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prince-rowan-of-the-forest · 11 months ago

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Where the Ashes Settle

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Roman was prepared for normal day, leave the hotel, get coffee, go to the station and head home.

He hadn't made room in his schedule for getting caught up in a villain fight, nor getting kidnapped by the villain and his arch-nemisis, though.

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| Ao3 |

Warnings: Injury, kidnapping

Pairings: Anxceit, possible future anarociet depending on how you wanna interprit.

Word count: 3437

Notes:

I wrote this whole thing today because I was bored and wanted to have some fun. I've been wanting to make a superhero au for a very long time but I'm too lazy so here's a oneshot instead. :) - i't's not really edited as of right now, I might come back and fix it later, but I can't say for sure.

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Roman was just a civilian.

He had no useful powers, as much as he’d always wanted to be a hero, being a super one is just not on the cards. Voice Projection. That was Roman’s power, he could make his voice be heard from anywhere, with a microphone it was amazingly useful during concerts. But he could only make his voice as loud as he could yell, so the most he’d be able to do as a hero would be… to cause confusion, potentially.

So Roman wasn’t a superhero, he was a regular person, an indie singer who was nowhere near as well known as he wanted to be, doing gigs in pubs and at small events who didn’t have the money to hire the bigshots or specifically wanted acts that no-one had heard of. It was fine, Roman loved singing, holding the attention of a crowd was something he was good at, writing and performing music had been something he loved since before he could remember.

He was well aware of the more super goings on of the world, of course. He followed the heroes almost religiously, their instagram stories, the events they were doing, the latest battles they’d won against upstart supervillains. His favourite was a longstanding battle between one of the top heroes - Viper, who was surprisingly popular despite his dark and mysterious persona - and one of the most renowned villains in the country - Tempest, who looked and played the part of arch-nemesis very well.

Roman followed their battles over the internet, watching the videos and footage. Their fights were always immense and almost beautiful, they were evenly matched, skill wise, and they both had crazy power sets. Viper could shapeshift, between human and animal forms, including - to Roman’s delight when he saw the battle - a dragon. Tempest could create - as his name suggested - storms, he could walk on the clouds, draw lightning strikes from the heavens, create heavy rains and strong winds whenever he wanted.

It was brilliant to watch, after the fight had taken place from the comfort of his mediocre apartment living room.

It wasn’t quite so great to be there in person.

He’d been getting a coffee at a cute little cafe he’d found whilst staying for a week in a town a few hours out from his own for a few pretty good gigs he’d been able to snag and he was just about to head to the station to get his train back home. He’d decided to stop by the shop on the way. He’d known something was wrong when he’d stepped back onto the street, coffee cup in hand, guitar case slung across one shoulder and backpack on the other, to find it deserted.

Thunder. He heard it first as he made his way down the street, turning the corner to see the dark, angry clouds gathering just up the street. He rushed forward - blinded from the danger by his eagerness to see the fight - maybe he’d be able to film it if he could get a good view! Witnessing a battle in person - especially one on this magnitude - was rare and absolutely granted bragging rights over all your family and friends, so Roman wasn’t about to pass up such an opportunity.

He must have approached from somewhere behind Tempest, as he creeped along the street and pulled out his phone to record - even as the wind whipped at his hair, thankfully it wasn’t raining. He knew that this was stupid, he’d be in a lot of danger coming this close, but he felt almost like he had to.

Further up the street Roman spotted Viper, shifted into some kind of big cat crouched atop an already damaged car, making up some kind of blockade at the other end of the street. Roman could hear yelling and crying from behind it - he must be protecting people that way. The pair of supers began to fight properly, thunder booming in the sky as they clashed. Viper turned mid-jump into what looked to be a griffin, and ran at Tempest. Roman watched in wonder as the two clashed in front of him.

Lightning struck, too close to him to be safe. He let out an involuntary yelp for fear when the building began to catch fire. His eyes darted between the rapidly spreading fire to the fighting pair. Neither of them had noticed. He heard a scream from inside the building and - panicking - Roman decided he would have to do something.

“Hey!” He called, but his voice was lost to the raging winds. He tried to use his power, placing his voice nearer to Viper - “Hey! The- the building’s on fire! To your left!”

Viper looked over, golden eyes widening for just a moment, before he was slammed into by Tempest.

Shit -! Roman thought, glancing back at the building again, breath quickening, he’d just gotten Viper hurt - he was sure he could probably face legal action for interfering like that, and the people in the building were no closer to getting saved. His power really was useless after all.

Roman was just trying to figure out what to do when the fire began to spread too close to him - across the debris already on the floor. He took a few steps back only to scream as something came hurting at him in the wind. The bit of flying debris smacked into his shoulder hard, sending him flying to the ground and leaving him winded. His vision swam as he laid there on the ground, distantly aware of more yelling than before, was it closer? And the crackling of fire, the screaming of sirens somewhere far in the distance. Roman hoped they’d be fast enough to save the people in the buildings.

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“Shit!” Virgil yelled when he heard someone scream from far too close to them to be from the crowd. Rearing back from where he’d been about to punch Janus and looking around just in time to see the civilian standing far too close to the fight get flung backwards to the ground - almost into the raging inferno that was the building behind him.

Janus shifted back to himself as he stared at the same sight. Virgil growled, well aware people were still watching, and darting forward - grabbing the hero by the collar of his shirt and holding him close, making sure his expression was mean enough to appease any watching cameras even as he whispered his split second plan to the hero.

“I’m going to ‘kidnap’ him,” Virgil said, voice barely a hiss, “And run, make it look like you beat me and then get the people in that building out- I’ll make sure he’s okay back at the apartment. ”

“Be careful, Darling,” Janus told him, before transforming into a giant beast and grabbing Virgil, with a snarling growl, flinging him across the street towards the knocked out civilian. Virgil landed expertly, made a show of looking around as if disoriented and got up. Janus roared and Virgil took that as his cue to run, scooping up the civilian and grabbing his things on a second thought before grabbing one of his clouds and swiftly escaping the scene, starting a downpour as he did so. He hoped maybe it would help with the fire.

He really didn’t want innocent people to get hurt.

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When Virgil arrived at the apartment building, the civilian now fully unconscious in his arms, he was stopped by his security guy, Logan. Virgil groaned internally as Logan questioned why Virgil was carrying some knocked out guy and why the fuck he had a guitar.

“Don’t question me ,” Virgil snapped, his voice slipping into his supervillain persona’s for a moment, startling Logan. He’d have to apologise later, but he had no time for Logan’s never ending questions right now, “When Viper gets here, let him in.”

Logan looked at him skeptically, but Virgil’s expression hardened, practically daring Logan to argue with him. Eventually he just sighed and nodded, allowing Virigl to make his way into the building. He saw Logan rub his forehead out the corner of his eye as he walked away. Maybe he should make him an apology cake.

Carrying the civilian up the stairs was easy when you were able to manipulate the wind to give you a boost. When Virgil finally arrived at his apartment he went straight to the spare room and laid Roman down carefully on the bed, placing the guitar and bag nearby before setting about checking him for injuries.

He wasn’t burned, thank goodness, but Virgil was worried about his shoulder where the debris must’ve slammed into him. There were bits of it embedded in his skin and the joint looked dislocated. Virgil just prayed that was the worst of it as he - as gently as he could - popped his shoulder back into place and removed the biggest pieces of debris. Cleaning him up and bandaging his shoulder properly. He was used enough to doing this for himself by now.

Until Virgil heard Janus arrive at his front door, Virgil stayed sitting by the bed, making sure the civilian was okay the entire time.

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Roman felt groggy when he woke up, like he’d drunk too much at a party or something, though he couldn’t remember any party. This wasn’t his house either - the bed he was lying on felt unfamiliar - and very soft. The covers were tucked up to his chin and he felt very warm and safe here as he stared up at the plain ceiling. No fluorescent lights - so probably not a hospital either. Where the hell was he?

From the next room, he could hear voices, though he couldn’t quite make out what they were saying. When he tried to move up, pain shot through his shoulder enough to make him gasp - and then his head started to feel like it was splitting apart. Right, he remembered now.

Just because Roman remembered what had happened to him before he had clearly passed out, that didn’t help him to understand where the hell he was, or who was talking in the other room, or who these lovely purple bed covers belonged to.

His head was killing him, so he closed his eyes again.

“He’s been asleep for almost a full day now,” He heard someone say, the sound causing shooting pains in his skull, was that voice kinda familiar? It felt like it was, but Roman couldn’t place it, “I’m starting to worry it might be worse than a bump on the head.”

“Perhaps it would have been better to take him to a hospital, Darling.” The second voice said - this one was even more familiar than the first. He started to think he must be dreaming, though, because surely Viper wasn’t actually here. He’d heard that voice enough in interviews and publicity stunts, maybe he was dreaming?

“Yeah well - it wasn’t like we had much time to make that call,” The other voice huffed.

“I know,” Viper sighed, “If he doesn’t wake up in the next half hour we should take him to the closest hospital.”

The other voice scoffed, “And what, tell them: ‘Oh hey doctor, here’s this guy I almost killed yesterday and then kidnapped because we didn’t know what to do!’ How would that go over, you think?”

“...You’ve got a point,” Said Viper. Roman stewed in his own thoughts as he pretended to sleep, yesterday, almost killed, kidnapped - that familiar voice… Was that Tempest ?? - what the hell was Tempest doing here with Viper, and had they really kidnapped him? What the fuck was happening?

Roman groaned softly as the pain in his head spiked and both of them went silent.

“Is he awake?” Tempest asked, Viper made a noncommittal noise in response, before seemingly walking over.

“Hello, darling,” Viper said, voice much closer now, “Are you awake?”

That soft tone was so different from the sarcastic, sassy persona he always displayed for the public. It made Roman feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

“Hey- I thought I was ‘darling’!” Tempest said, from further away. He sounded like he was pouting and Roman resisted the urge to laugh as he peeled open his eyes again, having to blink a few times as the light made his head spin.

“You’re ‘Darling’, with a capital ‘D’, Darling, everyone else is a lowercase ‘d’ darling,” Viper dismissed, before looking back at him and smiling. That was Viper alright, his signature scales were glittering gold in the dim light of the room and his mismatched eyes - one blue, one gold - were looking at him with an expression so caring and soft Roman almost reeled back. Why on earth was the hero looking at him that way? His hair was loose, tumbling to his shoulders in blonde waves and topped with a fancy hat that seemed a little silly compared to the comfortable clothes he was wearing.

His gaze wandered warily to where Tempest stood, a fair ways behind Viper - leaning on the wall beside the door. His identity wasn’t quite so obvious, considering his costume consisted of a mask and a hood. But Roman recognised his electric purple hair and violet eyes regardless. He had his hands stuffed in the pockets of an oversized hoodie and seemed fairly relaxed in posture.

“Will you sit up and drink something for me, darling?” Viper asked, gently placing a hand on Roman’s shoulder to help him up. The movement made him feel dizzy, but he did think water would be pretty nice right now.

“...Where am I?” Roman asked after taking a sip of cold water from the glass Viper pressed into his hands.

“My apartment,” Tempest answered, not moving from across the room.

“...Why?” He asked, frowning.

“I needed to get you out of the way so that Jay here could save the people in that building,” Tempest shrugged, earning a look from the hero, he groaned, “He’s literally in my house - I don’t think him knowing the first letter of your name is a real issue, here.”

Roman frowned, “Wait- but-” He thought, trying to put the pieces together, hadn’t Tempest struck that building with lighting? “Didn’t you… mean to set it on fire?”

“What? No, of course not,” Tempest looked almost offended at the accusation, “I missed with the strike, that’s all.”

Confused, Roman looked between them, Viper chuckled, “There’s a lot more going on behind the scenes than you know, dear,” He said, gently patting Roman’s shoulder. He felt himself melt beneath the touch.

“Like… what?” Roman asked.

“Things you don’t need to know about,” Tempest said, finally pushing himself off of the wall to walk closer. He sat back down on the edge of the bed and offered something to Roman, “Here, painkillers - if you need them - you took a nasty hit, they’re still in the packaging.”

Roman watched the both of them as he took the painkillers, examining the packet before taking one.

“I… owe you an apology for that, too, had I known you were standing there I would’ve made sure the debris didn’t hit you.”

It suddenly made a lot more sense why despite how destructive and violent Viper and Tempest’s fights were, no civilian ever actually got hurt.

“Thank you for the warning, by the way, darling,” Janus told him, shifting to gently card fingers through Roman’s hair.

“Hm?” Tempest asked, looking up in confusion.

“He warned me about the fire… I’m assuming you used your power?” Roman nodded, “I’m sorry I couldn’t act on it sooner.”

“It’s… fine, I just wanted to do something - did everyone get out okay?” Roman asked.

“Yes,” Janus nodded, “I got everyone out unharmed.”

Roman breathed a sigh of relief, wincing at the pain in his shoulder as he did so. He looked around at the other two, before sighing and resting his head back against the headboard.

“That’s good,” He mumbled.

“You’re welcome to go back to sleep,” Tempest said, “As long as you eat something first - you’ve been out for at least twenty-four hours by now.”

Roman groaned, even though Tempest was right, he was hungry, and having attention drawn to that fact just made him hungrier.

“Fine,” He mumbled. Tempest looked thoughtful for a moment, before nodding to himself.

“How about I order pizza for the three of us,” he suggested, “We haven't eaten dinner either - do you like pizza?”

“What kind of heathen doesn’t like pizza?” Roman asked, trying not to laugh. Laughing hurt. Tempest chuckled and pulled out his phone.

For a long few minutes, they just sat there. Viper was playing with his hair and Roman didn’t mind in the slightest - aside from being a little confused - and Tempest was messing around on a phone, supposedly ordering them pizza.

Eventually, Viper broke the silence, “What is your name, darling?” He asked.

“Oh- it’s Roman,” Roman said, “Roman Piper.”

Tempest looked up from his phone, eyes a little wider than before, “Roman Piper, as in - the singer Roman Piper?”

Roman was too flabbergasted to speak for a moment, “I- yes- yes, that’s me, you’ve uh- you’ve heard of me?”

Viper just hid his face with his hand and chuckled as Tempest lit up.

“ Heard of you? Dude! I love your music!” He said, “I… can’t believe I fucking kidnapped my favourite music artist.”

Roman couldn’t help it, he snorted, bursting out laughing, though his cheeks were red, “I was actually um- here to do a few gigs… but uh- I think I appreciate this, actually, saves me the hospital bills.”

“Downtown? In that old bar a few days ago? I was there -”

Viper tapped him on the shoulder, leaning in and whispering, “He’ll talk about you for hours if we don’t stop him, darling, though - for the record, your music is lovely.”

Roman blushed a deep red, hiding his face in his hands. Don’t get him wrong! He loves meeting people who liked his music, but when those people where the most notorious villain in the country and his arch-nemisis (Though Roman was starting to think something else was going on there too) who he’d been looking up to for yours it was a little bit different.

“I’m supposed to be resting, right?” Roman said, interrupting whatever tangent Tempest was about to go on.

“Yes, you are,” Viper said, smiling.

“Hm,” Tempest said, “I could put on a movie or something while we wait for pizza?”

Roman brightened, “That sounds wonderful - hm… would it be a step too far if I asked for your real names?”

“Hmm…” Viper said with a soft smile, “You can call me Jay, if you’d like, it’s halfway there - perhaps I’ll give you my real name in the future, darling.”

Unable to help himself, Roman grinned - the idea that they might not part ways once this whole ordeal was over was a lovely one. He was honestly starting to quite like these two - not to mention how curious he was about whatever ‘behind the scenes’ things were going on.

“If that’s what we’re doing,” Tempest said, standing up and offering a hand to Jay, who took it, in turn offering his arm to help up Roman, “then you can call me V, for now.”

“Lovely, both of you,” Roman smiled, letting Jay put his arm around Roman’s back for stability after he stumbled a little to lead him out of the bedroom to a dim, cozy living room strung with fairy lights. It was cute and warm and safe - very homely and cozy looking - totally not what he would’ve expected from the villain had he been asked two days ago. Now it seemed… a little more fitting.

Jay guided him to sit down on the sofa and V quickly joined them after grabbing a small stack of DVDs that he handed to Roman to choose from. He was delighted to find that they were all disney.

After a long period of deliberation that had V chuckling and Jay sighing, in exasperation, Roman finally settled on Moana - which he handed to V to put on. Before long, the three of them were squashed together on the two-seater sofa, with Roman in the middle. Something in the back of his mind told him that he shouldn’t feel as safe as he did, considering he was in the home of a supervillain, cuddled between two extremely powerful people who he didn’t really know the intentions of.

But despite that, he felt the warm haze of sleep drift over him as the movie continued and they ate their pizza in calm, comfortable silence.

Roman was passed out on Janus’ shoulder before the film even neared its end.

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#sanders sides #sanders sides fanfiction #anxceit #anaroceit #roman sanders #virgil sanders #janus sanders #rowans writings #fanfic #fanfiction #ts roman #ts virgil #ts janus

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darsynia · 1 year ago

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Got a bit derailed by this week of non fannish activities! Halloween, youngest kiddo's birthday yesterday, today's the anniversary of losing my dad, and on top of that it looks like my middle kiddo (who was too sick for Halloween, the dear) might have Strep or some other thing that's more than a simple cold (she already had Covid this year and missed 6 days of school, test was negative so she didn't catch a different strain at least).

On the off chance that folks who love the Christy story I've been working on are worried that I'm going to cliffhanger and abandon it like the TV series and come looking for any sign that I'm not, I'm not!! I just have had a lot of draws on my time this week, none conducive to finishing up the chapter I'm on. Ironically I've written more than enough for a chapter but split some off to the next one as the narrative flows better that way.

I feel like this gif... Is everything ok?

I'll get there, though. Plans for Cap Comes Home are going really well and I'm super excited about it! Planning works whilst bogged down by other things, it's the actual writing and reading that stalls! Argh!

EDIT: youngest got a kid watch for her birthday hoping she'd like it and if so we'd get her a better one. Tried to wear it to school today and it just broke. I feel awful for her.

#darsy's cinematic life #we'll get her a better one but there wasn't time to make her feel better before school #bad parenting

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ambiguouspuzuma · 2 years ago

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False alarm

Joaquin woke to the sound of a firefight. As alarm clocks go, it lacked something in consideration for the sleeper's tender head, but the result was undeniably effective. Tarisian missiles struck the hull and the hour, whilst internal klaxons tolled the spaces in between.

He rubbed his tired eyes, squinting through the artificial dawn. The windows were alight with fireworks, and all the screeching music that heralded their approach: the whistle of the missiles drawing close, the roar as they fired, the boom as they crashed into the Ruliar's hull.

The sky was dark behind them, but that told him nothing of the hour. This was space, a realm of endless night, and Joaquin was well used to looking out at nothing: only his reflection in the thick black glass, alone amongst the stars.

Not today. The Tarisian ship hovered uncomfortably close, its engines thrumming in the silence, and Joaquin could almost feel the vibration in his feet. Or maybe that was just the fear. He took a deep breath, hoping that the tremor didn't show in his voice, and tapped into the shipwide hailing system

"What's the damage?"

"Shields are down 17%, and failing fast." As so often when he had a question, the Ruliar's AI was the first to answer. It spoke with a female voice, but it wasn't a her. Joaquin didn't believe in giving machines names. It only led to attachment.

"Why didn't you warn me?"

The AI paused, as if to let him listen to the sirens. "I didn't see them coming. They must have had some sort of shielding. My range is limited."

Joaquin nodded. The Ruliar's crew were little more than looters, reclaiming the bones of dead spacecraft from old battlefields, and most of the ship was either salvaged or traded. Their AI and sensors were hardly top of the line. Limited was expected. "What's the play now, then? Can we get clear?"

"Only in the lifepods. You should head down there now - I can hold the ship until you make it out of range."

"Where are the others?" he asked.

There were only a few of them: Joaquin as the captain, there to make the actual decisions, and Damson and Sang, the engineers, who helped to implement them. It didn't need any more. Most of what they did was automated, and Sang always joked that one day the AI would realise it didn't need them, as if it couldn't go a week without making a mistake. In a way, Joaquin was grateful for that: his options might have been limited by resources, but in truth he was glad to have never had an AI that was smarter than him. He didn't trust them either way, and preferred to focus his doubts on the system's competency.

Sang just spent too long playing on the virtua, a neurotransmitter console that had been designed to nurture the crew's mental health - allowing them to look out of their window and gaze into a tranquil woodland, or watch the sun set over a gently receding tide - but almost immediately adapted for violent video games. She fought in mock battles like the ones they cleared up, fled through all manner of apocalyptic scenarios, and then woke them all up with her inevitable nightmares. It had put some far-fetched ideas into her head, and some of them had stuck.

"They're already in the pods," the AI replied, after a short delay to check the feeds. Some systems could do that instantly. Joaquin had learnt the virtue of patience. "Waiting for your go ahead."

"Why didn't you lead with that?" He grumbled - then, sensing another computational pause, he waved the question away. "Never mind. Just let them know I'm heading there right now."

The corridors were lit with strips of emergency lighting, with the other portholes only showing the hollow darkness of the void outside. Joaquin realised that he still had no idea how early it was. The timeless expanse honoured neither morning nor evening, only perpetual midnight, and he only had his own tiredness as a guide. It told him that he'd barely had an hour of sleep.

He let the lights lead him on. The fireworks must have been on the other side of the ship, because he could barely hear them here, and the space beyond the windows was a picture of peace and quiet. The system had to be guiding him away from danger, with the bulk of the craft between him and the missiles, in case they breached the hull. Perhaps they already had, and this route was his only option left.

For all their re-enactments on the virtua, this was the Ruliar's first taste of real conflict. For all the danger of their work, they'd only had their share of fly-bys - another scavenger infringing on what was termed their 'personal space', agreed by galactic law as ten wingspans in each direction. The older pilots called it being buzzed: an archaic term, often erroneously thought to refer to the legendary astronaut, Lightyear, but more likely to describe the sound of a terrestrial jet passing by at close quarters.

The sound of this attack was different: a thrumming that conjured up thoughts of a living creature, or a machine that thought itself alive, in the form of the Tarisian engines, and the steady pulse of their rocket fire. Joaquin had never felt a ship this close at hand before - even those scavenging space invaders had blazed by in silence, two ships that passed in the dead of night, only broken by his swearing and Damson's threats to blast them into scrap metal themselves.

Except that would be right, wouldn't it? It had taken Joaquin some time to grow used to it, having grown up Earthside, but space was silent. His crew could orbit the roaring furnace of a fading star, raging in vain at the dying of its light, and hear not a thing. They could watch the dregs of a battle succumb to their last acts of violence, circling like vultures as the victors crushed the final ashes of the vanquished, and hear neither explosion nor scream. That was a mercy, sometimes. Here, it was a revelation.

He shouldn't be able to hear the whistle, the buzz, the firefight. He couldn't, and yet he could. They were impossible, and yet he felt them in his mind. As he wrestled with that contradiction, Joaquin leant against the cool metal of the nearest wall, desperate to feel something that was real, and recalled the nausea that had come from first playing one of Sang's games. He had felt them in his mind as well.

"Is there a problem?" the AI asked. It was connected to all of the Ruliar's systems, Joaquin knew. The virtua included. Which meant that it could just as easily connect to him.

"Just tired," he said. "Human weakness, you know. How far is it to the pods?"

"Not long now. A hundred metres, and then you'll be safe."

Joaquin nodded, and continued to run. A hundred metres. He wondered if the pods would make it that far before the unscathed Ruliar, at last freed from mortal control, dispatched them with machine efficiency. He wondered - if he released them without stepping inside, if he stepped clear of the cameras, if he made use of the short delay in switching feeds - how long he'd have to shut the system down before it found him out. The AI was limited. He'd outsmarted it once. He would just have to keep on doing it again.

#writing #short story #creative writing #fantasci #original writing

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paigelts05 · 2 years ago

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FNAF AR, Renegade AU - Obviously Obsessed

https://www.deviantart.com/paigelts05/art/FNAF-AR-Renegade-AU-Obviously-Obsessed-881079313

Published: May 30, 2021

Renegade File Server Location: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23858029

First things first: Welcome to the Renegade AU. It's my AU and that means that cannon is just taken as a suggestion, and a bit of inspiration to make deeper plots. You know how people usually see Luis as a simp? Well, in my AU, it's Vanny/Ness who is the simp. From the moment that Luis showed her a bit of compassion and concern, she spiraled in love instantly. Prior to being asked out for coffee, she just observed 'her dearest' from afar, and it was only after being asked out for a coffee she realised her feelings were reciprocated. After that, they actually talked at work. She told Luis that her fake boyfriend was a code word she used to refer to Glitchtrap in order to still seem sane when talking about that monster and make excuses for why she'd sometimes drop off the face of the earth for days at a time and come back battered and bruised, as as William doesn't exactly treat his potential heirs well. Whilst everyone else at the firm had already been told this weeks ago, Luis happened to not get the memo, so better late than never. Luis, the oblivious gentleman, had feelings for Ness, but never brought it to light, as even though Dan kept telling him that Brad is a code word for Glitchtrap, everything from the printer to the kettle was conspiring against him to not let him hear that. I also think it's worth mentioning that literally everyone except Luis knew that Ness was madly in love with Luis, who didn't realize that she liked him and he didn't want to sound too forward by asking, even though he liked her. It took Dan and Anna to spell it out for them more than a few times for Luis and Ness to realise that their feelings were in fact reciprocated. You know what? I might even make another drawing about this some time! No promises though. Also, note this happened BEFORE thry went out for coffee, which is before they went to the old HQ where Ness had to knock Luis out. This happened before all that. =°•.🌹 Story 🌹.•°= °*°•°*°•°*°•°*°•°*°•°*°•🌹•°*°•°*°•°*°•°*°•°*°•°*° Ness observed her dearest from her desk. Her laptop was closed, and she was using it to rest her elbows upon as she gazed towards the tiny server room. Outside of the server room was a desk, and there sat a young man named Luis. Ness had only talked to him through emails so far, but she was already in love. She just worried that he wouldn't reciprocate his feelings, so she kept her distance, waiting for him to make the first move. When she first started at this small maintenance firm, she lied about having a boyfriend to cover up for the fact she'd sometimes come into work bloodied and bruised. It was a close enough way to describe the rat-bastard Glitchtrap. She had come clean to most of her colleagues that this 'boyfriend' was in fact a code name she used to refer to a certain ghost that has been manipulating her. She hadn't talked to Luis about this in person, but she hoped news would get around. As she watched the server admin do his job, she sat and watched, infatuated. In these moments, Glitchtrap's threats no longer existed. Her bloodlines past and destiny for lives of tragedy no longer existed. In these precious few moments, she could forget about all of that as she watched her dearest do his job. Remembering that she couldn't spend all day observing her dearest, she opened her laptop and begun to get to work. Today, she was looking at some circuit boards scanned in from some other company, that wasn't some branch of Fazbear Entertainment, had sent in. Ness was glad that at least some of the machines here weren't from that cursed place, so she got to work, adding in comments to the code so it could be understood by people and trying to figure out what the issue with it was. After a while, she heard the ping of an email. Checking her email inbox, she saw it was from Luis. Her heart raced as she opened it and read the email. He wanted to go out for a coffee! She knew damn well her face was many shades of red. Her dearest actually wanted to go for a coffee with her! He probably liked her back! She spent ages hovering over the keyboard, each moment draining her energy, pondering the right way to say yes, when someone walked up behind her. "Ness, you've been composing an email for five minutes. Are you ok?" It was Anna. Anna, despite being co-owner of the maintenance firm alongside Luis, was a friend of both hers and Luis. Looking at Ness's screen, she figured out what was up. It didn't take a genius to know that Ness had been spending a good few hours just staring at Luis, and it was getting a bit annoying seeing the two of them be so oblivious towards eachother's affection. "You're trying to figure out how to phrase a yes without sounding desperate?" Anna patted Ness on the back in a friendly and encouraging way, "Just reply a simple yes. No-one expects anyone to reply in paragraphs here." Ness looked at Anna, then back at her laptop, then back at Anna. With a newfound burst of energy, Ness quickly typed up the fastest "I'd love to go for a coffee" ever typed, and watched as Luis received the email. He looked a bit surprised and happy. "Right, my work here is done," Anna brushed her hands together before setting off, "and oh, you know he actually likes you back, right?" °*°•°*°•°*°•°*°•°*°•°*°•🌹•°*°•°*°•°*°•°*°•°*°•°*° The ship so the three people who also ship this can find it: Vannis , Vanny X Luis , Ness X Luis , Reluctant follower X Luis Cabrera

#2021 #fnaf #fnaf au #Renegade AU #FNAF Renegade AU #art #artwork #luis cabrera #fnaf luis #fnaf luis cabrera #vanny x luis #luis x vanny #vanny #fnaf vanny #fnaf ness #vannis #reluctant follower #fnaf fanart #fnaf special delivery

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stolencrownsofplenty · 4 months ago

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@walking-shade | Accepting

"Aren't you overdoing things?" The multitude of voices asked, an underline of amusement as they watched the infant god carry on their task. The Broker found the emperor's struggles and victories to be quite the entertainment on slow days.

If you've come to bring your own complaint on how things should be improved around here...

Their one remaining ear twitches at the intruding chuckles of their familiar acquaintance. A little huff follows suit. Whilst sitting there on the grassy floor of Darkwood, where heretics were more than unaccounted for excluding the few whom had turned into the Lamb's next snack, the Emperor's back is pressed against the trunk of a broken birch. All morning, with already escaping into the night to welcome themselves some peace and quiet from their hive's whispers, they had been working on drawing out a map of their giant empire, sketching out a long overdue chart of the island; where many mortals often got themselves lost in with the way the island often shifted throughout the seasons. Hard black chalk clings messily to scarlets of their fingers, their veil even slightly smudged with the dark dust as they draw in harsh lines into the old paper that sat on the back of their crimson book.

They hardly ever spoke a word or glanced towards the little imp's way, and today just had to be a bit different (telepathy had its uses after all). As much as they would try to be neutral towards the cursed creature, it wasn't unheard the Broker often made their misfortune a soap opera to jest at. They couldn't deny the way they've ran it the way they did. Yet still, when they were still getting used to managing their own mortal desires once again, one's own feelings will often surface if they didn't keep themselves distracted. They were trying super hard ignore the vital urge to look up, if not to stare down the vast wave of the other's wooden vessels whenever he'd cast the collections strings to float high overhead.

.. Would you be a dear and at least take a puppet down here and sit with us for a little while?

A couple fingers tap against the yellowish paper of their in progress map.

We only overdo on things to show our people that we care. Maybe having a few extra pair of eyes might do us better than our own staring at this growing empire map. We've only just have the land charts started, BeeBee.

#ask #nonanon #ic #canon #rp thread #walking-shade

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getmemymicroscope · 5 months ago

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This wasn't on my planned list of movies to watch today, but whilst browsing for Inside Out 2 tickets, I came across this (which I hadn't heard anything about, or seen anything for, at all). The plot seemed funny/entertaining enough, and since this one wasn't going to be in the theater I visit next week, I figured I might as well watch it (I made that mistake with Wicked Little Letters, and I'm still regretting that) and then double-dip with IO2. And then, of course, Fandango started acting up and wouldn't let me buy tickets for IO2, so - that'll have to wait. But I am glad I did watch this one.

I mean, the initial set-up sounds a bit like The Beekeeper - an older woman gets scammed out of her money. But while The Beekeeper took a John Wick-like turn and even a very frequent movie cliché turn of "it's bigger than you think," this one stayed much more closer to home. (Of course, it's also crazy that she's the first person to go after her money, given that the address is in the same town; that may have been poor planning on their part.) But it's fun for that reason - we have two 90+ folks grappling with their advancing ages and their not-as-present independence as they try to get back the scammed money.

At the same time, we gets glimpses into her family - daughter, son-in-law, grandson - who are trying to grapple with her slowing down, her getting scammed, and, eventually, her 'disappearance' as she sets off on this mission. These parts, honestly, do add to the run time, but to some extent feel a bit unnecessary, because they're never fully resolved. I mean, the bits with the grandson are great - and I do love seeing Clark Gregg (the story about him driving and the change is also fun) - but, like, there's no resolution to the grandson's bigger issues - the driving license thing, the "I'm a little bitch" comment, the 'stuck in life' feeling. Not the focus of the movie, of course, but like, why throw all that in then.

The movie, of course, belongs to June Squibb and Richard Roundtree (special kudos to Fred Hechinger too, who rocks as the 'lost in life' 20-something who mirrors the 90-something leads). Their feelings, their interactions, their actions, their clearly slowed movements - and moments, and their realizing how much they are slowing down (especially when they meet their friend) are all wonderfully done. And there's a ton of comedic moments thrown in - just small things that draw out laughs.

I just love that they kept this grounded and close-to-home, avoiding the desire to make this about some Beekeeper-like larger-than-life corporation scamming everyone or something. Hell, when they get to the end of their mission - even the person running it isn't exactly some money-hungry asshat, it's just another person who is approaching the end of life and is just trying to keep the lights on.

Sure, it's not perfect - but it is a lot of fun, and while it doesn't have The Beekeeper level action, it has it's fair share of drama and action. And two 90-something going on a wild ride to chase down her stolen/scammed out cash. Love it.

Love the MCU, don't get me wrong, but always down for more fun movies like this too.

#GMMM does movies #movieblr #movies

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amoveablejake · 1 year ago

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State of The Union

One of those Sundays.

As May starts to draw to a close and as next week will see my key songs of the month take centre stage, I thought today would be a suitable time to do a little State of the Union to talk about some of the things that I have been enjoying engaging with lately. Often these State of the Union pieces come on the sort of Sundays that are filled with getting odd jobs done and meandering through the day so as it is that sort of day I thought it was only right that we venture down this avenue. To begin with, I thought that it only seemed right that I discussed the item that has been with me the most as of late and that is a hardback pocket sized Moleskine notebook. Now, regular readers may wonder why I have made this departure from Field Notes and I should say now that I’m sure that this is only a temporary hiatus from my beloved Draplin Design Company brand its just that, I wanted to have a notebook with me that I could have with me for a little while longer than the usual Field Notes accompaniments. This little Moleskine offering has considerably more pages and even though yes, I do fly through them as I scribble away all sorts of thoughts I do like the idea that this notebook will be with me for a couple of months or dare I say, the duration of the summer. The consistency of the companion item is something that I am drawing a lot from at the moment and if I left my notebook in my bag or on the table for instance I do feel an immediate longing for it to be back in my hand as I jot away in it. Moleskine is also my Mum’s notebook provider of choice and she is always writing in them for work so having a Moleskine by my side does make me smile as I think of her writing in hers as I write in mine. Hers being considerably more coherent though I’m sure.

Early next month I will be venturing through the Channel Tunnel yet again but this time as I make my way to Belgium and ofcourse, even though it is still a couple of weeks away I have begun (or rather began a few weeks back) to think about what clothes I am going to be bringing with me on this voyage. There have been a few permutations at present about possible clothes that I am bringing with me but at the top of the heap at the moment is a or maybe even a couple Shaka Wear tees. The thick, Los Angeles born t-shirts continue to be a staple of my wardrobe particularly as we work our way into the warmer months. As I have said many a time before I am a great admirer of thick, heavy tees and the Shaka Wear ones fit this bill perfectly. Alongside the fact that now when I wear the t-shirts I am imagining that I am a part of the ‘Fast and Furious’ franchise. After years of watching the latest ‘Fast and Furious’ films when they were released at the cinema, I thought I should probably go back to the beginning of the series and see how it all began and I have been pleasantly surprised by the earlier entries. Sure, there are still crazy car stunts in them but the earlier films are definitely considerably more grounded than the latest offerings and those early 2000s ones feature aesthetic choices which, oh boy, they hit. ‘Fast and Furious: Tokyo Drift’ which I watched in the last week I am now thinking about all the time as its early 2000s vision of Japan was, perfect. There are no other words for it really. It is the vision of Japan as I imagine it from the films and videos I saw of the country when I was growing up and to see it like that again made me very nostalgic. Sure, I didn’t experience Japan firsthand in that time but seeing it in the era in which it occupies my daydreams, it elevated ‘Tokyo Drift’ for me and probably made me fall in love with it a bit more than I should have. Well, I say that but the character Han whose in it, he might well be one of my favourite characters in all of cinema now.

Whilst this is supposed to be a piece where I talk about the things that I like at the moment, I hope I don’t need to mention why this next bit may be a bit bittersweet. I have been enjoying for the most part, the NBA playoffs a great deal. I say for the most part because the Golden State Warriors fell out to the Los Angeles Lakers who are now currently 3-0 down to the Denver Nuggets in the Western Conference finals. I mean, sure, technically the Lakers could bring it back but it would need a miracle to overturn this deficit so for me, I don’t think my teams are going to be bringing home the championship this year. Instead, my eyes have turned towards Jimmy Butler for the Miami Heat who has been a great source of joy throughout these play offs. Butler, jokingly referred to as playoff Jimmy because of the numbers he puts up during these games compared to the regular season, has been on fire and has made sure that the Miami Heat have a seat at the table. They are currently 2-0 up against the once favourites for the title Boston Celtics and really, the Celtics may well come back but even if they do, this feels like it has been Butler’s play off series. Butler has continued to be a marvel of a player and even though he said this before when he was with the 76ers, you never know when you’re going to get this opportunity again. He certainly didn’t think he would. So to see him grab this shot and really run with it, hell, it is very impressive and I sincerely hope that now he does make it all the way because oh boy after his performances does he deserve it. There will be another Heat v Celtics match up tonight I believe and I think for now I am going to make myself a tea and daydream about that as its that sort of Sunday. Ticking things off my list, writing in my notebook, feeling the sun on my face and I don’t know. Just being I suppose. Just being.

-Jake, a man who does feel sorry that he has just cursed Jimmy Butler with the blog curse, 21/05/2023

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nasty-quillz · 3 years ago

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Shameless

AO3

tags: dirty talk, cum play. daddy kink, spitting,

Summary: You just wanted to clean up after work, but then Kurogiri caught you. And Tomura walked in to an unexpected sight at the bar.

a/n: this is not beta'd and I'm so sorry. I was settling in to my writing so this might be bad

You writhed in his arms as he sunk his dick into you over and over. Kurogiri’s grip tightens on your thighs as you throw your head back on his shoulder and wail.

The sloppy sound of him plundering your already messy pussy drove you wild and distracted you from the sound of someone walking down the stairs.

“Really Kurogiri, behind the bar? We have meetings here.”

Your head snaps up to meet the red eyes of Tomura Shigaraki.

You whine in the back of your throat. “Shiggy~” You whine as try to bounce yourself on Kurogiri’s dick

Tomura watches as Kurogiri fucks you. He stares at your bare bottom half and the expanse of brown beautiful flesh that was on display.

He can clearly see cum being dragged out of you by the older villain’s dick.

“Damn Kurogiri, you’ve made such a mess”

The young man walked around the side of the bar to get a closer look at you.

You whimper as the man’s hand covered face gets closer to your pussy, where Kurogiri’s dick is hammering away at your walls.

“Oh no, Tomura Shigaraki. This was not my doing. Y/F/N Y/L/N let Shouta and Hizashi wreck he pussy at work today.” Smoky hands squeezed fat thighs tighter as he grunted. “She tried to hurry to her room, but i portalled her to me.”

You fought to keep your voice in check, as the two men talked as though you weren’t even there. The notion that you didn’t even warrant their acknowledgement as if one wasn’t deep in your guts at that very moment, made you clenched around the older man’s dick.

“Please, please let me come. I’ll be good, I promise I’ll be good, Daddy-!”

You’re cut off by a four fingered smack against your clit. The breathy gasping wail it draws from you is cut off by Tomura grasping your throat.

“Show some damn manners, we’re having a conversation.”

Kurogiri grunted in thanks, before continuing. “I warped Y/F/N Y/L/N to me and in her disorientation, she knocked over the tumblers. So I made her Pick. Them. Up.”

His stroke slowed, punctuating each word with a harsh roll of his hips. “She bent over and her skirt rode up and I could see her abused cunt dripping with come.”

The Mist Villain was going at a slow grind now, as he rutted into you.

You look down where you’re joined with the older man.

The Mist villain moves at a slow grind, as he ruts into you. You looked down at where your bodies are joined and felt your walls clench at the sight of the thick purple and black mass filling you over and over.

His dick was covered in the come Shouta and Hizashi had humped you full of, earlier that day, as well as your own viscous juices.

“Daddy, it’s n-not like that.” You pant out. You try and focus on your words as the man slowly fucks into and out of you, “They wanted to leave you a surprise present. S-Shouta asked me for help and I-I couldn’t say no, Daddy. So I let them...I let them...I.”

Your face grew increasingly embarrassed as you attempted to get the words out, looking anywhere, except Tomura and Kurogiri. You even try hiding your face by turning it into his shoulder.

That is until, rough fingers grasps your chin and turns your head, so deep brown eyes lock with crimson, through the fingers of a large disembodied hand.

“You let them breed that pussy, Baby?” Tomura cooed sweetly at you. “Let them hump your cunt sloppy, until they put hot sticky load after load in that nasty hole, and then sent you on your way to their husband?” His voice turned cruel and mocking now. “Mmph maybe they thought you might as well have the whole set? What do you think, Kurogiri?”

The Nomu hybrid hummed. “Sounds exactly like the filth that would spew from Hizashi’s mouth whilst he’s ball deep in Shouta, though I cannot say I find myself minding what they’ve done, Tomura Shigaraki.”

The fact that they talked about you as if you weren’t there, made the heat in the pit of your stomach.You were approaching the edge and the more the men around you, treated you as if you were just a ting for their perverse use, made that much closer to cresting over into blissful euphoria.

You focused on the fat press of the smoky dick splitting the wet lips of your pussy apart, and let yourself mindlessly enjoy it all.

Kurogir revelled in the feeling of your increasingly sloppy pussy. It was fever hot and so gushy, it sounded gooey as he fucked you. His lest misty hands hold, tighten on brown thighs as he spoke. “Is that what happened, Darling girl? My husbands convinced you to let them creampie this immaculate pussy, just so you could come home and I could see it. So I could find their spend pressed deep inside you and rut into their sloppy seconds? Is that what happened, Sweetheart?”

The sound you let out is almost sub vocal, clawing out your throat as a whine. The accuracy of his words made shame wash over you, exciting you more. The way he spoke was as if he knew you couldn’t help it. Couldn’t stop yourself from letting two of your colleagues stuff you full during work hours, over and over again. Like you were a dumb useless whore, as soon as someone got you wet.

You groan at the memory, clenching around the hybrid's length. A thumb pressing passed your lips brought your attention back to the man in front of you.

Tomura pushed down on your tongue with his thumb, pressing your jaw open and staring into your eyes. You answered around his thumb. “Thes Addy.”

He snorted. “Tch. And just where did you let them breed that messy cunt, (Y/N)? It couldn’t have been in Eraser head’s classroom. He’d never taint the safe haven meant for his precious students, and Present Mic’s room is never empty. So where’d you let them breed you, (Y/N)?”

His fingers get tighter, pinky still sticking out. Kurogiri drags his name out of you. “Tomura, please!” The black clad young man sighs as he stands up straight. His left hand comes up to his face to remove Father and you watch as he’s placed on the bar, before you he steps back into your space.

He’s standing directly between where Kurogiri has your legs spread.. His face inched closer to yours as he stared into lust hazed brown eyes. “You keep begging, isn’t Kurogiri enough for you?” He glances down to where his caretaker is drilling in and out of you. “Wow, you’re really stretching her out, ‘Giri. You’d think she’d be grateful.”

Before you could process his words to respond, a hand swift came up in a four fingered spank, across your clit repeatedly. Tomura allows his thumb to gently graze up and down your sensitive bud. The contrast of pain and pleasure had you twitch violently in Kurogiri’s arms. “Aren’t you grateful for your Daddy, (Y/N)?”

The rough pad of his thumb is sending heat arcing through you. The pleasure of it mixed with Kurogiri still thrusting deep into your core and the residual pain from Tomura’s clit spanking causing you to clench around the villainous cock inside you. You moan breathily, trying to focus on speaking. “I-,I a-am-ugh! Grateful- oh Daddy. So grateful Daddy!”

The desperation seems to urge Kurogiri’s hips as his stroke becomes more aggressive. His deep voice resonates in your ear. “I’m not the one you need to convince.” You felt a tongue lick the shell of your ear. “Tomura Shigaraki is.”

You focused the best you could on his word, but the way the older man’s dick speared into you was entirely too good. You fought to not let your eyes roll to the back of your head, as you gathered your wits about you.

Meeting Tomura’s eyes, you reach out to grab his hand, as your other hand reaches up to grab the back of his neck and pull his lips to yours. The hot tangle your tongues created a pleasurable thrill. You pulled him tighter to you, soft plump lips pressing against chapped ones, drew a ragged moan from the former villain.

His hand in yours, squeezed, pinky up. Your eyes slipped open to see his brow pinched in concentration, as he focused on not hurting you. You let your eyes fall shut, while you squeeze his hand in turn, before guiding it to cup your breast.

You pull away from him panting, a single strand of saliva connecting your mouths. Your manicured acrylics play with the hair at the nape of his neck. “Tomura please.” You begged the young man. “I’m grateful, so fucking grateful to take Daddy’s dick.” His groaned, letting his forehead fall on your shoulder. You maneuver so your lips rest against the shell of his left ear. “So happy he’ll finish filling my cunt with his sticky hot come.” Kurogiri’ hips rotate causing him to drag across that spot inside you, making you groan. “So grateful , fucking love Daddy’s dick, Tomu. Pleas-fuck!” Your voice goes breathy in his ear.

Kurogiri was roughly bouncing you up and down his hard cock, getting off on you begging Tomura. He watched as Tomura’s head pulled back from your shoulder to look at you. “Fuck (Y/N) , you’re such a pretty slut.” His left hand, still resting on your titty, caresses your nipple through your shirt. His thumb nail drags across your nipple, causing your breath to hitch. He did it again loving how it made you that much more needy, and groaned.

He loved your tittes. Loved watching them bounce at his caretaker’s rough treatment, while he played away. Was barely able to wait to get his hands on them and now that he had, he had plans.

He wanted to know what you looked like with your tits in his mouth and Kurogiri’s dick inside your cunt.

And he would have it.

He moved his hand to lay all five fingers on your blouse, when Kurogiri spoke.

“Don’t even think about it, Tomura Shigaraki.” Red eyes looked into opaque yellow. “You need to get to her tits, do it the old fashioned way. I just bought her that blouse.”

Growling in irritation, he takes to unbuttoning your shirt. He pressed his right thumb, to your clit roughly, as he concentrated on not dusting your shirt.

Finally, supple brown skin was exposed to him. The full round swell of your breasts was hypnotizing. Tomura was about to tweak a nipple, when something occurred to him.

“Did...you go to work...without a bra on.” His voice was incredulous.

The heat of embarrassment spread through your body. “N-no!” You struggled out, fighting passed the pleasure coursing through you. “Shouta and H-hizashi took it when they took my-ah! Pannties! Kurogiri fuck yes!”

You watch Tomura’s eyes go hotter as he watches his caretaker make you speechless, misty hands squeezing your thick thighs.

You were pulled out of your haze by calloused rough hands,caressing your breasts. Tomura seemed entranced by the dark brown of your nipples. His fingers pinch and twist your hardened buds, laughing when your voice pitches high.

“Tomu more, please.” You pant out, writhing in Kurogiri’s arms.

The younger man laughed. “Mmmph, look at them bounce as he fucks you.” His deadly fingers viciously twists your nipples. “You have such pretty titties, (Y/N).” He teased as he brought his face closer to your chest. “So pretty here I could just. Eat. You. Up.” His words were punctuated with a kiss to your chest.

Pausing on your right breast, he sank his teeth into it, before laving his tongue over it. You moaned at the contrast of pain and pleasure, as he repeatedly licks at your chest. Your head falls back onto Kurogiri’s shoulder, letting yourself drown in the ecstasy washing over you. You rest there, nonsense falling from your lips, before the older man is urging you up and to attention.

“Oh no, (Y/F/N ) (Y/L/N), look at him. Look at what he’s doing to you.” you shakily look down, just as Tomura closes his mouth around your other peaked bud. He’s looking up at you with those entrancing lust blown eyes, red irises barely visible.

You watch hazily as he pulls his mouth away from you and his hands push your breasts together, until your areolas meet. He holds them there with the heels of his palms, while his mouth descends again to lick and bite and kiss at your nipples. Finally Tomura latches onto your abused buds and sucks with a determined fanaticism.

All the while looking into your eyes.

At that moment it’s all too much. Kurogiri’s plundering cock and Tomura’s wicked mouth. You can’t help the begging that falls from your lips.

“Shit, T-Tomura! Kurogir-aah! Harder, please! Fuck me harder, bite me! Please!” You’re so close, You just need a little bit more.

Tomura unlatches from your titties and you watch deliriously, as his left hand goes down to the fly of his pants. He undoes the fasten of his jeans and his dick falls heavily out of his pants. It’s thick and heavyand messy with precome.

Tomura wraps his hand firmly around himself, pinky outstretched.

“Kurogiri.” His voice is wrecked, barely able to get the words out. “Fuck her pussy until she creams all over your dick.” He pumps himself, watching the older man’s cock disappear into your cunt, his husbands’ come clinging to him.

The sight has him groaning, as he latches back on to your left tit, pumping his dick roughly.

You arched into his mouth, while simultaneously trying to fuck yourself on Kurogiri. The way they were using your body to get off, was degrading and that made you that much wetter.

Then Tomura switches to your right tit, unoccupied hand going to claim your left, harsh thumb nail dragging across a pebbled nipple. Your whine is met with a groan of his own, muffled by the suppleness of brown flesh. You could hear the slick sound of him jerking his cock below, only slightly out of synch with the wet sound of Kurogiri’s rutting.

The younger man’s actions did not go unnoticed either. A deep voice growls in your ear. “Do you like that (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N)? Like knowing Tomura Shigaraki is touching himself to you? To the show of you getting split open on my dick?” His hips swivel in a cruel pleasurable grind. “From the feel of this nasty come slick pussy, I’d say you do.”

He goes faster, his stroke hastening as the twitching of his cock increases, with every few thrusts into the sweet hold of you.

You respond to his cruel words. “ Yeah, fuck yeah Daddy. So fucking hot.” You pant out, hands grabbing at Tomura blue locks, pressing him into your titties encouragingly.”

Kurogiri’s still talking. Panting filth into your ear. “Hmm I wonder if you can come like this?” Strong hips move brutally, dick seeming intent on testing his ponderings. “You think you can do that, Sweetheart? Can you come on Daddy’s dick, while you watch Tomura Shigaraki pleasure himself, with your tits in his mouth? Without a single touch to that pretty clit?”

You nodded frantically, wanting desperately for it to be true. Wishing for him to fuck you harder. For Tomura to thumb and twist you tits more cruely. Your fingers tighten in his shaggy mop of hair, while you ride Kurogiri as best you can. “ Yesyesyesyes.” Your words slur together as you get closer to the edge.

“Then come on Daddy’s dick, Sweetheart. Cream on me like a good girl.” The man croons deceptively sweetly in your ear, as if he isn’t simultaneously fucking into your guts like its going out of style. The man’s command coupled with the staccato sound of shclopshclopshclop your pussy was making as he beat it up, pushed you over that final hurdle.

The world shatters around you, vision going white. Your whole body tries to arch out of the man firm grasp on your thighs. The euphoria that had washed over you was all encompassing and you let yourself enjoy it.

Through you haze you head Tomura swearing, voice no longer dampened by your titties . “Fuck, oh fuck. ‘Giri she looks so pretty like this, I could- I’m gonna-oohhh.” Something hot and wet splashed across the backs of your thighs, dousing them.

Tomura practically fell forward into your titties, moaning into soft flesh, as he stroked himself through his orgasm. His eyes were cast down to where you were still creaming around Kurogiri’s thick length.

“Shit Kurogiri, does she feel good?’ He couldn’t drag his gaze away from where his caregiver was fucking you.

The hybrid grunted in response. “Magnificent.”

“Then come in her.” Tomura purred. “Pour all of Daddy’s come inside our precious little slut.”

Opaque yellow eyes narrowed in earnest as he fucked into your ruined pussy. “That’s what you want, Sweetheart? You want Daddy’s come deep inside this filthy used hole?” Mixing with ‘Zashi and Shou’s.You want all your Daddies’ come filling you today, nasty girl.”

You nod along frantically, stray locs falling into your face. The drag of his dick inside you was pushing you into another climax. The nasty sound of him thrusting into a mess off your juices and those of the man’s husband's was so hot you could feel that tight coils start to form in your belly again.

“Fuck Daddy, wanna drip with your come. C’mon, gimme.” You're practically panting for him.

Large smokey hands clutched full grown thighs harder as he slammed into you. Tomura was kissing up the side of your neck, with running sinful commentary.

“Hmmp Baby. You should see your pussy right now, it’s so sloppy (Y/N). His dick is covered in it and he’s just going to add more come to it. Be a good girl for us, and take it.”

As if he was spurred on by his charged words, his stroke became more hurried. Instead of pulling out all the way, he was rutting into you with short harsh strokes and it was absolutely blissful.

“That’s it, that’s it Sweetheart. Take Daddy’s come. Swallow it all with this hungry little pussy.” He cooed raggedly as he felt your wall fluttering around him. “That’s it, come while I fill your cunt Sweetheart.”

Once again the world shattered around you as you came harder than before. Only this time your walls twitched, as hot come was drilled into you. His muscles were rigid as he stilled, buried deep in your wetness, come, still being poured into you. The nomu hybrid came so much some was leaking out around his cock.

“Fuck Daddy, so good.” You fucked out little brain couldn’t help but articulate. Your pussy twitched and squeezed around him as you basked in the afterglow. So utterly content with the pounding you just took, you barely paid Tomura any mind when he spoke.

“Pill out of her, Kurogiri. And angle her so nothing can leak out.”

The older man complied as he dislodged himself from you and his hands moved to cradle your ass. He maneuvered you, so your upper body sank further down his torso and your lower half was pointed upward towards Tomura.

Dazedly you're aware of Tomura settling between your thighs. You look at him lazily, mind still sluggish from your orgasm. “Tomura what are yo-”

You’re cut off as you feel the long drag of Tomura’s tongue up your entrance, hot, wet and nasty.

“Fuck Tomura.” You look down and watch as he pulls back, mouth still agape. On his tongue you see, a mix of what you're sure is Kurogiri, Shouta, and Hizashi’s come. He’s making a show of holding it there as he stares into your eyes, heatedly.

Slowly he brings his left hand up and slides two fingers across the wet lips of your pussy, rubbing your clit as he caressed you. You watched as he spread your lips apart, come, still resting on his tongue.

He’s peering inside you, watching your wales flex and quiver, and attempt to push the mixed come out. He let his mouth fall shut and allowed saliva and come gather.

Then he looked back up at you, expression smug, as he spits it all into you. You shudder as you feel the thick fluid slide against your walls and your pussy flutters. The younger man tuts at you.

“Ah aht (Y/N), keep that nasty cunt under control.” He places a chest kiss to your core and as he pulls away you see a thick strand of come and saliva connected chapped lips to your pussy.

Tomura moves and situates himself so he is face to face with the back of your thighs. He stares at where he streaked your thighs in his come. The messy white of it contrasts prettily with your dark skin and he can’t help but lick his lips. He begins his task licking up a glob of come that was sliding towards your ass. He licked and kissed up your thigh, where you could feel cooling come. He makes a show of sloppily licking it up, before continuing in that vein across the rest of your thighs.

As you lay in Kurogiri’s arms you feel particularly tender, in the area where Kurogiri’s hands held you. Tomura follows each swipe of his tongue with biting kisses, over what you can only assume is bruising. You bask in the sensation, enjoying the pain and pleasure of his act of aftercare. A soft moan escapes you.

“Mmmph Tomura.”

Finally done, resurfaces and looks at you smugly. You look at him, still basking in your afterglow, confused. “Tomu, what the fac-”

You’re cut off as you feel Tomura’s hand return to the soft wet fold between your legs. Dangerous fingers spread you open for him again as he rears up to let his mouth rest just over your abused hole.

He lets his jaw drop open and his own spit and come pours out of it slowly, falling to your cunt. He holds you open wider, with both thumbs now, and watches avidly to make sure every last drop goes inside you.

He closes his mouth and you think he’s done, until he licks his lips and spits one last, into your pussy. He admires it for a while, before using his thumbs to spread your lips apart and push the back together, loving the way his spit and come look, clinging to the defiled was of your sloppy pussy.

“You have such a pretty pussy, (Y/N).” He says admiring his work before he gets up.

You whimper as he gets up from his position. He’s zipping his pants and daintily grabbing Father off of the bar as he turns around and begins walking away. “Make sure the bar’s cleaned before our meeting at 7.” He calls as he walks away and you're a little baffled at him, as you start to shift in Kurogiri’s hold.

As the older man helps you to your feet, Tomura calls back again.

“Oh and (Y/N), don’t forget about that raid you said you’d help me with tonight.” He looks back at you from over his shoulder. “And make sure you’re still full when you get to my room.”

And then he’s gone, through the door on the other end of the Lounge.

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an ode to winter | dabi.

♡ pairing: dabi/touya todoroki x fem!reader.

♡ word count: 14.1K

♡ rating: mature, 18+, mdni.

♡ genre: manga war arc!au, single-parent!au, unplanned pregnancy!au, angst, fluff, smut.

♡ summary: touya todoroki had broken a lot of things, your heart, promises, your window a few times, but you swore he'd never leave your child feeling that way. but when he wants back into your life, will he take no for an answer? And do you even want to say it?

♡ warning(s): please read ! heavy smut, ( literally 5k of it ), MANGA SPOILERS IN THE EXTENDED ENDING, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of semi-toxic!relationships, struggling with parenting, blackmail ??, unprotected sex ( wrap it before you tap it, losers ), handjobs, oral sex ( female receiving ), fingering ( female receiving ), choking, branding, squirting, spit!kink, needy touya lol <3

♡ author’s note(s): OK so this started out as a fic for my bestie @ozzy-bozzy but then turned into this long ass vent fic bc i do be struggling!! i’ve barely written for touya so apologies if his character is off. special thanks to @bakugous-trauma for beta reading n @doinmybesthere for the summary and beta reading and thanks for 4.7K MWAH <3

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the snow had fallen heavy that day, its flakes dancing along the window panes while you’d brought her into the world. you hated the cold, the way it nipped at your nose and stung at your cheeks, how it could freeze over a heart so badly that it would take years to thaw it out. you’d complained about the ice sheets that frosted your windows to the doctors, the ones on the roads too, but they’d simply wrote it off as your anxieties related to bringing kori home for the first time in such weather.

funnily enough, your daughter much resembled the cold in many ways. you’d named her ‘kori’; meaning ice, since her hair was white as the crisp blanket of winter outside and her eyes a piercing shade of aqua marine, that for a while, had no meaning written behind them except for a cool curiosity that you knew didn’t come from your side of the family. she wasn’t warm either, the first time you held her, her flesh against yours was almost a painful spark of frostbite— you expected that it was related to the lineage she came from too.

you thought that you’d resent kori when she was born; for the struggles that her new life had brought to you. you’d given birth alone and afraid, having lost friends and contact with your family due to keeping your pregnancy a secret. if they had known who caused you to end up in this situation in the first place, you were sure you’d have lost them all anyways. you hadn’t a chance to attend maternity classes due to the hours you worked in order to ensure yourself and your child’s financial security. although, prior to her arrival, dabi had told you that if you chose to give your daughter the todoroki name; you both would be looked after when the right time came.

and like a fool in love, you’d believed him, avoiding the apologetic gazes of the doctors and midwives who’d delivered your baby as you filled out her paperwork and birth certificate. one nurse even asked you if you wanted to contact endeavour for support, and you couldn’t blame her— the rumours of your child potentially being that of natsuo todoroki’s had spread fast through the hospital and it was a given, figuring his bad boy college reputation. natsuo and his ventures into the college life were no stranger to the media, so it didn’t surprise you nor the doctors to believe that this wasn’t the first time a girl had given birth alone to a todoroki child. you suspected that if there were any, enji todoroki would have paid them off.

so you let them believe what ever false truth that might have plagued the hospital walls about yourself and your daughter— not having the heart to tell them that you’d probably receive a much larger sum of money to keep hush about the child that you mothered and the child who’s father belonged to endeavour’s deceased, eldest son.

so you realised, thumb held by the chubby hand of your sweet infant girl; that you couldn’t hate her for the mistakes you’d made and the mess you’d become tangled up in— you could only promise to do your best in raising her despite the odds and difficult circumstances, you could give her the life and childhood that her father never had but most certainly deserved.

“miss yn...”

your midwife; himari enters the room, calling for you— tearing your gaze away from the hypnotising sea-foam eyes belonging to your daughter, the way she looked at you only reminding you of dabi. you’d told him once that his eyes always took you to the mediterranean sea, to which he’d laughed and mentioned you’d never seen it before. when the pair of you realised that this was true, the boy with the black hair and intoxicating stare made an oath to you, that he would take you there someday so you could bask in the warm sun and dip your toes into the clear oceans. you only hoped that this oath still remained true.

“miss yn...” himari tries again, this time stepping further into your hospital room. your thoughts had carried you so far away that you hadn’t realised how close she’d gotten as she lingered by your cot. her hands lay flat against her pale blue uniform, nails you note—neatly trimmed— and a smile that would have made you feel comfortable had you not known she’d volunteered to care for you because she too believed she’d be paid off by endeavour. you almost felt bad that she thought the silly lie was true and that she had a shot at a big time bonus but it was funny to think that no one would believe her when she eventually took to the news to claim that she cared for the next heir of the todoroki empire. “it’s says here, that kori is scheduled for feeding— i was wondering if you wanted to continue breast feeding or try pumping a bottle or two today?”

chewing on the inside of your cheek, you hum with hesitance. feeding kori was something you’d never discussed with dabi, some of the nurses had assured you that it was possible for you to do both— so that you could grow closer to your daughter and form a tight bond whilst also giving the opportunity to others to feed her when need be. there weren’t many others, but you figured that dabi might want to give bottle feeding a whirl when he finally returned from the league business. the business that had made him miss his little girl’s birth.

kori gargles from hunger in your arms, drawing your attention back to her tiny form. a stray strand of hair curls against her forehead from underneath her blankets and swaddling— the end you notice has a slight tint of red to it. the icy shell around your heart thaws. glancing back up to himari; you grin with a decision in mind. “i’d like to try breast feeding again, we can use the pump tomorrow.” you say, voice quiet.

“do you need any help getting her to latch?” your midwife asks, aiding you into a comfortable position to feed kori.

“no,” you smile after getting settled, pushing down your gown to expose your breast to your little girl. “i’ve got her, i can take care of her.”

you say the words more so to yourself than to himari, a hidden reassurance that you’re more than capable of raising your daughter on your own.

for now at least.

that winter, dabi never came home.

the snow melts, the flowers bloom and the seasons change. your daughter grows with the swift transition of the weathers too, her hair is a little longer now but the small curl of red against her forehead remains hidden and the same. her eyes open wider, still that deep shade of ocean blue, she can sit up on her own, throws toys out of her crib and her favourite movies are bambi and bambi two. they’re the only things that she watches, which you hate, because they remind you of her. an innocent child who loses one parent and is left in the care of the emotionally closed off other.

you hadn’t realised how much you would need dabi, but still he is nowhere to be seen.

raising kori on your own proves a challenge, especially now that she’s a little bigger— it was easy after she was born; she was quiet and only made a fuss when she was hungry or needed to be changed. went down easy too, that was until her wails reared their ugly head as soon as the colder parts of winter hit. no matter what you did, the girl would cry for hours on end until her face would hurt from how scrunched it was and her fingers would turn red from the grip she had on your hands.

since her birth, you and kori had to move three times due to the noise complaints about her consistent crying throughout the day, evening and night. by the time february rolled around, you’d ended up in an apartment not so far from dabi’s old neighbourhood— it was a shitty area with high crime rates and an eerie feel to it that made you clutch your purse tighter when you walked home from the late night shifts— you had never had any intentions to raise kori in a dump like this, you wanted a better life for her than what dabi had, but your shabby two bedroom apartment in the dark side of town would be enough for now.

the rent was cheap since your current boss at the local grocers market was close friends with the building manager, but your boss was also a sleaze who thought offering you an extra 10% off of your weekly shop and an expired coupon for the coffee joint down the street would be enough to get into your pants. he was just another thing on your list that you hated about the world, about the current life you lead but you needed to keep him close to keep your rent low and a roof over your head.

besides, it had been a few days since you last saw him at work— the asshole was probably taking a few days to himself while you and your colleagues practically ran the store.

you can’t leave kori with a sitter; they never worked with her. your daughter was far too temperamental for the average person and would spend one night with her before taking their pay and quitting. the only person able to handle your beloved little girl was the old lady who lived two floors above yours, mrs. yamamoto. she was a sweet woman, widowed by fifteen years and had taken a liking to kori that one time you’d helped with her groceries when she couldn’t make it out in the february winter after your little girl was born.

it seemed kori liked mrs yamamoto as well, she was only ever quiet in the woman’s presence and you put it down to how high she had the heat up in her apartment. one time, it was up so high the power in the building went out for an entire night— which was hell for you since kori wouldn’t stop bawling. however; you appreciated the help, you’re sure that without the help of the elder woman you would have been far under the surface— drowning in regret.

but sometimes, it’s easy for the darker emotions to slip through the cracks— take a choke hold over your sanity. there would be nights where guilt would consume you and tears would flow heavily down your cheeks while your daughter slept. it was hard being alone, no one to confide in about the troubles of parenting or to reassure you that you were doing a good job at taking care of your child.

it didn’t help that winter was coming up again, kori’s first birthday fast approaching. the sudden milestone only made you wish that dabi was around more — it hurt you to know that there was possibility he’d run out on you and his responsibilities as a father but part of you believed that your lover was better. the eldest todoroki son appeared way too excited throughout your pregnancy to leave you with nothing.

despite not being able to make it to appointments due to his criminal nature, dabi had somehow manged to find the money to get you a 4D ultra sound of your baby, telling you a few odd jobs here and there allowed him to scrape the cash together. you never asked what it was that he did, afraid of what you might find in the eyes of the man that you loved so much.

why did you allow yourself to love a man who wouldn’t have given you the time of day if he hadn’t broken into your home? his seafoam eyes a glowing shade as he threatened your life through shards of broken glass and then wails of cop sirens outside. were you just as broken as he? had you not realised it yet? you could blame this whole mess on the fact that he kept coming back, but you always let him back in. dabi was a broken man who only knew blood and grit and grime and you were the girl with a chance to lead a normal life— yet you poured all of your heart and all of your soul into loving him because you were so sure that you could fix him.

and every single time you’d convinced him, convinced yourself that what you had could be normal and domestic— dabi would slip between your sheets, pinning you to your bed with your name heavy on your lips and the emotion of love painted into the turquoise flecks in his eyes. they burned with passion while his heated cock sunk between your plush thighs and welcomed him into your warmth. the moans you’d share while your skin slapped together, creating a bubble of safety where you were the only two people on the world.

dabi made promises against your swollen lips as his fingers swirled hidden messages of desire into your slick, puffy clit. he couldn’t give you the ring, the wedding or the house with the white picket fence and dog barking at the post man in the front yard— but he could give you every part of him from the good to the bad, the beautiful to the ugly and he would seal that promise with a throaty groan of ‘you are mine and i am yours...’ into your ear as you came together.

but it seemed that like all things, dabi’s promises were broken like shattered glass— never meant to be kept or eternalised. the shards cut your delicate fingers, the pain numbed as you were left to pick up the pieces and be strong for the small life you were now responsible for.

you were careful to not let the door fly in and hit the wall opposite as you unlocked it, stumbling into your two bedroom with kori’s chubby legs locked around your hips and bag full of groceries in your other hand. “look princess,” you coo down at your daughter sweetly, watching as she drools all over your staff lanyard from work. “we’re home!” bending down, you dropped the produce off by the door before heading off to your living room area, propping kori in front of her toy mat.

smiling down at her, you brush the pure white hair that curls over her cobalt eyes and kiss her freckled cheeks— heart swooning at the way kori giggles in your arms. she’d been on her best behaviour the entire week, keeping out of trouble with the staff at her daycare and mrs yamamoto in the place upstairs, so it was only right that you treat her.

“you hungry babygirl? want mommy to make your favourite, hm?” kori is barely old enough to talk aside from a few babbles and repeats of mama but that doesn’t stop you from asking.

“mmmamamamaa!!”

you press another kiss to her baby fat cheeks before heading to the kitchen to prepare her favourite dinner— spaghetti. ever since kori started eating her solids, she hadn’t been a picky eater and you noticed that her appetite much resembled dabi’s, who couldn’t afford to be fussy about any of the meals you’d made for him before he disappeared.

making the sauce is easy, a dish you’d prepared from when you were a child and used to cook with your parents— you retrieve the ingredients from the groceries and pull out the stuff you’ll need to cook them. you mince the vegetables easily like you’d been taught as your mind gets away from you.

you wish that dabi was here to enjoy the domesticity of your current life— maybe him being around would lift the dark cloud over your life. sometimes it hurt to know that he would be missing out on moments like this and you could imagine him sitting by the couch while kori played with her toys and you cooked for them both. in this world, he’d laugh at her fascination with colder toys and magnets— make a joke about how much your little girl resembles him and kiss your cheek when you served them both up their favourite meals.

tears pool in your eyes at the thought of your wish never being granted and that’s all it takes for you to slip and cut your finger while chopping up the garlic. “fuck!” you boss, dropping the knife and squeezing your hand around the wounded digit. you know that the clattering of the knife has scared kori, and from the way she looks at you, you can already tell that she’s seen you injure yourself. “god, fuck...that hurt.”

there’s a pause in time, while you rinse your cut under the tap, cold water soothing the sting before kori starts to wail like her life depends on it. in a rush, you grab a tea towel in hopes that it’ll stop the bleeding and head straight for your baby, hoping that you’ll be able to soothe her. by the time you reach kori, her eyes are red with tears and snot dribbles from her nose down to her chin while she babbles loosely all the new words she’s learned— in a whiny tone.

“baby, don’t cry mommy’s got you,” you murmur to her, reaching out to the little girl with open arms. your heart breaks at the way her bottom lip wobbles in a watery pout. kori crawls into your arms, white mop of soft baby hair buried into the junction between your shoulder and your neck— her tiny body shakes with awful heaves and cries while her tears dampen the old hoodie of her father’s that you wear, effectively ruining the fabric. “come on honey, it’s okay! momma didn’t mean to scare you...”

she snivels in your arms, quiet for only a second while you walk around the apartment bouncing her. walking kori up and down seems to soothe her for the most part, a trick that worked when she was first born and had her horrible crying fits. “good girl, mama’s got you...” you continue to soothe her, brushing a finger under her white lashes to remove her tears. all is well for a second and it seems her tantrum has calmed, until she grabs onto your wounded finger and makes you curse in pain again.

“shit!”

“m-momma-!” kori whimpers, face creasing in pain as her cheeks start to heat up again. you fear that if you don’t do something soon she’ll bust a lung from crying.

you shake your head in an attempt to calm her down, baby sobs striking right through your body and resume bouncing her, hoping that it’ll work. “shhh kori, honey, it’s okay— mommy’s okay and so are you...” in the process of comforting her, you somehow trip over the discarded knife, sending it flying into the cabinets across from the island and making another loud noise that further spooks kori.

at this she screams bloody murder, the sound of her little chest heaving giving you a splitting headache. you were tired, tired of your daughter’s crying , working long hours with no help and raising a child all on your own. you were tired of the pain spreading through your head and your body and your heart. you needed an out or break at the very least.

you should feel guilty for what you’re about to do, heading for the nursery with a heaving baby in your grip. you can’t think of anything better to do than put kori down for a nap and hope that her crying tires her out— you do your best to pry the little girl from clinging onto your clothes and tuck her into her crib as she sniffles, quickly backing out of her room before she can call for you and make you feel even worse than you already do.

you close the door quietly behind you, somewhat sliding down it while your own sobs take over your body— shaking you violently as you hug your knees to your chest. you don’t know how long you sit there, biting your lips and holding onto in your whimpers while tears stream down the apples of your cheeks, but eventually

you find yourself drifting off with dreams of your happy family.

you jump awake a few hours later, surrounded by a thick darkness from the sky outside. the hum of the city streets helps to bring you back down to earth as you rub the sleep from your puffy eyes and blink away the exhaustion. you don’t quite remember when you’d fallen into a slumber but you figure that kori must have eventually, judging by the quietness that surrounds your apartment.

the blanket of the night allows your guilt to burn brightly in your chest— you shouldn’t have left her alone. scrambling to your feet, you stumble over to the kitchen counter and grab your phone to read the time. 11:06pm. it’s just about time that you check on your daughter, but with two steps of heading to the nursery and you’re met with foreign sound that doesn’t quite fit in with the usual creaks and squeaks of your apparent.

happy gurgles belonging to your baby creep out from underneath her bedroom door, low humming or singing to accompany her sweet sound. humming that you don’t recognise. with a pang of fear to your heart, you reach for the knife on your kitchen floor as a weapon of defence— this would go down nicely with the police. a single mother on self defence...yeah, that could work out.

the knife shakes in your hand as you approach kori’s nursery, barely steady even when you push open the door.

“...touya?”

nothing could prepare you for what you’d see after walking into that room but when your eyes fall witness to your love standing in the centre of the room with a little tuft of white hair cradled to his bare chest. the air around you tingles with warmth as if dabi has heated the place up with his quirk and your little girl curls into him as if she’s known him all her life. but she hadn’t, he hadn’t.

all at once, your heart heals just as it breaks— it’s been so long since you’ve seen the villain that you can’t help but notice all the changes in him, the way his eyes droop a little more with exhaustion and his hair dusted with a the slightest bit of white. he was noticeably thinner too, maybe from being away from a warm bed and good food for too long...so a half of you was relieved that he was home, the other— hurt and betrayed.

“hey beautiful,” dabi’s timbre voice fills your entire being, stimulating your senses into a dull tingle. his lips a drawn into soft smirk as he rocks kori back and forth, your baby’s eyes flutter with the gentle indication of sleep. “how’ya been?”

if you weren’t frozen in shock, you would have given the villain a piece of your mind. how dare he...after all this time apart from you, from his daughter...ask how you were doing? your eyes flutter to the open window behind the oldest todoroki son, as if you need to look away from him to convince yourself he’s real and he won’t disappear when you look back.

proven right by meeting the cool, chartreuse sea of his eyes— your throat runs dry as all you’d ever dreamed of saying in this moment, flees from your mind. “what are you doing here?” you say, trying to sound firm even though your voice falls through.

touya stays quiet, twirling a long finger through the small curls on his—your daughter’s head. “i was in the neighbourhood.” he mumbles, gaze tearing away from you to focus on the content infant he has in his arms.

you should feel angry, you should be screaming and kicking at dabi— forcing him out of your home with your child safe in your own arms but your body doesn’t will you to. hurt seeps through your veins at the casual aura in his tone. of course dabi would treat the situation as if it never existed and that he’d been with you the whole time. the pain of seeing him with her as if he’d been in kori’s life from the very start wraps around your heart in a poisonous grip and squeezes hard until you��re choking back a sob, letting it sit in the base of your throat.

you refuse to break in front of him.

“you need to go. you need to put her down and you need to leave.” you attempt to assert yourself in a harsh bark, almost making dabi jump. he’d never seen you like this before, but then again he hadn’t seen you in a year. he could only imagine what motherhood had done to you, especially facing it on your own. touya hesitates, kori shifting in his soft grip— one he didn’t even know that he had as a villain but you steady yourself and repeat your words. “touya, i said you need to leave.”

“why? so you can fall asleep and leave her crying on her own again?” the villain spits out, harsher than he intended. he watches your face fall and your body curl in on itself and he feels bad. dabi had promised you a lot of things since realising he loved you, and not hurting you like his father hurt his mother was one that he’d just broken. relenting, the dark haired villain eases kori from his pec and tucks her into her crib.

there’s a beat of silence and then. “i’m sorry.”

“you should be.”

“yn,” he sighs, running a hand through the light roots of his hair as he leans over his child’s crib. the young father tilts his head, scanning kori’s face while he identifies every characteristic she has from the family he’d done his best to free himself of. “i’m sorry, it’s just— just that she was cold and crying, so i took off my shirt and held her and she warmed up and—“ dabi pauses his quiet rambling, finally looking up from the slumbering baby tucked away into powder blue silk and locks eyes with you. “and she probably has my mom’s shitty quirk. and i can’t get over how much she looks like them, how big she’s gotten.”

touya finds his shirt after admitting that, throwing on the thin white material before closing the window he came through. he moves with the swiftness that comes with his job, and it’s almost peaceful to watch. you stay plastered by the door, torn between falling right into the palm of his hand and demanding the answers that you and your daughter deserve.

it makes you feel a little sick when he gazes down at kori with pride, it makes you queasy at how easy she was to handle to him. touya todoroki doesn’t know half of what it was to raise his child...but did that make you a bad mother? was there something he shared with kori that you didn’t? dabi hadn’t known what it was to love someone other than himself until he’d met you, but you’d spent your entire life around family and friends who took care of you and made you feel cherished every day. you had all of that before you had dabi, and you’d given it all up for him.

shouldn’t you be the one to easily put your daughter down for a nap? to soothe her tears? and for him to come so briskly into your lives and take care of it all when he doesn’t even know what you’d been through, hurts most of all.

“you don’t even know her,” you start, tremble to your bottom lip as the sob in your throat builds up and threatens to burst. “you never saw her after she was born, never cut the cord, never knew her weight. you don’t know how tiny she was when she came into the world, you don’t know because you didn’t come!” with each word, stray tears manage to escape from your tired eyes, but you’re too fixated on dabi to bother to wipe them. it hurts to cry, it stings even as they stream down the apples of youth cheeks but you don’t move.

“yn, sweetness, i—“

“i know how much she weighed when she was born, four pounds and thirteen ounces. she was so tiny i was scared that she would break—“ you’re gasping now, almost choking yourself out on the pain that burns brightly in your lungs and claws its way up your throat. “i know her favourite foods, what fabrics irritate her skin, her favourite stuffed toys, how she likes to be swaddled in her blankets at night or that her curls make her face itch but they’re practically untameable.”

you start to heave, losing breath with every word and dabi does nothing but watch, keeping an eye on kori to make sure she stays sleeping as he steps towards you. “i know that i love her more than i’ve loved anything in my entire life, despite how much i suffered alone bringing her into this world. and i know that i named her kori after the ice that frosted the windows of my hospital room while i waited for... you.”

touya remains emotionless while you descend into madness, letting you cry it out. “i’ve been watching...”

you want to scream, beat his chest and blame him for how insane you’ve become. “watching isn’t enough touya, she needed you. i-i needed you.” you whimper, falling limp against the door frame as your hands move threateningly towards your hair as if you’re going to rip it out from the root. “...you couldn’t come and visit? not once i-in the eleven months that she’s been alive? not once while she’s been breaking me down and giving—“

“giving you a hard time? i tried, i took care of you from afar...i’m the one who made your boss disappear. the one who put his hands on you.” dabi sneers towards the end of his once gentle words, standing a breaths width away from you. you hate that you crave the same touch from him as he gave to kori, but you’re still so mad at him.

eventually, it all becomes too much and you succumb to the tears that wrack your exhausted body. you sway with each choked wail that tumbles from between your chapped lips and dabi surges forward to catch you after kicking the knife from earlier away, letting you sink into the warmth of his embrace. he feels like home, smells like safety and not a word is uttered as he brings you to the floor and cradles you like he did with his daughter.

dabi doesn’t need to say sorry when he shows you through how close he holds you to his heart.

when you finally calm down, dabi lifts you bridal style to your bathroom and draws you a bath with the salts and lavender extract from the cupboard above the sink. neither of you speak except for when he softly offers to help you undress— to which you decline— and when he tells you he’s going to fix something to eat.

you knew damn well that the villain could not cook, he hadn’t been when he was little since endeavour took away the entirety of his childhood and you’d only taught him the basics when he was still on the run and stopped by your place from time to time. his favourite thing back then had been to watch you cook to the weird music you kept playing, hips swaying to the beat and a sparkle in your eyes— but you didn’t do that anymore, he could tell those days were long gone.

dabi orders in takeout in the end and you have half a mind to curse him out for using your money— but the day’s events have exhausted you beyond your wits end, so you eat with him in silence atop your double bed after dressing in an old shirt of his. “stay the night.” is what you tell him, scared that he’ll leave. he puts his cigarette out on your balcony. the doors usually stayed locked so kori couldn’t crawl out on her own but you opened it for him since dabi liked to smoke and you hated the ash.

he promised to quit back then, and he hadn’t now.

“i’ll stay.” dabi says, throwing the butt over the ledge and stripping his clothes as he follows you to bed. he decides not to mention he wanted to stay anyway. you peel back the covers enough for him to slip in behind you, heated arms wrapping around your waist and settling on your tummy, where he rubs small patterns into your skin. the villain’s chest is overwhelmingly warm against your back— reminding you of the days where you would spoon and he’d wait with baited breath for kori to kick.

both of you lay together, wide awake in the dark for goodness knows how long. touya’s breath balmy against the nape of your neck and if you focused hard enough, you could feel his eyelashes fluttering against your skin. he pretends to sleep, refusing to acknowledge that his proximity to you affects him in the worst of ways— evident in how his prominent hard on presses against the swell of your ass.

rolling over, your heart skips a beat at the way your love’s eyes still manage to glow brightly in the dark— ignited by the flames of his quirk and emotions of angst from the past.

they flicker as he looks to you, pale skin illuminated by the silver moon slipping in from your balconies, scars as enticing as ever. tentatively, you reach a hand out to cup his face, not kidding the apprehension that paint his matured features even as you run your fingers down the scars on his jaw. “been a while since we’ve been like this,” is all you can muster up, leaning forward to press a kiss to his cheek while your free hand snakes between your bodies in an attempt to pleasure the man.

fear strikes you right in the chest, leaving you panting as dabi flips you onto your back quickly, pinning your wrists against the bed. “don’t,” he growls, almost feral in tone and in his eyes. “don’t do something you might regret in the morning.”

you lay still, staring at the man above you in an attempt to read him. doing so had always been hard, but tonight you can see every detail of his life and every part of him. the fear of being his father and disappointing another group of people, a broken man torn between the people he loved and the life he led— you could finally see him. you wondered if it hurt him to be away from you and his child, if he ever thought of you.

you take a deep breath, fabric of the sheets fuzzy in your ears as you shake your head up at him. “i could never regret being with you,” you sigh, dabi’s gaze lowering. “i just need you...”

your proclamation is all the permission dabi needs before he ascends on your neck, almost whimpering at the taste of your skin against his tongue. you know that he’s avoiding your lips, scared that things may not feel the same if he kisses you there— as if your love might have fizzled out from the months that you’ve been apart. the villain’s mouth is hot against your skin, sharp teeth sinking into the column of your throat— it’s not hard for him to find the spots that make your back arch and body tingle, the dark haired man would be embarrassed to admit that he had your body mapped out in his brain. you were all that he thought about in the months between then and now.

you miss his lips, but you fear that if you push your love to far he’ll clam up and withdraw from you completely. you can’t lose him while you have him now. in the meantime, your bodies press against one another hotly, burning while dabi paints shades of blue and purple deeper than his eyes against your flesh before lapping at each love bite with an odd tenderness people wouldn’t think he possessed at first glance. as he works, touya loses grip on your wrists, allowing them free roam across the expanse of his back.

your nails leave light tracks across his back, trailing up from his muscled back to the nape of his neck— curling in the white roots of his hair in an attempt to tug him up to your lips. “baby,” the old pet name tumbles from between them before you can catch yourself, laboured from where you’re short of breath. “please kiss me, please..”

with newly mussed hair, dabi is still for a moment before leaving one last mark at where your jaw meets your neck— wet tongue lolling over the fresh bruise while his large palm move back to cup your head. a thumb belonging to a scared hand runs over your bottom lip, pulling the plump flesh down while he watches your face for a reaction. “are you sure that’s what you want, beautiful?” the villain chuckles into the dark of the night, pink muscle running over his own lips to wet them in anticipation. “you want your man to kiss you?”

your senses go into overdrive, desperate for any kind of contact from the man above you— he feels so close and yet, a million miles away, even with his body making its way between your thighs and your chests pressing together eagerly.

“touya—“ you breathe, barely able to finish your sentence before the man himself delves deep into your mouth. his lips move with hesitance at first, sucking on yours slightly and parting for air more often than he should but you grip him by the whites of his hair firmly and tug him further into the kiss. your tongue dances along the seam of his lips, prying them open as you seek permission for entrance— dabi groans lowly as you tug on his roots and force your way into his mouth, tasting him as if it were your last time.

you swallow each of his moans that mingle softly with your own, while your tongues dance together messily— the kiss were and sloppy as if the two of you were out of practice. your worries fly out of the window from there, it’s good to know that neither of you had been with others during your time apart instead you feel like a teenager making out with their highschool crush for the very first time. dabi’s hips rut into the plush bed beneath you both and you can tell that even the slightest touches are riling him up beyond belief— it’d been almost a year since he��d felt you against him in any way and it didn’t help that you were so ready to accept him.

that you still wanted him.

whimpering at the thought, the villain pauses against your lips to catch his breath— panting softly. you can feel him pulling away, questioning if he deserves to be with you after everything he’d put you through. so, cupping dabi’s jaw, you let your free hand slip between your heated bodies and glide your fingertips along the waist band of his sweats.

“yn, i ain’t so sure about this,” dabi sighs, body twitching at the proximity of your hands to his hardness, his eyelids flutter shut and lock away his beautiful blue eyes— holding fear, insecurity and desire. “what if ya’still regret this later on?”

smiling up at him, you thumb at his cheek and work your hand deeper into his pants, past his underwear. “you’ve been away too long baby, i would regret not being with you more,” you coo up at him just as you grasp at his hardened length, watching as dabi shudders in your grip. his cock leaks hotly against your soft palm from going untouched for so long, your fingers explore him— tracing down the thick veins on the underside of his length. “let me make you feel good tonight.”

“fuck, sweetness. talk pretty with that filthy fuckin’ mouth of yours.” touya breathes heavily against your mouth, both of yours falling open in hot moans. cheekily, you run a thumb over his tip, circling the slit at the top. dabi collapses on top of you, burying his mop of salt and pepper hair into your neck as he drives his hips into your hand at his own leisurely pace. “y’better live up to those words—shit, don’t go letting me down, princess.” jade orbs finally open, heavy with lust and desire as the air around you tingles with a newfound desire to make each other feel good, settling on the planes of your marked and scratched skin.

your grip around dabi tightens while he fucks into your closed fist, wet sounds filling the room from where he leaks at his bright red tip— almost hot as his hands that dance up your sides and tenderly touch at your hips. so unsure, yet so needy. clear, thick precum guides the movement of your hand as it slides up and down your lover’s girth— he’s much bigger than you remember, swollen with an impending orgasm and dabi stutters when you reach further down his boxers to grip at weighty balls full of his seed, just about ready to burst.

he howls from deep within his chest, the noise only muffled from the drool that glides across his tongue before the villain’s wandering and scarred palms stop at your rib cage, settling just under your breasts. you don’t bother to stop pleasuring him even as his quirk ignites, blue flames burning right through your night shirt to expose your skin to the cool night air. without even a second thought, dabi’s mouth ascends on your tits, taking one into the hot cavern while his free hand seers marks over the other.

the thought have being branded by your man makes your hips jump and your hand squeeze his cock in your grip— a reminder of what’s to come later on. his strawberry tongue rolls across your hardened nipple and you yelp in surprise with the sudden feeling of cool metal across the exposed flesh. “y-you have your tongue pierced?” you squeal as dabi repeats his actions, loving the way you arch your back into his mouth and your heart rate speeds up.

“never know when a bit of metal’s gonna come in handy, sugar tits.”

you barely have time to formulate a response before your boyfriend’s mouth is back on you, biting and sucking and marking your raw flesh like a man starved of his last meal— you don’t let up either, quickly pumping his cock as he continues to leak, painting your hand with teases of his incoming release. you’re sure that his sweatpants and the sheets below you will be stained with his arousal from how much precum oozes from his dick, slicking up your hands and creating the perfect flashlight but you don’t dare to think of anything else but the way dabi’s face twists with pleasure as he desperately thrusts himself into the softness of your palm.

his cheeks flush red, globs of drool connecting the roof of his mouth to his tongue while his eyes grow fuzzy at each step he takes closer to orgasm, the very drool from his mouth covers each of your breasts as dabi switches between them— creating a layer of wet against your supple skin that shines under the moon. you flick your wrist around him, faster, harder— giving the villain everything you’ve got to make him feel good.

“shit pretty girl, y’gonna make me...cum,” touya shakes in your grip, eyes crossing and tongue becoming lazy against your marked up chest. his salvia pools against your skin while he pants and fucks your wet hand as if it were your pretty little cunt clamping down on him. “fuck, fuck, fuck. don’t you fuckin’ stop, don’t you dare fuckin’ stop...”

he barks out the demands, but there’s a neediness to his tone and whine to his voice that makes you grin with pride, even if you’re barely there from having your nipples stimulated beyond belief. “cum for me touya, please, wanna feel you come undone for me.” you beg him, ever so slightly and it’s just enough to push the villain over the edge, sending him into an earth shattering orgasm. you don’t dare to stop as you jerk him off, guiding down from his high as his cock twitches from release and paints your knuckles with the thick white of his seed. he mewls contendly into your breasts, slowing his hips while the world of colours dance behind his cerulean eyes.

“here with me yet?” you murmur to him, grasping his wild locks to tilt his head up towards your face— dabi looks so blissed out but the smirk on his raw and bitten lips tells you the night is far from over.

pressing a searing kiss to your sternum, your boyfriend’s pierced tongue makes yet another appearance as he trails the muscle down your soft tummy— biting your navel as he goes. “never left gorgeous, but don’t you fucking dare think for a second that this is over, y’got that?” he sits up quickly, grabbing hold of your doughy thighs and using them to pull you down the bed. the pads of his fingers start to burn marks into your skin, dancing along your legs and stopping just above the waistband of your underwear. “gotta stretch this cunt open before i give you my cock, remind you of who the fuck you belong to.”

spreading your thighs nice and wide, you release a breath you hadn’t realised you’d been holding as dabi’s hands finally come into contact with your slit, prodding at your slick folds from over your panties. lowering his face between your open legs, your boyfriend hums in satisfaction as he peels your sticky panties away from your pussy. “why, babydoll, you’re so fucking wet down here. this can’t all be for me, can it?” touya teases you, hot breath fanning against your unused sex while his fingers play with the string of your slick that coats them. “y’must’ve missed your man badly for your lil cunt to look this fucked up, s’pecially when i haven’t even touched’ya yet.”

you shiver and nod weakly, willing to say or do anything to feel more of your boyfriend against you. “s’all for you dabi, o-only you could get me this wet, n-no one else could take your place...” you mewl, hips bucking into the air while the man himself watches you grow needier and needier, hormones expelled into the air. dabi grins, leaning into your core once more to press his nose into your wetness, sniffing your spiked panties like the dirty man he is— only to then lay his pierced tongue flat against your folds, tracing your hole with the muscle while his nose bumps at your clothed clit.

“saved this all for me, huh? you’re so loyal, sweetness. waiting for me all this time…” he kitten licks at your cunt until you’re writhing amongst the already solid sheets, forcing his spit into your hole from over the thin fabric of your panties, creating a more prominent outline of your puffy lower lips as your thighs quieter around his head. they threaten to close as he works on you through your underwear— teasing and prodding at your sex to see if you respond the same way to his touches as you used to.

you force your shaking through his black and white locks, grabbing hold of his roots in an attempt to pull dabi back to your heat when he lifts his head from between your thighs— pushing your lips into a pout. “no, no no, baby, please— need you to eat my cunt, want your mouth on me, please!” you cry out, but you’re quickly pacified by his scarred hand which cups your pussy— seat of his hand grinding into your clit.

“god, if i had known you were still this eager to fuck me i woulda come home a long time ago, babydoll.” he chuckles, licking up your inner thigh and biting down on the plush flesh. “need’ta get rid of these though, they’re getting in my way.” the villain gestures to your panties, making you watch as his quirk burns it’s way through the silky material until it’s nothing but ash against your sheets. you gasp as soon as your cute little pussy is exposed to the cool air, missing the warmth of touya’s pink tongue against it. “better.” he sneers, eyes bright and glowing in the dark with a new sense of feral desire.

thick digits press into your tight hole at the same time touya takes to sucking on your swollen clit, forcing their way up your velvet walls in search for your pleasure spot. dabi chuckles against your sticky folds as you begin to whine, hips rolling up into your lover’s face while his tongue draws rough patterns onto your bud. you’ve missed him, missed this. the nights where the villain dabi would sneak into your home, becoming your touya todoroki between the four walls that you shared— where you would spend nights seeing stars by his hand or his cock and he would make you his over and over again. the memories have you clamping down on his digits like there’s no tomorrow, greedily sucking them in as he strokes at the walls of your sex and makes your whole body shake.

touya works hard at pleasuring you, apologising for his absence through slurping the juices from your folds only for you to gush and paint his scarred chin with more of your nectar. the way you taste makes him dizzy, he could spend the rest of his life between your thighs and never miss the outside world like he did before tonight. he wants to be good for you, make you feel good too and it’s not enough to feel the ecstasy roll off of your heavenly body in waves— he wants all of you, mind, body and soul to belong to him.

you can barely breathe, leaking with every swipe of his tongue against you and every twist of his fingers inside of you. you can feel everything at once, the euphoria crackling across your brain, high on the way touya makes you feel. “god, t-touya, don’ stop...feel so fucking good…” you heave in a drawn out moan, barely able to tell what’s up and what’s down as the villain pulls his fingers from your slick hole and replaces them with his tongue ( only after they’ve pushed down on your g-spot over and over again ).

“you’re not the one giving orders, sweet stuff, oh no.” dabi reminds you sloppily, looking like a child with no table manners as your nectar smears across his face. for his own satisfaction, he delivers a harsh smack to your pussy, watching as your entire body jolts and jumps up the bed. “your cunt is mine and i’ll do what i want with it, show you how much i missed it.”

his possessive words almost set you off, the knot in your stomach growing tighter with every pinch of your nub and every swirl on his tongue inside your walls, committing every ridge to memory. your body burns and you’re not sure if it’s from dabi pressing against you so hotly or because of the desire that fuels the fire inside you.

“yours, yours, yours!” you chant like a mantra, high pitched and whiny— your voice mixing with the crude sounds of your own pathetic cunt, that grows louder when dabi spits on your clit to add to your wetness. he lets it drip between your folds, fingers to busy with stimulating you to catch it before it slides between your lower cheeks, opting to use his tongue on you instead.

“ya’like that don’t you? missed your whinin’ pretty girl, fuck, even missed making you a fucking mess.” you keen into his touch, babbling incoherent praises to the man between your legs as he spreads you wider by the ass with one hand and forces his fingers back into your cunt with the other. his fingers curl into a come hither motion, repeatedly pressing down on your spongy spot as he sloppily makes out with your puffy nub— taking only one, two, three strokes to make your eyes roll into the back of your skull and your orgasm to wash over you.

your body convulses, shaking as you’re hit hard by your release— juices gushing all over your lover’s face even as he refuses to let up. “t-touya no...no no...can-can’t,” you whinge, tears clumping in your lashes. dabi spreads your lips again, using three digits instead of two to continue stimulating your clit until another release builds up inside your lower belly— clear liquid gushing out of your abused pussy and staining the sheets below.

he hums proudly, pressing a lasting kiss to your fluttering hole before reaching up to your lips to do the same, barely allowing you the time to catch your breath— chest heaving while you come down from your high. “so pretty when you squirt for me like that, sweetness,” dabi moans into your mouth, allowing you to taste yourself on him. but as soon as he comes, he’s gone— rolling you onto your stomach and lifting your hips so your ass sits in the air for him. “gonna take my cock now, kay?”

“kay,” you mumble into the sheets, brain too fuzzy to resist as the villain manhandles you the way he wants.

after shoving down his sweatpants, the eldest todoroki grips the peachy soft flesh of your ass— smacking it a few times with his heat activated palms to watch the flesh jiggle and his handprint sink into the skin. you lean back, watching over your shoulder as his cock stands at full attention, hard from seeing you come undone on his fingers and tongue. it burns bright red at the tip, another fat glob of precum making it shine and making you dribble with anticipation. “y’such a fuckin’ slut, my beautiful slut… hungry for my cock even after i’ve wrecked your lil pussy so bad,” dabi says with a cocky lilt to his voice, the very tone making your hole clench around nothing. he taps his sticky cockhead against your slit, running it up and down your cunt three or four times— groaning as it slides between your cheeks. the sensation causes your back to arch as you wail, fingers gripping the bed covers so tight that you almost cause them to tear. “don’t you worry baby, ‘m gonna make up for lost time, you don’t have to miss me anymore.”

there’s a double meaning to his words that you don’t ask him to elaborate on, too caught up in the way he teases your hole as he dips his length in— only to pull it right back out. “don’t tease, need you badly,” you plead, earning yourself another harsh spank to your raw ass cheeks.

“shut the fuck up and let me fuck you,” the words are harsh against his tongue, but dabi utters them softly as he relents to his wishes. his cerulean gaze flutters down to where your bodies begin to join, his large hand gripping his length before he starts to push into your dribbling entrance. “god, you’re s’fuckin’ tight, you might as well be a virgin.” pussy spasming at his words, you leak against touya’s cock, creating a lewd squelching sound as he pushes more of himself into you. the weight of dabi’s thick girth causes painful, yet delicious burn which he eases by rubbing soothing circles into your clit once more. “been s’long, i outta fuck you open again, huh?”

“uhuh, take me again touya. make me yours, all over again.” you slur over the spit drowning your tongue, eyes fluttering shut when the villain’s hips surge forward his dick brushes against your cervix. his rough, calloused palm grabs your neck from behind, forcing you down into the sheets while he bottoms out inside of you and pushes the last of his cock past your entrance. the two of you groan in unison, touya sitting heavy inside of your walls before you muster up the energy to say. “move.”

he doesn’t need to be told twice, whilst dabi was enjoying the feeling of being engulfed by your soft, warm insides— cock twitching in relief from time to time— he finds it within him to pull back from your selfish cunt to thrust into you with all his might. the force pulls a broken squeal from between your bitten and bruised lips, your hips pushing back against dabi to keep him inside of you. the pair of you move in sync, bodies dancing in a sensual grind between lovers that moulds your cunt into the shape of your boyfriend once more. “oh fuck yeah baby, oooh, missed your cunny s’bad…” dabi yowls loudly, listening for the squashy sounds of your sexes moving against one another. “christ, you like when i talk about your pathetic little pussy like this?”

you bite down on your lower lip, embarrassed by your own bleats of pleasure when he degrades you like this. annoyed by your lack of answer, touya grabs onto your hips and pulls you off of his cock, only to slam them back into you seconds later. his pace is unforgiving and relentless from there, forcing your body up the bed with every thrust into your core. “yes! like it, love it, missed your cock so bad touya!” you cry, holding onto the sheets for dear life as his dick drags along your pleasure spots and his hands burn marks into your ass and hips.

weakly, you attempt to match his thrusts. circling the meat of your ass back onto dabi and squeezing around the head of his girth every time it plunges into your sopping pussy. your arousals mix as he pounds away at your hole, a thick string hanging between your bodies and dribbling down your inner thighs, tainting innocent skin. the wet noise reverberates across the room, creating a passionate symphony with dabi’s deep, pitiful moans.

even though it had been a while since the two of you had been intimate like this, dabi still knew all the ways to get your body going. he took you from behind but still let his marred hands wonder and explore the planes of your skin, pinching here and there, marking your body as his to use and his alone. there’s love hidden beneath his rough touches, little signs that he missed having you so close to him— having you split open on his cock while you dripped on his pelvis and ruined your bedsheets, was his own way of unleashing his pent up emotions of love, anger and despair onto you and you wanted it. you wanted his good and his bad while he fucked you like his life depended on it, balls deep inside the pussy of the woman he loved was where he was most vulnerable with you.

“s-shit, sweetness, you’re such a pretty mess, so fucked up on my cock, can feel you clamping around me like my greedy bitch should.” you’re stuffed so full, clenching every time touya drives his cock deeper into your gummy cunt, head prodding at the sensitive bundle of nerves inside of you. he’s losing his mind at how you choke out his iron hot girth, clear liquid seeping down your thighs at every thrust. “you’re my beautiful brain dead baby, letting me fuck you like this, yeah? missed you baby, missed this,” despite his words, touya is no better than you, mind hazy with thoughts of you creaming around him because of how good he’s made you feel. him, and no one else. you saved yourself for him after all these months, the least he could do was bring you to cloud nine.

he does so by angling his thrusts up to meet your pleasure spot every time, howling your name in the way he knows you like just to feel your hot cunny spew more of your juices out against his tummy. “missed you, thought about this for months,” you lament, elbows that kept you up finally giving out as your body tiredly collapses into the sheets— dabi’s balls still clapping against your ass. he follows you down into bed covers, chest pressing hotly against your back as the jackhammers into you from behind. “thought about your fat cock in my tight pussy, t-touched myself to you...made being alone worth it, made waiting for you to come home worth it. ‘cause i get to see your beautiful face when you fuck me…” you barely register what you’re saying, babbling incorrectly while the temperature of your body rises with your level of arousal.

behind you, touya’s cheeks burn with a new feeling. deep down, all he wanted was to be validated as a lover to you, he’d always been deemed as the bad guy incapable of feeling anything for anyone other than himself. but you, you had proved him wrong so many times and he still found your words hard to believe. yet, it felt good to know how much you loved him. snaking a hand down to your face, the villain squishes your cheeks together and brings you up to his own face despite the arch to your back— he keeps up his sinful pace, your lower cheeks bouncing with every push and pull of his length while he drips a globule of his saliva into your pouting mouth. “shut up,” he grunts harshly, although love is written across his cobalt eyes.

you smile up at him dopily, keeping eye contact with him as you swallow gratefully. “anything for you,” his hands slip from your squashed cheeks to your throat, cupping it as he holds you against him. more arousal pools in your lower stomach, turned on by the thrill of him being able to end your life right then and there, all it would take would be one flame but you know more than anything that dabi loves you and would never hurt you. “i love you, touya todoroki. i a-always will.”

your admission makes dabi’s heart stop in his chest, heated pants tickling your ear as he continues to take you and claim your body as his. with newfound vigor, he links his free hand with yours that lays against the bed and rams his cock into your core as hard and as fast as he can, determined to make you cum. “i—oh fuck, i love you too, sweetness…” the arsonist can feel the way your cunt flutters around his girth at his confession, tears building up in your eyes once more. god, you were so pretty like this, arched for him perfectly in the moon, stars illuminating every curve and dip on your body— showing off the stretch marks from where you’d carried his child. everything about you turned him on in the best possible ways and everything about you that turned him on, also turned out to be everything he loved about you.

your stupid big heart, your stupid big eyes when you say that you love him, your stupid smile when he used to kiss you and hold you and even now when he fucked you. touya todoroki was in love and in the worst possible way but he couldn’t say he regretted a single moment of it, not when you stayed true to him after all these months of being apart. you raised his child and you loved him all the same and a part of him is grateful that you never turned your back on him like everyone else he’s ever loved.

so the least he could do is make love to you, push his creamy cock into the depth of your core while kissing down your spine to watch you shudder oh so cutely. it’s messy and sloppy and the pair of you should feel nasty for the stench of sex in the air, lingering against your skin. but you don’t, how could you? not when love and adoration tingles in the air as well, it’s messy because of the unadulterated emotions you feel for one another— deep in vulnerability is where dabi grinds his cock slowly into you, hitting all the right places that make you scream his name into the night. makes him mumble incoherent praises against your bruised neck and squished cheeks as he lewdly licks a stripe up the column of your neck to behind your ear.

you gush around him and he grunts with ecstasy into your ear, tightening that knot in your stomach as you both step closer to your highs. “you like the way i fill this cunt up, huh? yeah? when i hold you like this, when i fuck you like this?” dabi mutters to you lewdly, holding onto his sanity by a thin thread as his own release sneaks up on him. “tell me you like it...fuck sweetness, please.”

“i love the way you fuck me touya, fuck! only you can make me feel this good,” you moan to appease him, bouncing back against his cock while his hips begin to stutter and your eyes begin to cross. it’s true, you love belonging to him, being able to bring him such pleasure and you know he feels the same way. the villain prods at your g-spot over and over again, stealing your breath away as he pulls you up and into your chest, changing the angle of his hips to bring you to the last hurdle. “baby—ohmygod—-touya! ‘m sososo close, don’t stop...don’t stop, gonna cum, give it to me, give it to me please!” you chant, eyes fluttering shut as you lean your head back against his shoulder and search for his hand, voice rising with every octave as you get closer and closer.

“fucking cum for me sweet girl, shit, cum all over this fucking cock.” dabi manages through gritted teeth, grasping your hand while the pace of his thrusts grow inconsistent.

that’s all that you need to hear before the damn breaks and arousal floods through your entire body courses through your veins. white dances behind your eyes in flashes as your release flushes out of your pussy and drips between touya’s balls, coating them in a layer your honeyed slick. you slump against your boyfriend, not able to mutter a word as you convulse in a silent scream and squeeze both his hand and cock alike.

gently, he pushes you down to the bed and pulls his cock from your intoxicating heat— his free hand clasps around his cock, palming himself towards a swift release. “yeah, oh fuck yeah, fuckin’ love you baby,” he cums on your back and your ass, thick, potent and milky seed landing on your flushed skin before he collapses beside you and exhaustion settles in his bones.

you black out for a few minutes after, fingers still intertwined but dabi manages to slip out long enough to retrieve a washcloth that's damp and warm to clean you both up with. you wake up just as he crawls back into bed with you, kissing your hairline while he makes himself comfortable. “almost thought i’d killed you for a second,” the villain jokes, slinging a loose arm over your bare waist and pulling you to lay on his chest.

“you couldn’t, even if you tried.” you counter sleepily, drawing star shapes on your boyfriend’s naked stomach. a comfortable silence sweeps over the room, despite the thoughts that linger on your mind. looking up at dabi, you notice him drifting off but still can’t help the words that slip from your lips. “why didn’t you ever come back?”

you feel dabi’s chest rise and fall with a deep sigh, fingers coming up to scratch at your scalp— something that used to help you to sleep when you were together before. “i was figuring out a way to get out of the league, to be with you and kori.” he says after some time, catching your eye as you give him a confused look. “shigaraki doesn’t know about her, i never told him. but i knew from the moment we found out about her, i didn’t want her to be a part of the life i’m involved in and knowing how the league works, they’d find a way to make use of her.”

you stay quiet, not knowing what to do with the new information and dabi’s reasoning for staying away for so long. on one hand you were grateful to him for keeping your daughter quiet and safe but part of you still wished he’d given you a sign to let you know it’d all be okay. grabbing your chin, he forces you to look up at him—passionate flames burning in his eyes. “i need you to trust me on this one sweetness, i promise nothin’ will happen to you nor kori. so long as i’m around.”

“pinky promise?” you ask him sweetly, feeling the truth to his words.

you hold up your pinky to the villain’s face, smiling through exhaustion as he rolls his eyes down at you. “pinky promise, babydoll. now get some shut eye, kay?” touya links your pinky with his, scoffing when you make him kiss them.

“g’night, touya.”

“sleep well, babydoll.”

the bed is cold when you wake up the next morning.

the panic sets in quickly, speeding up with the chirping of birds from your balcony outside. you shouldn’t be tearing up over the childishness of a pinky promise. he always made you promises but never actually kept the and as quickly as dabi had waltzed back into your life, he had left you alone and in the cold once more.

gathering yourself together, you stumble out of your bed— avoiding any mirrors that may show the cascade of marks dabi had left against your skin from the previous night. you feel embarrassed and ashamed that you let him back into your life so easily, especially now that you had kori to think about. tears start to well in your tired and puffy eyes as you head to the kitchen, thinking that a mug of coffee will calm you down before you prep your daughter for the day.

but as you wander out of your room, the familiar sound of your baby girl’s laugher drifts through the air— seemingly coming from the kitchen. the sweet melody calls out to you and suddenly your casual stride to the kitchen becomes a brisk walk so you can reach her faster. “kori? baby? did you climb out of your crib again—?” you call out to her, stopping in your tracks when you round the corner.

dabi stands in the middle of your kitchen, still shirtless, with kori balanced on his hip— in one hand he holds a small blue flame, which you’re sure he believes is safe enough for kori to play with while the other steadies your baby girl while she claps and squeals. a first. you’re not too sure when the last time you’d seen her happy was, but you figure her father’s presence had something to do with it.

“i was going to make you breakfast, but the little shit woke up and i didn’t have enough free hands to make you a grilled cheese.” touya smirks over at you, diminishing his flame to grasp kori’s hand and use it to wave at you. she squeals happily, curls bouncing and eyes lighting up in a similar way to her father’s. your heart melts at the sight of them being together, seeing the mannerisms that they share and how joyous they seem. they both grinned the same way, shared the little twitch in their noses and even their sneezes. kori todoroki was an exact replica of touya todoroki, right down to the tiny red curl she had lost in her white locks.

“you know, i thought you’d left,” you make your way across to the island where dabi sets his daughter down and check her temperature— just in case her sudden change in mood is down to any sickness. “the bed was cold when i woke up.”

“didn’t i make you a promise last night, sweetness? i’m not going anywhere,” the arsonist reminds you, wrapping his arms around you from behind while you wipe at kori’s pudgy baby cheeks and give her the once over again. “if you’re checking the kid’s temperature, she's usually pretty cold because of my mom’s quirk. something ice related will be coming through, but she must’ve inherited your strong constitution. guess she has a normal body temp when i’m around ‘cause it balances her out.” while dabi explains the inner workings of kori’s incoming quirk, she claps and babbles excitedly from her place on the island— making a game out of throwing her toys off of it. all of dabi’s logic makes sense and you seem a little more relieved knowing how to take care of her from here.

picking her up, along with her stray toys, you set your baby down by her playmat again and switch on some baby-safe cartoons while you fix yourself and dabi some coffee, kissing all over kori’s face beforehand. he had whined when you pulled away the first time to give your daughter some attention, it was almost comical how the big bad villain had pouted then. “i wonder if there’s anything of mine she inherited or if it’s all you and todoroki genetics.”

“well, her pretty smile certainly didn’t come from me, babydoll.” dabi muses with a light chuckle, arms trapping you against his chest once more as you continue to make you both some much needed caffeine. the coffee machine whirrs as you sway together in the early morning sunshine, warmth from the sun brushing against your skin and touya’s hair tickling your neck before he presses kisses over your fading love bites while kori’s annoying shows play in the background. everything feels complete and at peace. you feel like a real family. “i could get used to this, this life with you.”

you spin in dabi’s arms, cupping his cheeks and taking in his face for the millionth time in the last twelve hours. “then stay, or at least visit some more now that you’re back. you may not feel it, but kori and i need you. everything has always been better when you’ve been around touya… and i mean that. stay.” you stare at him with pleading eyes, standing on your tiptoes to stare him down and communicate just how much you needed him here with you both.

and for once in his life, touya todoroki feels the most loved he’s ever really felt. here in this shitty two bedroom apartment with his angelic little girl and his beautiful girlfriend during the winter season— touya knows this is right where he needs to be. “i’ll stay, for as long as you’ll fuckin’ have me.”

“forever, then?” you ask, eyes lowering to your boyfriend’s lips.

“forever it is, babydoll.” the villain nods, following your gaze before leaning down to capture your lips with a promise written into your sweet kiss.

extended ending

you thought that the best kind of weather was when the sun peeked out from behind the clouds but the air around you was still as cold as a december’s day. the breeze is enough to make your nose run just a little, but occasionally the warmth of the sun’s rays radiates across your skin like a warm blanket, balancing it out.

it was the kind of weather where people didn’t know how to dress, some wore mismatched shorts and jerseys whilst others were decked out in scarves up to their cheeks and sandals where their toes flopped out. it was the kind of weather that reminded you of dabi and kori, they were your warmth and your cold, they balanced each other out and made your family whole.

kori sits on your right hip as you push the car door closed and wave goodbye to an accomplice of your boyfriend’s— your driver for the evening. your little girl’s curls are combed back into two even pigtails, dark blue bows in each one while the red lock of her hair ( now, much longer ) curls against her forehead stubbornly. she looks so pretty, all fancied up a dress that dabi had chosen for her on this particular occasion, the lace irritated her only slightly but the decapitated endeavour plushie her father had gifted her served nicely as a distraction.

you bounce her once, cooing down at your baby before you look to the hospital in front of you— a look of determination in your eye. ever since the night touya had visited you and swore to stay, he’d kept his word to the best of his abilities. being a villain was still a major factor in your relationship, he came when he could stayed if his job permitted it— taking care of your daughter when your shifts were long and even going as far as to learn his and kori’s favourite recipes to cook on the nights where you couldn’t or you didn’t fancy take out.

in the last few weeks his visits had become slightly more scarce with shigaraki becoming more and more demanding, but touya’s plan to leave the league was slowly coming to fruition along with endeavour and the hero society which had both carved a life of struggle for the three of you.

your boyfriend being busy had given you more time to reconnect with the friends you had lost over the last year, meeting up with those from college, mina and tsuyu ( who’d simply thought you’d gone off the radar ) for kori’s first birthday. they absolutely loved her and your sweet girl loved all the attention she was getting. you even had the chance to reunite with your parents, who were more remorseful that you felt you couldn’t come to them for help than the fact that you’d gotten pregnant during college.

of course, they all asked who the father was and you simply told them that he had died ( which was half true ), using the excuse that you were embarrassed to be widowed and with a child at your young age.

shaking your head, you enter the hospital and recite the words that touya had made you practice the night before. you were here by endeavours orders and needed to see mrs.todoroki. your lover had used some sort of hack to put you on the list of visitors for his mother but one look at kori was all the guards and staff needed to let you through. a few nights prior to today, dabi had asked you to do one thing for him before it all went down, kissing your knuckles over some sushi take out.

so despite your nerves, you would go through with this for him, especially if it meant your family could be together. some guards escort yourself and kori to rei todoroki’s room, leaving you with a curt nod and slightly more polite wave to your daughter. the room itself is slightly bleak, a chair and some blue cushioned sofas positioned in an L-shape parallel to the blanketed bed. there’s a tv in the top left corner which and a set of draws underneath where a clear vase sits— containing blooming blue flowers.

rei looks up when you enter, grey eyes flashing with confusion despite the blank look on her face as kori babbles happily in your arms. “who are you?” she whispers, hands retreating from her flowers and folding neatly in her lap.

“oh! i’m yn, your son’s fiancé and this,” you beam kindly, further entering the room and being sure to lock the doors behind you. you nod your head down to your daughter who waves around her endeavour plushy— paying no mind to the situation unfolding. “this is our daughter, your granddaughter...kori todoroki! she’s just turned one and daddy thought it was about time she met you, isn’t that right pretty girl?”

“dada!!!”

rei blinks and you smile again. “she’s a daddy’s girl,” you explain and lift your hand to snow the small sapphire engagement ring on your ring finger. touya had proposed last night as well, certain your plan would work out. “and quite frankly, so am i! how can i not be when your son treats me so well.”

nodding slowly, the wife of endeavour looks down at her hands which you note, nervously fiddle with a stray petal. “so, natsu and you—?” you can see her trying to work it out, curiosity written across her features. you could see why the woman might think kori was natuso’s child— they looked a lot like each other just by first glance but rei was missing an important feature. the colour of kori’s eyes.

“oh no, your other son. the eldest one.” you correct her with a sinister shake of your head. swiftly crossing the room to set your daughter down in rei’s lap. you watch with an evil air of satisfaction as rei todoroki freezes with fear, as the mistakes her family paid out to touya suddenly come to the forefront of her mind. she wobbles with kori still in her grip and you shoot her a dark glare— reaching over to fix her flowers in their vase. “touya picked these out, always said that you loved them. such a pretty shade of blue, no wonder why they’re your favourites, right?”

“please leave.” she looks up at you pleadingly, shaking like a leaf in the breeze outside. oh how you wish your fiancé was here to see this but he had more important things to do.

rolling your eyes, you grab the remote to switch on the tv— pinching kori’s nose affectionately to make her laugh again. “come sit with me rei, let’s watch some tv to help you calm down.”

the woman nods weakly, barely moving an inch as you take a seat beside her with a smile. you skip channels a few times, pride swelling up in your chest when you finally land on the right one, touya’s broadcast flashing across the screen. he sits leisurely in a chair, shirtless with all of his beautiful scars on display— a painful reminder of his childhood and what he’d become. “i, touya todoroki, was born as the eldest son of endeavour. today i’ve killed over 30 innocent people until now, some to protect my family. my daughter, who i have not been able to see due to my father. i would like to let everyone know why i’d end up committing such a hideous act.” he speaks such calmness and clarity, and you can’t help but feel emotional at how he stands in front of the world.

kori grins, leaping up at the sight of her father on the screen and claps her hands. “dada!! dada!! lookie s’daddy!!” she squeals while rei struggles to breathe, panic set in her eyes.

you put a hand on the woman’s shoulder, offering her a sweet grin in an attempt to calm her before the oncoming storm. “keep watching, mrs.todoroki, touya said we’d be one big, happy family after this.” the words are sugar coated and sickly sweet, carrying the dark meaning across to your fiancé’s mother.

looking away, your heart swells while touya tears down the hero society and spills the truth for all of japan to see. you were grateful to the man he’d become— loyal to you, to your daughter and the dreams that you had. the satisfaction of seeing the real villains of the world fall was much greater than any hush money enji todoroki could ever offer.

fin.

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