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animeficsworld · 1 year
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Clueless
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Todoroki Shoto x Reader
You could say that he was clueless. You could go up to him and kiss him and he would still be confused. You could shout it at his face, he would still not get it.
But just as clueless he was, Shoto was also very caring and kind. When you joined UA for the hero course, his class took you in immediately. They were all so very kind, even Bakugou. But Shoto caught your eye.
His quirk and his handsome face took you off of your feet as soon as your eyes locked when you introduced yourself.
At that time, you didn't know how truly clueless he could be even when the other girls warned you. 
One time it was so frustrating you had to punch a wall. Seriously what did you have to do to make him notice you? Well, he did notice you it's just he never understood your intentions.
When you asked if he wanted to see the new action movie, he said yes, you were all dolled up for your date and then he showed up with almost everyone in the class saying "I thought I'll invite them, hope it's okay." and it wasn't his nerves which is why he did this, you could see in his eyes, he didn't understand you meant for this to be a date.
In the end, you were sitting the furthest from Shoto right in between Izuku and Katsuki. The two kept on arguing during the movie, so you didn't even understand what was going on. 
That time, you were encouraged to be clearer, to make Shoto understand, and you tried, you really did.
You asked him out on more dates, and only when you arrived you found again, the entire class there. And just why were you always in between Katsuki and Izuku? And at this point, you probably should just go out with either of them. The Zoo was never the same after Izuku overexplained everything while 'Kacchan' kept yelling at him for talking too much.
Then, you asked Shoto to study with you at the library, he surely wouldn't ask someone to join you right? Wrong, aparently Seto also needed some explanation on the subject. 
You wanted to give up, and part of you did. You stopped asking him to join you, stopped asking him out for things, only to dress up and then be disappointed. You had to accept the fact that he never thought you are asking him for a date, because he didn't see you like that. 
"Good morning," you said as you walked into class and sat down at your table, waiting for class to start. 
That day, nothing interesting happened.
Back in your room, later that evening, you looked up from your book finally. 
You stretched a little before you opened the balcony window to get some fresh air. 
"Beautiful night, isn't it?" the voice to your right made you jump, in fact so much you nearly blasted the entire building with your quirk.
"You scared me Shoto." you said to your neighbour.
"You looked sad today, is everything okay?" Of course, he would notice this but not your many attempts to ask him on a date.
"I'm fine, just finished studying. How about you?"
"I'm not too well. I feel like... like I messed up but I don't know how or what did I do?" 
"Okay, talk to me, let's figure this out." he let out a sign.
"I feel like we are good friends, Y/N, and somehow I feel like I keep pushing you away. And I don't know what did I do."
"Oh, it's about that." you cleared your throat. You looked at the trees around you. "Well, I was expecting this conversation but... when I asked you to meet me I always meant like a date, you know? But I had to realize you are not interested in me like that, so, I had to move on, which is why you feel like I'm pushing you away." you looked at him, his eyes wide, you did confess to him just now, and you truly hoped that this time he wouldn't misunderstand. 
"You... you did?"
"Yes, you are very clueless Shoto. But I do get it, you do not like me like that so it's okay, re-"
"But I do." he then jumped over to your balcony, slightly startling you. "I-I just didn't think you liked me like that. But I am bad at reading signs."
"Why do you think I dressed up every time we met outside school?"
"I just thought that is how you dressed."
Clueless, he truly was.
"I wanted to look nice to you." 
"A-And you did! Please don't misunderstand I just have a lot going on in my life, I never thought you would be interested in me like that. Why don't we go out somewhere tomorrow after school? To get tea or something."
You smiled and nodded.
"I'd like that."
"And this time I promise I won't invite anyone else." 
"Okay, let's meet after class in the common area, I will need to change but-"
"It's a date then, a real one this time. Like a real real one this time." he smiled and you did the same.
"Then I'll..." you said as you pointed at your door. "I still need to shower and-"
"I don't mean to bother I'll go. Meet you tomorrow."
"Tomorrow, good night Shoto."
"Good night." 
As you closed the door and pulled the curtains back, Shoto climbed back to his room.
You were happy he finally understood and the two of you were able to arrange a date.
You shouldn't be as surprised as you were, after all you did know how truly clueless he could be. But you learned from it, and from now on, you will need to be more forward with him.
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avocadossposts · 2 months
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Hi! This is Avocado, your author, I go by any and all pronouns and will write anyone and everyone. I do all kinds of writing, just send in anything and I’ll do my best to be up to your standards.
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shiggybrainr0t · 29 days
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bakugou isn’t afraid to love you openly here, in the morning sun.
note: title is lyrics from a zach bryan song <3 this has only been lightly edited, but I hope you enjoy! the line break thing below is from @/cafekitsune
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bakugou slams his hand down on his alarm clock at 5:29 a.m., exactly one minute before the alarm is actually set to go off. you have been fighting off a cold the past few days, and after some warm soup and medicine he bribed you with a kiss to take, he’s a nurturer at heart, sue him, you finally were able to sleep. that last thing he wants is his stupid alarm to wake you up.
bakugou is a natural earlier riser. he likes to have time to wake up, drink some coffee, go to the gym and shower and still make it back to you before 8. when he looks over at you now though, he has a feeling that his morning routine isn’t going to be acted upon.
you’re sprawled across his bare chest, legs tangled up with his like a love knot. your face is squished against his bicep, mouth hanging open since you can’t breath through your nose at the moment. some drool has dried on his skin, and while bakugou usually is a clean freak, the sight endears him more than it grosses him out.
perspiration makes your skin glow slightly in the soft early sunlight. you had been running a low grade fever last night, but you still insisted on plastering yourself to him to sleep even though he naturally runs hotter than the average person. he knows you’ll complain whenever you have to unstick yourself from him, but he also knows later tonight you’ll snuggle up to him all the same.
looking at you like this, so soft and warm, he’s suddenly reminded of when he first met you. he was a brooding second year at u.a., a child who had been through far too much already, and you were in the general studies department. the school decided to partner up the hero courses with the general studies department for some assignment bakugou can’t even remember now. he got paired with you.
he remembers the guarded look in your eyes whenever you approached him for the first time, the way you softly introduced yourself, and the way you glared at him whenever he scoffed at you. he remembers being surprised, no one normally had the guts to do anything except take what he dished out. but you didn’t.
one night in the library, you finally hit your breaking point. you were mad and fed up with his attitude. the words you said to him still pierce him today.
“bakugou. you have the potential to make something of yourself, but your attitude is going to determine whether you’re great or horrible.”
you had rushed off in a huff after that, leaving him there speechless. he’d been chasing you ever since. eventually, fourth year to be exact, you let him catch you.
now, in bed with you all these years later, he isn’t afraid to be soft with you. he isn’t afraid to touch your face gently, like he does now. bakugou lightly traces the lines of your face with one calloused finger, lingering on the bags underneath your eyes that have deepened from your lack of sleep lately.
his touch makes you stir, and let a jumble of sounds that after years of practice bakugou can understand to be the question “what time is it?”
“too early for you to be up. go back to sleep.” is his response, gruff voice only a whisper. you let out a “mmmmmkay” and snuggle in closer, if that’s even possible. you both are already practically one being, but bakugo can’t find it in him to be upset.
with you in his arms, bakugou drifts back to sleep, morning routine all but forgotten.
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keigos-wings · 11 months
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aizawa is too pretty to eat pussy. the sight ALONE would kill you.
just making eye contact with him while he hikes your legs over his shoulders would have you six feet under.
he’d eat you out like a man starved, and he’d do it all while looking up at you through thick eyelashes; ripping orgasm after orgasm from you until you’re so sensitive it hurts. he’d take pity on you for a moment; untangling himself from your limbs, letting you believe you’ve earned a rest.
but he is an evil, evil man.
he’d slip two fingers into your cunt, chuckling darkly to himself all the while, and he’d pump them mercilessly.
that man wouldn’t stop until you’re crying and begging for mercy.
god, just the THOUGHT of it is enough to send you to the grave.
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wxnheart · 9 months
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would you believe me if I said I'm in love? baby, I want you to want me...
He could be vulnerable for you.
He could say 'fuck it' and lay his soul bare.
He could be everything for you and more; he could be the man you can depend on, the man who'll spoil you rotten, wipe away your tears, and love on you so damn much it's absolutely suffocating.
He could be that man, everything for you and more, but... he's afraid.
Afraid of it all—he's such a coward. Afraid of how deep his love for you goes. Afraid of rejection. Afraid of heartbreak. Afraid of laying his soul bare and you see all the cracks in his broken heart that's been haphazardly pieced together and... FUCK!—
But most importantly, he's afraid of hurting you. Afraid. So damn afraid.
God, he's such a fucking coward.
He could be vulnerable for you.
He could say 'fuck it' and lay his soul bare.
He could be everything for you and more and—
Fuck that.
He wants to be everything for you, everything and more, but...
Baby...
Would you want him?
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habken · 1 year
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kung fu panda x bnha crossover doodles
+ panda!deku cause I couldn’t decide what I wanted him to be
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tooruswhre · 4 months
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❝ FIRST-TIME BOYFRIEND! KATSUKI
there is a first time for everything! even for katsuki bakugo. ❞
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the first timer would do anything to impress you in the earlier stages of the relationship. he wanted you to see him as the best of the best.
first-time boyfriend!katsuki who knows no bounds of personal space. his hands were practically glued to your waist whenever he came up behind you. his head buried in the bend of your neck.
first-time boyfriend!katsuki who is severely overprotective. he’ll argue with a cup of piping hot tea if it so happened to burn your lip. he’s the boyfriend who makes sure you are always on the inside of the sidewalk when walking.
first-time boyfriend!katsuki who reserves his uncharacteristically soft side just for you. where he’s mellow and can be vulnerable at times, he doesn’t want to lose or hurt you with his brash personality.
first-time boyfriend!katsuki who takes random flicks of you doing nothing that’ll never peak extravagant in your eyes. it could just be of you eating, reading, or just sleeping in his arms.
first-time boyfriend!katsuki who is very meticulous about making sure you’re happy. he’ll eavesdrop on you and your friends conversation to see what you’re into and what you like because he’s too shy to ask.
first-time boyfriend!katsuki who never thought he’d like being called “baby” so much until he met you. that’s essentially his name now. he never answers to any nickname or anything relating to his government name. so if you want him to glare and pout cause you called him “kats,” “suki” or anything of that nature, be my guest! you’ve been warned!
first-time boyfriend!katsuki who dishes out compliments to you all day like crazy. kirishima thought he’d never get to live to see the day of his friend so crazy over his first girlfriend.
first-time boyfriend!katsuki who is obsessed about you, and willing to fight about it all day to prove a point.
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ravewoodx · 2 years
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plutopitou · 5 months
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◇ Wash your mouth out with soap
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bakugou katsuki x reader
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wc: 1.1k | fluff, angst if you squint
Katsuki’s been criticized since he was a teenager about his brash personality, taking a toll on his mentality. But even from a distance he can see your brazen heart waiting for him, always.
This is slightly rewritten and reposted but enjoy luv u
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Katsuki always had a mouth on him. Since the day you first saw his stone face on tv yelling at an interviewer in highschool, he’d grown to be known as the verbally abrasive hero- not that it mattered to him much at that time, anyway.
His mother had tried everything as the child grew up. The traditional hitting with her slipper, washing out his mouth with soap for ten minutes per cuss word; it proved to be unsuccessful and a distorted form of punishment that left a distinct scar in his memories.
“Pro Hero Dynamight verbally attacks civillian after villain attack!”
You look up to see the news headline pass through the screen with exclusive footage of your boyfriend getting into some verbal spew with a civilian, both covered in dust with a collapsed building in the background.
An ambulance pulls up to tend to the man’s injuries as Katsuki bitterly walks away from him before barking an unbleeped “Go fuck yourself”.
You couldn’t help but laugh at his quick outburst as the channel rushes back to the flabbergasted news anchor not expecting his foul retort, undoubtedly questioning his qualifications to be a true hero. You’re swift to turn off the TV and focus on something else.
Katsuki’s persona he was given was not something unfamiliar or a wedge between the both of you. You vividly remembered your first awkward date with eachother. How after every minute you couldn’t count on one hand how many times he was vulgar the more drinks he threw back to ease his anxieties.
People always questioned how could you ever date someone like him. The hero with not just an explosive quirk but an explosive personality that just seemed to be distasteful and rude- how could any sane person stand to be with someone like him?
However, other people’s view of him was the farthest of himself.
The clock hits five minutes to midnight before the apartment door opens, a rustling noise emerging through with heavy footsteps. You close your laptop and look over at your boyfriend tossing his backpack to the side and hanging up his keys.
“‘M home.” Muttered from an annoyed expression. Katsuki’s brows are furrowed down as he pulls his sweatshirt off, his long sleeved hero shirt hugging his muscles from underneath.
Getting up from your seat near the kitchen, you eagerly prance to his fatigued spirit. You gently push back his blond hair, cupping his hot cheeks, planting a sweet kiss where he needed it most. He can feel his unsavory mood melt away as you pull away with nothing less than a pretty smile on your face. “I missed you.” You stated delicately.
His face slowly softens, muttering how much he missed you as well. “I was gonna call you when I got a chance, but fuckin’ assholes held me up today.” He breathes out, the distaste from the events you saw earlier leaked ferociously from his words. “Some man got pissed ‘cause I didn’t get his stupid phone while saving him from a collapsed building.. ungrateful ass just causin’ a scene in front of the press, per usual.”
You watch his features tense from how much he’s holding back letting himself become irritated again about the spew earlier- you can see through his emotions better than the finest telescope. It was the first quality he noticed when he first met you.
When he talked you paid attention to every word; not in a way of faux admiration because he was a famous hero, but in genuine care of what he had to say. You didn’t get upset when he would swear a lame joke, instead you laughed like a rhythmic lullaby to his ears.
Since starting UA, all eyes were on the best in the school and he was always watched and criticized the most. His track record of saving civilians since he got his hero license didn’t matter, it was always going to be about how he’s perceived by the public from the way the media spins narratives about him. He would never admit how much it hurt, he’d rather let Deku continue to be number one than do than let society know they can wear him down.
Katsuki couldn’t advert his gaze as you started to run hot water in the shower for him. You come back and are immediately grasped into his frame. The living room is dimly lit as you slowly sway with the tempo of his warm, mellow nature.
“Shower with me?” He whispers.
You look up from his chest, chin near his heartbeat. “Already did earlier, but you go ahead and ill set the bed up for you?”
The room smelled fresh with cool air and candles as the window curtain wisps with the melody of the breeze. Katsuki walks in shirtless with fresh sweatpants. His hair is limp and damp, skin smelling fresh and old scars on his chest and back able to breathe.
He groans lightly as he lays on his chest, head resting on his hands facing the window as you drip oil on his aching back; hands tracing down the tense cords of muscle and up his neck. Every push he releases a breath, unpacking all the negative emotion from the past twelve hours like therapy.
You loved to just stand and work magic on his body than in a sexual type of passion. It was the way you stared at the shape of the body he’d built himself since he was in school, the divots that are reminiscent of a smooth mountainous landscape. How an hour in you couldn’t tell if he was asleep the way his mouth is slightly open and his brows are straight and relaxed.
It was always a struggle to hold back the tears when he can safely sleep. You keep them back before he ever sees them; because if there was one thing you knew about Katsuki, it’s that he hates seeing someone feel bad for him.
Luckily for you, he never sees it, just feels it.
Katsuki took the hits and fall into his body without delay. There was no hesitation about it as one glance down at the grooves of pink skin peppered over his build can confirm it. It wasn’t something he regret, just something he pondered on.
You both found yourselves to fall into this routine a couple times a week when you see your boyfriend’s shoulders droop just a little lower than usual, when his gaze was just a bit more sheen with distance. It’s been years since the last war, but he was still stuck on the one inside himsef. It made your chest ache.
Outside the room he lays in he was known to be a foul-mouthed man with too much power than he knew to deal with.
You push down the curve of his back with the heel of your palm in the thought.
You wished it was that simple.
He was a young hero stuck with the weight of a cruel world on his back.
You finish kneading his muscular frame, your hands hot of every drip of emotion soaked up like a sponge in water. Turning to leave, you’re stopped with a pull at your hand.
Katsuki slowly pulls your body into his seated embrance. Your delicate fingers find his hair, rubbing down his soft back as his breath his head lays against your stomach, hands leaving ghost touches against your chilled back.
The warmth of his hands find your chin, pulling you down to his level. Your lips lightly brush over eachother before he presses his against yours gently. “I love you, you know..” He mumbles a centimeter away.
Your eyes flutter open, sweeping past the smell scar against his face to his red ones sweet with honey. “Of course I know, loser.”
In a second you’re flown to your back, Katsuki hovering over you playfully as you laugh in surprise.
Those people just wouldn’t get it.
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linalieana · 21 days
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men that will definitely give you the best aftercare, when i say best it is BEST, they will be giving you the most comfiest, and sleepiest cuddle, prepare you ur preferred bath, and will make you your favourite food <3 he might be cruel n most nastiest in bed, but he's not that same man when it comes of taking care of you. ^.^
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animeficsworld · 1 year
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Coffee Shop
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Bakugou Katsuki x Reader
Katsuki was a proud man. Being a pro hero had its advantages and disadvantages.
First, he was finally able to do what he wanted the most, catching bad guys. But as he grew stronger and more and more famous, so did his fanbase.
Crazy girls would follow him wherever he went, it got to a point where he had to hide from them, and this was one of those days. He was just out, doing shopping when someone recognized him.
And then, everything went downhill.
He ran out of the store and started running down the streets as they followed him. He dashed into a small shop. The bell chimed as he walked in, slamming the door shut behind himself.
"Welcome," he heard a woman say and Katsuki froze. He slowly looked at her.
Seeing a hero in your humble little bakery was definitely something new, but you didn't want to freak him out so you tried your best to act natural.
"How can I help you today, Sir?" you asked and just as you did a lot of girls, screaming, started to run down the street. Oh, he was hiding. "You could get out the back door. It leads to an alleyway if you'd like." you offered with a smile. But just as you were about to show him the back door, you heard the girls running along the back alley. "Maybe, just a few minutes."
He let out a sigh and scratched his neck.
"Can I have a coffee and something with chocolate please?" he said as he sat down at one of the tables. You immediately rushed to finish his order and bring it over to him.
It was a quiet day, besides him, no other customers.
And Katsuki took a note of that.
You were cleaning the tables when he spoke up.
"Hey, were are your customers?"
"Oh, I usually don't have many, but people from the nearby offices sometimes come during their lunch. I just opened this shop about two weeks ago, not many people know it's here just yet." Katsuki hummed as he continued to drink his coffee. "How do you like it? Is everything okay?"
"I like the coffee, and the cake," he turned to look at you, and this was the first time he looked at you and realised just how beautiful you were. "I really like the cake." he ended and it made you smile.
"Happy to hear that." you said before you went back to cleaning and sweeping.
When he was done, you took a look for him at the back.
"I think they are gone." you said as you turned to look at him. "Could you just... you know..." you made a motion with your hands. "Fly away using your quirk or something?"
"I didn't want to attract more attention."
Understandable.
"Okay, you should be good now. Thank you for coming to my shop." you said as you let him out and he turned and offered you a smile before he left.
You couldn't believe it, how handsome he was, from the stories you heard, he was a hot-headed person, but with you, in your shop, he was calm and collected.
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You never expected to see him again. Let alone a horde of heroes.
When they entered your humble little shop, wearing their super suits, you were stunned. But it was really good for the business, soon, your little shop was known as the place where heroes prefer to go, it was in the news.
Katsuki watched as you tried your best to serve everyone alone. Kamitani even made a comment on how he was staring, which he quickly shut down as you came over to his table to take their order.
Yes, soon, very soon, Katsuki would ask you out on a date, but for now, your chocolate chip cookies were enough.
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agendercrisisx · 6 months
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Shoto loves taking care of you, because he was never taken care of as a child. So he loves making sure you feel loved, to never pressure you and of course fuck you until you can't stand.
The man has stamina and he is not afraid to use it. He can go for hours, never taking a break. Cumming several times, but not caring because he just wants you to feel good. That's all he cares about. His angel, or demon. Depends on the context, you're an angel in the real world. But when its just you too, oh what a brat you can be.
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wxnheart · 9 months
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Kissing his lips, breaking those walls down.
You're such a tease, pulling away like that. You're such a fucking tease, making him snarl. It's feral. It's desperate. It's... god, he wants more.
Needs more.
Needs you to do it again, goddamnit. Needs you to kiss him and make it better. To make it all better.
Don't do this. Don't fucking do this to him, baby. Don't give this to him and take it all away.
You press your body flush against his and this time he keeps you there, not intent on letting you go. And you don't want him to.
You kiss his lips, breaking those walls down.
And he deepens it.
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keigos-wings · 1 year
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the idea of subby keigo rutting against your thigh as you play with his wings has me in SHAMBLES
listening to him whimper and whine and beg for you to fuck him as tears roll down his pretty little face bcs he’s so frustrated,, he’s such a good boy, why won’t you fuck him already :,(
“fuck- please- i need you so bad- ‘m a good boy i promise, please just fuck me-”
and how could you say no to your little birdie when he begs so pretty?
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shiggybrainr0t · 8 months
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dabi isn’t good at comforting people. aside from the fact that it was never really something he was given as a child up until now, he doesn’t have anyone he cares about enough to actually try. until you.
you’ve only been “dating” for a few months, and he’d rather die than admit it, but you’ve dug yourself a comfy little spot in his heart already. it’s the way you look at him, with understanding eyes. and the way you touch him with your soft fingertips-whether it be across his scars after you two have fucked or swiping a speck of dust off his coat.
dabi isn’t good at comforting people, so whenever you come home after work one day and your jaw is clenched and your hands are shaking, he’s at a loss. you don’t even look his way at where’s he’s sitting on your couch eating your snacks. you kick your shoes off and they land messily next to his (which he always lines up neatly because he thinks its a cute sight, his boots next to your smaller ones, like you live together or something).
whenever you stalk past him into the kitchen, he gets up for some unknown reason because he definitely wouldn’t have followed anyone else when they were this visibly upset. you’re standing in front of the coffee maker, jabbing at it aggressively whenever it doesn’t turn on. brows furrowed, he slowly comes up behind you and settles a hand on your waist.
“it’s not plugged in doll.”
“well why isn’t it?!”
you spin around at this, and dabi is horrified to see tears slipping down your cheeks. he’s never seen you cry before, and to see you reduced to tears is jarring.
he’s unsure, but he raises his hands to cup your face, using his thumbs to swipe away the tear tracks marring your pretty face. (because, he’s noticing, you’re still pretty even when you’re crying)
“want me to beat up the coffee machine for you?”
he’s relieved to hear you let out a wet chuckle, pushing your face harder against his hand.
“go change doll, and we can cuddle while you tell me about it.”
dabi isn’t good at comforting people, but he thinks it’s not so bad when it’s for you.
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gamzeelol · 8 months
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BRO HEAR ME OUT
imagine making out with dabi. the palms of his hands are rough against your cheek whilst the other is busy squeezing, gripping and (most likely) bruising your thigh.
and he genuinely can’t get enough.
the sounds you make when you’re out of breathe, hands tugging at his hair for a break yet he only smirks against your lips.
“too much, doll?” his chest rumbles lowly as he chuckles at your lack of response, at your puffed out features. “god, i can’t get enough of you.”
and he LITERALLY COULDNT BUT IM NOT DONE. IMAGINE THIS.
dabi pulls away first this time, causing a shrill of anxiety to tendril through your stomach.
did he not like the little thing you just did where you tugged at his bottom lip?
“you’re gonna fucking kill me,” he mumbles, not shortly after pulling away. His words didn’t reach your ears quick enough to respond, you were too curious as to what dabi’s next moves were to be.
what you didn’t expect was for him to reach to the expanse of his clothed chest and run a palm beneath the fabric, confusing you deeply.
the movement of his fingers under the shirt made you shuffle closer in attempt to understanding as to why he was fiddling with the skin under his clothing.
an accomplished expression painted dabi’s face before he had extracted his hand, two steel staples pinched between his fingers — this enormed you.
“dabi?” your tone was damn near terrified, it made the villain laugh.
“don’t worry, pretty girl.” his fingers made quick work on the steel, bending it with ease.
confused, yet still hazy from your previous lack of breathe, your eyes widened at the hand raised before your face.
two steel staples bent into two makeshift hoops.
“i really did mean it when i said i couldn’t get enough of you,” the lack of pet names spoke his sincerity.
“marry me?” he smiles.
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