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stargirlygirl · 5 months ago

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valentine's day with the boys

shoto, denki, katsuki, shinsou, shiggy, kiri, izuku, tamaki, tenya, touya, hanta x fem!reader⋆｡°✩ — fluff, college au, 2.7k words

a/n: happy valentine's day!! sloppy kisses for all of you mwah. i have over 200 followers now which is actually insane. thank you so much for all of your support! i hope this feeds you well.

todoroki shoto

⭑.ᐟ he has been eyeing you for a few months now and makes an effort to speak to you most days, even though you do most of the talking.

for valentine's day, he gets you an expensive perfume and lipstick he thinks compliments you so well (pays with his dad’s card ofc).

the day before valentine’s, he catches up with you after class and asks you to take a walk with him. he leads you to one of the quiet gardens and presents you with the gifts he bought for you.

“can i be your valentine?” he says quietly. he's blushing a little as he stares at you. you nod, thanking him and reassuring him that you’d love for him to be your valentine.

on your valentine’s date, you wear the perfume and lipstick he got you (they suit you so well!). he surprises you with a beautiful bouquet of red roses and takes you to his favourite noodle place. he gets their signature yakisoba (duh) and makes recs for you. you try his soba and moan in delight, stunning the poor boy who’s so nervous rn that he’s actually going out with you. he listens to you yap with stars in his eyes, more than content to get drunk on your voice

the night ends with a tender hug and a promise to go out again sometime.

kaminari denki

⭑.ᐟ he has been stuck in the friend zone for the past year. literally trying to rizz you up every chance he gets but is rejected every time (he cries laughs it off).

the day before valentine’s, you enlist denki’s help to make some goodies for your uni’s bake sale tomorrow.

he confesses his love to you via a heart-shaped jam cookie, telling you how he’s been in love with you since you met and that all those times he asked you out weren’t jokes. his feelings just spill over as he holds the warm cookie in his hands, gazing at it with rosy cheeks.

“i just-fuck-i really like you y/n and i want to be your valentine. can i—” you pick up the cookie from his palm and take a bite. your eyes widen because it tastes good. you bring the other side up to his half-open mouth and shove it in. he chews on the delicious cookie but, almost chokes on it as you giggle and tell him that you like him too, that you’d love for him to be yours.

on valentine’s day, you two help out with the bake sale. afterwards, you two walk around campus, handing out the leftover goodies to anyone in sight. you then book it back to your place for the night and make dinner together (as if he cooks).

after dinner, you two cuddle up on the couch and watch a rom-com.

bakugou katsuki

⭑.ᐟ he’s been tolerating you for a while. it’s only when hanta suggests asking you to be his valentine that bakugou realises how much he wants you.

the day before valentine’s, he waves you over during hockey practice (arf arf arf for hockey player bakugou omfg yummy yum bark bark rawr rattling my cage). you point to yourself, mouthing “me”. he just smirks and saunters up to you.

once you’re within reach, he tugs you close and smashes his lips on yours. you meet his rough kiss with wide eyes before softening and melting into his warm embrace.

when he pulls away, he demands that you be his valentine, “this shit is for losers but, you’re my valentine, alright?” he grunts. you blink at him, unable to think straight. seeing that dumb look on your face, he tugs you back into another passionate kiss. when he pulls back this time, you nod and whisper that you’ll be his.

on valentines day, you two go to a museum together (because you think history is cool or whatever) and have lunch afterwards.

the date ends with a sweet kiss as you have a new bf now hehe.

shinsou hitoshi

⭑.ᐟ he’s been working on a new song for valentine’s day (inspired by you ofc). he asks you to come over to his place a few days before valentine’s so he can show it to you. toshi knows how much you love hearing him play.

he’s peeking out his bedroom window, watching for any sight of you at least ten minutes before you agreed to meet him. when you show up, he rushes down the stairs and orders everyone not to open the door.

he invites you inside while running his hands through his hair and leads you to the garage. you sit down on the chewed-out sofa and watch him excitedly as he plays his latest song on his guitar, singing with a delicious rasp. he keeps his eyes on you the entire time. when he’s finished, you ask him what inspired him.

“you did, kitten. i want you to be my valentine… n’ maybe something more. how does that sound?” he says, smirking. you’re stunned by the fact that he feels this way about you. you giggle and stutter nervously about how much you would like that.

on valentines day, you spend the day in toshi's garage. he teaches you how to play the guitar on one of his older ones. he ends up tickling you and lying on top of you on his sofa, peppering you with kisses and whispering sweet-nothings.

congratulations, you have acquired a hot lead guitarist bf.

shigaraki tomura

⭑.ᐟ holy moly has this man been pining for you for far too long. he’s been overthinking asking you to be his valentine since the start of the year.

a week before valentine's day, you offhandedly mention that you like snake/spider bites when chatting with toga on the way to class. shiggy – being the loser that he is – was trailing behind you two, eavesdropping.

after class, he finds touya and asks to take him to a good piercer. that afternoon, he’s gritting his teeth as he gets his lip pierced with touya standing in the corner, filming (like the little shit he is).

the next day, you block shiggy from entering class. you stand in front of him, rocking to the side when he tries to get past you. he hides beneath his cap but you grab his chin and tilt his gaze toward you, taking in his new piercings with a creased brow.

you tell him that you saw touya’s instagram post and needed to know for sure if he got it done. shiggy grumbles and tells you to go away but you grab his wrist and tug him to a nearby bench. plopping down on it, you ask if he’s okay, and he mutters that he’s fine. avoiding your gaze, he asks if you like them, if you like him.

“you like these, right? cause… i-i got them f’you. cause i like you… or whatever.” you give him the biggest cuddle and reassure him that you love them and that you really like him.

you two spend valentine's day at shiggy’s apartment playing video games. you gently kiss his face after he smashes through so many levels, careful to avoid his fresh piercing.

kirishima eijiro

⭑.ᐟ he's liked you for a few months now; he’s enraptured with your presence and personality, your beauty, your everything.

eiji buys you a gorgeous bouquet of your favourite flowers and surprises you with them at your place. he tells you straight out that he likes you and that he wants you to be his valentine.

“i’ve liked you for a while now and i want you to be my valentine. maybe even my girlfriend if you’ll consider it," he says, gazing at you intensely. you tell him that you’ll start with being his valentine and kiss him on the cheek, taking the bouquet from his arms.you’re blushing hard as you ask him how he knew what your favourite flowers were (he asked your friends).

on valentines day, he’s got a boxing match. he gets you a front-row seat, and you cheer so loud for him the entire time he fights. emerging victorious, you stand up and clap, causing the people around you to do the same.

you meet him out the back and pepper his face with sweet kisses before catching his lips in a tender one. you two go out for dinner that night (his treat ofc).

over ice cream, you talk about your greatest fears and biggest ambitions.

he drops you back at your place that night and kisses you goodbye, promising you that he’ll become a man who’s worthy of dating you.

midoriya izuku

⭑.ᐟ he's probably pining for you since middle school or something. he writes you a four-page love letter detailing his love and admiration for you.

izu slips it in your bag during a study session a week before valentine's day. he gets really nervous the next day when you see each other but is immediately disheartened when you don’t say anything about it.

it’s only the day before valentines you find the letter (it slipped out of your bag as you were searching for a hair tie). you read it with tears in your eyes and a lump in your throat.

after calming down, you head to his place. opening the door, izuku is met with you clutching his now tear-stained love letter in your hands. you throw yourself in his awaiting arms and apologise profusely for not finding it sooner. he shushes you and reassures you that it’s okay.

“don’t be sorry. i should have just told you that i liked you. d-do you-um feel that way too, y/n?” you nod enthusiastically and kiss him with shaky lips, his freckled cheeks cupped in your wet hands

izu takes you on a picnic for valentines day near the river. over sandwiches and cheesecake, you laugh about how long you’ve both been crushing on each other.

tamaki amajiki

⭑.ᐟ he's been crushing on you for years. he tries three times in the lead-up to valentine's day to ask you to be his.

the first time, you find him sitting in a corner at the library. you whisper to a very quiet tama about the upcoming assignment for one of your courses. when you finish speaking, he opens his mouth to ask you to be his valentine but, the librarian shoots you two a dangerous look and tells everyone to be quiet.

the second time, you’re walking out of class with nejire yapping away when he catches sight of you. neijire knows how much he likes you and tells you that he needs to talk to you about something. you hum and go up to tama, asking him if everything is okay. he starts mumbling that he likes you when mirio shows up out of nowhere and pulls you two into his burly frame, asking if you’re excited about the game tonight.

the third time, you’re catching the train home together after choir practice. you sit next to each other, you yapping away and tama listening nervously (he can’t stop staring down as he picks at a loose thread on his pants). as the train draws nearer to your stop, he starts panicking.

he looks up with wide eyes and quietly confesses to you, "s-sorry y/n i-i l-like you. a lot. please be—consider— being m-my valentine.” he scrunches his eyes shut, afraid of your reaction. you press the softest kiss to his cheek and whisper in his ear that you’d love to be before getting up and waving goodbye.

on valentines day, you go to a food market and spend the day sampling all of the different foods (the grilled octopus is your favourite).

your date ends with you giving him a warm hug and telling him to text you when he gets home. after texting you, he collapses on his bed, overthinking everything that just happened.

iida tenya

⭑.ᐟ who is the top student in every single one of his courses, and who has no time for dating outside of his busy study, extracurriculars, and work schedule. but then he meets you during a tutorial, and boy is he smitten.

it’s the day before valentine’s when you two sit with each other in the library for your weekly study session. the librarian kicks you out at 9pm and tenya walks you to the train station.

you’re about to head off to your platform when he catches your hand. it’s silent except for the distant whirring of cars and the trembling of train tracks. no one else is around to witness how gently he holds your hand, his finger intertwining with yours. you ask him what’s wrong but he shakes his head.

he clears his throat and pushes up his glasses before asking you, “would you like to be my valentine?” you chuckle and nod, drawing closer to him and grabbing his other hand. you kiss his jaw tenderly and skip off to your platform before you miss your train.

on valentines day, tenya takes you to the ballet. by the end, you’re in tears, clutching his hand. you’re one of the last to leave the theatre, tenya wiping your eyes and rubbing your back.

that night, he promises you he’ll make time for you in his busy schedule and gives you a big cuddle before parting ways.

todoroki touya

⭑.ᐟ he's actually been obsessed with you since you were kids and plotting to make you his since the moment you accidentally threw a building block at his head on the first day of kindergarten (he still has a little scar near his hairline from your attack).

this is finally the year that he’s gonna do it (he tells himself).

as part of his therapy, he does recreational candle-making. he knows how much you love candles since you’re always adding a new one to your collection, texting him pictures of them and claiming that this one is “different”.

he chuckles as he pours different oils into the boiling wax, thinking about how he’ll give you something you’ve never seen before.

a few days before valentine’s, he’s got your candle all wrapped and tied with a pretty bow (fuyumi’s work). he's standing near the garden on your route to your favourite coffee shop (he knows that you'll be getting hungry around now). as soon as he sees you, he's suddenly the same five-year-old boy who’s giddy from the blood rushing to his head and the apologetic mumbles from your mouth as you sobbed.

you notice him and wave as you walk over to him. you're grinning as asking him how he is. he tries to act cool (as per usual), but his heart rate is off the charts. he’s breaking out into a sweat, about to start panting from his nervousness.

those icy blue eyes widen as you press the back of your hand to his forehead, claiming he has a fever. he shakes his head; a moment of clarity.

he thrusts the candle into your hands as he blurts out, “willyoubemyvalentine?” you accept and throw your arms around him, reassuring him that you’d like nothing more.

that night, you blow up his phone with how much you love your new candle.

on valentine’s day, you two make it your mission to try every flavour of slurpee from your local seven eleven. with belly aches and rainbow tongues, you two lie on your couch and confess your long-held feelings for one another.

sero hanta

⭑.ᐟ he’s been crushing on you for a few months now.

at eijiro’s house party, he gets dared by the bakusquad to ask you out for valentine’s day. with shaky hands and an even shakier resolve, he comes over to you and asks if he can take you outside.

the cool breeze provides the reprieve you two need from the heap of sweaty bodies, scent of alcohol, and endless making out inside. you ask him if everything’s okay, but he shakes his head.

stuffing his hands in his pockets and avoiding your gaze, he mumbles, “y/n, I really like you, okay? do you wanna be my valentine?” you playfully shove his shoulder, telling him that, obviously, you do.

you two spend the rest of the night sitting in hammocks and drunkenly chatting over your feelings and the latest gossip at uni

on valentine’s day, hanta teaches you how to skateboard at your local skate park. it’s embarrassing wearing all of these pads to protect your joints, but oh-so-necessary with the number of times you fall over. he holds your hands and laughs at you when you rock side-to-side, but he always encourages you to keep going.

afterwards, you two grab some ice cream and sit at the back of the parlour. like all cute couples, you feed each other your different flavours and hold hands as you walk home.

you ask a red-faced hanta if he wants to be your boyfriend, and he says yes.

#★’s works #mha x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #denki x reader #izuku x reader #fem!reader #kirishima x reader #shinsou x y/n #tamaki x reader #shoto x reader #shigaraki x reader #valentines day

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fallen-w1ngs · 7 months ago

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'' FIRE AND WINGS DON'T MIX ,,

|| pairing: dabi x gn!reader x hawks / touya todoroki x gn!reader x keigo takami

|| warnings: established relationship, sfw headcanons, i go between "dabi" and "touya" a lot, sorry :(

|| btw, dabi is in rehab cause i want him to be, also he ends up as a pro hero in the end

|| word count: 2.0k

|| You, Keigo and Dabi and been dating for a few months by now. Let's just say... Endeavor's not the happiest about it. Neither are your own parents. Is it cause they hate polyamorous people? No. Is it cause they're generally homophobic? No. It's cause Dabi's a damned criminal (your family) and that Hawks is annoying as hell (Endeavors reasoning).

|| Do any of ya'll listen? Hell no. Now onto the headcanons.

|| You, Dabi and Keigo have your own places. Dabi lives with Endeavor (unwillingly) as you live in your own smaller apartment as Keigo lives in his damned penthouse. It's safe to say, when the three of you hangout you stay at Keigo's place. It's bigger, he has nicer things, and no one else lives with him. Safe to say you and Dabi even have your own towels, some clothes and toothbrushes there. It's like you live there 2/3rds of the time. Only reason you don't move out is cause you guys only started dating a few months ago.

|| PDA? Non existant, at least with you and Dabi. Dabi generally doesn't like PDA, is it for shame reasons? No, he just doesn't like it. He'd rather keep his scary, mysterious facade up in public, and you just get embarrassed easily. The most you two do is a peck on the cheek or holding hands, that's it.

|| With Keigo or all three of you on the other hand, oh PDA is a must have. Keigo loves holding both of your guys' hands, whether he's alone with Dabi or if he's alone with you or if all three of you are out. He loves giving kisses, holding hands, holding your waists. Now if you or Dabi hold onto him, he's SWOONING.

|| Jealousy? Only at some scenarios. And it's only for petty things. Let's say all three of you are at Keigo's place, if one of you guys are only showing attention to one, oh jeez. Dabi makes a whole fuss, he pretends he doesn't even wanna be there. Says shit like "No, don't even touch me fuck you" then reaches out to cuddle both of you. If Keigo's feeling left out he'll puff his wings out and brush his feathers against you two. Sending them in a flurry and you find yourself in a pile of his feathers as you both give him small kisses. However you react is your own choice, but whatever you do they both end up kissing your face all over and you rest your head on Keigo's chest and hold Dabi's hands.

|| However, if we're talking there's someone hitting on one of you guys.. Oh it's interesting. If someone's hitting on Keigo, it made sense. He was a pro hero, number two at that, and absolutely GORGEOUS. You and Touya had a protocol for this. As Keigo would turn the person down, you'd snake your arm around his waist and rest your head on his shoulder as Touya wrapped his arms around Keigo's neck and rested his head on the other shoulder. Both of you having smug smiles. If Touya's the one getting hit on, oh boy. If Touya hadn't already scared the person off himself, again there was a protocol to this. Keigo would go over first, putting his head on Touya's shoulder while you held his hands and kissed his knuckles softly, safe to say the person was scared off. Lastly, if you were hit on... Touya might just kill the person /j nah nah, he reformed... Touya would wrap his arm around your shoulders as Keigo wrapped his arm around your waist. Both absolutely GLARING at the person hitting on you. Scary dog privilege. Touya's the more.. Jealous one in the three of you? Like, would definitely ask a bunch of questions to you and Keigo like "Who're you going out with?" "Where are you going?" "You better be back soon."

|| In the winter, oh you know you and Keigo take advantage of Dabi's quirk. He can warm up his body (at least in my mind) without actually setting on fire. So, after a long cold day on patrol for Keigo and a long day at work for you, you both snuggle up against Dabi, wrapping your limbs against his body, getting as much warmth as you can as Keigo drapes his wings across all of you. Is Dabi absolutely steaming and wishing you'd both get off him? Yeah, he's sweating balls, but you two just ignore it.

|| One of the best dates you all went on? When Mr. Billionaire Hero rented out the whole aquarium to have a date with you and Touya. The only people there being the workers, which was maybe 4 or 5 people at MOST. It was peaceful, you were geeking out over the smallest fish to the biggest shark, while Touya admired the water, it was also pretty chilly in the aquarium. Not to the point you had to have layers, but it was nice and cool, he appreciated it. Then there was Keigo, being head over heels for both you and Touya. He just kept his eyes on both of you, of course he was listening to whatever you were rambling about but.. What can he say? His partners were just to pretty not to stare at.

|| Arguments? You three have had arguments before. Of course, all of them ended in hugs, kisses, apologies and make up dates, but there were a lot of times that you and Touya went to sleep with just each other in Keigo's apartment because he was working. Another argument starter was that there were a lot of times where you and Keigo had to deal with Touya's pissy mood without him telling you guys what's wrong, or deal with him ghosting you both because he's shit at communication. Biggest problem with Keigo was that he was to much of a workaholic and would bail on date nights or sleepovers because he was to busy. Biggest problem with Touya was that he was terrible with communication, he'd never say his problems because he saw it as weakness. You three get through it, of course, but it took a lot of work.

|| Who cooks? You. Keigo and Touya can't cook for shit. If you can't cook either, you're all fucked. Keigo can't cook because the commission never taught him to, and Touya was never taught either, his mom always cooked or he stole something after his "death." One time you came over to Keigo's penthouse to have a date night with the two of them, just staying in though, but what did you find? The fire alarm going off, black smoke all around the halls, and screaming. You thought they started to fight like villain and hero again, but nope. They were trying to cook. Touya tried to cook the stuff on his body because "it'd be faster" and "we wouldn't have to use electricity" and dumbass Keigo agreed to it. You helped clean up the mess and just decided to order in. That was the last time you'd ever let them try to cook.

|| Gifts? Keigo buys the most gifts for you and Touya. He's the richest, so it made sense. A lot of gifts Touya gave were home made shit or something he stole. You found it endearing, Keigo found it terrible and made him give it back. He is NOT losing one of his partners for stealing a 15$ plushie. Keigo's gifts were extravagant, of course. He'd buy you and Touya the most expensive jewelry, especially piercing jewelry for Touya since he knows he has like over 10 piercings. Keigo HAS planned a surprise vacation trip to some sort of private island for the three of you to have a weekend to relax. It was welcomed with open arms, it was just... A lot. You two didn't complain though. Your pretty boy boyfriend pampering both of you? Oh fuck yes.

|| How you get along with their friends? You get along with Keigo's friends pretty well! His friends being Mirko, Tokoyami and Endeavor... He's not as social as he seems. You and Mirko HAVE hungout together before, she's really funny and a little loud but she's fun to be around. You've met Tokoyami on multiple occasions and Keigo acts as if he's his big brother/uncle. It's so funny. Tokoyami's not the biggest fan of Touya but he's warmed up to him. Baby steps, baby steps. (They've shit talked, lovingly, about Keigo before.)... You don't like Endeavor. He's big, he's scary, and he always seems grumpy and after hearing Touya's past, you're so confused how Keigo could still hang around him normally. I mean, Touya lived with him.. And he seemed to be getting better and making up for what happened. But still.

|| With Touya's friends, aka The League of Villains.. You were scared when you first met them. Safe to say you're closest with Compress since he seemed the most chill. Toga did say she wanted to stab you, which was fun. Touya explained that's just her way of saying she liked you, and you were like "cool okay, still gonna stay away from her." You have talked to Spinner before, he was chill, surprisingly. Talking to Shigaraki was... A lot. You were scared to even be 5 feet next to him. Twice was very fun to be around! You liked Twice a lot and he seemed to like you... And for continuity sake let's say this is like.. After the Overhaul shit. So none of them were pissed at Keigo, thankfully. Honestly, Keigo's chill with everyone of the League members, a little less with Shigaraki, but it's whatever. He's closest with Twice. (kill me)

|| Do you guys ever move in together? Yes! You do. At least around a year or a year and a half of dating. You and Touya move into Keigo's big ass penthouse for obvious reasons. It was an easy "yeah sure" on all of your parts. It was already like you all lived together there since you and Touya had stuff in his apartment, so it was like extremely easy to move in and adjust.

|| Pet names? Yeah, you guys have pet names for each other. You call Keigo and Touya; "Babe" "Dear" "Love" or just their names shortened to like "Kei" or "To." You have tried calling Touya "Toto" and Keigo laughed at that so hard, calling him the dog from Wizard of Oz. Keigo would call you and Touya the stupidest shit EVER. Stuff like bird-like nicknames as a joke a lot, then it stuck. But actual pet names he'd call you guys "Dove" "Love" "Sweetness" "Sweets" or shortened versions of your guys' names. Has called Touya "Toto" after you did and finds it equally as hilarious. Lastly Touya, he doesn't do much pet names, honestly he finds them cringe. But the ones he actually does is "Doll" "Sweetheart" "Babe" and those are the ONLY ones. Anything more he's like that's bullshit. But what's weird about Touya is that he barely calls you and Keigo your actual names, or even shortened versions of your names, always those pet names. You two don't complain.

|| Media? Keigo makes sure to show both you and Touya off as much as he can. Touya's already a pretty (in)famous person so he didn't care, plus it's not like he did much. Especially if it was during his rehab. After rehab he ended up working as an underground hero since that was the only thing he really saw himself doing. There is no way he'd be some normal citizen who couldn't use his quirk everyday, like no. Through the Hero Safety Commission, he was shown off as a "second chance." For the public to believe in redemption and seeing the best in people. Keigo didn't exactly like that the Commission was using Touya like this, but Touya literally gave zero shits, so it was whatever. So now, you have two pro hero boyfriends. If you worked remotely or at home, you were more than okay with being in the media, but if your job was more open to the public you'd try your best not to be apart of the media. If you for some reason were already a famous or public figure, you were a-okay with having your relationship public.

|| You all have matching profiles on all your socials. You three are the cringey ass throuple that everyone envies or hates.

|| All in all, your relationship is wonderful! You love your boys and your boys love you!

|| oml i love dabihawks x reader

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majoryeager104 · 3 months ago

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Hello again I hope you are doing well!! Could you do what Dabi x reader night time routine would be like? with it ending in reader sleeping in dabi’s arms. I just want him to cuddle me rn so bad😪

gahhh same he seems so cuddleable (he’d burn us both alive for saying such things but it’s worth it)

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The thing about working in the league is that everything was always so damn messy. Every single mission or job you were sent on, you had to go perfectly unnoticed or else seemingly all of Japan would be out looking for you. The league is infamous, the danger came with the role and you’d expected it, but that isn’t to say you’d always return to base sore and worn to your limit, slouching inside and going straight to bed.

And Touya did the exact same, except sometimes you’d wonder if it was harder for him. You were close, you knew how badly his fire effected him, and every one of those strenuous nights when he’d come back as exhausted with you, he was always hacking up his lungs from all the smoke he’d inhaled. It was why he’d always end up in your room, because having you around to pass him water and rub his back had always been quite a comfort to him.

Your night routine with Touya was a short one; you’d make tea for the both of you, and he’d make the bed, coughing and muttering curses as he did. It seemed miserable, but he’d always swear up and down that it was worse to be alone. He meant it of course, but, well, he’s Touya, so you were never really sure. Next, you’d drink tea and sit together, talking about your missions, your days, that new noodle place that was built down the block that Touya insisted on dragging you to as soon as it was open. Then you’d brush your teeth in silence, the usual hygiene stuff- one thing I almost forgot to mention was that you’d gotten him into skincare, and sometimes you’d do masks together. Sometimes. (If you were to ask Touya himself if this was true, he’d growl and walk away with his hands stuffed in his pockets, muttering to himself as he stomped off like a toddler)

Your favorite part about this night routine of yours was going to bed afterwards (real), but Touya’s favorite part was actually just before that. Most nights, if you let him, when the two of you finally get to bed, he always likes getting your hairbrush off the nightstand and just combing through your hair- untangling, smoothing it over, eventually braiding it when you taught him how (sometimes, but he has a hard time doing it and sometimes just gives up before he can finish) but in summary, to him it’s the most calming part of the night.

Then, after everything else has been settled, he turns out the light and gets under the sheets with you. It’s no secret that he is definitely the big spoon, but most nights he actually prefers just laying completely on top of you, his head in the crook of your neck. Sometimes the two of you just lay there and chat, sometimes you lay completely silent, but one thing he always does is plants kisses on your skin at random intervals till he falls asleep, his soft snores filling the room as you stroke your fingers through his hair.

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not me daydreaming the hairbrush part omg

#touya x reader #dabi x reader #touya x you #touya x y/n #dabi x you #dabi x y/n #Chloe’s requests

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leahrintarou · 10 months ago

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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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stvllioner · 2 months ago

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Ma’am I will always ask for Dabi cuz my god he is delicious - but lowkey need some tenderness or something cuz I have cramps bro 😭🫠

dabi/touya todoroki x [fem]reader

warning(s): sfw, mentions of period, sex related (but no sex 🙅🏽‍♀️), bodily functions, brief mention of a variety of natural pain killing solutions, established relationship.

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a/n: im on my period and this is like, low-key one of the very few stories where im self-inserting ,, it might be the first. oh lord, what i would do to have Dabi next to me and holding me with his uncontrollably warm body. 🫣🥀 ugh I love him. thank you, anon!

Touya's warm hand was firmly pressed onto your tummy, the sensation accompanied by full-on unadulterated moaning and groaning from your tuckered out position.

usually, that sounds like a good time but it couldn't be further from the truth than like right now. after half a week of internal suffering you are now (forcing) cuddling with your boyfriend in an effort to soothe the pain of you menstrual cramps.

well, to be correct, you did in fact force him but he did not mind at all having you in his embrace while he gently presses his warm palm to your stomach to help make you feel better. with all things considered, he didn't care about the insecurities that seeped through every now and then. bearing the brunt of thugging it out with you meant giving you space to switch positions to let out a toot or a few, and or giving you warm, sloppy face kisses when you start getting a bit more crabby than usual. it didn't help with the fact that it seemed to be that this menstrual cycle seemed to be heavier than it normally was, and you just so happened to miss the chance to take your pain meds.

like clockwork, he feels your body tensing again, stomach not moving, taught, and a light tremble taking your over muscles. another groan sounds and he can't help but chuckle at your stubbornness. the entertainment is short lived when you move your arm back to smack his thigh, hard.

"Ow! What was that for?!"

"Fuck is you laughing for??" you start to turn around, but he quickly tries to calm you down.

"Babe, are you sure you don't want any painkillers?" Touya has that stupid laugh again; but his suggestion sounds like music to your ears. "It's like you're on your deathbed."

because you are. at least, that's what you would say if you didn't feel a crazy wave of nausea wash over you. describing your period feels like this: a little tiny gremlin in your uterus spends it's time preparing happily for a baby. setting up decorations, making room only for every month to pass when she realizes nothing is coming once again. she tears down everything, punches your organs and makes it your problem. the bitch can't even pay rent but she sure as hell can throw a tantrum.

occasionally, every other cycle or so, you always try to raw dog the experience—much to your detriment. you were so committed to the idea that you didn't need ibuprofen, or Aleve, or midol, you got you! except you did need it. and you needed it bad. you've done everything you could to tone down the pains: stretching, exercise, orgasm, consuming foods that soothe the cramping, iron pills—everything. but it wasn't cutting it this time.

no, you weren't some hotep trying to prove a point, nor did you deny modern solutions. it feels like,, sometimes you rely too much on pain pills to ease the pain. but it was torturous moments like this where you remember that not every period will you be able to thug out the pain. because inevitably, you got an ass cramp that makes you want to die, come back alive to eat and swallow yourself whole and THEN spit yourself right back out. which speaking of the devil, here one goes.

suddenly the visual of you tensing and your ass clenching impossibly hard fills Touya's cerulean eyes and he's looking at you like you're birthing an alien. and this time he's not laughing. he rolls his eyes in annoyance, body swiftly leaving yours as you call out to him to come back, pitifully still to convince him to not break your pathetic resolve. it was getting ridiculous at this point, and he wasn't in the mood to see you suffer and squirm if it wasn't from his doing.

being in your space almost 24/7 allows him to find your choice in pain relief before he finds a small snack of your choice to chase right after. when he comes back, he doesn't give you any choice but to make you open your mouth and swallow the prescribed amount, the small treat to follow. you whimper like a baby but promptly stop as he sits quietly and gives you one of his infamous stares.

"In a few hours you'll get your next round," Touya points his finger at you once to silence your bubbling protest. "I'm not arguing with you."

your glare doesn't match his as you lay in defeat, back turned to him once again and resume said position. he softly huffs in victory, leaning down to give your head a kiss and also takes his place back to where he belongs.

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deadhands69 · 6 months ago

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Hitching a Ride would you like fries with that?

Tomura Shigaraki x Reader

Dabi/Touya Todoroki x Reader

[separately]

Choose your own adventure with Shig//Dabi routes. This chapter has shorter optional sections and an extra shared part to scroll to at the end.

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As you crack your eyes, the golden light breaks through the horizon. In your bleary vision, you notice that the driver has changed. You can hear Spinner’s gentle snores a seat back while Twice is behind the wheel. He hums along to the radio while his navigator, Toga, is still passed out. Her arms wrapped around a giant bag of gummy bears.

You don't recall waking up when they switched, but you decide quickly that Twice is a better driver. The van rolls smoothly over the neverending stretch of road you can see above the dashboard.

It feels like a dream.

Tomura Shigaraki ᝰ⛐

Your head is still on Shigaraki’s shoulder, his face glowing in the light as you clutch the sleeve of his sweatshirt. You don’t recall cuddling up to him, but it would appear that your sleeping body had its own agenda. Not that you mind, he’s pretty and the warmth of his body is a nice change from your usual mornings. He begins to stir so you slowly extricate yourself from his arm.

For the first time since climbing into this van, you have a chance to really look at him. He's beautiful. The morning glow illuminating his features.

A bump in the road jolts everyone awake.

Groggily, Shigaraki opens his eyes. “What time is it?”

“7:48,” Twice answers, “and we’re about fifteen minutes out from our next gas station stop.”

“Cool,” he mumbles, leaning back into the window.

Pulling into the parking lot, he perks up again.

“Everyone remember the rules? If you see a wanted sign or yourself on the news-”

“Leave,” the group grumbles.

“And if you’re going to steal anything-”

“Do it quickly,” Toga finishes, “yeah, yeah. We’ve been over this.”

“You have five minutes,” he reiterates.

The group piles out quickly, spreading in every direction. You're a bit slower, grabbing your bag before you make your way towards the restroom to wash your face and clean up a bit.

A man bumps into you. Instinctively you yank your bag away, jumping more than necessary in the process.

Shigaraki glances at the lumpy cash-filled sack before looking at you knowingly. No one has explicitly asked about it and you appreciate that. Even if you know you look like a stereotypical bank robber in an old movie.

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Dabi/Touya Todoroki ᝰ⛐

Your head rests on Dabi's chest, one of his arms slung casually around your shoulders. You feel the warmth of his body against yours, it's comforting in a way you haven't experienced in a while. You remember him falling asleep before you, hands folded in his lap. He must have moved in his sleep, you both did. In any case, you definitely don't mind.

A bump in the road jostles you all, making him jump in his seat.

“Fuck, sorry,” he mumbles, moving his arm.

“No, it's totally okay,” you respond. More than okay.

The two of you sit quietly, looking out the window but with occasional glances at each other. It's nice, you decide, having someone to pay attention to. Having someone paying attention to you.

In almost no time, the van rolls into a gas station parking lot.

The group grumbles their way through some ground rules, but you're hardly listening. You've been to a gas station before.

Packing up your only belongings, the giant bag of stolen money at your feet, you climb out of the van quickly as the doors open.

A man bumps into you on his way out the door, making you jump back and wrap your arms around your bag.

“A little overprotective of that, huh?”

You instinctively pull the lumpy sack a closer at the mention of it but he makes no moves to press further. Instead, he just rolls his beautiful eyes.

“Come on,” he begins walking towards the back of the store, “Shigaraki will be pissed if we drag our feet in here.”

⛙ Continued ⛙

While in the bathroom, you transfer some of the money to your pocket. For the first time, actually seeing the contents of the bag. Some combination of excitement, shock, and terrifying protectiveness overwhelms you. You've never seen, let alone been in possession of, that much money in your life. And, so far, you got away with it. A pang of anxiety shoots through you.

Trying to tuck the feeling away, you splash some cold water on your face. Pull yourself together, it's fine.

Rushing out the door, you grab a toothbrush, get something to eat and drink, then head outside to meet up with everyone else.

Dabi is smoking by road; Spinner is filling the gas tank. Only Magne has returned to her seat. Even Shigaraki broke his five minute rule, filling a less expensive soft drink cup with coffee.

You watch as Twice and Toga debate over candy flavors before shoving them all in their pockets. Compress is nowhere to be found.

Eventually, everyone is wrangled comes back together and the van moves on.

The day flies by quickly.

“I'm hungry,” whines Toga from the passenger seat, “I've eaten nothing but gummy bears for three days now!”

“And who's fault is that?” asks Dabi, “you should have stolen more than candy when we stopped earlier.”

She's not the only one though, none of you have had “real” food for a while and you're starting to feel it.

A few minutes later, you see a fast food drive thru sign in the distance and offer to pay. It's the least you can do for the ride.

“Welcome ta Fat Gums, can I take your order,” a grouchy voice rings out through the speaker. It's more of a command than an ask.

Toga picks half the dessert menu and a small order of fries.

Both Dabi and Shigaraki barely order anything, even if you know they have to be starving.

Halfway through ordering, you hear a loud scream coming from the building.

The voice on the speaker groans then continues like it's nothing.

“Pull up ta the next window!” without turning the headset off, he continues, “has no one started the fries? Do I have to do everything around here?”

When the van rolls around the building, the window opens and a cloud of black smoke billows out. You hand the money to a muscular arm you can only barely make out as the air clears.

“Soy Sauce!” yells the angry one who you now assume is shift manager.

“I'm on break,” a voice answers.

“Not now you aren't! You're on grill,” he yells, still not realizing the microphone is on, “Dunce Face electrocuted himself again.”

“Again?? How? I thought we made that harder to lick?”

Through the window you watch a different cloud of smoke follow the dark haired boy you know as ‘Soy Sauce’ as the bathroom door opens. In a booth nearby, a very dazed blonde is drooling on himself.

The food is still burning.

“Um, is he okay?” you ask.

“Oh, yeah,” the red haired boy handing you change responds, a little too cheerfully. “Don't worry, this happens all the time.”

Through the hazy air, you notice a girl with pink hair dancing around the kitchen. She seems to be tasked with filling the soft drink cups; they're overflowing.

It takes a solid fifteen minutes for your food to come out, the boy stationed at the register awkwardly attempting to make conversation with what he assumes is a very unconventional church group. There's an air of discomfort around everyone involved, disrupted only by the sporadic yells coming from in the building. Finally, four large bags of food make their way into your hands.

“I'm really sorry about them,” he says with an awkward smile before whispering, “we threw some extra fries in there. On the house.”

You thank him and the van lurches back onto the road. Food is dispersed and you all dig in, quickly realizing it's the worst fast food you've ever had in your life. Half of it's burnt, the other half is frozen.

Only the fries are edible.

Hours later, you're all beginning to crash. Spinner has been driving half the day and he's becoming delirious. Twice is too tired to switch back again.

“We'll pull off somewhere and sleep in here, there's not enough money to spend it on hotels.” Shigaraki reminds the group. Once more, you chime in, happy to help.

It takes nearly an hour to find a motel who's ‘no vacancy’ sign hasn't been lit up for the night. You snag the last four rooms which, assuming they all have two beds, should be the perfect amount of space to accommodate the group.

The lobby is run down and a bit grungy. The carpet could use a good deep cleaning and there's a prevalent mustiness that you can't quite place. Still, you know it'll be the most comfortable any of you have been in a long time.

You pay in cash. Key cards are issued and dispensed. Even in the haze of drowsiness, everyone's autopilot gets them through.

People instinctively pair up. Toga and Magne. Twice and Spinner. You look around the lobby and everyone's already picked a roommate for the night.

Well, almost everyone.

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dawn-moths · 5 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.

❆❆❆

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.

❆❆❆

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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walkingzombiegirl · 1 year ago

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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.

#touya todoroki #mha touya #touya x reader #dabi x reader #bnha dabi #dabi #mha dabi #dabi x you #dabi x y/n #touya todoroki x reader #toya todoroki #toya x reader

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thatonewritersomewhere · 1 year ago

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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

#mha dabi #bnha dabi #touya todoroki #todoroki touya #dabi smut #touya todoroki smut #bnha smut #mha smut #touya smut #todoroki smut

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thesakuragarnet · 1 year ago

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The Nightmare (Reverse Comfort Dabi X Fem!Reader)

Summary: Dabi’s outburst causes you to stir in the bed beside him, your vision blurred from heavy sleep, but you can make out Dabi’s form in the darkness, sitting up, hands raking through his hair. You can feel the bed getting warmer…the heat emanating from his body as his Quirk feeds into his emotions.

Tags: Dabi X Fem!Reader, Reverse Comfort, Second Person POV, light angst, bl00d, kissing, cuddling, established relationship, swearing

Word Count: 1,291 words

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Touya Todoroki shrieks, pulling at his hair as he wakes up in an overwhelming fit, overheating and crying...or at least, crying as much as he can with burnt tear ducts. He grits his teeth so hard he’s worried they might crack. His fingernails catch on the scars under his eyes as he claws at his face, wincing as a small yelp of pain bursts from his lips as fresh blood streaks down, sullying the staples that should’ve been cleaned earlier in the week. Truthfully, he couldn’t feel a thing…physically…the small noise of agony was rooted in his heart. He hadn’t been doing well whatsoever; ever since the number one hero spot was just handed to Endeavor after everything he’d put them through…everything he’d painstakingly carved into Touya’s heart, Dabi couldn’t take it. It wasn’t fucking fair. None of it was fair. It proved that hard work meant nothing. All the training on the mountain…burning himself…hurting himself just to prove he was worth a shit. It meant nothing. It was all for nothing.

Dabi’s outburst causes you to stir in the bed beside him, your vision blurred from heavy sleep, but you can make out Dabi’s form in the darkness, sitting up, hands raking through his hair. You can feel the bed getting warmer…the heat emanating from his body as his Quirk feeds into his emotions.

“Dabi?” You yawn, rubbing your eyes as you try to sit up. “Are you okay?”

“I’M NOT CRYING!” He shouts angrily, whirling around, making you flinch at the roughness and desperation in his tone. His eyes widen when he watches you shrink back, blood pouring even more down his face as he starts swearing at himself. You know he has anger issues, but this is the first time he’s lashed out at you. His eyes are distant, brilliant turquoise glazed over, and the familiar smell of burning flesh permeates the air as thin plumes of flame begin to slide out of the left side of his face.

“Dabi, you’re burning up,” You mutter, your tone hinting at your panic.

He seems dissociated for a minute, acting confused…as if he doesn’t know his own name. He blinks before registering the dull burning sensation that he can barely even feel at this point. He barely registers that the side of his face caught fire.

“Shit,” He grunts, the corners of his eyes scrunching and his eyebrows furrowing as he takes in a shuddering breath. Ignoring his obvious breakdown, you get on your knees and approach. Your Quirk is Fireproof; it’s one of the main reasons you and Dabi had learned to click so much. You were the only one that could quell his flames. Tentatively, you cup the side of his face, pressing your palm into his skin and snuffing out the azure fire instantly. He closes his eyes, shoulders rolling, breaths staggered and shaking as his chest rises and falls. Your hand moves to run through his tangled black hair, fingernails gently scratching at his scalp, hoping to ground him in some way. Your heart twists at the rivulets of blood seeping down his face, staining the sheets beneath him as it drips down his chin. You can’t stand seeing him so broken like this…especially when he puts up that cold and callous front all the time. It’s such a stark contrast to the persona you’re used to.

“It’s okay…I’m right here,” You whisper softly, aware of how silly it might sound. Silliness aside, Dabi takes another deep breath, deliberate and slow, as if he’s breathing you in. His hands drop, shaking as he tentatively wraps his arms around you, burying his face into the top of your head. He mumbles something that sounds halfway between a curse and an apology.

“Can I ask what’s wrong?” You tentatively mumble, and Dabi’s hold on you tightens, his fingernails slightly digging into the fabric of your sleep shirt, just barely grazing your skin. He pulls back.

“Nightmare,” Dabi admits after a brief moment of silence, the word tasting sour on his tongue. A nightmare rooted in memories was the real truth, but he wasn’t ready to disclose that. You gently wipe the blood off his face with your fingers, cradling his jaw in your palms as his cerulean eyes glow at you in the darkness. You decide not to pressure him any further, letting the tense quiet wash over you as you hold each other. His arms are still firmly wrapped around you, eyes flickering from in the moment to staring far away.

“You wanna go back to sleep?” You yawn, well aware that it’s the middle of the night. Dabi simply shrugs, sniffling. Another beat of silence passes between you two. Carefully, your arms fall, draping around his neck in a gentle hug, awkward but tender. Gradually, Dabi softens in your embrace, melting toward you, body heavy and heart sinking as he lets his exhaustion settle inside him.

“C’mon,” You whisper, gently falling backward onto the mattress, Dabi’s full weight resting on top of you, arms still vice-gripping your body as he hides his face in your shoulder. Your hands explore further, delicately rubbing his back, being careful not to catch on any staples. Dabi sighs, heavy with unspoken sorrow. It makes your heart pang…you wish he gave you more leeway into his psyche. You so desperately wish you could help him…not fix him. He didn’t need to be fixed; he wasn’t some broken toy that you sought to change. But it was clear that he desperately needed to heal from something…something that was gnawing at his insides until it bled raw. Either way, you were going to stay by his side. You’d already made your decision. You were in love…embarrassingly enough, and, as far as you were concerned, so was Dabi.

You listen to the sounds of his breathing, intense and quivering, feeling the pressure of his chest expanding against yours. His breaths seem to calm the longer you trace your fingers along the length of his back, grounding him and tethering him to you…to the world…to his world.

“I love you…I don’t want you to think I don’t…I…I don’t know why I freaked out on you,” Dabi speaks, his raspy voice barely audible, straining as if he’s having to force the words out…as if he’s speaking against his will.

“I love you, too. It’s alright,” You smile solemnly, turning your head to give him a chaste kiss on the cheek. He goes stiff when your lips connect with the thin strip of healthy flesh on his cheek, a shiver rolling down his spine before he relaxes once again. Dabi pushes himself up , looking down into your eyes before sweetly connecting your lips. You don’t cringe when you faintly taste the blood. You were used to it at this point. Dabi could keep up the charade that he was a monster, but you knew better…or at least…you were starting to. You were beginning to chip away at the harsh facade. You saw a side of him no one else got to see. The broad smiles. The light in his eyes and the ecstatic repetitive tapping of his feet when he got excited. He let the facade slip around you…but no one else.

Dabi keeps kissing you, one of his calloused hands brushing against your cheek, the cold staples in his wrist sending a shock through you. Finally, you separate, taking careful note of the way the corners of his mouth just barely twitch upward.

“I’ll be right here,” You promise as Dabi rests on his side beside you, waiting for you to wrap your arms around him. You bring him in to cuddle, draping an arm over his shoulder as he hides his face in your chest.

“Goodnight, Dabi.”

"Goodnight."

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zozowiththefrofro · 6 months ago

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Hot Mama

Synopsis • They try to breed or they cum in their s/o and they use their quirk and when they do the cum is too hot and it burns s/o inside or out...

Contains • Shoto x reader and Touya x reader, (a little angst if you squint.....ok maybe some...maybe a lot), back scratching, face fucking, breeding, pet names (darling, gorgeous, princess), pussy eating, dick sucking (basically 69 on Touya's part), brat taming (a little, not really), MDNI❗❗❗

WC • 1k (basically 1016 words, but who cares really)

•°Touya Todoroki (Dabi)°•

Dabi had a thing for eating pussy, (me personally) he wouldn't brat tame you by dicking you down roughly, he would make you ride his face until you were begging him to stop or give you a break.

But he didn't just eat pussy, he would make you deepthroat him too, and if he did want to dick you down, it would be rarely.

One night you both were out (you pick the place) and you started teasing him and once y'all were close enough he whispered, "69 when we get back to the crib."

( GUYS HE WOULD NOT ACTUALLY SAY THAT)

Nah, he wouldn't even warn you atp, he would just see how far you'd go, then estimate the punishment on the way home.

This time was different, than just him demanding you to take your clothes off, as he takes his shirt off...

"Lay down, upside down."

He then take his belt off and he gets on top of you, ( basically like-reverse cowgirl, but in front of your privates) he opens your legs a bit.

As he does this, he kisses your thighs, teasing you, getting a lil close to your wet parts and going back to your thighs.

You gasp and you can do nothing but stare at his growing bulge, dead in front of your face.

"What's wrong gorgeous?"

"You weren't so scared, when you were "accidentally," grabbing my dick earlier."

You could do nothing but here the ringing of your boyfriend's harsh, yet urging voice, feeling the chain of syllables filling the abyss of you mind.

He knew his words drove you crazy every time he used them at the same right place and the right time.

"What do you want me to do," you said still trying to comprehend what is happening.

"Here," he says as he takes his dick and lines it up with your lips.

"All were doing is using our tongues on each other."

A few minutes later, he had her doing the gulp gulp 3000, while bestowing cunniligus/ penis tasting (irdk if I spelled that right) on thy servant.

( Don't mind that part, I sound really dumb)

He could feel you choking and gagging and all of the whimpers along with that made him thrust himself down your throat.

While that was going down, he already knew how to make you cream in his tongue fast, going fast, flicking every second he got, then kissing it, goingslow, then going back to sucking quickly, there was basically a whole freaking formula for how this man did things to you, he couldn't help that you were so easy to read.

He started thrusting into your mouth, moments later, his thrusts get sloppier and all of a sudden you feel a warmth coating your mouth, then a scolding hot feeling, making you forget and evade your orgasm, trying to spit as much out as you can.

"Touya!"

"Shit!"

"Are you okay princess?"

"God, you almost burned my tongue off!"

He sees the tears forming your eyes and sees the spat up cum on the bed and immediately realizes.

"I'm so sorry, I swear I won't let this happen ever again."

"It's okay Tou-

"I just can't control it, incidents like these always happen when I'm around you for some reas-"

His yapping was then cut off by you smashing his head into your chest, the place he likes to lay a lot on, and rocking him back and forth, comforting him, assuring him that he's okay, that he could and cannot ever hurt you.

(After a while, y'all cleaned each other up and cuddled up and watched a movie)

Todoroki likes to plan romantic nights, like this one, but only it wasn't so romantic.

You were out with an old friend from highschool, while he was getting and putting up everything in the bedroom, oh so perfectly, for his lady/ gentlemen.

He called you then and you answered and all he could hear was chuckling and subtle and gentle words going back and forth between each other. You kinda forgot he was on the phone and all you and your friend heard was the buzz from your phone, indicating Shoto hung up.

When you got through the front door, you called from living room as soon as you locked your door and took a few steps into the house.

"Did you have fun darling?"

"Shoto?"

"You heard me."

You went up to hug him, but then your upbringing of affection came to a halt as you saw he had the look of seriousness on the features of his face.

He then picked you up and put you over his shoulder.

"Shoto, what happened, what did I do?"

In less than a minute, he had you in a mating press, all the candles were blown out, rose petals, thrown on the floor from the bed, it was all out of jealousy and fear, fear that he might lose you.

He pounded into you roughly and harshly, you, yourself still wondering, why he snapped like this.

His anger built up with every question you tried to get out about why it was all happening, and so did his body temperature.

"You know why, Darling, you would know."

His pace comes to a slow sensual one as he pours his seed himself into you, at that moment you realized what he was talking about, but then you try to push him off you, so that he can pull out of you, and try to clear the stinging scorch inside you.

"SHOTO!"

He snaps out of his red vision, all that he was seeing the whole time, and focuses on you who back you from him, cowering in fear.

"No-Darling, I'm so so so sorry, don't move away, I just lost control instead of trying to listen."

"Please don't leave me, I got scared that you would leave me, you know, for that person you were with earlier.

"Shoto, you know I would never leave you, especially not for something as stupid as this"

"Really?"

"Of course not."

He hugs you and you guys converse about the person from earlier and that there is no one that could replace him and then y'all end the night with nothing but cuddles and cheesy whispers to each other before y'all fall under the spell of slumber.

A/N • This was NOT proofread!

Don't even ask why I thought of this, I was just drawing my oc one night and was listening to vampire empire by big thief and thought of both Todoroki's hurting you, (not on purpose though) since I was thinking about drawing my oc with Shoto, and thought of this, and I had to write it down or else I'd forget the idea, (btw I write all my Tumblr into ideas in a binder.

(P.S. Other than Shoto's being, and looking rushed, and not as long as Dabi's, I'm sorry about you Endeavor (Enji) people, I just don't feel comfortable doing any topics on endeavor x reader, it makes me feel some type of weird or bad for My little firey snowflake Shoto😞 ( OH MY GOD, MY SHEILA)

#shoto todoroki #touya todoroki #mha smut #mha angst #todoroki smut #dabi smut #dabi angst #todoroki angst

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