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phantasmiac · 1 year

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in which touya is your best friend’s older brother

cw/tw: fem!reader, reader is in college, make out scene, nothing else i think

wc: 2.9k

a/n: obsessed with my own au. part two can be found here.

from middle school to high school, you and the two eldest todoroki children had followed the same 8AM-3PM schedule, eating the same assigned lunches and traveling in and out of the same building. but it wasn’t until your second year of high school that they really became aware of your existence, after you and fuyumi began volunteering at the same local daycare center. you vividly recall her flushing a deep shade of red that matched the streaks in her hair when you’d told her you were in the same year, and having to repeatedly assure her that she hadn’t upset you. it was an honest truth; not once had you been put in the same class, and you yourself couldn’t name one person outside of your own — with the exception of the todoroki siblings. it was impossible to be unfamiliar with the two when their popularity was so overwhelming. fuyumi, for her beauty, intelligence, and tenderhearted demeanor, and touya, mostly for his delinquent behavior. there’d been a few fleeting instances over the years where you’d fallen under the same spell as your classmates; the one that glued their eyes to the hot troublemaker just a grade above you. but they were just that — fleeting.

you’re not sure what was contaminating the air inside of the todoroki household the first time you came over; only that it had infected you with a certified school girl crush on your best friends older brother. every interaction with him left your heart flapping it’s dainty little wings. being fuyumi’s best friend, and spending as much time over as you did, granted you access to exclusive perks. “perks” such as the offhand, sarcastic comments you were now susceptible to; ones that weirdly drew you in instead of putting you off. you were able to see him doing things other than smoke on top of the bleachers from the window of your after-school prep classes, or beat up some random upperclassman in the middle of the hallway. watching him play the guitar, obliterate everyone at shogi, and tend to the garden plants was quite the change of scenery. if feeling special was a crime, you were guilty beyond a reasonable doubt, though you’re sure your classmates would too if they’d experienced the feeling of touya peeking at your homework over your shoulder and “obnoxiously” whispering the answer into your ear.

it was just your luck that the very same virus had to go and infect little 13 year old natsuo and make you his target. little natsuo who would stammer and blush and make a complete fool out of himself whenever you were around. little natsuo who once noticed you while playing soccer with shouto and touya in the yard, and got smacked in the face with the ball in the process (you’ll never let him live it down). little natsuo who singlehandedly destroyed your hopes and dreams of ever getting touya to look at you differently. because once the eldest todoroki sibling caught on, he refused to let it go. he’d gone as far as to create a ship name for the two of you, one that even shouto — always craving his big brothers approval — had started using. your eye twitched every time he would refer to you as natsuo’s girlfriend. it went without saying that the whole thing was just one big, running joke. but natsuo’s feelings were real, and you knew touya would rather stick his hand in a blender than break his little brothers heart — that is, if he ever even saw you that way in the first place.

touya graduates at the end of your second year, declaring he’s taking a “gap year” and moves out to live with a friend of his; the shy one you’d met a few times and bonded with over animal crossing once. rei permits it without much of a fuss, grateful that it’s tenko and not one of those “awful influences” he used to hang around at school (though you always suspected tenko had a secret wild side, too). he visits occasionally, still acting like he never left, but his overall absence allows you to finish your final year without the distraction of silly little feelings consuming you. you pride yourself on how well you’ve managed to suppress it all, just to feel like a complete liar on every single one of his visits, when he tugs on your hair and scares you from behind as a greeting like some grade schooler with a crush. by the time touya’s gap year ends, you and fuyumi begin your first semester of college, and rei has grievously accepted that her son is not planning on getting a degree.

a week prior to your winter break, you’re asked out by a guy in one of your gen-ed classes as you’re leaving with fuyumi. although touya doesn’t immediately come to mind, and the guy seems decent enough, you feel compelled to turn him down. it’s fuyumi’s elbow nudging into your back as she attempts to appear busy on her phone that gets a “sure” out of you. that friday, you find yourself sitting at the theaters watching a newly released horror movie next to a guy you haven’t batted an eyelash at other than the one time both you and fuyumi had missed a powerpoint slide. it’s then that touya — who you haven’t seen in nearly three weeks — comes to mind, for two particular reasons: a) because this is the type of thing he’d definitely put on after intruding on your and fuyumi’s movie night and b) because this is kind of a weird first date, but you’re sure it wouldn’t be as bad (or bad at all, for that matter) with him.

the following night, you’re at the todoroki household to help them get things sorted for the winter break trip you’ll be tagging along for. touya has finally reappeared and is uselessly laying in starfish position on fuyumi’s bed as you hand her clothes to fold into her suitcase. he’s rambling on and on about his recent whereabouts and his plans to start a tattoo apprenticeship, to backpack across europe, and to start a band, and a bunch of other things that he’ll probably forget about in a few months. even though half of what he’s saying is nonsense, he sounds so enthusiastic, you can’t help but smile and nod along. fuyumi scolds you to stop encouraging him, which he rolls his eyes at before asking, “anyways, what’s going on with my sister in law?”. natsuo has just recently gotten into his first real relationship with his first real girlfriend, so you’re ready to correct him until —

“nuh-uh! not your sister in law anymore. i mean, unless you count our marriage,” fuyumi intercepts. “she scored herself a boyfriend this week. oh my gosh, i didn’t even ask you how your date went!”

the clothes are long forgotten as fuyumi shakes you violently by the shoulders, and you don’t have time to explain that the date went nowhere before touya is mumbling something about “not wanting to hear this crap” and leaving the room. the next day, touya brings home a girl for the very first time. seeing her makes you realize that you’ve never put much thought into what touya’s type might be like. the girl standing before you is sweet and effortlessly beautiful, able to make a casual outfit look dressy. you don’t question how strange it is that he would choose to introduce her to his family the day before a trip, or the fact that he doesn’t outright call her his girlfriend. you’re much too focused on the way she constantly leans into him, and shamefully flitting your eyes away when he looks up at you like he knows you’re watching. you will yourself not to shed any tears as you lay beside fuyumi that night, thinking about how his absence in the last three weeks must have been because he was spending them all with her.

the car ride to the log cabin you’ll be staying at for the week is spent stuck between the window and shouto, who’s going ham on some game on his ipad (you hate to admit how entertaining it is to watch), and shooting lasers into the back of touya’s head through the gap in the headrest. there’s a few times your eyes meet through the passenger side window, but instead of pulling a face like usual, he looks away. whether your nausea is a result of motion sickness or emotional distress, there’s no telling. by the time you reach the cabin, the moon is out and the stars are littering the sky, offering just a bit of light that peaks through the towering trees and helps with the unloading of the trunk. upon settling in your rooms, rei announces that she’s going straight to bed. you can already hear shouto and natsuo’s voices coming from their own rooms; shouto playing with his little green haired friend and natsuo talking to his girlfriend. fuyumi, always so productive, immediately gets to unpacking her suitcase — an activity you have little interest in.

it was the promise of a hot tub that got you to come on this trip in the first place, and you weren’t going to let the night deter you from your wish. fuyumi insists that tomorrow is promised as you carelessly dig through your luggage for a swimsuit, but you don’t budge. you curse your stubbornness when you head down to the back porch to find the hot tub lit up, bubbling, and occupied. you’re met with the sight of a bare back that’s more built than the last time you’d seen it. touya’s lack of acknowledgment of your presence deceives you into turning your heel for an attempt at a silent escape; a silence that is soon shattered by the sound of swashing water, and then touya’s voice: “i don’t, bite you know.” it’s with reluctance that you turn back to face him. his arms are dangling off the side of the tub, his chin propped at the edge. “i wouldn’t put it past you,” you quip back.

you don’t think the lack of conversation is nearly as awkward for touya as it is for you. he’s been staring at the water, unblinking, for the past five minutes (months, for you), chewing on his lip pensively like something magical might bubble to the surface. your eyes, on the other hand, have been scanning every area of the premises for something that might save you. the woods are pitch black with the exception of the porch lights. maybe you could bring up how scary it is out here? no, you don’t want to come off as a wimp. the skiing plans for tomorrow? no, that’s lame. how about his girlfr —

“is it okay if i kiss you?”

the sudden jolt of your body causes a big splash that manages to hit both you and touya in the face. if he’d lost his mind, the water should have been enough to startle him and set it straight. instead, he wipes a hand down his face and continues to look at you expectantly for your answer. you’re incapable of offering it to him in words; so you wade your way across the tub to where he’s sat, kneeling in front of him as an invitation. perhaps it was silly to assume he was asking for a simple, chaste peck, but the arm that hooks itself around your waist and pulls you forward elicits a gasp out of you nonetheless. but it’s nothing compared to the thrill you feel when both of his arms move to grab your thighs, effectively hoisting you up and getting you to straddle him. not once in any of your fantasies had you imagined being on top of touya, but you think the reality is much more satisfying. it’s hard to say who makes the first move, seeing as you’re both hungry for the same thing. your fingers are digging into touya’s cheeks, and his onto yours in a different area. you’ve been told countless times that your first time making out wouldn’t be a scene out of a movie. but somehow, touya’s lips and tongue guide you in a way that makes you look and feel like you’ve been doing this for years.

it’s everything you’ve ever dreamed of and more, excluding the sound of fuyumi’s “oh my god!” ringing in your ear. she’s standing at the slide doors with her hands covering her eyes, nearly tripping over her own feet. instantly, you rip yourself away from her older brother and shoot out of the water, scrambling for an explanation. she shouts something about waiting for you up in the room before nearly colliding face first with the glass doors. you don’t bother to look at touya’s reaction as you exit the tub and quickly snatch a towel, nor at rei, now wide awake and frantically and asking what’s wrong as you zoom up the stairs. you waste no time in profusely apologizing to fuyumi, who’s now laying flat on the bed with her head dug into a pillow. the thought of your friendship coming to an end has your voice shaking and tears forming in your eyes. the sound gets fuyumi to set the pillow aside and smile at you softly.

“i’m not angry. i just wish i hadn’t had to see that with my own two eyes,” she laughs, hands holding yours. “but i am a little confused as to why you’d wanna be with my gross old brother of all people. i thought that other guy was a catch.”

it’s hard to identify whether the sound that leaves you is a sob or a laugh, but you allow yourself fall into fuyumi’s arms in relief. she spends the rest of the night interrogating you, and then singlehandedly planning out your future wedding.

touya actively avoids you for the rest of the trip, opting out of all the planned activities in exchange for staying holed up in his room until hunger strikes and forces him down to the kitchen. you try not to be hurt by his behavior, disregarding it as him being embarrassed at being caught by his little sister. that assumption is proved wrong when he has multiple interactions with her, while acting as if you don’t exist. of course, fuyumi attempts to get an explanation for you, but she always comes back with the same response: “he said he’s not going to talk about it with me”.

on the last day of the trip, you tag along with natsuo and shouto for a day of ice skating, fuyumi staying behind to get a head start on some assignments. it was just yesterday that you’d suddenly remembered the girl touya had brought over, and come to the conclusion that the reason he must have been avoiding you is because he’d cheated, and the guilt was eating him alive. it didn’t matter how hard fuyumi insisted that her brother would never sink so low, and that he’d never said she was his girlfriend. you were now certain you were the other woman, and staying in the house was driving you mad.

the three of you are sat outside the rink, rental skates in hand. you’re focused on tying up your own as shouto makes repeated calls of his brother’s name, each call being ignored and becoming more irritated by the second. natsuo is glued to his phone, typing away and smiling like a fool, shouto’s pokes at his puffer jacket going completely unnoticed.

“jesus, natsu,” you roll your eyes, punching him on the arm with enough force to get his attention. “shouto’s been calling your name for ages.”

“sorry! i’m texting my girlfriend.”

you chuckle as you kneel down to attend to shouto’s neglected skate laces. “you didn’t even have to say. when are you gonna bring her over? you know, like touya.”

the last part definitely could have been left out, and said in a less bitter tone, but it gets natsuo to quirk his eyebrow in confusion. “that girl from last week? i don’t even know why touya brought her over. he complains about her to me all the time. says she has an annoying crush on him,” he mumbles.

the strength required to keep down the grin threatening to form at his revelation is downright shameful, though the satisfaction doesn’t last long. because if touya doesn’t have eyes for someone as stunning as her, where does that place you? you know it’s sneaky of you to take advantage of natsuo’s obliviousness, but with the way things are going with touya, you know he’s the closest you’ll get to some answers.

“that’s too bad. she was really pretty.”

“yeah, well, i don’t think i’ve ever heard touya call anyone pretty.”

“i have,” shouto speaks up from under the confinements of his wool scarf. he winces when you unconsciously tighten his laces a little too hard at his statement.

natsuo looks at him like he’s been shot. if touya was going to gush about someone he was sure it’d be to him. “when? who? where?”

“he didn’t tell me. i just heard him, once, when his friends were over. they were talking about girls and stuff, and they were making fun of him. because he never liked anyone. and then he got all mad and started yelling that he did like someone.”

“when was this?” natsuo probes on, phone now long forgotten.

“his second year, i think. it was before fuyumi met you,” shouto points a gloved hand at you.

high school touya never showed an interest in anyone; it was one of the reasons everyone believed they had a chance. your jealousy has now been replaced with sincere curiosity, an eagerness that reflects natsuo’s.

“do you remember their name?”

shouto nods nonchalantly, completely oblivious to the fact that he has you and natsuo on the edge of your seats.

“i never said anything because i thought it had to be another person with the same name after he started making fun of you and natsu.

but it was your name.”

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missmeinyourbones · 2 years

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THE MONSTERS TURNED OUT TO BE JUST TREES

or four times Touya Todoroki almost told you he loves you, and one time he finally did

cw: GN!reader (one mention of them wearing a dress & heels), mentions of blood and injury, one brief mention of sex, hurt/comfort, angst to fluff, canon universe | wc: 6.8k

“When is a monster not a monster? Oh, when you love it.”

“Start Here” - Caitlyn Siehl

#001

Touya wants to tell you he loves you the very first time he meets you, which granted, he realizes is incredibly fucked up—but he swears on what little he has that it’s the truth.

Withering away in a damp and cornered alleyway, he clutches his abdomen in hopes of stopping whatever bleeding is going on down there. He can’t bring himself to look, but he’s certain it’s there from the warmth of the spot and the sticky film now covering his hand.

Yes, he’s been in this situation before—you’d think he’d have learned by now, based on the embarrassing amount of times he’s walked this same path. But he hasn’t, which is clear as he sits and quietly moans in his own agony. His burns continue to sting as a new layer of charred skin forms by the second, sensitive and exposed. The cut in his side throbbing so harshly that he almost feels a bit nauseous just thinking about it.

As he’s mentally finding the strength to stand, he hears faint footsteps. If they’re truly faint, he doesn't know—it could just be the effect of his vision coming in and out paired with the piercing ringing in his ears.

“Are you alright?”

He can barely open his eyes, but he does—and he sees you.

Who you are, he has no clue, but the smallest part of him is put at ease as you hover over his slumped and defeated frame. He’s oddly relieved at your presence, almost as if he knows you, or a part of him once knew you. It jars him how calm he is with the situation at hand.

It’s just the pain talking, he’s quick to remind himself. The adrenaline using any part of his brain it can reach to push his body to heal itself, or at least remain alive long enough until he can bare to stand and defend himself.

“Leave,” he barks, suddenly reminded of the reality of the situation, of who he is and the risk your company poses to him, “you didn’t see anything.”

“You’re—” your voice shakes before lowering its volume to a whisper, vaguely gesturing to where he clutches his torso. “You’re bleeding,” you utter it like a secret, like it’s something that shouldn't be addressed.

Touya, or rather Dabi, closes his eyes and huffs with annoyance at your self-explanatory observation. You know, you're really not making this whole dying unnoticed thing easy for him.

“I can help,” your voice finds his ears once more and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t embarrassed. Help, he wants to spit and stew at your pity insinuation, he doesn’t need your help.

He stares at you for a long moment, eyes unimpressed and unwavering, before finally commenting with a gruff, “I don’t do hospitals.”

“Not a hospital,” you’re quick to stomp out his fire, “my place.”

Your place? Christ, it’s like you're asking for trouble. Clearly, you don’t know who he is, unaware of his high-profile villain status and obvious label of being a danger to society. Even with all that aside, what kind of idiot invites someone who looks like him, bruised and scarred and bleeding out before your very eyes, into the safety of their home? To help? You must have a few screws loose of your own, and maybe you feel bad about—

“Please,” you anxiously press, not-so-subtly eyeing his worsening wound, “I wanna help.”

Dabi doesn't remember standing up, using your unfamiliar touch as support as he stumbled to your apartment. He doesn't remember trudging up the staircase to the 3rd floor, or the way you shakily fumbled with your key in the lock as you opened your door and rushed him into the bathroom.

All he knows is that suddenly, he’s clumsily slumped against the refreshingly cool tile of your bathroom wall as you tend to his deep and now oozing cut.

He notices the sharp skids of maroon his boots have smudged onto your floor. He bitterly laughs to himself, thinking about how his blood will now permanently stain the floorboards of a stranger’s home. A piece of him the world could never rid itself of, even if it tried.

He flinches and groans every few moments, whenever you press harder onto his open wound or apply another round of antiseptic.

With his vision coming in and out of haziness, his eyes land on you—more specifically, your face.

Pretty, dainty, and soft (he imagines). He watches your eyes silently gloss over his contrasting scars—where the chunked and charred purple remnants of death meet the crevices of living and breathing skin, barely held together with the shitty stitching of rusted staples.

“Not gonna ask how I got ‘em?” he suddenly bores. It’s the first coherent sentence he’s been able to string together since you’ve brought him inside. That’s a good sign, you mentally note. He can speak.

“No,” you truthfully respond, continuing without falter to aid to his injury, “s’not my place,” you admit.

The intimidating glare Dabi gives you is one of disbelief and suspicion, so you shrug and continue your work, feeling his stare burn holes through your skin.

“I just want to make sure you take care of them properly,” you elaborate.

He scoffs harshly before a sting in his abdomen interrupts his breath, “Why?”

Your eyes soften a bit before looking into his, your movements halting as you curiously whisper.

“Do I need a reason?”

I love you.

He has no idea why the thought comes to him so naturally, when love is something he’s never known, barely felt. He shocks himself when it pops into his mind, delicately ghosting on his lips, before roughly pulling himself back to reality.

He weakly searches for something, anything, that’s not you to distract himself from the jarring thought that just crossed his mind uninvited.

He hones in on where your hands are at work. He takes a mental photograph of the bandage you press to his wound—soaked in red as it absorbs all of his cursed and wretched blood. Something about the new and clean bandage you replace it with sticks with him. It’s strikingly white and brightly untouched as you place it where the filthy one once was.

He doesn't know why it draws him in the way it does, but he doesn't take his eyes off of it as it slowly soaks up the rest of his bloody mess.

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#002

The second time the three words threaten to fall from Touya’s lips is a more acceptable—but just as terrifying—moment than the first. It still fills the crevices of his crumpled heart with a concrete-like heaviness.

Months have passed since the first time in the alleyway, the moment shaking him up so badly that he couldn't bring himself to even walk your street for weeks, choosing to instead watch over your apartment from a neighboring building’s roof.

Things are different now. He likes to think that he’s grown a bit in those few short weeks—not enough to let you have him wholeheartedly in the slightest, but at least enough to let himself into your home once more.

You let him stay with you sometimes, let him shower with your lavender scented products and relish in the warmth of your mediocre cooking. He leaves your apartment with a belly full of satisfaction and a strange feeling in his chest that keeps him returning to your door.

Something brews between the two of you. It resembles that muggy air right before a storm, one that’s so heavy it’s almost suffocating, until it finally breaks with the rainfall. It swims in that dangerously grey area, the one that leaves you teetering on the edge of do we address this? And do we let it drown in it’s own silence?

Something in your gut tells you that if you speak it into existence, then that makes it real—and reality is something that Touya has never dealt with well. Too permanent, too unforgiving.

Lingering glances turn to fleeting touches, touches to kisses—kisses that make him feel worthy of something, even if it only lasts for just for a few measly minutes.

This new (dare you say) routine the two of you develop often ends the same, like this, with him laying on your bed next you. Above the sheets, never underneath them. Never falling asleep, never staying the night, always gone in the morning—but there, nonetheless. Hot and cold, you bitterlyr emind yourself, mourning a moment you never even had the privilege of knowing.

The two of you sit in the silence of your bedroom, the only sound being the chain from your ceiling fan swaying as it spins in circles. The whites of your bed sheets being the brightest thing in the space, other than Touya’s eyes secretly admiring your peaceful state.

Your head pressed against your pillow looks like a painting, he thinks to himself. Like it should be hung up high for the world to see, for tourists to pay ridiculous amounts of money for, just to silently stare at for three seconds before moving on to the next exhibit.

Your pinky rubbing up and down his forearm slows, and he assumes that you’re walking the line of consciousness and slumber. Once it stills for a few minutes and he’s positive you’re out for the night, he’ll be sure to quietly detangle himself from your limbs and slip out your fire escape.

With this plan in mind and your pinky now motionless, the sudden rasp of your voice takes him by surprise.

“Why do you always leave?”

Your inquiry is small, so small that it makes his chest tight with a guilt he didn’t even know he had. He should've assumed it was there, he has plenty to spare.

“I don’t always leave,” he retaliates, voice barren of any emotion, “slept here plenty of times.”

On the couch, you bite your tongue, And before that, it was the floor. And you’re always gone when I wake up.

“You know what I mean,” you shyly ache.

And truthfully, he does. Touya knows exactly what you mean.

He knows that he has no problem crawling through your door, fucking you until you're both sore and sleepy goners. He knows that he has no issue coming into your kitchen, eating the meals you make just for him and showering with your shampoo that you now buy extra bottles of. He knows that for some strange reason, he draws the line at spending the night in your bed. Something about the sun going down, sharing the clean linens of one’s own personal sanctuary, it’s all too much—too intimate for someone as scummy as him. He deserves a cold and unsettled slumber, away from your contiguous fire.

“Dabi,” you try once more, eyes pleading for any sort of response, any sort of explanation.

An explanation that both of you know he can’t give you—not right now, at least.

“Dunno,” he shrugs, picking a stray eyelash off of your cheek. He selfishly lets it sit on the pad of his thumb for a bit, holding onto any piece of you he can, for just a little bit longer.

“Can’t have people thinkin’ m’going all soft now, can we?” he breathes out onto the eyelash, letting it flutter from his hold with the sudden gust of wind.

You close your eyes gently at the air between the two of you, before challenging his claim, “Not even me?”

“Especially you,” he’s quick to draw a line in the sand.

“Why?”

“Because—”

I love you.

The thought cuts him off mid-sentence, leaving him practically choking and stumbling on his own words as he trails off. He looks at you, doe-eyes admiring him as if he’s a saint, as if he hasn’t maimed and killed and destroyed things just because he could. Just because.

His reply is softer, more defeated as he mumbles, “Just because.”

You sit up in bed, still adorned in the egg-shell white comforter of your sheets. You extend your arm’s reach, covering his shoulder with the blanket as you crawl into his lap and pull him into your magnetic little bubble beneath the covers.

“Stay, just for tonight,” you beg, eyelashes fluttering softly against his cheeks. They tickle like a kiss, feeling far too gentle for someone as rough as him. He silently prays that another one will fall off and become forever attached to him, for when you're not around and he needs to feel you.

“Please.”

He looks at you, cocooned in fluffy white sheets as you kiss him—once, twice, three times. Your lips taste like honeyed chapstick and the warmth of a love he’s never known, one he should never know.

“Alright,” he selfishly agrees.

One night can’t hurt, right?

He promises himself, “Just for tonight.”

Touya does stay the night, and the one after that, and the following. In fact, he hasn’t slept anywhere that isn’t your bed since that very moment.

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#003

The third time Touya almost tells you that he loves you catches him by surprise—not that the other two times haven’t—because it’s so natural. So domestic, it makes him nauseous at who he’s become, or rather, who he’s becoming.

“Touya?” your voice calls out to him, echoing off the walls of the hallway in your tiny apartment.

That’s right, he remembers, it’s Touya now. The name he once scorched from his skin, sounding so sweet leaving your mouth.

He notices the click-clacking of your heels on the creaky wooden floors getting closer. Confirming his suspicion, you turn the corner to where he lazily slumps on the futon, watching some rerun of a show that just barely keeps his attention.

“Hey, can you zip me up?”

He makes out your request over the dialogue of the characters on the screen. Without looking up from the television, he scoffs out a laugh and immediately runs through his mental lists of quick remarks. Which should he go with today? ‘

Can’t do anything without my help, can you?’ Or maybe even, ‘Oh, so now you need me, huh?’ What about, ‘What am I, your personal servant?’

However, all of his thoughts seem to disappear into smoke once his eyes land on you.

You’re wearing white.

A white dress, more specifically. One that hugs all of your curves and crevices perfectly, almost as if it was made to be worn by you.

His eyes rake over the tiny details of the garment—it’s silk, he mentally notes. He has the sudden urge to reach out and touch it, feel it beneath his fingertips, He wonders if it feels as soft as your skin does, but he doubts it. He admires the delicate straps, how they sit nicely on your shoulders, exposing just enough skin for him to see the way your chest rises and falls with the pattern of your breathing. He looks at your legs, the dress reaching about mid-calf on you, perfectly acceptable for the networking event you’ll be attending. He lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding in—thank god. If you showed any more leg than that, he’d be restless the whole night.

He eyes the dainty necklace adorning your collarbone, how it cradles in the dip of your chest. He smiles once he realizes that it’s the one that he gave you. Fake gold and stolen from a pawn shop downtown, the thin chain wraps around your neck like a reminder. A secret promise to let him know that you’re his, whether he’ll let you be or not.

After a whole minute of silently ogling you, Touya finally registers your ask and pries his eyes away from where you stand.

Granted, the dress is nice. Touya just doesn't care for the piece of material itself—what he cares for is you, where you're wearing it to, and why it’s making his stomach feel like it’s eating itself alive.

He doesn’t know why the thought keeps repeating like a mantra in his mind. You’re wearing white, white, white. The way his brain is hyper-fixating on the color is beyond him, but he lets it continue to ruminate within his brain.

He stalks over to where you expose your back to him, patiently waiting to feel the cold zipper glide up with ease.

However, he doesn’t zip it up right away. He lets his fingers play with it for a moment, flicking it back and forth between his index and thumb. He huffs before pulling it up agonizingly slow, in case you change your mind halfway up, in case you say screw it and decide to ditch the work event. For him.

You feel his breath hit your neck when he practically whines, “You really have to go?”

He hears you giggle as he finally finishes zipping the dress to completion. You turn to face him, eyes bright and smile blinding as you raise your eyebrows at his rather needy remark.

“If I wanna keep my job and if you wanna keep coming here and stealing my food,” you jab the center of his chest with a slender finger, it feels like sparks on his icy skin, “then yes, I really have to go.”

He stays silent for the rest of your getting ready. He watches you readjust the straps of your heels, fiddle with the clasp of your necklace. Watches you skillfully apply lipstick, carefully removing the tiny amount that smeared onto your front teeth in the process. Watches you secure your earrings in place and take one final glance at yourself in the mirror, before grabbing your coat and making your way to the door.

You say something to him, probably along the lines of lock the door or don’t wait up for me, but your words are fuzzy and incoherent—as if he were underwater and the muffled sound can't fully reach his ears.

You looked beautiful, almost angelic, like you weren’t of this world and didn’t deserve to be exposed to all of the dirt and grime it wields within it’s orbit. A dream, a saint, a—

It’s in this moment that he feels his heart meshing with his brain, and he yearns to tell you those three words.

I love you.

You were wearing white.

Touya calms his shaky build with a ragged inhale. A bride, he suddenly decides.

Glowing as you beamed in your white dress, you didn't look like an angel or a goddess. You didn't look like someone going to a work event, someone who would stand alone without a date huddled close to your side. Not someone who deserves to come home to him, of all people—to a lowlife criminal who you will never be able to understand, let alone wed.

No, in your elegant white gown fitted solely to your frame—you looked like a bride.

Though he knows you’ll be returning back to him within a few hours, Touya feels uneasy. He thinks about a wedding. One where you stand at the end of a flower-adorned aisle beneath an ornate canopy. One where you shine ethereal and godly as you read your cheesy vows aloud and give yourself away without so much of a second thought.

Touya doesn't think he’ll be the one meeting you at the end of the aisle, doesn’t think he’ll be the one you kiss as the crowd goes wild with an applause fit for a film screen. He won’t be the one whose last name you take on, as it’s more of a burden than it is an honor. He doesn't need to be.

He just needs you to be happy, whether it’s with him, or not.

—

#004

You wake in the middle of the night to a cold and empty bed, which is luckily a rare occurrence nowadays.

On any other given night, your lover would be passed out in the space next to you. His position may vary—sometimes he rests on your chest with his hands around your torso, clinging to your body as if you’ll vanish in the shadows of the night if he doesn't have a finger on you at all times. Other nights, he can’t even bring himself to touch you, hugging the opposite end of the mattress, an ocean separating the space between the two of you.

Regardless of the position, he was always there—always with you.

Quietly pulling yourself out of bed, you tip toe down the corridor to find Touya right where you expect him to be.

He sits on the edge of the couch, lacing up his beaten and tattered brown boots. You make a mental note to buy him new ones, reminding yourself that he’s a size 10 and prefers the color black to a more neutral brown or tan.

You watch him pull the soggy laces taut, before knotting them and forming two larger loops. He does it a bit childishly—almost as if he’s reciting some nursery rhyme in his head with the instructions as lyrics. Bunny ears, bunny ears, playing by a tree...

Trying not to scare him, as if you ever could, you clear your throat to make him aware of your presence. He looks up with an expression that can best be described as shame—as if he’s been caught doing something he shouldn't be doing, something you specifically told him not to do.

It doesn't take long for your sleep-riddled mind to piece together that he must’ve gotten a call from the league. Waking him from his slumber and requiring his presence, his power, to aid them in something you don’t even try to imagine.

You crawl over to where he sits, leaning down to squat on the floor and help him tie the other boot. He silently watches your fingers work the laces with ease.

He admires your nail polish, it’s white. He remembers you applying it a few days ago while sitting at the kitchen table, fanning your hands around obnoxiously as they dried. He’d made some lame quip about you choosing such a boring color, but you’d just shrugged, insisting that it was pretty—that it’d reminded you of him.

Your raspy voice pulls him from the memory.

“Weren’t even gonna say goodbye to me, huh?” you tease, tone supposed to come across as playful, but Touya knows you—reads you like his favorite book as he can hear the worry, the hurt, that hides beneath it.

“Didn’t wanna wake you,” he answers honestly, holding your cheek in his hand as he guides you upwards to be eye level with him as you finish tying his lace.

Now kneeling in front of him, you pull him into a kiss—one that feels like how tears taste. Salty and desperate, yet soft like an ocean’s tide. He dreams of a day where he can take you to the beach. Watch you bask in the sun’s rays and splash him with water that tastes like your lips do in this very moment, but happier.

“I love you,” he feels you recite against his lips like a prayer as you slowly pull away, looking him directly in the eye. A tactic—so you can ensure that he knows you meant to say it, knows that you meant for him to hear it, to feel it.

I love you.

The response is instant in his mind, like the muscle memory of riding a bike or tying the grimy laces of his boots.

However, Touya says nothing, frozen in place as he feels his eyes begging to water, to cry—to release something, anything.

I love you, he inwardly repeats, as if maybe this time, you’d read his mind and hear it loud and clear.

Seeing his internal struggle, you let your thumb brush his cheek. He almost instantly crumbles beneath your touch, like putty in your hands.

“I don’t need you to say it back,” you gently smile for him, tenderly laughing as you continue to stroke his cheek, “you don’t even need to feel it back.”

That’s stupid, Touya bitterly thinks.

How selfish and unfair and stupid of you to just give out your love for free, without a price. A co-pay, a service fee, a tax charge, anything. How dare you do this to yourself? What benefit do you gain from loving and losing all of the time?

“Just let me, please,” your hushed whisper reassures him, as if you could hear his mental ramblings, “let me love you.”

I love you, he burns. He aches to scream it, to throw it at you the only way he knows how—with fire and hurt and violence and destruction. He wants to curse it, to leave you shaking in awe from its power and punch. It’s on the very tip of his tongue, he can feel the weight of it shaking and shuffling around on his tastebuds, begging to be released.

But it doesn’t come.

Instead, like a coward, he flutters his lashes and refuses to look you in the eye. “I don’t know how to,” he reveals, shame eating him alive from the inside out.

I love you, is what he means to say. He hopes you know that, somehow. After all, you do seem to know him better than he knows himself.

With another kiss, one of warmth and chapped lips, you whisper into his mouth.

“Just feel it,” you breathe down into his throat, hoping he swallows it back like a shot of liquor, digesting it and remembering the feeling of its burn, “know that it’s there, know that you're capable of receiving it.”

He wants to scoff, but your tongue skimming his own prevents him from doing so. He’s grateful for it, he thinks—grateful for you.

“Because you are,” you ensure as you pull away from him once more. Gently standing from where you kneel, you slightly pull away from him. You let him grab his jacket, help him zip it up all the way up to his collarbone. You hope he’s not cold out there tonight, you let yourself worry before irony can get its sadistic hands on you.

“I love you,” you insist once more, and it makes his skin buzz with a newfound sense of purpose. With the silence returning to your apartment, you turn on your heel and revert back to your cold and empty bed.

Touya leaves that night for the mission, but something feels wrong. Or maybe it feels right, and he’s just been taught that those two things are supposed to feel the same. It’s a grey area, one of unknown roads and phantom pains. He’s beginning to realize that rebirth feels far too similar to the gentle ache of mourning.

Something in him fights a little harder that night, though. His moves are a bit more calculated, actually planned and thought out. He doesn't act on impulse, without any regard of his hands and skin and life, like he usually would.

Because for the first time in Touya’s life, he’s aware that he has somewhere to be—he has a home to return to, with someone who loves him waiting for him on the other side of the door.

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#000

With a heartbeat far too intense for a slumbering man, Touya jolts awake in the middle of the night.

But the more he thinks about it, he doesn’t know if he actually ever fell asleep.

He has no memory of dozing off in your embrace or closing his eyes after his long and grueling day with the league. But based on the way he’s short-winded and gasping for air in bed, he must have fallen asleep eventually—because as Touya puts two and two together, he’s pretty positive that he’s just woken up from a nightmare.

He can’t recall a single detail of the terror-induced dream, but he logically knows that there’s no other reason for him to be stunned awake and heaving in the middle of the night.

It could've been about anything—god knows his subconscious has enough horror to choose from—but as Touya sits up in bed and attempts to catch his breath, he can’t remember what he was dreaming about.

He’s grateful for that, as he’s beginning to learn that there’s no harm in leaving the unknown untouched. Leaving well enough alone.

As the adrenaline slowly evaporates from his chest, he allows himself to lay back down with a deep sigh of irritation and annoyance.

It’s not abnormal for him to wake in the middle of the night, he’s grown accustomed to it. He’s become decently skilled at lulling himself back to sleep with a few mental tactics he’s collected over the years.

His favorite one being listing. He thinks of things that are stable, unchanging or always in the same relative realm of one another. Things that are endless in quantity, but simultaneously somehow permanent and constant.

He names as many four-legged animals as he can—cow, dog, cat, alligator, gopher. He tries to list every food that starts with the letter “C” like cherries, curry, coconut, croissants, and cake. He tallies the objects in the room that are rounded. The clock on the wall, the glass of water on his bedside, the finicky and rusted doorknob to your room. He counts your breaths per minute, sometimes wagering bets with himself on how many times he can guess the exact amount correctly.

Tonight, something inside of him is prompted to choose the latter.

With another deep sigh, Touya hoists himself upwards so that his head is resting on his hand, held up by the weight of his elbow leaning next to you on the mattress.

He watches you sleep, laying flat on your back with your head slightly turned to the side that faces him. He counts your nose-whistled breaths with the rising and falling of your chest. He starts fresh when the thin fast-paced arrow of the clock marks the beginning of another minute, keeping track of every inhale and exhale you take before the sixty-seconds come to a close.

Thirteen. He counts thirteen breaths enter and leave your lungs. He likes that number, something about it feels like it fits nicely, like it means something, whatever that may be.

He debates counting another minute of your breathing—just to pass the time, he swears—but he doesn't want to take something as precious as your proof of living for granted. Leave well enough alone, he reminds himself.

While his own breathing has slowed, he still feels restless. In fear of waking you with his nonsensical anxiety, he slowly slides out from your bed. He needs to move around, to feel his arms and legs recirculate blood that somehow still pumps inside of him.

Closing your bedroom door with a quiet click, Touya paces the creaky floors of your apartment.

He walks in circles around your coffee table, saunters back and forth in the kitchen. He strides up and down the narrowed hallway, refusing to look in any mirror or window reflection in fear of catching his own eye. He can only imagine how pathetic he must look right now, he can feel it ache in his calves and crawl up his spine with every step he takes.

The air in the apartment feels stuffy, suffocating almost. He does a quick scan of the area—the windows are open and there’s a slight breeze drafting through the room as the curtains slightly sway back and forth.

He checks the thermostat on the wall. Pressing a flat fingertip to the dial, it glows back at him, reading a temperature perfectly average for a temperate night like tonight. So why does it feel like a fucking sauna in here? He doesn’t normally run this uncomfortably hot, as ironic as it may seem.

He needs air, more than just the draft from the windows. He needs the chill of an ice-cold bath to drown his lungs, he needs to let the water wash him from the inside out and rid him of any grime you’ve missed.

He grabs his pack of cigarettes off the kitchen counter and makes a beeline for the screen door.

Sliding the entry of the balcony open, he steps onto the tiny porch and leans on the cool metal railing. It’s not a drastic change in temperature—in fact, he’s not even sure if there is any change—but he feels better out here, like there’s more space to sigh and grovel.

Over the hum of the city below, he notices his own breathing. A bit faster and shakier than usual. He scoffs at his own behavior—childlike and shaken-up after a tantrum.

Touya has no pity for himself, nor the way his body struggles and shakes when lighting his cigarette. He lets himself deeply inhale the stale smoke before letting it slip out through a pursed lip.

He looks out over the railing. The city street below is surprisingly lively compared to its usual bare bones around this time of night. He people-watches for a few moments, a fragile attempt to distract himself from the uneasy pit threatening to permanently settle in his stomach.

He observes a street vendor closing up for the night, scrubbing away at a hefty pot filled of some mixture of noodle and broth. He sees a stray mutt sniffing through piles of plastic bags filled with trash, before a policeman shoos it away from the neglected garbage. He watches a walking man pass beneath the street-lamps, faintly illuminated by their glow every few feet as he scurries to get home with convenience store bags in his hand.

His eyes fall to a young couple, teenagers maybe, strolling through the dimly lit streets. They practically skip down the alleyways, hands intertwined and animatedly swinging back and forth. He hears one of them loudly giggle as the other one attempts to balance on the raised borders of the sidewalk, placing one foot in front of the other like an acrobat on a tightrope.

It makes his heart sink for reasons unknown. The bitter anger he feels is a humbling reminder for him to get back inside and go back to sleep.

With a bit of a groan and a harsh rub to the bridge of his nose, Touya stifles his cigarette out on the brick wall of your apartment complex, before tossing it in the ashtray you leave out for him on the end table.

On his way inside, he eyes the wilted potted plant next to it, dried and crumbling from the lack of rain these days.

Once he’s through the door, Touya finds himself moving towards the bathroom. He leans over the sink as he avoids his own gaze in the mirror. While the ceramic is calm and cooling on his palms, it’s still not enough.

He flicks the knob which turns the faucet on and allows the cold water to run for a few moments. Once he’s positive that it’s as cold as your apartment complex’s water tank can allow, he sticks his hands underneath the consistent stream of the nozzle.

He lets the water hit the center of his palms, cupping in his hands and overflowing over the sides of his thumbs. He watches it drip through the cracks where his fingers meet one another, feels it glide over his knuckles and down his wrists. He tilts his hands upward and lets it run beneath his fingernails—an attempt to hit every single one of his crevices with the purifying liquid.

His final act includes him cupping the water one last time and splashing it on his face. It slightly brings his temperature down, but more so pulls him back to reality as he blindly reaches around the bathroom for something to dry himself with.

He decides to roughly collect the droplets on his face with the hand towel hanging beside him. While looking down at the floor, he spots the smear of blood he left on your tile the first time he met you. The one that he knew would leave a stain. He didn't expect to ever see it again, let alone every day.

As he places the towel back on the rack, something briefly catches his attention from the corner of his eye—something he hasn’t noticed before in the small confines of your familiar bathroom.

A tiny vase, no bigger than the circumference of his own two hands, sits on the shelf of your toilet tank. It doesn’t take up much space, maybe half of the ledge, as it decorates the otherwise relatively plain room. It’s not the vase that lures him in, it’s the flowers.

They’re white.

White, just like the bandages you pressed into his tattered and lifeless skin what feels like years ago. Like the bedsheets you wrapped the two of you in, holding him in your palms and begging him to stay the night. White, the same as the dress you wore, the one that had him thinking about a future—one with you and a forever kept promise. Like the boringly pretty nail polish you chose to decorate your fingernails with for the sole reason that it reminded you of him.

White.

He doesn’t recognize the type of flower, not that he knows many, but he’s familiar with the basics: roses, tulips, sunflowers. These ones are different. They spread themselves out at the stem, almost drooping into a delicate star-shape. They have tiny little seeds—he guesses—in the center, yellow and narrow. He leans in to sniff them, they smell of nothing but grass and wind. A clean scent.

They’re new, he decides. He would've noticed those before. Knowing you and your routine, you most likely picked them up on your way back from work a few days ago. He vaguely remembers you mentioning a flower-shop close to your office that you’d been curious to check out. He figures you finally bit the bullet before the work week was over.

Something about those fucking flowers ignites something inside of him. So simple and plain, yet captivatingly eye-catching at the same time. Silent and peaceful, they stay there. They don’t harm anyone. Their only purpose being to lighten up the dim and stale bathroom.

They’re proof that things can be good, that things can sit there and exist for the sole reason of making someone happy. They don’t need to be any more complicated than that—Touya thinks they’re kinda like you in that way.

With a new-found sense of ease and a strange sense of urgency pulling him back to the bedroom, Touya’s feet move before he can process his own realizations. They carry him back to bed, let him crawl underneath the covers and press his body softly against yours.

He returns to the same position he was in before, resting on his side as his elbow prompts him upwards, giving him a clear angle of you sleeping soundly beneath him.

Touya doesn’t know why he feels the need to say it right now. Maybe, it’s because you’re sleeping, in your own world and unable to hear him. He knows it’s cowardly—but for more reasons than one, he’s never claimed to be a hero.

He braces himself—for what, he doesn’t know. Maybe the ground will split open from beneath him and swallow you whole. Maybe the sky will turn red and the sun will explode into a thousand fiery little flames. Maybe he’ll stop breathing. Maybe you’ll breathe another thirteen times.

He focuses on you and nothing else, afraid to exhale too loudly or move an inch in fear of waking you and ruining the moment for himself.

Frozen in time, he whispers the cursed phrase, lips barely moving.

“I love you.”

It’s foreign in his mouth, but it doesn’t feel acidic like he’d imagined it would. It feels light, feathery, as if it’s not even there in the first place. It melts like cotton candy on his tongue, dissolving into nothing but a sweet and sugary aftertaste.

Touya blinks, releasing a sigh as he allows himself to relax a bit. The moment is peaceful. That wasn’t so bad.

“I love you too, Touya” he hears you faintly whisper from the space in between his arm and torso. His body freezes with what he hopes isn't regret.

You don’t gasp and tremor like he expects, hell, you barely move a muscle as you mutter the words back to him with ease. You must be sleep-talking, he reasons with himself. There’s no other way that you’d be as nonchalant as you are about the situation at hand.

But as you move in closer to him, your hand rubbing soft circles on his chest, he knows you’re awake.

He lets himself drift off to sleep once more, no need for counting mammals or listing specifically shaped objects. The sole thought dancing in Touya’s mind remains the same throughout the night and into his dreams.

He needs to ask you for the name of those flowers.

a/n: AAAAAAAHHHH here is my touya fic. i am very proud of it >,< i’ve been working on it for quite some time now and it feels good to finally be able to release it! i hope u all enjoy reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it. i had a lot of fun coming up with the little details and easter eggs in it. as always, i love receiving ur guys feedback so please feel free to let me know what u like about it (if anything at all LOL)

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prettyboykatsuki · 1 year

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warm-ups | todoroki + sfw + kick

✭ wc ; 851 | ✭ tags ; established relationship, mentions of childhood trauma, swinging lol, gn!reader, fluff

✭ a/n ; had to be a little clever w this one

"Wait, baby," Todoroki carefully watches your expression as you pinch the bridge of your nose "Are you saying you've never been on a swing before"

He pauses.

"If I have, I don't recall."

This tidbit of information seems to cause you distress for a reason Todoroki isn't completely able to identify. This happens sometimes, where he'll tell you about some innocuous part of his life and you react with a great big sigh.

He can normally understand it after it's explained, or if he thinks about it a little longer. This time, he has no idea which part of his sentence seems to be causing you trouble.

"I really hate your old man, Shou," You say, voice melancholy but light at the same time. He thinks you're trying to cheer him up. He appreciates it "Can't wait till Touya is done serving time,"

Todoroki doesn't know what to make of that. He hums.

"Is it that bad?" He asks. You shake your head, and reach for his hands with yours. He's quick to hold it, envelop it and draw patterns in your palms.

"Not bad. It's just like...sometimes it makes me feel like I took a lot for granted."

"Your childhood wasn't easy either," He points out. And you laugh.

"No, no I guess not. But at least I got to live it,"

Ah. Todoroki is starting to understand.

"I'm okay," He says, trying to reassure you. You smile at him but it hasn't changed at all.

"I know, sweet thing." You say, and the sound of your voice makes his heart race. For a while you sit like that, on a park bench in an empty park. It's cold but Shouto keeps both your hands warm as you sit on the heated side. He isn't sure how to approach things like this.

"Shou, baby," You start as he turns his head to look at you, tilted to one side "Can I teach you to swing?"

Todoroki blinks at you like he's trying to decipher his sentence.

"Teach me to swing?" He parrots. You nod enthusiastically, jutting your chin at the empty swings. He stares at them then stares back at you.

"Yeah. It'll be fun." You say, not forcing him. He doesn't have any reason to say no, so he nods. He mostly says because it makes you brighten up, a joy returning to your expression he found himself missing until just now.

You grab his hand and pull him up, tugging him behind you as you approach the swings. Todoroki walks at your pace, the crunch of the mulch under his boots noisy as he approaches. You drop his hand and go behind the swing, gesturing to him.

"C'mon. Sit," You say. Todoroki sits in the swing, the weight of his body causing tension in the buckles. He can feel the metal ridges of the chain press lightly into the skin - but surprisingly he fits. It's a little snug, but he feels like it's holding up his weight just fine.

His feet touch the floor completely, maybe too tall. You stand behind him, hands on his shoulders. Todoroki looks over his shoulder to try and see you.

"Okay. I'm gonna give you a little push at first okay," You say, placing your hands on his waist with a little smile. Todoroki likes how your hands feel "And when you're back - kick your legs back. And when you're swinging forward, kick your legs in front of you. Sounds easy enough right?"

He nods. It does sound easy.

"Okay. Ready," He says, and you giggle. Delighted. It's a little effort for you to push him, a soft grunt leaving your mouth as you push him forward.

Then he's swinging. The motion starts slight - an easy back and forth like the waving of a flag. But Todoroki remembers your words, listening to your encouragement. It's a pendulum. He can feel the momentum of his body shift as he kicks backwards, how there's more weight when he swings forward.

Then he's higher than before, he can feel himself going higher. He didn't realize his eyes had been closed until he opens them again. Over and over, he does it until he's reaching close to the sun. Todoroki can see the white sun in the sky, winter oncoming. He can feel the cold air all over his body, frost in his fingers

But something inside is melting. Warmth is settling over his body as he starts to reach a high summit, the tension of his body making full use of the movement. He's never seen the sky so clear before.

"Shou," You say, your phone in hand and so much love in your voice it's tangible "Is it fun?!" You shout, enthusiasm in it like never before. In that carefree and ridiculous way you so easily embody.

He wonders why he wants to shout too, but he doesn't fight it. He giggles, so soft it's easy to miss. He opens his eyes to look at the sun. He looks at you.

"Yes," He shouts back, intonation flat but smiling "It's fun."

#todoroki x reader #todoroki fluff #warm-ups #writing tag #i love him so muc

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tired-teacher-blog · 2 years

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Hello doll ❤️ if you’re doing request I would like hcs for Hawks, Dabi, Fatgum, Eraserhead, Mina and Tenya with “petnames in bed”

Thank you so much, your stuff is perfect don’t listen to those ugly anons

Hi cutie! Yes I'm taking requests and I enjoyed doing yours so I hope you enjoy reading it.

And thank you so much for being so nice, it means the world to me I swear, and don't worry sweetie I won't let a bunch of hateful messages ruin it for me <3

Title : Call me how you wish

Characters : Aizawa/ Dabi/ Iida/ Mina/ Fatgum/ Hawks/ gender neutral reader

Genre : fluff/ suggestive

Please do not read if you're a minor

Masterlist

Hawks :

When you two are cuddling, Keigo prefers to use sweet petnames to address you. His favorite being "beautiful". He would casually whisper it into your ear or against your temple as he holds you close and kisses you.

But when you two are in a more intimate state, he would praise your body, every part of it. He likes to let you know just how much he adores every inch of you, and his favorite nicknames for you in that situation would be "sexy", "hot" or "foxy". He chants them all the while kissing and biting and sucking everywhere. Your body is his canvas and he takes pride in leaving his marks behind.

Dabi :

Touya is mischievous, and has many petnames for you according to his mood. In fact, he barely calls you by your real name.

One of his favorite things to call you is "angel", but that's only for when you two are laying in bed together talking about your day. He likes to watch you rambling on and on about anything and everything, only to shut you up with his lips on yours.

But during your sexy time, his choice of nicknames changes 180° and one of the things he calls you would be "slut" or "whore" as he rams mercilessly into your core.. or vice versa.

Fatgum :

Taishiro is the sweetest thing, and the nicknames he addresses you by reflect that.

He has many for you, and most of them are related to his favorite sweets. For instance, he loves it when you're laying comfortably on top of him while he's running his fingers all over your body, talking or listening to you and occasionally slipping an affectionate "cookie" or "cutie pie" or "honey".

And it's not much different from when he's all over you devouring every inch of your naked body as you shudder and moan underneath him. He would mouth a raspy "delicious" against your skin before having some more of you.

Aizawa :

Shōta is a passionate lover, and you can tell just by the petnames he has for you. His favorite thing is laying side by side with you, as you nuzzle his neck or he nuzzles yours, depending on his mood and energy. In moments like these, he pulls you closer to himself and whispers a groggy "baby" or "gorgeous" and he does it so casually leaving your heart hammering against your chest.

Now.. When he's on top of you admiring your quivering form beneath him, all sweaty and whimpering in need, he smirks and asks: "What does my queen/ my king want? Just tell me and I'll grant it."

And grant it he shall.

Mina :

Mina is a little ball of energy. She's playful and she's got a few petnames for you to prove it.

It's just too precious when you're in bed resting or napping, and all of a sudden she jumps on top of you kissing your face and neck and basically every part of you she can reach, while giggling and whispering: "How's my cuddle bug doing?" Or "I missed you today sunshine."

And you can't help the smile creeping up your face whenever she utters those words.

However, when it's sexy time for you, her attitude changes completely and so do the petnames she uses.

She turns into a trembling moaning mess who beggs you to stop all the teasing: "Please sweetie.. I can't take it anymore!" Or "Darling do that again.." and it's addicting.

Tenya :

Tenya is the typical kind of guy who uses petnames accordingly.

He especially likes to be cuddled up to you, running his fingers along your back -preferably under your shirt because he loves to feel you quivering under his touch- kissing your head, temple, nose, lips, neck, shoulder, and anything his lips can reach, while whispering loving words and sweet nothings against your skin: "How was your day love?" Or "I'm the luckiest man in the world, waking up to my sweetheart's beautiful face every morning."

But when sex is involved, and your sweaty eager bodies are all over each other, he looks at you through lustful eyes, and says under his breath and between sloppy kisses: "You're doing good my princess/ my prince, yes just like that."

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redphlox · 17 days

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"No matter how fucked up his father is and what he puts him through, he still wants that love to be reciprocated. Nothing Endeavor can do can make his family not love him" how... how is this a good thing and a good storytelling from a family friendly positive manga going for a positive message for kids/teens?? also it is arguable if Endeavors writting is good and well done. just saying.

I can definitely see how "No matter how fucked up his father is and what he puts him through, he still wants that love to be reciprocated. Nothing Endeavor can do can make his family not love him" might initially seem problematic and can be misconstrued, so let's talk nuance.

I feel like you read that from a place of fear and mistrust that grants Endeavor a power imbalance to continue abusing his kids and that Touya will put up with the abuse because he loves his dad.

That's not what I meant, and that's not what's happening in the story. To be clear, Touya and his siblings love their father but NOT his father's actions. They DON'T love the abuse, nor did they want it. Touya loves Enji because Enji is his and he is Enji's, and that's it. There's no explanation, no reason, no logic, and there doesn't need to be. That's what makes the love unconditional. "You are my father, and I am your son."

Let's define unconditional love, what that is, and what it's not.

Unconditional love means that you care deeply about someone with no strings attached. There aren't any qualifications the other person has to meet, no ulterior motives, no benefits/favors you're seeking, no treaties, etc. They don't have to be perfect for you to care about them, and they don't have to offer you anything.

Unconditional love DOES NOT mean you must, should, or are supposed to endure abuse, mistreatment, etc from someone. You can love someone and still lay boundaries and limitations, criticize them, and even cut off contact.

So, back to what I said: "No matter how fucked up his father is and what he puts him through, he still wants that love to be reciprocated. Nothing Endeavor can do can make his family not love him."

I'm NOT saying that Touya or the other Todoroki kids should, can, or need to put up with their father's abusive bullshit. I'm NOT saying that Endeavor needs to become even more unhinged and push his family to see what he can get away with. I'm NOT saying that the children should/need to be/are submissive to their father's actions and how he treats them.

I AM saying his children love him despite his deep flaws (his ugly heart, his blind ambition, his impatience, his anger issues, his envy, his ego, his failures as a parent) and that's powerful because they're giving unconditional love they were deprived of by him. They're giving HIM what THEY needed, what HE was incapable of giving. They're keeping their hearts open despite it all... And that's beautiful for the kids! Enji doesn't know how lucky he is, and the irony probably stings his ego, tbh.

What I'm NOT saying is that it's good that Endeavor can do no wrong so he can keep abusing his kids. I'm NOT saying that the kids are passive about enduring his mistreatment. I'm NOT saying he's entitled to this love, or deserves it. And on the topic of deserving, I feel like many readers think Dabi should be of the "if you don't love me, then I won't love you" mentality, which is exactly the type of conditional love they criticize Enji for, so it's powerful for Touya to love his father unconditionally. But he's not passive and welcoming or allowing the abuse, either.

What I AM saying is that the Todoroki's children's ability to give unconditional love is their strength, and that's beautiful because love is a beautiful thing. Why shouldn't Touya love who he loves? The love he (or anyone else) chooses to give isn't a reflection on that person, but of themselves, just like Enji being unable to love his children unconditionally speaks volumes about his feelings about himself and his view of love and relationships.

At its core, BNHA is a story about the power of love. I have a longer meta about this that's been sitting in my drafts for months but, these are actually really positive, healthy messages:

1. Continue loving others even if your heart is broken. Don't shut others out because someone broke your heart. You have the power to love people unconditionally, and that's a strength. When you fight with your parents, when you fight with your friends, when you fight with your significant other or y'all break up, don't let this heartbreak make you close your heart or mute your love. Don't let it hinder or discourage you from loving others. Even if you never get that unconditional love from the parent that you so crave, does that mean that you turn to the world and say "fuck you" and be cold and never open your heart to others? No. That doesn't come from a place of healing and it's actually an escape and defense mechanism that will make your loneliness worse. Continue loving!!!!

2. Even if you love someone to the fullest of your capability, you might not have that love returned. That doesn't speak to your worthiness. That's a reflection of the person whose love you didn't receive. So, still, continue loving others.

3. You have power in your relationship with your abusive parent. You can choose if you want them in your life, if you want to accept their apology if they ever apologize, if you want to keep loving them despite their deep flaws as a human and a parent. You get to choose how to feel and how you deal with those feelings. There's a lot of power in choice. This is explored through each Todoroki child's relationship with and feelings about their dad.

Horikoshi is writing about a realistically complex, messy, and nuanced father-son relationship, but the positives are there. BNHA is a manga with hopeful themes.

#bnha #bnha asks #feels good to write about bnha again #touya and enji

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catfuyus · 1 year

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— ❝ OUTLIVE THE PAIN ❞ ft. SHOUTO & TOUYA TODOROKI MASTERLIST

»» PAIRING. Shouto Todoroki x Reader x Touya Todoroki

»» THEMES. love triangle, family drama, hero justice system, redemption, self acceptance

»» NOTE. each chapter will have its own set of warnings, there is eventual smut so don’t ignore the warnings ! also p.s. sorry this post got so long, the read more tab wasn’t cooperating !

»» BACKGROUND INFO. reader has a healing quirk and volunteers with helping reformed criminals re-enter society. reader was a former pro-hero before changing careers to help those hero society turned a blind eye to. this takes place after the events of the manga, so Shouto is an adult and has been a pro hero for a few years. Dabi was in jail for a year before being accepted into the reformation program at the behest of Shouto.

»» SUMMARY. former criminal and mass murderer dabi— no, touya todoroki is granted parole after making a deal with the judge. half of the deal is keeping his record clean, attending court ordered therapy, and maintaining a steady job. the other half is living with you, and all that entails. you somehow wind up getting caught up in a whirlwind romance between a convict getting back on his feet and his brother who’s been through hell and back for him. you knew getting caught up in the infamous todoroki family would be messy, but you had no idea how intense things would get between them.

PART ONE: ADJUSTMENTS

Touya moves into your apartment after having spent a little over a year inside a jail cell. Some background info on how you live and plan to co-inhabit the same space. (word count: 2,851)

PART TWO: UNDER THE ASHES

You begin healing sessions with Touya while he contemplates whether he’s ready to see his family outside of a jail cell for the first time in years.

PART THREE: SNOW CONE

You agree to let Shouto take you out as a thanks for all that you’re doing for the family. What you don’t expect is Touya’s reaction.

STATUS: ONGOING

©️sadisticyouko-main | please do not plagiarize, repost, or redistribute in any way to any other platforms, including wattpad and tiktok.

#shouto todoroki #shouto todoroki x reader #dabi mha #touya todoroki #touya todoroki x reader #dabi x reader #shouto x reader #otp masterlist #the irony of the acronym lol #todoroki multi chap fic #i would rather wait to post this until I had the first fic done #but I need this out the drafts lol

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icyhotness · 1 year

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Tears in the Club

Words: 5k (read here or on ao3)

Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content/Feminine Reader

Relationships: Todoroki Touya/Reader

Summary:

Bakugou Katsuki is a natural genius. He's good at practically anything he tries, right off the bat.

So when Ashido asks him if he can twerk it's very natural for him to be good at it right away. It's just that no one expected how good.

Todoroki feels a type of way about it.

or: Todoroki watches Bakugou twerk and has a spiritual awakening.

The thrumming bass pulses through your veins. It echoes through every inch of your body and, without it, you’re sure that you’d be nothing but a hollow shell.

The synths of the music—the pounding of the 808s—become your heartbeat. It is the very strings that control your marionette visage.

Your steps—though awkward and unsure—propel you forward.

You’re alone.

You know you shouldn’t be. Being alone, dressed like you are in such a place, is a recipe for disaster. And normally, you’re not this type of girl anyway.

You’re the kind that would be sitting at home. By now, you would be curled up in bed. But not asleep. No. You would be wide awake.

Wide awake and waiting for him to get home.

He promised you that it was just work that kept him away. That he was just simply a busy man. And so of course he would be busy at work late. His work—his hard work and effort—is what kept the lights on. Kept food in the fridge. It was what afforded you such a comfortable lifestyle where you didn’t have to work.

You did. But you didn’t have to work to sustain yourself. To keep food on the table and to keep a roof over your head.

You worked at a flower shop part time, a few days a week. The other days, you spent taking care of your home and keeping yourself in shape.

No, you didn’t have to work to survive.

But you did work to satisfy him. To appease him. To show him that everything he did was worth it because you were grateful. You didn’t take any of it for granted.

So you were the good girlfriend. The obedient girlfriend.

When he told you to change into something else, no matter the reason, you listened. When he told you that he expected dinner to be ready by a certain time, it was. When he told you to stay home—to not go out with your friends—and instead wait for him, you did. And when he told you that he would be home late because of work, you believed him.

You believed him.

But stupid, stupid you.

You should have known better.

He’d left his iPad out.

Normally he kept it in his at-home office. A room that you obediently avoided after being told to not enter it.

But it was on the nightstand on his side of the bed.

Innocuous. Unassuming.

You had grabbed it just to simply put it back. It was a good deed. A deed you were sure he’d thank you for. But then you noticed there was an unread message from a mutual friend of yours.

Well…she was more your friend than his.

Or so you thought.

You unlocked it. You unlocked the iPad.

It was easy.

Perhaps he never put a password on it because he figured he had you so obediently trained. Perhaps he never put a password on it because he figured that you would never dare to touch something that usually stayed in his office—a place you were never to step foot in.

But you did. You unlocked it and it had no password so it was incredibly easy. And with his icloud connected, you could easily read the text messages between him and Itsuka.

The messages that denigrated you. Disparaged you.

They made fun of you. They bad-mouthed you and belittled you.

You were nothing but a toy to play with. To use and throw away. To laugh at.

He was cheating on you with your friend. Your friend who had no qualms about her actions. Who made fun of you.

They sent photos back and forth. Nude. Explicit. They sent videos of their affair back and forth, too. They talked about it. Bragged about it. Joked about how you were an idiot that was none the wiser.

But of course you weren’t. You were just simply an obedient doll.

You put his iPad back in his office—back where you remembered seeing it on the few occasions you had even dared to look in.

And then you waited for him to get home. Dinner was on the table, hot and ready. When he came home, he kissed you on the cheek and smiled. He talked about his day at work and when your meal was done, you cleared off the table and cleaned the dishes. That night, as he always did before going to sleep, he told you how much he loved you.

For the following days, you continued to sneak into his office and read through their messages.

It hurt so much. So fucking much. And yet you couldn’t stop yourself. You had to know what they were saying about you. It was an insatiable obsession. A mistake, really, but it was the only thing that you could think of to do.

And then you realized that it was not only Itsuka that he was sleeping with.

There were more. So many more.

Some were your friends. Others were women he’d sworn were just friends. And the rest were women you’d never even met before.

You were sick.

Literally.

For days you couldn’t eat. And when you did, it came right back up. When you laid beside him at night, you did not know rest. When you weren’t sobbing as he rested so peacefully, you were just silently staring at him as you wondered what you did to deserve this.

You were good to him.

You listened. You obeyed without question.

But in the end you were nothing but a doormat.

Takami Keigo took you for a fool.

Not like you gave him any reason to treat you different…or so you told yourself.

It has been two months since you found out about him cheating on you, and now you are nothing but an empty carcass. A walking corpse of the woman you once were.

Of course he does not notice. You are no better than the lap that sits atop the nightstand on his side of the bed. You are of no more importance than the utensils that sit in the kitchen drawers. As long as you keep working as you always have, he does not notice the absence of your spirit.

But Rumi notices.

She is the only friend that never showed up in his phone. She is the only friend that continues to check on you. To make sure you’re okay. The only friend that continued to invite you out despite you always passing on the offer.

And she is the only friend that never quite liked Keigo.

She recognized the subservient role he’d placed upon you and firmly—vehemently—disagreed.

She tried to warn you. But you didn’t listen. You assured her that she was merely overthinking. That Keigo was a good man. A wonderful boyfriend. That he was simply protective, but that he constantly showed through his actions how much he loved you.

You wish you had her discerning eye.

So it was only natural for her to notice the shift in your being. In the very essence of you.

She invited you out to cheer you up, never once expecting you to agree. But you did. In fact, you had asked if you could stay the night at her place afterwards.

It had been so long since you had accepted her invitation, let alone stayed at her placed, that she agreed right away.

You went to her apartment. You borrowed a dress and some heels from her. You followed her out the door and to the club.

It’s been so long since you’ve been to a club. Since you’ve been out without Keigo by your side. It’s been so long since you’ve worn something that you picked out yourself—that you’ve worn something so revealing.

The dress you borrowed clings to your body. It reveals every curve and so much skin. It accentuates and flatters.

You haven’t worn something like this in years. But you feel sexy.

If only you didn’t feel so out of place.

Rumi was by your side. She had glued herself to you and wouldn’t let you out of her sight. Not because she did not trust you. Not because she thought of you as incapable, but because she was worried.

But the more alcohol that entered your system the more you felt stifled.

The more you felt smothered.

So you slipped from her side.

Some guy had been hitting on her and while her attention had been taken, you escaped.

Now, you worm your way through the crowded club. One awkward step after another. There is a glass in your hand, but you quickly empty it and set it down someplace you have no intention of revisiting.

The dance floor is just ahead.

As you swim further away from shore, the waves of bodies begin to swallow you. They pull you in further and further, making it harder to fight against the current. Making it harder to turn around. Making it harder to return to safety.

Not like you intend to.

Trapped and with no escape route, you stand still in the mass of dancing humidity.

Your eyes close and you stand there, just simply soaking everything in. People brush against you. Bump into you. Someone steps on your foot. But you don’t care. You just stand there until your head grows dizzy.

Dizzy, from intoxication.

You grow drunk on a combination of alcohol and environment.

Sin and wickedness lap at your heels and the moment you stop moving, they swallow you whole.

Your body is moving now.

The music is now your master. It is now the one controlling your strings. And you let it.

You give yourself to it entirely.

It doesn’t matter who is around you.

Someone grabs hold of your hips. They tug you into them and grind into you. Their hands wander your body in ways that, if you were in your right mind, you would never accept. But you’re not, so you do.

The hands disappear from your silhouette, but you don’t stop.

Your body continues to move without any control over yourself. As if possessed. But really, you kind of are. Not like you mind.

It does not scare you. In fact, you welcome it. You welcome the mindlessness. You welcome the way you do not have to put any thought to anything. You simply dance. You simply move.

More pairs of hands come and go. You dance with an innumerable amount of people, but that is all that you do. You just dance and dance. Moving to the whims of your melodic master and nothing else. You drown in the dulcet beats and find sweet comfort in the stupor it gives you.

“What’re you doing crying in a place like this, looking like that?”

The voice is deep. Husky and raspy. It brings you out of your trance as though popping a bubble.

The haze of brainlessness disappears.

How many songs have passed? What time is it? Who is it that has their hands on your waist?

You turn around and the man behind you is tall. Taller than you, for sure. He’s got deep seated bags under his eyes and a few facial piercings. Tattoos cover the entirety of his neck and his arms, from what you can see. He’s muscular, too. That much is obvious.

He’s hot.

He’s sexy.

“I’m crying?”Is your response.

And then you reach up to touch your face, shocked to find that you are actually crying.

“That would be a weird fucking pick up line if you weren’t, don’t you think?”

It would be, that’s not what you’re thinking about at the moment. Now, you’re wondering when you had begun to shed tears. How long have you been crying?

His hands that rest on your waist pull you closer. “So, are you gonna answer my question sweetheart?”

Normally, you’d wrinkle your nose in disgust at being called such a thing by a stranger. But you don’t mind it coming from his mouth. You don’t mind the lustful gaze or obvious flirting, either.

So instead, you swallow to clear your dry throat and lick your lips.

“Yes, that would be a weird pick up line.”You tell him and then quickly follow it up with, “I’m having problems with my boyfriend.”

He nods his head and you quickly realize that perhaps you misspoke. This guy is clearly hitting on you. He’s clearly flirting with you and…well—despite the heartache you’ve been through these past weeks, you still have love in your heart for Keigo.

But you’re not opposed to the attention you’re getting right now.

“I’m breaking up with him. He’s cheating.”

You say it then immediately regret it.

The alcohol has loosened your lips and liberated your tongue. The words that you couldn’t even fathom articulating to Rumi, you have blurted out to the sexy stranger in front of you. But if he is at all bothered, he does not appear so.

Instead he wipes a stray tear from your face and then leans in. His lips are all but brushing against the shell of your ear. A shiver runs down your spine at that. But his words are what cause your legs to go weak.

“Don’t worry darling, I was going to pursue you whether you were in a committed relationship or not.”

And then he pulls away.

Not completely though. Just enough for you two to make eye contact. But when you do, it feels like you’ve been shocked with electricity. And you welcome the moment his lips touch yours.

As his tongue slips into your mouth and your hands tangle in his hair, you vaguely register how troubled you are by his words

Mostly because they remind you of Keigo.

Did he ever stop—did he ever hesitate before approaching someone? Were you ever on his mind as he slept with one person after another?

Probably not.

You gave yourself to him in ways that he could never.

And so you let all inhibitions go as the sexy stranger feels you up. His hands mark his territory in ways that were unfamiliar to you until just now. They grab and grope. Fondle and caress.

“You wanna continue this somewhere more private?”He asks and though his words are not explicit, you understand fully what he means.

And you do. You want to continue this.

So you nod your head but let out a bit of a gasp as he takes hold of your hand and begins leading you out of the cacophony of bodies.

You’re not sure where he’s taking you, but he seems so sure of himself. As if he knows exactly where he’s going. So you let him lead and merely follow. You are now mindful of your absence from Rumi, though, and look around to hopefully spot her.

She stares with wide, surprised eyes.

She begins walking over to you, but upon seeing that you are not alone, the surprise in her eyes turns to downright shock.

You give her a thumbs up to let her know that you’re fine and soon, you’re disappearing from her sight once again.

You feel bad. You feel bad for disappearing from her. For, undoubtedly, worrying her. For not explaining anything to her. For using her and her kindness as a means to enable your night of mindlessness.

So you remind yourself to apologize.

Later.

Because now, you’re being pulled into an office. The office. The one that clearly belongs to the owner of the club.

The stranger grabs your chin and pulls you in for a kiss. His tongue slips into your mouth once again while his hands settle onto your ass, giving your cheeks a firm squeeze. You two shuffle backwards, uncaring as you knock a few things over.

But eventually your ass meets the edge of the office desk.

And then he hikes up your short dress before dropping down to his knees and pulls your underwear to the side. He does not even bother to take them off of you, instead he pushes your legs open wide and buries his head between them. He leaves wet kisses, biting and nipping all along your thighs.

“W-Wait.”You say, pushing his head away from you. He stops and looks up, biting his lip and playing with his lip piercing. “What’s your name?”

“Call me Dabi.”Is his reply.

It’s clearly a nickname, but you don’t mind.

This is nothing but a fling. His real name does not matter.

“Y/N.”You tell him.

He nods his head. “Can I eat your cunt now?”

“Yes—”

Dabi licks a stripe up your wet pussy, promptly shutting you up. His tongue licks against your wet folds, clearing away your juices that leaked. Your hips buck so Dabi holds your them down.

“Fuck.”You groan, drawing out the word as your eyes close and your head falls back.

You can’t remember the last time Keigo did this. The last time he had bothered to eat you out—the last time he even bothered to fuck you—but even still, you don’t remember it ever feeling this good. You want to rub it in his face, spread your pussy all over Dabi’s face, but the hold on your hips keeps you from doing so.

His tongue circles around your twitching hole teasing it, causing you to moan. He’s teasing you, but, you remind yourself, at least you are getting eaten out while he’s doing so. At least your mind is filling with pleasure as he toys with you.

He runs the flat of his tongue over the expanse of your pussy before circling the tip around your clit.

Your entire body jolts.

“Dabi―”You moan, clamping a hand over your mouth tightly when you realize just how loud you’re being.

It feels so good though. So fucking good.

You let out a muffled “fuck” as Dabi sucks on your clit. While his hands still hold your hips down, his thumbs spread apart your lips to give himself more access to you.

“Fucking delicious,”Dabi mumbles and you want to respond. Want to tell him how good he’s doing―compliment him somehow, but his tongue starts flicking at your clit and there’s nothing you can do but keep your hand clamped around your mouth as moans fall from your lips.

You can’t help the yelp that comes out when his hands momentarily leave your hips to grab hold of your thighs. He picks you up a tad, and puts your legs on his shoulders.

One hand goes back to your waist while the other goes straight to your sopping pussy. One finger, quickly followed by a second, fucks into you as Dabi’s mouth feverishly eats your pussy.

You can’t help the way your entire body shudders. Your legs, that dangle off of his shoulders, tighten but with what little consciousness you have left, you remind yourself to not suffocate him. But it’s hard. So hard to not completely let go like you had done on the dancefloor.

That had been different. Unique. It involved no one else but you and the music. The sensuous, melodic notes that filled the air.

But this. Being with someone else besides Keigo, and giving the responsibility of your pleasure to them, is different. In fact, it’s a bit scary. But then his fingers crook up inside of you—hitting your g-spot—and the tight, apprehensive grip that holds you back begins to slip just a little bit.

Your hands drop from your face and instead, one shoots back—planting firmly on the surface of the desk to give you stability—while the other tangles in his dark locks.

“Fuck―Dabi.”You moan, not being able to contain yourself anymore. You’ve given up on muffling yourself in favor of gripping the desk to keep from falling over. “So good. So fucking good I―”

Your pussy pulses around Dabi’s fingers and your words catch in your throat. It’s impossible to speak now as you know that moans, far too loud to be appropriate, will be the only ones coming from your mouth. It’s like your body begins to tremble―vibrate, and because of the lack of restraint on your hips, you begin to buck into Dabi’s face uncontrollably.

“Dabi. Dabi, fuck.”You moan as your nails dig into the desk.“I’m cumming. I’m gonna cum. I―”

He ignores you completely. Instead, he continues to finger fuck you as he sucks on your clit.

Warmth washes over your body and tingles take over your lower limbs, slowly spreading to the rest of your body. Your entire body stiffens and your stomach muscles clench, causing your back to arch. Your orgasm crashes into you and it’s like your body freezes, your head is thrown back and your mouth hangs open but no sound comes out.

Juices gush from your cunt, some squirting out but he is ready for it. Waiting with his mouth open. It’s then that he finally looks into your eyes, holding contact with you and makes it a point to show you how he swallows every last drop he’d managed to get into his mouth.

You are struggling to catch your breath, but if you weren’t then you’d probably start singing him praises.

Dabi doesn’t waste a moment, standing up from his knees and pulls down his jeans, taking his underwear down with them.

His dick is hard, the head impossibly red and precum leaking from the tip. He reaches around you to open up a drawer to the desk, grabbing a condom from it. You’re slightly curious about the relationship between him and this office, but not enough to ask. Especially when he taps his condom covered cock on your clit, smirking as you flinch.

“Don’t tell me you’re already tired Sweetheart.”He teases you.

He’s a sight to see, that’s for sure. His hair is mussed and his lips are red, but what’s truly eye-catching is the glistening slick wetness that coats his bottom lip and chin.

You lick your lips, “Not tired I just―”But you’re cut off as Dabi rubs his dick along your clit, causing you to once again choke on your words. “You’re not playing fair…”

He lifts you up and sets you down on the edge of the desk. And now that you’ve left the dimly lit dance floor, you realize that his eyes are a gorgeous turquoise blue. A beautiful turquoise blue that is saturated with lust and desire.

“Playing fair, hm?”He asks, his lips descending on your neck. “I’m not sure if such a thing exists.

Dabi enters you, careful to not hurt you but clearly impatient. He’s rough in a surprisingly gentle kind of way. It is paradoxical. It makes your head spin. It makes your cunt throb. It makes you want him even more.

Dabi’s hands and mouth felt good but his cock—his thick, long cock is heavenly. Magical.

You cry out and your nails now dig into and scratch into his back. His shirt is still on, so he is protected from whatever damage you might have inflicted but very quickly you realize that you want to change that. You want to leave your mark on him. Some kind of reminder of what happened this night.

So you tug at his shirt, urging it off of him. Your efforts, at first, are either unnoticed or ignored, but soon he is chuckling and assisting you.

And you’re in no way prepared for what was hiding underneath his shirt.

You could tell he was muscular. You could tell he was in shape—fit. But the rippling abs and deep cut v-line make your mouth go dry.

It would be a lie to say that Keigo isn’t also fit. That he, too, does not sport a similar physique. But when was the last time you had gotten more than a glimpse of it as he got dressed or undressed? You were always a tactile lover—needing to touch and be touched—but you have long since been deprived.

At first, you simply touch him. Your hands simply reach out to feel his muscles. But one, short touch becomes a lingering graze, which inevitably turns into a needy type of pawing—where you are seemingly desperate in your endeavors to feel as much of him as possible.

His strokes are still slow, but intentional. Purposeful as he drives his cock straight into you. Dabi’s head is tipped back and his eyes are closed, apparently taking in the moment.

His eyes snap open, though, when you lean forward. Just enough to connect your tongue to his skin. Your hands grab hold of his hips now as you trace his ever connecting tattoos with your tongue.

“Shit, you’re fucking insatiable.”

“Sorry…”Is your mumbled reply, bashful and a bit embarrassed. You haven’t been with anyone besides Keigo in so long that you’ve lost sense of what behaviors are appropriate or inappropriate during a first time fuck. “I just haven’t been touched in so long.”

He stops fucking you to look straight at you. It is the first time that you’ve looked at each other so clearly. He’s observing you and you’re observing him. You can’t help but wonder what he’s thinking. You can’t help but worry that you’ve ruined the mood.

But then he reaches around, quickly undoing your bra. He pulls the straps off your arms and throws the garment behind himself. Without it, your dress neckline slips and droops, which is apparently what he wants because he slides your straps down your arms.

His hands, large and warm, cup your breasts. His touch is gentle—experimental. When Dabi touches you, he watches your every reaction. He notes your every gasp and shuddering breath. Goosebumps cover your skin as his fingers circle your nipples, his nails scraping along the sensitive buds.

And then he pinches them. Tugs and pulls.

The moan you let out raises into a sensuous wail as he punctuates his actions with an abrupt, deep thrust into your quivering cunt.

It feels ridiculous to admit to yourself, but you’re surprised by just how good you feel. And he doesn’t stop. He continues to toy with your sensitive nipples as he fucks you.

You’re loud now. Uninhibited and uncaring. You’re in a club for fucksake, it’s loud. And if anyone happens to hear through the door, then what can you do? Besides, it’s not like you care much anymore. It’s not like you’re thinking much of anything at this point.

Your nails dig into his skin, leaving tracks of red in their wake. Your legs tremble, already weak but the way Dabi fucks into you makes them grow weaker. Makes your entire being weak—pliant and loose.

“Don’t worry Sweetheart,”Dabi says as he rams his cock into you “You can feel as good as you want to feel. I’ll make you feel good.”

Something about that…about what he’s said. Perhaps his tone. Perhaps the words themselves. Or perhaps it’s the look in his eyes. Whatever the case maybe, you lose the last bit of your inhibitions. The last of your restraint melts away. You give into the pleasure and euphoria. Your head becomes light and you become entirely unabashed.

Your cunt tightens around Dabi’s thick, long cock. And finally, he seems to lose the last bit of his control as well.

He’d been softly groaning this whole time, but now he moans. His deliciously deep, raspy voice is right in your ear. His head rests on your shoulder and his grip on you has tightened. Over and over he mumbles “fuck”.

Your mouth falls open but no sound comes out. It’s like the moans are stuck in your throat. Caught and unwilling to come out but your mind is a whirlwind. Dizzy and intoxicated off of carnal desire, you can’t help the way your body goes completely limp.

You fall back against the desk and rather quickly, Dabi is right on top of you. His lips are on yours and his tongue has slipped into your mouth. It quiets you both down, but just barely.

And then he reaches down between you to give attention to your sensitive clit.

Your toes curl and your back arches off of the hardwood desk. Your nails dig into him once again, more trails of red scratches. You cry out, completely unbridled. His lips are long forgotten now as you drown in your own pleasure.

Your pussy is convulsing around his dick now, and your body trembles terribly. Dabi fucks into you like he’s been starved. The dull, muffled pulsing sounds of the music and your moans that fill the room are joined by the sound of your skin slapping together.

There isn’t any room to be ashamed or shy any more. As Dabi’s cock hits your gspot over and over again, your brain melts further and all you can think about is how good you’re feeling and how much you love Dabi’s cock. And how much you miss being fucked.

How much you miss this.

You’re hearing yourself as though you are listening to someone else. You sound so pathetic—whining desperately and mewling.

“Go ahead Princess, cum for me.”

With the magic words finally spoken, you completely break down.

Your orgasm floods into your every limb, sedating you completely docile. And yet Dabi continues to fuck into you and while you are beginning to suffer from overstimulation and oversensitivity, you can’t bring yourself to try and push him off. So instead you just lay there obediently.

His body grows tense and as you look up at him, your gaze hazy with pleasure and satisfaction, Dabi thrusts into you one last time before he’s emptying himself into the condom.

You thought that he, too, would collapse or at least be too tired to move, but instead he pulls out. He takes off the condom and ties it before tossing it in the trash. It’s almost humiliating, the way he seems so completely done with you.

But then he’s back on you.

His lips are all over your neck. Your chest. Your breasts.

His tongue circles one of your nipple before taking it into his mouth, nibbling on it.

“F-Fuck.”It’s too much. You had never known yourself to be so sensitive and responsive, but you can’t help the way your body jolts. “Please―”

Your toes curl and, once again, your hands tangle into Dabi’s hair as he takes your nipple back into his mouth and begins sucking and nibbling on it again. The way Dabi sucks on them―rolling the sensitive bud around with his tongue and kneading your other breast with his other hand—is enough to cause you to moan loudly and lewdly again.

His lips trail from one breast to the other and he pays them the same attention.

You thought that you were finally starting to get your mind back. You thought your mind was finally becoming clear again, but then you feel his fingers slip back into you and you’re in a haze all over again.

This time, though, it does not take much.

Another, weaker orgasm hits you. It hurts a bit—it’s never hurt before but it does now. Your body is spent. You can’t take anymore.

And really, even when you and Keigo were good—when your relationship was at its peak—you’d never felt like this before. You’d never experienced this kind of fatigue. It feels good. Experiencing this makes you feel good. Even better, really.

“Too much.”You whisper almost inaudibly, tugging at his hair to get him to stop.

Dabi pulls away from you and this time, he’s got a satisfied smirk on his face. From the look in his eyes, it’s obvious that he is pleased with himself.

For a short while neither one of you say anything.

The air is dense. Heavy with the smell of sex and lust. And while you lay there on the desk, you think about what you’ve just done and why you don’t feel even an inkling of guilt.

You sit up finally, and put back on the bra he has retrieved. While you do so, he puts on his own shirt and further fixes his appearance. And then he walks back towards you, extending his hand for you to take.

So you do.

He helps you from the desk but your legs are so weak you would have completely fallen if it had not been for him.

And the amusement glinting in his eyes lets you know that he knows that. But thankfully, he doesn’t comment on it. Instead, he retrieves your purse for you and, when you’re ready, walks you to the door.

“Your boyfriend is fucking stupid, by the way,”Dabi whispers as his large, warm hands soothingly rubs up and down your bare arms. And then he leans in, kissing you softly on the lips. He cups your face in his hands while yours hold onto the hem of his shirt, gripping it tightly. And when his tongue enters your mouth, you welcome it.

But the kiss ends before anything new can start up and you can’t help but feel a tad bit disappointed.

You know that this is goodbye, though.

Of course it is.

This was a one time—one night thing.

But you’ve received more attention in this one night than you have received in the last eight months from your supposed boyfriend.

You don’t look back as you walk out the door.

Or, at least, you try not to.

It’s hard not to, but you fight every urge and instinct to do so.

And just as you walk back out onto the main floor, Rumi is snatching you up and pulling you off to the side.

“We’re leaving.”She tells you.

Which you don’t argue against. With the night you’ve had, you certainly aren’t in the mood to dance anymore. In fact, you could really use a shower and a nice, warm bed right about now.

Besides, you know that you owe it to her to explain. And, maybe, as you explain it to her, you can make some sense of it for yourself as well.

#mha fanfiction #bnha fanfiction #todoroki touya #touya x y/n #touya x reader #touya smut #dabi smut

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inkykeiji · 1 year

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Idk if this is a silly question but is there ever a point or situation where touya-nii isnt so jealous and possessive to where she’s allowed friends? or it doesnt matter cause hes borderline sociopath

hi anon!

tw: abusive relationships, toxic relationships

to answer your question: nope! the raging jealousy and possession/possessiveness are kind of like two of his core traits when it comes to her. i talk about touya’s need for control + power a lot and this is heavily connected to that. he desires control over every single aspect of her life. to him, he literally cannot fathom why she’d ever need friends when she has him and natsuo (this sentiment in particular comes from his antisocial personality disorder (sociopathy) which mostly inhibits him from forming and understanding meaningful relationships. natsuo, his mother, and his reader are technically exceptions to the rule, but as i’ve said before, his ‘love’ for them is twisted and thorny and toxic).

this is also an abuse tactic, whether touya is actively aware of it or not, to keep her beneath his thumb completely and entirely. a lot of abusers will slowly and almost systematically cut their victim off from any support lines (friends and family) so they become trapped and completely reliant on their abuser. the last thing touya would want is some ‘outsider’ looking in and possibly putting ‘ideas’ in his precious brainwashed baby’s brain. thus, if she were to desperately need a friend and beg and cry and plead for it, after being unreasonably offended by it all, the only way touya would allow it to happen would be through supervised visits (and probably a thoroughly vetted ‘friend’).

in this respect, bmb reader would actually be a good candidate, because she is in an abusive and toxic relationship as well, and she is less likely to raise as many alarm bells as someone who isn’t in their position would. granted, bmb reader is a brat and has more freedoms than tnii reader does, and she’d definitely be critical of touya (her and touya would not get along) but not to the point to be a real threat to him.

it is definitely cute, in a twisted sort of way, to think about the two of them getting together and having sleepovers and doing homework together and giggling over the phone late at night etc etc all the things bffs do, and it would probably be good for the both of them to lean on each other and have one another there for support and to talk to about their situations. to have someone who, in some capacity, understands. it would be nice for tnii reader to have a friend, honestly. bmb reader not only has that freedom (at least for surface level uni friends) but she also has dabi to lean on, too. tnii reader is entirely alone; it isn’t like natsuo is ever on her side. it is honestly very tragic, and very heartbreaking, when you think about it.

#i can’t lie this does def make me wanna write like #a meta tnii + bmb reader friendship piece #like a collection of their experiences and memories #it wouldn’t be canon obv but it would be kinda cute 🥺🥺#idk tnii reader is so tragic #she also pulls from the most unstable part of myself and i’ve said this before but i find i baby her a bit because of it #i too at my core just want to be told that i am GOOD #anyway~#SORRY IT TOOK ME A DAY TO POST THIS #i answered it yesterday but i was wary of putting the read more on mobile since tumblr's been so glitchyyyyy #i wanted to put it on my laptop hehe #i hope ur friday is going well anon!!#stay safe n stay healthy!!#inky.bb #clari gets mail #touya nii universe #tw abuse #tw toxic relationship

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a-shy-blueberry · 3 years

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Springtime's a Bitch

A/N: Soooo I know it's not spring anymore but I've been wanting to write this for forever especially since Hawks is one of my favorite characters. I sort of just put like a bunch kinks into one thing and it lost control. Please enjoy this smutty mess.

Pairing: Keigo Takami (Hawks) x F! Reader

Genre: Smut; Fluff

Summary: In which 1 shitty vibrator, and the season of spring get two extremely horny people together.

Warnings: No Beta, Swearing, Corruption Kink, Pre-Rut Keigo, Oral F!Receiving & M!Receiving, Pervy Keigo (in secret), Panty Stealing, Panty Sniffing, Masturbation, Some Mild Predator/Prey Dynamics, Cum Eating, Dacryphilia, Over-stimulation, Breeding Kink, Inappropriate Quirk Use, Creampie (wrap it before you tap it!!), discussions of Birth Control, discussions about Pregnancy, +18 only, Minors, Ageless Blogs, DNI!!

Word Count: 4.7k

Taglist: @katonshoko; @silentnotifs; @touyas-peach

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You had always said you wanted a hot roommate.

You bemoaned about it, over and over as a line of shitty roommates made your life a living hell.

It'd be a dream, close quarters, building tensions, a budding friendship that turns romantic. Someone to fall for that sees you in your most comfortable environment and loves you anyways. You might've been reading too much but it sounded like the perfect fantasy.

Granted you were just asking for a hot roommate, not that it meant they'd reciprocate any attraction for you but at least if they were going to be terrible, they could be pretty to look at.

Reality ended up being far more disastrous.

Keigo had by all means been a pretty stand-up roommate, certainly league's away from anything you were used to. More than capable of covering his half of expenses, barely ever at the apartment due to his busy schedule, but personable enough that the two of you got along despite the limited time together. Really there was only one teeny… tiny… problem… You were completely down bad for your roommate.

"Good morning chickadee, how'd ya sleep," Keigo asked, already fully conscious. That bastard.

"Shhhhh, no talking, only coffee," you whispered, eyes still barely open from sleep as you walked over to the coffee maker. Holding a finger up till you poured your coffee. Waiting until you had had two sips before you put it down. Keigo just watched you, a bemused smirk on his face as you squinted around, nose twitching at the smell of what he was cooking.

"Is that food I smell," your sleepy face already lighting up at the thought of breakfast.

"Why it is, my sleepy bird, go sit down and I'll serve us up some. You waddled over to the table, taking a seat as you watched him cook. Brain finally awake enough to process the scene before you.

How the fuck did he managed to look so nice rolling right out of bed? He was wearing nothing but a pair of sweats hung low on his hips, hair still half-wild from sleep. You started to imagine what it'd be like to wake up together, all cuddled up in each other's arms. Having lazy Sundays where you make breakfast together, the sweet gesture of this morning already twisting in your mind into your little daydream. He was just so easy to get along with, and the fucking definition of sex on a stick.

More than once you were sure he'd caught you drooling when he'd bum around the house in sweats. And today you were trying desperately to make your observations seem more like excitement for food than anything else. You were terrible. Thankfully your thoughts were drawn to the food.

Breakfast ended up being delicious, nothing too fancy as neither of you could cook for shit but it was a lovely moment, one you immensely enjoyed. Too bad when a certain season came by, everything changed dramatically.

Springtime was usually awful for you. Everyone was out and about in love or finding new partners. Meet-cutes and storybook first dates seemed to invade your consciousness. But the absolute worst part was that you were horny as fuck. Your vibrator needed to be charged pretty much 24/7 now and you were honestly starting to worry you'd burn it out but you needed a fix and while there were other, chiseled, blonde, golden-eyed solutions you were eyeing they weren't exactly viable unless you desired melting into a puddle of goo the second you started muttering to him.

Not that you'd even have the chance to ask him, your roommate had been conveniently absent. You were starting to think he was avoiding you, conveniently missing each other in the morning, and he didn't come home until well after you were asleep. While this did allow a bit of ease to your mind during certain sessions you had, even for him this was a lot. Had he figured out your little crush, yeah you had stared some but other than that

It wasn't as though you were too obvious, or expected anything, you'd be fully prepared to keep this secret with you till your grave

Honestly, you were starting to miss him. It was all the little things, like when he would swing by and pick up fried chicken for the two of you, or chilling and watching a movie together, poking fun at cheesy moments or, laughing at silly dialogue. As of late, it felt like the two of you were getting closer, late-night chats while sprawled out in the living room as you talked about things that you didn't share with anybody. Things that made your infatuation, and your guilt grow.

It was getting to the point where just the scent of him calmed you down, you'd sleep in a hoodie he had loaned you one night, desperately clinging to the scent, spraying it with the cologne he kept in the bathroom to make it last longer. Little did you know your roommate was facing a similar problem.

Springtime had never been a particularly enjoyable season for Keigo. Ever since puberty he'd spend several weeks so turned on he couldn't even think straight. Then the worst would hit. A week locked in his room pounding into his fist, desperate to release some of the tension to no relief. Desperate and thoughts stuck on baser instincts.

He'd heard of other mutant quirks developing hyper fixations. People they were close to, or that they had liked, suddenly switched to being an object of desire. They were hunted down, seduced, or in more desperate circumstances, begged and pleaded with. Their quirk convincing them that they couldn't get relief without them.

Hawks should've known better than to let you move in. The first time he'd met you, your soft smile and nervous energy just made you seem so cute. And when you finally grew comfortable with him, showing off the little sparks to your personality, your sense of humor, and your genuine heart. He fell hard. There was this soft innocence to you, the way you were so shy with him every time he went without a shirt or wore just his bodysuit. You wouldn't meet his eyes, hiding your face behind your hands, turning into a stumbling mess when you tried to talk to him. It made him want to corrupt you.

He wanted to watch as your eyes widened in surprise as he went down on that sweet pussy he knew you had, thighs trembling and legs jerking because you didn't know what to do when faced with such pleasure. Tasting your essence and drinking it straight from the source as you tighten your thighs around him. Circling your tender bud with his tongue over and over, taking soft gentle strokes as you curl your fingers in his hair to keep him there. Then working open your tight hole with his finger till he could wedge himself in.

God, he felt like such a perv. You were a sweetheart, completely lost in a naive crush. Unaware of what he felt just on a regular day, but with his rut fast approaching, his thoughts were more and more drawn to you, getting dirtier as the date drew near. He was becoming obsessed. Waltzing into your room when you were gone to raid your dirty clothes hamper, desperate to have something that smelled like you. A white cotton panty being a particular favorite for the ever permanent visible wet patch, disgusted at himself but he couldn't help bringing them to his nose to smell, licking the little patch trying to get a taste of you before he wrapped them around his cock, imagining it was you instead. About how your panties got wet. Picturing you getting soaked when he teased you. Maybe humping the heel of your hand, desperate for some kind of friction on your neglected cunt. That always brought himself to completion embarrassingly fast. Shamefully rinsing out his cum in the bathtub, so you wouldn't find out when you washed them.

He wasn't sure how he would survive his rut without you realizing his feelings, he'd have to get a hotel. Somewhere just away from you, before it hit bad and he lost all pride and begged you. Even dodging interactions with you all week only seemed to make your effect more potent. Watching you curled up on the couch in his sweatshirt, the holes in the back cut out for his wings demonstrating the lack of clothing underneath. He almost woke you up then. Yes definitely a hotel, he still had time, before it started in earnest. Maybe get you and a friend tickets to somewhere fun and far far away. Though the idea of you being with someone else made the feral part of his brain irrationally angry.

Definitely needed a hotel.

2 Days Later

In the end, unlike anything you'd ever expected, it had been your vibrator to betray you.

You had been extra tense, two days of near-constant contact with your roommate had put you on edge, he actually cuddled you, drawing you into his lap to hold while you watched a movie as if it was perfectly normal to cuddle with one's completely platonic roommate, whining every time you tried to move away. Calling you a wide array of bird-themed pet names (more than normal), bringing you food in bed, and insisting you rest when you felt absolutely fine. It was as though he'd gone into full protection mode. You couldn't make heads or tails of it.

Which led to your current situation: vibrator in hand circling your clit as you desperately tried to get off to anything other than the roommate occupying your mind. You tried a steamy book; still couldn't, guided audios; you just kept imagining what it'd be like to hear his voice saying those things to you instead, and finally just straight up porn but every video you clicked on caused you to wonder what he would look like, the faces he'd make. After an hour of edging yourself, you'd managed to get close, right when the bastard betrayed you.

It died.

At this point, you were tensed up, the last remnants of your build-up fading away but the tension was still there, desperately seeking an outlet. All in all you were pretty freaking determined to cum.

Which is how you ended up leaving your room in just a tee, looking for batteries that thankfully the device let you use as a backup power option… right when a rather wound-up birdie was making his way in.

Keigo was going to be home late that night, one final shift before he locked himself away, a good 2 days earlier than necessary just as a precaution, but he was already suffering for it.

He hadn't been as careful as he should've, spending extra time with you before he had to leave, trying to drown himself in your scent, the way you felt, the weight of you on top of him, just absorbing as much of you as he could.

He knew it was feeding into his delusions but you were so soft. He just wanted to feel all of you, all around him, in his arms, underneath him, anything. He couldn't ruin someone so innocent with something as intense as a rut but dammit he was going to get to hold you if he could.

Keigo landed on the balcony of your guy's apartment, already removing most of his uniform, leaving just his pants unbuttoned and his bodysuit on, fully prepared to sneak to his room and finish up what little was left to pack before his rut. Maybe yank one out since he was already tense. What he had not expected was to find you bent over, rummaging in one of the bottom drawers and wearing nothing but a loose tee.

It was the smell of your arousal, combined with the view of your cunt all swollen with need that snapped all rational thought out of his brain.

Eyes narrowing and wings puffing up behind him. Keigo stepped silently to approach you, stalking his prey to ensure you couldn't escape.

He waited till he was right behind you to speak."Whatcha doing my little chickadee," God the scent of you alone was killing him, he was still a few days out, and yet, you alone were enough to drive him mad.

When he spoke you jumped straight up only for him to grab you and spin you towards him. When you turned you could see him, eyes slit, breath ragged as he hunched over you. The dim lighting couldn't hide the way his feathers kept fluttering from the base to the tips of his wingspan. He looked half-crazed.

"Keigo? Are you okay?" His whole body shuddered when you said his name.

"Baby bird, what are you doing to me," his voice was deep and raspy, how could you use that sweet tone with him when you were completely bare to him. His hands trailed from your waist to play with the edge of your tee, making you squeeze your thighs. Suddenly you remembered your lack of bottoms, untangling yourself from his arms.

"Oh shit! I am so sorry," your apology pouring off of you, "It's just that I had to grab something and I didn't think you'd be home yet, especially since you're normally home so late. So I didn't bother putting anything on, and that's probably the last thing you want to see when you come home," Keigo interrupted your rambling.

"Last thing I want to see?" He started.

"Last thing, baby bird you don't know what I think of you, look at me!!," he gestured down to his crotch where a very obvious tent was forming.

"Last thing I want to see, do you know what I picture every single night, jacking off to my fist only to be presented with that sight right as I walk in through the door, already wet with need."

"I'm this close to kneeling before you and begging you,"

Your face felt like it was on fire, your thighs clenching so tightly together your knees were starting to feel numb. Your clit is throbbing already annoyed with the insufficient attention from earlier. The gears in your fuddled mind click together, and you sound quite unlike yourself when you start to speak. Voice still quiet from the shock of everything.

"Beg?" you question.

Keigo drops immediately, eyes blown wide with lust as he mewls out praises, begging and pleading with you. "Please baby bird, please let me, I wanna lick your cunt so bad, I want to make you feel so good please just let me fuck you, feel you all around me," You're dripping with need as you slowly make your way over to him.

You can't believe this is your Keigo, he was always so self-assured, so unattainable, and yet he's here, for you. Desiring you.

"I want you... t- to make me cum" you stutter out and like a flash, Keigo has you clear across the room, your back to the wall, one leg flung over his shoulder as he starts lapping at your cunt. Shallow strokes across your slit to prepare you before he starts in earnest. Circling your clit, moving down to your hole, and thrusting with his tongue. Shoving his whole face in so you can feel his nose rubbing perfectly against your clit.

God the taste of you was more than he had ever dreamed up, lapping up your essence. He flattens his tongue into a point, entering you, groaning into you as the tight ring of muscles around your hole tries to draw him in further.

You worry he's going to suffocate himself between your legs when he pulls back, smirking at you, your slick evident around his mouth and dripping down his chin, you go to clench your thighs again but he easily bats them away, lifting your other leg over his shoulder, allowing him to fully press his face to your core. Making you completely reliant on him and the wall for balance, diving in once more, adding a finger, carefully stretching you out and circling your clit before sucking it into his mouth, lightly grazing it with his teeth and his lips close around you and he sucks hard. You scream, hips bucking against his face as you curl your fingers in his hair, riding his face as you desperately use him for pleasure. Keigo moans into your cunt, as you chase your high, adding another finger and speeding up to time with your hips. He curls them, pressing into that deliciously gummy spot, and gives a hard suck to your clit sending your vision black as you fall apart on his tongue.

He continues to work you through your orgasm gently suckling on your clit still in his mouth, and fingers fully seated in your cunt and you flutter around them, pulling them in deeper.

Keigo gently removes both your legs, holding onto your hips to brace you on unsteady legs. He stood up himself and you loop your arms around his neck, still drunk from your orgasm. Pulling his head to years and kissing him deeply, tasting yourself from his mouth. Breaking your kiss, Keigo lifts you, putting his arm under your knees and carrying you to his room. Dropping you on his bed without ceremony. You giggle as you bounce on the mattress, limbs askew.

Staring at the sight of you, eyes blown wide and positively wrecked already, just from his tongue.

"Are you on anything?" He asked. You nodded and replied.

"I've got an IUD and I'm clean if you are and wanna...," you trail off, he groans at that and nodded.

"Fuck," he breathes "Yeah I'm clean," Keigo dropping his pants to the floor, unzipping and removing his bodysuit.

When you see all of him, your mouth runs dry. Golden hair trailing down to the prettiest dick you'd ever laid eyes on, nothing too big or too long, in the perfect shade of pink, the tip already a little angry and red, pre pooling at the tip, and a singular vein running there to the base. The blonde hair around him, all trimmed and nicely maintained. But the most noticeable feature was how active it was, bobbing for attention, quite in character for the active hero. How could all of him just be insanely pretty?

"Close your mouth sweetheart," You snapped your mouth shut, crawling towards him on the bed, gently you reached out trailing the single vein from the base up to the tip, gathering up the precum and circling it around the head, playing with his slit, sliding down the shaft. Removing your hand you grabbed his hand tugging him onto the bed, and flipping him under you. You caged him in your arms. Letting your saliva pool, letting it drip all over his cock. You sit back for a moment to remove your shirt then bend down, curving your back and putting your ass on display as you blew lightly just on the tip.

Keigo took a sharp breath, hips thrusting upwards. You pin him down, cooing at him as you sit up and take him in hand, spreading the mess of pre and spit over his length. Working him up till he can't control the jerky movements any longer. You remove your hand and bend down, licking the base of cock. Bringing your hand back to fondle his balls as you work your way up.

"Hnng, fuck angel," Keigo moans as you begin to swallow, taking short thrusts at first till he's lubed up enough to deep throat. You immediately feel the burning stretch in your throat, gagging a little as you pull off, Keigo's hand threaded in your hair as he works you back down over his cock. Holding you as your nose tickles his happy trail and you gag once, releasing you after a moment so you can catch your breath. His breathing is sporadic, his movements getting more and more jerky.

"Fuck angel I'm so close, just a little more," you go down again and Keigo takes you with both hands, you relax your jaw and he starts thrusting up into your throat. When his hips begin to stutter he pulls you off sitting up and giving his dick a few tugs.

"Open your mouth," he commands and you comply, just as cum hits the back of your throat, spraying all over your face.

When he's done, you swallow what's in your mouth and lick off what is left on your face. You make a move to leave the bed to wipe off what's left on your tits when Keigo grabs you, leaning down to lick the remains of his cum off your chest. He begins moaning as he sucks your breast, fondling your ass already working himself and you up again.

"Gonna breed this pussy so good, Fill you up, stuff you full of my cum, make you mine, my little dove," he watched your pupils dilate, toes already curling.

“Hmm did you like that dove, like when I talk about filling you up when I call you mine?" You let out a breathy moan, he begins squeezing your asscheek, kneading it till he moves his hand, and a resounding smack lands against your cheek. You jump closer to him, falling into his arms. He scoots the two of you back so he's leaning with his back against the headboard and you're sitting in his lap, gripping onto his shoulders. When he lifts you, you hover yourself over his dick as he plays with the tip, circling your clit, and then swiping it up and down your slit, entering with just the tip in and then removing it and starting the whole process over again.

"Oh baby bird I can feel you trying to bring me in, you're so tight already," you moan at this as he pulls out yet again. Your hips are wriggling desperately now, trying to catch him.

"Kei, please," you beg "I need more,"

"Does my songbird want more? Do you want more cum? Wanna be my little breeding bitch? You're crying now, so close as he stimulates your clit, desperate for just a little more. Your cunt feels so empty as your clit pulses. Keigo just kisses your tears.

"Is my little sweetheart crying, do you need more," he asks, a sadistic smirk as he switches to agonizingly slow strokes through the lips of your pussy. You can feel it coming.

"Please Keigo!" You cry out, "I'm so close," you cant your hips, and this time he enters you, slamming your hips together bouncing you on his cock as he thrusts up into you.

"Shit angel, you feel so good," your cunt is like a vice grip on his dick, so warm and your inner muscles fluttering against him with how close you are.

"Baby bird, please tell me you're close," he begs, and you nodded sharply, little moans and gasps being the only thing escaping your mouth.

He won't last long like this. He speeds up, using his grip on your hips as he speeds up his thrusts into you, you grind down, meeting him there, both of you growing close, your nails digging into his shoulders, as you chase your high. He brings one hand down circling your clit.

"Cum for me angel," you squeeze your inner muscles and let go right at that moment, falling, stars bursting behind your eyes. The feeling of you coming undone sends Keigo over the edge, hips sputtering, coating your inner walls with ropes of cum.

Immediately after Keigo pulls out, he flips you, laying with your back against the soft sheets of his bed and he goes to enter you again. You try to wriggle away, overstimulated but Keigo grips onto you.

"Gonna fuck you till I'm empty alright," he growls and you nod. Dissatisfied with your response he stops, "Are you okay with that?"

"Yes sir," God you were perfect. He enters you and begins trusting, pounding you into the mattress, the bed frame protesting. You could feel your whole body shaking with each thrust, fast and deep. Commanding a feather, Keigo places it at your clit, vibrating it against the oversensitive bud. You're sobbing at this point, everything is so much but you're so desperate for release, focusing on the sensations on your clit, feeling your relief hurdle towards the edge when you release all over the two of you without warning. Keigo getting lost in the feeling of you quivering around him, tears streaming down your face. He continues his brutal fast, till he's sputtering against you, filling you up again.

He stays there for a bit, as he comes down, dick finally softening as he lays against your chest. Whispering soft praises into your hair. You cuddle there, bodies still connected as you come back down to earth.

He waits till you're present to pull out and the sight of his cum dripping out of you has him captivated. He reaches two fingers out pushing it back in, over and over, hypnotized.

"Kei we need to go clean up" your voice is soft, trying to gently break the trance he seems to be in.

"So pretty, all full of my cum," he's mostly just talking to himself now, entranced with the way he feels his seed seeping in and out of your cunt.

His voice is unguarded, introspective as he tells you, "I've got to make sure it takes."

A jolt of fear runs through you but, when you look at him, you realize he's still out of it, eyes glassy as he continues his ministrations.

You're quiet for a bit considering your answer. He just seems so vulnerable right now, definitely different from before.

"Keigo, you know it probably won't, right?" You tell him softly he nods as if expecting this answer. His wings curl around him as sits back from you tucking his legs against his chest. You sit up, facing him.

"Come on, Kei, we'll go clean up together and cuddle up in my bed. Sound good?" You hold out your hand to him and he takes it. You walk with him to the bathroom, drawing a bath for the two of you. You guide him into the bath with you, careful of his wings in the custom tub you share, when he sits you settle into his arms. You take the washing, gently washing the both of you.

"Keigo," you start, "what's up, you seemed pretty out of it after, and before with your eyes," you pause, " And also during, with the insane refraction time, is that normal for you" He hummed.

"It's to do with my quirk," you wiggle closer to his chest, settling yourself in his lap.

"And…" you prompt.

"In the springtime, I… I sort of get more Hawk-like," he says. Very little of what you described felt particularly hawk-like to you so you press on.

"Hawk-like how" you question

"I go through… physical changes, I nest, and well you saw, I have this desire to mate or to well… breed, and some of those things are made… easier"

"Oh," you say, brain still absorbing the information "is it for all of the spring?"

"Not really, it doesn't really start for a few more days, the effects are starting up now, but it'll hit in full swing in a few days.

He explains a bit more about the process, what happens during it, and what's happened years prior. Your heart aches when he tells you how he's spent every year of it alone, and about the hotel, he'd gotten this year to avoid you.

"Would you… want help this year?" You offer.

He peers over your shoulder to look at you. "It's a lot to ask, worse than today, I can't ask that,"

"I want to help, and it isn’t entirely self-serving." Your face feels hot again, "I really like you, like this. Would you be okay with that," you feel nervous, waiting for him to respond.

Keigo breaks into a grin and presses his lips to your temple, giving you small pecks punctuating each word "You. Are. Amazing." Then he adds with a smirk "and I like you too chickadee."

"It's still going to suck for you isn't it?" You ask. He thinks about it and nods slowly.

"Yeah, springtime's a bitch."

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The Pinks and Blues, The Yellow Hues

Day Twenty-Seven: Cucking | 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

Dabi x f!reader x Hawks Genre: Smut Notes: Dabi is mean but he doesn't like it when he gets a taste of his own medicine 🤧 Warnings: 18+, dubcon/noncon, vaginal sex, manipulation, voyeurism, cheating, fingering, handjob (a lil DabiHawks action), alcohol, drugging, bondage, cucking, unprotected sex, dacryphilia, daddy kink, creampies, overstimulation, virginity loss. Words: 3.9k

Whose idea was it to take a trip to your parent’s holiday home in Bali again? You like to think it was you; it’s better than thinking you were manipulated into it by your boyfriend. Touya isn’t a bad guy, he just knows what he wants. Always. He wanted you, he got you. He wanted your virginity, he got it. He wanted this trip, and here you are. You flew out before him. You wanted time to set up and get organised. You got balloons and rose petals to try and make the place a little romantic. It was your first vacation together, after all. But it was less than desirable news when Touya called you a few days after you landed. The day before his flight. He’s bringing a plus one.

He should have asked before inviting his best friend Keigo along.

All hostility towards your boyfriend is dropped when you see him. This is the longest you’ve been apart since you began dating. He sees you bounding towards him, he drops his luggage to the ground and picks you up in his welcoming arms. It’s easy to blame the scorching weather, but you flush hot when he asked if you missed him. He missed you. You’re his favourite girl, why wouldn’t he miss you?

He sets you down so he can introduce you to Keigo. You’ve heard of Keigo, sure, but this was the first time you were meeting him. High school best friends, apparently. You met Touya at a gig in the big city. And you found out later you were attending the same university.

Keigo seems sweet. A warm smile and honey eyes you could easily get lost in.

He expresses his surprise that Touya managed to secure himself a beauty such as yourself. Touya thwacks him jovially with the back of his hand before picking up his luggage again.

He wants to see inside. He wants to see the bedroom.

You take them both inside. Of course you’ll show Touya where you’ll be sleeping for the next two weeks, but did he really think you weren’t going to give them both a tour of the whole place?

The look in his eye was obvious. He’d had a long flight. And did you hear him? He missed you. He really fucking missed you, y’know? Yeah sure. He missed talking to you in person, he missed your scent, he missed your warm embrace. But he missed you. Your body. He doesn’t really care about the house right now. He needs to see your form wrapped around him, the way he’s moulded you to fit him perfectly, and he wants to look at your pretty face while he ruins you. You’ll let him, right? He’s sure you’ve missed him, too.

“Babe, bedroom.” he commands, already walking in the direction of the room you explained would be yours. You don’t follow, however.

“No, Touya, you’re not my only guest. Have some manners.” you respond. You lightly graze Keigo’s shoulder before showing him the rest of the house. Touya feels like a fucking idiot right now. Since when have you ever been able to turn him down? It’s almost like having some time apart from him has granted you the ability to wriggle out from under his thumb, if only a little. But Christ, this shouldn’t be happening.

Why did he bring Keigo again?

He managed to stave off his temptations after your initial rejection. Fortunately, the rest of the evening was very enjoyable. You’d stocked up on plenty of alcohol, although you opted not to drink too much. That was the general consensus in the room. Two or three beers each, nothing crazy.

Neither of the boys could believe it when you appeared from the cupboard with a pile of board games in hand. They aren’t usually Keigo’s thing, but you assure him there’s nothing better than a few drinks and some board games. Well, monopoly definitely would have been more enjoyable if Touya didn’t flip the board in a rage when he hit bankruptcy. Yourself and Keigo were laughing so hard your stomachs hurt. Touya laughed too, maybe it was a little over the top.

“I’m actually crying, that was so funny Touya.” you announce. They both look at you to confirm the tears streaming down your face. You did your best to wipe them away with your fingers, but they wouldn’t stop coming.

“Here,” Keigo speaks. He picks a packet of tissues from the inside of his pocket. Touya kisses his teeth, of course golden boy is prepared. What kind of a grown man carries tissues around with him, anyway?

“Ignore him,” you respond taking a tissue from Keigo’s hand. “thank you Kei, I appreciate it.”

“Oh… He’s Kei now, huh?” Touya teases, jostling his elbow lightly into your side.

The cute nickname makes Keigo blush ever so slightly. It isn’t picked up by you nor Touya. It’s sweet, a few people call him Kei, Touya isn’t one of them. To Touya he’s just Keigo. Occasionally he’s ‘bird bitch’ – an endearing insult upon his high school nickname: Hawks.

Tensions are high as you pull out a deck of cards. The boys want to play poker, how trite. You tell them so, too. They clearly just want to prove what real men they are. You don’t know how to play, and you’re not letting them play without you when you don’t know the rules. So, they sigh when you tell them the options are snap or go fish. It’s nice to see them actually have a smile on each of their faces as you all enjoy a game of go fish together. It’s relaxing but still fun. Snap, however, is another matter. Tensions are high and you’re all anxious. Mistaken snaps are laughed at and then you all almost blow the roof off with your yells when you see two cards that match.

You congratulate Keigo on his win, and then announce that you’re tired.

Touya jumps to his feet. There’s only one thing on his mind, finally – you. He’s practically growling in your ear. “C’mon baby, bed.” he whispers, not quietly enough for it to go amiss by Keigo. Why did Touya invite him here? He didn’t come all of the way to Bali to listen to you guys fuck for two weeks. He huffs, and retires to his own bedroom.

But Touya misunderstood, massively. You had zero intention of fucking him. Didn’t he hear you? You’re tired. As you lay on your side in the darkness of the room, Touya spoons you. He really is desperate. It’s more than that, he’s aching for you.

“Baby… please.” he begs, “I’ll do all the work. Just… let me finger you at least.”

Poor, poor Touya. He really needs it bad, huh? You suspect it’s a carefully thought-out plan in his mind. If he fingers you, you’ll get horny, and you’ll want his cock. That’s how it always goes down. But tonight, you’re determined to stay strong. You don’t want his cock. But you won’t turn away an offer of his perfect fingers playing so nicely with your pussy.

You’ve always been a quiet moaner, it doesn’t bother Touya. It just makes it extra special when he coaxes a louder one out of you. He’s seated a little upright with your back against his chest. One of his hand slips under your wife-beater vest to touch your nipples. He rolls them carefully between his callused fingers. His other hand, his dominant hand, is teasing your folds. An embarrassing moan falls from your lips when you witness him suck two fingers into his mouth, wetting them before they make contact with your clit.

Even at your quietest, it doesn’t go unheard by Keigo. He lies awake with the sounds of your sweet huffs ringing through his ears. Touya is mumbling something, but it’s barely audible.

Touya is furious when he makes you cum and you still don’t want to fuck him. You roll over and fall right the fuck asleep. He supposes his own fist will have to do. Keigo has heard enough. Hearing you moan isn’t the worst thing in the world, but the last thing he wants to do is listen to his best friend cum all over himself. Keigo jumps out of bed and heads towards the kitchen, a nice drink of water before bed will clear his mind, he hopes.

He stands facing the sink with a glass in hand, he’s taking his time. His idea didn’t work, all he could think about was you. Keigo startles as he hears the door to your bedroom open, regaining composure when he hears his friends heavy feet slapping against the tiled flooring. He makes no effort to close the bathroom door quietly after himself, isn’t he concerned about waking you up? Of course he isn’t, he knows you’re a heavy sleeper.

Keigo assumed he’d go right back to bed after he’d cleaned himself up.

He thought wrong.

“Oh, you’ve had the same idea as me, huh?” Touya speaks, trying to remember which cupboard the glasses live in.

“I guess so,” Keigo answers without turning around, “nearest to the fridge, idiot.”

Touya snickers before retrieving a glass. It isn’t lost on him that he only knows that because he actually paid attention to you when you gave your tour; while Touya couldn’t focus at all with thoughts of fucking you senseless running through his head. He approaches Keigo, eager for access to the sink.

“Can I—?” Touya asked, wanting him to move away. It was uncomfortable, for whatever reason Keigo was still refusing to face his friend. Touya filled his glass and shrugged his shoulders. Whatever was going on, his curiosity would have to wait until he’d quenched his thirst. Keigo cringed at the audible sounds of Touya swallowing his water. The liquid spilled from the corners of his mouth and ran down his chin. He voiced an overdramatic ‘ah’ as he drained every drop from his glass. He slammed it down on the counter top, wiping away any traces from his mouth with the back of his hand. “Somethin’ wrong?”

“No.”

“Then why won’t you look at me?” Touya wonders. “Oh… you heard us, huh?”

“N-No, I—”

“She’s quiet. And you still heard. Hm. Did you like it? Get off on my girlfriend cumming around my fingers?” Touya pestered. His usual lilt in his tone making it all the more irritating. He’s such a bastard, Keigo wonders why he’s friends with him sometimes.

“Shut up, I’d never—”

“That’s why you aren’t facing me, you’re ashamed right?” he continues. “Fucking face me!” Touya speaks raising his voice. He shoves Keigo’s shoulder enough to make him look at him. Finally, he sees what the problem is. He sees why Keigo was so reluctant to turn to him. How humiliating. How… interesting. “Aw, your cocks all hard for my girlfriend.”

Keigo is red in the face and hot to the touch. Why’d you have to be so cute, huh? So nice and sweet to him too. He feels like a creep. A gross, weird letch. But how could he not get hard when he thinks you’re so pretty and perfect? He pushes Touya to leave, entirely over the conversation and desperate to return to bed and forget the whole thing.

Wind is knocked out from under him as Touya pushes him, pinning Keigo against the nearest wall. He tries to yell, to argue. But soon Touya is pulling down both Keigo’s boxers and his own sweatpants, freeing their hardened lengths. Before Keigo can argue, Touya’s hand is wrapped firmly around his shaft, pumping away and revealing just how wet he got over the sound of his fingers in his girlfriends cunt.

“T-Touya,” Keigo mutters. “Fuck, f-fuck you. What are you—?”

“Pretend it’s her,” Touya commands, showing no signs of stopping as he jerks off his blonde friend. “your cock is so wet f’me… Just pretend my hand is her sweet little cunt.”

Keigo shudders at the thought. But he can’t bring himself to push away Touya. His eyes are closed. He’s imagining, he’s imagining you. Your lovely, melodic voice as you speak so kindly to him. Your charming laugh. Your breathy moans.

He doesn’t know how to handle himself when Touya smashes his lips against his own. It’s a fierce entanglement as he establishes dominance over his pathetic, weak friend. Touya’s body is pressed close to his, humping him gently as he continues tugging on his cock. He sucks and bites hickeys into his neck as he continues working him. The sensations are exhilarating.

“You’re still a virgin, right?” Touya questions. Keigo nods, shamefully. “You’d love her tasty pussy, it’s tight. You’d think she’s still a virgin, too.”

“O-Ohh – fuck – Touya, please.”

“Please what?” he wonders, hand rubbing over Keigo’s fat cock head. His pre leaking and dribbling in the palm of his hand, “Please, keep telling you about my girls little snatch? Hm?”

Keigo can’t stop himself from humping into Touya’s palm. It’s the most action he’s gotten in his entire life. He’s helpless to the touch. His eyes remain firmly closed as he tries to lose focus on the thought that it’s your hand instead of his. What the fuck is wrong with Touya? He knew he was an asshole, but he didn’t think he was so low as to cheat. He didn’t even know he had a thing for men. Or is this just a sick power trip for him?

“What is it about her? Hm? What makes your cock hard for my girlfriend?” Touya asks, picking up the pace with his hand as his own rutting length against Keigo becomes harder.

“Fuck, u-um,” Keigo groans. It’s broken speech as he tries to gather his spiralling thoughts. His head is thrown back and he licks his lips. Chest heaving as he tries to recall what exactly it was that made him feel like this. His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows in tandem with his thoughts. “She’s j-just, just nice, Touya. Really nice.”

“I know baby, she’s my fucking girlfriend after all.” he speaks, twisting his wrist to add more friction to his pulls along Keigo’s shaft. He was grabbing onto anything to steel himself, finding it increasingly difficult to hold back. “Gonna cum? Huh, Kei? Pound her f’me. Fill her little cunt up.”

“J-Jesus, Touya—”

“She’s so close, fill her up. Let her milk this cock.” Touya begins stroking himself for the second time that evening, fully hard and ready to cum right along with his friend. Keigo’s hips are bucking wildly against his hand. “That’s it baby, good boy.” Touya taunts. Keigo knows he’s picking on him, trying to make him feel small and pathetic under his touch and the weight of his words. But fuck, it fucking works.

Keigo’s cum jets out of him. It’s almost outrageous, coating both his own and Touya’s abs. Touya’s hand is completely covered, the tacky sounds of him continuing to masturbate him through his high makes Keigo cringe. He feels disgusting when he feels warmth at his pelvic bone. Touya’s cum dribbles out of him and onto Keigo. The blonde’s chest is heaving, unable to believe his first orgasm with another person was due to his best friend. Touya’s recovery time is almost immediate, though a little out of breath, he makes quick work of cleaning his friends white cream from his abs and his fingers.

“Messy boy, such a big big mess Keigo. Aren’t you embarrassed? You just sprayed yourself.”

Touya pats his shoulder and turns a corner, heading back to lay by your side. It’s the type of pat you give a friend after a pep talk. Keigo supposes that’s kind of what this was. Just a little less talking than expected.

How is he going to look you in the eye tomorrow?

He doesn’t. He avoids you as best he can, in fact, Touya as well. He lounges outside on the sunbeds topping up his tan. He isn’t seen without an alcoholic beverage by his side all day.

This goes on for numerous days. You start to worry if you did something wrong – you didn’t, of course, Touya assures you of that. Apparently the ‘bird bitch’ loves to go in little sulks from time to time.

He’s assures you he’ll come out of it eventually.

You hope he’s right.

And he is.

Keigo randomly comes out of his funk, expressing he’s eager to make cocktails for everyone tonight. He’s known at his own university for making the best drinks, allegedly. Touya gives him credit, too. He makes a mean long island iced tea. And tonight, you do decide to get drunk.

You’re only here a limited time after all, right?

It seems Touya got more than he bargained for with his own cocktail. What was the reason a handsome man such as Keigo had never been able to fuck someone? Because he’s a socially awkward creep who loves drugs. He loves them so much, he brought some along for the trip. Touya, despite appearances, has never touched a drug in his life. He thinks it’s a fools game and wants no part of it.

So, it hits him hard.

Perfect for Keigo, he wants revenge. And he wants you, for real this time.

Touya comes around, tied to a chair with zip ties. Each of his legs is connected to a leg of the chair, and his arms are bound behind his back. He can’t be seeing what he thinks he is, can he? Everything is too blurry. But it comes more focused. Yes, he is seeing exactly what he thought. Keigo balls deep in his girlfriends hole.

“T-Touya-“ you whimper.

“Oh, finally awake huh?” Keigo says, Touya fights against his ties to no avail, “Made her pussy sound so good, wanted a test run for myself.” Keigo tells him.

“Get away from her. I’ll fucking kill you, bastard!” Touya bites. Keigo hisses.

He forces your knees closer to your chest as he fucks harder into you. You’re a little louder than normal. Touya’s panicking now, is it because he’s better than him? That can’t be. He’s a fucking virgin, after all. Your head rolls to the side, and then it becomes clear to him. It’s because you’re crying. Fuck. You’re crying. He wants to rip Keigo’s throat out. But he’s helpless against the ties.

He’s been fucking you for a little while already. It’s obvious he’s been watching too much porn, you instantly deduce that he has little experience or knowledge. He plunged inside of your gummy walls with one thrust, and rutted into you slowly. You weren’t sure if he was trying to get you used to his size or if he was trying not to cum on the spot.

“You better fucking get off her and let me go, she’s mine!”

“She’s mine now, Touya.”

He couldn’t stand to see this. And he couldn’t stand how helpless he felt. All he could do was see your sweet face knot as his friend put all of his weight behind each thrust and his fat cock head pounded against your cervix. It felt good, of course, but it wasn’t Touya.

He hates himself. He hates how he feels, he’s never felt so disgusted with himself. But with a soft laugh, Keigo grabs your jaw in one hand and forces you to face your boyfriend.

“I think he likes seeing you get fucked sweetheart, his cocks hard.”

“I’ll kill you for this.”

The threat falls on deaf ears as Keigo continues his assault on your body. He had no idea pussy could feel so good. And Touya was right, you were fucking tight around him. Just like he said – you could be mistaken for a virgin.

He wasn’t sure of himself or confident in his actions, but he lowered his head and sucked one of your nipples into his mouth. Keigo thought it’s something he should do, rather than it be something he wanted to do. You were staring at Touya, the way his cock was twitching at the sight in his sweats. You weren’t sure if you were allowed to be mad or not. He can’t help it, and he can’t help you. And still, you feel so betrayed.

Keigo forces you to look him in the eyes again. Grabbing your face and turning you to face him, his forehead rests on yours. Panting breaths dust over your features.

“Look at me, not him. I’m the one fucking you. I’m the one making your pussy feel good.”

Touya was doing all he could to fight against his restraints. He knew it was hopeless. He knew he couldn’t help you. All he could do was sit and watch the show.

It amused him how quickly Keigo came, and you had made no indication that you were going to cum along with him. But even with his dick softening, he didn’t care. He didn’t want to be done with you. He didn’t want to let go of the warmth your pussy brought. A feeling of belonging.

Touya could feel his balls tightening. No way. No fucking way is he gonna cum hands free. He is though, he can feel it building up. He’s fucking aching and the way you’re crying and doing your best to take his friends length is getting to him. He’s sweating, he can feel it drip from his hairline and down by his ears.

“Keigo fucking untie me!” Touya orders, a begging tone behind his usually calm and collected speech. You’re both facing him now. You can see the way he’s writhing around and desperate for his release. Keigo smirks. “Please!”

“Tell daddy how good my cock feels sweetheart, how big I am.” Keigo demands.

“’m so full, daddy. So full of his cock, so big f’me.” you tell him.

You’re biting your lips and rutting your hips against his. This time you think you will cum with Keigo. You can’t help it either. You cum softly, breathing sweetly in Keigo’s ear. He forces you to kiss him. This is love, isn’t it? It’s got to be. He isn’t long after you, filling you for a second time with his love. Your body is spent. For such a quick lay you sure feel fucked out.

He pulls out and flips you onto your stomach. Keigo forces you to bend one of your knees and moves it up by your side like a common sleeping position. He just wants to split your pretty pussy lips open so that Touya can see what he did. His watery cum gushes out of your clenching hole, missing the feeling of being full of his erection.

It’s enough to make Touya cum against his will. It all remains securely in his sweats since he was unable to lower them himself. Keigo stands to his feet, freeing his friends cock to see for himself. Damn, it’s almost impressive. Thick creamy white release is webbing in his sweatpants and completely coating his drained cock. Should his ego be so swollen for making Touya cum without touching himself? Was he that good at fucking you?

“Messy boy, such a big big mess Touya,” Keigo jeers, throwing Touya’s words right back at him.

“Fuck you.”

“Aw… Are you embarrassed? You sprayed all over yourself.”

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in which dabi is captured, and you are his beacon of hope

cw/tw: gender neutral reader, head banging as self harm, suicidal ideation, funeral mention

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dabi being incarcerated for his crimes after the villains lose the war. whatever sanity he had left is completely gone at this point. he’s completely mad with rage. enji is alive and well, that’s one thing to go batshit over. but these heroes won’t even grant him the freedom of death. he has to continue living with the weight of his most recent failure, as if it hadn’t been heavy enough to suffocate his entire being before. the men guarding his cell become familiar with the sounds of his sobs and screams; occasionally, they have to bust in and stop him from bashing his head into the walls in an attempt to free himself from his misery. so much for quirk nullifying cuffs.

the first time enji tried to talk to him through shatter proof glass, dabi let him have it. released all his sorrows, told him how much he wanted him to suffer in the depths of hell. the old fart fell to his knees, his face contorting into the ugliest expression while his eyes leaked gross tears. that should have brought dabi some sort of satisfaction, he supposed, but why would it? his words were just ricocheting off the barrier preventing him from killing that bastard, and at the end of their meeting he’d go home to his cushy mansion and golden boy son….. oh, right, and those other two kids. and wife. ex wife? who fucking cares. dabi doesn’t.

those background characters paid him a visit too. didn’t have as much to say to them, but didn’t let them walk away unscathed either. called his mother spineless, his sister a two faced bitch; they cried, just as expected. his brother — just a different color palette from Satan himself — wasn’t all too happy about that, pounding his fists on the glass yelling about “where’s touya” this and “what have you done with my big brother” that. it got the guards to pull him away and remove him from the room. and thank fuck for that because dabi was, quite frankly, having a hard time trying to conjure up some venom to spit at natsu.

but after the first visits, dabi had sworn himself to an oath of silence. if he couldn’t literally be six feet underground, he was going to act as if he was by being unresponsive. call him childish for it, but he’d been holding onto a grudge that existed since before his voice dropped a shit ton of octaves, for YEARS, so this was just the half of it. he was going to make the todoroki’s feel like they were passing by his open coffin at his dream funeral every time they walked through those maximum security doors, until the day his body decided to finally give out.

that was the plan, until you walked through the doors, looking so scared and small next to the giant walls of the metal dungeon they were holding him in. you don’t belong here. you don’t belong anywhere near this world. that’s why he left you that day without notice. so how the fuck did you end up here? you were always too stupid and curious for your own good, but surely you weren’t crazy or powerful enough to break into tartarus just to get involved in his business. no, that was his level of psycho. you’re twiddling your thumbs as you approach him and your footsteps are so loud in a silent facility like this, yet muffled by the blood pounding in his ears. he can tell you’re gathering the courage to lift that dumb little head of yours. you take a deep breath before meeting his eyes.

and god you’re still such a baby for him, even after you’ve probably seen all the destruction he’s caused on the news. your bittersweet smile goes all wobbly and a sob you were trying to hold in escapes your lips.

“hi,” you whisper meekly.

and that’s the way the cookie always crumbles. he scoffs, knowing he’s long walked right into enji’s trap. because if you’re a big baby for him, he’s a complete sucker for you.

“there’s a seat right there, idiot,” he mutters, snapping his head to nowhere in particular. he doesn’t need you seeing the softness in his eyes or whatever. and who knows how good those surveillance cameras are? for all he knows, enji is in some camera room right now zooming in and examining every detail of his expression, searching for a hint of his son inside that monster’s body (there’s no need to zoom, really. cat’s out of the bag now).

you’re quick to scramble for that seat like someone’s gonna come out of your blind spot and tackle you for it. you’re trying so hard to repress all the physical signs of joy currently overtaking every part of your body. “quit acting all cheesy,” or something like that, is what you expect him to say. and touya can see the battle you’re having with your mannerisms, trying so hard to stay cool for him, and it just makes him chuckle. maybe he’ll give the guards a hard time later, when he’s thinking back to how many displays of “weakness” he’s exhibiting at the moment. maybe he’ll successfully turn his brain to mush this time. but right now, your effect on him is kicking in, and he can’t find it in him to be be bothered by all that bullshit.

“you look hot today. this a date or something?”

you gawk at him, clearly not expecting one of his flirtatious comments you used to be familiar with. then you giggle, and it’s like rays of sun peaking through rain clouds during a thunderstorm. his stay in this prison has been nothing short of grim; he figures that’s why you haven’t come to mind once since his arrival, despite the nauseating amount of love he carries for you in his heart. you don’t belong here.

“you’re healing so fast,” you note. “seems like you’ll be in good shape in no time.”

touya knows you’re referring to his scars. but the sight of you here, right now, fills him with a whirlwind of unfamiliar emotions. you’re not human, he thinks. not from this earth. maybe you have some quirk you haven’t told him about that would explain the surreal effect you have on him? yeah, that has to be it. that has to be why he has this feeling of…. hope growing inside of him.

“yeah. yeah, i think i will be.”

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missmeinyourbones · 2 years

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TO LOVE IS TO NOTICE (TOUYA x READER) (WC: 1.3K)

part 2 of the series: to love is to...

“Don't you think maybe they are the same thing? Love and attention?”

- Lady Bird (2017)

Touya is used to sneaking around—accustomed to slithering his way between cracks and crevices in order to creep by undetected.

He’s become alarmingly good at silently entering rooms, scaring you with his sudden touches or quick remarks. Given his occupation, you’re not sure why you’re so surprised at his stealth.

But right now, as you watch him (from the corner of your eye) casually pick up your cellphone from your bedside table, put it into his back pocket, and leave the room unannounced—you're a bit confused.

He’d been sluggishly walking around the apartment to keep himself busy while you worked—he ate a crumby breakfast, watched an episode of a shitty sitcom, showered in cold water, all while bothering you in between actions. So when he enters your bedroom, flicks the back of your head, secretly takes your phone, and then leaves, it’s odd. You trust him, so you say nothing and continue to work—typing away on your laptop as he finds something else to busy himself with.

It’s a terribly humid day, the apartment stuffy and sticky with warmth as the air conditioner broke a few weeks ago and the two of you were far too lazy to call someone to repair it. Between the heat and your workload, you almost forget about your missing cellphone until you go to click it and check the time. When it’s no longer by your bed, you remember the strange sight from a few moments prior, and decide to see what the hell Touya is up to.

“Hey, Touya?” you innocently call out to him from where you sit, making sure there’s no trace of mischief or suspicion in your tone. You can feel a bead of sweat drip from your forehead and down your hairline.

The door from your bedroom remains open, allowing you to see down the hallway and into the common area. From your peripheral vision, you see him visibly tense up. He freezes where he stands—as if remaining still would allow the floorboards to swallow him whole or grant him permission to shape shift into the wood of the cabinets. He fears he’s been caught.

When there’s no response, but you plan to keep up with your nonchalant charade, you call his name once more—an attempt to mindlessly be searching for his presence as you secretly test your hypothesis.

“Touya,” your voice echoes throughout the apartment a second time as you stand up and begin to walk down the hallway. Your bare feet slightly stick to the hardwood floors as you make your way, meeting him by the table he’s leaning up against.

He says nothing as he scans over your body—clad in shorts and a tank top, the weather far too hot for you to wear anything else. His eyebrows raise, at your appearance or potential question, you’re not sure.

“Have you seen my phone? Can’t remember where I put it,” you mumble and feign innocence, eager to see what his response will be.

“Again?” he poses and it takes everything within your being for you not to laugh in his face right then and there, “and you yell at me for being messy.”

You scoff, because he is the messy one of the two of you. He leaves clothes on the ground after changing out of them quickly, much to your complaints of the hamper being right there! He brings the television remote into the kitchen with him to grab a snack, just to return without it and make himself comfortable on the couch—he’ll ask you go to get it for him when you join him on the sofa and ask to change the channel.

But if anything, this whole ordeal is making you realize that maybe Dabi isn't messy, maybe he’s just calculated. Making a mess so you can scold him, so you can flick his forehead and call him a pig, so he can in return pull you into his lap and leave a sloppy spit-filled smack on your cheek with his lips. It’s all cause and effect—he can’t just openly ask for your attention, so he gets it in the way that he knows best. Trouble.

“I’m serious,” you try again, “I tried retracing my steps, but I have no idea where it is.”

Your comment is met with an eye-roll and a tongue in cheek as he pushes himself away from the table, walking past you.

He does a strangely impeccable job at appearing unfazed as he scans the room around him, pretending to look for an object that he maliciously moved himself. It’s comical watching him, knowing the truth of the situation, as he does a convincing job of quickly examining the kitchen countertops, followed by the empty couch cushions.

All of this pans out as you stand there, mentally shaking your head as you let one another play each other for puppets—no one is winning, but knowing you need one another in the silliest of ways tastes like a victory all on it’s own.

He’s actually committing to this, like he’s done it a thousand times before. And now that you think of it, you start to recall the countless amounts of times where you thought you’d misplaced your water bottle, eyeliner pencil, chapstick. All tiny little objects that you’d blamed on your scatter-brained self. Perhaps, you should’ve been blaming them on your cat-like counterpart—Touya was all distance and fanged-hissing until it came down to it—where his true self was so needy for attention that’d he’d get himself in trouble to receive it. Make you lose your mind to give him the slightest bit of praise.

He says nothing as his eyes notice the device on the dining room table—where he put it—as he saunters over to it with an obnoxiously fake sigh.

He picks up the phone, tiny in his hand as he waves it in front of your face like he’s taunting a child.

“Right here, idiot.”

A grin spreads across your face, your suspicions having been correct.

“Thank you!” you beam, taking it from his hands. You make sure to observe his facial expressions as you mutter out a curious how’d that get there? He does nothing to give away his intentions, but the way his eyes slightly soften as you put the item down and turn to face him is all the confirmation you need.

You wrap your arms around his torso—he’s a bit cold, but it feels refreshing against your sticky and sweaty skin. It takes him a moment before he throws a single arm around your smaller frame, pressing the palm of his hand into your back and letting it rub a few cooling circles.

“What would I do without you?” you mumble against the cotton of his t-shirt. Regardless of the heat encompassing the space and the unbearable want to crawl out of your sticky skin, it still smells and feels like him.

“Keep it up, and you’ll never have to find out,” he sarcastically quips as he places a tiny, feathery kiss to your hairline.

All according to his plan, you smirk to yourself. You don’t mind playing along with his childish antics and ploys to get your attention—attention that he’ll then pretend he didn’t want nor ask for, but you know him. You know it’s hard for him to swallow his pride and want something, admit defeat (in his eyes) as he craves to be needed in such a pitiful capacity.

You do need him. And if it takes him moving your phone around the house just to help you find it a few minutes later, just to tease you for being forgetful or irritating, just to feel your thank you hold him like the tightest embrace he’s ever known—you’d play along ten times over.

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tetsurousharlot · 2 years

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For BNHarem's Valentine Day's Rom-Com Collab! Thank you @tsumtsumsthighs for beta reading!

Pairing: Todoroki Touya x Female Reader

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: love at first sight trope, kissing in the rain trope, unprotected sex (wrap it up irl), fantasy au (modern royalty), light angst, happy ending, creampie kink, daddy kink, degradation and exhibitionism if you squint, praise, Touya calls reader good girl, dirty slut, quirkless au, Touya has no burns, all characters are 18+. MUST BE 18 OR OLDER TO INTERACT (i.e. like, comment, reblog, follow). I BLOCK AGELESS BLOGS AND MINORS 17 AND UNDER.

Dress one, Dress two, Mask one but lilac to match instead of blue

Classical music fills your ears as you look around the room, eyes obscured by a silver to lilac ombré colombina mask, ribbon tied snuggly against your head. Couples dance as you stare longingly at them and release a sad sigh as you grab another appetizer and pop it in your mouth. King Enji and Queen Rei sit atop a three tiered dais on the highest level. On one side sits Prince Shouto and Prince Natsuo. On the other, Princess Fuyumi and a vacant chair. . . which no one bats an eye at.

Prince Touya always sneaks off from events like these but your heart still falls at the thought that you’d missed out on the chance to see the elusive first prince. Another sigh escapes your lips. ‘I just had to be late in arriving. One chance to see him and I blew it.’

You reach for another crab puff as a hand covers yours and your eyes meet icy blue ones. A gasp falls from your lips as white hair makes its way into your vision and you drop the crab puff in shock. ‘Don’t freak out. Prince Touya is standing right in front of me.’

A smirk graces his face as he stares at you, “what’s got you so down?”

“What makes you think I am?”

“Oh, nothing,” mischief dances in his eyes. “Just that you’ve sighed twice in the last few minutes. . . and you keep looking longingly at the dance floor.”

You smirk as you pick up the crab puff and pop it in your mouth, “So you’ve been watching me all night, huh?”

He walks over to you and leans in to whisper in your ear, “not my fault you’re the most gorgeous one here tonight. . . especially when you’re in my favorite color. The purple suits you.” Heat floods your cheeks as he runs his hands over the corset style ribbon backing, resting on your back, “I’d love to rip it off of you.”

You gulp before pushing him away, “and I’d love if you asked me to dance first.”

He takes your hand and leads you out to the dance floor. Gripping your hand tightly in his and resting his hand on your lower back, he pulls you tightly to him as your hand rests on his arm. He spins you around the dance floor as all eyes fall on you both.

“They’re looking at us.”

“It’s because you got the elusive Prince Touya to not only show his face but, also, actually dance at one of my family’s balls.”

“You hate them that much?”

“The parties or my family?”

Your mouth drops open at his words but nothing comes out, the only sounds being the music and the only slightly hushed whispers of gossip.

His lips graze your ear, sending a shiver down your spine, “What do you say we get away from these prying eyes?”

Nodding your head, he leads you out of the room and down a corridor, hand on your waist. You wordlessly follow him out of the castle and he continues to guide you into a small, open garden at the end of an unassuming path. Water falls from a fountain as dark purple roses and calla lilies fill the garden. Tall leafy hedges grant you two some much desired privacy. A stone bench acts as the seating but you’re drawn to the fountain, taking a seat and running your fingertips along the cool water.

Body heat fills the space next to you as a hand joins yours in the water, fingertips running along yours. Heat rises to your cheeks as you feel his gaze on you.

“So . . .” you trail off, unsure if you want to ask the question on the tip of your tongue as you gnaw on your bottom lip.

“You can ask. What’s on your mind?” His hand cups your cheek, thumb rubbing it softly.

Taking a deep breath, your eyes meet his as you exhale, “when I asked if you hate them that much, you asked ‘the parties or my family’. . . What did you mean by that?”

A humorless chuckle falls from his lips as he groans, “well, I did say you can ask.” His hand rubs the back of his neck, “The parties are just a show – an act – that we Todoroki’s all put on to show the people that we’re the perfect family. And everyone is so fake, sucking up to anyone with the Todoroki blood or anyone who curries favor with us. Or they’re trying to arrange a marriage in some way.”

“And your family?”

Another chuckle, “let’s just leave it at appearances can be deceiving. . . and I want nothing to do with them. . . nothing to do with this life.” He looks up to the stars, “I’d leave tomorrow and disappear if I could.”

“Then why don’t you?”

Silence fills the area and you’re beginning to think he won’t answer when he opens his mouth, “someone has to protect them from the king.”

Opening your mouth to ask for elaboration, you snap it closed when he looks at you with broken eyes. Rubbing the back of your neck, you change direction, “Why me, then?”

“What do you mean?”

“Out of everyone at that party, why me?” Your eyes fall down to the ground.

A small smile graces his face as he looks up at the stars, “because you were different. Everyone there immediately went to greet the family or someone who could get them an in with the family. But you? You immediately went for the snack table. Or hid along the walls. You didn’t want to be seen, didn’t care about impressing us.”

You look up just in time to see his face mere centimeters from yours and gulp. His hand cups your cheek as he moves closer, hesitating only to see if you’ll object. When you shake your head and rest your hands on his shoulders, he closes the distance, his lips capturing yours as fireworks light up the sky, covering both your faces in yellows, blues, reds, greens, and various other colors. Purple lights up the sky as you part, looking deeply in his eyes and gnawing on your lip again.

His thumb rubs your lip, freeing it from between your teeth and confessions fill the night air and you spend the next hour talking about anything and everything.

You shiver as your clothed back is pressed against the cold stone of the hallway wall, fingers curling deep inside you. Heavy pants fill the air you grip his arm, toes curling as you cum. Pulling his fingers from you, he kisses you deeply as he pulls his throbbing cock, pre-cum forming at the tip as he gives it a few quick tugs before lining up with your walls and sinking in slowly.

You moan into his mouth as he bottoms out and stills to let you adjust. You whine as you wiggle your hips against his, nodding your head to signal for him to move. Your hands grip his arms, nails digging into them, as he pulls out and slams back in, ripping moans from both of you.

“Fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight,” he says with a groan, giving a harsh thrust as his cock twitches inside you.

Wrapping your legs around his waist, you circle your hips and let out a low moan as his hands wrap around your thighs. Hoisting you higher, he angles his hips and thrusts deeper into you. Clenching tighter at his words, you bring a hand to his hair and tug on it, “Oh, God, Touya! Ri-right there!”

He smirks as he pulls back and thrusts in again, vein on the underside of his cock dragging against your sweet spot again, “Yeah? My good girl likes when daddy hits the spot? Oh, and she likes praise, based on how much tighter you got.” He moves his lips to your chest, pulling the bodice down so it’s resting under your heaving breasts. He groans as they swing with every thrust of his hips before his mouth descends on one, “You’re taking me so well. It’s like you were made to take my cock. Daddy’s gonna reward you – fill you up with his cum that it’s leaking out of you for days.”

He presses a kiss to the side of it before sucking harshly, claiming you as his and smirking at the darkened skin. Pushing your legs up to rest on his shoulders, he cups your cheeks for leverage while the sound of skin slapping bounces off the stone walls of the hallway. His lips attach to your breast again, tongue swirling around your nipple as his fingers dig into your cheeks.

Heels clacking against stone reach your ears as you attempt to push him away, “Touya, someone is coming.”

“So? Let them come and see how much you’re falling apart on my cock.” He smirks as you clench tighter around him. “Oh, you’d like that, wouldn’t you? Dirty slut, wanting someone to catch us. Maybe even watch us?”

“Touya, please. . .” you whine and claw at him some more. He rolls his eyes but kisses the side of your cheek as he thrusts back in, hips pressed against yours as he stills until the noise stops then heads in the other direction until there’s a creak of a door before the slam of it shutting reverberates throughout the hallway.

His hand cups your cheek softly, “you okay? Do you want to stop?”

“I’m okay,” you smile softly at him before gripping his sleeves. “No! I-I mean no. I want to continue.”

“Addicted to my cock already?” He smirks as he gives a sharp thrust. “I think you just might be the perfect woman.”

He snakes a hand between you and rubs harsh circles against your clit. Your eyes roll in your head as you rock yourself against his hips, moans falling from your mouth as your stomach tightens until you cum, coating his cock in your juices. Falling limp against him, he continues to thrust harshly as he uses you for his own pleasure. He bites into your shoulder as his hips rock into you, groaning as he paints your walls white.

He rests his head against your shoulder as he drops your legs, “you okay?”

Chest heaving against his clothed one to catch your breath, you nod your head, “Yeah, I’m good. More than good, actually.” You giggle as you clench around him, causing a groan to fall from his lips.

“You’re gonna be the death of me,” he lifts his head to look at you, pressing a kiss to your lips before resting his forehead against yours. “It’s crazy but I feel like I’ve known you forever,” his thumb caresses your cheek as you give him a soft smile. “I think I’m falling in love with you.”

“I think I am, too. Feels like I’ve waited my whole life just to meet you.”

He gives you another deep kiss, hands cupping your face before he pulls back and puts your bodice back in place. You let out a whine as he pulls out of you, hearing the rustling of fabric he pulls his pants up and steps back to help you smooth out your dress.

He gives you another deep kiss, “think I can convince you to come back to my room so I can tear that dress off you and fuck you properly?”

Letting out a laugh, you grab his hand and open your mouth to answer when a large chiming rings out, causing you to gasp. “Is it midnight already?!”

“Yeah, that’s generally what the chimes mean. So you taking me up o – “

“I’m sorry – I have to go!” You lift up your dress and run down the hallway, leaving a shocked prince alone and wondering what the hell just happened.

Shaking his head to snap out of it, he chases after you, “Wait! Y/n, wait!”

Ignoring his calls of your name, you force yourself to speed up, running faster until you hop into your waiting vehicle, making your great escape as tires squeal. Looking behind you, you see Touya run out and look both ways before spotting you as he sinks to his knees. Two broken hearts dance in the night, the magic of the masquerade is broken and tears fall down your face. Watching as he gets smaller the further away you get, a harsh wind blows your mask free and a gasp falls from your lips.

Soaring through the stars, the mask falls to a stop in front of him and he picks up, determined to find you.

Three months. That’s how long it’s been since he last saw you, running and driving away from him, and he’s spent every second he could searching for you. Searching every house in the immediate vicinity and expanding his search outward more and more each day, just to turn up empty, makes him ready to give up. Groaning, he falls back on his bed, hands covering his face.

“It can’t be this hard to find one person!” He groans again as he sits up, silver catching the corner of his eye. A lightbulb goes off above his head as he dashes up, picking up your mask and turning it over in his hands.

And that’s how he’s willingly standing in the stuffy ballroom, waiting – hoping – anxiously that you’ll arrive. His icy blue eyes roam over to the door every time it opens, heart beating fast that it’s you who shows. . . only for it to fall when it’s the same people that came to gain favor with the royal family. He’s about to give up hope that you might actually show up again when his roam the room once more, heart about to beat out of his chest as a very familiar figure, eyes clad in an all silver mask, sighing sadly as a crab puff is picked up.

Pushing off the wall, he makes his way over and grabs your hand in his, “What’s got you so down?”

Your head snaps up as icy blue eyes stare deeply into yours, “I . . . you’re here again. I didn’t think you would be.”

“Why wouldn’t I be at the party I threw in the hopes that I would see you again?” His hand slides down to lace your fingers together as your mouth drops open in shock.

“I . . . I can’t be here. I have to go,” ripping your hand from his, you pick up your dress and run out the doors.

Growling lowly, he quickly turns and chases after you again, determined not to lose you again. Looking behind you, you ignore your longing heart as you pick up speed, not paying attention to where you’re going until you end up in the garden – Touya’s garden – and boots hitting the ground reach your ears as you stop, caught up in memories.

Arms wrap around you and a low voice is in your ear, “Why did you run away? Why do you keep running away?”

The cracks of thunder and flashes of lightning is your only warning as the skies open, drenching both you and Touya in a matter of seconds and hiding the tears running down your face, “I’m no good for you. Your family, your people. . . they won’t approve of me. You need someone who can benefit the royal family, right? That’s how it works. Well, I . . . I have nothing to offer – no title, no land, no riches. We could never work.”

A humorless chuckle falls from his lips just before another roar of thunder fills the space, “It would work like that . . . if I were next in line for the throne.”

Breaking out of his hold, you whip around in shock, “what? But you’re the eldest?”

“And dear old dad said I wasn’t good enough to rule. So Golden Boy is next in line. Golden Boy is the one that needs to marry to benefit the family,” his hands cup your face, wiping away the tears before icy blue moves to look down at your lips, thumb rubbing the middle of it.

Moving closer slowly, his eyes watch you cautiously to see if you’ll run again. When you make no moves of running, his lips crash down on yours as lightning fills the dark sky again. He pulls back to rest his forehead against yours, “come with me?”

Entranced, you nod your head and he leads you out of the room.

And that’s how you find yourself behind closed doors, gasps and heavy breaths filling the room as Touya’s fingers make quick work of the ribbons on the back of your soaking wet dress. Lips press to your shoulder as fingers gently turn your face towards his and he claims your lips again. As you step out of your dress, he lifts you up and carries you in his arms, gently placing you on the bed as he climbs above you, lips never leaving yours as he deepens the kiss.

He pulls back to shed his own drenched clothes, leaving them on the floor without a care in the world. Climbing back on top of you, he kisses you deeply, moaning into your mouth as you grind against him. His cock hardens as he pulls back to look at you, looking for any trace of uncertainty.

You give him a smile as nothing but love shows in your eyes, “I’m not running again. I love you.”

“I love you, too, doll,” he smiles brightly before his lips descend on yours again. One hand lines up his cock with your walls as the other grabs your hand, lacing your fingers together on the pillow next to your head.

Rain pounds against the window as Touya rocks his hips into yours, mouth leaving love bites along your neck and chest. Your hands grip his shoulders as your legs lock around his waist, gasping and panting with every roll of his hips against yours. Your head falls back as his lips wrap around your breast, tongue lapping at your nipple, causing you to arch your back. Your nails rake down his back, leaving your claim on him as he angles his hips to hit the spot that makes you see stars.

“Touya . . .“ you breathe out as you rock your hips against his faster, stomach tightening until you cum around him with a low moan.

“Fuck, that’s my good girl, coating my cock in your juices,” he speeds up his thrusts until he’s groaning in your ear as he paints your walls white. “Such a good girl.”

He pulls out of you and pulls you into his arms, bringing up the dark purple silk sheets and gray comforter to keep you warm as the chill from the rain seeps into the room. The storm rages outside as you rest your head on his chest, tangling your legs with his. Pressing his lips to the crown of your head, his hand runs up and down your arm as the other cups your cheek, thumb rubbing it softly while he stares into your eyes.

“Will you stay?” His voice is a whisper, barely heard above the storm.

You tilt your head up to look at him, kissing him quickly, “I’m staying. No more running.”

“Good. Cause I’m not losing you again. I love you, y/n.”

You smile softly before you kiss him again then rest your head on him, fingers drawing random shapes. Laying there in the arms of the man you never expected would ever be able to love you back, you realize it wasn’t the magic of the masquerade that brought you together because magic. . . is something you create.

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shoutaaizawas · 3 years

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First of all, hope you have the bestest of days 🥺

Aand could I request maybe another CEO! Shoto? Maybe something more toward angst to fluff with some jealousy?

Lol that’s so long sorry-

↳ ceo!shoto todoroki x reader → ❝jealous❞

summary: shoto gets jealous when his brother touya gets too close to you word count: 1.3k+ tags/warnings: ceo!todoroki, angst to fluff, jealousy, argument, alcohol mention a/n: thank you so much for the request! i’m glad to see ceo!shoto again

Shoto Todoroki was your boss. Now he was also your boyfriend. For a lot of people that would be a problem but you had worked for him so long before dating that the transition at work was not too difficult. The playful banter you always carried was no different and you always got things done on time.

The dating side of things was a little more complicated. You never really had a serious boyfriend, between the giant crush you had on your boss and the fact you worked so much it didn’t leave much for any romantic relationships. Not to mention now you had to understand Shoto Todoroki as your boyfriend.

Bosses didn’t get jealous. (Okay well in his case they did, that was kind of how you got together.) But your boyfriend was another story. Now, he wasn’t the type to get mad if you talked to guys in a casual manner but he did have his breaking point.

Touya Todoroki, the black sheep of the Todoroki family. He wasn’t a stranger to Shoto’s office granted his visits were not common. You had met him a few times but he never paid any mind to you.

Things were different now and since you were Shoto’s girlfriend that got attention from Touya.

The morning had been uneventful, the usual coffee runs along with answering some calls. That was until the elevator opened to reveal a tall man with black hair clad in a black leather jacket. You had fully expected him to keep walking right past you and into Shoto’s office like normal but this time his eyes met yours.

With determination he strode towards you, placing his arms on your desk and leaning towards you.

“I don’t know how I’ve been walking past you for years.” He said with a smirk on his face.

“Shoto is in his office, you can go in.” You said looking up at him before looking back at your screen.

“I’m more interested in you at the moment.” He said. You glanced back up at him in confusion.

“Why?” You questioned.

“Because my little brother is obsessed with you and I’m curious why.” He said. “He hasn’t shut up about you since you got together.”

“Well, I’m not sure what to tell you.” You said feeling awkward suddenly.

“Oh, I don’t think you have to say much. You’re quite the sight.” He said.

“Um, thanks?” You said. The last thing you expected was for Shoto’s brother to come in and start flirting with you. It was weird, you had to get out. You stood up from your chair. “Let me get Shoto for you.”

“I’m more interested in you at the moment.” He said following you as you walked. What you didn’t account for was the box that had been delivered earlier being right in your path. With Touya in your space, you had completely forgotten it was there.

Before you could realize you were falling right over the box, your head going straight towards the corner of a table. You stopped mid-air, it took a moment for you to realize arms wrapped around your waist.

Touya turned you around to face him as you hung in his arms, he leaned in smirking. As he did you heard the door to Shoto’s office open. Your head snapped over to see his blank expression.

“Hey, little brother.” He said still holding on to you. You struggled in his arms trying to stand up. Once you did you turned to your boyfriend.

“You’re brother is here.” You said straightening your clothes.

“I can see that.” He said.

“I was just chatting with your new girlfriend here,” Touya said walking towards his office.

This wasn’t the only incident. It seemed Touya had a newfound interest in visiting his little brother at work. He always had some flimsy excuse for his pop-ins and spent as much time possible chatting with you at your desk before Shoto begrudgingly pulled him into his office.

It eventually got to the point where you enjoyed Touya’s presence, he was Shoto’s family after all and you wanted to be accepted. He would tell you stories about Shoto and the family and the conversation you enjoyed together was surprisingly good.

Looking back you should have noticed sooner, how when Shoto took you home on days his brother had visited he would be quieter than normal. You always dismissed it without a second thought.

It eventually escalated. You had shown up later than intended for a date night at Shoto’s place. Traffic was bad and you had stopped at a store for something to bring over with you.

“Sorry I’m late, traffic was terrible.” You said walking into Shoto’s apartment. There was a bundle of flowers in one hand and a grocery bag in the other.

You hadn’t expected Touya to be standing in the kitchen of your boyfriend’s apartment.

“Hey, what are you doing here?” You asked going over to give him a hug.

“Just dropping in on my little brother.” He said. “Delivering family drama gossip. Nothing too exciting.”

“Where’s Shoto?” You asked.

“In his room, on his phone with Enji.” He said.

“Oh no,” You sighed, you knew the mood was always bad after he spoke with his father.

“You know how Enji and Shoto get. A shining example of a father-son relationship.” He joked reaching out to touch your arm.

Shoto walked out of his room his gaze on Touya’s hand immediately. Before anyone could say anything Shoto was across the room and shoving Touya away from you.

“Get out of my house.” He said.

“What’s wrong with you?” He said throwing his hands up.

“I said get out!” He yelled. Touya gave him a look of confusion before glancing over at you.

“Fine.” He said walking out.

“Sho, what’s wrong?” You asked reaching out to him.

“What’s wrong? What’s wrong?” He said stepping away from your gesture. You tried to ignore the sting in your chest. “My brother has been flirting with you for weeks and you’ve been letting him. I thought at first you were just tolerating him but now you seem to like him more than me.”

“Shoto.” You said shocked. “I love you, how could you ever think I’d entertain the thought of someone else. Much less your brother.”

“I don’t know the two of you seem to get along pretty well.” He said.

“Sho, I was just trying to get to know your family better. I was never flirting with him.” You said. “I love you and I want your family to at least tolerate me. I’m sorry that this was upsetting you, you should have told me sooner. I never want to hurt you.”

Shoto let out a sigh looking down. You took a step towards him, grabbing his hand in yours. You brushed your hand under his chin raising his eyes to meet yours.

“I love you so much, I could never feel that way about anyone else. You make me so happy, no one could ever take my eyes off you.” You told him softly.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have blown up at you.” He said. “I’m no better than my father.”

“Don’t say that, you’re an amazing man.” You said. “You just got upset, but it’s okay now.”

“I love you.” He said, his hand cupping your cheek. “Please forgive me.”

“Of course, Sho. I’m sorry, I never realized that it was hurting you.” You said. “I’ll keep my distance from Touya.”

“It’s okay, I shouldn’t have overreacted. If you really get along with him you should be able to talk to him without me getting upset.”

“I brought you some flowers and a bottle of wine. Let’s light some candles and open it up.” You said.

“That sounds perfect.” He said pulling you in for a kiss.

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