#ah touya-nii

[inkykeiji]

Clari i rly wanted to tell you that my absolute favourite part about your recent alastor fic is the way you describe his repetitive action of using his tongue to scoop it out and shovel it down his throat 😭😭 i think it does exactly what you were going for, in that it seriously highlights just how greedy and insatiable alastor is... this is like my 6th time sending you an ask about this fic, but it just tickled my brain so good. First touya-nii and now alastor, you and your writing really have a way of making me go insane over the filthiest, greediest, most insane men 🥺❤️

AH ANON!!! thank you so much for this!!! <333 i literally cannot tell you how much your feedback means to me, thank you for taking a moment to send in asks (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) ♡ it’s so special to me and i am so so so glad you enjoyed the fic!!! i am also over the MOON to hear that the fic is portraying what i wanted it to and hitting the way i intended for it to!! <3 HAHAHA aw (⸝⸝ᵕᴗᵕ⸝⸝) filthy, greedy, fucking insane (fictional) men are the best kind!!!

[meeludrawz]

Shouto: "Touya-nii, stop! I have papers right here, I can adopt you and we can get away from dad" Dabi: Stops in the middle of the fight, deactivating his quirk "What? Ya can't do that" Shouto: Confused "Why not?" Dabi: "First, you're not 18. Second, I'm older than you" Shouto: Turns to Midoriya, who was standing beside him the whole time, with a sad n confused face "Midoriya, is it true?" Deku: "I'm afraid so" :( Shouto: "Can your mom adopt him, then?" Deku: "AH??? OH- I- UM- WE ALREADY ADOPTED TEN- I MEAN- SHIGARAKI" Shouto: "Oh.." Turns to Dabi, with puppy eyes "Can you adopt me then? I have dad's credit card" Dabi: Turns to Hawks that he was literally destroying seconds ago "Can I do that?" Hawks: "Yeah, you'd become his legal caretaker I think" Dabi: "AIGHT, FUCK, I'M IN"

[mysoncookie]

BNHA Dabi-Centric fic recs

Artificial Parenthood, Affectionate Brotherhood by cereal_whore

Teen & Up, Gen, No Archive Warnings

Available on Ao3, On Going | Wordcount: 208,780

Has an On Going Series Called "Dabi says fuck the human species: artificial natural selection addition"

Summary: 22-year-old dabi switches place with ten-year-old touya todoroki in their timeline Bakugou, a single child with the social skills of an apathetic gamer, runs into a cellular mass of anxiety that vibrates the same murderous rage of a chihuahua. Said kid is as problematic as Bakugou himself, is a ginger, does not fear the laws of this land, and doesn't even seem to be from this land- or more accurately, time. Between Bakugou's homicidal urges, Todoroki Shouto's lack of filter, and God's middle finger, lies the Pandora's Box of the Todoroki's household secrets, in the form of a child named Touya Todoroki, who hates fish and has never heard of Minecraft. Todoroki Shouto just wants joint custody over his own older brother who's now inexplicably ten-years-old. So clearly, the only effective solution would be to force Bakugou to adopt him and all his other siblings. Meanwhile, Dabi, still in a world that never wanted him, learns that maybe an old dog can't learn new tricks (a truth he realises, when he finds himself reunited with a nine-year-old Shigaraki, who might not be past saving, the way he will be a decade later).

Lay Me on a Pyre (Sacrifice me for your sins) by RadioSilencer

General Audience, Gen, No Archive Warnings Apply

Available on Ao3, On Going | Wordcount: 29,126

Summary: “Ah, and I hate to do this to you, but there’s a couple questions we have to ask since you’re awake now. Is that all right?” Wondering why his input was needed for that, Touya nodded. Anything they wanted. Whatever he could do to be less of an embarrassment. “Okay then, tell me if you need a moment whenever,” the woman started, “your name.” “Todoroki.” Even if he wished it wasn’t (and everyone else probably did too). “Todoroki Touya.” (A bystander loses control, and Todoroki Touya opens his eyes to a brighter world than he left behind.)

By Any Other Name by SatelliteBlue

Teen & Up, M/M, No Archive Warnings Apply

Available on Ao3, Complete | Wordcount: 258,617

Has an On Going series called "Will you accept this rose?"

Summary: Through some freak accident of the universe, Dabi has been invited to compete on The Bachelorette. Have they actually seen his face? Surprisingly yes, and they still want him. For this season they apparently need a ‘bad boy’ to both balance out the hero contestant (why in hell is Hawks involved?) and to trash talk the show in interviews to appeal to audiences who don’t like the scripting. Getting sent on a vacation away from his annoying bandmates to complain and eat as much free food as he wants? Sold.

The Difference Between an Heir and a Son by ofHeartmateAndSoulbeats

General Audience, Gen, No Archive Warning Apply

Available on Ao3, On Going | Wordcount: 11,774

Summary: ...because if Enji had ever loved any of his children, it would have been Touya

Brother by Dreamy_Cel_100

Teen & Up, M/M, Graphic Depictions of Violence

Available on Ao3, Complete | Wordcount: 79,561

Summary: Todoroki Touya has never known comfort. He just didn’t realize he wasn’t the only one. Or When Touya runs away, he decides to take his kid brother. And instead of joining villainy he attempts to create the home he never had.

Sins of the Father by kanekki

Teen & Up, M/M, No Archive Warnings Apply

Available on Ao3, Complete | Wordcount: 32,411

Has a Complete Series called "the hellish todoroki family"

Summary: Shouto’s lower lip wobbles as he cries. “M-Momma hurt me and Father sent her away. I m-miss you Touya, please come home. It’s scary without you.”

“Alright,” Dabi says soothingly while he glares at the heroes, “We’re going to my place then. Your nii-san’s going to protect you now, okay?”

Shouto is accidentally rewound by Eri’s quirk in the middle of a villain attack, reverting him to a small child with no memories of his future. Dabi takes the opportunity to bring Shouto with him to the League of Villains headquarters to remove him from Endeavor’s clutches.

little brother, we are all grieving by jurassicqueer (kukurosaki)

Mature, Gen, M/M, No Archive Warnings Apply

Available on Ao3, Complete | Wordcount: 29,561

Summary: When a teenager is dragged into a police station by someone with a self-proclaimed de-aging quirk, it seems too improbable that one of the most notorious villains in Japan could actually be reverted to a scrawny sixteen year old.

But then the blood tests come back, and the quirk labs hand in their results, and it seems that Dabi really is a teenager again- and claiming to be the dead Todoroki Touya, of all things.

OR: Touya never expected to wake up a wanted fugitive, but with his luck, he's hardly surprised.

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as per requested from my previous post I updated my fic recs on dabi and ofc I added the bachelorette au that y'all been talking about tnx to @attackontreason for recommending it ksksks

[katsushika-division]

Death Row Block PADORU PADORU

Krampus Claus Akihisa

“I swear the things I do to give Touya a sense of a childhood. …Hm? My bag? Ah yes, don’t worry I just had a few “pests” to get rid of. Awful things they are.”

Little Helper #1 (Touya)

“It’s Christmas ~! I can’t wait for all the presents~! I even got everyone else to dress up for the occasion~!”

Little Helper #2 (Rintaro)

“Dammit, Touya. I get wanting to get into the fucking spirit of Christmas but did we really have to dress in these shitty costumes? Ah fuck it I'm going to set off some Christmas fireworks wanna come Akari?”

Little Helper #3 (Akari)

“Sure. ….Can we burn these costumes in the meantime they itch so horribly.  I only really put them on for Touya-nii’s sake.”

[bnha-simpin-and-pimpin]

I do, genuinely, believe Touya could have been a great hero.

[zodiakuroo]

Love Thy Brother

Pairing: Dabi x Fem!Reader

Content: 18+ dubcon/noncon, dabi’s canononical dick piercings  manhandling, rough sex, corruption, degradation, humiliation, manipulation, blackmail, spit, stepcest, loss of virginity, dacryphilia, mentioned breeding, blasphemy and sacrilege : 3

Word count: 4.1k

Notes: secured my spot in hell with this one for sure anyways touya-nii go brrrrr

part 2 here!

But he that hates his brother is in darkness, and walks in darkness, and knows not whither he goes, because that darkness hath blinded his eyes. – 1 John 2:11

Gaining 4 new siblings as a young adult is not something anyone expects, you think, but you’re grateful to have been accepted into Enji Todoroki’s family nonetheless.

Fuyumi was the big sister you always wanted, kind and nurturing, always happy to let you borrow her clothes and give you advice. You and Natsuo the closest in age.  He was warm and friendly and while he teased you a lot it was never mean spirited, just the kind that was typical between siblings. Shoto was quiet in nature and though it took him more time than the rest to warm up to you, eventually you two became friends as well.

And there was Touya…..

Well, Dabi as he prefers to be called.

When you first met him, you were terrified, the shock of seeing him made you hide behind your mother instinctively.  The Todoroki clan looked every bit the perfect suburban family except for Dabi. He had his hair dyed jet black, with seemingly more tattoos than clean skin. He had several cartilage piercings in his ears as well as three small studs in his nostril and a barbell through his eyebrow.  He scoffed at your scared reaction, sticking out his tongue to show you the silver ball on its surface and sending a wink your way.

Admittedly, felt guilty for judging Dabi based on his appearance, but you would soon come to find that sometimes it’s better to trust your judgement.

At first, Dabi ignored you, acted as if you didn’t exist. And the times when he was forced to acknowledge your presence in his family he acted as though you were nothing more than a nuisance. You thought that you might have offended him somehow but Fuyumi assured you that Dabi was just like that and that you shouldn’t take it personally. “He just needs to get to know you.” She said.

She was wrong though. Dabi couldn’t stand you.

Everything about you infuriates him. Prancing around in those frumpy sweaters and modest skirts like anyone would bother to lewd you anyways. Lest they attempt, you wear that gold cross necklace everywhere you like a big old “PROPERTY OF JESUS” tag. Your insistence to say a prayer every time the family dog so much as farts. The way his entire family seems to be enamored by your church girl act. Perhaps what he hates most is the way you look at him, poor delinquent Dabi, like you’re so much better than him. Sanctimonious bitch.

Then he noticed how you were with Natsuo. How you would pout and whine when he teased you and sometimes, to everyone’s shock and amusement, banter back and forth with him. Let’s be clear here, he didn’t care about you. He cared about attention. You were giving too much of your attention to his younger brother and that just wouldn’t do.

Pretty soon, Touya was in on the teasing. He started out by making fun of you for being so conservative. Low-hanging fruit. You’ve heard it all before so it didn’t wrench much of a reaction for you but that just made him more determined. Sometimes it got downright mean, earning him a scolding from Fuyumi. Not that he would listen anyways

Then it got physical. It started innocently enough, Dabi would tug on your hair, snatch food out of your hands, kick you underneath the dinner table. Albeit childish, it was incredibly annoying. You would shriek and yell for him to cut it out and after finally getting the desired reaction from you, he became hungry for more.

So he started taking more risks. When you were in the kitchen alone Dabi would brush his hand under your skirt making you squeal. That progressed to him flicking up your skirt to catch a glimpse of your panties which progressed to him spanking you so hard, you’d think of him every time you sat down for the rest of the day.

On the days when he was in a good mood (read: stoned out of his mind), he would pull you into his lap and hold you there, blowing smoke in your face that made you cough so that he could laugh. Sometimes he would let his hands wander, over your chest and between your thighs while you squirm in his hold. He’d say “Anyone ever touch you like this? I hope not, I’m sure it would piss off Jesus”

As if the touching wasn’t invasive enough, Dabi felt he was entitled to your room and personal artifacts. Often you’d come back from campus or church to find the contents of your underwear drawer spilled on the floor. You would notice a pair or two missing when you packed them back.

One time he vandalised your bible with drawings of penises on every single page.

“D’ya like my artwork princess?” he said when you confronted him. In a fit of rage, threw the book at his head. You missed (unfortunately) making him like laugh. “Surely there’s something condemning violence in that book of yours.”

You tried locking him out of your room but all that did was make him angrier. He threated to break your door clean off its hinges if you did it again.

Which brings you to your current predicament.

It had been a long day. You woke up late landing you in trouble with your manager. Your coworker fell ill and you had to cover a double shift, with no shortage of asshole customers on this particular day it seems. On top of all that, you just got stood up for date. You come home to a quiet house and you’re so grateful for this small blessing on a day like this. After a long, scalding hot shower, you lie on your bed wrapped in a fluffy, white towel, contemplating your next move.

You were home alone and with a family this big that hardly ever happens. You do what any person would do after having the day you had.

You smile to yourself, undoing the knot on your towel and falling back onto your pillows, hands already caressing your breasts.

You’re a Christian not a robot. Of course you masturbate. Sure you feel ashamed. You can hear your mother’s voice chide about how sinful it is but that all melts away when your little fingers slide between your wet folds. Shame can wait.

Being the menace in your life that he is, the eldest Todoroki chose that exact moment to barge into your room unannounced.

You scramble for your covers trying your best to preserve some modesty but it’s too late, you’ve been caught. You shriek in terror.

“Oh my god!” Dabi practically cackles.

“Dabi! It’s not what it looks like I swear.”

“Oh really?” He stalks over to your bed with the predatory grin on his face. “Because to me it looks like my innocent, holier than though baby sister is a nasty, little, closet pervert.” He’s now straddling you over your covers, you want to fight him off but that would mean letting go over your duvet and you know once you do that, it’s over. Dabi has the upper hand though. Soon he’s got both of your wrists in one of his hands, pinned above your head. His other hand, almost immediately, is pulling the down the covers, revealing your naked torso to him. “Huh.’ He muses as he palms one of your breasts. “Seems like it’s exactly what it looks like.”

“Dabi! Get off me!” You squirm under him but he’s too heavy so it’s no use.

“Nice tits Sis.” Dabi ignores your protests. “I don’t get why you keep them hidden.”

“I’m not your sister you creep!” you say with as much venom as you can muster.

“Aw princess,” he pouts and moves his hand up to cup your jaw, squeezing your cheeks harshly “it hurts your Nii-san’s feelings when you talk to him like that. I wonder what our parents would think. Should I tell them how filthy their sweet, little daughter really is?”

He revels in the fear in your eyes. You shake your head frantically. “No Dabi please! Please don’t tell them.” You whimper, words garbled.

“Don’t tell them what little sister? What were you doing?” He smirks. His hand goes back to your breast, this time to tweak your nipple.

The sadistic freak. Was he really going to make you say it? He answers your silent question with a sharp smack to your breast.

“I-I was masturbating.” You mumble, squeezing your eyes shut, cheeks burning from embarrassment.

“No, you weren’t”  he says as a matter of fact before pinching your already stiff nipple making your eyes shoot open and you yelp in pain. “You were playing with your little virgin cunt. Now say it.”

There is no way you could say those words. Has he not humiliated you enough? You try once again to break free but he’s got an iron grip on your wrists and he’s sitting on top of your thighs. There’s no way you’re getting out of this.

He pinches you again but harder this time, twisting your nipple and keeping it there.

“I was ah­ I was playing with my v-v-irgin c- Dabi! Cunt! There I said it! Let go!”

He snickers at your pain but let’s go of you entirely, shifting his weight off of you. You’re grateful for the reprieve, immediately pulling up the covers to cover up your body again. You will yourself not to cry until Dabi has left the room or else you’ll never hear the end of it. But he’s not finished with you yet.

“Show me.” He sits down on your desk chair facing you, his legs spread wide.

“What?” Surely you misheard him.

“Show your Nii-san how you play with that ‘little virgin cunt’” He smiles using air quotations.

“Dabi, this is wrong-“ you whimper

“Touya-nii.” You furrow your brows in confusion and he says again. “Call me Touya-nii. I’m not leaving this room until I see what I want.”

Say what you want about Dabi but he’s a man of his word. You know he means what he says. The last thing you want is for anyone in your family to come home and find you naked in your room with your step-brother. It’s just better to do what he asks demands.

You slowly peel the covers off you, exposing your naked body to your step brother. He’s eyeing you intently, palming the growing bulge under his jeans. His sister was hiding such a hot little body, right under his roof and he had no idea. You can’t bear to look at him. You clamp your thighs shut to hide your pussy from him, a weak attempt to save what’s left of your dignity. You wriggle your hand in between your legs and you try to move it as best you can without showing him more of you.

Wait.

You’re wet?

You’re wet.

Well screw dignity I guess.

“Oh none of that.” Touya scoffs. “Spread your legs.”

You obey him and he rewards you with a low whistle. “What a cute little pussy.” He murmurs so low you’re not even sure he’s talking to you. You flinch, wanting to close your legs on instinct but a firm “Don’t” from Dabi stops you in your tracks. “Show me how my little sister likes to play.”

His words make your pussy throb but you’re still reeling, both physically and mentally at, the shock from your current position so when your fingers try to rub circles on your clit, they’re shaky and sloppy.

“That’s pathetic. Is this how you do it? No wonder you’re so uptight, you probably never cum huh? Put your fingers inside, I wanna see you stretch your little hole.”

“Dabi I-“

“I won’t ask you to address me properly again. Next time, you’re getting your ass beat.”

“T-Touya-nii. I’ve never… put them inside.” You mumble.

“Never?” He can’t hide the amusement in his voice.

You simply shake your head, unable to meet his gaze.

Fucking jackpot. He thinks.  This is why he loves virgins.

“Oh no. Does the poor baby want her Nii-san to show her how it’s done?” voice dripping with condescension.

You’re horribly ashamed. Disgusted by the whole situation. And yet you find yourself nodding.

Dabi crawls on to your bed, discarding his shirt in the process. Next thing he has you flipped over, ass in the air, lying across his lap.

He spanks you, hard. Like he always does, loud smack echoing through the room. You cry out like you always do but it’s different this time. It’s different because this time you’re naked, on top of him. It’s different because you can feel his hard-on poking into your stomach. It’s different because everything about the situation is making you clench.

He grips the sore, reddened flesh and pulls apart your cheeks to look right at your fluttering hole. His thumb finds your clit and he starts to rub slow circles into it. “I meant what said you know. This is the prettiest fucking cunt I’ve ever seen.” You let out a whine as you feel his warm, wet spit land right on your opening, before Touya slides a long, slender middle finger into your tight pussy. He uses his other hand to hit you again. “You’re a good girl right? What do good girl’s say when they get compliments?”

Your head is spinning from his ministrations, so much so that a verbal response escapes you. You’re too busy bucking your hips against his hand. Dabi snaps you out of your trance with another spank, even harder, so your feel the sting spread across your glute. “Hnnghh… thank you Touya-nii.” He rewards you with his ring finger finding its way inside you as well. “Shit.” You say through gritted teeth. You clench around him trying to adjust to the foreign sensation.

Whack. This time on the other cheek, both burning red by now, you’re sure. “Where’d you learn to talk like that, naughty girl?” The way he’s moving his fingers inside you feels like he’s looking for something, you have no idea what. It’s not unpleasant but uncomfortable. You turn your head back to look at his face. It’s the same face he makes when he’s rolling a joint or playing video games with his friends. He’s concentrating. “Fuck, relax for me princess.” You’re trying. You’re really trying. You take a deep breath, trying to think about anything other than the way you’re being stretched.

Then it hits you. An overwhelming ecstasy, spreading from your groin, all the way down to your toes. You figure out that’s what he’s been looking for.

You find yourself grinding down onto his bulge in an attempt to escape the onslaught of his fingers, but it’s no use, not with the way his thumb is circling your throbbing clit.

“Can’t even take two fingers in this tiny pussy huh? How are you gonna take my cock?” Dabi gives you a third finger and the stretch is officially unbearable.

You can’t do anything but pant in his lap while he holds you down, making sure that you keep still. Suddenly, you realise the gravity of the circumstances you find yourself in. Your step brother is going to fuck you and there’s nothing you can do about it.

“God, please slow down!” You cry out. He keeps hitting that spot over and over. It’s too much. You look back at him with tears in your eyes, pleading for reprieve. The satisfied smile on his face lets you know that he couldn’t care less. You feel an orgasm building, stronger than any that you’ve given yourself.

“No God here, doll. Just the Almighty Dabi. And guess what? He wants you to come for him.”

Even before he finishes his sentence, you’re already convulsing on top of him. For a moment you forget how debauched the situation is. Being debased by a man who you not only despise but are related to. All feelings of shame are replaced by pure, hot bliss that sets your nerves on fire. Dabi does not relent. Not until the please you feel is eclipsed by the pain of oversensitivity and you’re writhing in futile attempt to escape.

Dabi pulls his fingers out of you and wraps his other hand around your neck, dragging you up to face him. He holds his fingers, covered in your cream, right in front of your face. “Messy slut. Clean them.”

Before you can respond the fingers press against your lips. You have no choice but to take them inside your mouth. He grips the back of your head while you lave your tongue over his fingers, sucking off your release. He’s keeps a tension on your strands that makes your scalp sting. It’s a silent warning to keep your eyes on him. You’ve caught on by now that he wants this to be as humiliating as possible for you. As if coming on your step-brother’s fingers weren’t humiliating enough. He shoves his fingers deeper, making you gag around them drool seeping from the corner of your mouth.

“Good girl.” He growls as he wipes his saliva covered fingers dry on your face. Again, you fight back the tears of embarrassment. You won’t give him the satisfaction.

Dabi prompts you with cruel tug on your hair. “Gah! Th-thank you Touya-nii.” You whimper.

“Hmm.” His hands move to your hips and he rolls his hips to grind his hard cock into your core. “You want Nii-san to fuck you now?”

Your bottom lip quivers. Is he giving you an out? You pray to God that Dabi is giving you a way out of this. You doubt God cares about what you want right now but still, you hope he can grant you this one mercy, you’ll make it up to him somehow. You shake your head no. You probably look so pitiful right now, naked on top of Touya while he bucks up against you, your own spit streaked across your face, barely stopping the tears in your eyes from spilling.

“Liar.” He sneers. “You want your big brother to split that virgin hole right open.”

You’re stupid for thinking he would give you a way out. You realise that now. No point in trying not to cry. Nothing is gonna stop him from getting what he wants anyway. You can’t hold back the choked sobs anymore

“Such pretty tears, baby.” Dabi coos at you. “Don’t worry. Nii-san is gonna give you exactly what you want.”

He picks you up off of him and positions you exactly how he wants, on all fours, swollen cunt exposed for him. He kneels behind you and you hear the sounds of him undoing his jeans. You turn your head back, curiosity getting the better of you. Your eyes find Dabi just in time to see him free himself from his boxers, which join his jeans bunched at is knees. The sight makes your eyes go wide. It’s your first time seeing one in real life. Were they supposed to be that big? And… pierced?

He quirks a brow at you, smug look plastered on his face. He strokes himself in front of you, spreading his pre-cum along his shaft. He’s tilts it upwards to make sure you get a good look at the vertical barbell that goes through his tip and three horizontal, parallel bars along the underside. “You look scared. Don’t worry princess, Big brother Dabi’s gonna make it fit.” You feel his tip press against your opening and brace yourself.

You’ve heard stories from your friends. You know the first time hurts but God nothing could have prepared you for this .Touya makes good on his word, sliding his entirely until your pressed right against his pelvis. The scream you let out is ear shattering but you can’t help it, the stretch is excruciating. The way his piercings catch on your walls only, intensifies the burn. You crawl toward your headboard instinctively, it’s too much. Way too much.

He’s not having any of it. Dabi pulls you up to him with a hand wrapped around your throat until your back meets his front. “Shh shh shh. Don’t run baby. You’re gonna take all of it.” He groans right against your ear. Without giving you time to adjust, he begins to thrust into you at a relentless pace. You have no choice but to let him use you.

“Who’s fucking you huh? Who’s making you feel good?”

“My nii-san. Touya-nii is fucking me so good.”

“Yeah fuck. Love this holy pussy” He delivers a harsh smack directly on to your clit, making you quiver in his hold. He laughs at your reaction. “Gonna say a prayer for me babe? I wanna hear it.”

“Huh?” You’re barely lucid, there’s no way you heard him correctly.

“Well you’re a little sinner slut now. You should probably ask for forgiveness. Pray.”

You’re sure you’re beyond salvation now but you submit nonetheless. “Have mercy on me, O God, according to Your unfailing love; according to Your great compassion.” You gasp as he tightens his hand around your throat. “Against You, have I sinned and done what is evil in Your sight. Oh fuck Touya-nii!”

“Bad girl.” Dabi gives you another strike right on your aching clit. “Don’t think God is gonna be very happy with you.” Dabi is though. Dabi’s very happy with you. Your tight, gummy pussy sucks him back in every time he pulls back. It just makes him fuck you harder, he wants to make you scream louder for him.

“Create in me a pure heart, O God, and renew a steadfast spirit within me. Ngggghh Shit. Do not cast me from Your presence or take Your Holy Spirit from me.” You’re sobbing outright, gasping to get air into your constricted throat.

“You gonna cum? My bad girl gonna come for her big brother?” Dabi grunts into your ear.

“Yeah close Touya-nii.”

“Hmm me too.”

“NOT INSIDE TOUYA-NII” You begin to thrash in his arms.

“S’matter princess? Don’t wanna have your big brother’s babies? That’s hurtful.” He snickers. He releases your throat in favour of pressing you into the mattress, large hand resting between your shoulder blades. “Better cum before I do then.”

The ridges of his piercings rub up against that same sweet spot, over and over again. You’re dizzy from the lack of air and absolutely drunk with pleasure on his cock. Pretty much the only thing tethering you to this existence is the unforgiving grip he has on your ass, digging his nails into your flesh. He reaches his hand around to rub your sore, puffy clit. It pushes you over the edge a second time. You feel every muscle contract and relax as the waves of your orgasm wash over you, making you cry out in bliss.

As soon as you come down from your high, Dabi has you flipped on to your back and is straddling your torso. “Keep praying.” He mutters. He furrows his brows, huffing as he jerks off on top of you, eyes focused intently on your gold necklace.

“Restore to me the joy of Your salvation and grant me a willing spirit to sustain me. Then will I teach transgressors Your ways, and sinners will turn back to You. Amen”

“Yeah, fuck that’s it take it baby.” Dabi sprays his come over your chest, aiming his load right on your cross, a symbol of your devotion to Christ, defiled. He looks absolutely euphoric watching the ropes of his hot cum slowly run down onto your nipples and down the valley of your breasts

“Don’t you fucking move.” He pants, catching his breath. He picks up his phone and you hear his camera click. He looks at the picture and smiles. You look absolutely fucked out. Hair disheveled, face red and bloated from crying and completely covered in his load. Yeah a real good, Christian girl. He thinks.

“Dabi! No!” You lunge forward, trying to grab his phone from his hand. Almost effortlessly, Touya shoves you back onto the bed.

“Relax. No one’s gonna see it. Not unless you snitch to mommy and daddy.”

“You promise?” You grab the tissues from your nightstand and wipe yourself clean. The smell lingers though, along with the grimy feeling, seemingly embedded in your skin. You look up at him, sniffling, tears still rolling down your cheeks. If he were better person, he’d take pity on you for being so fucking stupid.

“Promise, little sis.” He shoots you a wink as he tucks himself back into his jeans.

Before he’s left your room he’s already sent the picture to his friend, Shigaraki.

[turquoisea]

Family reunion

Pairing: Dabi/ Fem!Reader

Warnings: Kidnapping, Dub-con, Degradation, Brother/Sister Incest, Manipulation, Guilt-tripping, OOC, Smut

Contains manga spoilers. Minors DNI.

Words: 4130

Synopsis: You was kidnapped while on your way home from work. Turned out your kidnapper was someone you knew.

A/N: I don't own any of the characters. Please read the warnings before continuing and we're gonna jump straight to the scene after (y/n) had been kidnapped (because i was too lazy to write the former part OTL)

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Unable to escape from the kidnapper’s tight rope around your wrists, you helplessly let him carry you to somewhere that looked like an abandoned building. Not like you could exactly tell where it was, given the fact that your eyes had been covered ever since he captured you until you two “arrived” at the destination. Either had you been able to scream or to call for help, “If you decide to be a naughty little girl and make a fuss, or to even let a single person know about this and hinder my work, I can and I will burn your whole workplace while letting your watch every single second of it.” – the kidnapper had threatened, making panic surged within your body; the only thing you could blurt out to answer his “Is that clear?” was a simple “Yes.” Not wanting to involve any of your aquaintances, you decided to keep your mouth shut the entire time. You thought that it was a better idea to wait until you could learn about what he wanted, his motives behind this before trying to escape.

He placed you down on the floor after carrying you into a small room with the action being a little too gentle for a kidnapper, you thought and opened your eyes only to be met with a pair of turquoise gazes, slightly hidden behind his spiky black hair. Those reminded you of Shouto’s left eye color but they had a rather.. captivating effect, making you unable to tear your eyes off them. More like Touya’s eyes – the recollection passing your mind was quickly brushed off, given the harsh reality that Touya has been dead for more than 10 years. You cautiously opened your mouth to ask, still keeping eye contact.

"What do you want?"

“…What do I want?” He repeated the question before slowly taking off his black face mask. The way he did it was deliberate, elegant even, as if he was putting on a show to reveal what’s hidden behind the mask. In front of you was an abnormal façade: Purple skin lied under his eye bags, his lower cheeks and lower lip, all the way down to his collarbone; connected together with the normal parts of the skin by surgical staples. An audible gasp escaped your throat the moment you realized that the man who abducted you was the wanted criminal you saw on TV.

“League of Villains.. You’re.. You’re Dabi…”

“Dabi? Ah yes, people call me that now. But I thought you would recognize me now, you’re my family after all..” He trailed off at the end, as though he was rather hurt by your comment.

“Family? Stop joking now, we don’t even know each other!”

“You sure? Even when you used to call me Touya-nii with that sweet voice of yours?”

“I said stop!! Listen, I have no idea why you know about Touya but he’s not alive anymore, don’t bring him into this!” Your shaking voice resounded with rage. In the past few years you’d partly moved on from your brother’s death, even learned how to stop tearing up whenever someone mentions him. To say you was mad was an understatement, since the kidnapper crossed the line, pulled out those emotions that you’d tried so hard to hide them away. You couldn’t stay calm anymore. This villain and the audacity to even mention Touya, let alone making such an unbearable joke about him.

“(y/n)-chan,” The way he called your name was too familiar “you still have the habit of defending me after all this time.”

“Wh..What.. do you mean?”

“Don’t you remember? You were always there to patch me up every time I went out training on my own. Those nights that distress and hatred consumed me, you were the only one who was willing to give me a shoulder to cry on, to hear me rant about that stupid family. You were the only one who didn’t refuse to look at a “failure” like me while our father focused all his attention on that “masterpiece”. You made me feel like I’m not useless, (y/n)-chan. Sure you haven’t forgotten, right?”

“You’re.. lying.. Touya-nii is..”

“Yes, yes. Everybody thought so.” He interrupted. “But I escaped from the fire and as you can see,” He raised his hand to touch the staples. “I’m still here. If I’d died in that fire, I would have become a ghost, an evil spirit to haunt the hell out of Todoroki Enji.” The explanation ended with a snort.

But not for you, you couldn’t possibly laugh about it the way he did. You were nothing but speechless. The big brother you once thought wasn’t here, could never be here with you anymore was still alive and kicking. Thoughts of how Touya had managed to live since that day started to emerge your mind and probably because of the invisible connection, the blood connection between you two, you could feel his pain, his suffering, the dull ache that never go away in every single staple on his body… It must’ve been hard for a thirteen-year-old child to manage by himself after crawling out of a literal hell, you thought, mouth still agaped with astonishment. Tears neither stopped welling up, nor did they escape your shiny orbs when you looked at him through your blurry vision. You had so many questions to ask, but none of them could be voiced.

“But that’s the story for another day. Now, we have to celebrate the happy reunion of brother and sister, right?” He interrupted your thoughts before slowly approaching you. His tall body hovered over yours, enhancing the feeling of being small and helpless as your hands still being tied behind your back. He gripped your jaw with one hand, the other started to work on the buttons of your shirt while Touya’s slightly chapped lips met your own in a kiss that was soft at first but quickly turned passionate, sloppy with his tongue chasing every corner of your mouth.

“Touya..nii..” You panted between his kisses, trying your best to stop him from doing what you think he was trying to do. “We shouldn’t.. You shouldn’t do this.. We’re siblings..”

“Ah yes, you’re my favorite sibling after all, one more reason why we should do this, right?” His stapled mouth stretched into a huge grin, then he leaned back to take in the view of your body.

“My little sister has grown up.. To be honest, I didn’t have any of these dirty thoughts when we were children but now, I just want to fucking ravish you until all you can think of is me and my cock.”

His dirty talk sent a shiver thorough your body and you started to feel heat coiling up in your core. As if amused, turned on by your reaction, Touya grabbed one of your breasts and gave it a squeeze, causing a soft moan to escape your pump lips.

“What was that? Don’t tell me (y/n)-chan is aroused by her very own brother, hm? I’ve been stalking you for a while, my little sister. ‘Twas hard to find you since you don’t live at that house anymore. Can’t believe behind all those innocent act is a little whore who gets aroused easily by her Touya-nii.” He spat out, specifically emphasized the phrase you used to call him. Blue eyes looking down at you as if you were indeed what he said – a slut waiting to be bred.

“Touya-nii.. Please stop it.. I don’t want this..” Looking up at him through your wet lashes, you said with a whimper, begging him to stop.

Little did you know it had no such effect for Touya. Seeing your vulnerable face in a helpless state only boosted his ego; he felt as if he was the only one you could rely on, the only one who was able to decide your fate and damn, he could never get bored of this.

“What a pity, (y/n)-chan, because I, in fact, DO want this.” Touya murmured between kisses, leaving red spots blossoming all over your breasts, your shoulders, your collarbone. “Don’t you want to make your Touya-nii happy (y/n)-chan? You see, there hadn’t been a single day in which these staples stopped hurting me whenever I move. My tear glands were burned ever since the fire. I couldn’t cry because when I do, it hurts and blood flows out of my eye bags.” His fingers indicated the purple skin underneath his eyes as he continued. “I've lived with emotional numbness ever since. Your big brother doesn't feel anything anymore, (y/n)-chan..” Touya trailed off.

“But you, the only one who didn’t refuse to look at me... Having you here with me really makes me happy, and the kind little sister I know wouldn’t want to take that happiness away from me right?..” Turquoise orbs looked up at you through black strands of hair. As if wavering, as if pleading, as if he was asking you for your consent.

All to hide the fact that he guilt-tripped you into this.

And with him being a quick-witted, perceptive man, Touya’s tactics were never fruitless. He could tell your conscience would be troubled if you’d turned him down, especially when he phrased the words like that. He took advantage of the shocking state you were in, making you feel pity for him and overlook his immoral behaviours.

Touya waited with bated breath, eye contact still maintained.

“I..I want Touya-nii to be happy..” – your reply after a moment of thinking only caused a chuckle to escape his mouth and it’s almost like this was all he had been waiting for, all in his anticipation. This was the exact reaction that Touya wanted and as your best big brother ever, he couldn’t possibly put off anymore without his hands as your bra, nor could he wait any longer to secure this “happiness”.

“Knew my favorite sister would say that.” Touya couldn’t hide his triumphant expression when he quickly made his way down to your skirt, lifting it up so he could see what’s underneath. Gently, he palmed your groin before dragging his middle finger between your clothed slit only to find that your panties was already soaked.

“Oh? I already knew you were a whore behind your innocent façade but didn’t think you would be this shameless.. Tch.” He clicked his tongue. “Getting all nice and wet for your own brother. You said you wanted to make me happy but in truth, you just need to feel nii-san’s cock inside your hole right? Shameless slut.”

You groaned in exasperation and opened your mouth to protest but before you could even say anything, he ripped your white panties apart, making you squirm in awe. The rough pad of his thumb dragged over your clit while his knees spread your legs wide and held them in places. Touya’s finger slowly rubbed your clit in a circular motion and you couldn’t help but wanting more of those frictions, your hips involuntarily bucked forward.

“I was going to eat my favorite little sister out, but it seems like you can’t wait any longer huh? Look at this little pussy..” He said while using his index and middle finger to swipe at your entrance, gathering your juices on them, his eyes didn’t miss the way it clenched around nothing. “You must be so, so desperate to feel anything inside your pathetic hole, right? Will my fingers be enough to satisfy it?”

“Touya-nii..”

“Don’t be vague, (y/n)-chan. Sure you don’t want to hump a pillow like a dumb slut with her hands still tied while watching me masturbate to the sight of you right? Because if you don’t use your words now, I might let us do that for real.”

“Please, Touya-nii, I don’t want to! I want.. to be filled up by you instead..”

Upon hearing your words, Touya started palming the large bulge of his pants before unzipping the fermeture, gently pulled his boxer down to show you what’s underneath. Your eyes widened at the sight of Touya’s veiny cock. It was not as big as what you usually see on movies (not that you don’t know the porn industry isn’t anywhere near realistic), but rather thin and long as it was hard, practically throbbing in his palm whenever he stroked the shaft. However, what made you surprise was the shiny Prince Albert piercing located on the glans, signaling a hard time in the near future for your cervix.

Seeing your face expression only made Touya’s smirk grew wider and he looked like the cat that got the cream when he continued making you use more of your words, making you beg for his cock.

“And you want to be filled by what?”

As hesitant as you were after seeing his cock piercing, the way his fingers ignited sparkles of fire inside your core had your pride, your uncertainty wavering. You’d rather be fucked until your mouth can’t even form a coherent sentence than be left naked and needy while watching him masturbates until he cums anywhere that’s not inside your pussy. So you used your words, like a good girl should.

“By your cock, Touya-nii! I want you to fuck me hard!”

“Sure thing, my cute little slut.” He cooed. “Who am I to refuse to give my sister what she needs? I’m a good brother after all.”

And as a “good” brother he was, Touya even slide his fingers inside your wet pussy to prepare you for his cock. Despite having a fire quirk like your father, his fingers were cold and were only warmed up by the heat inside your core. They smoothly pumped into you, scissored you open, sometimes even curled up on purpose only to slightly brush against your soft spot, leaving you wanting more. His other hand found its way again on your clit, rubbing and circling along with his continuous fingering until you were nothing but a moaning mess, begging for your release.

He decided that he’d prepared you enough and retreat his fingers just before you could reach your climax. You whimpered loudly when he took the orgasm away from you, legs instantly wrapped around his hips to pull him closer. You had never felt this touch-starved before and all you could think of was only your Touya-nii, his captivating blue gazes, his touch, his voice and his pierced cock that somehow fits perfectly on his slim but toned body. You needed to feel him and you clumsily rubbed your pussy against Touya while trying to break free from the ropes tying your wrists together. But all that you could do wasn’t near enough so you looked up at him with pleading eyes.

“Touya-nii.. Please.. Please give me your cock.. I can’t take it anymore, I need your cock inside me..”

“Fine, since you asked so nicely.” Touya sneered as if he wasn’t the one who purposefully denied your orgasm before holding his cock, rubbing the swollen red tip at your entrance, feeling your juices mixing with beads of his precum then thrusted it all the way in. You both winced the moment you and your brother became one: you from the depth that his cock could go and him from the way your walls clenched around it.

“(y/n)-chan.. Your little pussy feels so tight.. Not that I mind how many people you slept with but damn.. This pussy's a keeper for sure..” Sighing with a shaky voice, he pulled out slowly only to slam back in ruthlessly. His hands used the dagger from before to release your aching wrists then started to rub small circles on them as if to soothe the pain. With your hands now free from bound, you wrapped them around Touya’s neck to pull him even closer, your lips moved under his to meet them in a kiss.

"Touya-nii.. Please move.." After a moment long enough for your pussy to stretch to his size, you broke from the passionate kiss to whisper to him; your tongue softly licked his lower lip, feeling the rough texture while your pussy clenched around his cock. You lifted your hips, inviting your big brother to bury his hot member deeper into you.

"Eager, aren't we?" To your plea, he only chuckled before moving his hand to grab a handful of your tits, squeezing the soft mound, toying with your swollen nipple. "Your wish is my command, my baby sister. Nii-san's going to make you feel really good now." His voice sounded so sensual when he moved his mouth close to your ear, whispered honeyed-words then nibbled at your earlobe, causing you to clench your pussy even more.

Touya's hands traveled down to grab both of your asscheeks, held them tightly in their places before he started thrusting his pulsing cock. "So good.. Touya-nii.." You moaned in rhythm with his hips whenever he bottomed out inside you; his cock piercing rubbed your walls every time he moved. The friction felt heavenly that you could feel your legs started to shake as if you couldn't control them anymore. He was different. His cock was different from anything you'd ever experienced. Touya filled you up so well, both physically and emotionally, making you feel good, feel loved, making tears well up in your eyes.

He let your legs rest on his shoulders as he continued claiming your pussy to himself, each thrust was hard and deep 'til the point that Touya's tip touched your cervix whenever he sheathed his full length in you. It hurt, but it hurt so good that not only did you not want it to stop, you wanted more and more of him, you wanted to indulge longer in this sinful pleasure.

"Fuck.. You're so tight around me.." He groaned as his pace became faster. A hand retreated from under you to hover above your neglected clit before he started stroking it softly, rubbing back and forth, drawing repeated circles onto your bundle of nerves.

Touya didn't leave anywhere on your body untouched: your tits, your belly, your inner thighs, your asscheeks, your clit, your core. His name fell out of your lips between heated moans like prayers and the pleasure kept building up that you felt like you're about to burst into bliss. Everything was so intense and you started to you wonder, is it because he denied your orgasm before or because his cock could actually bring you heaven? Those thoughts crossed your mind but you didn't know the answer. He'd fucked you dumb and now you couldn't think of anything else other than him and the tension deepening in your lower belly.

"Touya-nii.. 'M wanna cum.. Please.. Please let me cum.." You whined when you felt like you couldn't take it anymore, afraid that he would deny it again if you don't beg.

"Cum on my cock baby, let me feel you. And you should be.. Fuck.. grateful that I let you do it.." He didn't stop his assault on your clit as he railed you hard and fast, his thrust grew sloppier when your pussy clamped down on him. Wet noises echoed in the abandoned building along with your whines and the moans that Touya tried to hold back.

"Thank you.. Thank you Touya-nii.. for letting me cum.." was all you managed to choke out before you threw your head back, eyes squeezed shut causing tears of pleasure to fall out and your pussy clenched around him as you released your pent-up pressure.

"Attagirl, nii-san loves you.. Gonna officially mark you now, 'mkay? Gonna breed this little sister's pussy, gonna fill you up with my cum and put a baby in you.." Touya leaned over to whisper into your open mouth, planting chaste kisses all over your face while sloppily humping your body like an animal. You could feel him burry himself deep inside you when his brows furrowed and he muttered "Fuck" before Touya came inside your pussy. His thick ropes were hot as they spilled into your womb, painting your walls with his colour.

A moment passed with nothing but pants as you both tried to regain your breaths. You closed your eyes, basking in the afterglow with his cock still plugged in when you heard the clicking sound of a camera. Your eyes immediately shot open only to find Touya holding his phone in hand.

"Touya-nii.. Did you just.." You warily asked.

"Oh? Did I forget to tell you?" Touya casually looked up from his phone, a smirk tugged at the corner of his stapled mouth and he suddenly looked so strange, as if the person in front of you and the one who just came inside you was two different people.

"You see, there are two possible ways to completely break Todoroki Enji." He began explaining, his voice distant. "One, is to kill his masterpiece Shouto right in front of him by the own hands of his 'failure'."

"And two," His eyes locked with you as his smirk grew wider. "is to let him see his pure little angel being corrupted by the abandoned son." Touya finished his short speech, his hips pulled back so his now limp cock fell out of you with a wet pop. White cum slowly dripped out of your used pussy, all captured by the camera again.

You could see the flame of anger burning in his eyes when he mentioned your father's name and the tone of disgust in his voice when he spoke lowly of himself. There were so many problems that you didn't know where to begin with. All you could do was hang your mouth open, speechlessly watched him typing something on the phone.

"There, all done." Touya cheerfully informed. "Don't worry a thing, my baby sister, no one will get to keep those pictures except for me. I sent them to the old man using Vanish Mode, he'll see them for a few seconds before they disappear forever, just like how his little angel vanish from his life. Oh how I wish I could see his expression when he opens my messages."

You were absolutely stunned. You never thought your dead brother was able to come out alive, let alone to even have a detailed plan to destroy your father's mentality. There were so many things that your mind couldn't process in an instant.

"So you.. So you fucked me just for this?.." Your voice came out shakier than you expected. Your hands unconsciously moved to cover yourself as you hugged your own body, the world starting to crumble in your eyes.

"Partly, yes. But I wasn't lying when I said I love you." Touya planted a soft kiss on your forehead.

"E-Enough with all of this. I'm going home!" You raised your voice and wriggled out of his touch.

"Can't let you do that (y/n)-chan. The world doesn't know me as Touya, you're the first, the honorable one. Can't risk you leaking my secret right? And I plan to torture old man's mind repeatedly with more images of you, just like how he projected everything onto me when I was young." He tilted his head and laughed, and suddenly you couldn't tell whether his laughter was genuine or was an act of mockery. Probably both.

"Besides, I'm a little.. disappointed that my favorite sister actually wants to part so, so soon, especially when we just had a rather.. emotional family reunion, no?" His mood seemed to light up as he continued speaking.

"What.. do you mean by that? Just let me go already! I promise I won't tell anyone!" Tears started to form in your eyes as you slowly realized what the man meant. You were uncomfortable with the room's atmosphere; it's overwhelming you and you didn't want to stay any longer. You looked behind him, trying to figure out an escape path.

"Now, if you wanted to go so badly," - your actions couldn't escape his perceptive eyes - "I'm gonna escort you to a better place, 'mkay? They're gonna track down this place soon enough since I texted him with my phone. But don't you worry, nii-san won't let anyone hurt you, my (y/n)."

Touya had an almost-innocent smile when he approached you with his arms open, as if waiting for you to give him a hug. You backed away, but as stubborn as this Capricorn man was, he still wrapped his arms around you.

Ever since your childhood, Touya's body was warm, Touya's embrace was always comforting. But now, everything he did chilled you to the bone, making you start to shake uncontrollably. Suddenly you felt a sharp prick on your skin; followed by your consciousness slowly slipping away. Your vision started to grow blurry and all you heard before you drifted off was his voice, whispering to your ear.

"Now we won't be alone anymore."

The End.

A/N 2: I hope you enjoyed it! English isn't my first language so please be gentle with me QwQ. Thanks for reading!

[bloody-roses00]

Jealousy

Stepbro!Shigaraki x Reader

Quirkless AU

Word Count: 2.1k

Warning - dark content below: NSFW, Noncon, Incest (stepcest), Masturbation, Panty Sniffing, Slut-Shaming, Breeding Kink, Jealousy, Yandere

Summary: While your parents are away, Stepbrother Shigaraki decides to teach you a much-needed lesson.

"And where exactly are you going?" Shigaraki questions, setting down his controller after pausing the game. Piercing red eyes looking you up and down, he glares, his lips curling into a snarl as he notices the skimpy outfit you have on.

He hates how short the skirt is, showing off your fleshy thighs, and he detests the way the sweetheart crop top hugs your breasts. But most of all, he despises the fact that you're not wearing it for him.

You look at him in surprise, eyes wide and lips apart as you stammered, "O-oh, Touya's taking me out on a date tonight."

Shigaraki scowled at the mention of your boyfriend. He despised everything about the arrogant bastard you called your boyfriend. Shigaraki knew he didn't like Touya the first time he laid eyes on him. Shigaraki couldn't stand him, hating the way Touya's arm wrapped around your waist with a cocky smirk that Shigaraki wanted to wipe right off his face. He wasn't good for you; Shigaraki was sure about that. But, you didn't see it that way, instead claiming your stepbrother was merely being overprotective. So naive you were, didn't you know guys like Touya only wanted one thing?

You seem to notice his scowl, furrowing your brows as you complained, "Don't do that."

"Don't do what?" Shigaraki asks, quirking an eyebrow.

You point a finger in his face, "Don't make that face," crossing your arms, continuing, "I know you don't like Touya for whatever reason, but you don't know him like I do, so you have no right to judge him."

He rolls his eyes, scoffing, "Yeah, whatever. Just go on your stupid date." You click your tongue, turning to head out the door, slamming it behind you without so much as a goodbye. Shigaraki swears underneath his breath, returning his attention to his game, anything to get his mind off of you.

However, Shigaraki can't focus; and it's 45 minutes later after his sixth death in a row that he throws the controller aside, itching and clawing at his neck. He can't ignore the growing tent in his pants any longer, the strain of his hardening cock unbearable. With one thing on his mind, he stands, walking to your shared bathroom.

Fishing through the pile of clothes in the laundry hamper, Shigaraki smirking triumphantly as he pulls out a pair of your used panties. Flopping down onto his bed, he marvels at your used panties, loving the pink lace, so cute.

Bunching up your panties, he presses the dainty fabric against his nose. Drinking in your sweet scent, he pants, his long fingers fumbling for the fly of his jeans.

Freeing his aroused member, he releases a shaky breath as he palms himself. Slowly, he begins stroking his shaft up and down, precum already oozing from the swollen head. His imagination soon takes over, his perverted thoughts all around you, his adorable imouto-chan. Shigaraki wonders what you would do if you found him in such an obscene state, your lacy panties in one hand and his dick in the other. Would you turn a blind eye to it, pretending as if it never happened? Would you be disgusted by him, never being able to look him in the eye again? Or maybe you'd want to punish your perverted nii-san, straddling his face as you ride him, coming undone before his very eyes.

'Nii-san, it feels so good.' you moaned, panting heavily as his tongue explores your innermost crevices.

'Please, nii-san, I-I need more.' you begged, bucking your hips against his face, your eyes rolling back as the pleasure builds in your core.

'I love you, nii-san!' you cried as you reached your peak, fingers tangling his white locks as you rode out your orgasm, thighs quivering.

Shigaraki knows deep down it's wrong; that what he's doing is depraved. He shouldn't feel this way towards his little stepsister, but he can't help it. Rubbing your panties across his engorged cock, his hips stutter as he fucks your panties to the thought of you. It's not long before he finds his release, collapsing onto the bed, panting as he looks at your soiled panties, now coated with his sticky seed.

It's only a few minutes later that Shigaraki hears the open and close of the front door, followed by faint footsteps creeping past his door. Odd, usually when you came home from your little dates, you'd be giggling like an obnoxious schoolgirl.

Sitting up from his bed, he pads over to your room. He doesn't even think to knock, the door slightly ajar. His eyes widen when he barges in, catching you midway through undressing, in the process of tugging off your skirt, clad in only your white bra and matching panties. But that's not what catches his attention. No, it's the fresh, red marks that paint your skin, lining your collarbone down to your inner thighs. Knowing just who gave you those hickeys, his blood boils, quickly narrowing the distance between the two of you.

You notice his intruding presence all too late, covering yourself with your arms the best you can as you screamed, "Get out!" However, Shigaraki has no such plans. He advances towards you, quickly caging you against the wall, vermillion eyes sharp as he stares you down. You attack him, hitting him in the chest, as you yell, "What the hell, Shigaraki; I said get out!"

He ignores your pathetic attempt at self-defense, unbudging as he seizes your wrists, pinning your arms above you as you yelp in pain from his tight grip.

"You. little. slut." Shigaraki seethes, one hand leaving your wrists, painfully gripping your chin, forcing you to look him in the eye.

With tears pricking your eyes, you sniffle, begging, "You're hurting me. Please, just let me go."

Shigaraki cackles, a sick grin on his face as he rasps, "Let you go? You really think I'd let you go?" his eyes darkening, "No, bad girls like you need to be taught a lesson."

Before you can even protest, he's slamming his lips into yours, his tongue down your throat. It feels like an eternity has passed before he pulls away, allowing you to catch your breath, panting. The look of disgust is evident on your face as you wipe your lips, desperate to erase any trace of his lips on yours. Taking advantage of your distraction, Shigaraki grabs you by your hair, pulling you towards your bed, pushing you onto the mattress.

You attempt to bolt from him, but Shigaraki is all too quick to push you back onto the bed, pinning you underneath him. With teary eyes, you whimper, "P-Please, don't do this. This is wrong; you're my stepbrother."

Shigaraki smirks, "That just makes it hotter, imouto-chan."

With that, his lips are on yours once again, his hands groping your breasts, tweaking your nipples. His lips move down from your lips to your neck, nipping and sucking at the already tender flesh. You bite your lip to try and silence your moans, but Shigaraki notices, halting his assault on your neck, "Ah ah, I want to hear you moan for your nii-san."

With lust-filled eyes, Shigaraki pulls up your bra, licking his lips as he takes in the sight of your exposed breasts. You gasp as his wet tongue laps at one of your nipples, taking it into his mouth, twirling it around. He doesn't forget about your other breast, teasing it by rolling the hardened bud between his fingers. After a few moments, he switches his attention to your other breast, giving it the same treatment as he did the other.

His mouth leaves your breast with a pop, positioning his knee between your legs, spreading them wide. Ridding himself of his jeans, Shigaraki palms himself through the fabric of his boxers, watching you with half-lidded eyes. His free hand travels to your underwear, fingers tracing over your slit. Upon finding your panties damp with your juices, he smirks in satisfaction, "Looks like you're enjoying this as much as me."

Shaking your head, your face flushes with embarrassment. Shigaraki clicks his tongue, chiding you, "No one likes a liar, imouto-chan; besides, your body's saying just the opposite."

However, when Shigaraki begins to peel away your panties, you fight back against him, pushing against his chest. Eyes wide with fear, you plead to your stepbrother, "Please, nii-chan, I'm tired; can't we just cuddle?" He sees right through your lie, knowing that you're just trying to find a way out of this, to buy yourself some time.

Cupping your face, he brushes away a few tears that stray from your eyes, trying to comfort you, "Don't worry, imouto-chan, I'll make you feel good. Now just lay back and enjoy yourself."

With your head lying back on his pillow, you clench your fists, sniffling as he successfully peels off your panties. He makes a mental note to save them to add to his collection. Freeing his erect cock from the confines of his boxers, he feels you tense below him, your eyes widening at the view of the pale pink organ.

Rubbing his inflamed cock up and down, he lines himself up with your entrance, teasing your slit by rubbing the rounded tip against your folds. Slowly entering you, Shigaraki hisses at your tightness, your velvety walls contracting against him. Squeezing your eyes shut, you tightly grip onto the sheets below you as tears fall down your cheeks.

As he bottoms out inside you, Shigaraki groans, allowing you time to adjust. You were made for him, your walls fitting around him perfectly. Kissing your tears away, he begins gently rocking his hips. "Fuck." he murmurs, his eyes watching as his cock is swallowed up by your cunt, your stomach bulging with the imprint of his dick. Repositioning himself, he throws your legs over his shoulders, giving better access to your gummy hole. As he begins pounding into you, you can't contain yourself any longer, moaning as he thrusts into you.

"That's it, baby sis, let it all out for big brother." Shigaraki praises, his lips latching onto your sensitive breast. Wanting to excite more of those noises from you, his hand wanders to your clit, rubbing the nub with his thumb. He accomplishes just that as you are overcome with the pleasure flooding you, throwing your head back as you mewl.

You're a mess, creaming on your stepbrother's cock, eyes glazed over as you're being dicked down. You're his mess, Shigaraki muses; no one else can have you. But the love bites that cover your body tell him otherwise, and he just...he needs to know.

"Tell nii-san who owns this slutty pussy." Shigaraki grunts, his balls slapping against your ass as he picks up the pace. You shake your head back and forth, your lips pressed into a tight line as you refuse to answer him.

Stubborn little brat.

"Don't make me repeat myself," Shigaraki growls, his length nearly pulling out of you before slamming back in. This action causes you to squeal, Shigaraki doing it over and over again.

He hardly even hears it at first, your voice low and riddled with shame. "What was that?" He questions, Shigaraki showing your hole no mercy, pummeling into you with such brutality.

You have a conflicted look on your face, your lips wavering as you remain silent.

"Hmm, no answer, that's too bad; guess I'll just have to cum inside then." His statement gets an immediate reaction out of you, your hands pressed against his chest in protest.

"No! Not inside! Wait, I'll say it!" You urged, his threat working just as planned.

Shigaraki quirks an eyebrow, waiting for your response as he quickens his pace, the tip of his cock kissing the entrance to your womb.

You're nearing your end too, it seems, he can feel your walls beginning to suck him in.

"Nii-san does! Nii-san owns my pussy!" you wail, Shigaraki's hips stuttering as your walls clamp down on him, the two of you climaxing together.

He collapses on the bed beside you, watching as your chest rapidly rises and falls. On your face, a look of betrayal as you feel the warmth of his seed deep inside you.

Tears pool in your eyes, stammering as you tried not to break down, "Y-You came inside...but you promised-"

Shigaraki cuts you off with a short kiss to your lips, pulling away with a mischievous grin, "You said I own your pussy, didn't you? So that means I can do whatever I want with it. Right, imouto-chan?"

And what better way to show he owned you than to have you swollen with his child?

[whumperooni]

Hi! I just wanted to say your scenarios are the best! (specially w/ the Todoroki-family). But imagine the youngest of the Todoroki is lactating (a side effect of the birt control meds she's taking) What the family would probably do 👉👈 have a nice day😚

I’m digging this out of my inbox because I’m thinkin’ about Them again ♡

Also, I had no idea that birth control could make you lactate! That was definitely something interesting to learn c:

tags/warnings: tw incest, nursing, breeding kink, aged up characters

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“Nii-san...nii-san, I- I need to go home.”

Shoto blinks, frowning, and looks over to find you with tears in your eyes and panic all over your face, your jacket wrapped tight around your trembling form. He looks around, trying to find the source of your upset, but the store is as quiet as it was when the two of you had walked in- no threats in sight, no crowds to overwhelm you.

His brows furrow and he looks back to you just in time to catch the way you sniffle and drop your head, the way you bite your bottom lip as it wobbles.

“...let’s go.”

Relief washes over you in an instant- shoulders relaxing but your jacket still held tight around your body. You scuttle closer to him and Shoto wraps his arm around your waist, herds you outside with a frown still lingering on his face.

It’s only when the two of you are safely in the privacy of the car that you let the jacket loosen and it’s then that Shoto realizes what had you so upset.

The front of your shirt is soaked through- thin fabric clinging to your chest and nipples poking out in hard little peaks, milky droplets beading through the shirt.

Ah, this again.

Shoto swallows as he runs his gaze over you, grips the steering wheel tight as you hopelessly swipe at your chest with some napkins in an effort to dry yourself off. It’s useless, of course, and there’s a small trace of pity that runs through him whenever you sniffle and pout.

This is the second time this week that this has happened. Something to do with your new birth control and your hormones- you’ve started to lactate semi-frequently and it’s been...

Well. Shoto didn’t realize he was into that sort of thing until it started happening. He’s not sure how to feel about it, but even still he can’t help but to harden at the sight, lick his lips as you whine softly.

“I’m sorry, Shoto-nii...”

Soft, embarrassed- the words do nothing except to make him grip the steering wheel harder, take a deep breath as his cock throbs in his slacks.

“You have nothing to apologize for,” he mutters- eyes glued to your chest, fingers twitching with the urge to reach out and touch you, squeeze your breasts and get more of that milk flowing.

“It hurts, nii-san,” you whine. “Don’t like it...”

Of course you don’t. He’s sure that most people wouldn’t enjoy going through this.

Still, though, the rest of the family enjoys it- Enji has already shot down your plea to change birth control and Natsuo has reassured you that it’s perfectly safe, Touya’s gotten more than used to sucking at your breasts after he’s smoked, and both Rei and Fuyumi have been so enthusiastic when it’s come to helping you relieve the strange pressure and discomfort that you shouldn’t be experiencing.

Shoto’s been happy to help, too.

He wants to help you right now, actually.

It’s a small blessing that his windows are tinted so dark, that he’s parked in a secluded little corner with no one around.

Shoto glances around and then he focuses his attention back onto you, takes off his seatbelt and leans over, runs his hand up your soft thigh.

“Let me help,” he mutters- cheeks a little flushed, fingers digging into your leg.

Obediently, you lift up your shirt for him and pull down your bra- the lace of it sticking to you and made sheer for the milk leaking from your nipples, your chest so very wet as he leans over and nuzzles into your skin.

You’re so warm, so soft. Something about the scent of the milk covering your breasts is nostalgic, but he tries not to think about it too much- can’t think about it, really, whenever he gently suckles your nipple between his lips and laves his tongue across.

You whimper, quietly, and your hand finds his hair, starts to pet over it in a way that has his eyes closing and his shoulders relaxing, a soft sigh exhaling out against you.

You taste so good, feel so nice. Shoto loves the tiny noises that sound from you as he nurses your breasts, loves the way your back arches and your chest presses more firmly against him as he drinks down the milk leaking from you.

He wonders if his mother’s milk ever tasted so sweet.

He wonders if your milk will taste like this once one of them has bred you or if it’ll change.

The thought has him humming and that has you mewling- tiny fingers curling into his hair before carding through, your legs spreading so he can rub at your cunt as he suckles at your breasts.

“Oh, Shoto-nii...that feels so much better...”

Shoto smiles at the sighed out words and he opens his eyes to view the soft smile on your face, the way your lashes flutter and your lips part with a quiet moan.

You’re such a good little sister, so sweet.

He can’t wait until the day he makes you a mother.

Smiling, Shoto nurses at your breast- uncaring if anyone does wander by and so eager to get you home, fill you up and give your body a real reason to ruin a thousand dollar shirt in the middle of a Prada boutique.

[thedevilsfamiliar]

Villain Deku: hey Shoto! I’m here to kidnap you.

Shoto, confused:... um. Midoriya? I’m not Bakugo.

Villain Deku, nodding along and holding rope in his hands: I know. I’m here for you.

Shoto, eyeing the rope warily:... if I come peacefully you won’t tie me up?

Villain Deku, blinking and shrugging: yeah that works. C’mon. Kurogori is waiting for us.

Shoto, internally: Bakugo is going to kill me.

—————

Katsuki, in his own room, glancing at the time with a frown: its 4PM on a Friday- where the hell is the damn nerd? *fingers tapping*

Text message from Shitty Hair

Shitty hair [4:19pm]: Bakubro! Come downstairs- Aizawa-sensei just informed us that Midoriya kidnapped Todoroki!

Katsuki, staring at the message before letting out an enraged yell: HE DID WHAT?!

———————

Shoto, drinking his milkshake, glancing at Dabi before focusing back on Midoriya: so why exactly am I here?

Villain Deku: simple! Kacchan told me to stop chasing him so now I’m gonna start chasing you~

Dabi, squinting at the Brocoli: I do not approve, Deku.

Villain Deku, turning around to stick his tongue out at Dabi: good thing I don’t need the approval of a DEAD MAN.

Shoto, not able to connect any dots:... so you want to be friends? *sips milkshake*

Shigaraki:

Toga:

Twice:

Mr. Compress:

Spinner:

Dabi, face palming with a sigh: no, Shoto-

Villain Deku, bouncing on his seat: yes! I would love to be friends, Shoto-Kun!

Katsuki, bursting through the wall with a yell: GET YOUR PAWS OFF HIM ICY THOT!

Shigaraki, flailing and dropping Father from his face: hey! We got that fixed yesterday-! Ah-!

Katsuki, blasting the hand man away and focusing only on Izuku: you left me waiting just so you could kidnap this fucker?! Huh?! Why the fuck did you kidnap him?

Villain Deku, absolutely drinking in Katsuki’s attention: oh~

Dabi, seeing Shoto’s eminent demise in the future: ah. That’s my bad. I asked Deku to bring him here. Forgot about your scheduled date.

Katsuki, choking on nothing: d-DATE?!

Villain Deku, glancing over to Dabi with a raised eyebrow before focusing back on Katsuki: sorry Kacchan~ I would’ve told you but y’know. You blocked me from social media.

Katsuki scowls, watching Dabi grab Shoto and BOOK it:... tch. Don’t go kidnapping others, dumbass.

Villain Deku, preening: aw~ I won’t, Kacchan. Let’s go on a date~ oh wait- I forgot to give Shoto-kun my phone number-

Katsuki, grabbing Izuku’s hand and dragging him out: no. We’re going on a date now. Forget about the icy thot bastard.

——————

Shoto, being carried by Dabi like he’s a naughty dog:...

Dabi, grumbling under his breath: I’m dropping you off at Natsuo’s. Like hell I’m leaving you alone with Endeavor.

Shoto glances up, taking in the others cold blue eyes:... thank you, Touya.

Dabi, clenches his jaw: tch. Brats. Stay away from Deku, idiot. That’s just asking for trouble.

Shoto, letting out an amused sound: I don’t think I’ll be able to get rid of him, Nii-san.

Dabi, under his breath: THATS what I’m afraid of.

[katsushika-division]

It was later in the day on a certain arsonist's birthday when Rintaro Himura heard a knock on the door to the garage, well, a knock was putting it mildly, it was more like a loud pounding on the door that caused him to stomp up to the entrance and rip open the door, ready to curse out whoever was on the other side only to stop short when he caught sight of Kobe's very own wolf boy, Max Soukoku.

Said boy was staring at Rintaro with his usual emotionless expression while holding a medium size crate, he shifted slightly to hold the crate out to him. "Rintaro...happy birthday..."

The bomber sighed but moved aside to let his pseudo little brother inside. "God fucking dammit, Max. Don't knock so fucking loud, you'll bring the door and probably this whole fucking house down." Despite the scolding, Rintaro couldn't help but ruffle the brunette's hair, Max only taking it all in stride before yet again presenting the crate.

Raising an eyebrow but nonetheless taking it, Rintaro went up to one of the work benches in the garage and set it on the table, rummaging through the drawer of tools, he fished out a crowbar and with no effort, pried the crate open revealing...

...a whole bunch of M-80s inside.

"What the fuck." Rintaro blinked before turning back to Max with a look that said 'explain'. Max shuffled closer and pointed at the crate. "Gift."

"Yeah, I know it's a fucking gift, Max, what I wanna know is how the ever loving fuck you managed to get these."

Max's eyes glazed over as if he was reliving a memory...or a nightmare from how his eyebrows furrowed before blinking slowly once, twice, before answering. "...favor...don't worry...about...it..."

Before Rintaro could question him even more, the door burst open once again, this time revealing his teammate, Touya Kisaragi.

"MAX-CHAN!!!" The effeminate serial killer squealed before taking hold of Max's arm and started pulling the young boy towards the door. "C'mon, Max-chan! I wanna show you all my new toys!!"

"Oi, Touya, wait-"

The door promptly slammed shut, signaling the end of the unfinished conversation.

Happy Birthday Rintaro! 🧡

“...How?” Akari questioned as she noticed her older brother with one of the M-80s in his hands having just entered the garage. 

“Max,” Rintaro snorted a small fond smile on his face. He threw the explosive at Akari who easily caught it. “Surprised the shit out of me when I opened the crate he gave me.” 

‘Uh huh,” Akari placed her hand on her hip throwing the bomb in the air with her other one, “And how did Max get them? Cause we can easily make some but I don’t think Max can do the same unless he’s been hiding some chemistry skills somewhere.” 

“Only said it was a favor when Touya stole him away before I could ask for more,” Rintaro shrugged his shoulders. “Besides the look on his face when I asked tells me that it’s not a can of worms I want to open.”

“Ah. Skeleton in the closet?”

“Wouldn’t doubt it.”

“We know a thing or two about that don’t we Rin-nii?” 

“You, Me, Touya, and the Old Man. We’ve all got skeletons in our closets,” Rintaro ruffled his sister’s hair who smiled at the affectionate gesture. “But that’s what makes Max fit in with us. Well, that and the trail of fucking bodies.”

“Of course, he fits in. We’re Death Row Block the Division Rap Battle’s bloodiest team.”  

[fuwushiguro]

Ah thanks for the reblog darling!! Also floch is sexy in the way they he would just be completely at your mercy forever clearly he's a dickrider other than that I dislike him can't forget what he did to onyakopon like that was too much

Me fighting for my life trying to remember what Floch did to Onyakopon (I’m a bit behind on the anime and I remember nothing from the manga lmfao)

But ofc Ur welcome I loved it!! Love a Touya-nii moment 😋

[secondhand-trash]

Ok but big brother Touya making you sit on his face while telling him he is the best big brother & that you only love him, & will only ever love him

(Tw: incest undertones)

Warning: face sitting, spanking

“Nii- nii-chan...”

Your voice came out as a squeal as Touya dragged you across his face with his strong hold on your hips. His lips were hot and with each roll of your hips you felt the pleasure that sparked through your veins with the skillful flicks of his tongue.

“Good girl...” he muttered, his turquois eyes not once leaving your face. You were so cute, his cute little sister, with your eyes fighting to stay open (as he instructed, he loved seeing your glassy eyes tearing up as he toys with your body) and your tongue threatening to loll out. You could feel the vibration of his voice as he mumbled, his chuckling as you shook on top of his face made your toes curl.

“Are you close, babygirl?”

“Y-yes nii-chan.” You whimpered, desperate to please as he held you still. The coil in your stomach threatening to snap if he didn’t give you some sort of friction anytime sooner.

He seemed to be satisfied with your receptiveness, but he wanted more. He wanted to hear more from you. “But why should nii-chan let you cum?”

You knew what he wanted to hear, and your foggy mind was happy to comply to every request of your older brother as long as it meant his will put his lips back on your again.

“Because I love nii-chan...” you hissed as he swirled his tongue around your clit, holding it there as a sign for you to go on, “and only nii-chan- ah!”

You threw your head back as he slid his tongue inside of your folds, his hands gripping the soft flesh of your ass as he slowly fucked you on the wet muscle.

“Touya nii-” you just wanted him to keep going as the ogling pleasure clouded your mind, your words were incoherent as they fell from your trembling lips, “is the best brother- nmph, and I... I-”

You clenched at the loud smack that landed on your rear, the pain making you more eager than before.

“You mean it when you say you’ll only love nii-chan, right? Lying girls don’t get to come.”

“Yes nii-chan,” you nearly cried as he picked up the pace of his tongue, “only you! Only you forever..”

He smiled.

“Good girl.”

[addercharmer]

Izumi has scoped out this park before, once she had figured out that it was where Rei took the Todoroki children. She had worried about how to not appear like some sort of creeper. 

"Hurry dad!" Keigo shouted from where he was dragging Izumi the last few feet to the grass that surrounded the play equipment. 

Izumi tripped over her own two feet at Keigo already calling Nezu 'dad'. Izumi dropped Keigo's hand so she wouldn't pull him to the ground with her. 

Gentle hands catch Izumi by the shoulders. "Careful there dear." A woman's voice says softly in her ear, as Izumi is placed back on her feet. 

"Ahhhh, thank you." Izumi yelps, turning as best she can to bow. Hands are on her shoulders again pushing her into standing again. 

"Please don't." The woman is saying as she pushes. 

"Izumi, is everything okay?" Nezu asks as he makes his way from where he had been talking to Keigo. 

"Yea dad." Izumi says at the same time Rei gasps.

"Nezu-san" Rei starts bowing and it's Izumi's turn to stop her. 

"Todoroki-san, it has been many years." Nezu greets Rei, both him and Izumi catch the flinch at the use of the last name. 

"Hello, I'm Nezu Izumi, my new little brother is around here somewhere too." Izumi says softly with a small smile on her lips. 

"NEE-CHAN! SHŌ-NII IS HERE WITH SOME CRAZY!" Keigo's scream cuts through the air making both females jump. 

"I guess he's over there, excuse me for a moment. I will bring the others to introduce themselves." She tells the two adults and sprints to where she thought Keigo was. 

"But he's so cute Shō. I want to take him home with me and never let him go!" Izumi hears Nemuri saying as she gets closer. 

"Put down the rosefinch or Izumi is gonna make you hurt for scaring him." Shōta says as he catches Izumi's gaze. 

Izumi crouches a little lower so she will be able to take out Nemuri's knees, she trusts Shōta to catch Keigo before he's hurt. 

When she makes contact between her right shoulder and the back of Nemuris knees she stands from her crouch making the purple haired girl throw Keigo and scream like she's being murdered and she's flipped over Izumi head and lands with a heavy this. 

"Little rosefinch!" Izumi calls to Keigo as she barrels into Keigo and Shōta, her hands are fluttering around them both checking for any wounds they might have. 

They must not be injured because once they both stop staring at her in shock they both start to cackle, Keigo lands first on his feet then collapses to his knees as Shōta doubles over holding his stomach. 

Izumi crosses her own arms over her chest and huffs at them before she turns and lightly pushes oh Nemuris side with her foot. 

"Don't scare my baby bird." She growls at the other female. 

Nemuri whines from where she's face down in the dirt. 

"Oh get up, I know you take harder hits in training." Izumi says unimpressed with the other girl. 

"Come on, dad wants us to meet some people." Izumi says at the still laughing boys and groaning girl before she starts back in the direction she had come from. 

She hadn't made it very far before she sees both her dad and Rei watching the events that had just unfolded. 

Izumi freezes and blushes so deeply she knows she looks like a strawberry. 

"Ahhhhh, damn, there goes first impressions." She mumbles, her dad's squeaking laugh makes it known that she wasn't quiet enough. 

"Come along children, Rei-san would like you to meet her children." Nezu says after he clears his throat to calm his laughter. 

Izumi slides up next to her dad close enough that Rei will hear her speak as well. "Sorry dad, Nemuri was scaring our rosefinch, she wouldn't listen to Shōta so I just kinda...yeah." she apologizes. 

"I'm glad you are willing to protect him, when we get him out of the commission's claws I assume they will try to get him back." Nezu has a growl in her voice as he says that and Izumi nods frantically. 

"I would do it for any child being harmed, no matter who is doing the harming." She says with steel in her words and shoulders squared. 

After the short exchange that has Rei sizing Izumi and Nezu up with a slightly hopeful glint in her eyes the other three had finally come to join them. 

"Nee-chan you gotta teach me how to do that." Keigo says as he grabs her hand with a big toothy smile. 

"When you're older, you're only seven it's too early to train you yet, you're supposed to be having fun like any kid." She tells him with a serious face. "When you are thirteen we can talk about it then." 

"Rei-san, you've met Izumi, but the young boy is Keigo. The dark haired male is Aizawa Shōta, one of my students. And the female is Kayama Nemuri, a second year in the heroics course." Nezu introduces them. 

"My oldest is your age, Keigo-kun." Rei says softly with a small smile. "Come I'll introduce you." 

The group of five follow the slight white haired woman over to where three children and a baby are sitting quietly on a blanket. 

"These are my children." Rei informs before pointing to each child as she gives their names. "Touya, Fuyumi, Natsuo, and Shoto." 

Izumi steps forward to be their spokes person. "Hi I'm Nezu Izumi, this is my brother Keigo, behind me are my friends Shōta and Nemuri, we are expecting two more soon, and my dad is Nezu." Izumi waves a hand in the general direction of each person as she speaks. 

"Do you want to play tag with us?" She asks, hopeful that they aren't to shelters yet to want to play. 

Touya looks them over with careful eyes. "Sure, but one of you is it." He says, his voice is already raspy from the damage his fire does. 

"I'll be it." Izumi chirps as the three who are old enough stand to join them. "I'll count to ten so everyone can scatter." 

"One...two…" Keigo let go of her hand but grabbed onto Natsuo's, carefully running with him. 

"Three...four…" Shōta looked at Touya both assessing one another before they took off in opposite directions. 

"Five….six…" Nemuri had scooped Fuyumi up to get her far enough away with how far Izumi was in the count down. 

"Seven…" Oboro had arrived, Izumi pauses in counting to yell at him. "Playing tag, I'm it, the white haired kids are playing, and the blonde with red wings is my rosefinch." Oboro nods and turns on his heel to go after Nemuri and Fuyumi. 

"Eight...nine….ten…" Izumi starts at a sprint to where she sees Shōta. 

It takes her a few tries, Shōta's legs are longer than hers, but she's faster. She finally hits his bicep before she spins on her heel with a crazed laugh and sprints to where she sees Keigo and Natsuo. 

"Shōta's it." She announces loudly as she runs past the others. 

Skidding to a stop near the two boys she was aiming to talk to, she squats in front of them, knowing Shōta will most likely go after Touya. 

"The blue haired boy by Nemuri and Fuyumi is my friend Oboro, he's kinda loud and silly and very protective." She lets the two boys know before she ruffles their hair and heads over to the adults to let Rei know about Oboro. 

Izumi stopped and kneeled on the edge of the blanket, she quickly carded her hand through silky soft red and white hair on Shotos head before she met Rei's eyes. 

"My friend just arrived a few minutes ago, he has blue hair, his name is Shirakumo Oboro, he is also in the same class with Shōta and myself. The last one who is coming is Yamada Hizashi, another classmate, he spikes his blond hair up, but I'm sure dad will point him out when he arrives." Izumi explains, she feels her eyes flickering down to Shoto often. 

"Touya's it." Izumi hears Shōta yell out to everyone. 

"Ah, that's my cue." She laughs lightly before she's back on her feet and running. 

"Fuyumi's it." Touya's raspy voice calls next. 

"Ne-Nemuri's it." A high childish voice calls moments after. 

Nemuri seems to have set her sights on Izumi, she's sprinting towards the green haired girl at a speed faster than Izumi has seen her move before. 

Izumi evades being tagged a few time before she feels a slap on her shoulder. 

"Izumi's it." Nemuri calls, Izumi pauses to catch her breath, she sees Hizashi in the corner of her eye and starts off running towards Natsuo and Keigo again. 

This time both boys run, Keigo is helping Natsuo stay on his feet and urging him to keep running, Izumi is stupidly proud of him for thinking of others already. 

Izumi runs a few paces behind them swiping her hand out every few moments, she's making it look like she's trying hard to catch them, they've made their way across the park when Izumi touches Keigo's shoulder lightly. 

"Ah, just a ten seconds time out." She says quickly once the two have stopped. "Hizashi is here, he is the other blond boy talking to your mom, okay Natsuo?" 

"Uh huh." The boy is panting hard, he's only four. 

Izumi scoops him up in her arms and calls out. "Keigo's it, Hizashi is here and in play." 

Keigo starts to run at Hizashi who squeals like a pig and takes off at a run that's just out of Keigo's reach, he only runs for around half a minute before Izumi sees a small hand land on his back. 

"Zashi-nii it!" Keigo calls out then he runs towards Izumi had last seen Touya. 

There is a scream and the sound of bodies colliding, Izumi stops and sees Hizashi laying on top of Shōta, who thankful seems to have given Fuyumi to Oboro. 

There are two loud groans before Hizashi is popping back to his feet and slipping a little of his quirk into his voice. 

"Shōta's it." 

Shōta growls, and Izumi isn't really sure why her heart skips a beat at the sound. 

She's not really running fast enough to avoid Shōta, but instead of her arm he taps it's Natsuo's. 

"Natsuo's it." Shōta calls and take off. 

"You good to run again?" Izumi asks before she puts him on his feet. 

"Uh huh." The little white hairs boy nods. 

Izumi runs away slowly, she looks over her shoulder to see Natsuo running as fast as his little legs can carry him to Touya. 

Izumi runs so she can scoop up the boy again once he has tagged his brother. 

"Tou-nii it." Natsuo's little voice is just loud enough to hear. 

Touya waits for Izumi to be close enough to pick up Natsuo before he takes off focus fully on Oboro. He's a little rough when his hand slaps Oboro's hip. 

The blue haired boy looks around and spots Hizashi close by, he jogs over to the blond and deposits a sleepy Fuyumi into his arms. 

Izumi grins a little at the dopey smile on Hizashi's face when he looks at the little girl. 

"Nee-chan, I sleepy." Natsuo says and shoves his face firmly into her shoulder. 

Izumi rubs his back and slowly walks over to the adults. "Okay Natsuo, I am going to put you down and grab your sister, then we can all nap together." She tells him softly before sitting him by Nezu. 

"Natsuo, Fuyumi, and Izumi are out." She calls to the other as she jogs to meet Hizashi to take the sleeping girl. 

Once she's back on the blanket Izumi has both small white haired children cuddled into her lap and around each other as she watches the others play, keeping a close eye of Touya and Keigo. 

"You know Rei-san...I don't mean to be rude, but what if dad and I could get you all away?" Izumi asks without looking at the woman, she knows Nezu didn't bring this up, they had agreed that Izumi would, because if I child can tell that they are being abused then other can and are ignoring it. 

"There is an officer, Tsukauchi, he has a lie detector quirk, I can get the evidence, you just have to give it to him and move your things into our home." Izumi keeps speaking. "I hate seeing children hurt, dad saved me, and we are saving Keigo, let us save you and yours as well." 

Izumi finishes what she's saying just before Touya and Keigo both collapse near her with tired huffs, Izumi doesn't think as she reaches out to both boys and starts to finger comb their hair, humming a very old prequirk song. 

As soon as everyone under the age of nine is asleep around her the other teens come and join them, Nemuri is dramatically telling them about Izumi flipping her but she's quiet enough none of the kids wake up. 

Izumi can't help but smile and send her thanks to Eri, who she will save this time before anything even hurts her. 

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Hello! Just wondering could you do a Dabi/Touya and Shouto brothers fluff? I really love these two characters and I'm dead set on the theory that Dabi is Touya Todoroki. Also, I really want to see a fic of these two in your writing because you're an amazing writer. Please and thank you!

THIS MAKES MY HEART!!!! SO HAPPY!!!! AH THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!! I HOPE THAT YOU ENJOY THIS LITTLE FIC!!!!!

Fuck Todoroki Enji. Fuck that piece of shit right to Hell.

Touya shifted to his side with a groan, hissing when a fresh welt on his wrist touched the sparring mat floor, and waited for the spots in his vision to flicker away. Everything hurt. His head was pounding miserably for some reason he couldn't recall at that moment. He yanked his arm back towards himself and glared down at the mat, as if it had put him in the shitty position. If only it had. He could torch the damn thing to oblivion and never have to deal with this kind of agony again! Instead, he was stuck like this, littered in welts and bruises and burns, wondering why whatever greater power there was liked to screw him over like this.

He tapped a tender spot on his head and remembered why, exactly, he'd been left as a crumpled heap on the floor. He forced himself to his feet, forcing his legs to hold steady, while his eyes swept the room. He spotted him across the room, curled in on himself and whimpering. His right side was up in the air, jagged bits of ice protruding from his shoulder and arm, like some kind of frigid makeshift shield.

Touya slumped his shoulders in a bit of relief before starting to make his way over. He had to take it slow to keep from agitating the various wounds he knew lurched under his shirt. "Shoto," he called quietly, stopping a few steps away from the other.

There was a hiccuping, choked breath before a pale grey eye fixed on him. "Touya?" he mumbled, his voice shaking. Whether that was from fear or overexerting his ice Quirk, though, the older boy couldn't say.

"Yeah. Come on, get up. We need to get patched up before that old bastard comes back or Fuyumi finds us. You know how she gets," he said, holding a hand out to him.

Shoto's movements were sluggish and stiff, his right side so frosted over his limbs couldn't move easily. Touya sighed and pulled him into a sitting up position before hobbling back across the room. Their old man wasn’t a particularly kind man, but one of the few graces he offered was a medical kit being kept in the room. Though, if he was honest, he suspected it had less to do with care for his kids and more for the sake of peace. He’d started stashing them there after a few incidents where, after particularly grueling sessions, Fuyumi had panicked over treating he and Shoto that he kept them there. Listening to his mistake of a daughter fretting over his precious little masterpieces’ must have been so inconvenient for a Pro like Endeavor, after all. He would become incredibly aggressive and agitated whenever Fuyumi and Natsuo tried to speak out and protest what their father put their oldest and youngest brother through. More times than not, he would scream and shout at the pair, breaking them down with his words much worse than any blade ever could, and then retaliate on Touya and Shoto with harsher training, with pushing their limits that much farther.

Filthy monster. Bastard. And for what? Some delusional idea of what he was owed by his field of work? A revolting sense of entitlement?

He cast the thought aside as he returned to Shoto’s side with the medical kit. The gauze covering Shoto’s left side was damp and Touya mentally prepared himself to have to change it. The other boy always flinched away from having that wound tended; whether because it was still tender only a week later, or simply that the memory tugged at his young heart too terribly, he couldn’t say. The younger boy was still trembling like a leaf, the ice coating his right side still as pronounced as before. “Come here, Shoto,” he mumbled, holding his arms out.

The younger shuffled over and Touya carefully pressed him to his chest, adjusting his own internal temperature and calling a small flame up in one hand to hold in front of the younger boy. He really shouldn’t still be using his Quirk, with how his body ached and his very bones seemed to throb in protest, but he forced himself to do it anyway. “Thank you, Nii-Chan,” he mumbled, holding his own trembling and blistered hands up towards it.

“You could use your own fire to keep yourself warm, you know,” he pointed out.

He whined and shook his head, slumping into him more. “No. My fire is bad like Father’s fire is bad,” he muttered back.

He snorted. “And my fire is so different?”

“It is. Nii-Chan’s fire is warm in a good way. A safe way. It could never hurt me, because Nii-Chan would never hurt me,” Touya’s eyes widened as he stared down at his youngest sibling, at how his small form was so lax in his arms. He bit his tongue as he held the other, watching the ice melt away and his shivers faded. He took his time in tending to Shoto’s wounds, being mindful of his comfort while still assuring his wounds were well tended. There was only so much he could do with the limited supplies in the medical kit but he tried, his mind whirling.

“You will fight Shoto as an equal. Hit him with the full brunt of your fire,”

“I won’t,”

“You will do as you are told, you ungrateful little-!”

“I’m not going to hurt my brother just because you told me to!”

His own body felt like it was made of lead and screamed in pain with every move but he forced it to keep going. Why, he wondered briefly, had he been cursed like this? Why had he been given such an impressive power but a body that wasn’t built for it? Why was he born the eldest, charged with protecting his siblings, when he was barely any bigger than Natsuo? Why did they have to belong to a monster hiding under the mask of a Hero, who would lay his wife and children down as sacrificial lambs to the altar of his own greed and ambition?

He led Shoto out of the training room, forcing a smile on to his face when the smaller boy reached out timidly to take his hand.

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Adopted Touya AU Part 4! Gosh I’m such a sucker for this AU, it’s distracting me from my other writing projects. But I love it, so here’s more.

[Part 1] [Previous]

Now that Izuku knows about Touya’s past, he’s become a bit more observant with the different aspects of being a hero. It wasn’t just how many villains you managed to put away or how many civilians you’ve pulled to safety. It was about being someone to look up to and have hope in, someone who genuinely cared about their fans and other citizens and was careful in their villain apprehension approach.

No one really bothered to look into it, but by god Endeavor had a knack for destroying buildings and causing more civilian injuries than were necessary (at least 95% were absolutely avoidable, but he wanted to play hero... ego can be a dangerous thing.)

They never properly talk about it, but Touya knows Izuku has changed his view on what being a hero means. He still wishes to be a hero that can save others, but he’s widened his stance on what exactly that entails. It’s no longer focused on saving those in a major crisis, but now involves walking people home when it’s late at night to keep them safe from potential harm. Or maybe buying someone’s groceries when they don’t have enough money. Even something as simple as rescuing a child’s pet.

Izuku obviously can’t do much yet, he’s still young after all, but it’s the thought that counts and Touya’s never been so proud.

Izuku also started taking notes on every instance where Endeavor either broke a law or caused unnecessary damage to the city or ended up injuring a civilian, but Touya pretended not to notice. If he thought about the kid gathering up evidence and the like to prove how shitty Endeavor was as both a hero and a person, Touya knew he would cry. Plus, it was the kid’s personal project, and there was an obvious desire for Touya to not get involved, so he let it be. They’d talk about it in the future, when the time came.

Touya kept dyeing his hair, too. He didn’t like the resemblance he bore to his father, but he couldn’t really change his eyes so the hair it was. Izuku often helped with the process, at first just keeping Touya company in the bathroom while he worked but eventually he began helping with the spots that Touya couldn’t reach, and soon enough he was just doing the whole thing for him. It was nice though, so he wouldn’t complain. He didn’t get to spend much time around his siblings in his early childhood so he cherished stolen moments with Izuku. Even if he talked a lot.

“-and that’s why you need to stop threatening people, nii-san!” Nii-san, he never gets tired of hearing it.

“They’re empty threats, it’s whatever.”

“Still threats.”

“Only directed at people who deserve to be threatened.” It mostly boiled down to threatening the kids who bullied Izuku, but after the first time Touya protected him on school grounds the bullying almost completely ceased. Almost, because kids from other schools still liked to see the “quirkless freak from Aldera”. Touya never really threatened people otherwise, he didn’t want to become his father after all.

“Why this color, anyway? It’s so tedious.” Ah yes, Touya’s now signature reverse ombre. It may be tedious, but the white roots fading into black ends was now so distinctly him that he couldn’t picture himself with any other hair.

“I liked how it looked when the black grew out, but I can’t stand the red. I’d much prefer my mother’s color, I’m the only kid who didn’t get at least a hint of it.”

“Why not just go full white?”

“Did you not hear a word I just said you brat?” Though Izuku laughed, there was still something off about his composure. His smile didn’t reach his eyes and he had a distant look, something Touya knew meant he was thinking of something. Best not to pry, though, he knew it would just bury the words further away and never see the day of light. Izuku had to choose to speak his thoughts on his own or else they’d never be spoken at all.

“Do you... do you miss your real siblings?” Touya looked at Izuku through the mirror, watching the other bite his lip in feigned concentration as he applied more bleach to his scalp. It’s not a bad question, but the way he worded it set bells off in Touya’s head. Real siblings, as if he thinks Touya doesn’t think of him as his family. Oh, that just wouldn’t do.

“Of course I miss my siblings.” He reached behind him to grab Izuku’s hand and stop him from going further with the bleach. This was important, his hair could wait. He didn’t speak again until Izuku looked up and met his eyes through the mirror.

“I miss them every day. I didn’t even get a chance to say goodbye.” God, Touya wasn’t well versed in expressing his feelings.

“But, I wouldn’t go back and change anything, because then I wouldn’t have met you and Inko and I would have missed out on having two more people to love.” Touya pulled on Izuku’s arm to bring the younger boy to stand in front of him, taking the dye brush from his hands and depositing it in the sink. There was already enough bleach, Izuku was just trying to distract himself.

Touya smiled and brushed a few stray curls out of the other’s face before promptly flicking his forehead.

“You don’t have to be related by blood to be considered family, you dolt. The best family members are those you choose to keep in your life, not who you’re related to by blood. Trust me, I would know.” They both knew who Touya was referencing, and Izuku bit his lip and shied away because obviously he didn’t even think about that.

“Now,” Touya released his hold on Izuku and turned in his chair to grab his phone, unlocking it and turning the screen to where they could both see. “I’m thinking of getting some piercings. Care to help narrow it down?”

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