#touya x reader cuddles

[thehusbandoden]

Tomorrow -Dabi x Reader

A/n: I must warn you... I'm rusty xD

It's not my usual writing style, for some reason I default to this when I'm trying to get out of a block? *shrugs*

Anyways here you go, I hope it's not too terrible. <3

Not edited, I'll probably rewrite/add onto it later on.

General info:

Genre: reverse comfort w/ angsty undertone \\ wc: 405 \\ fem reader \\ posted: 05/31/24

Warnings!: hints(?) of Dabi's past, hinted nudity (showering together- not vividly described!), Dabi overusing his quirk, mention of shutting down when confronted, mentions of wounds, mention of slowing killing oneself (overusing quirk), idk what else? Please let me know if I miss anything!! <3

Heavy footprints alert you to Dabi entering through your apartment window, his eyes dark with exhaustion, his body covered in wounds. Most noticeably fresh *burns*. Your heart aches for him as you gently help him into your shared bedroom, he immediately slumps into you as you lead him to the bathroom.  

His eyes flutter open as you begin cleaning out his wounds, swiftly beginning to close again. You smile- all be it painfully as you tend to the man who stole your heart. You clean out all the visible cuts first, helping him up as you walk him into the shower.  

He slumps into you as you bathe him, your hands gentle and loving. Foreign to his rough past. He trusts you completely, falling asleep before flinching awake seconds later. You don’t say anything, yet. He’s exhausted, he needs rest before you scold him for his reckless behavior for the umpteenth time.  

You gently dry his hair, helping him into pajamas. You apply aloe vera to his burns, ignoring the hissing curses he mutters under his breath, weakly attempting to push your fast-working hands away.  

Once you’re finished you quickly pull on one of his baggy T-shirts, quickly finishing the necessities of your night-time routine. Lifting the covers up, you- with great difficulty- push Dabi into bed, his turquoise eyes too exhausted to even process what’s happening, he instinctively just melts into you.  

After several minutes you catch your breath before climbing in beside him, laying his head on your chest. He melts into you, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face into your chest.  

Mere seconds later he’s fast asleep, his entire body relaxing in the presence of what he cherishes most. 

When the morning comes, you’ll scold him for being so reckless- so *stupid*. He was slowly killing himself, and you were forced to watch it happen. You would, once again, try to convince him to forget about his father and run away with you- forget about the league, about society, about *revenge*.  

He would most likely shoo you away, stubbornly refusing to listen to you once again. He would brush away your concerns and worries, tell you how silly you’re being, and shut down if you pushed the matter. 

But for now, you could just hold him. He could rest, find peace, and be loved for the first time in a *long* time.  

The rest could wait until tomorrow.

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[keikiri-kitten]

a/n: rambling about shouto!

Shouto loves to stare at you, touch you and simply be with you. 

He’s sitting right beside you as you’re aimlessly engaging in conversation with his sister on the couch of the Todoroki family home. The sound of his own name oozes from the tip of your tongue and while you typically consider yourself a quick speaker, it runs slowly like molasses. Meeting you was merely an accident. He knows that falling for a victim he saved was against the rules but he couldn’t help but set that constraint ablaze when he made sure you were safe. He’s a hero now. Overstepping boundaries is sort of his thing. Consider it one of the most in touch plans he’s had in a while. Falling in love with you was like a manifestation. It was destined– luckily you happened to follow suit. He wonders how he was blessed with a gentle soul to love and accept him while setting aside the bells and whistles. The young pro shifts a bit in his seat and shoves his hands in between his thighs out of insecurity. You can feel his body leaning in with the heat that radiates off of him. His chin plants on your shoulder while he continues to hear you ramble about whatever he was involved in. His beating heart is pumping faster and his face is burning brighter than his quirk could ever. If he allows himself to get out of his head anytime soon, he would be able to realize that he’s losing his breath. Your back becomes a wall for him to rest; he’s obviously leaning on you for a reason. 

The curve of your body, the twitch in your hands and the tapping of your foot all caught his eye. Shouto knows you can get a bit nervous talking to the older sister. The second mother. There’s a comforting heat that presses right below your ear as he rests his cheek right on the back of your head. Lanky fingers on his left hand slipped from between the fullness of his thighs before they scooped around the plush of your waist. He takes a moment to dig his fingertips in your stomach in hopes to make it feel more real. There’s nothing he wants more than to comfort you like you have done for him. Never in his life would he have expected to be cuddling anyone in front of his family despite the odd looks from his brothers. There’s a doe eyed look from Natsuo and a “fucking sick,” from Touya. Shouto pays them no mind. You’ve become such a safe haven to hide away in, it didn’t matter where you both were. You’re his refuge– a place of solace.

[kelin-is-writing]

How would Dabi react to you wanting cuddles but feeling too shy to ask him?

dabi x fem!reader

he would first of all look at you surprised by your timid confession, blinking his eyes at you a few times before he grabs you wrist and pull you to his chest, arms surrounding your waist ���never hesitate asking me for anything, there’s no way i would ever refuse you baby...”, he reassures you taking your chin between thumb and index lifting your face so as to meet your gaze, dabi then leans down pressing his lips onto yours nibbling at your upper one, giving it a brief lick.

when you two part and he sees your face completely red, an amused grunt leaves his mouth as he grins towards you before bending to lifting you up bridal style, he then moved toward the couch and sitting down with you on his lap looking at you grinning “now, shall i give my dear princess’ what she wants?”

[dabisearpiercings]

I saw that you asked for some requests so so I have a suggestion!

Perhaps some soft, lovey Dabi headcanons?

Dabi being just a big ol baby when it comes to his lover?

Dabi just being adorable as always?

Thank you 💙

Yess soft Dabi, thank you so much for your request!! My inbox is open so please feel free to leave your guys suggestions in my inbox or just message me!!

Characters/Pairing: Dabi (Touya Todoroki) x GN Reader

Word Count: 633

Warnings: Swearing, little suggestive comment

♡ Ok so I think that it would take Dabi a LONG ass time to get to the point where he is openly affectionate with his partner

♡ But when he does it’s over for you, like there is no escape from his grasp 

♡ Dabi is the type to pretend like he isn't interested in cuddles but in reality he loves your hugs, so much so that he will even pout like a child if you don't cuddle him enough each day

♡ He runs on a schedule too, morning cuddles for at LEAST 30 minutes every morning (often making you late for work)

♡ If you work from home you better believe he's whining and complaining about how you should be in his arms instead of at your "stupid" desk

♡ Nighttime is when he reaches his peak cuddle bug form, clutching onto you like a koala from the moment you or him gets home and he down right refuses to let go

♡ Hell, he'll even follow you into the shower sometimes (not always in that kinda way but occasionally sometimes ;)) or he sits on the sink and chats with you while you shower

♡ Oh and when he's sick he's the absolute worst, basically making sure you don't leave his side by either laying on you with all his weight or fake crying to make you stay

♡ Dabi is also the type to whisper sweet nothings into your ear when he thinks you're asleep (key word: thinks)

♡ Whispers of "You'll never know how much you truly mean to me babe.." and "I'd never tell you this while you're awake but one day I'm gonna marry you and we can run away from this dammed city!" will sound in your head while you fall asleep

♡ All around he's secretly a big baby and please just give in and love on him-

[livvyisb0red]

Childhood friend dabi or shoto is what I live for but there’s barely any fics about them!!!

[rays-little-reblog-blog]

Dabi: “Surprise. I got you a heated blanket.”

You, looking around: “Where is it?”

Dabi, pulling you into his arms: “Right here.”

[with-my-calamitous-love]

MY REPUTATIONS NEVER BEEN WORSE, SO

katsuki bakugou x reader

how he’d treat you in a relationship

same concept as the todoroki, kirishima, shinso, izuku, touya ver.

inspired by delicate

katsuki bakugou, who’s got a reputation. who is a harsh, abrasive asshole. who is known for his temper, and for his power. who knows that being with him isn’t for the best. who knows that anyone who wants to be with him has to like him for him.

katsuki bakugou, who almost always texts you at night. who makes your phone light up through the black, daring you talk to him. who is actually so funny and considerate, but would never let anyone know that. who will absolutely not go to sleep without texting you goodnight.

katsuki bakugou, who struggles to make promises with you. who, for once in his life, isn’t fully sure of himself. who prefers to live day by day with you. who isn’t sure if he can give you forever, but who will make you a drink and take care of you after. who slowly learns that forever is loving you day by day.

katsuki bakugou, who, though he’d never in a million years admit it, is insecure. who, behind his gruff features and anger-induced explosions, questions himself. who wonders if its okay that he bought you two concert tickets two months into your relationship, of if its chill that you’re in his head.

katsuki bakugou, who is so handsome- and he doesn’t even realize it. who wears beat up nikes and dark blue to see you. who prefers those private dates, the ones where he can love you in secret. who is a mansion with a view, with a key only you own. who loves the way your face lights up when he finally surprises you with flowers or chocolate. who thinks its dumb, but chases that high forever.

katsuki bakugou, who touches you like no one else. who knows you’re the only girl that could possibly bring him to his knees like this. who spends long nights with your hands in his hair. who wants to stay with you, and doesn’t wanna share.

katsuki bakugou, who is still an asshole despite being loving and caring. who calls you idiot, and dumbass, while he picks you up and carries you to the couch so you can cuddle. who, despite popular belief, is really sweet when he helps you study. who hides a smirk whenever he sees you succeed. who sometimes teaches you the wrong thing so you’ll come back and ask him to explain it again.

katsuki bakugou, who is made to be a caregiver. who loves cooking with you, reaching up to grab that book on the shelf you can’t reach. who insists on giving you his hoodie, because he never really gets cold. who secretly restocks your fridge for you and reminds you to eat something other than just cupped noodles. who shows he loves largely through actions.

katsuki bakugou, who loves back hugs. who always wraps his muscular arms around you whenever you’re doing anything, pressing his sweet lips just underneath your ear before whispering something to you. “i love you, idiot. move, i’ll help you with those dishes.”

katsuki bakugou, who learns that his reputation is just that- a reputation. its a perception of him, not who he really is. who wonders if you dream of him while you sleep the way he does. who pretends your his, all the damn time. who learns that he doesn’t have to pretend anymore.

katsuki bakugou, who you love for who he is. who is tough, and strong, and loves you delicately. who learns to promise you forever.

[katsukistofu]

hug me, not it!

contents ౨ৎ ⋆ s. todoroki x gn reader ⭑ your boyfriend has hidden beef with your plushies.

shoto beadily eyes the intruding beasts behind you with distaste subtly written over his pretty features.

the “intruding beasts” being your plushies neatly lined up against the wall of your dorm.

did he buy most of them for you with his father’s credit card whenever the two of you went on dates? yes.

does that mean he was any happier to see them in his presence? no.

they already get the privilege to sleep with you every night. how dare they gatecrash on the both of your precious private time like this? uninvited too?

it’s silly, he knows, but he always gets the tiniest bit jealous when he comes to your room for study sessions or sleepovers, even movie nights.

only to see you cuddling with that damn rilakkuma bear plush he gave you last year to celebrate your anniversary in your lap. for the millionth time. in his spot.

shoto can’t help but feel a little replaced.

he throws one last glance over your shoulder at the offending sacks of fluff, before his soft strawberries and créme hair brushes your chin as he nuzzles deeper into the crook of your neck.

“sho!” you giggle. “that tickles.”

you feel a faint smile against your collarbone. just the slightest bit mischievous enough for you to be able to tell, as he lets out that quiet, melodic laugh of his. “sorry.”

he’s not really, though. shoto peeks back over at your plushies, the barest hint of smugness visible on his lips.

mine. shoto thinks while looking at them, arms circling your waist.

unaware of the one-sided competition for your affections behind you, you’re deadset on a mission for revenge.

gently, you brush the tips of your fingers along his neck.

shoto’s ridiculously handsome as he leans into your touch with a curious tilt of his head.

“what are you doing?”

his bangs fall into his eyes as he questions you, and you feel your heart skip a beat, wondering how he’s even real.

“trying to tickle you back!” you desperately attempt to do so again under his arms and on his thigh.

other than a blink from him, still no reaction.

“love.”

you don’t seem to hear him.

“shoto, lie on your tummy.”

he complies easily, always one to humor your bouts of inquisitiveness. whenever you were focused on something, you tended to tune everything else out.

shoto stretches out on your bed with his tall frame not unlike a cat. but his head is still turned back to you, staring at you to try and to get your attention.

“love.” you’re trying to tickle the back of his knee now, to no avail.

finally, you raise your head to look at him. “yeah?”

“i’m not ticklish.” shoto deadpans.

“what, really?” you whine, stopping your attack on his leg. “not even as a baby?”

“no.” amusement dances in his gemstone eyes as he studies you. “touya always got mad when he tried to, because it never worked.”

you stifle a giggle behind your hand. “what did you do to make him tickle you in the first place?”

“exist,” your boyfriend says so simply that you have to let out a laugh.

you reach out to cup the side of his cheek, and there’s a soft intake of breath from him as his lashes flutter shut.

shoto wonders how your gentle touch always makes him feel warm all over, when he’s certain he’s not even using his quirk.

it’s strange. in good way.

“why do you like cuddling those plushies so much?” he murmurs, eyes still closed.

a flustered expression that he can’t see spreads across your face.

“um, i guess it’s ’cause they smell like you and at night it helps me sleep?”

“oh.” his eyes blink open in surprise at that, warmth starting to grow on his cheeks.

shoto takes in the sheepish grin you’re wearing, and reaches out to cup your burning cheek similarly like how you did with his moments before.

you shiver into his sweet and soft touch, and the side of his lips quirk up.

“you can cuddle them. but when i’m here, the only one that should be in your arms is me.”

[leahrintarou]

Hello can I get for Dabi x Fem!Reader when Reader wakes up in bed without him and she hears him in the kitchen making coffee or tea and she leans against the doorway and stares at him shirtless, because she loves his body so much especially his back and chest and abs, and she hugs him from behind. And touches his abs and stuff and he's obviously his smug self. And Reader just wants cuddles and he turns to hug her back. And it's so fluffy and sweet

✩₊˚.⋆ CHAMOMILE TEA - dabi/touya todoroki

CW: sweet sweet fluff, fem reader, fluff, he's his sarcastic and authentic self, fluff, and some more tooth-rotting fluff.

Word Count: 989

Author's Note: this was such a cute idea :') i enjoyed writing it and i hope you all enjoy reading it! tysm and make sure to send in a request if you have any in mind! also, i head cannon that bro drinks tea bc his vocal chords are fucked lol.

the cool temperature of the air surrounding her suddenly began to feel more dramatic as seconds passed by. with her eyes still closed, y/n felt around the bed, hoping to meet the familiar warmth of her boyfriend. unfortunately for her, that contact never came, leaving her cold—and now annoyed and worried.

her eyes shot open as she scanned the dim room. shadows and streaks of sunlight peeked through the blinds, casting just enough light to check the area, but still, she didn't see him. with a huff, she stood from the bed, the fabric of dabi's loose t-shirt hanging off her frame. she took slow, careful steps out of the room, the scent of chamomile tea drifting into her senses.

her nerves eased, but not because of the tea’s calming properties. it was the familiarity—the scent that dabi would brew every once in a while. eventually, she'd grown so accustomed to it that she'd ask for her own cup. now, dabi made two cups out of habit, whether or not y/n was around. he pretended to be annoyed, but deep down, y/n knew he didn’t really mind when she teased him about it.

y/n's shoulders relaxed as her gaze finally found the defined muscles of her boyfriend’s back. his ivory skin stood in contrast to the purplish hued scars that told the tale of flames clashing against the limits of his body.

those same molten-patterned scars traced along his abdomen, his neck, and down his arms. y/n couldn’t see all of them from where she stood, but each one was etched into her memory. she took quiet, careful steps forward, arms lifting to wrap around his middle. the instant her palms pressed against his toned abdomen, warmth flooded back into her body. dabi let out a low sigh as her fingers lightly traced over his skin.

"you're finally up," he muttered, voice still rough from sleep but soothed by the tea he took slow sips from.

"you left me to freeze to death," she muttered, resting her head against his back, her tone half-pouting.

dabi chuckled, the sound low and amused, as he took another sip. "oh, come on, drama queen," he said, smirking to himself. "you act like i was gone for hours and left you in the arctic."

y/n’s arms tightened around him, her fingertips grazing the ridges of his scars, tracing them with a familiarity that made his chest tighten just a bit. "you know i hate waking up without you there," she mumbled into his skin, her breath warm against him.

he placed the cup on the counter, his free hand casually covering hers, his thumb tracing lazy circles over her skin. "yeah, well, i couldn’t sleep," he said, his voice dripping with faux indifference. "figured i’d make some tea since it’s apparently the only thing that keeps me from going nuts around here."

she hummed softly, eyes closing as she pressed closer to him, her body fitting against his. "next time, wake me up," she said quietly, though her words carried a more playful challenge.

dabi turned just enough to glance over his shoulder at her, his lips curling into that cocky, knowing smirk. "so you can whine about being woken up too early? yeah, sure, sounds like fun."

y/n rolled her eyes but smiled, her lips brushing his back. "actually, I just prefer you not to sneak off and leave me freezing," she shot back, her voice filled with exaggerated irritation. "you’re the space heater around here, remember?"

dabi chuckled, amused by her response. "ah, so that’s what this is about? you just want to use me for my body, huh?"

"obviously," she retorted, her tone teasing. "you think i keep you around for your oh-so charming personality?"

he let out a low laugh, slipping out of her hold with that same smug grace. turning to face her, he leaned down, pressing a slow, deliberate kiss to her forehead as a palm met with her cheek. "tell you what," he said, his tone dripping with mock charm. "i’ll make it up to you with some tea—exactly how you like it. aren’t i just the best?"

y/n raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "tea’s great and all, but it doesn’t keep me warm for long."

dabi’s smirk deepened, eyes glinting with that familiar mischievous spark. "oh, so you need me to keep you warm forever, huh? alright, sweetheart. deal."

y/n smirked, tilting her head slightly as she crossed her arms. "well, forever might be a stretch. you’ve got your moments, but I’m not trying to roast like a marshmallow every night."

dabi raised an eyebrow, his grin widening as he leaned in closer, voice dropping to a teasing whisper. "careful what you wish for. you might start liking the heat."

y/n snorted, rolling her eyes but unable to hide her smile. "right, because nothing says romance like third-degree burns."

dabi smirked, not missing a beat. "hey, at least you'll always have a reminder of me. permanent, just like i promised."

y/n laughed, shaking her head. "oh, how sweet. a love story for the ages—scars and all."

he shrugged, his grin widening as he pulled her closer. "you love it. keeps things interesting, doesn’t it?" she raised an eyebrow at those words, giving him a playful nudge. "sure, if by ‘interesting’ you mean constantly babysitting a walking fire hazard."

dabi huffed, his hand coming up to gently cup her face, his tone turning softer. "lucky for you, I’m your fire hazard. guess that makes us even—since you’re the only one who can put up with me."

y/n’s playful smirk softened, her arms slipping around his waist again as she rested her head against his chest. "yeah, well, you’re stuck with me. flames and all."

"wouldn't have it any other way," he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of her head, the warmth between them more than enough now.

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[kelin-is-writing]

I’m—

I think Dabi whimpers when he’s sleepy when he’s lazy and not overly aware of the sounds he’s making. I think if u wake him up with soft kisses on his neck, run your fingertips softly down his chest, slip them just under his waistband, you can pull a whimper from him. And if he comes home to you all soft and clingy from the long day he’s had, he’ll pull you into his lap and whine into your neck when you grind against him.

[thehusbandoden]

Dinner and Banter -Villain!Dabi x Pro hero!Reader

A/n: I took a few weeks off for mental health, but luckily I'm back to writing :3

General info: Genre: fluff/slice of life \\ wc: 532 \\ female reader (per usual) \\ posted: 02/05/2024

You mindlessly listened to the latest news report as you cooked dinner. The highly wanted villain Dabi had burned down several stores across a nearby city. Each owner was a suspect of child abuse. Three of the five died, and the two that survived have gone missing. You hummed in thought as the news reporter went on about how they had a new lead on Dabi.  

Glancing at the time, you turned off the stove top, pulling the pot to the side to cool as you head into your room to change into pajamas. You were still wearing your hero costume. You didn’t bother closing the door as you pull your jumpsuit off, throwing it into the hamper as you pull an oversized t-shirt and shorts.  

Once you finished changing you pull your hair into a sloppy bun before heading back into the kitchen. Grabbing out two plates, you begin to serve dinner. It only took a few seconds before you heard someone opening your window and sliding in. You smile slightly, not looking up as heavy footsteps make their way behind you.  

Warm arms wrap around your waist. You hum, leaning into the warm chest of your lover. “Miss me?” He murmured, his deep voice filling you with warmth as he gently kissed the back of your neck.  

“Yes.” You giggle, turning around in his embrace to gently kiss his lips. He kisses back, stroking your cheek before playfully nipping your nose. “Hungry?”  

“Very.” Dabi sighs, kissing your jaw. “I almost got caught. Three times.” He continues, burying his face in the crook of your neck.  

“Be way more careful.” You gently scold.  

“I know I know. I’m sorry.” Dabi chuckles, kissing your neck to soothe you. You huff, gently pinching his arm before picking up the plates, forcing him to let go.  

Dabi whined at the lack of your warmth, following closely behind you. He sits down, pulling you into his lap. Laughing, you place the plates on the table, snuggling into his lap as you begin to eat. Dabi grinned as you let him hold you, kissing the back of your head before beginning to eat himself. 

“So good.” He groaned after a few bites, squeezing your arms in appreciation.  

“I’m glad you think so.” You giggle.  

Dabi hummed as he continued eating, his fingers tracing your shoulder down to your wrist.  

“Dabi, what happened to the two surviving owners?” You ask, tapping his knee curiously.  

Dabi shrugged, continuing to eat. “We took them in for questioning.”  

“So... did they?” 

“Oh yeah.”  

“And you took care of them?”  

“They’re long gone. Slow and painful for such a vile crime.”  

“Good.” You sigh, smiling.  

Many would be shocked and disgusted if they found out that one of the most loved and trusted heroines was sitting on one of the most wanted villains' lap, but you really didn’t care. You loved him, and he loved you.  

“What’re you thinking about, gorgeous?” Dabi hummed, kissing your shoulder blade.  

“Ah nothing.” You grin, teasing him gently.  

“Oh? Do you have another man on your mind?” Dabi hummed in thought, leaning forward to give you a skeptical look.  

“I only have one man on mind. Now and forever.”  

Dabi froze, his heart melting as he smiled. “And I will only ever have one woman.”

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[walkingzombiegirl]

hey 👋

may i request a fic with dabi x fem!reader where they’re in her apartment watching old thriller movies while it’s raining and enjoying each others presence then all of a sudden he mumbles he loves reader?

i absolutely love him and he deserves all the love! and i adore your work! 🤍

━ 𝙃𝙞𝙨 𝙈𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧'𝙨 𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 - Touya Todoroki x Fem!Reader

𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀 - You and Touya are relaxing, little do you know he'd made a decision early on to tell you something he'd been meaning to for a long, long time. What could happen, it's just 3 little words?

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 - cursing, mentions of his mom, other angsty things but a lot of counteractive fluff, no use of y/n

𝗲𝘅𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘀 - this is my first time ever writing for him so it might be ooc! I super apologize, still trying to y'know ease into it. (It's why I cut many lines of his) but I definitley agree he deserves all the love and thank you!!!

Night had fallen a long time ago, rolling in the company of loud thunder that shook you awake each time you moved to fall asleep against his shirtless frame. His calloused hand running along your bare back after he'd all but ripped your shirt up to feel you against him.

Despite his nature, the skin on skin was never made sexual. Not a hint of anything more than him silently pleading to feel you. Like now, both of you softly blinking at the TV while rain pelted the windows and you snuggled against him in your fluffy blanket. He touched your flesh with nothing more than a want to have you impossibly close.

It was a blur at how many movies had played already before Nightmare on Elm Street one began. Usually by now he'd make some joke comparing himself to the villain. How his burned skin and staples were a clear parallel. It'd make you squirm and scold him all while he watched you form the words,

I love you.

Yet, he couldn't believe it. He couldn't bring himself too. Each time you told him, every time you signed off on a note to him or texted it. It all felt like lies. Lies being sung to him in a sweet voice dripping in toxic honey.

It was his turn to squirm now.

His blue eyes flickering down to your frame, cheek squished against his chest. You watched everything in awe like you'd never seen it before despite this being a clear rewatch for maybe the hundredth time.

He smirked, his hand moving up to run his thumb along your cheek, careful not to disturb you. Your face was so pretty though, compared to his. It made him wonder why you always took photos with him. Or of him. Cuddling the cat or you, sometimes just standing and some sleeping.

Why you'd make it your wallpaper was a mystery for him. Being forced to face that from the moment you woke up until the moment you slept.

But you weren't forced. You chose him.

"You're thinking." He hadn't noticed you looked up at him, your soft eyes on his and he wondered how long you'd been watching. Examining. He swallowed harshly like a line of sandpaper was being swallowed.

"Yeah." Was all he could push out, his hand moving away when you sat up to rest your chin on his chest. Head fully facing him.

"About?" You hummed, waiting so sweetly for him to tell you. Anticipating an answer but, he wasn't sure how to give one. What to say. He didn't want to speak the wrong words. He didn't wanna...

"Touya?"

You said softly, moving to hold his face this time, so close he could smell your minty toothpaste. The kind you used every night and the only one you'd ever buy.

"What's wrong?" He looked up from your mouth, finding his blurred reflection in your irises. The ones finding beauty in him when he couldn't see it himself.

"Nothin'." He found himself clawing out, licking his lips as he shrugged. "Just admiring you." You made a face at that, not one of bashful glee or finding it amusing like any other day.

"You use flirting to deflect, y'know."

"Hm." "What's wrong?" He didn't speak, he felt strangled despite it only being you both. No cameras or family watching him, there wasn't a hero in sight and yet, this had to be the most afraid he'd ever been.

"I..." He choked, clearing his throat and looking away from you. He felt like a fucking idiot, coughing something back. You didn't wanna push, you never pushed, your head moving to lay back down until he was ready. It made him wanna to scream at you, guilt guzzling up and he was never the guilty one. He never felt those things, so why does it feel like that now?

He knew why.

"I... care. About you." He managed, cringing at his own words but felt your cheeks moving against him. "Hm. Is that all?" You asked so innocently, seemingly oblivious to whatever kind of battle he seemed to be fighting. But he knew better.

"No."

Freddy killed someone on screen, long nails clawing out what couldn't be said. Or... maybe that was him. Who couldn't speak.

"Do you wanna go to bed?" You asked, his hand making it's way back to your jaw. "No." "Okay... we still have that spag-"

"I lo- I..." He grunted in frustration, keeping your face straight so you wouldn't turn to look at him. He couldn't handle that too, not when he couldn't get out the pussy written sentence.

"You don't have to say it, y'know. I know you do." God that tone of voice made him want to leave and pretend this never happened. That the entire time time you had been with him, was just a nightmare.

Another bad, bad thing to happen in his achingly long life.

"I love you." It felt like poison in his mother's tongue. He could burn you alive with how hot he'd begun to run at sound of those words.

Words, just silly words, Touya. She sang. Not you, not... she...

"I love you too." You had hummed, allowing him to keep your face still. You weren't sure you'd be able to glance up at him without crying either.

Instead, you stared at the end credits of Nightmare on Elm Street while holding him tightly.

He liked it that way, he liked to touch you. He wasn't much up for talking, and you didn't mind that. He didn't have to say it but he did. He did. Because you were the first to ever really say it to him.

Thunder boomed from outside. And yet, he didn't wake up.

A sweet dream it would've been, but you were real, and you weren't gonna fade when morning came.

[kelin-is-writing]

well well well... i bet you've been feeling quite safe lately bc of all the fluffy asks huh?

my specialty however is and always will be angst >:)

ok imagine this:

you're quirkless and dabi is secretly extremely relieved bc he knows how bad some quirks' drawbacks can be. he also takes pride in the fact that his dad would most likely be very upset by you not having a quirk hehe

and then it happens - you accidentally get wrapped up in a fight and dabi wasn't fast enough. the only thing he can do after you got hit by the attack of a random person (that dabi burnt to ashes right after) is hold you while he watches you taking your last few breaths.

what neither of you knew however is that you aren't actually quirkless. poor baby can't believe his eyes when you suddenly stir to life again. a resurrection quirk is the last thing either of you had expected and dabi has no idea what he did to deserve to be so lucky. despite your power he swears to never let you get hurt again :')

- 🥛

MILK— FOR GOD'S SAKE YOU MADE MY BLOOD FREEZE IN THE FIRST HALF OF THIS ASK!!!!!

was about to cry like— 😭😭

one of the worst things that dabi could ever go through, after what happened to him as a child, is losing someone special to him the moment he finally opened up after years of holding back from creating actual bonds with others.

his huge fear of losing you, in every way, is the reason he has never wanted emotional bonds to begin with, but once he had a little taste of what it feels like to simply be with you, dabi got addicted and there was no way back, so he always does everything within his power to never make you regret choosing him or sticking with him, because he wouldn’t be able to handle seeing you go away.

GOD— the way he would wake up every single morning scared and in pure panic at the idea of not finding you anywhere, his heart would sink not seeing your figure laid beside him but the moment you peek from behind the door dabi would relax right away.

you are there with him and that’s everything that matters.

I KNOW THAT WE WERE TALKING ABOUT US BEING QUIRKLESS, NEARLY DYING, DABI PANICKING AND THE BOOM OUR QUIRK APPEARS—

but i really couldn’t hold myself back from talking about how your existence and presence would mean the world to dabi for real...

[thatonewritersomewhere]

Movie Night

Summary: You and Dabi have a movie night together with cuddles, but you can't get comfortable...

Pairing: Dabi x Fem!reader

Warnings: Smut (without plot), dry humping, dick riding, creampie

Dabi loves quality time with you

he loves having attention, but especially yours

even if it's just a small text during the day to see how he's doing

or a planned movie night together so that you can marathon your favorite series

even though when you do lay down together he sneaks his hand onto your thigh

and your attention is suddenly not on the movie anymore

and you decide to get a bit closer

so you move his legs up and open and you worm your way in-between them with your back to his chest

and your head is resting on his shoulder now

but now you can't get comfortable

so you keep adjusting yourself

"if you want to keep sitting like that you have to stop wiggling around like that," he says

"why? is it bothering you?"

"no, it's just..."

and this time he moves forward just a bit

and now you can feel his boner poking on your back

so you decide to help him take care of it

"does dabi need some taking care of?"

you turn around and adjust yourself so that you're now sitting on his lap

your clothed pussy right above his cock

"please, doll, please" he begs

you start to move your hips forward and back

the friction is almost immediately already too much and you both start gasping and moaning

"i love -hngh- hearing you moan like that" he praises

"aren't i supposed to be -ohh- taking care of y-you?"

"do you not want the praise?"

"just shut your p-pretty little lips and let me h-help,"

you weren't sure if you were expecting a response back, but you weren't going to get it

his hands were certainly roamers, because they came up from the sheets to meet the peaks of your breasts

he only gave light little squeezes and slight pinches on your perked up nipples

watching them as you rocked back and forth to gain friction on his cock

you paused for a second to take off his pants

now only in boxers, you could see the small stain that the pre-cum leaking from his tip was making

you sat back down again and started moving

he gasps and involuntarily ruts his hips up into yours, causing you to let out a breathy moan

"baby, i can't do this anymore,"

he doesn't wait for a response before he lifts you off of him

and then he quickly takes your clothes off before his

and you're right back where you were, your pussy suspended above his rock-hard erection

except he doesn't bring you down

he lets you have that choice, and you most certainly choose to take it

you take the base of his cock in your hand, and comparatively your hand is tiny

you drag his tip against your lips, letting him feel just how wet you are now

your juices dripping down his cock

"you're so fucking wet for me, doll,"

slowly you start to lower yourself onto his dick

inch by inch passing through that tight muscle

finally your entire pussy is swallowing his thick cock

his head now thrown back, face towards the ceiling

"does that feel good, touya?" your voice sultry with barely kept control

"f-fuck.. so good, baby.."

your arms come up to grip his shoulders

slowly but getting faster, you start bouncing on his hard length

"hngh- f-fuck, just like that, doll," he bites out

and as much as you're helping him get to release, now you're chasing your own high

the buildup of tension in your core

"I-I'm so -ngh- close, b-baby, 'm gon- gonna.."

his sentence cut off with breathy pants

you can feel your orgasm come closer and closer, the wave threatening to break

so close to not being able to take any more, you grab his hair at the base of his neck

pulling him into a deep, searing kiss, your tongues intertwining like it's all you've ever known

you pull away and lean over with your mouth next to his ear

"cum with me, touya,"

and he does, not holding back on his moans this time

the wave comes crashing down, your screams just as loud as his, if not louder

your releases mixing together as you continue to bounce, your pussy clenching from release, milking his cock for all his cum

as you both come down from your highs, you sit there, your head resting on his shoulder

he cradles you, knowing how much effort it really was to keep control the whole time

"God, you're so hot when you do that, doll," he tells you

"maybe I'll do it more often, then" you smirk

"what did I do to deserve such a good girl like you?"

#tried something new but I'm not sure I did it right #lmk if this is good or not

[livvyisb0red]

Concept, Touya dating someone with a water quirk. I don’t know what that would include, but I want it.

[touyasdoll]

Like You

pairing: dad!Dabi/Touya Todoroki x fem!reader

word count: 0.6k

warnings: you have a son together, reader referred to as mommy, Touya has feelings

notes: just a sappy little idea I had. I live for this man as a father <3 best dad, hands down. and as always, he deserves the world.

You and Touya are enjoying a peaceful afternoon on the couch, cuddled up together while watching some tv in silence for once. Your little boy is being so good right now, just quietly coloring by himself in the other room.

But then it gets a little bit too quiet, so you get up to investigate, just to make sure that he isn’t getting into anything he shouldn’t be. Lo and behold, your suspicions were correct. You find him absolutely covered in purple marker.

It’s everywhere. His arms, his neck, his face. All on his cheeks and just beneath his oceanic eyes. He’d even taken his shirt off to color in part of his chest.

“What—,” you blink, laughing and shaking your head as you walk closer to him. “Honey, what are you doing?”

You reach out to take the marker from him, but he grips it tighter and takes a step back.

“No, I’m not done yet!” He pouts, looking down at his belly to put the purple ink to his skin again.

“Not done with what? I think you’ve done enough, sweetheart. C’mere, lemme see that, please,” you say as you hold out your hand.

Touya’s sitting on the couch waiting for you to return, though his parental senses are tingling. He’s about to get up and come to check on the both of you when he hears your laughter.

“Hey, what’s so funny in there?” He calls playfully as he gets up anyway to wander down the hall, curious as to what’s going on.

He leans against the entrance to the playroom and his eyes pop open wide when he sees the mess that’s made it’s way all over your son and his tiny little activity table.

“Tell Daddy what you’re doing, baby,” you instruct the small boy with a fond smile on your lips.

“I wanted to look cool like you!” He proclaims, the most pure smile propping up his chubby cheeks.

Touya’s heart clenches in his chest so tight that he actually clutches it, wearing the same expression you’d had on just moments ago, positively endeared by your son’s ingenious idea.

He’s always thought that he looks disgusting, even with the countless amount of times you’ve insisted otherwise. It isn’t until this moment that he starts to believe that maybe you’re not entirely wrong after all, but he’s mostly just relieved that his own child doesn’t find him repulsive and touched that he actually wants to emulate him. It’s the only time in his life he’s actually felt more like a hero than a villain.

“I’m missing the shiny parts though,” your son announces, wearing a pout that’s identical to his fathers, though Touya would deny that he’s ever pouted in his life.

“Well, I think we have some staples,” Touya says casually as he looks over his shoulder.

“Absolutely not.” You shake your head, laughing. “This is good enough. You did such a good job, baby.”

“Aw, c’mon, we can use that shit that you use to put your eyelashes on or whatever. That’s safe, right?” Touya jokes as he strolls further into the room.

You roll your eyes, though you can’t help the amused smile on your lips.

“Language. And no staples. Maybe we can find some tinsel or something though,” you concede. “And some body safe paint.”

“See, that’s why it’s a good thing we have Mommy,” Touya says as he moves to sit on the floor, ruffling the tot’s white hair. “You did do a great job, buddy. C’mere.”

He extends his long arms and pulls the tike into a hug, just in time to spare him from seeing the single crimson tear slipping from his seam, though you catch it. You reach out to gently swipe it away with your thumb before you join in on their embrace, pressing a kiss to your husband’s face and then your son’s.