#and dabi needs to be needed

[mewlkies]

it's so important to me that dabi is ass at games. what do you mean he healed the enemy😭how'd he even do that 😭😭

[matchamiko]

Teaching Dabi how to eat pussy the way you like it but he’s so desperately sloppy and messy about it that you just hump his face with one hand gripping his hair and the other tight on your own throat.

He’s inexperienced, mostly, he doesn’t give often if not at all to the partners he’s had in the past, few and far between; but then you came along and all of a sudden he’s offering and begging and demanding. He’s so used to seeing pussy eating in porn, in magazines that he’s got no rhythm, no method, no thought behind his guzzling and slurping and biting. So when you anchor yourself to him with a frustrated little whine, lifting your hips and grinding smoothly and sweetly against his tongue and his nose; Touya swears sees new colours and hears new sounds. The wet click of your cunt against his lips and chin, the shuddering of your thighs either side of his head, your mumbles and gasps against your constricted throat, and your encouraging praises of him just staying right there, just like that Touya. He cums loud and wet as he looks up at you through his lashes, half angry that you’re not teaching him like you said but half insane over the state of you, using him to your heart’s content.

[eggsdrawings]

home visit 🏠 ft. shiketsu au dabihawks

[trashformha]

Everyone's...watching...Is that all it was? Something as simple as this? I wish I'd realized sooner...

[kelin-is-writing]

This man is ART.

[rueclfer]

Can u do a "She's busy bro" prank smau with dabi, hawks and some others

heard 🫡

she's busy // smau

dabi, hawks, shigaraki

[tmufruitss]

important discussions

[just-a-random-bakugo-stan]

Need more of whatever the hell Horikoshi is doing right now

[daetko]

ᐟᐟ☆ my hero academia characters as tweets . . .

⊱ cw: swearing, kys jokes, mentions of car accidents, suggestive

⊱ a/n: i sneaked in a discord message n messed up the todoroki one forgive me

⊱ masterlist

IMSORYRY i disappeared for 6 months and i come back in a different fandom anefdkjf i just rewatched mha and the signs are showing </3 i hopefully will be more active now with the vacay!! i still will post haikyuu and tr content whatever u guys prefer, my ask box is open btw :3 u can request anything! ^_^

[probablysimpledreams]

Thinking about how rough of a kisser Touya is.

Kisses with him are anything but short and sweet. They’re rough, messy, intense. And most importantly, they’re full of so much raw love.

His anxiety and fears surrounding being ignored make expressing his feelings through words very difficult, so he often opts for expressing these feelings through actions. How could you possibly ignore him if he’s taking your breath away after all?

This means every kiss with Touya turns into a long make out session. He moves quickly and roughly, exploring your mouth with his own. He pushes you down into the bed or up against the wall, bodies flushed together so closely neither of you can think straight.

His fingers always intertwine with yours as he kisses you. He eats up any whine or whimper that leaves your throat as he messily kisses you. He thrives off your pleasure, your enjoyment. Each signal your body gives him that you’re enjoying his confession of love fuels him to go harder and harder. He needs you to want him, to desire him. He needs you to need him as desperately as he needs you.

When you two finally break apart for air, he moves his hand to cup your face. A smirk creeps onto his face as he watches you pant, lips swollen and eyes wide with need as you’re forced to look up at him. He then grabs your hands again, pinning them above your head as he leans down to kiss the shell of your ear.

“I’m only getting started baby,” is all he whispers before his lips find yours again, pouring all his love into your body once again.

[commander-revan]

There's something so funny, and sad, about Touya, whose thoughts and feelings about things have often been a mystery since we barely ever get his POV and who had done so well at maintaining a pretty stoic, uncaring mask around others that some fans to this day argue about whether or not he actually cared about the League (he does, it's just in his own way and he's in denial) or meant for Twice to die (he didn't), being betrayed by his own fucking heart monitor.

He was keeping up that persona so well, talking shit to Endeavor and not really responding to much, but the second his dad says he wants to continue seeing and talking to him every day, his heart beats faster.

And it happens again when Fuyumi and Rei say they want to do the same thing.

He might stay quiet about his actual feelings about everything for the most part, but he can't keep his heart monitor from going off. And he does eventually open up to Shoto and apologize.

I need 10 more full chapters of just the Todoroki's communicating with Touya, or an entire spinoff, just so they all can have some closure and bond, and Touya can defy the odds yet again and survive.

[accidentcache]

self indulgent horny brainrot. i'm coping w period cramps and i need him terribly. minors dni or you will be blocked

dabi is unfairly quiet. silent. sneaky.

unfair that when he is home, he's the loudest motherfucker in existence. doors close so heavily, boots echo in the hallway… he's loud. he makes it known when he's home.

however, in the quiet of the night, somehow he was able to slip in undetected. he wasn't planning on sneaking in, hell there really was no reason for him to sneak in completely silent like he did.

but the scene playing out on top of your shared bed was enough for him to stay quiet.

here he was, thinking he'd come home from recon mission with the league, be able to curl up next to you and maybe watch a movie for the night. he was feeling lazy. order take-out and just veg for the night. apparently, you had other plans.

for some reason, keeping the bedroom door open. lying on top of the sheets, bare to world that in contained to the four walls of the room except for a ratty old t-shirt of his, and a toy between your thighs. if it weren't for the bedroom door being open, he'd assumed you couldn't wait for him to get back tonight and decided to get yourself off on your own.

no, apparently you wanted to give him a show.

and hell, he'll admit it was a show. the lewd way you'd grab at your tits underneath the fabric of his shirt, how your back would arch off of the bed-- the soft and breathless pants leaving those sweet lips of yours. he's almost upset that your eyes weren't open to catch how he paused in the doorway at the sight of you.

and now, he's too enraptured by the scene that he can't even bring attention to himself. he's crossed the threshold of the room, one hand in his pocket and the other covering his mouth ever so slightly. as if to muffle his breathing-- which definitely gets heavier when he hears his name drip off your tongue.

he has to bite down on his knuckle as he watches you. you know your body-- but dabi has some sort of sick satisfaction in the knowledge that he knows it even better than you do. he watches you as you move the toy around your swollen, puffy folds-- the toy glistens and drips from your arousal-- but you're clearly not hitting the right spots.

spots he knows he can reach. spots that he's memorized the location of. it's probably been so long that you've been on your own getting yourself off that you've probably forgotten those spots.

he can tell you're getting frustrated. little huffs and whines leave your lips every so often-- it causes a fire to start low in his gut. he's moving before he can even think, sliding inbetween your spread legs and dipping his head between your thighs almost immediately.

you jump almost six feet in the air at the contact, your hand almost dropping the toy and pushing at the warmth that suddenly appears between your legs. his lips barely graze along your folds as he speaks, "no, no-- keep going."

"when did you get home?" you question him, your voice breathless from the almost thirty minutes of struggling to get yourself off. "you didn't even make any noise--"

"i said keep going."

heat pools in your gut. a different kind of heat-- the kind only he can create. your imagination could only do so much, and hearing the real thing is always better.

your fingers shake as they curl around the toy again, sliding it along the opening of your cunt and dabi watches with hungry eyes. his hands are warm on your thighs, spreading you even further, leaving you so much more open than you were previously. you can feel his ragged breathing against your folds, hot and heavy.

he watches you tease yourself, slowly inserting and pleasuring-- but he can tell you're not as eager as you were before. almost like you were shy-- embarrassed or something. he barely hides the click of his tongue before his fingers wrap around yours and he begins to guide your movements.

you swallow hard, feeling that familiar burn in your tummy and the coil beginning to tighten. your head falls back against the sheets with a whimper of his name and dabi watches it all with lidded eyes.

"c'mon, pretty," he murmurs, low and rough. "like this, yeah?" he nudges the toy to a certain spot and your spine creates a delicious arch that he used to seeing. you try to pull your hand away from the toy, but he doesn't let you. his fingers tighten around yours so you can feel how you practically drip all over the toy and down both of your hands.

he practically coos as your thighs tremble-- a telltale sign that your orgasm is building. "that's my girl," he mumbles, his eyes locked onto your cunt as he watches the toy disappear into you with each stroke and movement. his free hand moves to your hip, blunt fingernails digging into the skin.

your hips roll and grind into the toy, finally able to let go of it so you can slide your fingers into the dark locks. your fingers curl around the strands and you tug, a gasp leaves your lips as the toy is quickly replaced by two slender fingers that curve immediately to the spot that has you seeing stars.

his tongue is warm and wet on your clit, circling in deliberate motions as his fingers pump in and out. you thighs are practically shaking around his head, your cries of his name are drowning out the lewd and wet noises that he's pulling from your cunt.

just when you're about to free fall over the edge, dabi's mouth connects with your clit, flicking his tongue over the sensitive nub and sucking hard.

you cum so hard you're pretty sure you're crying. panting and trembling, your hands are limp in his hair as you melt into the mattress, barely registering when dabi climbs up the bed to hover of you, his lips slick and smug. he waits for the haze to dissipate from your eyes before he props himself up above you, a hand next to your head and the other on your waist, his thumb stroking your trembling skin soothingly. "feel better?"

"i'm putting a bell on you."

dabi snorts, but he doesn't reply. instead, his head dips down and attaches to the skin of your throat, smirking when you gasp. yeah, like that will ever happen.

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[buttonheart]

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Friday the 14th of June!! 14/06/24

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Thank you for all your support!<3

[mymhameme]

Teen Touya looks so much like Bakugou, it's kinda crazy...

[kelin-is-writing]

WORLD STOP—!!! EVERYONE!!! WE GOT NEW BLACK HAIR DABI CONTENT!!! MISSED HIM SO MUCH PLEASE 😭🖤

[rueclfer]

party 4 u // touya todoroki

when it's not a party unless he's with you.

a/n: hi 😀😀😀 written portion kinda pornographic but also kinda not lmaaoooooimsosorry

the click of your bedroom door barely wakes you from your fever induced haze. you fall in and out of consciousness for a minute to the rustling of keys and clothes until his voice draws you awake.

"m'sorry, baby." the slurred words slipped out of touya's mouth.

he's too loud for this hour- too loud for your condition. you almost let yourself believe that you're dreaming until the cold bedroom brings goosebumps to your bare skin as the comforter is pulled away from under your nose.

before the groan could escape your parted lips, you feel his swollen lips meet with the temple of your forehead, trailing down to the side of your jaw.

"you said you wouldn't bother me," you mumble, turning on your back and finding the silhouette of his figure standing beside your bed and bent over you.

"missed you too much," he lowly says, matching the volume of your whisper.

touya reaches down and cups your cheeks in his hands, swiping his thumb back and forth against the tender skin under your eyes. "and you're burning up. what kind of a boyfriend would i be if i didn't come take care of you?"

"the kind of boyfriend that lets me sleep." you whine.

touya shakes off his jacket and tosses it onto the floor, ready to crawl into bed with you until he's stopped by your palm lying flat against his chest.

"no outside clothes in bed." you groan, rubbing the crust from your eye with one hand, and using the other to prop yourself up. "why do i always have to remind you?"

he huffs out a laugh, shaking his head as he peels his t-shirt up over his head, building onto the pile of clothing he started on the floor beside your bed.

"such a fuckin' princess even on your deathbed."

"you wish i was on my deathbed." you croak out, shooting him a side glance once your eyes had adjusted to the dark.

after stripping himself down to his boxers, he crawls on top of you, pulling the comforter over your bodies with him.

"you're so fucking warm," he purs against your neck, gently pushing you down onto your back and peppering your skin with hot kisses.

"i hate you," you mutter, accepting the heat absorbing through your front where you two made contact. "how much did you drink tonight, huh?"

"wouldn't you like to know?" he huffed a chuckle, letting the exhale of his breath brush against your collarbone. "lost every drinking game though, if that answers your question."

"figures." your voice falters into a faint whisper as your eyes fall shut.

touya lets his cold hands roam the skin under your pajama shirt. he knows you hate when he warms his freezing cold appendages against you, but between the sickness fogging your brain, the light suction of his mouth against your neck, and him trailing his flushed palm up and down your waist with his thumb stopping just millimeters short of your chest, you could barely focus on being annoyed.

"touya,” you breathe out. “it’s late. go to sleep.”

he removes his face from the crook of your neck and prop his elbows up beside your head, caging you in under him. your eyes open to see him illuminated by the streetlights seeping in from the crack in between your blinds.

cerulean eyes- bloodshot, lidded, and staring down at your own.

“i haven’t seen you all day.” he pouts, the rasp in his voice cracking in between his words.

“i saw you in class this morning.” you roll your eyes.

“i haven’t kissed you all day.” he corrects.

“my body hurts, my throat is killing me, i have a fever, i have your dumbass texting me and breaking into my apartment in the middle of the night, and you’re sad and pouty that you haven’t gotten a kiss from me all day?”

“exactly, but don’t forget,” he smirks, leaning in to press his lips onto yours, “i was a brave boy for you tonight.”

touya kisses you with fervent desire- a day’s worth of missing you was enough to disregard the sickness that would surely have him bedridden like yourself within the next couple of days.

“so brave, touy,” you huff in defeat. "so brave for willingly getting sick for the sake of getting your dick wet.” you tease in between kisses.

“and don’t expect me to take care of you when that does happen.” you say once he breaks away, pressing open-mouthed hot kisses down the column of your neck, your collar bones, the valley in between your chest, and then to the middle of your abdomen where your t-shirt had ridden up.

touya moved further down- kicking the comforter off to the side and leaving you with goosebumps crawling across your bare arms and stomach.

“you taking care of me?” touya almost laughs.

he glides a hand down to your pajama shorts, giving your inner thigh a harsh squeeze before hooking a finger through a leg hole and out the other, pulling it to the side.

"fuck," he whispers under his breath.

with a slow exhale hissing between his teeth, he finally looks up to meet your eyes.

“be brave for me, okay? you know i'll always take care of you.”

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