The Thought Of Dating A Tall Big Muscular, Who Has Huge Tits And Big Dick, Everyone Around Tells You

Afternoon patrolling 🌅

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even if he won't say it, touya really is a big softie for you.

you know it when you see the look on the league's faces when he lets you get close enough to touch—it's a "what the fuck is wrong with dabi?" look. you can see the confusion and near repulsion amplify tenfold when not only does he allow you to grasp his hand, he holds yours back. everyone in the LOV knows dabi would rather die than have anyone's hands near his scarred skin.

you know it when, on non-busy days, he follows you with a fake reluctance to the so-called "hangout spot" of the league's hideout. at this point, spinner is always asking you to "get dabi" because everyone knows he won't let anyone else drag him out. but when your big eyes plead with him to spend some quality time with the LOV, he just can't say no.

you know it when he hisses a sharp "no, get your own," when a soul dares to ask for a bite of his food (even if he's complaining about it being bad three seconds later), but will hand-feed you a big bite of your own. sometimes, he'll even offer you the rest if you really seem to like it.

you know it when he hides his face in a pillow as you diligently change the staples on his back. he knows he can do it himself—you know he can too, considering he was stapled up years before you met him—but he knows you'll do it better. you make sure his skin is aligned perfectly, each silver sliver placed evenly apart. you make him look like a work of art. it doesn't hurt like it used to, is what he always says, but he's still biting down on that pillow like he'll die otherwise.

you know it when your hand is wrapped around his cock under the covers while you two lie face-to-face. his hands are in your hair or on your waist as he bucks into your fist. white lashes are against cheeks, sheilding those teary turquoise eyes from you. even if the dim light, almost all of his pale flesh is dusted pink. when he's close, he'll pull you flush against him and duck his face into the crook of your neck. he keeps humping your hand, tip now rubbing and spreading a mess of pre against your soft stomach. he's whining, and he's greedy for you, and his whole body feels like it's on fire in a good way for once, and his brain is a mess except for one, consistent thought—you. "thank you," he rushes out of his lips between moans as he spurts cum on your tummy, "'love you."

you know it.

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at the todoroki agency holiday gift swap, you end up with a gag gift—a shirtless calendar of the top twelve heroes they did for charity. 

it’s plastic-sealed and you don’t dare open it, but it’s incriminating enough on its own. the cover features your very own boss todoroki shouto, his hair slicked back, staring out at you intensely over the most upsettingly mouth-watering set of washboard abs.

you retreat to your office, frantically trying to find somewhere to hide it. it’s too awkward to fit into your tiny trashcan and too large for your filing cabinet so you seize your tape, unroll it by the arm span, and hurriedly secure the calendar to the underside of your desk to get it out of sight.

except, just as you manage it, shouto himself walks in—and the calendar unsticks and falls straight to the floor with an echoing clap.

Getting slightly into the Christmas spirit now 🎄❤️

Izuku’s parents you can’t change my mind

voice kink - ft. hitoshi shinsou

it follows him around still, the stigma of his quirk. it normally doesn’t bother him, but when shinsou is in bed with someone, he’s careful with what he says, preferring to keep his mouth shut and announce his pleasure through grunts and sighs

that changes with you. you love his voice and its ability to command you, a level of trust he’s never had with anyone. he can voice every filthy thing he wants to do to you without reserve, without fear of judgment

the first time you tell him to use his quirk on you, he’s manhandling you onto the counter, one hand around your throat, "open wide, pretty" before he stuffs two fingers in your mouth

he wishes the fucked-out, glazed-over expression on your face didn’t make him as hard as it does, but fuck, the way your tongue laves over his fingers and sucks, the way you say "more, ‘toshi" can you blame him for tightening his grip?

laying you out on his bed, he’s whispering a litany of praise and degradation that makes you squirm, "go on, spread your legs for me, sweet thing, let me see how messy I already got this slutty pussy," has the nastiest little smirk when you whine and grab at his hands

"what’s the matter, pretty girl? needy for me, huh?" coats his fingers with your slick, relishing in every noise that falls from your mouth. "all this just from my voice?"

literally won’t put his cock in you until you’re trembling, big hands holding your hips down as he teases his length between your slippery folds—"beg for it"

They make me feel so single.

Touya would def be down to arson with you on your period. It makes him feel better

it keeps him out of the dog house for saying stupid shit