#i just feel like touya gives him that opening to go ‘wait no i know you; you’re FAMILIAR’

[inkykeiji]

Random thoughts. Could you imagine, though, if the first time Enji saw Dabi, he just blurted out Touya's name. Like it's not a conscious thought, but seeing those eyes all he can think about is his son. He doesn't like to think about him. Of course he doesn't. Who really WANTS to think about the fact that they drove their kid to overwork so much that they ended up accidentally getting themselves killed. But he sees Dabi, and he can't help it. He's not even particularly calling Dabi by Touya's name. He just wanted to hear his son's name out loud. And Dabi just Freezes cause fuck he did not expect endeavor to actually recognize him so soon. And he's just like, so you actually recognize me. And endeavor is caught off guard cause what? He was just saying dabi had the same eyes. But damn now that he thinks about it he does look like a weird older version of his son.

I just like thinking of an endeavor that wasn't a complete monster to his children for almost 15 years

i actually genuinely believe this is what dabi was hoping for when he first came face to face with enji after touya’s ‘death’ all those years later!! i think when he says ‘this is our first time meeting, right?’ / ‘well, endeavor, should i say…nice to meet you?’ there was a part of him that was hoping so desperately for his father to look him in the eyes and recognize his own, recognize his son, turn to rigid stone and go ‘…touya?’ or something of that manner. but then enji calls him dabi, and that HURTS, because that means enji knows who dabi is—has seen him before, has perhaps even scrutinized/studied him as a villain, but failed to put together the blue eyes + the flames. he’s looking right at touya and yet he is still not seeing him.

this is also the first time we see dabi lose his cool, and i think that enji failing to recognize him has something to do with it or at least adds insult to injury. i know i’ve said this a million and one times before, but touya’s family (especially his father!!) seems to be the one thing that sends his usually ironclad emotions spiralling out of control. dabi is an absolute master at masking his emotions…until he’s face to face with his father. i feel like there’s so much subtext in that first meeting aaah like !!! no one can convince me that he didn’t phrase things the way he did (‘none of this is how i planned, but that’s fine’) because he really was hoping, on some level, in some capacity, that his father would come face to face with his long dead son and recognize him.

[willowser]

i keep thinking about touya going to the same spot he and his ex do drop off, every two weeks. it's outside some little bakery that he thinks is too expensive—and he has a sneaking suspicion that's why his baby mama chose the place—but he always buys his little bug something regardless. a pink pastry with lots of sprinkles and frosting, in the shape of a unicorn or something or other.

and you always come with him. have been for a few years now and you make friendly small talk with his ex and when his daughter jumps into your arms, you swing her around and you both giggle to each other, foreheads pressed together, eyelashes blinking close enough to make his heart swell.

and the first time you're not there, his daughter doesn't wait a minute after jumping out of her mom's car to frown up at him and ask, "where's bub?"

and truthfully, touya's been dreading this moment since he'd pissed you off enough to have you storming out of his apartment, a few days ago. still doesn't know what to tell her, how to explain that he's never loved someone the way he loves you and yet he's sabotaging everything anyway.

"bub is at bub's house."

her light little eyebrows pull down ever further, until a crease forms between them, and then she even takes another look behind him in case he's joking. "why?"

touya grinds his gum between his teeth and tells himself it's better than a cigarette. "she just is."

his ex doesn't say anything, thank god, but he can feel the once over she gives him. he looks like shit and he knows it, because he's aggravated and disappointed in himself, and all the things he'd normally use to deal with those feelings would break his sobriety. so he's only got some spearmint gum.

his daughter doesn't say anything else until they're in their seats on the train, her by the window, drawing shapes in the fog her breath makes. they go through a tunnel and the light from the day disappears and she loses interest, turning to stare up at touya as he closes his eyes and leans his head back as far as it can go.

"are you and bub mad at each other?"

touya opens his eyes, but stares only at the ceiling of the train. all he can see is the hurt on your face when he'd yelled at you, the anger that he drew out, like a poison. "it's—" one thing he tries not to do to his kid, however, is lie. "somethin' like that."

she shuffles around in her seat until she's facing him fully, leaning her head against the back of it as she blinks her big, blue eyes up at him. "did she be mean to you?"

"no."

"did you be mean to her?"

it seems so complicated, when touya thinks about it. why he'd started a fight with you, where his insecurity comes from, why he wants you so bad but is too afraid to admit it out loud—but then his kid makes it seem so easy. so silly.

touya shuffles until he's facing her, too, and even scoots down in his chair so they're eye-level, almost like whispering school girls at a slumber party. "yeah," he admits. "i was kinda mean to her."

"but why?"

touya frowns and still doesn't know what to say. the city skyline opens up behind her, out in the distance, and he watches the setting sun over the buildings until it starts to make him sick. "you remember when you had that scooter, and you fell and scraped your knee?" she nods. "and then you didn't want to ride it anymore because you were afraid you'd do it again? it's...like that."

not a single look of understanding comes across her face.

touya sighs and scoots back upright, bending to dig his phone from his pocket. "you wanna talk to her?"

"yeah!"

he pulls up your contact in his phone—just your name and all the hearts removed, because he's petty like that—but instead of staring at it like he has been for days—he finally calls. it wouldn't surprise him if you didn't answer, but he gnaws his lip as it rings, and it seems like he and his little girl both hold their breath.

"hello?"

when he hands off the phone to his daughter, she happily snatches it up, turning on her knees to look out the window as she grins. "hi bub!"

and touya still doesn't know what to say or how he'll fix it, but he finds some comfort—some of the words—when he hears the tone in your voice change, all sing-song and adoring. "hi, my angel!"

[moonchild701]

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Party Animal

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[NSFW] ‼ 18+ >MDNI<

Summary: At a Halloween Party, you meet the big, bad wolf, and he eats you up.

Pairing: Dabi/Fem Reader

Content Warning: Smut, Rough Sex, Unprotected Sex, Creampie, Breeding Kink, Biting, Kinda Crack, Horrible puns, Roleplay-ish, Costumes

Word Count: 3.7k

Disclaimer: Character belongs to Kohei Horikoshi

A/N: This is for a Halloween Challenge in one of the communities here on Tumblr. I used four prompts from the challenge, plus my own for funsies, so I'll be posting every Thursday up to and including Halloween.

Prompt: Werewolf & Halloween Party

Enjoy!💕

My Masterlist

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You and your friend are at a Halloween party, both decked out in your costumes.

She'd somehow convinced you to agree to dress up in matching costumes, but you both look hot so you're not complaining.

Black combat boots adorn your feet, white thigh high stockings beneath, leaving only a thin line of skin visible between them and the frilly red skirts of the dresses that barely cover your asses. The skirts are fluffy, with white lace tulle giving them a nice, puffed shape, while the top, white and ruffled, with black ribbons, accentuate your figures, your breasts especially; the red capes wrapped around your necks, hoods down, framing them and complimenting the red of the skirts.

The final piece for your costume is looped loosely over the crook of your elbow; a cute little purse made to look like a basket, with a pretty white bow on the handle.

Music pulsing through the house, the scents of smoke, sweat and alcohol in the air is almost too much. You haven't really drank much yet, with it being pretty early on, but you decide to head outside for a bit of time away and some fresh air.

Your friend is in good hands, hanging out and chatting with a classmate of hers, someone dressed as Spiderman, so you let her know where you're going, and you're on your way.

On the way out, you see your friend and host, Todoroki Shouto, dressed as a vampire, talking to someone you can't see, so you move on to the backdoor.

There are a few people lounging around out here, some smoking, some just chatting with drinks in their hands. The quieter atmosphere is calming, and you hum as you take a sip of your third drink of the night.

You hear the door open again behind you, but you pay it no mind, until you hear a voice next to you.

"Hey there, Little Red," His voice is husky and low, and familiar. You turn to the source of it, seeing Shouto's older brother.

Todoroki Touya.

You feel your heart stutter. You of course know him, becoming not quite friends, but more acquaintances over the time of being friends with Shouto.

And of course, you've had a pathetic little crush on him for almost as long as you've known him.

"Hey." You reply, taking in his costume.

He has black wolf ears atop his head, perfectly blending in with his wild, dyed midnight hair, and a fluffy black tail clipped to the back loop of his distressed jeans. His red and black plaid shirt is untucked, with the top buttons undone, and sleeves rolled up, giving him a subtle disheveled look, while having his tattoos along his forearms, neck and shoulders on full display; piercings shining in the low light of the convenient full moon.

You look over Touya's werewolf costume, and purse your lips. "Cute. We match....Kinda."

"I'm so glad you noticed," he says, grin fittingly wolfish. "I noticed and just wanted to take a bite."

You just know the asshole waited for you to sip at your drink to say that, because the little shit laughs when you nearly choke on your drink. You glare at him as you clear your throat, which just has Touya snickering. You huff indignantly, ready to leave before he says anymore nonsense.

But of course, he opens his mouth again.

"What, scared of the big, bad wolf?" he drawls, looming closer; eyes and teeth glinting.

You scoff, rolling your eyes, not moving and hoping he can't tell how flustered you are at his proximity. "You wish."

"Oh?" he says, all smug amusement, as he shifts close enough to whisper in your ear. "I could just eat... you... up."

You swallow thickly. The things he's saying are cheesy as hell, and a part of you finds it hilarious. But the more prominent part is focused on the way his voice sounds in your ear, the feel of his warm breath on your skin, the heat of him so close to you.

You shove at his chest, openly flustered, muttering a quiet, "Shut up", before draining the last of your cup.

Touya chuckles, trailing his knuckles lightly up your arm, before murmuring, "If I can't eat you up, I'd love to eat you out, hm?"

You look back at him incredulously, only to see him staring at you with a piercing heat; your heart pounding in your chest. Your skin prickles at the intensity held within that azure gaze.

"You're serious?" You whisper cautiously, ready to run and defenestrate yourself at any hint that this might just be a joke to embarrass you.

His brows furrow a bit in confusion. "'Course, Doll."

You give him a considering look, biting your lip, before sighing. "Fuck it. Let's go."

"Fuck yeah." he grins, lacing his fingers through yours, and tugging you back inside and toward the staircase.

You laugh softly at his antics, but let him lead the way, rolling your eyes and flipping your friend off when you hear her yell for you to "Get it, girl!"

Touya leads you up the stairs and down a long hallway, into a bedroom layered in black, blue and purple decor, though you don't get much time to actually look around, because his lips are immediately on yours.

Firm hands wrap around your hips, pulling you in for a hot, hungry kiss.

Not expecting the intensity of it, you suck in a sharp breath through your nose, tossing your basket purse to the side, before threading your fingers into his dark hair, tugging him closer. He licks the seam of your lips, and you eagerly open up, your tongues tasting each other; the bitter taste of alcohol from both of your earlier drinking adding to the heat of it.

Pulling away from the kiss, he pushes you backwards, onto the bed, making you squeak in surprise as you fall. Your feet dangle off the end, eyes blown wide as you watch Touya hover over you, holding your wrists above your head in warm hands.

"Fuck, should've done this sooner." he mutters, leaning down to capture your lips again, holding you in place with his weight.

And something about being pinned down, with no way to tug free easily, has your cunt clenching.

He nips at your lower lip, and you moan softly, before he's kissing along your jaw and down your throat. You let out little shuddering breaths and whispered curses as he takes advantage of the low cut of your dress, pulling it and your bra down below your breasts, shifting to hold both your wrists in one hand.

Humming lowly, appreciatively, he gropes your bare tits, pinching and rubbing your nipples. His hot mouth latches on to a pert bud, flicking his tongue across it before sucking.

You gasp, trying to tug your hands free as you squirm beneath him. He mercifully relents, releasing them, and you immediately tangle them in his hair.

He pulls off of the current nipple with a slick pop, switching to the other, laving it with the same attention and relishing in your sounds.

He presses a wet kiss between your breasts, before shifting down, past your clothed abdomen, and sliding off the end of the bed.

Tugging at your legs, he pulls you to the edge and spreads you wide, lifting your dress. He licks his lips as he sees that you're wearing nothing but flimsy, lace panties, leaning in.

He buries his face between your thighs, lace damp with your arousal, and he groans as he can partially taste you through the fabric where he licks a stripe up your clothed cunt. Looping his fingers through the tops of the underwear, he pulls it down swiftly, unveiling his prize.

Pretty and dripping, Touya feels his mouth water.

"Mm, needy little thing, aren't you?" He coos, gripping your thighs in warm hands.

"Fuck, hurry up," You whine, voice exactly as needy as you look.

"Don't worry, baby," Touya says, grinning, and he has a...mischievous glint to his eyes. "I'm going to huff..." he blows a breath against your dripping cunt, making you gasp, scrambling to sit up, "and puff..." another breath of hot air against you, "and blow your mind, Red."

And you can't help the snort of laughter that bubbles up, "You've got to be fucking kiddi-" you start, but quickly choke on the words when he licks up through your folds, tongue firm and hot.

He circles your clit with the tip of his tongue, before sucking on it, making you shudder and moan, pussy clenching around nothing. You reach down again to grasp dark hair, grinding your hips up against his face, as your eyes roll shut, head thrown back, when he thrusts his tongue into your cunt, deep and curling against your slick walls.

With the way he's practically making out with your pussy, tongue eager and sinful, you can already feel your orgasm approaching, your legs trembling as you clench rhythmically around Touya's tongue.

His grip on your thighs tighten momentarily, before one hand releases its hold, coming down to sink two fingers into your needy cunt along with his tongue; the burn of the stretch making your head loll back, a whiny moan bubbling out of you.

Moving up to show your clit some more love, he sucks on the swollen nub, humming against you as he pumps his fingers in and out, curling and scissoring, stretching you open for him.

"Oh, fuck." you moan breathlessly, grinding down against his fingers.

Eyes locked on you, Touya just hums against you, and the vibrations of that directly on your clit is immediately too much. You cum with a whining moan, your entire body jolting and shuddering with the shockwaves of pleasure that course through you.

You grind your cunt against Touya's face, who relishes in the movements, moaning and not letting up his ministrations, drawing out your pleasure.

When you finally slump back down, whining and twitching, you push at Touya's head when it becomes too much. He mercifully pulls away and leans back, pulling his fingers free to lap at them.

He stands up, leaning over the bed to claim your lips in a searing kiss, rolling his hips up against your core, letting you feel how hard he is. You wrap your legs around his waist, pressing closer against him and Touya groans.

"Tell me what you want, Doll. Lemme hear you say it." he mutters, nipping at your lips.

"Fuck," you whimper, dripping for it. Eyes glossy, you peer up at him. "Fuck me, please."

You move to fully strip off your dress, but Touya stops you, eyes hungry.

"I wanna fuck you in it, Dolly." his voice is husky as his hands slide up the sides of your thighs under the dress.

"Mm, hurry up," you pant, squeezing your legs harder around him, rubbing your soaking folds against his pants.

Touya leans in to bite and tug your lower lip, before nosing at your throat, a low growl in his voice. "Impatient little slut, hm?"

You moan, nodding, eyes lidded. He huffs a laugh against your neck, teeth scraping at the soft skin. He presses a hot kiss just under your jaw before pulling your legs free so he can undress.

He soaks in the deliciously desperate look on your face, gaze locked onto him as he strips off his shirt, and shoves his pants and boxers down, freeing his cock.

At the sight of him, tip coated in precum that drips down the long, thick shaft, you bite your lip, subconsciously spreading your legs a bit wider; the only thought on your mind how badly you want that cock splitting you open.

Touya smirks, slowly stroking himself, swiping his thumb over the glistening tip, making a little show of it. He can see the way you lick your lips like you want a taste, but that isn't what he wants right now, just wanting to sink into your tight heat.

You start scooting up further on the mattress to make room for him, but Touya shakes his head. Standing at the foot of the bed, he gives you a devilish smirk as he grips your ankles, tugging you down to the very edge of the bed so your ass is barely hanging off.

A hand cups the back of your left knee, pushing your leg up, and you glance down to where his hot cock presses against your entrance.

Rubbing the head of his cock along your slit, teasing through your folds, he says, amusement lacing his voice, "Howl for me, yeah Little Red?"

You barely even care about the horrible pun, purely focused on the dick not inside you yet. "Fuck, yes," you groan impatiently, wiggling your hips, trying to coax him into just fucking you.

All too pleased with himself, he chuckles at your blatant want, "Good girl," and pushes forward to fully sheathe himself in a single thrust.

Your breath hitches; the stretch deliciously intense, the thick head pressing perfectly against your most sensitive nerves. Touya groans, gripping your hips tightly, holding you at the end of the bed as he rolls his hips, soaking in feel of the tight heat enveloping his dick.

He looks down at you, speared on his cock, panting and eyes hazy, and licks his lips as he shifts his hands to your thighs, pushing them toward your abdomen, folding you as he leans forward, sinking even deeper, his hips flush against you. He starts thrusting slowly, watching his dick move in and out, shining with your slick, relishing in the filthy squelching sound accompanying each movement and the choked moans being wrung from you.

"This is what you wanted, right, baby?" he murmurs, taking in your expressions.

You just nod, panting, head feeling like it's stuffed full of cotton as you savor the feel of his sheer size as he moves, clenching around him.

His hips stutter at that, before hooking your boot clad ankles over his shoulders, and with a low growl in his throat, he leans down, palms bracing against the sheets, and starts moving faster. He pounds harder and harder into you with each thrust, drilling into you relentlessly, fucking you deep.

And all you can do is pant and moan and take it, the brutal pace punching the air out of you. Through the filthy sounds of your cunt and his borderline animalistic grunts against your throat, something in the back of your mind realizes that he has you in a mating press, fucking you so, so deep, and that thought is all it takes.

You shake with your orgasm, back arching, eyes rolling back and toes curling as you drench his cock with your heat.

He groans out a swear as you clamp down, fucking you through it, before pulling out, roughly manhandling you into going further up the bed and flipping you over. Still dazed and twitching slightly, you go easily.

Pushed onto your knees, face down, ass up, you barely even register the shift until he grips your hips in a bruising hold, pushing your legs wider. Keeping the skirt of your dress flipped up, he slams back into you with a growl, and you let out a gasping moan, back arching.

Like this, you're in the perfect position for Touya to mount you.

He pistons into you, the wet slap of skin filling the air.

"Touya!" you scream, moaning and panting as you push back to meet each movement as best you can, pussy dripping.

He groans, folding himself over you to rest his forehead against your back, crowding you into the sheets.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," you chant, babbling underneath him, moving your hips back with strong rolls of your spine as you fuck yourself on Touya's cock.

"Shit," he hisses. He leans back a bit, slowing his thrusts as one hand goes to the back of your neck, pressing down hard as he grips your hip with the other hand, making your back arch further, chest pushed into the plush of the sheets as Touya sinks impossibly deeper into your hungry pussy. "So good, baby, so good."

Ignoring the sweat trickling down his temple, he uses his grip on you to force you to stay still and behave as you whimper and wriggle, because you're so fucking wet and tight, that Touya is doing his fucking best to hold off his orgasm so he can bask in the feel of your cunt for just a bit longer, taking in the obscene sounds escaping your sloppy cunt.

It's the best sound he's ever heard, just below the sweet little whimpers and gasps escaping your lips as he carves out a place for himself within you.

Picking up his pace again, he slams into you over and over again, panting. You moan and whine beneath him, almost delirious with pleasure. "Mmn, more, more, harder, Touya, harder!" you cry out.

He lets out a near feral snarl as he lets go of your neck, shifting his position just a little so that he could drive in as fast and hard and deep into your greedy body as possible, gripping your waist, and using it as a grip to help pull you against his dick with every move.

This position has his balls slapping up against your clit with every thrust, and you moan, tilting your hips to get more contact.

It feels like he's impossibly deep inside you, as if he's hitting your womb with the blunt head of his cock. You can almost imagine him forcing his way in and emptying himself inside and your cunt pulses, wanting nothing more than exactly that.

And you can't stop the way your entire body vibrates as you cum again, sobbing around a low moan as drool trickles past your lips and your cunt gushes around him. There's so much now that it's dripping down your thighs, soaking your stockings and Touya's legs, creating a filthy, wet slap that echoes around the room.

"Fuck, fuck, shit," he groans at the way your walls clench down, pussy walls fluttering around him.

And Touya doesn't stop, doesn't slow down, doesn't speed up. He just continues at the same pace, fucking you through it, prolonging it.

"Oh god, so good—hah— s-so deep—", you moan, gasping at a particularly deep stroke along your sensitive walls.

You're a twitching, moaning mess, your pussy sporadically clenching as the waves of bliss continually surge through you.

And you feel a burning need to feel him fill you up with his cum, a need for him to breed you like a sweet little bitch.

You let out a sobbing moan at that thought, shuddering almost violently when Touya leans in to lap at the soft skin of your shoulder and neck as you move, sucking little marks into your flesh. He teases his teeth along your neck, grunting and groaning at the intense pleasure still building up.

You turn your head to look back at the man pounding your drenched pussy, taking in his furrowed brows, clenched jaw and feral yet focused expression; and Touya sees how fogged over with pleasure your gaze is, how absolutely fucked out you look, your tongue lolling out of your mouth. You look fucking debauched.

He releases his hold on your hips to drape himself over your back and lean on his forearms at the sides of your head, caging you in.

"Fuck, I'm gonna—" he groans into your skin, breath warm, voice low and hot.

“Mn—hah—need your cum.” panting, your eyes roll back in your head as he speeds up; his thrusts punishing. "C-cum inside me—oh fuck—breed me, please, please, p-please—fuck—fill me up, bite me, b-breed me please—", you babble, and you can feel his cock twitching within you as he ruts into you, his hips stuttering, before he's cumming; his hot seed flooding your insides as he clamps down on the soft flesh between your neck and shoulder with a snarl.

It hurts so good, and your voice is broken when you shout Touya's name as your pussy spasms around him in a semblance of an orgasm, but it's close enough as your eyes roll back and you convulse with pleasure, moaning long and low.

"Oh fuck, yes, yes, yes, yes—hnn—fill me up, breed me—" the string of nonsense is sobbed into the bed, sheets muffling them, tears cascading down your face and causing your vision to go blurry, as you're fucked out of your mind, just barely remembering your own name through the haze; your body trembling and shivering, cunt clamping down like a vice and milking Touya's cock for all its worth.

He groans heavily around the mouthful of flesh as he grinds shallowly into your stuffed cunt, before managing to unlatch his jaw from you and lick and press open mouthed kisses over the mark.

"Fuck yes, take it. Take my cum, fuck." He growls, lips pressed against your new mark, fucking his seed into you as deeply as he could, dragging out your highs.

He finally slows to a stop when the pleasure turns painful with overstimulation, chest heaving as he attempts to calm down; sitting back and dragging you with him until you're on his lap, face still pressed against the bed as you gasp for breath.

He laughs breathlessly at your debauched state, kneading the flesh of your ass, before easing out of your abused hole.

With his cock no longer keeping your cunt plugged, the mix of your sticky juices and his thick cum spill down your thighs, onto the bed unimpeded.

Your stockings are absolutely soaked, and your dress wasn't safe either.

You don't know how you'll be able to leave like this, but you'll figure something out. When you can remember your full name, you can figure it out.

For now, you bask in the feel of warm hands running along your body, easing out whatever tension is there, drifting off to the distant sounds of music thumping through the house.

And as you drift off, Touya's eyes take in your ravished form and he licks his teeth like a beast would it's chops. His meal was delicious.

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[lady-silva]

Enjoying The Show?

(poly!) Dabi | Touya Todoroki x Hawks | Keigo Takami x fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Notes from Elle: currently fixating over dabihawks x reader and wanted to write a little something. Enjoy!

Warnings: established poly!relationship, no quirks au (none mentioned or used), pwp, petnames: angel & baby - by keigo, babe & princess - by touya, a bit of voyeurism, marking, oral: m + f rec., unprotected p in v sex (wrap before you tap friends), dirty talk by both kei and touya, general threesome things, otherwise pretty tame. let me know if I’ve missed anything.

Cross-posted to ao3: @ ladysilva

Banner cred to @arcielee

Do not copy or translate my works. Thanks!

What a day, you think, closing your car door and heading toward the door to your apartment building. After a long work shift, you can’t wait to kick back and relax at home. While waiting for the elevator, you glance down at your phone to check your messages. You had planned to stop at the store to pick up a few essentials after work, texting Keigo and Touya that you’d be home a bit later than usual. However, after a few minutes of driving and navigating rush-hour traffic, a tired feeling set in and you opted to go straight home instead. Keigo texted back a while ago:

[kei] alright angel, we’ll see you at home 😘

Touya doesn’t respond, though he has seen the message. Probably because they’ve both been together at home all day, you let out a little sigh. Lucky ducks. The elevator pings, and you start down the short hallway. Your keys jingle softly as you reach to unlock the door of your shared apartment. You’re greeted with silence.

It is an unspoken rule in your relationship that whoever is at home for the day cooks the evening meal, and usually on days like today you walk in to Keigo in front of the stove while Touya lounges at the table nearby, teasingly critiquing his cooking skills. Now, there are a few ingredients out on the counter, but otherwise no trace of your boys. That is, until you hear a faint sound come from the hallway. You stop moving to listen for a minute, and sure enough another muffled noise makes its way to your ears.

Curious, you creep toward your shared bedroom, and the door is cracked open just slightly. Hiding your body from view, you peek inside. Touya’s back is against the headboard of your bed, neck arched back, eyes closed, and body on full display. One of his hands fists the sheets, the other is tangled in a mess of familiar blond hair bobbing up and down between his spread legs. Keigo’s shirtless, face flushed, and bracing himself with both hands on Touya’s thighs, enthusiastically swallowing down the cock in front of him. You feel a wave of arousal go straight to your core at the sight of it. Keigo pulls his head away, using his hand to give a few slow strokes down Touya’s length and planting a wet kiss on his pretty tip. Touya lets out a low growl.

“Fuuuuck, don’t be a tease right now.” 

“Don’t know what you’re talking about,” comes the reply from Keigo, who looks content to continue at his current pace.

Touya grips Keigo’s hair tighter and pushes his mouth back onto his cock, angling his head further downwards this time. He lets out another one of those sinful sounds, and you dip a hand down into your pants to tease your clit, the other still hanging on to the door frame as you continue to watch the scene unfold in front of you. Keigo lets Touya buck his hips upward, and his jaw slackens as he lets out a moan of his own. Their movement gets faster and faster and you continue to stroke yourself, trying to be quiet so as to not be caught. It’s not often you get to see them like this, completely wrapped up in pleasure and arousal, Touya desperately chasing his high and Keigo doing whatever he can to help him get there. 

“Shit - cumming.” He grunts, still fucking Keigo’s mouth while he rides out his climax. You whimper softly and immediately feel Touya’s icy blue eyes lock on to yours through the door frame. Hand and body freezing in place, you curse yourself for giving your presence away.  Keigo swallows, sighing deeply, then flops onto his side. Touya finally looks away, and you attempt to sneak back down the hallway before you hear his gravelly voice.

“Wasn’t expecting you home for a while, babe. Are you enjoying the show?” He drawls.

Your cheeks heat up, and you pull the door open with a creak, revealing yourself to your boys. Keigo props himself up on one elbow, amber eyes finding you and sparkling with mischief.

“Hey, angel.” He gives you a lazy smile. “Just what did you think you were doing, trying to sneak around like that?” 

“I wasn’t being sneaky, I promise-��� you start, but Touya interrupts.

“I don’t believe that for a second, babe. I could tell you were watching us the whole time.” 

“Dirty girl. Were you getting off to it?” Keigo cocks an eyebrow at you, and you suddenly feel a little self-conscious.

“Maybe…” you say shyly, breaking eye contact to stare at the floor. Touya moves like lightning to where you’re standing and hooks his thumb under your chin, bringing your mouth to his for a passionate kiss. Keigo undoes his belt and pulls out his cock, lazily stroking it as he watches Touya lap into your mouth with his tongue. You tangle your hands into his hair and pull lightly, making him groan onto your lips as his hands find the buttons on your shirt and deftly undo them. It gets tossed somewhere in the room for you to find later. Still kissing Touya, you make a move towards the bed and he lifts you up and carries you over. Your legs lock around his waist and you can tell that he’s hard again when you feel his arousal brush against your ass.

He places you down and crawls over top of you, lips going straight to your neck and sucking at it, leaving a few marks in his wake. Keigo crawls over to the two of you, admiring your body as he does.

“Fuck, baby. You’re so gorgeous, so cute when you get all shy like that.” he teases, running a hand down your side. Touya’s made his way down to your chest now, bra pulled down to access your nipples and toy with them with his fingers and tongue. You moan softly as you make eye contact with Keigo, his hands still stroking up and down your body with feather-light touches. He leans in and presses his lips against yours softly. You reach a hand down and wrap it around his shaft, and he groans. 

Touya goes for your pants next, pulling them right off you. Your breath hitches as he nips one of your thighs and looks up at you with those piercing eyes again while settling between your legs. You squirm as Touya moves your panties aside and runs a long finger down your slit. 

“You’re fucking soaked down here, princess. I knew you were touching yourself over there.” He muses. 

“I couldn’t help it, you just both looked so sexy.” You say huskily, and Touya continues with those light caresses while Keigo attacks the other side of your neck with his mouth, hands palming your chest. 

“Not so shy anymore, are you, angel?” Keigo chuckles against your neck, moaning when you tighten your grip around him and moving your hand a bit faster. His cheeks are flushed the prettiest pink and you kiss him again with fervor. Your attention snaps back to Touya again as he gives a rough suck to your clit, grinning when he feels you shiver with need. He repeats the action to coax another sound out of you. 

“Enough with the teasing, Touya!” You whine. “Please just touch me.” The doe eyes you give him are enough to make him give in - almost. 

“You’re in no place to be making demands, babe. Seems to me you haven’t thanked Keigo for that little show earlier yet. Why don’t you show him some love with that sweet mouth of yours while I play with this pretty pussy?” He hums, pulling away from your heat and motioning to Keigo.

“Sounds like a good compromise to me. What do you think, baby? Wanna choke on this cock?” You nod, now completely worked up and desperate for any kind of contact. Keigo shifts onto his knees near your head. You angle your head to the side and adjust as Keigo eases into your throat. You hollow your cheeks with the suction you know he goes crazy over, your hand stroking what you can’t fit into your mouth as your head bobs. Meanwhile, Touya makes good on his promise between your legs as he dives into your pussy. He eats you sloppily, alternating between worming his tongue deep inside you and sucking your clit, groaning as your taste floods his tongue.

“So good at sucking cock, angel, so fucking good-” Keigo moans. His hand threads into your hair and he begins to thrust his hips towards your mouth. “Such a pretty little thing, swallowing this dick so well, shit!” He shifts his hips to angle his strokes deeper. Your throat stings a little, but you’re too lost in the pleasure building between your legs to notice it much. 

Touya now has his fingers thrusting and scissoring inside you, his tongue still working its magic on your clit and building that knot of pleasure in your stomach. The room is filled with a cacophony of sounds from all three of you. 

“I know you’re almost there, princess. I can feel you clamping down on my fingers.” Touya murmurs into you, purposefully moving his fingers deeper. 

“Fuck angel, - so good - you gonna cum on Touya’s tongue? Make a mess for us, yeah?” Keigo’s starting to ramble, a telltale sign he’s close to his climax as well. He continues to thrust into your mouth until he stills, letting out a strangled moan and painting your throat white. Hearing Keigo snaps your own coil and you throw your head back onto the pillow. Touya has to drape an arm across your hips to keep you from bucking upwards too much as your orgasm finally rips through your body. 

You lay still on your back for a moment, chest heaving. Both boys move to lay on either side of you. “That was incredible. Thank you Touya,” You turn to him and place a chaste kiss on his lips, then lean over to Keigo to do the same “Thank you Kei. Love you both.” 

Keigo hums. “You’re welcome songbird. Love ya too, but I’m not sure we’re quite done yet.” He motions to the man behind you. Touya’s eyes hungrily roam up and down your body, palming his still-hardened length. You meet his gaze, then look in question to Keigo, who shrugs.

“I’m spent for right now, but I’m happy to watch.” His amber eyes have that mischievous gleam in them again. Touya wastes no time to climb over you and line himself up with your dripping entrance. He slowly sinks into you and both moan, you at the stretch and him at your silky walls sucking him in. Keigo’s got himself situated laying on his side, one hand cupping your face lovingly.

“You should have seen how pent up Touya was earlier, baby. He practically dragged me in here to get started after you told us you’d be late.” Keigo chuckled.

“If I remember correctly, it was your needy ass who couldn’t wait until Princess here got home.” Touya growled in reply, picking up the pace of his thrusts a bit. “As if I’d lose my composure like that.” 

“Whatever you say, but that doesn’t sound like me at all,” Keigo sits up and mashes his lips against Touya’s in a flurry of teeth and tongue. 

“Shit, Touya. Keigo.” You moan as Touya breaks his kiss with Keigo to hook one of your legs over his shoulder, making the angle deeper and so much more satisfying than before as he continues to fuck you into the matress. Keigo opts to tease his thumb over your clit, relishing in the sounds you continue to make. His lips find your neck to kiss at it and whisper in your ear.

“Look at you being so good for us, angel. You like when we ravage you like this?”

“Fuck, yes! Love it - love it so much. So close!” You choke out. Touya takes this as a cue to go harder, the caress of his tip on your g-spot overwhelming and the slap of his balls against you echoing in the room. 

“Mmmm, can’t get enough of the way you squeeze me, Princess. Love this fucking pussy so much, gonna mold it into the shape of me, fuck! Be a good girl and cum on my fucking cock.” Touya groans. 

“Go on, baby, do what he says and cum for us.” Keigo goads, now rubbing tight circles on your clit. You hurdle over the edge at full speed, Touya not far behind you. He pulls out and spurts his release all over your stomach. 

Touya collapses onto the bed beside you and Keigo, still panting hard. He looks at you, your chest heaving from the intense orgasm.

“You okay, princess?” He asks. He might be exhausted, but he knows he can be rough and makes a point to always check on you after sex. 

“Yeah, I’m good, thank you.” You sigh back, running a hand through your hair. Touya gets up to grab a rag from the closet, and drags it over your stomach and pussy to clean up the mess. You whimper, still sensitive. 

“Did you have a good shift, baby?” Keigo asks, holding your hand gently.

“It was fine. Long,” you reply. “I was too tired to stop anywhere on my way back, though, so we don’t have anything for supper.”

The three of you take turns showering, order in food, and spend the rest of the evening cuddling comfortably on the couch. 

[n1ght0f-nyx]

mha boys asking you out pt2/3

warnings/tags: cliffhanger, all mights fully retired in this one, more fanon way of acting than canon ngl, i dont think there's other warnings other than that- feel free to dm me if you notice a common warning that could affect someone characters: touya todoroki (dabi), tomura shigaraki, himiko toga, Jin Bubaigawara (twice) Toshinori Yagi (all might), Shota Aizawa, Hizashi Yamada (present mic)

Dabi/Touya todoroki The night was quiet, the kind of stillness that made me feel like the world had paused just for a moment. The stars overhead seemed to twinkle more brightly than usual, casting a soft glow over the abandoned rooftop I often found myself on when I needed to think. Tonight, though, I wasn’t alone.

Dabi was there, leaning against the edge of the rooftop, his usual smirk absent. His turquoise eyes seemed deeper tonight, filled with something I couldn't quite place. He had asked me to meet him here, and curiosity had compelled me to come, even though a part of me felt uneasy.

"Y/N," he said, his voice a low rumble that always sent shivers down my spine. "Thanks for coming."

I nodded, my heart beating a little faster than usual. "Of course. You sounded like you had something important to say."

He glanced away for a moment, staring out at the cityscape before taking a deep breath. "I’ve never been good at this sort of thing," he began, and I could see a flicker of vulnerability in his eyes. "Being open. Being... honest."

I took a step closer, my curiosity piqued. "Dabi, what’s going on?"

He ran a hand through his unruly black and white hair, his usual confidence seemingly slipping away. "Look, this isn’t easy for me. But I can’t keep pretending like I don’t care. You... you mean something to me, Y/N. More than anyone else ever has."

My heart skipped a beat. I had always sensed there was something more between us, but hearing him say it was a different matter entirely. "Dabi..."

He held up a hand, stopping me. "Just let me finish. I’ve done a lot of bad things, things I’m not proud of. But you make me want to be better. For you. I don’t know if I can, but I want to try. If you’ll let me."

His words hung in the air between us, and for a moment, I could hardly breathe. I took a step closer, my hand reaching out to touch his. "Dabi, I..."

He looked at me, hope and fear mingling in his eyes. "Will you be with me, Y/N? Can you give me a chance?"

Tomura shigaraki

The sky was overcast as I walked through the city streets, the chill in the air a stark contrast to the warmth I felt inside. It had been a strange few weeks, getting to know Tomura Shigaraki. The notorious villain had always seemed so distant, so untouchable. But there was something different about him when it was just the two of us.

I turned the corner and saw him waiting by our usual meeting spot, a small café tucked away from prying eyes. His white hair was as unruly as ever, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his tattered coat. Despite his intimidating appearance, there was a nervous energy about him that I hadn't seen before.

"Hey," I greeted him with a smile, trying to lighten the tension I could feel in the air.

He glanced up at me, his crimson eyes softening just a fraction. "Hey," he replied, almost hesitantly.

We settled into our usual booth inside the café, the warm lighting casting a gentle glow over us. I sipped my coffee, stealing glances at him over the rim of my cup. There was something on his mind, something he was struggling to say.

"Y/N," he began, his voice unusually quiet, even with his raspy tone, "There's something I need to tell you."

I set my cup down, my heart starting to race. "What is it, Tomura?"

He took a deep breath, his fingers drumming nervously on the table. "I know I'm not the easiest person to be around. I've done things... terrible things. But being with you, it's like I can forget all of that, even if just for a little while."

I felt a lump form in my throat. I knew his past, the darkness that surrounded him, but there was something undeniably human in his words.

"I... I like you, Y/N," he continued, his eyes locking onto mine. "I don't know if I deserve it, but I want to be with you." (twice) jin Bubaigawara

As I sat in the dimly lit hideout, the usual buzz of the League of Villains surrounded me. Toga was busy sharpening her knives, a twisted grin on her face as she hummed a cheerful tune. I was lost in my thoughts, barely paying attention to the world around me, when Twice suddenly appeared beside me. His presence was hard to ignore, not just because of his dual personality but because he always had this chaotic energy that filled any room.

"Hey, Y/N!" he exclaimed, his voice teetering between excitement and anxiety. "Got a minute? Or two? Maybe a few?"

I looked up, meeting his masked gaze. "Sure, Twice. What's up?"

He fidgeted, scratching the back of his head. "So, uh, I was thinking... or maybe not thinking... or maybe overthinking... but there's something I've been wanting to ask you."

My curiosity piqued. Twice was usually so straightforward, yet he seemed genuinely nervous. "Go on," I encouraged.

"Okay, here it goes. Or maybe it doesn’t. No, it does! I mean..." He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. "Y/N, would you like to... go out with me sometime? Like on a date? Maybe grab some food, cause you know, villains gotta eat too!"

His words tumbled out in a rush, and I couldn't help but smile. Twice was always endearing in his own way, and his nervousness made him even more so. I considered his offer for a moment, but it wasn't a difficult decision.

future! Toshinori Yagi (all might) It had been one of those days where nothing seemed to go right. My alarm didn’t go off, I spilled coffee on my shirt, and my boss was in a particularly foul mood. By the time I finally made it to the coffee shop down the street, I felt completely drained. I just wanted a moment to breathe and enjoy a cup of coffee without any interruptions.

I found a cozy corner and settled in with my drink, the warm aroma already beginning to soothe my frazzled nerves. As I took my first sip, I noticed a man in the line who seemed oddly familiar. He was tall but noticeably thin, with unruly blond hair and tired eyes. He looked like he had seen better days, yet there was something undeniably kind about his demeanor.

After getting his coffee, he glanced around the room and, to my surprise, made his way over to my table.

"Excuse me," he said, his voice gentle yet strong, "is this seat taken?"

I shook my head, gesturing for him to sit. "No, go ahead."

He smiled gratefully and took the seat across from me. For a moment, we sat in comfortable silence, sipping our coffees and watching the world go by.

"I'm Toshinori," he finally said, extending his hand. "Toshinori Yagi."

I introduced myself and we began to chat. He had a way of making me feel at ease, and I found myself laughing at his stories about the city and its quirks. There was something almost nostalgic about the way he spoke, like he had lived a thousand lives.

As our conversation flowed, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I knew him from somewhere. It wasn’t until he mentioned something about "saving the day" that it clicked.

"Wait a minute," I said, narrowing my eyes playfully. "Are you some kind of hero?"

He chuckled, a deep, warm sound that made my heart skip a beat. "Not exactly. I used to be...involved in that sort of thing. Now I just try to help out where I can."

Before I could probe further, he changed the subject, asking about my day and listening intently as I recounted my morning mishaps. It was refreshing to have someone genuinely interested in my mundane stories.

As the conversation wound down, Toshinori leaned forward slightly, a hint of nervousness in his eyes.

"You know," he began, "I've really enjoyed talking with you. It’s rare to meet someone who can brighten my day like this. I was wondering if... maybe you'd like to do this again sometime? Perhaps dinner?"

I blinked in surprise, my heart fluttering at his words. "Are you asking me out on a date, Toshinori?"

He nodded, a hopeful smile on his face. "Yes, I suppose I am." Shota Aizawa

It was a quiet afternoon at U.A. High, the kind of peaceful lull that’s rare in our line of work. I was tidying up the training room, lost in thoughts about the next set of exercises for my students when I heard a familiar, tired voice behind me.

"Y/N," Shota Aizawa, or Eraser Head as most knew him, called out.

I turned around, finding him leaning against the doorframe, his eyes half-lidded but focused on me. There was always something intriguing about Aizawa. Maybe it was his calm demeanour, or the way he seemed to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders with such stoic grace. Whatever it was, he always managed to capture my attention.

"Hey, Aizawa. What's up?" I asked, trying to sound casual.

He straightened up, walking towards me with that usual, unhurried pace. "I've been meaning to talk to you about something," he said, his voice low and steady.

I felt a flutter of nerves in my stomach. It wasn’t often that Aizawa sought me out for personal conversations. We worked well together, respected each other as heroes, but this felt different.

"Sure, what's on your mind?" I asked, putting down the training equipment and giving him my full attention.

He paused, seemingly searching for the right words. "I know we’ve both been busy with our duties here and in the field. But I’ve realized something. Spending time with you, working alongside you, it’s become... important to me...you're important to me"

My heart skipped a beat. Was he really saying what I thought he was?

He took a deep breath, his gaze unwavering. "I’d like to get to know you better, outside of work. Would you be interested in having dinner with me?"

For a moment, I was speechless. Shota Aizawa, the stoic and composed hero, was asking me out.

Hizashi Yamada I stood in the middle of the bustling common room of the hero agency, flipping through a stack of mission reports. The sound of chatter and the occasional ring of a phone filled the air, blending into a familiar, comforting hum. I was so absorbed in my work that I almost didn't notice when the noise quieted down slightly, replaced by a distinct, upbeat voice that always managed to stand out.

"Hey, Y/N! Got a minute?" Hizashi Yamada, better known as Present Mic, called out as he approached me with his trademark grin.

I looked up from the papers, feeling a smile tug at the corners of my lips. "Sure thing, Hizashi. What's up?"

He rubbed the back of his neck, a hint of nervousness in his usually confident demeanor. "Well, there's something I've been wanting to ask you."

Curiosity piqued, I set the reports aside and gave him my full attention. "Go ahead. What's on your mind?"

Hizashi took a deep breath, his eyes sparkling with determination. "So, I've been thinking... we've been working together for a while now, and I really enjoy our time together. You're awesome, Y/N, and I was wondering if you'd like to go out with me sometime? Like, on a date?"

For a moment, I was stunned. Hizashi was always full of surprises, but this was unexpected. I felt a warmth spread through my chest as I processed his words. "You want to go out with me?"

He nodded, his grin widening. "Yeah! I think you're amazing, and I'd love to get to know you better outside of work."

[ihrthoney]

stupid

pairings: touya todoroki x f!reader (no actual relationship atm, it’s more of a reunion thing but with romantic intentions)

warnings: fluff, touya backstory

word count: 2.8k (JESUS😭)

an: touya is alive and well tyvm! most likely will make a part 2 :p

It had been about two years and Touya was finally out of the hospital. When your body is near death, time flies by. The first few months were times he didn’t ever want to relive, the mental and physical pain he had to endure when healing his body was intense. After every session, he would knock out until he had to start the next test. 

As promised, he talked to his father every single day. The rest of his family would visit separately or by themself. Since their first visit, Natuso has never been in the same room as their father, Touya understands and respects his decision of course.

Society on the other hand… let’s just say he gets everything delivered to him to avoid the public as much as he can. Given it’s been two years, the rise of heroes has already begun (again) and the crime rate has never been lower; but for his sanity, he does not want to be recognized. 

His nerves always spike when he’s forced to go out but his mom and sister think exposure therapy is good. Speaking of therapy, he’s been seeing a therapist since he could properly talk again. Since he was a villain he has to do community service for ten years, technically eight in present times. Every day for eight hours he helps different companies and programs with whatever they need. As exhausting as it is, he knows it’s the least he can do for being a big factor in hero society collapsing. 

Currently, he’s with his siblings shopping for clothes and it feels like community service. He loves his sister, he really does, but they’ve been shopping for hours and his ass hurts from sitting so much as she tries on different outfits. Thankfully Natsuo had joined (was dragged) them or else he would’ve fallen asleep three stores ago. Fuyumi said Natsuo always agrees so they can leave the store quicker and that a second opinion is always nice! She said Shoto was too busy with school and training to stay plus he was too sheltered to know about things that weren't hero-related (they’re so grateful for his friends).

Fuyumi is in a fitting room trying on a few dresses for an event their mom is a part of. The boys already had their outfits ready (a suit and tie) so there was no need for them to shop, they were seated right in front of the door Fuyumi was in, other seats next to them were either empty or also filled with someone waiting.

The door opened and Touya instinctively looked up, just as he did when someone walked past him and it made his blood, ironically, run cold. Quickly, he hides his face behind Natsuo which confuses the latter, “What are you doing??”

Acting dumb, “What do you mean?”, his eyes continue to look at the seat. “I mean why are you hiding?”, awkwardly he tries to hug Natsuo, “Hiding? I’m just trying to give my brother affection of course!”

Pushing the older’s arms off of him, Touya sits back and watches as his brother’s eyebrows scrunch in confusion, “Nice try, do you think I’m stupid?” “Yes.” “Shut up!”

Before they could continue with their teasing, Fuyumi walks out with a few items in hand, gesturing they go to the register and pay.

On their way there she asks, “What were you two arguing about?” Touya was reminded of why he froze to his seat and all the memories started to flood in. 

-

“What are you doing?” A small voice appeared next to him, rustling sounds as someone sat next to him.

Annoyingly, he turned to see who cared enough to bother him during lunch. Touya was frowning, wanting to go home and train but his frown vanished when he saw you. Your hair was split into pigtails with turquoise rubber bands and an all-might lunch box in your hands. 

“It’s none of your business.” He quipped, upset at such a person distracting him. He frowns again at your response, “That’s not very nice. My mom said if you don’t have anything nice to say then don’t say anything at all.” 

He always hated that saying because it was something he needed to learn, “That’s stupid.” His arms are crossed, now angry at the scolding. Instantly you replied with, “You’re stupid!” 

Touya whipped his head around at your insult and he stood up, “You’re stupider!” He yelled, which caused you to yell even louder, “You’re the stupidest!” 

The little fight between you two somehow sparked into a competition to prove who wasn’t stupid by stating your test scores, to demonstrating your quirks, then arguing about pro-heroes. From that day forward you guys were glued to each other’s side, eating lunch and spending breaks together. Touya had even invited you to his house, to his mom’s delightful surprise.

Everyday was spent together,

until he died. 

The loss of Touya destroyed you, school had become lonely and you distanced yourself from people in fear of losing someone else. The other kids only knew you as the girl whose friend died, which made them avoid you and your grief.

After graduating middle school, you never continued in your path to become a hero, unable to stomach death and violence. Instead, you went to a normal high school and a little college that gave you enough knowledge to have a name to yourself that you were satisfied with. 

Despite the loss, the Todoroki’s never forgot about you; Anytime they saw you in public you guys would quickly catch up, you’ve even seen their mom once a few times. Rei was an angel to be around, she had a very caring aura even after everything she’s been through.

Honestly, you were incredibly nervous when visiting her, you shouldered a ton of guilt for not being able to save Touya from his desire to be a hero. She cried at the confession, Fuyumi did too, you all shared a lengthy and heartfelt conversation about your grief. 

After that conversation, you and Fuyumi grew very close! Whenever she wasn’t busy with teaching her students you guys would meet up and go to festivals, chat over drinks or freak out together over your guys’ shared interests. 

Fuyumi became one of your best friends so it was no surprise when you recognized her at the store. 

-

“Hey Yumi!!” You beam at his sister, your eyes bright as you walk around the counter to hug his sister. While Touya isn’t tall enough to tower over you, he still has to slightly look down to meet your eyes.

He watched as you both chatted, something about Fuyumi needing a last minute dress for their mom’s event, to you… also going.. to the event.

“What are you going to wear?” His sister asked, showing her outfit in her hands and questioning which one to buy. “I have the blue version of this dress! You should get this one so we can match!” Excitedly, you pointed at a simple white dress Fuyumi had in her hands, which made her grab the other dresses and reach them towards Natsuo.

“Could you put these dresses back please!” Natuso whined, “How am I supposed to know where they go?” Touya tries to keep his eyes remained on his brother in fear you’ll recognize him. Not that it would be shocking given that he announced his existence on national television.

Your arms come into view as you grab the clothes from his sister's hands, “It’s okay, I can put it away!” Feeling embarrassed, Fuyumi tries to exclaim that it’s okay and she can put it away but you insisted that it was your job.

So you work in this clothing store.

“Don’t worry about it, you’re always too kind to me Yumi. Come over to this register, I can ring you up!” The former villain doesn’t know whether or not to feel relieved or hurt that you haven’t noticed his presence. Maybe you did and you’re ignoring him? Or maybe you just think he’s one of Natsuo’s friends? There’s a million questions that run through his mind, so much so that by the time he snaps back to reality, you’re handing Fuyumi her receipt.

As they exit the store, he musters up some courage to look at you and to his shock you’re already looking at him. Instead of looking away, you give him a small smile and he matches it, before turning his attention to the door in front of him. 

The walk to the car is quiet, the sound of the wind rustling the trees and feet scratching against rocks on the road. He gets into the backseat, claiming the passenger seat makes him carsick.

Fuyumi was quick to address the elephant in the room, not even giving him time to put his seatbelt on, “Why didn’t you say anything?” She turned around and looked back at him.

Natsuo started the car but didn’t move to reverse, “Wasn’t she your first and only friend in school?” Touya pouted at the fact that his brother stated, you were his first crush too. 

“I doubt she recognized me or maybe she didn’t want to.” Being vulnerable was still a hard thing for him, so his sentence was merely whispered but curse Fuyumi for having good ears, “Don’t say that! Of course she recognized you, she was just shy. Plus, you didn’t even look at her!”

The elder scoffs at having not been slick, “Say something to her next time, she’s been wanting to talk to you.” Touya is confused at what his sister mentioned, “What do you mean she wants to talk to me??” 

Fuyumi’s expression makes it seem like she was caught doing something bad, but she was never good at secrets, “Yn is aware of your existence, she reached out to me when you were first admitted to the hospital after the fight all those years ago. She was very worried but didn’t feel like it was her place even though we insisted she visited. I really think you should talk to her.”

“Yeah talk to her! Don’t be a wuss big bro!”

“Shut up!”

That night, Touya couldn’t get any sleep, he was too busy thinking about all the times he would search for you when he was Dabi. There were too many times when he wanted to just go up to you, to watch you smile at him even if under the guise of customer service, but he couldn’t do that to you. Dabi didn’t want you to look at what he had become, what he’s done. So like his past, he erased you from his mind and focused on his goal.

-

Until his eyes could do nothing but focus on you standing right in front of him. 

Tonight he and his family (minus their dad of course, he wasn’t allowed near Natsuo) were in the ballroom of some hotel that his mom’s club was hosting. After getting out of the ward, his mom joined a community club that takes care of plants, it keeps her busy and happy.

This event was to celebrate the success of the plant business’ success in growth, there were mini games for the children of the members, food and a live band. It was quite nice, not as loud as he prepared himself for it to be.

Although, right now he couldn’t hear anything over the raging beat of his heart. There you were, greeting his mother. As always you were so beautiful, he couldn’t believe you were so close. The dress you were wearing did match Fuyumi’s, who just now bumped his shoulder, “Talk to her you idiot.” 

“How can I? I died, killed people, almost died, and now I’m-” His sister interrupts with that kind voice of hers, she was always so reassuring, “Alive, with a second chance. Trust me, she misses you.” 

Before Touya got a chance to think of a reply, you made eye contact with him. His mother followed her gaze and beamed at the sight of him, waving him down.

Touya could never say no to his mom, not anymore. So, against his will he walked towards you two. His eyes never once left yours even if he wanted to look away, hating the way you stared at him, it made him feel too conscious of his skin. While he doesn’t have staples of purple skin, it's still apparent where his scars were. 

“We’ll leave you two alone.” And just like that his mom and sister disappeared. The air was awkward, he didn’t know what to say. How does someone even start a conversation after everything he’s done?

Every doubt, any negative thought he’s ever had dissipates when he hears your angelic voice, “I like your hair.”

He can’t remember the last time he’s heard your voice that wasn’t through his jagged memories of you. It’s softer and smoother than when you were kids yet it carries a lightness that makes him straighten his back and hold out his hand towards you, 

“Would you like to dance?”

Heat crawls up his neck at the feeling of your soft hands grabbing his own, he feels like that naive little kid all over again.

With your hand in his, you both make your way to the dancefloor where the band starts to slow down their tune, a soft melody intertwining in the air, “I will be honest, I don’t actually know how to dance.” Touya admits embarrassingly, he didn’t have the time and even when he did he rejected any activity that wasn’t training. 

Slightly, you squeeze his hand in reassurance, “It’s okay, neither do I.” The most he knows about slow dancing is from the movies his siblings forced him to watch, who would’ve thought those dumb romance movies would have helped him.

“Is it okay if I?” His eyes gesture to his hands hovering above your waist, Shyly, you nod and he places his hands on your waist, gently moving your body closer to his. You take the close space as a sign to move your hands onto his shoulders.

Slowly, your bodies sway to the music, lights dim, colors of blue and a soft white flash over the dance floor, covering the red hue on Touya’s face. It was odd, two people who were friends for a few years in middle school met again a decade later at an event none of them were a part of. 

As always, you’re the one to break the silence, “How are you?” Your eyes are no longer looking into his, instead looking at the stupid tie he was forced to wear, “As good as a convicted criminal can be.” 

Nothing is said for a little bit, Touya starts to worry that he joked too soon, “How are you doing? I’m sorry for not saying anything when you were working.. I didn’t really know how to.”

Now you look up at him, “That’s stupid.”

He laughs at the memory that rises at your words, “A girl once told me that her mom told her, if you-” “Don’t have anything nice to say then don’t say anything at all, yeah yeah.” You roll your eyes as he mimics your words from your first encounter, that same smile you gave him when he saw you working but bigger, brighter too. 

“I’ve missed you yn.” 

Even with the dim lights, he can see the tears well up in your eyes, “I’ve missed you too, more than you could possibly ever know. I was so angry at you, learning how you died. I grieved for so long and when I was finally okay, the news of your existence flashed on my tv and I was angry all over again.” He hasn’t even realized that he was crying until your hands moved to wipe his tears, actual tears instead of thick lines of blood.

“I wanted to yell at you, to kick your ass, but seeing you in the hospital… I just wanted to talk to you again. I’m sorry I never visited.” Touya quickly assures you that there was no need for you to ever apologize and that it was him who needed to beg for your forgiveness for putting you through such pain.

“You’re free to do it all, I’m so sorry.” The tears wouldn’t stop flowing, years of guilt still streaming through him. 

“After all this time and you’re still a crybaby.” At the comment he turns his head away, a soft mutter denying such assumptions.

“‘m not a crybaby.” Your hand moves to turn his face towards yours, “That’s right, you’re a big crybaby.” He wants to be annoyed at the testing, but it’s you. Just like his family, his heart is weak for you. 

Years and years spent apart, the young flame his heart lit for you starts to warm again. The version of himself that met you still lives, still craving your presence. 

It’s too early to dive into those emotions, for now he’ll soak up the warmth your laugh radiates. He’s got all the time in the world.

© ihrthoney. reblogs & feedback are greatly appreciated𑁤

[bananami]

Good Things Come to Those Who Wait

characters: dabi x reader (x hawks sort of)

synopsis: you've never "finished" before and apparently dabi is the first person you thought to ask to help rectify that issue. somehow hawks gets roped into all of this, and not even in the way he wishes. poor hawks. maybe next time bby. (2k)

warnings: 18+/mdni, MAJOR SPOILERS BELOW IF YOU'RE NOT CAUGHT UP ON THE LAST SEASON, anyways onto the good stuff - fingering, masturbation, a LOT of dirty talk, dabi says fuck a lot, implied threesome, recording and technically sexting, praise kink AND degradation kink, dabi is a little mean at certain points, somewhat implied yandere on hawks and dabi's end if you squint, reader is referred to with feminine pronouns and terms, reader is implied to have female anatomy

a/n: this took on a whole ass life of it's own. seriously hawks was never going to be a part of this but then I thought hmmm that could work. SERIOUSLY SPOILERS AFTER THIS. i am not responsible for what you read. you are responsible for the media that you choose to consume. i've given ample warnings on content and spoilers. if you're sticking around, HAVE FUN. and no i did not proof read this... xxx

"You want me to do what?"

"I'm not gonna say it again."

"Then I'm not gonna teach you."

"Touya!" You whined. "C'mon, I never ask you for anything- don't give me that look, I don't! I've never enjoyed it, I'm not asking you to show me, just maybe give me some pointers."

Dabi opens his phone to scroll through anything he can to distract himself from the effects of the conversation. It's bad enough hearing you talk about sex, let alone having to make eye contact with you at the same time. "Doll, I hate to break it to you, but if I'm being honest, it's probably got nothing to do with you and everything to do with the fact that you tend to date morons who think that if they grope around enough the clit will magically appear."

You scrunched your nose. "That was crass."

"Are you fucking kidding me?" He pokes at your forehead, knocking you off kilter and falling back onto the other side of the couch, before going back to scrolling through his phone. "You want me to help you get off and you think me mentioning the clit is crass? Make it make sense."

You wished he wouldn't word it that way, even if it technically was exactly what you were asking from him. "Like I said, I'm not asking you to show me how to do anything, I just a little advice to make it better."

"It takes two to tango, baby. You being good at it doesn't mean they will be. You're putting it all on yourself and you can't do that."

"Ok..." you pause for a moment, gathering the courage to even whisper the next few words that cross your lips, "what about when I do it myself?"

That makes Dabi pause, his attention drawn immediately away from his phone and back onto you. "What do you mean when you do it yourself?"

You huff, getting slightly irritated with his line of questioning, as though it isn't obvious what you're saying. "Ok look, we've been friends for a long time and there's no one else that I trust enough to have this conversation with." Your fingers together as you attempt to keep eye contact with him while speaking. "I have a hard time...finishing."

"Why?" There it was. No judgment, no laughing, no making you feel uncomfortable or awkward. Dabi was straightforward and you knew that no matter what you asked, he would find a way to accommodate for you.

"I don't know," you admit, "it's like I get right there and think it's gonna happen and then it just doesn't."

Dabi is silent for a long time. He looks lost in his head, leaving you unsure on what to say. When he finally speaks it leaves you with a bit of relief. Because he again sounds genuinely curious. Although a little strained.

Unbeknownst to you, that may be because of the raging hard on Dabi is trying to keep from getting any worse or more noticeable.

"What are you using?"

"I've tried literally everything. I even bought one of those cute little vibrators from that place you and Keigo always talk about."

Fuck. That's the last thing he needed to hear. Wait until he told Hawks. He'd probably kick Dabi's ass for not calling him immediately. He'd probably do a lot worse after finding out what Dabi was about to offer without shooting the fucker an invite.

"Maybe you just need someone to walk you through it."

"What, like...like you do it for me."

"Like I'll tell you what to do, and if that still doesn't work then we can improvise."

You sit stock still, wondering what this would mean for your friendship with Dabi if you were to go through with it. But he was offering, he wouldn't do that if he thought it would be a bad idea. Would he?

No.

No, you trusted Dabi. That's why you came to him for this. And if he thought this was a good idea, then it had to be.

So you shook your head. You swore his eyes turned five shades darker.

"Lay down."

You do as your told almost immediately, and it doesn't go without acknowledgement.

"Good girl, I'm not gonna touch you just yet, I'm just gonna help you out of these. That alright, baby?" And you shake your head without any hesitation this time.

Dabi's finger skim the top of your jeans until they find the button to undo them. He pulls them do slowly, your panties with them, until they're completely off your legs. He drops your jeans to the floor but your eyes widen just a bit when he brings your panties to his nose and he takes a deep breathe. The embarrassment hits you full force. He slips them into his pocket, and you just know you're not getting them back.

"Open those legs and let me see you, doll." Clearly you don't move fast enough, because Dabi grabs both of your ankles to pull them apart, setting one leg up over the top of the couch, and the other bent in the opposite direction, your foot and ankle laid against his lap.

"Show me what you usually do, pretty girl. Put on a show for me."

You don't know how you can be both so embarrassed and confident at the same time, but it's something about his words that make you feel so much at once. Your fingers begin their usual dance against your skin, and it does nothing but spur him on.

"There you go, pretty baby just needs some guidance doesn't she? Fucking rub your clit for me, just how you like it, show me."

Your fingers rub against your clit, and it makes your body hot having his eyes right on your most sensitive parts. You can feel it building inside you, heightening when his eyes find yours and he smirks. "What do you want? Need me to tell you how pretty that pussy is? You want some praise, you little slut? A little degradation? You like when I call you my good little slut? I bet you fucking do. Shove two fingers into the pussy, let me see you take them."

Your head is fuzzy as you do what he says. Your fingers aren't very long, but they get enough of the job done. Dabi's words do more of the work than anything.

"Fuck, listen to the wet cunt, pull your fingers out, rub your clit again. That's right, baby, make a mess for me."

You keep at it for a while, but it's not until you get to the closest you've ever been to cumming that you realize it's not gonna work. You can feel it, and you want it so bad you're practically crying, but there's just something missing.

Dabi catches on quickly. "No go, baby?" He teases you. "You need to cum so bad, don't you?" You can't do anything but keep moving your fingers and shaking your head.

He lets you go a little longer, savoring the tears glistening in your eyes. And then he's pulling at your wrist, yanking your hand up toward his face, and wrapping his lips around your fingers. The same two that were just inside you.

The audible gasp that falls from your mouth does nothing to quell the growing excitement inside him. He's licking your fingers clean, groaning at the taste of you on his tongue. He pulls them from his mouth, his eyes heavy with lust.

"Any of those shitty little boyfriends get a taste straight from the source?" You look at him with confusion written all over your face, and he rolls his eyes. "Your pussy, any of them ever eat it? Or did they skip the foreplay? The look on your face is telling me all I need to know. Their loss, doll. Taste so fucking good, could spend hours with my tongue inside you."

It's his fingers ghosting over your clit that makes you almost choke. You have to shove your hand against your mouth to keep from being too loud.

"Don't you fucking dare," Dabi's voice is practically seething, "let me hear every fucking noise I make come from those lips. Made me wait this fucking long, you owe me that."

Your hand is forcibly removed from your hand and pinned at your side.

"Keep it there." He commands. And then two of his fingers are slipping inside of you. "Such a fucking cocktease, you know that? Have me and Keigo practically drooling over you and you wanna choose a bunch of fuckboys instead? They can't even get you off. Now you're coming to me wanting to cum. Fuck you. Beg."

"Please, please, please," you don't hesitate. And all of a sudden all you can think about is Keigo. And Dabi. And Keigo and Dabi. "Need to, please, please-"

"Fuck, you're squeezing. So fucking tight. What are you thinking about, huh? Is it because I mentioned Keigo." You can't help it. "There you go again, baby, does he make you wet too? I bet you wish he was here to help too."

It's a fleeting thought, but Dabi can't help himself. Hawks would be pissed if he missed this. He tries facetime, but no answer. Sorry fuck. The next best thing will have to do.

Dabi pulls up his camera and hits record at the same time that his fingers curl and he snaps, bordering on too much and not enough.

"That's right, want it dripping all down my hand. Cry for me, little mouse, let me see those tears." His thumb plays with your clit as he focuses the camera right on the place where you and him meet. "Can't tell you how many times him and I have had to jack each other off to the thought of your pussy."

You choke on your tears, "Touya-"

"Need you to come all over my fingers, baby. Show Keigo how good I'm making you feel. You'll let him help out next time, won't you?" You don't understand why, but your brain is so foggy, and you nod vigorously, maybe to agree, maybe to clear your head, it didn't really matter at this point. "Yeah? You'll let him eat that little pussy, right? He's been dying for a taste. Is that what you want, you want us to share you?"

The thought of them sharing you is what does it. Dabi swears he's never heard a more beautiful noise than the sounds you make when you orgasm. He doesn't let up, his fingers still relentless inside you. You almost panic when you begin to feel the next wave pass over you, similar but different from the last one.

"He can lick your pretty cunt while I pound into you, hmm. Or maybe I'll let him have your pussy first since he missed out today, so long as I get to take your ass while he does. Or you think you can squeeze the both of us inside this tight pussy? A little effort, but I bet we can make it work, doll." The chuckle that leaves him is almost sadistic, and all of a sudden, you feel your body snap.

"Look how she squirts," you hear him saying, "pussy's a fucking dream." He lands a slap against it that makes you flinch from how oversensitive you feel, and hits send on the video.

The next couple of minutes are spent in silence, except for Dabi, who is whispering things like did so good, perfect for both of us, such a good girl.

Dabi makes sure your cleaned, having to pick you up and carry you to the bathroom, where he sits you against the countertop and begins running a rag over the inside of your thighs. It's distracting enough that you don't hear the vibration of his phone against the granite counter.

His smirk only grows at the message that lights across the screen.

Hawks: dICK

Hawks: im gonna kick your ass

Hawks: i'll be right over

[insomniactic-daydream]

Comfortable- Bakugo X Reader

Bakugo x Support Course Shoto's Twin Sister Reader (Pt.4)

<- (Previous Pt.3)

Summary: Endeavor has a soft spot for his younger daughter. Y/n notices how Bakugo has gotten more comfortable (and annoying) around her. However, she doesn't seem to mind.

The next morning came, and you began packing your bags of tools and as well as the gauntlets that were nearly completely. All that was really left were to adjust some things with Bakugo's arm measurements. Though, that's still required a large amount of your tools.

Sleeping last night was hard. Loving your family is hard. Everyone was raised differently besides Natsuo and Fuyumi, but even they see the situation differently. It was hard to be in agreement with each other regarding parents when all of you coped with trauma differently.

The sound of your phone ringing interrupted your thoughts as well as muted the noise of cooking pans in the kitchen for morning breakfast. You check the caller and roll your eyes before picking it up.

"You know it's barely 9 in the morning, right? Let me get some food in before slaving me away for your gauntlets. I'm pretty sure this is against child labor laws, Mr. Future Number One. " You say sarcastically, remembering all the time he's talked a earful of being the best during you making his support items.

For a man that says he can't be bothered to deal with 'extras', he sure likes taking up your space. But you label it as he only wants to learn and see how to modify his gauntlets whenever he needed to in the future.

"You're a dumbass. I was calling your forgetful ass to remind you. Make sure you ask your old man or someone before coming here. I don't need a stowaway." He grumbles. Although he didn't know an argument went on last night, you did text him pretty late. Sounding like a last minute plan rather than a though out one, which was 100% true.

"Don't get your peg leg in a twist, Captain. I was going to ask this morning. I'm confident they'll say yes, considering this is worth my grade." You retort back while placing your support informarion journal with your other things you'll be taking.

"Whatever loser, just don't keep me waiting for your ass too long." He says in a huff.

"Relax, you'll see me soon enough. God you're so obsessed with me." You say chuckling to yourself as you open the door out to your room.

"AS IF YOU LITTLE SH-" was all you heard before hanging up the phone. He knows better to call again just to cuss you out. You'll just ignore those calls too.

You walk into the kitchen seeing Fuyumi at work on the stove while your father and Shoto sit in uncomfortable silence.

"Good Morning Y/n, hope you had a good rest. I didn't see you at the table last night. Fuyumi said you were feeling tired, " Endeavor says to you. Fuyumi exchange glances with Shoto. Hiding the truth at what really went down.

"Morning, Dad. Apologies, I was feeling slumped last night." You lie before sitting down in the seat beside him.

Your dad is the Devil's incarnate, at least that's what most of your family says; and you happen to be his favorite child. Maybe in his mind, maybe treating you right would make up for giving up on Touya.

However, that makes situations like these difficult. You know that throwing your siblings under the bus for what really happened last night would result in just a bigger argument, with your father to your defense. Respecting your siblings' decisions and opinions whether you agree with it or not, you say nothing about the incident to your father.

After you all say thanks for the food and begin eating, you clear your throat to speak, gaining the attention of the table.

"So I'm going to a friend's house to finish their support item for class. I was wondering if I could have the chauffeur to take me if it's not too much of a hassle." You say already grabbing your plate to wash and put away.

"Very well. We can drop you off on the way to the agency. Prepare your things. We are leaving soon as finish." Endeavor asks.

"Yes, sir." You say before heading down the hall to go grab your things.

Soon after, you're out the door and enjoying a silent car ride to Bakugo's home.

"Try not to stay too long. Like the rest of us, Mr. Kurumada also has to go home at the end of the day. I wouldn't mind picking you up myself, but be mindful of others' time." Endeavor says before helping you gather your things.

"I know, Dad. I wouldn't want to overstay my welcome either. I'll try and keep the time in mind. Thank you for driving me here." You say kindly also giving a wave to your dad's driver too.

"Very well. I can help you carry your things to the door if yo-" your father says before you interupt him.

"I'm okay, Dad, no need to worry." You smile before picking up all your things and walking to Bakugo's door. He doesn't argue and heads back to the car.

Fragile. As if you might crack from the slightest touch. Touya death certainly did a number on how he treats you.

Tossing thoughts aside, you knock three times before the door opens. "Took you long enough, nerd."

"Shut up and help me. You're gauntlets weigh a ton." You say before shoving him his gear. And stepping inside the home.

"Wow this place is nice. Much more modern than where I live." You say putting your shoes down and trading them for house quest slippers. You observe all the family photos, taking in the faces of the annoying blondes parents.

You see a picture of him as a baby frowning up at his smiling parents. You'd imagined what it would be like to see such smiles on yours.

"My parents are designers. My old hag does clothes, my old man houses. Both of them got called in today, but they should be home later, " He grumbles as he lifts your stuff from the floor. His tone was much more relaxed than his voice at school.

"You'd think you would dress nicer considering your parents tatse." You smirk up at his carnelian eyes now rolling at your remark.

"I dress perfectly fine, you lump of coal. Now stop analyzing my house and let's get you to work." He says before grabbing your wrist and walking to the backyard. Still carrying your things with his other hand.

"Such a good host you are." You deadpan and drag your wieght behind him.

He sure has gotten comfortable grabbing and dragging you around, considering he recoiled at the thought of shaking your hand in the beginning.

You pay it no mind.

Although the fucker can be annoying at times, he can be fun to hang around when he isn't screaming.

He's not half bad.

(Next Part 5) ->

Kind of another filler chapter about sharing the Y/n' s family dynamics.

But trust, there will be more Y/n and Bakugo romance next chapter 🫡

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[with-my-calamitous-love]

lunar valleys in my mind

touya x reader

spending the night smoking cigarettes, eating takeout and kissing, you and your lover compare your beliefs on the universe. themes of death and nihilism, drawing from thoughts i’ve been having lately.

inspired by i hate it here

sometimes you feel like his consolation prize.

a lifetime of suffering, of burning up to the seems of his skin. a lifetime of believing comfort is a construct for fools, and finding warmth through setting himself ablaze. perhaps the universe decided to give him something, and perhaps, it was out of pity.

he doesn’t believe in pity, in good luck, in the existence of a god, or even in things being fair to him. he scoffed at those.

but if you truly were something, or rather someone, sent to ease his pain just a little… well, who is he to complain?

you’ve bugged him about smoking indoors, your compromise being that he open up all the windows before even thinking about lighting a cigarette. in turn, you’re cold. but that means you can lean cling to him and his embers for warmth. touya todoroki doesn’t feel cold- he isn’t capable.

he stands next to you, drying the dishes as you wash them. the lights are off, the only source of illumination being the refrigerator door left open. its warm, and that soft buzzing noise adds some ambience. laundry circulates in the back, and the leftovers sit on the counter, waiting to be stored.

“stop half assing it, touya.” you say, watching as we barely wipes the plates with the cloth wet. blue eyes flicker to you, and then back to his hands. just to bother you, he begins not drying them at all, putting them in their cabinets right away.

“oh, go fuck yourself.” you scoff, and he laughs, doing maybe a 2% better job at wiping them dry. “sorry, doll.” he chuckles under his breath, but he’s not sorry for getting you heated. he finds it adorable.

“when i die, i’m gonna haunt you forever.” you declare, playfully flicking water at him. you expect an asshole response from him. and in a way, you do. just not the kind you anticipated.

“you believe in that crap, doll? ghosts?” he says, a tone of finality in his voice.

“well… i think they could be real.” you say. “but i think theres more out there. heaven, reincarnation… the usual.” you hum.

the thought of there being more after death is comforting. in reincarnation, you could be a debutante in another life, one where you wouldn’t have to be scared to go outside. or maybe, theres heaven. that you’ll go to a place full of warmth and light, with a million suns to swallow you whole.

maybe, theres some place better than here.

but touya sighs dismissively, finding your naïveté cute. its always men that think they know everything, don’t they?

“i guess one of us has to have starry eyes.” touya says, extinguishing his cigarette on the ashtray. you can’t blame him for what he thinks, after all he’s been through.

you purse your lips curiously, challenging that notion. “so… what do you think happens after death mr. realist?”

he scoffs, a hint of a bitter smile blooming on his face, setting into his usual cynical expression.

“after death? nothing, doll,” he answers bluntly. “it’s just… lights out. game over. no cosmic beings, no rewards. just…”

“oblivion.” you propose. its the word that comes to mind based on his description.

“yeah. oblivion.” he confirms.

“so what?” you stand beside him, crickets of the night chirping just outside your window. “this is all there is, then?”

he nods, becoming more and more pessimistic as he goes on. “yeah, doll. thats it. oblivion. just nothingness.”

theres a silence that washes over you two as you continue your chores, moving through the house and eventually ending up on the couch, tired.

you want to believe that theres something more. and honestly, sometimes, so does he. its so easy to hate it here, to hate the world and those who inhabit it. so, you go to those secret, sacred gardens in your hearts and in your minds. the kind of place you need a key to get to, and the kind of key you swallow so no one can follow you.

no mid-sized city hopes or small-town fears. nostalgia is a minds trick- theres no point in reminiscing in what decade or moment in your past you would live in if you could. in the 1830s, you’d be freezing, married off to someone for the highest bid. any longer into the future, the world would be in fiery, climate induced ruins. maybe they’d find a better planet, where only the gentle can survive.

“well…” you start. his ears perk up, arms still around you.

“well what? don’t tell me you’re starting to believe me. your optimism was cute.” he chuckles.

“i’d rather have oblivion with you, than have everything alone.” you say.

just then, his smirk falters. he’s used to your stubborn optimism, and in a way, this is that. you’re finding the silver lining, even in cynical nihilism. and he can’t fathom just how you’re doing it.

“you’d… really?” he says, speechless, usual snide remarks replaced by something. wonder.

you nod, leaning your head on his shoulder. “its a pretty thought… heaven, reincarnation, something bigger than us.”

“it is.” he admits. he can’t deny that, even if he thinks that its bullshit. its a beautiful thought, for beautiful fools.

“but its also nice… thinking theres nothing. that one day, the world will collapse into oblivion. we’ll all go who knows where, and fade out from here. and thats a wrap. its the grand finale to it all.”

to your words, he stars up at the ceiling, as if picturing cosmos up before his eyes. he sees saturn’s rings and the moons craters up there. before, he thought that all of it, would turn to dest through the inevitability of death. that everyone would just have to be okay with being alone. but he isn’t alone anymore.

“you know, most assholes would find oblivion terrifying.” touya points out the obvious, chuckling. you nod.

“there is just something about it.” you say, eyes closing, resting. “that sooner or later, all that will be left is the darkness after the show, and the stars, and our dreams, stimulus, and love, everything and nothing, all in the void.”

he sees your sleepy state and takes that as an invitation to close his own eyes, your words not lost on him.

“you make nothing feel like everything.” he utters, lips pressing themselves to the top of your head.

“everything and nothing.” you repeat. “thats us.”

through your words, touya concludes. love can create meaning in a meaningless world. that maybe it isn’t about finding the answers to the universe, or finding out what happens after. maybe you two will go to heaven (though he definitely isn’t), or you’ll end up in the void, fading into nothingness.

there may be nothing in the world, but there’s everything in your love. perhaps the two- everything and nothing- are meant to coexist. love gives meaning to existence, even if it ends in… well, oblivion.

but as he draws your face near, kissing you, touya feels himself in the presence of everything. of a love that transcends even the inevitability of the universe itself.

✧.* ⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚ ✧.* ✧.* ⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚ ✧.* ✧.* ⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚ ✧.* ✧.* ⋆.˚

this is based off of a fictional short story i wrote for one of my classes, which i might post on my personal blog if people enjoy this. in the face of my depression, my struggles, and nothingness, the love i get here means everything. thank you for reading 🪐

[sourpatchys]

•Dabi (Touya Todoroki) headcannons•

Notes: Gn!reader (nothing specified), SFW

A/n: I’ve been wanting to do this for a while, and I figured now was the time! These are just some things off the top of my head, I’ll probably expand at a later date!

Guidelines masterlist

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He tends to push people away, not in the traditional ‘staying as far away from you as possible’ sense though. He’ll just make snippy comments, ignore you completely, stomp over your ideas and overall just treat you like a nuisance.

He’s not opposed to people getting close, but he won’t actively try to befriend you or even take the time to get to know you— if you want his attention you’ll have to fight for it— shoving yourself into his life and telling him information without him asking.

Eventually he’ll warm up, his snippy comments turning into more lighthearted jokes (though they’ll still be at your expense) it’s going to be a slow process through and through

He doesn’t really care for hugs, holding hands or soft kisses on the cheek, and he’s likely to push you off if you get to close when he just isn’t feeling it.

He also isn’t the type of person (at least at first) to tell you when he isn’t in a cuddly mood, it’ll just be trial and error on your part

He’s protective of his secrets, and isn’t going to open up quickly, even when the cracks start to form he’s more likely to just walk away from you than he is to actually talk about his feelings

That isn’t to say he can’t get to a good state with you though

Trial and error won’t come without some expertise on your end and, in turn, things get a lot easier overall.

He’ll start looking forward to your next move, waiting for you to pop up and see what kind of mood he is that day. Sometimes he’ll even try to fake you out, just to make sure you’re serious about wanting to get close to him, and of course, seeing you fail is a little funny as well.

Eventually you’re just expected to be near him at all times, he doesn’t mind your presence, he allows you to be clingy if that’s how your feeling that day, regardless of his personal bias

He’s not self conscious of his scars anymore, per se, but he is aware that he isn’t exactly nice to look at. It’s best just not to mention them until the relationship is secure. It wouldn’t be a deal breaker but it wouldn’t make the process any easier.

Why would anyone want to look at him the way you claim to? It just wouldn’t make much sense to him.

And even after the relationship is secure, he’ll make a point to let you know how weird he finds it that you aren’t even slightly put off by it.

He has some love for his siblings deep (very deep) down, logically he knows that what happened wasn’t their fault, but if he listened to that part of himself, he may lose sight of his goals— and he just can’t fathom a world where endeavor isn’t suffering or dead.

He is not the jealous type, at least not around other people. He may make a snide remark or two though, if people get too handsy or close. Usually along the lines of—

“Get your own, this one’s mine.” Or, “gross” before walking away and letting you handle it from there.

Because overall, he does trust you, even if only slightly. Anyone willing to shove themselves in his life the way you have is proof enough that you won’t go anywhere.

But that doesn’t mean he won’t give you an earful when you’re alone, or even the silent treatment if things aren’t handled in a timely fashion.

[irisintheafterglow]

rn im so obsessed with dabi and gojo, so may i request a fic where reader, in the middle of the night, clings onto dabi/gojo while they sleep. like, they subconsciously cuddle them

I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE (finally writing for dabi) TURN IT UP !! also apparently i have the same birthday as him???? so like basically we're soulmates-

you don't know what else to say when you hear him slide open your window.

"ew."

"a pleasure to see you too, doll," he mutters in amusement, slipping off his shoes and leaving them on the ledge. "and here i was hoping you'd miss me."

"not in your wildest dreams." like clockwork, he makes to climb under the covers with you but you stop him with a sleepy but firm shake of your head. he gives you a look like you'd just told him to jump off a building.

"you serious?"

"shower first, then you can come in here."

"c'mon, sweetheart. i'm exhausted," he drawls and you nearly break, trying your hardest to glare at those stupidly bright eyes and infuriatingly soft smile. "let a man rest a little, yeah?"

"nope." you flip over to your other side as he scoffs at your back. when he believes you're asleep again, quiet footsteps creep toward the space beside you and the mattress sinks with the weight of his leg carefully positioning itself by yours. "shower or i'll freeze your balls off," you growl half-heartedly, very much still awake. he's not deterred in the slightest.

"you wouldn't dare." an arm drapes possessively over your lower torso and you fight the instinct to melt into him.

"wanna find out, hothead?" he clicks his tongue and lightly squeezes your hip. he was trying all his tricks tonight, but you'd learned how to pretend to be immune. "touya."

"mmm?"

"shower, please."

"the things i do for you," he murmurs in defeat, pressing a quick kiss to the top of your head before sulking off to the bathroom. you drift in and out of sleep during the time he's gone, vaguely registering the sound of the pipes creaking and the smell of his body wash. before you know it, the noise of the hair dryer ceases and your bedroom door creaks open again. this time, when he slips into the blankets with you, you don't protest as he pulls you flush against his body, your back against his chest. his chin finds the junction of your shoulder and his hair tickles the back of your neck. his warm breath exhales deeply against your skin. "you smell like me."

"ran out of shampoo," you lie and you can feel his mouth curl into an arrogant smirk. "and there's no way in hell i'm using twice's."

"it's okay to just admit that you miss me, baby," he teases and you roll your eyes. "say that you were sad and be done with it."

"go to hell," you grunt and you feel his chuckle over your body. after you finally drift off again, you turn to bury your face in his neck. his arms secure themselves around your body and you barely need the blanket anymore from how warm he naturally runs. he hums in contentment, bathing in the way that you didn't see him as the monster the rest of society did. he'd rather die than be a danger to you, to have you fear him in a way where he couldn't hold you closer when you needed him. he loved your biting tongue and your razor-sharp wit, but he also loved how you trusted him to protect you while you rested. he was safe for you.

and, even if he never admitted it aloud, you were safety for him, too.

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[touyas-multi-purpose-saline]

Hi hiii, for those yandere flower prompts could you write xeranthemum for Dabi?

cw: Yandere Themes, Mentions of Death / Thoughts of Death, Implied Suicide / Discussion of Suicide, Mentions of Violence / Past Violence, Unhealthy Relationships, Uncomfortable Scenarios, General Dark Themes Not Suitable for Immature Audiences, Gender-Neutral Reader. Read at your own discretion! 18+ Only!

author's note: This one doesn't feel as yandere-coded as the other two requests, but I hope you still enjoy it all the same! Backstory is implied, but imagine whatever you want for this. REQUESTS ARE STILL OPEN — READ THE TAGS! These "Yandere Prompts Flower Language" can be found here . I do not condone unhealthy behavior in any sense! This is strictly fiction! Do not force yourself to read if you're uncomfortable.

PROMPT: Xeranthemum (Everlasting Love): "Our love will surpass life itself."

word count: Approximately 1.2k.

Those teal eyes are glowing underneath the flames.

The moon, the light, the fuzzies of black and white a flurry of a snowstorm, the lapping tongues of electricity. He stands in the center of it all, those stringy coattails flapping oddly in the wind. There’s no rhythm, there’s no drumming, only the silent screaming of the fire. You watch those arms spread wide, brooms, sweeping, fingers burnweeds dusting at the ends, fluffy cotton. It’s hard to concentrate on anything, on everything, and he’s anything, he’s everything, and you know that you can’t turn away—shouldn’t.

And his laughter kisses your ears whenever he tosses his head back, whenever he flings a leg out to spin around, before he twirls himself in some faux performance that lacks an audience. Further, and faster, and you know that there’s something inside of you whispering that he won’t do it alone for long, that brilliant teal with shine like a rainbow, a rainstorm, and you’ll give in like you always do.

He stops for only a brief moment, grinning, and he extends a sweaty hand.

“C’mon! You hate him too, don’t ya? Join me!”

Touya’s beautiful, he’s always been beautiful. You don’t get to hear him like this very often, don’t get to see those crooked pearls in his mouth glitter like dew. His scratchy voice sounds like a song tucked away on an a.m. radio. You want to smile, you do, but Touya’s insane and you shouldn’t have ever let yourself be with him.

You softly lower your head.

“Touya… Please. I—”

You what? What do you want to say? Do you want to tell Touya all of your secrets? Do you want to tell him that you never wanted to hurt anybody? Anything? You never wanted anything to come down to this, but you’ve hurt a lot of people, killed a lot of people, just for him, just for him. If the world was crumbling, if the tectonic plates started to rumble and roll, if they started to tear at its perforated edges into a shadowy abyss and Touya was waiting on the other side of that sheet of paper, you’d run after him. Always, and you always have, and you always will. You’re his as much as he’s yours.

But he’s going to kill himself.

Touya’s laughter fizzles into something you’ve never heard before. Gasping air, bubbles that pop before they reach the surface, chuckles riddled with saliva, all of these strange sounds that emulate disbelief.

“You said you’d be with me! That you would do this with me! Whaaaaat? Going back on your word now that you’ve seen what I’ve become? What he’s made me?”

You start to shake your head roughly, those tails of flames brushing your cheeks.

“No! Touya, no! Touya, I—I just can’t stand by and let you—let you—I don’t want you to go away again! For good this time.”

There’s repose in Touya’s face, you think, and those staples in his face start to melt, maybe, but their shiny metals bleed into mush and wax, and you wonder if Touya’s contemplating what you’re trying to get across. You know he has, he’s too smart, but you wonder if it’ll change anything. You said you’d be with him, yes, you did promise, but what would you be if you let him send himself into a hurtling storm of rage and fury into a guaranteed imminent death? Would you even be yourself anymore without Touya?

“Are you scared for me?”

Something strange tints his tone, but you nod anyway.

“Yes. Yes, I am, Touya. I know what you want—and I know we’ve both known this moment was going to happen, but… I always hoped that it wouldn’t happen so soon.”

Touya’s dance has stopped fully, but the conflagrations carry on.

“Don’t you want to watch them see me? I want them to never forget how to feel like me. I want us to show everyone who I am.”

A shudder is a spider crawling down your spine, thousands of spindly legs tickling your nerves, making you chilly, and your eyes wrench shut. Touya’s always been so childishly selfish, but you love him. You can still remember the very first teal you ever saw, the moment those hues graced against your eyes. He’s not suicidal. Or maybe he always has been. He’s a kamikaze. He’s a pilot ready to crash into the center of the galaxy, ready to watch it implode and sink in on itself, ready to change his whole world, ready to watch that supernova of regret.

“Yes, Touya. I do want to watch.”

Laughter fills the air again, smoke and steam, and candles start to puff into your lungs like cigarettes, heavy and weightless, and you try to breathe through it all. You’ve never been able to find your way, but Touya hasn’t either. Or, maybe he has, and he’s found a way into you to keep you moving, a forgotten touch that’s gossamer in your memories.

“That’s why you’re mine! You’re supposed to help me! And we can do it together! We can send them where they truly belong—we can run like hounds underground!”

Leaders of the pack, infernos beneath your paws. Your head tilts to the side quietly, demure, and you’re starting to lose your will. You’re his, always, and it’s like you’ve been abducted. Every time he speaks to you, an ice trembling in your veins begins to evaporate and you lay bare before his feet like the dog in your heart. He’s manic now, elated and driven to the brink of insanity, on the cusp of happiness and retribution, on the deathbed waiting to rattle his lungs, in the grave that beckons with its curled talons. He’s alive for this, and you’re alive for him.

“Touya. I can’t watch you die.”

Yet, that’s a gospel to Touya, you know, a thing that motivates him further, a thing that reminds him of church bells, of a clock tower striking at midnight, and you know that he’s too far gone now.

“Nah, you don’t have to watch. We can do it together.”

Perhaps a gong of dread fills your heart, but the fish continues down the flowing stream. There’s something about Touya’s smile, something that’s maybe a little more genuine, that reminds you of all of the times whenever those frosty fingers would trace around the column of your neck, finding ways to hook a clasp. Hidden beneath your conscious mind, you’ve known that you were always going to die with him too.

“Touya—”

He starts to dance again.

“Our love will surpass life itself! And we can make everyone see! It’ll be easy, can’t you see? We’ll be the ones to change everything!”

He doesn’t talk like the Touya you know or remember. That little boy from your memory steps further and further into the recesses of the background, but that teal remains ever the same. He’s different now, and so are you, even whenever fear tickles your underbelly, whenever it feels like zest and convectors of Touya’s apathy start to burn your flesh, even whenever the love in your body swells at Touya’s words—before you realize that you both never changed.

That you both can burn it down.

“And we can die together.”

And Touya’s agony has never been softer.

[linphd]

Taking care of their baby alone | Headcanons

gender neutral

-> It had been around 6 months your baby was born, but it was the first time he had to take care of them alone, you being ready to return to your hero duties.

-> (S/N) is son’s name, (D/N) is daughter’s name. Obviously the students are now adults and pros.

-> Dabi, Eijiro Kirishima, Fumikage Tokoyami.

Touya Todoroki | Dabi

Sure, he had been rehabilitated and was now watched by his father as a way to show society that no, he wasn’t a villain anymore. And sure, he had had a kid with you, Endeavor’s favorite trainee. But he just… couldn’t take care of a baby alone after all these years !

(S/N) had been a surprise for the both of you. And at first, Dabi wanted to get rid of it. But he realized… he could give this kid what he would have wanted. He could break the cycle. So he decided, after all, he needed another proof of his rehabilitation and he had secretly been wishing for a loving family.

But (S/N) was crying right now. He had been okay playing with his little cubes for a while, and liking whatever Dabi was watching on TV. But right now, it wasn’t time to eat but the baby was crying. « I… I don’t know what you want, I’m sorry ! » the man said, picking him up.

After some minutes, Dabi’s pleas turned more into threats. « Listen little shit, I have to prove to your mom/dad that I’m responsible enough to take care of you and I wanna be a good dad, but you’re not helping ! » Unsurprisingly, it didn’t help.

That’s when the man remembered this movie Toga and Twice would cry watching it, the father would sing a lullaby to his kid. It was the only thing that Dabi actually remembered from the movie, cause he had secretly been listening to the song a few times after, wishing his father would have been this loving.

He decided to give it a go. « The monster’s gone, he’s on the run. And your daddy’s here. » he started singing in a faint and low voice, while bouncing (S/N) slowly. The little copy of him started calming a bit. « Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful… » he continued, kissing his forehead. « Beautiful boy. »

After repeating the same chorus over and over for quite some time, the toddler fell asleep. Dabi looked at him, smiling to himself. He was a rather good dad ! He could take care of his baby ! His baby that looked just like him before his own dad abandoned him ! He put him to his crib, finishing his show while waiting for you to come back.

Eijiro Kirishima

Kirishima was always sad when he had to do some hero work, leaving his little (S/N) behind, even with you. But this time, it had been decided that you would be the one going to work and him taking care of the baby. And he was so excited about it.

« Hey, I always take care of you with mommy/daddy. Me alone won’t change much, right ? » The baby stared at him, his eyes wide opened… and immediately started crying. The man picked him up, already harassing him with kisses and hugs.

« I know, it’s the first time they’re going away without youuuuu ! I miss them too every time they’re not here. » he said, hushing the baby. But it didn’t last long. He tried everything ; giving him food, checking his diaper, putting him in his crib… but nothing worked.

« … We’re so alike. (Y/N) always says we’re so alike physically and mentally and I would laugh it off but they’re right. I feel like that too, when they’re not here with me. » he said, dramatically. « But it’s not manly to make them feel bad about it, right ? »

And then he realized ; he had caught you singing rather quietly to (S/N), to make him fall asleep. He knew you thought he didn’t know, but he would just never admit he had heard you. Maybe a little lullaby would help ? So he picked his son up, hugging him close and tight.

« My baby, my baby… » he started, trying to sound as good as possible -he was a horrible singer. And even though he thought that his horrible singing would just make his baby yell louder, it actually seemed to catch his attention immediately.

« You’re my baby, say it to me. » the rest of the song wasn’t that cute, but Kirishima guessed it was the calming melody that his son liked. You never really sung the whole song anyways, your son falling asleep quite fast after the first notes -which happened with him too. He smiled, putting him in his crib, spamming his friends with pictures of him after that.

Fumikage Tokoyami

Tokoyami was really insecure about taking care of your daughter alone. Sure, he had been a good dad with you around as well, but all alone ?! « You’re never really alone anyways, Dark Shadow’s here, right ? » you had told him, which only made him reply : « You trust Dark Shadow with a baby ?! »

But here he was, reading a book next to his toddler who was asleep. He would caress her hair from time to time when she seemed to hum or move in her sleep -like you would often do- but nothing really out of the extraordinary was happening. That made him confident.

Talked too fast, right ? Yeah. (D/N) woke up, silently looking at her dad. He smiled at her, patting her head, waiting for her to do something that would scare him. He didn’t have to wait for long, since as soon as she realized you weren’t there, she started whining.

Tokoyami immediately picked her up, hugging her. « I knoooow, I miss mom/dad too. Come here. » he said, humming a bit to her in hope it would calm her down. While changing how he carried her as the position felt uncomfortable after quite some time, he briefly made her touch his beak.

That’s when he realized, she had stopped crying. « Oh ? Is it my beak ? You liked it ? » he said, holding her in front of his face. (D/N) stared at him for quite some time before being attracted by his beak. Slowly, she touched it and smiled. Hearing her father chuckle, she actually started laughing as well.

« Yeah ! You like dad’s beak ! » he said, Dark Shadow peaking out in the process. « Hey ! (D/N) baby ! I wanted to see how you were doing with her… and I… also… missed her…. » he confessed. Tokoyami only nodded, trying to find what to do with a baby this young.

And that’s how you came back home to two sleeping figures, on top of each other. Tokoyami was holding a random baby book and you wondered if (D/N) had really been interested in her dad’s reading. Still, they had seem to have had a good day, so you were relieved that your husband had gone past his fear.

[nohoney]

bby im on my period and need touya to make it better ๐·°(৹˃̵﹏˂̵৹)°·๐

sending you smooches and laying a blanket over you bb (￣ε￣＠)

“Okay, which one do you want: the llama or the avocado?” Touya asks as he holds up two soft heating pads out to you. You point to the llama with the tip of your foot before dropping it back down on the bed and laying onto your side, trying to be comfortable. The avocado stuffy is tossed somewhere on the floor, Touya unzipping the belly of the llama to pull out the little heating bag from its body. “Snacks? Juice?”

You’re getting annoyed at your boyfriend but he’s just doing the standard routine when it’s that time of the month for you. “Cranberry.” You answer curtly, reaching for your laptop and opening it up so that you can just throw on something to distract you from your cramps. Your lower back thrums with pain that makes you groan.

Touya knows to just get out the room before you yell at him for something ridiculous like him breathing too loud (he doesn’t) or giving you a weird look (he wasn’t) or even accusing him of being annoyed from you being annoyed (he is but he won’t say it).

The microwave beeps after heating the little bag and Touya’s filled your favorite tumbler cup with cranberry juice. He gives you the juice first before he’s stuffing the heated bag back inside the belly of the llama. He watches you get comfortable, pressing the llama heating pad against your lower belly. “Anything else?” he asks, needing to make sure all bases are covered so he can retreat and leave you in peace.

“Yeah, some vicodin.”

Okay, you’re not in that bad of a mood if you’re able to make a joke at least.

Touya kisses your temple and leaves the room, keeping the door closed and closing it gently because last time you were on your period you accused him of closing the door with an attitude (he did but wasn’t going to admit it).

He goes to his drawing desk, flicking on the light and grabs his headphones off the stand. There are several sketches laid out on the surface, working on a sheet of flash designs and four designs for a client of his he’s supposed to tattoo soon.

While Touya works in the other room, you’re suffering in the bedroom. The first day is always the worst and you can’t help wanting to throw a fit. You want to throw your plushie but you want to snuggle it, the actor in the show is kinda cute but now he’s starting to look ugly, you want to go yell at Touya for no reason but you know you shouldn’t. The range of emotions that go through you annoys you just about as much as it annoys your boyfriend when he becomes the target of your mood swings, which he always points out that you get extra cranky before your period starts.

It really explained why you were tempted to punch that crying kid at the grocery store last week.

The time comes when you’ve got to go the bathroom and check to see if you’ve got to swap out to a new tampon. Unfortunately when you also check, you’ve also bled into your underwear as well. “Fucking damn it!!” You yell louder than you’re supposed to but it’s annoying when this happens!

“Doll, what’s wrong?” Touya asks from his desk, apparently having heard you over his music.

“I fucking bled into my panties! I’m so pissed!”

Touya knows the drill, grabbing new period underwear and waiting just outside the bathroom door. It cracks open and he slips his hand in, feeling it plucked from his fingers before the door shuts close again. He goes back to his desk, resuming his activity from before.

Inside the bathroom, you stand at the sink and pour hydrogen peroxide over the fresh blood that stained the cotton of your underwear. At least you caught it before it could become a period stain. You repeat the process of pouring the hydrogen peroxide, rinsing with water, wringing the underwear and repeating until you feel that you’ve gotten the blood out. You inspect the fabric and you’re relieved that there’s no stain.

But you emptied the bottle and you’re on your last tampon.

“Touya!” You call your boyfriend’s name as you exit the bathroom after cleaning your hands and tossing the cleaned out pair of underwear into the hamper. “Touya!”

The headphones come off quick and he looks back at you, “Yeah?”

You don’t like the way he said ‘yeah’ to you but you let it go for now. “We need to run to the store. I used up all the peroxide and I need more tampons.” You inform him, watching him stand from his desk and start to go towards the front door to get his shoes on. “I wanna come.”

“You’re cramping,” Touya points out and even though it’s a bad thought, he wants you to stay behind if your cramps are bad so that he doesn’t hear you complain while in the car, “just stay home and I’ll go to the store.”

“Nooo! I wanna go!” You groan, “I want food too!”

Touya can at least be grateful that when you’re on your period, you know exactly what you crave and you don’t play a guessing game with him. “Just text it to me, stay home.”

“Are you trying get away from me? Is that why you don’t want me to come?”

You end up accompanying Touya in the car, holding your freshly heated llama pad against your tummy. The car ride is quiet except for the music that plays, your boyfriend letting you have control over the music as he drives. He keeps the key in the ignition and the engine running when he pulls into the parking lot. He’s got the checklist in his head for what you need, intending to just be in and then out so you can get home quickly.

“Can we stop by that taco truck on the way home?” You ask just right before he leaves the car.

“I can make you tacos at home.” Touya says in hopes of making you change your mind. “You know it doesn’t work like a restaurant with them, we can’t just order in for takeout ahead of time. We have to wait in line to order and get the food.”

“Well I’m sure the line would be short if you get there fast.” you tell him with no room for argument.

Ugh, he does not want to argue.

A bag of all your necessary period needs are tossed into the backseat and Touya makes the drive all the way to the area you want your food from. He reaches one hand to pet your head after hearing you groan, his peripherals catching how you pet the head of your little llama plush. Once again, he pulls into a lot where the truck is parked at and he’s fucking grateful that there’s only two people in line.

He barely makes it back to your shared home when your attitude kicks in again, walking slowly beside you as you start to hunch over from the cramps. “Almost there, okay?”

And you make it, thank fucking goodness you make it, settling yourself at the dining room table and leaning on the surface of it with one arm while the other one helps itself to the bag of food. Touya is left to take all your period items and sort it into the bathroom cabinet.

“Hey, thanks for putting up with me.” You tell him as you lay back into bed after having eaten, your llama being held against you again, “I know I’m really annoying whenever it starts.”

He says that you’re not (you are).

“Love you.” He tells you as he gets ready to return to his drawing desk. Touya’s hand rests on the top of your head, slowly stroking your hair knowing that the gesture will mean something to you, even if it doesn’t make any of your symptoms any better.

“Love you too.” you take his hand off your head and kiss the inside of his wrist, just right where your initials are tattooed at along with a small heart. And in turn his initials are tattooed on your wrist as well with a little flame. “Now leave me alone.”

[prettyboykatsuki]

warm-ups | todoroki + sfw + kick

✭ wc ; 851 | ✭ tags ; established relationship, mentions of childhood trauma, swinging lol, gn!reader, fluff

✭ a/n ; had to be a little clever w this one

"Wait, baby," Todoroki carefully watches your expression as you pinch the bridge of your nose "Are you saying you've never been on a swing before"

He pauses.

"If I have, I don't recall."

This tidbit of information seems to cause you distress for a reason Todoroki isn't completely able to identify. This happens sometimes, where he'll tell you about some innocuous part of his life and you react with a great big sigh.

He can normally understand it after it's explained, or if he thinks about it a little longer. This time, he has no idea which part of his sentence seems to be causing you trouble.

"I really hate your old man, Shou," You say, voice melancholy but light at the same time. He thinks you're trying to cheer him up. He appreciates it "Can't wait till Touya is done serving time,"

Todoroki doesn't know what to make of that. He hums.

"Is it that bad?" He asks. You shake your head, and reach for his hands with yours. He's quick to hold it, envelop it and draw patterns in your palms.

"Not bad. It's just like...sometimes it makes me feel like I took a lot for granted."

"Your childhood wasn't easy either," He points out. And you laugh.

"No, no I guess not. But at least I got to live it,"

Ah. Todoroki is starting to understand.

"I'm okay," He says, trying to reassure you. You smile at him but it hasn't changed at all.

"I know, sweet thing." You say, and the sound of your voice makes his heart race. For a while you sit like that, on a park bench in an empty park. It's cold but Shouto keeps both your hands warm as you sit on the heated side. He isn't sure how to approach things like this.

"Shou, baby," You start as he turns his head to look at you, tilted to one side "Can I teach you to swing?"

Todoroki blinks at you like he's trying to decipher his sentence.

"Teach me to swing?" He parrots. You nod enthusiastically, jutting your chin at the empty swings. He stares at them then stares back at you.

"Yeah. It'll be fun." You say, not forcing him. He doesn't have any reason to say no, so he nods. He mostly says because it makes you brighten up, a joy returning to your expression he found himself missing until just now.

You grab his hand and pull him up, tugging him behind you as you approach the swings. Todoroki walks at your pace, the crunch of the mulch under his boots noisy as he approaches. You drop his hand and go behind the swing, gesturing to him.

"C'mon. Sit," You say. Todoroki sits in the swing, the weight of his body causing tension in the buckles. He can feel the metal ridges of the chain press lightly into the skin - but surprisingly he fits. It's a little snug, but he feels like it's holding up his weight just fine.

His feet touch the floor completely, maybe too tall. You stand behind him, hands on his shoulders. Todoroki looks over his shoulder to try and see you.

"Okay. I'm gonna give you a little push at first okay," You say, placing your hands on his waist with a little smile. Todoroki likes how your hands feel "And when you're back - kick your legs back. And when you're swinging forward, kick your legs in front of you. Sounds easy enough right?"

He nods. It does sound easy.

"Okay. Ready," He says, and you giggle. Delighted. It's a little effort for you to push him, a soft grunt leaving your mouth as you push him forward.

Then he's swinging. The motion starts slight - an easy back and forth like the waving of a flag. But Todoroki remembers your words, listening to your encouragement. It's a pendulum. He can feel the momentum of his body shift as he kicks backwards, how there's more weight when he swings forward.

Then he's higher than before, he can feel himself going higher. He didn't realize his eyes had been closed until he opens them again. Over and over, he does it until he's reaching close to the sun. Todoroki can see the white sun in the sky, winter oncoming. He can feel the cold air all over his body, frost in his fingers

But something inside is melting. Warmth is settling over his body as he starts to reach a high summit, the tension of his body making full use of the movement. He's never seen the sky so clear before.

"Shou," You say, your phone in hand and so much love in your voice it's tangible "Is it fun?!" You shout, enthusiasm in it like never before. In that carefree and ridiculous way you so easily embody.

He wonders why he wants to shout too, but he doesn't fight it. He giggles, so soft it's easy to miss. He opens his eyes to look at the sun. He looks at you.

"Yes," He shouts back, intonation flat but smiling "It's fun."

[anime-fan-05]

I absolutely love that you write for Jin from yu yu hakusho, I can't find anyone that does anymore.

If you wouldn't mind could you write about Jin comforting the reader after a bad day at work? Thank you so much!!❤️

Terrible day... but maybe not that much!

Manga/anime: Yu Yu Hakusho

Warnings: nothing

(Y/N): your name

Today is a terrible day for (Y/N).

Everything had gone wrong at her work: first she was late to her office, then a colleague who hates her spilled her cup of coffee on her, finally her boss got angry with her and threatened to fire her. So, she returned defeated and embittered to her and her boyfriend's home.

She expected to find Jin, her boyfriend, waiting for her at home while he trained, but, when she arrived there, she found no one. Even sadder, she threw herself into bed under the covers almost in tears, wanting to do nothing.

(Y/N) remained under the covers for a long time; after many hours, she hears the sound of the door opening: Jin is back.

"Darling, I'm home!"

"I'm in our room..."

The girl hears her boyfriend's footsteps go towards their bedroom, and then his head pops out of the doorframe of their bedroom.

"Sorry, I'm so late. I was training with Touya and I lost track of time."

The youkai turns to look at the human, noticing she's under the covers and isn't even looking at him, so he worries. He fears he has done something wrong: he isn't human, he doesn't have the same concept of emotions and how his actions can hurt others, especially his girlfriend.

"Are you ok, (Y/N)? What happened? Have I done something which makes you feel bad?"

"Just a bad day."

"Oh. What should I do?" That sentence, the fact Jin asked her what to do to make her feel better, brings a small smile from (Y/N).

"Can you hug me?" The youkai doesn't even answer: he lies down on the bed next to the human and hugs her gently from behind.

"What happened? Can you tell me please?" At Jin's sweet words, the girl bursts into tears, turning over and planting her face in his chest.

"Today everything went wrong! First I burned my breakfast, so I had to make it again and I was late for work, then my colleague threw her coffee on me and all my clothes got ruined, and I didn't have a change of clothes and I was left with wet clothes, finally my boss got angry with me because I didn't give him the documents, but I sent them to him via email yesterday! He even threatened to fire me! Then, I came home and you weren't there and I found myself alone!" (Y/N) screams with a voice broken by crying.

Jin holds her gently, whispering softly in her ear: "Sorry, darling, for not being there when you needed me most."

"I'm not very good at comforting people, but I can try to console you, although I don't promise to succeed. If you need me to do something, just tell me and I'll do it." He continues, still holding his girlfriend and starting to stroke her hair.

"...Just hold me tight." (Y/N) replies with a small, hoarse voice due to crying, after a few moments of silence.

"Of course."

The two remain embracing in their bed for many minutes, until the girl falls asleep in the arms of the youkai, who continues to look at her sweetly for a few minutes, even if he then gets up silently to not wake her and goes to prepare dinner for her, since it has gotten dark in the meantime.

After about half an hour, (Y/N) wakes up from the scent of food, so she goes to the bathroom to rinse her face, and then she goes to their kitchen, finding her boyfriend in her apron cooking udon for her.

"You cooked me udon!"

"I know you like it a lot and I read on that strange thing with the screen it can make you feel better, so I decided to prepare it for you. It should be ready in two minutes."

(Y/N) feels happier: Jin may not be the perfect boyfriend, but he's trying to be the best boyfriend for her, learning her habits and preferences and better understanding her emotions and how to comfort her.

"Jin?"

"Yes, beauty?"

"Thank you."

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