#touya keigo already told me it was you who spread it.

[tofumilkbread]

Look me in the face and tell me UA student!Touya WOULDN'T spread false dating rumors of you and him JUST so that he could tease you and accuse YOU of spreading them like the fucking asshole rich kid he is.

[ectologia]

Can I please make a request? Instead of being told to kill Best Jeanist to prove himself to the League of Villains, Keigo is taken to a room with an innocent civilian and told to rape her. He goes through with it and feels guilty but ends up enjoying it a lot more than he’d like to admit. The nastier the better!

I love this idea! hope it’s nasty enough for you anon ♡

BAD GUY

KEIGO TAKAMI X F!READER + FEATURING TOUYA TODOROKI (DABI)

𝐂𝐖 ♱ DUBCON/NONCON, KIDNAPPING, SHIBARI, CHAINS, VAGINAL BLEEDING, GAGS, BLINDFOLDS, ABUSE, PROFANITY, CREAMPIE

“The fuck you mean change of plan?”

Keigo shifts in his rigid stance, his fingers twitching in anxious waiting.

“Don’t worry ‘bout it pretty boy.” Dabi slings an arm over Keigo’s tense shoulders, hooking the heavy appendage around his neck to tug him along.

The moment the door is swung open, he’s met with the foul stench of stale air and oxidised blood. His nose twitches and curls at the numerous metal chains clinging to the crumbling walls of what he can only assume is some kind of dungeon or torture chamber. His eyes squint at the distorted figure hung against the back wall.

Your broken, bruised wrists twitch in their rusted confines, cuffed to the ceiling where your ankles are collected with them, legs spread and strung open like a dirty fuck-puppet.

Keigo’s eyes follow as he watches Dabi saunter towards you, slapping your inner thigh and jolting you awake. “Got this one special.” he jiggles the ripened flesh, swinging you back and forth in your restraints. “Stretched her out for you ‘n everything.” Keigo’s top lip raises in disgust as Dabi brings two fingers down to press against your swollen pussy lips, spreading the delicate flesh open to give an informative view of your gaping hole, already stuffed with blood and a not so ominous white fluid, dribbling down your puffy slit all the way to your taint.

Keigo stares wide eyed and somewhat disturbed, blinking down at the miniature puddle of semen, tinted red.

Dabi clicks his tongue, sighing. “Well, come on then. This bitch ain’t gonna fuck herself.”

A blond head snaps up, eyes slitted and narrowed. “What?”

A dark chuckle resounds throughout the dimly lit vault. “You heard me, hero.” Dabi circles Keigo like a sickly vulture with a wicked grin, shuffling through his pocket. “You wanna’ prove your loyalty to the L.O.V?” He fiddles with the wheel of his lighter until the wick ignites.

“Fuck her.”

“Who is she?” Keigo snaps back in an instance.

Dabi snickers, eyeing the swiftly burning embers of his cigarette. “How the fuck do I know? She’s just some random chick we picked up. Who cares anyway, don’t gotta know her name to stick your dick in her.” He reasons, smirking behind the smouldering stick tucked between his fingers.

Keigo snarls through grit teeth. “Is this what you meant by change of plan? you want me to ra—”

“Rape her?” Dabi cocks his head with a mocking pout. He takes another lengthy drag of his cigarette before pivoting to face Keigo, allowing the murky tendrils of smoke to encase him in a cloud of grey. “Yeah, I do.” He tuts. “But that shouldn’t be a problem for you, should it Hawks?”

Against his will, Keigo is shoved towards your limp body, flinching. He grimaces as a sloppy string of drool slides off of your tongue, slipping through the metal ring of the gag fitted between your teeth, prying your tired jaws open.

“If you’re worried about your lil’ reputation, don’t. She can’t see you.” He juts his chin towards the stained cloth tied over your eyes, used as a make-shift blindfold.

“You’re a sick bastard, you know that?” Keigo huffs, refusing to acknowledge the pebbled nipples and perfectly vulnerable pussy spread out in-front of him like a fucking buffet.

“You wanna be a villain? Then you gotta’ fuckin’ act like one.” Dabi slumps against the wall, folding a thick arm below his chest.

Keigo scowls, thumbing the leather of his belt. “Alright, you gonna get the fuck out, or what?”

“Nah, boss wants me to watch. Make sure you don’t try anything funny.”

A bitter chuckle escapes Keigo, shaking his head. “Or you’re just lookin’ to get off to this shit?”

“Hey, I’ve actually got better things to being doing then sitting here and watching you fail at lasting more than 2 minutes.” Dabi frowns, flicking at the brittle ash clinging to his cigarette.

The situation isn’t funny, so why does he feel like laughing?

Your ears perk at the taunting clang and zip of a belt buckle being dropped to the ground. Your frantic attempts to pull away prove futile the moment two thickly gloved hands wrap around your thighs, cupping the domes of your ass to bring your pulsing slit closer to his already pumped and steaming length.

“Look at you.” Dabi whistles at the scene. “Already got a nice little boner going on, ready to pound some pussy blondie?”

“Shut up.” Keigo barks over his shoulder, fisting his bobbing cock as he decides the best way to approach.

Does he go in slow and let you adjust?.. Or does he just shove it all in at once and get it over with? short and sweet.. Well, not really sweet but you get the gist.

Is there really any nice way to rape somebody?

He goes for something in between, sheathing himself all the way inside until the chubby tip of his prick prods at your cervix. Your screams are muffled by the silver o-gag separating your tongue from the rest of your contorted mouth, only allowing slips of guttural hums and cries. It’s difficult to fuck your pussy comfortably given how you’ve been practically pinned to the wall, so Keigo makes do, using the stringy chains wrapped around your limbs as a handle to pull you back and forth on his dick while he juts into your swollen cunt.

“Mmh.. Shit.”

He doesn’t want to admit it, but it feels damn good fucking you like this. Completely helpless, hanging from the ceiling with your legs bent backwards all for him to rape and hurt. His rhythm increases in tempo, no longer shy, shallow thrusts but deep, meaningful, powerful ones. He leans backwards, using one hand to tug on your restraints while the other fondles your fat tits and nipples. The flimsy nibs are picked and flicked at, twisted between the rough pads of his leather-clad fingers.

“There you go.” Dabi hums, almost raising a hand to applaud him in his endeavour. “That’s much better. Now slap her around a bit.”

Keigo’s hips falter as he turns his neck to Dabi.

“You heard me bird boy, spank that bitch.”

Keigo huffs. With every sharp blow, a new red and purple mark seeps through the canvas of your delicate skin. Your tits and thighs jiggle against the harshness of his hand, twitching and flinching away from his abuse.

“Holy fuckin’ shit.” he hisses, turning white knuckled as he clamps down harder on the ringing chains holding you above him. “She’s fuckin’ clenching man.”

Dabi nods in agreement, nursing on the damp end of his cigarette.

“Can I nut in her?”

“You do whatever the fuck you want, I ain’t gonna say no.” Dabi laughs. “And she sure as hell ain’t either.” He jabs the smoked pick in your direction before dusting himself clean of it, crushing the paper beneath a thick rubber sole.

“Fuck sake, I’m gonna cum so hard.”

He howls, throwing his head back the moment his cock spurts, pumping your pussy full of hot jizz. He hooks his elbows below your knees, pressing himself into you while he empties his heavy balls into your womb. “Take it, oh yeah, take it girlie. Take it all in that tight little fuckin’ twat.” The rapid shiver of your legs does well to encourage him.

Ropes of sloppy, bubbling white cum spew out onto the floor as he retracts, dripping down with a wet pap.

Keigo turns, gasping and heaving like a wild animal, his red raw cock bouncing against his balls as he moves. “Am I done here?..”

Dabi taps a finger against his chin, blinking up at the ceiling as though deep in thought. “Hm..”

“I think you can go another round.”

[nohoney]

I Just Want It To Be Us - 1.1

note: Part 1 of the Us series which is originally posted on my ao3 here

Us series masterlist

characters: Dabi/Touya Todoroki, Hawks/Keigo Takami

warnings: 18+, drug use, toxic relationships, cheating, angsty-ish

summary:

That question always rang through your mind every time he comes back smelling like one of his side whores and cash in his pocket. He’s your boyfriend but he’s been doing this since way before he met you, and he wasn’t going to stop just because you’re together. It was a condition that you pretty much forced yourself to accept from the very beginning because well… you really did like Dabi that much.

Dabi knows that it makes you upset but he’s not going to stop for your sake.

You know that he won’t.

1.1 ✧ 1.2  ✧ 1.3

Your mother would be so disappointed if she saw you with your current boyfriend.

“Marry a nice man, honey.”

“When you find someone to settle down with, make sure he’s the one.”

“Don’t flit about from guy to guy, it’s not lady-like.”

All these rules your mother set you up with when it came to finding a boyfriend, you knew it came from a good place in her heart. She was only looking out for you when she told you these things but didn’t she get that dating now was different in this age and time? You’re a free person and you can see however many people you want or you could see no one at all and that was perfectly fine as well.

She has a feeling you’re seeing someone but you haven’t confirmed with her. To be honest, you don’t think you’ll tell her anything about your current boyfriend. It would be for the sake of preserving her little, fragile heart. How horrified would she be if she found out her precious daughter was dating the local drug dealer in her college campus?

He didn’t like being called by his surname and he didn’t seem to like being called by his first name either. The first time he speaks in front of your intro to philosophy class, taking it just to fulfill one of grad requirements, he says to just refer to him as ‘Dabi’. It’s curious to the people who don’t know who he is already but who are they to argue with someone how they should be addressed?

So you call him Dabi.

You called him Dabi the first time you spoke to him in class, asking for notes from the day you missed before in class. You called him Dabi when he found you sitting alone in the library and he kicked your chair to get your attention. You called him Dabi the more you spent time together with him, even past the semester once your one shared class is over and final grades were submitted. You called him Dabi the first time he ever rails you on his cock in the backseat on his car.

You almost forget sometimes that his real name is Touya.

In his off campus apartment, he sits in a chair in front of the bathroom mirror and you stand behind him with plastic gloves over your hands, helping him dye the roots of his hair black. The dye stinks, you hate the smell of it, but he kind of suckered you into doing it for him this time. He promised that if you’d help him, he’d sit through one of your stupid romantic-comedy movies you’d been dying to watch for a while. But you had to tack on a condition if he was going to give you an incentive.

If Dabi watched a movie with you and wasn’t entertained by it enough, he’d always leave to smoke a joint and come back high just so that he could get through the rest of the film.

“No break of any kind unless it’s a snack or pee break, you understand me?” you tell him as you put the final layer of dye on his roots. “And no doing it before the movie starts! I want you sober when we watch it together.”

“Yeah, yeah doll. You have my word.” Dabi passively waves his hand at you as he looks down at his phone.

Your eyes casually glance down at his phone screen and see that he’s in his messages app.

Wonder if someone is trying to get him as a connect. You think to yourself as you dispose of the plastic gloves and the remaining hair dye. You’re cleaning up the hair dye tools and open the window to air out the awful smell of the dye, all while Dabi sits in his chair and stares at his messaging app. The sounds of incoming messages from his phone tell you that there’s a conversation going on but his fingers don’t move over the keyboard to respond. It’s not your business how he runs his operations.

“How long do I leave the dye on?” he asks as he stands up from the chair, putting his phone on the countertop, and literally rips the shirt off his body from the neckline down the middle. It’s just a regular t-shirt he bought to protect his skin from the dye dripping onto his body dispensable from the very beginning, but he didn’t have to make a show of it. The shirt drops to the floor in a heap and he kicks it off to the side; you are not picking it up for him.

Dabi’s hot, ridiculously hot, that’s the first thing anyone notices about him. Both his ears have multiple piercings and his nose as well sporting three studs on his right nostril. If he’s wearing short sleeves, the first thing anyone will see that his both arms are tattooed all black, save for where they end, at his hands and shoulders it’s detailed to look like his skin is being held together by staples. On any other person it would look ridiculous to you, on Dabi not so much.

He notices you staring and winks at you, but you scoff at him and push past him to exit the bathroom. “You know how long it stays on, you’ve done this plenty of times before by yourself.”

“I like it when you tell me doll.”

Ah Dabi could be so charming when he felt like it.

You roll your eyes at him but peck him on the lips. “Shut up, I’m going to order in some food for dinner today.”

“Wow, ordering in for dinner tonight. Such housewife material (Name).” Dabi pokes fun at you.

“And you’re going to be the perfect husband Dabi.” you tease back.

You’re not certain if Dabi is long-term boyfriend material, you’ve only been dating for about five months. It’s not a long period of time you’ve spent as boyfriend and girlfriend but you’ve had a lot of fun with him. Although you have to admit that part of the fun you were experiencing with Dabi was because of what he’s introduced you to.

Before Dabi, you’d only smoke a little bit of weed every once in a while or take the occasional edible to wind down. You never had your own stash of it, you’d only partake if a friend supplied or if you were at a party. There was no point in having your own selection if you didn’t really partake in it that much. You were okay with smoking from a joint or a bong every once in a while, maybe take an edible if you wanted something a little stronger than smoking flower.

After Dabi you’d indulge in the occasional gram of coke and maybe some ecstasy if you felt like you could afford to take two days off from work for the come down. There were still others you hadn’t given a try yet, like shrooms or 2CB or do a candy flip, but you were slowly working up the nerve to give them a try when you were ready. Dabi offered you a Percocet but god, never again because you were too fucked up the one time you tried it.

You didn’t really think in your life you’d be involved romantically with a drug dealer but honestly it’s not as bad as you thought it would be.

Oh yeah, try explaining that to Mom…

Dab treats you right for the most part, he’s never yelled at you or ever taken his anger out on you either since dating each other, he just sells narcotics on the college campus and he got you into it too, it’s not a big deal. It helped that Dabi took it easy on you rather than just pushing you to do more than you were comfortable with. The first time you were curious about coke, he made you a little thin line of it and it took you more than an hour to decide you were ready before finally snorting it. After that first one, he let you decide how long and thick you wanted your lines to be. He’d cut it nice and neat for you and point to which one was yours to take. Coke felt good but the drip was disgusting in the back of your throat.

Speaking of disgusting…

“Hey, it should have been long enough so wash that gross stuff out your hair and let’s eat dinner.” you called from the kitchen as you plated the takeout food that arrived not too long ago.

You and Dabi sit at his little dinner table with the television streaming some random drama for background noise. Dinner topics for the evening range from school, homework, family news if there is any, and when to coordinate seeing each other next in between classes and your part time job. Conversations go smoothly and you’re cleaning up the kitchen when Dabi comes up behind you and presses a kiss to the back of your head, nuzzling you as you wipe the plates you just ate off of. You feel a sense of dread because every time he does that it means…

“Hey, there’s a house party this Saturday and I gotta work.”

You bite your tongue inside your mouth and exhale through your nose.

He has to work so he’ll be gone for a while, has to disperse his inventory and has to please his regulars as well as find any potential new customers.

If it was just selling, it wouldn’t be an issue.

The real issue is that you know he fucks some of his female customers. No no no, they don’t just get free coke or acid or whatever they’re asking for by spreading their legs for Dabi. He still expects cash as payment, but if he thinks they’re pretty enough then he doesn’t mind getting something extra aside from money after a sale. He’s handsome so why wouldn’t someone want to hop on his lap and go for a ride?

Dabi saves you the trouble by just being upfront about it, swears to you that you’re his favorite and that he only sees the other girls if he’s making a sale, they’re just customers. He goes to them, he goes to their location and fucks them where they meet him. None of his side whores have ever been brought back to his place, not like how he lets you in so easily when you knock on his door. He doesn’t take them out or treat them sweetly like he does with you; it’s just a sale and a fuck. It still doesn’t matter to you though, it still makes you jealous. It makes you clench your jaw in anger and want to just deck him right where his nose piercings are.

You’re his girlfriend but did that title mean anything if he was still going to sleep with other girls?

That question always rang through your mind every time he comes back smelling like one of his side whores and cash in his pocket. He’s your boyfriend but he’s been doing this since way before he met you, and he wasn’t going to stop just because you’re together. It was a condition that you pretty much forced yourself to accept from the very beginning because well… you really did like Dabi that much.

Dabi knows that it makes you upset but he’s not going to stop for your sake.

You know that he won’t.

“Fine.”

━━━━✧

If Dabi gets to fuck other girls then surely you have the right to do just the same with boys right?

The thing is though is that you did one time just right before the two of you made your relationship official, you hit up an old fuck buddy of yours while Dabi was out selling at another house party in the middle of the night. He left a measly text saying not to wait up for him and that he’d see you for breakfast. It would have been sweet if not for the fact that he came to your apartment smelling like another girl, just spending just two hours with you before flitting off into the night. Two hours of him on your sofa smelling like someone else, not even offering to shower to get their stench off, and he did his best to placate you before giving up and letting you stew in your own anger.

So you hit up your old fuck buddy and you go to him, you just get straight to the point when you’re let into his dorm and fuck your frustrations out on him. You intended to go straight back to your home but angry fucking took a lot out on you so you just spend the night there instead. “Don’t cuddle me, I’ll be gone in the morning.” you tell him after patting his cheek and pulling the blanket over your body.

It’s a quarter before eight when you’re trudging back to your apartment and you see Dabi leaning against your front door. You’re going to ask how his night was but he abruptly pulls you to him and growls in your ear to, “Get in your fucking apartment… now.”

He knows you went out to get fucked, doesn’t want to know who you went to.

You and him argue for over two hours inside your home, pacing back and forth in the living room. It’s back and forth of ‘it’s just business with those girls’ from him and ‘why shouldn’t I be allowed to do it to you?’ from you. Dabi says it’s just business and they mean nothing to him, claims to you that you hurt him more because you did it out of revenge. He really got you screaming at him after he said that but he didn’t dare back down. He stands firm and so do you, that really gets him angry with you even more.

He didn’t apologize and neither did you.

You were jabbing your finger in his chest when he grabs you by the wrist, irritation and exhaustion evident in his turquoise eyes. “Don’t fucking do that to me.” he growls at you.

“Get your fucking hands off me Dabi.” you spit back, shaking his hand off your wrist. “Get out.”

“No, we’re not leaving it like this.” he insists. “We’re fucking talk about this.”

You throw your hands up in the air in exasperation. “No, you want to ‘talk about it’ until I yield to you which is never going to happen! We’re going around in circles! You’re not going to be sorry and I’m not going to be sorry!”

A tense stare off between the two of you for a few seconds.

Next thing you know, you’re pulling off each other’s clothes and you’re forced on your hands and knees in your own bed. The only foreplay you get is a few seconds of rough kissing and Dabi spitting on his fingers to prep you as quickly as he can. When he pushes in, it’s rough and a little uncomfortable but you’re quick to adjust to the punishing pace. He pulls your hair too hard, you backhand him in the face, he spanks you until your ass is red and aching, you dig your nails into his back and scratch achingly slow down his flesh to make sure it really hurts.

Hate fucking with Dabi was a whole new level of intensity for you but you keep up with him until it turns into slow love making.

The biting, angry dirty talk from the beginning turns into whining praises; from ‘you spiteful, fucking bitch’ to ‘my pretty, little angel’.

“Fuck babydoll, you know how good you feel? I think I’ve fucked you so much that your pussy’s shaped to take just my cock. This cunt damn near drained me dry but I still want more. Cum on my cock more, tell me how bad you want it.” Dabi whispers into the skin of your shoulder before licking a trail up to your chin and pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“Ugh, baby it’s so fucking good, only you know my body like this. I don’t want it from anyone else but you… shit, I’m going to cum again!” you groan as you clamp down on him once more and your pussy strangles his cock for more cum.

You fall asleep after two hours of fucking, your head resting in the crook of his neck and his arm around your shoulders to keep you close. The both of you are all fucked out but your mind is still fixated on the fight. Despite the intimate sex that’s brought you closer together after rounds of hate fucking, it doesn’t change the fact that Dabi still fucks his customers sometimes and you’re still resentful about it.

“If it makes you feel better then fine (Name), you can fuck who you want.” Dabi says to you when the both of you wake up and are pulling your clothes back on your bodies. “But know this, if you want to be in on this then you’re just going to have to accept that I’ve been doing this since before I met you and it’s not going to stop just because we’re together. So go ahead, fuck who you want but as long as you always come back to me. I always come back to you, don’t I sweetheart?”

You’re smoothing your hair down, taking in his words before looking up at him and asking, “We’re together?”

Dabi’s eyes are full of mirth as he approaches you, pulling you close to his body and squeezing one of your asscheeks in his hand. “You’re my favorite, my number one, I like you (Name). The things I do for you, what I’ve done to you, no one else gets that from me.”

He didn’t apologize and neither did you.

But funnily enough even though he gave you permission to sleep with whoever you wanted, you didn’t really have the desire to do so. He comes to you smelling like other girls sometimes and that should be your cue to go find your own rando to hump on but you just… don’t.

Part of you wonders if Dabi is happy that you don’t go around like he does despite his blessing. You’re resentful towards yourself sometimes that you don’t go out and have some fun with someone else too. He gave you permission so you should take him up on it, that makes sense given the circumstances. Apparently the only thing that was important to him was that he always be your priority the same way that you were his.

Maybe at the time you just wanted the rush of revenge and now it was different that Dabi took that away from you by giving you permission. Maybe he knew that once he gave you the green light that you weren’t going to bother anymore with seeking anyone else out.

You were certain that he was manipulating you but you didn’t have solid evidence so there wasn’t much you could do. What the hell were you supposed to say to him?

Hey Dabi you tricked me into not sleeping with other people?

Dabi did always give you a heads up at least when he was going out to sell and he always tried to make you happy when he comes back. He offers to order in your favorite food, bring your favorite bottle of alcohol with your favorite juice to chase, eat you out until you’re a quivering mess on his mouth, or nudges half of a tablet of ecstasy in your hand and says that he just wants to put on music and house roll with you.

It still doesn’t change that you get jealous no matter how many sweet things he does for you.

But you like him enough to deal with his shenanigans… just barely.

━━━━✧

“Why don’t you come with me?” Dabi asks you as soon as you’re back from work. You’re tossing your purse onto your sofa and drop your body onto the cushions, your head in his lap and seeking his warmth. His hand goes to your head to start massaging your scalp, his fingers working magic and making you groan in pleasure. “Come with me tomorrow doll.”

You roll your eyes and turn your head to look at whatever show Dabi was watching while he was waiting for you. “To watch you flourish your business? I don’t think so. I’ll stay behind like I usually do.” you scoff, pressing your cheek against his leg and sighing.

He’s never asked for you to come along before, he doesn’t need the distraction of babysitting you. You wonder what’s caused him to ask you to tag along.

“Come on doll, just come along. Odds are I won’t be coming back the night of the party and Keigo will be there tomorrow, he can keep you company.”

Ah you loved Keigo, he was the only one that Dabi really considered to be a friend to him. Maybe it was because he could keep up with your boyfriend in regards to their drug consumption but you could see that they had a bond beyond just getting high together, more than just pills or powders or tabs that keeps them together. Together they both seemed like laid back individuals but Dabi only seemed laid back due to how apathetic he was whereas Keigo was actually a chill person because that’s how he actually was, it wasn’t just the air about him that made him seem so.

You loved being with Keigo, he always spoiled you silly and made you laugh.

“I don’t know, what exactly will I get out of it?” you shrug your shoulders and huff out quietly.

Suddenly two little baggies come into your view, one filled with white powder and the other with a little pink tablet. “Is this supposed to be a bribe to get me to come along?” you ask, staring at the bags and not bothering to take them from your boyfriend’s fingertips. You won’t lie that it is a little bit tempting, just a little bit.

“Maybe so, you know that my merchandise for you is discounted doll. Nothing but the best for you, my shit is always clean.” Dabi shakes the little baggies as if the contents are going to be more enticing if he does so. There’s definitely a big truth to what he said, the quality to his inventory is nothing less than superb. It’s why his clientele always kept on coming back to him but the absolute best was either for his favorites or it was apart of his own personal stash.

You’re staring hard at the baggies and start debating in your mind. Dabi would still give it to you even if you insisted that you stay home but there was no fun in doing it alone. You had some friends that could help you kill the coke if you asked them over but god forbid they start feening, that’s when they became difficult to deal with. There was no point in you holding onto them either if you weren’t going to do anything with them right away.

Since Keigo was going to be at the party tomorrow and if Dabi was going to give the baggies no matter what…

“Alright, only since Keigo is going to be there. Nothing else.” you give in and pluck the two baggies from Dabi’s hand and sit up on the sofa. “Now how much do I owe you for your merchandise sir?”

Dabi smirks at you as he crawls over you until you’re lying flat on your back, like you’re his prey and he’s the predator. “Just your usual payment madame, if you please.”

[kats-baku1999]

Little Lies, Part Five

Warning a little smutty (not full on smut yet you animals) is in this part

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The car ride back to my apartment was not as uncomfortable as I thought it would have been. We actually talked to one another. He filled me in on his career, and what he’s been doing since we graduated. When we got the apartment I let him inside, and he looked around for a little bit. Till he found the manuscript. We stopped speaking at that point, as he flipped through the pages. After an hour or two, and no words he set down the pages.

“If you want to keep reading the rest later, you can take that home?” I offered and he just continued to look at me. Standing up from his side of the table. He came behind me, and leaned down into my ear.

“You still remember those intimate moments so vividly?” He whispered in my ear, and I felt myself start blushing furiously. That was the part he got to?

“Well, uh,” I whispered, trying to ignore his breath fanning over my ear, “How could I forget when they’re one of the few intimate moments I have?”

We both froze at my words. Todoroki let out a low chuckle, his hands making their way to my shoulders. He was rubbing them gently, his grip a little firm.

“Don’t tell me I am the last one who touched you?” Todoroki’s voice sounded a little too full of himself for my liking, so I got the idea to knock him back down to size.

“Actually, Kaminari was,” I smirked, and his hands stopped moving. Just a firm grip was left on my shoulders.

“Denki Kaminari?” His voice was low, almost a growl. It was no secret the two hated each other after everything that happened. They continued this feud for the rest of that last year of school. Kaminari always doing his best to get under Todoroki’s skin. Todoroki always falling for it, and trying to fight him. I’m pretty sure they had actually gotten into a physical fight at one point.

“Yeah, we have a deal that when we are both single, we can use each other whatever way we see fit,” My voice was taunting him. His grip on shoulders got a little tighter with my words.

“Does he make you feel good?” He growled, his hands beginning to trail down the front of me. His hands hesitating right above my breasts. I knew my next few words would determine how this would go.

“Fantastic,” I answered back. My chair was yanked back, and turned to face him. He knelt down in front of me, so we were at eye level with one another. Looking over my face a few times, he was smirking, and his eyes were darker than I had seen before.

He dragged his hands up my bare thighs, gently. I shivered a little bit at his touch, instantly regretting not changing out of my skirt. He used his hands to spread my thighs apart. He let out a guttural sound from his throat as he pushed the skirt up a little bit, revealing the lace underwear I had been wearing.

“Were you waiting for Kaminari with these?” He whispered, laying his head against my thigh. He used his finger to trace my upper thigh, smirking as the goosebumps appeared on my skin.

“N-no,” My voice stuttered as his finger lightly danced over my covered folds, “They don’t give me panty lines,”

“It would be better if you just didn’t wear any,” Todoroki let out a small laugh, before biting the inside of my thigh lightly. I bit the inside of my cheek to stop a moan from coming out of my mouth, clearly it wasn’t enough considering he still sat up to look at me. Shaking his head he just laughed again.

“Honestly (Y/n) you don’t have a good poker face, and you are practically soaked through your underwear right now,” Todoroki grinned, leaning down into my face again, “Just say the words and we can fix this little problem for you pretty girl,”

I looked over his face, taking in everything about him. The last thing I wanted was to give him the satisfaction of giving in. I knew that his smug look would only get worse. I also knew that getting myself off wasn’t going to cut it tonight. Did it count as hooking up with your ex if he was never officially your boyfriend?

“You’re thinking too much,” Todoroki sighed, standing up straight. He started walking towards the door. I stood up from the chair and walked over to him.

“There you go, giving up again,” I grabbed his shirt, pulling him down into a kiss. Todoroki was hesitant at first but quickly began using more force. He had pushed me up against the edge of the couch, taking my face into his hands as he kissed me deeper. When he pulled back, a small line of spit came with him. He groaned yet again.

“Remind me to thank Kaminari for teaching you how to kiss like this,” Todoroki smirked before attaching his mouth to my neck, nipping and sucking at every part of my skin he could reach.

“He taught me a lot of other things too,” I teased, and he just let out a disappointed noise. Before pushing me backwards, I was now laying down on the couch. Todoroki watched as I adjusted myself and watched as he stripped down in front of me, “What’s the matter Todoroki, skipping the role play already?”

“Did Kaminari need foreplay to get you off?” Todoroki challenged, and I just blushed furiously. A little angry that his rebuttal was correct. Kaminari was one of my best friends now, and the foreplay with him was always great, the sex in general though wasn’t as spectacular. Still though something about the way he was acting just wasn’t settling right with me.

“Do you think that’s what we’re doing, jumping straight into sex?” I laughed, as he paused taking off his belt. He looked at me with confused eyes, trying to read my face.

“Is that not what’s happening here?” Todoroki scoffed, his voice filled with nothing but arrogance.

“You know, I don’t think it is now,” I shot back, standing up from the couch and adjusting my clothes.

“What’s the problem?” Todoroki slid his shirt back over his head, staring at me. I looked back at him, feeling a bit of anger build in my stomach.

“I’m not just going to fuck you on my couch like some random ass hookup, like we don’t know each other?” I walked over to the kitchen, getting down a cup for water.

“To be fair we don’t exactly know each other anymore (Y/n),” Todoroki’s voice was harsh, and it made me freeze in my tracks. That little out of anger ignited into full on rage at the snide remark.

“And who’s fault is that?” I slammed the cup down, turning to face him again, “Who was the one who just let me get in that car that day, and never once tried to explain themselves?”

“Wait seriously, you’re angry I didn’t explain myself?” Todoroki looked amused, “You’re so damn stubborn you wouldn’t have let me explain, and when I did you pushed me away?”

“You know what no,” My voice was still in a yell, “I wasn’t expecting you to drop the love bomb on me?”

“Oh fucking forgive me for falling in love with you,” Todoroki walked over to grab his coat.

“Read the last page.” I demanded, pointing to the manuscript that was on the table in front of him, “Read the last fucking sentence on that page,”

Todoroki looked at me, and looked down at the manuscript before picking it up and flipping to back of it. His eyes scanned over the page, before widening a little bit. It looked as if guilt was starting to wash over his face.

“Out loud.” I demanded again, and he just looked up at me. Before looking back down to the page again and taking in a deep breath.

“So there she stood, against his locker, waiting for an explanation that would never come,” Todoroki whispered, “When were you?”

“The last day of school, I slipped a note telling you to meet me there before graduation, explaining that I wanted to hear you out and if you wanted to explain yourself, that we could make it work,” I lowered my tone, “You never showed though, just left me waiting for you,”

“Touya pulled me out of school early that day,” Todoroki sighed, setting the book down, “We were going to visit Mom together,”

The tension in the room slowly faded away. We both looked back and forth at each other.

“So you never got the note?”

“No, I never got the note.”

He stared at me for a second. Before nodding, and rubbing his hand over his face. He walked out of the apartment without another word. As the door slammed I felt the tears start streaming out of my eyes. Watching my last chance to say what I needed to say walk out the door again. I pulled my phone out, wiping the tears off my face. I clicked the first contact that came to mind.

“Hey this is so random, but do you uh think you could come over?”

—-Todoroki pov—-

I let out a groan and threw myself down on Touya’s couch. Both he and Keigo stuck their heads out from the dining room. I could feel their eyes burning in on me. Soon enough they were standing over me, both of them glancing from one another to each other.

“You smell like a bar and (Y/N)‘s perfume?” Hawks whispered, as if I was delicate. Which earned him weird looks from both me and Touya.

“Do I even want to know why you know that?” Touya laughed, staring at his soon to be husband like he had grown five heads. Honestly I was giving him the same look.

“Well I work with her and I you know, smell her a lot?” Hawks looked flustered, knowing there was no way to word it correctly, “Okay, you know what? I am going to leave you two to brother things out,”

Hawks flipped us both off, and gave Touya a kiss before walking away. Touya looked at me, and awkwardly scratched the back of his neck. He moved my feet, more like smacked them out of his way. He sat down where my feet once were, and I sat up on the opposite end of the couch.

“So, little Sho, my brother, the baby of the-”

“If I tell you what happened will you quit?” I groaned, looking over at him. He laughed a little, nodding his head.

“Remember the day we decided to mend our relationship? The first day we actually hung out together before going to see mom?” I looked down at my hands.

“Yeah, because you flipped me off when I called you sweetie and told you that you forgot your lunch?” Touya snorted at the memory.

“She left a note for me that day, in my locker, after shooting me down, telling me to meet her back there after the graduation ceremony,” I looked over at Touya, who let out a low whistle.

“After I got you early?” He sighed, and I nodded, “Shit, I’m sorry Shoto,”

“Don’t be, I’ll deny it if you repeat it, but I don’t regret hanging out with you that day, it restarted our relationship,” I looked over at my brother who was smirking, “But now she thinks I just left her standing there, rejecting her for rejecting me,”

“Okay I am going to tell you a fun story,” Touya interrupted, “You know I punched bird guy in the face once?”

“What?” I looked at him like he was insane.

“Yeah, you see he was a stubborn man, and after my first boyfriend and the rejection from our dear old father, I was an absolute asshole,” Touya looked over at the picture of the two of them, “But Keigo saw the better side of me, even when I couldn’t see it in my self,”

“Where are you going with this? Other than confirming you used to be a dick?” I questioned, and earned a middle finger from him.

“You were an asshole back then, but this girl writes about you as if you were anything but that, even when you hurt her she still wrote you out to be this damaged boy, who was a human somewhere in there,”

“Hm, I didn’t really catch that, I got a little distracted,” My comment earned a punch in the arm from my older brother, who was glaring at me.

“Trust me I had to read all about your little couch encounter,” Touya sighed, “That’s not the point Shoto, just talk to the girl, and actually talk to her not try and fuck her you idiot,”

“How do you know I-”

“You have the face of a man who was given the good ole blue balls, and a cute little hickey right there,” Touya flicked it as he stood up. Walking towards the hallway to go to his shared bedroom.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket, and scrolled to her contact. I hesitated for a second before finally hitting the call button. This was the defining moment.

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Parenting (DabiHawks/TouKei)

Touya and Keigo are both lenient parents, but sometimes Touya needs to become the bad cop. Keigo easily agrees to everything their son says, and sometimes Touya has to stop to it.

One time, their son Akari felt his wings tingle, which excited Keigo. He wanted to stretch his wings which were fine until the eight-year-old boy saw a bird kick its baby out of its nest to learn how to fly.

Akari turned around to look at Keigo with sparkling eyes, "Papa, I wanna try,"

Keigo beams, "really? you wanna do it at the Hilton Fukuoka Sea Hawk?"

Touya's jaw drops after hearing what Keigo said, "you can't be serious,"

"What? It's a good opportunity for him to learn to fly," Keigo says with a shrug, but he immediately stiffens when Touya gives him a smile that says, 'take that back,' accompanied by the smell of smoke.

Keigo gulps and chuckles, "On second thought, I don't think that's a good idea, little bird,"

Akari pouts and stretches his wings, "then can we please just fly outside the house or somewhere,"

Keigo turns to look at Touya for permission, "sure, but don't kick him off a goddamn building, understand?"

Keigo nods and lifts their son off the floor before taking flight off the balcony.

The night proceeds with peace, with Touya checking in on them by randomly calling. It sounded like Keigo kept his promise of not kicking their son off a building to teach him how to fly. But he was wrong.

The show he was watching was interrupted by a sudden news flash of Pro Hero Hawks kicking a child off a building. Touya immediately sits up straight and watches with his heart in his throat how their son was falling off the fourth tallest building in Fukuoka.

"Come on, spread your wings," Touya whispers repeatedly and releases a relieved sigh when Akari opens his wings and starts to fly.

Touya watches as Keigo jumps off the building and chases after their son, who's expertly flying around the night sky. He can feel himself seething when Keigo smiles and waves at the camera before landing in front of the news crew with Akari in his arms.

"What are you guys doing out here? There aren't any villains around or any fights to report," Keigo asks while Akari flaps his wings in his arms, "Woah, calm down, buddy,"

"We actually made the emergency broadcast when we saw you kick a child off the building," The news anchor informs Keigo making his face go pale.

"I was teaching my son how to fly," Keigo answers, "do you mean you broadcasted this on national television?"

The news anchor answers, and a wave of horror flashes through Keigo's face as he mutter, "please don't watch," like a mantra.

"Who are you talking about, Hawks?" The news anchor asks, but Keigo just answers by shaking his head, saying, "It's nothing. By the way, it's time for us to go. Someone's waiting at home,"

"Wait, Hawks-" The news anchor calls out, but Keigo had already taken flight.

Keigo flies to their home with his heart pounding fast, hoping that Touya isn't mad. But as he slowly arrives, he sees Touya's figure standing on the balcony with his arms crossed and eyebrows furrowed, looking like he was ready to yell at Keigo.

"So, you weren't going to do it, huh?" Touya asks the moment Keigo's feet touch the balcony.

"I'm sorry, Akari really wanted to try it, and I couldn't resist," Keigo answers.

Touya glares at Keigo while Akari just stands between them, too busy with his tingling wings to listen to his parents.

"Well, if you couldn't resist, then maybe you won't mind sleeping in a hotel tonight because I couldn't resist this growing urge to burn your wings tonight," Touya says and ushers Akari inside their home.

"But-" Keigo tries to reason, but Touya already has his back on him, "good night, Keigo," and with that, Keigo's left with no choice but to sleep in a hotel.

You'd think Keigo would learn his lesson after that incident, but no. One evening, everyone was gathered on the living room couch when a commercial for fast food played. Akari's stomach grumbled and says, "can we have chicken nuggets for dinner?"

Keigo ruffles Akari's hair and smiles, but before he could even answer, Touya speaks, "we can't,"

Both turn to him with wide eyes and asks in unison, "why not?"

"Keigo, why are you even asking?" Touya asks in annoyance, "you should know why,"

Keigo stares at him cluelessly and blinks, making Touya roll his eyes, "Akari, we don't know if your body would be the same as daddy's or papa, so you have to eat your vegetables and stay healthy,"

"But-" Akari tries to reason, but Touya lifts him up, puts him on his lap, and explains, "Daddy can't do a lot of things because he has a weak body. We don't know if you'll take after me, so we have to eat healthy to make sure you grow up healthy,"

Akari pouts, but he still nods his head, "okay, daddy,"

Touya smiles and pulls Akari into a hug, "I'm sorry for denying you your chicken nuggets, but we have to make sure you're healthy,"

Akari nods and stares at Keigo with pleading eyes. Keigo tries to avert his gaze, but the stares were burning his conscience, so he detaches a feather and tries to sneak a call.

"Keigo, don't even try, or you'll sleep on the couch tonight," Touya threatens, making Keigo stiffen. He retracts his wings back and mouths, "I'm sorry bud. I don't want to sleep on the couch tonight,"

But after Touya had fallen asleep, Keigo calls a delivery and asks Akari to eat with him in the kitchen.

"Don't make any noises, Akari. We don't want to wake daddy, okay?" Keigo asks, and Akari nods while zipping his mouth.

Keigo and Akari were silently eating beside each other. They'd whisper random stories from time to time, and when two hours passed without Touya coming out, they started to talk more casually.

After another hour had passed, Keigo tucked Akari in his bed, told him good night, and enters their room with Touya reading, leaning on their headboard while reading a book.

"So, how were the chicken nuggets?" Touya asks and smiles.

"I'll sleep on the couch tonight," Keigo says as he tries to avoid an argument.

"Make that a week for sneaking behind my back," Touya adds. Keigo turns around to plead, but Touya said, "try to negotiate and make that a month,"

"Okay, I'm going to sleep. Good night, Touya," Keigo says and sleeps on the couch.

But despite all these incidents, Keigo never learned his lesson.

--*--

I also have this posted on Twitter.

[1-800-sunset]

Rei was the goddess of ice and snow. With great peace and beauty she painted towns with a gentle snow in winter. She was a beloved goddess to many people and towns with temples built in her honor and celebrations. However when she was forcefully married Enji the god of fire. He wanted her to bear his children so that they could become powerful gods, and her titan parents wanted to tie her down so that she may not realize how powerful she could be. After her marriage, her winters were harsh and unforgiving. Rei was treated terribly by her husband and wept for her children that were forced to train their powers too young and when they couldn’t do what their father wanted he punished them. 

Touya was the oldest and he had inherited his father’s red hair and turquoise eyes, but his fire was brighter and hotter than his father’s. However he was stubborn and resented his father, leaving him to be banished from the pantheon as a lone god of chaos flames and cremation; hair turning a charcoal black. Fuyumi was her second oldest, with hair as white as Rei’s but steaks of red from her father and eyes a gentle grey. She had inherited Rei’s ability to frost the trees and grass but because she held some of her father’s heat she could not command the ice as well as her mother. Natsou, her third oldest, shared her white hair and grey eyes as well. Natsou created such beautifully made snowflakes, each one unique. He held the same resentment towards his father as Touya but after the banishment of Touya distanced himself from the pantheon but never gave up his role. Now her youngest Shoto had split hair red on the right side and white on the left. His eyes were heterochromatic as well with one grey eye and one blue eye. He was the one who had inherited both his parents abilities. With his left he could command the ice and snow as well as his mother and with his right he could control flames. He was the most powerful of her children.She was forbidden to see them during their time of training. Which only fueled her anguish and fed her winters.

 She was stuck in a loveless marriage and missed her children growing up. But she didn’t notice that her winters were wiping out crops that people need and temperatures were always so cold. Many people died because there was no warmth  to keep them alive. The people did not know what to do and believed they had done something to upset the goddess of snow. It was until a village decided that perhaps a virgin sacrifice would please her to end the harsh cold that has already taken too many souls. So they raised a young man with beautiful red wings that was given the title Hawks to be that sacrifice for the goddess. It was on his 23rd birthday that the time came. His birthday was on the 28th of December which was towards the end of the first month of winter. They took him to a pristine white quartz temple which was built in the snow goddesses honor. Rei was aware that there was a presence in one of her temples and decided to check in and watch from afar. It has been awhile since she had anyone come visit her temple. There was a circle of sigils and offerings with a young man in the middle and a cloaked person standing over him chanting with a dagger in their hand.

The young man looked like he was the child of the sun. Hair and eyes both shining gold, beautiful scarlet wings draped behind him, not to mention his eyes had the markings of a bird. Although Rei thrived in the night and was her sacred time of the day, she could see his beauty. The morning and sun were too intense and blinding for her, but this child of the sun radiated a gentle warmth. The same warmth she received from her children. But his eyes were not filled with that Same warmth; they looked sad as if someone had stolen his sunlight and pocketed. 

He was sporting white silk robes with a gold trim falling down his shoulders revealing sunkissed tan skin; those were traditional robes for a Virgin Sacrifice. A crown of Rindou flowers on his head. The Rindou were her sacred flower indicating this sacrifice was for her. She couldn’t let this man die because of her. It was unfair to end this man’s life who hasn’t wronged her in any way. It was her fault that the humans believed they had wronged her. She had to intervene. Enji had once told her that she was a weak woman with a bleeding heart. But she would no longer listen to that man. Rei was going to take back her own life.

Before the dagger was swung down ready to pierce the heart of the young man, she turned it into a pure white dove. With a strong yet soft voice she commanded the group to leave  the temple and let the man stay with her. Once it was just the blond she emerged from a pale blue glow, she was tall and in long elegant dark blue robes with beautiful white snowflakes dancing around her. The man’s golden eyes widened in shock and bowed before her.

“Please forgive me, my child. It was my fault that your people thought they needed to sacrifice your life for the sake of survival. I will give you the freedom that was taken from you, you are to do as you wish from now on.”

“My goddess before I was taken by the mages my family worshipped your husband the god of fire but I have been raised to worship you. You are my patron goddess. Although I am grateful that you granted me freedom I wish to become your servant. I have nothing left for me here. I might as well do something for you”

Rei wasn’t expecting for the young man to look at her with such a warm gaze. She thought he should be angry with her for almost costing him his life. But here he was offering to be by her side. It’s been such a long time since someone had said she was their patron goddess. Most people have decided to worship Shoto if it came to offerings to the cold. Rei sees that this man has suffered but she could not bring the mortal with her to the Pantheon as much as she wanted to. They didn’t allow mortals to live there only divine entities. Immortality is possible to gain but usually one who has to do a great heroic deed or marry a deity. However she did have an idea to keep him close to her.

“My dove, I can not take you with me. But if you so desire to continue to be of my own I know where to take you. I will make sure that he will take good care of you. But the road is long and you will get tired. The decision is yours.”

“My goddess I would do anything for you. I accept the journey.”

“What is your name, my dove?” 

“Keigo is my name.”

“Rise Keigo for we have a long journey ahead of us. I will guide you.”

That winter was like the ones she had brought before her marriage, with snow falling slowly down from the heavens. From afar she knew Natsuo was creating snow flakes and sending them her way. She felt Fuyumi gently frost grass and trees while Shoto helped create icicles on the branches. Rei knew that Touya must be watching the winter from his home. She knew he always loved the cold. She felt a great deal of offerings of gratitude that winter. 

Rei had Keigo by her side and learned a great deal about him, enough to learn he had a great deal of hardships. She could say that she had become rather fond of him, Rei knew it was going to be hard to say goodbye to the little dove when the time came. She just hoped that her plan would work, she glanced to her side where Keigo had been sitting staring off at the frozen lake. Snow flakes were lightly dusting red feathers but Keigo was unbothered. After all she had blessed him with the gift to withstand the cold and to be able to lower his temperature to keep cool in the heat. Where he was going he was going to need this gift. 

By the time spring was around the corner when they reached their destination. The obsidian temple, were there was torches lit with blue flames. Only Rei and Natsou knew of the hidden temple and of who lives there. Keigo walked the steps behind her, white robes pristine after last night’s washing. The top was part was still fell around his shoulders and a single Rindou was tucked behind his ear. When they entered the main room the slam of the door echoed. Hopefully alerting the owner that he now had guests. A pillar of blue fire erupted from the ground, before a familiar tall man with turquoise eyes and black hair stepped out. She heard wings ruffle behind her.

“Mom?”

“Touya!” She replied before reaching out to hug Touya who looked confused and accepted her hug.

Then he noticed that there was someone else here, Rei pulled away and gently grabbed the blond to pull him closer. Touya scanned the man before him, he was pretty short compared to the two gods. His eyes trail to the blond’s exposed shoulders and collar bones, before graviting to meet the gaze of honey like eyes. Touya would admit he was rather lovely but the real question was who was he and why did his mom bring him here to his temple.

“Touya I know I probably have no right to ask this of you but I do need your help. You see Keigo was going to be sacrificed because of me, and I couldn't just let him die so I stepped in. Now he is one of my own but you know I can’t bring mortals to the Pantheon. So I was wondering if he can stay here year round but I take him for the winter months?”

Touya was going to say no but he knew he couldn’t turn down his mother’s request. He saw how beautiful this winter was and knew Keigo probably had something to do about it. Plus it wouldn’t hurt to have someone around the temple right? Especially someone as pretty as this man. 

“Fine. He can stay here. I assume you already blessed him to be able to handle the heat. Or else he would have burned to a crisp by now.”

Wings fluttered from the imagery, heh, how cute. Rei pressed a cold peck on top of windswept blond locks, tears slightly pricking her eyes. Her heart ached but knew she would be back. 

“I will come back for you, Keigo. You and I will spread the winter when the time comes. Please protect him, Touya. Goodbye my little dove.” She said walking away 

towards the door.

“Guess you have changed mom.”

Rei looked over her shoulder with an amused smile.

“Yes it seems I have.”

After Rei left there was an awkward silence between Keigo and Touya. Touya decided to lead Hawks to a spare room he had. The room itself was far from his own on the other side of the temple. Keigo felt slightly nervous and felt his wings slightly flutter. He knew Touya wouldn’t hurt him, he trusts Rei’s judgment. If she thought this was for the best then he was going to believe her. Touya brought him to a spacious room with a high ceiling and candle chandelier. There was pretty dark furniture and a dimly lit fireplace. The bed was bigger than any Keigo has ever seen, and looked like the sheets were made from a black silk and a sheer light blue canopy. The room looked luxurious and way better than any room the mages have ever given him. He thanked Touya with a gentle smile taking Touya’s breath away. How could one mortal’s beauty rival that of a deity? Touya knew then that he was going to make sure that this mortal would be protected and live comfortably. Later that day he brought the blond a variety of beautiful and high quality robes to replace the one he was wearing.

Touya invites the blond to eat all their meals together in the dining room every day. He tells Keigo that he could go anywhere in the temple, no part is off limits. Keigo rather enjoyed this freedom and wanted to explore as much as he could. Until he stumbled upon a library filled with scrolls and books. So many stories that Keigo has never even heard of. Sometimes Touya would be in the library and the two would talk about anything and everything. There were times they spent almost the entire day talking. Touya learned more about Keigo and how he ended up being saved by his mom. The way Keigo Talked about his mom made his heart clenched and he was glad that she was able to step in and save him. They opened up to each other enough to share past traumas. Keigo eventually wanted to make the temple feel more at home and asked if he could decorate. And Touya lets him do as he wishes, he doesn’t think he could ever deny the blond anything. If Keigo asked him for anything he would bring on a golden platter. The temple wasn’t as big or alone as it used to feel. As the seasons passed their own feelings grew.

With the months passing by, Rei never forgot her promise to Keigo. At the Pantheon, she had stopped letting Enji talk down to her and didn’t let him hurt her. She was more than happy to send cold gusts at him to put out his stupid flame beard or make ice barriers between them. Her children were happy to see this change in her and asked what had happened this winter. She couldn’t tell them just yet. Rei hoped that things were going alright between Touya and Keigo. Before this winter she was always worried about how lonely it must be for Touya to live alone. She just hopes that they were getting along. Maybe something would come out of it, after all the way Touya looked at Keigo did not go unnoticed. 

When it was time she made her way to the Obsidian temple ready to see her son and her dove. She entered the main chamber and saw there was definitely more light pooling in with the curtains pulled back. Oddly enough there were Rindou flowers in vases everywhere. The place looked so much more lively. Touya and Keigo walked down the staircase to meet with her.  Keigo no longer had the white robes, but instead they were a shiny gold with a black sash around his waist. The top still opened, he must just really like wearing them that way. He looked happy and well taken care of. Not that she doubted Touya, he  himself looked content. Before they parted she couldn’t help but notice the pained expression in Touya’s eyes. So there was something going on like she suspected. 

During the winter months, Rei learned of the kindness her son showed Keigo. How he allowed him to decorate the temple and do as he pleased. They ate together peacefully at the dinner table. The two have gotten very close, Keigo confided in her that he indeed had feelings for Touya. He thought she was going to be mad at him but instead she chuckled and stroked his hair. She was truly happy for them. The two travelled the land together again and spread a quiet winter wonderland. The frozen lands looked so serene and magical that it was almost hard to believe that there were ever harsh snow storms. When returning Keigo back to Touya’s care she saw the utter relief and happiness cross Touya’s blue eyes and Keigo’s smile so warm with joy. Rei knew that the two of them would be fine, it wasn’t long before the two entered a relationship in the spring. 

The next year before it was time for Keigo to join Rei for the winter, Touya asked his mother for Keigo’s hand in marriage. As Keigo is a devotee to his mother, he belongs to her. She gives him her blessing to marry him after the winter on the condition that he would continue to come with her for the winter. Touya agreed to terms and when they returned he wasted no time in asking the blond to marry him. Keigo was surprised but accepted as tears welled in his eyes. Touya was incredibly happy and took the bird by the waist and spun him around. 

The two got married in the Spring and invited Touya’s siblings, Rei, and a very small group of gods. That was the day Keigo gained immortality, and his godly glow was a soft gold.  He was wearing a Garland of red flowers upon his head and robes were golden with patterns of red and black birds. His wings shone brightly in his golden glow. While Touya wore a blue robe with the color matching his flames, gold and black thread embroidered a pattern similar to fire along the bottom of his robes and the end of his sleeves. Although Keigo did grow slightly taller both Rei and Touya still had more inches than him. Their marriage marked the day that the two would spend their immortality together. They would never know sadness or loneliness ever again, after all they had each other.

(Honestly I just wanted to write Rei being like a mom to Keigo and then my mind went to a gods au. Then I thought to add a little Dabihawks and accidentally made them have a little bit of Hades and Persephone love story. Hope you enjoyed.)

[nohoney]

I Just Want It To Be Us - 1.3

warnings: 18+, threesome, rough sex, slight dubcon, slight drug use, toxic relationships, angsty-ish

summary: 

“Say his name dove, call out his name.” Keigo’s voice is much more gentle compared to your boyfriend’s. “Touya, say it.”

Touya, Keigo says it so easily. You remember the frown on Dabi’s face when professors would call him by his real name for attendance, clear as day that he hated being addressed by it. No one outside his family calls him Touya except for Keigo… and now you.

1.1 ✧ 1.2  ✧ 1.3

Come downs fucking suck.

You, Dabi and Keigo stay at your apartment to rest up after leaving the party. You feel disgusting being up for so long, you wash up first in your bathroom followed by Dabi and then Keigo. You lend Keigo spare clothes that your boyfriend leaves behind in your home, Dabi already comfortable grabbing what he needs from the drawers you cleared out for his stuff. They tend to you, fuss over you, smother you in affection when you want it and give you space when you’re irritated. You’re not as used to rolling like the two other veterans so your come down takes a little longer compared to Keigo who still popped the other half of his tablet of ecstasy that same night and sobered up much quicker than you did off the two quarters you took.

They press ice packs to your neck and back, trying to cool you down, and get you to drink as much water as you can. Keigo hands you sticks of gum, once again reminding you to unclench your jaw and to focus chewing on the gum while Dabi massages you up and down. You’ve been up for more than 24 hours, your appetite still hasn’t returned yet, but you’re at least feeling half way normal enough where the boys deem it safe for you to sleep off the rest of the come down.

The bed in your room was too small for three people to lay in together, so Dabi flattened your sofa to make it into a bed to fit all of them, a feature you had no idea your sofa could do until he messed around with it one day. Keigo grabs the pillows and blankets from your room to make everyone comfortable. You settle in between them, Keigo on your left and Dabi on your right, and they both send you off to sleep with kisses and saccharine words to lull you.

By the time you wake up, you feel almost normal. You’re craving slightly for more ecstasy but you know better than to ask for more and you still have to remind your body to not clench its jaw so hard. Your teeth ache so much and you wonder what sounds good to eat, probably something soft what with how your jaw feels at the moment.

“Morning doll.”

Dabi’s awake, muting the television and looking down at you, still looking all disgruntled from staying up all night and your body struggling to sober up. He still thinks you’re cute though and he leans over to peck your lips.

“Hm… Keigo?” you ask, stretching your body beneath the blankets.

“Still sleeping, he’s right next to you.” Dabi points out.

True to what he says, Keigo is sleeping comfortably with one hand folded behind his head and the other on his stomach. Even when he’s sleeping, he still poses like a cool guy.

You shimmy over to Dabi, settling your head on his chest and humming in appreciation as he pets the top of your head. It feels like what happened at the house party was so long ago but it only happened just a few hours ago. Your sense of time was really fucked at the moment, feeling like you were in another year and in another dimension. It might be the come down that’s fucking with you too, the mix of alcohol and ecstasy and cocaine is not exactly a good combination. You’re not sure how Dabi and Keigo have been doing this and still function the way they do.

Dabi is silent as he unmutes the tv so he can continue watching his show but his hand hasn’t stopped petting your hair.

The conversation at the party comes to mind.

“Dabi.” you call him.

“Touya.” he quickly corrects you.

So he was serious after all.

“Touya.” you say this time, looking up at him expectedly.

“Yes doll?”

You take a quiet breath before asking, ���You really meant what you said, about me being the most important to you? Does being called your girlfriend actually carry any merit to you?”

Dabi sighs through his nose, hating to have this conversation again, but he does it for you.

“It’s been that way this entire time doll. I told you before, you’re my favorite and my number one, the things I do for you I haven’t done for anyone else before. If I didn’t want you around me then we wouldn’t be doing this right now, wouldn’t have invested all this time and energy on you. You should see how the whores beg me to stay after I’m done with them but I don’t ever. They’re jealous of you doll, they think that buying more from me is going to somehow make me leave you. They’ll OD first before that ever happens.”

You bite back the question that wants to leave your mouth.

But do you have to fuck them while they buy from you?

It’s a legitimate question to put out there but even if you do say it, Dabi won’t relent and he’ll say the same thing all over again just like that first fight you ever had about it. You hate knowing that he has side whores, customers, whatever the fuck they are to him. You hate knowing that he’s not going to stop, even if you ask. You hate it so much and yet you can’t bring yourself to just break it off with him.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

Dabi pulls the blankets off your body and makes you lie flat on your back, whispering more sweet words how you’re so fucking perfect for him, that he doesn’t want anyone else the way he wants you, that he’s never let any of his side whores ever call him by his real name, only you get that privilege. He kisses at your neck, his hands easily pulling your pajama bottoms down along with your panties and tossing them aside. His fingers gently play with your clit, making you whine and turn your head to the side, Keigo still sleeping peacefully next to you.

“Dab-” you stop yourself just in time and address him properly in a harsh whisper, “T-Touya, Keigo is right next to us! Just take me to the bedroom!”

“Relax doll, it wouldn’t be first time Keigo’s seen me get my dick wet. Besides, it’d be pretty rude of us to have him wake up alone. If you want him to keep on resting then you better keep your cute voice down.” Dabi chuckles as he sinks two fingers into your pussy, knuckle deep and so achingly good. He pushes your legs open and palms his cock with his other hand through his jeans, the big bulge straining against the fabric. You eye it hungrily, anticipating the way he’ll stretch your pussy and really make you whine for him. Every single time without fail, every time Dabi fucks your pussy you’re tight at first and then his cock leaves you gaping open by the time he’s done with you. You’re left a quivering mess but you ask for more, beg for more, you beg for Dabi.

His fingers curl into you just the way you like, the way that makes you a babbling mess, the intensity building so much so that you realize-

You grab Dabi’s wrist to still him, eyes pleading up at him. “Don’t make me squirt! Not here! Not with Keigo here!”

A quick dart to the side and you see that Keigo still hasn’t moved or stirred at all.

Dabi tuts in annoyance but acquiesces nonetheless, though not without giving you a penalty.

“Alright doll, prep yourself then. Make yourself nice and stretched out for my cock to rail you.” he commands you.

You widen your legs, careful to not brush them against Keigo, and reach one hand down to finger yourself while the other stimulates your clit. You’ve masturbated plenty of times by yourself to make yourself cum, knowing what you like and where you like it. But it’s different when your lover does it for you, its different when their fingers are longer and fatter, reaching places you’re not able to on your own or without a toy. It’s different playing with yourself with those intense turquoise eyes set on you, it’s different with that long cock just right there in the palm of his hand and your pussy quivering and leaking at the sight of it.

You bite down on your bottom lip and trying to keep all your sounds in. You don’t want Keigo to wake up to how horny and needy you sound for Dabi and you beg once more to be taken to the bedroom.

Dabi just chuckles at how pathetic you sound and slaps your hands away from your pussy, lining himself up against your sweet hole. He slowly pushes him and you arch your back at the fucking stretch of him inside you. “Would you really hate it that much if Keigo saw you like this (Name)? Whining like a bitch in heat and spreading your legs like the little slut you know you are? All those people at the house party probably thought you were a slut, feeling each other up, sitting on his lap and then making out with him before getting switched over to me.”

“We were rolling! I wasn’t-” you try to explain yourself but Dabi hushes you.

“You don’t have to explain yourself to me doll, I’m not mad about it. I thought it was cute that you were all over him. I know the two of you were rolling, ecstasy makes us all extra lovey with each other, but you know that he wants to fuck you too?” Dabi tells you, pushing himself in until he’s balls deep. “He thinks you’re adorable. I talk about your pussy all the time with him. How fucking cute it is, how tight it gets when you get choked, and when you cum all over yourself. He wants to fuck you open so bad.”

Your body quivers as Dabi slowly moves his hips, his cock dragging inside your pussy until he leaves just the tip and thrusts back inside you. “Touya, don’t say that! He’s just a friend!”

“A friend who wants to fuck you.” Dabi snickers at your expression, shocked and embarrassed at the revelation. “I gave you permission to fuck who you want doll, Keigo is not the worst person you could choose. In fact, I’d like it if he were the one to keep you warm for me.”

You can’t believe that your boyfriend is telling you all this while he’s fucking you silly with his closest friend literally asleep beside you.

You don’t want to hear anymore about Keigo, you can barely keep your mind focused as Dabi rails you and you’re trying to keep your sounds in. Dabi won’t muffle you with his hand, he’s loving seeing you struggle to contain yourself. He pushes your shirt up, tells you he wants to see your tits bounce while fucking you. You try to keep in your whines as he shamelessly gropes you, still keeping the rhythm of his thrusts without issue. His hands feel good, one groping your breast while the other plays with your clit. It feels so good and you beg for more as you open your legs for Dabi, your hands holding the back of your knees and splayed open for him.

“You starting to feel good doll? Finally losing your mind over this cock?” Dabi asks with that trademark snarky smirk of his.

“Ugh yes, feels good Touya… I love it! I love your cock!” you whine as your eyes roll to the back of your head.

Now you’re losing it, awash in the pleasure that Dabi is generously bestowing upon you when he feels like being nice. Most of the time he likes to bully you a little and really work you up until you can’t take it anymore. You figure it’s not the case this time considering the fight you had not too long ago, so he’s just trying to make it up to you this way.

He really did suck at apologies.

You hate having to keep quiet like this, you wish that you could just moan out loud but you can’t! Dabi’s fucking you hard and fast, like he’s really working to make you lose your composure but it’s already embarrassing that you didn’t fight Dabi hard enough to fuck you in the bedroom. You yelp when you feel a hard pinch to your nipple and you open your eyes to whine at Dabi but you look down to see an extra hand groping your other breast.

Your head snaps to the side to see that Keigo is awake, fisting his cock with his other hand while the other one is reached over and plays with your tit. Surprise does not even begin to describe what you feel, you’re embarrassed that were caught but you quiver in arousal as well.

“Hello dove, hope you don’t mind but I just wanted a little touch.” Keigo beams a smile at you that leaves you flustered. He’s acting like you just caught him raiding your fridge, so nonchalant like he usually is.

“K-Keigo?! Wh-When did you-! Ohhh, fuck!” your hands drop the back of your knees as your back arches and clench your fists.

“Oh damn, she just came… hard.” Dabi is surprised himself, so much so that he even stopped moving inside you. But the shock doesn’t last long and a laugh bubbles out of him. “I think she fucking likes having you around Keigo.”

“Aw I’m flattered.” Keigo laughs and gives the tit in his hand a little squeeze.

“Y-You two…!” you whine in the condition you’re in and hide your face in your hands.

Dabi just pats your head and looks over to Keigo, nodding his head towards you and asking,”Wanna have a go?”

You clench around Dabi when he offers you to Keigo but he doesn’t say anything of it.

Keigo takes his hand back and waves it nonchalantly. “I think I’m cool with just watching, do your thing Touya.”

“Suit yourself.” Dabi says with a shrug as he reaches for you shirt and pulls it off your body and then throwing it over his shoulder. Next he grabs your wrists, holding them together in one hand and pinning them above your head. He’s left you completely vulnerable and open in this position and normally you’d love it, the power he holds over you and making you helpless mess before him. But it’s different with Keigo right there, his honey colored eyes watching you with an intensity that you weren’t used to seeing on him.

It’s pretty obvious on your face that you’re uncomfortable with an extra set of eyes watching you. You start to squirm as Keigo moves closer to you, sitting on his knees and looking down at you with his hand still jerking his cock. You’re shy now with him so close by, turning your head away and clenching your eyes shut.

As if they’d let you shy away from them.

Keigo grips your chin with his free hand and forces you to look up at the both of them. You can’t shake him off and Dabi holds your wrists tight in his hold; you’re trapped and helpless but it makes you shamefully horny for the both of them.

“Don’t turn away, little dove.” Keigo coos to you.

“Come on doll, look at us.” Dabi grunts as he resumes moving his hips into you. You groan beneath him and still try to wriggle free from his his hold, whining quietly from how powerless you are in this moment. “What are you holding back for (Name)? Keigo’s awake now, you don’t have to keep in your sounds anymore. That was the whole point of you keeping quiet from before.”

Keigo grins at you and tenderly rubs his thumb against your cheek, his hand still holding your chin to keep your head straight forward. “How considerate of you dove, trying to keep in your noises so that I could sleep. Well as you can see I’m wide awake so there’s no need for you to hold back anymore.”

No, no! It’s still too embarrassing! You’re barely still registering Dabi’s words from before, telling you that apparently Keigo has been wanting to fuck you this entire time! Everything is happening too fast and your mind is spinning.

Dabi won’t stand for you to hold back though, when he tells you to stop holding back, you better do as he says. So he puts power into his thrusts, fucking his cock into you so rough and fast that you’re left breathless for a few seconds before finally moaning out loud. Your cries are so sweet to their ears and they encourage you even more, praise you for sounding so cute and being so good for them.

The hand that was holding your chin releases you and once again grips one of your tits, roughly squeezing and adding to the onslaught of pleasure that you can barely withstand.

“I can hear you cumming from here (Name), you sound so fucking wet.” Keigo tells you, fisting his cock even harder. “Are you cumming a lot?”

“Yes, yes! I’m cumming so fucking much!” you cry out as your toes begin to curl in pleasure.

“Who’s the one making you cum so much (Name)? Fucking say it.” Dabi orders you, his thrusts becoming more harsh and the grip on your wrists tightening. He’s getting ready to cum but he needs you to be the one to trigger it. “Say my fucking name!”

“Say his name dove, call out his name.” Keigo’s voice is much more gentle compared to your boyfriend’s. “Touya, say it.”

Touya, Keigo says it so easily. You remember the frown on Dabi’s face when professors would call him by his real name for attendance, clear as day that he hated being addressed by it. No one outside his family calls him Touya except for Keigo… and now you.

“Say it doll, say my name!”

His command is punctuated with a sharp slap to your face.

You’ve always called him Dabi from the very first time you met him. He’s always been Dabi to you, now he tells you that you’re special enough to address him by his birth name, his true moniker.

Dabi.

Touya.

Dabi.

Touya.

Dabi.

Touya… Touya, Touya, Touya…

“Touya!” you cry out. “Touya, Touya, I’m cumming!”

It’s so sweet how you cry out his real name, it makes him all the more enthused as he ruts into you. His cock desecrates you, leaves you in ruin as he jams himself one last time into you, balls deep as he cums so deep inside you and so much spilling out from him that it overflows and leaks out of your abused pussy.

At the same time Keigo spurts his cum all over your breasts, groaning alongside you as well.

It’s a real bonding moment you didn’t expect.

You’re left exhausted once again, this time for completely different reasons. Your wrists are released and you stretch them out languidly, flexing your fingers briefly before bringing them down to your chest. You gather some of Keigo’s cum on the tips of your fingers and bring it to your mouth to sample the taste, humming in pleasant surprise that it’s not that bitter.

Two fingers swipe at the cum leaking out of your pussy and is presented in front of you. You open your mouth and taste the familiar essence of your boyfriend in your mouth, less pleasant than Keigo’s but it’s not unwelcome.

“Looks like you could use some more rest. Go ahead and sleep dove, we’ll take care of you.” Keigo assures you before leaning down and giving you a lingering kiss.

“Rest up doll.”

You hum absently and moan lightly when you feel Touya’s hand caress your cheek, curling into his touch and falling asleep.

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Touya offers his joint to you after he takes a hit but you decline, waving it away from you and leaning against his shoulder. The breeze carries the smoke your way but it doesn’t bother you much, you just don’t feel like taking anything right now. “I need a fucking detox, I still feel like I’m trying to sober up from last week.”

“You didn’t even do that much doll. You got halfway through the gram and only had a half of the tab I gave you from the day before, it’s not much. I say you took it easy on yourself, you could have done more.” Touya tells you, reminding you once again that he has a longer history of drug use compared to you.

You roll your eyes and playfully shove at his shoulder. “I’m still a baby when it comes to this stuff alright. So stop making fun of me, it’s not nice.”

It’s best not to mention that you honestly could have finished up the rest of the gram of coke and the rest of the tab of ecstasy if you hadn’t gotten upset and had that fight with Touya.

Your boyfriend puts his arm around your shoulder to pull you close, his lips pressing tenderly against your forehead before leaning down to peck you on the lips. You get the feeling that he’s still playing the role of the extra nice boyfriend, seeing as he hasn’t gone out as much when his customers hit him up, still trying to make it up to you from what happened at the house party. He hasn’t said an actual ‘I’m sorry’ to you, you’re not sure if it’s even in his vocabulary.

Apparently it’s just easier to just give you the extra special princess treatment rather than vocalize an apology, though you won’t complain about it too much for now.

You’ve let it go for now, Touya pretty much swept the fight under the rug for the time being. He didn’t offer an apology, as he usually doesn’t. He once again just had to assure you that the other girls mean nothing to him, that you’re so special and dear to him that you get to call him Touya while to them he’s just Dabi; it’s just you he allows in his bed and he always goes back to you when he’s done with them. He tells you how sweet his name sounds falling from your lips and it wouldn’t be the same if it were anyone else. It’s not an actual fix to the issue, you’re very aware of that, but you can’t help but swoon how Touya really did make you feel special by giving you the privilege of addressing him by his real name.

“I’m going to go to Keigo’s, his Adderall finally wore off so he’s done studying for midterms.”

“I don’t see why Keigo takes it, he’s already a good student when he’s sober. He’s almost got a perfect grade point average.” you point out.

Touya finishes his joint before tossing the roach and grinding his shoe into it make sure it’s out. “It’s just that extra boost he needs whenever he needs to buckle down, I know he doesn’t look it but he actually fusses over his studies a lot. I’m heading over now, come with me doll.”

The last time you saw Keigo was when your come down was finally over. Touya stayed behind with you but Keigo had departed your apartment with a quick kiss to your lips before heading out the door. You still think about Touya’s words from before, about Keigo’s apparent interest in you but you don’t think you’re quite ready to bring it up just yet. In the meantime you can pretend like he never told you anything and give yourself a bit more time to think over what your relationship is with Keigo.

Keigo being an option for you never really crossed your mind before…

Your phone rings from your pocket and you pull it out to see that you’re getting a call from your mother, you haven’t spoken to her in a while so you know that you should answer it. “I’ll just see you back at your place Touya.”

“Are you sure?” he asks, turquoise eyes set firmly on you and you can see that he wants you to reconsider.

The phone continues to ring.

“Yeah, I’m sure."

He nods his head and kisses your cheek before walking off.

When he’s far away enough, you finally answer your mother’s phone call. She’s wondering why you haven’t called her lately and you apologize to her. You’re just busy with school, work isn’t being too hard on you, you’re eating just fine, and nothing is really wrong at the moment. She asks you if you’ve been on any dates recently, wants to know if you’re seeing a nice man who’s studying in a good major and has a bright future.

“You deserve a good man to take care of you sweetie.” she tells you and you hum in agreement, your eyes looking in the direction where Touya was walking, already long gone from your vision. “A nice man to take care of my dear girl.”

She’d be disappointed if she saw you with Touya, but she’d be more disappointed in you for choosing him.

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Part 2: You and Me (And Him)

[nohoney]

Do It For Me - 3.3

warnings: 18+, threesome, polyamory, mentions of assault, toxic relationships

title song: Do It For Me

summary: 

You trust him.

“Anything?” you turn your head and ask against his lips.

“Anything…” he echoes back to you. “And fucking everything…”

“For me?”

“All for you princess.”

3.1 ✧ 3.2 ✧ 3.3

It’s not that you want to defend Jun in the first place for strangling you, you think he definitely deserves a kick in the balls or something, but Touya is not against beating someone blind for touching you and would not be sorry for going overboard. You had one scary instance where you went out together to a social on campus, back when he was still Dabi to you. A drunk frat guy grabbed your arm too hard, too insistent that you drink with him and his buddies when Touya left to go have a smoke, leaving behind a bruise on your bicep. Touya witnessed it the moment it happened and he dragged that guy to a hallway and proceeded to beat him silly.

You can’t move fast enough as Touya moves through the house, his eyes rapidly scanning the faces of the remaining partygoers and searching for Jun, damn near out for blood. Keigo has no idea what’s going, trying to ask what was wrong and you’re calling out for him to not do anything crazy and to calm down. “Jesus, fucking wait! Dabi! Dabi, I swear to god do not do anything!” you call out him, uncaring as you capture the attention of several of the people still in the house.

Keigo tries to grab Touya’s arm to get him to slow down and get a sense of what is happening. “Dude, talk to me! What the fuck is going on?”

“(Name) got fucking strangled and I know exactly who did it.” Touya growled and shook Keigo’s arm off. Turquoise blue zeroed in on his target who was standing by the sliding door leading to the outside.

You’re pinned by Keigo’s gaze when you come up behind him, his eyes now registering how badly bruised you are around your neck. You can see how his eyes harden instantly but his hands are so gentle when he pulls you to him, carefully cradling your cheek in his hand. “Who did this (Name)? Who put their filthy hands on you?”

It looks like Keigo might be on board with the ‘beat Jun’s ass’ club.

There’s a loud slam and a screech of ‘what the fuck dude?!’

Touya has Jun pinned against the glass of the sliding door, both his wrists restrained in Touya’s large hand while the other is grasped tightly in Jun’s hair and squishing his face into the glass. He’s got one leg in between Jun’s spread out legs, taking the assertive stance and ready for any kind of struggle he may receive. You can practically feel the malice rolling off his body in waves and you’re genuinely scared to approach the situation but you don’t think you can take witnessing Touya get violent on your ex-boyfriend, even if he deserved a good punch in the face.

“You fucking touch my girl and put your goddamn hands on her! I should shatter your fucking kneecaps!” Touya growls and slams Jun against the glass. “You think that you would get away with it, huh?”

“Dabi, stop it!” you tell him and look to Keigo, pleading with him to do something to stop Touya. But Keigo has that same look as your boyfriend, wanting to inflict pain on the person who hurt you and does nothing despite you shaking his arm and begging for him to calm the situation down. People begin to gather to see what all the ruckus is, cell phones slowly coming up to record what is surely going to a chaotic clip.

Jun is such a jackass, he hasn’t changed that loudmouth of his when he’s obviously in trouble. He taunts Touya as if he’s got any power in this situation at all. “I don’t see why you’re so pissed off man. Isn’t she, like, one out of the four other bitches you see? I think you can stand to rent her out to me for a little bit. It was just a little choking, nothing I haven’t done with her already.”

Touya slams Jun against the glass again, his teeth grinding so hard you swear that you can hear it from where you stand. “Oh my fucking god, Jun! Shut the fuck up! It’s like you’re trying to get your ass handed to you!” you tell him frustratingly, remembering this unsavory part of his persona when you used to date him. “Dabi, he’s drunk. He always talk like an ass when he’s drunk so just let him go.”

“This bastard fucking strangled you and you expect me to let him get away with it because he was drunk?” he hisses at you. “You think I���m supposed to be okay seeing you walk around with all those bruises on your neck because he was drunk?”

God, this was not how you wanted your night or your roll to go.

There’s a look of realization in Jun’s eyes at Touya’s words and he cranes his head the best he can to get you in his view. You can see the way he squints his eyes towards you and registers the damage he had inflicted on you, his mind sobering up a little. It’s not an excuse that he was drunk for what he did to you, it absolutely is not, but it’s clear that he had overestimated just how hard he grabbed you and didn’t actually mean to do it that hard. Honestly it felt a little rough for you but you didn’t anticipate either that you’d get bruises. Jun deserves a consequence for strangling you but you’re not asking him to get maimed or anything like that.

You don’t want him to get hurt but Touya will inflict a punishment he sees fit though, regardless of how you feel.

The severity of the consequence should never exceed the crime… right?

“Shit… (Name), I didn’t know that I-” Jun starts speaking to you but yelps when Touya bends his head back with the hand he still has planted in his hair. “S-Shit Dabi, I’m trying to apologize! I seriously didn’t—”

“Shut the fuck up.” Touya growls and you swear the entire room just freezes. “Don’t you say her fucking name, don’t you fucking look at her, you don’t get to say shit to her. You’re speaking to me now, understand?”

“Keigo! Fucking stop him!” you beg once more and pull on his arm. You’re getting flashbacks to that frat party, especially as Touya drags Jun to the backyard, it mirrors the memory of him dragging that poor frat boy. When you move forward to stop himself yourself, Keigo holds you back and just tells you to stay with him. You wrestle in his arms but he holds you tightly, shushing you with his lips pressed against his temple and telling you that everything will be okay. Your heartbeat is rushing in your ears and you feel light headed, anxiety rising and the scene in front of you feels unreal and you feel yourself to dissociate, your mind attempting to protect you from the trauma of witnessing Touya’s temper a second time.

There’s two boys that rush from the house to pull Touya off of Jun.

“You kicked his ass plenty Dabi, you gave him what he deserved.”

But Touya doesn’t feel like it’s enough, damn near lunging at the defenseless Jun on the ground.

Jun is an idiot, especially when he’s drunk, he used to come to your old apartment in the middle of the night sometimes a little beat up from being in a bar fight. You could remember your disappoint in him, that you told him if he kept on being a jackass while he was drunk then he’d surely get himself killed one day by the wrong person. And then you would bandage and clean up his scrapes and ice his bruises, kiss his cheek and keep him company until he fell asleep.

It’s wrong to think this in the moment since you’re with Touya, but you want to run to Jun and make sure he’s okay. You want to stop his bleeding nose and ice the poor bump on his head, tell him that he’s going to be okay. You want nothing more than to nurse his wounds because you still cared; Jun was wrong, you’re still too fucking nice. Even after that break up and him putting his hands on you, you couldn’t bring yourself to seriously consider him getting hurt as a proper punishment.

Touya better not find out that you feel that way.

You feel like your brain is going into overload, the memory of that first time witnessing Touya’s anger colliding with this experience now. The ecstasy and alcohol still coursing through your system definitely do not help either. Drugs, alcohol, and anxiety don’t make a good combination; you remember that very clearly from that first house party you attended with Keigo and Touya. They mix together and you feel like you are both flashing back to that memory but are also present in this moment, that same anxiety rushing through every part of your body and unsure how to handle itself, your body does one thing in response to all the stress.

You pass out.

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The instant it happened, it felt like everything moved in slow motion as you watched Touya grabbed that drunk frat boy and moved through the crowd of uni students who were either drunk or on something. The music was loud but you still kept calling him, shouting the loudest you could to tell him that it was an accident. Maybe that guy really did mean to grab you that hard or he really was just too drunk to register the strength of his grip on your arm, but a bruise on your arm was not the worst thing that could have happened with a drunk guy at a college party.

That didn’t stop Touya from clearing out a hallway of the frat house to beat that poor frat boy, you had watched helplessly because pleading didn’t get him to stop. So you did the only thing you knew would get his attention: you cried. The moment Touya heard your sobbing he had stopped instantly, coming to you shush you. There was blood on his knuckles and you had dared to look just a bit past him to see the frat boy with a bloody nose and blood stained lips. The guy had come out with just a busted nose and a slight concussion and when the fraternity president caught word that it was Touya that beat one of his brother’s, he took you and Touya to the side a week after to find out the story.

“He grabbed her, left a bruise on her arm after she said that he wouldn’t leave her alone. You can’t tell me that if you were in the same situation that you wouldn’t have done something about it?” Touya asked as he had lit a cigarette between his lips.

The fraternity president had sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose before speaking. “I’m not saying that I wouldn’t have done the same, but I have a duty to protect my brothers Dabi. The proper thing to do would have just been to bring him to me. Now my brother has to take two weeks off to recover, I had to lie to the goddamn dean that he got too shit faced and fought with one of the pledges. The fucking frat house is on a probation now!”

You remember as you stood close to Touya, keeping your head down and somehow feeling like this was all your fault even though it wasn’t.

“Do you think he went overboard?”

You bristled at the question, not prepared to be spoken to again and thought that the boys would just talk it out amongst themselves. You had looked between the two of them and rung your hands together out of a nervous habit when you were put on the spot. You could never condone Touya’s actions because he clearly went too far over a simple grab on your arm, but you were scared of what his reaction may be if you spoke what you felt.

“You don’t gotta say it, it’s on your face.”

It’s not like that fraternity president saying it for you made it any better.

Touya had huffed, puffing on his cigarette and blowing out the smoke. “I fucking defended her, end of story.”

“Dabi… there is such a thing as excessive force. It’s clear that my brother was too insistent and grabbed her a little too rough, but fucking shit it did not have to come to that. I’m sorry but something has to be done, my brother deserves a little bit of justice too.”

“Hm…” Touya threw down his cigarette before telling you, “Go wait in the car.”

“But Dabi—“

His glare had sent you practically scurrying back to his car, waiting in the passenger seat as you watched from where you were. The worst case scenario was that you thought they were going to fight each other but they just stood where they were and continued to talk. At least they did up until you watched Touya lean in close to the fraternity president’s ear before he had pulled back and walked back to the car and got into the driver’s seat. You didn’t dare say a thing, the tension in the car palpable as he turned on the engine and drove back to his place.

You waited patiently for that so called justice the fraternity president spoke of but nothing had ever happened, trying to ask Touya what exactly he said to dodge any consequences of what he did. But you were forced to move on and leave the incident behind because he refused to tell you anything, just that he did what he thought was right and that he did it for you.

It was one of the first instances you learned that Touya will withhold what he feels likes you don’t need to know.

And you don’t question it.

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When you open your eyes, you’re lying in the backseat of a car and assume that you must be in Touya’s car. You still feel hot and groan over the fact that you passed out, feeling like shit since the ecstasy was still processing through your system. Thankfully you were already on a come down so you’d just have to ride it out again, though it would be slightly more raggedy considering the circumstances of why you fainted. Your teeth ache and your mouth feels dry, smacking your lips and slowly sitting up in the backseat. “I feel like shit.”

“You look like it.”

It’s not Touya or Keigo that speaks to you.

You jump as you look to see who’s in the driver’s seat, now recognizing that this was not in fact Touya’s car but a complete stranger’s instead. Despite your sluggishness, your body tries to go into overdrive to save yourself from potential danger, reaching for the door handle to just tuck and roll out the car. But the driver anticipates your action and locks it just in time, the vehicle slowly coming to a halt at a stop sign. The driver turns back to you and hands you a bottle of water, “I don’t normally take any favors from anyone but Dabi promised that if I took you back to his apartment then he would do something for me.”

It’s Shigaraki.

You warily take the bottle from him, the cap unbroken so at least you know that it’s new and it doesn’t have anything in it like a roofie. Chugging the water, it helps calm you down a little but you’re questioning why you’re being taken home by this stranger instead of by Touya or Keigo. “Why are you taking me home? Where’s Dabi and Keigo?”

“I don’t know who Keigo is but I’m assuming that’s Dabi’s friend when I pulled up at that house. He didn’t say where he’d be, just told me to take you back to his place and watch over you until he gets back.”

Whoa… Touya hates having people at his place. The fact that he’s letting this Shigaraki guy into his apartment to watch over you, that definitely speaks volumes because Touya likes to watch over you himself first and have Keigo take care of you if he’s not around. You still don’t know what this guy’s relationship is to your boyfriend and you don’t know who he is period so you keep your guard up for now. You see your purse on the floor of the backseat and you pick it up, finding your phone inside and seeing that the time was almost four in the morning. “When did you come get me?”

“Not too long ago, maybe like ten minutes ago. Your fucking boyfriend was blowing up my phone and telling me to get my ass to that stupid house all just for me to babysit you.” the words are mean itself but there isn’t a bite to them, a hint of annoyance at most. “He mentioned that you were on ecstasy, didn’t want you to be alone on your come down.”

Your phone has no messages from Touya or Keigo and your mood drops even lower; you want to be with them. “Did they say what they were doing? Where they would be?” you ask as Shigaraki pulls into the guest parking of Touya’s complex and turns off the engine of the car. The door clicks and you’re able to open the car door, stepping out into the crisp air of the very early morning.

Shigaraki walks ahead of you, carrying a little backpack that’s slung on his shoulder and he pulls his hoodie over his head. “I didn’t ask, I don’t really care about what he does in his personal life.”

You unlock the door to Touya’s apartment with the spare keys and allow Shigaraki in first. It’s so strange to be in his apartment and not be with either Touya or Keigo for company. Shigaraki leaves his shoes by the front door and goes to sit on the armchair, a recent purchase that you and Touya bought together. You see him pull a handheld game device out of the backpack he was carrying and just fixate his gaze on the screen of it, not paying you any attention.

Closing the bedroom door and locking it, you go to the bathroom with your phone and try to ring either one of the boys; they both go straight to voicemail.

It feels better to be cleaned up and in loungewear, though your body craves the affection of your boys. They always take care of you when you go through your come down, this would be the first time you go through it without either of them. So you walk back into the living room to see Shigaraki still sitting in the armchair with his game, two glasses of water on the coffee table, obviously one for himself and the other for you.

Keigo left you his pack of gum in your purse, tossing it on the coffee table after popping a new piece into your mouth. You take the throw blanket from the little storage underneath the couch cushion and snuggle into the fabric. The fabric vaguely smells like Touya’s cologne and you know that he’s slept on this blanket without washing himself up first which would normally annoy you but you’re grateful this time, feeling like this is the closest you can be to Touya at the moment.

The tv is turned on and you just run a random sitcom series to watch, keeping the volume low enough where you think it won’t distract Shigaraki from his game. Without neither of the boys to take care of you during your come down and this stranger keeping you company instead, you feel even lonelier. All you can think of is where they are and what they’re doing, why their phones aren’t on and when they’ll return to you.

You want something to distract you.

“Who are you to Dabi?” you ask to Shigaraki as you shift your gaze to him.

He doesn’t answer right away, seemingly focused on his handheld but he answers vaguely, “Just an acquaintance.”

You shouldn’t ask, you know you shouldn’t because if Touya wanted you to know then he would tell you himself, but you ask anyway, “Why did you come here that one day? What did you need to talk to Dabi about?”

Shigaraki answers vaguely again, “Just some business between us, that’s all.”

“When you came by that day, I didn’t see him until the day after. I came back over here and he was high or something like that.” you don’t think you should be explaining all this to Shigaraki on the off chance that Touya and him aren’t involved like that but you can’t stop running your mouth. You’re still so curious about that day and this guy could be the only person to fill in the blanks of what happened that day. “Did you have anything to do with that?”

“What Dabi takes is up to him, I just made sure he got back here alive.” It’s just more vague answers and it starts to frustrate you.

You’re not certain if Shigaraki is under orders from Touya to keep his mouth shut or if he’s just naturally dodging the questions without a prompt from Touya in the first place. It seems like he doesn’t want you in his business either, not exactly looking happy that apparently he was harassed to babysit some girl that he doesn’t know. “What did Dabi promise he’d do for you? It’s not like him to reach out to other people for favors, especially when it comes to me.”

The handheld device plays soft music that suddenly shifts into a different soundtrack, hinting that whatever game is being played means that he probably went into a battle or something. “He just said he’d do something for me, we haven’t worked out the details just yet. Just pretty much wanted me to come get you in a hurry, so here I am guarding his princess while she sobers up from her roll.” You hear a victory anthem before the same soft music from before plays. “I didn’t even know Dabi had a girlfriend this entire time, didn’t think he was capable of being locked down by someone.”

You ask all these questions but no light is shed on who exactly this character is.

“Are you, like, a drug dealer too?”

The little game plays whimsical music, little chirps and tones that sound much too cute for a scary guy like Shigaraki to be playing.

“Did Dabi tell you anything?” he asks you when he looks up from the screen of his game to look at you.

You feel nervous under his gaze now and regret asking your question, you feel like the wrong answer given to this guy will bare a really bad consequence. “No. He doesn’t tell me about that kind of stuff, doesn’t want me to know. I can’t ask him myself, he’d just get mad at me. And it’s just,” you pause to take a breath and hoping that this next sentence won’t get you or Touya in trouble, “when he came back that day after we met, he came back with a case full of drugs. So I’m just taking a guess that maybe you’re his supplier?”

Shigaraki stares at you and you stare back.

He looks back down at his game and continues to play it. “I’m not into getting high or using any of that shit but Dabi likes to sample it if he’s interested. He’s got the strongest tolerance out of anyone I know. Though not to say that I haven’t had to revive him once or twice.”

Oh god… the thought of Touya overdosing and dying makes you spiral even more.

What kind of life is Touya leading? And you have to wonder what exactly his plan was in life before you came along and what his future ambitions were. Talking about the future wasn’t really something that came up, you were surprised that you’re coming up pretty close to the one year mark. You have to figure though that with how serious things seem between the two of you that it’s a discussion that has to come up sooner or later.

“No more questions, you need rest.”

You snuggle into the blanket and inhale Touya’s cologne to bring you a sense of comfort. All you want is to be sandwiched between the boys right now. They’d give you head massages, play with your ears, pass you back and forth to cuddle with, and they’d just coddle the fuck out of you. And they’d know exactly when it was okay for you to fall asleep during your come down, without them you’re just pretty much guessing.

You pull up your phone and go to your photo album, scrolling through your favorite pictures of you and the boys. Touya isn’t really one for taking pictures, he’ll be in it but he rarely looks into the lens and gives a smile. There’s more photos of him looking away but the best ones are the candids that you and Keigo liked to take. Those images of him captured in soft moments or when he’s genuinely enjoying himself, never mind that some of them have lines of coke in the corner of the picture or that he only looks so relaxed because he’s high on opioids. One of your favorites you captured so him just smoking a cigarette outside with the sunset just beyond the horizon.

The next picture you pulled up was of Keigo and Touya together, the both of them had fallen asleep in your bed waiting for you to come back from your lectures one day but passed out from drinking the night before. The more you looked through the photos, the more you missed them and wondered when they would be back.

It was useless to try again but you rang their numbers one more time, sighing when it went straight to voicemail again.

I miss them.

“Do you know when they’ll be back?” you ask Shigaraki and hope that he’ll have an answer for you.

Shigaraki just shrugs his shoulders in answer and continues to focus on his game. “Dabi didn’t say. Though if I had to guess I’m assuming that he doesn’t want to be away from you for too long, he wasn’t exactly happy handing you off to me. He threatened that if I touched you the wrong way then he’d have my hands.”

“Well he’s gotta trust you to some degree if he placed me with you right?” you asked him. Touya doesn’t trust anyone outside of you and Keigo so Shigaraki must fall within the circle somehow.

“He considers me not as scummy compared to other people so that’s the only reason why I’m here.”

You make yourself comfortable against the couch and look at the tv, not really paying attention to what’s playing. “I’m tired but I feel like my body won’t let me rest.”

Shigaraki’s game beeps and in between what sounds like a battle, he offers something in his bag to help you sleep. You highly doubt that it’s melatonin that he’s offering you in the bag and tell him that you’re not allowed to take anything if Touya’s not the one providing it to you. As tempting as it seems to take something to help you sleep, you don’t know how your body will react to taking something while on a come down.

“You’re a big girl aren’t you? Dabi shouldn’t have to be the keeper of what you can and can’t do.” But you want to be good for Touya and follow his rules, more than anything you want to be good for him and be rewarded for it. Shigaraki’s cares are so little as you decline his offer, shrugging his shoulders and continuing on in his game with a quiet, “Suit yourself.”

You don’t know exactly when it was you fell asleep but when you wake up, you’re in the one place that you’d been wishing for the past few hours; curled up right in between Touya and Keigo.

The sun is out and if your curtains weren’t covering the window then you’d be getting the full blast of sunshine. You can see the dark circles underneath both of their eyes from staying up who knows how late, you had no idea when they returned and you figure that Shigaraki must be long gone. They breathe peacefully in their sleep and you just notice the placement of their hands, Keigo sleeps behind you with his hand on your hip and just one finger tucked in the band of your panties while Touya has his hand placed underneath the back of your knee and just simply holds it there.

The question of where they were can be put on hold for now, this is all you want in this moment.

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It’s hard for you to not bring it up every time either of them give you something or when they move to hold your hand. They’re not trying to hide it because they know it’s obvious but you’ve already learned from the both of them when to not ask about certain things. If they wanted you to know, you would have been informed by now.

They must have been too tired to clean up completely that night you passed out, you woke up before them and peeled back the blanket to see their hands with some dried blood and their knuckles bruised. Touya acts the same as ever and so does Keigo, but he’s careful to give you that warning look or a little tap on your thigh when your eyes lingered too long on their hands.

It’s been a little over a week since that night, burning curiosity that neither of the boys will cure for you. So you have to investigate on your own but without directly involving yourself, you ask a friend who’s still connected to your ex to find out how Jun is and make her promise that she won’t ask you any questions if she discovers something.

She gets back to you rather quick in just a few hours, it surprises you. But the only thing that she can inform you is that Jun’s still pretty beat up from the party with a broken arm and a black eye. “I heard that Dabi and Jun had a fight at that house party and that you passed out. But everyone says that some guys took Jun home after pulling Dabi off of him, he must have been acting up with one of the dudes that took him home, we both know how he can be when he’s drunk. That idiot is always starting fights when he’s wasted.”

That’s the story that she told you but it doesn’t feel right. When you look down at the boys’ hands, you get a strong feeling that something more went down. Touya was the only one beating down on Jun at the party while Keigo kept you at bay, so you have to question why Keigo’s hands look as if he had also beat someone up when you clearly remember that it was just Touya inflicting the blows at the party. Not to also mention the fact that you woke up in the care of someone else after passing out instead of with them. But you won’t ask, they won’t tell you anything and you figure that it must be for the best. Just like what Keigo told you before, if Touya doesn’t tell you anything it’s for your own good.

To the best of your ability, you try to move on from it.

Touya sits behind you, propped up against the headboard and holds your legs spread open for Keigo who lays on his stomach and eats you out. A playlist sets the mood in the room, playing from the little bluetooth speaker on his bedside table that is surprisingly loud. You recognize the beginning of the song that plays next but you can’t quite put your finger on where you heard it before, like it’s been a while since you’ve last listened to it.

“Cum on Keigo’s face, c’mon pretty girl. Do it.”

Whatever he says, you’d do anything for him, you trust him, you love him… you think.

Touya’s humming in your ear in tune with the song and it triggers the memory of where you’ve heard it. The bass of the song, the little piano that plays in the back, the chorus and lyrics. It’s a fitting song, the one that’s playing in the background. It’s the song that he played on loop the first time you sat in the back of his car. You didn’t pay much attention to it the first time but when you listen to the lyrics, you now realize how fitting they are. “I’d do anything for you.”

You let out a little pitched whine when Keigo presses the tip of his tongue onto your clit.

The bruises on their knuckles are fading but they still serve as a faint reminder of a night that you probably won’t get any answers if you ask what happened, just like that night you unknowingly ingested LSD.

Touya’s shown you things you’ve never done before, things you probably wouldn’t have even given a chance if not for him. He makes you feel like never before and you want as much as he will give to you, you have him in a way that no one else has before.

You trust him.

“Anything?” you turn your head and ask against his lips.

“Anything…” he echoes back to you. “And fucking everything…”

“For me?”

“All for you princess.”

Keigo kisses up your body, licking a stripe up your neck and captures you in a kiss, taking your attention off Touya. Any thoughts you have about Jun or that night, their touches and their words erase it for the time being. You drown in the affectionate names, drunk on their attention, whining and mewling, their cocks wiping your mind blank as they fuck you into the mattress.

Neither of them have dared to wrap their hand around your throat even though you do desire it but the bruises are still tender. So only soft kisses and careful caresses around that area in the mean time. Too caught up in your own ecstasy, you don’t see how their gazes soften when they look at the bruises, unable to see the correlation of how they go just a bit softer for you up until you asked to be hurt and for them to be mean to you.

So they give you what you asked for, sharp smacks to your ass that make you cry out, bite marks all over your body that make tears gather in your eyes, pulling their cocks out from you and making you masturbate in front of them for not begging the right way, and degrading you when you’re unable to articulate any coherent sentences when they fuck you silly.

And as mean as they were to you per your request, they’re extra nice in the after care as Keigo massages your sore body and Touya rubs soothing lotion on the sensitive parts of you skin. You ignore the fading bruises on their knuckles, knowing that it’s no longer important what happened that night but you make them promise that they don’t leave you with someone else the next time you have a come down. “You’ll do that, won’t you?”

Of course they promise you.

Touya will tell you if he feels like you need to know something, that’s how he protects you, how he keeps you safe, how he keeps you his. And you fell for it, genuinely believing that this is his form of love for you. Early in the beginning you didn’t even think that the two of you would come this far, that you’d just tell him how you like to be fucked and eventually things would fizzle out, especially with the whole ordeal with the side whores. Yet here the two of you are, bordering on the edge of an unhealthy love that neither of you can recognize.

He confessed to you himself that he’d do anything for you, that you’re all his and he makes you feel like you’re the one for him. You’ve given him your trust and hopefully you’ll eventually confess more than just your lust to each other.

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Touya’s glad that he’s finally able to bite, choke, and kiss at your neck again just a month later though it was a hassle for you to cover up every time you had to go out, the weather starting the transition into colder temperatures later in the night but still warm enough during the day time to wear short sleeves. He’s relieved to see that the bruises are gone, he felt like every time he saw the marks he would get that same sharp rise of anger like the very first time he saw them. He knew something was fishy when he heard that thump upstairs and when he stepped into that room with you and your ex, not trusting how you withdrew into yourself but he didn’t want to act without a probable cause.

He had watched two guys from the party drive off to drop Jun off at wherever he lived, but not before he bribed one of them with a little extra something so that he could get the asshole’s address and pay his own little visit later on. At that moment, he was more concerned with making sure you got home safe, the only other person he knew that would probably do him a favor was Shigaraki but only if he did something in return. He wasn’t a fan of leaving you alone with him but he would be damned if he was going to let that Jun bastard off for what he did to you. The punishment had to be executed the soonest it could happen. He gave him an easy beating at the party but it wasn’t enough, Keigo believing so too and riding in the car alongside him after securing you in Shigaraki’s car.

It was so fucking satisfying hearing Jun’s terrified whimpers and pleas, he has to hide how giddy he feels when he remembers Keigo breaking the fucker’s arm.

His knuckles feel a bit better, it only took a week or so for the soreness to go away.

You’re his good little doll, not asking questions despite the obvious evidence on his and Keigo’s hands the day after. You have your suspicions but you’ve learned well to not ask unnecessary questions and he just had to reward you in the best way that he knew how to, making you a cock drunk mess until you were too stupid to say anything but his and Keigo’s names.

It’s getting close to a year since the two of you made it official, a few weeks away actually and Touya’s surprised himself that he’s committed himself this far. He wouldn’t trade anything else in the world for what he has with you. He watches you with a fondness he’s never had for anyone else and he’ll do whatever it takes to make you stay with him, right where you belong. It’s so good that you’re compliant, Touya would hate to have to fight and break you to make you stay with him.

You and him are walking downtown together, his arm slung around your shoulder and making casual conversation about the upcoming cold weather and needing to buy new winter clothes. The two of you are going to meet up with Keigo at a bar later on so you kill some time. You want to stop inside a little boutique and see what they have, Touya will just stand outside and have a smoke while he waits for you, he doesn’t mind. He lights one up between his lips and brings his phone out of his pocket, messages about if he has more oxys and xannies. He responds back accordingly, puffing smoke out between his lips with ease and sucking in more nicotine into his lungs.

He pockets his phone and stomps out his cigarette as you come out the store a few minutes later with a little bag in hand. You talk excitedly about what you purchased and Touya listens absently, his eyes just briefly looking to the side when he sees him for just a quick second.

Jun stands a decent distance away, his arm still in a sling and cast. He’s frozen in place when he’s caught under Touya’s sight, absolutely petrified. You don’t see him because your back is to him, completely unaware of the silent interaction between your current boyfriend and your ex-boyfriend. All Touya does is subtly lift his arm from the small of your back and clenches his hand into a fist while keeping his gaze on him; it’s all the warning Jun needs to turn on his heel and walk the opposite direction.

Keigo waves to the two of you when you arrive at the designated bar, already having found a table and he just has a round of waters for now along with some chips in the center to snack on. Touya lets a little smile come onto his face as you barrel into Keigo’s arms, greeting him with a kiss and excitedly holding up the little bag you had shown to him earlier. Touya honestly doesn’t remember what you bought nor the store that he stood in front of waiting for you.

All he thinks about that in the moment is seeing Jun on the same street you stood on, seeing Jun with that fucking smug look on his face when he entered that room at the party, remembering Jun fucking begging to stop the pain as Keigo had him restrained so that Touya could inflict more pain on him before Keigo wanting his own turn as well. For a moment that bastard is all he can focus on to the point he has a headache and feels like he needs to pop a few oxys. But you pull him from the storm of his mind with just a simple touch to his thigh, looking to you and he sees your face, your smile… and he feels calm again.

Jun is the past and he’s your present, there’s no need to focus on what has already happened.

Although if Touya had the choice of going back in time to deliver an even worse consequence to Jun, he would absolutely do it in a heartbeat.

He’d do it for you.

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Part 4 of the Us Series: Tell Me (When You’re Ready)