-in-law.

touya nervously watches, until he sees as you visibly brighten up, and he lets a little huff out, half in pride, half in relief. 

he knew his pick couldn’t be that bad.

then you spot the fake plant hanging from overhead, and grimace as you see a cluster of even more potted plants under it near the toaster. 

cute in theory, but definitely a fire hazard.

touya notices the little way your eyebrows furrow with doubt, and casually leans against the edge of the sink to distract you from making any more keen observations. 

you giggle at the way he almost knocks off the price tag on it in the process, too busy staring at you to bother noticing. 

“how was work?” your favorite fire hazard asks, reaching out a hand to gently brush a stray lash you didn’t notice from your cheek. 

your face always feels hotter than usual when touya pulls away, even after all this time.

“ugh, so exhausting,” you fan yourself a bit, let out an exaggerated sigh. “the printer blew up and got toner all over my clothes, can you believe it?”

“aw.” there’s a playful sparkle in his eyes as touya innocently frowns in sugary sweet sympathy. “want me to run a bath for you later?”

you can feel your cheeks start to burn. you just took one with him yesterday!

but of course you find yourself stuttering out, “oh, um sure.” 

the memory of his fingers softly massaging your scalp as he helped you wash your hair. the gentlest of touches on your skin as he lathered you in suds, pressing a kiss to your forehead between rinses flood back to you. 

you remember trying to wash his hair one time, but he quickly stopped you by trapping you in his lap, insisting that he wanted to do yours first. like he does during every bath he runs for you when you stay over at the todoroki house.

and he would take just as good care of you, your heart knows, in your cozy new apartment that was waiting for you back in shizuoka too. 

not too far from home, so that everyone could still visit, but not too close either, so the both of you had your own space.

touya grins as a shy expression suddenly crosses over your face, knowing exactly what you’re thinking about. 

with amusement, he watches as you reach over to set your purse on the white marble counter. 

a pair of strong hands claim their usual spot on your waist, holding you in place, and then you’re pulled away until your back bumps against a familiar, firm chest.

“uh-uh, mrs. todoroki.” he murmurs softly in your ear. “i just cleaned that for you before you got home.”

your breath catches. mrs. todoroki?  

“my bad,” is all you can manage to squeak out.

his nose tickles your cheek in response and you giggle at the feeling of his piercings, cold and soothing against your warm skin.

“so. what do you want for dinner today?” touya says, leaning over you to open the fridge. he scans its empty contents with a face so serious that you have to bite back a laugh. 

“what do we have?”

“stale air—i mean,” touya coughs. “uh, salad.”

“that’s it? just salad?” you point an accusatory finger at him, and he snorts at the way you force your eyebrows to scrunch together to make an angry face. so cute.

“oh, you think this is funny? take that apron off right now, you big phony.” 

“yes ma’am.” he laughs airily, reaching behind him to undo the tie when his hands stop. 

touya turns to you with a pout. “can you do it for me? my fingers hurt from cooking and cleaning all day.”

he makes it so hard to stay mad at him, even as a joke. 

you bite your lip to suppress the fond grin growing on your face, but it's too late, touya’s already seen it and he knows you’ll give into him soon enough.

“aw, my poor husband all alone in the house, cooking air and salad. it must’ve been so hard for you.”

he pouts even more. “it really was.”

the giggle you’ve been holding back finally spills from your mouth. he was ridiculous, and you loved him for it. “okay you big baby, i’ll untie it for you.” you move to stand behind him, hands reaching for the back of his waist to untie the neat bow he did for himself earlier.

“i think you mean your big strong husband.” touya leans his weight back into you. 

not enough to hurt you or make you fall, but just enough to give you a hard time undoing the knot of his apron. 

“sewing machine was acting up like crazy today, had to teach it some manners.”

“i’m sure you did.” you fight back another laugh, which turns into a whine as his broad back leans into your face even more. 

“touya stop it! do you want this apron off of you or not?”

you can practically hear him smirk from in front of you.

“i’m okay with anything as long as it keeps your hands on me.”

you step away from him and he lets out a ‘oof!’ as his back thuds against the hard floor of the ikea showroom, taking down a fake plant with him.

touya is donning a new apron when the two of you find yourselves outside of another kitchen showroom. 

“‘relax, i’ll feed you bitches.’ it read in bold. 

you giggle hysterically as he stands there, hands on his hips and looking way too proud of his find, as you snap a pic to send to the groupchat with his siblings.

i’d rather eat poison, natsuo texts back. 

his message is hearted by fuyumi and shoto a few moments later. 

a miffed touya reaches over your shoulder to steal your phone, which you easily let go of and surrender like usual with a laugh.

 his chin rests on your head, your back pressed to his chest as he perches his upper arms on your shoulders to text back. 

after he hits send with a satisfied smirk, the both of you walk onto the set.

the kitchen this time was one with a less colorful theme, yet you hear a sharp intake of breath from touya and you feel your own breath catch in your throat.

the tall windows and generous lighting more than made up for it. 

framed paintings of cranes were hung on the slate gray wall behind the dining table, and the refrigerator was much, much larger than the one you saw touya open before.

familiar indigo petals catch your eye. there was a beautiful painting of rindou flowers next to the window in the kitchen, and you can’t help but stare.

“mom would love those.” touya murmurs from beside you. your fingers lace through his as you smile softly in agreement. 

“she would.”

still in the second showroom, touya’s rummaging inside the cabinets while you study the spice rack. 

imagine all the goodies you could fit in there, from sesame seeds to shichimi togarashi.

you drool thinking about all the miso soups and sweet potatoes you could put them on when he suddenly turns to you.

“i’ve been working on my cocktails while you were at work, by the way.” touya grins, handing you an empty, plastic wine glass from where you’re perched on the granite countertop. “wanna try?”

you raise it to your lips and take a delicate sip of nothing. 

“oh yum! what’d you put in it?”

“kale juice.” he snickers behind his hand. “your favorite.”

you make a disgusted face. “well that’d explain the kick to it.”

“right? i really, really think fuyumi and natsuo would like it.”

“touya todoroki, don’t you dare.”

“hey.” he raises both hands in innocence. “a little kale never hurt anyone.”

“you say that but you hate kale.”

“a little kale never hurt anyone unless it’s me.”

you roll your eyes and wrap your arms around his neck. touya’s hands smoothly guide your legs to hug his waist, bringing you closer to him from where you’re sitting on the counter. he stays standing, towering over you. 

“can’t believe i’m marrying a hypocrite.” your voice is muffled against his shoulder, and he laughs.

suddenly, you gasp and point at the sink. “touya!”

his eyes widen at your raised voice, instinctively looking behind him for bugs to kill because that’s the only time your tone would sound that alarmed.

touya hugs you closer to him protectively. 

you can’t help but melt as his arms wrap even tighter around you, his serious turquoise eyes still scanning around the kitchen for any threats to you.

no bugs. 

no tacky “live, laugh, love”-esque sayings framed on the wall.

which he knows is your biggest interior design pet peeve after binging an insane amount of those house flipping shows with you.

“...what is it?” touya finally asks after a moment of hesitation. 

you giggle at the ticklish feeling of the cold silver of his lip piercing brushing against your forehead as he speaks.

“the dishes aren’t in alphabetical order!”

touya breathes a sigh of relief, then laughs into your neck. 

he pulls away to roll his eyes at you. “you nearly gave me a fucking heart attack!”

“what, why?” you laugh, fluttering your lashes at him. so utterly adorable, that he resists the urge to bite you.

touya fights back a blush and averts his eyes from your face, remembering his protective actions. they had been purely instinctive. he reaches up to cover his face with one hand.

“touuu!” you can’t help but laugh harder, reaching up to pry his fingers away from his face. “come on, look at me!”

touya shyly slides his gaze back to you, and lets you take his hand away from his face. 

you lace your fingers through his and lean in to give him a sweet kiss on the lips, which only makes him blush even harder. the chill of the ikea air conditioning did nothing to help.

his eyes trail in the direction of the spice rack you were dreamily looking at earlier.

“why is this crooked?” he frowns, reaching behind you to straighten it.

“pfft is it bothering you?” you take a glance at it. looked okay enough to you.

“yeah it is.” touya’s hands are on the shelf, trying to readjust it into the right position when suddenly—

snap!

the both of your eyes widen at the sound. 

the shelf was upright and more centered than before. 

except now it had a clean split down the middle of it.

of course, touya chooses to focus on the most important part.

“well at least it looks better now.”

and all he can think about as you laugh into his shoulder is that he can’t wait to stand hip to hip with you in your actual kitchen. 

sunshine peeking through the curtains as the two of you make soups, bake each other’s favorite pastries, and indulge in your random middle of the night cravings.

from now until forever.

after lunch in the restaurant, touya adds ikea meatballs to his list of favorite foods. 

you’re pretty sure that’s only because you fed them to him. 

because while you adore him to pieces, he is an unbelievably picky eater, much to fuyumi’s chagrin. 

luckily, he’ll eat anything as long as you’re the one giving it to him.

your sister-in-law thanks you for her lack of headaches when she makes dinner.

in the third kitchen showroom of today, you squint out the window behind the sink.

“i don’t know if i like it.”

“don’t know if you like what?” touya’s still washing his hand in the imaginary water under the faucet that’s clearly never going to start running. his silly self has been there for the past five minutes, at least. 

you hold back a laugh at how meticulous he is about it.

“the view.” 

he looks up and snorts at the wistful gaze you throw out the obviously fake window. 

it had a picture of city scenery taped on the wall outside of it, and the circular shape of a familiar building catches his eye. he recognizes it.

the meguro sky garden in tokyo.

the first place he ever took you out on a date to.

with a fond twitch of his lips, he remembers the way he almost tripped over his feet under the cherry blossom trees when you had suddenly pecked him on the cheek. all those years ago.

touya turns the faucet off, and comes up behind you to lean his head on your shoulder as he wraps his arms around your waist. his eyes soften as you nuzzle against his chin. 

he knows that you know he can’t feel any sensations there anymore. 

but god, does touya love that you still touch him in the places where he can’t feel. 

the way you litter soft kisses under his eyes, stroke his forearms as you guide them to your waist. like they’re still a part of him, like he’s not broken.

like he’s always been whole to you, never any less. 

“but sweetheart,” touya muses. “think about how close it's close to the best schools.”

your face heats up as you realize what he’s talking about. like you haven’t thought about it a million times before.

a kid. with him.

his and your kid.

as if the universe read your mind, a very chubby baby being pushed in a cart passes by the opposite side of the window, covering the picture of tokyo’s scenery.

and it stares at touya and you with the judgiest look you’ve ever seen in your life.

the two of you glance sideways at each other and burst out laughing. 

“nevermind,” you giggle, feeling small and safe tucked in his strong arms. “maybe the view isn’t so bad.”

looking softly down at you, the beautiful color of your eyes meets his, and his heartbeat quickens.

touya can’t help but agree.

a familiar weight softly rests on your shoulder when you groggily open your eyes, and your fiancé is close to follow as he stirs beside you.

you flip around to face him from where he was spooning you, giggling at the little trail of drool coming from the corner of his mouth as you watch his eyes flutter open.

you feel your breath catch in your throat as you gaze upon him.

his hair is starlight in the morning.

touya, still half-asleep, snuggles against you, completely drunk on your warmth. the soft feeling of your skin against his. 

he doesn’t even try to resist it.

the little giddy smile that tugs at his lips whenever the cool feeling silver of your sapphire embedded ring sparkles under the sunlight pooling through the curtains of your shared bedroom as he laces his fingers through yours.

his own ring softly clinking against the one he gave you.

after moving into the privacy of the apartment, with no prying eyes or nosy siblings randomly bursting into his room, touya loves to sleep with his lips just barely grazing your neck.

whenever you wake up from a  nightmare, he’s already kissing the nape of it, the protective hand he has on your hip smoothing circles into your bare skin.

when he wakes from his, you’re already quietly cradling him in your arms, running your hands through his midnight black hair. 

you really have no idea how hard you make it for him to get up.

but the idea of seeing you happily smile because of him is what gives him the final push to wriggle out of your embrace, and the adorable little pout you give him  almost breaks his heart.

“where you going, tou?”

he grins cheekily, placing a finger on his lips. “it’s a secret.”

there's a grumble from you in response and he smooths the crinkle between your furrowed brows with a gentle kiss.

“i’'ll be back soon, i promise.”

“you better or i’m eating your last pocky.”

he laughs at your threat, as if he wouldn’t give it up to you the moment you asked.

at the sight of your eyes already starting to droop, touya presses another kiss to your forehead. “go back to sleep, sweetheart.”

“no.” you pout as his socks pad against the floor when he leaves the room with another laugh. 

huddled up in your floral patterned blankets, you drink in the faint scent of sweet cologne that lingers on them. 

it still smells like him. warm like him, too.

there’s an old photo of touya framed on your nightstand. you love to look at when you fold his and your clothes. 

rei had slipped it out of the family album for you to keep the moment she saw how much you liked it. 

it’s the one where he’s holding a baby shoto like a football in his arms. there’s an easy grin on his face.

you look at it for a little longer, letting a sleepy, content smile spread across your lips. 

until five more minutes pass, and you’re starting to feel impatient.

“shoto!” you call out the doorway in the direction of the guest room you set up for him the day before he came to visit. “what’s your brother doing?”

“cooking.” comes shoto’s soft voice floating down the hallway.

and that’s all it takes for you to get up and rush to the kitchen at lightning speed.

thankfully, the fire alarm hasn’t gone off yet by the time you get there. 

you find touya slicing peaches on the counter, in front of the painting of rindou flowers. there’s a plate of neatly assorted fruit next to him, and your eyes widen as you admire the rose-shaped strawberries. how’d he do that?

“hey.” touya’s eyes narrow playfully when he notices you, putting down the knife. “you’re supposed to be in bed.”

you place your hands on your hips. 

“and you’re supposed to not be burning our new apartment down.” 

throwing a cautious glance at the unmanned pancakes sizzling in the pan beside you, you add on. “with your little brother in it.”

he breathes a laugh and saunters over where you’re standing by the fridge, cornering you to the counter. 

your fiancé grins at your stammers when he leans closer. he can practically feel the heat from your cheeks from here, and touya thinks the tiny house plant overhead grows an inch taller from the sheer warmth you’re radiating.

“stove’s off, sweetheart. they’re not gonna burn.”

“o-oh.” you sigh in relief.

“you worry too much.” touya murmurs softly as holds you in place by the waist to hold up a spoonful of blueberries he forgot to add to the batter. 

your lips reluctantly part to let him feed you, and his heart skips a beat at the hint of a smile on your face.

“mmph!”

suddenly, touya’s lips are on yours and you taste the sweet tartness of the peach he must’ve had before you came over. 

the cold piercing of his tongue teases your mouth and he corners you even further against the cool marble of the counter to make out, just as you hear a pot start to boil and your eyes snap open. 

you’re breathless as you muster all your willpower and break away from him.

“touya, the pot!” 

“oops.” he glances at it, still caging you against the counter with his arms. 

“forgot about that.”

“found your necklace that fell behind the bed last week.” touya says later after breakfast. you’re both sitting on cushions fuyumi and natsuo gifted you at the coffee table in front of the tv, watching ponyo as sunlight seeps into the living room.

it swings it back and forth on his finger and your eyes widen in relief.

“i was looking everywhere for that to wear to shoto’s class party!” 

“i know.” he grins, and you sigh as he presses a soft kiss to your neck. of course he did. 

touya reaches around your neck to securely clasp the back of the necklace’s chain, a smirk tugging at his lips.

“i think i deserve a little reward.”

you giggle, he was so cute.

“thanks touya.” you say, pressing a kiss to his cheek, and he pouts.

“not there.” 

“where then?” you smooth your hands against his bedhead and he almost whines when this time, you press a kiss to his forehead. “here?” 

always such a tease, and he adores you for it. 

touya looks like a desperate puppy as he huffs, nudging your nose with his. 

like you didn’t spoil him with kisses yesterday when he fixed the washing machine that was acting up.

you’re still not totally sure how he did it, but that was probably because you zoned out while he was explaining it to you. 

too busy watching the way his forearms flexed as he fixed the pipes behind it and when he’d take whatever wrench or screwdriver he asked you to hand him from the toolbox.

finally, finally your lips find his and you kiss him, soft and sweet.

a cool breeze blows through the open window, and the both of you breathe it in, smelling dewdrops on grass from the rain last night and hints of sunshine. 

touya smiles against your mouth, arms pulling you into his lap so he can taste you better.

you’re stuck with him. 

from now until forever.

“or maybe home is just two arms wrapped around you when you’re at your worst.”

— danagray

[asirensrage]

Alright so for Dabi, I'm thinking the reader doesn't know just who he is, he just shows up at the right time. He totally has a thing for crying.

"Do you know how long I've watched you? You're perfect."

13. Are you really surprised to find out I’m the bad guy?

Okay, so it took me a long time to like...actually figure out what I wanted to do with this...and then it basically took a life of its own and got out of hand and I had to wrangle it down lol.

Rating: Explicit Fandom: My Hero Academia Pairing: Dabi x Undescribed Female Reader Warnings: Violence. Obsession. Mention of stalking. Murder. Kidnapping. Dacryphilia. Dark!fic. Unbeta'd Prompts: "Are you really surprised to find out I’m the bad guy?" And "Do you know how long I've watched you? You're perfect."

Notes: I don't know how well this turned out. I feel like it was a bit rushed but I couldn't figure out how to extend it properly. I hope you like it regardless. (I read it over only a couple times, so fair warning I guess.) HEED THE WARNINGS.

Living in a world with quirks teaches you a lot: what areas to avoid, the signs of a hero and villain fighting and how to make yourself look between a threat and a target. The truth of the world was simple. The more powerful your quirk is, the safer you are. 

You’ve lived in the city all your life. 

You’ve had problems before but it’s fine. You have insurance, your home is in a building that isn’t in a common villain/hero area and your quirk isn’t powerful but it is useful. It’s gotten you out of a couple of misdemeanours when you were young and you’ve redirected the anger of some adults that the kids you’ve come across didn’t deserve it. You’ve learned how to do it so that no one notices that you’re using your quirk. People just think you’re just good at de-escalation. 

Your quirk is useful, but it isn’t powerful. You can’t sway the truly determined…or the desperate. 

Your back slams into the wall, head ricocheting from the impact. Your vision blanks for a second, the world swaying as the man in front of you spits as he talks. You can smell the alcohol on his breath. 

“Give it to me!” he snarls, nails sharpening with his quirk in warning. He holds them in front of your face. 

Your heart is beating in your ears and your stomach rolls. How hard did you hit your head? “Hold–hold on,” you say, trying to focus. If the world would stop swaying, you’d be able to reach into your bag and throw your wallet. Or the whole bag. Why did you pick one that went across your chest instead of hanging off your shoulder? Oh, right, so a wanna-be villain couldn’t swipe it as they ran by. 

“Hurry up!”

“What’s the rush?” A voice calls out from the side. You both look at the newcomer. It’s a man but you can’t make out his features with the way he’s silhouetted by the street behind him. 

“It’s none of your business,” your mugger calls out to them. “Get moving before you get hurt.” 

The man laughs. “You think you’ll hurt me?” He moves closer, into the alley where she was dragged. “Anything dealing with her is my business.” 

You frown slightly, confused. Do you know them? The voice isn’t familiar but your head hurts and you just want to go home. 

The person trying to steal from you, who shoved you hard into a wall, turns to them, nails growing longer in response. “I’m telling you, leave. I don’t want to hurt you if I don’t have to.” 

The man grins. “I do.” 

You don’t know what happens next because your vision suddenly goes black and you feel yourself falling as you try to grasp at the wall to keep yourself standing. You feel heat, sudden and viciously hot, and hear someone screaming but it’s overrun by the way someone grabs you. Your vision returns as their arm hooks under your legs. 

“I got you, princess.” You’re held close against their chest and you can feel them move, walking you back towards the street. Light glints off of the metal on their cheek and you catch sight of the disfiguration on half of his face. 

“Hospital,” you say, blinking away the dots that scatter across your vision with the change in lighting. “Please. I think I need a hospital.”

“I know what you need,” he says. He grins as he says it, glancing down at you. His eyes are bright blue, standing out against the rest of his features. He doesn’t say anything else and you’re left to trust this stranger who’s holding you tight and moving determinedly. You wonder what happened to the thief, but put it out of your mind. You just got lucky a hero found you.

You’ve never been more wrong. 

You stare at the man across from you as he leans against the door. Dabi, as he’s introduced himself, didn’t bring you to a hospital or your home. Instead, you’re healed and in his bedroom. You have no idea where exactly that is. 

“Heh, are you really surprised to find out I’m the bad guy?” 

“Let me go,” you say, voice laced with your quirk. You see the way it settles in his eyes and fades just as fast. Your breath catches. That’s not good. He’s not desperate, not with how unconcerned he looks, which means he’s determined. The question is for what? 

“No,” he says. “Not when I finally have you.”

“Have me? For what?” He doesn’t answer. “You can’t just kidnap people! You’re going to let me walk out!” Your voice rings with your power but nothing happens. You feel tears start to build up in your eyes and you try hard to swallow it back. You’re not super emotional but you tend to cry when you’re frustrated or angry. Like it has to be released one way or another. You never expected this to happen. You’re not a hero or anything. Your quirk isn’t powerful. You’re not worth this. 

He moves away from the door, coming towards you. You’re tempted to scramble back, out of his reach, but you refuse to show that you’re afraid. You don’t want to give him the satisfaction. 

He reaches up and brushes one of the tears that fall off of your cheek. You watch as he puts the finger he used in his mouth, tasting it. Your throat tightens at the action. “I was right,” he says softly, sounding more like he’s talking to himself than to you. His eyes meet yours. “Do you know how long I’ve watched you? You’re perfect.”

You stare at him as the words register. “What?” 

His hand grabs the back of your neck and before you can even think, his mouth is on yours. His kiss is hard and demanding, teeth nipping at your lips until you open up for him. His tongue moves against yours and he groans as though it’s something he wants to savour. 

You shouldn’t be doing this. You shouldn’t be letting him kiss you like this, like he hasn’t stolen you away and ignored your demands to be released. You’re not stupid though. If he’s as much of a villain as he says he is, you just need to wait him out. You’ll find your exit one way or another.

“Stop thinking,” he tells you, mouth brushing access yours again before he sucks a mark into your throat. “I’ll show you it’s worth it. You won’t want to run when I’m done.” 

You laugh at the presumptuousness. As if anything would be enough to make you want to stay. You can’t deny you’re curious though. It’s always been your downfall. 

Tears fall as he holds your hips down, mouth moving between your legs and building you closer to the edge that you’ve been thrown off of multiple times already. You’re not sure you’ve ever orgasmed this many times before, not in a row, not with another person. He seems to know exactly what you like. You barely have to direct him. 

You can’t stop yourself from crying from the stimulation even as you begged for more. When he sees it, he pauses, moving to slot his hips between your legs as he kisses you again. You can taste yourself on him, but the thought barely registers when he moves his mouth. He kisses and licks at the tracks of tears. 

“So fucking pretty when you cry,” he mutters against your skin. 

“-m not,” you whine. “Dabi, please!”

“Please what? Hmm?”

You don’t answer, trying to wipe away your tears. You didn’t mean to cry but it felt like too much. Now he was giving you a break and you felt like you could breathe again. 

“Come on, princess. You want more? Let me keep you.”

“No,” you breathe. 

“Tell me,” he demands, hips rocking into yours. He’s hard against you. “Only gonna cry for me. Only I make you feel like this. Admit it.” 

You whine, simultaneously wanting more and less. His hand wraps around your throat, heating slightly. His mouth nips at your jaw before moving against your ear. “Tell me you want me.”

Your head falls back. He’s so close but he’s already made you cum multiple times. You can outlast this. 

His hand burns at your lack of response but it fades just as fast. “You’re mine.”

“No,” you say, half exhausted but kissing him again. 

“Tell me,” he demands.

You don’t answer. 

“Heh,” he says before angling himself and pressing in. He groans into your neck at the sensation. “You will.” 

Obsession Prompts + Another Set of Yandere Prompts

taglist: @raith-way @chrissymunson @veetlegeuse @chickensarentcheap @residentdormouse (also tagging @emerald-valkyrie because it's Dabi...)