#pleaseeee just

[kazumi123]

Today is my birthday~ So I had a commission done for my current favourite rare-pair! Nanami and Kakashi from White Foams and Grey Skies~ During their teen and adult years, just a little indulgence for myself, huehuehuhue~

[divinewhimsy]

Oi :) Dabi cooking with the Reader for the first time? How he would adjust to the 'peaceful and cute' environment? 🍜🖤

I’m not sure if this is a request or just a general comment for ‘Ichor’? If it’s for Ichor, I don’t plan on writing it in the fic but I’m gonna write a little drabble anyways for you here! :D

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The last thing you expected was for Dabi to be a decent cook. After his awful insult to your cooking you haughtily told him that if he was so good at cooking he was free to take over the chore for your future meals. When he actually took you up on the offer with that full-of-himself smirk, you weren’t surprised.

What is surprising is when he shoves a grocery list into your face- a long grocery list. A wide variety of vegetables and spices are listed, one after another until you get to a couple of items you haven’t ever thought of buying. Olive oil? Rosemary? You were fine with your normal list- premade meals and ready to cook ingredients. This was...Beyond your norm.

Still, the challenge in his eyes isn’t something you can ignore. You can’t let him just win this. As much as you might like to make him go out and get what he needs, you know that’s not an option. You don’t live in a perfectly tame area but Dabi isn’t a low tier villain. He’s pretty well known, unfortunately. And the time you two spend together is mostly in the privacy of your home. Not that you mind but it’d be nice to go on regular, normal dates that aren’t in the underground of the city.

Nevertheless, you take what you can get. Your boyfriend is beyond anything you could have ever hoped for- villain or not. He may still be a little rough around the edges when it came to the more domestic things in life but that didn’t stop you from enjoying every moment you can with him.

Starting with finding out how in the world he learned how to cook. When? Why? How? He isn’t the most vocal person about his past- although you did learn his actual name is Toya. It’s a slow but sure process that you’re starting to advance on with his hand in your own. Step by step as his comfort level with you increases. You know his past is a load of trauma and pain for him and although you’re not a therapist you swore you would do your best to help him through it.

So here you are, standing in your kitchen watching as he gets to work. Cutting vegetables, searing the beef you brought home- making homemade noodles. You’re in awe as he seamlessly and diligently preps and cooks. It isn’t until all the vegetables are being sauteed and the noodles are cooking that he turns to glance at you. A cocky look in his eyes, smirk rising on his lips as he crosses his arms over his chest.

“Surprised?”

“Absolutely befuddled.” you tease, smiling. “I didn’t know you were so...  inclined in the culinary arts.”

“I’m more than just a good fuck, babe.” he winks and your face burns with the beginnings of a blush.

“Well you’re not just good.” you mumble and he laughs, hands reaching for your hips as he tugs you toward him.

“Wait until you taste my cooking.” he whispers, lips brushing against the shell of your ear. “You’re gonna lose your goddamn mind.”

“Sure but mine wasn’t that bad.”

“Baby doll I love you but your food was the physical representation and taste of paint drying. And not any colorful shit either. It’s taupe.”

“Hey!” you swat at him, jaw dropping in shock. “It is not!”

“It so is.” he brings a hand to your face, running his thumb over your bottom lip. “I could teach you how to not cook like you’ve never known what taste buds are.”

“Honestly I’m surprised you know what Taupe is...” you grumble and he chuckles.

“I know more than others think I do.” he taunts, “I was the oldest sibling. I had to be smarter.”

“The oldest?” you raise a brow. Cautious. This is exactly approaching a wild animal. Slowly, carefully. Scaring him away would take away this opportunity for a long, long time if you’re not careful.

He nods, eyes focusing on your lips as he sighs.

“Yeah. I used to help my mother cook.” he says quietly. “She taught me a lot.”

“No wonder you’re such a catch.” you tease, walking your fingers up his chest until you can cup his cheek. “She had to know how irresistible you were going to be. Good looks and skilled? Whew. I’m melting.”

He smiles, that foxes grin that makes your toes curl. It’s power incarnate that runs through him- and knowing you’re the only person on the planet that gets to see this side of him? Nothing can come close to this feeling.

“Just wait until desert.” he whispers, dipping his mouth to yours seductively. Slow motions take over your lips, passion burning with every stroke of his tongue against yours, his hands grasping at your body. It takes the breath from your lungs, your mind fogging with the lack of air. You breathe, you speak- you outright live Dabi. And he knows it.

With a prompt squeeze of your back end Dabi pulls away with a cocky laugh, turning back to the stove. 

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I’d say he’s adjusting to it well enough ;)

[maxandhisdelusions]

I accidentally keep proving myself worthy at work, fuck.

Please, just fire me.