#league of villains

[suksatoru]

birthday baby; t. todoroki

touya is visiting home after his family decides to celebrate his twenty fifth birthday together at the todoroki household. maybe years ago, he would've debated on even making an appearance at all. but now he has you, his favorite girl right by his side to make the entire ordeal bearable and so much better.

a/n: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY FUCKING HUSBAND!! i love youuu touya. somewhere in another universe i am actively baking a cake and waiting for u to come home. touya has tattoos instead of scars + he's rocking the black hair because he's an icon. reader and touya have an established relationship. and he mayyyy be a dad. heh. enjoy loves!

word count: 3k

"touya,"

touya mutters something under his breath, tugging at the black collared shirt around his neck in irritation. his brows are furrowed, dark hair flopping over his forehead as he pushes the bangs back with a huff. he turns to you, praying you don't catch the nervousness in his expression.

"i'm fine, baby." he mutters, pushing a single finger into the collar of his shirt and loosening the constricting fabric. his eyes are a blur as his gaze snaps towards yours in an instant—and he holds up his hand, splaying all five fingers out before curling his knuckles into a fist.

"never mind. why don't we just stay in the car? we can get some takeout for us, no need to go inside." he deflates, slumping in his seat a bit as you smile softly at him. touya's nervous. you can tell by the way he taps his index finger against his knee, craning his neck to look out the car window and towards the sacred todoroki household looming outside.

you reach forward and tuck a fallen lock of hair behind his ear, before your hand falls onto his shoulder blades to massage the tensed muscles gently. you nudge his chin towards yours, and he begrudgingly meets your gaze. there's a hint of vulnerability in his eyes—something out of the ordinary simmering under his usual cool and collected facade. he covers the hand of yours cradling his cheek with his own, pressing his lips together into a firm line.

"you know, your mom told me she was making your favorite for dinner. plus, we drove—how many hours, two for this? i'm surprised she was so good the whole drive." you smile, glancing into the backseat at the small bundle of white hair that was visible from your spot. a pair of adorably dinosaur socked feet kick back and forth expectedly. your baby babbles quietly to herself in her car seat, blissfully unaware of her surroundings as she drools into her fist.

touya takes a deep breath, nodding slowly as his eyes stay glued onto her. he unbuckles his seat belt slowly, turning to you with a frown.

"one of you will stay with me the whole time, yeah? i'll be fine then..." he trails off, frowning as he places his palm flat against the back of his neck in thought. you nod reassuringly, your soft promises and support prompting him to get out of the car. he groans as the sun hits his face, a grin finding its way to his lips when he hears you laugh at him.

"come on, princess." touya mutters, offering the baby in front of him a slanted smirk when she squeals with excitement—recognizing her father's face after such a long drive as he takes her out of the car. she reaches out, immediately fisting touya's shirt and snuggling into him as he lets out a huff.

"yeah, yeah. you better be on your best behavior, you got that? i don't wanna see you chewing on a damn thing that isn't edible. or else there will be consequences."

your baby babbles nonsense in response, squinting her eyes with childish excitement and not understanding a single word that comes out of touya's mouth as you all begin the short walk from the driveway to the front door.

touya shifts her so he can cradle her entire form in one arm. he uses his free hand to reach out for you, quickly grabbing your hand with a silent sigh as you intertwine your fingers. you turn towards him, and after placing a kiss onto your baby's cheek—you peer up at him with a grin. he tries to smile back—but it feels more like a grimace.

"ready?"

he nods, taking a deep breath as his grip on the baby in his arms tightens just the slightest bit. he can hear the wave of voices on the other side of the door—natsuo, fuyumi, shoto, mom—he hadn't seen them in months.

these family gatherings always made touya nervous. he's painfully aware he's the black sheep in his family—with his raven hair and inked skin, one that crawled around and over his limbs, coating the majority of his body in beautifully intricate designs. he did anything but fit in. he was also the only one who'd moved out—albeit when he was sixteen—but even though he and his family reconciled, he hadn't taken the step to move back in.

and he wouldn't. he had his own family to look after now.

he glances down at his hand, admiring the name y/n sketched in cursive on his ring finger. he can hear the footsteps approach the doorway now, and he makes a silent reminder to get your daughters name tattooed onto his pinky at some point. you'd like that—it'd be cute.

"touya nii! y/n chan! mom, they're here!"

the next hour is a flurry of hugs and loads of chatter. touya feels dizzy after greeting everyone, getting far too many kisses pressed onto his face than he'd like. it was only his siblings and mother home, no other party goers. but he was still overwhelmed. he stalks over to the living room, cradling your baby to his chest and settling onto the couches in the living room with an exhausted sigh.

"we gotta ditch 'em all, princess. look at mama—she's already getting comfy." touya grumbles to your baby, watching you and fuyumi make your way to the living room where touya was hiding relaxing with your baby.

"touya nii—y/n tells me d/n is learning how to walk!" fuyumi beams, tickling the baby's cheek as she coos quietly. touya shrugs, keeping a hand on her small back to help her sit upright. your baby would be turning two soon—time was flying by fast.

"yeah, i guess." he mumbles, frowning as he moves to peer down at the little girl in his arms. she peers back, round eyes watching him before she eventually crawls out of his lap and into fuyumi's. touya slumps into the cushions of the couch, eying you from where you sat across the couch and were too absorbed in a conversation to notice his stare

you're speaking with natsuo—eyes bright and animated as you talk, probably about something stupid touya did since his brother was laughing so damn loud—but he can't stop his lips from twitching upwards at the sight.

"nii-san,"

shoto poked touya's side as he settled into the open spot beside him. touya stiffens and with a loud sigh, he turns away from you and natsuo to meet his little brother's gaze. touya eyes shoto wearily for a few moments, before shoto takes the hint and starts talking

"i just wanted say that i'm really glad you came. and—thank you for bringing d/n. she looks a lot like y/n chan now."

touya is silent for a moment. he's staring into shoto's soul—and the younger boy tries not to squirm under the intensity of his gaze. something shifts in his demeanor, and with a groan—touya wraps an arm around shoto's shoulder and pulls him into his side, offering the boy a deathly tight hug as he ruffles his hair. shoto's smile is wobbly and the hug was unexpected, but he leans into touya's warmth anyways.

"don't thank me like i'm some sort of a guest here. remember, my bedroom is still right down the hall, you brat. now—tell me what flavor cake mom made for me."

shoto spends the majority of the evening right beside touya. he asks questions every now and then about d/n, watching her chew on all sorts of things that clearly weren't food. babies are interesting, is what he'd said as he watched touya chase your baby—but she's a fast crawler, maneuvering under tables and giggling evilly as she carries the tv remote around the house with her mouth.

"she's teething," you say with a soft laugh as you hear touya yell "put that down!" from somewhere across the house. shoto nods quietly as the two of you watch touya make a fool of himself and get outrun—or out crawled—by a two year old.

"y/n," shoto finally speaks up quietly as you hum in acknowledgment. he turns to you, his voice almost nervous as he speaks quietly

"i have a gift for touya nii, but i don't think he's going to like it."

you frown at shoto's words, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder as you usher him closer. he moves quickly, grateful for your comfort.

"why would you say that shoto? what did you get him? whatever it is—if it's from you, i'm sure he'll like it." you say, squeezing his shoulder as shoto glances at you wearily

"i don't know. i think...i made a mistake. i should've gotten him a better gift. it's really bad." he confesses, a rare show of light blush coating his cheeks as you smile

"do you want to—"

"it's gift time!"

rei enters the room with a warm smile as she carries her own wrapped presents for touya and sets them down on the living room table. natsuo and fuyumi quickly rush out to go grab their gifts, and probably to call touya back to the living room, while shoto frowns.

"it's all right, shoto. trust me, you're a thoughtful boy and i'm sure you're not giving your present the credit it deserves! touya doesn't care for expensive things, if that's what you're worried about." you say with a gentle smile that manages to soothe a few of his nerves. eventually everyone is back in the living room—d/n in your lap now as touya sits on the ground, a party hat on his head and a paper party blower hanging from his lips.

rei spoiled him with gifts that would always remind touya of his family. knitted blankets, because he falls asleep anywhere. matching gloves for all three of you to wear, because she doesn't want her babies to catch a cold, and a thin gold bracelet with the name todoroki engraved into the back. there's seven hearts engraved on the other side—each one representing one of the people sitting around touya and, of course, himself.

natsuo's gifts included a new pocket knife for touya, dark and gleaming, a new motorcycle helmet, and some new picks for touya's guitar. the guitar picks seemed to be his favorite—they fit between touya's fingers nicely, and he grinned sharply at his newest friends. fuyumi had her kindergarten students make birthday cards for touya—and he spent a while cackling at their terrible writing and absurd drawings. she got him a pair of sunglasses she'd seen him eying on his phone the last time he'd visited, and a mug with the cheesy slogan "best dad ever!" printed on it.

your gift for touya was a handmade picture book. one with polaroids dating back to when you'd first started dating—pictures he'd thought you must have thrown away.

touya was nothing but a heartthrob in high school—all the pictures from his early years consisted of his smudged eyeshadow and silver piercings. your face was sprinkled into some of the pictures, too. but any picture you were in meant touya wasn't looking at the camera as it flashed, because he was looking at you.

the last pages consisted of more recent photos that included his siblings and your daughter. every single page had hand written notes and doodles from you, and touya struggles to not let the waterworks start as he traces the outline of your face on the page.

"you're such a loser for keeping all of these pictures of me, baby." he croaks, laughing as he closes the book—reaching over to place a gentle kiss onto your lips before he dips down and places another onto the little baby in your arms.

shoto watches touya nervously, fingers tightening over his present as he sighs quietly. he only had one gift—and he'd spent so much time on it that he hadn't even thought about getting touya anything else. he was too busy trying to make touya's gift perfect...which hadn't exactly worked, either.

"you," touya suddenly announces, pointing an accusing finger in shoto's direction with a predatory grin on his face that had poor shoto wincing as he swayed in his spot. he was the last person in the room to give touya his gift.

"happy birthday, touya nii," shoto rushes out in a quick breath, practically shoving the gift into touya's hands like it was too hot for him to hold as touya moves back in surprise, brows furrowing in confusion as everyone around him leans forward—curious to see the gift shoto had given.

silence. shoto swears he can hear his own blinking as even the baby looks at the gift curiously, wondering what it was.

it's a clay sculpture. it looks like two people. one with an explosion of black hair and another with half red—half white hair. they're holding hands, cheesy grins painted poorly onto both of them.

the black haired figure, touya, has ginormous eyes—big bright and blue and a little terrifying. and his head was shaped oddly—not as oddly as shoto's head, though. which seemed more like a square than a circle. touya swallows down his laughter, turning over the sculpture in his hand and glancing at the bottom of it where shoto's wobbly signature is.

clearly, art was not shoto's strong suit.

"wow..."

shoto's face is pink with embarrassment, and no one says a thing as touya silently stares at his gift—taking in every detail.

"i thought y/n was the real loser, but you must have really wanted first place with this, sho."

and for a second, shoto thinks touya doesn't like his gift. but he cradles it carefully as he reaches out and punches shoto's shoulder, offering him a cackle as he ruffles his hair—normally, shoto would smack touya's hand and duck away, but he grins widely—pleasantly surprised that touya liked his gift as he allows him to mess up his neatly kept hair.

"thanks, sho. i like it. a lot." he says a fraction softer, and shoto quickly nods his head. everyone passes around shoto's sculpture, giggling and praising shoto for trying his best. shoto's smiling regardless, because touya had liked his gift—that was all that mattered to him.

and then it's cake time; touya is seated on the ground and everyone huddles around him as natsuo brings the cake from the kitchen. touya's eyes and d/n's glimmer with glee at the sight of it—there was delicate wisps of frosting all over, velvety cream coating the layers as touya lights the candle with a simple snap, a string of fire connecting his finger to the candle as the blue flame twinkles to life.

you straighten the birthday hat on touya's head as everyone begins singing happy birthday, and his cheeks are beginning to ache from smiling too much. he blows out the candle—watching the fire fade to smoke before a flash goes off. he blinks quickly with surprise, rolling his eyes with a smile when he realizes you'd taken a polaroid picture of him.

"handsome," you murmur as you press a kiss onto his cheek. he tugs you forward and feeds everyone around him a bite. he yelps when d/n bites down fast and hard—she probably would've taken his fingers off if she actually had any teeth. she sends touya a gummy smile, opening her mouth for another bite of the sugary sweet cake as touya complies with a laugh.

after cake is dinner, and after dinner is movie night. after that, touya decides he wants to stay the night.

he had old pajamas in his room for you and him to wear, and rei had plenty of d/n's things stocked up. it's nearing midnight when you finally get your baby to sleep, and she lays on the middle of touya's old bed and snores softly, drool dribbling down her chin as she kicks her feet periodically—far enough into dreamland where you can leave the room and seek out touya.

he sits outside on the front steps of the house, the knitted blanket his mother gave him draped loosely over his shoulders as he stares up at the stars. his face is devoid of any emotion, at quiet and serene peace as he listens to the sound of the distant river flowing and animals in the nearby forest.

he smiles when he hears the door open, already knowing it was you on the other side. he stretches out an arm wordlessly, holding out the blanket with it and ushering you into the spot next to him as he cocked his head.

you plant yourself right beside him, and he wraps the blanket around both of you before resting his cheek on top of your head. he watches a rabbit paw its way through the grass quietly, settling down on a green patch in the front lawn before slowly drifting off to sleep.

"did you have a good day?" you question, and touya hums in reply. his arms tighten around you before he presses a kiss onto the crown of your head, admiring the way your face fits against the curve of his shoulder so perfectly.

"yeah," he says softly. he's silent for another moment, bouncing his knee in thought before speaking up again in a clearer voice.

"the best. d/n likes it here...we should come more often. if you want—that is." he quickly adds as you lift your head from his shoulder, a look of surprise on your face at touya's words.

touya's relationship with his family hadn't been the best. before you, he'd dissapear for months and pop in every now and then just to let them know he was alive. trying to keep in touch with him was impossible—touya was always busy wandering to pay much attention to how badly his siblings and mother wanted him around.

but, after he "accidentally" got you pregnant, there was only so much more time he had left to avoid his family. in a way, you were the invisible string that tethered him back to his roots. grounding him and finally allowing him to feel at home again

"i love you." he says softly, smiling when he feels your hands reach forward to hold his.

"i love you too. happy birthday, touya."

a/n; happy birthday touya!! ٩(^ᗜ^ )و ´- btw he proposes to reader like 3 months after this and your baby is the flower girl at the wedding. imagine her wobbling down the aisle and everything in a cute lil dress heh. anywho!! dad touya is everything to me <3

[doumadono]

Shiggy & Touya in mine and @crystalwolfblog UA High School AU I absolutely adore Touya rocking the punk/rock vibe, while Shiggy stays perfectly cozy in his sweats. This stunning artwork was a commission from super talented @heliumcake and I couldn’t be happier with how it turned out! ♥

[izukupill]

shigaraki is so fucking gross when he masturbates.

i don’t mean haha omg he’s so gross haha, no like, he is fucking disgusting. watches all kinds of filthy porn you can imagine on his computer. neglects to wear his headphones most times for no other reason than he simply doesn’t want to. browses pornhub for hours, sorting through everything from extreme anal to rough gangbangs to even japanese tentacle porn.

has an onahole shittily duct taped to the surface of his computer desk because jerking off with four fingers can be such a hassle. turns up his vile porn to seventy-five percent volume, and stares dutifully at the wide monitor with the video playing on full screen mode while he humps into the silicone vagina simulator. dabi’s barking from the common area of their abandoned bar-turned-headquarters to turn that fucking shit down! but shigaraki’s too engrossed in his own sick pleasure to care. he’s the boss after all; if he wants to watch a woman get all of her holes creamed with cum at full volumes, who was anyone to tell him otherwise?

probably dirty talks aloud to his computer screen (cringe), and just lets his internal monologue flow freely in between stammering gasps and choked out groans. “rape her—fucking rape her harder”, or “choke the bitch—yeah, like that. more, more, more”, or “dumb stupid—fucking—cock whore—s-slut—”. yeah… the literal definition of needing therapy. he just gets way too immersed.

shigaraki humps like his life is on the line. it’s a fully fledged work out that leaves him drenched in a layer of sweat by the end. bottles and cups titter with each slam of his hips against the ledge of the desk, some eventually tipping over. his monitors shake unstable and threatened to fall, as well. his desk has seen much better days—all of the screws are loose and rickety, and the base is all wobbly and uneven thanks to shigaraki’s incessant pumping. had this toy been a real woman, she would be writhing from the pain of his rough nature. one like equals one prayer for shiggy’s first girlfriend.

when he cums… eugh. it spurts out everywhere through the opposite end of the silicone cylinder, icing his desk and mousepad and even sometimes keyboard with thick ropes of sticky glaze. if he’s lucky enough to remember, he’ll grab a tissue or an old shirt off the ground to catch his shooting mess, but most of the time he either forgets about it or is too fucked out to give a shit about the cleanup job. when the orgasm has run its course, shigaraki will tuck himself back into his sweatpants and perform a half assed scrub down of his desktop with a cum rag. this man is so incapable of cleaning up after himself, it’s sick—there are still splotches of pearlescent semen seeping into his mousepad, or globs of cum caught in the crevices between the keys of his keyboard, but he couldn’t be fucked to make an effort to wipe it up.

every single time without fail, he punctuates his masturbation sessions with a couple matches of online gaming. still twitching from the aftershocks of his cum, shigaraki settles into his chair, perfectly content with playing league of legends on his sticky keyboard.

[majoryeager104]

this is canon for me now

Yall ever think about the league members’ reactions to seeing Tomura without his father’s hand on his face for the first time? Because I’m sure he didn’t warn them any time he took it off, and im sure at least a few of them got a glimpse before he started doing it regularly.

Like, imagine Compress walking into a room at the same time Tomura took the hand off to itch his forehead or something, and Compress immediately throwing himself back out the doorway in shock and having to take a couple deep breaths in the hallway because no, they’re not being infiltrated, it’s their loser boss.

Spinner getting a glass of water in the middle of the night and screaming when some corpse-like guy with red eyes also comes in for a glass of water.

Tomura going to wake Dabi because he slept too far into the evening, the doorway comically flashing blue, then him walking back out without his hoodie and bearing soot stains on his face. He thinks Dabi is just being a prick. Dabi, on the other hand, had not felt that fearful where the fuck did I just wake up and who the fuck are you feeling in years, but of course his creepy boss was the one to make it happen, fuck the whole league.

Even Toga pausing and looking extremely disgusted at the unidentified man sitting in the bar, before her brain processes that she’s staring at her friend and she goes to tease him about the cute little beauty mark under his lip. Tomura is wildly confused and doesn’t know if he should take that whiplash reaction as a threat. He doesn’t sleep that night.

[spare-tomu-pics]

[matchaizuku]

Shigaraki: How did none of you hear what I just said? Twice: I’ve been zoned out for the last two and a half hours. Toga: I got distracted about halfway through. Dabi: Ignoring you was a conscious decision.

[ac1d1cbubbl3e]

(ゝω・´★) ✌️

[palesweetscherryblossom]

She looked at “We listen and we don’t judge” and only listened to the first part

Toga: “I pride myself on being the friend who will always tell you the truth. Even if it’s something you don’t want to hear.”

Spinner: “That would be fine if your truth wasn’t just you insulting us.”

Toga: “I never do that!”

Toga this morning:

Spinner, yawns.

Toga: “Hey, Spinner? Quick question. Have you heard of this new invention called breath mints?”

Toga this afternoon:

Mr. Compress walking into the hideout with a new jacket.

Toga: “Oh, you got a new jacket?”

Mr. Compress: “Indeed!”

Toga: “… and you’re going to wear it in public?”

Mr. Compress: “…”

Toga 3 seconds ago:

Dabi, sitting and watching TV.

Toga, walks by him: “Is your hair naturally that dark?”

Dabi: “Yeah. Why?”

Toga: “No reason… Your roots say otherwise.”

Dabi, flips her off.

[165cherry]

it’s Dabi’s Birthday!

[trashedanatomy]

My unfinished contribution to dabi’s birthday.

Sorry about lack of art, i even forgot about his birthday due to my personal life aghhshbfhb

[tmufruitss]

tomu

[mallllii]

should i get some sleep, study or write a crack fic about the lov being stuck in ikea?

Books: Main characters must follow the plot.

Fanfiction: Okay but what if they went to IKEA and fought over furniture instead?

[moodyvoid]

For Dabi’s birthday, we should all find a shitty Dad to set on fire and then enjoy a nice bowl of soba in the warm glow 🙏

(for legal reasons this is a joke)

[femurs-vectivus]

Merry Birth

[momomallowart]

HBD to this hot guy ʕ⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴥ⁠ꈍ⁠ʔっ🎉🎂