#touya todoroki x gn!reader

[emmyrosee]

Dabi is better as a memory.

He told you from the beginning to never fall in love with him, it was dangerous and too risky for you to do. He’s loved very seldom times in his life, love was a sham and nothing he was willing to provide for anyone, lust being the quick and easy patch for affection he’d occasionally need.

You were broken when he’d found you. He liked it like that. You were quick and snappy and rude to him, but it drove him more and more wild each time you’d bite. He’s a creep, he liked the way you sent him glares and eye rolls at his flirts.

He liked the way you’d finally caved, the way you’d given him plenty of fight rather than submit to his deviously dominant ways, making him work at every little demand you had to keep you satisfied.

But then you fucking did it.

You fell in love with him.

It was a slow slide, he knew it from the subtle ways you’d act from the nonchalance of first meeting; your arms clinging to him a bit more when he tries to leave, setting up an extra plate in case he came in for dinner- he might’ve done it all of twice, but you accidentally let him know you did it all the time.

Then it became him wanting you, craving you, desperate for the way your fingers weave his hair and grip at the root when he’s got you in euphoria. Eager to curl behind you under warm sheets. Rub your sore back and dodging a swift smack when his hands may wander.

But the he moment you’d let him in, take him and his ugly love in every crevasse of your soul, he knew he was in too deep. Dabi knew that emotionally, there was barely room for himself in his rotten heart.

He’s not so criminal to take and corrupt yours.

You’re good. You’re too good. You’re so good it hurts him, so good he can’t stand coming over some nights, so good that you could have any person with a pulse who you wanted, yet you chose for the absolute ugliest the world had to offer.

He can’t do that to you. He feels the way you try to cling to him for warmth when he first comes in. He knows you hate saying no to your friends invitations to hang out when he’s over- they never liked him, but to be honest, he wouldn’t spit on any of them if they were on fire, either- but it always meant you were missing out. The way you patch up his wounds and scars at ungodly hours of the night, it’s not worth it.  He sees the way you look at him after a fight, eyes swelling with tears he had no right to conjure onto you, and the way you creep towards him in a desperate plea for forgiveness you never had to beg for- even if he made you.

For a man with nothing to lose, except for you.

You’ve had enough of his lonely love, even if you don’t know it yet.

Even if it’s the hardest thing Todoroki Touya is going to do, he needs to leave you as heartless and loveless as Dabi could.

He needs to leave you. Shatter your heart into tiny pieces where you hate the mere reminder of him, where someone new can take the patience you deserve to puzzle the shards back together.

It has to hurt you. Nothing less than the worst to make you hate him more than he hates himself. 

The light from your alarm clock is dark, but he can just barely make out the red lights of 03:24; a little later than he wanted, but you were so warm, so comfortable he didn’t want to wake you up.

You toss an arm over his torso, and he cringes because he knows it’s the last damn time. Your cheek nuzzles into the scarred skin of his chest, and even if he knows he shouldn’t, slender fingers gently stroke the warm skin of your shoulder. 

You’re so fucking perfect when you sleep, your mind and body restoring the heartbreaks of the day.

He sniffs the air for courage. He blinks up at the ceiling he’s already killed countless spiders off of, the dark remains dried on the plaster. Your blankets never felt heavier, weighing him down and drowning him like rocks tied to his ankles.

All the while, next to him, you grunt in your sleep, resting easy.

He looks at the clock, brows furrowing in frustration as he’s already spent three minutes doing nothing.

Fuck. It’s time.

Before he changes his mind like a fool.

His head pounds as he takes the agonizingly slow sit up, the darkness of your room just barely mapping out a path he can take to sneak out the fastest. His arm slips out from under your head, and he lets out a tight breath when you roll onto your stomach.

With a soft sigh of relief and a nuzzle of your hair, he pulls the blankets higher on your shoulder so you keep warm, his rough hands smoothing down your back to soothe you into an impossibly deeper sleep. You smell sweet, you always do. Dabi prays to whatever entity to at least allow him to keep the memory of your addictive aroma in his mind.

He balls his hands into fists and stands up with haste, grabbing his jacket and trying his hardest to tiptoe silently out of the bedroom.

A floorboard creaks. The gods clearly don’t want this to be an easy task.

“Touya?” You whimper, and he winces at the familiar name that passes your sleepy lips.

“Yeah, baby?”

“Whe’ ya goin’?” You ask, voice still drunk with sleep and warm against the cold air, and he furrows his brows and snarls internally at the knowledge that you know he’s leaving for somewhere.

He wanted this to be a simple band-aid rip, a quick flurry of anger and tears, before succumbing to your scorn for his mere soul.

“Goin’ to piss,” he lies, shuffling back over to the bed to plant a kiss to your temple. “Go back to sleep.” He hears you hum happily, and you curl deeper into the pillows. He grits his teeth, fingernails biting into his palms as he lets out the quietest and most genuine “I love you,” he can muster. It’s not something he says often, but he may as well say it before he leaves your life for good.

“I love you, too,” you murmur back. You don’t ask or tease him about the random confession, nor do you seem to question it, and he decides to use that to his advantage. He takes one more long, selfish inhale of your addicting scent before working up the courage to push up and off the bed, long fingers scooping his coat once again before tiptoeing down the hallway.

Trembling fingers find the small amount of stationary next to your fridge, and he scribes a small little note so you can have the smallest bit of closure. He hates doing this at all, but it’s for the best.

Keys in the mailbox. Didn’t want someone comin in to steal you.

Im sorry. But you’ll be happier.

TT.

He tries not to imagine the way you’ll crumple to the floor and cry. He tries not to imagine the way you’ll spend days pleading, asking yourself what you did wrong when he knows it’s all his fucking fault. He doesn’t want to think of how you’ll now put every guy who wants you against him; he knows you’ll always put him on the highest tier.

He’s done so much already.

His shoes lay long discarded by the door, and he gnaws at his lip when he toes them on. He heart aches for you, the life you could’ve had, and he can only pray to whatever will listen that you can go back on the path you were supposed to take before he crashed into your life.

Until then?

He hopes you can despise him for doing this to you half as much as he does, himself.

He toes on his shoes. Takes one more longing look up the stairs. He shrugs on his coat and takes the spare key to lock up. 

He walks down the driveway that you’ve run down to greet him so many times. He places the key in the mailbox he helped fix when little rat-ass kids hit it on their bikes. He takes another look up into the window the peers into your room where in a few hours, you’re going to sob and shake and plead and scream and ask the air why he’s gone and if he ever even cared, where you’re going to call him the most obscene names and taint every single memory you share with your heartbreak.

He soaks it in.

And then he walks down the street.

And he doesn’t look back to see the light in your room suddenly flick on.

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@reverie-starlight IM NOT SAYING I RLLY WANT YOU TO READ THIS FOR ME BUT-

[frickingnerd]

dabi with a s/o who has a healing quirk

pairing: touya todoroki / dabi x gn!reader

tags: hurt/comfort, painful quirk / quirk with drawbacks, reader is a league of villains member, protective dabi

you met dabi when you joined the league of villains

you were responsible for patching up the villains after their assaults against the heroes

at first, dabi didn't think much of you

but the two of you started to chat with each other a little each time you were healing him

he realized that you were too nice to be a villain and yet you had decided to stick with them

you could've joined any hero agency you wanted to with your quirk and yet you had landed here – with the villains!

he was intrigued by you and he couldn't help falling for you

dabi started to ask more questions about you, to learn more about your past, trying to understand you better

and it was during all of that that he discovered something about your quirk. something you had been hiding from him and the league of villains

your quirk had always seemed a bit too perfect in his eyes. you could heal any wound and it would barely even leave a scar

but there had been a drawback to your quirk. one that you had been keeping a secret from everyone

whenever you were healing someone, you could feel their pain

all those times when he came back half dead and let you heal his wounds, you could feel his pain as well…

as soon as he realized it, dabi started to feel horrible about it

he had put you through so much pain, without even realizing it! you were suffering all those months with him…

and you were healing the other members as well!

he couldn't even imagine how painful it must've been to be burdened with everyone's pain each day

now that dabi knew about the drawbacks of your quirk, he tried to avoid letting you use it

and he started to scold anyone who depended on your quirk too much

dabi would much rather prefer to watch his comrades suffer than you…

[agendercrisisx]

Dabi who is scared of physical contact, because of everything that has happened with his family. But almost instantly opening up to you. Because behind the cold facade, he is a touch starved, clingy boyfriend.

He takes every opportunity to touch you, just lightly grazing your hand with his own, when you're in meetings. Holding onto your thigh while you're driving. Hugging you from behind, when you cook. Kissing your cheeks and the top of your head, every chance he gets. Loving to cuddle and actually falling asleep in your arms. He has never done that before, no one ever made him feel safe enough.

But his touched starved-ness quickly turned from innocent and nice, to depraved and feral. He smacked your ass every time you bent over, sneaking a hand between your legs, even if you were in the room with others. Fucking you against every available surface, because he can't fucking get enough of you.

You opened pandoras box in him, and it'll never shut again.

[demovamp]

gn reader !! sub dabi , breeding kink , overstim , cockwarming

dabi, who gets all whiny and possessive when you ride him. desperately grabbing at your body as he tried fucking up into you.

dabi, who whimpers and whines every time you clench around him.

dabi, who gets so lost in the way you feel that he's just talking about everything he wants to do with you.

"please... let me cum inside. i'll take good care of you." he pulls you against his chest and buries his face in your neck, inhaling your scent. "i want you to have my baby. please... i want – i need to."

dabi, who keeps begging and begging. he doesn't care if his voice gets hoarse.

dabi, who ends up cumming to early, pushing his hips against your body so it'll stay inside.

dabi, whose legs are trembling as he tries to hold you up. his hands are gripping at your skin tightly.

dabi, who eventually lets his body relax and leans his head back, closing his eyes.

you start moving your hips slowly, earning a small jolt from the villain. he opens his eyes and looks at you, surprised. "what?" you coo, touching his face, "you want a baby, right? we have to make sure it works. one time isn't enough, pretty."

dabi, who ends up cumming inside god knows how many times (4 or 5).

dabi, who ends up crying from the pleasure.

dabi, who holds you to his chest and lets you fall asleep with his dick inside you.

[cryoutloxd]

A little Gift ,,

Giving a gift to Touya because it's his birthday :3 cw: mdni, Oral (m receiving), gn reader. reader is hinted to be a virgin. smoking. sub/dom dynamics? slight degradation: dabi calls reader a slut so yeah. nsfw under the cut!! lower case intended. sorry for typos, not proofread ;(

birthdays... it wasn't really something he believed in, or well.. wanted to be celebrated. at least for himself, he knows you like these little moments of happiness that some celebrations and holidays bring. but him personally? nah, before you he hardly memorized the dates.

but he's goddamn happy that you're here to celebrate his birthday with him.

—

"oh fuck.. you knew how to do this stuff?" his voice is raspy, more than usual as he blows smoke into the air. his eyes are closed and his head's thrown back from the amount of pleasure your mouth is bringing him. your lips are wrapped around his cock so deliciously that he's starting to wonder if you practiced with that dildo he bought for you.

while you can only hum around his thickness, you bat your eyelashes, then closing your eyes and taking his cock in as deep as you could. "s-shiiittt..~ good doll, doing so good.. trained you well, huh?" he chuckles, wrapping his fingers around the roots of your hair, pulling on it to make you choke on his dick. the noises you're making is just sooo amusing to him, he never knew you were capable of such things. "look at you, choking on my dick like a little slut.. ahh fffu-uck..~ just like that."

seeing your face ruined with your own spit and tears makes him lose his mind, wanting nothing more than to bend you over in bed and take you until both your bodies were sore and pained.

his grip on your hair tightens, his thighs shaking slightly as his other hand covers your cheeks, taking your face in his hand like a fleshlight and fucking into your throat as if his life depends on it. he groans, a deep one at that as he throws his head back again, holding you still as his cum shoots down your throat without a warning. "oh fuck! take it.. take it all ahh fffuck..!"

he pants, yanking you back by your hair and staring at your fucked up face. he laughs, stroking your cheeks as a mixture of his cum and your spit dribbles down from the corner of your lips. "shit.. that was hot." he smiles as you congratulate him for his birthday one more time, pulling you up to kiss your forehead. "a happy birthday indeed... thanks doll"

"now, face down, ass up.. i wanna see what else you can do."

thanks for reading <3 likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated!

[luvindrr]

Touya makes you breakfast in bed

touya todoroki x reader | fluff | 339 words cw: reader is called "doll"

Touya opens the door to your bedroom holding a bowl and spoon in his hands. He’s careful with his footsteps and tries not to make the door squeak- unsuccessfully- as he patters over to you in bed.

“G’morning, doll.”

You turn over in the sheets, eyes still closed but groaning in response. Touya places the bowl onto the side table and caresses your face with infinite tenderness, brushing over your cheek where an eyelash has fallen. Your eyes flutter open as he kisses your forehead, and he can’t help the stupid grin that spreads when he meets your eyes, when he realizes he’s the first thing you see in the morning.

“I made breakfast.”

Hardly- a scoop of rice with a side of eggs and vegetables. He never learned how to cook so it’s slightly charred- a fact he’s nervously aware of. He’s soothed when you take slow bites anyway and takes your approval as an invitation to snuggle into your lap, eyes closed. It’s deserved, he thinks, after all the hard work he’s put into being a good boyfriend. At your tap to his lips, he obediently opens, a ball of rice falling onto his tongue. It’s sour. What did he do to make it sour?

At your giggle, he opens his eyes and sees you holding up a slice of rolled omelette, cut and shaped into a little heart.

“My mum used to do it for me.”

And it’s so stupid, he thinks, so stupid that somehow you can make him so soft, so giggly, so willing to do stupid things like kiss you awake and talk about his mum and cut your eggs into little hearts. It’s so stupid that you can make him bend like that, but it’s stupider that it’s so easy when it’s you.

“What am I supposed to do with this?” you ask, holding up a whole, uncooked asparagus.

In signature Touya suaveness, “I can chew it up and regurgitate it for you.”

“Gross, Touya.”

“Penguins do it all the time.”

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[blurbios]

Being Dabi's Doting S/O

warnings: food mention

other: gn! reader, fluff

part 2 of League of Villains' Doting S/O

Dabi wasn’t used to someone caring about him, like at all. He had grown so comfortable being alone and even with his new found companion group of the league, he continued to build up his walls. When he met you he knew he wanted you close, but he didn’t quite know how to get you there. Luckily enough, you grew fond of him fast, despite his attitude. He had always seen you asking whichever member it was how their missions went and if they needed anything from you, he hated how you never did it for him. You always wanted to, you wanted to rush to the door when he came home, but you figured Dabi would just poke fun, like he always did. He was emotionally lacking, so whenever he felt his mask slipping he opted to default with rude comments. You knew deep down he didn’t mean any of it, but it still stung sometimes and it definitely made you hesitate whenever you were around him.

However, you finally grew tired of the awkwardness and decided to do something about it. He was in his room, you hadn’t seen him leave it since he returned the night before, surely he was hungry, thirsty, something. You went into the kitchen to see what leftovers there had been from the lunch Kurogiri had cooked for the gang and made a plate for him. You made sure to grab a bottle of water too and began making your way to his room. When you got to his door you realized your hands were full, “Dabi?” You said, leaning towards the door. There was a long pause before you heard some movement on the other side. Another moment passed, it felt like a lifetime, you grew nervous and your stomach dropped. What if you woke him up? What if you’re just bothering him? The door opened, he didn’t look like someone who had a full night’s rest, he looked drained. You felt his eyes on you, so you lifted the plate and drink up slightly, hoping to shift his focus.

 “You trying to poison me or something?” 

You shook your head, “I haven’t seen you leave your room, I figured you’d be hungry. I mean you need to eat something, your body needs it—“ 

Your ramblings were cut short by a deep chuckle. “You’re keeping tabs on me now, huh?” 

You fought back a smile, “Please, just take care of yourself Dabi.” He grabbed the bottle and tossed it on his bed. As he grabbed the plate with one hand, he ruffled your hair with the other. 

“Why take care of myself when I know you’d do such a good job?” he teased. You’ve never seen him like this, yes he was still poking fun, but he was relaxed, the air wasn’t filled with tension. He’s only ever flicked your forehead in the past, so this was new. The interaction warmed both your hearts, and marked a new era for Dabi, one where he let you in and never let you go. Needless to say, you began to ask him how his missions went whenever he got back, you made sure he ate, and most of all, you made sure he knew that someone cared about him.

a/n: i was unsure how to write dabi because i feel like everyone has a specific version of him in mind, but i hope my version doesn't butcher him too much

[deartouya]

HANDS SO TENDER — DABI

✶ summary: domestic fluff; bath fic + sick fic. dabi's never been good at accepting help, but when it comes to you he's getting better at it.

✶ pairing: touya todoroki x gn!reader

✶ word count: 1,020

✶ warnings: domestic fluff >:), non-sexual nudity, mentions of eating/food, mentions of non-specified sickness/medicine. this spawned because. i wanna wash touya's hair and burrito wrap him like a cat. he deserves it. 🔫 love him >:( tagging: @atsumeii ; @tobiodose

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“Think you’re getting sick.” Touya groans, his head lolling back against the couch cushions as you settle next to him. He can feel your fingers on his skin, skating through his bangs as you smooth them away. “You feel warm—warmer than usual,” the words are soft, concerned, spoken against his forehead. It makes him feel warm. Having someone be concerned for him. For someone to worry and care.

He huffs, “don’ get sick.”

Despite his petulance, Touya lets you poke and prod him, shedding his jacket and draping a cool cloth around his neck. Lets you smooth his hair back again and press your lips back against the feverish skin. Watches you with heavy-lidded eyes as you look him over, brows creased.

“Have you eaten anything?”

The thought makes his stomach churn, “no.” He feels guilty when you sigh, thinks that maybe he should have tried to eat something—toast or crackers—before you got home and found him curled up pitifully on your couch. 

Your fingers tangle with his own, pressing a chaste kiss to the skin of his palm as you think, “I’ll make you some toast—maybe check if I have any saltines in the pantry still.” The guilt ebbs away when you smile at him, all soft and adoring. 

“What about a bath? Get ‘ya out of these clothes.” He doesn’t answer, lolling himself towards you and tucking his face into the crook of your neck, “please, baby? Then I’ll let you hole up in the bedroom watching horror movies and The Princess Bride for as long as you want.” Touya scoffs when you raise a hand, “scout’s honour.”

He huffs a laugh against you, scrubbing his face into your neck. You won’t, you’ll hover over him and hand feed him soup and awful-tasting medicine until he’s better and he can’t help but want it. A selfish little desire curling in his stomach, to soak up all your affection and worry.

“Shouldn’t have let you find out about that,” he nips at the skin of your jaw and you know you’ve won, letting your fingers tuck sweat-curled hair behind his ear. “Usin’ ‘em just so I cave—mean.”

“Not my fault you like it so much, pretty boy.”

Touya stands slowly, braced stubbornly against the couch to fight the dizziness before you—equally stubbornly—duck beneath his arm. He caves immediately, body slumping against yours even as he pouts, “I can walk, y’know.”

“I know you can,” you placate.

The bath’s warm, sweet and smelling of sandalwood, steam curling around his shoulders and bubbly water lapping at his collar. He’s easy to maneuver, following the soft warmth of your palms and eyes weighing heavy as you scrub at the flush of his chest. “Good?”

“S’good.” Touya’s quiet as he watches you, chin thunking against the rim of the tub as his whole body goes slack in your hold.

The shampoo—which smells overwhelming like you—is cool against his scalp and he can feel his eyes slipping shut under the repetition, soft strands coiled around your fingers and slicked back from his eyes. Soft contented hums as you comb through his hair, leaning into your touch and soaking up the affection.

He lets you tilt his chin when it’s time to rinse, one hand shielding his eyes from soapy water and the other tipping a cup of water over him. It’s something he brought home one day—a knockoff Jaws shark, clunky and impossible to drink from but you still kept it. Let it hold your—and his—toothbrush and take up space.

You do that with all his things, let him take up space. You’ve carved out so much room for him in your life, to let him be. Half your movie shelf was picked by him and you buy all the muted fruits he loves and let him have claim over half the bed despite him barely getting to sleep in it.

Touya feels you lean in, forehead knocking against his own softly and palms cupping his jaw, “I’m done.” You smile when hazy blue eyes meet yours, letting him nudge himself closer until he can kiss you. It’s simple, gentle and soft, but he feels himself shiver. He feels warm and safe, taken care of.

He lets you dress him too, bundling him in a fluffy towel and oversized sweats.

“Sit, gonna dry your hair so you don’t soak through my pillows.” Despite the warning he still glares at you when you ruffle a towel over him, nipping at the skin of your wrist, before settling into the bed. It’s nice—even though he’d rather die than say it—to be looked after, preened and soothed. 

It’s only after you have him bundled up on his side of the bed that his eyes open again, face cocooned by blankets and eyes dropping with sleep, “gonna let me hole up and binge watch now?”

“As you wish.”

You grin when he huffs, the corners of his mouth downturning to avoid his smile, “you’re a nerd.”

He’s already fighting sleep, head lulling minutely as he tries to keep himself awake. “You’re one to talk—now, scooch.” You don’t get in though, guiding him back into the pillows and tucking the blankets back under his chin. Then, seemingly pleased, you worm your way under him.

It’s quiet for a moment, nothing but the soft sound of waves and your breath—but he’s still awake. Stubbornly staring at your profile in hopes you’ll read his mind. You do. “Hey,” your fingers pause in his hair, tapping softly against the base of his skull. He hums against your sternum, making a show of cracking one, recently closed, eye to stare at you. “Kiss?”

“Needy,” he nips, propping himself up on an elbow, “now who’s gonna get sick?”

“Please, baby?”

He huffs again, eyes half-lidded and full of put-on annoyance, “really shouldn’t have let you know how much I like those. Nothing good ever comes from it,” he leans up anyways, capturing your lips in a soft kiss. And he lets you keep his cheeks trapped between your palms as he pulls away, kissing the tip of his nose and forehead.

“You know you love it.”

[yandere-kokeshi]

hey! if you'd like, could you please write headcanons or scenarios (whichever you'd like) for yandere Dabi, Shigaraki and Hawks with a s/o that is usually calm and timid, but as the guys are about to meet up for a date with them, they see their darling flip off some stranger who's trying to him on them? something rude like "I'm already waiting for my lover, are you deaf or something?" thank you in advance! 🎀

Yandere Dabi, Shigaraki, and Hawks reacting to their calm darling getting hit on.

Warnings: cursing, slight violence, threats, and dabi and Shigaraki being themselves.

A/N: This was extremely fun to do. Hope you enjoy this, sorry this is posted late anon.

Also, I was unsure if you wanted to be called 🎀 anon? Please send an ask if so!

Dabi:

Rarely does Dabi allow you to go out or on dates, due to his face, villain mission, and his fear that someone may recognize you; peeling you away from him.

But, this was your anniversary!! So with you bugging him, he finally nudged you to take you out on a carnival date!

Though, he had sent you a text about how he'd be a few minutes late, meaning you could find somewhere to sit and eat. However, some guy decided to approach you.

His anger bubbled — not only did he see that the guy was being persistent, but you kept strong: telling him 'no and fuck off!'.

— "Why don't you fuck off? It would be a shame if your face was shown the the news, burned to a crisp."

The man's face wasn't forgettable. It generally made Dabi chuckle.

He makes sure you are alright, before letting you drag him to places; riding the rides, get snacks, and drinking soda all night.

Though, during this time, he's more persistent on being near you. His grip around your waist is harsher, him following right behind you while making you hold his hand while walking.

A few hours past, the Carnival closing, he makes sure to take you to the convenience store for more drinks and snacks; before going back home.

Though, he makes sure to ask Toga a favor, something he couldn't finish.

Tomura Shigaraki:

Both of you discussed that since you've been good, he decided to take you to an arcade.

However, while in the middle of being upset on how he lost to you to Mortal Kombat, he'd decide to take a bathroom break; leaving you alone for a couple of minutes.

But, when he came back, he saw you push a man against the wall; his greasy hair being swayed around like a doll.

— "Who do you think you are? Why don't I just shed your skin and watch you disappear like a little shit?"

The fear on the man's face made him smile; practically wanting him to disappear from existence due to his annoyance.

In a rare moment, Shigaraki turns to you and asks if your okay. Though, he immediately tells you that the two of you need to leave cause of the yelling.

However, he does make it up by buying you a bunch of chocolate, sodas, and letting you play on his consoles for a few hours without him but watching you.

Don't worry, the guy comes up to the news as missing; a sly smile coming across Shigaraki's face as the screen flashes against your face.

Hawks / Keigo Takami:

Keigo loves to show you off, practically making you glued to his side as the two of you go to a rich restaurant for you helping him out on a certain season.

But, during the reservation and him flirting, he noticed Endeavor; making him say "Be right back, birdie!" And swoop off.

Though, the minute he returns, he's immediately alarmed by your yelling. Turning around, he saw a man getting in your face, yelling back at you.

— "Y'know, it's not nice to get in someone face. Why don't you go fuck off and mind your damn business."

The shocked face on the guy's face was priceless — although, at the time, Keigo didn't find it funny. Rather his eyes thinning, his fists tightening.

Though, watching him leave with a tail between his legs, he let out a sigh before checking on you, making you swirl to make sure he didn't touch you.

Keigo makes sure the rest if the night goes well, getting a secluded area just for the both of you while you enjoy your beverages and dinner.

After leaving, he makes sure to get ice cream for the both of you.

Though, he may or may not suggest that you getting angry was hot: "You should be madder around me, hun. Might start doing things to piss you off!"

—

[touyafootfetish]

Runaway Drabble

touya todoroki x reader

summary: after waking up in a strange facility, touya will try anything he can to get back home

warnings: none

no use of y/n - gn!reader

"I have to go back! Please, I need to go home!"

That boy had been asleep since you came to this place. But after three years, he finally woke up. You had heard from the doctors that his name was Touya, but that’s all you knew. Since he got out of bed, he’d been begging the doctors and Sensei to let him go home. Of course, they wouldn’t let him. This place was his home now, just like it was yours.

That boy continued to sulk all day, even after Sensei had left when it was time for bed.

Like you, Touya wasn’t in bed tonight. He was perched on a windowsill, peering out the large window. You could see a distinct seriousness on his face through the reflection. He must really want to leave with a look like that. When you saw him earlier, you didn’t talk to him. No one did since he looked so upset.

You pulled your jacket tight around your body as you made your way over. The stupid thermostat never worked, so it was always cold. You don’t say anything when you climb onto the windowsill with the boy. Touya seems to notice you, but he doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t even look at you. You notice staples on either side of his face. He had a ton of burn scars, too.

Were they from his quirk?

“What happened to you, Mr. Sleepy Head?” you ask, sitting with your legs crossed. You’re trying to be quiet since you’d get in trouble if Sensei saw you guys out of bed. He might bring you back to the Dark Room. You hated that room. You’ve been on your best behavior since the last time Sensei took you there.

Since Touya was going on about how he wanted to run away all day, you figured you would warn him about the crazy things that happened here.

“Who cares? It’s not like I’m staying in this place forever,” Touya grumbled. He wrapped his arms tighter around his legs. He was curled up so tight that he looked tiny. Then again, Sensei mentioned Touya was smaller than most boys his age. “I’m going home.”

There he goes again.

Doesn’t he realize that he can’t leave? None of the kids here were allowed to leave, even if they had family waiting for them at home. If they had strong quirks, the man in the Dark Room took them away and brought them here.

Sure, Touya was here before you. Except, he was asleep the whole time. He didn’t know these people like you did. He didn’t know this place like you did.

“You— all of you. You’re all stupid for staying here.” Touya says. “If you all have such great powers, why don’t you fight and run away?” he asked. He didn’t wait for an answer. He turned to you, holding out his hand. A bright blue flame appeared in the palm of his hand.

Your eyes widened as the hot flame warmed the air around you. You hadn’t seen anything like it before, and you were mesmerized. You’ve never seen a fire quirk with blue flames.

“Wow, you’re incredible, Touya!” you quietly exclaim. “Did you get training before they brought you here? Your flame is so strong,” Touya grinned and nodded before his flame disappeared. Before he came here, he was probably still in junior high. Too young to be in any kind of hero course. “Who trained you?”

“Hm, my dad taught me. He’s the pro hero Endeavor.” Touya shifted so he sat criss-crossed like you.

He had this proud smirk on his face. His old man is the number two hero, after all. After a while, his expression became sad.

“I have to get home, you know? I still need him to train me. I’m going to be a powerful hero, just like him.”

“But how? You know Sensei won’t let you leave. Most of us have given up on getting away,” you sighed. You shut your eyes, leaning against the cold glass behind you. “And I like you, so I don’t want them to punish you for trying anything dumb,” you say.

“So what! Didn’t you see my flame just now? I’m probably the strongest one here, idiot!”

You open your eyes to glare at him. “Shush, Touya! Someone might hear you.” Touya rolled his eyes at your words. “You’re the idiot for thinking’s like that,” you tell him. “You’ll get yourself killed.”

“Nuh-uh! Come on, don’t you think it’s worth a shot? I bet we could escape this— this prison.” Touya says. He looks at you and starts jabbing your forehead with his finger.

“Hey. Let’s runaway from here. Just us, okay?”

WC: 789

[unhonest-iago]

Dabi with a sick reader???

Achoo

Dabi has a lot of experience dealing with sickness, between being the oldest Todoroki child and having a piss poor immune system. So when you get sick, he physically cringes. Hiding it with his usual sense of sarcasm, ‘What, did the little prince/princess wake up on the wrong side of the bed?’ Only realizing it’s the wrong course of action when you whine at him, looking down-right miserable. He doesn’t question it, seeing the mountains of tissues and open cough medicine on the nightstand. ‘What do you need?’ He asks, stomping over. Wiping your sweaty hair away from your face. Already making a mental list before hearing your answer. 

Walking through the aisles, knowing the league sure as hell doesn’t have the soup you requested. Or ice packs for the matter. ‘Soup and cuddles…just trying to get me sick.’ Not that he cares about his own well-being. Knicking a few gatorades while he’s at. If you were cognizant enough, he’d claim he paid for it with money.

Using a cutting board to carry it all to you. ‘Dabi, I can’t eat in bed!’ 

‘Do you have enough energy to get to the couch?’ He would absolutely carry you to the couch if you asked, but the question was more intended to make a point. ‘...’

‘Thought so, now let me take care of you.’ Cracking the ice pack so it’d activate, hoping it had enough time in the freezer to actually work its magic. Held in an oven mitt, he gently places it on your forehead. ‘Here comes the train.’ His deadpan delivery makes you laugh, quickly turning into a coughing fit. ‘Okay, no jokes, noted.’ Patting your back. ‘Thirsty?’ Seeing your nod, he lifts the bottle of gatorade to your mouth. Focused on not accidentally waterboarding you. 

Taking the board, he places it near the door. Dabi toes off his boots, his jacket already hanging off the desk chair nearby. Crawling under the covers, he lets you guide his warm hands to wherever they’re needed most. Dabi doesn’t mind being used as an electric blanket if it helps you get better sooner. ‘Sleep, love.’ Promising he’ll still be there when you wake up. 

[frickingnerd]

dating dabi / touya todoroki

pairing: dabi / touya todoroki x gn!reader

tags: fluff, protective dabi, established relationship

if you're dating dabi, it's going to stay a secret!

you absolutely can't tell your friends and family you are dating the dabi!

you know they'll try to talk some sense into you, to get you to leave the guy

after all, he's one of the most dangerous villains out there!

but they don't know touya the way you know him!

he would never hurt you!

quite the opposite, he's actually really protective of you and he doesn't even allow you to visit him when he's with the league

he wants to keep you away from his crimes and wants you to live a normal life

if he'll ever get caught, you'll be able to continue living a normal life without him

touya isn't the best when it comes to expressing his feelings for you, but he's trying so hard to be a good boyfriend for you

he hates all that cliche stuff like buying flowers and bringing you chocolate, but if you are into it, he'll do it anyways – but only for you!

it might be a bit of a surprise, but you are actually his first partner. he has never been with anyone before he met you

he knows even less about relationships than you do and it's kind of adorable–

in front of the league, he pretends like he gets any girl he wants and like he's been with countless people already, but only you know the truth about it all~

touya is a bit insecure about the fact that he doesn't have any dating experience, which shows in the form of jealousy

he's going to despise any boy that has ever shown interest in you, any ex boyfriends you had and so on

he won't out right say it, but he wishes he could've been the first guy you had ever fallen in love with

he wants to be your first for everything!

just like you were his first…

[moreandmoredior]

☆♡The infatuation of a Broken Heart☆♡

CW: Toxic relationships, angst, GN! reader, mentions of sex, crying

Fighting with Dabi is the last thing you ever want. It’s the last thing he wants, too. Screaming on your end, and attitude on his always leads to the both of you walking away hurt and tired, only to come back one last time for a good fuck. But it’s never the last time. No matter how much you swear you need to leave him, for you, for your health, for your career, you always end up back in his palm, kissing up his neck while you both stumble back into your room. Dabi never believed in love, he thought it was a weakness, a tragic and foolish way of death, especially in his line of work. But he can never find a reason to stay away, like his mind goes blank and he can’t think of anything else but being in your arms again, fucking you like no tomorrow,  promising he won’t walk away from you and leave you crying like he did last time.  But he always does, and so do you. You both say such hurtful things, and always leave a certain scar on each other's hearts, the type that makes you think it’s a little too deep of a wound to come back, but you always do.  I mean, as long as you get back in each other's bed, it’s not really over, right? -MILLI☆

[star-spirit-mayhem]

Dabi fucking swoons when he hears his S/O call him baby.

He's actually a little ashamed to admit it, not because he has a hard time telling them how he feels- on the contrary, he's completely devoted to his S/O and if they wanted him to shout from the rooftops just how much he's utterly infatuated with them he would. Dabi never thought he'd ever get to feel like that in the first place, convinced he'd spend his life bitter and angry before he finally managed to burn himself out ; probably literally. But that all falls away when his S/O calls him by any number of the cheesy little nicknames they've come up with for him. His S/O is the only one who's allowed to give him nicknames based on his features, in his opinion they can all be traced back to something awful, from his scars to his hair and eye color- nobody gets away with pointing them out like they define him. Except for his S/O, and only because he knows that they would never think of him like that, it took him awhile for him to come around to the idea but he knows they think of him as Dabi, as himself. He knows they know that doesn't even scratch the surface of who he is, because they've seen everything there is to see about him and they still love him- so they're the only person in the world allowed to call him patches or blue when they're curled up on his lap in the morning trying to steal all the warmth from his body like if they don't they're gonna freeze. Admittedly though, as much as he loves listing to them come up with creative personalized names for him, it's the mondaine ones that get him weak in the knees. It makes him feel normal, like he's never had to do or be anything but be loved and love back- like he's nothing but their 'Dear', nothing but their 'Darling', nothing but their 'Love' or 'Honey', like his only job in the world is to be his S/O's 'Sweetheart' and suddenly for the first time in his life he thinks he could spend the rest of it bringing them back their favorite drink from their favorite shop and seeing them smile as they squeak out a quick 'thank you baby'.

{ Back on my OOC! Dabi bullshit :) }

[celestialfantasiess]

Dabi x gn!reader s/o ( NSFW & SFW hc)

requests: open <3

‣SFW

‣Everyone says he will be toxic because he has never felt love but no this man will spoil you. He has seen in his father everything he never wanted to be so he makes sure to never treat you like that.

‣Will get your gifts that reminded him of you, to be fair it's probably stolen but it's the thought that counts.

‣Refuses to let you go on missions for the league of villains without him there because he is afraid he will lose you.

‣Whenever one of you gets hurt you always patch the other up, it has become a routine, after missions you always check for injury's on each other.

‣Will still get somewhat jealous whenever someone else flirts with you because deep down he believes he isn't good enough for you and once you see that you will leave him for someone better.

‣You help him whenever he gets his nightmares, he loves that you don't pry about what he dreams of but that you just reassure him that he isn't there anymore and that he is safe.

‣NSFW

‣Is willing to experiment but is scared to try anything that might hurt you because like I said before he doesn't ever want to become like his father.

‣This man is a switch no you will not convince me otherwise. As much as he like being top he also like being below you at your mercy.

‣Isn't against being tied up by you, in fact he quite likes it when he has no control over anything.

‣But like is said he likes being on top just as much, having you below him and whimper and cry out for him as he edges you. His name a mantra on your lips.

[dabis-loverboy]

Arrest Me, Doll

Warnings: nsfw, minors dni, sub/dom dynamic, dom Dabi, cop/criminal, quirkless reader, degradation, mean dom, slight dubcon, slight oral fixation, slight choking, slight temperature play, use of whore, use of lamb

Pairing: Dabi/Touya Todoroki x gn reader

He slammed you against the wall in the alley, fingers wrapped around your throat as those ice cold eyes peered down at your form. Your gaze meeting his confidently, almost rebellious in nature. Even as you felt the heat at your neck, you didn't waver. Although perhaps attempting to take down someone like Dabi put you in a situation where fear would've been the more appropriate reaction. No, you decided, I can't think like that. Dabi's quirk was terrifying, you knew that, yet the defiance lit your eyes up despite that fear. The fear you refused to let show, the fear you refused to act on. Dabi had known heroes who had less bravery in his presence than you.

"Well, well." Dabi hummed, tapping a finger against your carotid artery.

"Something you've never seen." You grunted, wrapping a hand around his wrist, "The heroes will be here soon, I'm sure of it."

"For a little rat of a detective? I doubt that. You're putting a lot of stock in their morals, doll." Dabi retorted with a sarcastic scoff.

Naturally, Dabi had heard about you. You were a lost little lamb of a cop, delusions of grandeur being what they had to be, he supposed. After all, you were quirkless and a cop. It told Dabi two main things. One: you had been beat down all your life, thus your lack of visible fear. Two: you likely had once dreamt of being a hero. Dabi knew few quirkless people actually went on to become cops, opting to give up and pursue other jobs. Yet you didn't. Dabi was impressed.

"Shut it." You growled.

Dabi smirked, leaning in close, "But I could also... Use a favor. I'll even let you go in return."

You stared up at the villain, brows furthered. You were confused, to be completely transparent, however after a simple pressing of his hips to yours, you knew. Your face flushed red, you wanted to choke out some insult but the truth was that Dabi was hot. Not just because of his Cremation quirk but rather his apperance. Dabi grinned, leaning in close.

"You whore." Dabi cooed, "I bet you're getting off on the fact that I could do anything, right? Fuck you to my heart's content, Officier, and you'd just lay there and take my cock down your whore throat."

You opened your mouth to defend yourself, only for Dabi to slip two fingers into it. Your tongue pressed against his slender fingers, "Thats right. Just like that, bitch, oh this is going to be fun. You, me, that slutty fucking tongue. Just seeing how you take my cum down your throat."