#dabi fucking wishes he could have this post

[incorrect-league-of-villains]

Tomura: My father is a bitch.

Toga: Isn't he dead?

Tomura: Dying did not make him any less of a bitch.

[joylovesfluff]

Trouble

Dabi x reader. Angst.

A/n: ngl i didn't have an actual plot for this when i started writing it, but fuck im inlove now with dabi and him just being a little obsessed with you.

NOT PROOF READ !!

Lovesick! Part 2 (in progress)

Troublemaker touya! Who would throw rocks on your window (taylor swift style) just to suprise you on your birthday even if it ended 2 hours ago.

Troublemaker touya! Who would give the world to you just to make you happy, but for now he had to settle for flowers he just picked fresh from his neighbour's backyard, he gives them to you with a small smile hoping that they'll be good enough for your special day, and he prays to whatever god is up there that you aren't allergic to any kind of flowers cause this sure as hell wont be the last time he'll get scolded for plucking out flowers at 3 am.

Troublemaker touya! Who goes to you before finally disappearing for years, he tells you all about his plan in a form of a joke, he'd definitely be like "and yknow what? Maybe one day id finally kill him, that would be a nice birthday present right?" and you'll cluelessly reply something along the lines of "one life sized endeavour packed in a coffin bow coming right up!" You laugh at the silly imagination you made, not even thinking of the odds of it happening.

Troublemaker touya! Who lowkey stalks you all the time to see how youve been doing in life, he wont admit it but he would do anything to make you happy even if it includes killing all your academic rivals for you, as long as he can see you with your awards and certificates on your social media with the caption 'i made it!' as your graduation post.

Troublemaker touya! Who wouldve loved to graduate with you and to finally confess his feelings for you so you both can live in a beautiful apartment like you have always dreamt of, but now all of it is impossible now that he has his eyes set on his new career.

But as he was watching you walk home in the dark alley ways, definitely not stalking you. He caught onto a sight that shattered his heart and soul into millions on pieces.

"oh hi i thought you weren't ganna come haha"

"ofcouce i would, who in their right mind would let their girlfriend walk home in the night?"

Girlfriend? When? How? He was sure that you weren't seeing anybody, but now you have a boyfriend? How could this happen???

He stopped on his tracks, and started panicking but why would he? Its not like youre his girlfriend or anything, he didn't even got to tell you how he feels which felt much worse than the sight he's seeing.

As he continues to look at your back wishing that this would just be one horrible dream. You and the guy your boyfriend stop walking, dabi panics again worried that you might see him but as he was about to hide at a near by alleyway he looks at you as you bend down to pick something up from the ground.

"What happened?" He asks as he hold your hands so gently like you would break any second.

"oh its nothing i just dropped my phone" you replied after you picked up your phone from the ground.

"you good to go?" He frantically ask looking around the dark streets as he hold onto your hands tighter, 'hes a fucking pussy' dabi thought.

"Yeah, i just thought i saw something" you say as you look behind his shoulder to the dark alley way that looms the corner.

He whisperes something to you as you both start to walk, if dabi remembers correctly your apartment would be somewhere near here, he remembers as the time where he was the one to walk you home after long class hours especially that time where the school was preparing for the sports event.

Lovesick dabi! Who would get excited at the thought of meeting you again, showing his new self, his true self to you. But then he'll remember that maybe you'll hate him for what he has done, for leaving you, for hurting other people. So maybe one day you'll meet him again, maybe one day you'll be able to understand and you both would be able to exchange stories of what youve been through without each other.

He just hopes that youd be able to wait for that day, to wait for him

Lovesick dabi! (Coming soon)..

[justheretoposttrash]

day 12 of the final endhawks: endhawkspocalypse:

the adhd side of my brain has taken over and decided that consistency can No Longer Happen, so i've decided to make this my last day of posting, at least when it comes to sequential daily posts. i'm still unhinged-ly working on endhawks-related things for the foreseeable future though, and always happy to talk about the ship!

here's a final hodgepodge of thoughts!

part 1 - more ch430 positives

the continued use of a ranked *number system* in particular is silly imo (ig the masses do love a catchy numbered list). but at the very least, i gotta appreciate that the main characters didn't get top rankings straight outta school--when i think about how old they are post-timeskip compared to hawks, especially! bbygirl got #2 at 22 but was child-soldiered into it and was absolutely breaking his proverbial back. it's really not an aspirational thing to beat, and it's not something the main characters have to achieve to be "cool" or fulfilled narratively. they focused on their happiness, instead--shoto on finding his own identity and balancing his life thanks to his support system, bakugo on getting his boyfriend/whatever/queerplatonic-died-in-each-others'-arms-on-a-battlefield-in-a-past-life-and-now-they-keep-reincarnating-together soul-partners/rival back at his side so they can keep pushing each other, etc.! mirio's ascent notwithstanding, it's a healthy nugget from the final chap.

another cute thing from 430 is when hawks jokes that nagant is a villain. this joke has layers to it, considering both had to take on the villain label because of the commission, also contributing to their respective traumas under the commission. (they both even had someone cradle them in their arms shouting that they were still a hero despite them being at their low points--and physically very crispy. one of those someones being hawks himself, ofc.)

next, i gotta appreciate how unfettered hawks's facial expressions have become (also, his under-eyes are already thicker and darker, bro needs to sleep 😭) compared to how subdued they were in the twice fight (and to be clear, his expressions still screamed volumes then. i love how they're drawn to convey so much nuance in his emotions). once he was cut free from the commission, he stopped putting on a smile while doing hero work (there wasn't much to smile about post-raid, but pre-raid i'd argue things were bleak for him already, so at least he doesn't feel the need to put on as many airs). he also started actively sweating and showing fear, but without losing more genuine displays of confidence and happiness. (all this makes me very curious if his speech patterns have also changed in the original japanese to any extent compared to how they were at his introduction)

part 2 - dabi=endhawks truther?!?! *not clickbait*

i remember it being kinda hilarious that dabi tossed out hawks's history as an extra "fuck you" to endeavor, but i forgot how direct he is about his intentions.

he's just like, "yeah, i specifically wanted to drag hawks (and reveal his betrayal and hopefully shake your faith in him) to hurt you, dad. even though you two have hung out, like, maybe twice (may he rest in peace) in your whole lives. trust me, i knew this would be devastating for you. don't ask me how i know." like. touya my man. what are you doing. also thank you. almost makes the angst-lover in me wish he'd added a "don't worry about hawks, dad. you'll be joining him soon" right before attacking him with prominence burn to twist the knife, though understandably that would've convoluted the spotlight when the focus was meant to be on family and the touya reveal. but goddamn, just imagine.

he basically did the exact same thing to hawks by telling him his identity. in revealing a name that could only hold any significance to hawks through its relation to endeavor and what touya's existence implies about him, touya wielded a secret from endeavor's past to psychologically hurt hawks and shake his faith. it's just wild that he did it to both of them, pulled off flawlessly and with maximum drama, in rapid succession. legendary.

anyway, ppl tend to portray dabi as an endhawks anti, when funnily he's kinda more on the side of enjoying the fact they have a connection--granted, mainly as a thing to leverage to hurt them, bc he fuckin despises them (and granted, hatred in dabi's eyes is a complicated thing)--but still! he ain't in denial about endeavor's and hawks's relationship, he's an og! he's first in line! this makes his daddy issue allegations so much worse, but he doesn't care! and honestly i owe my life to him for his service in unearthing the truth; he's doing canon, in-text work to forcefeed the public endhawks crumbs that they didn't even want, and he deserves our utmost respect 🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡

part 3 - our hero academia ft. protective enji

my mind was too wrapped up in The Plot to notice the subtleties of when Press Conference Lady yells at endeavor post-raid--for one thing, i realize on a second read that she's actually kinda yelling at hawks. so much of the emphasis is on endeavor's past actions that i didn't pick up on a few key details. for one, when hawks discusses his murder of jin, the visual centers endeavor's reaction, solemn but accepting/calm.

secondly, Press Con Lady speaks up right after hawks is done talking. thirdly, what she describes--not looking sorry, empty-seeming apologies, incompetence in the face of villains--apply as criticisms equally to hawks as they do to endeavor (notably not to jeanist, as he doesn't have a past or scandalous behavior to answer for).

it's also at this time that endeavor looks more angry (just look at his frown in the panel above!) and actually gives some pricklier-sounding pushback, when before he was mainly resolved and remorseful.

notably, he's translated as saying "we" and "our". ofc he's paying respect to his colleagues at large as well, but considering Press Con's criticisms are pointed most specifically and apply most to hawks and himself, he's strongly implying and acknowledging the pain that hawks has been through.

as he goes on to speak, the word choice shifts away from "us" and "we" to "me" as he claims responsibility for what happens next and urges peoples' slings and arrows to aim at him alone--again, for the sake of his colleagues and family at large, but particularly for hawks in this moment.

the undercurrents are so understated in this scene, but the degree to which endeavor shifts the language and focus away from hawks and onto himself is profound. throughout mha, we've got plenty of thought bubbles showing how hawks feels about endeavor in outright terms, but not as many from endeavor about hawks, especially after all their dirty laundry gets aired out. but even without thought bubbles, how he feels about hawks even at the worst of times becomes perfectly clear.

(god they drive me insane lmao)

[fertilize-my-eggs]

Love at first sight ❤️

Shigaraki x quirkless fem chubby reader smut.

A/N: I know this was fast but I miss writing fanfics and miss posting content, I know this fanfic isn't proofread but I hope y'all enjoy some nasty time with shiggy and reader being horny and in love🤣🤤🤤

Waring: creampie + unprotected sex + smut with no plot + possessive creepy reader and shigaraki + size difference 🤭💕

The first time you fall in love was when you first saw him.. on a news where villains attacking UA and you shouldn't fallen in love with the league leader tomura shigaraki.

It's starting off little things like getting screenshots of him saved in your phone to you masturbating over the thought of you wanted him to have his way with you.

You mewl and moan out his name and stare at his face for hours. Your wet fingers sliding in and out fast, heavy sighs. Fill with heart eyes over a criminal who could easily destroy you within seconds.

But you didn't care, you didn't care how anyone reacted to this and your strange behavior. To the point you found out the location, after many months of tracking where they at. It's was pretty easy to find tomura at a sketchy broken down bar.

It's the middle of the night, you carefully pic lock the door trying to sneak in.

You felt a large staple hand on the back of your neck as you freeze up, how the fuck did someone already found you?!? you're were silence.

" what the hell are you doing here pretty little thing? " your eyes turn to the left to meet with bright blue eyes staring at you.

The man forcefully push you up against the door.

" I ask you a question… you don't wanna get burn to crisp now you gotta speak doll. " you start to panic, breathing heavily as the man sigh with disappointed.

" alright… since you don't wanna speak how about I just.. " no warning, he remove you from the door, his long arm wrapped around your body as you try to escape but it's no used.

He open the door and you were greeted by all the villains and your eyes were fill of love the moments you caught eyes with your lover.

He's was sitting on the stool with a nice cold drink with him. But you soon realized this is a mistake you can easily get murdered by the villains.

" awww dabi, I didn't know you had girlfriend. " a blonde haired girl skip to you as she show her pointy fangs. 

" can I drink your blood? " Dabi roll his eyes at her and said.

" shut up crazy, we're have other one trying to break in.. " now everyone stare at you with confused and it's was harder to read since they had blank stare.

Shigaraki was puzzle by this as he slowly gets up come towards you as dabi removed his arms.

" why did you break in? Are you dumb?? " his eyes narrow at you harshly, he grabbed you by the neck as you were lifting up from the ground.

" or are you a spy hero trying to break in? " you grab his wrist as you quickly shake your head no. Shigaraki's grip was loosen up but he still didn't want you to ran away.

" I'm in love with you tomura shigaraki, I love how beautiful you look and I always finger myself to your photos for hours. " you started to babbling and rambling on and on in details you are loved with him.

Everything went silent the moment you were talking as you finish your rambling, dabi started to laugh like a mad man, holding his belly while a other man was mocking you.

You started to feel uneasy and having doubts.

Tomura rise his other hand up to silent everyone once it's was quiet tomua look at you with a wide smirk, your knees melts in seconds, it's the first time you seen him smile.

"I'm taking you to my room." it's surprised everyone and yourself, you're more surprised that he's didn't kill you off after you say some unsettling things that anyone would ran away from you.

"kurogiri don't let's anyone disturb us." You saw dabi's reaction to this and it was so priceless, you wish you had camera to take it.

Tomura had you in his arms as he walk to his room, he open the door and slammed it shutted as he stare at you.

" are you saying all of that true my little pet? " tomura carass your face, you can see him fill with lust, you could bearly see his crimson eyes. Pure black hue.

Your smile match with his." Yes my love!! I mean everything and I want you to myself.. I-... " You start to get jealous that there women in the bar. 

" I don't want anyone touching what mine! " you pouting angry but tomura coo at you softly as he gently caress your lips with his thumb.

" aww you're so fucking cute. " your eyes follow his hands as it travels south, you watch his hand slid in your pants while he grabbed your hand to his pants too.

" go on touch it, it's yours and this is my pussy right? " you nodded your head fast, you know anyone would be screaming, scared and just calling out for help but not you.

You let's a strange man carass your cunt while you grabbed his hard manhood.

" please I wanna taste it, I want you to fuck me already shigaraki~!! " tomura groan at your begging such an obedience girl.

"mhmm fuck… I can't take this." You got confused when he remove both his hands from you, you felt relieve quickly when he started pull your clothes off fast.

You help out too by removing his clothes, he push you down, face down ass up.

You felt his hands being very touchy by grabbing and pinching your juicy butt.

" holy fuck.. " you turn your head to see him in total awe, he looks so starstruck by your beauty, it's was boosting your ego.

You cry out, feeling a sharp pain in your lower abdomen, tomura towers over your small curvy body as he start to bite your shoulder harsh.

His hips wouldn't stop, your eyes rolled back and drooling falling down. His thick cock hitting your cervix harder and faster, you can feel yourself melting and holding the sheets for dear life.

You didn't want this to stop, it's feel amazing, losing your virginity to your first love is the best feeling you ever felt.

" kiss me baby please~.. " you turn to him, the kissing was soft and tender, his lips were a bit chappie but you really enjoyed it.

It's like lovers finally meeting as one.

Tomura pull away, quickly grab you and throw you on the bed.

Shigaraki didn't waste time as he slides inside your tight walls, he wanted to see your fucked out expression.

It's working, your face was the most beautiful thing he ever seen, he love to destroy everything and anyone but at this moment he felt peaceful, he felt calm.

He groan out fast realized he was reaching his end, he was pulling out until you wrapped your legs around his hips. Pulling him closer to you.

" please…. Cum inside me shigaraki!! Ahh I'm yours, I-.. " you put your hands on his cheek as you sigh softly.

" I want a family with you and stay together ahh fuck please~!! " that what broke him, he reach his end, his thick heavy semen hits your walls, filling you up.

You coo at him, pulling him closer, your arms around his neck as you giving him extra love by kiss him all over. You can feel his juice slowly sliding down your other hole.

You sigh heavy, you're going to be sore in the morning but you didn't care, you want more.

Tomura coo at you, pulling you close as he whispered in your ear.

" you want a family? Don't worry about it princess. "

Tomura move away to look at you.

" gotta go for rounds to get you pregnant. " he give you a cheeky wink, pulling your legs to chest, you can't wait to be a mom.

[justjesse116]

Hullo, I'm currently sad as fuck and feel like elaborating on why I feel Dabi does what he does speaking from unfortunately personal experience.

TLDR Dabi is autistic af and his family failed him in even more ways than you can imagine.

First and fore-fucking-most, Dabi is driven by emotions, and if you disagree quite frankly we're not following the same story. So, with that in mind, and I need to keep this all brief lest I write a fucking dissertation on the Todoroki family, let me cook.

Between his 'mood swings', as in he's either emotionally detached or psychotic, his entire plan, which involves being, quite literally, 10 steps ahead of everyone else, and that's being conservative, and his thirst-for-justice attitude, Todoroki Touya is autistic. Which I'm sure endeared him to his own family about as much as it did me to mine.

ANYWAY. At this point, Dabi doesn't care what's 'right' or 'wrong'. He doesn't care what he has to do, or who he has to hurt, in order to feel like he's worth something. And even if he does know on some level what he's doing is 'wrong', he doesn't care anymore. The world has shown him that you do something bad, and if you have enough pull, if you lie enough, you scheme enough, it all goes away, and nobody cares, because at the end of the day people need something to cling to. And if that just so happens to be you, you can do no wrong, it's your golden ticket. Your family will defend you no matter what, so will most of your friends, and even strangers who you've never fucking met before.

They all have this idea of this person in their head who doesn't really exist, but it doesn't matter, because that fake person fits their criteria of what they need to feel okay on a daily basis.

So, what I'm trying to say is, as noble as Dabi's cause seems to be, he's never going to be able to overcome human nature. He claims it's 'Hero Society', but that's just a fancy name for human nature. That's not to say I don't think he should do it, every day of my life I wish I had anything as remotely convincing as blue flames to make people listen to me, but unfortunately in the world WE, THE AUDIENCE, lives in, it's never going to happen this way.

I guess this is just a post about me coming to terms with the fact that life in the real world fucking sucks and I can't do anything as impactful as I'd like it to be like it is in my favorite manga lmao.

I guess circling back to my main point, Todoroki Touya is autistic, and those aspects of his personality are what is driving him, that's making him do what he's doing, because even before I knew who he was, before I knew what he was really doing, I clung to him like a limpet because he acted like I do, seemed to think like I do, and I guessed who and what he was based on our (unfortunately) mutual childhoods and tendencies. And again, I'm not trying to seem like I know everything, I've just been around this miserable rock a few more times than I'd prefer, and I think that if he could, Dabi would agree.

But don't mind me, like I said, we're unfortunately, uncomfortably similar, and it's also just bad timing that I'm having a bad time family wise, so I'm probably projecting more than should be allowed.

[candycandy00]

Trending Topics - A Dabi x Reader Fanfic

I intended to post this on Saturday in honor of Dabi's Dance being animated but I finished it earlier than expected and I have no patience so I'm unleashing it to the world now, a few hours early lol. I hope everyone enjoys!

Smut. 18+. Rough sex. Creampie. Probably some other stuff I'm forgetting. Oh yeah, spoilers for Dabi's Dance!

Dabi leans back on the couch and holds his phone up to his face. “Let’s see what everyone has to say about my old man now,” he mutters, opening various social media apps to see what the general public’s reaction to his shocking video was. He could already imagine the outrage over the abuse allegations, the anger over the number one hero raising a violent murderer. He could also imagine the fanboys who would defend Endeavor no matter what, who would go to online war with the detractors who were horrified by Dabi’s video. All of it would be amusing to read through. Dabi will enjoy the online chaos. So he grins wickedly as he opens Twitter.

The names Dabi, Endeavor, and Todoroki Touya are already trending. Naturally. But then Dabi notices a few other “trending topics” that catch his eye. “#Dabisofine”, “#Touyasohot”, and “#SteponmeDabi” are all trending. Surprised and curious, Dabi begins clicking through some of the posts. After a few minutes, he sits up from the couch and stares at the screen incredulously. The tweets flashing by his eyes are definitely not what he expected the result of his video to be.

“OMG Dabi is so fucking hot! How have I never seen this guy before?”

“Okay Touya is definitely the sexiest Todoroki. Just look at him!”

“All I can say is, Dabi can light a fire in my panties any day!”

“Y’all… the things I would let Todoroki Touya do to me…”

“I want Dabi to rail me until I can’t walk.”

Dabi isn’t sure what to think about this. On one hand, he’s a little mad that his big dramatic reveal has been overtaken by posts like this. There’s even a long thread of posts and replies arguing over whether or not his dick has staples in it (it does, and the urge to tell them so wells up within him for a brief moment before dying away). But on the other hand, he feels… flattered? He’s never once thought of himself as sexy or even remotely good looking. All that scarring, all those burns… he felt like Frankenstein’s monster.

Years ago, he’d pretty much resigned himself to never having a lover. Who would want to even touch someone who looked like him? But it didn’t bother him all that much. After all, he was so focused on his revenge, he didn’t really have time for romance anyway. He’d shoved any thoughts of sex or love far away into the back of his mind. Of course he has hormones. He’s human, after all. Occasionally he even has urges, but he takes care of those himself.

Now though, reading through these tweets, those urges he’d shoved down are resurfacing. Out of curiosity, he clicks on the profile of the person who made that last tweet about wanting him to “rail” them. There are pictures of a very pretty young woman who looks to be in her early twenties. He also finds more posts about him.

“God, Dabi is so fine. Those scars really do it for me.”

“I wish I could feel that skin. All over me. I don’t care if he’s a villain.”

“Endeavor is a fucking monster. How could anyone treat such a beautiful person so badly?!”

Then more pictures of the woman. One of them in particular catches Dabi’s attention. It looks like she’s standing on the balcony of an apartment. In the background, he can see a restaurant sign straight across from her that he recognizes. Also in the background are several plants in colorful pots, sitting around her balcony.

Dabi rereads her tweets, then comes to a decision. He grins as he heads out the door.

*****

You hum to yourself as you water your potted plants on your balcony, then check your phone. There are tons of notifications from Twitter. Your posts about Dabi, Todoroki Touya, are getting a lot of likes. They’re also getting the attention of some seriously pathetic Endeavor fans who are trying, and failing, to justify the hero’s behavior. Some of them are just outright saying it’s all a lie, that Dabi’s video is just a phony hit piece. You can’t believe how naive they are, or maybe they’re just willfully ignorant. Either way, you’re already running through arguments and points in your mind that you can shoot back with as you step back into your apartment, leaving the glass door to your balcony open.

You step over to the sink and pour yourself a glass of water, still scrolling through replies with one hand, completely absorbed in your phone. A sudden sound, like a heavy thud, comes from your balcony as you’re walking back toward the door, about halfway through your small living room.

You look up from your phone and see Dabi himself standing just inside the door. He gives you a grin and says, “What was it you want me to do again? Rail you until you can’t walk?”

The glass of water slips from your hand and crashes on the floor. You don’t even look down at it. Your eyes are glued to this extremely sexy villain standing in your living room. One who has apparently read all the pervy tweets you made about him. Your mouth falls open, but you have no idea what to say.

He takes one step closer. “Or did you want to feel my skin all over you? Well, here I am.”

“Oh my God,” you finally manage to say, still staring at him. “Is this really happening?”

He tilts his head to the side, his hair falling over one bright blue eye. “That’s up to you.”

You slowly step closer to him, as if he’ll disappear if you approach too quickly. He’s gorgeous, but he’s still a villain. You don’t want to upset him. But damn, you really want to touch him. Maybe just ask for permission?

“Can I… touch you?” you ask.

“That’s what I’m here for,” he says, his grin showing his teeth.

You take one more step, effectively closing the distance between you and him. You reach out one hand and gently touch the side of his face, feeling the spaces where the scarring and healthy skin meet, your fingers grazing over the staples and piercings. You watch his expression, but it remains unchanged. Clearly, he’s not bothered by this.

“You’re so beautiful,” you say in a quiet voice, the words slipping out before you think them through.

Something shifts in his eyes. For a split second, the playful deviance vanishes and something else, something heartbreaking, takes its place. But then he grins again and says, “Look who’s talking.”

Does that mean he thinks you’re beautiful too? You feel a blush creep into your face. “Are you really here to rail me?” you ask.

“Do you really want me to?” he shoots back.

When you answer, your voice is more breathless than you expected. “More than anything.”

He reaches behind him and pulls the door shut, then follows you to your bedroom. As soon as you enter the room, you begin pulling your clothes off. Dabi watches you, not yet taking any of his clothing off. You feel like you’re doing a strip tease, with his eyes following your every move. It’s making heat spread through your body.

When you’re completely naked, you approach him and tug at his jacket. He lets you slide it off his shoulders and drop it on the floor, then he pulls his shirt over his head. You’ve seen him shirtless in the video, but nothing compares to seeing that lovely two-tone skin in person. Dabi’s eyes shift to the floor for a moment. Is he self-conscious about the scars? It seems ludicrous to you, especially since he was willing to show them off to the world in the video. But maybe showing them to someone in person is different.

You can’t help yourself, you have to touch him. You press both hands to his chest and slide them down, gingerly feeling the staples and the different textures of his skin. “It’s amazing,” you whisper.

His eyes shift back to you, and there’s an unreadable expression on his face. Not exactly embarrassed. Not exactly proud. It’s something like surprise, like no one has ever touched him before. “You have a scar fetish or something?” he asks, the playful tone seeming like a mask for whatever he’s actually feeling.

“I don’t know if I’d call it a fetish. I do like scars though. They’re unique to the person who carries them. They tell a story.”

He’s looking into your eyes now as your hands slide down to unbutton his pants. “And what story do mine tell?”

You meet his gaze and say, “One that’s very painful, I can imagine. I’d love to know the whole story someday. For now, I just think they’re mesmerizing to look at, and they feel incredible to the touch.” By this point you’ve pushed his pants down to his ankles, and he steps out of them. He’s not wearing underwear, and you can see all the glorious lines of scarring and staples across his thighs and hips. His cock is unscarred, but there are a few staples in it. You wonder about their purpose, but don’t ask.

Your hands run down his body, over his abdomen, moving around him to brush over his well-toned ass, and then you take his cock into one of your hands and lightly stroke it. It’s been growing harder by the moment, and the motion of your hand is speeding that process up.

Dabi sucks in air through his teeth, his eyes closing and opening slowly like a cat’s. Once he’s fully erect, he reaches down and pulls your hand away. “You’ve been looking me over this whole time. I think I should get a turn.”

With that, he suddenly picks you up and carries you to the bed. The feel of his bare skin on yours sends shivers through your body, and you miss the feel of it when he sits you down on the mattress. You scoot back to give him room, and he gently pushes your legs apart. He hovers over you, his eyes moving all over you, his hands finally reaching out to grope your breasts. His hands are firm and warm as they knead the plump mounds, then he scoots back slightly and leans forward, so that his head is positioned close to your groin.

Dabi uses his fingers to spread open your flesh and look at what’s inside. Then he leans even closer and runs his tongue along the inner folds, tasting your arousal. When his tongue hits your clit, you arch your back and moan. Dabi looks up at you with that unreadable expression again, like he’s just now understanding how much you really want him.

Then he grins again, because he’s discovered your weak spot. His tongue traces circles around your clit, making you squirm beneath him, wanting him to hit the bullseye again. He finally has mercy on you and closes his lips around the sensitive nub, sucking on it before running his tongue over it again. He even lightly grazes it with his teeth.

You cry out in pleasure, running one hand through his soft white hair and using the other to grip the sheets beside you. What name should you call out? Dabi? Touya? You’re not sure, so you so you stick to moans and wordless cries as he absolutely devours you. When you cum, it’s like a tsunami has hit your body, rocking it with wave after wave of rippling pleasure. Your whole body tenses up, your toes curl, and your hand in his hair tightens.

After a few seconds, your body relaxes, and Dabi pulls away, licking his lips. You feel weak, but you see the raging erection between his legs and know you can’t rest yet. He still hasn’t done what he came here to do. You reach for him, placing your hands on his scarred shoulders and pulling him toward you. You want, no need, him inside you. It’s an ache you felt the moment his video started. When you saw that body, those glowing blue eyes, that expression of carefully contained rage and pain… you wanted him like nothing before.

He lingers on top of you, not doing anything, just watching your face. Why is he hesitating? You try to pull him closer, but he’s not budging.

“Please,” you whimper, spreading your legs further apart, giving him the easiest access you can, “do it!”

Desire and lust seem to flame in his eyes. He wants to, you know it. But he waits. “Tell me exactly what you want me to do,” he says, his voice husky and low. Oh, now you see. He wants you to beg for it. Well, you can certainly do that.

You raise your hips from the bed and rub you drenched pussy across the underside of his cock. “Please, I want you inside me! Please fuck me!”

That seemed to do the trick. He smiles as he positions himself just right, then shoves his cock all the way in. He’s so much bigger than you expected, filling you up completely. As he pulls out a few inches, the staples scrape your insides in such a delicious way, you can’t help moaning again. He begins a rhythm of thrusting in and out, slowly at first and then picking up speed. You look up at him, and he’s thrown his head back, his eyes closed, his hands gripping your thighs.

He’s definitely railing you now, but it’s not enough. You might be able to walk tomorrow. In a panting voice, you cry out, “Harder!”

He opens his eyes and looks at your face, sees the lusty desperation there, and suddenly thrusts in so hard that you imagine his cock has entered your womb. His hands move to your waist, where he holds you steady as he pounds you into the mattress, every thrust feeling like it might just break your bones.

You love it. This is what you wanted. This man, this gorgeous, pained, scarred, unique person, being so deep inside you. One of his hands moves to your breast, where he roughly squeezes it. You’re going to be covered in bruises when this is over, but you’ll look at each one with joy.

Your hands are above your head, holding onto the brass headboard for dear life. Dabi moves his hand from your breast down to your clit, where he rubs it, hard enough to make you wince. You were already so sensitive from the earlier action, you cum again on the spot, your body convulsing with your orgasm.

Dabi doesn’t let up, continuing to fuck you as hard as he can as you tremble under him, tears falling from your eyes. You let go of the headboard and lift your weak, shaky arms to wrap them around his neck. To your surprise, he moves his hand from your sore clit and uses it to hold your head up, closer to him, his fingers intertwining with your hair in a gentle fashion. It’s an intimate gesture you didn’t expect from him, even as he rails you as promised. Finally, he cums inside you, filling you with hot sticky fluid, his grip on your waist tightening but the hand in your hair remaining soft. When he’s done, he pulls out and falls onto the bed beside you. You want to cuddle up to him, but you’re not sure how he would react to that. You just met. It’s not like you’re in a relationship.

After a few minutes, your naked body has cooled slightly, so you pull a sheet over the both of you. You reach over to the nightstand to get your phone and ask, “Would you mind if I take a picture of us?”

He looks over at you and says, “What, as a souvenir?”

You blush a little as you answer. “Yeah.”

He scoots closer to you and says, “Sure.”

You hold the phone up, pointing the camera at your faces. It’s obvious the two of you are topless, but you make sure the bottom of the image cuts off just before your tits are shown. You snap the picture and smile as you look at it. “Thanks,” you say.

Dabi gets out of bed and begins putting his clothes back on. “Are you gonna post it?”

You look up at him. “Hmm?”

“The picture. Are you gonna post it on Twitter?”

“Do you mind if I do?”

He shrugs. “Doesn’t bother me.”

You smile and open Twitter, add some comments and hashtags, and post the photo. Dabi pulls on his boots and says, “I better go. If I found your place from looking at your pictures, I’m sure the heroes can too.”

You suddenly regret posting it. “Wait, does that mean you can’t come back here?”

He looks at you with that unreadable expression again. “Do you want me to come back?”

“Of course I do!”

There’s a small notebook and a pen lying on your nightstand. Dabi picks them up and writes something down. “Here’s my number. Call me and we can meet up somewhere.”

You feel an incredible sense of relief. You can still see him. You can call him, maybe even get to know him for real. You take the notebook in your hands and cradle it, as if it’s a treasure. “Thanks,” you say.

Dabi shrugs again, rubbing the back of his head casually. “No problem,” he says back, seeming just a little awkward about it. “See you around then.”

He leaves through the balcony door, and you start humming happily to yourself again as you head for the shower.

*****

Once Dabi gets back to the hideout, he pulls out his phone and checks Twitter. There’s a new post by his new favorite user. There’s the picture of the two of you. Beneath it is a caption, as well as some hashtags. As he reads it, a grin spreads across his face, and then he breaks out into laughter.

“Got railed by the hottest Todoroki! Best day ever! #Dabisofine #Yesithasstaples #Villainsdoitbetter #EatshitEndeavor”

[dira333]

Passing Peonies - Post War Touya Todoroki - Part V

When the war ended, Midoriya Izuku had proven one thing: That Villains did not need to be killed to be defeated. That you could make friends from enemies.

Touya Todoroki, formerly known as Dabi, had been one of those taken into the rehabilitation program. After one year of intense physical and psychological therapy, he's got the chance to prove himself. To prove that he can be a part of this world.

Complete fic length: 30.600 words - Masterlist

Warnings: poor mental health and resentment against past actions is mentioned, burn scars etc. as well. There is angst but this is mostly soft Touya coming back to his family...

Part 5: (2k words)

“I have to say something.” Touya says and watches his therapist.

After more than a year of this he should be able to read him as well as the other way around, right? But he still comes up empty, day after day.

“I’m falling in love with my employer.”

“Go on.” 

And it’s like that first time at your apartment, the worlds spilling from his lips like molten cheese, the first word pulling the second and third with it, and so on and so forth.

🌺.

“Hey, can we buy these?” He asks at the convenience store, pointing at a shelf of browning ZZ and pancake plants. 

“If you want.” Fuyumi shrugs. “It’s your money.”

“Yeah, yeah. They’re not gonna die, don’t worry. If anything, I’m saving their life.”

“Whatever you say. Hey, you mind eating Curry again tonight?”

“Nah. But you could show me how to do it. I wouldn’t mind helping out with cooking.”

Fuyumi throws him a look he chooses to ignore, content on placing the plants inside the cart.

🌺.

“Be careful with the stems.” He tells Natsuo. “Don’t break them.”

“It’s not that easy, you fucker.” His brother curses. “How the fuck do you tie these ribbons? Is that witchcraft?”

“No, it’s a skill and you’re lacking it. If you can’t do it, let me. Just make sure there’s plant food in the water or the roses won’t keep fresh as long.

“Yeah, yeah. I just wanted to cut some flowers for Mom, not a lecture.”

“Be honest, you wanted both.”

🌺.

“You’re home late.” He says when Shouto drags himself inside. “Have you eaten anything today?”

“I had Soba.” His brother mentions and drapes himself over a chair as he starts taking off his uniform.

“I’m making you a grilled cheese. Miso soup too. You need to eat properly.”

“Thanks.” He hears a quiet mumble and so much more that’s left unsaid.

🌺.

His mother finds him outside, reading a book and taking samples of the earth around the garden, rubbing it between his fingers and sniffing it.

“Are you having fun?” She asks and places a pitcher of homemade lemonade and two glasses on the table, taking a seat to watch him work.

“It’s a shame we have mainly grass lawn, mom.” He explains to her, surprised by his own eagerness, his own growing interest. “If we planted bushes and flowers and expand on the diversity of plants, we could help foster not only bees but different types of butterflies and birds.”

“That does sound appealing. Why don’t you talk to your father about it?”

She smiles until her eyes reach a stump.

“I wish he would do something about that tree,” Rei tells him flatly. “It just wakes sad memories.”

He turns to look at the tree stump, surprised that it takes a moment to realize what she’s talking about.

He’d been about 9 years old, and when attacking Shouto did not work, he’d burned down that tree in a fit of rage, knowing exactly how much that tree meant to his parents, as they had been wed under it, in a time when they must have been happy, or as happy as they could have been.

🌺.

“Why’d you never take out the tree?” He asks his father one night after dinner, the two of them alone in the kitchen.

“The same reason I will always carry these scars, even if they could be healed.” He points to the scarring on his face. “It serves as a reminder, a call to change, to protect what I have with the right means.”

“But you could plant a new tree.” He looks out into the garden, pondering it. “Or plant them around it. As if they’d hug it.”

“I’ll think about it. Or better, I’ll let you think about it. If you have a proposal on how to change the garden, you can come to me with it and we’ll go over it.”

“Or you could just let me do it. It’s my job after all.”

“Oh?” Enji raises his eyebrows in a challenge. “You’re feeling up to this?”

“Absolutely!”

“Well, it’s settled then. How long do you need?”

“A day. I’ve got the plan mostly ready anyway, I just need the right weather and a free day to get it all together.”

“Great. You should have both this weekend. Your mother and I will be out of the house anyway, as I’ve booked an onsen for a weekend getaway. You can convince your siblings to leave you alone if you need them out of the house. You can have my credit card to purchase what you need.”

“The limitless one?”

Enji smiles. “Let’s not go overboard, we don’t need flowers made from diamonds.”

🌺.

It’s Sunday morning, barely past 9 a.m. and he’s already sweating bullets. 

He’d thought that being able to sweat again would be a good thing - at least considering how well his skin grafts took to integrating into his body - but now he just feels plain disgusting. The garden looks like an absolute disaster after more than three hours going at it.

He’d started planting the tulips, realized that he wanted a peony bush in the middle of it, and had to dig some of them back out. 

The stone path he’d wanted to relocate is now a heap of dirty stones in one corner and he’d managed to knock over the bag of fertilizer, spilling its contents everywhere.

He feels himself getting frustrated. And tired. This work is harder than he’d imagined it to be.

-

He decides to take a breather, regretting not talking the plan through with you yesterday when he’d had the chance. Just because he’d wanted to surprise you with the news on Monday, telling you proudly how great everything had worked out.

He ponders the problem from the kitchen sink, his second glass of water in hand. 

Hawks and Natsuo could be used as backup muscle, but he doubts they’d come willingly.

Shouto’s on patrol and Fuyumi’s out visiting a friend. 

What he really needs is someone who’d give him direction while letting him do his thing at the same time. What he really needs is you and while he’d never missed a Friday night, he’d kept his distance, or at least tried to, in the weeks since that night.

He knows it’s a good thing. That doesn’t mean he has to like it.

You pick up after the first ring.

“Hello?”

“Hi. Remember how you said I could call you if I ever had a plant emergency?”

“Of course. What’s the matter?”

“That’s the thing. I got free reign on redesigning our garden and it’s… well, it’s looking a bit awful right now.”

“Just a bit? That’s good news then.” He can hear you moving in the background.

“Very funny. I know today’s your free day but would you mind taking a look? I promise you won’t have to work, you can just sit back on the terrace and tell me what I have to do.”

“It’s no problem, Touya-kun. Just tell me your address.”

-

He realizes, probably five seconds before you ring the bell, that you might have no idea how rich the Todorokis really are. 

But if you feel out of place in your scuffed-up trainers and grass-stained clothes, you’re not letting it show.

Touya explains his plan to you while he shows you the garden, pointing out what he’s already done and what he still has to do.

You nod and nod, look around and pinch the earth just like he’d done and he feels a little proud that he’d copied you without knowing.

Finally, you step up to him and point at the heap of stones.

“You wash them and put them where you want them. After that you take on one part of the garden after the other, minimizing trampling over done work. You’re a little early on the tulips but they should do well. Peonies are a bit risky at this spot and the way you’re planning it, you’re leaving no spot behind to actually use the garden.”

“Use it?” He blinks. “What do you mean?”

“Do you always sit on the terrace? Or do you sit on the lawn too?”

“Well, we used to play outside as children but we’ve grown out of that. I don’t know if Mom still sits outside.”

“Okay, that’s just as well. You just have to be aware of everyone’s needs if you plan for a whole family. What will you do about the tree?”

He should have known you would notice it the second you stepped outside. 

Even if you only point it out now he can tell you’re affected by it. He sighs.

“It burned down when I was about 9. Mom says it makes her sad and my father wants to keep it as a reminder. I… well, I wanted to plant things around it, so that it would seem like the plants would hug it, maybe?”

“Why?”

Your eyes are on him, your question digging deeper than he thought it could.

“When I… When I…” He coughs and tries again. “When I… almost died… at the war… I remember coming to, waking up to my family hugging me, as if they were holding me together, keeping me in one piece. I like that picture.”

You hum. 

“So now we know what your mother wants, what your father wants, and what you want. What about your siblings?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t ask.”

“You said that you felt like Touya had to die for Dabi to live and Dabi had to die for Touya to live but for your family, they were always one and the same. It’s the same with the tree, isn’t it? Whether it stays or it goes, it seems dead to all of you. Have you ever thought of the possibility of it being still alive?”

Touya knows, in theory, that you’re still talking about the tree. But it feels like you’re talking about him.

Has he ever thought of the possibility of himself being alive? 

-

You kneel down in front of the stump and hug it, your cheek resting on the place where it had been cut down. 

It feels personal, like you’re hugging him and you’re not hugging him until you’re starting to hum, a tune he’s heard so often he can hear himself tune in.

Under your arms the tree stump glows faintly until it grows and grows, two thick stems rising up and pushing your face away, entwining and circling each other, growing up and up and up. They’re the height of a bush, a person, taller now than the first tree had been, its foliage a friendly green that smiles down at him.

You sink to the floor next to it and he’s too slow to catch you, can only pick you up and carry you inside, your sleeping form fitting too well into his arms.

-

He washes the stones and places them, thinking about himself at age 9. He finishes his display of tulips and peonies and thinks about himself, waking up from a coma.

With every flower bulb he plants, and every bush he places, he thinks about the past.

It’s therapeutic, in a way, to feel himself come alive in this place.

He’d wondered if this was growing into a new obsession, but could it be an obsession when it feels so healthy?

By the time you step back out, he’d started placing the plants he wants to “hug” their family tree.

“Sleep well?” Touya asks when you kneel down next to him and dig your hands into the dirt.

“I’ve never been able to grow a tree in one sitting.” You explain to him, your voice soft. “But it wanted to grow.”

“Yeah.” He looks up at the foliage. “He’s been waiting for his chance long enough.”

“What are you going to name it?”

Toya looks at the two stems that are intertwined now. “Enji and Rei.”

You smile. “That’s a good name.”

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I feel really bad for Shoto and for how the narrative treats him.

He started off so strong in the Sports Festival only for it to steadily go downhill.

I can see him putting aside his hatred for his father so he can learn how to control his fire side, alright fair, it's not like there're any other heroes with fire control and it seems like most of them work for Endeavor.

But to have him wanting to be friends with Bakugou even though he's a mini version of his dad, any other writer would have Shoto hate his guts and steer clear of him no matter what.

And then that whole dinner scene in general and Izuku saying the whole forgiving him because you're kind... (Like I know that wasn't what Izuku meant to say but it could REALLY come across to Shoto that if he doesn't forgive his father, than he isn't kind) I just wish it could've been worded better.

And then from the War arc and forward he's just been made into a plot device in his OWN FUCKING ARC just to forward Endeavor's redemption.

Shoto was one of the more developed characters of 1-A, but he just been slowly fading away as time went on to where he only has the family drama and is only a plot device.

And that's not even going into the bullshit twist of Dabi having an ice quirk and therefore ruining Shoto's purpose in the story in the process!

Hi @theloganator101 👋,

Agreed I feel horrible for poor Shoto but also for Dabi in light of how this plot has turned out.

I'll start with Shoto since I feel like you have completely hit the nail on the head with how things went wrong with how his character and plot were handled.

I'll be honest, I still blame Hori for Shoto not completely diverging from his father's influence post sports festival. Fire quirks seem to be common (I.e Midoriya Hisashi and his fire breath) so why couldn't Hori have made another high ranking hero wield fire - I.e Made Burnin a fellow hero instead of an Endeav sidekick and had him learn off her? It's all to lock Shoto with his abuser under the guise of the "logic" of the setting and I hate it.

Ah the TodoBaku friendship. How I hate it. I agree with your points entirely. Logically, Shoto should loathe Bakugou for all the similarities he shows to Endeavour, for how openly Bakugou hates and mistreats Izuku and if not for any of that - for how he yelled at Fuyumi and frightened her. That should have had Bakugou evicted from the Todofam house, I mean just look at how she is drawn here.

Fuyumi looks so so upset and frightened, like she's flashing back to all the other times she faced Endeavour being aggressive and angry like that. It's upsetting to see. Yet Hori doesn't allow Shoto to be justifiably angry about this, to kick Bakugou out or even just to say "Don't talk to my sister like that." Hori has him gloss right over it in a very OOC manner. This 'friendship' Hori forces does nothing for Shoto and is only there to repair Bakugou's image.

As for the next point, Izuku's speech to Todoroki. Honestly I was upset that this seemingly sweet domestic scene where we could have learnt more about Fuyumi, Natsuo and Shoto's characters was instead forcibly being made to be, yet again, all about Endeavour. You gave a very charitable interpretation of Izuku's meaning there, one I saw a lot of Tododeku shippers believe or solely focus on the fact that "Awww Izuku said Shoto was kind!! How sweet!!😍" whereas I hated this moment for Izuku. If that was the meaning Hori intended he should have worded it better because looking at this:

I read the meaning as "because you are caring you're waiting to forgive him," the subtext that Natsuo (and I) took from what the narrative was saying that he was not caring because he can't forgive Endeavour. This is unacceptable. That could be coming from what was taught to Izuku as a child regarding Bakugou (it would have been interesting to have Izu go through an arc where he realises he was wrong about this - but I digress.) Due to the fact that the narrative treats this as the right and correct opinion so it comes across - icky at best.

In the war arc, Shoto was made into a device for Endeavor's "redemption", he lost his uniqueness in being the masterpiece because now Dabi is too and way more powerful than Shoto - seemingly! (Shoto's line "I may not have been able to stop the (Dabi's) attack by myself" while Dabi created all that immense firepower himself, while generating his own ice to save himself and Endeav, suggests this.) I hate it.

As for Dabi, I feel bad for him too. His bond with Natsuo was cast to the side in favour of his one with Endeavour. I feel like Dabi could have benefited from a flashback of Fuyumi and Natsuo playing with him while he's burning alive fighting Endeavor - and one of Natsuo and him bonding separately. Then having Dabi be like "Natsuuu! Natsuu come play with me."

Focusing on Dabi's POV while he is burning alive fighting Endeavour instead what we got would have worked better too. It would have highlighted the positive memories he had with his other family members and his mental state before having him double down on his Endeav hatred. It would have been more impactful.

I would have liked instead of Dabi being K.O'd by his families ice, them (and Shoto) helping cool him down. Then after Shoto employs some 'talk no jutsu' Dabi's fire changing back from blue to red as he finally calms down, maybe after killing Endeav, which Shoto would feel mixed about. No Ice B.S to 'justify' Endeav or his quirk marriage. The message should have been that Dabi never needed to be "perfect" to be worth anything as a human - giving him ice ruins that message entirely.

[sarahjtv]

So, My Hero Academia Chapter 387 (MASSIVE SPOILERS AHEAD)...

That was a really, really good chapter, but hoo boy that fucked me up real bad and I need to get some thoughts off my chest before I go to sleep.  Tumblr is the best place to post this; I’m not spending $8 on Twitter Blue to type this out.

First off, more eugenic stuff yay...  This time with Rei’s family, the Himuras.  So, turns out that Geten (the ice villain following Re-Destro) is a part of that family which means that he’s the Todoroki’s cousin at best.  I think Rei would’ve said something if he was her brother. 

And that the Himura’s have been inbreeding to keep their bloodline “pure” and their ice Quirk in tact...  And forced marriages were also desperate attempts to keep this in check.  UM WHAT THE FUCK, HORIKOSHI???  I’m not saying this is a bad thing story-wise, but it makes the Todoroki Family situation so, so much worse if that was even possible.  And sadly they’re not the only family to do this... 

So, if Rei was a product of inbreeding, then (and correct me if I’m wrong) the Todoroki children are technically inbred too on top of being born out of a quirk marriage to begin with INCLUDING SHOUTO WHO’S BEEN THROUGH ENOUGH (I need to clarify that I’m not criticizing Rei or her kids, it’s not their faults. I’m criticizing the practice of inbreeding itself).  I feel ill just thinking about that.  This is some royal family shit that should never be a thing to begin with.  I don’t care if marrying your 2nd cousin shouldn’t fuck up the kids too badly, it’s still extremely fucked up period!  This is honestly worse than the quirk marriage imo and that was bad enough as it was.  I kind of wish Horikoshi didn’t include this because it’s sadly kind of warpping my perception of them, but I’m not going to fly over to Japan and throw hands with him over it.

And this puts more context into why Rei chose to marry Enji because agreeing to be bought into a marriage with Endeavor to create the perfect offspring with Fire and Ice is somehow better than MARRYING YOUR FUCKING COUSIN AND HAVING A CHILD WITH THEM!  She never had a good choice to begin with; she just chose the best one that was given to her.  God, I feel bad for this woman.

I honestly need a few days to process this because it was dropped so casually and now I need to sit down and think of the implications of it while working on my finals 🥲

Onto Dabi who is fighting his dad with like half of his body remaining.  How the hell this man is alive is a goddamn mystery because he looks like a burning skeleton.  And this whole thing has caused his Quirk to evolve to the point where he’s now producing ICE ❄️!  HE HAS AN ICE QUIRK NOW TOO!  IT’S EXACTLY THE THING ENDEAVOR WANTED THIS WHOLE TIME AND NOW HE HAS IT IN THE WORST WAY POSSIBLE!  I WANT TO SCREAM!  SHOUTO AND DABI ARE REALLY 2 SIDES OF THE SAME COIN! 

There really is no way of knowing if Touya would’ve unlocked this part of his Quirk if he trained more with Endeavor, but the fact that he actually had the potential to become exactly what he was born for is devastating.  He could’ve been what his father wanted him to become, but his Quirk was too dangerous to himself to try.  If this happened, Natsuo and Shouto might not have been born (I’m glad they were born tbh), but at least the family would’ve been spared a shit ton of trauma.

Oh, and it looks like that massive fire punch he threw at Endeavor completely burned off his right arm and now he’s right armless like Endeavor.  That one panel of them “dancing” with right fire arms is haunting.  You could write a whole short essay on that panel.  Horikoshi loves parallels and I do too.

Honestly, I really expected Horikoshi to just kill off Endeavor and Dabi at the same time this chapter.  It looked like that’s where it was going.  There are a lot of ways their fates could be going and I can see it happening all those ways.  Personally, I want them to live at least until Shouto finally gets there.  I think Horikoshi is setting up that “Todoroki Family Reunion” he’s been planning since Chapter 300 or something especially with Rei entering the battle field.  What happens next is something we’ll have to wait for.  I want Endeavor to live honestly.  But, I can definitely see Dabi dying at the end because I really don’t think he’s going to survive at this rate.  Horikoshi cooked him too well 😂😭.

And finally REI TODOROKI!!!  The block or whatever her and her family were being transported in was stopped right below Gunga Mountain last chapter and they were forced to go up to the surface to make sure they avoid Dabi’s fiery explosion.  That’s why she’s up on the surface to begin with.  I do want to know how the hell she got to the battlefield so quickly though.  I don’t see her as a fighter, but maybe she trained her Ice Quirk to glide on it like Shouto does.  I’m really curious to see what she does because she does hold some responsibility for how Dabi turned out and I think she’s trying to atone in a way too.  This better not mean she’s dying though.  I don’t need the Todorokis to deal with more trauma, especially Shouto.

Anyways, there’s a lot to unpack in this chapter and there’s probably more to dive into.  Um, I’m glad to see Mr. Compress again like Horikoshi promised.  He’s probably still assless though.  Where are the 2nd year UA students you promised, sir???  But, yeah, the Todoroki drama continues to be more and more fucked up by the weeks.  Please let this family have peace one day I’m begging  🙏.

[delphi-dreamin]

Dirty Talk

A bedtime phone call goes a bit sideways...

Relationship: Dabi/Touya x Delphi

Word Count: 863

Warnings: Phone sex; mentions of: face fucking, hair pulling, biting, piv, and creampies~

Notes: This ficlet came about directly in response to some lovely mutuals tagging me in a post by the amazingly talented @/itsmattibad. Y'all know me too well. Please keep up the good work.

The room is cool, dark, and quiet when she finally slips under the covers and shimmies her panties down around her thighs. She slides her hands down her torso, letting herself shiver with anticipation as she grazes her nails lightly over her hardening nipples, her stomach, and finally through the coarse curls between her legs. In her mind she holds a singular image: Coarse white hairs trailing down a muscular torso, ending in a thick patch around a hard and leaking—

Her phone buzzing on her nightstand breaks her concentration, and she sighs in frustration as she reaches for it. She doesn’t bother checking who the call is from before answering, her eyes squeezed shut and her jaw clenched.

“Hello?” she huffs.

“I’ve been thinkin’ about you,” a rough, gravelly voice breathes on the other end of the line. It makes her stomach flip and her heart skip a beat.

“Touya?” she breathes, her hand snaking its way back down her body.

“Tell me you've been thinkin’ about me,” he groans low.

“I have been,” she replies, warmth blooming within her at the admission. “God, I can't stop thinking about you.”

There’s a pleased hum through her phone’s speaker that sends her fingers diving between her damp folds to stroke herself. The sigh she lets out at the contact is little more than a breath puffed out from between her lips, but it makes him groan all the same.

“What are you doing right now?” she asks, barely above a breathy whisper.

He chuckles, “I’m in bed. Wishin’ you were here.”

“Why’s that?” Playing coy almost never works, but she tries it anyway, smiling to herself.

“Damn, babe. I gotta have a reason to want you around?”

“No,” she admits, still smiling. “But you have one, don’t you? Maybe you were thinking about how much you wish you could sink into my warm, wet pussy?”

His hiss on the other end of the line tells her that’s exactly what he was thinking about. She huffs out a laugh, a thrill running through her at the thought of him thinking about her the same way she was thinking about him at the same time. She feels her pulse quicken at the thought, heat flooding her cheeks and pooling in her lower abdomen.

“Fuck, baby,” he groans, and she can hear his voice break. “I love it when you talk dirty.”

“Yeah?” she hums, reaching over to her nightstand to grab the little blue vibe from her drawer. “You like when I tell you that I was getting ready to touch myself to the thought of sucking your dick? How I wanna run my nose through those gorgeous white pubes until I’m drooling and then swallow you down to the base?”

“Yeah, baby girl,” he breathes. She can hear the low creak of his bed in the background of the call and smiles to herself. She can picture him in bed, clear as day, his thick cock fisted in one hand and the other gripping his snowy white locks. She’s sure he’s got one leg splayed open, knee bent. Maybe it’s resting against the wall beside him. Or maybe he’s got it laid down on the bed, his back arched as he strokes himself.

She nestles the buzzing toy between her legs, letting out a soft breath as she finds the spot that makes her see stars.

“I want you to hold me by my hair while you fuck my throat, make me choke on it. I want you to hold me down until I’m gagging and gasping for air, and then, after you’ve let me take a breath, I want you to force me back down again.”

There’s a knot forming in her stomach, tightening with every soft groan and every quiet slap of skin she hears from Touya’s end of the line. His pace is becoming erratic, and she does up her own to match.

“And when you've almost had enough, I want you to pull me up into your lap and make me ride you until we're both spent. I wanna feel your thick cock twitching inside me and I want you to fill me to bursting with your hot cum. I want you to sink your teeth into my shoulder and your nails into my ass and make me scream your name while I squeeze every last drop of cum from your—”

“Fuck, Delphi!” she hears him growl.

Her name rolling off his tongue as he coats his own stomach in cum makes something snap within her, and she’s rolling her hips as her walls clench around nothing. She rides out her orgasm until the suction from her vibrator begins to hurt and then she shuts it off, tossing it to the side and letting herself go limp. She hears nothing but heavy panting from her phone for so long that she’s afraid he’s fallen asleep. But finally she hears him groan.

“I'm coming over right now,” he grunts, and she can hear the rattle of his belt buckle behind his words. “I need put that mouth of yours to better use.”

She giggles almost drunkenly, “I’ll see you soon.”

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[moon-quq]

Dabi x Fem!Reader : P1

Depending on popularity of this one I'll post P2, like I did with my Loki fic, but for now here's for my Dabi sluts <3 Note: this doesn't follow actual mha works or timestamps, so don't get angy at me

Warnings : Slow burn, kinda sad ngl

" Touyaa!! Give it back- This is the second time you've taken it from me! " You screeched, stomping the ground while glaring up at Touya Todoroki, your best friend in the world. " Oh cmon! I know you can get it! " He snickered, placing his hand as high as he could while watching you jump to try and grab your toy. Eventually he caved and handed it back while grinning. " You're a meanie for that. " You huffed, holding the toy tightly too you while he ruffled your hair and replied. " But I'm your meanie pipsqueak. " This made you smile with utmost happiness.

TimeSkip : 18 Years Later ➜

Your alarm blared loudly off beside you but,, you didn't dare move, just layed face down in your pillow wishing the day would fuck off again but alas.. it did not so eventually you drug yourself out of bed and towards the bathroom to get ready for work. " Y/N you're late again. " Shit. You were late by 20 mins this time. " I'm sorry Enji.. I didn't hear my clock in time, this week has been pretty rough. " You muttered, grabbing your coffee while walking past the big burly dude. It had been years now since Touya disappeared and this week marks yet another off the calendar. Enji of course refuses to have any acknowledgment of it, maybe it's too painful for him.

There was another villain group sitting in the city today, leaving everyone on high alert that they may end up trying something, but of course everything stayed queit all day until evening where there was reports of blue flames appearing near the high school which caused every goody two shoes in radius to flock there as fast as possible. You were there first due to your quirk but looking back on it now, you wished you were last. The entire woods beside the school was on fire, burning in bright blue flames.. And right in the middle was some guy in a long coat with burn scars and black hair. " Hey! Stop right there! " You called loudly, looking around slightly to scope your surroundings before back at the male who now turned to face you giving you a look at his face and you thought you'd faint.. He looked like Touya, but also didn't.. His eyes were Touyas.. But his hair and skin looked nothing like the boy you once knew, no he was dead.

By the time you knew it, you did infact actually fucking faint,, now slowly waking up in a hospital wing you groaned from the pounding in your head.. the familiar old lady waddling in to smile up at you. " You havent been sleeping well have you dear? " She asked quietly, causing you to shake your head no and lay back down. " Too many nightmares again. " She only clicked her tongue and pulled your blanket over you while beginning to speak again. " Maybe getting some new friends would help you get over the feeling.. I see you every year during this time, and it's no wound I can heal. Only you can. " You knew she was right but you also were terrified if you let the memories of your Touya go,, he would be forgotten forever.

TimeSkip : A week later ➜

Ever since that day in the woods you'd been stuck thinking,, wondering if that was infact Touya.. and the longer you thought on it, the more invested you became until the point you caved and decided to go against your every promise and try and find the league thats plagued the city for months now.

First you began at the local corners where gangs hung out, making sure to pull your hood over your head enough to not be noticed but,, the blue flame boy was nowhere to be found, so you decided to check any other shady areas you could think of.. to yet again, no avail. And by the time you called quits it was already midnight.. But you felt the most defeated you'd ever been in a long, long time so of course your body made a b-line for a nearby bar that was mostly empty, now stepping inside to see a handful of people around the place. A shadow like man behind the bar greeted you in almost a confused way. " Hello Miss, what can I get for you tonight? " You noted that his voice was slightly anamatronic while speaking, maybe he was just nervous.. The other people around looked like normals, teens with no life or adults wanting to drink their life away. " Whatever is the strongest. " you replied while scooting into a stool at the bar to be comfy while you wait. " Is she that hero who fainted during the villain fight??? " You heard someone speaking behind you which caused your eye to twitch,, fucking paparazzi caught you fainting in the middle of the flames on camera.. and you were not exempt from Enji yelling at you and forcing you to be a desk worker instead of in the field. " She shouldn't be a hero if she's going to collapse in the middle of a fight, pathetic. " And that, one snide comment is what hit you over the edge, now shooting the shot you were given before turning around. " If you have shit to say you can say it to my face instead of gossiping about someone else's life you ungrateful fucking cunts. " You spat, glaring towards the back corner full of teen girls who stared at you in disbelief of what you had just said.

" What seems to be going on down here? " A low cold voice called while stepping down the stairs towards the back, the girls instantly fangirling while looking at whoever it was.. Except when he came into your view you froze, and so did he. " Get out, all of you. " He spat, glaring at the girls before back at you.. But like most girls they didn't listen the first time. " I won't tell you again, get out. " And with that final boom they finally stood up and left, along with everyone else who was a bystander. " Touya.. " You whispered, staring at him for a moment longer before darkness yet again covered your vision and you collapsed to the ground.

Sometime later,, you didn't know how long as your phone and watch were gone, as was your keys and whatever else you had on you. You were still in the bar, just looked like a more run down exact copy of the one you were just in. " Hello? " You called out, groaning at the pang in your head as you sat up fully. " You aren't supposed to be here Y/N. " Someone in the distance called while another giggled. " So this is that childhood chick you always talk about huh? " And then another more strained voice croaked. " She's a hero and knows him, she's bad news to even be here. We have to get rid of her. " And with that your fear piped up, now panicking while looking towards the voices which instantly made your blood run cold, you were infact infront of the entire league of villians. " No! You cannot kill her, I won't let you. " The one you believed was Touya now stepped infront of you, glaring at the other members who stared back. " You would keep our greatest risk alive.. all because of a childhood fling?! I think I'm starting to question your loyalty Dabi.. " The man who looked mostly dead seethed, but you were too focused on the name Dabi.. He was one of the main villains you were trying desperately to catch. And here he was, right infront of you.." I'll keep her. I'll train her not to say anything, I'll break her to be nothing but a loyal dog. " He spat back, this wasn't Touya.. this wasn't the boy you loved, this was some cold demon who just threatened to turn you into a slave.. However, the man who seemed to be the leader only hummed and nodded, looking away now whilst Touya turned to grab you by the shirt and pull you along towards the stairs. " Cmon doll, we got some fun to be had. "

[satancopilotsmytardis]

I am fully addicted to your fics and go feral whenever a new one is posted. Because of your writing I’ve firmly become a Shiggy/Hawks shipper. Headcannons for Shigadabihawks.

☾,∇, ൠ, ✿

Buddy, I'm so glad you like my work, but I feel immeasurable guilt over turning you into a shigahawks shipper when I never make content for them anymore 😔

☾ - sleep headcanon

As a group: Hawks is on one side with his wings wrapped around the other two, Dabi is in the middle, usually holding onto Hawks, Shigaraki is on the other side holding onto Dabi until he's sure that they're both asleep and then he gets up to do something else unless it's a rare night he's not suffering from insomnia.

Dabi: Has nightmares a lot, and is always tired, can fall asleep anywhere and even standing up if he feels safe enough

Hawks: Sleepy boy, when he has a day off he is washing his sheets, fluffing his pillows, and making sure his softest blanket is fresh from the dryer so that he can indulge in the Peak sleep experience

Shigaraki: What the fuck is sleep? No real reason, no nightmares even after remembering his past, he just doesn't sleep very much.

✿ - Sex headcanon

As a group: Dabi and Shigaraki like to work Hawks over together best, there's just a lot more they both can be doing with the addition of his wings, and Hawks will never admit it, but he loves being a pillow princess for them.

Dabi: Lost his virginity last of the three of them (the skin falling off and coma were contributing factors). Down for whatever, but does generally prefers AMAB anatomy because he has an oral fixation and loves getting his throat fucked (straps are fine but it's not as good)

Hawks: Thinks he has a low sex drive, but it's really mostly his baggage. He's been a sex symbol in Japan since he was 19 and he's been working as a spy doing honeytraps for a lot longer. He's so unimpressed with sex he's almost uninterested until he finds people that he actually clicks with and genuinely wants.

Shigaraki: Sex is a game and he is winning. Lol no, but he does engage with sex/kink as a form of entertainment. It's something fun to do that feels good, and it's one of the only times he gets to touch someone and they actually want that which helps settle something in his brain.

∇ - old age/aging headcanon

As a group: Hawks an Shigaraki mock Dabi for being an old man, Hawks calls Shigaraki whippersnapper, they are the same as they've always been, but their joints ache now and it looks like Hawks is going to have white hair too soon.

Dabi: did not think he was gonna make it this far and for a long time he's got even more self-destructive tendencies. Takes him deciding that he wants to stick around to see his nieces and nephews grow up before he decides to be a more mature adult. (If he's no longer a villain, he starts a program that can help teach quirk regulation to people like him who have unstable ones.)

Hawks: Also assumed he would die young. Retires from being a hero and focuses on making himself a little life of his own. Has a bakery he goes to for pastries, becomes the old man who feeds the birds, leaves his wings at home when he does those things so he can just be Keigo and not 'retired number two hero: Hawks'

Shigaraki: As he gets older he tries to find kids like him who need someone to take them in. Makes a home for them like AFO did for him (ideally without the ulterior motives). Just eventually the anger and the disgust fade and he is more interested in making sure no kids get abandoned because they're hard to deal with.

ൠ - random headcanon

As a group: One of the best days they've ever had together was the three of them just spending time together on a nice afternoon. They were just a tangle on the couch, Hawks napping, Dabi reading, and Shig playing one of his games. It was incredibly chill and lowkey and none of them will admit it, but for that afternoon they all wished they weren't heroes/villains because if they weren't then this could have just been their life together.

Dabi: Hates that he's always so hot because fluffy sweaters and stuff look so comfy, but he literally can't wear them without overheating.

Hawks: Every time he sees a birdfeeder he wonders. He's not a bird. But. But what would that taste like to him? This haunts him.

Shigaraki: He is the most ride or die person you will ever meet. Once he has imprinted on a person then he is going to make sure they're taken care of and happy. (This is a threat (: )

[thesakuragarnet]

Perfectly Good At It

Summary: Toya and Keigo decide to try something new. (a k!nktober oneshot from my PHOENIX AU; takes place a week before the wedding)

THIS WORK IS 18+ ONLY! S3XUAL TAGS WILL BE HIDDEN BELOW THE KEEP READING BUTTON!

Non-Spicy Tags: Hero!Dabi, alternate universe, engaged DabiHawks, swearing, heavy smut, they're in LOVE, making out, massage

Word Count: 1,813 words

AO3 link

Spicy Tags: k!nkt0ber, top Dabi, b0ttom Hawks, b0ndage, brand!ng, light BD$M, bl!ndfolds, t3mperature play, dom/sub undertones, switch DabiHawks, restraints, gay s3x, a n a l s3x, handj0bs, butt plugs, bl0wjobs, tongue piercings

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"There. Nice and snug. Can you get out?" Toya raises his eyebrow as he finishes tying the bright red silk rope restraints to each of the bed posts; Kei pulls his wrists and ankles, but it definitely looks like he's hardly trying. 

"Not unless I really want to. It's not gonna come loose without me really freaking out," Keigo mutters with a sly smirk on his face. 

"You feel even the slightest bit uncomfortable, let me know ASAP, birdie," Toya murmurs as he bends down to kiss him. Keigo meets the fire-Quirk-user eagerly, his tongue gliding across Toya's lip as his wings strain to fold over his outstretched arms, but he can't wrap him up with the restraints. 

"Where do you want it?" Toya growls into the kiss; he'd been looking forward to this more than he'd like to admit. Tattoos could be lasered off. Branding was permanent. Branding was commitment . It's obsessively sexy to Toya in a way that he can't articulate. He made an S&M joke, and, next thing he knew, Kei was asking if he wanted to burn his name into his skin. He’d already had his handprints branded on his ass from that night on Enoshima. Even then , Toya was terrified. This is a lot more precise. He would have to show intense control over his Quirk; it'll only go into his fingertips, and it'll be a small fraction of his power. Just enough to leave a burn. Just enough to make Kei feel it. Keigo doesn't answer his question, instead, he kisses Toya deeply...he kisses him with pure lust...something Toya's not entirely used to from him. 

“Inner thighs. First half on one second half on the other,” Keigo answers between breaths. 

" When do you want it?" Toya mutters between rough, sloppy kisses as he softly wraps a hand around Kei's throat and gingerly squeezes. Breath hisses out of Keigo's nostrils, and he inhales sharply, his whole body shuddering. Toya feels something twitch against his cock, and he breaks the kiss to see that Keigo's already lost in his desire. 

"I'll give it to you after you fall apart for me. How about that, baby?" Toya huffs as he reaches over and grabs the matching red silk blindfold from the nightstand. “Just as you’re at the edge of your orgasm.”

Carefully, he slips it over Keigo’s eyes, and the winged man shivers in anticipation. 

“Shhhh. You’re safe, Kei. I’m right here,” Toya whispers lovingly as he plants gentle kisses down his jawline, tracing the side of his neck with his tongue. Once again, Keigo strains against the ropes, wishing he could put up a fight for dominance. Toya smiles as he sinks his teeth into Keigo’s shoulder, dragging his hand slowly down his fiancé's body until it wraps around his leaking cock. Keigo gasps at the stimulation, feathers standing on end as Toya slowly pumps his hand up and down. 

“ Fuck , it hits different when I can’t see you,” Keigo practically whimpers, feathers flexing as he groans, forced to be completely at Toya’s mercy. 

“You’re so beautiful, Kei,” Toya croons, pressing his thumb beneath the sensitive flesh of his partner’s tip as he strokes his cock. Keigo’s mouth hangs open, panting as he focuses on the sensations. The ropes tighten as Keigo pulls against it, the silk pressing into his sun-kissed skin. Toya flattens his tongue against the skin on Keigo’s neck, licking up the side. Keigo shivers when he feels the cold metal ball of Toya’s tongue piercing. He tightly grips onto Hawks’ shoulder, fingertips just barely brushing his splayed-out wings as he massages the rippling muscles. The winged Pro groans, back arching and hips slowly rolling as much as he can, which isn’t very much considering his arms and legs are tied to the bedposts. Still, the added friction of his cock against Toya’s palm is enough to elicit a sharp gasp from Keigo.

“Easy, birdie,” Third-Degree huffs, his own cock twitching with arousal as his eyes soften, drinking in the perfect picture of his partner succumbing to pleasure. He releases his grip on Keigo’s shoulder, reaching over and flipping open the bottle of lube, squeezing it into his hand. Keigo’s muscles twitch when he hears the familiar sound. Toya groans as he slathers the lube on his erection, shivering at the sensation that sends chills down his spine and makes lust stir in his gut. He wants…no… needs Keigo. If he wasn’t worried about hurting him too badly, he’d shove it in and ram into him like a goddamn rabbit, but Toya can be patient. The payoff will be worth it…when Keigo is a screaming, whining, crying, cumming mess with Toya’s name branded on his inner thighs…when Toya can’t help but moan as his vision whites and his orgasm wrecks his body, crashing down through his brain and making his toes curl. The passion between them exacerbated every touch…every climax…every physical reaction…it was delicious. It was addicting . 

“I’m pulling out the plug. Relax,” Toya whispers, breath hot and heavy in Keigo’s ear as he releases his grip on his cock, reaching up beneath his lover’s spread legs and curling his fingers around the red heart gem. Keigo groans as Toya slowly pulls it free, shuddering when it leaves him empty and wanting.

Toya sets the plug off to the side, turning his attention back to his fiancé. He leans forward, smashing his lips to Keigo’s, who shivers with pleasure on contact. 

“You’re so pretty when you’re all tied up like a present,” Toya grins into the sloppy kisses, making Keigo sigh.

“You sing so beautifully,” Toya smirks, hands firmly grabbing his thighs as he begins to kiss down his chin, to his neck, between his pecs, down his washboard abs…and lower still. 

“Fuck me already, please ,” Keigo begs, voice shrill and raspy from near-constant airflow. Toya’s lips curl into a cruel smirk as he gently suckles Keigo’s leaking tip, making the winged Pro gasp and cry out, flexing against his restraints. Hawks desperately tries to roll his hips, as if he’s trying to force himself down his lover’s throat. At the first sign of pressure, Toya eagerly obliges, eyes watering as he feels Kei’s dick pulsing in the back of his throat. 

“Oh, God ,” Keigo moans, practically salivating at the sensations. Toya groans, sending vibrations around the throbbing cock in his mouth as he presses the ball of his tongue piercing along the shaft. 

Ssssssszzzle.

Toya’s Quirk bubbles up beneath his skin, and he just barely concentrates it at his fingertips as he grips Keigo’s inner thighs. 

“ Mark me ~,” Keigo blubbers, his voice strained and whimpering as he pleads over and over. His ears are filled with the sounds of Toya enthusiastically sucking him off, precome-slicked lips puckered tightly around his cock. Toya takes a deep breath, breathing sharply through his nose as he swallows, concentrating hard as he traces his left pointer finger on Keigo’s right inner thigh, branding the letters “T” and “O”. Keigo cries out in a mixture of pain and pleasure, writhing and pulling against the ropes while Toya holds him still. 

“Ffffuck !” Keigo screams, wings stiffening as his lover brands the other half of his name into his left inner thigh. 

“Baby…you’re so sexy,” Toya sighs with his mouth full of cock, calling his Quirk back as his fingers slightly steam, and the subtle smell of burning flesh fills the air. 

“C-c-close,” Keigo stutters, wailing as hot tears streak down his cheeks. Immediately, Toya pulls back, gasping for air as he lines up his lubed cock with Keigo’s aching hole. 

Wanton moans spill from Keigo’s lips as Toya slips into him, stretching him open until he’s sobbing. Toya grips the headboard, the wood creaking beneath his grip.

“C-can’t hold- ah -onnnn~” Keigo pants as Toya rolls his hips until they’re skin to skin.  

Toya rips the blindfold off, exposing Keigo’s blown-out pupils, golden irises swallowed up by inky black. Keigo lurches forward as far as he can, feathers parting from his wings and pressing flat against Toya’s shoulder blades, forcing him to meet Keigo in a wet, desperate kiss. Toya wraps his arms around Keigo, grabbing his shoulders and digging his fingernails into his skin. Keigo’s moans taste so sweet on Toya’s tongue, and his eyes roll back into his head as he feels his lover clamping down on him. 

‘God, I’m not gonna last long,’ Toya’s thoughts race to the forefront of his mind as he feels the familiar aching buildup between his legs. He concentrates on kissing Keigo, hearing the bedposts creak as the Pro tries to pull free. He’s showing immense self-restraint; Toya knows he could probably snap himself free in an instant if he really wanted. If Keigo was free, he’d probably have his wings wrapped around his back, pulling him as close as humanly possible, making it so his cock was pressing firmly against Toya’s abs, getting every little bit of friction that he could. Just the thought sends shockwaves down Toya’s spine…and-

“Oh, fuck ,” Toya rasps into the kiss, his voice cracking as he comes, pumping as deep as he can inside his lover. Keigo whimpers, melting at the sensation of warmth spurting inside as his own orgasm shortly follows, splashing white on Toya’s abdomen. Keigo’s feathers slice the red silk ropes, and, immediately, he wraps his arms around Toya, hugging him close as the two passionately kiss. 

“God, I fucking love you,” Toya moans, losing his composure as he traces the inside of Keigo’s mouth with his tongue. 

“Love you, too,” Keigo mumbles, wings wrapped around them, encasing them in a crimson cocoon. They sit there in silence for a few beats, before Toya starts pulling out, making Keigo wince. The moment they separate, Toya’s cradling Kei in his arms, running his hands through his blonde hair and whispering sweet nothings into his ear. 

“That was fun,” Keigo laughs half-heartedly once the brain fog clears, and Toya smiles down at him, nuzzling into the top of his head.

“Oh was it?” He teases, and Keigo pushes him away with a smirk. 

“I still don’t know what I prefer more. Me being tied up or you being tied up,” Keigo sneers, and Toya rolls his eyes. Keigo peers down, lifting his legs with a painful grunt as he tries to inspect the branding marks on his inner thighs. 

“Now whenever I spread my legs for you, you’ll see your name,” Kei huffs with a shit-eating grin. 

“Does it hurt?” Toya asks, his eyes full of genuine concern as he tilts Kei’s chin toward him. The winged Pro shrugs. 

“Dull sting now. I’m okay. Besides, I wanted it,” Keigo winks before pressing a soft kiss to Toya’s lips. The white-haired man’s eyes flutter shut as he kisses him back. 

“Let’s get cleaned up.”

[simpingandshitposting]

Don't worry there's no spoilers in this post (unless ur super perceptive and read into things then idk this might be a spoiler)

But I just got the BIGGEST My Hero Academia spoiler about Dabi and im having a whole conniption right now😭

And I wanna talk about it SO BAD but I don't want to spoil anyone else bc spoilers suck and most ppl hate it.

Back when I first started watching MHA which was just like a few months before S6 was released, when I first saw Dabi's character I IMMEDIATELY fell in love with him.

Now...I'm not someone that goes out and looks for spoilers cuz I don't really like being spoiled. But sometimes I get spoilers anyways 😭 but it doesn't bother me too much, mostly bc 9 times out of 10 I'll completely forget about it by the time I get there in the show anyways lmfao (the ADHD habit of literally forgetting everything 5 seconds after it happens)

But the ONE and ONLY time I actually purposely sought information/ spoilers was right after Dabi was introduced and I wanted to know absolutely everything there was to know about this man, and I was too impatient to wait for it to come up in show (especially since this was before S6 release so TECHNICALLY him being a Todoroki was still a spoiler for anime only ppl)

Therefore, I dug up everything I could and there are lots of things I know about Dabi's back story that even still are not in the anime, however, THIS information that i just got was very much so new to me😭😭

And while maybe this might not be as big of a spoiler as I'm making it out to be, it certainly feels that way as a Dabi fan

I don't even know any of the details, or how it happens, or when, or what triggers it, I just know the singular detail of information and that it's from the final arc

And again, maybe I'm over reacting 😭 cuz I really love Dabi SO MUCH and this bit of info just like is such a game changer. And it's really such a slap in the face to Enji (deserved) and also it's like...So fucking awesome, but when u really think about it, it's a bit sad in some ways?? Bc of all the trauma he had to go thru in order to get here, and how that really could have been avoided if Enji wasnt such an abusive father.

And also like.... the relationship this could have created between Shoto and his older brother🥲 I know Dabi hates him because of the favoritism Enji played and Shoto got everything that he felt like he deserved, and all of the attention that he craved. But like honestly i wish for nothing more then for them to have the wholesome sibling relationship that I see is fanarts😭😭 bc both of them deserve so much love, especially after how they were both abused by the same man, just in different ways. And I feel like, if Touya had been allowed a normal childhood, this new info would have created a bond between them that just would have been so sweet and wholesome 😭😭

I just want him to feel loved🥲 but I'm like fr losing it over this spoiler even tho it was a such a tiny piece of information and I just needed to say SOMETHING while still trying my best not to spoil others

I hope this didn't give anything away 😭 I feel like it's pretty vague but idk some ppl are super perceptive so if this spoiled it for you then I am so so sorry😭😭

[chickennuggeg]

Roots

It starts with a hangover that has him stumbling into the bathroom to throw up. He heaves empty air, grimacing at the feeling of the skin on his cheek tearing from moving too fast. The staples are due for a change anyways, he thinks. In the distance a phone rings. It’s probably Shigaraki being a pain and asking him to find more recruitments.

Drip. He watches a bead of red fall into the murky water of the toilet. It mixes with spit to make a murky brownish pink. Gross. Ring, ring! The phone from the bedroom goes off again, and Dabi tells it to fuckoff. Crazy villian in his sad apartment cursing out his phone. It’d be funny if he wasn’t about to pass out right now. Ring! Maybe it isn’t Shigaraki. It could be Toga bothering him with a cute boy or girl she saw on the street. Or maybe Hawks with his all cool double agent persona asking when the next meeting is. Yeah, he can afford to ignore that. He’s a villian, he can do whatever the fuck he wants. The sound of the phone sounds a lot less annoying once he thinks about it that way.

Slumping away from the toilet seat, he goes to brush his teeth. His cheeks are gaunt and hollow in the yellowing mirror. Purple scars only look worse each passing day, but it’s nothing he hasn’t been seeing for the past ten years. There’s a mild stench of burning flesh and cigarettes permanently engrained in his apartment now. It’ll probably stay there for years after he dies, which he expects is soon.

Turning his head he notices another line of blood from his ear to his chin. An addition to the staples he needs to change today. Tilting his head to get a better look at the damage, he sees it.

White roots show.

Dabi smells the fire before he feels it. There’s too much dead skin on his hands. He goes through protocol whenever he gets like this. Breathe through it, count from three… that’s what Google said, right? Smoke comes out of his ruined mouth when he sighs.

Dabi opens the cabinet to his left and fishes past bottles of old beer cans and expired snacks to find a half empty bottle of black hair dye. He made the mistake of buying one of those extra girly ones, hence the bottle is a sickly pink with a little rose engraved at the end. Seeing the pink brings another flash of flames and red in his vision, but thankfully this time no real fire starts out. He presses the bottle cap to get out some foamy black substance and applies. He’s supposed to wash his hair afterwards, but at some point Dabi stopped caring. He had hoped that leaving it in long enough would get rid of the ashen white. Still wishes it now, even though it never seems to work.

Why couldn’t it at least have been a pretty white? Post drunk, annoying questions pop up in his head. His natural hair color is all grey and ashy, like he somehow dirtied something that couldn’t be ruined.

Dabi could live with burning off his skin. It was never that nice anyway, always red and angry and rough. He hates his eyes. He wishes his eyes would burn. And the black hair is just something to add to the look. It’s a necessity for the grand reveal. But somewhere along the way he started hating his hair too.

White hair that always looked away, always shook gently when someone was crying, white hair that could only grow darker. Dabi looks in the mirror and sees the best version of himself. He presses the dye harder into his scalp and blocks out the name that he wants to forget. He knows he’ll burn with it. Dabi’s just hoping he can drag the right people down with him. Laughter bubbles from his throat and is rough on his mouth. The harsh lights on the ceiling taunt him with a past he can’t control. Red blood drips down from his chin and he thinks he’ll throw up again. His body is burning.

This must be what happiness feels like.

Real happiness, not like the rest of those fools. Somewhere down the city little Shoto must be moping with his new friends. Natsuo is studying for an exam. Fuyumi is waking up and getting ready for whatever job she has. Painting? Teaching? He doesn’t know what his mother is doing. He doesn’t care what dear old dad is doing.

It must feel so nice to be alive. Dabi can’t help being a walking corpse. Can’t help but dream of flames and wake up in a cold sweat going back to a hell that never ends. The only question is whether hell is in this apartment or a room filled with tatami mats and crying. Ah, he’s rambling again.

Beer and drugs will help. Maybe he’ll invite Toga over to watch a movie. He can look at her ‘ooing’ and ‘awing’ at the characters on the screen and pretend that he isn’t Dabi. He isn’t Touya. He’s just a person watching TV.

The phone rings. Dabi stalks out the restroom. Shigaraki’s probably bitching about finding new recruits again.

[burnt-crispy-bacon]

I know I'm dead. I can feel it. Nobody could have survived fucking exploding and had their eyeballs melt out of their skull. I don't care what the simps say. I'm just pissed Endeavor still gets to live his good life. I did nothing, I achieved nothing, in the end he is still walking free and I know he is never going to change. I don't know why I'm crying right now. In fact, I went to wipe the blood away before I realized it was genuine tears. I don't think I'm sad. I don't know why I would be. I should be pissed and angry but I don't know if I can use that hate to keep going anymore. Hell, it's fueled me all this life too, before I even figured out I was a Dabi kin. I did almost everything out of spite. And now I'm left with nothing and with a family that abused me still left to walk and live happily. They'll never spare me a second glance, a second thought. I'm just the lost son, the one that went mad. That's all I'll ever be and I don't think I want to be that. I don't think that's what I wanted to be known for. I know we never had a relationship in actual source but fuck’s sake let Tomura and Kiego have their happy ending, even if it's without me. Why did we all have to lose? Why couldn't?.. I think I'm gonna end this rant here because I'm so done. It was a singular tumblr post that made me lose it. I wished I could have died so they could all live, that would be my happy ending at least. I guess I never did deserve a happy ending…