OH?!? MY GOD!?!?!

Listen. Listen. Listen

I deadass caught myself literally giggling and kicking my feet, I shit you not.

I embarrazzed myself in the privacy of my room.

This is the cutest fucking thing I've ever seen and is it too much to ask???? This is all I want dammit!!!! Lemme paint and let Dabi walk in and think I'm adorable!!!!!

i have another request :33333333333333333

How would Dabi or Hawks react to coming to their artist s/o room and seeing her face, hands and clothes covered in paint? :33

omg I love ur requestssss these are so cute 🙌

Hawks

Keigo wandered into your apartment as usual, some snacks in a crinkly plastic bag as he sauntered through the balcony door. He always entered like this- unannounced, with snacks, from the windows or the balcony, like a bird into its nest, because that’s what your place was to him. “hey babe I’m-“ he peeked into your bedroom, where you sat, cross legged on a big flat piece of cardboard, absolutely covered in paint. Hair, face, clothes, even the backs of your legs were smeared in colors where you’d lazily wiped it away. “Oh hey Keigo!” You grinned, waving a painted hand at him. He let out a snort, walking in and crossing his arms, a wide grin on his face. “You sure made a mess” he chuckled, sitting on the corner of your bed. You pouted a bit, hiding a small smile “I mean I put down cardboard,” you shrugged, gesturing to the large flat piece of cardboard beneath you.

It too was a total mess of blues, yellows, pinks, an array of colors that mixed and contrasted against the sad beige. He glanced down at the canvas in front of you. It was large, and it looked like you were making a landscape. It was pretty. Really pretty. Meow all the colors made sense, the way they blended and shaped the painting, providing their own shades and highlights to advance the setting you’d so meticulously crafted. he grinned, running a hand through your hair, little specks of paint dappling the ends of it. “It looks lovely. Have you eaten?” “Uhhhhh-“ “don’t tell me you skipped lunch too” he sighed at your silence as you closed your mouth, not wanting to dig yourself a bigger hole. He rolled his eyes, placing a kiss on your head. “Don’t worry, I brought snacks, and I can heat up some leftover pizza…you’d be so hopeless without me” he said the last part ever so dramatically, leading you to giggle and shake your head, flustered by how much you didn’t want to admit he might be right. He stood, walking back towards the door, still glancing back a few times to see the array of colors surrounding you, admiring how- of course you looked beautiful like this. He grinned, leaning back on the door frame “oh and babe?” He chirped, watching your bright eyes glance back at him. “It really does look nice… not as nice as its artist though” he winked dramatically once more before sweeping out, leaving you to shake your head and smile at his antics.

Dabi

It was an average day for Touya, doing his usual rounds with the league, looking for new recruits, burning said recruits alive because they annoyed him, and then walking home, and by home, he means to your place. He kicked off his boots once he was inside, knowing you wouldn’t be too appreciative of him tracking dirt in. “Hey doll where’re ya at” he said with a stretch, finally relaxing within the confines of your flat. “I’m in the living room!” He sighed, smiling to himself as he heard your soft voice from the other room. He turned the corner, and-

“Did you get jumped by crayons or somethin”

you snorted at his comment, turning to look at him. His brow was furrowed, and he scoffed at the sight of your face. Mainly because nearly every inch of you was smeared in paint. “No, I’m painting” you replied, turning back to your project. he scoffed once more, coming closer to peer over your shoulder. The painting was focused on a cherry blossom tree, the bright pinks and faint reds shading them contrasting the light blue of the pond behind it. “Nice.” He said gruffly, plopping down comfortably next to you. “Don’t know why it required you to be so…messy, though” he eyed you up and down, smirking, his amused expression outweighing his snarky remarks- it was clear he found this to be absolutely adorable.

“I didn’t mean to… it kinda just happens, you know?” You shrugged, giggling softly as you glanced back at your artwork. He eyed you for a moment, his smirk widening into a smile. “So this happens often then?” He teased, gently nudging your shoulder. “You mean if I get here early enough I’ll get to catch you being messy? i mean, I have to leave my boots at the door, but you can practically eat paint and it’s fine?” He laughed, kissing your painted cheek with a Cheshire Cat grin. You rolled your eyes, gesturing towards the cardboard beneath you. “I laid down cardboard” you offered, and he scoffed once more, grinning impossibly wider. “Doesn’t seem like it helped. You’re really something, you know that? Don’t worry, it‘s why I love ya so much… I’ll go make some tea, cos it looks like you won’t be done for a while” he dragged out his last word, ruffling your already messy hair as he stood, looking down at you and your little project. He couldn’t help but find your current circumstances to be adorable, but he’d much rather tease you than admit that to your face. Much more fun that way.

Onggg @yippe3allthedamnnamesrtaken you have the best requests EVER 🙏😭🫶

also I’m fully aware that at some point now autocorrected to meow, but I honestly found it to fun to fix it hehe

That last one especially has me panting like a damn dog oh my fuck

I come bearing gifts

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Warm Embrace

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[NSFW] ‼ 18+ >MDNI<

Summary: The winter is cold and your boyfriend is very warm

Pairing: Dabi/Fem Reader

Content Warning: Smut, Fluff, Love making basically

Word Count: 1.6k

Disclaimer: Character belongs to Kohei Horikoshi

A/N: This is the 10th part of 12 fics for a 12 Days of Christmas event. Enjoy and Happy Holidays!

Prompt: Huddling for warmth

My Masterlist

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Winter is in full swing, with snowfall and icy air and you're so, so cold.

The power is out, your heater is busted, the backup generator is too, and you're struggling to light the fireplace with no success.

You've lit candles around the room for light, including a cinnamon scented one, casting a gentle glow and sweet cinnamon scent throughout the room, and gathered all the blankets you can find, trying to get some semblance of warmth, and it's just not enough.

At least you have a walking furnace for a boyfriend to come to your rescue.

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You

my love, I am dying😔🥀

the power's out, my heater's busted and the fireplace isn't cooperating ☹

it's freezing outside and it is now becoming an inside problem🤩

plz come share your warmth 🙏💕

Bacon Bits💙

I knew you only wanted me bc I'm hot🙄

I'll be there 👍

You

my hero! 😻🙌💋

the door's unlocked 😽

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You can't help but giggle at the irony every time you call him, a villain, your hero, but that's what he is to you, so he just has to put up with it.

He finds you on the floor, in front of the fireplace, bundled and cocooned in blankets after trying to make a blanket fort and giving up halfway.

You collected and dragged all of the pillows and blankets around your apartment, including the ones on your bed, to make it, but the cold got to you.

He huffs a laugh at your grumpy pout, but strides over to press a kiss to it nonetheless. You try to pull him down to cuddle immediately, but he resists.  "Lemme start the fire first and I'll come warm you up, okay baby?"

You pout some more, but nod through your pile and he moves to light it. One stream of fire from his fingertips later, the fireplace is lit, instantly bathing the room in orange light and already starting to warm the air.

"Thank you, Tou." You wiggle in your blanket cocoon, braving the chilly air to open your arms for him. He reaches for you with a soft smile, gathering you up in his arms, surrounding you in his warmth, and presses a kiss to your forehead.

"You don't gotta thank me for that, doll.", he murmurs, brushing his nose against your cold cheek, placing a gentle kiss to the soft skin there.

You melt into him, turning your face up to peck his lips. "I love you.", you murmur against him, and you feel him grin, before capturing your lips in a slow, languid kiss.

It's gentle and loving, with small nips and licks, gradually turning hotter and deeper as he cradles your face in a large, warm hand, holding you to him as he licks into your mouth.

You lean into his touch, panting softly as his mismatched lips trail down your jaw to your throat, pressing hot, open mouthed kisses along the way. He gently guides you to lay on your back, blankets pooling under you, tangling his legs with yours beneath the blankets.

You kiss and caress each other for a long while, just enjoying the feel of each other, but eventually your petting gets heavier, your touches hotter.

Icy fingertips trail up his spine as he snakes a hand up under your sweater to cup and knead your bare breast, he kisses his way down the length of your body. He pulls the sweater over your chest, exposing them and immediately latching his hot mouth onto a pebbled nipple, while his fingers pinch and roll the other between them.

You arch into his touch, moaning lowly as your hips jerk up to meet his, and he grinds his bulge down against you.

Pulling away from your chest, he considers leaving on your sweater because of the temperature, but decides against it, wanting to feel your skin against his. He'll keep you plenty warm.

He slowly strips you, mouthing at wherever he exposes your skin, sucking marks wherever he can, ridding himself of his own clothes along the way, until you're both a naked tangle of limbs.

His mouth is hot on your inner thighs where he kisses and sucks at the sensitive flesh, and as much as what he seems to be planning would be nice, you just want him close.

So you shake you head, carding your fingers through his snowy hair, and murmur, "Come up here. I want you to hold me."

His eyes glow like jewels in the light when he looks up at you, and he goes easily when you cup his scarred cheeks, guiding him up into a deep kiss.

Heated hands roam and caress your body, gentle and reverent as you press your bodies together and just bask in each other's touch.

His fingers create a trail of fire in their wake as they drag up your thighs, to slip between your wet folds. Your breath hitches at the touch, gasping into his mouth when a finger enters you.

It moves slowly, gently opening you up, and another soon follows. He pumps and scissors them within you, slowly stretching you out for him as he peppers kisses along your jaw and throat, eventually adding a third finger, all while drawing out sweet moans from you. You claw at his shoulders, whining in impatience. "Inside, hurry, please, inside."

He moves to nose at your cheek, smiling as he murmurs, "Hold on, baby. I need to make sure you're ready f'me.",  and he curls his fingers within you, up against your sweet spot.

You moan breathily, rolling your hips and grinding down on the thick digits.

"I'm ready, I'm ready, please." You pant, and he chuckles lowly at how sweet and needy you are, pulling out his fingers and making sure you see him suck them clean, before lining his hips up with yours.

You immediately wrap your legs around his waist, tugging him closer and causing his cock to slide through your slick folds. You both moan at the feeling, and he leans down to capture your lips with his; one forearm rests on the floor beside your head, supporting his weight, and the other hand holds your waist as he grinds against you.

You let out a keen at the pressure, your hips bucking up. 

"Please.", you whine, and you feel him twitch against you before he nods. He presses open mouthed kisses to your neck as he releases the grip on your waist to guide his cock to your hole, leaning back to gaze into your eyes as he slowly eases in, taking in your blissed-out expression and sweet, whimpering moan at the delicious stretch.

“Fuck,” he groans, kissing his way from your cheek to your ear, moaning softly into your ear before running his tongue up the shell of it.

He lets you adjust, gently rolling his hips, before slowly pulling back out and pressing back in.

You pant and gasp hot puffs of air  between you, your breaths mingling as he rests his forehead against yours, pretty blue eyes locked onto yours, rolling his hips gently, fucking you slowly, tenderly, lovingly, with deep, rocking motions, not even an inch separating skin from skin.

A scarred hand cups your cheek gently and draws you into a languid, filthy kiss as he makes love to you, tangled in blankets and each other in front of the crackling fireplace, the light making his staples glint like flecks of embers and your skin glow like the sun.

He peppers kisses to your cheek, your eyes, your forehead, your nose, your chin, pressing praise and adoration into your skin every time, before eventually whispering against your throat, "Fuck, I love you." The raw intensity and passion of his words burn into your skin, like a prayer, like a promise, as he holds you close.

Tears trickle down your cheeks, emotions and pleasure overwhelming you, and your breath hitches as you hold onto him with the same fierceness.

"I love you too.", your voice is wobbly and broken, and you gasp as his lips trail along your jaw, "So, so much, Touya."

"Say it again." He murmurs, demands, pleads.

"I love you." You choke out through your tears, both arms wrapped around him, nails dragging down his back as you cling onto him.

"Again." He presses a kiss to your tear stained cheek, his hand moving down to press a thumb to your clit, rubbing it in slow, firm circles, and you can feel your tummy tightening, the familiar heat settling in.

"I love you, Touya." You moan, your toes curling as your orgasm washing over you in a tidal wave, your walls tightening and fluttering around him, milking his cock, and he's dragged along with you, cumming hard and deep within you, his hot cum painting your walls white and warming you from the inside out; and he kisses you through your orgasms, deep and moaning.

Soaking in the afterglow, you smile between soft pecks to each others lips, cheeks and jaws.

As you come down from your highs, still inside you, Touya rests your sweaty foreheads together and grins cheekily. "Are you warm now, baby?" he asks teasingly.

You huff out a laugh, draping your arms over his shoulders in a semi hug and close your eyes, smiling contentedly. "Very."

And you are, warm in every way that counts.

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If you ever tagged me to do one of those tag game thingies and I never did it:

1) Thank you, seriously. Those are fun and being included shows that my followers care enough to want to learn more about me.

2) Very sorry about that, it’s extremely likely that I said to myself “Cool! But I’m busy at the moment, I’ll have to do this later today or tomorrow” before proceeding to just straight-up forget, now it’s too far back in my notifications and/or your blog to find again.

i only call him my baby girl because i want him to suck on my clit like it’s a fucking pacifier btw

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Touya...

Too weak to be a hero (to join Endeavor and Shoto's world)

Too ambitious to be a civilian (to forget about his dreams and accept that he's useless)

No wonder why he eventually became the third secret thing.

ghost choir 👻 🎵

For the dabi emo phase simps

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You dirty minded simps!

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MY BABY 😭😭😭