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nixwriteschaos · 10 months ago

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My Brat

Dabi x Male!Reader Summary: Dabi is quite the brat. During a mission, he did not listen to Y/N’s commands towards the team and he is not happy with Dabi’s defiance. After ignoring Dabi for weeks, he finally owns up to his actions.

★☽A/N: My friend kinda(?) begged me to make a male ! I’m still shocked that the first one got 87+ notes… You guys are real freaky! But so am I for writing it-

Contents: SMUT - Dom|Top Male!Reader - Sub|Bottom Dabi - Brat Taming; Hair Pulling; Pain and Pleasure Play; Degradation; Praise; Forced Orgasm / Orgasm Control; Overstimulation; Impact Play

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This fucking brat..

Y/N thought as he watched Dabi run away before everyone was there. He sighed in frustration while the members of the Vanguard Group watched in confusion. “Did he just..?-” Y/N turned around. “Yes, he did.” He groaned. At a defeated state, he signaled the others to follow along.

Guessed he had to improvise some of the plan..

! ~

Y/N was just grateful they managed to kidnap the boy. The angry blonde still passed out. The LOV guessed that it would take a while for the shock and drugs to wear off. While Shigaraki thought of how to convince the young hero in training to join, Toga decided to play with Magne while watching the news.

Dabi decided to do a small celebration, asking Kurogiri to pour him a glass of wine, the best they got. Kurogiri, ever the obedient man, poured a tall glass with transparent wine, bubbles coming to the top. He slides it to him, Dabi catching it swiftly.

Before he could take a sip, a soft hand reached down and grabbed his glass. “Hey-” He stopped when he noticed Y/N behind him, holding his glass. With a swift move, he drank all of the liquid in seconds, placing the glass down gently.

“I wanted to drink that.” Y/N looked down at him, a chilling shiver going down his spine by how intense his stare was. “Is that so?” His voice was stern and deep, raising a brow as his statement.

“Yeah, it was to celebrate today.” Dabi’s snarky and cocky statement made Y/N chuckle. Another shiver went down Dabi’s spine once more. He hated how Y/N’s voice could easily send shivers down his spine. “Then it should be mine. After all, I was the one who made the plan.”

“And I’m the one who got the boy.” Y/N chuckled at his prideful response. “I’m pretty sure Mr. Compress got him. You just prevented the boy’s friends from saving him.” He grinned. Dabi growled at the harsh truth. Y/N leaned forward, a smug look on his face.

His hand slowly trailed up to Dabi’s hair, gently stroking his locs. Dabi unconsciously leaned into his gentle touch, a slight blush apparent on his face. Without a word, Y/N pulled harshly on his hair, causing a grunt from the burnt man.

“What the fuck?!” He yelled out, causing Toga and Magne to turn around with curious glances but turned back around, minding their own business. “Why the fuck are you-” Y/N cut him off with an aggressive kiss. It was messy and sloppy, Dabi arching back as Y/N loomed over him. His hand had the same tight grip on his hair, causing a sense of pain through his body.

He tried to push Y/N back but his tight grip on his hand and his other slowly sneaking to his waist prevented him. Dabi couldn’t stop himself from leaning towards Y/N’s hot touch. He could feel the H/C’s smirk against his lips. The raven head wanted to protest but the H/C head’s hot touch made him melt.

“You’re a good boy, aren’t you?” Y/N smiled a gentle smile, stroking his soft cheek. He nodded eagerly, leaning towards the touch and the soft whispered voice. “Fuck off…” he mumbled, a slight blush on his face.

Y/N chuckled, loving how bratty Dabi was. It was funny to see the villain act all bratty, knowing what is to come to the ravenhead.

“Could I go ahead and take him?” He turned to Kurogiri who nodded in response. He nodded back and grabbed Dabi, putting him over his shoulder. “Oi! Get me down!” Dabi protested but to no avail. Y/N didn’t answer, only a smirk on his face as he carried him to their shared room.

! ~

In the League of Villains’ base, each member had their own room, even if they had one of their own, there was always room for them. As for Y/N and Dabi, they have a shared room. The room was big to accommodate the two villains.

Y/N dropped Dabi on the bed, causing him to bounce on the springed mattress. “Ouch! What the fuck?!” Dabi cursed, an irk appearing. Y/N just chuckled. He enjoyed watching Dabi acting like a bat, despite being annoyed by his attitude multiple times. At this point, he might have gotten used to it.

The H/C haired villain smiled at his bratty attitude. He was ever so close to just ripping his clothes and lift his legs while he fucked Dabi dry.

But he didn’t.

He lifted Dabi’s legs as he took off the raven haired male’s pants, ignoring his yells of protest, taking off his jacket shortly after. Y/N didn’t really care if the villain decided to keep his shirt on, knowing how sweaty he will be after. He leaned forward with a smirk. Y/N slowly moved his hand down, from his neck and to his hips. He could feel the shivers going down the burnt man’s spine. It was satisfying to see Dabi trying to keep his composer.

But he knew it wouldn’t last long.

“Such a brat, hm?” Dabi growled. He hated being called a brat, he hated how his body reacts to such a degrading pet name! He wanted to protest but Y/N’s warmth made his mind so mushy.. He hated it so much! But he couldn’t stop his body from reacting, leaning towards Y/N’s gentle and feathery touch.

Y/N chuckled at Dabi’s body’s reaction. “And so dirty..” he commented, his hand rubbing Dabi’s hip affectionately. He wanted Dabi to melt into his hands, only to moan and yell out in pleasure while he fucked him to submission. He couldn’t resist giving Dabi a light tap. It wasn’t heavy, just enough to get a reaction.

And a reaction he received. Dabi arched his back, allowing Y/N access to his ass. Y/N hastily placed his hand on Dabi’s cheek, catching him off guard. “Y/N! What the fuck are you?-” Y/N pressed a kiss against the villain’s lips, shutting him real quick.

Y/N had shivers down his spine as he swallowed all of Dabi’s faint moans, leaning closer to the kiss. Despite having his bottom face burned, his lips were soft. Rough– but smooth, so kissable. He enjoyed all of his kisses with Dabi, enjoying how Dabi writhe beneath him.

He backed away from the kiss, looking at the panting Dabi. “Fuck you…” Y/N chuckled at his curses. The H/C knew it was… like his love language, the only way he could communicate his feelings. Of course, he knew it would change after a few touches soon.

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“You’re so cute, Touya..” Y/N grinned, watching as Dabi twitched and squirmed beneath him, sweat beads trailing down his sensitive body. His chest heaved heavily, trying to keep up with Y/N’s pace. “Y-You’re a fucking beast..” Touya managed to say between breaths. Y/N snickered. He enjoyed watching the villain writhe underneath him, he knew how quick he would melt under his gentle and warm touch.

“You want more?” Dabi gasped, feeling Y/N’s fingers curled in his entrance. He bit his tongue, not wanting to let out any sounds. The base didn’t have the best walls, making it difficult for him to make all the sounds he wanted. The H/C noticed his suppression and laughed again. He didn’t know why he was laughing and finding things humorous lately.

Perhaps it was because of his lover?

He shrugged to himself, causing a raised brow from Dabi. Y/N shook his head, getting his head back to their situation. He looked down and noticed how Touya was clenching on his fingers, making him grin a mischievous grin.

“Oh?” He raised a brow, his cocky and mischievous grin visible. Touya just huffed, looking away which was something Y/N did not like. He grabbed Dabi’s chin harshly with his free hand and forced him to look at him. “Touya. Look at me.” Dabi immediately received a shiver down his spine.

He was so desperate to thrust his hips up, but Y/N’s glare prevented him from doing so. His eyes were fully on Y/N’s. Watching his eyebrows furrow and his eyes squinted in annoyance. “Ignoring me, hm?” He shook his head, rolling his eyes.

Seeing Dabi’s bratty attitude, he curled his fingers just right. The tip of his index finger grazed on Dabi’s prostate, causing him to arch his back in shock, gasping. “Such a brat,” he spat, pushing his fingers further in and curling them to press brutally on his prostate.

The ravenhead immediately let out a high-pitched moan, his back arching and his hips thrusting up along with his back. His eyes slowly rolled to the back of his head, feeling a spark shot up his body.

He could hear Y/N’s taunting chuckles, enjoying his reaction. He looked down, trying to look intimidating. But his glossy eyes weren't much help. He was one of the best villains, a notorious one! But he melts at just a soft touch from his partner. And he hated it. He hated being vulnerable. He didn’t want to admit that he loves every single soft warm touch he receives from his lover.

He didn’t want to admit that he loves getting punished, being a brat and receiving his punishment was thrilling to him. It was like the thrill of not getting caught by heroes with just a hair, however the feeling was much greater than the thrill of not getting caught.

He loved it in a way.

“I think you're ready.” Dabi’s attention turned back to Y/N who had taken his fingers out of his ass and started to buckle his belt open. His eyes immediately widened.

“Really?” he asked in a hushed tone, his voice a bit hoarse. Y/N raised a brow at his question. “Of course, unless.. You don’t want it? Cause if so-” Dabi immediately shook his head. Touya didn’t want him to stop! He was already this far in so why not finish with it?

“Just… Get it over with.” He growled softly at the sight of Y/N taunting smirk. “Beg, love.” Touya huffed deeply.

He didn’t want to beg! Why should he beg?

But seeing how he was so close to getting what he wanted, seeing the tent growing on Y/N’s boxers.. His body couldn’t stop the shiver from going down his spine.

“-ease..” Y/N hummed in confusion. “Hm?” He tilted his head to the side. Dabi groaned a bit in embarrassment. ‘Fuck…’ Touya thought to himself. He hesitated when he said, “please… sir..” And the moment he said that, Y/N smiled. A genuine and soft smile, not one of his taunting and annoying smirks.

“Such a good boy, hm?” Touya whimpered slightly at the praise. He enjoyed praise, more than he would admit it. He loved how he would feel himself getting so close just by praise. “Good boy” ; “sweet boy” ; “baby” were pet names that he could never ignore.

He knew he was slowly losing it.

“C’mon, you can take it. Be a good boy for me.” Touya whimpered, feeling Y/N’s cock pulse inside of him. He could feel Y/N getting bigger by the second and he was desperate for a release. “Too– much!” he managed to choke out. Y/N only smiled, feigning to touch his cock. “You can take it.” Touya shook his head profusely, not wanting anything more.

But he never said stop.

Y/N grabbed Touya’s bruised hips tightly and put all in his strength to fuck the brains out of Touya. He choked on his own saliva as he felt Y/N’s powerful thrusts, feeling his tip hit his prostate flawlessly. “F-Fuck!” he cursed, throwing his head back. He bit his bottom lip, causing his lip to die a crimson red, a color familiar to him.

“You wanna come, don’t you?” Touya nodded, his eyes closed but his mouth agape, breathing heavily. “Then stop being a brat.” Y/N thrust his hips right against Touya, knocking the air out of his lungs. He gasped, feeling his climax climbing. His cock was red and throbbing, begging for release.

He lowers his head, just enough to look at Y/N. The H/C's eyes are closed and his brows furrowed. His hips continued to move hard, sending shocks through the black-haired male.

The villain could feel a knot tightening in his stomach by the second, his climax reaching its limit. He was ready to explode, but Y/N’s thumb on his cock’s slit caused him to dry-orgasmed several times, feeling overstimulated and wanting more.

“Pl-Plea– se! F..Fu-Fuck!!” he managed to choke out. Y/N’s thrusts slowly became sloppier by each “uh” from Touya’s mouth. He could feel his cock twitch in anticipation for his climax release. He grabbed Y/N’s body closer to his, his nails clawing at Y/N’s back– creating marks along his back– marking him as did Y/N did on him.

Feeling his climax reaching its peak, he thrusted his hips all the way in, causing Touya to arch his back. His eyes rolled back and his mouth was agape, drooling as he let out a loud moan. Touya’s cock twitched one last time before squirting his semen all over his stomach– some even reached his face. Y/N released all his cum inside of Touya, filling him to the brim.

He breathed heavily as he came from his high. He reached over to Touya’s cock and slowly stroked it, allowing Touya to get through his own high. Touya whimpered at the touch and looked down at Y/N who lazily stroked it.

“Y..You bastard…” Y/N looked up with a smirk and a snicker, leaning forward to give a peck on his sweaty forehead.

"I know." —

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with-my-calamitous-love · 10 months ago

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I��LL SPEND FOREVER WONDERIN’ IF YOU KNEW…

touya todoroki x reader

you first met touya in winter. similarly, you fell in love and said goodbye in winter. now when the snow falls, he thinks of you.

part 1/2

inspired by enchanted

there he was again, early morning. sekoto peak on a brisk, winter evening. just shy of 8 years old, with fire blazing valiantly.

around others, he’s used to forcing laughter and faking his smiles. he hides that inter turmoil well, determined to carry the mantel of endeavour’s firstborn son. but just because he carries it well, doesn’t mean it isn’t heavy.

he’s in this same old tired, lonely place. the trees act as walls on insincerity, isolating him on this hill. his flames are controlled, ignoring that slight pain he feels in his palms when the red and oranges shoot out from his hands. the winter chill helps to keep him cool. he doesn’t need a jacket, anyway.

the snow drowns out most noises, as do most winter days. but he still catches the sound of soft, padding footsteps crunching in the snow.

all of what he’s feeling vanishes when he sees your face.

its rare, seeing someone his age. two kids, shy and precocious in the middle of winter. he’s the first to speak.

“…what are you doing out here?”

“i could ask you the same thing.”

kids are brats.

he huffs, his breath visible in the contrast to the cool air. “well, i asked you first.”

“going for a walk.” you hum, moving closer to him. you take not of the several burns on the trees, black and withered.

you can’t help but notice his lack of a jacket, though he seems unbothered by it. you’re here, mittens, jacket and scarf keeping you warm, while he’s in nothing but a thin sweater. “aren’t you… y’know, cold?”

he smiles, proud. “no. i have my fire.”

and he’s proud to have it, even if it will inevitably kill him.

but you two are kids, and neither of you know that. in your childhood brains, the only thing that matters is whats in front or you. so you spend the rest of the day chatting, walking around the seemingly enchanted forest. snowball fights turn into snowmen, and eventually graduates into laying in the snow, making snow angels.

“i like winter.” you hum, staring up at the snow tricking onto your face. “most people hate it. they think its cold, and wet, and dark.”

touya stopped moving for a second. he hummed and considered your words. he had heard people he knew in the past speak like that, namely his younger siblings that craved warmth.

"maybe they just don’t like snow." he says quietly, shrugging while drawing random lines in the snow. "you like it, though?"

you nod.

“for all its coldness, theres tenderness in winter to. the sky is light and pink when it snows at night. its quiet, and still.”

theres a certain secrecy to this moment that he feels when he hears your words. childhood friendship is a precious thing, something you never get back. the heroes and the villains of the world don’t matter, and anything important is reserved for a later time. right now, blanketed by snow, touya made one true friend. how enchanted he was to meet you.

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years pass, and you and touya are thrust into adolescence. his hair has changed, now a frosted white that matches the current season. you’re walking home from school together, though he’s got his hands shoved in his pocket like a little kid. not because he’s cold, but because he’s frustrated.

he’s taking his time, pacing back and forth. he almost doesn’t want to return home. thinking about it makes him clench his fists, the annoyance he felt quickly morphing into anger. when he’d come home, he’d be met with all that pain, all over again. the thought of his father focusing all his energy and attention on his little brother, all because touya wasn’t "good enough" to be his successor, was haunting. its what kept him up at night.

“it’s just not fair.” he mutters, and you instantly know what he’s referring to. “all that work… for what? he doesn’t even know i exist.”

words fail at times like this. you could tell him that its not true, but it is. you could tell him not to care, but he still will. you could tell him that you love him… but would he listen?

so instead, you opt to hold his hand. your fingers are cold against his naturally warm ones. you pretend not to notice the rough texture of his palms, evidence of his training.

the snow begins to trickle down again, falling like a crown on your head. tonight, you’re sparkling, and he doesn’t want to let you go. turquoise eyes look at you, wonderstruck as your nose begins to turn that winterish shade of pink. he almost blushes when he sees you tightening your scarf, forgetting he’s supposed to take you home.

“i just,” you sigh, taking both his hands in yours so you can both see the damage beginning to fester on his skin. “i don’t know. i don’t want you training too hard. it’s hurting you, i can tell.”

“i-its not.” he lies, breath visible in the winter air. he tries his best to hide the wince in his eye when you rub your thumbs up and down the burns on his hands.

“i just… i don’t wanna lose you.” you say.

he doesn’t wanna lose this either. you, and him, standing in the winter. he prays that this is the first page, that this is only the first of many winters he hopes to have with you.

“you won’t.” he smiles. “i promise.”

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you learn about the accident not through the news, or through his family, but rather through seeing the eruption of blue flames on the hill where you two met.

at first, you cried every day. you prayed that he’d wake up, that this isn’t where the story line ends. seeing him laying there, as the years go on, and as the snow falls inevitably, felt unreal.

its been a lonely 3 years without his sassy remarks and his warm hands. you can still feel that warmth, even in his coma. you hold his hands as his body lays there, the only indicator of his survival the beeps of the heart monitor.

his burns are so much more apparent now almost purple against his pale, snowy skin. he doesn’t know it, but you’ve visited him everyday since he first arrived. through every summer, spring, autumn through every god damn winter, you’ve been here.

you’d whisper things he’d never hear, eyes occasionally wandering to the snow falling outside the winter. its a reminder of how much time has passed, how much you’ve lost without him.

and though you don’t know it, he’s mourning it as well. he’s forced to hold back his words, like he’s leaving too soon.

selfishly, he hopes that in these three years, you haven’t fallen in love with someone else. that you don’t have someone else waiting on you when you leave.

its the opposite, actually. you don’t have anyone waiting on you, when you’re waiting on touya to come back.

normally, you’re alone in his room. so you almost don’t catch when the door opens and closes behind you. at first, you think its just a nurse checking in. but the silence makes you turn your head.

shes got the same hair as touya, snowy white. but her eyes are this grey color that you can tell once sparkled. shes just as confused as you are, even when you stand up from your chair but still continue to hold touya’s hand.

“i-i.. sorry. i’m just visiting.” you say, like you’ve committed a crime. you haven’t done anything wrong.

she shakes her head, taking a few steps closer and assuring you its okay. the fact that you’re so close to her son, holding his hand isn’t lost on her.

theres words she wants to say as well, words that fall on deaf ears. you wonder why its only her visiting.

“i’m sorry, dear.. who are you?” she brakes the silence, realizing she isn’t actually sure who you are. how would she know anyway?

“i’m his friend.” you say, quietly. “[y/n].”

she nods, though she wonders how she didn’t know that. her first son, the first love of her life, had a friend close enough to visit and hold his hand even through this period of winter.

if anything, she’s grateful for it.

theres a few more beats of silence, before she speaks again. her voice is quiet, but her pain speaks volumes.

“i tried to stop him.” she says, staring at her son. “i… i didn’t want this.”

its enough to bring tears to your eyes, nodding understandably. “me too.”

and theres that moment of understanding between the two of you. like snowflakes falling onto the same patch of ground, you both knew that this was inevitable. eventually, touya’s fire would consume him. eventually, he’d burn too.

theres nothing you two can say to make this better. so you sit there in comfort, winter silence before eventually saying goodnight.

you leave, quietly accepting that you’ll be all alone.

and the next day, he wakes up.

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burntbirdss · 15 days ago

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Pretty boy🩵

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orirocks · 1 year ago

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Live-in Boyfriend! Dabi/Touya who is highly curious about your self-care routine. The creams, the scrubs, the tools, the processes, and all the smells that permeate the house when you’re having yourself a spa day in your shared space. He watches as you scrub your body in the shower with this paste. What did you call it? “Unicorn dreams”? It was rainbow colored and smelled like mangos and guava. He liked it. He liked when you used it and he cuddled up to you in bed that night he could smell it on your skin and it made him feel like he was in paradise. He’d pull you closer and bury his face in your neck and inhale deeply, it always made him feel good. He would watch when you brought out that awful looking metal thing you used to get rid of any zits you’d have and look on in awe/disgust of the stuff that came out of your face. He watched as you washed your face with this herby smelling green goo and then roll this pink stone (he thinks it might be rose quartz? He remembers you saying it was rose quartz) thing over your face and how it seemed to soothe your previously swollen skin. He would join you in your “bath nights” You and him would shower, clean the tub, and fill it up with hot ass water, sprinkle some stuff in it that makes it smell like lavender and lemon, and he’d sit with you in the tub and was fascinated by the fizzy thing moving on top of the water leaving rainbows and glitter in its wake. He’d watch you do all this, interested by all of it but unless it was the bath, never participated in it. Why should he? His skin was, uh less than perfect he would say. He wasn’t worried about a zit when his face was 70% burned. He liked the shampoo you used but didn’t think it mattered about what he used, as long as it washed out some of the ash in his hair, he wasn’t worried about it. He didn’t think self-care was for someone like him, someone who didn’t care about themselves. But you noticed every time he watched you exfoliate, lotion, cleanse, shampoo, and wash yourself with all your products. He looked like he wanted to join. You knew he didn’t know who to ask for the things he wanted. So, you have him join you. On one of your spa nights you call for him from you guys bathroom. He walks in the bathroom to see two fluffy head bands with a huge bow on them. “This one’s for you, and this is mine!” He looks confused but lets you put on the Hello Kitty head band anyway. You wash his face, teach him how to apply a mask, watch and advise him as he exfoliates his face and you give him his own rose quartz face roller that he’s definitely obsessed with once he uses it. After a long and relaxing shower, you and him put on some eye masks while you drink some fruity water and watch some Twitch streams. Dabi feels, good. He feels clean, he feels taken care of. He’s happy, he smells like mangos and guavas, his skin feels soft and jiggly like a pudding. He likes self-care and he’s happy that you’re the only who showed him that he’s worth it.

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dawn-moths · 6 months ago

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"our shadows glitter on the snow"

dabi/touya x female reader

word count: 5,700+

(you and touya enjoy an impromptu snow day together, but even amongst the cold, things always have the chance to get heated...)

tags: 18+ content! minors dni! takes place in my cerulean gaze au, established relationship, mostly fluff with smut the end, size difference, teasing and foreplay, brief moments of rough sex, aftercare and bathing together.

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the freshly fallen snow lays over the city like a glittering blanket, so much white shining through the frost-kissed windows, illuminating your cozy little apartment and causing you to blink open your bleary eyes earlier than you’re used to.

the cold seeps in through the glass and you shift closer to touya, nuzzling against him, trying to steal some of his ever present warmth. in response, he pulls you closer, wrapping both his wiry, ink-covered arms around your dozing form, murmuring out some sleepy, incoherent nonsense as you lay your head against his chest, listening to his heart, the steady rhythm of it lulling you back to sleep. he takes a deep breath, chest expanding against you before retreating back again. you snuggle even nearer to him, chasing after this closeness that you've come to rely on so much.

“so cold…” you eventually mumble, shifting yet again and stirring touya further awake, until you finally lift your head to gaze out the bedroom window, squinting as the winter’s sharp brightness fills your vision to the brim. at first, you’re confused, wondering why the world beyond the bedroom is flooded with so much white, but then you remember the weather forecast you’d heard in passing last night while you and touya had been cooking dinner together and it hits you.

"touya..." you whisper following a small, excited gasp, gently trying to shake him further awake. "touya— look, look!"

grumbling upon being forced the rest of the way awake, he lifts his head, hair all tousled and thrown into even more disarray than usual as he cranes his neck to see out the window.

when he doesn't seem to engage in the same enthusiasm as you do, you say, "it snowed!" as if he's missing the point and you're helping him understand. as if something truly unbelievable— something extraordinary— occurred in the night and you're the first living soul to discover it.

touya mumbles something you don't quite catch (though, in hindsight, sounded a lot like "congratulations" frosted over with thick, slurred sarcasm) as he flops his head back down against his pillow and turns onto his side, making it clear he'd like at least another half an hour of rest before rising for the day.

you both have today off from work, after all.

it's not very often that you get to indulge in sleeping in together.

so you let him have his extra thirty minutes, forcing yourself to return to cuddling up to his side, this time being the one to wrap your arms around him from behind and breathing in deep as the familiar scent of his skin fills your brain with a calming haze. touya reaches to where one of your little hands is resting over his waist and gently grasps it in his own, shifting your arm's position so that it's draped over his bare chest after placing a soft kiss to the back of your knuckles, seeming much more content once he feels your body relaxing against his own once more.

in the end, you both take an extra hour before finally feeling ready to roll out of bed, touya quickly slipping on a hoodie as soon as the covers are gone to shield him from the biting cold he loathes so much. meanwhile, you saunter over to the thermostat and turn it up a few degrees before heading for your quaint little kitchen and putting the coffee on.

"thanks, baby," touya says, the rasp in his voice even more prominent at this time of the morning, as you pass him his coffee, having prepared it in his favorite mug. normally it's him who's in charge of the beloved morning ritual, but now that both of you have learned each other's desired preferences to perfection, touya trusts you to prepare his for him on occasion.

with your own hot drink in hand, you join him on the couch, unable to peel your gaze from the cityscape beyond the window, the rooftops and roads dazzling in the mid-morning's light. meanwhile, touya absentmindedly flips through the channels until he finds the news, which has nearly concluded, only enough airtime left on the scheduled program to catch the end of the week's weather report.

"well, it seems the snow's here to stay," the meteorologist remarks in a chipper tone. "at least, for the remainder of the week..." as he begins to dive into the predicted forecast and temperatures, touya's attention wanders back to you.

"what is it?" he asks. you've been gazing out the window the entire time, your mug clutched between your warmed hands, and you start a little once you realize he's talking to you.

"what? oh—" you hide a small grin behind the cautious sip you take from your mug, buying yourself a moment before answering, "i was just thinking..." touya slightly tilts his head at you, curious. "when was the last time you went out in the snow?"

touya's expression shifts. "went out in the snow...?" he repeats. "well, it snowed last year, didn't it?"

you let out a gentle, tired chuckle and lean forward to set your mug on the coffee table before making yourself more comfortable tucked against his side. "no, i mean, like, really went out in it? like played in it?"

now it's touya's turn to let some minor amusement slip though, one side of his lips quirking up into a crooked smirk. "played in it..." he takes a moment to think.

most of his childhood is a watercolor blur, one memory fading into another and another and another until most of the images are warped and smudged, colors that were once soft and pale soon streaked over with stark crimson and onyx, leaving behind only the feeling. the fear. the trauma. the rage.

his teenage years are slightly more vivid, but so much of it consists of physical sensations, of bruises and beatings and broken ribs, of sharp needles piercing and marking his skin one scar at a time. the danger. the noise. the chaos.

and of course there's the fire, too. the heat. the flames. the fury at which so much of it had burned.

there's the taste of bitter ash and blood in the back of his mouth.

there's the cigarettes and dry pills that stuck in his throat.

there's the words he spit with venom. the threats, the vows of vengeance.

and then, suddenly, after so many tumultuous, terrifying storms, the clouds seemed to part to let in a single ray of light.

suddenly, just when he'd begun to believe all his life would ever be was suffering and the vicious solitude that came with it, then came you.

but, to your question, there is one memory he thinks he can recall. one that's pulled from so far back that he even thinks the other figure present to accompany him in it is his mother, though, now, he can hardly remember her face. he can only recall the color of her hair, as pure white as the freshly fallen snow, and hear her laugh when he'd stumbled and fell into the powdery fluff that came up to his waist at the time, the sound as clear and joyous as a windchime's jingle.

"hmmm... can't remember," he lies with a casual shrug.

one day, he'll tell you everything he can remember about her. but, for now, he'd like to keep such a sacred memory to himself.

another hour comes to pass as reruns of an old reality show you used to love plays on the tv, touya giving a rather amusing, as well as sardonic, commentary as a first-time viewer. by the end of the next episode you both find yourselves in desperate need of breakfast, so you cook together and eat on the couch, continuing with the reality show's throwback marathon, your boyfriend begrudgingly becoming more invested with every episode, despite the fact that he tries to play it off like everyone on the program is stupid in some way, shape or form.

"just admit it," you tease him. "you love to hate it."

"well, yeah," he smirks, guilty as charged. "isn't that kinda the point?"

you chuckle to yourself, glad that he's beginning to see the appeal of trash reality tv. it's fun to criticize the dumb decisions of other people, to say things like "if that was me i would..." or "i can't believe she..." as if you'd ever be in half of the ridiculous situations these people find themselves in. but touya's full of jokes and banter this morning, setting the tone for a good, lighthearted day, even if it's just going to be a lazy one spent inside. but then that feeling tugs at you again, and so you ask touya if he might be willing to indulge you for a walk around the neighbourhood anytime soon.

"why? so you can slip on the ice and sprain your ankle so i have to carry you all the way home?" he sarcastically jokes, only teasing you further when you seem to take offense that he'd think you'd be that careless or clumsy.

you insist you won't slip, that you'll walk slow, that you just want to enjoy the scenery before it's severely trodden over and salted out by the city. besides, the world never seems more quiet or magical than after it's just snowed. even if it's fleeting, you take comfort in that small dose of mystical, childlike whimsy.

so touya gives in. he can't help it, not when you look at him with so much sincerity. after the end of the current episode you guys are watching, you both slip into your snow boots, zip yourselves up into warm, puffy coats, grab your scarves, hats, and mittens, and then it's out into the cold you and touya go.

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despite hating the winter with such a burning passion, touya is actually able to find a few small joys in accompanying you this afternoon. because walking amidst the freezing temperature means getting to hold your hand the entire time. it means getting to watch your face light up when you point out the cute little snow sculptures people have already left near benches or beside storefronts, your cheeks all rosy and eyes sparkling with genuine delight that someone, whether a shop owner or a child, took the time to leave a frosty little friend behind for all those who passed by to admire while the winter’s kiss still lingered on the pavement's lips.

clutching tight to touya every so often so you don’t slip, you make your way to the park where the icicles cling to the statue dancing at the center of the fountain that lies in the heart of the park, her billowing dress of smooth stone sparkling like diamonds beneath the midday glow, a crystal fringe hanging from the hem of her skirt. the water that lies beneath her is frozen solid this time of year, all the coins that have been tossed in and wished upon during the warmer seasons taunting those who come close enough to peer down into the surface.

around the central hub, where buskers will sing come summer and local cafes and bakeries will set up food stalls on weekends in the spring, there are a few different sculptures made of snow scattered about. It looks like so far the miss-mashed little family consists of a dog, a turtle, several misshapen snow-children, and perhaps a bigger, older parental figure of some sort.

you ask touya if you guys should add to the family, and at first he seems hesitant, making a joke about how he thinks the snow-being in charge of so many other, littler snow-babies must have a lot on their plate already.

“then let’s make us!” you say, so genuine in your suggestion that touya doesn't have the heart to turn the idea down. it reminds him how, despite everything he put you through way back when, you were still so innocent after it all. how you haven’t lost those delicate, wondrous parts of yourself that played such a big part in the reason he'd fallen in love with you in the first place.

so, for the next hour or so, the two of you get to work at creating snow-likenesses of each other.

“ok, my hair doesn’t look like that,” touya comments with a chuckle when he looks over to check on your process with his snow figure.

“what do you mean? yes it does.” you respond, unable to contain your laughter as you stick another big icicle into the top of the snowman’s head. you take a peek at his work and then say, now bursting out with a laugh, “and what about me? you didn't even give me any hair!"

he shoots back, saying he just hadn't gotten to it yet, and you pick up some loose snow and fling it towards him, causing him to toss a small, lightly packed snowball your way, which in turn earns him an even bigger one right back, and you both decide to call it quits before things can get too out of hand and your snow people end up caught in the crossfire.

"alright..." touya finally declares, trudging over to you and pulling you into his arms, hugging you tight to his chest as he continues to walk a few lazy paces, making you feel as if you might tumble backwards, though he'd never let you fall. you look up at him, the stark darkness of his inky hair sticking out from the electric blue beanie you'd bought for him last winter standing out against the grey-white sky above. he flashes you one of those devilishly charming smirks before letting you go, yet still makes sure to keep you close. "whad'ya say we go 'n get some hot chocolate or somethin'?"

you reply with a beam and a nod, knowing hot chocolate would hit the spot right about now, and the two of you head downtown to your favorite cafe— touya's cafe, the one he's been working at since leaving his old life behind and beginning this new one with you— where one of his boisterous co-workers, jin, greets the two of you as soon as you walk in and the bell above the door chimes.

"sup!" the older blonde man exclaims as soon as he slides the next hot to-go cup of black coffee towards the edge of the pickup counter and shouts out the name "aizawa", at which point a slightly disheveled and tired looking dark-haired man shuffles forward to claim it as he slips a small tip into the jar next to the cash register. "how you guys doin'?! wha'cha been up to?"

you tell jin, who you've become decently familiar with over the past year, that you and touya went to the park and made snowmen together. jin leans forward over the counter and shifts his gaze from you to touya, who still has the evidence of being hit by a snowball or two clinging to his coat, then back to you again as he whispers, "did you hit touya with a snowball for me?"

playing along, you lean in and whisper mischievously back, "oh yeah, he didn't even see it coming..."

touya and jin exchange some lighthearted smalltalk for a few minutes before jin glances at the clock and says, "y'know what. it's my break. why don't we grab a table for a few?" as he unties his apron and rounds the counter.

there doesn't appear to be anyone else around to cover him, but when you bring this up he assures you that it's been a slow day anyway so it's not a big deal. the three of you chat, banter, and laugh until the afternoon rush begins to pick up and forces jin back to his station behind the counter. he makes you a hot chocolate to go and swears it's on the house when touya tries to pay him for it.

"thank you, jin!" you smile as he slides the paper cup your way before moving on to serve the next customer approaching the counter, warning you that he made it extra hot, just the way you like it.

"see you tomorrow!" jin calls to touya as the two of you prepare to exit the cafe.

"yeah... bright n' early..." touya drones with defined dismay, clearly already dreading having to wake up to an alarm tomorrow morning.

but with that, you and touya head home, you cupping your hot chocolate between your mittened hands, sipping at it cautiously as you walk beside touya, one of his arms slung loosely around your waist, the tracks of your boots nearly overlapping over one another as they follow behind you in the snow.

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once the two of you were home, you'd changed out of your big, puffy coats, hats, scarves, and heavy snow boots, and into more comfortable clothes. it wasn't even dark out yet, was barely four pm, but with the winter weighing the sun down quicker than usual this time of year, you knew it wouldn't be long until the sky began to fade to an even drearier shade, forcing you to fall drowsy soon after dinner.

"pajamas?" touya remarked with a somewhat teasing tone when he saw you pulling your favorite pair of sleep sweatpants from one of the dresser drawers. he was leaning in the bedroom doorway, arms crossed over his chest, the wild spikes of his hair only somewhat tamed flat in certain areas from where his beanie had fought to wrestle them down. "hope you're not plannin' on tappin' out on me already."

you shot him a playful smirk from over your shoulder and hummed out a mischievous little note before turning from the dresser and beginning to peel off the several layers of your outdoor clothes. "course not..." you replied, though, you couldn't guarantee you wouldn't give in to the urge to rest your eyes if you found yourself cuddled up to him on the couch later, which was, as you both knew, fully inevitable.

he watched as you pulled one shirt over your head, then another, not even trying to hide the way those striking blues scanned the exposed skin of your half-bare body, his gaze half-lidded and hungry. you could sense it in him, could guess what sorts of ideas were playing through his head right about now, but you forced yourself to act none the wiser. at least, for the time being.

"can i borrow one of your t-shirts, pleeeeeaaaaase?" you asked with a sugary lilt to your voice as you sat on the edge of the bed to pull down your jeans and slip on the oversized sweatpants. and, god, the pure, perfected sweetness that dripped from your voice made him crazy. he liked it when you played just as dirty as he did, don't get him wrong, but there was something about the feeling of corrupting such a seemingly innocent, good girl like yourself that never failed to rile him up even more.

touya's throat bobbed with a particularly hard swallow, taking a beat to admire you looking over at him from the edge of the bed, half-dressed, doe-eyed, before pushing off from the doorway and heading to the drawer where he kept his t-shirts, shifting through a few of them before pulling out the one he knew you loved most.

"thank yoooou..." you said, sing-song like, as he approached you to hand it over. he was closer now, his silence only punctuating the fact that he currently saw all of this as one of the many forms of domestic foreplay the two of you had participated in before.

and you, also being well versed in these kind of slow, savoring games you and him had grown accustomed to practicing, only did more to tease him, knowing that, the more you withheld now, the more he would give you later. so you slipped his t-shirt over your head, shaking out your hair from the neck of it, and reached up the back to unclasp your bra, pull it out from underneath, and toss it aside.

why hand over the view you knew he craved when it would be so much more fun to make him work for it a little harder?

"movie?" touya then asked, the insinuation the husky lowness of his voice implied betraying the casual inquiry.

"mm-hmm," you nodded, once again falling into his orbit, magnetized to his touch.

so, while you cued up a film and touya reheated last night's takeout leftovers for the two of you, you also got to work crafting the pillows and blankets on the couch into the coziest arrangement. while you waited for him, already settled into your little nook, you held the fabric of his t-shirt to your nose, the scent of him clinging to it, soothing you, lulling you.

who were you kidding.

once he was beside you, you weren't going to stand a chance at staying awake.

unless he had something to say about it, of couse.

halfway through the movie, you'd finished snacking on the leftovers, calling it an early dinner since you had a feeling after such an eventful day you were going to want to seek the refuge of your bed early tonight, and since it was a film the two of you had seen before, you didn't feel too bad about indulging in the aforementioned resting of your eyes.

it didn't take long for touya to catch onto this, and so he decided it was time to let out some of those pent up ideas he'd begun scheming about earlier...

his hand, which had been resting against the dip of your waist from under the t-shirt, snaked further around your body, taking his time to trace your soft skin with his calloused fingertips, the roughness of them causing a trail of goosebumps to raise over your ribs.

inhaling a long, deep breath, your tired eyes fluttered back open, pupils blown wide with relaxation, even as you squinted at him and muttered with that deviously playful lilt, "touyaaa... what are you doing?"

your boyfriend tried to keep a straight face but one of those up-to-no-good smirks still peeked through, there and then gone again like a wink of light glinting off a sharp object. "nothing..." he lied, the word upturning with blatant mischief. "just close your eyes," he told you, lowering his voice back to a soothing murmur.

you stared at him for a few more seconds, his gaze not moving from the tv as the final act of the film began to play. touya's hand hadn't so much as twitched from where it rested on you now, his warm palm splayed over the area just below your breast, lying in wait until you inevitably let your guard down again.

before long, the sounds from the tv all began to fade into a hazy, incoherent blur of noise as you felt your body sink heavy with oncoming sleep. touya could tell the exact moment that you were falling under, could feel the change in your breathing with your body pressed so close against his. slowly, gently, as if not to wake you, his hand inched further up under your borrowed t-shirt, cupping your breast in his hand, savoring the familiar, soft weight of it.

he was perhaps able to get away with that maneuver for a good ten seconds before you were stirring back awake, at which point you spoke his name in another one of those fake-warning tones, though not before you pressed yourself just that much further into his welcome touch.

once he knew you were fully awake, he became more bold in his ministrations, taking one of the tender buds between his thumb and forefinger, teasing it until it hardened and peaked. you gasped and sighed at the sensation, feeling the warm, pleasant buzz of arousal coming to life at the core of you, shifting slightly to turn from your side onto your back for him, a wordless surrender.

touya was still watching the movie, or at least half watching, only flicking his eyes to you here and there momentarily to gauge your reactions.

he intended to make you work for his attention today, too, it seemed.

it isn't until you let out a soft, delicate whine when he pinches just a little too hard that he locks eyes with you, the blue of his gaze so startlingly striking at times that it still nearly takes your breath away.

"please, touya..." you whimper, face flushed hot and insides flooded with honey-sweet pleasure. "please, i need you to—"

but he's already pulling you up to straddle his lap, handling you like he's the sculptor and you're the clay, like he knows he can mould you any which way he pleases and all you can do is follow his lead and trust the process. only, there's one problem...

"these gotta go," he says, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of your oversized sweatpants. while he's confident there's more than enough room for his hands to work within the confines of them, he'd much rather have options.

but he doesn't have to say anything else. you're peeling them off before he's even finished the sentence to leave them in a puddle of grey, fleecey fabric on the floor. now, in his t-shirt and your panties, these ones of a pale periwinkle lace, one of touya's favorites, the artist can get to work.

the blanket stays curled halfway around your waist, close to joining your sweatpants at the foot of the couch until touya readjusts it, wanting to keep his baby comfortable and warm, watching as a wave of chills raises over your exposed thighs, wispy hairs standing on end.

you lean in to kiss him first but soon he's the one in control. with a strong but careful grip he pulls you closer still, coaxing your legs further apart until your core is pressed hard against the shameless bulge that's quickly formed beneath his own cozy sweatpants.

feeling a spark of pleasure, you whine, touya licking into your mouth to taste the delicious little sound. with one hand secure at the small of your back, the other finds its way between your bodies, grazes against where he can feel you're already wet for him, periwinkle lace unable to hide your want, your need.

"christ..." he breaths, dragging a lithe finger along your pulsing center, feeling you shiver and jolt at such a simple touch.

when his mouth pulls back slightly for your own, you chase after him, your little fingers carding through the inky tufts at the base of his neck, the gentle motions both satiating him and spurring him on.

"don't stop," you nearly gasp as he slips two fingers into the side of the ruined lace, the pleasure so much more saccharine without a barrier, no matter how thin, between you and his skillful touch.

"don't worry..." he nearly growls, every ounce of possessiveness and adoration and impatience and protectiveness colliding inside of him. "i won't."

just like always, it's ecstasy, and he has you coming undone before he's so much as slipped one finger inside of you, your voice clipping off on a wanton moan, the film on the tv all but forgotten. you shudder and tense and a whispered swear is punched out of him at the sight of you, at the feeling of how readily you coat his fingers in glistening slick.

"fuck, baby..." he breathes into your neck. "are you—"

but you cut him off with another kiss, body still buzzing with euphoria before the comedown truly kicks in. after a few moments, touya takes your action as an invitation to keep going, slipping two of his fingers into your soaking cunt with ease, swallowing another one of the sweet little sounds you let out when he begins to stretch you.

as he preps you, taking his time, paying attention to every shudder, twitch, or sigh your body gives him in response, you begin sucking little bruises against his neck, soon having an entire colony of them running up his throat. he's sure jin will tease him about it at work tomorrow and if his boss is around he might give him hell, but it'll be worth it. when it's you, it's always worth it.

touya groans, and you can feel the vibration of it against your lips, nipping him here or there just to keep him on his toes. when you bite, he scissors his fingers just that much wider inside of you, making you whine or wince. it's yet another little game the two of you play; trading pleasure for pleasure and pain for pain, maintaining a sense of balance.

then he's losing his cool, pulling his fingers from you, leaving you painfully empty, but only long enough to push you onto your back and pin you to the couch, impatiently reaching into the waistband of his sweatpants to pull his aching cock free.

you let out a loud, needy moan as he glides his velvety length along your overstimulated core, and all you can do to anchor yourself is to wrap your legs around his waist, locking the two of you in.

touya only intensifies this when he lines himself up with your tight little hole, tells you in a loving whisper to breathe in, then, once you follow his next instructions to breathe out, he buries himself down to the hilt with one harsh thrust and you choke out a sharp cry.

"i know, baby. i know, i know—" he mutters, pressing gentle kisses to your forehead, your temple, all the while massaging soft little circles against your hip to help ease the sudden pain. "god— but you're so good for me..." he continues, biting back a moan as your silky walls squeeze tight around him. "so, so good for me..."

he doesn't wait much longer to start moving. can't, really. he's fought so hard to contain himself that he knows it's not going to take much to have all his own desire spilling over. as his pace begins to pick up speed, you cling to him, wanting him as close as possible to you in every way, and he tries his best to abide by this unspoken request. eventually, every thrust of his hips has your moans crawling higher and higher in pitch, and then you're constricting his cock so hard he nearly stops dead in his tracks, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he lets out a growling whimper, coming mere moments after you do.

and it's so warm here, with him, like this, your two bodies interlocked and tangled together like they never want to be apart again. so you let him stay inside you, paying no mind to the mess between your legs or how there's a slight throbbing ache when he first pulls out.

touya will take care of you, like he always does. before, during, and after.

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the bath runs hot, steam drifting up from the surface, the room fogged over with the scent of the shea butter and vanilla from your bodywash and the candle that was burning. touya ran a wet washcloth gently along your shoulders and back as you leaned forward in the tub, legs hugged into your chest, eyes fluttering closed as you exhale a long, deep breath, sleep once again begging to claim you. it would be so easy to doze off when everything was so warm, so calm.

but you fought to stay awake. at least, until you and touya were cuddled up in bed, ending the day just as it began.

he slowly combed his fingers through your wet hair, carefully tugging a few loose knots free. when he was done, you leaned back to rest against his chest again, taking one of his hands in your own, studying the inked patterns, shapes, and images that ran across his skin as your steady heartbeat fell into time with his. his hands were so big, so beautiful, both slender and rough, long, thin fingers with calloused tips, pale skin stretched taught to show the bones shifting beneath.

eventually, his grip folds over yours, the gentle strength of it only doing more to urge you to let your eyes fall closed, to let his protection envelope you, to trust that he'd watch over you always, no matter what.

but when the water began to run tepid, touya made the executive decision that it was time to get out, dry off, and tuck his baby into bed beside him.

you lay facing each other, limbs loosely tangled beneath the sheets, murmuring the day's final words to one another before submitting to the night.

"touya...?" you muttered, your voice soft and sweet with oncoming sleep.

"what is it, babe?" he asked, his own tone weighed down with drowsiness.

nuzzling in closer to him, you reflected on the day— the brightness of the morning and the excitement it had brought, that childlike wonder that made anything feel possible. the spontaneity of the afternoon,

"nothing..." you grinned, your thoughts fading further and further away. "i just love you, is all..."

touya couldn't help but grin through the dark, smoothing away a few strands of your damp hair before pressing his lips to your forehead. "i love you too, baby..." he sighed, allowing his usually on-guard nature to rest only once you were curled up next to him at the end of the day.

he'd never admit this to you, but sometimes he still had dreams about it all. nightmares. visions his subconscious would torture him with that resulted in a world where he hadn't been able to save you. hadn't been quick enough. hadn't been brave enough. strong enough. smart enough. lucky enough.

he'd jolt awake in the night, heart racing until he felt you warm and breathing, alive and safe beside him.

sometimes you still had nightmares, too.

but, when you dreamed tonight, it would be of pine trees frosted with fluffy, sparkling white and streets painted over with a blanket of powdery down. it would be of the warm hand that held your own, and how your shadows had glittered on the snow.

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eternalera · 6 months ago

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idk why i didnt realize this earlier but touya used his small ice quirk (when he got it awakened) to enhance his flames while shoto uses his flames to enhance his ice mainly. and it perfectly shows who they admired most in their family, shoto admired rei and touya admired endeavor and they were hurt by the both of them. the only difference is how they came back from it. touya thrived and lived on his hate because thats the only way he could survive. shoto on the other hand still held love for his mother and blamed his father for her breakdown, and since then began training his ice quirk.

idk i just thought it was cool.

#touya todoroki #touya bnha #todoroki touya #shouto #toya todoroki #dabi #shoto todoroki #shoto torodoki #mha shoto #bnha dabi #todoroki #todoroki siblings #dabi todoroki #todoroki family #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bnha #mha

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pfpanimes · 1 year ago

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⌕ boku no hero academia 7 - EP 8.

like or reblog if you save/use.

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lura-valentine · 7 months ago

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And the white Dragon Dabi version for @doumadono 😊

Personally, I like the black version better. The blue comes across much better.

➡️ Click here for you black version ⬅️

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baby-tini · 10 months ago

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Driving around at 2 in the morning with Touya and being his little passenger princess as he holds onto your thighs and you both listen to grandson or MISSIO... maybe Corpse?

#baby-tini #dabi x reader #touya x reader #dabi bnha #boku no hero academia dabi #dabi my hero academia #my hero academia dabi #bnha dabi #yandere dabi #mha dabi #dabi #touya fluff #touya #mha touya #touya mha #bnha todoroki #bnha x reader #touya bnha #bnha touya

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wildflowersandbarley333 · 2 months ago

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Warm Winters

ˋ°•*⁀➷ Dabi x reader

reuploaded from @/probablysimpledreams as I'm in the process of moving my works to this blog cw: none <33 just a cute moment with him <33 wc: 1k

The past month has not been kind to the League. After suffering multiple defeats in combat and recruitment efforts, everyone was feeling defeated. Morale was at a low as members sulked around the common room, no one uttering a word.

You laid on the broken couch among the others, mind racing. Was all this really worth it? You asked yourself, picking at the skin around your thumb nail. Are we getting anywhere? What world are we even fighting for? What if-

"IT'S SNOWING!!!" Toga beams with excitement, her voice and clapping hands snapping you out of your troubled thoughts. You run over to the window with Twice and Spinner, smiling as you watch the snow fall down quickly.

"Wanna go check it out? Bet we could grab hot chocolate too," you smile at Toga's excitement regarding your idea. The two of you quickly bundled up, ignoring the snarky remarks and warnings other members threw your way as you two raced outside.

You were always happy when the League had time off like this, time to just exist as the normal people everyone longed to be. You especially felt this way when Toga had the opportunity to be a teenage girl, a smile across your face as you watched her build a mini snow Deku and Ochako as she rambled about her love. Your body shivered as you stood there watching the young girl until it hit you: you grabbed the wrong jacket on your way out the door. Among the excitement of it all, you didn't realize you grabbed one of Dabi's jackets instead of your own. The material was much thinner than what you needed to brace the falling snowing, mentally cursing yourself as the cold grew painful. Before you had the chance to tell Toga you were heading back, the sound of crunching snow became louder and louder.

"You're such an idiot," Dabi's deep voice sent a warm shiver down your spine, causing goosebumps to form as he stood behind you. You turned to face him, noticing that he's holding your fuzzy jacket. You quickly grab it from him, thanking him repeatedly as you throw his jacket off and put yours on. The thick material covers your body and begins warming your cold body up, and Dabi chuckles at the sight of you practically melting under the new warmth. A few moments pass of peaceful silence as you two stand together in the snow, a few feet from where Toga continued playing with her snowman collection.

"I'm surprised you're out here," you finally spoke up, looking up to the sky as the snow continued to fall. The sight was so beautiful, so gentle. "Just didn't imagine you're the type of guy who'd want to be out playing in the snow." You small giggle left your lips as you watched the expression on his face, noticing the hints of embarrassment and annoyance. Despite his cold outer shell, you always noticed how expressive his face would be. He was a man of many emotions that were always trying to escape him, wanting desperately to be seen. And yet somehow you were the only one able to catch onto this, enjoying the game of learning who Dabi truly is under this mask.

"I wanted my jacket back," he shrugged, eyes avoiding yours. As you two spent more and more time together, Dabi was becoming increasingly aware of your ability to see through him. And he had no idea how to feel about it all. It made him feel scared, exposed. He wanted to run away from it, leaving a wall of flames that you'd never dare cross into. But at the same time, it made him excited. He wanted to be seen fully. He wanted to invite you in with the door fully opened, no defenses up. The constant battle between the heart's desire and mind's protection weighed heavily on him.

"Could have just texted me, I would have walked back to the hideout," you hummed. The unnamed tension between you and Dabi was clear to everyone, this included the two of you. While you often found yourself annoyed at his lack of action, you knew that you really didn't have any room to talk. You could just as easily lay all your emotions on the line, but your own fears held you back. I mean it's not like you began walking the villain path because life came easily. You had your own fears and anxieties, your own fear of being seen entirely despite longing for it.

"Your point?" he bites, the hint of anger in his voice would usually be enough to scare anyone off. However you found yourself giggling at his words, heart fluttering as you knew he'd never hurt you. You knew he came out here to see you, to be with you. That fact alone washed a new sense of calmness over you, smile tugging at your lips.

You decided not to push him further, knowing Dabi had his limits when it came to navigating his feelings. Instead you decide to lean against his chest, heart beating faster than usual when you feel his arm wrap around your body. Your face began growing warm as your body was now flushed against his, grip on you tight and secure. The two of you went back to standing in a peaceful and warm silence as the snowflakes continued to fall.

You tilt your head up, looking up to steal a glance at Dabi who was already looking at you. The two of you exchange a smile before turning to look up at the sky, feeling warm despite the cold snow hitting directly on both your faces.

The world doesn't make sense. This fact has brought so much pain and suffering to you and Dabi both. Yet as you stand here feeling warm in the falling snow and safe in the arms of a man you've seen kill before, you discover a new beauty in the world not making sense.

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mika-writes-fanfics · 10 months ago

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Blue-Flamed Forest

Witch!Dabi x Fem!Reader

Tags/Warnings: fantasy AU, medieval AU, witch!Touya, witch!reader, time skip, creampie, mating press, fluff and smut, soft Touya, teasing

Synopsis: Time has now passed since your initial meeting with Touya. You've come to learn more about yourself and your new abilities, all with the gentle guidance of Touya. But... you find yourself feeling more for him than just someone who lives in his home. When he speaks, your mind blanks, too busy on watching the way his lips move to even absorb a word. Your feelings come to a fever pitch when you playfully steal his hat. So what happens when you decide to act on your desires?

Author's note: HAPPY HALLOWEEN (early). Okay so I know I have been gone awhile buuuuut I figure with halloween right around the corner... I should rly get around to showing witch!Touya some love. And so, here you are.

Word Count: 6.2K

Heavily inspired by this art by the lovely shoucolate

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Part Two

It has been some time since you first arrived. You’ve grown accustomed to both life in the forest and life with Touya. The seasons have since changed. All of the trees have shed their leaves and a thin blanket of snow covers the ground. Usually, around wintertime, you’d struggle to stay warm and heat your shop while you drowned in needlework. But now? Touya’s home -no- your home is never cold, the fire always alit with his glowing blue flames. The only struggles you truly face are from attempting to understand runic language and from trying to stay awake with how cozy your home is. Which brings you to now, finding Touya has lost that battle and slumbers peacefully. It’s a sight that makes you smile, seeing him so serene.

He must not have intended to fall asleep, as he’s still wearing his hat. The pointed hat is now crumpled against the chaise. You’re able to really look at him like this, to fully drink in his features; the slope of his nose, his pretty white eyelashes, the contour of his lips… You try to push down these thoughts of yours when they come around, but you can’t help but think he’s quite attractive. It’s becoming increasingly distracting lately. Just the other day, when he was so close to you, attempting to help you understand a particularly confusing spell from his books, you couldn’t stop staring at his lips and thinking about what they would feel like against yours. You can’t even remember what he said then, it’s gotten to be that troublesome for you.

You’re pulled out of your thoughts when he seems to stir in his sleep, brows pinching together as he mumbles incoherently. You knew of his troubles sleeping, but you never had the chance to see what he was talking about, as the two of you slept separately. It seems to you as if he’s having an unpleasant dream. The thought of him having nightmares while you stand there and do nothing doesn’t sit well with you. You don’t want to disturb his slumber, so you decide against awakening him. Instead, you choose to soothe him.

You sit next to him on the available space of the chaise. Your fingers deftly trace the runes on his skin. The contact seems to calm him, as his brow slowly relaxes and his mumbling subsides. You wonder if he has bad dreams often, silently carrying that burden all on his own. The thought makes you determined to get to know him better. You want to become someone he trusts, someone he can rely on. You’ve been grateful for his help in understanding yourself and your new abilities, but you can’t help but worry the relationship has been one-sided, with you disproportionately benefitting while he gets nothing in return. You want to help him too, you’re just not sure how.

You must have been too enamored in your own introspection to notice he had awoken. His eyes flutter open and drearily peer at you. You feel frozen in place.

“Y-you’re awake,” you stutter. Your cheeks feel hot. You turn away as you apologize. “I didn’t mean to wake you, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” he dismisses. His voice is raspier and deeper than normal. Hearing him speak this way sends a tingle down your spine. Your eyes are magnetically drawn to him despite your embarrassment and you glance over at him. He gives you a soft smile as he rubs the remnants of sleep from his eyes. It seems the dregs of drowsiness are wearing off of him, as he flirts, “I wouldn’t mind waking up like that more often.”

“Waking up like what?” you ask, inquisitively.

He merely smirks at you, before clarifying, “To you.” His sweet words make you feel even more flustered.

“You tease me too much, Touya,” you huff.

“I do not,” he defends, sitting up as he denies your accusation and closing some of the distance between you. “I don’t think I do it enough, actually.”

“Well in that case…” you start, before trailing off at the end of your sentence. Touya looks at you expectantly. You snatch his witch’s hat from his head and dodge his reaching hands by leaping up from your spot on the chaise. “Until you stop teasing me, this will be mine.”

You place the hat atop your head. He’s staring at you with a shocked expression. His stunned demeanor makes you a little nervous, causing you to question if your attempt at playfulness has instead insulted him. You try to maintain the lighthearted mood by asking, “What, does it not suit me?”

His mind is flooding with thoughts of you wearing more of his clothes. Or better yet, you in nothing but his hat.

He’s gotta get that damn thing back.

“As much as it does, I’ll be taking that,” he says. You give him a mischievous smile.

“You’ll have to catch me then,” you challenge. And with that, the chase begins. Touya is much quicker than you expected, as he gains on you quickly. You duck and dodge his efforts to snatch the hat from your head. It’s after a particularly close call that you think of a devious idea. You still have the rune marks on your skin from practicing earlier, the letters temporarily stained onto your skin with simple ink. It’s nothing more than a simple spell, something you learned from him, in fact, but maybe it’ll help you prolong this little game. A chair is pulled out ahead of his path, so not as to cause him to trip and hurt himself but to serve as an obstacle, in an attempt to buy yourself a few more seconds. He catches it with his hand and pushes it out of his way.

“It’ll take more than a cheap trick to stop me,” he brags, before resuming the chase.

You maneuver carefully and quickly through the halls. You’re nearing the end of the hall, so you have to make the quick decision to dive into a room. You choose to bolt into your bedroom. It’s rather small and a dead end, but maybe you could figure out a way to dart past him and win this little game. His pace is slower as he enters your room, knowing full well that you’re cornered with nowhere to go. You attempt to run past him, but his arms circle around your waist. He grabs you and spins you around in his arms. You let out a surprised squeal.

“Alright, alright, you win,” you concede, speaking in between giggles. He gently places you down on the ground. You reach up and place his hat back on his head. Your arms seem to hesitate. You don’t want to stop touching him just yet, so you rest one of your arms on his shoulder, like a faux embrace, while your other hand adjusts his hat. He doesn’t seem to mind, as he leans into your touch. One of his hands rests upon your waist, pulling you slightly closer to him. You feel more secure in your gestures, and you drape your arms behind his neck.

You’ve been afraid of overstepping by touching him all this time, but his reactions make you realize he really doesn’t mind. It’s as if he’s been starved for touch. The thought of him being so deprived of human interaction makes you a bit saddened. You remember what you were thinking about on the chaise, how you wish to understand him more. How can you expect to learn more about him if you never take the chance to ask?

“Touya?” You ask, unsure. You’re curious, but you don’t want to make him uncomfortable.

“Hm?” He hums.

“Please forgive my prying and my sudden question, but… did you ever feel lonely?” you ask softly. “I just… I can’t help but wonder what it was like for you, to be alone all these years.”

“Even before,” he starts, referencing his time as a royal. “I never was much of a socialite. Being alone is natural for me.”

“Hm, is that so?” You hum, before continuing in a softer, almost somber tone, “I hope my presence hasn’t ruined that for you.” He’s quick to deny it, dispelling your worries.

“No, not a chance. I…,” he pauses. There’s a slight flush that begins to creep upon his cheeks as he hesitates to speak more. Your eyes catch his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows, before his next admission falls from his tongue.

“I have enjoyed your company,” he admits. His other hand finds itself on your waist and the two of you hold one another. Your heart seems to stutter.

“But would you continue to enjoy it?” You challenge. His gestures get bolder, as he pulls you flush against him, his arms wrapped around your torso. “You’re stuck with me now. Would that ever be tiring?”

“I don’t think such a thing is possible,” he reassures.

“I sure hope not,” you murmur. He gives you a soft smile that you find yourself returning, lifting the mood. The two of you embrace comfortable silence, gazing into each other’s eyes with enamored expressions, until he seems to be lost in thought. You don’t notice how his eyes flick from your eyes to your lips.

“Can I…” he trails off, shyly. You raise an eyebrow, encouraging him to continue. His face reddens more when he finally rushes out, “Can I kiss you?”

“Please,” you breathe, responding almost embarrassingly fast. A quick flash of relief crosses his face upon hearing your enthusiasm before being replaced by a loving smile. The space between the two of you closes as his face draws closer to yours. Instinctively, your eyes flutter shut and your lips part.

You can feel him fighting back a smile when your lips finally touch. The feeling of his lips on yours is everything you imagined and more; soft and sweet, loving yet passionate. Despite finally feeling his lips on yours, satisfying your desire, you find yourself yearning for more. You want to feel more of him, all of him. The thought fills you with a fire you’ve never felt before. You throw yourself to the flames and kiss him back with fervor as you card one of your hands through his soft, white hair.

He holds you tighter against him as his lips work against yours. Your heart feels like it could just burst when he deepens the kiss and runs his tongue along your lip. His tongue brushes against yours when you part your lips further. The action makes you sharply inhale. You’re intoxicated by him, drunk on every sensation he gives you, to the point it feels almost dizzying. The desire you feel makes you weak in the knees and your arm tightens around him in an attempt to not sway on the spot, but this task seems almost impossible when you feel something hard pressing against you.

Reluctantly, you part for air, trying to catch your breath before your knees really give out on you. He rests his forehead on yours as the two of you both pant in unison. Your stomach flutters when you lock eyes with him, noticing the way he looks at you, eyes half lidded. The sight of him like this… and all for you. All because of you.

It fills you with desperation.

A desperate need for more.

After the two of you catch your breath, he moves to give you space, taking your choice to part for air as a sign to stop, but you pull him closer and cling onto his shirt. You don’t want to stop anytime soon.

“M-more,” you whisper, want apparent in your breathy voice. He lets out a soft, airy chuckle at your neediness and leans in for a kiss, but gives you nothing more than a quick peck on the lips before pulling away.

“Why don’t we take this somewhere more comfortable, hm?” he suggests. “Is the bed okay with you?

You instantly agree, maybe a little too eagerly, much to your embarrassment. He doesn’t tease you about it, something you’re silently thankful for. In fact, he seems to reward your honesty and enthusiasm by pressing a few heated kisses to your jaw. His bold actions make your knees nearly buckle and a soft gasp escapes your lips.

Bastard.

Your steps are now clumsy, thanks to his flustering, as he leads you down the hallway. But now in your room, the magnetism between the two of you pulls you together once more. His lips find yours and he kisses you with renewed fervor. It’s equal parts passionate and desperate, carrying with it unspoken feelings of yearning and long awaited closeness. You return his feelings through your own actions, as you coax him forward by gripping his shirt collar.

Your movements are less than graceful as you both move. It’s a distracted waltz towards the bed, your minds too busy on the feeling of one another to focus on making controlled movements to your destination. Though, it doesn’t take too long, as after a few shared, airy laughs at your clumsiness, the back of your knees touch the bed. You yield to the furniture, lying down on the mattress and parting your legs. He soon joins you and kneels over you on the bed, his body tucked in between your thighs.

He moves on from your lips and slowly presses hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck. He kisses a particularly sensitive spot on your skin along your collarbone, earning a whine from your throat. The sound of you keening for him only further spurs him on and he sucks the skin into his mouth, leaving behind a faint mark. Soft pants escape your lips as he continues marking your neck and chest, painting reminders of him on your skin, all the while he’s overcome with the need to hear more of your sweet moans.

You feel his hard length press in between your legs, now tantalizingly close in the new position. Your breath hitches and your heart leaps in your chest upon feeling his hips rut against you, grinding against your core. The feeling nearly drives you to the edge of blind passion, as you battle the desire to rip both your clothes off and feel his hot skin against yours. But as much as you’d love to throw caution to the wind and sleep with him now, there’s a gnawing worry in the back of your mind.

“W-wait,” you stammer between panting breaths. He freezes at your request and pulls back slightly.

“What is it, my love?” He asks. You can hear a faint twinge of worry in his voice. His hand finds your knee and traces circles through your skirt fabric, his own way of soothing both you and himself in this moment. He looks at you, expectantly, not wanting to move until you speak your mind.

“Maybe…” You start, before trailing off. A soft curse escapes your lips as you grapple between your desires and your relational mind. Your chest is heaving and you bite your lip. When your words finally find you, they’re hesitant and hushed, “Maybe we should stop.”

“Is that what you want?” He questions.

“Well, no, but… I don’t wish to have a child yet,” you explain shyly, insinuating what would come next. Touya raises a brow, as if he knows something you don’t.

“That?” He questions. “Something so simple is solvable with an easy spell, done after.”

“It is?” You ask, voice pitched an octave higher in surprise.

“Yes,” he assures you with a soft smile. Your amazement at magic is always so endearing to him. But, despite this problem being easily worked around, he knows such a revelation is sudden. He’d love to take you now, but he doesn’t want to push your boundaries. “Though if you’re unsure, we can just-”

“No,” you interrupt, quickly cutting off his next words. You tenderly cup his face. “It’s okay, I want to.”

“If you are sure…” He whispers. His eyes flutter close as he leans forward and presses his lips against yours in a soft kiss, before picking up where he left off. Only this time, he starts a new trail down your neck, adorning you with more marks suckled into your skin. You’re painted in his colors as he works over your neck, occasionally soothing over the now bruising skin with his tongue. Both the feeling of his mouth over your sensitive neck and the thought of him laying claim to you like this has you squirming underneath him.

His lips inch closer to your hemline, and you find yourself wanting to rip off your own clothes if it means you’d feel the sin of his lips grace more of you. He seems to sense your frustration and he pulls himself away from you. As he’s now sitting up, his greedy eyes admire the sight of you below him.

Through his eyes, you look absolutely irresistible like this; your eyes opium blown with lust, your neck mottled with love marks, your dress slowly slipping off your shoulders, and your lips parted and kiss-swollen. If you look this alluring to him still fully clothed, he wonders just how much more he’ll want you upon seeing your bare skin.

The thought spurs him on. His hands snake under your skirt and grip your thighs. The fabric hikes up your legs, exposing your skin to the cool air and to his gaze. Bit by bit, his hands ascend up your thighs and onto your hips, tracing the curves of your body along the way.

Even with your inexperience, you understand what he wants. You reach for your metal girdle belt and unlatch it, allowing the chain to pool against the bed. With your belt no longer in the way, he helps you pull your dress and chemise over your head. You lift your hips and he rids you of the rest of your underclothes.

You’re now fully undressed in front of him. The realization makes you feel insecure, only further worsened by his gaze on your body. You try to cover yourself with your arms out of reflex, but he tuts at your insecurity and grabs your arms, pinning them to the bed.

“Feeling shy, are we?” he teases, his husky voice only serving to worsen your embarrassment. You avert your eyes from his and worry your bottom lip in between your teeth. “Love, what is there to be shy about?”

“It’s just… I’m sure you’ve seen more appealing women than I,” you answer, speaking softly and unsure. “I’m worried I’m… disappointing.”

“Not a chance,” he assures. His voice drops an octave and he compliments, “Had I not already known you were a witch, I’d have taken you for a succubus.” He dives in for a passionate kiss on your lips, soothing your insecurity. When he pulls away, he breathily reaffirms, “You are heavenly.”

He punctuates his point by pressing a kiss in between your breasts. Both his actions and words fluster you, but you’re not able to hide your face from his gaze with your arms pinned to the mattress. His lips begin to roam the expanse of your chest until he reaches your nipples, where he places an open-mouthed kiss on them before taking your bud into his mouth. His tongue draws circles around your nipple. You moan and arch your back at the foreign sensation. Wetness pools in between your legs with every flick of his tongue.

“So sensitive,” he teases, speaking against your skin after pulling away from your breast.

“How can I not be when you’re-“ you start, before he latches onto your other nipple and chokes off your retort. You shoot him a glare, to which he smirks at upon releasing your chest with a wet pop.

“‘S not a bad thing, my dear,” he says. “It’s flattering.”

“Ugh, you’re so unfair,” you groan.

“How so?”

“You keep teasing me and…”

“And?”

“And… you’re still…” you struggle to say the rest, trailing off at the end. This situation on its own is embarrassing for you, much less speaking your mind. He looks at you expectantly, urging you to continue. You swallow down your shyness and avert your eyes from his intense gaze when you speak again. “It’s easier for you to fluster me when I’m unclothed and you’re not.”

“So you want to see me naked? How naughty,” he chastises, though his words lack any true admonishment and are instead laced with amusement and cockiness.

“Oh shut up,” you shoot back. You groan at his taunting. “I just want to touch you, all of you, without your clothes in the way.”

“Then let me give you what you want,” He obliges with a smirk. His warmth leaves you momentarily for him to shed his clothes. You prop yourself up on your forearms to watch him.

First, his loose robe is lazily guided off of his shoulders. Then, he pulls his white shirt off, allowing you the full view of his stomach. It flusters you more to see a modest set of toned muscle along his abdomen, hiding underneath swaths of his torso adorned with more runic tattoos. His arms flex slightly as the shirt is completely pulled off and thrown elsewhere.

You push yourself off of your arms and sit upright, now closer to his bare upper half. Your hands trace over the now bare skin of his arms, trailing along the tattooed runes, and eventually making your way to the planes of his chest. He shudders slightly as your fingers dance further and further down his body. His breathing significantly picks up when your twitching fingers dare to graze the beginning of his pelvis.

You look up at him and bat your lashes. It’s a silent demand. He hasn’t fulfilled your wish yet; there’s still clothing between the two of you. His hand caresses your jaw, tenderly, before acquiescing to your request. He withdraws from you and stands to undoe the fastening of his pants. And with that, he’s now bare before you.

Your eyes travel down the contours of his abs and to his pelvis. Much like the hair on his head, there’s a patch of white at the base of his hard length. You’ve not seen much of the male anatomy, but from what you can gather, he’s rather large. You start to worry, just how is this supposed to fit?

You must have said what you were thinking aloud, and he answers your worries.

“It will. I’ll make it fit, my love,” he promises. He sees your apprehension and reaches for you. His knuckles tenderly strokes your cheek as he reassures you with a gentle voice, “I’ll go slow, just relax for me. Trust me.”

He gazes at you with an expression nothing short of adoration. Your heart swells at how softly he’s treating you, how he has never once through this interaction pushed you farther than you were comfortable with. With him, you know he’d treasure this part of yourself that you’re giving to him. You take a deep breath in to steady your nerves.

“Okay,” you answer. You look at him, reflecting back his look of love and smile. “I trust you.”

He closes the distance between you, bare bodies now touching, and presses a kiss to your lips, loving and soft at first. His tongue slips into your mouth and you moan at the intrusion. His hard cock brushes against your thigh at the sound, twitching all because of your moan.

His warm fingers slowly trail down your body, soothing over the goosebumps that pebble your bare skin. The pads of his fingers graze between your breasts, down your stomach, and over your mound. Your heart begins to race with anticipation when he drags closer to your core. He finally touches where you’re most desperate and your breath instantly hitches upon the contact. His fingers trace up and down your slit, drawing soft whines from your throat with every pass over your clit.

A few deliberate, harder presses against your clit sends soft waves of pleasure through you. The teasing, slow touches have you growing wetter for him, coating his fingers in a sheen. Seemingly satisfied with your evident arousal, he alters his goal, his touch now descending from your clit and focusing elsewhere. His fingers prod at your entrance before he slowly inserts one finger into your hole. You gasp at the foreign intrusion. His fingers feel so long yet delightfully thick. The feeling of makes your hips squirm.

He tests the waters cautiously first, pulling out of you at an agonizingly slow pace. When his digit has nearly slipped out of you, he searches your reaction, and upon seeing no traces of discomfort, slides back inside. His fingers then pump in and out of you, setting a comfortable pace. You let out soft gasps intermittently, finding pleasure in his movements.

Though, he seems to be looking for something, altering the angle of his fingers as they dive in and out of you. His gaze is affixed to your face. He’s searching for some sort of reaction. When his fingers press against the spongy bundle of nerves in your walls, you instantly keen. Your toes curl at the shockwaves of pleasure that scatter through your core at the feeling of his touch against your g-spot. He smirks at the sight.

“That’s it,” he cooes. “Feels good?”

“Y-yes, oh god, Touya,” you moan loudly, with a drawn out keen of his name. Your walls flutter around his finger as he continues to bully into your most sensitive spot. The feeling of you pulsing around him clouds his mind and he enters a lust filled haze.

“Yeah, keep saying my name like that,” he breathes. His eyes are half lidded as he starts to imagine the way you’ll feel around his cock. Fuck, the thought has him realizing he needs to get you properly prepped and stretched for him. “Think you can take another?”

Your legs instinctively part wider for him, at the thought of being stuffed full on his fingers. You nod at his question. You’re eager to feel more of him. He sucks in a breath and pulls out until just the pad of his middle finger is nestled in your cunt. His tattooed ring finger collects the beads of wetness slipping out of your core, before slowly pushing in alongside his other finger. The delicious stretch has you moaning and arching on the bed. And with the new position of his hands, the palm of his hand grinds against your clit with every slow thrust of his fingers. The surprise of the new sensation has you throwing your arms around his neck.

“T-Touya,” you whimper. The pleasure he’s giving you is too much, yet not enough at the same time. There’s a pressure that’s building up inside of you, a white hot pleasure that threatens to spill over. It’s a foreign feeling, yet it’s something you find yourself chasing.

“M-more. Please Touya,” you beg sweetly. Your eyes are welling with tears, all from the sexual frustration. It makes his heart stutter when you bat your lashes at him, now damp with tears threatening to spill over. The hands behind his neck now card and tug through his hair.

You’re driving him fucking crazy.

He surges forward and captures your lips. His pace quickens. The pleasure drives you crazy, especially when the fingers delving into you keep curling up and hitting that delicious spot inside of you. It doesn’t help that now his palm firmly presses against that sensitive bundle of nerves with every inward thrust of his fingers. You moan and whimper into his mouth desperately, to which he eagerly and greedily swallows by tangling his tongue with yours. Your fingers harshly tug his white locks as you find the pleasure coiling up your spine. You let out a salacious, sinful sound as your release dances on the edge.

He pulls away from the kiss to whisper a warning against your lips, “If you keep moaning like that I won’t even last.”

True to his words, you glance down at his cock, instantly feeling flustered upon seeing his tip leaking precum and his whole cock throbbing. It just barely brushes against you with each furious bob up and down.

You bite your lip and swallow down your sounds, wanting him to last. Despite your release so close, you find yourself wanting something else instead.

“Please take me, Touya,” you blurt out. His pace falters and he releases a curse under his breath.

“You temptress,” he hisses. He groans and squeezes his eyes shut. His jaw clenches as his chest heaves slightly. “What did I just say about me not lasting if you keep…” He grits his teeth, a shaky, tense sigh slipping past.

Who is he to deny you though? He’ll cave to your wishes every time, giving as much of himself as he can before falling apart. He scissors his fingers inside of you, the sudden movement accompanied by a mild twinge of pressure.

“Are you sure you’re ready for me?” He asks. His crystal blue eyes stare at you intently, half lidded yet still searching for any hint of hesitation in you.

“Yes,” you reply. “Take me, please Touya. Make me yours.”

He sucks in a breath. “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to hear that,” he admits.

He takes himself by the base and aligns with your slit. It’s teasing how he runs himself up and down your lips. You feel as if he’s still torturing you with pleasure, not realizing he’s gathering up your slick. He’s staying true to his words that he’ll make it fit.

With his head now coated in a layer of sheen, his cock head pushes into your twitching hole, inching in slowly. You feel a slight pinch at the intrusion. The pain makes you gasp and whimper. Unwittingly, your nails also dig into the back of his neck.

It reminds him to go slow with you, despite the intense pleasure he feels upon your tight walls clamping around his head. Seconds drag on as he pushes himself further inside of you, every inch stretching you beyond what you’d think physically possible. It’s dizzying how full you feel.

With one more slow cant of his hips forward, he’s nestled into you to the hilt, his pelvis meeting your thighs. He sighs at the feeling of your body wrapped around his full length. His forehead rests against yours as the two of you take a moment to breathe. He soothingly runs his thumb over your cheek, silently acknowledging your initial discomfort.

When your breathing normalizes and the traces of pain leave your expression, he pulls his hips back, allowing his shaft to almost slide out of you until only the head remains. A whimper escapes your mouth as he slowly slides back in. It elicits a strange feeling inside you, bordering between not quite pain, but not quite pleasure yet.

“Shh,” he coos. He’s reassuring and gentle as he speaks, “I’ve got you. You’ll feel better soon, my darling.”

Soft praises consisting of ‘you’re doing so well’ and ‘I’ll take care of you’ spill from his lips with every slow, deep thrust of his hips. His praises make you dizzy, and the feeling of his length pressing against your cervix doesn’t help. You feel so full. You’re sure you’d see the outline of him inside of you if you looked down.

A particular thrust seems to brush against that gummy spot inside of you, and the initial discomfort gives way to blissful pleasure. Upon seeing your relaxed and lustful expression, he sets a faster rhythm. Every drawn out drag of his hips against yours starts to build up.

A thick sheen of sweat coats his pale skin and his thrusts become faster, more purposeful. You’re writhing underneath him, arching your back and dipping your hips to meet his thrusts. It’s clear you’re becoming desperate for more.

He hooks his hands under your knees and presses your thighs to your chest. You gasp at the mating press he pushes you into, feeling the burn of your thighs and a burn in your ears from the embarrassment of being splayed open. His cock seems to go deeper in you and is angled at the perfect spot. Your walls clamp down on him as his head nudges against your g spot. He feels your reaction to the new angle and lets out a groan.

His hips snap forward harshly, causing an audible smack between your bodies. The contact taps your clit and has you instantaneously keening. Eager for more of the feeling on your bundle of nerves, your hand snakes between your legs to toy with the hood of your clit. He catches sight of your sneaking hand. His eyes go dark at seeing you chase pleasure.

“Hold these for me, will you?” He requests, guiding your own hands to the back of your thighs. Words of protest, regarding how indecent you feel, die upon your lips. With his hands now free, his fingers find his way to your clit now, rubbing tight circles.

He feels you tighten up around him, your walls contracting in an impending orgasm. His eyes focus on you in this moment as he’s attuned to your every reaction. You look so beautiful to him in this moment, with your face contorted in pleasure, your lips parted from panting and moaning, your pupils opium blown and dilated. He just knows you’ll look even prettier when you fall apart under him.

“‘S too much,” you whine. Despite your assertion of overstimulation, he ignores your protest. His movements on you clit fasten and he pushes harder against your bundle of nerves.

“Shhh, you can take it. I know you can,” he assures. He slightly quickens his pace and continues to rub your clit. “You’re close, I can feel it. Just let go. Cum for me.”

“Fuck, Touya!” You scream, his words urging you to come setting you off. Your legs shake and convulse with the intensity of your orgasm. A flood of wetness escapes your hole, allowing his thrusts the lubrication to work you through your climax, despite how tightly your walls attempt to suck him in.

He steals a quick glance to where your bodies meet, seeing a ring of cream coating the base of his cock. His eyes nearly roll back at the sight and his hips slam into you harshly out of impulse.

“God, you’re so tight. ‘M gonna-” he warns, before he lets out a punched out sound, the words dying on his lips. His hips stutter as he reaches his end. You feel his hot release spill over inside you, filling you with warmth. He continues to pump shallow thrusts, working himself through his own climax. Your ears burn upon hearing the sound of faint squelching coming from your hole.

You relax the grip on your thighs and allow your legs to relax. He takes the hint and slowly pulls out of you, causing a trickle of your shared releases to gush from you.

“Wait here,” he whispers. “Let me get something to clean you up.”

You nod at his command and wait for him on the bed. He returns quickly with something to wipe you down with. Soreness starts to settle between your legs, your body now aching from the stretch of him. A sharp hiss escapes your lips when he touches your cunt with the fabric, and in reaction, mutters a soft apology. He gingerly runs the dampened cloth against your folds, wiping away the flood of your shared releases.

“Touya?” You ask. He hums in response, urging you to continue with your words. “The spell?”

“Don’t worry, that can be done within the day. You deserve some rest now,” he assures. You sigh in relief and motion for him to come closer. A chuckle escapes him, along with a playful tease of ‘so needy for me’, but he happily obliges your request.

He lays behind you and wraps his arms around your waist. The two of you lay like this, in harmony together, basking in the closeness. Your breathing steadies as one, and you’re sure your heartbeats begin to sync. The love you feel for him threatens to spill out of your soul.

The tenderness of the moment turns humorous as he shifts and grumbles behind you. “Mm, this bed isn’t very comfortable,” he complains. You instantly bark out a laugh.

“And you just now realized that? Now you know what I have felt in this bed,” you agree. He shakes his head.

“Apologies for that, my darling,” he apologizes. He seems to think for a moment before his voice deepens suggestively, “You know, mine has room for two. Why don’t you stay with me in mine from now on?”

You reach behind you and crane your neck to kiss his lips. “I’d love to,” you answer. He smiles against your lips and goes to move for another kiss, but you pull away to add. “But later, ‘m too sore to move.”

“But of course,” he laughs. You nuzzle back into his body and chase his warmth. Tattooed arms pull you flush with his chest, allowing all of your skin to meld with one another. Your eyelids feel heavy as sleep begins to wash over you. The last thing that crosses your mind is how staying here, with him, forever, sounds like heaven to you.

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