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dabi’s the type to fake cry abt his scars to get you to kiss him

dabi’s the type to stop fucking you just to mock your moans

dabi’s the type to hunt down ur ex after you complained abt them once

dabi 100% listens to paramore specifically all i wanted & liar

imagine fighting over his need for revenge just to fuck it out later

shoto leaving u on read if u don’t say good morning/goodnight back

him learning how to cornrow a black!readers hair

him unironically starting to call you mommy after you called him daddy once

fantasy prince!shoto seeing your face once and searching for your face everyday after that, him going as far as to have a painter paint a picture of it

him shaving the drapes only for your sake

extra points if they do the “i know, i know” as they slowly push in and out of you

boys who want to hold your hand during sex have my heart

thinking abt touya being so well fed on your pussy that he starts thinking maybe a baby wouldn’t be that bad. “you want me to fill ya up, hah? give you a baby so you’re walking around here full of me? you’d like that wouldn’t you, you lil slut?” he’d say as he pumps in & out of you at unfathomable speeds, tip tapping your uterus. “wanna trap me so i’m the only one fucking this sweet cunt.”

“is that the best you can do?” simon asked, chuckling underneath his mask. he was supposed to be training you but you could barely land a punch on the six foot soldier.

“fuck you.” out of breath, you put your hands on your knees in an effort to catch your breath. “quit going easy on me.”

suddenly reinvigorated, you get back into your stance, preparing to try again. locking eyes with your opponent, you attempt a two hit combo only for him to block each once again.

“fuck!”

“nice moves.” soap entered the room, sipping on a cup of coffee. “try going for his legs, fuckers too big for his own good.”

taking his advice you readied your stance for one last time. with a surprise attack, you slid on the ground, using pure strength to hopefully knock him over. suddenly out of no where your vision went black.

“you’re crushing me.”

“i’ve been waiting for you to kick my ass.” Simon said, helping you up.

“thanks for the show, guys.” Soap laughed.

imagining a love-struck shoto following you around because he just doesn’t know how else to express his feelings. and when you confront him he’s just like 😄🥰 cause you’re finally showing him attention.

“stop following me like a lost puppy.” you rolled your eyes, finally turning around to confront your tail.

“but I like you.”

“i’ve told you this already, you do not like me.”

“why not?”

“because you can’t like me.” this seems to surprise him for a second, causing him to stop and think.

“but-“ he began, almost second guessing himself. “mina and jirou told me that when your heart quickens and your palms get sweaty around someone then you like them. so you should know that i like you.” his eyes bored into yours as if this was common sense, hand going to grab yours.

“see, your hand fits perfectly in mine.” his fingers clasped onto your hand.

rolling your eyes at his whole charade you turned and continued walking, hand in hand.

☁︎ what the angels *ੈ✩ will sing for the man who enters me for the first time (ʃƪ˶˘ ﻬ ˘˶)

know that if u follow me i’m lurking and stalking when u least expect it

✧ｇｉｖｅ ｍｅ ｔｈｅ ｐｉｓｔｏｌ

𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴: 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘺𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘣𝘪 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘪

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩, 𝙣𝙨𝙛𝙬

˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗

you didn’t want to do it anymore. the goodbyes and the never knowing when you would see him again. it was tiring. the thing was you weren’t even supposed to miss him. you both had established from the start that the relationship between you too was strictly beneficial - a chance for you both to blow off steam.

but then you both were fucking and something seemed to switch in you. it must’ve been the way he seemingly stared into not just your eyes but your heart or the way he carefully pumped in & out of you for you found yourself letting him in. which was bad not just for you but him as well.

it meant that you would have to confront these feelings. it meant you’d have to tell him and who knew what you would lose if so.

suddenly you heard a knock on your bedroom window. getting up you went to unlock it, not even bothering to check who it was. settling back on your bed you avoided his gaze.

“no hello?”

“not today, no.” your tone might’ve gave irritation but everything in you was holding back from the one thing you both said to avoid with your relationship - love.

with a dip into your mattress, he began rubbing your lower leg softly. “you good?” he wasn’t asking if you were okay but good enough to fuck. of course not, this wasn’t a loving relationship but beneficiary one.

“mmhmm.” you’d be dumb to say no. for a chance for him to hold you, you’d give a thousand stars. next thing you knew he was inside you, hands holding yours above your head.

your hips jutted into his with great need. you needed more from him. more than just a quick fuck. “tell me this is real.” you begged. “show me it’s real.” mumbling into his shoulder, you felt his rhythm stuttered a bit.

“y/n?”

“fuck, touya, please. i need you.” the cat was officially out of the bag. with your words, he finally finished, cum rushing into your walls. your own climax coming soon after.

silence overcame the room as both your heavy breaths haltered.

“what did you say?” he asked, head turned away from yours.

“n-nothing.” you whimpered as you watch him quickly dress. you knew it was over, you had gotten caught in the moment - a manufactured kind of love. he had seen something he never was meant to see yet you were glad. for your heart yearned for him.

once he was fully clothed he turned towards you. leaning down he softly grazed your cheek with his finger before walking towards the door, slamming it behind him. you silently sobbed as you knew this was the last time you’d see him.