#bnha dabi

[makitakami]

I HAVE A QUESTION. If i wrote headcannons about FemFratDabi x reader would yall read it?? (shes masc with a girly gf essentially). Pls let me know the whorish thoughts are consuming me

[saimiart]

I finally finished it)

[brielikestouya]

suck it and see, you never know

you never paid much attention to other children. however, that boy with red hair, turquoise eyes and a quirk that'd definitely make him the next nº 1 hero really wasn't ordinary. a touya todoroxi x reader one-shot tags: childhood friends, childhood trauma, character study (this will probably become a series)

You were never the kind of child who paid much attention to others.

Ever since your mother died, it’s as if you’ve been in a permanent state of trance. Your father did what he could to pay the bills and look after you and your newborn sister, but he was never really there.

You had food and a comfortable home, but you also had a father who kept his distance because he didn’t know how to cope with his own grief, let alone that of his young daughters.

So you learnt to keep your distance too.

At home, your dad decided that, at the age of 6, you were old enough to look after yourself. He could let you heat your own food, change your sister’s nappy and feed her.

At school, all you had to do was get good marks and be polite when spoken to so as not to lose participation marks, but it wasn’t as if you made any effort to be friends with anyone your own age.

The teachers would sometimes ask to speak to you privately to find out how you were, and, as always, you’d just say you were fine.

Everything was fine.

The coordinators and teachers kept insisting that you should try to make friends and play with the other children, but why on earth would you do that?

Dad didn’t have any friends either, and he coped with it really well. You didn’t need friends.

One day, after all the children in the class had demonstrated their quirks, the teachers had the idea of calling them up one by one to the front of the class to show what their powers were. The first few children to go up had rather trivial quirks, so you stopped pretending to be interested and just stared at the blackboard to make it look as though you were curious about your classmates.

You were so distracted that you only realised they were calling your name when the teacher called you out.

“Could you be next, dear?” the teacher asked with a practised smile on her face.

You didn’t reply; you simply stood up and went to the front of the class to demonstrate your quirk. When the teacher asked, you gave a brief explanation of what you could do and demonstrated it quickly.

Your words sounded like whispers, but no one asked you to speak louder, as they knew you wouldn’t.

“Wow, you’ve got such a wonderful sense of individuality! Now, why don’t you choose the next classmate to introduce themselves?”

You couldn’t quite remember who had already introduced themselves and who hadn’t, but you could say with certainty that that boy with hair as red as embers hadn’t been called on.

When you pointed your finger in his direction – as you didn’t know his name and wouldn’t have said it even if you had – the boy put on a determined expression, the sort you only ever saw professional heroes pull off on TV.

Before he could come over, you sat back down in your seat and watched him speak from a distance.

“My name is Touya Todoroki. I am the eldest son of Hero No. 2, Endeavour. My quirk is fire, just like my father’s, but mine is even stronger. That’s why I’m going to surpass All Might and become Japan’s No. 1 hero!” The boy, Touya, with his fiery red hair, held his hand out in front of him and displayed his power of fire, which was, indeed, impressive.

All the children applauded Touya wildly, and you knew it was merely flattery because he was the son of such a well-known hero.

However, amidst all that noise — which the class hadn’t made for anyone else — you noticed the small burn that had appeared on his hand after he’d used his quirk.

Was that already there?

Your eyes met as you looked at the burn, and he quickly hid his hand from your view. 

His expression changed abruptly; he wiped the smile from his face and furrowed his brow like a wounded animal trying to look bigger to protect itself.

After listening to more flattery from the teachers, Touya went and sat down with a sour expression.

Perhaps he just wanted to look intimidating, perhaps he just wanted to appear superior to everyone else in the class, but you were certain it was because someone had seen something they shouldn’t have seen.

For the rest of the day, you noticed him occasionally watching you during lessons with a neutral expression, as if he were studying you. Which was strange; after all, no one had spent so much time paying attention to you since your mother’s death.

However, when you looked back at him, his turquoise eyes would shift their focus elsewhere and pretend they’d never looked at you before.

And, for the first time in your life, you found someone even remotely interesting. You didn’t know exactly what made you see him differently from the way you saw everyone else; you just wanted to watch him some more.

At the end of lessons, when most of the children had already packed away their things, you thought it was the right time to speak to him.

As you walked towards his desk, you realised you didn’t know what to say. You never speak to anyone, not even at home, so what could you possibly say?

“What do you want?” Touya asked defensively. 

Before you even realised it, you were standing right in front of his desk. 

“If you’ve come to tell me you’re going to be stronger than me, you can forget it. Others have tried to beat me, but I’m stronger than anyone in this classroom.”

Although his expression is one of anger — most likely because he’s being bothered — you don’t sense any fear or insecurity in his tone. It’s as if that anger is channelled towards something that has nothing to do with you or the other children.

So, on impulse, you blurt out the first thing that springs to mind.

“Do you want to be my friend?”

The words come out louder than they should have, which makes Touya look a bit taken aback.

He studies your face for a few seconds, as if trying to spot some kind of catch or trick in what you’ve said. 

Your heart starts beating faster when you realise you’ve broken a promise you’d made to yourself.

You didn’t need friends; you were enough on your own, but then why were you so afraid he’d turn you down?

You open your mouth to say something like an apology, but you can’t bring yourself to do it and simply turn away to leave and try to forget his rejection. 

However, Touya’s words make your heart beat even faster, and your feet stop moving towards the exit.

“Fine.”

Touya replied simply, without much emotion in his voice. Yet, when you look at his face again, his expression is no longer one of anger or confusion. 

He seemed normal, as if that decision wouldn’t change his life in the slightest, but he also couldn’t see why he should refuse.

“Just don’t be weird,” he says at last, and gets up from his seat. You nod and try not to let on just how happy that brief conversation has made you. You have a friend. 

Having just any friend would be pointless and dispensable, but having a friendship with Touya felt different. He was different from the other children, just as you were.

When it was time to leave, he didn’t say anything else; he simply walked to the exit gate at the same pace as you. 

You didn’t say goodbye, let alone say ‘good morning’ to each other when you saw one another the next day. 

However, you had a friend now. And that feeling alone was already so much better than anything you’d ever felt before.

[soggydotcat]

This is stupid but did anyone else straight up have nightmares about The Tube after it happened or am I just extra cool and normal like that

[lovelesssoul]

My "In another universe" Hotwings drawing :)

"maybe in another universe we can cuddle all day and complain about the small things in life"

[sprinklkid]

dabi is soooo hot whhehhghwhehhheeee ,,,,,, need mi a man like him fur realsies

[lilsocksiswriting]

The Guy Your Parents Warned You About

Fandom: MHA

Pairing: Dabi X Fem!Reader

Tags: pussy soaked, dik hard, pet names, parents downstairs, blow jobs, tit teasing. nipple piercings,

Warnings: no Beta, gaggin/choking

A/N: found this tucked away in this tucked away in the doc.

The beady black eye of the teddy bear that you like to keep on your bed is staring into the soul that the villain doesn't really think he has. Dabi barely cares anyway when you are between his spread thighs, choking on his cock. 

“Shit, princess, just like that,” he hisses in his low, raspy voice. 

Dabi seems to be the only one aware that your parents are just a floor below. The two of them are probably cuddled up on the couch, watching their boring home improvement shows.

Dabi holds on to the back of your head as he snaps his hips forward, burying his cock down your throat.  You feel thick spurts of cum seep down.  You gulp, eagerly taking every last bit of the cum he gives you.

“damn, Princess,” Dabi grunts, propping himself up on his elbows.  “Took every last drip like a good girl.”

You nod, crawling back up the villain's still-clothed body. You straddle his waist, pressing your backside down against his flaccid cock. Dabi didn't usually have that fast of a refractory period. But it has been two months since he last got to see you, hold you, kiss you, bury his hard cock in your soaking heat, and feel you welcome him with open arms. It has been two months since Dabi had an orgasm that wasn't from him fucking his fist. 

You understood that, as a villain, Dabi would have to lie low or go away for long periods. This didn't make things easier. You spent the past two months trying to keep busy with school and work and to appear to be the perfect, good daughter.  Too busy with college to think about boys.  But Dabi was always on yur mind

Your thoughts always find their way back to Dabi.  Sometimes it’s when you are not busy at work, or when you zone out during a lecture, but the worst times are at night.  You’ll find yourself in bed working your clit with your fingers, imagining all sorts of dirty thoughts about the big bad villain. 

They were never enough. You were still left wanting more.  It never mattered if the orgasm was great because in the end you still missed Dabi. You missed this: his rough hand on your hips, the pet names, his raspy voice,  just his presence here in your bedroom.

“I missed you,” Yo says softly, leaning forward to kiss him.

Dabi smiles against your lips and mumbles, “I’ve missed you too, princess.”

And you can tell.  His voice has a softness with the sort of sincerity that he only allows himself to have around you. When you sit back down, you can feel the way he's slowly getting hard again.

A sly smile plays across your swollen lips when you realize, in all the excitement that followed Dabi sneaking into your room through your bedroom window and a well-placed branch, you hadn't had a chance to show him what you got. 

“I got something while you were gone.”

“Yeah?

You nod and pull your T-shirt over yo head, then toss it to the floor. You're now sitting in the villain’s lap in nothing but a pair of damp panties. Dabi couldn’t be happier. You look so good, so beautiful sitting here in his lap, chest puffed out so he can see the thin metal bars running through your nipples. And, at each end of those bars, sappier gems twinkle in the soft light of your bedside lamp. 

“Beautiful,” Dabi exhales.  He was hard now. Cock stiff and wet tip pressing into your backside.

“I’ve always wanted some kind of body modification,  and I figured these would be easiest to hide around my parents. “

“Why hide such pretty things?” Dabi purrs as his hands start to slide up your sides.

You giggle at the tingling sensation,” because my parents are my parents, Dabi. my mom clutches her pearls every time she sees someone my age with a nose piercing.”

He hums. Your parents are so vanilla.  So plain, living such a cute cookie-cutter domestic life. He wonders how they raised such a nympho like you. Then he remembers how you always have to pretend around them.  With him, you don't have to do any of that. You don’t have to act. You can just be. He suddenly feels bad for being gone for so long.

“The jewels remind me of you, so it’s a bonus on top of feeling like a total  badass.”

“They make you feel good?” Dabi asks, his finger now skimming the soft underside of your breasts.

“Major confidence boosts. And I know that they look healed, but they’re still sensitive .”

A lazy and curled smirk spreads across the villain's lips. “Now why tell me that when you know I like to be so mean to you?”

To emphasize his point, he gives one of the nipples a pinch.  The sharp intake of air and the whimper that follows suit make Dabi’s cock jump. You were so perfect for him. Everything you do makes him crave you more.

Dabi shifts your position, he sits up and moves you so that you straddle one of his thighs, still clothed in his jeans. 

Ruthlessness is in Dabi’s nature as a villain. He shows no remorse when playing with your tits—pulling and rolling the sensitive things between his fingers. Dabi's eyes can’t stop switching between his hands and your face. 

 It did hurt. Your nipples were still sore, and any stimulation made them so sensitive to everything. So, even the air in your room made them ache. But you would be lying if you didn't like the pain. You can feel the way your panties stick to your pussy with every involuntary twitch of your hips. 

“Dabi,” You call his name softly, rolling your hips against his thigh, “T-too sensitive, they hurt.”

“Poor baby,” He coos,” Want me to make them feel better?”

You nod vigorously. 

 Dabi stops his meanness and treats you with gentleness only his princess gets to feel. While Dabi massages one of your breasts in his large hand, he places his mouth over the other nipple. Your eyes roll back, feeling his tongue swirling around your perked nipple.  You roll your hips again and again. He lets go of your nipple with a lewd and wet pop, then gives the same attention to the other. 

“Dabi~” you moan when he pushes your hips down against his thigh and guides you to grind against the rough material. 

The new friction is wonderful. It is able to tighten the coil in your gut, building the pressure you had been seeking for so many nights. Dabi keeps his hands where they are, moving with the pace of your hips. He takes the piercing between his teeth.

With a sharp tug, you come undone. The coil bursts, causing your body to tremble and fall against Dabi’s chest. Your hips lose all rhythm. Dabi is there, though, pressing his leg into your wetness. 

 You are so damn cute like this; Mouth agape, eyes glazed over and glossy, and unable to stay quiet. He almost doesn't care that your parents might hear you up here. 

“You have no idea how much I missed seeing you like this,” Dabi says, burying his nose in your hair. ” Missed seeing you, hearing you,  being inside you.”

His dick gives an aching pulse. 

“Then fuck me, please. I need to feel you inside me again. I need to feel filled. Been too empty. Please fuck me, Dabi.”

And how can the villain say no when you’re sitting there drenched and begging in such a pretty voice? Dabi’s never able to say no to you.  He treats you like royalty, spoiling you in any way that he can. 

He rolls the two of you over so you are back first in the warm spot he left behind. Dabi lets you get comfortable against your plush pillows. He even grabs one and slips it under your hips to make his princess as comfortable as can be. 

Once you are comfortable, Dabi peels your underwear down off your legs. Dabi doesn't know where he throws them, and he doesn't care. He is too obsessed with the sight of you laid out bare just for him.

Dabi pushed his pants, father, down past his hips. Hell loves to be naked with you.  You make him feel so good, peppering his body with sweet kisses along every stitch and praising him about how good he looks and how good you make him feel inside and out. 

But this will have to do in case he needs to have a quick getaway because, again, your parents are right downstairs and he's a villain all the heroes are looking for right now. 

Dabi gives his erection a few good strokes, smearing precum down the shaft. Seeing and feeling the mess you made on his jeans tells him that you’re already slick and ready for him. But better safe than sorry for his princess. 

You’re already moaning for the man as he throws your legs over his shoulders and lines himself up. With one smooth jerk of his hips, he’s fully inside you. 

“My god, princess,” Dabi huffs, “You’re so snug and wet for me.”

It is not that you are at a loss for words. You just can't think when you are being filled with Dabi's cock. The man cups your face so he can see the way you melt in his touch. Your bottom lip quivers, feeling his crown push into your cervix.

“Fuck princess, that’s it. Squeeze around my cock. Missed me so much. Didn’t you”

Dabi’s fingertips dig into the fat of your hips as he begins to thrust into you. 

“Fuck! Dabi, Dabi,” your moans are like music to his heart, but the villains can't forget about your parents. 

“I know my cock feels good, princess,  but you go to keep it down .”

“Too good~”  you moan.

Dabi groans when you buck up your hips in a desperate attempt to meet his thrusts. Dabi would love to hear all those lovely noises you make for him, but he knows he can't risk it. 

As Dabi continues to fuck into you, his cock dragging along every spongy spot that makes you see the stars,  you continue to moan like a whore.  With your mouth hanging open like that, it is easy for Dabi to shove his finger in. You feel his cool fingers press down on your tongue and force themselves further into your mouth. Knuckle deep, you gag and choke on the villain's fingers. His favorite sounds. They do their job of shutting you up and so much more.

“Shit,” Dabi hisses.

You feel so good right now you don’t register the drool dribbling down your chin. You just feel pleasure from Dabi pounding his cock into you over and over. 

Dabi's taken care of that pretty voice not reaching downstairs. But now, your pussy won't shut up.  She's making the wettest, slickest noises he’s ever heard. Each time Dabi’s hips come down and smack against your ass, he swears there's a little splash that accompanies it. 

Fuck, Dabi thinks, they’re so gonna hear.

But the more he fucks into your perfect cunt, the less he cares. Maybe he can just burn them to ash and take you away? Even that line of thought becomes lost as your pussy squeezes around him. 

“About to cum, aren't ya, princess.” He teases in a strained voice because he's almost there too.

You can only nod dumbly. Dabi is turning more erratic. His blue eyes drift down to you, tits that give a violent bounce every time Dabi's hips smack against your ass. 

You feel your back arch off the bed right before you feel nothing but you yourself cumming. Hard. 

“Oh, fuck, y/N “ Dabi wheezes, hunching over your folded form. Your pussy tightens around his twitching cock.  Thick, slimy cum spurts, once, twice, three, four times deep inside you before his hips still. 

Things are very quiet after that. Dabi pulls his fingers out of your mouth so that you can properly catch your breath. For a long few minutes, you do nothing but breathe and stare at each other. 

When Dabi pulls out, you both give a small moan. Once unplugged, his cum leaks forth.  He chuckles when your face scrunches up from the feeling of his load leaking down your ass. 

“Want me to get you a rag, Princess?”

Before you have a chance to respond, there is a solid thump that  knocks against your bedroom door. 

You two freeze, but only for a second. With practiced ease, Dabi slides out of bed, fixing himself in the process, and slinks to your closet. Skillfully dipping down to grab your T-shirt and toss it to you. 

“Baby girl?” your father asks from the other side. 

He really has the worst timing. 

“Dad?” you ask in a groggy tone, as you had just woken up, just to buy you a few more seconds as you slip your cold, damp underwear on. 

“ I thought I heard something up here. Did I wake you?” 

You walk to the bedroom door to open it. 

“Yeah?” You act like you just rolled out of bed. Helps that you already look like it too. “You heard a noise?” 

Just for the extra effect of being asleep and confused, you peek out and look down both sides of the hallway. Your father clears his throat seeing that you don't have any sweats or shorts on. “Maybe it was just me, and for God's sake, y/n, put some pants on.” 

You pout as he leaves. This wasn't an act.  He was the one who knocked and came to check on you. You can wear whatever you want to bed.  Ugh, you can't wait to be able to move out.

“ ok he’s gone,” you say softly to the closet. 

Dabi steps out just as he steps in. “He really gets on my nerves.”

 You smile and kick off your panties. 

“I know, “ you agree as you walk over to the tiny bathroom attached to your room. “But I graduate next semester. Then you can come over all you like. Oh! Even hide out when yo need to lay low.”

 Dabi collapses onto the bed with a goofy smile. You were thinking of a future with him. 

[amigadiskfiles]

Lonely Star

this could be pt 1 of soft dabixreader, casual intimacy full of feelings, smoking roll-ups together, reader cooks and is cute i like this one, just fluff really; my wife is on a trip, I am miserable save me everyone…

The never-ending limbo is his home, and like a wrecking ball, he moves left and right, wrecking everything he finds in his path and hoping you'll remain in the tempest; untouched, safe, alive.

It wasn't often everyone else was out on errands. Toga had been insistent on going “shopping” with Twice for weeks now, and with Spinner and Tomura insisting that they go looking for a replacement controller, Kurogiri had his job cut out for him. And so did Dabi.

He had just wanted to lay in bed, to be lazy for once in his life and not even bother to think about anything or anyone. It was rare he had moments of quiet peace in the hideout, and he was planning on making use of it. Until you came around.

“Come on… It's cold—” you whined, pouting as you kneeled next to his bed, sweatpants so thick he would have thought you were preparing for a trip to the North Pole with how much you had shoved them in your socks to keep the cold air from finding your calves.

“The radiator has been off since last night—I'm shivering here!” you huffed and perched your chin on his mattress, right next to his makeshift night stand, and if Dabi had been stronger, maybe he could've resisted.

“Hell no, go find your own bed to lay in,” Dabi scoffed, scrolling through his phone mindlessly without paying any attention to any of the words on his screen.

“It's not the bed! You have a whole ass fire quirk and you're not even sharing,” you reiterate and reach your innocent soft little hands to his bicep, feeling up the warm skin under his white t-shirt and massaging it with your fingers.

“Did I stutter? I said; hell no.”

“Please? I'll make you soba.”

He didn't care for the food, he should have made it clear. Nor for the expensive roll ups you kept making for the both of you which tasted significantly sweeter than whatever cigarette he would steal from Twice. He was usually the premade kind, packaged and ready in batches of twenty, but the scent of your smoke always brought him out to the balcony with you, stealing the rolls right from your fingers as if they were his own and for once enjoying the taste of smoke. The food you made was enjoyed in similar fashion. Dabi had learned to never be picky with his food. Food is fuel and he needs it to keep his body going, but fuck, you had Mida's Touch or something. The League hardly had the funds for proper ingredients, yet nothing smelled as good and homely as what you made. And boy, was Dabi stubborn. He was fine with his shitty sandwiches, wasn't even looking at your plate, not now not ever.

Until he saw the little blue container in the fridge, with a little piece of meat he had been eyeing, and some carrots from your curry, maybe even a spoonful of rice—all just waiting for him. Because of course you knew he got up to scavenge at night. And of course, you left him a little portion with his name written in messy hiragana on a post-it note.

He didn't care about how much he had enjoyed that meal, or any meal after that. Especially when you persuaded everyone else to eat together once Dabi got over his secret dinner time and started hovering in the kitchen, complaining that he hadn't got his share yet.

Dabi didn't care for any of that, no.

What he did care about was his crush's legs wrapped around his own while he brought your roll-up to your lips, doing it all for you after you kept complaining that your hands had cracked from the cold and couldn't last a moment away from his warm body. Keeping warm, his ass. You were just doing it so he could spoil you, keep you cuddled up and warm by his side while you used him shamelessly.

He held his breath every time you moved, your soft cheek nuzzling closer to his bicep, nose breathing out warm air by his shoulder. Dabi wanted all of this to be over as soon as it started. It was his fault, wasn't it? He made space for you in your bed as soon as you mentioned cooking for him; he tucked you in his bed right by his side and offered you his arm and shoulder to rest on; he made space for you in his bed, and he made space for you in his heart.

Should've kept his mouth shut and his mind distracted. So much for staying away from you.

“What are you watching?” you ask out of the blue, plucking him right out of his thoughts and throwing him in cold water.

“Mindya.” Dabi answers in a nonchalant tone without tearing his gaze off his phone, and for a second he thinks you'll fall for it—that is until he feels your clothed foot kick at his shin.

“Screw you! This is the second time I almost fall for it,” you huff, pouting like you hate him as if you don't have your arms wrapped around his waist.

“Not my fault you're not taking a hint,” he murmurs back with a smirk, arm twitching after almost having grown numb from being your pillow for so long.

“You're not taking a hint,” he hears you huff again, and before he can even investigate further, he feels you shift, pushing his arm from underneath your head so you can instead lay on his chest. You'd think he would still be lanky after spending years on the street, yet with how consistent you had been with feeding him properly, he had filled out well. Chest well-defined now after months of it being bony, scar tissue no longer as taut and atrophic as it used to be, and he had one person to thank.

“Oh, I am the one not taking a hint?” Dabi scoffs, forcing his arm to move despite the numbness he felt from the wrist down.

“And what sort of hint should I be taking, princess?” he asks sarcastically as his fingers clench around the roll up that had been left burning on the ashtray before bringing it to his lips.

“As if I'd tell you—” you murmur against his t-shirt and as if on instinct you turn your head, hoping he'll give you another puff of your roll-up.

Smoke is the only thing that hits your lips, however.

“Your loss, then.” He grins after breathing out and returns his attention to his phone, not caring if the ash falls on your hair or clothes.

“Your loss, more like, considering I had a nice offer for you,”—you murmur and proceed to cuddle up even more to his side—“but since you don't want it, I'll keep my mouth and tongue out of your business.”

… Oh. Oh, you wanted him.

“You? Yeah, right! You wish.” A smoky chuckle erupts from his chest, shaking you so much you could swear every movement just made your blood boil, face and ears turning red out of embarrassment. Cute… You were so cute, so very cute with your expressions and your little hiccups when you got upset.

“Dabi, quit it—”

“Me? Sorry, pretty, but I think this is more a 'you' issue. See, I'm not the one making decisions here, am I?”

He watches from the corner of his eye, every twitch of your lips, every furrow of your eyebrows, every look you denied him—he watches it all. And maybe bullying you was taking it too far after you had promised to cook for him as thanks for letting him cuddle up with you, when it really was all just selfish actions wasn't it? Acting like he didn't want you pinned to his side would be a damn horrible lie; he just wasn't interested in doing it as a radiator. So what if he wanted you in his bed for selfish reasons?

He hates the way you look away from him and keep quiet, though. He doesn't know what you're thinking and he certainly can't change what he has already told you, so what is he meant to do exactly? Act like you're just cuddling up, sharing cigarettes in his bed as simple acquaintances? Or pretend he has no interest in being the only one you'll ever ask to share a bed with? Because he does want it, just on his own terms; them being never giving in to what he wants. Because he's not a guy you'll heal from. If it all goes to plan, you will mourn him like you mourned Magne. And seeing you do it once for someone like her, was already more than enough. Touya would hate to see you cry for him like that, and he'd rather die than give up on his purpose.

“You—”

“I—”

You both begin without looking at each other, and you both backtrack immediately, He gives way, shutting his mouth up for once so he wouldn't dig a hole even bigger than the one he was laying in, and if what you really wanted to say was important, you might just answer his question if you keep going. But you don't. You simply curl up further in his embrace, toes pointed towards your body lest you lose what you have. Dabi's patience with you is a delight you don't plan on ruining, and if staying quiet is what keeps it, you'll stay quiet.

Even if you long for the man in front of you, long to meet what lays under his spiky surface, long to meet the man that follows his heart and nose everywhere, you'll stay quiet. And if leaving him sweet treats is the way to unlocking door after door to his psyche, you'll surpass every chef around just for a moment longer.

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