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eggyboyoart · 1 year

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Domestic Bliss

CW: Todoroki’s terrible cooking (I don’t care if he can cook in canon, this is MY WORLD and I’ll do whatever I want with him-), theres a lot of slang and meme talk, nose injury ig?? Todoroki wearing an apron and being domestic and cute :D, mentions of vomit, trying really heard not to gag or throw up, tears, being in mental/physical anguish bc of bad cooking.

WORD COUNT: approx. 1800 words, second person

Summary: You’re already having a shitty morning, what else could go wrong? ...Todoroki’s cooking, that’s what.

Good morning.

Well, considering that you fell face first out of bed, good morning is probably inaccurate.

Your stomach rumbles as you stumble out of your dorm room, your eyes bleary, mind still fuzzy with sleep. and nose aching painfully from its sudden meeting with the floor.

You curse to yourself as you make your way to the dorm's kitchen, hoping that a warm breakfast (hopefully made by Bakugou) will make your morning somewhat better.

Your hand comes up to rub your throbbing nose as you shuffle into the dining space, seeing your beloved classmates. They all greet you with various degrees of enthusiasm and sleepiness.

You feel your mood brighten slightly as you see Mina peak her head around the corner of the kitchen and look at you.

You feel your mood suddenly drop when you see how awkward and sort of filled with dread? she looks.

You stop in your tracks as your pink haired friend pulls her head back behind the wall of the kitchen and whisper something incoherent. Oh God, what is she doing? You're not in the mood for silly goofy shenanigans right now.

Your eyes narrow in suspicion when she comes back out and walks toward you, slinging her arm around your shoulders and stretches out her words with a sleezy tone.

"Heeyy, my awesome, epic slay bestie. How are youu? Have a good morning so far?" Mina averts her eyes suspiciously as you stare her down for her strange behaviour. You sigh as you pout and rub your nose.

"Shit. It was shit, Mina. I fell off the bed and smacked my nose into the ground. God, I'm surprised it’s not bleeding” Mina cringes for a moment, looking very sorry for you as she leans in closer to whisper to you.

"Well, your morning is about to get a whole lot worse" She grimaces before explaining further.

"A special someone who is near and dear to your heart is cooking you breakfast," Your eyes widen for a moment and your heart flutters, quickly looking around to see if anyone is listening in before whispering out the name.

"Todoroki? is cooking me breakfast?" You look at Mina in disbelief as your thoughts run wild and your heart beats heavily in your chest. Todoroki? The love of your life and your future husband? (He doesn’t know it yet, but he is). He’s making you breakfast?

“That- That’s great! OMG, he’s solidifying his role as my house husband. Why would that make my morning worse?” You smile brightly, with a mood lifted so high, your nose doesn’t even hurt anymore. Mina looks at you for a moment, an unreadable look on her face. She opens and closes her mouth a few times before whispering.

“…the food that he’s making, it-… it looks alive. Its like, burnt but also raw at the same time?” Mina looks at you with an unpleasant look on her face. You let out a nervous chuckle and ask cautiously, your eyes narrowing and smile fading slightly.

“Oh. come on. Surely It can’t be that bad, right?” You let out a small chuckle again as you keep looking at her. The smile fades off your face as her face does not change from its dread-filled cringe. Mina’s eyes flicker to the kitchen behind you both. She slowly turns her gaze back to you. She bites her lip and shakes her head gently. Your face drops into a deadpan stare and you point your finger at her weakly.

“Say sike right now. Say sike, right. Now” Mina shakes her head more firmly as you vehemently deny the truth.

“He can’t cook for shit- “

“You’re lying- “

“I’m sorry, babe. No bi-coloured house husband for you- “

“SAY SIKE- “

“[Name], you’re awake.” Both your and Mina’s heads whip around to face the new voice. Todoroki stands there in a navy-blue apron with a dirty, batter-covered whisk in hand. The apron is covered in flour and what you assume is eggs? (at least, you hope) and his hair is slicked back with one of Mina’s ‘self-care’ headbands. You feel the air briefly leave your lungs as you take in how domestic he looks, with his cute little apron and messy, pulled back hair, his heterochromatic eyes looking at you so eagerly-

You also feel the air actually leave your lungs when Mina jabs her elbow into your ribs. You keel over and clutch the abused spot on your torso as Mina greets Todoroki.

“Heyy, ‘roki. I got [Name], just like you wanted. Though, class starts soon. We might not have time for breakfast.” Mina chuckles nervously as you give a weak nod in agreement. If Mina is trying to save you from this fate, then its most likely for good reason.

“oh” Todoroki looks down for a moment before speaking softly, “...I was really looking forward to seeing you try it…”.

…

Fuck good reason and fuck Mina.

“I’ll try it!” You chirp out, much to the delight of Todoroki and the absolute, unfathomable horror of Mina. Todoroki looks at you with eager eyes.

“Really? You’ll try it?” Todoroki takes a half step forward, looking at you with gentle enthusiasm. (as enthusiastic as Todoroki can get). You nod fearlessly, pointedly avoiding Mina’s petrified stare into the side of your head.

“Yeah, I bumped my nose, so I’ll have to go see recovery girl- I’ll be late anyway so I’ll try it, yeah” Todoroki nods in response and takes a few steps back and begins to turn away, back to presumably get the food you will be consuming.

“Take a seat at the table, I’ll bring it out to you”. You let out a ‘mhm’ in agreement and unashamedly avoid Mina’s gaze as you plop down into an empty seat at the dining table. Mina stares a hole into your head as you stare into the table, sweating at the intensity of her glare.

Todoroki comes back quickly and places a plate down in front of you and for a second, you feel nothing. Your expression is blank as you observe what is there.

…oh.

…Mina was right

It…

It looks… alive??

There are no words to describe the amalgamation on the plate before you. You gape, slack jawed and eyes wide at this… thing?? as Todoroki presents it and places it on the table in front of you.

You observe it, terrified, for a moment (why is it purple?), trying to figure out the best way to approach such a beast (WHY IS IT MOVING??).

From your peripherals, you see Mina staring at it too with her face turning more and more horrified as the seconds tick past.

You slowly turn your head to look at Todoroki, eyes wide as you take in his expression.

He looks so… excited.

Well, as excited as his usually stoic and blank expression can look.

He looks so, so eager for you to try this.

For you to like it.

…

…for you to like him.

…

Damn it…

You take a deep breath in, then suddenly, faster than anyone in the room can follow with their eyes, you scoop some of the ooze onto your fork and shove it into your mouth.

…

…oh

…

Oh.

Oh No.

Oh God.

You have never been more grateful to be in the hero course because it takes every ounce of strength in your entire body to not immediately throw up.

How is it wet AND dry at the same time??

Its vile.

You don’t even have a chance to even try and chew before it completely dissolves into liquid in your mouth. There are dry lumps of something? In it.

Its rancid.

Your eyes start watering as you take in the taste.

There are no words to describe it other than,

disgusting.

Pure, foul, putrid-

You turn your watery gaze to Todoroki, and he looks back. His eyes are wide with anticipation, and you hear his breath hitch quietly.

You take a deep inhale in (bad choice, you smell it now),

…

You force your face to go completely blank as you weakly lift a hand up.

A weak thumbs up.

…

His smile is almost enough for you to forget the taste of death.

The smallest, proud little grin splits across Todoroki’s face as he lets out a relieved sigh. He looks beautiful. His expression goes blank again as he coughs into his hand and speaks, a small, barely noticeable blush on his cheeks. Oh, that blush-

“I’m glad that you like it” He looks at you, with the same small smile and you almost feel like it was worth it. You nod stiffly, feeling as if the second you open your mouth, you will begin to projectile vomit. Your mouth twists into a painful grimace smile as you nod.

Todoroki keeps looking at you for a moment before one of Todoroki’s friends- Midoriya or Iida, you assume, you can’t hear well over the ringing in your ears from the sheer force of trying not to gag-

Todoroki turns his gaze back to you as you attempt to swallow (unsuccessfully). He looks at you with those gentle, beautiful eyes and asks softly.

“I’ll see you for afternoon classes, right? Maybe we can sit next to each other?” You nod stiffly again, unable to do anything but sit there, lest you begin to violently throw up.

He turns away and leaves with his group of friends.

Your throat burns and your eyes follow Todoroki as he begins the walk to the school campus, friends in tow. Your eyes water as you just sit there, Mina standing over you with a horrified expression.

You think back to the smile Todoroki gave you. A delicate, kind thing for you and you alone.

Even though your nose still hurts like a bitch, and your taste buds are dying as we speak, your mood lightens ever so slightly and you don’t regret a thing.

Despite how the morning started (with a face full of wooden floor) and how its just now ended (a mouthful of burnt, yet still undercooked 'breakfast' and tears forming in your eyes), your lips still twitch into a smile against your agonised, pained will.

Mina comfortingly pats you on the shoulder as a single, pain-filled tear runs down your cheek.

God damn, the things you do for love.

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cloud-9ine · 2 years

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Snowed In

⤷ pairing - todoroki shoto x (fem) reader

⤷ fandom - bnha

⤷ warnings - none

⤷ summary - in the event of a snow-storm related disaster, ensure you always have your hot friend on hand to cuddle the cold away

⤷ word count - 2.4k+

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“Do you think it’s a villain, or a snow hero?” Izuku questioned, his bouncing knee causing the sofa cushion you, him, and Ochako were bunched together on spring up and down relentlessly.

“Like a snow pro?” Ochako raised her eyebrows, giggling as Izuku’s face brightened as he nodded.

“I don’t know.” You groaned, rubbing the goosebumps on the exposed skin of your arms, “but whoever the hell it is, they better wrap it up quick.”

You really chose the wrong day to wear crop top.

It was about a couple hours before that everything had started. It was the height of summer, and so you and Mina had been planning to head to the school pool- with the permission of Aizawa, of course. Alas, the moment you had gotten ready to go, a weather warning had popped up on your phones, alerting you to stay inside because of ‘quirk-induced snow storm’.

Initially, you had scoffed, rolling your eyes at the warning.

“It can’t be that bad.” You spoke to Mina, the girl nodding her head in agreement.

“For real. I didn’t get all dolled up only not to be able to show myself off.” She whined, pushing her sunglasses onto the top of her head.

“Exactly.” You sniffed indignantly, throwing open the door that led to the patio. Only to throw it back closed. Without so much as ten minutes since the notification, about a foot of snow had cased as far as you could see into a stark white that you had to squint at so as not to hurt your eyes.

“Nevermind. We always look hot anyway, we don’t need to show it off.” You squeaked, heart beating. Agape, Mina could only nod. The temperature had already begun to drop, the paper thin walls doing nothing to insulate the rooms inside.

“U.A. STUDENTS, FOR YOUR OWN SAFETY, PLEASE RETURN TO YOUR COMMON ROOMS.”

You jumped at the announcement, heart leaping into your throat. Next to you, Mina shivered. U.A hardly had to use the speaker system. It was only ever for emergencies. You crossed your arms, watching as your breath manifested in the air before quickly dissipating again.

“We should probably go then.” Mina croaked, teeth chattering loudly. You nodded, chewing on your bottom lip. You were about three minutes away from the common room, and with each step, it felt like the temperature only got lower and lower. Your fingertips were beginning to ache, lungs burning from inhaling air far too frigid to match your internal heat.

The snow was beginning to pile up against the windows despite the fact you were on the second floor, blocking out the outside light and making the halls considerably darker than before. A sound of mumbling met your ears, growing louder the closer you got to the common room. Finally, you pushed open the door, Mina leaping past you the moment there was enough room.

You scanned the room, most of your class bundled up with each other on the floor or the sofas, each and every one of them wearing thick hoodies or jackets. Of course. You couldn’t say you weren’t a little annoyed- mostly with yourself- at the fact that while your friends had enough time to dress for winter, you were sporting a spaghetti strap crop top and a miniskirt with only your bikini underneath. Even Mina had managed to find a hoodie that she had forgotten behind the loveseat about a week before.

Jirou and Hagakure were darting around the room, handing out blankets that Momo was dutifully supplying in the corner of the room. You accepted one with a deep relief and a profuse gratitude, wrapping it around your shoulders with a sigh. They were thin- not that you were complaining: blankets were not at the top of Momo’s priorities within hero work- but the slight bit of warmth they offered was more than nothing.

“(Y/N)!” From across the room, Ochako waved you down, situated on the sofa next to Izuku, who also looked fairly pleased to see you.

“Do you think it’s a villain, or a snow hero?” Izuku questioned once you had settled down as comfortably as you could on the cushions.

“Like a snow pro?”

“I don’t know.” You groaned, rubbing the goosebumps on the exposed skin of your arms, “but whoever the hell it is, they better wrap it up quick.” Taking one last glance around the room before you willed yourself to relax, you noticed that a few people were missing.

“Where’s Shoto, Bakugo, and Kirishima?” You questioned, squeezing forward on the sofa next to Ochako as you pulled your knees to your chest, trying not to notice the iciness of your own flesh. You shivered and tightened the blanket around your legs.

“I think they’re trying to find a way out. Or Aizawa. Not sure actually.” Ochako smiled, trying to disguise the fact that she hadn’t actually provided much information.

“Todoroki and Kacchan wanted to find a way out, and Kirishima went with them, presumably to make sure they came back.” Deku responded to you, brows knotted as he solidified his finality. You nodded, putting your chin on your knees.

Across the room from you, Tsuyu was sleeping, reminiscent of the time at Christmas as she went into hibernation. You silently mulled over whether this event would mess with her body clock.

“If that’s right, I should probably message Shoto…” you muttered, glaring down at the screen after your device had been powered on.

“What’s wrong?” Ochako asked, noticing your deathly expression.

“I have no signal.” Izuku hummed in a way that indicated he was privy to this information the entire time, and just decided to let you suffer in silence. Were you being dramatic? Probably. Was it warranted? Probably not, but your lips were stinging from the cold and your fingertips were going numb, so you didn’t really have the energy to care.

“Well, great. Now I have to go look-“

CRASH.

Your words were cut off by the common room door slamming open, and your head immediately whipped over. In walked Aizawa, dragging along a barking Bakugo and tailed closely by Kirishima, who was forcefully pulling Shoto into the room. Shoto himself was frowning, speaking quickly with an annoyed expression on his face as he tried to struggle out of Kirishima’s grip.

“If she’s still out there, it’s the duty of the school to find her,” he growled, eyes dark and expression darker, “as a hero, I find this-“ Aizawa sighed, straightening his back before turning in your direction and pointing a finger directly at you.

”She’s right there.” As if a switch had been flipped, Shoto’s expression relaxed once he caught sight of you, falling back into the neutral, slightly stoic face he wore all the time. Kirishima dropped his hands from Shoto’s arms, allowing him to walk over to you. You met him with a weary smile.

“I’m glad you got back in time. We were worried that you got caught in the storm.” You used the opportunity of his words to study what he was wearing- a long sleeve black muscle shirt that clung to his defined chest and toned stomach (you noted in the back of your mind that he must have just finished training) and dark blue and white varsity jacket that you had gotten him last year for Christmas.

You could feel heat rise to your neck as you distinctly remembered the way you had gushed to Mina and Hagakure about how that outfit in particular makes the butterflies in your stomach turn into dragons. Your fluster was almost enough to make you forget about the iciness that was biting at your skin. Almost.

“Thanks for the concern, Sho,” you spoke idly, waving off the worry that lingered within his gaze with a quick dismissal, “but it’s okay. You can calm down now.” He nodded, visibly unclenching his jaw.

“Good, because-“

“Students,” the gruff voice of your teacher effectively silenced the room. Aizawa looked somehow even more tired than usual (something your never thought was possible), “as I’m sure you’ve all realised, U.A. is on lock down due to a villain attack. You are all advised to stay inside, and-” he sucked in a deep breath, “the general consensus is that you can all be trusted to remain here while the rest of the faculty and I offer our assistance. Cementoss will come by shortly with blankets and other supplies.”

With his abrupt message, he quickly stole out from the common room, leaving you and your classmates in a general disarray.

“So how long are we going to be stuck like this?” Ochako mumbled to Izuku, who could only shrug. You shivered, sinking further down into the cushions in order to conserve the little warmth you had left. Frowning, Shoto ran his gaze over your body, taking note of the exposed flesh of your midriff and the goose bump riddled skin of your collarbones.

“Are you okay?” He murmured, leaning down close to you, “You look cold.” You shot him a blank stare at his words, eyebrow twitching with incredulousness.

“Yeah. I am, a bit.” He just nodded, seemingly unbothered by your cold glare. Before you had a moment to react, Shoto was crouched between your legs, his hands on your shoulders and slowly pushing the blanket down your arms. A protest was dancing on the tip of your tongue at the chill that encompassed you but you were effectively silenced by the image of Shoto pulling off his jacket.

He was gentle as he wrapped the fabric around your exposed shoulders, and despite everything you couldn’t help the way your heart skipped a beat. With a small smile, you slipped your arms into the sleeves, sighing in relief.

Granted, it wasn’t all too much warmer (given it was largely designed as a Spring piece) it was thicker and comfier than the flimsy blanket; not to mention it came with the added benefit of smelling like Shoto’s cologne. Something musky and woody that smelled expensive. You were pretty sure it was the masculine counterpart of the luxury perfume he had gotten you for Christmas. Just the fact he decided to match with you was enough to make your head spin.

“Aren’t you going to get cold now?” You asked, heat rising in your chest at the way he looked up at you from the floor, eyes round and hair slightly tousled from god knows what. He shook his head lightly.

“No, I can self regulate with my quirk.” The answer was self-evident, but you couldn’t help the curiosity that bubbled up inside you. Leaning forward, close enough that your face was mere inches away from Shoto’s own, you reached down to grip his left hand.

As expected, he was warm, warm enough that just the squeeze of his fingers interlocked with yours shot a heat into your core. You couldn’t help but shudder slightly.

“Yeah,” you murmured, “this is nice.” His eyes stared into your face, taking note of the way your gaze was locked onto your connected palms, as if you were transfixed.

“Would it help for me to be closer?” You could have died right then and there. With a small fluster, you just nodded, shifting on the sofa a little to offer him the space next to you. Shoto’s eyebrows furrowed, and he simply shook his head before wrapping a hand around your arm and gently tugging you up.

You went pliantly, knees weak, as he pulled you over to the adjacent love seat and sat down on it. For a second, you were still, fixed in place at the boy’s expectant stare, his eyes darkened and legs spread wide- an invitation.

One deep breath later, you were awkwardly clambering over his left side, trying to find purchase on his leg. In spite of your mounting embarrassment at the almost intimate position you were in with your classmate, your relief was almost tangible. Even through the layers of your clothes acting as a barrier the heat that rushed through you was enough to make you sink into Shoto, his arm immediately going to wrap around your waist to provide an additional belt of warmth to lull you in. It was like sinking into a warm bath: all-encompassing and calming.

In the back of your mind, you vaguely noticed your blanket get draped again over your shoulders, but it wasn’t until you heard Ochako’s giggles that you realised Shoto wasn’t the one to do so. You bit back a groan: this was definitely going to come back around. After all, you don’t get cuddled up with your very obvious crush without the girls teasing you to hell and back.

“Is this better?” Shoto questioned, his hot breath fanning over the skin of your neck as you tucked your chin onto his shoulder, relishing in the heat that emanated from him. You were lucky, that’s for sure.

“Yeah, this is much better.” you sighed, not noticing the way he stiffened under you, muscles tensing as he tried to relax. Truthfully, at the start, Shoto truly had only meant to warm you up. He could see the way you relentlessly shivered- and with the current temperature, it was no question why. Not to mention you were all dolled up in the tiniest top he had ever seen you in (not that he was complaining, by any stretch of the imagination).

Shoto was a gentleman, and he was only trying to help. Even so, he couldn’t deny the sparks of pleasure of having you in his lap, perched with one leg in between his and the other caging his left thigh with your arms wrapped around his bicep and face endearingly tucked into his shoulder.

In any other case, he may have shied away from the prying eyes of his classmates, but he couldn’t find it within him to even think about turning you away. Not even Mina and Sero’s gleeful leers could force him to change his mind.

He could die right in this moment a happy man.

As the snow continued to pile up, the temperature continued to drop, but you paid no heed to this. Shoto was dutiful, allowing you to bathe in the excellent mastery he had of his quirk as his hot palm danced up and down your back, warming you further when he saw fit. And even as Cementoss arrived with thick, insulating blankets that you knew alone would be enough to keep you warm, you didn’t bother getting up.

Shoto was enough, and you would be damned if anyone tried to convince you otherwise.

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hikari-drkspc · 1 year

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❅ “Snow Buried Memories” ❅

characters: yandere! todoroki shoto & yandere! dabi [boku no hero academia]

warning: yandere, mentions of pun1shm3nts and k1dnapping, threats using el3ctr1c sh0ck brac3let, mild swearing, pent-up emotions ; MINOR/AGELESS BLOGS DNI, PUT YOUR AGE IN BIO/PINNED POST TO INTERACT

words: 1.9k

a/n: this is a repost from my main blog (@/hikari-writes) so yes this writing is old + bad, i just moved them here w/o editing bc im lazy and wants to keep reminding myself how bad my writing used to be <3

It’s snowing, you thought as you peer out the window of your room. Another winter has passed by. And here you are, stuck inside this damn house with two of your self-proclaimed lovers.

You wanted to go outside. It has been a few years since you’ve been kidnapped by Shoto and Dabi. You can still remember the day they kidnapped you like it was yesterday. Despite the warmth the heater in your room was giving, you could feel your shoulders shudder at the recollection of that memory.

You’ve already grown accustomed to your lifestyle as a captive. Your first few months here has been hell. You kept resisting them and trying to escape. It goes on for about a year or two.

As soon as you realize there’s no escaping these two psychos, you decided it’s time to give up. You silently thank the god for still keeping your sanity in check. If not, you might’ve actually started to accept what they’re doing. You might’ve actually started to accept their twisted love.

You stopped resisting them and let them do as they please. As long as you behave, you might be able to say goodbye to those two years of hell full of punishments. You never acted or pretended as if you love them though. They’d know right away you’re bluffing. Heck, your acting skill isn’t A+ either.

It’s been such a long time since you last touched the snow. You missed the feeling. You wanted to go outside. Even just at the front yard is enough. You wondered whether those two would let you. After all, you’ve been behaving excellently. Surely they’d cut you some slack just this once.

As these thoughts crossed your mind, the door to your room creaks open and there Shoto stands in front of it.

“What are you looking at?”

He asks, making his way to you.

“…The snow.”

You answer him and turn your attention to the view outside once again. He looks at you for a moment before joining you and looks out the window.

As you two were silently watching the view, you suddenly felt an arm draped over your shoulder and pull you a bit closer to him. You didn’t hear him coming in but you knew it was Dabi even without glancing at his direction.

“Your hand is already cold from putting it against the window. Let’s go to the living room and cuddle there. I’ll make a hot chocolate too.”

Shoto suggests as he puts a hand over yours and pulls it away from the glass window.

“Um…hey…”

Your voice almost came out as a whisper as you tried to get their attention. They turn to you almost simultaneously.

“Is it okay….if I want to go outside? Just the front yard is okay. I just…want to play in the snow. It’s just… It’s been so long since I last touched them so…”

You trailed off and waited for their responses.

Dabi looks at you disapprovingly while Shoto remains stoic. They seem to be contemplating your request. It’s true that you’ve given up on trying to escape and they knew that. There’s no reason for them not to comply with your little request but still, there’re always those little bits of doubt in the back of their minds.

“Love, if you want to play with snow, can’t Shoto do something using his quirk? It’s not like you necessarily need to go outside.”

Dabi started. You look at Shoto in pure shock.

“You can do that, Shoto?”

Shoto shot Dabi a look and heave a sigh.

“I’m not an Elsa, Dabi. My quirk can’t create snow. Besides that, I don’t really see any problem in letting Y/N out in the front yard.”

This situation actually surprised you. Shoto is usually the one who’s more strict while Dabi is the more laidback one. But it seems like this time it’s the opposite.

“But of course…”

Shoto continues and takes out something from his pocket. He takes your hand in his and before you know it there’s a clicking sound.

You looked down and saw something like a bracelet around your wrist. You immediately recognized it as an electric shock bracelet. You deadpan at the sight, but really, there’s nothing you can do anyway. It’s futile to protest against him.

“If you stray too far away, I’ll have no choice but to shock you so don’t try to pull any tricks on us, okay?”

He says softly with a slight smile. He didn’t mention it but you could somehow already guess that the volts are high enough to make you pass out.

~~**~~

Dabi opens the front door and as soon as you step out, the cold air instantly hits your cheek. You could see your breath in front of your face. It’s colder than you had thought.

You’ve been so used to the warmth inside the house for many years that the cold felt foreign to your skin. It surprised you how the cold still gets to you even with several layers of clothing you’re wearing.

You turn to see Dabi and Shoto, who are wearing pretty thin clothing despite the cold.

“Well, aren’t those two lucky to be so warm in this cold because of their quirk.”

You silently thought to yourself with a little bit of irritation. You tried to shake those feelings off though as soon as your eyes fell upon the sight of snow in front of you.

You couldn’t contain your excitement and quickly make your way to the pile of snow. Dabi and Shoto quietly follow suit and crouch next to you.

The feel of the snow in your gloved hands immediately brings back some memories of the past. Looking back, you realized how much you’ve taken for granted of these pure white crystals. You swear you’ve never been so happy to be able to touch snow before.

A sudden devilish idea pops in your head as you were shaping the snow into a ball.

“Right, if I use this as an excuse, they probably can’t say much to it.”

“Hey!”

You shout at them, trying to catch their attention. (Well, it’s not as if their attention is on somewhere else anyway.)

Shoto’s vision is completely covered in black as the snowball hits him straight to the face. It took Dabi a moment to process what was happening before he himself was hit by a snowball.

’“Y/N, what–”

Shoto started but you cut him off.

“Snowball fight!”

You exclaim and throw another snowball at Dabi. It hit him in the face once again, and now his face is totally covered with snow.

You started to ball another snow while the two are still a bit flustered by the sudden game.

As you did so, you put all of your pent up frustration and anger towards them in the snowball. You’ve been keeping quiet all this time but it still frustrates and angers you how you’re held captive by these crazy guys.

You’ve tried to vent it out to them before and you can positively say, you don’t like the consequences you were faced after that.

But if it’s like this, then maybe…just maybe…you can get back at them without them noticing how much hatred you put into those snowballs you threw. They can just think of it as you being fired up for a snowball fight.

You throw the next snowball in Shoto’s direction. But as soon as you did so, the snow completely melted and the melted snow ,which now is water, fell to the ground.

You look at Shoto in disbelief. You can see his left hand generating flames that melted the snow you just threw.

“What?! That’s not fair!”

You protest and throw another one at Dabi’s direction, to which he also counters with his blue flames.

“Well, too bad, princess.”

Dabi gave a low chuckle which irritates you more.

“You both have flame-based quirks! This is a snowball fight! Your quirks are prohibited!”

You started to get genuinely angry at them, although it appears to them as if you’re pouting. You can’t just let them ruin your only chance at venting. You might go crazy if you keep bottling these feelings up.

Anger, disgust, helplessness, fear, frustration, irritation…

All of them compiled into those small snowballs you shaped.

They both look at each other before smiling at you.

“If that’s what you want then.”

Dabi replies and throws an attack of his own. You effortlessly avoided it. You could tell he was holding back. Shoto did the same to your dismay.

“Don’t hold back.”

You said clearly, hoping they’d comply.

“It makes it look as if we’re having fun and playing if they’re holding back. This is a match, not a game.”

You quietly complain to yourself.

Thankfully, they decided to humor you and go along with your antics.

~~**~~

The battle lasted for quite some time. The three of you are now sprawled on the snow-covered ground, panting slightly, the tiredness getting to all of you.

It was a good match, you thought. As much as you hated to admit it, you had a little bit of fun. Though only because you get to have your revenge.

You suddenly had a flashback when you used to play like this freely. Before you knew it, a single tear escaped your eyes.

You quickly sit up and wipe the tear away before Dabi or Shoto notice it.

You didn’t really notice it just now but in all honesty, you wanted to cry so hard. You were afraid. You were angry. You were frustrated.

Honestly it’s amazing how you can still breath the same air as those two. It disgusted you how you can still accept your fate just like that, without making any progress on escaping their grasp and live your life like before, normally.

“It’s because I know I’d just get killed if I try anything. Heck, even if I won’t get killed, they’d just make my life a living hell,”

a part of you said.

“I’d rather just die rather than be with these two,”

another part of you protest.

You were conflicted. Living with them has slowly made you lose your sanity, bit by bit. You were trying very hard to hold onto those last shreds of sanity you had left.

“Princess, let’s go inside. You’re freezing.”

Dabi’s words are coated with honey, and anyone would be swooned by it. Well, unless they’re being held captive by him under the pretense of him loving them, of course.

Shoto silently princess carry you and get inside the house. The sound of Dabi shutting the door behind him echoed in your ears. The echo made your eyes sting, but you held yourself back from crying.

You were placed down on a comfortable couch, a set of three mugs of hot chocolate on the table in front of you. Dabi and Shoto, both on each of your sides, cuddle closer to you. Both of them lean in and whisper to your ears,

“We love you, Y/N.”

That one single statement that left their mouths made you bite your lip in an attempt to hold in back your emotion. Your nails are digging the blanket and you put on a fake smile, one that’s surprisingly very convincing.

“Yeah, I know.”

It’s a lie and you know it. But you had no choice.

You never had, and probably never will.

#tw: yandere #bnha yandere #yandere bnha #bnha x reader #yandere bnha x reader #bnha #bnha todoroki x reader #bnha yandere todoroki x reader #bnha yandere dabi x reader #bnha yandere dabi #bnha yandere todoroki #bnha dabi #bnha todoroki shoto

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airybcbyy · 1 year

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A Place in this World

Shoto Todoroki x Fem! Reader

CW; Shoto pushing reader to figure out her future, reader is a free spirit, Shoto gets annoyed, talk of shoto being like his dad (it’s for the story i promise), fairly short, healthy relationship with bickering, based on taylor swift’s “a place in this world” obvi, let me know if i missed anything!

Synopsis; Being at UA usually meant you were going to become a pro hero, but you really weren’t sure what you wanted to do; which drives your goal driven boyfriend, shoto, up the wall.

Being at UA meant you had the best pipeline into being a pro hero, but you weren’t even sure if that was how you wanted to live. There were so many other career paths; a doctor, a teacher, a business owner. All of them seemed like something you were so much more interested in, but you still weren’t sure.

“You still haven’t decided to be a hero yet?”Shoto, your boyfriend of six months now, was a very goal oriented person and knew exactly what he wanted to do after graduation. Surpass his father as a hero. Maybe someone as carefree and fearless as you shouldn’t have even come into contact with a person like Shoto, but you know the old saying, “opposites attract” or whatever. And while,yes, you and Shoto attracted each other, there were also times where it seemed like you two were the same ends of a magnet, always trying to pull apart due to the force.

That force was your indecisiveness. Shoto, as much as he didn’t wish to admit it, was like his father in very little ways; ways that no one except people who were really close to him would see. The need to be a top hero, the need for his partner to also be a hero, those were what he gained from his father even though he didn’t wish to admit it. “Hmm…nope! Ya know, I could be a daycare worker! I do love kids.” If he didn’t know you better, Shoto could have assumed you were simply doing this to get on his nerves, but you weren’t. You were simply a girl trying to find a place in this world. A place where you wouldn’t be scrutinized over one wrong move, but also a place where you received and gave out affection. A place like that was hard to find, and you weren’t sure you’d ever come into contact with it.

“Y/N come on, what more do you need? You go to UA, you’re doing a work study, and everyone has seen your quirk from the sports festival! You’re thinking too hard about this. Just become a hero.” and here came the problem with dating a man who knew what he wanted out of life; the constant pressure to figure out what the hell you wanted to do.

“I don’t know. Seems like a lot of work. What about a pediatric nurse?” You had always loved kids and the medical field seemed like a simpler way of being a superhero, at least to you. “You’re going to change that idea tomorrow.” “Tomorrow's a mystery! You never know~” you gave the boy a small smile, you knew how annoyed he got with you, but luckily he stayed around.

You could only hope he stayed around long enough for you to find your place in this world.

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bnha-simpin-and-pimpin · 2 years

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Todoroki would suck and in this essay I will-

Sometimes I sit and think about who Todoroki actually IS as a canon character and realize....he’s a nobody. I love him so much but I couldn’t imagine actually knowing him in canon (or something akin to canon). Much less I couldn’t imagine trying to be romantically involved with him. This is what I imagine as an accurate fanon version of Todoroki (because I will never truly stick to canon).

1) From the start, he’s an asshole. Genuinely, this boy thinks by virtue of his genetics, he is better than you. Which he is, but he doesn’t need to say it. Although I could imagen, if you showed some real strength at the Sports Tournament or even beat him, he would truly respect you for that. That would kick start any possible friendship you both have.

2) After the USJ and Stain incident, I could see him starting to value having teammate - not friends, but teammates- and you could - maybe just slightly potentially- be one of those??? But only if you’re helpful

Speaking of the Stain Incident- He’s Quirkest and you Cannot tell me otherwise. IYKYK

3) Todoroki would try to open up, maybe, just a bit, but it really isn’t until you all move into the dorms does he really start to soften around his cold cold edges. It’s not that unusual for him to be so honest it’s rude, but at least now he thinks before he speaks. Now when he insults you there’s at least a 25% chance he’s making a joke!

4) He 100% doesn’t have hobbies. Todoroki only does things that are ‘productive’, unless it’s napping or eating snacks. Because of his upbringing, he genuinely doesn’t know what he likes. What does it really mean to have a hobby? Or to ‘destress’? He’s never felt calm in his life. Is that what this feeling is? He hates this....There has definitely been a few nights where the lays awake at night in a state of mild anxiety just ruminating. Sometimes you’ll catch him following Midoriya around, just doing whatever he is doing. Maybe Tokoyami.

With enough pestering, you can totally convince Todoroki to do all sorts of weird things. One time you got him to come shopping with you and let you test make up on him. He didn’t really care as long as it got washed off. He didn’t enjoy it, but it was nice to spend time with a friend.

5) There’s this bad habit thing he does where he just shows up at your dorm, unannounced, and spews the most horrific unfiltered traumatized thoughts. It’s always stupid early in the morning too. He materializes outside of your door and utters fucking nightmare fuel then expects you to say something intelligent. You have no idea what to say to him. You aren’t even sure if he’s actually there or if he’s just a figment of your imagination.

‘Y/n what if Midoriya really is All Might’s child and he’s doing to Midoriya what Endeavor did to me? Could he be in trouble and just not want to burden us? My father would force me to swallow soap so that I would not tell others about what happened to my family’

‘Todoroki....it’s 2 in the morning...’

6) Only Soba

7) He tries really hard at everything but Todoroki is the type to not understand why he doesn’t get it right. He’s stubborn and it would take a toll on him to always been wondering what he did wrong or why something isn’t working out. So you’d have to be patient and let him go at his own pace.

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eternal-mikrokosmos · 2 years

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Fallen Stars, Frozen Hearts Pt.9

Pairing: Prince!Todoroki x Reader ✨🤗💥

Warnings: swearing, mild violence ig

Word count: 3k

“Your posture is lacking.” Your mother pushes your shoulders back as you balance a vase on your head in front of Todoroki.

As if your back could be any straighter, you roll your shoulders and stand taller.

“I apologize.” You hold your hands together on your lap as you walk across the hall of your ceremony holding.

“Prince Todoroki, I advise you to keep your eyes forward, you’re leading in this section.” Your mother stares at him with her piercing red eyes, watching his every move.

He suddenly trips over your dress and brings you with him, the vase falling as well.

You catch yourself along with the vase, sighing and putting it back on your head.

“May I suggest something, mother?” You keep your eyes forward, already knowing her brow is arching in response.

“Could he have something balanced as well? To help with posture, of course.” Only your eyes turn in her direction as Todoroki stands up, dusting himself off.

“And what would he balance?”

“A book, since he doesn’t seem to have experience with the stakes.” You glance at him, your body unmoving.

“Hm.” She opens and closes her hands at the nearby maid, getting her immediate attention.

“A book.” She says, taking off the vase from your head as she receives the book.

“Prince, have you been shown anything in the balance category?” She places the book on your head and snaps her fingers for another, placing it on your head when receiving it.

“No, Queen Luna.” He responds, staring at her motions.

“Princess (Y/n) has been training in this since she could walk, whether she has bad posture or not, balance is key. Elegance is of the essence.” She finally places the vase on the stack upon your head, surprising him when it doesn’t waver.

“Walk.” She commands. You follow, not a beat behind.

You begin walking slowly through the halls, picking up speed when she informs you to do so.

“Stop, come.” She directs, both of them watching as you stop smoothly, turn, and begin walking again in her direction.

“Notice how her footsteps do not sound heavy, as they are not pounding into the ground in order to stay steady. You lack in all of those categories.” She looks down on him and he swallows, unsure of what to do.

“Stop in front of him, give him one.” She crosses her arms and you pause in front of him, lifting one book and the vase with a spell, floating the other onto his head.

It falls immediately.

“Fix him.” She keeps her gaze on you every second you move.

You put your items down on a nearby table and pick up the fallen book, pushing his shoulders back and spine straight.

“Chin up, eyes forward.” You put the book back on his head and hesitantly push up his chest.

“Chest up, shoulders straight and back, feet slightly apart.” You kick his feet apart softly, only short of his shoulder width.

“Look at me.” You order, taking in a deep breath. He does as you say and you fix his hair, moving a couple strands away from his eyes.

“Perfect.” Your mother praises, placing a chilled hand on your exposed shoulder.

“You will continue to train on this, I will see to it tomorrow that your posture has improved without the need of a book, Prince Todoroki.” She stalks past him, disappearing from the grounds.

Once you no longer sense her presence, you slouch slightly, taking a deep breath.

“Why do you get to slouch?” He hisses, taking the book off his head.

“Because I’ve been trained to get back into an immediate position since I was 1 Year old. Put the book back on or else.” You warn, taking a seat in a nearby chair.

“Or else what?”

“She’ll hang you upside down until your spine forces itself straight forever.” You close your eyes and his eyes widen.

“She can’t do that.”

“She can and she has. I’m evidence A through Z.” You rub your shoulders and he slowly puts the book back on his head.

After a beat of silence, he speaks up again.

“Did she really do that?”

“Why do you think it only takes a soft nudge for me to become straighter, rather than having to fix me like I did to you.”

“I apologize for upsetting you yesterday.” He looks away from you and you conjure up the gift he gave you, floating it to him.

“I don’t like gifts.”

“It’s rude not to accept it. It was costly.” He frowns.

“I didn’t tell you to get me anything, nor to upset me. I would prefer if you didn’t use objects as a first means in order to get me to forgive you.” You place the basket down in front of him and he frowns.

He ignores you and begins to walk forward, the book slipping off him.

After a couple tries, he grunts in frustration.

“Are you going to do something or are you just going to sit on your ass all day?”

“No, I have a sleepover after this. I’m just waiting for the hour to pass.”

He growls loudly, throwing the book at you, watching it fall to your feet.

“You throw like a boy with no manners.” You cross your arms and he stomps in your direction, taking a hold of your arm and pulling you up.

“Get up, and help me.”

“Not with that attitude.” You shake him off and grab the book, pushing it onto his head roughly, making him growl again.

“Stop raising your arms to steady it, you’re throwing off both your posture and your balance.” You hold his arms down and push him to walk, the book falling backwards onto your chest. You push his head forward, putting it back.

“Stop trying to look at it, you’re throwing it off. Look at my phone and lift your body with your strides, both feet should be in contact with the ground at the same time as you take another step.” You take off the book and begin showing him, your left toes planting onto the ground at the same time your right heel moves.

“How is anyone supposed to get anywhere with that walk?” He crosses his arms and you smack his arms down, aggravating him.

“No arm crossing. And that walk is for slow elegance, not travel. You don’t walk with your weight on your heels when you travel, but keep most of it on the balls of your feet, as if you’re floating.”

He raises a brow.

“Let me guess, you’ve never seen plays where the ballerinas wear incredibly long dresses and look like they’re hovering backwards?”

“No.”

“Well, they basically scoot backwards to give off the illusion of floating. I wear heels often, so the rule for men might be different.” You float the book back onto his head, bringing out your wings and flying right behind him.

“What are you doing?”

“Keeping your posture.” You slide your hands under his arms and hold his shoulders back, keeping his spine straight and chest up.

“Isn’t this a bit unnessaccary?” He shivers at your close proximity, feeling your breath on his neck.

“Do you want to be hung upside down?”

“No.”

“Then walk.” You flutter close to him and press your chest against his back, causing him to stiffen.

“Walk, Todoroki.” You nudge at his knee and he keels over, bringing you with him.

You fall on his back and lean up.

“Why didn’t you walk?!” You watch as he remains still, the book hiding his face.

“Todoroki.” You push the book off him and his skin remains flushed, his eyes looking for an escape.

You scoff and rip your dress from out under him, flying above him.

“Practice is over.” You announce, taking your phone and flying out of the building.

He stays on the ground, groaning loudly as he covers his face out of pure embarrassment.

He gets up and calls his carriage, holding his coat in front of him along with the gift basket, not caring for the chilling wind.

When the carriage arrives, he begrudgingly gets in, taking a seat.

Rubbing a hand down his face, he sighs loudly, desperately trying to ignore the obvious issue on his person.

“Of all the times it had to happen..” He thinks, staring out his window that’s been tinted against the rest of the world.

When he arrives at his castle, he steps out, quietly making his way into his room without acknowledging any of his staff that try to check up on him.

“Shouto, how was your practice?” Enji asks, not actually caring but only to get a snippet on what happens on something he’s not allowed to control.

He ignores his father, walking past him and telling the maid to bring his dinner to his quarters.

“Shouto?” His mom stops him.

“How was practice?” She asks sweetly, petting back the few stray hairs that decided to rest on his face on the way inside.

“A mess.” He whispers, closing his eyes at her touch.

“Stop babying him. You’re the exact reason he can’t find a mate.” Enji snarls, reaching for his wife’s wrist until Shouto swats it away.

“The only reason I haven’t found my mate is because of you, and the lack of people with that ability to have one, because you decided to get married based on power. That, and you continuously decide on keeping me away from society in order to make me stronger. Well, look where that got us. I have to get married to a random ass girl because you thought you were always right.” He pushes past him again, heading to his room.

“Stronger my ass. You’re going to a shit retirement space.”

He stares at the walls as he makes his way, scoffing at the many male leaders of his bloodline that had made the same mistakes as his father, neither of them learning their lesson as his kingdom slowly made its way into damnation.

The maids scurry away when he comes into his chambers, his food freshly made hidden under the lids of the fancy serving platter.

He raises his hand to remove the lid and pauses when he sees the ring you gifted him, glinting in the light of the chandelier.

He takes it off and holds it up in the light, being able to see multiple of the same thing in your favorite color.

“I have something for you, now that she’s gone.” You smile brightly at him, making him suspicious.

“I don’t like gifts.”

You frown.

“Well, you have no choice but to accept this one.” You try to lift the mood as you always do, but he’s proving it to be difficult nowadays.

You bring out a black box out of thin air, catching it once gravity takes its hold.

“Ah, one more thing.” You make another box come out of thin air, much larger than the previous one.

“You got me two things?” He becomes stiff, uncomfortable. He only brought you the ring, unannounced at that.

“You can open the small one first.” You hand it to him before he can reach for the bigger one, giving him big eyes of hope.

He raises a brow at your reaction, taking the small box out of your hands and opening it.

You bite your lip, waiting for a reaction.

He takes it out of the box and looks around it, handing it to you. You look at it, disappointed.

You didn’t expect this to be his reaction. Well, maybe.

“You’re supposed to put it on me.” He says, holding the ring between two fingers.

“Oh!” You toss the big box into the air and he jumps, reaching for it, but it stays in the air.

“Can..I see your hand?” You hold the ring and he exhales, giving you his left hand.

You carefully slip it onto his ring finger, taking a step back when you finish.

“So?”

“So?” He looks at his ring on your hand, full of hope.

“What do you think?”

He looks at the new ring on his finger, twisting his hand around to get a full view.

“It’s..nice. Thank you.” He says slowly.

You try your best to hide your disappointment once again and hand him the big box.

“Now this.”

He huffs, opening the box.

His eyes widen when he sees a red glass bowl, small snowflakes intricately carved and molded into the sides, the lid with a snowflake handle. Inside the bowl, cold soba.

“It’s, custom for the bride to make something with their magic for the groom.” You play with your fingers nervously and he looks up at you, surprised.

“You made this?”

“Yes, I did.. We’re supposed to learn the spell and try it for the first time after fully learning it, then give the piece. Some make necklaces or rings, but I found the bowl to be more convenient. You already have to have something you don’t want on your person, I didn’t want to make it worse.” You smile and his expression saddens, looking back down at the bowl.

“It’s beautiful, thank you. I’ll make good use of it.” He closes the box and you jump.

“Oh, that wasn’t everything.” You step closer and his eyes widen when you open the box again and pull out a pair of chopsticks that match the bowl, the mold of small snowflakes and wind curving through them.

“W-wow, you really put a lot of thought into them..” He takes them from your hands softly and inspects them.

“This is part of your customs?”

“Partially. For witches, you create a spell for your partner and cast it on the wedding day. For vampires, you hunt something and give your partner the best part, after fixing it of course.”

He stiffens immediately. You look up at him with big eyes, confused at his reaction.

“You don’t like it?”

“Not exactly. What did you make this out of? Is it...” He hesitates and your eyes widen.

“No! No no no! I don’t do that! I swear it’s not blood!”

“What is it then?” He holds it with a full grasp again, somewhat reassured.

“They’re rare crystals. Ones elder witches bless and vampires use for prosperity and protection.” You smile at him again but he doesn’t smile.

“Yet you gave it to me as a bowl and chopsticks..? Don’t you need it?”

“Well, I wanted you to have one so you have something to look forward to in this marriage.”

He stares at the blood red bowl on the table next to his food, the chopsticks neatly placed next to it.

“She really is crazy..”

“I’ve never seen him so relaxed, in a less relaxed position..” Kirishima stands by the door, holding a tray of snacks.

Bakugou has his eyes rolled back but looks angry, laying in your lap with your fingers on his scalp, massaging him.

“He looks possessed.” Shinsou clips his hair away from his face, sliding on a watermelon and peach face mask.

“Can’t believe she managed to subdue him, too.” Shinsou smooths out his mask and Kirishima puts down the tray, placing his hands on his hips in an offended manner.

“And you didn’t think to wait until I was ready so we could put on the masks together? Bun brought headbands.” He lifts the different animal headbands and shakes them aggressively.

“You didn’t tell me you brought headbands!” Shinsou shoots up from his beanbag in disbelief, the betrayal.

“I did, I even singled out the cat one for you, too.” You frown at him and he almost slaps a hand to his forehead until he remembers he’s wearing a mask.

You slip on a yellow puppy headband on Bakugou, placing a mask on him softly.

“I can’t believe I let you do this to me.” He says, acting like he doesn’t like it, then proceeds to swat your hands away to smooth out the folds on his strawberry pomegranate mask.

“What mask are you picking, Kirishima?” You watch as he puts on a red devil horn headband, eyeing the small basketful of different face masks.

“Hm, I’m debating between Cherry Kiwi or Blueberry and Plum.” He taps his chin in deep thought and you hear your phone ring across the room next to Kirishima.

You frown and float your phone over, not expecting any messages for the night.

You jump off the bed and drop Katsuki’s head on the bed, startling him.

“Can I go somewhere private? My mother is saying she wants to talk to me.” You tiptoe hurriedly and Katsuki points outside the door.

You rush out of the room and find another empty room, locking yourself inside.

You call Dabi and chew at your lip, tapping your fingers on your cheek.

“What?” He answers.

“I’m not at the castle.”

Silence.

“Okay, so where are you?”

“I’m not telling you.”

“Wha- why not? I don’t exactly have time to be ignored right now.”

“I’m not ignoring you. You’re supposed to text me ahead of time if you’re coming to the castle, and you came when I’m not there, and I can’t exactly leave.”

Silence again.

“Can we video call?” He asks in a weird high pitched tone.

You look at the phone momentarily to make sure you’re still talking to the right person.

“Hello?”

“Nevermind. When are you coming back?”

“In two days.”

“What?! I can’t wait two days!”

“Why not?” You question, becoming suspicious.

“I get bored in my apartment. You’re my only entertainment.”

“Goodnight Dabi, go home.” You hang up before he can respond and take a deep breath, walking out of the vacant room and back into Katsuki’s room.

“Everything go okay?” Kirishima asks, turning to you with a frog mask from a popular show chain they showed you. Seems he went with the Cherry Kiwi mask.

“Yeah, she was just reminding me about how Todoroki should be my priority right now since our ‘ceremony’ is coming up.”

“When is it?”

You shrug.

“Soon, I suppose. 2 years at the most.”

“What?!” Everyone stands up and you don’t make eye contact.

“I know. But I don’t want to talk about it, I came to have a good time and I will. Now hand me the mask basket.”

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uravichii · 1 year

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pov: you're drop-dead gorgeous (and they don't know how to deal with it)

character/s: bakugo katsuki, shinsou hitoshi, kaminari denki, todoroki shouto

genre: fluff, crack (?), them hyping u up like there's no tomorrow, uhh reader wears makeup 🤕

notes: this is for all u pretty mfs aka all of u whether u believe it or not YOU ARE PRETTY AMD HOT AND AMAZING 😡‼️ also disclaimer: the boys love u not just for your face. they think you're so cool for being beautiful inside n out and this is just them appreciating the out 🧎‍♀️

bakugo katsuki thinks you're so pretty that his only response to it is to be angry. he'd watch intently the way you'd smooth your clothes down and cutely fiddle with your hair in the mirror as if there's even anything to fix. he'll cup your pretty face in his hands and squeeze your cheeks together (cuteness aggression probably), "tell me why you're so fucking pretty all the time? what are you so pretty for, huh?!"

bakugo katsuki would always watch you do your makeup and hair and then slip into the prettiest clothes only you can pull off and he's just mesmerized by the whole thing.

"katsuki, please stop drooling and get dressed. we're gonna be late."

his only response is: "fuck off."

because he can never deny nor hide the fact that he constantly admires you every chance he gets. he storms his way to you and snatches a shimmery eyeshadow from your makeup bag. "tch, you don't even need any of this shit."

"you don't like it, katsuki?" you stare up at him doe-eyed, easily making his heart skip a beat.

"h-hah?! i didn't say that!" he shoves it to your hand, "now do this glittery shit next!"

and you just ditch whatever plans you'd made and spend the rest of the night trying on different makeup looks. he'll insist that you sit on his lap while you doll yourself up just because, and you gladly do so but then you both end up wearing a full face of glam makeup 🧍‍♀️ he doesn't know how he just let it happen but he's like, "whatever makes you fucking happy, y/n."

he then proceeds to tell you that, "every one of those ugly extras should grovel at your feet, worship the ground you walk on, and then beg for your forgiveness."

"forgive them for what?"

he stares blankly at you. "for breathing the same air as you."

bakugo katsuki's not active on social media at all but on his instagram, his first and only post is a photo dump of just youー the selfies you took on his phone, your date outfits, candid photos (by courtesy of bakugo katsuki) of you smiling at a stray cat, the power nap you took on his shoulder, and his favorite one by far: a photo of you wearing his black tank top that completely swallows you up, holding up two little peace signs on your cheeks.

and of course, he captions it, "u and ur ugly ass wish u were y/n."

shinsou hitoshi is convinced he's dating a model. he doesn't know how it happened, but he is a little proud of whatever the hell was in him that managed to rizz you up.

he thinks you look amazing in absolutely anything. so when you go clothes shopping together, he casually picks up all types of clothes from the racks until there's a whole pile of them in his arms.

when you shoot him a questioning look about it, he only says, "think you'll look amazing in these, babe."

he also picks up some accessories and just wears them on youー hats, sunglasses, hair pins, and you just let him because each time you let him accessorize you, he gives those little comments like, "amazing." "cute" "this one's tacky; i put it on you as a joke but you pull it off for some reason." "yes. slayed." he made you wear cat ears one time and he just melts right there, immediately taking a photo of you for his new lockscreen.

it bothers shinsou hitoshi a lot when people stare at you even when they can clearly see his hand on the small of your back. he'll slide closer to you and kiss the top of your head all the while he gives them a death stare he wishes he could do more.

he squeezes your waist a little to call your attention.

"hm? what's up, hitoshi?"

he looks at you blankly, taking in your features in awe as if for the first time again. then he stuffs your face into his chest, your legs staggering as you grab a hold of his forearms.

"hey, what are you doing?" you giggle in his chest. he's relieved you can't see his flushed cheeks. "hitoshiii"

"you're too good for this world, y/n. i need to start gatekeeping you."

what blows shinsou hitoshi's mind the most is how you're probably unaware of your effect on him, no matter how many times he's called you all synonyms of the word, 'beautiful'

he's sat on the couch, a tiny smile of adoration tugging on his lips when he sees you running up to him. your eyes brim with excitement as you call his name, truly the prettiest ones he's ever seen.

"something happened?ー" he pauses when you lean your face so close to his. he sinks back into the couch as the tips of ears start to turn red.

it takes a moment until he realizes that you're showing off the purple eyeshadow you had done on yourself, batting your eyelashes at him as you wait for his response bc right now he's just staring at you like 😦💘‼️‼️‼️

"it's the one you picked out from the mall yesterday. is it pretty?"

"y/n." his hands slowly find their way to your waist, "i don't believe you're real sometimes. you are possibly the most beautiful person i've ever seen."

"really?"

"god," he pulls you by the waist until you're sat on his lap, your legs straddling him. "you have no idea."

remember how bakugo said all those extras should be groveling at your feet and worshipping you? yeah, it's kaminari denki. he worships you.

he thinks you're beautiful and he's LOUD about it.

he's constantly bragging about you to his friends and showing off your photos (if you're comfy w/ that), "oh this? oh yeah, this is is y/n, the coolest, funniest, drop dead gorgeous, most ethereal person on earth and they're dating ME."

and bakugo would just grab his phone and knock it against his head with a thud 🤕, "WE FUCKING GET IT. NOW, SHUT UP, DUMBASS."

he'll rub his head while cackling, "whatever, i'm dating Y/N. who cares about anything if you're dating y/n?"

kaminari denki doesn't love you just for your beauty though. you're not just some eye candy to him. if someone ever called you one though, you bet he's zapping their ass and with the whole bakusquad by his side because somehow they feel obligated to protect you now too. 🧍‍♀️ (denki's effect)

and just as much as he compliments your beauty everyday, he never forgets to let you know how beautiful your heart is too. in fact, he calls you 'angel' because how could someone be this beautiful and be so kind and caring to him at the same time?

"sometimes.." he looks up pensively from his lap where you lay your head, "i feel like i've been blessed by the heavens when i got to date you.

"denkiー"

"don't even think i'm exaggerating, y/n!" he pokes your cheek when you turn your head to look at him, "you're amazing. i don't know what i did for you to give me a chance."

there are times though when a part of kaminari denki feels a little insecure because he thinks he looks quite stupid next to you, and it doesn't help either that the bakusquad never lets him hear the end of it 😔

"denki, you don't look stupid because you're next to me. you do that on your own."

"aww, thank yー hol' up." 🤨

he's pouting but you immediately wipe that off by apologizing and peppering his face with kisses, ending it with a loud smooch on his lips with a "mmmwah!"

kaminari denki now can't remember what you're even apologizing for in the first place.

you and todoroki shouto are so beautiful, the visuals are blinding 😩 you'd walk to your classroom together, him opening the door for you and you smiling at him, lovingly squeezing his arm as a silent 'thank you,' and people just stare with their mouths agape, not knowing who exactly to be jealous of.

shouto definitely stares the most though until it concerns midoriya, "t-todoroki-kun, you haven't moved in three minutes. are you okay?" because he might as well have drawn hearts on his eyes and stab an arrow to his heart with the way he looks at you.

todoroki shouto always kisses your eyes, nose, cheeks, hair, and your lips, of course, just to let you know how beautiful he thinks they are.

he thinks whatever you do or wear is so pretty, hence, the many, many photos of you on his phone. his lockscreen changes every 2 days because everyday he just gets a prettier shot of you, and he always shows them to you and to his friends and siblings ☹️ because everyone, including you, should appreciate what a beauty you are!

"this looks great! you'd make a great photographer, shouto" you lean in to kiss his cheek, immediately sending a flush across his face.

"well..." he looks to the ground, the feeling of your lips still lingering on his right cheek. "that's all you... you're beautiful. i don't know how it has anything to do with me, but thank you."

and then he leans closer, tilting his head to the side to silently ask for another kiss. you laugh softly at this, and when you cup his cheeks in your hands and start planting kisses all over his face the way he does to you, shouto confirms it in his mindー y/n is an angel.

todoroki shouto would get a little overboard with the photos though because he'll spam that button and keep every single one. when you ask why keep the blurry ones, he explains, "that's still a photo of you. why would i delete it?"

he also has a photo of his point of view from when he had his head on your lap. he said he wanted to capture "the happiest moment of his life." you convince yourself it's sweet but it's literally just a photo of your chin in a weird angle.

"shouto, that's just my chin."

he looks at you dead in the eye. "y/n, you have a lovely chin."

you call him a weirdo, which surprises him a little, but then you drape your arms around his neck and pepper kisses all over his face again because who else in the world would say that to you?

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crushmeeren · 5 months

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🍰Todoroki/Fem Reader SFW & NSFW Headcannons

Everyone involved in this fic is aged up/18+; continue scrolling or block if you’re not into this

Warnings; cursing, making out, Shouto is a champ at eating pussy (he has a tongue ring in this), ass eating, vaginal fingering, small bit of spanking, Shouto is a little bit subby in this (his moans & some of the things he says), dirty talk, Shouto has a bit of a praise kink, Shouto holds your hands behind your back when you ride him😮‍💨

Authors Note; sorry if this is too long- I had to complete the headcannons for my favorite three MHA boys sooner rather than later. I love Shouto, he deserves all the good things and a lot of hugs.

Hope you all enjoy these headcannons as much as I enjoyed writing them!

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Shouto who comes off as cold, uninterested, maybe a bit of a dick, but who is actually so sweet & so loving, who is actually the kind of person that writes down facts about you so he doesn’t forget them (you found the list in his notes app—you definitely cried), who always buys extra of what he’s eating —so you can have some too (even if you said you weren’t hungry)

Shouto who doesn’t get social cues very well, who tilts his head when he’s confused, who wears a blank, spaced out expression on his face often, who lets you teach him how to read the room a bit easier, whose smile could actually melt ice with its warmth (Shouto makes the most facial expressions when he’s with you— you take that as a win)

Shouto who you met in high school, but weren’t really friends with— or dated until after you all graduated, who you crossed paths with while battling a villain, who you caught mid air when he was falling from the top of a building, on the verge of passing out (he says he swears he saw you with a halo, because he fell in love with an Angel that day)

Shouto who loves to drink strawberry milk, who has so many cartons cluttering the fridge in your home, who also brings you a glass when he’s drinking some, because he’s learned he can also show you he loves you by sharing what he likes with you (you think it’s so motherfucking cute when you are handed a glass of milk out of the blue)

Shouto who decides to be a bit rebellious after he gets out of high school, who wants to try new things, who decides to cut his hair shorter, who gets a nose ring, who pierces his ears (not to mention his tongue ring— you almost fainted when you noticed it the first time🥵) who goes with you when you get your own tattoos & piercings—he often wears jewelry that reminds him of you

Shouto who says his absolute favorite thing in the world is to snuggle up with you on the couch, when it’s raining, when the two of you are wrapped up in a fluffy blanket burrito, watching movies & napping (if it gets a little X rated, who can judge you😮‍💨)

Shouto who is a fucking dry texter, but who sends you pictures of things he knows you love while he’s out on patrol, especially pics of dogs that he encounters (he even ends up bringing one home for you), who gets so happy when you respond with pictures of things you know he enjoys—sort of making your own language with one another

Shouto who likes to wear more of a streetwear style when he’s not working (to your never ending delight), who likes to wear matching clothes with you (shoes, shirts, even matching colors, etc.), who even bought you both a pair of matching underwear (because it makes him feel like a part of you is with him—you did feel a bit smug, knowing you were technically sitting on his face all day)

Shouto who sucks ass at almost every video game, but who can annihilate anyone at Mario Kart, bitter because you don’t think you’ve ever beaten him, (although whenever you and your friends gather at your home, the highlight of the night is watching Bakugou lose to Sho over & over)

Shouto who has stayed close to Midoriya, considering the man as his brother by extension (you love the green haired man & see him often), who goes to the #1 hero for help planning you a surprise party by sending Midoriya a series of increasingly concerning emojis until he agrees (he was nervous he would mess it up—he didn’t)

Shouto who loves to eat peach gummy rings?? (not the only peach he likes to eat👀), who you have woken up to eating the candy at 2:00 am (you just take one and go back to sleep), who memorizes your favorite candy and leaves it for you to find everywhere— even your car (you love Shouto so goddamn much)

Shouto who has told you the story of how he got his burn mark, about his father, his brother and all the horrors of his past, who opened up to you—trusting you completely, wanting to share a side of himself others don’t see (you absolutely cried), who you trust in return—telling him everything about yourself & your own past

Shouto who has taken you to meet his family, meet his mother, who added you to the group chat with all his siblings (they are actually a lot of fun, even if Shouto only replies with one word answer or gifs), who tries to fit his face with more than one expression when he meets your parents (you tell him it doesn’t matter, because he’s perfect for you either way—that earns you another million watt smile)

Shouto who loves you wholly, deeply, completely, who is your soul mate, who is your best friend, who planted the seed of his love in your heart that has grown bigger than a California Redwood tree, who becomes your husband, who you love more than life itself—you’d start a war for this man (he’d do the same)

🍰Warning NSFW Below🍰

Shouto who enjoys kissing, who loves to lazily make out with you, who feels his cock start twitching in his briefs when the kiss starts to get heated & messy, lips slick as they glide together, who gets half hard when your tongue plays with his, whining gently when you tilt your head—flicking the tip of your soft tongue against his

Shouto who likes to lay you on your back in the bed, stripping you until your only in one of his large T-shirts, who likes to push it up your belly—slowly letting it get caught on your tits until he can watch them fall and bounce, who makes you keep the shirt up around your collarbone as his warm, wet mouth sucks on your nipples, pussy throbbing—no doubt wet as fuck now

Shouto who bites over the skin on your sternum, plush lips trailing down your belly until he gets to your pussy, who grips the bottoms of your thighs pressing them backwards to your chest, who gets onto his belly, looking up at you as he licks a stripe from your pussy lips up to your sweet bud, making sure he swirls the cold metal of his tongue ring on the heated flesh of your clit (immediately you’re gripping the sheets, whimpering fuck Sho! when warm tingles radiate down to your toes)

Shouto whose eyes flutter closed while he eats you out, who moans into your pussy—vibrations you can feel throughout your groin, who makes you squeal when he sucks your clit—tongue ring feeling electric with every swipe of his tongue, who eagerly says pussy tastes s’good Angel, can I eat your ass? pretty please baby? (you flip over immediately)

Shouto who gets you both completely naked, whose cock is standing straight out when you take a look at it, who gets your ass in the air, face shoved into the sheets, who rains his hand down on your ass cheek, pain flaring brightly up to your hip, who gives you no break—gripping the thick flesh of your ass and spreading you open, kitten licking at your asshole (you almost scream—once again the sensations increased ten fold by the contrast of his chilly tongue ring)

Shouto who shoves his middle two fingers in your pussy with no warning, tearing a gasp from your chest, who finger fucks you and sucks on your tight hole until your lower belly tightens, pussy clenching his fingers, cumming hard, who fingers you through your orgasm— stroking his cock as he whines to you Angel your pussy is so fucking tight, wanna fuck you so bad, please can I? (you say yes immediately)

Shouto who knows you’re a pillow princess, who loves it, but has actual hearts in his eyes, cheeks flushed a sweet pink when he’s able to convince you to ride him for a little bit—reverse cowgirl style, who props his back against the headboard with a couple pillows, who pulls your hands behind your back—holding your wrists together in one hand

Shouto who spreads your ass with his free hand, whimpering uncontrollably as he watches his cock disappear into your pussy as you bounce in his lap, whose dick throbs and who sucks in air sharply between clenched teeth when you moan f-fucking hell Sho, your cock is so good, so big, gonna make me cum as you throw your head back

Shouto who can only take it for so long before he pushes you off his cock, manhandling you onto your back whispering in your ear gonna fuck your sweet pussy now, okay Angel? as he grips his shaft, feeling how slippery you’ve gotten his cock, sliding his dick all the way in with one thrust—making you cry out and dig your nails into his shoulders

Shouto who bends you in half, knees hooked over his shoulders as he squishes you into a mating press, who fucks you hard, hips curling up into your sweet spot, making you feel each drag of his cock, cumming within the first five strokes—& then again and again and again, orgasms popping in you like water balloons, pleasure gushing all the way up to your brain

Shouto who chokes on his moans as your slick, warm pussy squeezes his cock over & over, voice low & needy when he whines into your ear Angel please, cum on my cock one more time, need it baby, pretty please-m’gonna cum soon

Shouto who does make you cum one more time, who makes you start to feel dizzy from cumming & the angle you’re pretzeled into, you’re able to focus just enough to speak in between moans, saying Sho, hah—oh fuck! Sho, you’re such a good boy, fuck me so well, love your cock Sho, love you baby boy—who cums instantly when he hears your sweet voice praising him, high pitched, needy sounds falling from his lips as he grinds his hips against your ass, cumming in warm, sticky ribbons

Shouto who makes you feel like you have noodles for limbs, breathing heavy as you both feel giddy with the post orgasm glow, who unravels you slowly, pulling out & letting you spread out like a starfish, who flops down on your side, who lets you collect your thoughts—lacing his fingers with yours as you both relax into the mattress

Shouto who eventually gets up to clean himself, who brings you a warm wash cloth and cleans you, who finds the shirt you were previously wearing and some clean panties after he gets dressed, who pulls you into a hug—telling you how much he loves you, planting kisses all over your face & you do the same—Shouto who goes to the kitchen & then brings you a glass of strawberry milk 💕

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dabisqueen · 5 months

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Pornstar!Dabi (Touya Todoroki) x female reader

⇢ word count: roughly 7K

⇢ plot: as a broke student, you sign up for an assistant job at a movie set. It turns out the job is more than you bargained for.

⇢ warnings: 18+, minors DNI, swearing, size kink, pierced big-cock Touya, fingering, cunnilingus (f receiving), multiple orgasms, loss of virginity, overstimulation, exhibitionism (sex in front of other people (movie set)), creampie, sweet aftercare

⇢ personal note: thank you @/blankexpressions-and-falsefires for bring my beta again! As for what you're all about to read – I have no regrets. Virgin kink goes brrr

"College has always been so crucial, such an essential part of what measures a person’s worth and determines their future."

They say college life is quite challenging. That it can help you come to realize your potential, that you learn more about yourself while in it. That the challenges you experience in university help you grow into a mature person in society.

You have several challenges to face. There's the problem that you focus entirely too much on your studies. In some ways, it’s to secure your future and to compensate for your lack of private life. In other ways, it makes you, because of inexperience, too naive for your own good. Or, as your friends have called it: too innocent. You've never had anyone touch you, never been with anyone in that way. Thus, you never get the hint when someone hits on you or finds you attractive. You have excellent grades – but unlike many of your peers, you’re still a virgin.

Another challenge you are facing is that you aren't wealthy. One semester into your studies, you are closer to the end than you expected. Leaving your landlord's buro, you take a few steps before coming to a halt and close your eyes as if to gain some semblance of composure. You're broke and desperately need money to cover your rent and living expenses. The bank isn't going to give you another loan, and you find yourself on the verge of having to leave college without a family to support your education.

They say you have to fail first to be successful in the future. But you are beyond failing – you are simply screwed.

You are very aware of your financial predicament. And you loathe having to live day to day on just pennies. To put it short—you are sick of being a broke-ass, loser virgin.

You sigh.

Giving up is not a choice. So you do the next best thing: grab life by the horns and start looking for a job. Searching under your bed, clothing pockets, and between couch cushions, you scrounge up enough money to get a local newspaper. In its classified ads, only a few offers deem themselves feasible with your busy school schedule: a late-night shift at a local diner, pizza delivery, or a job doing telemarketing. None of those sound too appealing, but there might not be a choice. Then, your gaze stops at an offer that sounds too good. A movie company is looking for a production assistant on a film set; you don't need prior experience, work hours are during the weekends, and pay is double what the other jobs offer.

You don’t think before hastily grabbing your phone, punching in the number, and waiting while the dial tone rings.

After a distinct click over the other line, a man hisses, "Shimura?"

"Uhm, hi. I- I am calling about the assistant job offer. I was wondering—"

"You're hired. Tomorrow at 5 pm," the man at the other end interrupts in an annoyed tone.

He rattles off the address as you fumble around for a pen, hastily writing it down when you find it.

Before you can reply, he finishes with Don't be late and hangs up unceremoniously.

You exhale, realizing you’ve been holding your breath since he started speaking.

What the hell just happened?

***

The path to the location is littered with brown leaves, and you struggle to keep from slipping as you walk toward the building. The address given to you is an old warehouse on the edge of town. Its monotonous, featureless walls covered in graffiti make it feel abandoned. There are no visible signs that anything is happening inside at all.

As you walk across the parking lot, you start to see small indications of life: fancy cars—far too fancy for this area- and sensual music permeating through the corrugated steel walls.

You weren’t sure how to dress for a job you knew nothing about, so you opted for blue jeans, a white blouse, and pointy shoes with heels. Your hair is tied into a neat ponytail, and simple smokey eyes complete the look.

You aim for a large steel door that the cars are all parked close to. As you lift your head, you take in the old brick building you are standing in front of, lined with large casement metal windows.

There is a single doorbell, no name on it, and you hesitate before inhaling and pressing it with the tip of your finger.

You hear a clicking sound, and then the heavy door swings inwards.

Alright, here goes nothing.

***

The set is surprisingly professional—like a luxurious bedroom sliced in half. A row of chairs faces the set on a concrete floor behind multiple cameras and some sound equipment, with the crew standing around talking.

The producer, Tenko, as he introduces himself to you–with tufts of pale hair and seemingly chronic dry lips in dire need of some chapstick – explains that your job will consist of helping around the set, distributing beverages, and handing out the script. Simple work you could do. After introducing you to the crew, he hands you a stack of papers, instructing you to pass them out.

Then you see her—the actress. She is gorgeous, dressed in an ivory-colored silk robe. Her hair is the color of the sun. Her skin is flawless and tanned, and her body is perfect- although almost definitely sculpted by a professional surgeon.

"Where the fuck is he?" You hear Tenko grumble, pulling a phone from his pocket, thumb tapping against the screen.

A flurry of activity breaks your concentration. A door flies open, and a man strides through—the leading actor, you gather, from how everyone else suddenly perks up.

"Fucking finally," the pale-haired director groans, tucking his cell back into the pocket of his jacket.

The man's hair is coal-colored, falling in messy strands into his face. His eyes remind you of the bright ocean, almost glowing in the dim light of the set. His sharp lips pull into a wide grin, his canines peeking out. He is casually dressed, wearing a pair of dark, ripped jeans and a white t-shirt, allowing you to notice just how well-toned his arms are. He is handsome, with delicate yet masculine features and sharp angles set in his face. His eyes are heavy-lidded, and his thin lips form a troublesome grin when his eyes meet yours.

Shit.

He holds your gaze before dragging his sinfully blue eyes over your figure and looking away again. Your heart skips a beat because even in the low light, you can see that the actor is incredibly hot. Totally your type. You can't help but stare at him, watching how he moves, the way his muscles ripple under the thin fabric of his shirt, the way his thighs bulge in his tight pants.

Speaking of bulge.

It's the biggest one you've ever seen, and the sight of it sends a pang straight to your core. Your cheeks heat up automatically.

Stop it!

You curse inwardly a few times for thinking lewd thoughts on a professional movie set.

But—you can't help it. He just looks too handsome. It stirs something inside of you you've never felt before. You sigh, knowing that this man has already made his way into your dreams, but in the end, they’ll stay just that— dreams.

Someone like him would never want to lay a hand on you.

As he approaches the stage, the man stops dead in his tracks, staring at the actress with a bored expression.

“Not her again.” You hear him groan.

The actress snaps her head around, a stunned expression on her face. “Pardon me?”

"The script calls for an innocent girl." The actor deadpans. "No one's gonna believe that with you in the female role."

The actress jumps to her feet. “How dare you talk about me like that!”

Tenko hisses, “Didn't you read the script? You would have known you film with her today, Touya—"

“I told you not to use my real name on set,” he says with a blase, somewhat impatient gaze.

“And I told you not to let out your frustration on the set, Dabi.” The director retorts.

“Frustration caused by your actions.” Dabi deadpans.

You hold your breath as your eyes dart from the director to Dabi and back to the actress. The rest of the crew acts like this is an everyday commotion on the set.

“This is not a request— I'm not doing the scene with her, " Dabi says, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

The actress jumps from her chair, visibly outraged, as her cheeks flare red with anger. “You're such a dick!”

“Yeah, you're right. But I’m the best dick in the industry.” He turns around, a sardonic finality in his tone.

You stare at the scene before you, the forgotten papers clutched tightly to your chest. The blonde woman stares at the dark-haired man, infuriated.

“So, it's either me—or her.” Dabi addresses Tenko, who isn't even trying to de-escalate the situation. “That's my final say.”

“I can't believe you're doing this to me!" The woman wails exaggeratedly.

"Sweetheart, we need someone who conveys innocence. Not some chick as fake-looking as you," Dabi purrs with false care. “Go carry your plastic off the stage already.”

Tenko scratches his neck in annoyance. He watches as the actress slings an array of profanities at Dabi before storming off with quick strides toward the door, slamming it shut behind her.

The dark-haired man stands at ease, reaching into his pants pocket to retrieve a cigarette, lighting it, and taking a deep drag. “Thank god she's gone. What were you thinking, Tenko?”

“Dabi, she's the most requested—”

“I don't give a fuck.” he runs a free hand through his dark bangs. “She sucks.”

You listen to them bicker, getting more confused by the second.

“So—what do you expect me to do now?” Tenko's scratching increases as he starts pacing up and down the set. “Production costs will double if we cut and pick things up on a different day. Not to mention the cost of finding a new replacement.”

He jumps off his chair, pacing around the set. Then he grumbles, “We’ll take a ten-minute break. I need to come up with a solution or else—”

“We need someone Pretty, no makeup, normal clothes.” Dabi suggests, "That won't be too expensive. Someone who looks undefiled, innocent.” Dabi's gaze wanders across the room. “Like a student or something.”

Then he sees you, and a smirk tugs at his lips. His stunning sapphire eyes look you up and down. You swallow hard, your shaking hands almost crumpling the papers in their tight grip.

"Like her." Teal eyes narrow as they focus on you.

You blink back at him dumbly, the room around you completely silent.

"Me?" You answer, his words catching you off guard.

"Yep. You." Dabi's smirk returns, a playfulness in his eyes.

The director stares at you with the same baffled expression written on your face. "Her?"

"Yep. Her." His grin widens.

"B-But, I can't!" You counter. " I'm a simple student, not an actress—"

"That's exactly what we need." The twinkle in his eyes is still there, "And you have a pussy, don't you?"

"Yes, I—” You catch yourself, your cheeks flaring hot. “W- What does that even have to do with this movie?"

Suddenly, the room goes alive with murmurs and whispers.

Dabi quirks a brow. "You're telling me you don't know?"

"Don't know what?" You helplessly look around.

The dark-haired man turns to his director, "You didn't tell her?!"

Tenko mumbles something about how you would have found out eventually.

Dabi steps toward you and crosses his arms in front of his chest. "Doll, this is an adult film set."

"A what?" You dumbly blink at him.

"An adult film set. You know, where people fuck." He leans forward, deep azures sparkling salaciously. "You know how fucking works, don't you?"

"Yes, I mean—in theory?" A heat washes over your face and flushes down your entire body.

"Yes or no. What is it?" Dabi asks teasingly, raising an eyebrow.

The heat in your face has reached the tip of your ears as you stammer. "It's none of your business."

He steps even closer. "C’mon, sweetheart, tell us."

He smirks, eyes narrowing as he leans closer. He looks at your lips, then back at your eyes. You can smell him with how close he is leaning in. His deep, masculine scent surrounds you, sending a jolt of heat straight through your core. Even though your mind wants to scream at him, to tell him off, you hear a timid voice whisper, "I’ve used my fingers? Maybe some toys?"

It is your voice.

"You're telling me you've never done it with another person?" This time, it is Dabi’s turn to sound baffled as he leans back, taking you in. "That you're a virgin."

"I-I…" You stammer, swallowing dryly.

Looking over his shoulders, he calls over to his director, "It'll break records if we film this. You're aware of that, right?"

"I am." Tenko snaps, scratching at his neck irritably, "You don't need to tell me."

"Ok, then it's a deal.” He nods towards you. “I want her—or I'm leaving."

"You little piece of—" Tenko growls. "That's extortion."

"You won't regret it," Dabi says, shrugging nonchalantly.

"Shouldn’t I have a say on this too?" You ask, but both men ignore your words.

"Ok, it's a deal," Tenko murmurs. "How much do we pay her?"

Dabi turns his gaze back to you. "You need money, right? Or else you wouldn't be here.”

"That’s none of your business."

"C'mon, sweetheart, This is your chance."

“Yes, I mean… " a sound of annoyance bubbles up your throat. "I can't afford my rent anymore, and my landlord will kick me out if I don't pay up soon."

“I sense an opportunity here," Dabi smirks. "Tenko, how much will you pay her if she agrees to do this with me?"

"How much do you want?" Tenko asks you.

“I-I don't know. I've never thought about it." You shyly add.

"Pay her rent plus an allowance," Dabi suggests. "Tenko, you know she's worth it."

"That’s too m—" You swallow hard.

Tenko mumbles disgruntledly: "OK, I'll do it.”

“You what?" His words leave you stunned.

Dabi interrupts quickly. "What he's saying, sweetheart, is that he'll pay for your rent - if you let me fuck you.”

His lewd words and the deep blue pools of his stunning eyes send a flutter through your stomach.

“In front of all these people?!"

“That's what porn is all about, doll.” Dabi chuckles, studying your reaction.

You swallow hard.

"So? What's it gonna be?" He cocks his head, waiting.

You have always prioritized safety, so common sense tells you to stick to your usual way of life. However, look where common sense has led you: You're almost broke and may need to drop out of college.

This could be a bad decision. But, it's time to throw safety to the sea.

"OK, I'll do it," you proclaim, and a round of applause and cheers erupt on the set while Dabi nods appreciatively.

“Congratulations, you're hired. Now, get ready before I change my mind.” Tenko waves a hand. “We still have a movie to film here.”

Your heart starts to race, a crushing weight bearing down on your chest. But you know that you have no choice. It's either a free porn loan—or being a forced college dropout. Taking a deep breath, you ball your hands into fists, trying to ignore the signs of panic your body is giving you.

"Okay, everyone, resume positions. And hand her the script.” Tenko moves to his chair, sitting down in it. “Let's do the first take."

"Hold on," Dabi says. "Why not do it a bit differently this time? No script, no acting— just raw footage. The whole thing.”

“You mean a one-shot film?” Tenko looks surprised. “I suppose that would work. Especially with a new actress.”

“Are you okay with that, doll?” Dabi smiles at you, and there's a warmth in his voice that wasn't there before.

“Do I have a choice?” you sigh.

“Not really.” He winks.

"Are you two lovebirds done flirting over there? " Tenko asks, " Because we're ready to film.”

“We weren't flir—” you protest, but Dabi bridges the distance between you.

"So, sweetheart?" He leans in, his face hovering close, sharing a breath with you. "How are you feeling about being fucked on camera?"

“Nervous.” you bite your lips, your face starting to burn.

"Doll, don't be; just focus on me," he soothes, stroking your cheek. “Forget about everyone else; I'll take care of you.”

He takes your hand and pulls you towards the bedroom set.

“Quiet!” Tenko raises a hand, and complete silence falls over the set as the crew prepares to film you both.

Tenko calls out a set of commands, which different crew members around the room answer.

“Sound?”

“Set.”

“Camera?”

“Set.”

“Roll sound.”

“Sound rolling.”

“Roll camera.”

“Camera Speed.”

“Marker.”

A man with a clapper board enters the scene and calls, "Scene one. Take—uhm— whatever."

Dabi nods, and that is the cue. The lights dim, and the cameras vanish into the darkness; only the red lights betray their existence.

You glance around, your stomach in knots, as you realize that this is no game, that this is it. The only thing visibly lit was the bed standing a few feet away. The crew's faces are barely visible as everyone watches you, the man behind the camera tilting it, filming you from bottom to top.

“Hey baby, you alright?” You hear Dabi's voice.

“N-No, not really.” You stammer, your hands trembling, your breathing picking up, as your eyes frantically dart around the dark set. “I don't know if I can do this.”

“Sweetheart, look at me.” You feel a finger hook under your chin when Dabi tilts your head to meet his gaze. It's intense, the turquoise of his irises gleaming almost unnaturally.

You feel your heart sink into your stomach as his thumb caresses your skin. When he closes the already minimal distance between you, your eyes flutter close in reflex. His lips are sensually warm and addicting against your cheek, and your heart starts thrashing wildly inside your chest in response. Something changes between you, an intimacy blooming as the voices of the people mute.

It's all you need to distract your mind, to make your body heat up. Not with anxiety—

—but in anticipation.

“Are you ready to give me your virginity?” His low voice rumbles close to your ear.

You nod, like in a haze, every caress of his lips causes your skin to tingle, to burn with passion. He shifts, and you feel him faintly brush your lips, and a zap of electricity courses through your veins. Then, your lips are united in his first tentative kiss. They are so soft, and the way he kisses you is so delicate, almost tender— deliberately slow.

You relax, giving in to how wonderful this feels. His tongue slowly traces the shape of your lips, and you feel your brain short-circuiting. Angling your head to the side, you part your lips, begging him to enter. Dabi reacts instantly, his tongue slipping your mouth, delving deeper, tasting you, consuming you.

You groan—how could a man taste so good?

It makes your knees buckle, and you start panting into his mouth, your instincts taking over, your body reacting to his touch. A desire, a passion, awakens like a wild animal roaring, and you feel a wave of arousal pool in your panties. You can't help it, and you slide your hand underneath his shirt, your other hand circling his neck. You can feel him smirking into the kiss, but the sound carries off into a groan when you rake your nails down the small of his back.

As he breaks away, a warmth lingers between you and him while he admires your wet, pink, swollen lips, "A little eager for your first time, huh?"

The kiss leaves you dizzy, and you can't seem to form an answer, too stricken by his closeness and intoxicating scent.

The moment passes, and then his lips smash against yours so fast you don't even have time to react. He presses his hips against yours, his clothed hardness grazing against your heat, letting you feel just how hard you’ve made him.

Holy shit.

He's not gentle anymore; he's rough and demanding now. He is taking you, enjoying the shaky gasps that leave your lips. Dabi’s hands trail down your side to find your ass cheeks. He lifts you by the thighs onto his waist skillfully, never breaking the kiss. Carrying you easily toward the bed he releases his hold and you topple onto it, panting heavily.

The lights around you heat the air, and you notice one camera panning across the set while the other tracks toward you on a dolly. Just as your heart starts picking up an anxious speed again, you see a movement to the side. Dabi yanks his shirt above his head, the muscles in his stomach flexing with every movement.

The second the fabric touches the floor, he's on you with his lips pressed to yours and his tongue in your mouth. You feel yourself getting lost in the moment of passion and all you can see is him. Your stomach somersaults and the world around you ceases to exist; it is just you and him— the people around you and the cameras wholly forgotten. The world, right now, only revolves around the two of you.

“You taste so fucking good,” he breathes into your mouth, hazy eyes glowing with arousal. "How do you taste so fucking good?”

You feel his hand sneak underneath your shirt to slowly pull it off over your head. Next, he skillfully removes the rest of your clothes off until you are lying below him, sex and breasts cupped by delicate cotton underwear.

“Look at that,” he muses. “So innocent.”

Sliding his hand behind your back, he unhooks the bra with an expert pinch of his fingers. Your breasts spill out as he slides the straps off your shoulders, tossing it aside. Then his gaze lingers on your soft, round tits.

“Damn,” he cups them and squeezes them gently, “Where have you been hiding, girl? You're perfect.”

He slides his fingers over your nipples and a low moan tears from your throat. Dabi lets out a low rumble as his hands continue to work your breasts, rubbing and plucking at your stiffening nipples. There’s a deep throb low in your body, pulsing between your thighs, and you're startled at the way you’re reacting. You are so turned on—his touch only adds to your body’s cravings, and as his large palms glide over your breasts; it pulls the breath from your lungs as it simultaneously fuels your desire. His thumbs drag over your nipples again, rolling it between his fingers before leaning down to lick at your pebbled nub. He makes you feel breathless with excitement the more he focuses on toying with your breasts, rolling the tips back and forth between his thumb and forefinger.

It makes you crazy with need until you're aching, shivering throughout your entire body. You're gasping for breath the entire time Dabi has his lips wrapped around your erect nub, sucking it to send a tingling sensation straight through to your core. Then he's biting just hard enough to make you squeal before soothing the puckered nub with a flick of his tongue.

“You’ve got the most amazing tits,’ Dabi murmurs against your skin. “So soft and full. So natural.”

While he switches from pliant nipple to pliant nipple, you feel a stray hand hook its fingers under the seams of your panties. He releases your nipple with a pop and peppers kisses down to your tummy while he adeptly pulls the little piece of fabric down and off your legs. You're now utterly naked below him while Dabi continues revering your body with wet kisses and nibbles, moving downward until you feel his warm breath on your pubic mound. He spreads your trembling legs, his eyes glazing over your pussy, pupils expanding and then retracting into pin slits.

"Look at that pretty pussy." His breath is hot against your soaked folds. "And so fucking wet—you're dripping."

A shameful sound spills from your lips at his words, and you writhe in his hold. But his hands keep you in place.

"You're seriously telling me,” he slides his fingers up and down your glistening folds, “No one's been here before?"

You squirm below him as a camera zooms in on where Dabi’s eyes are affixed– between your thighs.

“Cause you have the prettiest pussy I've ever seen.” He snickers. “And I've seen a lot.”

His warm, calloused fingers slide up and down your slippery folds, his hot breath fanning over your sex. Then he spreads apart your sweet lips; it makes you shudder in anticipation, and Dabi chuckles.

“I can see you twitching for me.” A finger sinks in, making you arch your back the deeper it goes.

The camera behind him zooms in on your blushing face, and you cover it with trembling hands.

"Nu-uh, no hiding. Look at me." He slaps your clit lightly—making you jolt. "Let us see your pretty face."

You whimper softly, because you've touched yourself before—

—but this just feels so much more intense.

“Dabi—” you choke out, flinching in pleasure when he slides a hand underneath your ass,

raising your hips to have more access to you.

“Relax, baby, I'll take care of you.” A growl tears from his throat, and then he drags his tongue over your gleaming folds, tasting you.

You cry out, your body shuddering. Over and over, Dabi licks you with deep, claiming strokes, using his tongue to explore every bit of you.

“Damn, you taste better than anything I've ever tasted.” He pushes his wet muscle into your core, frantic to have more of you.

“Oh my God. Dabi!” Your toes curl, and your thighs tighten around him. You're both – startled and aroused at his eagerness. Any worries you have are melting away as he drags his tongue over you again and again, making you squirm with need.

A moan escapes your lips– loud, uncontrolled– when his tongue flicks over your folds. When he grazes your little button, you jolt as if you've been stung.

He hums appreciatively and buries his face into your warmth, seeking out that sweet nub. Your body jerks as he moves his tongue over it, repeating the action when he does it again. You give a little wail, and your hands curl into the fabric the longer he teases. He eagerly works that spot, and you cry out with little choked gasps.

As his tongue circles your clitoris, your sensations spiral out of control. You can feel the tension increasing in your body with a growing urgency to be released.

“Dabi,” you pant with every flick of his tongue. But he doesn't respond, does not hear– or pretends not to. He buries his face in your folds, hands holding you down by your hips.

With every quiver that moves through your body, with every shiver of response, every tensing of your muscles, you draw closer to the edge.

You writhe against Dabi, with his face between your thighs, lapping at your juices. All the while, he continues to work your little clit with his tongue in slow, steady strokes.

Suddenly, the feeling that you’re about to cum overwhelms you. Your pussy clenches, dripping with your juices, and your clit is ready to burst.

Your hips jerk against him, and then a release explodes in your mind, your thoughts crashing all around you. You come with a slight scream that morphs into a moan, but Dabi does not stop his ministrations—

—no.

He continues to lick and suck as you come and come and come.

It's too much; you feel like exploding. You’re a moaning mess, fingers slipping between Dabi’s strands, pushing and pulling at his roots unsure if you can take it if he keeps going like that.

Your entire body is on fire. The orgasm continues to surge through you– more intense than anything you’ve experienced by yourself– with Dabi gently sucking and licking at your clit. You are delirious, feel like you are floating with no way to find your path back to earth.

“Dabi, please—” you choke out.

Dabi’s mouth detaches from your overstimulated nub and straightens up, licking your cum’s sweetness off his lips. Crawling on top of you, he gazes into your eyes. “Doll, tell me—what do you want me to do?”

You see his jeans straining from the bulk of his erection and swallow, your body responding with a flood of hormones.

“Please fuck me,” you whisper, thinking in ways you never have before.

You want to beg him to be gentle, but you can’t seem to form the words when you see him unbuckle his belt before unzipping his jeans, his eyes carefully watching your expression as he does. His cock springs to life, and you swallow thickly. It's enormous—and pierced.

You feel a momentary pang of doubt, questioning if that monster will even fit inside you. The previous excitement and adrenaline pumping through your veins gradually turn to panic. Your breathing picks up as you stare at his cock, wide-eyed.

“You look worried,” Dabi says, stroking it with one hand. His raised eyebrows and amused grin tell you he's used to this type of reaction.

“Are you sure…” you nod towards his cock.

“Trust me,” he says. “I’ll make sure you feel good. It’ll be the greatest thing you'll ever experience.”

Your entire body yearns for his touch, and there’s no way you're saying no now. He’s spreading you wide open, hands on your knees, before he moves to hold himself in hand to align his cock with your entrance.

"Do you want me to fuck you?’ Dabi asks as he drags the head of the tip up and down your slit.

“‘S not gonna fit,” you whine with a worried expression.

“Don't be scared,” Dabi says, "I know what I'm doing. So, you'll be a good girl and take it all, right?”

“I'm not sure,” you whisper.

“I know you can...” His eyes stare at you with a desire so intense that you almost feel intimidated.

He’s spreading you wide open, hands on your knees, before he moves one to hold himself and align his cock to your entrance. The pressure between your legs increases as Dabi nudges the pierced tip of his cock against you.

“Get ready,” he whispers.

A mix of a gasp and a cry leaves your lips as Dabi strains against you, feeling like he’s trying to shove a massive pole inside of you. You squeeze your eyes shut as tears gather in your lashes, and Dabi holds back, kissing you, waiting for you to relax.

“Easy,” he says softly, “I’ve got you.”

The softness of his tone relaxes you and the tension in your shoulders lessens. Then, somehow, something gives way, and he enters you. You gasp, your body opening up to accommodate the massive dick that is now sliding inside of you.

"Oh my god—” You throw your head back, hands clawing at his shoulders in a weak attempt to push him away.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking tight,” he hisses, eyebrows furrowing before he hits resistance and then pushes forward.

There’s a sharp pain slicing through your core, and you don't know if it's from the stretch or a tear. Probably both. It hurts, and you squeeze your eyes shut, forcing tears down your cheek. Dabi continues to push his hips forward, only stopping once he’s entirely inside, heavy balls pressed against the crease of your ass. The cameras zoom in on the bulge in your womb, where his dick sits buried deep inside of you. But you don't notice them, your brain too consumed by him filling you up, his whole weight resting against you.

“You ok?” Breathing heavily, he drags his eyes back and forth over your face.

“Gimme a sec.” Your lips press into a thin line as the pain from the stretch slowly turns into a dull throb. After a moment, you nod...

"I'm gonna start moving now," Dabi says— and then does precisely that.

Just as you start to feel your body relaxing, he withdraws, only to plunge himself in again. The sudden shock of the movement is incredible. You feel every ridge, every single thick vein. It feels fantastic, and as he slowly slides back in, you can appreciate every inch of his cock. He starts an even rhythm, rocking inside you gently.

“Shit, just squeezed me so fucking tight,” he moans in response. "I’m warning you, don't make me lose my composure. You don’t want to see me act up.”

Your mind feels detached from your body; you don't hear him, don't even notice the camera zooming in, focusing on how your face scrunches and your lips quiver because of how good he makes you feel.

He grabs you by the waist and brings you closer to him. Raising both legs in the air, he pushes them forward until your body is folded in half.

“Oh—shit—” You choke out, the walls of your sex stretching to accommodate him.

“I’m gonna make you cum,” Dabi is panting hard as he starts driving his cock rapidly in and out of you. “You won't be able to walk for days.”

“I-I can’t—” your jaw slackens as you tighten around his dick again, the ability to form comprehensive answers having left you the moment he breached your walls.

He rams himself deeper while his fingers slip between your strands, guiding your face upward, your mouths colliding in a frantic kiss.

It starts as a slow burn that gradually builds into a white, blistering heat. A feeling begins coursing through you, making you lose control of your body. You tense and arch your back, your head digging back into the pillow, voice caught in your throat. And just when you think you can't take it anymore, all that tension releases, and you cry out loud, a turbulent wave of pleasure hitting you like a storm. All your nerve endings are seemingly set ablaze while Dabi fucks you through your orgasm.

His eyes are wide with wonder, hearing and feeling you come undone around him. The way your eyes are shut tightly in pleasure, your entire body trembling and shaking in ecstasy, is the best thing he's ever seen. It makes his chest swell with pride. Still, it feels like it's not enough, though, and he needs more. He wants to own you, possess you, make you his.

Dabi snaps.

With a suppressed growl, Dabi grabs you by your hips and flips you over onto your stomach. He's not letting you catch your breath before he propels his cock back inside you again. His hand slides from the dip in your spine to the spot between your shoulder blades, pressing down until your face is buried in the sheets. At this angle, he reaches even deeper than before, his piercings rubbing your G-spot just right. Your hands tightly fist the soft duvet with every drive of his hips, knocking the air from your lungs.

Dabi seems delirious, pistoning in and out of you now. Reaching forward, he gathers your hair around his fist, tugging it to keep you in place, forcing your head up from the sheets. You sob out his name, your chin and cheeks covered with your drool and tears.

But Dabi is drowning too deep in pleasure to notice.

"I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’ll never think of anyone but me in your fantasies," Dabi growls while your elbows shake under the pressure of his forceful thrusts.

Slowly, your mind is falling apart with the pleasure pulsing through your body. Dabi starts drilling his big cock into your even faster now. You tremble below him, thighs quivering when you feel another orgasm building up.

“You gonna cum for me again, princess?” Dabi groans, “I can feel your pussy clenching around me.”

You nod, too exhausted to form any words. Dabi tightens his hold on your hip, fingers digging into your plush skin, holding you still.

“I’m gonna cum with you,” he tells you. “I’m gonna fill up your tight hole, gonna breed you so good—fuck!”

"Please—" you whimper pathetically, finding yourself trapped in his lewd promises.

And then you lose it, feeling like the world is disappearing underneath your feet. Pleasure rips through you, leaving you with no strength. It’s an intense tingling pleasure that starts in your core and spreads through your whole body, from your fingertips down to your toes. It's all-consuming and euphoric, your body not knowing what to do with that much sensation at once.

You feel your body falling off a cliff into a pile of tingling ecstasy as you cum again with a broken whimper escaping your lips. The orgasm is even more potent than the last ones, like a massive burst of pleasure; all that tension explodes and shoots up the back of your legs and everywhere else. You moan and shudder, your pussy clamping around his cock.

“That’s it,” Dabi lets out a long, shuddering groan. “Just like that.”

You forget to breathe while Dabi keeps fucking your harder and harder, feral with desire, shoving his cock as deep inside you as he can.

“Oh fuck—” You gasp out, arching your back, fingers twisting against the sheets.

No sooner have the words slipped from your lips that you feel your whole body lock tight again—and then unravel. You forget to breathe as an unending cascade of euphoria detonates deep inside of you. You come undone, shaking uncontrollably as juices gush from your pussy, dripping down Dabis balls, drenching the sheets below.

Dabi groans, his eyes screwing shut, head dropping back. With one final possessive thrust of his hips, he cums, shooting his seed deep inside you. You feel his cock twitch as he moans heavily, eyebrows sewn together. His body is shuddering, his hips hitching while he rides out his orgasm.

You’re faintly aware of your surroundings, buried too deeply in your bliss. Unable to take any more pleasure, you slump backward. Dabi slides his softening cock from you with an obscene wet sound before dropping down onto the bed beside you, taking you with him.

“Fuck…” he breathed out, caressing your skin. “That felt so—”

‘And—cut!’ You hear a voice call, speaking its way into the mush that is your brain, slapping you back to reality.

You open your eyes and look around in shock, having completely forgotten where you are. The lights switch on, almost blindingly bright. People start hustling about the set, and cameras mere inches away from you now pull back into their waiting positions.

“That was perfect,” you hear Tenko say through the noise filling the set now.

Your breath catches in your throat, an unsettling feeling beginning to well inside you. Your heart starts pounding at an increasingly rapid pace while you feel panic stretch its icy fingers up your spine.

You feel a warm hand cradling your face, angling it to the side. It’s Dabi. He places his mouth over yours without further ado.

“You are perfect.” Dabi coos into the kiss, and it happens again— butterflies erupt in your gut, the world around you fading until there's only you and him.

Instinctively, you let go, feeling the tension slowly dissipate and your heart calming down. Dabi smiles as he breaks away from you, and you feel it— a lingering warmth, an unseen connection that spins fragile threads between you both.

A man approaches to help you get out of bed, but Dabi, whose face is still dewy with sweat, moves between you both. He takes the bathrobe from the guy and wraps it around your shivering body before getting dressed himself.

Helping you off the bed, he drapes an arm around your shoulder and leads you past the celebrating crew members from the set until you’re backstage.

Once in the changing room, he closes the door behind him and leans against it.

“That was something…” he muses. “You’re a natural. Would you ever consider doing this again with me?’

You're caught off-guard, his face radiating a tenderness that fills your heart with something joyful. A warmth spreads across your face, your hands gripping the soft belt of your robe as you nip at your lower lip. “I-I don't know.”

“You should,” Dabi kicks off the door frame and saunters over you with a sinful, obscene sway of his hips. His hand finds yours, fingers interlacing in a silent agreement, pulling you into a tight embrace. “Think about it…”

He lets the words hang in the air for a second. When he pulls away, his arms wrap around your neck, lower half still pressed against you as if you’re not a stranger. He looks down at you like the two of you have been dating for years.

“So, I was wondering… what are you doing later on?” Dabi kisses the tip of your nose. “Do you want to grab a bite to eat and get some drinks?”

“Are you asking me out on a date?” A new desire for him grows inside of you. You smile back at him, reaching up to gently play with his dark hair.

“Maybe?” His lips curl into a devious smirk.

“Is this even allowed?” Chest to chest, your heartbeat slowly catches up to his, as if your bodies react simultaneously to each other's warm touch.

“Maybe?” Dabi repeats, his thumb gently brushing along your lips.

When you look into his eyes, a tenderness softens the rough edges of his sharp features. It makes you wonder, he’s been so sweet and caring after everything that happened today– you actually believe he’s a genuinely sincere and nice guy. You feel your heart quiet when you’re with him, as if you have found peace.

“Well…” you consider, “I've just thrown all my morals into the wind. So, might as well go on a date with a pornstar, right?”

“You won't regret it.” Dabis laughs softly. “Even though you might not be able to move after I'm done with you—”

“Is that so…” You are torn between scolding him or laughing because he's so cute. “Ok, big boy, whatever you say.”

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