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Maya | 21 | she/her | 18+

[dxrkdreamer]

Maya

22🥀 aspiring to stay alive

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Recent Works 

Billet- Doux (Shoto x soulmate Reader) 🥀 Memories (dabi x shy reader) 🥀 Running From You (Sukuna x Serial Killer Reader)

Currently Working On 

🥀Shoto x Reader soulmate alternative universe

🥀Dabi x reader head cannons: ideas bulleted (late August)

🥀Gojo x Reader fic: angst, 80% done (September)

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[dxrkdreamer]

Desecration

Personal Trainer Aki x Reader

Based on true events lol

WC: 5k

Genre: smut, workplace

You've been admiring Aki, your coworker, for the past few months. Curious as to what's underneath his uniform.

Warnings: sacrilege, lots of sacrilege, virginity loss, reader is an experienced virgin? slightly switch reader, oral m receiving, car sex, missionary, kissing, slight out of character ngl

Nails scratched against your leggings, fabric frictioning against soft skin. Palms sweaty and gut twisting. He took a seat across from you, dazzling smile flashing. Hands clasped and on the table, legs spread open so deliciously-

“Hello, hello” he said, showing off his perfect teeth. He always knew just how to reel you in, reel anyone in. His shirt stretched taut over his muscular build. You sat in the staff room, always anticipating your encounters with the man. 

“Hi” you say back, eyes focusing on his face. Don’t look anywhere else you horny slut, you tell yourself. As your eyes catch the glint of his gold necklace. A cross dangling from it.

He smiles again, lips twitching upwards as he opens his mouth “how's pretty Y/N been?” His back is straight, shoulders pulled back, arms bulging. 

Working at a gym had many perks, one being the insanely hot guys that worked out here. The downside being, your co-workers were also insanely hot. Especially the one who sat across from you. 

“Been okay, had my last client for the day" you say, nibbling on your glossed lip. It started off easy, simply thinking he was attractive and you were lucky enough for him to think you were worth the small talk. 

"Plans for the weekend… with anyone?" He asks, leaning back on his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. Your eyes begging to just take one peak lower, but you forced them to stay focused on his face. 

"Nope, just studying haha." He always ended his questions that way. Brows furrowed whenever he waited for your response. With anyone… "What about you?" You ask. Toes twisting in anticipation as you glance over his features. He swipes a thumb over his lips as he thinks. 

"Nothing too special” he responds vaguely after some thought “You should have some fun, if not now then when?” he asks, timed curiosity filling his features. You couldn’t tell if he rhereased his expressions and phrases or if it was natural. 

Gut wrenching, hot blood filled your body with adrenaline as you spoke, “No one to have fun with haha” giving off a light laugh, flicking your hair back and bringing your head to rest in your hand. Your elbow placed delicately on the table as you looked up at him through your thick lashes. His eyes watching your movements carefully, the sway of your hair, the way your cheek rested softly in your small hand and the way your head tilted exposing your delicate neck. 

He shuddered quietly. Masked it just as quickly with another smile. You’re dangerous, you think.

“Are you looking for….” he pauses, lips pursing, eyes glancing away. First time you’ve seen him hesitate, a falter. A small mistake. He looks at you again, as you wait patiently. Your eyes flicking down at his arms as he uncrosses them, placing them in his lap as he sits up straighter. Shoulders broader, chest open. 

You tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear and lean forward, towards him just slightly. Just enough so he can smell that expensive perfume you wear, the one that clouds his judgment. Runs his mind crazy. He opens his mouth, licking his lips “Are you looking for something?”  

You breathe, lungs weakly sucking in any air possible. You were getting light headed. Control at this stage was not your strong suit. Not with so much at risk. “Something casual or short term I suppose” you say, you rehearsed it, you say it passively, as if his questions didn’t phase you. As if the mess starting to accumulate in your laced panties wasn’t real. 

You could feel the tension building in the air. Unsaid words hung heavy in the air. Anticipation coiled in your gut. Your eyes flickering towards the door of the staff room, hoping no one would come in. He followed your gaze, watching you. 

Hesitation was something you hadn’t seen on this man before. The way he carried himself screamed confidence, screamed he knew how to thoroughly fuck someone into a mess. He was put together, clothes sculpting perfectly against his body, voice and tone always in check. Perfect expressions. Everything outside screamed sophistication. But you knew better. You knew this type. Holding so much together, at such a young hot age, meant so much nasty rawness beneath the binds. 

He sighs, his hand weaving through his hair as he tilts his head back. Adam’s apple bobbing “its hard for introverts to get together, no one’s ready to say the words” he says, sucking in a deep breath before relaxing his neck, the hand that was previously in his hair, rests across the table, towards you, his fingers a mere inch away. 

“Yeah" you suck in a shakey breath. Heart beating in your throat as you stare at his features. Eyes glancing down his body.

“What do you mean by causal or short term?” his voice breaks you out of your trance. Icey eyes stare at you, going deep into your conscious, pulling your darkest desires out.

"I guess someone to hook up with and talk to" you shrug. He looks away at your response, eyes trained on the door. You study his features, dark hair kept up neatly, out of his face. Always so well put together. You could reach out and run your fingers through, the texture looked so soft.

He stands, catching your attention, walking towards you "well we got the talking part down" he says, stepping closer, "Do you wanna...?"

Before you know it, you're in the parking lot. Every step takes you closer to the edge, shoes slapping against the gray pavement as you walk. Mind flooding with thoughts.

“Done this before?” his voice floats so sweetly to your ears. An innocent smile adorning his face as the curve of his mouth stretches over his features. His cheeks pink as he looks at you.

“Not all of it…” you reply, tightening your grip on his hand. You feel him take in a deep breath, his eyes are closed as he exhales, head tilted towards the sky, he shudders. There's a chill that racks up your spine as he does.

“Aren’t you just the sweetest angel?” adoration in his voice as he speaks. He looks at you  “How far down are you willing to fall Y/N?”

The question hangs in the air as you two walk.

The weather is nice outside. The sun is out shining down on earth, its rays harsh. The fall sunlight reflected over the hoods of cars, almost blinding. But it was autumn, there was a chilling breeze, a wind that seeped into your clothes and down to your bones. The sun could fool anyone from the harshness of the chill. But you were hot, burning almost.

You hear him open the car door, holding it as you step inside the gray interior. It was… nice, you think. Nothing remarkable nor odd. He takes your gym bag and places it in the backseat as you sit down. Shutting the door, he follows and does the same.

With the hand tight on the steering wheel he drives. You’re not sure where he’s taking you exactly, but anywhere is better than the parking lot of your workplace.

“Have you?” you ask.

“Have I...?”

“Done this?”

He smirks, eyes on the road. His right hand leaves the steering wheel and moves towards your leg, he sets it down there. “I try to be good, try to repent and abstain, but the devil speaks so sweetly” the sunlight flickers on his necklace as he says it. Your eyes trace over it as it disappears into his shirt. His touch turns into a grip, hand swallowing your thigh. His pinky finger tracing lazy circles, going up and down your thigh.

It's definitely working you up.

“I’ll confess” he begins, “I've thought about this before. Watched the way your ass sways as you walk, wanted to bend you over and have my way. You’re such a distracting little girl, you know that?”

You gulp, peaking over at him, only to find him looking at you. You just realize that the car is stopped, you’re in an empty parking lot.

“Where are we?”

“At a church. Its been abandoned for years.”

“Why…. This location?”

“An opportunity for you to repent, I suppose.” His eyes flick down your body. “...Or a place to disgrace yourself” the hand on your thigh moves and unbuckles your seatbelt. The seatbelt slides back behind you into its spot. His hand creeps up towards your side, cold finger tips running the fabric of your shirt. His other one pushing his seat back and reclining it. 

“Y/N” he speaks, voice dangerously low. You turn your body, your hand on his shoulder as he lifts you up, places you on his lap. Your legs on either side of him, you’re on your knees, not quite touching yet. 

"Aki" you respond, your hands go up to touch his face, cradling it as you stare into his stormy eyes. You search the depths of his blue irises, grey pigments coursing through the seafoam. You feel like you’re searching through a storm, searching for refuge before rain swallows you whole. 

You think you find the answer you’re looking for. Mind a mess as you dive down for his lips, capturing them. Soft lips, race with yours, you feel every crevice and every dip of his mouth as you swallow him. Soft pants leave your lips as you try to catch your breath. But he’s fast, his hands are down your shirt, lifting it over your head as he discards it to the side. More access. You don’t think as you keep going, kissing him, sucking, exploring. 

You’ve done this before. You’re okay.

You find yourself on the floor of the car. Staring at the tent in his pants as you undo the drawstring with your teeth. He pulls his track pants down, hasty. Ungraceful. 

You lick your lips as you stare. Your hand ghosts around the member, your fingers barely touching as you move your head forward. You stare up into his eyes as you stick your tongue out as far as you can. You ghost it over once , just like your fingers, then with the gentlest touch you lick it, from the base of the tip. 

Nice and slow. 

And you do it again. Until you’re going much faster now, much more excited. Your hand stroking his length as your lips close around the tip. Tongue swirling around as you tighten your mouth, bringing it down, just to mid length. Before you slide away and repeat. Wet tongue glazing over him, head bowing further down as time passes. His hands are in your hair, gripping it tightly as he arches, thrusting his cock in your mouth. 

Down your throat. You could feel your tonsils contracting around it, throat expanding and jaw widening as you took him whole. All of him. Your hands are pressed on his thighs, thumbs pressing along the junction between his legs and pelvis. His hands are guiding you as your tongue does the work. Up and down, around and back. 

He lets go pulling his shirt off before reclining back, exposing more of his muscular build. Leaving none of him to imagination. 

Your eyes locked on his necklace. Tongue and lips wrapped around his cock, as the jewelry shimmered in the sunlight. Shimmered against the sweat that built up along his neck. His cock glistened with your spit, the tip rested between your lips as you paused and stared. His eyes are hazy as he looks at you, brows furrowed in confusion. “What’s the matter, my angel?”

You were pure, weren’t fully tarnished. How far would you go for the handsome man in front of you? Gamble your afterlife for a quick, hot fuck? His hard cock plunging you to eternal damnation? A life locked in hell just so you could feel his dick slide into you, feel the way your pussy grips it? 

You decided your answer, as your wet tongue traced across his chiseled abdomen, leading higher, and higher. Icey blue eyes locked with yours on the way up. Up, between his pecs, up along his collar bones, across his gold necklace, taking the cross between your teeth. 

“You a sinner now?” you speak through your grip, eyes batting.

“Pretty baby,” he says, caressing your cheek with his hot hand. Before roughly gripping your arms, fingers soft around your skin, harshly pulling you up against his face. “Always will be for you” his peppermint breath blew across your lips. 

He nudges his head forward, sharp teeth on your delicate bottom lip. He tugs it, before his cerulean gaze disappears behind closed eyelids, his mouth closing atop yours as he pulls you closer. And you delve further into his lips. Your body pressed against his as his hands traveled down your back. Touching every curve, tracing every dip with his thumbs. His hands slowly descend lower, rubbing your spine as he travels. Fingers touching the waistband of your leggings. Nudging his finger tips below, then pulling away. Tight fabric pressing into his skin. Your tongue falters with each of his movements. Until he’s in control again.

Rough and hot, you’re floating. Body held above his, his hands holding you up from under your arms. Your hair dangling and tickling his neck. Frightened, you grab onto his arms to stabilize yourself. “Had your fun yet baby? My little devil?” You see his face, smiling and melting at the sight of his mischievous look. Pink flushed skin. “There’s that smile again” he gushes.

The fabric of the seat brushes your bare shoulder, until you’re flipped. Pulled beneath the towering man. His body swallows you whole as he lays atop you. You’re stuck. Squirming. Eyes screwed shut as you shudder from a new sensation, it takes a moment for you to understand the feeling. His knee was pressing against your crotch, rubbing your clit through your clothes.

You let out a quiet sound from your mouth, loud enough for him to hear. Instantly his mouth is back at your lips. Kissing you, rubbing on you faster. You’re a mess of moans and wetness. His knee dragging down, back up, teasing you. Playing you. Slowly he pulls away. Your grip tightens on his biceps “No please-“ 

He places his slender finger on your lips “Shhhhh… baby there’s much more to come” he whispers dangerously, eyes locked on yours. You inhale sharply as you take in his words. 

You open your mouth but all that comes out is “Mhm''. 

His hands are back on your leggings, fingers playing with the waistband, dipping deeper inside, hooking and unhooking his thumbs. His mouth pressed against your stomach, leaving sloppy kisses. Biting you. Licking you. You squirm underneath gently, eyes looking up at the ceiling, nails digging into the seat.

His chin digs into your tummy, as he stares up at you. “Baby” he growls, your attention goes from the roof of his car down to his eyes. He traces his finger right against your slit, feeling you through your clothes. Feeling your sharp inhale at the touch “Watch me” he kisses you gently at your waistband, before his hands scratch your sides as he aggressively pulls your leggings and panties off in one swift move. 

Too fast for you, you’re still processing the movement, his finger working through your glistening folds. Eyes glued to each other, as he pushes his middle finger inside. He feels you raise your ass as your  back arches, watches your mouth contour before he hears you moan. The stretch sends a ripple of pleasure through your body. But he’s fast, he’s got another one inside, both stretching and touching you. 

“Where do you like it my dirty princess?” he asks, you open your mouth, but are cut off again as he presses the pads of his fingers against you. “Here?” he asks, he doesn’t need to ask. He knows the answer. He can see it. 

His strong gaze is humiliating. Watching your hips move to his fingers, watching your body writhe. His fingers tap and rub against your sweet spot, his thumb picking up your leaking essence and swiping over your clit from time to time. Like a complete slut you enjoy it, drink up the attention. Mind wandering as your body was on fire.  

You felt like you were melting, being so bare in front of your hot coworker. Having him play around with your body, flip you over like you were nothing. His fingers now scissoring, stretching you further apart. His thumb now pressing into your thigh along with the other fingers that weren’t actively turning your insides to mush. 

You’ve touched yourself. Came to yourself. You knew what you liked. But so did he.

His free hand moved to his cock, wrapping over it, and stroking it. He moves so his cock is just barely at your entrance. Still stroking as he watches himself do it.

“You scared, baby?” he asks, looking up, eyebrow raised mockingly. You were nervous, adrenaline taking over, heat melting away your senses. The seat pressed into your back, the car getting stuffy as you panted, mouth open. The windows beginning to condensate. You turn your head to look outside. To find some solace in the filth. 

The day had turned gray. The clouds covering the sun. It was still early in the evening, barely past 5 o’clock. You could hear the autumn breeze hitting the car, a few stray leaves flying around the parking lot. You closed your eyes, closed your senses. Lungs inhaling air, body relaxing into the seat. Your mind burying the innocent girl who stared at you in the darkness behind your lids. Plunging her deeper into the ground of your mind, closing her coffin, casket falling down the dirt. Down deeper, plummeting into the abyss. 

It feels like an eternity, when really it was seconds. Everything is calm and slow. With dilated pupils you take in your surroundings. The gray interior of the car seemed almost boring. The cushioned seat felt almost too comfortable. Your eyes travel out the windows, serene was the only word you could use to describe the outside world. 

Your eyes turn to look at the devil before you. Handsome smirk, face mocking as he stares at you, such an edgy look yet such a patient man. 

How does one fall?  You ask yourself. 

You take in the site of his cock carefully lined up to your entrance. His hand coated in your sticky essence grips your thighs, fingers indenting onto the plush skin. Your mind is clear, there’s no sound. Your eyes travel up, take in his toned abs, muscular pecs, bulging arms. Your eyes finally reach the necklace, it's like your mind turns, you can feel the way your body is instantly turned on. Blood suddenly flows, gushing down to your pelvis as your lungs are suddenly alive again, sucking in as much air as possible. 

It's loud now. Loud when you say “take it all”

“Baby, all for me?” he questions, “all of you, take you whole like the little slut you crave to be?” his tip pressing harder, nudging you open, but he waits. So patient it's driving you mad. He looks down, biting his lip, trapping the soft flesh between sharp incisors.

“Mhm” you nod feverently, “all of me” eyes focused on him, the tone of his body, the veins rippling over his arms. You wonder how sin could be this beautiful.

But you can’t think, can’t answer your own question. Can’t even breathe as your lungs are crushing, dragging in labored breaths as he pushes your thighs open, one leg locking behind his back.

How does one fall? The question echoes in your mind again.

“Like this” he speaks confidently, one hand under the small of your back as he pushes inside, your body screaming at the invasion but your eyes glaze over. You bite your lip hard, holding back a whine or moan or scream. You weren’t sure. “Let me hear you, baby girl.” He whispers, letting go of his cock, bringing that hand over and touching your lips, freeing it from its shackles.

“Y-yeah” you breathe, he follows it by pushing deeper. Stretching you out, tighter and tighter your body wants to fight it. Your arm wraps around his neck, his thumb playing with your lip. “With you”

He dives deeper, his head ducks down as he lets out a moan, feeling the way your walls fight him, but also the way they take him. “Is that what you want?’ he continues, slowly thrusting in, taking his time now as you squirm. Your leg shaking against his back as it locks around tighter. “Disgraceful little slut” he moves the hand on your lip down to your throat, tracing over the ligaments. Feathery touches. You could almost cry at how crazy you were feeling.

Trapped by will in a car. Underneath a man, between soft seats. Leg wrapped tightly around him, pushing him deeper inside. You could hear everything. From your labored breaths to his heavy growls, the way you sucked him inside, the way his hips slid against your thighs. You could hear it all.

“Fucked in a car, shouldn’t you have been saving yourself?” he mocked, lifting your free leg up, stretching it, flexing your hip and bringing your leg over his shoulder, your foot dangling behind him.  He pushes himself, burying himself deeper inside. He takes his hand off your neck, grabbing your arms and pushing them off him, pushing them onto the seat above your head. Gripped them tight and pressed them against the surface. “You dirty angel” he whispers before thrusting faster.

Deeper and harder.

Gasping, your eyes shut, breath heaving as he pounds into you. Your back digging into the seat. “You f-feel so good” you let out, words finally leaving your mouth. They’re heavy in the air, he’s grinning at the compliment. You weren’t sure if you were looking at your handsome coworker anymore or at evil.

The look in the kind eyes you were used to seeing had changed, they were much darker, pupils dilated. The black covering the gorgeous blue you were used to. Almost looked like a ring of ice around a dark ocean. And you were drowning. Drowning into the depths, down Marianna’s trench.

“Yeah baby? Keep taking it like the good girl you are for me” he says, smirking. He watched as you squirmed, arched your back, locked your leg harder. Soft skin burning against friction. “This pussy feels so fuckin good” he grunts, looking down. Watching himself fuck you. 

Your eyes rolled back. You watched the ceiling, the fuzz of the roof. It was moving, no you were moving, rocking backwards, then being pulled against him. Your legs burning from fatigue, but you couldn’t stop, you couldn’t let go. You felt you were going crazy, you felt so good.

“Harder, please” you say, eyes tearing up as you focus back at him. He bends down, dips lower, lips against yours.

He thrusts, much, much deeper now. Eyes widening, you look at him and he swallows the moan with his lips before it even comes out of your pretty mouth. 

“You got it baby” his breath fans against your face, fascinated by your resilience, his eyes twinkle. You watch as he pushes harder, and deeper. Digging into you.  

The car shakes, you don’t have to see it to know. Rocking back forth on its wheels, just as you’re rocking back and forth in his grip. His pecs shined with sweat, abs flexing and relaxing with each movement. His shoulders tense as he neared the end. You wanted to reach out and touch him, feel his body. Feel its ripples.

He presses further into you, and you feel the way his body moves, how it halts, how he’s breathing heavier and gripping you tighter. “Baby” he lets out dangerously. Your eyes widen as you feel the way your tummy tightens. You feel hot, sensitive and wet. With newfound strength you break free of his hands that are holding your wrists down, you run them over his chest, to his shoulders and then his neck, pulling him into a kiss.

He’s shaking as he moans into your mouth, his cock cumming into your pussy. You feel the coil in your tummy break as you whimper, squirm and cum with him. Holding him just barely as you feel like the lightest feather in the world.

And then you’re dropped back to earth, heavy. Falling from the sky in utmost bliss. 

You open your eyes again, returning to earth. Lashes lined with tears, skin raw and red. You turn your head to look for Aki.

Hair sticks to his forehead, long dark locks curling against his neck. You’ve never seen him so rough and so messy. His hard chest pressed against your soft one, heavy arm strewn across your body. You don’t have to listen to know how hard he’s breathing. His pec digging into you, with each breath he chases, recovering from his high. 

The outside world is dark. Gray clouds covering the early night sky. The sun set long ago. The sky desperately trying to hold onto the remaining red streaks left behind. But light had no business in darkness. When there was purity, there was always going to be desecration. There was no light without dark.  

He feels your small, soft body move, pushing him off so you could breathe. 

“Round 2, my ruined angel?” he asks. 

[vampyrsm]

'The Forbidden Flame.' Masterlist Prince Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

Synopsis: In a world where royalty are born and bred to sit upon a throne built by their ancestor's aeons ago, there is a prince who is destined to sit upon the throne but there is worry amongst those of the high council. Will this Prince ever be able to shake the shackles of his ancestorial rage and become a just and rightful King? Or will he simply be another spindle in the wheel that continues to crush those of lesser importance?

Warnings: Similiar setting to House of the Dragon (the era, how royalty works) but not entirely, dragons, eventual smut, deceit, violence, blood, all characters are over the ages of 18, mentions of different religions, misogynistic themes, character deaths. No beta readers, we die like kings. (Will update individual chapters with warnings also.) MDNI.

The Glossary

Chapter I: ['The Barbarous Prince'] [28/08/22] [5086 wc.]

Chapter II: ['The Summer Solstice'] [31/08/22] [6829 wc.]

Chapter III: ['Seeking Respite'] [04/09/22] [8181 wc.]

Chapter IV: ['Dance of the Dragon'] [TBD] [??]

Chapter V: ['The Crimson King'] [TBD] [??]

(More chapters will be added, if needed. Names/dates are subject to change before publication).

credit for the background image/banner: @vampyrsm please do not plagiarise, or recommend my work to places such as TikTok. Date format is DD/MM/YY, chapter releases are at 9:00pm BST on the specified date.

[bakugotrashpanda]

◇ After five years together with Midoriya, you find yourself newly single and heartbroken. When he starts dating again, you shout a bold-faced lie to the universe that wraps you and Katsuki Bakugou together for better or worse. In order to save face, you need to work together with the grumpiest man on the planet.

◇ Verity (noun): The quality or state of being truthful or honest. Also your Hero Name to go along with your quirk of forcing others to tell the truth.

ProHero!Bakugou x Fem!Reader (Brief Midoriya x Reader)

◈ Pro Hero, Fake engagement

!!: angst, sex, cheating

Normally updates Tuesdays and Fridays at 3pm PST

◇ Chapter 1: It Starts With a Breakup

◇ Chapter 2: Life Goes On

◇ Chapter 3: Always Second Place

◇ Chapter 4 - Coming September 6, 3pm PST

◇ Chapter 5

◇ Chapter 6 (18+)

◇ Chapter 7

◇ Chapter 8

◇ Chapter 9 (18+)

◇ Chapter 10

◇ Chapter 11

◇ Chapter 12

◇ Epilogue

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[sipsteainanxiety]

holding out (just for you) masterlist

pairing: dragon!bakugo katsuki x reader (ongoing)

mentions: eventual smut (nsfw ver on ao3, sfw on tumblr!), aged-up characters (24+), fantasy au, fem healer reader, descriptions of injuries, near death experience, cultural misunderstandings, fluff, second person, part of the bnha big bang collab

summary: after getting caught out in a vicious storm, you seek refuge in a dark cave, not knowing that it is already occupied by a large dragon who really doesn’t want you there.

too bad you aren’t planning on leaving anytime soon—not when he looks like that.

(or: in which you find a horrendously injured dragon in a cave and make it your duty to heal him, not knowing that he’s the infamous dragonshifter, bakugo katsuki, who has been cursed to remain trapped in his dragon form forever—unless the spell is broken)

with art done by the lovely @sdrawberrii-mochii !!! <3 here is a link to the original post (give it some love!!!!) <33

also on ao3 and quotev!

chapter one

chapter two

chapter three - TBA

chapter four - TBA (nsfw warning!!)

[dxrkdreamer]

Partners In Crime

Dabi x Reader Group Therapy Head cannons

WC: 600

Genre: idk maybe comedy?

You were a new patient at your local neighborhood asylum. It was pretty well known thanks to the infamous villain who was being treated there. 

You were in because you had a loud mouth that you used at the wrong time with the wrong authority. Following a petty crime you did. But people being sent to facilities like these was the new trend. Thanks to the League Villains, society now feared petty criminals as well.

Your stay was decent until they put you into group therapy, in a room full of other criminals including Dabi.

Dabi would immediately start making sly comments and sarcastic responses during your shares.

“I got cold porridge that looked like gray muck just because I was 10 minutes late” “well you should’ve set your alarm, sleeping beauty”.

At first it would shut you up immediately because you were terrified to be in a room full of “unstable” people. But then you learned everyone was just as fucked up and stupid as you. Especially Dabi. So you’d give you two cents during his shares too.

“I made it so far in my plan to destroy hero society with a simple conviction I had” he’d begin “you can’t manage a skin care routine for your scars, what made you think you could follow a plan to destroy the world?” you’d reply.

One of the two of you would often be dismissed from the session for being rude and interruptive.

(Also because Dabi would threaten brawls with you, which you accepted because his handsome and mangly body seemed easy to take down).

On a particular day, he dragged his metal chair beside you and plopped down. Both of you took it as an opportunity to give “distasteful remarks” on other peoples shares, at least that's what the therapist said. It was a start to new partnership. 

Every session the two of you sat together and would be disruptive. 

You two would eventually be forced into separate sessions to prevent the disruptions. But Dabi would claim “I have a mental health emergency” at the times your sessions were going to start, so the nurses had no choice but to allow him in yours. 

Eventually the nurses decided it was too much to deal with so you two were back in the same session.

At some point you two made the therapist cry. Which only got worse as the others joined in on the havoc. 

The poor therapist just gave up and quit altogether after that ordeal. It was all people could talk about during dinner time.

“You know…” Dabi approached you the next day during leisure time. His hand resting against the wall as he looked down at you. His usual attitude seemed different; he seemed more intense and focused “They’re making bets on us” he nodded towards a group of people “on how long it’ll take us to drive the next shrink out” his voice drawled out. 

“Oh yeah? What do you think?” 

He’d pause for a moment, taking out a cigarette, lighting it up before taking a puff. “My money’s in something else '' he responded thoughtfully. Exhaling the smoke out.

You rolled your eyes, “and what’s your money in?”

He’d shrug, inhaling the nicotine again, exhaling into the air before he turned his body towards you fully, and met your gaze. You raised an eyebrow at his odd demeanor “Well? What did you place your bet on?”

His eyes would trail across your face, looking at your hair, nose, until they finally met your lips. He’d bring a scarred hang upto your hair, tucking it behind your ear as he’d duck lower. “My bet is on….” he’d push his lips softly against yours waiting for a response. “My bet is on this” he’d finally say.

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I don't think the story I posted is coming up in the tags,,, so I've posted a link for it on this post. Hopefully that works *fingers crossed* otherwise reposting it would totally suck lol.

Billet- Doux

Shoto x Soulmate Reader

WC: 4.8k

Genre: angst to fluff

Being a hero under the commission wasn't easy. Especially when you had to pack your bags to be transferred to a new city. A city where you encountered someone you had been avoiding.

[dxrkdreamer]

Billet- Doux

Shoto x Soulmate Reader

WC: 4.8k

Genre: angst to fluff

Being a hero under the commission wasn't easy. Especially when you had to pack your bags to be transferred to a new city. A city where you encountered someone you had been avoiding.

With a sigh you refolded the letter that held your fate and placed it in your bag. The train continued along the rails as the view raced behind you. People who were anything but ordinary surrounded you, they were everywhere. Carrying special and unique quirks that could destroy, that could create. It was under heavy regulation that these quirks were controlled. But when they were used out of jurisdiction, heroes would have to step in and contain the damage. 

Unfortunately you were a hero of the commission, which gave you very little freedom. Hence you being here on this train taking you across Japan to be transferred to a new city with a weird name. 

Fortunately you would be under the hero Hawks, who seemed very laxed from your previous encounters with him. 

And unfortunately you also felt the hollowness in your heart grow bigger as it longed for something. For someone. Something your job prevented. You smoothed your hand across your forearm feelling the delicate soft skin. They were everywhere- soul mates. On this overcrowded train, in the cities, everywhere. But you didn’t hate them, simply wished you chose a different fate. Due to the strict control your previous boss had on you, you didn’t have much time to connect or even know who your soulmate was. Perhaps this would be different.

Not much the commission could take from me now anyways, you thought. 

You heard the bells ring their obnoxious sound as the train came to its next stop, Musutafu. Your new home. Everything was already taken care of, according to the commission, you just had to walk out, grab a cab and head to the address you were given to stay at. Simple enough. 

As you walked, you took in the city. It was a lot busier than your hometown, people bustling around and chatting away. It was a nice city you decided. As you waited for the cab someone burst out of nowhere, running-no racing down the street. It grabbed the attention of the people in the area, they started yelling and taking cover- rushing into the buildings. The sidewalk and roads clearing out. 

Giggling, you watched 3 heroes chase after him. But his speed was obviously a problem, he’d be out and miles away from them in no time. “Might as well lend a helping hand" you thought out loud. 

Humming, you focused in on the distance- the direction the "villain" was headed in. You had a quirk that created lightning- and all the forces and destruction that came with it. Which was definitely a problem since it led to high collateral damage. But thanks to your dreadful training you had learned to harness the power and learned to control it at a very fine and microscopic level. 

As you focused in, you released your quirk, which sent you flying at the speed of light, until you landed a few meters ahead of the speedy villain. With another bout of concentration you released your lightning, quickly crafting it into handcuffs. And with one final bout you tackled the villain onto the ground, restraining him in your makeshift cuffs. 

The heroes catching up seconds later, panting. “You guys seem to be out of shape” you joked as they approached you. 

“Thank you for-” the one in green began,

“WHO ARE YOU CALLING OUT OF SHAPE?” A loud voice interrupted “YOU THINK THIS WASN’T PART OF MY PLAN?” 

“Bakugo please, the villain is immobile currently and we need to act promptly” a much, much calmer voice started. You turned your vision to the third one who had appeared. For a second you feel your world slow down, as the man walked towards you, he had his grip on the quirk canceling handcuffs as he spoke and looked at the loud hero. He turned his gaze towards you, and it seemed as if he froze as well. His eyes widening and hand tightening against the hand cuffs and trembling all of a sudden. 

Were you sick? Is that why you suddenly felt hot and dizzy?

“HEY ICY HOT? PUT THE DAMN THINGS ON. WHAT IS YOUR HALF AND HALF BRAIN WAITING FOR?” the hero screamed again. You tried processing the words, but you were suddenly pushed off by the loud and angry hero as he finished the task. Whilst muttering curses at you and his partners.

“Sorry about Dynamite, he can be a bit intense at times. I’m Deku” the first hero said, offering his hand to help you up "the other one is Shoto". 

“I’m (Y/H/N), I was just transferred over. Sorry for intercepting, I should be on my way” you said half heartedly. Your attention was zeroed in on the handsome hero who was speaking to Dynamite. As he turned around to look at you, your stomach fluttered and you looked away. “It was a pleasure meeting you three” you finally said. 

A few hours later you were in the room you would be staying in. You laid across your bed, staring at your skin.

'Hi' itched along the inside of your forearm. What should be delight felt like torture. Anything your soulmate wrote on his or her hand, would also appear on yours. Served as a connection before they could meet. The letters stared back at you as you lay on your bed, arm above your head as you reread it. 

The writing first appeared on your body when you were 7, tiny and crammed letters. You guessed he was shy. It was a simple ‘hello’, and you replied with a ‘hello’ back. Continuing small talk for a few years. He was like a light in your dim life, each letter a new possibility. Giving you hope, that not everything in life was as bad as the Hero Commision made it out to be. 

You stared at the neat writing, each letter perfectly shaped and styled. He must be disciplined and polite, you thought. He deserved someone kind back. Not you, not a commission's dog. Not someone as easily swayed and disloyal as you. 

Ignoring his messages never got easier. 

With a heavy heart you closed your eyes, leaning your head back against the bed frame. After being forced into the Commission, you began ignoring your soulmate. For the better, you hoped.

It was a tiring first day, flying in and immediately starting a mission. You were grateful that the room you were staying in was cozy and minimalistic. A simple bed in the corner, a desk, bookshelf and a closet. The plain green walls didn’t demand attention but weren’t bland enough that you hated the look. The real reason you liked the room was the huge window, where the setting sun poured its final rays of light in. With a hectic life, it was nice coming home to simplicity. 

Your arm tickled once again, begging your attention, through tired lashes you read the message. 'please say something back'

The neat black scrawl across your forearm read. Screamed at you for a response, clouding your brain and eyes. A response.... So many options but none feasible

"Why don't you just respond?" A voice startled you, looking up you saw your new boss, Hawks. "Tell the poor guy you're not interested," he shrugged.

You knew he hated the commission as much as you did- as much as any hero working for them did. Having him as the body in charge of your stay here would make missions and your life here easier for you.

"Maybe I am interested". 

The sun setting casted a glow onto his already warm features. He made no sound, beckoning you to continue. Perhaps if heroes did exist, they would be like Hawks. Glorious and fierce yet still kind and modest.

You had first met him when you were still a trainee, working on a few missions with him from time to time as they transferred you around different countries. He seemed to be the wisest of your mentors. 

"I just... Know it's not possible. But I still hold onto hope I suppose"

The bed dipped beside you, the feathers of his wings tickling your shoulder as he playfully nudged you. "Who knows, maybe it is possible" he plays with the ring on his finger "maybe he would get it more than you think kiddo" he smiles.

Keigo was a man of many talents. It was no surprise he was able to keep a soul mate under the wraps with very few knowing. But you, you weren't so special.  "Could change your life for the better," he added. You played with the idea again.

Clenching and unclenching your fist, you re-read the neat words. Mind frenzying with options. He was here, in Musutafu. He was there at the recent attack. You knew he must've felt it too, the gaping loneliness you felt when you started running from the feeling. The bliss you felt when you were closer to the other heroes.

"Wait a second" biting your lip, you try remembering. You felt the connection around the other heroes. Could he be a hero too? That would change things, make things easier. Maybe Hawks was right. If he was a hero, he would understand how difficult it was to balance a hero's life and a personal life. Maybe he would even understand how difficult it was being a hero under the commission? 

“Hawks, do you remember the names of the heroes sent on today’s mission? I think there were maybe 3 of them?”

“Hmmm those 3? Know them pretty well, how come?”

“There’s something I need to ask them. What were their names?”

“Deku, Dynamite and Shoto”

Those names sounded familiar, they were definitely shouting at each other. More like the angry loud one was shouting. You figured the loud one was Dynamight, hero name suiting his personality, Deku was the strong one, since Dynamight wouldn’t stop yelling that name at him, and Shoto must’ve been the one that Dynamight referred to as “icy hot” and “half and half”

You knew you definitely did not feel a ‘romantic’ connection to the loud one. Deku and Shoto both seemed very sweet though. But Deku was very focused on the mission and Shoto seemed a bit… distracted. Distracted just as you were. 

Shoto. Warmth flooded your face. He was definitely handsome out of the others. 

“You onto something, chickadee?” 

“Maybe…” you bit your lip, suppressing a smile. He quirked an eyebrow at your behavior, his own cheesy smile spreading across his face. 

“I’ll leave you to it then” he announced, getting up and leaving the room. Not before giving you a goofy wink and shutting the door, leaving you to your thoughts.   

Shoto, Shoto, Shoto. You repeated, burning the name to your memory whilst turning on your laptop. Shoto Todoroki, UA graduate, top student. Opening link after link, gathering an idea of what he was like. Son of Endeavor. Younger brother of the infamous Dabi. 

Endeavor, Dabi. Your eyes widen, remembering the trigger of the chaos that hero society in Japan was in. The Todoroki home dynamic, unstable enough to lead to all this fall out. After all, it only takes a single man with a single conviction to spark destruction. The single man just happened to be Shoto’s brother and the Number 1’s son. 

What a shit show.

Suddenly guilt riddled your body. Your lack of responses made it no easier on the poor boy. The least you could do was let him know you were alive and cared. What would he want now?

The sun had set, leaving you in darkness, you turned in your bed, covering yourself with a blanket and facing the wall. Hiding from your room and the outside world. What would he want from you?

Stupid little you, thinking you were having it rough. Thinking you were playing the proctor. 

Maybe Dabi was right? Hero society was a front, all the heroes corrupt in their own way. You weren’t special, you were just like the rest. Neglecting someone who cared about you. 

Someone who cared about you

“He cares about me”. He wasn’t simply writing to you because he saw you as a responsibility or for personal gain, as someone he needed to find in order to be happy. If he was, he might have given up. 

The thought made your toes curl and a warmth spread through your body. 

But would he care about you if he knew you were with the commission? 

"I can't, I'm sorry" you inked onto your forearm beneath his handwriting. 

Gray smoke filled your nostrils, down your throat and burned your lungs. But you traveled further inside the burning building. Walls were crumbling, paint cracking and dry wall smoldering. Everything was barely held together by melting ice, which prevented the building from collapsing completely. 

Survivors had all evacuated thanks to the rescue team and other heroes. But there was still someone inside. Shoto. Although he must have been perfectly capable of getting out himself, your twisting gut and hammering heart forced you to act. 

Deku and Dynamight had captured 2 villains. One of them being a fire quirk user, so at least the building wouldn’t take more damage than it was currently in. But Shoto had not returned, leaving you to go investigate despite Deku and Dynamights’ wishes. “Todoroki can handle himself,” They said trying to ease your worries, but the way the two were glancing back towards the building told you that they too were worried about the dual hair colored man. So it took very little convincing for them to let you go. 

“Any luck?”

“No, I’m still looking around” you whispered into the earpiece’s mic. Your voice coming out raspy, burning against your throat from all the smoke you inhaled.  

“You’d think a two colored freak would be easier to find-” Dynamite’s voice boomed before being cut off, you assumed Deku had turned off the earpiece. 

The building would make it hard for you to use your quirk, leaving your special skill to be useless. To be more of a danger. It might just bring the whole building down. 

As you traveled deeper inside the building the smoke got heavier. Nearly blinding you. The walls crumbled and shifted as you passed them. The floor could cave in any minute, but you weren’t leaving without Shoto.

Shoto, where are you? You screamed in your head. The heat was making you dizzy and nauseous, but you had to keep going. Where could he be? “Shoto!” you yelled, your voice barely audible through the roar of the fire. Fire quirk user or not, no one could handle so much heat. 

You leaned against a wall, swaying a bit. The heat was getting too much, you had to find him quickly. You tried contacting him through his earpiece, but only found static in return. Looking around the current room you were in, it seemed like an administrative office. The papers burning, fueling the fire even more. An office! You realized in your head, scrambling off the wall you looked for a pen. 

You remembered Shoto was drawing out a plan on the map of the building prior to starting the mission. Praying he still had his marker and that the ink hadn’t melted, you scribbled against your arm like a madwoman, the ink bleeding as it touched the burning surface of your skin. 

‘Where are you? We can’t find you.” You wrote “Please be alive, I’m so sorry.”

“4th floor, B wing” appeared on your arm underneath the ink. You flew off in that direction, jumping down from where the floor had caved in. “Is it really you?”

“It’s me, I’m coming to get you” you wrote back, running across the burning building. You were so close. 

“I’m glad :)” He put his head down against the floor and smiled. He was tired, so very tired, his eyes drooping shut as he tried to stay awake. He barely had the energy to find his marker and write back. And he was numb, torso down. Stuck underneath a falling pillar he had frozen just in time before it burned him. How pathetic he thought, eyes fluttering. 

“Shoto!” he heard yelling, so much yelling. It wasn’t good in all this smoke, whoever it was could burn their throat. “Shoto!” he felt someone shake him “Shoto it’s me, please wake up. We need to get out of here” hot hands traveled down his shoulder and arms and grasped onto his limp ones. 

His eyes opened slowly, tearing up from the smoke, not believing the site. Was it a dream? You were here. It was you. Beautiful you. Standing in front of him in the decaying building. Even with scratches littering your skin and the smell of smoke, he thought you were the most mesmerizing person he’s ever laid eyes on. 

“Y-you’re…” his eyes widened, a flooding sensation of warmth filled his body. Curling around his core, causing an eruption of butterflies in his stomach. It terrified him. The feeling in his guts, his burning skin, being alone with you. Shoto was not the best with emotions, but after the adrenaline and the butterflies, he knew he felt dread. 

Why had you avoided him? Did you know of him and his past before he knew you? Was that why you avoided him? Biting his swollen lip he met your gaze, you staring back at his heterochromatic eyes. Holding his gaze. 

“I’m going to get you out of here” you breathed, squeezing his hands. Breaking him from his trance. He looked up, watching you stand and push against the pillar. White hot pain seared through your body, the cold ice against your burns as you pushed. 

“Shit, shit, shit” Did you have enough time to call Deku? He could lift it up easily. Time, so little. The building could cave any minute. 

“You… might as well use your quirk” he rasped out before his lips twitched into a small smile that made your heart skip a beat "Something tells me you aren’t going to leave without me” 

“I’ll have to be quick” you mumbled, focusing on your power. Energy swirled around your palm, it had been awhile since you had to be so delicate. “Are your legs broken” 

“I don’t think so”

“Great” you breathed, turning on your ear piece “Fourth floor, east side of the building at wing B. We’re getting ready to fly out through the window” 

“Y-y/N!” Deku screamed worriedly, but the sounds outside told you that they were ready to catch you. 

You looked at Shoto one more time, confirming he was ready. He nodded, eyes so intent on you they made you feel shy. Not now Y/N! Breathing in, you focused again.

You were going to break down the pillar with lightning, grab Shoto and jump out the building. It was a terrible plan, you thought. But your soulmate was looking up at you with so much trust, you knew you couldn't screw it up. So with one final inhale you released your power.

The shriek of lightning filled your ears, followed by an explosion as it hit the pillar. 

Fast, be fast, seconds felt like hours as you ran towards Shoto, grabbing him, dragging him across the distance and pushing the two of you out the window, shattering it. The hot shards digging into your leg as you kicked it. You couldn't sense pain, there was too much adrenaline. Too much instinct to survive with each other you thought. 

Just as you two flung yourselves outside, heroes from the rescue group had caught you, gently placing you on the ground and rushing Shoto to the nearest ambulance on site. Everyone was buzzing around you.  

You weren't sure what the voices were saying, Deku worriedly screaming, a paramedic asking questions about your cuts. It was like your head was swimming in water. But you had a sole goal. You looked around, towards him and found his heterochromatic eyes looking at you. His eyes spoke a million words, and somehow you understood them just as the paramedics helped him inside and closed the vehicle’s doors.

You never liked hospitals. The eggshell walls, the smell of alcohol, the unpredictability of it all. Your shoes squeak against the newly waxed floors as you make your way towards the shiny silver doors of the elevator. They slid closed and you settled yourself inside, pressing the number 6 and it began to glow red as the elevator started its ascent. A few people bustled in and out as it stopped on other floors along the way. It only made your stomach churn more.

The elevator stopped at floor 6, the doors opening and you were met with a hall busy with other heroes. You recognized many of them as UA graduates, probably friends of Todoroki. All of them laughing and making jokes with each other as they exited one of the rooms and crowded around the hall, suddenly making you feel very out of place. Like you were intruding in on their life.

Of course he has friends you scold yourself. Soulmates weren’t the only bonds people made. But you couldn’t help the odd feeling in your chest. They were there for him when you weren’t- when you ignored him. And you sure as hell wouldn’t be here standing awkwardly in this hospital if you weren’t reassigned under Hawks and Todoroki didn’t go missing inside a burning building. 

It took all of that for you to write back to him.

Hero work really was just a front, all of them were ugly from the inside. Especially me, you thought, each step into the crowd reminding you that you turned your back on someone who genuinely cared about you. 

I shouldn’t be here, you thought. Todoroki probably only wants me because he feels like he owes it to me. Feels like he has to. He shouldn’t be obliged to me, he can do so much better than-

“Are you here to visit Todorki-kun?” a voice rang in your ears. Looking up, you saw you were already at his room’s door. 

“Yeah I’m…” you coughed awkwardly. I’m his shitty soulmate? “I was on that mission- his last mission” you specified. 

“Oh! You’re the one who threw him out of that building! Hey that was pretty cool!” a voice boomed towards your left. You spotted a man with a huge grin, the red hair and costume made Red Riot easy to recognize. Another classmate. 

“Thanks, but it really wasn’t much-” you started, noticing you were gaining attention of the others standing in the hall. How many friends does he even have?? You internally screamed. A few of them asking questions about who you were, but your mind was starting to go numb from all the worry and stimulus. 

First having to mentally prepare for a conversation with Shoto, then having to come up here and meet his classmates, then having to answer questions you didn’t want to answer. 

Excuse yourself and come inside (Y/N)  The warmth bled onto your forearm, easy for him to say, You thought.

“Hey you look a little flushed” Red Riot interrupted your thoughts “maybe you should take a seat” a few of the heroes shuffled around to make space for you on the plastic chairs. 

“Thank you, but I’d like to speak with Todoroki” you stated abruptly. You had to get this done now or you might just pass out from anxiousness. 

You were met with a chorus of “okays” and “sorrys” as they shuffled out of your way. 

Wasting no time, you moved forward, pushing the door open and stepping inside. It was… dark?

“You can open your eyes now (Y/N)” a soft voice chuckled. Open my…? Oh.  

Light flooded in as your brain processed the sudden input. Your eyes landed on Shoto, he was patched up in white bandages, arm in a sling probably from the fall. He smiled at your sight, attempting to sit up but flinched as soon as he did. You rushed to his side, helping him lean against the pillow. Which he thanked you for as you took a seat beside his bed.

It seemed to go quiet right after, your gut clenching and twisting out of regret. He didn’t deserve this. The sun bled into the room, the curtains doing a terrible job to cover the light. You somehow were sitting face to face with your soulmate about to have a very hard conversation. You didn’t know where to begin or where the conversation would go, you just wanted it over with so you could return to your misery.

“I’m sorry!” you exclaimed, startling him from his trance, his heterochromatic gaze drifted to your face as he made eye contact. You gulped, thinking it just got one hundred times harder. “I didn’t like ignoring you, I just…” you struggle finding the right words to do you some justice. 

“Hero life huh?” he said bitterly. “I understand it, but why? For years I thought you were dead or found someone else.”

“It’s not an excuse.” you swallowed, there was no excuse. It wasn’t hard to communicate a response to him, but why didn’t you just tell him? “I’m just… selfish”

Silently you tried to formulate your next words, he brushed his hand over yours and gripped it. His soft gaze on you as he waiting patiently. Urging you to speak when you were ready. So you took a deep breath. 

“I couldn’t decide on what I wanted, I wanted it all. I didn’t want you to be hurt by my Hero life, but I couldn’t bring myself to tell you that, because deep down I wanted you- still want you.” You struggled with your next words, his good hand encompassing your shaky ones, “I think, maybe your brother was right? I put being a hero before things that should be more important. Like us”

Shoto went silent at the mention of his brother, shoulders sagging as he absorbed your words. His thumb started to rub soothing circles around your hand, maybe to comfort you or to comfort himself. Your heart beating insanely fast, you thought it would give out any second. You knew Shoto was usually quiet. But this time the silence was killing you. Destroying the little slivers of hope you had gathered in the last few days.

“I wish you had reached out to me atleast.” he broke the silence, looking down at his lap, away from you.

“You’re right I should have.”

He took a deep breath before continuing, “Hawks said you would be here for a while”

“Yeah, I could transfer to just working here if it's something I really wanted” he hummed at your response. Going silent once again.

You tried piecing together what the pause could mean. Mind running around stringing ideas and emotions together. Looking for a conclusion. Searching for something to subdue the anxious coil in your stomach.

“I’m still interested in a… a relationship” your head shot up at his words, he ducked his head lower as pink dusted his cheeks. “A relationship with you. If that’s something you would like to consider (Y/N)?”

“You shouldn’t feel obliged to be with me after all of that. Maybe someone-”

“But I want to be with you (Y/N)” he spoke “When I saw you for the first time I… I felt like I was going to burst any second. I felt like everything was complete. I didn’t even know you were my soulmate at the time but I thought, if I hadn’t had one I would try to muster up the courage to talk to you.” you were quiet “But you are my soulmate. So, would you be interested in…?” He struggled to find the right words to finish the sentence. His anxiety gripping his heart, he wasn’t ready for another “no” from you. But even with that no, he would ask you- write to you- a million more times. 

You grabbed onto his hand and gave it a squeeze, easing the worry off of him. He figured that, that was a good sign. He turned his gaze to look towards you and found you looking up at him. “Yes, that's definitely something I’d be interested in” you leaned closer, resting your head on his pillow beside his shoulder.

“How long until you’re out of here?” you asked. 

“Not too long love” he picked up your hand, pressing his lips against it. You blushed and smiled at him, he returned it with his own shy smile, giving your hand another squeeze. “Then we could get to know each other some more”

I could get used to this you thought as you two exchanged loving gazes. 

A/N So sorry for the long wait. I started writing this story back in April and was 70% done, and then life started throwing curve balls at me lol. But I finally got the chance to finish it up :)

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Soulmate AU starring Shoto Todoroki 🤔🤔🤔

...thoughts?

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A Compromise

Dabi x Reader

WC: 3.2 k

Dabi comes to collect his promised Nomus from Dr. Garaki's lab, finding you in his place. But he realizes he's in for a challenge, especially once you bring out your strap on.

Warnings: pegging, fingering (f), oral (f), handjob (m), humiliation (m), dabi swearing, slight bondage.

"You’re here for the nomus” you mused, licking the strawberry flavoured lollipop you delicately held in your hand. Cheekily you looked up at him from your seat, your tongue running over the candy.

Dabi shrugged, “Why else would I be in a creepy science lab?” the large computer screen behind you illuminated his figure. You studied his lean figure, the scars that decorated his body, his captivating seafoam eyes, his toned chest peeking out from under his white shirt. All in all, it made you… reconsider your initial plan.

“I’m sorry but the old man is out, I cannot fulfill your order” referencing Dr. Garaki. Your tongue rolled over the lollipop again “These guys here” you jerked your head towards the glass screens encasing the bioengineered humans “aren’t even the real deal”

“'M not here for your crazy science pitch” he rasped out getting a little impatient “I’d like my Nomus so I can be on my way” he lowered his voice in annoyance. Being a lieutenant for an organization he barely cared about really dampened his mood, exhausted him.

Your ears perked up at the sudden change in tone, a playful hotness rising in your gut “What if I say no?” you cheekily smiled at him.

He threw his head back and inhaled deeply, shutting his eyes tightly and scrunching his nose. “Quit being a brat, I’d hate to hurt a lady”

Classy and handsome! You internally screamed. His staples glistened in the light and you followed them as they dived down underneath his cursed white shirt. Your eyes drank in his appearance further, his belt poking out and coat lazily thrown over his body. His tight jeans outline his thighs perfectly. You could just dig your nails into them. “Fuck” you breathed, getting up off your chair. Your dress dipping lower as you did so.

“How about a deal?” you tilted your head to the side, giving him an innocent smile.

He let out a loud exhale and turned to look at you, a flicker of anger crossed his eyes “Look brat, I can obliterate you here-”

“Do it” A sly smile made its way to your lips and you walked towards him, passing by him as you walked towards an empty glass case where the bioengineered species were usually kept dormant. He stared at your back as you swayed your hips walking. Finally stopping you turned around “It's unfortunate, what happens to these guys you know” you began “Forced to follow a path and then discarded when they're no longer needed… But I guess that happens to everyone"

Dabi’s gaze looked between the case and you, confused about what you were getting at “Kinda like you, you reek of daddy issues you know?” you smirked, but before you could mutter another word he had you pinned against the glass. One hand gripping your throat, the other dangerously beside your face as it lit up in blue flames.

“It’s odd, someone like you with the league of villains, or paranormal liberation or whatever. You don’t seem all that interested in heroes” he made no move to burn you alive so you took that as a good sign to continue gambling on your life “more like… one hero” you bit your lip as you felt the heat of his fire get stronger “Is Hawks like your dad’s secret love child or something? you seem awfully obsessed with ruining his reputation” you question innocently.

“What the fuck?” he growled, getting into your face. His breath fanned against your lips as he spoke “Normally I don’t mind the company of a pretty lady, but you’re getting to be quite annoying” he shoved you hard against the case, rattling your body. You could feel the heat radiating off his body, and the way his hips were so close to yours… You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath to calm your nerves and circulation down. “My nomus” he repeated, a more sinister look on his face. One that would send a horrific shudder through anyone. But you weren’t just any plain jane.

You opened your eyes “Our deal!” you grinned “you wanted to obliterate me, well I have a compromise” you brought your lollipop to your mouth, tapping it against your tongue, his eyes followed, brows scrunched in curiosity. “If you can get me to cum first, they’re yours. But if I make you cum before me, they’re mine”

The eldest Todoroki's head dipped down, letting out a low and dark chuckle, looking up at you through his dark bangs “The fate of society rests on your pussy, I’m sorry dollface but this is a losing battle for you” he pressed his hips to yours, his growing erection rubbed against your thighs. The roughness of his jeans creating friction against your tense skin. Eyes almost rolling to the back of your head from the sensation of a hot villain grinding against you. Almost.

“Don’t get too cocky Dabi” you giggled, hand reaching down to pull the leather of his belt. The sudden movement pushed him against you roughly, eliciting a groan from the man.

Your hand worked away at unbuckling his belt and you threw it to the side somewhere. You lick your hand and bring it down, grasping his hot cock, giving it a long and slow stroke. It slides easily in your wet fist, the slickness giving him the right amount of slip and pressure. Your thumb circling around his tip, spreading pre-cum along its head. Drawing it out, slowly.

“You’re hesitating doll” Dangerous cobalt eyes stared at yours, the pads of his rough fingers tugging against your lips as they dove in to explore your warm mouth. Pushing your tongue down, eliciting a gag out of you. His fingers pulled out, coated in your spit ready to dive inside of you once again.

Although your style was a bit more blunt, it seemed the fire quirk user was a bit more patient. Savouring the moment. Teasing you. Surprising you a little, you hadn't taken him to be the type for a lot of foreplay. And the lack of release you were getting made your groan and you rubbed your cunt against his rough jeans. Creating enough friction for you to keep from begging.

"Impatient little thing" he mused at your attempt. "Won't keep you waitin' long". True to his words, his hand slipped under your dress, his pinkies hooked under the waistband of your panties, sliding them off with ease as his spit coated fingers plunged into your wet pussy without warning.

"F-fuck wait" the sudden invasion racked your body with a pleasurable pain as your walls adjusted around his fingers. As you relaxed he slowly pushed them in deeper, pressing against your walls, eliciting quiet moans from your pretty lips.

"So wet doll" he commented, eyes glued to his fingers coming out with more and more of your wetness. They glistened in the light, your essence coating them and then dripping down onto the ground in excess. Squelching noises filled the air as he picked up the pace, fingers curling against your insides as they thrust in and out. Your hazy eyes glanced down to see what he was talking about. The sight alone made you whimper and clamp down around his fingers.

"Think you can take another?" His deep voice rumbled out. He wasn't really asking for permission, so before you could incoherently give him a 'yes', another one of his fingers dived in, stretching you out. Rubbing against you.

Another moan tumbled from your lips as your hand worked away, stroking and playing with his cock and his hand toying with your pussy. But enough playing around, the world was a shitty place but it wasn’t terrible enough to destroy per say.

Before he could realize, you activated your quirk, black energy waves appeared and you pushed him down on his hands and knees, the waves quickly wrapping around his wrists and ankles like rope and binding him to the ground. “Doll” he slurred out “you didn’t say we could use quirks” the anger evident in his voice. He let out a frustrated growl as he couldn’t activate his own. His blue flames barely come out as puffs of gray smoke due to the energy you binded him with.

“We never talked about rules,” you shrugged. His angry eyes travel up your legs, admiring the way your wetness leaked down your thighs making a mess. A mess he made out of you in mere minutes.

His eyes grew hungrier at the site and he moved his tongue to lick your sweet coated legs. “Doll” he chuckled “Let me out, or I’ll get angry” he said, eyes looking up at you as he dragged his wet tongue along your thighs “and I’m not a kind man when I’m angry”.

You were enjoying this, so why would you let your new play thing out so soon? His tongue working away, slipping over your soft skin, him practically begging- no needing you to cum. But the man looked so good as he licked closer and closer to your pussy. And maybe you could indulge a little longer. Especially from the way his teeth grazed against your soft skin, marking it in deep violets and reds. Your eyes watched his mouth twist into a sinister smile, his tongue teasingly circled your pussy. His eyes staring into yours in amusement as he continued to toy with you.

“Oh Dabi…” you groaned, leaning against the case and shutting your eyes as his tongue finally swiped over your clit quickly, followed by a nice long swipe from your aching hole back up to your clit. Giving you more substance, more pressure, more pleasure. His lustful gaze trapping your eyes as you stared deeper, and grinded harder against his wet, dripping tongue.

“You taste so good doll” he hummed against your cunt, your hand reached out to grip his dark locks tightly, tugging on them, as his tongue delved into your folds. Lapping the juices that spilled out of your sweet pussy.

Maybe it was the way he was one all fours, maybe it was because he was a villain, or maybe it was just the look his eyes were giving you. But you felt yourself snapping at the sight. He looked so good, bent over for you, shirt rolled down to his shoulders exposing his toned back as he worked away at your pussy. A dangerous arsonist on his knees for you. You could almost cum from the thought.

But even he had his limits, as his untouched cock twitched angrily he let out a pained groan, losing focus and detaching his mouth. It was enough of an opportunity for you to gain some sense of reality and you quickly moved away to catch your breath.

Letting out a shuddered breath, he looked up to where you were standing before. But instead he was met with his reflection in front of the glass.

A newfound annoyance grew within him. The stress of the league, your bratiness and now his throbbing fucking cock. "You piece of shit doll. I'll fucking incinerate you, till your a pile of pathetic fucking ash"

His cock throbbed again against his abdomen. Pre leaking down it's underside and dripping onto his balls. He could hear you shuffling around, only worsening his mood further.

With his arms and legs bound to the ground there was little he could do. Except- "no" he shook his head. No way in hell would he beg. "Dabi" your sweet voice rang in his ears. "Earth to Dabi" so angelic. "Dabi!" You yelled, slapping the back of his thigh, jolting him back to reality.

"Fucking hell! Crazy bitch!" He shouted back. The force enough for his cock to slap against his stomach, sending some stimulation through his body. But it wasn't enough.

"You look cute" his cheeks flushed red and he looked up at the glass to see your reflection. You were twirling a new lollipop in your mouth. "You like being praised?" You questioned at the sight of his cheeks.

"Pffft no" a lie

"Hmmm, should I tell you how good you looked when you were angry" you grip his hips "how much you turned me on from activating your quirk?"you pulled his hips against you. "how pretty you looked when you moaned from fucking into my fist?" His eyes widened as he felt the toy you had harnessed around yourself. "How good you'll look when I fuck you?" Your breath fanned against his ear.

"If you don't want it just say red" you thought aloud "or blue, I don't really care what color" you hummed, the toy strap on grazing his hole. The feeling instantly had him tense. Eyes wide, he stared at his flustered expression on the glass.

I look fucking pathetic. He thought

The options tearing his pride apart. On one hand he could just blurt out a stupid color and this would end. On the other hand was the crippling and unnecessary stress his current league situation was causing. He needed some outlet, and since they were laying low now more than ever he wasn't able to have his regular hook ups.

The choices lay in front of him. Say a color and call it a night and save his pride. Or finally have his release at the cost of his pride.

The next words were heavy on his tongue, dark eyes stared at his reflection and finally traveled up to your nonchalant one. More annoyance coursing through him at your expression.

"Sociopathic fucking bitch"

"Ah! I knew you'd come around!" You exclaimed with glea. Nails digging into his ass, you pulled him against the dildo. Pressing it further, already lubed up, the tip slipped in with ease. The dark haired man bit his lip harshly, drawing blood as he held his noises in.

"Poor little villain" you drawed, pushing in deeper, grazing against his prostate. The stimulation earned you a muffled moan followed by a desperate pant. "Who woulda thought it would be this easy to make you crumble"

"Y-you just…" he took a deep breath in an attempt to hide the whine that threatened to escape his lips "you play dirty. Pure fuckin' evil"

"I guess I am evil, I'm not really a fan of the world either" you casually confessed as you thrust into him. "Hey, focus on me" you grumbled, pulling his hair and forcing his head up to make eye contact with you. "I just don't like innocent people dying, you feel?"

He felt a lot of things at that moment. The heat coursing in his body, the burning pleasure in his hole, the throbbing pain his unstimulated dick felt, the sadistic smirk you wore on your face and his pitiful position. But he didn't feel anything about the outside world or the league. His body and mind solely focused on the pleasure you were giving him.

"Villains" you roll your eyes "so pathetic" you gave another thrust, filling him up before you finally began at a slow rhythmic pace. Your composed expression and controlled pace gave him the sick thought that this wasn't your first time doing this.

"Y-you've done…. You've done- fuckk!" He moans loudly, as you pick up the pace. Thighs smacking his as the toy had him falling apart so easily.

"This before?" A cheesy grin spread across your features "not with a villain as cute as you".

The same blush as before spread across his features at your praise, the force of your thrusts jerking his body forward as he looked up at you. His cheeks bouncing, lips tightly held together and eyes looking above to stare at you. Almost looked like he was pouting.

"Fuck you" he spat, but the situation only making him look like a naughty kid, followed by loud whimpers as his trembling lips held him back as much as they could.

"Watch yourself, big bad villain" your hand let go of his hair, his head dropping to meet his reflection in front of the glass. The double meaning behind your words had his shudder in both fear and lust.

His needy little pants fogged the glass, his lips covered in cuts from his teeth and his eyes glazed over in pleasure. "Fuckkkk you're insane" he moaned, his eyes rolled back in pleasure. Trying to insult you using the remaining bits of his sanity.

But your pace was relentless, pounding almost. Each thrust delivered enough momentum for his cock to slap against his toned abs. Providing it enough to get off from.

And he watched himself at your command. Blue eyes filled with lust and cheeks a dusty pink as you pounded in him. His limbs growing weak as the pleasure took over his body, growing inside him, threatening to break the barrier he was barely holding up.

"You’re… fucking crazy… Fuck-" His vision blurred as his head dropped and hung low, drool slipping off his lips and dribbling down his chin. A loud groan escaped his swollen and bruised lips as he felt himself letting go.

"Getting off from something so dirty like the villain you are, hm?" You mused at the sight, earning a jumbled whimper and moan from his quivering self. He was close, you could tell. "Cum for me Dabi, I bet you'd look so cute"

As if I need your permission he screamed internally, but a part of his depraved and insane self loved it. Loved the control you had manifested over him. How an annoying nerd overpowered him with just a simple binding quirk and silicone toy.

The thought made his body twitch as his blood rushed down to his lower body, giving him one second of clarity before it crashed over him in a wave. His hips stuttered as his hole convulsed on your toy and cock sputtered out his hot cum. Coating his stomach and dripping onto the floor.

It was as though his world broke in half as he came, watching the way the scene before him split as his eyes rolled back. Giving you one final loud moan, followed by quiet pants as he regained his lost sanity.

"Fucking, stupid, sociopathic sciencey bitch" he breathed out, your quirk deactivating and his limbs were free, allowing him to slump onto the ground as he caught his breath.

One of his eyes opened as he observed you, casually slipping out of the harness. Your dress bunched up, barely covering you. Legs still covered in your slick and his spit from earlier. Much earlier, when he still had control. His lips formed a lopsided smirk at your state.

"We're not done here" he grunted, grabbing your ankles roughly and pulling you down to the floor. The cold tiles that hit your back and legs made you hiss.

"We had a deal-" you began thinking this was what it was about.

"keep the fucking nomus, I don't care about them" he grunted, "Or say a color stupid bitch" he mocked you, but you weren't really interested in any colors as you looked at him climbing on top of you.

His cock pressed against your stomach as he hovered over you. The dark look in his eyes told you that you were in for some serious consequences.

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WIFEY Part II

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WARNINGS: toxic, manipulation, kidnapping, age-gap, size-kink, masturbation, bit of torture, held against will. 

You are Enji Todoroki’s sweet young little wife, perhaps needing to be rescued by someone a lot younger? Someone like his son Touya.

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Since you mostly write about Dabi in MHA. I was thinking if you could just for a change do a Tsuyu Asui x Elementalist Quirk! Male reader, concerning the reader’s family, the reader is Endeavor’s and Rei’s nephew, Shoto’s and his siblings cousin, reader’s father is Endeavor’s older brother and reader’s mother is Rei’s younger sister

Tsuyu Asui x Male Reader

WC: 700

(A/N: I hope I didn't do too bad on this, it was my first time writing a male reader so it might be a little shaky. But I hope you like it!)

It wasn't common for people to go out in the rain. True to that you got strange looks from people in their cars or in their homes. Watching you as you made your way through the stormy weather. The rain left you untouched as you bent it to your will, leaving you and your clothes dry.

You enjoyed this weather. It was as if the earth cried with you, the clouds breaking down in loud thunder and lightening. Similar to the storm in your heart. The rage in your body.

It wasn't uncommon for people to have family issues per say. Although your family and extended family seemed to take the crown for it. Always boasting about their perfect yet taboo creations. Always fighting about who was better, you or Shoto.

It left for very awkward and strained interactions between you and your cousins.

You made your way towards a pond, the smell of wet earth and rain water filled your nose as you neared it. Even with all the rage around it, it seemed the small body of water remained calm. Serene in the mess of the world.

Your eyes closed momentarily as you breathed in the scent, calming your nerves as your mind played flashbacks of earlier this morning. Your family was having breakfast with your cousins, but as usual the heavy and gut twisting tension ruined the meal. Followed by Endeavor challenging you to battle it out with Shoto.

Although the half-hot half-cold boy sent you an apologetic glance, it wasn't enough to stop you from storming out of the house in anger. Leading you to your present situation.

Activating your quirk a little more, you used wind and heat to dry off a patch of wet grass. Taking a seat on the dried grass, you watched the scenery. Occasionally using your quirk to manipulate the water into chaotic waves.

"I got your text, what happened (Y/N)?" Her voice instantly calming the storm in your mind.

Your eyes met with Tsu. She was dressed casually, and her hair done up in a bun.

Shurgging you responded to her question, easing the worry that painted her face "was having breakfast with my cousins and uncle".

Tsu was a smart girl, she could sense the heavy awkwardness between you and Shoto back in UA. She was also a blunt girl so she asked about it once, leading you to confide in her about the unnecessary rivalry. She was also a kind girl, so she listened carefully and told you she would be there when you needed it.

"mind if I sit beside you?" She asked, as you nodded she took a seat on the grass you had dried up. She watched the waves you had created using your quirk crash against one another, obvious that you were biting back your tongue and releasing your anger towards the water. "You and Todoroki are grown ups now, you don't have to let your parents control you, or have them challenge you two against each other."

It was true. You could do that. But it wasn't that easy.

"you decide how much you want things to get to you" she continued "if a relationship with your cousins is what you want then persue it, it might even make it easier to ignore your Father and Endeavours' bickering" she thoughtfully said, interlacing one of her soft hands with yours. Her warm skin lovingly blanketed yours, reminded you that you weren't merely a product of someone's taboo goals, but a human who had a heart and love to give to the world.

"I'm sure my cousins want it too, but it's just awkward trying to talk to them now"

"It'll take some effort but it's something that's worth it in the end" she replied, resting her head atop yours. She watched as your waves slowly relaxed, now just mere ripples, indicating your anger dissipating.

"Thanks Tsu" you whispered, closing your eyes. Her presence and closeness relaxed you further. It made you feel stronger, like you could conquer all the difficulties life would throw at you.

"It's what I'm here for (Y/N)".

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Memories

Dabi x shy childhood friend reader

WC: 5.3k

Genre: fluff with some angst

Dabi’s memories haunted him, thoughts of you ran wild in his head daily. But he wasn’t alone. Given another chance could he find the courage to reconnect with you after years of separation and lies?

The day washed over him, exhaustion shrouding his body as he stood staring out the distance. “Oh that was Snatch, the sand guy” he mused. He closed his eyes, the moonlight shined over his scarred face. The ocean stared back at him as he reminisced old memories. Pleasant ones that always found their way into his mind, but always left him longing.

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He first noticed the quiet girl when he was playing outside. She sat alone playing with the grass, pulling and shredding it. Her hair fell over her face covering most of it, only a small smile showed as she continued her little game. 

The young boy was an ambitious one. A friendly one who strived to the best at whatever he could. "Hey! What are you playing!" he ran and squatted down beside her, observing her and the grass in her hands.

It was a while before she responded. Touya studied her quivering lip and shaky hands as she awkwardly twisted the grass between her small fingers. "Ummmm... It's a game I made up in my head" she mumbled, hiding her face more in her hair.

"Can I play too? How do you play?" He asked, getting excited at the opportunity of making a new friend. Her lack of response made him pout, had he said something wrong? "I'm Touya by the way, I live down there" he jerked his head and pointed in the direction of the Todoroki household. 

He felt triumph when he noticed her take an interest as she looked over at where he was pointing. He got ready to speak again, when he caught her breathtaking (e/c) eyes, taking in the beautiful color, her long lashes, and expression. "Wow you're really..." He started again but she quickly looked down hiding her face again. Oh... Maybe I really am doing something wrong. 

He sat beside her, not giving up yet as he started pulling grass out and making a pile the same way that the girl was. There was another long pause before she responded, "I'm (y/n) and I live with my..." She swallowed slightly, testing the word "grandma". 

"Really! That must be nice!" He said to her smiling as he finished his pile "Hey (y/n) look at my pile! It's bigger than yours!" He called out, but by the time he looked beside him he noticed you were gone. 

He had asked his mom if she knew anything about you, but she simply said that the sweet old lady brought you into her home one night.  When he told her more about his encounter with you his mom told him not to bother you so much until you adjusted to your new home and neighborhood. 

Touya took this as an opportunity to try and become your friend. He saw you playing by yourself a lot and noticed you avoided most of the kids. "Come play with us (y/n)! It's not good to be by yourself all the time!" He'd tell you, but you'd shake your head and nervously fidget with your fingers as you'd tell him "it's okay, I like playing by myself"

But enough was enough one day and he decided to sit by you and talk to you, "annoy her until she becomes my friend" he proudly told his mom and his siblings. 

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"Hey (y/n)! I'm going to be a hero one day! Have you seen my quirk! It's so cool, I can make fire, wanna see?" 

This piqued the girl's interest as she looked up at him curiously "sure, I'd like to see your quirk". 

To her surprise he set a whole tree ablaze in a mere second, it crumbling to ash and rising into smoke. "Wow that was so cool Touya!" She yelled but quickly covered her mouth with two hands at her outburst. 

"Isn't it! I'm going to surpass All Might one day!" He proudly said.

"I'm sure you will Touya" she giggled shyly as he rambled on telling her about his dreams of becoming the number 1 hero and making his dad proud. 

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"Hey, Touya" he was surprised to see you approach him first. It was usually him coaxing you into playing with him. You were hiding something behind your back, your shoulders tense and gaze downwards. There was a breeze that found its way into your hair, whisping it back as you took small, nervous steps towards the red head.

"I wanted to... My grandma said" she stuttered "no sorry, I wanted to give you this" you held you a beautiful looking flower towards him. It's pretty petals covering your shaking fingers as it was presented to him. He looked between you and the small gift, still processing the situation.

He was taken aback by your sudden boldness. Although he noticed how you had shut your eyes tightly, turned your head away and how your hand trembled as it gripped the flower, he did not expect this. But a shy smile crept up his face as he looked between the pretty flower and beautiful girl. 

"For being nice to me, I think you're supposed to give gifts to people you like but... I don't have money but I saw this flower and I liked it, and I thought you might like it too, so I plucked it for you because you're important and nice to me, and when you're a hero you'll probably get a lot of gifts from people you've saved" you rambled about the flower and how he was special to you for showing you kindness. 

It was the first time you talked for more than 10 words. Your words caused heat to raise up to his cheeks and gently put his fingers around the flower's stem, accepting the gift "thank you (y/n) it's beautiful" he pulled you in a hug, wrapping his arms tightly around you and resting his cheek on your head "like you" he whispered the last bit, but it was loud enough for you to hear. 

"Awww look at these two love birds" both of you snapped your heads up to look at your grandma and Rei hiding behind some trees taking pictures of you two with a camera. 

The voices causing more heat to crawl up the boy’s face, he felt like his chest was about to burst out in flames. Ones that were not quirk activated. "Mom!!" Touya yelled embarrassed "that's not nice!" He turned to look at you to make sure you hadn’t passed out from the embarrassment but you were already gone "and you scared her away!"

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"Hey, sorry we haven't played in so long I've been training my quirk more" he sat down on the grass beside you, his knees against his chest and head slightly downcast. A mop of white hair covering his face. The downcast expression upset you, your friend was changing in a not so good way. And it was hurting him inside.  

You moved a little bit, grasping his rough hand in your soft ones "you're hurt" you frowned "I- did you burn yourself?" It was obvious to anyone he was overusing his quirk to the point it was taking major tolls on his body, but he had been trying to hide it, especially from you. 

How would he be the number 1 hero if he couldn't use his quirk to its maximum ability, mould it to his will. How would he make his dad proud, how would he protect you?

His hand suddenly went from searing hot to a cool and relaxed feeling. As if he had never burned it, as if he had never left a scratch on it. He quirked his head to look at you, your hands glowing as they worked into tending his wound. In the moment he thought you were too beautiful to be of this world. Were you an angel sent from heaven? 

"Sorry I'm not that good, I can't really control it well" you spoke, the glow leaving your skin and you let his hand fall back into his lap. 

"That's so cool! You're like a healing angel!"

"Not really healing" you spoke, pulling your knees against your chest and hiding your blush in them. "I can just control the internal temperature of objects and people that I touch."

Touya looked at you, grinning "it's still cool! What else can you do!"

"This is pretty much it to be honest" you looked up through your lashes. You frowned a bit as you noticed him wincing as he rested his back against the tree. You activated your quirk again and put your palm against the grass, willing your power to flow through the ground, and upto the tree. 

Touya instantly relaxed against the tree as he felt the bark cool. He fell into deep thought, the training sessions with his dad weren’t going so well. Even worse now that his younger brother was born, "Do you think I'd make a good hero?" He asked. The insecurity peaking through his usual facade. 

"The best!" You blurted, shying away instantly "you'd be amazing"

"I don't think my dad has been interested in me since Shoto was born, he has all his dreams set on him now" he frowned at the thought. The hurt was evident in his voice. Slowly you watched him crash against the feelings of neglect and hopelessness. What made it worse was the rest of his family losing faith in him too.

He heard some rustling around and noticed you repositioning yourself so that you were facing him better. "It doesn't matter what he thinks, you can be a hero if you think it's cool. Be the hero you want to be" you smiled, a blush adorning your cheeks as you spoke. “I’ll be cheering for you!”

He leaned back, closing his eyes, a small smile ghosting his lips "thanks (Y/N)".

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With that he finally opened his eyes. “I’ve thought about it so much it's driven me insane” he whispered hoarsely. Eyes heavy as they leaked a bloodied tear, his thumb brushed against it, wiping it off.

Memories of his past replayed in his mind every night. Before he'd fall asleep, he'd think about you. Reminded himself that you atleast believed him, had hope in him, supported him.

And given another chance, maybe he'd do things differently.

But he did not have another chance, life was more complex and didn’t have a rewind button. It was relentless and unforgiving. And so he left the scene and ventured through the city, taking the long route back to the hideout. Giving his brain the chance to agonize him some more in the privacy of the night.

"For fucks sake its too annoying up here sometimes" the man cursed at his thoughts. Hands deep in his pockets as he walked towards a dim alleyway minding his own business.

"Please I don't have any more money" his ears perked up hearing a quiet voice.

"Who said I need more money, pretty lady?" This time a gruff voice. His previous thoughts disappear as a new fire builds in the pit of his stomach. It's flames roared through his veins as he got closer to the scene.

Sure I'm a villain, but even I have some manners, he thought, picking up his pace, walking faster as he approached the scene in darkness. His eyes narrowed on the two people, it seemed the universe wanted to toy with him more than it already had today.

The fire deep within him heated up, burned through his veins, spiraled out of his fingertips and made its way through the air towards the man as he grabbed your hand roughly. But before it could reach him the man let go of you abruptly, searing with pain as he gripped his hand. But it wasn't enough, Dabi's barrage of blue flames engulfed the man, burning him right in front of you.

You stood there shaking, your mind still processing the scene. You looked at man, the flames, at yourself trying to understand what had just happened. Finally your eyes turned towards your somewhat hero, meeting his gaze. You gulped, tongue too heavy to speak.You tried moving forward but your knees gave out from the adrenaline and you fell onto the hard concrete.

"Hey, hey you're safe now" a voice whispered near your ear, swooping you up. Hot and calloused hands gently gripped your arms, pulling you up onto your feet “Although you seemed to have handled him” he chuckled.

Dabi was a bit unsure of this situation. If it was a dream, or if it was the universe punishing him for his crimes and past. He was awake, he figured, his skin was hot and in pain after releasing his quirk. And you felt too real in his arms, too warm, too soft, too alive. His footing softly shifted, to help you balance up on your feet more.

The ordeal seemed too much for you. In response you gripped the man's coat tightly, your knuckles turning white as you steadied your shaking feet. Heat rising to your cheeks from the proximity of being so close to someone you did not know. “Thank you” you whispered,  your bangs falling across your face as you hid under them. The same calloused hands pushed them back, your face now in full view as he studied you.

Not a lot had changed, you still had the same kind face, the same shy smile, the same reddened cheeks. You turned your head to look up at him and his breath caught in his throat, the same breathtaking (e/c) eyes from all those years ago stared at him before quickly looking away.

Would it be so bad if he stayed for a while?

“I should walk you home” he blurted without thinking and you looked up at him surprised. This time he turned his gaze away as he felt heat rise to his cheeks. “You know” he coughed awkwardly “you might want some company on the way after that”. 

The rest was a strange blur to him, somehow from walking you to your street, he ended up inside your apartment. He found out you were moving into your grandma’s old home who had recently passed away, after asking about the boxes lying around in your apartment. His eyes were curious as he scanned your walls as you were in the kitchen making tea. (And also escaping a social situation, not that he was surprised with your actions).

But it seemed his interest in you was growing, despite his silent screams for him to stop. Blue eyes scanned your apartment, memorizing your new life and what you had been upto. His eyes stopped at a wall, in particular, which was full of carefully framed photos.These must have been important to you if they were still up. Intrigued by them,  he walked over, squinting at the pictures you had up. His forearm rested against the wall as he got closer to take a more detailed look, “Well isn’t this something”.

Rough fingers brushed over the pictures you had of him and you during your childhood. He chuckled at the flustered look the two of you had on your faces when he saw the photograph from when you gave him the flower. The first time you acted in such a bold way. His cerulean eyes darted towards the other pictures of the two of you that were carefully framed.

He felt his cold heart thaw, you still regarded him as someone important. Someone special enough to frame in your living room. Someone worth being reminded of every day.

“(Y/N)” he breathed out. Quiet enough so that you couldn’t hear him. It had been years since he said that name aloud, it felt foreign yet so familiar on his tongue. Like he ate a piece of nostalgic candy. Its taste overpowering as his senses dived into his past. Except it wasn't pleasant, it was a past filled with hurt and desperation. Pain clawed its way into his body as his gut twisted at the memories.

The sound of the kettle woke him up from his trance, meaning you would be back soon. He affirmed that it wasn’t right for him to be here, the moment itself was suffocating him. More painful than the scars on his body. And so before you could enter the room with hot tea, he was already out the window leaving you in the darkness of your apartment.

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“Dabi?” you said loudly, holding up a tray with hot tea. In response you heard wind from a window you had not opened. Piecing the scene together you figured he had left. Setting the tea down on the coffee table, you drop to your knees, the hard surface scratching your skin as you let out a shuddering breath that you were holding this whole time. 

You wanted him to stay, he was so familiar. Maybe it was because you were so shaken up, maybe it was just the tiny sliver of hope that was always in your chest that maybe, just maybe he was still alive. 

It was a futile thought, but one you always played with. Sought an agonizing comfort in. 

The sound of the wind hit your ears again and you got up to shut the window but something caught your eyes. You approached it, eyebrows scrunched as you bit your lip. A picture of you and Touya seemed to be slightly crooked. You brought your hands over to realign the frame but your eyes caught the smudge on the corner of the glass. A fingerprint. 

“What a night" you shook your head smiling. The familiar eyes, the warmth, the care, a recently smudged picture of him and you. “I hope I see you again”. 

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There was a gnawing feeling in your chest. A feeling that gripped your heart, and twisted your gut. You felt your mouth scream, but no words came out. You felt like you were running, but you were frozen in place. Ahead of you ran a white haired boy, enraged as he ignored your silent pleas. And then the scene split, you were seeing a fire. Watching the mountain before you burn to ash. The heat reaching you, twisting your fear. But this time your larynx opened up and you screamed an awful audible scream, waking you up. 

"Shit" you scrambled up your bed, the covers messily strewn on the ground. A hand to your beating heart as it rampaged. "Just a dream, it's only a dream" you reassured yourself, arms circling to hug your shaking body as your eyes leaked tears. 

You were back in your childhood room in your late grandma’s house, except with furniture more fitting of your age. It had been weeks since you saw Dabi, almost sure you had imagined the similarities between him and Touya. You figured it was a way your pitiful mind tried to find comfort in the never ending grief his death caused. 

As your heart and nerves calmed down, your feet padded towards the kitchen for some water. The chilly air hit your thighs as you made your way, gulping down the much needed drink.

"Fucking shit!" 

You heard a bang and cursing. Your body picking up where it left off moments ago, going into haywire from all the adrenaline pumping in your blood. But as you peaked over from behind the wall, a familiar tuft of black hair and cobalt eyes could be seen in the living room. A soft laugh escaped your mouth, it's melody echoing throughout the small home.

Eyes wide and ears alert he whipped around to look in your direction. An adorable expression adorning his features, like a little boy who had just been caught stealing an extra cookie for dessert. 

"Oh doll, what a coincidence who would've thought…" he began racking his brain. His usual cool composure breaking as he thought of an excuse as to why he was in your old home. At an address that "Dabi" shouldn't know about. 

"A coincidence hm?" You giggled again, covering your mouth. 

"I figure I should ransack a different home, wouldn't be very nice of me to do that to ya" he said, stuffing his hands in his pockets trying to act like a cool villain as he made his way towards a window. Hesitating a bit, he looked between the window and the carpet, not wanting to leave just yet "ya know…. You still owe me tea from before" he swooped around to meet your gaze.

"You try to 'rob me'" your hands float up to air quote him "and now you're asking for tea".

"Might've came to steal the tea" he stood up crossing his arms, puffing out his chest in intimidation. The act pushed the neckline of his shirt down and you caught sight of his toned chest peeking through. A blush instantly paints your cheeks a dusty pink as you run to the kitchen. Rumbling laughter from the man rang from the living room upon seeing your expression and action.

In all honesty, Dabi didn't know why he had come here. Call it a part of the series of bad decisions that was his life. But regardless he took a seat on the old couch. He had definitely missed you, your friendliness and warmth. That shy smile that always crept up your face.

You were the only one that believed in him.

That alone made his chest warm up and swell. 

He longed for the comfort you brought him, and seeing you again those weeks ago was enough to drive his mind to the brink of insanity. He needed you. 

And from the way you were tossing and turning and muttering in your sleep, it seemed you needed him, or Touya, too. 

"You're too kind doll" he said as you set the tea cups down, taking a seat beside him.

It seemed like not a lot had changed. You were still a shy girl, and he loved every bit of teasing you. That small comment alone had you hiding behind your hair. 

Although you were in a new setting and situation from the one minutes ago, your dream still clung to you. Peering over at this person, you studied the striking similarities. And your heart wrenched painfully, almost eliciting a sob from you. The state you were in didn't go unnoticed by the man before you. He figured it must've been the nightmare from earlier.

"Bad dream huh?" 

"You were watching me sleep?" You countered back. 

Okay maybe a little more gutsy than before his voice called out to him "such a pretty girl, how could I not?" 

There it was again, the blush that heated your cheeks and you looked away muttering something. "I guess you could say it was a bad dream" 

"A dream, at the end is just a dream" was he being too harsh? "Try not to let it fester in you too long" he tried again. Comforting others wasn't exactly a strong suit of his, mentally kicking himself for his lame attempt at comforting his old friend. 

"Sometimes" you began, index finger tracing the cup's rim as you searched for words "it's hard if it's a dream based on a bad memory." 

He hummed in response, unsure of what to say. His cobalt eyes met yours and noticed your wet lashes. Were you crying? 

You everted your gaze quickly but he suddenly moved. Scooching closer to you, he placed his rough hand atop your soft one, squeezing it gently. Your eyes meeting again as the moonlight casted a shadow over his face "I should turn on the lights, I'm sorry I hadn't realized"

But it seemed he was a step ahead of you, and with a small hand movement he had lit all the candles in the room with blue fire. The flames danced as they shined in their small glory. Out of an old habit, your hands reach up, grasping his palm. Small hands glowing as they cooled the skin of his scarred ones. His sharp intake of breath reached your ears, but for once you didn't take heed and continued your work until you were satisfied. Letting his rough hand go as you settled yours back into your lap.

"Thanks again, pretty girl" he said quietly, voice dipping into a whisper. The internal facade he kept clinging to finally breaking down, it was a mistake coming here- coming back. But it was too late. He was neck deep in the ocean that was your kindness and love. A special kindness and love he only saw you give him.

Your angelic eyes studied his seafoam ones. He felt his life fade behind him somewhere, his sole focus on you. "(Y/N)" he breathed, cupping your cheek. His calloused thumb brushed against your smooth skin and you involuntarily leaned into his touch. The blue flames cast a glow to your skin as you watched the cold exterior he had built over the years melt away, leaving behind the broken boy you knew.

"Touya" you whispered back, his mouth moving on its own accord as he heard his name- real name- fall from your lips. 

"I'm right here" he said before closing the gap and placing a gentle kiss on your lips. His lips ignited a warmth within you and you felt as though you were floating. Away from the grief, the pain and longing his disappearance had left behind. Replacing it with a euphoric feeling, a feeling where you had everything. Soft mismatched lips glided across yours as he deepend it, the sensation leaving you wanting more and you followed in suite of his movements. Synchronized as if you two were one. 

Slowly you both pulled away, eyes opening and staring into each other. His seafoam eyes held your gaze with adoration. He missed you so much. “You’re so beautiful” he breathed, his mouth open in slight awe as he admired your features. It was true that someone beautiful on the inside was also beautiful on the outside. His thumb continued to stroke your cheek, and you brought a hand up, holding his in place. 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Your lip trembled slightly, eyes watering again “I was always on your side”. 

Pain laced Touya’s features as he searched for an answer through his broken mind, something to suffice for your grief. Something to explain why you deserved the agony he caused you. “I wanted to…” he began, his tongue heavy in his mouth as you waited expectantly for his answer. Peering over at him, observing the conflict rampaging his mind. “ I’ve gotten involved in some not so nice things over the years… I'd hate to see you caught up in them”. 

He felt close to death many times in his life, but he was sure nothing compared to this. Watching your head hang low as you stifled your quiet sobs, shoulder shaking trying to contain yourself. “Hey, don’t cry '' he smoothed his hand over your jaw, moving it down over your neck to your shoulder where he pulled you against his chest and into his embrace. You buried your face deep into his deltoid and let out your silent cries, your tears wetting his shirt and seeping onto his skin. 

An apology would never be adequate, even he knew that. His lean arms pulled you impossibly close, flush against him. Hoping his actions could make for some atonement. Perhaps seeing you fall apart in his arms was a fair punishment for continuing to intrude on your life. 

“Thanks for visiting” he heard your muffled voice from under his head. You shifted in his arms, moving your head away from his shoulder to look up at him. Comfort wasn’t his strong suite but he remembered he liked the way you would stay close beside him whenever he was upset. 

But he knew he couldn’t be here for long. “(Y/N), I’m sorry but I can’t stay” 

Dread coiled within your gut, twisting up as you choked another sob. “What do you mean? I-I won’t tell anyone, no one will know Touya”

I know but I can’t, try to understand his sanity screamed the appropriate response at him. Ears ringing with those words but the emotional side of him stayed grounded to reality. “I have to take care of some… stuff.”

“Well what about after?” you pouted. 

“If you still want me after, I’d be happy to” he sighs, running his free hand through his dark disheveled hair  “I’ve done some pretty bad things angel” he chuckled darkly, looking away from you “I’m a villain for fucks sake”

“You’ve still been my hero countless times. When we were growing up and I was too shy to play with anyone else, that night in the alleyway and countless times tonight too” you argued back. Persistence evident in your voice, desperation too maybe? It reminded him of himself. Wanting to be acknowledged, listened to. You didn’t deserve this again. 

Although he followed you for his own reasons, the intimate moment the two of you shared in the dim living room was not something he could just walk away from. He couldn't walk away from you again, no matter how hard Dabi was fighting Touya internally. His fingers rubbed soothing circles on your lower back, while you rested your head delicately against the scarred skin between his shoulder and chest. 

With closed eyes he took a deep breath and shook his head chuckling, “If you say so angel” before lifting your body up in his arms and carrying you through the dark hallway towards your bedroom and onto your bed.  

“Stay a little longer Touya, please” you reach up and grab the collar of his white shirt, gently tugging him towards you as he allowed himself to fall onto your sheets with ease. 

“You’ve been quite bold tonight angel" Dark eyes looked over you. "Your face is going to be priceless in the morning. It’ll be worth sticking around for” he whispered in a villainous tone, head dipping so he breathed against your ear. 

“Touya!” you squeeked, pulling the covers over your head, hiding in embarrassment as your face flashed a hazardous color of red.

“‘S the matter angel? Thought you wanted me around?” he chuckled cooly. 

“Shut up, I do” your muffled voice came out from under the blanket as you snuggled against it. The man laughed at your antics. He could definitely get used to this. But first he had some things to finish up. 

The reminder of it caused a heavy cloud to form over his thoughts, dampening his mood a little. The reminder of what he set out to do, his goal of bringing his father and heroes alike down. “Hey angel, for the next few days you should stay inside your home”

“Hm?”

“It’ll be dangerous… ” he thought carefully. Piecing his words, thoughts and rationality delicately. “But… " he sighed in defeat I’ll come back to you”

“Promise?” your face poked out from underneath the covers innocently. Your lip caught between your teeth as you anticipated his answer.

“I promise (Y/N)” he pulled the covers over himself, joining you in the warmth of your bed. The old memories of you would no longer drown his sanity. He could make new memories with you now, ones that would hold the broken man he was with love and adoration. Perhaps that's why his conscience suffocated him, it knew that he needed you. 

The concept of a relationship wasn't something he was used to. But he was used to a relationship with you. He'd learn more along the way. 

"Touyaaa stop staring!" 

"Shhhh, just go to sleep angel" he whispered, kissing your temple. 

[kiwi]

“you’re so polite!” thank you i have anxiety

[fic-dumpster]

hi, I see you playing with colors... may I have some dividers too? (◕દ◕) dark red tones would be nice ❤ I have a new series and finding dividers that match my theme is kinda hard

thank you in advance ♡

Wine - 5 colors

Dimensions: 1300 x 11 px || Like/rb if use // No need to credit me

Hex code: #330000

Hex code: #7e0020

Hex code: #620a1a

Hex code: #500000

Hex code: #da9d7e

Works best with dark modes!

[dxrkdreamer]

Okay okay so 80% of the rough draft of this dabi x shy childhood friend reader fic is done. But now I'm conflicted on the ending 😂 do we want angst or fluff 😂😂

Are there any specific themes anyone would like to see that I can add when making the final draft?

[dxrkdreamer]

Princess.

Dabi x Female Reader

WC: 436

Warnings: name calling, praising, choking, fucking. Minors do not interact. 

"Look at you my little girl" he cooed, cock buried deep inside your wet cunt. The weight of his body held up by his elbows as he admired you from above. You had your hands tied above your head and legs spread out and over his shoulders.

"So fucking messy just from fitting me inside" he said grabbing your chin and forcing you to look up at him. Tears streamed down your face, your eyeliner running down your cheeks just from Dabi pushing his cock in you. 

"Not so fucking cocky now are ya?" He laughed pulling your panties out of your mouth "Hey what's wrong doll face? You didn't think there wouldn't be any consequences for pissing me off?" Your lack of response only made him smirk wider. And he gently pushed his cock in deeper, giving you one little thrust. 

"Dabi please!" You gasped, pussy clamping down on him, sucking his cock in. It took all he had in him not to moan your name. Your perfect little pussy always pleasing him, always begging for him. 

"Please what doll?" He smiled, keeping still as he grinned at your desperate expression. "What does my pretty princess want" 

"Y-you to fuck me"

"Oh? You mean like this?" He drawed out his words, as he pulled out and pushed back in, giving you a deep, slow thrust. Your eyes rolling back as your aching pussy finally got some release. "Yeah, like this princess" he started again slowly, "my dirty little girl" his hands ghosted over your neck, tracing your windpipe before his fingers wrapped around your throat "who just wants to get fucked" he rasped out, fucking you slowly and deep. Tightening his grip on your throat and blocking your airway. 

"Fuck Dabi, please harder" you groaned. His cock touching all your special spots with each movement. You lift your hips up and grind against him,  his hot skin touching yours. 

"Harder princess?" He mocked, his icy lustful gaze on yours as he tightened his grip, choking you. His hips moved faster, and your moans got louder. His free hand moved down, picking up your leaking essence before he began drawing lazy circles on your clit. You arch your back in response, stuttering out another incoherent sentence for him.

His lips reach down and kiss your jaw, leaving a trail of kisses up to your ear. You felt his breath fan your ear and felt the warmth of his tongue as he licked his lips. Your pussy sucking him in greedily as you moaned his name, eyes glazed over in pleasure.

"Such a fucking slut" he whispered.