#toya todoroki imagines

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Two thick fingers in your mouth, “you’re a mess” he chuckles darkly at your state, “feels good huh?” You can’t talk, gagging on his fingers all you can do is nod frantically in response, smug smirk not leaving his lips, the proud look on his face of seeing you fall apart on his cock, breaking you to the point where all you can do is cry from the overstimulation, he keeps pounding into you, you’re a good girl, his good girl, you can take it. “I’m gonna fill you up with my cum and I am going to fuck it out of you, understood?” You nod frantically again so desperate, taking anything he is willing to give you. “What do you have to say baby?” He pulls his fingers out of your mouth, covered in saliva wrapping them around your neck, “thank you thank you thank you.” You repeat almost like a mantra, “good girl, I see I trained you well.” Pounding faster and harder, sloppy thrusts making you throw your head back into the push pillows your eyes rolling back due to the pleasure, “fuck, your pussy feels so tight around me, you’re close again?” He chuckles as his fingers hold your jaw forcing eye contact “you came what? Not even five minutes ago? Needy girl.” He loves humiliating you, he fucks you so good, you can’t help but cum over and over again.

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TOJI, Eren, Gojo, LEVI, Geto, NANAMI, Choso, Jean, DABI, Kakashi, Sasuke, Reiner.

[captainshindo]

Oh me? Nothing just thinking bout BK stage actor I’m crushing on him

I found these on Pinterest and saw a lot of funny selfies from them lol

+ I didn’t know Shindou’s stage actor fine like that😳

[http-tokki]

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ᰔ pairings: dabi/touya todoroki x fem!reader ᰔ content/tags: mha spoilers, childhood pov, abusive childhoods, childhood crush, blood, allusions to self harm/suicide, explicit language, smut, kinda not really, its smutty talk, angst, allusions to s/a, power dynamics, time jump to when touya is like 26, creative liberties have been taken with the original story, set in the century 2400 ᰔ wc: 10.5k ᰔ a/n: so there is a bit of a weird timeline with this one. instead of touya dying at 13, I've made it he dies at 16 and the subsequent events are a lil delayed, in the manga he is 24 atm but here i have him as 26, please suspend your disbelief for a sec cause the amount of work ive put into this so it makes sense, i almost went crazy

March 10th 2460 Touya: aged nine You: aged eight (and three-quarters)

Breakfast is at five, lunch at twelve, and dinner at seven.

The clock hands tick over the first five graduations and onto the sixth, meaning it is six minutes past seven and dinner is late.

Lateness is not tolerated by the Todoroki clan.

No reason, whether it be big or small, would be accepted nor understood by the head of the family, and punishment for being tardy ranged from groundings to lectures and in the most severe cases, a beating. However, those parameters do not extend to said head, who you think to be more akin to that of a prison warden than a father.

You watch the housekeeper slide the last of the food onto the table and take another look at the clock.

7:08.

The table had been set, food diligently prepared and presented, plates piled high with greens and dripping meat, three different kinds of fish, an array of soups, and other liquid foods. Mrs Todoroki often had trouble eating, so instead opted for warm broths and hot teas, and they were all going cold while you waited for Mr Todoroki to come in from Touya’s nightly training. Saliva coats your tongue as you breathe in the heavenly scents wafting from the mountains of food, your stomach growling in protest at not being filled with the delicious smells.

Ten minutes pass and just before the eleventh has a chance to be observed, the sliding doors to the dining room whoosh open. With the ease and casualness of someone who is above the law of the household, Enji Todoroki strolls in followed closely behind by the eldest sibling.

Touya trails behind his father, movements sluggish and slow, his frail body slumped in exhaustion and what you would only later realise as terror. You can almost see the muck that weighs on his body, dripping off sharp bones in big flat globs of swamp green mud, seeping into the reeds of the tatami mats below. Fresh wounds litter his arms, blooms of dark red blood pock the sterile bandages that were hastily wrapped around his limbs. The stark white began at his wrists and climbed up and up his arms until they disappeared beneath the sleeve of his t-shirt. You follow Touya, eyes lingering on his wounds as he sits down opposite you.

“Fuyumi. Is he-“ Your question is hushed, spoken from the corner of your mouth to avoid raising suspicion of the subject.

“He’s okay, we don’t talk about it.” Her answer comes in a rush, eyes darting towards her father like a prey animal watching their stalker.  “Just eat.” 

Fuyumi’s mouth pulls into a frown for a quick second before her attention moves to the food before her.

You nod, attention shifting from the boy across the table to the plate that had been prepared just for you. A small helping of meat and fish paired with a big serving of rice and vegetables, the nanny even going as far as to put it into a divider plate as though you were a toddler, but you thanked her regardless, smiling up at the haggard-looking woman as she nodded politely and moved onto tending to baby Shouto. The food only holds your attention for so long before you glance back up at Touya, watching as he cuts into his steak with the precision of a man far beyond his years. Each move slow and calculated; every shift of his arms or turn of his head deliberate and purposeful, small actions to avoid raising awareness of his person. Come to think of it, all the children, save for Shouto, moved like that. As if they were in constant apologetic states just for breathing, existing, and with their father you understand why, but it doesn’t stop you from staring at the boy before you.

"Stop looking. He doesn't like it when you stare." Fuyumi whispers, smacking her knee against yours.

"But it looks like it hurts." You whisper back, unable to look away from the red splotches on the white bandages.

You want to ask if he is okay. If he needs a doctor and who did that to him? Was it a bully at school? How was the school not getting involved if he was being bullied this bad?

"Fuyumi," Touya sneers from across the table. "Tell your friend to stop staring at me."

Unabashed hatred simmers in his blue eyes as his glare falls on you. Heat rises to your cheeks, stumbling out an apology, and vowing to never look at him again.

No one had ever looked at you like that. With such hatred and malice, you didn’t even know existed.

"He plays rough, always falling over at school," Mr. Todoroki’s voice booms throughout the room, so loud and sudden it is like a thunderclap on a clear day. "You've got to be more careful, Touya. What would people think if they saw you like this!"

The lack of care for his son’s well-being gives you pause mid-bite. The vegetables fall from your fork as goosebumps skitter along your skin.

What would people think if they saw you like this?

What would they think other than he had been in an accident? Is Touya’s broken body a regular occurrence that people would be so used to seeing that it would start to raise suspicion? Had he been hurt on purpose? Why would Mr. Todoroki say that? Did Mr. Todoroki do that to Touya?

Your attention is pulled outwardly as Natsuo starts to talk about his day, telling his mom and the housekeepers all about the latest games and toys at school, the newest edition of a card game you like captivates you and your thoughts are swept away from the strange boy across from you. 

Dinner ended as it always did.

Mr. Todoroki called the housekeeper over to deal with the mess and children as he retired to his office and Mrs Todoroki took her evening walk around the grounds of the estate. You can’t stay the night despite it being a Friday, you’re never allowed to stay the night. Fuyumi had stayed at yours plenty of times, your parents never saying no to another friend but never you at hers. You thanked both her parents and waved bye to her brother before the youngest housekeeper walked you home. That’s how every Friday night ended.

That routine had become a staple in your life, going on two years, before there was a change to the way of things.

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July 1st 2362 Touya: aged eleven You: aged ten

The shift was subtle and gradual, like the way a house is warmed by a fire on a winter’s eve. Slow and steady, seeping into all corners of the once-frozen house until all you know is warmth and you can’t remember how the cold felt. That’s how you would describe Touya’s presence in your life. From the arctic interactions each Friday night at the dinner table to someone you would call a friend.

The first thaw of the ice wall that had formed around your friend’s brother, was an accident.

Knee deep in the heat of summer, you had rushed over after summer school, swimmers in your backpack and a dream of jumping into the fresh cold heaven that was the local pool. You had come looking for Fuyumi, hell-bent on getting your poor friend out of the stuffy old house and somewhere she could have fun without the risk of her dad making her or her siblings cry.

You had come to hate Mr Todoroki.

He hadn’t done anything to you personally to deserve the contempt you held towards your friend's dad but you had heard enough from Fuyumi. She had told you all the times he made her mom cry. How there would be arguing and then the sounds of breaking plates followed by her mom’s cries. Mrs. Todoroki never said anything was wrong, never alluded to anything other than a mild argument but there had to be something more, right? Adults didn’t cry over nothing!

“ ‘Yumi, let's go to the pool!” you call down the hall. “I’ll buy ice cream this time.”

The housekeeper had let you in, instructing that your friend was in her room finishing up some school work but after you checked her room and found no sign of her, you went looking.

That is how you found Touya.

Walking into the bathroom under the assumption you would find Feyumi, you are greeted with a situation you are not old enough to understand the severity of.

Touya slouched on the bathroom floor, surrounded by bloodied towels, unspooled bandages, and uncapped ointment tubes. A piece of gauze caught between his teeth as he attempts to bandage his bleeding hand.

He shouts at you to leave, his command broken as he hiccups around the sobs falling from him. Scorched skin covering the majority of his arms, fingers red and blistering as they shake.

That image sears into your brain. Imprinting itself onto your eyelids so that each time you fall asleep, you see Touya; broken and bloody.

There isn’t much you remember from that afternoon, only flashes and stills that live in the recesses of your mind.

The feel of the cold tiles on your exposed legs as you knelt before the once terrifying older boy who had never had a single nice thing to say to you.

The smell of salt and metal of his fresh blood.

The sound of Touya’s cries as you peeled incorrectly placed bandages off raw and exposed skin.

The acidic taste of bile in the back of your throat upon first laying eyes on the scene before you.

It had been too much for little you to comprehend so you just forgot most of it. Thrown it into a locked drawer in your mind and lost the key.

That was the beginning of the thaw, a gruesome and bloody beginning to a friendship that spanned years and ended just as horribly.

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September 23rd 2463 Touya: aged twelve You: aged eleven

“So it's this really old movie that my mum used to watch” you explain as you click on the familiar title screen. “It’s about a girl who gets transported to this weird world and she has to solve some weird riddle to get out.”

Touya looks at you like you had grown a second head but accepts your weird movie recommendation. You sit down next to him, popcorn bucket jiggling as the couch sinks under your frame.

The beginning animation of Spirited Away starts and the familiar tune wraps around you like a warm hug. This was the movie you liked to watch whenever you felt sad, and you noticed Touya was a little sadder than normal these days so you offered to have a movie night. His siblings had all said yes but upon discovering that the movie was one from decades ago, backed out. So with just the two of you left, you sit in silence and watch as the beautiful world comes to life.

It’s a nice moment between the two of you, sharing something so personal with someone you would have never considered a friend and here the two of you were, watching a movie. Like friends!

“I’m gonna call you Chihiro cause all she does is cry and that’s all you do too,” Touya announces as the credits begin to roll.

“I do not!” you retort, slapping his arm lightly. “I cry a normal amount for a girl my age!”

Touya rolls his eyes. “Whatever, Chihiro.”

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February 14th 2464 Touya: aged thirteen You: aged twelve

Spring is only a month away yet it feels as if it were the middle of December.

The cold of winter had sunk its claws deep into the city and it seemed as if it did not have plans to let go of it anytime soon. Everyone in Tokyo bundled up against the frost that coated the wind but it wasn’t the cold that had your hands trembling as you gripped a single rose.

It was Valentine's Day and you were about to ask Touya to be yours.

The nerves that had built in your stomach had taken over your extremities. It was as if your entire body was a live wire that every so often touched an exposed pipe and jolted.

In the two years since the bathroom incident, you had grown closer to the oldest Todoroki, sparking a friendship that consisted of more than smiles and shy hellos across the dinner table. Phone calls and text messages were the daily, walking to school and home together was the new norm, all things that one would consider friendly but there was a part within your heart that was growing to like Touya a little more than a friend. You knew it was a crush, you weren’t a little kid anymore, but you also knew that he was unattainable for many reasons. One was that he was a sibling of a close friend and the other being that he was not someone who thought about life that way. There was no room for crushes in Touya’s world. There was only hero work. How to become a hero and then how to become the number one hero.

You had heard this speech a million times. His plans to surpass his father in the rank of heroes and become the ultimate symbol of peace. Heroes had no time for girlfriends, only villains.

But you had no plans of becoming a hero so there was no real reason you shouldn’t try, right? Your mom had bought you the flower this morning, picking up on the crush that you had developed on your friend and very excitedly pushed you to give Touya a gift.  

“What do I do with this?” Touya asks, confused as he takes the flower from your hands.

You had stopped halfway through the walk home and turned to your friend, eyes wide with fear, and shoved the bloom into his hands. Originally the plan was to hand it to him as you said goodbye for the afternoon but you were swiftly running out of ways to regulate your breathing to counteract the anxiety wreaking havoc in your stomach.

“It's for you” you answer, eyes trained on your shoes. 

“Me?” 

“Yes.”

“Are you asking me to be your valentine?” There is a pause. “Do you like me?”

Yes.

“No!” you lie, shouting the word even though you didn’t mean to. “I felt bad that you hadn’t gotten anything, so I got you something and there you go, it doesn’t mean I like you.”  

You hear footsteps, watching Touya’s shoes move closer to yours. “Just admit, you like me.” He teases. 

“I do not!” balling your fists, you stomp your foot. “I already told you why I got them now shut up before I take them back!” 

Another pause. 

“Thank you,” Touya says gently. “Even if it's just cause you felt bad for me” 

Spring had come early for Touya Todoroki.

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June 28th 2466 Touya: aged fifteen You: aged fourteen

Romance had blossomed between the two of you, then wilted, then blossomed again, then wilted again.

Teenage hormones had been unleashing havoc on your friendship for the past year. One day you were fine and the next, barely speaking but it wasn’t anyone’s fault.

“You two just need some time apart and then you can talk about it, you guys will sort it out.” Your mother had cooed, stroking your hair back as you cried one afternoon after you and Touya had had a ruthless argument.

The topic of fighting was always the same. His insane need to overtake his father and prove him wrong. The need within him had turned insatiable. Morphing from a dream that would one day be achieved with dedication and hard work into something that was turning your best friend into a ravenous beast.

“You’re not listening to me. I need you to listen to me.” Touya shouts as you walk home together.

“I am. You’re just not making sense.” You roll your eyes at your friend, turning your attention away from the raving lunatic walking beside you.

“Why would your dad have it out for you? He’s your dad?”

Touya huffs and stops, hand wrapping around your wrist to pull you back.

“My dad isn’t like your dad. He doesn’t love me or any of us. He just wants us to be better than All Might.” His words are slow as if explaining something to a toddler. “He knows that I am more powerful than him and now he’s scared that I might beat him so he wants me to stop training.”

You groan out his name, annoyed at the constant conversation topic. “Your dad wants you to stop training because you keep hurting yourself. He has told you that a million times, he’s just trying to keep you safe.”

“If he wanted to keep me safe, he wouldn’t have let me train like this. This isn’t about me being safe, this is about me outranking my dad.”

“Touya-“

He continues his tirade. “Enji has realised that I am better than him and Shoto but he doesn’t want his loser son who can only use fire to become the number one hero. I don’t know why you’re on his side. Why can’t you be on my side for once?”

“I am on your side!” you shout, yanking your arm away from his grasp. “I’m always on your side, why do you always make it seem like everyone is against you!”

Touya’s mouth snaps shut at your sudden outburst.

“I can’t keep having this argument with you. I feel like you don’t even want to be my friend so you come up with this stupid stuff to push me away and if you want that, fine. Just tell me so I don’t have to listen to you anymore.” You huff and turn around, starting on your way home without your friend.

You don’t hear his footsteps follow you.

His apology comes in a text later that night.

I'm sorry, Chihiro. Can we still be friends?

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October 19th 2466 Touya: aged fifteen You: aged fourteen “Can you promise me something?”  Touya’s words become mist in the mid-autumn night.

“Depends.”

You turn to face your friend, feeling the dew-soaked grass squish beneath your shoulders. Hidden behind the garden wall, lost within the shrubbery the two of you hid from the housekeepers who had been tasked with wrangling the children in for dinner. Touya had run first, taking off down the hall the second he heard the call of his name and you followed, unaware as to what you were running from but you followed him everywhere so why wouldn’t you now?

“Please don’t forget me.”

“Forget you?” your brows crinkle in confusion. “Why would I forget you? Are you going somewhere?”

Touya is still on his back, attention rapt on the stars twinkling above him.

“Just when we get older and go to different schools and things change, you know.” He sighs. “Just don’t forget me.”

You sit up, concern overtaking your confusion. Why was he talking about this stuff now? Your friend turns to look at you, mouth pulled down in a frown as tears line his cerulean eyes.

“I won't.” You shake your head, scooting closer across the grass and grab his cold hand, interlocking your fingers together, you squeeze and swear an oath. “I promise, I won’t ever forget you.”

November 24th 2367 Touya: aged sixteen You: aged fifteen

Nights come quicker in winter.

Which means less time spent with Touya.

But at least there is a little extra time when he walks you home on an evening.

It is a little awkward. Walking so close together but not actually touching aside from the occasional brush of fingers that sent your heart into a sprint. There is something unspoken between the two of you, something that teeters on the edge of romance but not something that you are both ready to dive into. It’s not like you are kids anymore, if you are going to date, it will be different than if you just liked each other. You will have to act like a girlfriend and not his friend and you didn’t know how to be a girlfriend. Was it any different than how you acted now? Plus, kissing and hand-holding. God, you want to kiss him.

You both stop at the gate of your house. The lights in the living room are on which means your parents are up waiting for you.

Touya drops your backpack at your feet.

There is a beat of stillness between the two of you, the tension rising with every second. You had not spoken a single word to each other the entire walk home and you don’t think you will even say goodbye. Touya offers you a tight smile and steps back, confirming your suspicions of a silent goodbye.

"Hey, I need to tell you something." You blurt out the words, not wanting him to leave just yet.

"Yeah?"

"I…umm," you stammer, slipping your hands into your jacket pockets. "I know it's your birthday in a few weeks, so I wanted to know what you want as a present."

"That's a question, Chihiro” Touya's mouth lifts at the corners. “You said you needed to tell me something."

“I got mixed up." You amend.

"You sure? There isn't anything you need to tell me?" Touya pushes, taking a step to close the gap.

"I'm sure. I just got confused" You nod, affirming your choice of words. “What do you want as a gift?”

"Hmm,” He pauses and takes a few more steps closer, lips pursed as if deep in thought. “Well, I want some of those cookies your mom makes." 

Touya stops a few feet from you, close enough for a hug but not close enough that it was weird. 

You laugh. "Really? That's it? You don't want a proper present?"

He nods. "Wrap it up, and it'll be a proper present.”

“Okay, cookies it is” You mirror his nod and smile. Your palms start to sweat, cheeks and ears begin to burn as you look up at your best friend.

“Any more questions?” 

You shake your head. “Nope, that’s all.” 

“Okay, well I’m gonna go 'cause I should have been home ten minutes ago but you are such a slow walker” he teases, bouncing up on his toes. 

“I-Um,” you stutter, unable to come up with a snappy comeback due to his proximity. “Go home before you get into trouble.” 

“I’m gonna.”

He makes no move to go.

Silence fills the gap.

“Ahh, well I’m going to go since-“

You’re interrupted by a soft kiss against your cheek. 

You still, unable to move at the realisation that Touya had just kissed you. 

“Okay, I’m going.” He announces and takes a step back. “I’ll see you on Monday?” 

You nod, raising a hand in goodbye as he starts back down the street.

“I hope you like me too, 'cause that kiss made me late and my dad’s gonna kill me!” he shouts back, already halfway down the street. 

“I do…like you…back” you shout awkwardly, feeling every inch of blood your body had flood into your cheeks. “Good luck. Hope your dad doesn't kill you!” 

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November 30th 2467 Touya: aged sixteen You: aged fifteen

You speak at Touya’s funeral. 

The third speaker of the ceremony, having been urged on by Fuyumi and Natsuo despite your protests, and the one to close off the day before his ashes were taken home. You tried not to cry, bottom lip wobbling all day and you would have made it had you not been shoved on stage, microphone held to your face as you unfolded the crumpled sheet you had stuffed into the pocket of your coat.

The rest of the day was a blur as was the week,  then the month and only after six full months of grieving daily, crying god only knows how much, did you finally start to see the light at the top of the hole you had buried yourself in but unlike the times you and Touya would play together, his warm hand wasn’t there to help you back up.

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January 4th 2477 Touya: aged sixteen You: aged twenty-five

You think about Touya Todoroki often.

How your best friend had been killed in some freak accident. How despite his father rushing into the flames to save his son, had come out unscathed yet all that was found was Touya’s jaw bone. It didn’t make sense and you had driven yourself crazy with theories surrounding his death. It was an accident, they had all said. Even if it was an accident, Enji Todoroki was not innocent.

You think about the kind of man Touya could have been if he had lived, what kind of hero he would have become. How he would save the day then turn and smile at his adoring fans, blue eyes blazing bright with pride. You often think about his eyes, remembering how they softened whenever he would smile at you, brighten as you offered half of whatever snack bar you had that day. You think about him enough that you think you’re going crazy when you look up into the eyes of a stranger and see Touya staring back at you.

"Touya?" you whisper as you stare at the strange man.

You had walked headfirst into their chest while crossing the dark street, ducking under awnings to avoid the winter rain. Hoping to cut ten minutes from your usual walk home, desperate to beat your roommate home and into the warm embrace of your apartment’s limited hot water, you took the risk of walking down the alley; what you weren’t hoping for was to bump into your best friend’s dead brother. There was no way it was him, maybe he was a distant Todoroki. Enji did seem like the type to spread it around so maybe a few illegitimate children were running around with the eyes of Endeavour.

His hand reaches out to grab your arm, nails digging into your exposed flesh. You want to wince, to cringe away from him but something within you is telling you to hold your ground. The stranger pulls you closer, all false bravado leaving you as you realise what’s about to happen. Your body tenses, hands uselessly curling into fists at your side.

"Who the fuck are you?" a harsh whisper cuts through the quiet patter of rain.

The hand your arm tightens when you take too long to respond. 

“I’m sorry, I thought you were someone else.” Your answer whooshes from you, all air leaving your body in a single sentence.

The stranger ducks his head to get closer to yours and you turn your face away, afraid to look into the face of the man who had the eyes of a long-lost love. This had to be some sort of joke, right? You were not about to be assaulted by a guy who had Touya’s eyes, there was no way the universe was that cruel.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to I’m sorry, please.” Hot tears roll over your cheeks, your bottom lip quivering as you fight the frown wanting to form. You were not above begging despite knowing it wouldn’t do any good, if there was some way to get out of this situation alive and unscathed, you were going to try it. 

“Hey,” the stranger calls to you, shaking you gently. “Hey, I’m not gonna hurt you.” 

Great, he’s playing mind games now. You’ve seen enough true crime to know that there are no good people left in the world, especially the ones who lurk in alleyways.

A cold hand reaches out and grips your chin, lifting your face to his. The gesture is intimate, gentle and familiar.

“I’m sorry, I really didn’t mean anything by it. I'm sorry, I-“You’re sobbing now. 

“Look at me” he interrupts, fingers tightening on your cheeks.

He repeats his order when your gaze doesn’t move.

You sniffle, blink back tears that refuse to stop coming, and focus your attention on the man before you.

“I’m not going to hurt you so stop crying,” his voice is soft.

The hand that was on your arm now cups your cheek, thumb brushing away the tears that coat your cheeks. His skin is rough and warm, but there is a bite of something cold on his palm. He holds you with such tenderness you feel a tug at your heart not for any feelings towards the stranger but because you had never been held like this before. That a complete stranger who was probably a crazy psycho villain was holding you with the care you hold a baby animal with.

“I need you to stop crying and answer me, can you do that?” he asks, nodding as his thumb continues to brush over your cheek. 

You nod, taking in a shaky breath. 

“Good girl.” Heat floods your cheeks. “Now, why is a pretty girl like you walking alone at night?” he asks softly.

You blink up at him, surprised at the switch in demeanour. 

“I just finished work and this is shortcut.” you don’t have time to come up with an elaborate lie. “I’m really sorry about the whole name thing, you just look like a friend who died and I thought that maybe he wasn’t actually- I’m sorry” You feel the tears welling up again. 

“Well, he’s not me.” He sighs, removing his hands from your face. You kind of miss the warmth they had. “I’m sorry you lost someone, but I don’t think accusing strangers of being dead people is a good idea.”

You nod wordlessly, too stunned at his shift in tone to formulate a response. The man reaches up for the hood of your raincoat, pulling it over your head tight to shield you from the rain. 

“I need one more thing from you okay?” he asks, ducking his head to look into your eyes. “You gonna listen to me again?” 

“Okay.” Your voice shakes. 

“Don’t mention that name to anyone else, alright?” 

He waits for your nod and then releases your hood. “You’re such a good listener” The fact he is praising you has your heart spinning. Wasn’t he ready to attack you a few minutes ago?

“Now go home” he nods his head to the exit of the alleyway. You follow his nod and look back at the light-filled street. “And don’t walk down backstreets anymore, you could get hurt.” 

By the time you turn back to face him, he is already halfway down the alleyway arms raised in a farewell. You watch as he turns the corner and only when he is gone do you let yourself breathe. ------

March 6th 2477 Touya: aged sixteen You: aged twenty-five

"Let it go, dude," Natsuo sighs for the umpteenth time as he packs his books away. "You're lucky you didn't get hurt. He could have been a complete psycho."

Your friend is right and has been every other time you have brought up the strange man from the alley and you can tell by the way he shoves the textbooks into his backpack that his patience is running thin. Over the years, you had grown closer to Natsuo, looking at him like a little brother who you could force to hang out with and do things Fuyumi didn't want to. Unfortunately for him, he was the first person you called upon meeting the stranger (Knowing Fuyumi would have had a heart attack upon hearing about your encounter). Initially, Natsuo was concerned, terrified for your physical and mental wellbeing even going so far as to suggest letting his father know about the incident to launch a formal investigation but you were quick to shut that down. You hadn’t been hurt and the man didn’t seem to be skulking in alleyways to assault anyone so there is no reason you should get heroes involved.

"Dude, he looked so familiar! I know him," you press on, hands splayed on the library table as you lean in as if you were about to reveal a secret. "I think he was a childhood friend."

You had purposefully omitted the fact the stranger bore a striking resemblance to his dead brother or how his entire aura radiated familiarity and warmth something you only really felt from said brother.

Natsuo laughs and zips his bag closed. " 'Yumi was your only childhood friend."

"Fine, a neighbour, maybe I don't know, but I know him."

"Should I schedule you with my family psych, or will this fade by next month?" You frown at Natsu, sigh, and then give in to his pronounced lack of interest.

"I don't need to see anyone because I know I'm right," you start to pack up your things. "But, just for you, I won't mention it again."

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May 17th 2477 Touya: aged sixteen You: aged twenty-five

You feel stupid.

Really fucking stupid.

So monumentally stupid with every single decision that has led you to this moment. Led you to stand before a thick metal door, the sliding peephole pulled back to allow the man guarding the entry a view as to who knocked like some girl scout. The box of cookies in your hands does nothing to evade that image.

“I have a meeting with…Dabi?” you look down at your phone, squinting at the blurry name on your screen then back to the man guarding whatever was in that building. “I think.”

You have no idea if you’re being set up. If the person you had been corresponding with was the infamous villain or just some poser but what you have deduced from your months long investigation is that you had in fact met Dabi in that alleyway so whether it was him or not you were about to meet, he is your only lead into finally figuring out what exactly happened to Touya

“You think?” You hear the smirk in his voice at the uncertainty in yours. “I think you might have the wrong door, sweetheart.”

It is the right door. The creepy encrypted message you received gave you this very location with the exact time to arrive. This was a giant risk on your behalf. Trusting strangers on the internet to give you accurate information as opposed to being lured into a trap for human trafficking but the need to know more about the mysterious man you had met weeks ago was gnawing at your insides so much that you were more need than person. The hunt had begun with a very broad search into Touya’s death and the records surrounding the tragedy before very quickly veering into villain records and archives. There was a small lead with a hospital admittance for an unidentified burn victim in a hospital a prefecture over from Tokyo but that went cold when the body of the patient was identified two weeks post mortem through dental records. You had all but given up when a weird email in your spam box caught your eye. It was from an unknown sender, hence the immediate spam allocation, and had nothing but a link to a chat site. There is no amount in the universe to quantify the stupidity in your subsequent actions from clicking the link to chatting with the stranger on the other side of the screen but they had the information you wanted and so you followed their instructions to a bookstore, then a bar and then finally an internet café where you logged into the already open discord chat that had the location of the final meeting point. You quickly snapped a picture of the chat before it disappeared and three days later, here you stand in a deserted alleyway surrounded by boarded-up doors and graffitied walls.

“This is the address I was given.” You explain, holding up the phone so the guy can get a look at the message. “I promise I'm not with the police or anything, I just have some questions for Dabi and I know that makes me sound like I’m a police officer but I’m not and I’ve been looking for him for weeks so please, let me in.”

Your mouth sets in a frown and despite wanting to look intimidating and rough, you know you look like a child pouting in an attempt to get more cake. “Please, I’ll give you some cookies if you want.” A shitty bribe but a bribe nonetheless.

The man snorts. “You really have cookies in that box?”

“Yes. Fresh and homemade made and some of them can be yours if you let me in” You wiggle the box.

There is a beat of silence then the sliding peephole slams shut.

Fuck.

You close your eyes, disappointed in the fact you had come so far only to be shut down by some guy behind a door. Maybe this was the universe stepping in and preventing you from getting killed or trafficked. Maybe you should let this whole thing go.

Just as the last of your hope leaves you, you hear the click of a lock and then the door is sliding open. The man who you had been speaking to not ten seconds ago stands before you, muscular tattooed arms crossed over his equally muscular chest.

“Choc chip?” he asks, eyes trained on the box in your hand.

You nod.

“Fine, come in” The man tilts his head in a gesture to welcome you in. “Leave some on the counter.”  

You nod again, your pace quick as you enter the building beyond the door.

The hallway is dim and damp, filled with cardboard and wooden crates stacked along the walls. The ceilings are high with exposed piping and hanging fluorescent bars that would have once lit up the entire walkway. Light bleeds beneath the many doors that line the hall, muted sounds following the flashes of colour that leak from the closed-off rooms. The smell is unpleasant, with mildew and mould growing along every available surface but what did you expect a dirty unoccupied building to smell like?

“Where’s the?” you turn to ask about the counter, but the man has disappeared. The door slides shut caging you in from the outside world, from an escape if need be. “Hello?” you call out and take a step back, dried leaves crunching beneath your feet.

Fuck. Fuck.

You turn on your heels, heading for the door you had stepped through a few seconds ago but are stopped by a familiar voice.

“Did you really bring me cookies?”

You whirl, fingers tightening on the box between them. “Yes, but if you don’t want them, it’s okay. I just thought that I might-“

You watch as the man you had met weeks before steps into the dim light. Breath catches in your throat as you are met with the face of the villain that has filled your screen for weeks now.

Dabi.

He is taller than you remember. Towering a full foot over you, his intimidating figure looms in the dim light. Your eyes follow the line of his scarred skin over his cheeks, down his neck, over exposed collarbones before disappearing beneath the neck of his shirt. Heat fills your face at your wandering gaze and you’re thankful for the lack of lighting.

“Who says I don’t want cookies?” Dabi smirks, taking a step out of the shadows.

“No one.” your answer is a broken stammer, earning a bemused snicker from your companion.

You take in a breath and square your shoulders. “I just don’t want to accuse you of anything.” A better delivery.

The villain hums and takes another step closer. “So, it is you then.”

Another foot closer, and when you don’t back away, one more. His steps are careful; small and reserved as if trying not to frighten you anymore than you already are. The routine is repeated, a hesitant dance of pushing proximity limits until he is less than a foot away. Blue eyes narrowed on you, brows furrowed in intrigue. Same blue as before. Same blue eyes as Touya.

His apprehension and fascination leave as quickly as it came, and you're left staring at a man who looks as if he wants nothing more to do with you.

“So, pretty girl, what can I do for you?” tone casual, pet name rolling off his tongue effortlessly. “You’ve gone through all this trouble to what?”

The thought of lying did cross your mind on your way over but you had already jumped through enough loops to get this meeting, you aren’t in the mood to play games and risk his irritation.

“I wanted to talk to you about something.”

Dabi tilts his head to the side the way an animal does to hear better. There is something so unsettling about the he moves, something not entirely human.

“Talk about what, angel?” his eyes blaze blue as he notices the twitch in your lips at the byname. “About the league? About you? Me?”

“About you.”

Heat pools in your stomach at his affectionate pet name, embarrassment following suit. You should not be letting him get to you the way he is, but it could also be a good bargaining chip. If you couldn’t afford his services monetarily, physical payment would not be entirely painful.

“We can talk about me but first, I want to ask you something.”

“Sure.” The false confidence you had summoned before has not left you yet.

The insincerity of your act is palpable, but Dabi lets you go, lets you take this small win.

“How long did it take you to find me?” his question is genuine, interested in just how exclusive access to him is.

An exhausted sigh leaves your body at the mention of the time that you had put into locating him and his lips quirk at the gesture.

“Four months and 2 weeks, I think.”

An irrationally long time but there are questions that demanding answers.

“So, you’ve spent almost five months thinking about me?” he taunts.

Me. The emphasis on the pronoun doesn’t evade you but you don’t have time to dwell on his excitement.

“Yes. And now I’ve answered two of your questions, can I ask one?”

Dabi shrugs and reaches for the box in your hands. Rough fingers brush against the back of your hands, goosebumps skittering over your skin at the contact. He takes his time opening the small white box, bottom lip pulled between his teeth in contemplation at the contents before him and after a full minute of silent deliberation, does he pick one. Slender unscarred fingers dig into the box, fishing out the biggest and most chocolate filled treat.

“Did you make these?” Dabi holds up the choc chip cookie, inspecting the biscuit in the low light.

“That’s three questions now.” you announce as the unofficial score keeper. “and yes, I made them this morning.”

The making of the desserts had been a coping mechanism on your part. Too nervous to sit still but not so overstimulated you were willing to exercise to shake off the extra energy, you turned to an activity you hadn’t touched since university. The recipe was one you know by heart, having it gifted to you by your mother on your eighteenth birthday, you were free to think as your body worked through the motions. However, the purpose behind you baking said sweets was not entirely self-soothing.

Dabi nods and bites into the biscuit.

“I know you already said you don’t know the guy I mentioned when I first met you and I haven’t mentioned him to anyone again just like you asked me, and I figured with you being a villain, you might have connections that I don’t have and you can access more information as to what happened to him and I promise that I can pay. I’ll pay whatever you want but I don’t really have that much but I’ll pay in food, and that’s kinda why I brought some cookies to show that I can bake but that will only be a small amount because I’m good for a couple thousand-“ you reach into your back pocket to fish out your wallet. “I promise, I won't ever mention this to anyone, but I just really need your help, Dabi.” The juxtaposition of your pastel purple Kuromi wallet holding thousands of dollars as payment for a villain’s services almost makes you chuckle but the lack of recognition from your companion causes you to pocket the purse.

Dabi’s stare is unamused as he chews.

“Why is this guy so important to you?” he asks around a mouthful of chocolate. “You’re willing to blow thousands on some dead guy, not to mention you’ve risked your life coming here, so why is he so special?”

Your fingers curl into a fist, nails digging into your palm before you relax and answer.

“Because he died in a really weird way, and I need to know if there was anything I could have done to prevent it.”

“That’s a stupid reason.” Dabi spits out.

A frown tugs at your mouth.

“He’s dead. Who cares how he died and whether you could stop it or not.” He continues, rolling his eyes as your pout forms. “What’s the real reason you’re looking for answers? There’s something else.”

“It’s stupid.” You mutter, suddenly embarrassed at the reasoning for your investigation.

“Ohh, it can’t be that stupid if you’ve put all this effort in.” Dabi croons. “Come on, angel. You’ve gotta tell me why if I’m gonna do all this work looking for him.”

You take in a deep breath in hopes of smothering the tears that are threatening to spill but the lump sticking in your throat has other plans.

“Because he was my best friend and I loved him and I never got to say goodbye.” You sniff, nose starting to run as the tears build. “Please.”

Dabi stares at you.

“You made these?” the question comes out of left field.

You blink at the villain, unaware as to where he is taking the conversation but answer him nonetheless.

“Yes, I did. It’s stupid I know, bringing cookies as a bargaining chip but I-“

“Your mom’s cookies are better.”  Dabi interrupts.

My what? My mom?

“What?”

He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “I’m sorry but her cookies will always be the best.”

Your jaw slackens as you stare at the man before you.

“My mother?”

“Yes. Your mom made better cookies, and it’s not for lack of trying. Yours are really good, but they’ll never beat your mom's.”

Is he fucking with you? Is this some elaborate psychological warfare that he enacted on all his victims? Are you about to die? How does he know about your mother’s cookies?

“Aww, don’t get upset Chihiro. I'm just being honest.”

The nickname rattles your soul.

Touya.

Before you can even register that you are moving, you have crossed the space between your bodies and swung at the villain.

Your clenched fist collides with his jaw, surprising him out of his teasing. Arms wrap around your waist as you collapse against the villain. Your knees break the fall, bones scream out in pain as they slam into the concrete, and you brace for further impact but it never comes. There is a moment when you truly believe you are going to be killed, incinerated into nothing but ash for your assault but nothing happens and so you are left with no other choice but to get answers from the man under you. There is no clear choice as to why you chose violence, some primal part within you acting out of instinct. There isn’t enough time for you brain to catch up or even process that information that had been thrown at you. . In most high-pressure situations, you would retreat inwards and carefully unpack each and every detail of the occurrence like you were a kid under a Christmas tree; not a package left untouched, but you don’t have that luxury in the current moment.

Hot fat tears stream down your face as you grip Dabi’s cheeks in your hand, his skin rough beneath your fingers.

“You’ve been alive this whole time?” you cry, fingers digging into the gaunt flesh and when no answer comes you ask again, the palm of your hand connecting with his cheek in a sharp slap. “You left me to think you were dead, but you’ve been alive?”

Below you, the villain stares up in disbelief. Eyes wide at the mad woman above him, screeching like a banshee let loose. His thin shirt is scrunched tightly between your fingers, pulling the material taunt against his body. You have no control over your actions, feral and bowing to your emotions. You watch as your hand slips to his neck, pushing at the base of his throat.

Finger wraps around your wrist, pulling your weight off his windpipe and then the world shifts.

You are flipped over as easily as a leaf in the wind. Now on your back, the dust that had been kicked up from the floor sticks in your lungs and you cough as you cry.

Dabi hovers above you. Legs on either side of your hips, hands pinning yours above your head preventing you from causing any more harm to him. You try to kick, to wrench your hands from his grasp, throw him off you with your hips but nothing. You fight back against your opponent, teeth gnashing as you desperately try to find purchase on skin but he has done this too many times before to leave anything to chance. All points of access to an injury on his behalf are sealed up, held high above you and there is nothing you can do to reach.

Your cries are loud and deep and aching. Air leaves you with each heaving sob and you fear you may never breathe again. Spit and tears mix in a hot mess across your cheeks and you would wipe away the mess if not for your hands held above.

“I hate you so much.” You seethe, teeth clenched as you breathe in. “I fucking hate you.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” You hear Dabi apologising over and over again.

A hand brushes over your forehead, then your cheeks, then your jaw.

“You left me.” You wail. “You left me there, all alone.”

Your chest heaves, air being gulped down as if you had been held underwater to the point of drowning and it felt like you had been. You had been held under for so many years and now you were getting a moment of air, and your brain could not process it. 

You take a few more breaths, calming the blood roaring in your ears and pounding heart and finally when your breathing returns to a semi-acceptable rhythm, do you finally acknowledge the man above you.

Dabi glides his palm along your jaw, thumb brushing over your cheekbone before resting his fingers along the side of your neck.

“I’m so sorry.”

A frown pulls at the corners of his mouth.

There is no longer a villain before you. Dabi does not exist. The boy above you is Touya. Your Touya.

You knew it. You knew it was him all along.

“Is it really you?” your voice is hoarse from crying.

“If I answer, you need to promise to keep it a secret,” he whispers, free hand curling in the ends of your hair that lay splayed out beneath you.

“Promise.” You nod and hold out your pinkie the way you did so many times as children.

Touya interlocks his pinkie with yours.

Fresh tears prick at your eyes.

“Hi, Touya,” you whisper.

“Hi.” He whispers back, hand pulling away from yours to glide over your jaw and slot into the hair at the nape of your neck. “I missed you.”

You wrap your arms around his waist and pull his body against yours in a bone-crushing hug. A laugh leaves your friend as he loops his arm around the back of your neck, holding you close. You pull back, face now centimetres from him and wait for him to make the next move. Your body follows his breaths, following his lead just the way you would follow him all those years ago. A lump forms in your throat and you know you look insane; hair mused, cheeks flushed and soaked in tears, eyes still red and crying.

Touya closes the distance, mouth hovering above yours and you think he is going to kiss you but nothing comes.

“Did you really love me?”

A sob leaves you involuntarily.

“I loved you so much, you have no idea.” The truth spills from you. “I love you so much.”

At the confession, Touya kisses you.

His mouth is soft on yours in the gentlest of kisses, almost as if he was afraid that you would fall apart if he pushed any harder. You part your lips to test the waters and when Touya follows your lead opening his mouth against yours, you grip onto the shirt bunched up around his waist. He lets you lead, lets you take control and set the pace for the first few minutes. Following your moves and pressure against your body to not push you any more than you already had been but as you whimper beneath him, his demeanour shifts.

Fingers tighten in your hair and the hand that had been holding himself up comes to rest on your waist, slipping beneath your body to pull you closer to him. Your mouth opens wider beneath his and you feel his tongue trace your bottom lip before flicking into your mouth. Menthol and chocolate fill your senses and you scramble for more, hands gripping his face as you desperately try to get your fill of him; of Touya. The steel of the staples bites into your palm but you don’t care, don’t care what form you have him in, you have your Touya back.

You’re being lifted off the floor, hoisted to sit on his lap, feeling the entirety of his body against yours.

You pull away to stare at him, not believing this is happening and that at any moment you are going to wake up or snap out of your delusion.

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” Touya asks, eyes frantically searching for the reason you aren’t kissing him anymore.

Your chest constricts at his concern. The same sweet and caring boy you fell in love with all those years ago.

“I’m okay, I just-“You stroke his cheeks and he leans into your touch, inhaling a shaky breath. “I missed you so much. There was so much we didn’t get to do.”

He frowns and nuzzles further into your palm. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. I don’t want you to apologise, I just want..” You can’t form the words. Can’t articulate the need within you for him. All these years you’ve held a torch for your deceased best friend. All these years you could have had him with you and now that you do, you aren’t letting go. “I just want you.”

Touya’s frown deepens. “Even now?”  His thumbs stroke circles along your clothed skin.

You know he is referring to his crimes. All the bad he has done and probably will do. You do not care. You had long ago abandoned your hope in the heroes of society, having been granted a look into the past of the now top hero. There is nothing for you in that world, nothing on offer that could sway your feelings for the man below you.

“Even now, and tomorrow and the day after that and yesterday and the day before and the month before that” You smile, knowing you weren’t making sense but none of this made sense. “I never forgot about you.”

Touya’s eyebrows knit together in an expression you don’t know and for a moment you panic; worried you had crossed a line that you didn’t know existed. You want to apologise, take back the words that had so carelessly tumbled out but his grip on your body stops you.

“I never stopped thinking about you,” he sighs, hands sliding up to press into the small of your back.

“Really?” you beam, unable to stifle the excitement that grows in you at his confession.

You are no longer an adult woman sitting in a dirty and dusty warehouse; you are fifteen and hearing your crush confess words you had been so desperately wishing to be spoken.

Your best friend’s fingers trailing over your spine pull you back to the present.

“Never for a single second,” he tests the waters and slips one hand under the hem of your shirt. “I never wanted to forget you.”

When no protest on your behalf comes, Touya slips his other hand beneath the material and begins to trace shapes into your skin.

“What did you think about?” your question is breathless, head beginning to swim as you feel heat bloom in your stomach.

Touya hums in thought, fingers beginning to climb your ribs. “Good things. Great things actually.” hands splay over the band of your bra. “some bad things but that isn’t important.”

Your thighs slip further apart at the implication; weight now fully resting atop his hips. There is no doubt that he can feel the heat from between your legs, the warmth that had begun to pool in the seam of your panties.

“Bad things?” you ask the question without knowing what kind of answer you would get. “I was nothing but nice to you, what bad things could you be thinking of?”

You feel his cock twitch at your innocence. Perfect.

Your answer comes in the form of an action. Touya leans forward and captures your mouth in a searing kiss. All teeth and tongue as his fingers pressed hard into your spine, holding you against his body as if you are a buoy and he is lost at sea. Your own hands begin to wander, sliding from where they came to rest on his neck, into the hair at the nape of his neck and as he digs his teeth into your bottom, you pull at the strands between your digits.

Touya pulls away, breathless.

“I always kept an eye on you, you know.” he pants, pushing your body away only enough to ogle you freely. “And I’ve gotta say you grew up so well.”

There are two thoughts that cross your mind in that spilt second. One: to bring up the fact he has kept you within his sighs for years, has been in the shadows of you life and how there is a part of you, not that big but enough to plant a seed of betrayal, that you can’t forgive him for that. Two: to throw caution to the wind and give into the part of you that aches for him.

The latter wins out.

“I did always think that Dabi was really handsome” you admit, an air of nonchalance in your words.

“Oh yeah? Even with all the new mods?”

“New mods?” you laugh. “Why do you make it sound like you’ve upgraded a game or something?”

Touya laughs with you.

“I’m serious,” vulnerability swims in his eyes as he looks up at you waiting for praise. “Do you really think that I’m still handsome?”

You nod and duck your head closer to his. “I still think you’re so handsome and you will always be handsome, which is really unfair.”

His lips are pressed against yours in a soft kiss. It's gentle and sweet, with no hint of the darkness lurking just below.

“Even after all these years how do you manage to make me so weak?” Touya pulls away to admire you.”You, my pretty girl, are my weakness.”

He tucks your hair behind your ears, holding your cheeks in his cupped hands and pulls you back in for a kiss and you melt into his touch at the possessive compliment.

“All these years, I never thought I’d get to talk to you again let alone touch you.” His mouth moves to your neck, pressing sloppy open-mouthed kisses against your skin. “but, fuck, have I thought about it.”

Your skin flushes at his confession.

His teeth sink into your neck, hard enough to leave a mark but not enough to break the skin.

“Thought about kissing you like this” his words are slurred.

Slick begins to pool in your panties, the seam of your jeans dampening.

“Thought about having you in my lap, just the way you are and how good you’d feel on my cock.”

Your head swims at his words.

“When I saw you again for the first time a few years ago, it took everything in me to not walk up to you and kiss you right there and then.” He bites lower, nipping at your collarbone.

Rough hands make their way under your shirt, exploring the expanse of your back.

“Thought about holding you and kissing you and taking you home.” he bites again. “God, the amount of time I’ve spent imagining you under me or spread out just for me.” Breathing becomes hard. “All for me, just for me.” He chants your name as if it were a prayer.

You grind your hips over his, feeling his cock hard and aching beneath you. Touya groans against your throat, fingers digging into your skin. Hands begin to wander downwards until they find purchase on the buttons of his pants, stopping at the metal for approval from the man beneath you and when it comes in a rushed yes, please you flick open the clasp. Your movements are awkward and nervous, having never thought this would happen and you can tell Touya is just as jittery. His fingers dip under the waistband of your pants, toying with the soft elastic of the band. Your hands follow his and pull at the material, trying to pull it down but stop at the realisation there is no way you could do this and still look seductive.

“I’m trying really hard to make this hot, but I don’t think it’s gonna work.” You admit, giggling at the absurdity.

Touya shakes his head, removing his hands from your hips to hold your face again. “I don’t want to fuck you here.” He presses a kiss to your nose.

Before you can ask, he is answering.

“I’m not gonna have the first time I fuck you be on a dirty floor in a random building.” A kiss on your right cheek.

“But what if I want that?” you retort, hand reaching down between the two of you.

His breath catches as your fingers brush against his clothed cock.

“I know you want that,” he pulls your hand away and entwines your fingers. “and you know I do too,” A kiss to your left cheek. “But I had a plan back when we were younger,” he brings your hand to his lips. “and I’ve already had so much taken from us that I’m not letting our first time be taken too.”

Your heart squeezes. He really is the same boy you fell in love with.

“So as much as we both want it, please let me do this, okay?”

You pout, a habit you had formed long ago that usually got you what you wanted from him.

“Please, baby.” The pet name is a gut punch.

 You nod and hold up your pinkie.

“You promise?”

Touya grins wider than you had ever seen and entwines his finger with yours.

“I promise.”

May 17th 2477 Touya: aged twenty-six You: aged twenty-five

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ᰔ a/n: NOT PROOFREAD! ohmygosh, this was a long haul. I wrote it and then rewrote it and then rewrote it and so on and so forth till I got here. tiny TINY smut cause i didn’t wanna write a whole ass thing so I might do a one shot of it later. this exhausted me holy- also shout out to billie eilish lmao her entire new album helped me write this mainly chihiro, the greatest and blue but also harry styles' as it was and madds buckley's brother

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†  clingy. : various.

❥ scenario: they snap at you for being clingy because they're idiots with zero emotional communication skills. ❥ requested. ❥ no warnings. ❥ a/n:

❥ this post includes: kat, shoto and p/h toya.

❥ katsuki.

bakugo had never been one to welcome attention, let alone public displays of affection, but with you, he found himself growing used to it. you’d always wrap your arms around him when he was with his friends, planting quick kisses on his cheek, smiling up at him as if he was the only person in the world. and though he grumbled about it, he never actually stopped you. part of him had grown attached to being treated like such.

one day, bakugo’s patience was running thin. you were hanging out with kirishima and the others in the common room, nestled close to bakugo on the couch with your arm around his shoulders. his day hadn't gone exactly how he wanted and for some reason, your affection was beginning to grate harsh on his nerves, which could be seen in how he tensed and shifted.

“you okay, kat?” you murmured softly, rubbing his shoulder.

his jaw tightened, and without warning, he snapped, “would you stop being so damn clingy? just… back off a little, alright?”

the room fell into an awkward silence as your eyes widened, hurt flashing across your face. you withdrew your arm, giving him a small nod as you stood up. “sorry, i hadn't.. realized it was bother you,” you mumbled, your voice thick. you couldn't deny the annoyance that came from him never saying anything beforehand.

the others exchanged glances, but you didn’t wait for anyone to say anything. you just left. and bakugo, the anger in his chest fading into guilt, stayed behind, feeling the weight of what he’d just done. normally, he'd keep such comments to private settings - your relationship wasn't anyone else's business.

for the next few days, you avoided him entirely. whenever he walked into the room, you were quick to make an excuse to leave, barely sparing him a glance. at first, he told himself it was for the best - you both needed space. but as the days went by, he felt the emptiness of your absence more than he cared to admit. he missed the warmth of your touch, your gentle kisses, the way you made him feel like he was more than just... him.

finally, unable to handle it anymore, he tracked you down after training one evening. you were gathering your things, about to head to your dorm, when he stepped in front of you, blocking your path.

“hey,” he started, voice rough, “we need to talk.”

you raised a brow. “what’s there to talk about? you wanted space, so i’m giving it to you.”

bakugo’s chest tightened at the tone of voice you used. he hesitated, then let out a heavy sigh. “i messed up, okay? i… i didn’t mean it like that.”

you crossed your arms, getting a little annoyed. “it sounded pretty clear to me.”

he reached out, gently touching your shoulder. “look… i shouldn’t have said that. i was just pissed about… stuff, and i took it out on you. i’m sorry.”

you paused, searching his eyes for sincerity. “ oh really?”

bakugo nodded, his voice softening. “yeah. i miss you… everything about you.” he rubbed the back of his neck, struggling to find the right words. “i’m an idiot, but… i don’t want you to stop. i just want you. all of you. and.... next time, i'll just.. pull you aside and talk to you.”

a small smile broke through your expression, and you stepped closer, wrapping your arms around him. “you better mean that,” you murmured.

bakugo hugged you back, pressing his face into your hair. “i do. i’m sorry.” and in that moment, he knew he’d never let you go again.

you, on the other hand, while relieved, had to stop from teasing him.

❥ shoto.

with shoto, your relationship was a balance of warmth and tenderness. he'd taken time to grow used to your affection but he found it calming. when you'd reach for his hand or rest on his shoulders - he was content. most of the time.

it wasn't often that shoto's patience wore thin, but it wasn't impossible. you were at a gathering with friends, chatting in a close circle when you leaned in to kiss his cheek. already tense from a difficult day, he shifted away slightly, and when you didn’t catch on, he muttered, “could you stop being so clingy? just… give me some space.”

you weren't offended by him asking for space, of course not, you were more than fine respecting his wishes and giving him space. the word 'clingy' cut deep, on the other hand, causing your mood to falter a bit. "sure, shoto." your smile wasn't as bright but you nodded, moving away from him to join a few of the others on the other side of the group.

the realization hit him a second too late - he’d pushed you away. the days went on and he started to feel empty. he noticed you slipping out of rooms when he entered, excusing yourself whenever he tried to talk to you. he had wanted space but it was too much.

shoto didn’t know how to bridge the gap he’d created. he wanted to apologize, to pull you close and tell you how much he missed you. but he wasn’t sure how. one evening, as he spotted you at the training field, he found his chance.

“can we talk?” he asked quietly, stepping up to you.

you let the question linger for a moment before shrugging, turning back to your gear. “what’s there to talk about, shoto? you made it clear how you feel.”

shoto’s throat tightened, gaze lowering. “no… i didn’t. i was… i was just in a bad mood, and i took it out on you. i am sorry.”

you finally looked up at him, your eyes filled with hurt. “do you even realize how shitty that was? i thought you wanted to break up.”

shoto’s heart clenched, and he shook his head, stepping closer. “i don’t. i could never want that. i just…” he let out a sigh, his fingers brushing against yours. “i’m not used to people caring about me like that. but… i need you, and i don’t want to lose you.”

your expression softened, only slightly, and you allowed him to take your hand. “are you sure?”

shoto nodded, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. “i’m sure. i’ll do better… i promise.” and as you leaned in, he finally understood how much he needed your love.

❥ toya.

being with toya was always an adventure, with his quick wit and casual confidence keeping you on your toes. despite his sarcastic nature, he was surprisingly warm and affectionate, and everyone knew it. he’d let you drape yourself across him, hold his hand, and even ruffle his hair in front of others. he enjoyed it, the public display and lack of shame to be with him. he never complained - until one day, everything was rubbing him the wrong way.

the agency was alive with a small gathering after a rough mission, everyone trying to wind down, chatting and laughing. you were lost in conversation when you leaned against toya, your head resting against his shoulder. his brow furrowed and he pulled away, muttering, “you’re so clingy. could you just… back off for once?”

the words hit you like a slap, and your heart dropped. the few others you'd been speaking to fell silent, everyone casting awkward glances your way. you straightened, blinking back the hurt as you nodded. “fine. i’ll… give you some space.”

from that moment on, you started avoiding him. when he looked for you in the agency, you’d already left. if he texted you, you responded with short replies. at first, toya told himself he'd play along, deciding you'd end up breaking first and boy, was he wrong. he missed you -missed the warmth of your touch, the way you’d always cheer him up with a smile.

finally, he tracked you down one evening, catching you just as you were leaving the agency. he stepped in front of you, blocking your path. “we need to talk.”

you shook your head, avoiding his gaze. “oh? do we? i wouldn't want to cling too much.”

toya’s jaw clenched, and he reached out, gently grabbing your arm. “you know that’s not what i meant.”

you looked at him, agitation clear on your features. “then what did you mean, toya? because i thought… maybe you were sick of me.”

his face softened, and he let out a heavy sigh. “i’m an idiot, okay? i didn’t mean any of that.” hr groaned, getting a little annoyed with himself and his inability to find the right words. “i was just… mad at everything else. and i took it out on you. i miss you… everything about you.”

you felt the anger and sadness in your chest slowly melt away. “are you sure? i didn't really enjoy being called clingy.”

he gave you a small, lopsided smile, nodding. “yeah. i’m sorry. just… stay, alright? i don’t want you to leave.”

you nodded, stepping closer as he wrapped his arms around you. and in that embrace, you knew he meant it.

“alright, fine but.. next time, it might come down to a fight-“

he chuckled, rolling his eyes. “sounds fair.“

[trueshellz]

Set in the same theme as this

A little side note: Touya, from my research, means 'arrow of light' so I wanted his son's name to have a similar theme so Tadaaki means 'bright light'.

Daddy!Dabi, sorry Touya, who keeps having random toys delivered to your house. You're sure the driver knows your name by now since you're getting a parcel every day and to make it worse the little demon child seems more interest in the box and wrapping paper than the actual gift inside the damn thing.

"Tadaaki, I swear to God."

You sat on the floor next to him as he tried to ingest yet another piece of paper from the floor, wrestling the small sodden pieces from his hand and replaced it with his dummy even as he screwed up his face in frustration.

"Just let him eat it."

Shaking your head in exasperation, you turned to the window and glared at Touya. The grin on his face as he crouched on the window ledge made you even more frustrated so you threw some paper at his stupid head.

"Very helpful, thank you."

A snort as he jumped down, the thud as his boots hit the floor before he quickly removed them and replaced them with the slippers you chose for him. They were huge Smurf feet, something you would tease him with when you were together, and when you saw them in the local shop you just had to get them.

A loud squeal as Tadaaki stood up and toddled over to his dad, Touya was still a little hesitant as the little hands held on his larger ones. You could see the gloves he was wearing, something you noticed after you met in the park and assumed it was to protect Tadaaki from the staples. A louder squeal this time as Touya hefted him up in the air, the dummy landing on the floor as your son flew up in the air.

"You know, he just ate. If he-"

"Oh shit!"

"-pukes it'll be your own fault."

You couldn't help but laugh out loud this time, your son looking awfully chuffed with himself as his dad looked like he was about to throw up himself. Holding Tadaaki at arms length, his face turned away as he thrust him out to you and pulled the jacket and t-shirt he was wearing off and wiping himself down with some baby wipes while mock glaring at you.

"You can stop laughing, brat. I learnt my lesson."

[coldember]

you kissing them on the cheek (pt2.)

(ft. shota aizawa, keigo takami, dabi)

note: sorry for the long wait ! i have just been busy <33. this is part one

warning: a little suggestive, wholesome !

shota aizawa

keigo takami

dabi

[dabiloveln]

no but tell me why did he kinda look like an otter

especially with those new scars ilovehimsomucheueuughhhhhh

[touyafootfetish]

Yes, I do believe Endeavor would 100% break down in tears if he got to see little Touya again. He would fall to his hands and knees and sob if he got to see that boy again.

[xllizs]

thinking about touya todoroki who after waking up from his coma, has HORRENDOUS HAND WRITING. now believe me, he has great grammar. Endeavor definitely made sure during touyas training that he could write well, had good grammar, etc. but after a 3 year coma, (and practically being burnt alive), he kinda had to get used to writing again.

cw: none, fluff but like not at all..? idk just a ramble

.......

texting is easy for him. he definitely uses capitals when he starts sentences.

“Hey, I’m stopping by the gas station for cigarettes. You need anything?” - a message from touya

very formal - even as a villain, it’s just a habit.

but when you saw his hand writing… it was… something.

“stop being an asshole.” he scowls, “it’s been like 3 years”

You try to hold in a giggle, but it’s too hard. “touya, is that a ‘P’ or an ‘F’? i genuinely can’t tell.”

“the fuck you mean? its a p.” he rolls his eyes

“how about you just tell me what you want from the store and i’ll write it?”

“whatever.”

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- MESSAGES -

Touya: Shigaraki is pissing me off, I don’t know what time I’ll get back.

You: awww okkk oh btw i got u smth 4 dinner earlier so js lemme know when u think ur coming back

Touya: What the fuck did you just say to me?

You: wdym

Touya: Do you know how to speak like a normal fucking person? Read 8:47 PM

Touya: Hello?

You: i don't wanna hear it from someone w/ handwriting that nobody understands.

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xllizs notes: I've awakened from my writing break, i have like 20 fanfic ideas - hope u enjoyed this little thing <3

[red-riot-unbreakable-heart]

Unexpected Flames | Dabi/Touya x Reader

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Ship: Dabi/Touya Todoroki x AFAB Reader 💋

Summary: AU where you and Touya have been life long best friends and are about to graduate from UA together. He's still a dramatic, possessive goof but he wants to focus his talents on being a Pro Hero. And sleeping with you. You're surprised (and delighted) when your typical Friday movie night takes a sexy turn with your best friend.

Genre: Smut, Romance, S*xual Tension

CW: MDNI!, A18+, kissing, romance, sexual tension, dry humping, grinding, oral sex, smut, dirty talk, hair pulling, PIV, penetrative sex, teasing

💕Link to My Master List 💕

Unexpected Flames

You were watching a horror film with your best friend from UA, Touya “Dabi” Todoroki.  You both have been friends for what seems like forever – well since grade school You’re currently seniors in your class, freshly 18 and itching to graduate into the world so you can be Pro Heroes together.

The two of you have a lovely group of friends – your hero class is unusually close and often spends the weekends together socializing and studying. But Friday nights are sacred and reserved for just you and Touya. Ever since you were kids you’d meet up for your weekly movie night – a festive affair for just the two of you spent in the basement of your parent’s house. Touya’s family is super large and he craves time alone, away from his little brothers and sister where he doesn’t need to be “the responsible one.” On these special nights together you can just be two goofy kids – sharing junk food, laughing at stupid films and dreaming about your futures as Pro Heros. On Friday nights your strict hero-in-training diets fly out the window as the two of you feast on popcorn, candy and whatever weird soda flavor Touya manages to dig up at the local Seven Eleven.

Tonight, you’re parents are out at a dinner party so the two of you have the house to yourselves. You’re watching a slasher flick - the kind that makes you squirm in your seat. You didn’t really want to watch this one, but Touya’s let you pick the last 3 movie night films so it’s only fair that you let him choose this time around. He knows you hate scary movies, and he smirks each time you jump in your seat. Over the course of the last hour, you’ve moved closer and closer to him on the couch until you’re buried in his side. His arm is stretched out on the back of the couch behind you. Whenever a particularly gruesome scene presents itself, you squeak and bury your face in his well-loved punk band t-shirt. Touya laughs at you each time.

Here’s the thing about Touya – he’s an acquired taste. He’s moody and possessive and sometimes can seem more villain than hero, but you know deep down in your gut that he’s a good person. He’s fiercely loyal and deeply protective of his friends and loved ones. He’s just immature with a bad temper – you’re certain he’ll grow out of the more volatile parts of his attitude with time and training out in the real world. He can be kind of a mess sometimes – and you’ve got the biggest crush on him. It’s never something you’d act on, of course. You’ve been best friends for the better part of a decade, and there’s no way in hell that you’d jeopardize your friendship with this angsty but wonderful boy.

The film continues and takes an unexpected turn – the heroine gets the upper hand and manages to defeat the ghostly villain. You swear under your breath when the credits roll, thankful that the bloody film is finally over. You’re still folded into Touya’s side. This isn’t an unusual position for the two of you – you’re close and fairly touchy. But the mood shifts when Touya brings his arm down from the couch to curl around you as the end credits continue to play. You feel goose bumps rise across your arms as his large hand pulls you close.

“That was pretty good – I kind of wanted the ghost to get her in the end, though. You up for another?” He asks, his voice husky. He deliberately doesn’t make eye contact with you, staring straight ahead at the screen.

“Yeah, but let me get some more popcorn. Can we watch something a little less dark this time around?” You breathe out shakily, moving so you can get to your feet so you can get more snacks. He reluctantly lets you out of his grasp, and you rise to your feet and shuffle to grab the empty bowl. You trip over Touya’s shoes which have been abandoned on the floor. The checkered vans fly across the room and you tumble onto the couch. Your friend’s lightening fast hero reflexes save you from hitting your head – one hand splayed out behind your back, the other bracketed above your head.

You realize with a start that Touya is straddling you, hovering a breath away.

“You okay?” He whispers as you struggle to catch your breath.

“Y-yeah. Shit, I’m sorry. Let me get up and refill the pop corn.” You try to shift out of his arms but he holds you underneath him.

“No – ugh – stay here a sec.” He shifts nervously above you.

“Touya?” You say breathlessly, a question working its way up your throat. You’ve never been in a position like this before – you feel vulnerable, at his mercy. Your heart drums in your chest as you look up into those bright, endless eyes. His own eyes dart down to your lips and back up at your face. Is he going to…?

You think he might kiss you, but instead he drops most of his weight down onto your body. You feel his lanky form relax gently on top of you, he lets his legs and arm relax so that he’s resting flush against you.

“There’s something I want to do…something I’d like to try.” He says in a hoarse whisper. You don’t say anything as you look up at him with wide eyes, nervous but feeling electrified at the feeling of his body against yours.

He keeps his eyes locked on you as he slowly grinds down into you. You let out a small moan of surprise - absolutely seeing stars as you feel his hardening cock grind into your sensitive pussy between several layers of clothing.

You need to stop this before it goes too far. You’re best friends after all. Sure – Touya can be a possessive freak. But deep down he’s sweet. He’s known you practically forever and he’s your go-to person. You can’t cross this line with him, you won’t.

“Touya, I -“

He cuts you off with a hiss. “Shh.” Then he grinds into you again, finding the perfect angle that the tip of his cock lines up with your clit through the soft fabric of your tiny shorts.

“Fuck.”

He grins wickedly down at you. You open your mouth to protest again, but he shuts you up with a kiss. His lips melt into your own and you can’t help but sigh at the contact. You’ve secretly wanted him like this for so long. His mouth feels even more amazing than you’d ever envisioned, and when he bites your bottom lip and then slips his tongue inside your mouth it truly feels like heaven.

You make out furiously as he rolls his hips against you. Every point where your bodies meet feels charged, and when he forces you to turn your head to the side so that he can kiss his way down your neck your eyes practically roll back in your head.

Your breath comes out in pants, an overwhelming pleasure in your belly pushing you over the edge. His hot hands sneak up your shirt and jam under your bra. You cry out as his fingers grip the soft flesh of your breasts and he quickly finds your nipples and squeezes. You grasp desperately for a fistful of his skinny ass, slipping your hands into the back pockets of his jeans for leverage.

“Touya! Touya, you idiot – we should stop. You’re gonna make me – “

“Cum.” He says it short and to the point.

And you do. What neither of you expect is the way you whine out his name as you finish. It’s so pitiful and needy, and it makes your friend flush bright red when he hears it. His eyes are large and unbelieving. He’s practically salivating at the way your tongue rolls around his name.

He holds you for a moment, letting you come down from your high. You feel jittery and embarrassed that he’s taken you apart fully clothed and so easily. He buries his face in your shoulder for a moment, trying to keep you from seeing the intense blush that’s dominating his aristocratic pale features.

“Touya, what the hell was that?” You breathe, arms winding around his muscular back.

“I couldn’t help myself.” He groans into the flesh of your neck, leaving a light kiss on the sensitive skin. “You were just laying there looking so helpless, practically begging for me to have you.”

“But Touya…what if this makes things weird between us? Everything has always been so easy. And now…” You trail off, unsure of what comes next.

“I can’t stay just friends with you anymore. Haven’t you noticed how much I fuckin’ want you Y/N? You’re so fucking gorgeous and I just need you to be all mine.” He pulls himself up so he can look you in the eyes, blush be damned.

His gaze is so intense it sends shockwaves of want through your body.

“Tell me that didn’t feel right? Tell me you want me back just as badly.” He practically commands.

“I mean… of course I want you, Touya. I’ve wanted you like this since our first year. But I value our friendship so much. What if we ruin everything – our plans to be Pros together, our dream to start the best Hero agency in Japan? Isn’t that more important?” You can tell he’s mulling this over, choosing his next words carefully.

“Fuck it. Why can’t we have it all?” He says fiercely, moving down to kiss your neck and nip at your earlobe. You groan at the hot contact. “Plenty of Pros date and work together. You know me better than anyone. Hell, you’re the only person who can truly put up with my sorry ass. If anyone can make this work, it’s us two.”

It might just be the hormones coursing through your veins, but his words seem to make a lot of sense. Why shouldn’t you be able to have it all? You know Touya inside and out. If anyone can make something crazy like this work, it’s the two of you. Together.

“Well I guess it’s worth a try at least.” You say slowly, still not totally convinced.

“That’s all I ask.” He grins, letting his right hand wander under your shirt again so he can squeeze at one of your breasts. “Your tits are just as amazing as I pictured they’d be, by the way.”

“Wow, thanks. The highest of compliments.” You say flatly, but you can’t stifle the moan that escapes your mouth as he pinches at your nipple. He smiles down at you roguishly, continuing to roll your tit between his capable fingers.

You can feel that he’s still hard against you. You long to slip your hand underneath his waistband so you can feel his hardness for yourself and maybe offer him some relief, but Touya has other plans. He pushes up onto his elbows in one swift motion and rises up from the couch.

“Now let me clean you up.” Before you have a chance to say anything else, he hooks his thumbs around the waistband of your tiny shorts and slips them down your legs along with your panties. You’re shocked as you lay there half naked in front of him, totally exposed. He pushes up your shirt and bra, exposing half your tits as well.

“Fuckin’ gorgeous.” He sighs out, haphazardly throwing your legs over his shoulders and reaching out to grab your hips to pull you into a better position. “Have you ever been eaten out before?”

He pauses to look up at you questioningly, that familiar possessive look clouding his eyes. You dumbly shake your head “no” as you look down at him. He looks absolutely sinful between your legs, and he gives you his characteristic Touya smirk as he leans over to plant a kiss on your inner thigh.

“That’s good, that means you’re all mine.” He licks his lips as he looks down at your bare pussy, drinking you in. “Now this might feel a little strange at first, but just sit back and relax. I’m going to take care of you princess.”

You feel your core flutter at the term of endearment. No one’s ever touched you like this before, but you know Touya so well. You trust him so intimately, but you’re still fucking nervous as hell.

He wastes no time diving between your legs and lapping at your wet pussy, his tongue ring dragging against your clit in a way you couldn’t have imagined. At first you feel completely over stimulated at the feeling of his tongue buried in your folds. But after a few minutes you get used to the feeling and can feel pressure begin to build inside you again. You roll your hips experimentally into his face, matching his pace. He comes up for air for a moment to groan “that’s a good girl, riding my face so nicely.”

Shit. He’s so hot that you almost forget to breathe. You take short, gasping breaths and moan as he slips a finger inside of you. It’s clear that Touya has ample experience at oral sex by the way that he’s playing you like a violin. You briefly wonder at how many times he’s done this, and with whom. But you quickly try to refocus because right now all that matters is he’s doing it to you. And he’s fucking amazing at it.

The visual of Touya’s head bobbing up and down as he pleasures you is enough to get you off on the spot. You run your fingers through his thick white hair and hold on for dear life. He pauses for a moment and looks up at you, mouth dripping with saliva and eyes ablaze with an inner fire you’ve never seen before.

“Pull on my hair, beautiful.” He rasps out. Experimentally, you tug at the hair at the back of his head. His eyelids flutter shut and he groans. You repeat the motion, transfixed at the way you seem to be giving him pleasure with little to no effort. You tug harder, more abruptly. He growls softly and dives back between your legs for more. His fingers slide easily through your entrance and he curls them to hit a special spot deep within you.

You try to hold out a little longer, but something about the drag of your friend’s tongue ring on your pussy is just too much to handle. He’s eating you out like a man starved and you can’t hold on any longer. You cum loudly, your voice reverberating in the dark basement as you cry out his name again and again. Your legs are shaking as he guides you through your second orgasm, making sure to draw out every bit of pleasure that he can from your quaking core.

You gasp as you try to catch your breath. Touya lifts his head from your dripping pussy, saliva and slick dripping down his chin. “Deep breaths, princess. Take it slow.” He models a deep breath for you, exhaling slowly through his nose. You match him, breathing in and out at a steady pace until you’ve mastered yourself once more.

He’s smiling down at you so openly, so lovingly you feel your fast beating heart might actually burst out of your chest. He leans down and plants a kiss in the hollow beneath your ear. He continues to kiss down towards your collarbone.

“All mine.” He growls lowly, sinking his teeth lightly into your neck.

“So possessive!” You say, still a little breathless. “Chill out, Touya.”

“Of course I’m possessive. You’ve been my best friend since we were kids. I’ve been waiting for this to happen forever. I gotta claim you so no other douche bag can mess around and get in your pants.” He snorts at the thought. “Actually…I know one way I can be sure you’ll never want anyone else but me.”

 Your head is clouded with oxytocin and all you want to do is hold him and kiss his face and nuzzle into his lanky frame. He starts to move and you think he’s going to shift around so he can spoon you, but in typical Touya fashion he’s going to push things a step further.

“You ready for one more round?” Despite all his dramatic bravado, he’s a little clumsy as he tries to get up off the couch. He looks pussy-drunk and his eyes are fuzzy. You laugh, thinking he’s kidding.

“Nah, Touya. That was already so good. I think we should really talk through all of this, though. Figure out what it means for us.”

“What’s there to talk through?” Touya asks as he extracts himself from between your shaking legs and starts to unbutton his pants. “You’re all mine. We’re together now. And one you feel my cock inside you, you’re never gonna want anyone else.”

“Huh?” You ask with a start. He unzips his skinny jeans and pushes the dark material to the floor alongside his boxers. His hard erection springs forth and you admire his beautiful, sizeable dick. His cock is the perfect length – probably about 6 or 7 inches with some weight to it. The head is already leaking with pre-cum which sparkles in the glow of the TV.

“I was thinking this time you can cum around my cock.” He smiles mercilessly as he raises your legs and teases your entrance. You’re so incredibly over stimulated but the contact feels so deliciously good. He rubs the head of his dick against your abused clit and watches as your eyes roll back in your head.

“Touya!” You cry out as you feel his head catch in your entrance. “Touya you always take things too farrrr – oh!” He pushes against you, preparing to fill you up.

“I’m not hearing any complaints.” He grins down at you, absolutely wicked. “Once you feel me inside of you, I promise you’ll want to be my girlfriend so desperately no other man will ever measure up.”

“Bold words for someone who ate paste well into grade school.” You say, trying to keep your cool as he continues to nudge at your entrance with his rock hard cock. You want him so badly, but you’re not going to let him get to you so easily.

“Hey!” He says harshly, but he’s laughing. He likes it when you talk back to him and you know it. “You’re such a little brat – looks like someone needs to teach you some manners.”

“Oh, yeah. I bet Endeavor could really straighten me out. Can you call your dad and ask him to come over? My parents won’t be back for a few hours.” You grin evilly up at him – his dad can be a sore subject. Touya loves and looks up to his dad, but he’s constantly comparing himself to the Number 2 Hero and worrying that he won’t measure up. This taunt seems to erode at his swagger a bit.

“You little jerk.” He pushes the head of his cock into you and you cry out at the foreign sensation. He laughs at your discomfort. “Don’t bring my dad into this!”

But when he realizes how intimately the two of you are connected, he settles down a bit. He looks at you with icy blue eyes.

“Just tell me to stop and I’ll stop.” He says softly, pushing into you steadily.

You look up at him and say one, needy word: “Touya.”

That’s all he needs to hear. He continues to slip inside and you both groan at the way your pussy easily sheathes his thick member. You’ve cum a few times already, loosening your pussy up perfectly to receive his perfect cock.

“Holy shit Y/N.” He sighs as he settles between your thighs. He experientially thrusts into you. “Your pussy is so goddamn tight. It’s just how I imagined it would be.”

“You’ve imagined my – ugh!” You grunt as Touya thrusts hard into your core, the head of his cock hitting your cervix with practiced precision. “-my pussy?”  

“Of course I have.” He grins as he presses one of your knees into your chest for a better angle. He shifts his hips and starts thrusting at a slow and steady pace. “I’ve been wanting to fuck you for, like, years.” He groans and shuts his eyes as he feels your cunt flutter around him. “I’ve been practicing so I can make you feel good.”

“You’ve done this before?”

“A few times.” He says, looking a bit abashed. “With a girl from the support course.” He continues to thrust into you firmly, sliding a hand up your body to play with your breasts again. He rolls a nipple between practiced fingers and grins down at you. “Does that make you jealous?”

You concentrate on isolating your muscles so that your pussy clenches around him. He looses his train of thought and slips his hand off your breast so he can brace himself on the couch.

“It doesn’t really matter – because I’m the one you’re fucking so desperately right now.” You lift up your hips to meet him as he plunges into you and he moans despite himself. You decide it’s time to take control. You execute a judo move you picked up in combat class – pulling him into you, hooking your legs around his back and shifting both of your weights so that you both roll off the couch and onto the ground. Touya lands on his back and almost gets the wind knocked out of him. You, however, land squarely on top of him, dick still fully sheathed in your slick heat.

You whip your t-shirt and bra off in a swift motion, now completely naked and riding on top of Touya Todoroki.

He looks up at you, absolutely gob smacked.

“Come on, Touya. I thought you were going to fuck me so good that I’d never want any other cock?” You say, taunting. You brace your feet on the ground on either side of his slim hips and bring your hands to rest on his chest. You shift your weight and begin to bounce on his dick, reveling in the sensation of being completely in control.

He smiles up at you openly, clearly thrilled to have met his match. After a moment, his hands find your hips and guide you up and down. When he wants you to go faster he moves his hands to rest under your ass so he can give you an extra boost.

“Do you like how I fit so perfectly inside of you, doll?” He asks breathlessly, pounding up into you. “Do you like being filled with my cock?”

“Shut up, Touya.” You throw your head back as his blunt tip hits your cervix in the most delicious way. “Shut all the way up.”

“In your dreams.” He says, sliding a hand up to grasp at your breasts as they bounce.

You feel so full and turned on that you can’t speak. You close your eyes and arch your back as he hits a particularly good spot. He quickens his pace, hips haphazardly pistoning into you as he chases his high.

He brings his hand down to your clit so he can rub desperate circles around you, bringing you to the brink of pleasure. You cry out as you feel another orgasm rip through you, your muscles contracting and rolling deep around Touya’s fit cock.

“Touyaaa!” You call out desperately, thankful that no one is home to hear you sounding so pathetic as you ride your best friend’s cock. “Touya, I - ” but your brain is fogged over and you can’t think of what you meant to say. His hands find your ass again and he continues to bounce you as your fluttering pussy tries to drain his hard cock.

A moment later, he cums hard. You feel hot ropes of ejaculate fill you up and hit the most intimate parts of you. Your pussy milks his cock for all its worth and he looks dazed, spent. He rasps out your name as he comes down from his high, followed by a soft “Fuck!” as your pussy continues to pull pleasure out of him.

When he’s finished, he rolls the two of you over on the floor so that he can let himself lay on top of you. He wraps his arms around your naked body and sinks his face into your soft hair. You lay like that for a moment, letting him stay inside you as you both come down.

“Wow.” You breathe out, and Touya laughs into your shoulder.

“Sex all you thought it would be?” He teases, finally shifting to pull out of you. He gazes at your pussy, transfixed as he watches his seed spill out and onto your plush thighs.

“It was just…wow.” It’s all you can say. Your body feels exhausted and spent, and you can feel some soreness start to creep into your legs and abdomen after all of the activity.

“Well we should go find a convenience store or something. If I’m anything like my dad, I’m probably hella fertile. We’re going to need a morning after pill for you or something.” He reaches for his phone and pulls up his maps app, trying to recall where the closest open pharmacy is. “We can get some condoms, too. How late will your parents be out again? We can probably fuck one or two more times before they get back.”

“You claim to have been into me this whole time and yet you don’t have the decency to fuck me with a condom on?” You say distastefully, looking down at the way his seed is still dripping out of you. You look so slutty like this, filled with Touya’s cum and completely naked on the floor.

“What can I say, babe? I got caught up in the moment.” He leans down to kiss you full on the mouth. “And I thought you’d enjoy the full cream pie treatment.”

“Ugh! You’re such an idiot.” You bat him away and reach for your discarded clothes, hoping that you can find a pharmacy that’s still open this late at night.

“Yeah, but now I’m your idiot.” Touya says with satisfaction, reaching to pull you into his arms. “And you’re all mine.”

[eelfishez]

I think wherever touya goes, he's the big brother of the group

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[captainshindo]

I like how in almost every bnha fanfic, Sero Hanta is the stoner of the group😭

It make sense but at the same time he’s too bbg for that🎀

[chososchalupa]

Game Night //

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shigaraki x reader

College AU/No quirks/SMAU with a splash of writing

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Chapter five : A thing?!

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@boogiemansbitch @lunamoonbby @ggriwm @johnnysactualgf @atomicweaselpaperapricot @puppyminnnie @nymphsdomain @asura-rose @apolloism @qsheepy @uhnanix @themultifandomgirl

[corpsekiller]

𝙖 𝙠𝙣𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙜𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙛 (𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙬𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙨) — 𝙙𝙖𝙗𝙞

PAIRING. dabi x genderneutral!reader

WARNINGS. hurt/comfort, fluff, scars, mentions of violence and blood, mentioned murder if you squint

SYNOPSIS. dabi struggles with a strange longing for softness and peace that feels impossible to reach for someone like him. in a tender moment, you offer him a fragile spark of hope and comfort.

LENGTH. 1.987 words

MASTERLIST

For the longest time, Dabi wanted to be soft.

It's strange, craving to be known, to be seen despite the scars littering his body — the desire for someone to strip away the layers of his unbridled rage and wrap their fingers around his very core, dig their nails into the tender flesh until every gruesome feeling he's ever buried in the darkest corner of his mind oozes out like blood from a fresh wound.

And look—

He tried to lose this longing, really. Dabi doesn't remember how many times he found himself wandering through the depths of the night, how many streets he walked down and how many corners he rounded without looking over his shoulder, hoping it would find someone else to haunt — and yet, it always returns like a lost dog.

On most days, it sits idly behind his eyes and watches through a curtain of cerulean blue. Those days are easy for him. They're quiet, almost placid and he barely takes notice of it, this dog he despises with every inch of his frail body until he sinks into the cold mattress he found in another abandoned building and tries to find some peace where none is left for people like him.

Sometimes though, his want lingers on the tip of his tongue and scratches on the inside of his cheeks, tears at the stitches holding his face together until tender flesh bursts open — barking, growling, begging to be let out.

Dabi only swallows harshly, clenches his jaw and grits his teeth until the endless tension turns into a dull ache climbing through his skull and settling behind his temples. The others notice he's quieter on those days, but none of them care enough to ask. He's glad they don't.

It gets worse in spring.

There's a certain kind of grief that comes with the first days of April, a sadness that mourns what could have been and what will never be as the sun breaks through the clouds and kisses his cheeks with a warmth that doesn't quite reach under his skin. Dabi turns his head, pulled out of his thoughts by the sound of your voice humming a familiar tune, and lets his gaze wander to your hands.

Nimble fingers twist the stems of a few flowers you picked and neatly weave them together before plucking another one and adding it to your collection. A cool breeze blows through his hair, tousling the strands that shadow his face even further as if to caress his head and sweep away the dreading feeling of sorrow that has begun to slip between his ribs and settle behind his sternum ever since the days started to get warmer.

His want unfurls in the cavity of his mouth. It paces behind his teeth, claws scraping the inside of his cheeks, whining for release. Dabi only bites his lip, sinks the edge of his canines into the supple flesh until he draws blood and senses the familiar coppery taste on the tip of his tongue.

Nonetheless, his fingers twitch at his sides. It's an unconscious reaction to his want's growling, its restlessness trembling through his chest in violent rattles. He wants to reach out, to test if his hands could hold something as delicate as the crown you're making without crushing it, but he knows better.

This isn't meant for him — not this kind of peace.

The dog snaps at him from inside his own ribs, furious at the refusal, its longing teeth bared against the bars of his will.

He hates it, truly.

And yet, he still wants to be soft so desperately, wants to break himself apart like the flower you hold between your fingers, gently picking at the rose-tinged petals until they descend to the ground and scatter around your legs. You don't seem to notice the agony glinting behind his gaze, don't see the way his hand trembles when he reaches out to caress yours, grazing his fingers over your knuckles almost as if to trade places with the flowers and receive the feeling of your gentle touch instead.

Oh, but that's the problem, isn't it?

This softness he yearns for was never made for his body — like an ill-fitting shirt two sizes too small, it'll burst open at the seams and leave him exposed — every scar, every fracture, every jagged edge laid bare for the world to see.

Truth is, he has always been too hard, too rough, made of nothing but sharp edges meant to cut and violent anger meant to burn everything he touches.

"What's going on in your head?" It's a simple question, a whisper of care that carries away with the wind rustling the branches of the trees above his head. Undisturbed, your fingers continue their work, weaving the stem of each flower into the other one, twisting them into a circle of petals and leaves.

Instead of replying, Dabi lets the silence stretch between you, taut and fragile like a rubber band about to snap, until you finally decide to break it.

"You don't always have to be the fire, you know?" Your eyes leave the task at hand to meet his. There's a tenderness there, a subtle invitation for him to step outside the walls he's built around himself. "You don't have to hurt to feel alive."

A flicker crosses his face, something uncertain and unguarded at the same time — a crack in the mask he usually wears so well, a glimpse of what lies beneath his hatred that passes as quickly as it came. Instead, his gaze drops to the flower crown resting in your lap as if he's regarding the delicacy of each petal and how easy it would be to crush them — oh, how easy it would be to crush you — and lets out a bitter laugh.

"These hands—," he pulls his own back slightly, his scarred fingers curling in as if they could sear anything that gets too close. "You think they’re meant for holding something as soft as this?" Dabi gestures to the flowers with a rough flick of his wrist, but there’s a hollow resignation in his voice. “My hands are covered in blood, they're not meant to hold something gently."

"And yet, they never hurt me," you reply and lean closer, letting your fingers brush against his. The warmth in your touch is oddly comforting, sweet and caring and so undeniably contradictory to everything he embodies that it causes him to flinch, almost as if expecting you to recoil once you realize what kind of abomination he truly is.

You don't.

Instead, you lace your fingers with his. For a moment, you close your eyes and focus on the tension that runs through his tendons and deems it impossible to steady his hands, how he retreats and seems to brace for something that never comes.

You faintly wonder if it's rejection he fears or perhaps even worse, abandonment.

"You don't understand... this is all I've got." Dabi lets out a hollow chuckle, a bitter sound soaked in resentment, and gestures vaguely to his hands where discolored scar tissue meets ivory skin. The very same ones that have left scorched marks across entire cities, across people and across every attempt at kindness he's ever known. "I was made to burn. It’s all I know."

"No." It's a simple reply, two letters holding so much weight that he can feel his shoulders cave in under it, and yet, he can't bring himself to move, can't rip his gaze away from your face as you speak. "You weren’t made to burn. You were just… left in the flames too long."

The dog quiets to a mere whimper.

His chapped lips part, but no sound dares to escape, the trace of his unspoken words lingering on the tip of his tongue. No one has ever said something like that to him. No one has ever cared to see him as more than just a villain — as a product of his cruel past — and the realization stirs a long-forgotten ache in his chest, one he's spent years burying under layers of rage.

"Do you ever think about it?" you ask softly. "Who you might have been… if things were different?"

The question slices through him, raw and jagged. Defeated, he drops his head and allows his eyes to drift back to the flower crown still resting on your lap, the image of your fingers braiding delicate stems together with so much caution as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

"Sometimes," he admits quietly and pulls his hand out of your grasp, pressing it to his chest, right above his heart. "But it doesn’t matter, does it? None of that matters anymore. Every choice has been ripped from me and all that's left... all that's left is this hollow shell of who I could have been."

"That's not true," you argue softly, reaching up to cradle his cheek and tilt his head to meet his gaze. "You can't change the past, but you can still choose what you could be."

Abruptly, he goes quiet, eyes tracing over your face like he's trying to search for a lie, like he's afraid he'll find nothing more than betrayal etched into the fine lines of your features. "What would I be, then?" he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper, a quiet confession that seems to surprise even himself.

"Someone worth knowing," you reply, reaching up to tuck a stray strand of his white hair behind his pierced ear before placing the flower crown on top of his head. Your fingers trace over the soft curve of his cheekbone, not quite touching him, but hovering over his calloused skin.

For a fleeting second, Dabi tenses under the gentleness, but then he exhales, the tension melting away like frost in the morning sun. His shoulders slump, the weight of years spent bearing his anger and pain easing just a split fraction. As if on instinct, he tilts his head slightly and nuzzles his nose against the open palm of your hand, the flower crown slipping just slightly askew.

Tentatively, eyes flutter shut, and he leans into your touch as though it’s the only anchor in a storm he’s been battling for far too long. His breath hitches, a quiet sound that betrays the fortress of indifference he’s built around himself and despite his movements, the flower crown stays precariously on his head - a stark contrast to the scars and jagged edges that mark his life, and yet, somehow, it feels like it belongs to him.

"Don't," he finally rasps, his voice hoarse but not as sharp as before. "Don’t make me believe there’s anything left worth saving."

You don’t pull away. Instead, your thumb traces the edge of a particularly rough scar on his cheek, your touch soft enough to feel like an unspoken promise.

"I'm not making you believe anything," you reply, steady and unwavering. "I'm just reminding you it’s still your choice. You know, softness isn’t something you take... it's something you learn."

His lips twitch as though he wants to say something more, to argue, to fight, but instead, Dabi stays quiet. His hand, calloused and hesitant, brushes over yours where it rests against his face, holding it there as though he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he lets go.

For the first time, there’s no fire in his eyes — no rage, no resentment, no bitterness. Just a flicker of something raw and unsure, a spark of hope too fragile to name.

"It doesn't suit me,” he finally mutters, his tone almost self-conscious as his fingers ghost over the edge of the flower crown. “But… maybe I'll keep it. Just for now."

Maybe he can't be soft anymore, but he can be kind, he decides.

That's more than enough.

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[trueshellz]

Having Dabi's kid, him leaving without you being able to tell him that you're carrying his child until one day he comes back, watching you from the sidelines while you're both at the park. Your son is a spitting image of his dad, bright blue eyes and red hair with streaks of yours interspersed. He's loud and boisterous, a bit clumsy and always tripping over his feet. He babbles and laughs so hard especially when you tickle him, arms and legs flapping when you push him on the swing.

And Dabi actually feels his heart stop.

His own childhood running through his mind, the training with his dad, the trauma and abuse he endured. The way he was ignored, his life deemed useless when a newer, updated version came about with the right quirk his dad desired. He doesn't even realise he's crying until he feels the blood running down his cheeks, small drops on the floor by her booted legs.

"You know, he's just like you."

And then you're there.

The same girl he was always too bad for, not worthy or enough for. You were the light to the darkest part of his soul, the only thing that kept him sane some days and probably the only person who loved him unconditionally. There was nothing about you he didn't love... and then the words sink in.

"W-what?"

A huff of laughter as you bounce the baby on your hip, Dabi can't help but stare as his own blue eyes stare back at him. And then he has to stumble forward as the bundle reaches for him, jumping out of your hands. If it wasn't for his quick reflexes his son, oh my god his son, would have face planted onto the ground.

And then there's a little hand on his face, the scarred bits he had to learn to live with. A light slap as the small palm connects and Dabi can't help but smile as the baby starts gurgling and smacking his lips together.

Follow up HERE

[4ngeldusstt]

D A M A G E D

A/N: a draft i didn’t know i had on my notes app lol

Warnings: strong language, violence, abusive behavior, toxic relationship, alcohol (please tell me if i’m missing any)

Word count: 689

You’ve been waiting in this hotel room for what feels like hours, sitting anxiously on the bed, Dabi left after he dragged me from the party we just were at, without an explanation, he was pissed for sure but still didn’t know why.

You finally heard the door unlock and fear started to crawl all over taking control of your system, running to the bathroom and locking the door before he could face you, hearing a glass bottle smash against the wall shattering into a thousand pieces followed by him yelling, when Dabi was drunk and angry was not someone you wanted to deal with or be near of.

“open the fucking door” he was forcefully hitting the piece of wood that separated the both of you. “I said open. The. Fucking. Door.” you were now hiding in the bathtub knees to your chest trying to keep your sobs as quite as you could. “You are just a fucking slut, you think I didn’t notice huh? Flirting with that fucker at the party? That’s what you are, a fucking cheating slut.” the last word came out of his mouth with an amount of rage you didn’t knew he had in him, followed with a loud punch at the door making you jump.

That’s why he draged you back all pissed? Because he thought you were flirting? You started to recap what happened at the party, a guy came up to you, yes, he attempted to flirt, yes, but you said that you had a boyfriend, Dabi’s sight was on you at all times, you even pointed at him to show the guy who you came with. He apologized and left. Thats all, but he didn’t leave you no time to explain, after that he just came up to you and dragged you out.

You felt anger starting to build up, finally opening the door, now facing a drunk, angry Dabi. Your face was completely soaked from all the tears, “listen to me, I was not flirting with him, he flirted with me and I said I had a boyfriend and I even pointed at you he apologized and he fucking left, don’t you fucking dare to call me a bitch, a slut and a fucking cheater cause I’ve been nothing but fucking faithful to you.” Not knowing where you got all that courage to scream back all the words that were locked up inside of you, not caring anymore about the consequences just wanting to speak your truth and stand up for yourself.

He was stunt, not expecting for you to open the door nonetheless speak to him like that, it was almost as if he got sober the second he saw your face. He was now fully aware and ashamed. “I-I didn’t know, I thought- baby, I’m- please forgive me.” He was in a loss of words not even knowing how to fix the amount of damage he just caused.

Sitting on the edge of the mattress, resting his face in between his hands, was he.. crying? Dabi, the oh so badass villain, the one that didn’t back down for anyone was breaking in front of you. “You didn’t even give me time to explain, you just went off on me, I- I thought you were going to hurt me.” Your voice laced with a softness he didn’t deserve right now, you just couldn’t be with him after his. “I think it’s better if I go, take care of yourself Toya and don’t do anything stupid.” Just like that you grabbed your heels that were scattered across the floor and left.

He knew it was over, he didn’t want to accept it but understood your reasons. He wasn’t planning on letting you go that easily, you are his missing piece, you keep him sane and grounded, you are his reason to breathe and to be alive, everything he does he does it for you. It was not going to be easy but he was going to regain your trust back, little by little doesn’t matter how long it takes him but he can’t fathom a life without you.