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[lura-valentine]

Vampire Touya

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[lovebeatriceplz]

Thinking about! Touya, because I love him.

Thinking about! how he's in a constant state of pain, physically and emotionally, never ending.

Thinking about! how deep his emotional pain must actually run because he comes off as indifferent and unfeeling when he's actually seething so that means his emotions are buried and suppressed.

Thinking about! the fact that he did go home, just to see what became of it, what would've been him endeavor thought he was good enough.

Thinking about! Touya who had to get used to his teenage/ adult body prematurely, he was eleven and woke up seventeen.

Thinking about! his skin and how he wouldn't feel the warmth of his own flames, unless it got too hot, then he'd burn.

Thinking about! his eyes, how he probably wanted to pluck them out because of who he got them from.

Thinking about! his fate, doomed by the narrative, in a sense, there's no actual happy ending is there? Not for him.

Thinking about! his life, wanting to die but living off revenge.

Thinking about! his inevitable, probably slow, death, him waiting for it, what he was living for isn't achievable, when the resentment and the hate withers away all that's left is hurt.

Thinking about! that damned metal box, with its metal tubes, giving him life even if he doesn't want it.

[saturnzlv]

all i really want is you

— parings: todoroki touya x reader

— notes: mature language

— synopsis: a random collection of texts from childhood best friends to lovers

[rueclfer]

not a lot, just forever // oneshot part two

a/n: i remember talking about this on the timeline a couple of months ago and it has rotted in my brain ever since !!! happy birthday touya baby <3 i am ssssoooooo normal about you!!

keigo takami, touya todoroki, tomura shigaraki

it's been almost a year since touya had started his rehabilitation program, and here you were, like clockwork, willingly sharing his rock hard hospital-grade mattress with your head cushioned against his chest and the same chirpy attitude he couldn't quite understand how you mustered up this early in the morning.

"wanna go get breakfast?"

"no."

"wanna go on a walk?"

"no."

"wanna call fuyumi? mom? spinner? see what they're up to today?"

"no."

a beat of silence passes between you two.

you roll onto your front and prop yourself up onto your elbow, turning face to face with him.

"why do you always have to be so grumpy in the mornings?" you groan, bringing your hand up and swiping away at the stray tuffs of hair hung over his forehead from a night's worth of tossing and turning.

"told you 8am is a crazy time to come visit. every day, too." he scoffs, a slight smirk tugging on the corner of his lips as he reaches up and lazily drags a finger across your jaw. "don't you have better things to do?"

"you're lucky, visitation hours only start at 8am. i'd be with you 24/7 if i had it my way." you whisper, leaning into his hand. "connected by the hip, drinking from the same cup of water, you'd be sick of me in less than 48 hours, and i wouldn't care."

touya instinctively tries to pull away before you melt into his touch, eyes fluttering close for a moment as you release a heavy exhale in content.

the palm of his rough and scarred hand laid flush against the softness of your cheek. he barely has any feeling in his hands anymore, but somehow he feels everything.

this is the first time that question had crossed his mind, like a wild animal running across an unlit road. an audible laugh almost escapes his mouth.

he could only ever hope that you'd come back the next day.

the thought never leaves him. it's always lingering in the back of his head, followed by an internal scoff.

marriage doesn't mean anything. you two love each other, and that's all that matters. marriage is only paperwork. marriage doesn't equal love.

marriage doesn't equal love.

but sometimes it takes one look at you for him to get all choked up, and when this happens he thinks about telling you exactly how he feels. he wants to tell you how much he loves you. it hurts him to be left with no words that could amount to that feeling you give him, so instead he's left balling his fists and pressing the crescent of his nails into his palm trying to ease this ache in his chest.

years later, after touya had completed his program, you're overlooking the city from your shared apartment together.

you've been out running errands and he had spent the day in therapy and meeting with his siblings afterwards. naturally you'll find yourselves sitting across from one another on the fire escape chatting about your days through a shared cigarette and cup of tea.

you're looking out towards the distant city lights. touya's looking at you.

nothing much has changed.

you're sporting the same hoodie you snagged from his closet from what felt like an eternity ago. you picked up smoking thanks to his influence- but socially of course, as you'd like to correct him whenever he makes a snarky comment. you still can't bring yourself to toss that tattered blanket you left with him the first night the hospital staff allowed you to sleepover with him.

and for the millionth time since that morning a few years ago, that question crosses his mind again.

and for the first time, he doesn't roll his eyes or scoff at himself, but instead his mouth goes dry and the palms of his hands grow clammy.

you nudged his leg with your foot. "what're you thinking about, spacey?"

he's thinking about why you're still here. why do you still choose to come back? even after all those years ago when he was ready to leave you behind in this lifetime?

he's thinking about as long as you'll have him, he could spend his life with you doing exactly this. he'll deal with it all- the insufferably loud mornings, shameless PDA, the nagging, the babying, all of it. he doesn't mind at all.

"can i marry you?"

touya sucks in a sharp breath of air and presses his lips together in regret the second the words slip from his mouth.

"if you wanted to leave, you would've by now." he reminds himself- the only thought that'll keep him sane.

"really?" you exclaim, almost spitting out your tea.

touya looks back at you with wide eyes, the butt of the cigarette slipping from his fingers and onto the cold metal of fire escape, spewing sparks of ash against his leg.

a moment of silence passes. then two.

"what do you mean really?"

"you really want to marry me?" your smile grows into a wide grin, making his cheeks flush and stomach twist.

touya’s body moves without a second thought. he crawls over to you and perches himself on one knee. he feels like an idiot. he bites down on his lip in embarrassment as he takes your hand in his cold and rough palms, bringing your knuckles up to his lips.

"really," he mutters against your skin, his voice shaking, "if you’d let me.”

the question lingers in the air for another moment. years of thinking about this, and yet he was far from prepared. he should’ve taken you out. he should've gotten dressed up. he doesn’t even have a ring to give you.

tonight wasn't so different from any other night, but there was a burning ache in his chest that was desperate for that confirmation of forever with you- something that he couldn't have ever been ready for.

you lean forward and move your hand from his grasp to the side of his jaw where you pull him in. 

“you and me, touya. it's always going to be us.” you whisper before colliding your lips with his- sealing a silent promise to one another.

[eddies-spaghetti]

my beloved 💙

[nixwriteschaos]

My Brat

Dabi x Male!Reader Summary: Dabi is quite the brat. During a mission, he did not listen to Y/N’s commands towards the team and he is not happy with Dabi’s defiance. After ignoring Dabi for weeks, he finally owns up to his actions.

★☽A/N: My friend kinda(?) begged me to make a male ! I’m still shocked that the first one got 87+ notes… You guys are real freaky! But so am I for writing it-

Contents: SMUT - Dom|Top Male!Reader - Sub|Bottom Dabi - Brat Taming; Hair Pulling; Pain and Pleasure Play; Degradation; Praise; Forced Orgasm / Orgasm Control; Overstimulation; Impact Play

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This fucking brat..

Y/N thought as he watched Dabi run away before everyone was there. He sighed in frustration while the members of the Vanguard Group watched in confusion. “Did he just..?-” Y/N turned around. “Yes, he did.” He groaned. At a defeated state, he signaled the others to follow along.

Guessed he had to improvise some of the plan..

! ~

Y/N was just grateful they managed to kidnap the boy. The angry blonde still passed out. The LOV guessed that it would take a while for the shock and drugs to wear off. While Shigaraki thought of how to convince the young hero in training to join, Toga decided to play with Magne while watching the news.

Dabi decided to do a small celebration, asking Kurogiri to pour him a glass of wine, the best they got. Kurogiri, ever the obedient man, poured a tall glass with transparent wine, bubbles coming to the top. He slides it to him, Dabi catching it swiftly.

Before he could take a sip, a soft hand reached down and grabbed his glass. “Hey-” He stopped when he noticed Y/N behind him, holding his glass. With a swift move, he drank all of the liquid in seconds, placing the glass down gently.

“I wanted to drink that.” Y/N looked down at him, a chilling shiver going down his spine by how intense his stare was. “Is that so?” His voice was stern and deep, raising a brow as his statement.

“Yeah, it was to celebrate today.” Dabi’s snarky and cocky statement made Y/N chuckle. Another shiver went down Dabi’s spine once more. He hated how Y/N’s voice could easily send shivers down his spine. “Then it should be mine. After all, I was the one who made the plan.”

“And I’m the one who got the boy.” Y/N chuckled at his prideful response. “I’m pretty sure Mr. Compress got him. You just prevented the boy’s friends from saving him.” He grinned. Dabi growled at the harsh truth. Y/N leaned forward, a smug look on his face.

His hand slowly trailed up to Dabi’s hair, gently stroking his locs. Dabi unconsciously leaned into his gentle touch, a slight blush apparent on his face. Without a word, Y/N pulled harshly on his hair, causing a grunt from the burnt man.

“What the fuck?!” He yelled out, causing Toga and Magne to turn around with curious glances but turned back around, minding their own business. “Why the fuck are you-” Y/N cut him off with an aggressive kiss. It was messy and sloppy, Dabi arching back as Y/N loomed over him. His hand had the same tight grip on his hair, causing a sense of pain through his body.

He tried to push Y/N back but his tight grip on his hand and his other slowly sneaking to his waist prevented him. Dabi couldn’t stop himself from leaning towards Y/N’s hot touch. He could feel the H/C’s smirk against his lips. The raven head wanted to protest but the H/C head’s hot touch made him melt.

“You’re a good boy, aren’t you?” Y/N smiled a gentle smile, stroking his soft cheek. He nodded eagerly, leaning towards the touch and the soft whispered voice. “Fuck off…” he mumbled, a slight blush on his face.

Y/N chuckled, loving how bratty Dabi was. It was funny to see the villain act all bratty, knowing what is to come to the ravenhead.

“Could I go ahead and take him?” He turned to Kurogiri who nodded in response. He nodded back and grabbed Dabi, putting him over his shoulder. “Oi! Get me down!” Dabi protested but to no avail. Y/N didn’t answer, only a smirk on his face as he carried him to their shared room.

! ~

In the League of Villains’ base, each member had their own room, even if they had one of their own, there was always room for them. As for Y/N and Dabi, they have a shared room. The room was big to accommodate the two villains.

Y/N dropped Dabi on the bed, causing him to bounce on the springed mattress. “Ouch! What the fuck?!” Dabi cursed, an irk appearing. Y/N just chuckled. He enjoyed watching Dabi acting like a bat, despite being annoyed by his attitude multiple times. At this point, he might have gotten used to it.

The H/C haired villain smiled at his bratty attitude. He was ever so close to just ripping his clothes and lift his legs while he fucked Dabi dry.

But he didn’t.

He lifted Dabi’s legs as he took off the raven haired male’s pants, ignoring his yells of protest, taking off his jacket shortly after. Y/N didn’t really care if the villain decided to keep his shirt on, knowing how sweaty he will be after. He leaned forward with a smirk. Y/N slowly moved his hand down, from his neck and to his hips. He could feel the shivers going down the burnt man’s spine. It was satisfying to see Dabi trying to keep his composer.

But he knew it wouldn’t last long.

“Such a brat, hm?” Dabi growled. He hated being called a brat, he hated how his body reacts to such a degrading pet name! He wanted to protest but Y/N’s warmth made his mind so mushy.. He hated it so much! But he couldn’t stop his body from reacting, leaning towards Y/N’s gentle and feathery touch.

Y/N chuckled at Dabi’s body’s reaction. “And so dirty..” he commented, his hand rubbing Dabi’s hip affectionately. He wanted Dabi to melt into his hands, only to moan and yell out in pleasure while he fucked him to submission. He couldn’t resist giving Dabi a light tap. It wasn’t heavy, just enough to get a reaction.

And a reaction he received. Dabi arched his back, allowing Y/N access to his ass. Y/N hastily placed his hand on Dabi’s cheek, catching him off guard. “Y/N! What the fuck are you?-” Y/N pressed a kiss against the villain’s lips, shutting him real quick.

Y/N had shivers down his spine as he swallowed all of Dabi’s faint moans, leaning closer to the kiss. Despite having his bottom face burned, his lips were soft. Rough– but smooth, so kissable. He enjoyed all of his kisses with Dabi, enjoying how Dabi writhe beneath him.

He backed away from the kiss, looking at the panting Dabi. “Fuck you…” Y/N chuckled at his curses. The H/C knew it was… like his love language, the only way he could communicate his feelings. Of course, he knew it would change after a few touches soon.

! ~

“You’re so cute, Touya..” Y/N grinned, watching as Dabi twitched and squirmed beneath him, sweat beads trailing down his sensitive body. His chest heaved heavily, trying to keep up with Y/N’s pace. “Y-You’re a fucking beast..” Touya managed to say between breaths. Y/N snickered. He enjoyed watching the villain writhe underneath him, he knew how quick he would melt under his gentle and warm touch.

“You want more?” Dabi gasped, feeling Y/N’s fingers curled in his entrance. He bit his tongue, not wanting to let out any sounds. The base didn’t have the best walls, making it difficult for him to make all the sounds he wanted. The H/C noticed his suppression and laughed again. He didn’t know why he was laughing and finding things humorous lately.

Perhaps it was because of his lover?

He shrugged to himself, causing a raised brow from Dabi. Y/N shook his head, getting his head back to their situation. He looked down and noticed how Touya was clenching on his fingers, making him grin a mischievous grin.

“Oh?” He raised a brow, his cocky and mischievous grin visible. Touya just huffed, looking away which was something Y/N did not like. He grabbed Dabi’s chin harshly with his free hand and forced him to look at him. “Touya. Look at me.” Dabi immediately received a shiver down his spine.

He was so desperate to thrust his hips up, but Y/N’s glare prevented him from doing so. His eyes were fully on Y/N’s. Watching his eyebrows furrow and his eyes squinted in annoyance. “Ignoring me, hm?” He shook his head, rolling his eyes.

Seeing Dabi’s bratty attitude, he curled his fingers just right. The tip of his index finger grazed on Dabi’s prostate, causing him to arch his back in shock, gasping. “Such a brat,” he spat, pushing his fingers further in and curling them to press brutally on his prostate.

The ravenhead immediately let out a high-pitched moan, his back arching and his hips thrusting up along with his back. His eyes slowly rolled to the back of his head, feeling a spark shot up his body.

He could hear Y/N’s taunting chuckles, enjoying his reaction. He looked down, trying to look intimidating. But his glossy eyes weren't much help. He was one of the best villains, a notorious one! But he melts at just a soft touch from his partner. And he hated it. He hated being vulnerable. He didn’t want to admit that he loves every single soft warm touch he receives from his lover.

He didn’t want to admit that he loves getting punished, being a brat and receiving his punishment was thrilling to him. It was like the thrill of not getting caught by heroes with just a hair, however the feeling was much greater than the thrill of not getting caught.

He loved it in a way.

“I think you're ready.” Dabi’s attention turned back to Y/N who had taken his fingers out of his ass and started to buckle his belt open. His eyes immediately widened.

“Really?” he asked in a hushed tone, his voice a bit hoarse. Y/N raised a brow at his question. “Of course, unless.. You don’t want it? Cause if so-” Dabi immediately shook his head. Touya didn’t want him to stop! He was already this far in so why not finish with it?

“Just… Get it over with.” He growled softly at the sight of Y/N taunting smirk. “Beg, love.” Touya huffed deeply.

He didn’t want to beg! Why should he beg?

But seeing how he was so close to getting what he wanted, seeing the tent growing on Y/N’s boxers.. His body couldn’t stop the shiver from going down his spine.

“-ease..” Y/N hummed in confusion. “Hm?” He tilted his head to the side. Dabi groaned a bit in embarrassment. ‘Fuck…’ Touya thought to himself. He hesitated when he said, “please… sir..” And the moment he said that, Y/N smiled. A genuine and soft smile, not one of his taunting and annoying smirks.

“Such a good boy, hm?” Touya whimpered slightly at the praise. He enjoyed praise, more than he would admit it. He loved how he would feel himself getting so close just by praise. “Good boy” ; “sweet boy” ; “baby” were pet names that he could never ignore.

He knew he was slowly losing it.

!~

“C’mon, you can take it. Be a good boy for me.” Touya whimpered, feeling Y/N’s cock pulse inside of him. He could feel Y/N getting bigger by the second and he was desperate for a release. “Too– much!” he managed to choke out. Y/N only smiled, feigning to touch his cock. “You can take it.” Touya shook his head profusely, not wanting anything more.

But he never said stop.

Y/N grabbed Touya’s bruised hips tightly and put all in his strength to fuck the brains out of Touya. He choked on his own saliva as he felt Y/N’s powerful thrusts, feeling his tip hit his prostate flawlessly. “F-Fuck!” he cursed, throwing his head back. He bit his bottom lip, causing his lip to die a crimson red, a color familiar to him.

“You wanna come, don’t you?” Touya nodded, his eyes closed but his mouth agape, breathing heavily. “Then stop being a brat.” Y/N thrust his hips right against Touya, knocking the air out of his lungs. He gasped, feeling his climax climbing. His cock was red and throbbing, begging for release.

He lowers his head, just enough to look at Y/N. The H/C's eyes are closed and his brows furrowed. His hips continued to move hard, sending shocks through the black-haired male.

The villain could feel a knot tightening in his stomach by the second, his climax reaching its limit. He was ready to explode, but Y/N’s thumb on his cock’s slit caused him to dry-orgasmed several times, feeling overstimulated and wanting more.

“Pl-Plea– se! F..Fu-Fuck!!” he managed to choke out. Y/N’s thrusts slowly became sloppier by each “uh” from Touya’s mouth. He could feel his cock twitch in anticipation for his climax release. He grabbed Y/N’s body closer to his, his nails clawing at Y/N’s back– creating marks along his back– marking him as did Y/N did on him.

Feeling his climax reaching its peak, he thrusted his hips all the way in, causing Touya to arch his back. His eyes rolled back and his mouth was agape, drooling as he let out a loud moan. Touya’s cock twitched one last time before squirting his semen all over his stomach– some even reached his face. Y/N released all his cum inside of Touya, filling him to the brim.

He breathed heavily as he came from his high. He reached over to Touya’s cock and slowly stroked it, allowing Touya to get through his own high. Touya whimpered at the touch and looked down at Y/N who lazily stroked it.

“Y..You bastard…” Y/N looked up with a smirk and a snicker, leaning forward to give a peck on his sweaty forehead.

"I know." —

[baby-tini]

TW: abusive relationship, implied kidnapping, hints of infantilization, brief mention of a panic attack, dabi being an asshole (like always)

Dabi hates the words "shut up"... but only when they come from you. He couldn't careless if someone else were to say it, he'd just set them on fire if they ever even thought of disrespecting him that way. But, when it comes from you, it feels like a whole new level of disrespect. The little sneer you give him as you utter his least favorite words that slip from you, you do it so easily too. Whenever he pisses you off or goes a little too far with the teasing, pushing him away with a little huff of, "shut up, Dabi." Oh, it's so much fucking worse when you use "Dabi" knowing damn well you always call him Touya now.

It pisses him off, truly it does. There's always this nasty urge clawing at his chest to grab you up by your hair and make you apologize to him. It gives him a strong feeling of sadistic-glee to see you spewing apologies of, "sorry, Touya"'s and "it won't happen again, Touya"'s until your tongue feels heavy and your eyes are lined with red as they get puffy from all your whining. That's when he truly adores you, when you're clingy and compliant, huffing when he gets up even for a second, reaching for him as he climbs into bed with you.

"C'mere baby, come give me a kiss," you know it's not a question, but a demand. You don't care though, he makes you so mad. Taunting you, pulling at your hair and slapping your ass until there's hand-shaped bruises appearing only hours later... only to demand kisses afterwards. There's a nasty little glare you give him when he glances away from the television to look at you.

With a scowl, you move further away from him, "no." At that he gets off the couch and yanks you up by your arm with a scoff, "the fuck you mean no, doll? I wasn't asking." There's an immediate thrashing coming from you, "shut up, no, let go Dabi." There's a slap to your ass as he makes you stand on your feet. "Say that shit again, I dare you to say that shit again." You can feel your throat start to close up as you fight to get him off of you. Your breathing becomes ragged as your eyes get bleary.

"You wanna go in the corner, huh? Answer me before I make the decision for you." There's a shake of your head as a cry scratches itself from your throat, the sickly taste of bile starts to become apparent as Dabi continues to squeeze your arm tighter. "I'm not a f-fucking child Dabi," you croak out, your throat becoming dryer with every inhale.

He grins so wide his staples almost pop loose, "you're not a f-fucking child, huh? 'Cause you're certainly fuckin' actin' like one." He mocks, sitting back down on the couch as he pulls you into his lap. Forcing your head into the crook of his neck, he pets your hair as he shushes you. He waits a couple minutes for you to calm down before he speaks again, "... you know I hate hurting you, baby. It tears me up, it really does. You know I got too though, right? You know I gotta teach you good behaviour?" There's a nod into his shoulder as your sobs quiet down. "Good. It'll be so much easier for both of us if you keep up your good behaviour, that way you won't get punished."

Dabi truly hates when you spit that ugly phrase at him, it makes him become this monster, one that causes him to leave blunt, cresent-moon shaped marks in your skin. A monster that thrives on your fear when doe eyes quickly turn to fear as azure flames lick at your skin, leaving ugly red splotches on soft flesh.

[with-my-calamitous-love]

I’LL SPEND FOREVER WONDERIN’ IF YOU KNEW…

touya todoroki x reader

you first met touya in winter. similarly, you fell in love and said goodbye in winter. now when the snow falls, he thinks of you.

part 1/2

inspired by enchanted

there he was again, early morning. sekoto peak on a brisk, winter evening. just shy of 8 years old, with fire blazing valiantly.

around others, he’s used to forcing laughter and faking his smiles. he hides that inter turmoil well, determined to carry the mantel of endeavour’s firstborn son. but just because he carries it well, doesn’t mean it isn’t heavy.

he’s in this same old tired, lonely place. the trees act as walls on insincerity, isolating him on this hill. his flames are controlled, ignoring that slight pain he feels in his palms when the red and oranges shoot out from his hands. the winter chill helps to keep him cool. he doesn’t need a jacket, anyway.

the snow drowns out most noises, as do most winter days. but he still catches the sound of soft, padding footsteps crunching in the snow.

all of what he’s feeling vanishes when he sees your face.

its rare, seeing someone his age. two kids, shy and precocious in the middle of winter. he’s the first to speak.

“…what are you doing out here?”

“i could ask you the same thing.”

kids are brats.

he huffs, his breath visible in the contrast to the cool air. “well, i asked you first.”

“going for a walk.” you hum, moving closer to him. you take not of the several burns on the trees, black and withered.

you can’t help but notice his lack of a jacket, though he seems unbothered by it. you’re here, mittens, jacket and scarf keeping you warm, while he’s in nothing but a thin sweater. “aren’t you… y’know, cold?”

he smiles, proud. “no. i have my fire.”

and he’s proud to have it, even if it will inevitably kill him.

but you two are kids, and neither of you know that. in your childhood brains, the only thing that matters is whats in front or you. so you spend the rest of the day chatting, walking around the seemingly enchanted forest. snowball fights turn into snowmen, and eventually graduates into laying in the snow, making snow angels.

“i like winter.” you hum, staring up at the snow tricking onto your face. “most people hate it. they think its cold, and wet, and dark.”

touya stopped moving for a second. he hummed and considered your words. he had heard people he knew in the past speak like that, namely his younger siblings that craved warmth.

"maybe they just don’t like snow." he says quietly, shrugging while drawing random lines in the snow. "you like it, though?"

you nod.

“for all its coldness, theres tenderness in winter to. the sky is light and pink when it snows at night. its quiet, and still.”

theres a certain secrecy to this moment that he feels when he hears your words. childhood friendship is a precious thing, something you never get back. the heroes and the villains of the world don’t matter, and anything important is reserved for a later time. right now, blanketed by snow, touya made one true friend. how enchanted he was to meet you.

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years pass, and you and touya are thrust into adolescence. his hair has changed, now a frosted white that matches the current season. you’re walking home from school together, though he’s got his hands shoved in his pocket like a little kid. not because he’s cold, but because he’s frustrated.

he’s taking his time, pacing back and forth. he almost doesn’t want to return home. thinking about it makes him clench his fists, the annoyance he felt quickly morphing into anger. when he’d come home, he’d be met with all that pain, all over again. the thought of his father focusing all his energy and attention on his little brother, all because touya wasn’t "good enough" to be his successor, was haunting. its what kept him up at night.

“it’s just not fair.” he mutters, and you instantly know what he’s referring to. “all that work… for what? he doesn’t even know i exist.”

words fail at times like this. you could tell him that its not true, but it is. you could tell him not to care, but he still will. you could tell him that you love him… but would he listen?

so instead, you opt to hold his hand. your fingers are cold against his naturally warm ones. you pretend not to notice the rough texture of his palms, evidence of his training.

the snow begins to trickle down again, falling like a crown on your head. tonight, you’re sparkling, and he doesn’t want to let you go. turquoise eyes look at you, wonderstruck as your nose begins to turn that winterish shade of pink. he almost blushes when he sees you tightening your scarf, forgetting he’s supposed to take you home.

“i just,” you sigh, taking both his hands in yours so you can both see the damage beginning to fester on his skin. “i don’t know. i don’t want you training too hard. it’s hurting you, i can tell.”

“i-its not.” he lies, breath visible in the winter air. he tries his best to hide the wince in his eye when you rub your thumbs up and down the burns on his hands.

“i just… i don’t wanna lose you.” you say.

he doesn’t wanna lose this either. you, and him, standing in the winter. he prays that this is the first page, that this is only the first of many winters he hopes to have with you.

“you won’t.” he smiles. “i promise.”

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you learn about the accident not through the news, or through his family, but rather through seeing the eruption of blue flames on the hill where you two met.

at first, you cried every day. you prayed that he’d wake up, that this isn’t where the story line ends. seeing him laying there, as the years go on, and as the snow falls inevitably, felt unreal.

its been a lonely 3 years without his sassy remarks and his warm hands. you can still feel that warmth, even in his coma. you hold his hands as his body lays there, the only indicator of his survival the beeps of the heart monitor.

his burns are so much more apparent now almost purple against his pale, snowy skin. he doesn’t know it, but you’ve visited him everyday since he first arrived. through every summer, spring, autumn through every god damn winter, you’ve been here.

you’d whisper things he’d never hear, eyes occasionally wandering to the snow falling outside the winter. its a reminder of how much time has passed, how much you’ve lost without him.

and though you don’t know it, he’s mourning it as well. he’s forced to hold back his words, like he’s leaving too soon.

selfishly, he hopes that in these three years, you haven’t fallen in love with someone else. that you don’t have someone else waiting on you when you leave.

its the opposite, actually. you don’t have anyone waiting on you, when you’re waiting on touya to come back.

normally, you’re alone in his room. so you almost don’t catch when the door opens and closes behind you. at first, you think its just a nurse checking in. but the silence makes you turn your head.

shes got the same hair as touya, snowy white. but her eyes are this grey color that you can tell once sparkled. shes just as confused as you are, even when you stand up from your chair but still continue to hold touya’s hand.

“i-i.. sorry. i’m just visiting.” you say, like you’ve committed a crime. you haven’t done anything wrong.

she shakes her head, taking a few steps closer and assuring you its okay. the fact that you’re so close to her son, holding his hand isn’t lost on her.

theres words she wants to say as well, words that fall on deaf ears. you wonder why its only her visiting.

“i’m sorry, dear.. who are you?” she brakes the silence, realizing she isn’t actually sure who you are. how would she know anyway?

“i’m his friend.” you say, quietly. “[y/n].”

she nods, though she wonders how she didn’t know that. her first son, the first love of her life, had a friend close enough to visit and hold his hand even through this period of winter.

if anything, she’s grateful for it.

theres a few more beats of silence, before she speaks again. her voice is quiet, but her pain speaks volumes.

“i tried to stop him.” she says, staring at her son. “i… i didn’t want this.”

its enough to bring tears to your eyes, nodding understandably. “me too.”

and theres that moment of understanding between the two of you. like snowflakes falling onto the same patch of ground, you both knew that this was inevitable. eventually, touya’s fire would consume him. eventually, he’d burn too.

theres nothing you two can say to make this better. so you sit there in comfort, winter silence before eventually saying goodnight.

you leave, quietly accepting that you’ll be all alone.

and the next day, he wakes up.

[orirocks]

Live-in Boyfriend! Dabi/Touya who is highly curious about your self-care routine. The creams, the scrubs, the tools, the processes, and all the smells that permeate the house when you’re having yourself a spa day in your shared space. He watches as you scrub your body in the shower with this paste. What did you call it? “Unicorn dreams”? It was rainbow colored and smelled like mangos and guava. He liked it. He liked when you used it and he cuddled up to you in bed that night he could smell it on your skin and it made him feel like he was in paradise. He’d pull you closer and bury his face in your neck and inhale deeply, it always made him feel good. He would watch when you brought out that awful looking metal thing you used to get rid of any zits you’d have and look on in awe/disgust of the stuff that came out of your face. He watched as you washed your face with this herby smelling green goo and then roll this pink stone (he thinks it might be rose quartz? He remembers you saying it was rose quartz) thing over your face and how it seemed to soothe your previously swollen skin. He would join you in your “bath nights” You and him would shower, clean the tub, and fill it up with hot ass water, sprinkle some stuff in it that makes it smell like lavender and lemon, and he’d sit with you in the tub and was fascinated by the fizzy thing moving on top of the water leaving rainbows and glitter in its wake. He’d watch you do all this, interested by all of it but unless it was the bath, never participated in it. Why should he? His skin was, uh less than perfect he would say. He wasn’t worried about a zit when his face was 70% burned. He liked the shampoo you used but didn’t think it mattered about what he used, as long as it washed out some of the ash in his hair, he wasn’t worried about it. He didn’t think self-care was for someone like him, someone who didn’t care about themselves. But you noticed every time he watched you exfoliate, lotion, cleanse, shampoo, and wash yourself with all your products. He looked like he wanted to join. You knew he didn’t know who to ask for the things he wanted. So, you have him join you. On one of your spa nights you call for him from you guys bathroom. He walks in the bathroom to see two fluffy head bands with a huge bow on them. “This one’s for you, and this is mine!” He looks confused but lets you put on the Hello Kitty head band anyway. You wash his face, teach him how to apply a mask, watch and advise him as he exfoliates his face and you give him his own rose quartz face roller that he’s definitely obsessed with once he uses it. After a long and relaxing shower, you and him put on some eye masks while you drink some fruity water and watch some Twitch streams. Dabi feels, good. He feels clean, he feels taken care of. He’s happy, he smells like mangos and guavas, his skin feels soft and jiggly like a pudding. He likes self-care and he’s happy that you’re the only who showed him that he’s worth it.

[sensitivepluto]

Easy, Doll...

Short & Sweet - Day 10: Tunnel Vision

Touya Todoroki x Gn! Reader // hurt/comfort

[Warnings]: panic attack, angst, Touya Todoroki in general, not proofread at all sorry.

This is @thewritingstar's prompt list - here's the link to the post

It was late. Or early, as midnight had well gone past. You sat on the ground between your bed and the wall as strangled gasps of air left your throat. Hot and sticky tears streamed down your face. The air around you felt so thick and hot, but you shivered as if it were freezing. Nothing made sense anymore. Thoughts swirled in your head, unfocused and unwilling to grasp onto anything permanent.

You hadn't meant to spiral, but who honestly does. But after a long and stressful day you're mind was clouded by doubt and anxiety. Even so, when the League noticed your spaced out expression, they asked and you said you were okay. You were okay. Nobody in the league really questioned you. They took your reassurances to them at face value. All but one.

Touya had been there for you pretty consistently. You thought it was because you were consistent in treating him after every fight. Making sure the burns he gave himself didn't get much worse than they were. Or maybe because, to him, you actually had a semblance of personality that wasn't just keen on destruction.

Either way, he'd come to like you. And he noticed when you started biting the skin on the inside of your lips, and picking at the skin around your fingernails. He also noticed that your hands trembled and your motions looked almost robotic when down in the bar. And when you left early, claiming you were tired, a feeling crept into his chest. One that said that you were, in fact, not okay as you said.

"Fuck." You grunted out, pulling your knees to your chest. Maybe pressure would help soothe you. Your nails dug into the soft skin of your calves, and you took uneven breaths trying in vain to slow them down. Nothing you did seemed to help.

A knock at your door startled your senses. After a few moments of just staring at the door, saying nothing, another series of knocks repeated harsher against the door.

"Doll," you heard Touya's warning voice on the other side. There was no way in hell you wanted him to see you like this. You tried to take a deep breath, again in vain, and managed to grumble out.

"Go. Away." It came out much more aggressive than you'd wished for. And to Touya, your voice gave off the opposite impression of what you'd said. So, being him, he opened the door anyway. His eyes had to search for a second, as you were hidden on the other side of the bed. When he found you, he sighed deeply.

"I knew you were lying." He grumbled out, making his way over to you. You tried to steel yourself away, settling on pulling your knees in tighter and burying your face in your arms. Touya tutted and got down on the ground with you.

He took you in for a moment, listening to your raspy breaths and watching as you shook and rocked yourself for any semblance comfort. To be honest he wasn't really the soothing type, but you'd helped him so many times. He had to, a the very least, try.

"Doll?" He tried, a bit softer than his usual gruff tone. You didn't respond. Your face still sat, buried in your arms. He reached out and touched the top of your head gently. The motion startled you enough to look up at him, and he finally got to see your face. Your pupils were dilated and wide, and your lips dry from the hyperventilation.

"I can't..." You gasped out, unable to finish your sentence. A panic attack. Touya had concluded in his mind. He'd suffered many of his own back when he was stilling coming to terms with being dead to his family. It wasn't a fun time, and he had no one to help him through it. You, however, had him.

"I know, doll." He sushed you. His hands came to rub over your trembling shoulders. "You are safe." The words came out before he really knew what he was saying. He guessed he was just saying the words he wished he got when he was on his own.

"I...I am safe." You mumbled, still weary and struggling to catch a breath. Touya nodded.

"You are at home." He said, rubbing his hands over your shoulders and arms once again.

"At home..." You muttered, the panic starting to feel less all consuming.

"I will keep you safe." Touya said, a glint in his eye. This wasn't something he said lightly and you knew it. You simply nodded in response, your eyes locked into his. "Say it." He pressed.

"You will keep me safe..." Your voice was a bit steadier now. The tremble still plagued your body, but your breath had returned to your lungs. It was a step forward from where you were.

"Good," Touya mumbled, squeezing your arm. "Do you want to get in bed?" His voice had restored back to the lazy drawl he usually had. You nodded. He hummed and got up, helping you get to your feet.

Once he had you upright, your vision blurred and your head spun. The lack of oxygen in your brain made you dizzy, and you thought you might topple back to the ground. That wasn't the case, however, as Touya had you firmly in his arms. When he felt you start to sway, he tightened his grip on your waist.

"Easy, doll." He muttered. Unceremoniously he got you into bed and started for the door. You whined in protest to him leaving. With a tsk, he turned back toward you. "I'm not leaving. I'm getting water for your dehydrated ass."

You were knocked out before he got back with the water. Touya sighed and set the bottle on your bedside before sitting himself at the edge of your bed. He watched as your sleeping face relaxed, and the gasps of air were now nothing but occasional hiccups.

There was no way he was going leave you alone tonight, so he laid down with you and watched over you until sleep took over him. That way he'd be there for you when you woke up in the morning.

Masterlist

I read the wrong prompt and didn't realize until after I wrote it so today's prompt will be written tomorrow's ig. I debated just writing both, but I really don't have the motivation to do anything anymore soooo 🤷

[lura-valentine]

A Dragon Dabi for @doumadono 😊

➡️ Click here for you white version ⬅️

[eternalera]

idk why i didnt realize this earlier but touya used his small ice quirk (when he got it awakened) to enhance his flames while shoto uses his flames to enhance his ice mainly. and it perfectly shows who they admired most in their family, shoto admired rei and touya admired endeavor and they were hurt by the both of them. the only difference is how they came back from it. touya thrived and lived on his hate because thats the only way he could survive. shoto on the other hand still held love for his mother and blamed his father for her breakdown, and since then began training his ice quirk.

idk i just thought it was cool.

[pfpanimes]

⌕ boku no hero academia 7 - EP 8.

like or reblog if you save/use.

[dawn-moths]

"our shadows glitter on the snow"

dabi/touya x female reader

word count: 5,700+

(you and touya enjoy an impromptu snow day together, but even amongst the cold, things always have the chance to get heated...)

tags: 18+ content! minors dni! takes place in my cerulean gaze au, established relationship, mostly fluff with smut the end, size difference, teasing and foreplay, brief moments of rough sex, aftercare and bathing together.

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the freshly fallen snow lays over the city like a glittering blanket, so much white shining through the frost-kissed windows, illuminating your cozy little apartment and causing you to blink open your bleary eyes earlier than you’re used to.

the cold seeps in through the glass and you shift closer to touya, nuzzling against him, trying to steal some of his ever present warmth. in response, he pulls you closer, wrapping both his wiry, ink-covered arms around your dozing form, murmuring out some sleepy, incoherent nonsense as you lay your head against his chest, listening to his heart, the steady rhythm of it lulling you back to sleep. he takes a deep breath, chest expanding against you before retreating back again. you snuggle even nearer to him, chasing after this closeness that you've come to rely on so much.

“so cold…” you eventually mumble, shifting yet again and stirring touya further awake, until you finally lift your head to gaze out the bedroom window, squinting as the winter’s sharp brightness fills your vision to the brim. at first, you’re confused, wondering why the world beyond the bedroom is flooded with so much white, but then you remember the weather forecast you’d heard in passing last night while you and touya had been cooking dinner together and it hits you.

"touya..." you whisper following a small, excited gasp, gently trying to shake him further awake. "touya— look, look!"

grumbling upon being forced the rest of the way awake, he lifts his head, hair all tousled and thrown into even more disarray than usual as he cranes his neck to see out the window.

when he doesn't seem to engage in the same enthusiasm as you do, you say, "it snowed!" as if he's missing the point and you're helping him understand. as if something truly unbelievable— something extraordinary— occurred in the night and you're the first living soul to discover it.

touya mumbles something you don't quite catch (though, in hindsight, sounded a lot like "congratulations" frosted over with thick, slurred sarcasm) as he flops his head back down against his pillow and turns onto his side, making it clear he'd like at least another half an hour of rest before rising for the day.

you both have today off from work, after all.

it's not very often that you get to indulge in sleeping in together.

so you let him have his extra thirty minutes, forcing yourself to return to cuddling up to his side, this time being the one to wrap your arms around him from behind and breathing in deep as the familiar scent of his skin fills your brain with a calming haze. touya reaches to where one of your little hands is resting over his waist and gently grasps it in his own, shifting your arm's position so that it's draped over his bare chest after placing a soft kiss to the back of your knuckles, seeming much more content once he feels your body relaxing against his own once more.

in the end, you both take an extra hour before finally feeling ready to roll out of bed, touya quickly slipping on a hoodie as soon as the covers are gone to shield him from the biting cold he loathes so much. meanwhile, you saunter over to the thermostat and turn it up a few degrees before heading for your quaint little kitchen and putting the coffee on.

"thanks, baby," touya says, the rasp in his voice even more prominent at this time of the morning, as you pass him his coffee, having prepared it in his favorite mug. normally it's him who's in charge of the beloved morning ritual, but now that both of you have learned each other's desired preferences to perfection, touya trusts you to prepare his for him on occasion.

with your own hot drink in hand, you join him on the couch, unable to peel your gaze from the cityscape beyond the window, the rooftops and roads dazzling in the mid-morning's light. meanwhile, touya absentmindedly flips through the channels until he finds the news, which has nearly concluded, only enough airtime left on the scheduled program to catch the end of the week's weather report.

"well, it seems the snow's here to stay," the meteorologist remarks in a chipper tone. "at least, for the remainder of the week..." as he begins to dive into the predicted forecast and temperatures, touya's attention wanders back to you.

"what is it?" he asks. you've been gazing out the window the entire time, your mug clutched between your warmed hands, and you start a little once you realize he's talking to you.

"what? oh—" you hide a small grin behind the cautious sip you take from your mug, buying yourself a moment before answering, "i was just thinking..." touya slightly tilts his head at you, curious. "when was the last time you went out in the snow?"

touya's expression shifts. "went out in the snow...?" he repeats. "well, it snowed last year, didn't it?"

you let out a gentle, tired chuckle and lean forward to set your mug on the coffee table before making yourself more comfortable tucked against his side. "no, i mean, like, really went out in it? like played in it?"

now it's touya's turn to let some minor amusement slip though, one side of his lips quirking up into a crooked smirk. "played in it..." he takes a moment to think.

most of his childhood is a watercolor blur, one memory fading into another and another and another until most of the images are warped and smudged, colors that were once soft and pale soon streaked over with stark crimson and onyx, leaving behind only the feeling. the fear. the trauma. the rage.

his teenage years are slightly more vivid, but so much of it consists of physical sensations, of bruises and beatings and broken ribs, of sharp needles piercing and marking his skin one scar at a time. the danger. the noise. the chaos.

and of course there's the fire, too. the heat. the flames. the fury at which so much of it had burned.

there's the taste of bitter ash and blood in the back of his mouth.

there's the cigarettes and dry pills that stuck in his throat.

there's the words he spit with venom. the threats, the vows of vengeance.

and then, suddenly, after so many tumultuous, terrifying storms, the clouds seemed to part to let in a single ray of light.

suddenly, just when he'd begun to believe all his life would ever be was suffering and the vicious solitude that came with it, then came you.

but, to your question, there is one memory he thinks he can recall. one that's pulled from so far back that he even thinks the other figure present to accompany him in it is his mother, though, now, he can hardly remember her face. he can only recall the color of her hair, as pure white as the freshly fallen snow, and hear her laugh when he'd stumbled and fell into the powdery fluff that came up to his waist at the time, the sound as clear and joyous as a windchime's jingle.

"hmmm... can't remember," he lies with a casual shrug.

one day, he'll tell you everything he can remember about her. but, for now, he'd like to keep such a sacred memory to himself.

another hour comes to pass as reruns of an old reality show you used to love plays on the tv, touya giving a rather amusing, as well as sardonic, commentary as a first-time viewer. by the end of the next episode you both find yourselves in desperate need of breakfast, so you cook together and eat on the couch, continuing with the reality show's throwback marathon, your boyfriend begrudgingly becoming more invested with every episode, despite the fact that he tries to play it off like everyone on the program is stupid in some way, shape or form.

"just admit it," you tease him. "you love to hate it."

"well, yeah," he smirks, guilty as charged. "isn't that kinda the point?"

you chuckle to yourself, glad that he's beginning to see the appeal of trash reality tv. it's fun to criticize the dumb decisions of other people, to say things like "if that was me i would..." or "i can't believe she..." as if you'd ever be in half of the ridiculous situations these people find themselves in. but touya's full of jokes and banter this morning, setting the tone for a good, lighthearted day, even if it's just going to be a lazy one spent inside. but then that feeling tugs at you again, and so you ask touya if he might be willing to indulge you for a walk around the neighbourhood anytime soon.

"why? so you can slip on the ice and sprain your ankle so i have to carry you all the way home?" he sarcastically jokes, only teasing you further when you seem to take offense that he'd think you'd be that careless or clumsy.

you insist you won't slip, that you'll walk slow, that you just want to enjoy the scenery before it's severely trodden over and salted out by the city. besides, the world never seems more quiet or magical than after it's just snowed. even if it's fleeting, you take comfort in that small dose of mystical, childlike whimsy.

so touya gives in. he can't help it, not when you look at him with so much sincerity. after the end of the current episode you guys are watching, you both slip into your snow boots, zip yourselves up into warm, puffy coats, grab your scarves, hats, and mittens, and then it's out into the cold you and touya go.

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despite hating the winter with such a burning passion, touya is actually able to find a few small joys in accompanying you this afternoon. because walking amidst the freezing temperature means getting to hold your hand the entire time. it means getting to watch your face light up when you point out the cute little snow sculptures people have already left near benches or beside storefronts, your cheeks all rosy and eyes sparkling with genuine delight that someone, whether a shop owner or a child, took the time to leave a frosty little friend behind for all those who passed by to admire while the winter’s kiss still lingered on the pavement's lips.

clutching tight to touya every so often so you don’t slip, you make your way to the park where the icicles cling to the statue dancing at the center of the fountain that lies in the heart of the park, her billowing dress of smooth stone sparkling like diamonds beneath the midday glow, a crystal fringe hanging from the hem of her skirt. the water that lies beneath her is frozen solid this time of year, all the coins that have been tossed in and wished upon during the warmer seasons taunting those who come close enough to peer down into the surface.

around the central hub, where buskers will sing come summer and local cafes and bakeries will set up food stalls on weekends in the spring, there are a few different sculptures made of snow scattered about. It looks like so far the miss-mashed little family consists of a dog, a turtle, several misshapen snow-children, and perhaps a bigger, older parental figure of some sort.

you ask touya if you guys should add to the family, and at first he seems hesitant, making a joke about how he thinks the snow-being in charge of so many other, littler snow-babies must have a lot on their plate already.

“then let’s make us!” you say, so genuine in your suggestion that touya doesn't have the heart to turn the idea down. it reminds him how, despite everything he put you through way back when, you were still so innocent after it all. how you haven’t lost those delicate, wondrous parts of yourself that played such a big part in the reason he'd fallen in love with you in the first place.

so, for the next hour or so, the two of you get to work at creating snow-likenesses of each other.

“ok, my hair doesn’t look like that,” touya comments with a chuckle when he looks over to check on your process with his snow figure.

“what do you mean? yes it does.” you respond, unable to contain your laughter as you stick another big icicle into the top of the snowman’s head. you take a peek at his work and then say, now bursting out with a laugh, “and what about me? you didn't even give me any hair!"

he shoots back, saying he just hadn't gotten to it yet, and you pick up some loose snow and fling it towards him, causing him to toss a small, lightly packed snowball your way, which in turn earns him an even bigger one right back, and you both decide to call it quits before things can get too out of hand and your snow people end up caught in the crossfire.

"alright..." touya finally declares, trudging over to you and pulling you into his arms, hugging you tight to his chest as he continues to walk a few lazy paces, making you feel as if you might tumble backwards, though he'd never let you fall. you look up at him, the stark darkness of his inky hair sticking out from the electric blue beanie you'd bought for him last winter standing out against the grey-white sky above. he flashes you one of those devilishly charming smirks before letting you go, yet still makes sure to keep you close. "whad'ya say we go 'n get some hot chocolate or somethin'?"

you reply with a beam and a nod, knowing hot chocolate would hit the spot right about now, and the two of you head downtown to your favorite cafe— touya's cafe, the one he's been working at since leaving his old life behind and beginning this new one with you— where one of his boisterous co-workers, jin, greets the two of you as soon as you walk in and the bell above the door chimes.

"sup!" the older blonde man exclaims as soon as he slides the next hot to-go cup of black coffee towards the edge of the pickup counter and shouts out the name "aizawa", at which point a slightly disheveled and tired looking dark-haired man shuffles forward to claim it as he slips a small tip into the jar next to the cash register. "how you guys doin'?! wha'cha been up to?"

you tell jin, who you've become decently familiar with over the past year, that you and touya went to the park and made snowmen together. jin leans forward over the counter and shifts his gaze from you to touya, who still has the evidence of being hit by a snowball or two clinging to his coat, then back to you again as he whispers, "did you hit touya with a snowball for me?"

playing along, you lean in and whisper mischievously back, "oh yeah, he didn't even see it coming..."

touya and jin exchange some lighthearted smalltalk for a few minutes before jin glances at the clock and says, "y'know what. it's my break. why don't we grab a table for a few?" as he unties his apron and rounds the counter.

there doesn't appear to be anyone else around to cover him, but when you bring this up he assures you that it's been a slow day anyway so it's not a big deal. the three of you chat, banter, and laugh until the afternoon rush begins to pick up and forces jin back to his station behind the counter. he makes you a hot chocolate to go and swears it's on the house when touya tries to pay him for it.

"thank you, jin!" you smile as he slides the paper cup your way before moving on to serve the next customer approaching the counter, warning you that he made it extra hot, just the way you like it.

"see you tomorrow!" jin calls to touya as the two of you prepare to exit the cafe.

"yeah... bright n' early..." touya drones with defined dismay, clearly already dreading having to wake up to an alarm tomorrow morning.

but with that, you and touya head home, you cupping your hot chocolate between your mittened hands, sipping at it cautiously as you walk beside touya, one of his arms slung loosely around your waist, the tracks of your boots nearly overlapping over one another as they follow behind you in the snow.

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once the two of you were home, you'd changed out of your big, puffy coats, hats, scarves, and heavy snow boots, and into more comfortable clothes. it wasn't even dark out yet, was barely four pm, but with the winter weighing the sun down quicker than usual this time of year, you knew it wouldn't be long until the sky began to fade to an even drearier shade, forcing you to fall drowsy soon after dinner.

"pajamas?" touya remarked with a somewhat teasing tone when he saw you pulling your favorite pair of sleep sweatpants from one of the dresser drawers. he was leaning in the bedroom doorway, arms crossed over his chest, the wild spikes of his hair only somewhat tamed flat in certain areas from where his beanie had fought to wrestle them down. "hope you're not plannin' on tappin' out on me already."

you shot him a playful smirk from over your shoulder and hummed out a mischievous little note before turning from the dresser and beginning to peel off the several layers of your outdoor clothes. "course not..." you replied, though, you couldn't guarantee you wouldn't give in to the urge to rest your eyes if you found yourself cuddled up to him on the couch later, which was, as you both knew, fully inevitable.

he watched as you pulled one shirt over your head, then another, not even trying to hide the way those striking blues scanned the exposed skin of your half-bare body, his gaze half-lidded and hungry. you could sense it in him, could guess what sorts of ideas were playing through his head right about now, but you forced yourself to act none the wiser. at least, for the time being.

"can i borrow one of your t-shirts, pleeeeeaaaaase?" you asked with a sugary lilt to your voice as you sat on the edge of the bed to pull down your jeans and slip on the oversized sweatpants. and, god, the pure, perfected sweetness that dripped from your voice made him crazy. he liked it when you played just as dirty as he did, don't get him wrong, but there was something about the feeling of corrupting such a seemingly innocent, good girl like yourself that never failed to rile him up even more.

touya's throat bobbed with a particularly hard swallow, taking a beat to admire you looking over at him from the edge of the bed, half-dressed, doe-eyed, before pushing off from the doorway and heading to the drawer where he kept his t-shirts, shifting through a few of them before pulling out the one he knew you loved most.

"thank yoooou..." you said, sing-song like, as he approached you to hand it over. he was closer now, his silence only punctuating the fact that he currently saw all of this as one of the many forms of domestic foreplay the two of you had participated in before.

and you, also being well versed in these kind of slow, savoring games you and him had grown accustomed to practicing, only did more to tease him, knowing that, the more you withheld now, the more he would give you later. so you slipped his t-shirt over your head, shaking out your hair from the neck of it, and reached up the back to unclasp your bra, pull it out from underneath, and toss it aside.

why hand over the view you knew he craved when it would be so much more fun to make him work for it a little harder?

"movie?" touya then asked, the insinuation the husky lowness of his voice implied betraying the casual inquiry.

"mm-hmm," you nodded, once again falling into his orbit, magnetized to his touch.

so, while you cued up a film and touya reheated last night's takeout leftovers for the two of you, you also got to work crafting the pillows and blankets on the couch into the coziest arrangement. while you waited for him, already settled into your little nook, you held the fabric of his t-shirt to your nose, the scent of him clinging to it, soothing you, lulling you.

who were you kidding.

once he was beside you, you weren't going to stand a chance at staying awake.

unless he had something to say about it, of couse.

halfway through the movie, you'd finished snacking on the leftovers, calling it an early dinner since you had a feeling after such an eventful day you were going to want to seek the refuge of your bed early tonight, and since it was a film the two of you had seen before, you didn't feel too bad about indulging in the aforementioned resting of your eyes.

it didn't take long for touya to catch onto this, and so he decided it was time to let out some of those pent up ideas he'd begun scheming about earlier...

his hand, which had been resting against the dip of your waist from under the t-shirt, snaked further around your body, taking his time to trace your soft skin with his calloused fingertips, the roughness of them causing a trail of goosebumps to raise over your ribs.

inhaling a long, deep breath, your tired eyes fluttered back open, pupils blown wide with relaxation, even as you squinted at him and muttered with that deviously playful lilt, "touyaaa... what are you doing?"

your boyfriend tried to keep a straight face but one of those up-to-no-good smirks still peeked through, there and then gone again like a wink of light glinting off a sharp object. "nothing..." he lied, the word upturning with blatant mischief. "just close your eyes," he told you, lowering his voice back to a soothing murmur.

you stared at him for a few more seconds, his gaze not moving from the tv as the final act of the film began to play. touya's hand hadn't so much as twitched from where it rested on you now, his warm palm splayed over the area just below your breast, lying in wait until you inevitably let your guard down again.

before long, the sounds from the tv all began to fade into a hazy, incoherent blur of noise as you felt your body sink heavy with oncoming sleep. touya could tell the exact moment that you were falling under, could feel the change in your breathing with your body pressed so close against his. slowly, gently, as if not to wake you, his hand inched further up under your borrowed t-shirt, cupping your breast in his hand, savoring the familiar, soft weight of it.

he was perhaps able to get away with that maneuver for a good ten seconds before you were stirring back awake, at which point you spoke his name in another one of those fake-warning tones, though not before you pressed yourself just that much further into his welcome touch.

once he knew you were fully awake, he became more bold in his ministrations, taking one of the tender buds between his thumb and forefinger, teasing it until it hardened and peaked. you gasped and sighed at the sensation, feeling the warm, pleasant buzz of arousal coming to life at the core of you, shifting slightly to turn from your side onto your back for him, a wordless surrender.

touya was still watching the movie, or at least half watching, only flicking his eyes to you here and there momentarily to gauge your reactions.

he intended to make you work for his attention today, too, it seemed.

it isn't until you let out a soft, delicate whine when he pinches just a little too hard that he locks eyes with you, the blue of his gaze so startlingly striking at times that it still nearly takes your breath away.

"please, touya..." you whimper, face flushed hot and insides flooded with honey-sweet pleasure. "please, i need you to—"

but he's already pulling you up to straddle his lap, handling you like he's the sculptor and you're the clay, like he knows he can mould you any which way he pleases and all you can do is follow his lead and trust the process. only, there's one problem...

"these gotta go," he says, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of your oversized sweatpants. while he's confident there's more than enough room for his hands to work within the confines of them, he'd much rather have options.

but he doesn't have to say anything else. you're peeling them off before he's even finished the sentence to leave them in a puddle of grey, fleecey fabric on the floor. now, in his t-shirt and your panties, these ones of a pale periwinkle lace, one of touya's favorites, the artist can get to work.

the blanket stays curled halfway around your waist, close to joining your sweatpants at the foot of the couch until touya readjusts it, wanting to keep his baby comfortable and warm, watching as a wave of chills raises over your exposed thighs, wispy hairs standing on end.

you lean in to kiss him first but soon he's the one in control. with a strong but careful grip he pulls you closer still, coaxing your legs further apart until your core is pressed hard against the shameless bulge that's quickly formed beneath his own cozy sweatpants.

feeling a spark of pleasure, you whine, touya licking into your mouth to taste the delicious little sound. with one hand secure at the small of your back, the other finds its way between your bodies, grazes against where he can feel you're already wet for him, periwinkle lace unable to hide your want, your need.

"christ..." he breaths, dragging a lithe finger along your pulsing center, feeling you shiver and jolt at such a simple touch.

when his mouth pulls back slightly for your own, you chase after him, your little fingers carding through the inky tufts at the base of his neck, the gentle motions both satiating him and spurring him on.

"don't stop," you nearly gasp as he slips two fingers into the side of the ruined lace, the pleasure so much more saccharine without a barrier, no matter how thin, between you and his skillful touch.

"don't worry..." he nearly growls, every ounce of possessiveness and adoration and impatience and protectiveness colliding inside of him. "i won't."

just like always, it's ecstasy, and he has you coming undone before he's so much as slipped one finger inside of you, your voice clipping off on a wanton moan, the film on the tv all but forgotten. you shudder and tense and a whispered swear is punched out of him at the sight of you, at the feeling of how readily you coat his fingers in glistening slick.

"fuck, baby..." he breathes into your neck. "are you—"

but you cut him off with another kiss, body still buzzing with euphoria before the comedown truly kicks in. after a few moments, touya takes your action as an invitation to keep going, slipping two of his fingers into your soaking cunt with ease, swallowing another one of the sweet little sounds you let out when he begins to stretch you.

as he preps you, taking his time, paying attention to every shudder, twitch, or sigh your body gives him in response, you begin sucking little bruises against his neck, soon having an entire colony of them running up his throat. he's sure jin will tease him about it at work tomorrow and if his boss is around he might give him hell, but it'll be worth it. when it's you, it's always worth it.

touya groans, and you can feel the vibration of it against your lips, nipping him here or there just to keep him on his toes. when you bite, he scissors his fingers just that much wider inside of you, making you whine or wince. it's yet another little game the two of you play; trading pleasure for pleasure and pain for pain, maintaining a sense of balance.

then he's losing his cool, pulling his fingers from you, leaving you painfully empty, but only long enough to push you onto your back and pin you to the couch, impatiently reaching into the waistband of his sweatpants to pull his aching cock free.

you let out a loud, needy moan as he glides his velvety length along your overstimulated core, and all you can do to anchor yourself is to wrap your legs around his waist, locking the two of you in.

touya only intensifies this when he lines himself up with your tight little hole, tells you in a loving whisper to breathe in, then, once you follow his next instructions to breathe out, he buries himself down to the hilt with one harsh thrust and you choke out a sharp cry.

"i know, baby. i know, i know—" he mutters, pressing gentle kisses to your forehead, your temple, all the while massaging soft little circles against your hip to help ease the sudden pain. "god— but you're so good for me..." he continues, biting back a moan as your silky walls squeeze tight around him. "so, so good for me..."

he doesn't wait much longer to start moving. can't, really. he's fought so hard to contain himself that he knows it's not going to take much to have all his own desire spilling over. as his pace begins to pick up speed, you cling to him, wanting him as close as possible to you in every way, and he tries his best to abide by this unspoken request. eventually, every thrust of his hips has your moans crawling higher and higher in pitch, and then you're constricting his cock so hard he nearly stops dead in his tracks, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he lets out a growling whimper, coming mere moments after you do.

and it's so warm here, with him, like this, your two bodies interlocked and tangled together like they never want to be apart again. so you let him stay inside you, paying no mind to the mess between your legs or how there's a slight throbbing ache when he first pulls out.

touya will take care of you, like he always does. before, during, and after.

❆❆❆

the bath runs hot, steam drifting up from the surface, the room fogged over with the scent of the shea butter and vanilla from your bodywash and the candle that was burning. touya ran a wet washcloth gently along your shoulders and back as you leaned forward in the tub, legs hugged into your chest, eyes fluttering closed as you exhale a long, deep breath, sleep once again begging to claim you. it would be so easy to doze off when everything was so warm, so calm.

but you fought to stay awake. at least, until you and touya were cuddled up in bed, ending the day just as it began.

he slowly combed his fingers through your wet hair, carefully tugging a few loose knots free. when he was done, you leaned back to rest against his chest again, taking one of his hands in your own, studying the inked patterns, shapes, and images that ran across his skin as your steady heartbeat fell into time with his. his hands were so big, so beautiful, both slender and rough, long, thin fingers with calloused tips, pale skin stretched taught to show the bones shifting beneath.

eventually, his grip folds over yours, the gentle strength of it only doing more to urge you to let your eyes fall closed, to let his protection envelope you, to trust that he'd watch over you always, no matter what.

but when the water began to run tepid, touya made the executive decision that it was time to get out, dry off, and tuck his baby into bed beside him.

you lay facing each other, limbs loosely tangled beneath the sheets, murmuring the day's final words to one another before submitting to the night.

"touya...?" you muttered, your voice soft and sweet with oncoming sleep.

"what is it, babe?" he asked, his own tone weighed down with drowsiness.

nuzzling in closer to him, you reflected on the day— the brightness of the morning and the excitement it had brought, that childlike wonder that made anything feel possible. the spontaneity of the afternoon,

"nothing..." you grinned, your thoughts fading further and further away. "i just love you, is all..."

touya couldn't help but grin through the dark, smoothing away a few strands of your damp hair before pressing his lips to your forehead. "i love you too, baby..." he sighed, allowing his usually on-guard nature to rest only once you were curled up next to him at the end of the day.

he'd never admit this to you, but sometimes he still had dreams about it all. nightmares. visions his subconscious would torture him with that resulted in a world where he hadn't been able to save you. hadn't been quick enough. hadn't been brave enough. strong enough. smart enough. lucky enough.

he'd jolt awake in the night, heart racing until he felt you warm and breathing, alive and safe beside him.

sometimes you still had nightmares, too.

but, when you dreamed tonight, it would be of pine trees frosted with fluffy, sparkling white and streets painted over with a blanket of powdery down. it would be of the warm hand that held your own, and how your shadows had glittered on the snow.

[schlechtenhunde]

screenshot redraws from the anime.

[tmufruitss]

she won't stop biting her brother's bf