When Ur Mutuals Are Mutual With Each Other 

Mornings with Husband!Nanami

He finds mornings bittersweet. 

On one hand, he has to go to work, and worst of all, leave you. And on the other, he gets to see a side of you he only sees in the early hours of the day, when most of the city seem to still be asleep and he gets to catch sight of your slumbering face without you knowing and grumbling about it.

Husband!Nanami always has the ring on his alarm off. So instead of that obnoxious blaring, he’s instead woken up by vibrations which rumble under his pillow. Why does he do that?

Well, of course, because he doesn’t want to wake you. 

Even before you two officially began dating, you made it abundantly clear how much you hate waking up early. And then when you had started dating, you made it exponentially clearer how much you absolutely, irrevocably despise — nay, resent! — having to part ways with his warm, solid body. 

Husband!Nanami slides himself out of bed, dressed only in his boxers, and he tucks the covers back over you, smiling to himself as you snuggle against his pillow. 

Once showered, he makes a quick breakfast and makes sure there’s a fresh pot of coffee for you before he heads back into the room to change as quietly as possible. Tiptoeing, he makes his way around the room, avoiding the parts of the floor that creak. And despite his best efforts, his darling wife apparently has instincts a successful sorcerer with quality skills and talents cannot overcome. 

“Kenny,” you groan out. 

Husband!Nanami sighs, mentally kicking himself for his carelessness. “Morning, sweetheart. I’m so sorry for waking you.”

“Mmm, it’ll be okay if you kiss me.”

He watches you push yourself up with your eyes closed just as he buttons his shirt. There’s a sleepy smile on his face that’s dazzling and your eyes are compelled by that divine light to open just enough to beckon him over. 

Husband!Nanami loves to tease, so he says, “I’d love to, darling, but your morning breath is infamously deadly.”

A laugh is startled out of him by the finger you shove in the air.

Husband!Nanami can’t ever say no to you. He just can’t. He’s tried a couple times: when you asked for a parrot, when you wanted to squeeze him in a pretty dress of yours, and when you tried to propose to him. 

Sometimes he was successful. Sometimes he wasn’t. This time is the latter. 

“Alright, but just one kiss, okay? And then I have to go. Promise me, honey.”

Husband!Nanami knows you have your fingers crossed behind your back when you nod with a cheesy grin, citing, “Scout’s Honour!”

And just as he suspects, you do not stick to your promise and he finds himself wrestled into bed with your surprising strength — though, he won’t admit that he doesn’t exactly fight your hulk-like grip. 

Husband!Nanami arrives at work right on time, which by his standards is late, but he doesn’t complain. In fact, when he settles into his office, he’s opening the picture you sent him and it's an arrow to the heart. You're in bed wearing his shirt, and just his shirt, with the most adorable pout ever. It takes him all his strength to fight the urge to drive home and bury himself in your arms…

Maybe even between your legs, but that’s lunchtime’s problem. 

Husband!Nanami can't wait.

hiii twinnn i missed u!!!! top three romance movies? hihihi

fuck romance movies?

uhhh ummm hmmm

the princess bride (my mom loves this movie i grew up watching it and it holds a special place in my heart)

the notebook (he built her her dream house like c’mon)

titanic (there was room on that fucking door fight me on it)

i see you and ur daddy issues

i got 88% with nanami too but i was too ashamed to further showcase my daddy issues 🫣

ᝰ.ᐟcrash course in chaos

.ᐟcw: street racer!shidou, mechanic's daughter!reader, smut mdni, car sex, hate sex (kinda)

"𝑁𝑜, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑖𝑛'𝑡 𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝑛𝑜 𝑀𝑟𝑠.​ 𝑂ℎ, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝑎 𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑟" - 𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑟 𝑏𝑦 𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑚𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑒

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Your dad owns a garage that half the underground world owes their life to. You’ve spent years around wrenches and oil-stained concrete, but always on the edges—never in the driver’s seat.

Until one quiet night, your precious baby, a ‘94 nissan gets stolen. No, correction, it wasn’t stolen, it was a challenge. 

That's how the world of racer’s works. If they want to challenge someone, they’ll take their car. 

It was quite annoying since you had it parked outside, unlocked, to work on it. You left for 5 whole seconds to grab some water and when you stepped out, it was gone. You gritted your teeth, throwing your wrench onto the pavement. 

You’ll find that fucking bastard and kill him. Your dad was asleep and all his cars were parked away. The only car you could use at the moment was some old run-down truck of his.

And so you did. You found out where your car was using the tracker you had in it. 

You arrived at some old abandoned lot, which many racers used to make deals or have meetings. 

There it was, you saw your baby, under a pale flickering yellow light. the rest of the garage was empty other than one other car standing out back. You ran out the truck, rushing up to your car, inspecting it to check nothing was stolen or damaged. 

It took you a second to realize the keys weren’t there. Of course that fucker probably took it with him. You’ll need to hotwire it.

You grabbed a screwdriver from your green cargo pants, typing up your hair. You’re taking your car back one way or another. 

You opened the drivers door, getting on your knees. You played around with some of the wires, which you probably shouldn’t be doing without gloves but fuck it. 

Sweat dripped down your face, you’ve seen your dad do this a million times, so why couldn’t you do it. Fuck which wire was it?

Your hands blackened in grease, chewing on your lip, digging into wires with shaking fingers. 

“Wrong wire, sweetheart.”

You flinched, not turning around but he sounds familiar. The voice hits you like a growl. Deep. Languid. Too damn close, he’s leaning over you, you can smell his cologne. 

You finish twisting one of the copper wires and glare up at the tall, tanned figure looming over you.

Of fucking course. It’s shidou ryusei. Correction, a shirtless shidou ryusei

Pink highlights. Lazy smirk. Tattoos playing all over his exposed skin, a gold chain around his neck and similar earring. 

He leaned against your car like he owned it, staring down at you with half-lidded eyes.

And in his hand. The keys of your car. 

You stood up, glaring at him with clenched fists. 

He still towered over you. You didn’t know much about the man he was but you’ve heard his name from your father and from what you’ve heard about this infamous man. 

You knew he was unhinged, filthy and a fucking menace. 

“You have the nerve to steal my car and then criticize my wiring.” 

“I mean, baby” he leans down, chain grazing your face, “technically you challenged me, who parks a baby like this outside all alone, and with the keys just hanging on top.”

You clenched your jaw, watching him. Watching as he eyes you, eyes dropping down to your white tank top which had gone transparent from the sweat. Your pink bra peeking through the fabric. 

“Give me my damn car back, shidou” 

“Don’t say my name with such hatred, it turns me on” 

“My. fucking. Car.”

“Take it.” he whispers against your ear. 

You push him back and smirks. 

He tosses you the keys.

“You drive stick, princess?” 

“Better than you ever could” 

“Good, come on, baby. Lets see if that mouth can back it up”

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An hour later, your hands are on the wheel, 

Your thighs are trembling, not from nerves. No, from adrenaline and maybe some rage. 

You’re flooring it down a private stretch of concrete deep in the industrial district, tires screeching, Shidou yelling like a maniac in the passenger seat. 

“Haha! Fuck, thats it baby, step on it!” he yelled like a maniac, you scoffed, not doing a very good job at hiding the upturn of your lips. 

“Shut it, crazy fucker”

“Make me” he grinned, leaning in towards you.

You slam the brakes. You both jolt forward, the seatbelt biting into your chest.

Shidou’s grin is unholy. His hands are on the dashboard, but then—they’re not.

They’re on your thigh. Fingers curling just inches away from some place he shouldn’t be close to. 

“You really are something, aren’t cha, princess. Got a mouth like a whip and you drift like a fuckin demon.”

“You done” you turn your face towards him. Was the car always this hot? 

“Not even close” he says, leaning in closer. You can feel his breath, mint gum. His body smells like gasoline and musky cologne. 

Mind you, he was still shirtless, only wearing black cargos that hung low on his waist. The band of his calvins on full display. 

“You hotwired your way into my night. You think I’m just gonna let you walk away?”

He says, hooking a finger under your chin, tilting your head back.

“Want a thank you for auto theft?” 

“Nah, i just wanna see what else you can do with these hands.”

He smirks. You don’t know who moves first but your lips are on his. Not soft, not gentle, it was violent. 

You wrap your arms around his neck, his hand over your nape, keeping you close. 

He licks around the seam of your lips. Shoving his tongue down your throat the second you part your lips. His hand leaves your thigh, groping your chest through the tank top. 

You uncomfortably adjust yourself, thighs digging into the gearshift. You clawed down his tatted back, he tugs your hair, pulling a groan out of you. 

You pull back, hands on his chest, panting as you both stare each other with nothing but lust in your eyes. 

“Backseat. Now.” you hesitate for a secon,d but he catches it.

“Scared?” 

“You wish. I’ll fucking wreck you” you grit, pulling him down by his hair

“I should be the one saying that princess” he smirks, and his lips are on yours again. 

You don’t make it to the back seat.

Not really.

You’re straddling him in the passenger seat, knees jammed on either side of the leather seats. Hard cock digging into your inner thighs. 

He pulls your tank top down along with your bra, watching your tits bounce out. 

“They’re so fucking hot” he murmurs before his lips are on your tits, tongue circling your nipples, he’s tugging and biting on the soft skin. 

You moan, throwing your head back, grinding down onto him.

He grins against your skin, trailing up your hot body, biting down on your neck. 

“Look at you, just melting for me” he smirks, twisting your nipple between his forefingers. 

“I’ll fucking melt a wrench on your fa-”

“Shut the hell up and ride me” he says, slapping your covered thigh. You clenched your jaw. Letting him take off your pants while you work on his. 

You take his cock out the restraints. His fingers dip past your panties, smearing your slick all around your pussy. 

“You’re fucking soaked” 

“It’s the adrenaline,” you lied through your  teeth, making him chuckle. “..and the rage”

“Oh yeah, little liar? Then stay mad, it’s hot” you blushed, your face hot, sweaty, similar to shidou’s body. 

His abs tensed under your touch, as you rubbed your pussy over his tip. 

You lower yourself onto him but shidou obviously isn’t for that. He grips your hips, slamming you down onto his pelvis. 

You choked on your spit, nails digging into his shoulder, letting out a silent scream. His cock stretches you out unbelievably wide. You tried adjusting to his thick throbbing length. 

You could tell he was holding back. Fingers digging into your hips so hard, it bruises the soft skin. Your moans echo off the windshield. The windows fog. The seat rocks. His hands grip your hips so hard it bruises. He’s messy, filthy, and unfiltered. 

“Take it. Just like that—yeah—fuck yeah—look at you—so tight around me, baby—”

“Shidou! Oh god, fuck” you cried out, moving yourself on his cock. Thighs burning as you go on.

“Say my name, say it again” he breathed out, grabbing a handful of your ass, guiding you. 

Your fingers tug at his chain, biting down on your lower lip. Your head's thrown back, sweat dripping down your forehead.

“Shidou! Fuck shidou your cock feels so good” you moan, running your nails down his chest.

Your thighs burn from the friction. But you don’t stop. You ride him like you’ve got something to prove. Because you do.

He’s panting your name now. Whimpering it. He pulls you in, biting your shoulder. His hips stutter.

“Fuck baby, I-”

“Don’t you dare finish before me, fucking thief” you grit your teeth, he doesn't. He holds on, gritting his teeth, until you gasp—eyes fluttering, nails clawing down his back.

You’re biting down on his toned shoulder, licking along his collar bones. 

“Shit, making me up, huh, princess?” he smirks, slapping your ass.

“Only getting you back for what you did.”

And before you can speak up. You’re clenching around him, screaming his name while you cover his thick length in your juices. Your breathing is ragged, you fall limp, but shidou picks up where you left off, thrusting up inside you. Wet sounds echo in the car. 

And soon after, he’s cumming inside, filling you up, as a mixture of yours and his cum leaks down his length, dripping onto his pelvis. 

When you both come down, it’s quiet. The windshield’s fogged. Your hair’s a mess. He looks blissed-out, lips swollen, chest heaving.

Your head is resting on his chest, his fingers running through your hair. You twirl the chain around your finger, looking up at him.

“You gonna steal my car again, next time?” 

“Princess, if you want to get fucked, you can just ask” 

“Ugh, don’t even. Your dick wasn’t even that good” you laughed under your breath and shidou seemed amused, squeezing your ass, making your yelp. 

“You say but when i asked to take my dick out of you, you screamed no” you blushed hiding your face, earning a chuckle from shidou. 

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A/n: very very long and not edited at all. this was such a hot concept to write.

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ur tm is being an absolute g in dms and giving me all the insight on l.o.v.e!!!! and js in general being so fucking funny and literally so fun to text with ilyyyy :33

should’ve added that ur other tm is making me giggle all the time but especially at 5am and giving me the dty lore <33 hehe ilyyyy

ᝰ.ᐟtweets between the bllk street racers

.ᐟcw: crack, dry humour, multiple street racer!men

"𝐼 𝑡𝑜𝑙𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝐵𝑌𝑂𝐵, 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛 𝑏𝑢𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑏𝑜𝑜𝑏𝑠" - 𝑛𝑜 𝑏𝑦𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑦 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑐𝑜𝑡𝑡

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A/n: ts lwk not funny but i find it funny cause my humour is broken. (also half of these r messages/tweets between me and my friends)

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first time reblogging something in years and it’s to say that this is what’s it like having a chronic illness and i completely relate😀

fell asleep w migraine woke up with tummy ache i actually wish i just perished in my sleep actually

Tumblr is odd because you’ll see a mutual post something really profound like “the birds still sing for those who listen” and you see them 5 minutes later saying something like “need to be pegged.grilled cheese style”

Just A Dream

synopsis; in your dreams, he is yours. in your nightmares, he isn’t. and in this life? who knows. (dabi/touya todoroki x fem!reader)

cw; talks of nightmares, slight angst, allusions to character death, minor portrayals of anxiety, suspicious behavior, one mention of endeavor, happy ending, quirkless reader (this is sort of a part two to in another life, can be read as a stand alone), dabi calls reader wisp (like a wisp of a flame).

wc; 1.4k

a/n; an apology to @chaoslibra and @rueclfer for breaking their hearts with the previous touya angst. credits to my fiancé @feralshenanigans, for the nickname dabi calls reader and she made the instagram post at the end.

as always, enjoy the story but don’t use, copy, or steal my writings.

the gaps in the blinds allow the sunlight to filter in, spreading across the otherwise dark room. your eyelids feel heavier than usual as you blink the sleep away, one hand moves across the bed, reaching for the familiar warmth of another body. there’s nobody there but the bed is still warm.

“miss me already?” his tone is teasing as you sit up and glance to the doorway. touya leans against the side, he’s shirtless with his arms crossed over his chest and his sweats riding low on his hips.

his face turns serious as he notices the tear tracks on your cheeks and makes his way to the bed.

“another nightmare?” he’s pulling your body into him while you nod and wrap yourself around him, he hums while rubbing your back.

“what was it this time?”

“you died after your birthday before i got to see you again and confess properly.”

“oh you mean when i’m awake to say it back.” his tone is back to teasing as he tries to lighten the mood by reminding you of the first time you confessed.

you laugh, shaking your head while shoving him away, he chuckles deeply while swiping away a stray tear.

“you promised you wouldn’t bring that up again.” you scold and he just laughs louder.

“oh c’mon baby you know i’m just teasing. gotta make sure my girl isn’t sad on this very special day.” the smile he wears brightens your mood instantly, though you’re left confused on what today is.

“special day? it’s only monday we don’t have plans do we?” you rack your brain, searching for answers. it’s not anyone’s birthday, not an anniversary or anything else. dabi senses your confusion and smiles brightly.

“it’s a surprise, we’re going to meet yumi and mom for breakfast first and then you three are going to have a girls day while i run some errands.” he explains before standing up and helping you off the bed.

“you get the bathroom all to yourself today since i already showered.” it’s only then that you notice his white hair is damp as it clings to his skin.

you smile and make your way to the restroom to start your day.

a while later you’re sitting at a table with rei, touya, and fuyumi. you’ve just finished breakfast and are discussing today’s plans.

“i have errands to run but you guys can have a spa day as long as y/n’s back before our dinner reservations.” dabi explains as fuyumi and rei smile brightly.

“did i miss a chapter? since when did we have dinner reservations?” you speak up, first breakfast and now this? you’re starting to get suspicious.

“don’t worry wisp, it’s a surprise.” touya’s fingers tighten around your thigh where they rest, he gives you a teasing smirk.

“yeah you’ve been saying that a lot,” you grumble and he only hums in response, winking at his mom and sister.

the four of you say your goodbyes and go your separate directions, fuyumi leading you to her car where you sit in the back and text keigo while she drives to the mall.

if anybody would know what was happening and tell you, it’d be him.

aside from calming your growing nerves about your boyfriend’s suspicious behavior, keigo offered no help.

it’s been a few hours since the girls' day began, you’ve gotten your nails done, shopped at a few different stores and had a light lunch.

fuyumi checks her phone far more than usual and coincidentally dabi will text you right after she pockets her phone.

it’s nearing five o’clock now and fuyumi is driving towards the apartment you share with touya.

“alright be honest with me, what does he have planned?” your voice comes out whiner than you wanted it to and you wince at the way it sounds.

“sweetheart everything is fine, just take a deep breath in and relax. he just wants to treat you to dinner.” rei’s soft motherly voice flits through the car and into your ears.

your shoulders sag as you breathe deeply, you don’t mean to be anxious, it’s just that your nerves are on edge from this morning's nightmare and truthfully you’re scared you’ll have to say goodbye.

when he was in the facility, you had dreams of another life with him, a different one where he never got hurt and life wasn’t cruel to him. a life quite like the one you’re living now, only without the monster that is touya’s father.

but ever since three years ago, you’ve had nightmares of dabi passing away in his sleep, just like he almost had that night. now you can’t shake the feeling that this might all be a dream.

one you’ll wake up from crying and in bed alone.

“are you okay? y/n?” the call of your name from fuyumi’s voice pulls you from your thoughts.

the cars been parked and both women are looking at you softly. you can feel the lone tear that began falling from your lash line.

“i’m fine, i think.” your voice betrays you as it cracks and you’re faced with two soft sympathetic smiles.

“he’s a strong man honey, he got better and he made it out. he’s here, alive and with us. it’s okay now,” rei reaches a hand out to grab yours, squeezing it tightly she meets your gaze.

you give a firm nod and squeeze her hand in return.

“you’re right, he’s strong.”

you continue reminding yourself of that fact all throughout your dinner with dabi as he fidgets nervously in his seat.

he’s strong.

you think as you watch a bead of sweat drip down his forehead and roll off the side of his face.

he’s strong.

his hand is on your thigh as he drives to an unknown destination. the windows down and a song playing on the radio.

he’s strong.

he took you to a park, the cherry blossoms in bloom as the night sky twinkled brightly with millions of burning stars.

he’s strong.

he keeps your body close, one hand warming your waist as he holds you. the other holds a box in his pocket, as he leads you down a barely lit path.

he’s strong.

he leads you to a secluded section, fairy lights decorate the nearby trees. the garden gazebo is decorated with strings that hold photos of the both of you throughout your lives together.

he’s strong.

your breath catches in your throat as you turn to see him on one knee, box in hand held open to face you.

he’s strong.

his hands shake as his palms grow clammy, the nerves making him sweat. and for once, his body runs cold as his eyes meet yours.

he’s strong.

“will you marry me or what?” his voice shakes as he tries to calm himself down, his usual gruffness nowhere to be found as you smile brightly at him.

he’s strong.

a flash of light pulls your eyes away momentarily to see your friends and family hiding in the bushes, keigo looks sheepish as touya glares at him.

he’s strong.

“yes.” he sighs as relief floods his entire body, before he chuckles deeply.

he’s strong.

his lips meet yours in a passionate kiss as he slips the ring onto your finger. a happy sob leaves you as your body melts into his, and he smiles.

he’s strong.

after years of dreaming of another life, one where dabi could be yours, and after years of nightmares where he never was.

and in this life?

your eyes flutter open and you smile as you feel dabi’s hair tickling the back of your neck.

“hmm morning.” your voice is cheery as he groans, the vibrations running down your arm when he places a kiss on your shoulder.

“what’s got you so cheerful this morning?” his voice is deep and groggy with sleep as he moves to hover over you, his cerulean eyes shining brightly.

“oh nothing, just a dream i had.” you smile and scrunch your nose when he kisses it, he hums.

“was it a good one?” he kisses both your cheeks and you laugh lightly.

“yeah, yeah it was.” he smiles at that and places a kiss on your forehead.

“what was it?” he holds himself above you now, legs tangled with yours and chests inches away from touching.

“just a dream.” he shakes his head with a sigh.

“fine then keep your secrets.” your giggle is cut off as he finally kisses you. lips molding together in a moment of tenderness and serenity.

“i love you wisp.”

“i love you touya.”

sometimes dreams really do come true,

because in this life,

touya,

he’s finally yours.

ari.......... what happened.........

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