#professor touya todoroki
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Make it up to you
Professor!Touya x Fem!Reader
Synopsis: You're assigned to be the teaching assistant for the new, attractive instructor at your university. His name? Professor Touya. Ever the good student, you hope to maintain a professional relationship with him and stay in good standing, but when he publicly embarrasses you in front of the entire class, all that is thrown out the window.
Warnings/tags: Colleg AU, quirkless AU, older Touya (coded to be in his 30s), female reader, student/teacher's assistant reader, professor/student relationship, dumbification, fingering, creampie, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms (female), public sex, usage of sir, public embarrassment, lots of dirty talking, messy sex
Author's note: Huge shoutout to @dabisqueen and @history-be-written for being my beta readers and giving me good suggestions. I appreciate you guys sm!!! This fic truly wouldn't have turned out the way it did without you two.
Word Count: 7.9K
“So,” Your friend turns to you, asking you in piqued interest, “Who’d the department put you with? You know who you’ll be an assistant for yet?”
“Yeah, I was told I’ve been placed with ‘Professor Touya Todoroki’,” you answer. The name is completely unfamiliar to you, though, you’re hoping she has at least heard of him before.
It’s your turn to ask her a question, and you choose to say, “Have you ever had him?”
Much to your dismay, she shakes her head no.
“Nope, never had him,” she replies. You frown slightly at her answer. Turning to your friend’s roommate, you hope to find that she has had some sort of interaction with him.
“What about you? Have you had him before?” You question her. Just like your friend, she shakes her head, much to your disappointment.
“I haven’t,” shesays. “I don’t even think anyone else has talked about him before either. I’ve never heard his name in my life.”
Damn.
You were wanting to hear your peers' experience with your soon to be ‘boss’ of sorts, so that you could prepare yourself, but it seems you’re shit out of luck. You’ll just have to go in blind.
“You know, they hired a new professor this semester. It might just be him,” your friend points out. She smiles at you mischievously before adding, “And rumor has it, he’s hot as fuck.”
“Ooooh, how lucky. I’m jealous,” your friend’s roommate giggles. You scoff at the reaction.
“No reason to be. He’s my professor, ‘s not like I can, you know, do anything with him,” you counter.
You check your phone, seeing that the time to meet the new professor has come. “I gotta head over to his office before his lecture starts. I’ll catch you around.”
“See you later then. Have fun~” your friend farewells in a singsong voice.
You chuckle at her antics and make your way over to the department building and to his office. When you get there, you stop to peer through the window on his office door, trying to see if he’s inside. Luckily, he’s there, looking down at a paper in his hand, unaware of your presence.
You notice right away he doesn’t look like the rest of the university staff. He looks quite a bit younger than the rest of the aging faculty. Though, he was still a couple years your senior, in his early thirties at least. What makes him really stand out to you, apart from his piercing cyan eyes and dark, shaggy hair, is the way he dressed. He’s wearing tight black jeans, a form-fitting white button up, an expensive wristwatch, and black Converse. You can’t help but admire his intense, blue eyes as he studies the sheet of paper in his hand, too focused to notice your staring. Your eyes travel the expanse of his face, taking in his features.
You remember your friend’s words, her little comment echoing in your brain. ‘Rumor has it, he’s hot as fuck,’ you’re reminded. For once, it seems her gossip is true. Even you can’t deny it; Professor Todoroki is very attractive.
But you won’t act on your feelings, you can’t. You’re supposed to be his assistant after all! And so, with that thought in your mind, you snap yourself out of your daze. You take a deep breath, steeling your nerves and suppressing your desires, before knocking on the door.
He looks up from his papers and glances at you through the window in the door, before beckoning you inside his office. You swing open the door and take a few tentative steps into the room. He quickly looks you up and down, just for a split second, only for his eyes to settle back on your face and look at you expectantly. You hate how his overt glance at your body flusters you and makes you feel hot all over.
“Excuse me, are you Professor Todoroki?” You ask with a soft voice.
“Yep, that’d be me. Although, you can just call me Professor Touya. I don’t use my father’s last name,” he explains. His deep, smoky voice worsens your nervousness. The way his voice drawls has butterflies swarming in your stomach. He tosses the papers he was reading off to the side and approaches you, smirking down at you. “But what can I do for you, sweetheart?”
The pet name is something you’re surprised to hear coming from your professor. It borders dangerously on unprofessional, and yet, you find yourself letting it slide. Hearing him say something like that to you sends a wave of heat between your legs.
Keeping your cool around him is not going to be easy, especially if he keeps calling you that.
You start by introducing yourself and telling him your name before continuing. “I’m sure the department informed you already, but I’ll be your TA for this next semester,” you start. “I look forward to working with you.”
He hums in response.
“So you’re my little assistant? Gonna help me with all the long hours grading, hm?” He asks.
“Yes sir,” you answer. There’s a darker expression that flashes on his face, but it passes just as quickly as it appeared. He narrows his eyes slightly and lazily leans against his desk, supporting his weight using his forearms. Underneath the fabric of his button-up, you can see the muscles of his arms flexing.
Oh god.
He’s fucking ripped too.
“You know, the other faculty told me about you,” he mentions. You can’t help but quirk up at the comment, feeling curious. What did the other teachers say about you?
“Nothing bad, I hope,” you joke.
“They all said you were a good student. Never a rule breaker, always professional. Top of your class too, I heard,” he starts. It fills you with a sense of pride and accomplishment, to hear your hard work has gotten you some recognition. You’re practically preening at the praise. And yet, it feels like there’s something else he wants to add. He straightens up and leans off of his desk. The space between you closes as he stands dangerously close to you.
“But there’s one thing I think they got wrong,” he counters.
You tense up as your mind reels. His voice lowers and he adds, “I’m willing to bet you’re not as good as they say you are.”
Your brow twitches in annoyance at his bold claim. Just who does he think he is?
You clench your jaw, biting down the urge to snap back. He’s your superior. You can’t just yell at him and let him have it, not this early in the semester at least. Thus, you settle for tense questioning. “And just what is that supposed to mean?”
“I guess we’ll find out,” he insinuates and takes a step back. The distance between the two of you gives you space to breathe, space to fume. “We’ll meet an hour before class to go over the lesson plan. I give a lot of tests over the semester, so come by every afternoon to help with grading.”
Oh great.
You’ll be spending most of your week nights with this hot asshole.
“Understood?” He asks. His cobalt eyes bore into yours as he looks at you expectantly, waiting for your response.
“Yes sir,” you answer flatly. Despite your lack of enthusiasm, he seems to grin at your agreement.
“Hm, sir. That’s not something I’m used to hearing from my students,” he teases. There’s a darker look in his eyes that disappears as quickly as you notice it. “Your underclassmen tend to be more… casual around me.”
“And does that bother you?” You ask, suddenly feeling a bit awkward at your apparent odd choice of words.
“No,” he says, quickly denying it. His voice seems to drop an octave, and he adds, “I prefer it, actually.”
There seems to be something off about the situation, something greater lying behind the surface of his words, but you can’t seem to figure out what greater meaning lies underneath something as simple as an honorific to him.
The tension is broken after he clears his throat and leans off of the desk upon looking at the clock. “But enough of that,” he starts. “Our first lecture is scheduled to start soon. Let’s start talking about the lesson plan.”
If there’s one thing you've learned about Professor Touya over the course of the next few weeks, it’s that he’s both fun to talk to yet incredibly strict. He has a penchant for teasing you and the two of you often banter with one another, but despite the growing bond forming between the two of you, he still insists on you calling him sir.
You suppose he still wants to maintain at least a bit of an aura of professionalism between the two of you. And so, despite how awkward it feels, you continue to address him as such, unaware of the little quirk in his smirk that always follows.
In speaking with him and sitting in during his lectures, you find yourself being intrinsically drawn to him like a moth to a flame. You reason it’s because you admire his remarkable intelligence, amongst other enigmatic qualities.
He’s driven. Witty. Mysterious. Captivating, even.
With how much he has going for him, it’s no mystery why the university hired him; he’s easily one of the brightest minds in his field, and an engaging professor as well. You could learn from him.
Yeah.
That’s all it is.
You just want to learn from him, is all.
That’s why you’re gravitating to him.
You don't want to think about him outside of class.
You don’t want to think about the way his attractive smirk gives you butterflies.
You don’t want to think about kissing those soft lips of his as you stare at him speaking.
And you definitely don’t want to think about his fingers descending down your body and touching your aching core.
You try to avoid thinking about those less than pure daydreams you have about him, both out of self respect for yourself, considering the insulting implication he threw at you during your first meeting, and out of aversion to entertaining lewd ideas about your professor. However, despite this conscious decision, your subconscious has other plans. You find yourself often stealing glances his way, admiring his attractive features, much to your own dismay.
Today is another instance of your subconscious betraying you, and your eyes are now fixated on him, taking in the frustrated scrunch in his brow and tensed shoulders. He abruptly stops setting up the presentation on the computer and walks over towards the windows in the classroom. In an attempt to get respite from the rising heat in the room, he cracks open all the windows.
“You’d think with the high tuition they’d have enough money to fix this damn AC already,” Professor Touya scoffs. The building’s lack of cool air is a well-known problem, which is why you wore such a thin, short dress today in the first place. It was too damn hot to show up to class wearing much else.
He sighs in annoyance as he unbuttons the cuffs of his shirt and rolls up the sleeves, revealing something that has your breath hitch in your throat. They start from his wrists and travel up his arms. Shades of purple and blue accent his black ink work, the hues of blue matching his mysterious, cerulean-colored eyes. From what you’re able to discern, his tattoos go even farther than just his forearms. You wonder just how many he has, and where. The curiosity makes your mind entertain some less than pure ideas, picturing his bare skin and imagining just what kind of ink work he hides underneath his clothes. You try to reign in these fantasies of yours, but you’re too busy drooling over him.
Too busy to even notice that he’s caught you staring.
He smirks to himself upon seeing you ogling him. His hunch was right, there was something more between the two of you; an unspoken, mutual sexual tension. Though, you seem to be fighting your apparent attraction to him, he could see it in the way you quickly caught yourself and looked away, avoiding looking at him much more at all. He’s hoping he can change that. Maybe he can make you see there’s no shame in it. He’d be more than happy to indulge your naughty fantasies.
He lazily glances at the clock, seeing how the scheduled lecture will start shortly. It’s then that he remembers something. He leans closer to you and taps the desk, startling you and flustering you with his sudden closeness, and requests, “Hey, I had some handouts for today’s class printed out upstairs. Will you go pick them up for me?”
“Yes sir, I can do that,” you agree.
“Thanks, sweetheart,” he says. And with that, you leave the class and head to the printing room. Shortly after you leave, a couple students trickle into the room, all belonging to the same close-knit clique of fraternity members. They each take their usual seats and continue to talk amongst themselves freely. Their conversation is painfully loud. He can hear them all the way from the front of the classroom, even though they sit far in the back.
“Aw man, that hot TA isn’t here today,” one of the frat boys bemoans. “She’s usually around before class.”
“Fucking bummer,” another complains. “Was hoping to get her number.”
“Yeah, wouldn’t mind getting a piece of that,” the other agrees. “She’s a total fucking nerd but I bet she’d be a decent fuck.” They all loudly laugh at that comment and continue making their comments about you.
He knows their type, and just how it would end for you should you associate with them. Besides the fact that they’re all idiots and that alone would be enough to disappoint you, you would be wasted on them. Those frat boys wouldn’t know what to do with a girl like you. They wouldn’t know how to make you cum. They wouldn’t make you completely dumb with pleasure. There’s just something special about getting a normally smart girl to completely fall apart for him, to give a girl so much pleasure that everything else melts away. And truthfully, he wants to take you there. He wants to see just what it would take to fuck you stupid. He has to know, just how much pleasure does it take to turn your brain to mush.
His desire for you is why these frat boys irk him so much. They casually talk about seducing you into their bed like you’re an easy lay. But the fun that comes with you is the cat and mouse game, the deliberation in your brain between suppressing your attraction towards him and wanting to cave into your own desires. Your little errand couldn’t have come at a better time. He’s glad you’re not here to give them an opportunity to make a move on you, but he can’t keep sending you away before class starts to spare you the misfortune of these idiots making a pass at you.
No.
He needs to send a little message to the competition.
And lucky for him, he’s got just the idea.
More students start filing in as he makes his plans. He has everything thought out, and all that is left is the final piece: you. But shortly before Professor Touya starts the lecture, you make it inside the classroom, papers in hand. You attempt to start passing out the handouts, when he stops you in your tracks. He takes the stack of sheets from your hands and haphazardly tosses them aside.
“I thought they needed that for today?” You ask, thrown off by the apparent change in plans.
“Nah, we’ll just have them copy the diagram themselves for today. I saw some research that suggested it helps more with memorization. You’ve seen their test grades, the students need all the help they can get,” he lies. You can’t help but genuinely chuckle at his light jab at his own students. As much as you think it’s a waste to discard the handouts– if Professor Touya believes it’ll help the students, you won’t argue with him.
“Alright, whatever you say, sir,” you laugh. The lecture starts as it normally does and follows the previously discussed lesson plan, until it comes time to show the students the diagram. He turns to you mid-lecture, about to ask you for some sort of assistance.
“You’ve got better art skills than me. Draw this diagram. Top of page ninety,” Professor Todoroki instructs. He slides over his copy of the textbook, pages turned to a rather complicated figure. It’s far too much information to draw from memory.
“Sure thing,” you answer. You pick up a marker and uncap it, before holding the textbook in the crook of your arm. You’re about to start copying the figure near the bottom of the board when he interrupts you.
“Ah, I’m going to write more notes there in a minute. Why don’t you put it over here instead?” He points far up the whiteboard to some blank space tucked in the upper corner. Your stomach sinks at seeing where he wants you to place the diagram. You’re regretting wearing such a short dress today. But still, short dress or not, you have to do this. Maybe… Maybe you can manage it, without flashing the entire class?
Without much of a choice, you study the diagram, balancing the heavy textbook in one hand while you reach up the whiteboard with a dry-erase marker in hand. You start to stand up on the tips of your toes and you try to aim for a slightly closer area of blank space, all the while your mind is preoccupied with the hem of your skirt. You’re dangerously close to accidentally erasing all of his previous notes, something you’re not too keen on doing given his strictness.
“Having trouble?” Professor Touya teases, with an amused grin on his face.
“No, ‘m fine,” you lie. Not that you would admit it to him, but it’s more than just a bit awkward to both hold onto the book and stand up high to draw the figure.
“Here, let me,” he insists. He comes up behind you, his crotch just barely brushing against your ass. Your breath gets caught in your throat at your body involuntarily stiffens. You internally cringe at how something so simple as a passing touch makes your body feel hot.
He plucks the textbook from your hands, allowing you a bit more freedom of motion to stand up higher and draw with precision. He sidles up next to you and holds the book open for you. Still, even with his help, it’s still hard to draw exactly where he wants you to. Your dress already feels rather high on your legs as is, you’re sure disaster would happen should you stand up higher.
“Come on, you’re almost there, just stand up a little more,” he encourages and goads. You almost jolt when you feel a warm hand touch your waist, egging you on to push the envelope just a little further. Not wanting to disobey him, you do as he says, though the regret is instant. The skirt of your dress hikes over your hips and reveals the curve of your ass. A sharp, hushed silence sweeps over the room. Your ears feel like they’re burning and tears are welling up in your eyes at the sheer humiliation you feel in this moment. You draw the figure anyways, albeit carelessly and sloppily.
You just want this to be over.
But since your back is turned to the class, you’re completely unaware of the silent exchange happening between Professor Touya and the frat boys in the back row. While you are doing as he asked, ever his obedient assistant, he’s busy glowering at his competition.
The message is clear.
You are off limits.
When the diagram is finally drawn, you straighten back out and place your feet flat on the ground. You should be a bit relieved when your dress finally covers your body once more, but you’re unable to feel that respite. The damage is done, and you’re now left to simmer in your own embarrassment.
“Is that all you needed from me, sir?” You ask, voice barely above a whisper and thick with emotion. There’s a lump in your throat forming as you fight back the urge to cry.
“Yeah, that’s all, sweetheart,” he answers, in a manner that’s almost a subtle attempt at soothing you. You let out a shaky, uneven breath.
“Okay,” you say through a tense sigh. Your voice cracks when you speak once more, “I-I’ll be in your office to… get started on grading.”
You dismiss yourself and nearly rush out of the classroom, all too eager to distance yourself from the source of your shame. Once you’re in the safety of the hallways, you freely let the tears flow down your face. You’re at least thankful the halls are somewhat sparse, meaning that few are able to see you fall apart like this. The last thing you can handle emotionally is someone asking you what happened or if you were okay. Talking about it would just make the humiliation much more real.
When you finally reach Professor Touya’s office, you close the blinds on his door behind you and prop yourself up against the desk with your hands. You try to recollect yourself, to no avail. Your shame just eats away at you. But at least with his office so far out of the way of all other classes and the blinds drawn down, no one can see you fall apart like this. You can stew in your emotions somewhat privately, at least until Professor Touya gets back.
Professor Touya.
You want to sneer at the thought of him. The more you think about what happened during the lecture, the more you can’t help but assume he wanted to embarrass you on purpose, like the asshole he is. He enjoys toying with you too much, but this time, he really went too far. You think you’ve been much too cordial with him. When he gets back, you swear you’ll give him a piece of your mind. Fuck professionalism, that was thrown out the window when he forced your hand and caught a peek up your dress.
Speak of the devil, or rather, think of the devil, and he appears. More time than you thought must have passed while you were smoldering in your feelings, as Professor Touya leisurely strolls into his office, now apparently finished with the lecture. You wipe your tears on the back of your hand, trying to make yourself look a little less weak in front of him and steeling your nerves to tell him off.
“So what the hell was that about, huh? Why do you get off on being an absolute dick to me? I know you did that shit on purpose,” you accuse. He makes his way over to you and stands in front of you, partially caging you against the desk. The close proximity to him makes you feel hot with what you assume is indignation.
Yeah, that’s what this feeling is.
You despise him.
He doesn’t say anything, instead choosing to let you vent out your frustrations, taking the spite you hurl at him. You’re very much angry at him, filled with so much frustration that your voice is unsteady as you yell, “You’re such a fucking ass. And for what! I did nothing to you, I’ve been nothing but helpful and polite. What could possibly make you want to humiliate me like that? What have I done to make you hate me like this?”
“Oh sweetheart, I don’t hate you,” he soothes. His voice sounds much more husky when he adds, “Quite the opposite, actually.”
“Well I still think you’re an asshole for that little stunt you pulled, even if it wasn’t because you hated me,” you counter, speaking in between breaks in your voice. There’s still tears breaking past your lash line as a consequence of feeling so heated. Your emotions are only further worsened by the confusion you feel. If it wasn’t a malicious attempt to knock you down, why would he do such a thing to you?
“I know, I know,” he agrees. “How about I make it up to you then?”
“How could you possibly make it up to me?” You question as your voice cracks under the weight of your emotions. You move to wipe your face when he beats you to the punch, brushing away the tears falling down your cheek with his thumb. His hand stays on your face and he tilts your chin to him, angling your face closer to his.
“Well, I could start by making you feel good, give you something else to think about,” he insinuates. Your breath gets caught in your throat at his implication. “I know you feel it too, this tension between us. I’d love to indulge your fantasies about me, if you’d let me.”
You part your lips, searching for the right words and the strength to reject him, but with his face hovering tantalizingly close to yours, lips mere inches away, you realize you don’t have it in you.
Fuck.
You want him so bad.
“P-please,” you whisper. He has a shit eating grin on his face at your meek and embarrassed begging.
“What was that? You’ll need to speak up, sweetheart, I can’t hear you,” he teases. You swallow the lump in your throat, and lock eyes with him.
“Please, make me feel good,” you say again, this time with a little more conviction.
“Atta girl,” he praises. And with your agreeance, he closes the distance between the two of you and slots his mouth against yours. A gasp escapes you at the feeling of his lips working against your own. Your yearning and daydreaming didn’t prepare you for the intensity of this, for the pure wanting behind every movement of his lips.
The kiss becomes more and more heated as he presses his body further against yours, leaving little space between the two of you. His tongue dips out from his mouth and runs along the seam of your lips and you part slightly, allowing him the space to slip the wet muscle inside. You find yourself shuddering at the contact and gripping onto the fabric of his button up as a way to tether yourself in this moment. It’s almost a bit embarrassing just how much you’re melting into his touch from something as simple as kissing. Your body is eating it up regardless, sending waves of warmth throughout your entire being and pooling between your legs.
“Can I touch you?” He asks, after parting from the kiss, his breath fanning over your lips. Although you’ve been dreaming about this moment, and you desperately want to feel his touch all over you, your mind can’t help but chime in; you shouldn’t.
You really shouldn’t.
But with his hardening cock pressing up against your stomach and professionalism now abandoned, you throw caution to the wind and give in. You give him a nod and allow his hands to roam over your body. It’s almost dizzying to feel his touch, especially when his hands palm your chest and grope your ass, squeezing the plush flesh in his hands. He dives back in to press his lips up against yours in an intense, crushing kiss once more. You whimper against him, flustered at the feeling of his hot touch over your clothes. You’re becoming drunk on lust just from touches alone.
Your arousal is heightened as the hands at your ass trail to the front, reaching your hips, before snaking up your dress. His fingers press against your clothed mound. He smirks into the kiss upon feeling the wetness already clinging against the fabric.
You whine at the loss of friction when his fingers pull back, but the absence of his touch is short-lived. He hooks his fingers under the waistband of your panties and tugs the clothing down your thighs. You part your legs to allow him to completely rid you of them, leaving your cunt now bare before him. You’re glad the blinds on his door are drawn, preventing anyone else from seeing the debauched sight of your panties on the floor in front of your professor.
The pads of his fingers teasingly trace up your inner thighs, slowly inching bit by bit up your legs and making his way to your aching core. You let out an involuntary gasp when he finally grazes your pussy, his touch now no longer separated by a layer of clothing.
His fingers run up and down your folds, spreading your juices over yourself and teasingly avoiding sinking into your eager hole. You squirm and jolt every time the tips of his fingers brush against your clit. His warm touch on your engorged bundle of nerves sends jolts of pleasure up your spine. The embarrassment and shame melts away into pure, unadulterated desire with every drag of his fingers over your slit, leaving you wetter and wetter. Your slick coats his fingers as he grazes over your hole. He looks down to see his skin glistening with your wetness, causing him to suck in a breath at the sight.
Realizing he’s teasing himself by waiting any longer, he decides to give you what you’ve been wanting. Two fingers finally dip inside of your heat, slowly at first. You let out a breathy moan as his digits sink into you. When they bottom out inside of you, you want to squirm at how full you feel with just his fingers alone. They’re the perfect combination of long and thick, stretching out your cunt with ease.
A sharp inhale escapes you when he slowly pulls out, almost entirely, before pumping back inside of you. He sets an agonizingly slow pace at first as he watches your every reaction, studying what movements and angles have you panting for him. Ever observant, he effortlessly finds your most sensitive spots and hones in on them before quickening his pace.
Your legs tremble and shake with every harsh thrust of his fingers, bringing you closer and closer to cumming with little effort on his part. He knows just how to curl them up, just how to press the ball of his hand against your clit, just how to get you panting for him. The relentless pumping of his fingers in and out of your hole sends floods of wetness to your core, coating his fingers with your slick. Moans loudly tumble out of your mouth when he slips another into your heat. Though as much as he’s enjoying hearing your slutty moans, he seems distracted.
He puts his palm over your mouth and leans into your ear. “Shhh, someone’s coming,” he hushes. “Might wanna quiet down unless you want your classmates to barge in and see your pussy full with my fingers.”
You don’t have to see him to know he’s smirking at the comment, feeding off of your apparent embarrassment. The sounds of footsteps and talking nears closer and closer to the door. Knowing your classmates are nearing the door while your legs are obscenely spread for your professor and stuffed full of his thick fingers makes you feel hot with humiliation and overwhelmed with panic, but the pleasure Touya gives you is too much to give up. And so, you bite back your moans in an attempt to stay completely silent. Your body tenses with the risk of getting caught, causing you to clench down even tighter around his fingers. But even though you’re desperately fighting back the urge to whine and wail for him, with very obvious strain, the bastard keeps pumping in and out of you. You just hope the sound of wet squelching isn’t audible through the door.
“I can’t see in, the blinds are closed. Is he not here today?” A student asks, her question partially muffled through Touya’s office door.
“No, he’s here. My roommate just left his class a while ago,” another student replies. The door knob jiggles as she tries to open the door. You hold your breath, expecting it to swing open and to be caught in the act.
Only, it never happens.
The knob refuses to yield to the student’s attempts. She mutters out of frustration, “Damn, must be in a meeting right now. His office is locked.”
“Huh, I guess we’ll come back tomorrow,” the other classmate shrugs.
You sigh in relief, letting some of the tension dissipate. So long as you’re quiet, you can make it through this without anyone knowing what went on in his office. Still, even that is proving to be a challenge with the way his fingers continue to slam in and out of your pussy. Your knuckles turn white as you grip onto the desk like it’s your lifeline, pouring all your urge to moan into tensing your hands. His half-lidded, cobalt eyes stay trained on your face, seemingly searching for something, while a lazy and smug expression plasters his own face.
A change in the angle of his fingers sends shockwaves of pleasure through your body and a stifled squeal wrangles past your lips. He snickers at your failed attempts at staying quiet. You instantly feel yourself sweating, either from the anxiety or from quickly racing towards your peak, you’re unable to discern. Hopefully the students didn’t pick up on it.
Much to your horror, one of the students speaks, “Wait, did you hear that?”
“No? What’d you hear?” The other asks in confusion. You cringe, worrying that their curiosity will lead to your social downfall. If they know someone is in there, they’ll demand you answer them. Should that happen, you’re sure Professor Touya will make you answer the door. Not only that, but with the way he’s eating up your embarrassment, you worry he’d make you answer their questions, all the while he still fingers you out of view.
“It was like… a squeak or something,” she explains.
“Might have been a mouse, this building is super old ya’ know,” the other offers.
The suspicious student laughs and says in disgust, “Ew, let’s just get the hell out of here. Lab starts in 5 minutes anyways.”
You can’t seem to hear the sound of their footsteps leaving over the sound of your heartbeat in your ears and the wet noises of your cunt gushing around his fingers. Evidently, Touya hears. “They’re gone, sweetheart,” he whispers against the shell of your ear. The feeling of his breath against your ear has you shuddering in response. His hand retracts from your face, no longer muffling your sounds. “Since we’re alone again, why don’t you let me hear those loud, slutty sounds of yours, yeah?”
He starts to mouth your neck, intermixing his kisses with rougher bites against the delicate skin of your throat, leaving behind blooms of teeth marks and hickeys in his wake. It’s almost as if he wants everyone on campus to talk, like he wants your classmates to know you slept with him; the marks all over your neck damning evidence of your hookup. The sensation of his lips all over you and the curving of his fingers against that bundle of nerves inside you has you keening for him, whines now freely escaping your mouth.
“A-ah, feels so good,” you moan with a drawn out voice. He thrusts his fingers in and out of you in earnest, spurred on by your sweet sounds echoing in his office. You let out a choked noise upon feeling him speed up, and your walls clench down on his fingers, sucking them further into your heat. He can tell you’re quickly nearing your peak with the way your pussy flutters around him, contracting wildly.
He pulls away from your neck and mutters against your skin, his breath fanning over the sensitive flesh, “Yeah, my fingers fucking your cunt feel that good? Gonna come on fingers then?”
The sound of his deep voice spewing such filthy words pushes you over the edge. Your orgasm crashes into you like a harsh wave, stealing your breath away at the impact. You loudly moan as your cunt contracts around his fingers, all the while he continues to pump in and out of you, working you through your release. True to his orders, you gush around him, and your slick freely leaks from your sensitive hole. He finally relents and pulls out of you when you squirm from the overstimulation, attempting to wriggle away from the excessive pleasure. A pleased smirk paints his face upon seeing his fingers glisten with your wetness in the light. The sight gives him an idea, one that goes straight to his cock just at the thought.
“Open up,” he commands. The fingers wet with your juices hover over your lips, waiting for you to follow his demands. You shyly part your lips, allowing his fingers to slip into you. The tang of your own slick touches your tongue and you hold eye contact with him as your mouth closes around his fingers.
The feeling of your tongue swirling around his digits and the sight of your lips closing around him has his mind racing. He can’t help but think of how your mouth would feel on his cock and how filthy you would look on your knees for him, pretty face nestled against his pelvis and teary doe eyes looking up at him. But he’ll save that for another time.
He needs more than just your mouth right now.
Once his fingers are sufficiently cleaned off by your tongue, he pulls them out. He surges forward and kisses you, sliding his tongue past your lips. The taste of you still lingers in your mouth. He lewdly moans into the kiss, feeling that much hornier upon sampling your taste.
“Shit,” he curses against your lips after pulling back. “You taste so good.” He dives back in, passionately kissing you once more and tangling his tongue with yours. “Fuck, sweetheart. I’d bend you over this desk and devour this cunt, but I’m just dying to be inside you.”
“I need it, I want it too. Please, take me,” you beg. Never once did you anticipate you’d be begging for your professor to fuck you in earnest. Never once did you think you’d see the smirk on his face at your lewd pleading. And you certainly didn’t believe you’d ever feel his hands slide under your dress and lift it over you, unclasping your bra along with it, leaving you bare before him.
He pulls back from you and starts to unbuckle his belt. The sound of the metal clinking in the room makes your ears burn at the lewdness and your pussy clench in anticipation. He frees himself from the confines of his dark jeans, leaving you salivating at the sight of him.
You want to drool upon seeing how he’s quite thick and long, with prominent veins running along his shaft. You’re then pushed down flush against the top of his desk, splayed over a mess of papers, and he hooks one of your legs over his shoulders. Your breath hitches when he positions his cock in between your folds with his other hand and runs the head up and down your slit, collecting the slick dripping from you and lubing his cock.
He locks eyes with you as he finally pushes the tip in, relishing in your expression as he slowly slips in, inch by inch. Meanwhile, your full attention is focused on the way his thickness stretches you out and how the veins on his shaft drag against your walls as he sinks into you. You feel a bit breathless when he finally bottoms out and his tip kisses your cervix.
He starts to pull his hips back until his cock nearly slips out, before pushing back into you and filling you up once more. You feel completely stuffed. True to his words, you can’t think about anything else, the embarrassment you felt frowning more and more distant in your mind and being replaced by sheer, mind numbing pleasure.
But when he really starts rutting in and out of you?
Your brain is filled with cotton. He can tell by the way your eyes glaze over and soft moans sound from your parted, panting lips that he’s slowly fucking you stupid. It fills him with a bit of pride to see you being reduced to a brainless, horny mess for him, and the realization goes straight to his cock.
“T-touya,” you stammer and moan upon feeling his thrusts increase in tempo. You never called him by his first name before, but now that he’s inside of you, it was reasonable for you to believe the two of you are well past formalities.
“It’s still sir to you,” he growls, correcting your slip up. He punctuates his statement with a hard and deep thrust, making you sharply gasp. His stern voice draws a shudder out of you and you find yourself clenching down on him.
“‘M sorry, s-sir,” you apologize. You can feel his cock throb in your walls at the honorific. Even through your lust clouded mind, you put the pieces together.
Oh.
That’s why he liked you calling him sir.
“Yeah, that’s better,” he breathes. “Like the sound of that out of your mouth more than my name. Keep it up, sweetheart.”
Spurred on by your words, he hooks your other leg over his shoulder, slightly raising you off of the desk and angling his thrusts to hit even deeper inside of you. You grip onto the edges of the table as he fucks into you harder.
He’s canting into you so deeply and sharply that the desk shakes with every harsh clap of his hips against your thighs. Papers scatter onto the floor, picture frames fall flat on the table top, pens spill out of their holders and clatter onto the ground, all the while he chases one goal: to make you a stupid, incoherent mess from his cock.
His pace quickens and you bite down on your knuckle in an attempt to muffle your whines and moans, not wanting to fill the entire wing of the building with the sounds of sex. You feel the pleasure rapidly building as he hammers into you, pressing up against that sponges bundle of nerves along your walls. It’s easy to tell he is feeling the same, as more and more deep moans and curses tumble from his lips while he ruts into you. The sound of his voice moaning out for you combined with the angle of his cock pushes you to the verge of orgasming.
“Hah, fuck. ‘M close. Wanna cum, sir. Please make me cum,” you desperately beg. He throbs at your dumbified state and from the word sir coming out of your mouth.
Shit, he’s getting close too.
“Yeah? You gonna make a mess all over these papers then?” He asks, amid pants. He becomes drunk at just the thought of you cumming and dripping all over his cock. It sends a shock wave of pleasure straight between his legs and he rambles on, “Think you can squirt f’me too?” His hips brutally snap into yours, giving you the friction you need to finally be pushed over the edge.
“Yes, yes, yes, yes, fuck!” You chant, slurring each of your words in drunken pleasure. You finally fall apart with a silent scream, and just as he was hoping, you gush around him.
“That’s it, cream all over my fucking cock, sweetheart,” he encourages. Strings of your slick cling to his cock and snap with every clap of his pelvis against your skin. He continues to thrust in and out of you, recklessly chasing his own release as you lay below him, now teetering on the edge of overstimulation.
Your pussy clamping down on him and your walls fluttering finally pushes him over. His hips stutter and he cums with a deep groan, painting your insides white.
He stills, momentarily keeping his cock nestled in your walls, as he lowers your legs back down against the desk. Slowly, he pulls out of you, glancing down between your legs to see your combined releases leaking out of your hole. He watches, eyes transfixed, as his seed slowly starts seeping out of you and pooling on the sheets below.
The two of you really did a number on his desk, and his entire office, for that matter. You lay there on the table, dazed and panting, attempting to catch your breath and come back down from your high. He can’t help but smugly chuckle at your dumbified state, before he tucks himself back into his pants.
“What a mess you’ve made,” he teases. He walks off and heads to the door, about to leave, when he turns over his shoulder and adds, “Make sure to clean up after yourself.”
You steal a glimpse at the wrecked state of the desk, partially horrified at the wetness pooling between your legs and onto the assignments and handouts. You stare at the wet spots on the sheets of paper.
Fuck.
Maybe it’ll dry off.
You hope so, at least.
Your face burns when you walk into his classroom the next day. You make eye contact with him as you go to stand near the computer, bringing up the PowerPoint for the lecture. The situation is more than just awkward.
How do you proceed from here?
You’re not even sure what to say to him, if you’re supposed to greet him as usual. Your mouth feels dry from nervousness, and you take a drink from your water bottle. A student then walks up to Professor Touya, thankfully taking the heat off of you to speak to him.
“Professor Touya?” The student starts, preparing to ask him some sort of question.
“Yes, what is it?” He answers.
“Did you spill something on my papers?” The student confronts. You choke on your drink as he presents his graded assignment that looks to be partially sullied by water damage, only you and Professor Touya both know- that is definitely not water.
“Hm, good question. I’m not sure, my TA graded most of these,” he deflects, feigning ignorance. He thinks for a moment, before snapping his fingers and saying, “You know what? Why don’t you ask her? She might know what happened.”
To your horror, the student takes his suggestion, turning to you and interrogating, “What is this? Is this milk?”
“Haha, yeah. Milk. It’s just milk,” you force out. You wish you could crawl into a hole and disappear at this moment from the sheer amount of embarrassment you feel. You awkwardly apologize, “Um, sorry about that.”
“I mean, it’s okay I guess. Accidents happen,” the student shrugs.
“Alright, if that’s all, we have to set up for today’s lecture. If you’ll excuse us,” Professor Touya intervenes. The student then walks off to take his seat as other students start trickling in. With the student now out of earshot, you confront him.
“I hate you so much right now,” you say. “That was so embarrassing!” He chuckles at your situation, evidently very entertained by your dismay.
But as much as this circumstance embarrasses you, you can’t help but want more of last night, ruined papers be damned. Feeling bold, you ask, “Make it up to me?”
He gives you a cocky smirk, thrilled to know you want to be fucked dumb yet again. “Sure thing, sweetheart,” he agrees. “I’ll be waiting in my office whenever you want me.”
Tags: @the-milk-anon , @mirayasimpinghard
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happy december 10th how we feelin 😅😅
#it was already a holiday now its got all this attached :00#mha#bnha#dabi#dabi todoroki#touya todoroki#hades#hades ii#hades game#hades supergiant#puppet history#watcher#the professor#ryan bergara#shane madej
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Not-Quite-Dead-Characters
Return as a Antagonist
#bucky barnes#obito uchiha#todoroki touya#helbram#mikaela hyakuya#marianne vi britannia#jason todd#does loki even count?#he dies to much#loki#tv tropes#characters#character#professor callahan#the huntsman winter's war
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I’m going to use Touya as an example cuz babies’ eye and hair colors can change over time…
#pokémon#pokémon horizons#alola#professor kukui#professor burnet#professor friede#dabi#todoroki touya#toya todoroki#bnha#paldea#pokémon scarlet#pokémon violet
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INSUFFERABLE
todoroki touya x gn!reader
includes: dabi is a shameless flirt lol. brief dire mention bc he’s a dumbass. you fall for his antics
notes: he’s so. dumb. i hate him lol
Sometimes you envy the students whose professors’ lock their doors as soon as class starts.
The ones that provide that immediate punishment for the students who don’t care enough to show up on time, not giving them so much as a minute past the beginning of lecture to slip in. If they’re late they miss, it’s nothing more than a product of their carelessness and they deserve it.
Sadly, your biology professor is not one of those people.
Which is fine for your peers who rush in only five, ten, hell—even fifteen minutes late. Their hair wet from just getting out of the shower or clothes wrinkled from having just rolled out of their cramped dorm bed because they forgot to set their alarm. You can understand that; empathize with the plague that is eight a.m. classes.
Who you absolutely cannot empathize with is the guy who sits next to you. The one who walks in not ten, not twenty, no—thirty minutes late at the very least into lecture, and doesn’t give two shits about not being disruptive. Lets the door slam shut behind him and his scuffed combat boots stomp heavily down the aisle and shuffle with an unneeded amount of noise before plopping down in the chair next to you.
He’s simply insufferable, truly. With his box dye black hair and chipped fingernail polish and the intricate canvas of tattoos that sweeps from his jaw down his arms and disappears somewhere below the ridge of his perfectly carved collar bones that look absolutely—whatever. He’s annoying. That’s the point here. And today is, of course, no different.
“Hey, dollface,” Dabi smirks as he sits down, then immediately scrapes his chair over to you. You think today is a new record, a whole forty-one minutes late. You wonder why he even bothered to show up at all.
You don’t address him, not at first. You merely send over a half assed side glance as a form of acknowledgement. That is, until something glimmering catches your eye. (Something that isn’t the piercings or rings you’ve become accustomed to over the past month).
“Why do you have that?” You half whisper-half hiss at him, staring down at the object twirling around his fingers.
“What? ‘S just a lighter.” He flicks it open to show you, as if you couldn’t tell before, then snaps it right back shut.
You roll your eyes, turn your attention back to your professor. Just fifteen more minutes and you’re out of here and far away from him. “Obviously.” You sigh, bounce your leg subtly. “Don’t light that in here.”
And you don’t think you should really have to say that, and you don’t know why there’s an unease bubbling in your stomach due to his presence—but you do and it’s there. And it only increases as you catch the smirk slicing deeper across his face out of the corner of your eye.
“Or what?” Dabi questions, scrapes his chair even closer to you, opens the lighter again. “Whatcha gonna do about it, doll?”
“Seriously don—“
“Oops,” he grins, wide and cheeky as his thumb flicks the lighter on. He’s holding it up, like he doesn’t give a shit whether the professor catches him with it or not. Like he has no worry for the trouble it could cause.
“What’re you—stop that.” You can’t believe him, seriously, and the audacity he has for disregarding basic rules. “If you get caught with that inside you could get fined.”
“Pfft, please.” And this time it’s his turn to roll his eyes at you, scoffing under his breath. “You have to be a student here to get fined.”
You blink at him. Once, twice. “Huh?”
“What?” He hums, waves his finger over the flame disinterestedly, not even looking to make sure he doesn’t hold it over it too long and burn himself. “I don’t have to worry about stupid ass fines.”
“Yeah, but—what do you mean you aren’t a student here?”
Your lecture is long forgotten, your professor’s voice fading out into static as you stare at the man beside you. That uneasiness in your stomach is twisting, stirring around in a way that’s a little uncomfortable. Because sure, you knew the guy was a little odd. But not being a student? Showing up to your classes all the time? Hanging around campus? What if he’s some sort of creep, or stalker, or—
“Woah there, sweetheart. It’s not what you’re thinking, I'm not some freak or anything. My dad’s the uni president. I get to sit in on whatever classes I want for free. No need to alert the authorities.”
Oh.
Your cheeks heat up, a flush rising so fast as well as the want to hide under the table. Silly you, of course he wouldn’t be some creep. I mean, he might be a tad creepy, but that’s not necessarily a crime.
(He’d be a cute creep, you think. Then mentally tell yourself to shut up).
“I wasn’t going to do that,” you huff, still looking at him. You aren’t sure why, but his eyes look particularly blue today; more than normal. Maybe it’s because you’re finally allowing yourself to look, a full proper look at your—sort of—peer. “For the record.”
“Sure,” Dabi chuckles, leans a little closer to you. His fingers mindlessly play with the necklace dangling around your throat. You don’t know why you let him. “So that wasn’t a total how do I discreetly call 911? expression then?”
“Definitely not,” you dismiss, tapping your pen to your notebook. “It was a man this guy’s so lame he goes to class in his free time expression.”
Dabi winces, an exaggerated thing that you hate to admit is a little charming. “Ouch, lame? You wound me, dollface. Right in the heart.”
“You’ll live.” And it’s minute, a little twitch of your lips before you can catch yourself, but it’s there. And Dabi catches it, pointing a finger annoyingly close to your face.
“Was that a smile, hm? Did I just make my little doll smile?” He teases, prods his finger into your cheek. If you had any idea where it’d been you might lean forward to bite it off.
“One,” you tut, pinching his digit between two of your own and pulling it away from your face. “I’m not your doll. And two, not a chance. You’re imagining things.”
“Oh no no, definitely not,” Dabi presses, devilish tilt to his mouth. “That was a smile. Finally falling for me, that it?”
“Uhm, excuse me—“
“Not now,” the man in front of you cuts off the person’s voice from behind, giving them a cold look, “We’re busy, thanks. Anyways, as I was—“
“Sorry, it’s just—“
“I said we’re busy,” Dabi grits, brows cutting deep as he snaps his head back over his shoulder. “Or did you not hear me?”
“I did, but—“
“What?!”
“Their jacket’s on fire.”
Whatever snark Dabi might’ve wanted to push out at your fellow classmate dissolves immediately as the both of you snap your eyes down. And sure enough, right where Dabi has his lighter open—the one you told him not to light—the edge of your jacket has just caught on fire.
“Oh shit,” Dabi curses, snapping the lighter shut and tugging it back from your jacket as he watches you frantically pat it out with a sleeve covered hand.
You’re successful—thank god you don’t burst entirely into flames—but the corner of your jacket (your favorite one, mind you) is now very obviously scorched. Your eyes snap up to meet cerulean blue and what little bit of uneasiness left in your stomach turns into a boiling fit of rage.
Completely disregarding the lecture (that you admittedly weren’t paying attention to anyways) you shove everything into your bag and get up from your seat to leave. You make your way out of the lecture hall absolutely fuming and don’t miss a single beat as you turn on your heel to yell at the man behind you as soon as the door shuts.
“You’re absolutely unbearable!” You grouse, jabbing your finger into Dabi’s chest. “Seriously! I can't believe you.”
“Oh c’mon. ‘M sorry! I didn’t mean to, it was just an accident—“
“I told you not to light it. But no,” you groan, and you seriously want to rip your hair out, or punch him, or something. “You just had to act like a tough guy. Mr. Too Cool To Be A Student Here. You lit me on fire!”
“I didn’t mean to! I said I was sorry!”
“I don’t care! I could’ve been burnt up in a crisp!”
“But you weren’t!” He defends. “It's not a big deal.”
“It is to me, this was my favorite jacket. You know, just because you’re hot and have some big shot dad doesn’t mean you can just do whatever you want!”
“Well obviously, because if I could do whatever I wanted then I'd be doing you!”
The both of you pause for a moment, catch your breaths through slightly labored pants as you stare at each other. It’s like the gears are turning in both your heads simultaneously, cogs clicking into place and smoke clearing in the workshop.
“Did you just admit you think I'm hot?”
“Did you just say you want to do me?”
A part of you wishes your jacket was still on fire, because at least then you could try to justify that as the reason your cheeks are suddenly burning. You turn your face away from him, adjust the bag slung over your shoulder. You’re thankful you’re the only two in the hallway, or else you’d probably die from embarrassment right now.
“Well, how ‘bout I make it up to you then?”
You let your gaze drift back up to meet Dabi’s, staring into tattoo and mascara framed eyes suspiciously. You narrow your vision, tip your head to the side as you watch that shitty (read: thigh clenching) smirk make its way back to his lips.
“And how do you plan on doing that?” You tense up a little as he takes a step closer to you and digs a pen out of your bag. Then he grips your wrist—gently, despite the firm hold—and scribbles across your palm.
“I’ll be outside your dorm at eight,” he grins, dropping the pen back into your bag when he’s done. “Wear something hot. ‘N I don’t mean the burnt kind.”
You shove his shoulder at the remark, glancing down at your palm to see what you’re guessing is his phone number. “Asshole.”
He simply catches your wrist again, tugs you close enough that he has perfect range to dip down and kiss your cheek. And if you weren’t flushing before you certainly are now, eyes going wide against your will as you watch him let go of you and take backward steps away. He throws you a wink, chuckles when he sees you snap out of it and scoff at him.
“Insufferable!” You call after him. And you don’t try to hide your smile this time. Don’t try to veil your expressions.
“Irresistible!” He corrects, sticking his tongue out and making a corny call me gesture with his hand when you flip him off.
And you wonder if you should wear your scorched jacket tonight simply to spite him.
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Civilian Touya where Enji actually saw his son burning and thought "shit maybe I went too far" so the todoroki family is now slightly less dysfunctional. Just thinking of bnha canon au but except of the Kardashians we got the Todorokis.
The eldest, Touya Todoroki, having such a massive following for all the inside shit he gets in their household. A muffled video of Fuyumi absolutely guilt tripping their dad for dinner: "Dad, remember when you weren't there for most of my formative years? Mom would-". Enji caves just from the first sentence. Another picture where we see Shouto, known for being calm and collected, having a crazed look in his eyes as the world gets a glimpse of his corkboard with a glittery title on top clearly showing "Tokoyami is Hawk's secret love child, and here's why". Shouto looks like a professor on steroids having a lecture and Natsuo, like a digilent student he is, is actually taking notes. Hawk's PR team got so much mail the next week asking questions after the picture dropped. They are: tired of this family.
The most views Touya's account ever got is a video clearly taken inside an office, the sounds of giggling heard from behind the camera. The undeniable hulking figure of Todoroki Enji is seen glaring down at the no. 2 hero with a face that is tired. of. this. shit. Hawks can be heard babbling, a mixture of "Look I didn't know he was your son" "Even if I did, I'd still hit that" "Wait, no, don't burn me Endeavor-san pls I promise I got pure intentions" "Have you ever seen your son? That's sex on legs, man" "WAIT I SAID I'M SORRY". Within the day, the image of Hawks on a full on dogeza while the flaming and absolutely disappointed face of Endeavor looks straight at the camera has become the next meme of the internet.
The video immediately got forgotten two weeks later when twin pairs of rings, with the picture clearly taken in Las Vegas, dropped into the internet. Endeavor was last seen muttering about Fried Chicken and "making him extra crispy".
#dabihawks#dabi x keigo#dabi x hawks#touya x keigo#pro hero hawks#endeavor#todoroki shouto#todoroki fuyumi#todoroki natsuo#todoroki touya#todoroki siblings#drabbles#bnha#mha#Tokoyami: I will neither confirm or deny the statement.#Shouto: for our next video we'll be looking into why Tokoyami would be the perfect lovechild of Birbman Hawks and Edgelord Nii-san
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Late submission for #chubbyMHAFall run by @fatfandomevents
A sweet-on-the-outside coffee shop AU featuring Touya, the drop-out son of engineering Professor Todoroki. His intro to engineering courses are almost impossible to pass, but he also doesn’t password protect his g00gle drive. So Touya has no qualms about sharing his dad’s course documents with struggling twinks in exchange for treats and free meals.
It’s been going on for a few years, and all those “study sessions” have started to show. He used to be a slender, lanky little punk. But now he’s a barrel of a man. He’s the overfed version of his disciplined, strict father. Touya knows he’ll get caught eventually, but he wanna sees how far he can get before his dad notices. Of course his dad comments on his weight, but he can’t complain because Touya wasn’t a leathered up emo kid anymore. He dresses well and doesn’t cause trouble in campus like he used to before he dropped out.
Tomura is his newest meal ticket. He’s not the first to stare at him, but he is the first in awhile to be so obvious about it. Maybe Touya can talk him into breakfast too.
#wg art#chubby#fat art#chubby art#fan event#fat anime#fat Dabi#shigadabi#coffee shop au#chubbymhafall
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on fridays we share with the class masterlist
mdni: minors & no age in bio will get you blocked.
under construction! please be mindful of changes :)
ask and you shall receive, i suppose. here's the masterlist for our weekly share dates so far. these are organized by fandom and character. hope to see you on friday. ♡
on fridays we share with the class info
boku no hero academia
bakugo katsuki
switching roles with eijiro and katsuki (dom!reader)
camping with daddy!katsuki (fingering)
college bully!katsuki is so mean :(
kirishima eijiro
needy sex with kiri when he knows you’re safe
everyone adores daddy!kiri’s chubby little!reader and he’s jealous:( (implied ddlg)
midoriya izuku
bunny shares: professor!midoriya
pet play with soft dom!izu
villain!izuku as brat tamer
dom!izu breeds his puppy in front of everyone
a slow day with izuku
aizawa shota
shota finds you with a toy
hyper regeneration and shredded clothes
shota + free use with f!reader
toshinori yagi
all might fucks, but retired!yagi takes his time
shinso hitoshi
hitoshi’s such a tease
shinso is whiny :( getting teased
kaminari denki
denki’s oral fixation is 24/7
being alpha!shinkami’s breeding toy
todoroki shoto
he’s so needy when he eats
todoroki touya
needy dabi and his hero s/o
tokoyami fumikage
sero hanta
taking the condom off mid fuck
amajiki can’t help himself (chubby reader, sub!tamaki)
amajiki tamaki
dom!tamaki has a corruption kink
multi character
they know what their morning voice does to you
jujutsu kaisen
geto suguru
fushiguro toji
bearing toji’s children
fushiguro megumi
nanami kento
dirty old man kento
choso kamo
sub!choso is ur babygirl
sk8 the infinity
sakurayashiki kaoru
cherry puts joe in a dress… and vice versa
nanjo kojiro
joe fucking you in front of cherry and the consequences
kyan reki
hasegawa langa
final fantasy xiv
emet-selch
thancred waters
g’raha tia
hien rijin
other
tokyo revengers
honkai: star rail
genshin impact
werewolf!wriothesley
fairy tales
primal play with natsu
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Fuyumi Todoroki: Hogwarts AU
Fuyumi Todoroki is a pureblood witch that was born on the 6th of December 1972 and started attending Hogwarts on the 1st of September 1984, being sorted into Hufflepuff house.
During her Hogwarts years, she mostly hung out with her brother Touya and his best friend Keigo but she did occasionally hang out with her fellow Hufflepuffs as well.
She was absolutely devasted after she believed that her older brother had passed away during a werewolf attack in her second year and this, along with the fact that she felt like she failed to keep her youngest brother safe from their abusive father, led her to decide to become a teacher after graduating.
After graduating from Hogwarts, she took on the post of the Arithmancy professor and was always there for her two youngest brothers during their Hogwarts years.
She also often took them along to visit their mother at St. Mungos, whenever they got permission from the headmaster.
She was also very friendly to Izuku, Ochaco, Tenya and Tsuyu due to her being grateful that her youngest brother (who had never had any real friends before) managed to get such loyal and great best friends.
She eventually became a member of the Order of the Phoenix alongside her brother Natsuo and her father Enji, with her being the most optimistic of their father's change during this period.
She eventually learned from Keigo that her brother had survived the werewolf attack and was now a Death Eater along with her cousin Geten, which shocked her to their core.
She eventually participated in the Battle of Hogwarts which she survived alongside her whole family, with them helping to take down her brother and cousin.
After the battle, she eventually married the auror Rumi Usagiyama with the two of them having one adopted daughter together.
She has a pear wand with a unicorn hair core.
Her Patronus is a dolphin.
Her favorite subjects are Arithmancy and Charms.
Her least favorite subjects are Defense Against the Dark Arts and Flying.
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𝖉𝖊𝖇𝖆𝖚𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖞 - HHAWKS' MILESTONE COLLAB.
yes i know i just had a collab like six months ago but i'm freshly 21!!!! and i hit a certain milestone and i wanted to celebrate that with a lil somethin' somethin'.
so welcome to the DEBAUCHERY COLLAB.
☥ the theme for this collab is perverts.
☥ i've left it purposefully vague because i wanna encourage all forms of perversion! incel behaviour, panty theft, a college professor with a lil bit too much affinity to their favourite student; all perverts are welcome <3
☥ as always, you have to be 18+ to participate!! please have your age in your bio or somewhere i can easily find it on ur blog.
☥ send me an ask off anon, or send me a dm if u like, with a character and a prompt/rundown of what you're gonna write about!
☥ once i've tagged you in the masterlist, give this post a rb so i know you've read the rules !!
☥ all characters/all fandoms welcome !! <3
☥ repeats of characters are allowed too hehe
☥ all characters aged 18+. please.
☥ both sfw and nsfw works welcome! dark content welcome and encouraged, but do tag accordingly and properly.
☥ please tag me in your fics so i can see em, and tag them with #debauchery collab for reference. kiss
☥ soft deadline for this will be 25th november 2022. show me what u got loves.
☥ go crazy !!!! go stupid !!!!!!!!!!! for me. do it for me
okay swag if this flops nobody is allowed to bring it up with me. thanks
MASTERLIST.
BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA.
@corpsekiller
↳perv!touya todoroki/dabi x reader
@libidinous-weeb
↳ perv priest!izuku midoriya x non-religious!reader
behind closed doors by @semisgroupie
↳ panty thief!tamaki amajiki x reader
@sofiafushiguro
↳ perv best friend!izuku midoriya x reader
DEATH NOTE.
partners in crime by @cremedelabrulee
↳ perv!L x reader
JUJUTSU KAISEN.
@fuwushiguro
↳ perv!farmer toji fushiguro x cow hybrid!reader
@gutouhua
↳ master!gojo satoru x maid!reader
@laudthingcat
↳ professor!getou suguru x pervy student!reader
@libraryofua
↳ perv doctor!choso x reader
SHINGEKI NO KYOJIN.
@makkabuns-yanderen
↳ perv!eren jaeger x reader
@sweetforlevi
↳ perv roommate!eren jaeger x reader x perv roommate!jean kirstein
TOKYO REVENGERS
@kazububs
↳ panty thief!souya kawata x roommate!reader
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cardcaptor izuku au????
Okay so first off I have to say that though I love the magical girl genre I have only ever watched sailor moon. So I had to do some research for this one. And BOY is it alot!!
I'm figuring out that convoluted romantic plotlines are a staple for this genre, but let me tell you I wasn't exactly thrilled with the ones in this series, like way too many student/teacher relationships. But other than that I really like the show!! I'm 40 episodes in.
But here we go!
- ten year old Izuku Midoriya lives with his mom, his adopted brother Tomura(who is actually his cousin) and his father, who is often away for work.
- his father Hisashi is a professor for archeology, anthropology and human psychology. So he's really busy and they don't get to see him very often.
- Izuku is absolutely starstruck by Tomura's friend Touya Todoroki (it's not a crush he just thinks he's REALLY cool!!!)
- Touya lives in a big house alone with his ill mother.
- Izuku's best friend is Bakugou Katsuki who is the son of a famous fashion designer, Katsuki dreams of one day being a famous photographer though he won't admit it at first.
- Izuku finds a strange book in his father's library and accidentally releases all the clow cards!
- now he must go out and collect them all!
- I imagine some of the cards are the same as in the TV show but some are based off of the quirks in bnha.
- Bakugou makes Izuku dress up in some of the costumes his mom tries to force him to wear(unsuccessfully) and takes pictures cause it's the closest thing to a superhero fight he'll ever get to photograph!
- Mistuki just thinks that her son is very good with props and Photoshop.
- Shoto Todoroki is also looking for the clow cards on order of his father because it has 'destiny'.
- Enji still forces Rei into an arranged marriage because of her magical abilities.
That's all I can think of rn.
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dabihawks college au where keigo went to an accelerated military school so by the time he's like 21 he becomes a college professor and who else would be in his class but one notoriously troublemaking touya todoroki who thinks it's the absolute funniest thing in the world to have a booklicker professor that's a year younger than you
#then they commit ethics violations (hot gay sex)#and idfk burn down a military base or smth#dabihawks#bnha#keigo takami#takami keigo#bnha hawks#hawks#todoroki touya#touya todoroki#dabi#bnha dabi#toukei#mha
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Out of My League
Out of My League
by confizzledworld
Keigo Takami is a college student at UA with a reputation for sleeping around. One issue: he wants a DILF and there's a perfectly suitable one in range.
Shouta Aizawa is an ethics professor at UA, still adjusting after a bad divorce. He's convinced that he doesn't have to put himself back out there, he's got good friends and a small family to take care of. One issue: a kid that isn't even his student crashes his class and keeps following him around.
Words: 1976, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Takami Keigo | Hawks, Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Eri
Relationships: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Takami Keigo | Hawks
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, Alternate Universe - No Quirks
Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43203258
#AO3 Feed#FanFiction#AO3 Eraserhawks#♥#Eraserhawks#Dabi#Touya Todoroki#Eri#⚣#R:M#A:Confizzledworld#No Quirks AU#College AU
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Hello! You mentioned youre a system, and that many of you kin. I'm interested to hear which members kin the most! And what kins do they resonate with most out of their own list? Thank you and have a wonderful day!
Yes, we are. The ones who kin the most are definitely myself, as the host, as well as one of our co-hosts... just in the sense of us both having the most kins. We will mention some specifics under the cut.
- Mod 👁 / The Archivist
Our co-host, we'll call him 🎮 for ease, resonates the strongest with Denji, Moomintroll, and Phosphophyllite.
For myself, it's quite hard to say, as it changes and twists frequently and is heavily affected by myself being a fictive, but I don't feel comfortable sharing that aspect.
For simplicities sake, I'll say Ryo Asuka, Rat (Archive 81), diluted calico cats, Oswald Cobblepot (Fox's Gotham), Lio Fotia, Jirachi and Courtney, William James Moriarty (mostly YnM but really any iteration), Professor Venomous, Mae Borowski, Rutile, Vincent Wordsworth, Henry Emily, Yasuke Matsuda & Kyousuke Munakata, and Touya Todoroki.
I do hope you find those sufficient and enlightening. Though we do both have many more we kin, and other members of the system do as well we just wanted to keep it simple.
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In a rare moment, I've been struck with inspiration and I want to get it down as quickly as I can
DabiHawks Soul Eater AU
Todoroki Touya -- flame thrower weapon -- son of Todoroki Enji, a Death Scythe and Todorki Rei, a meister; Enji wanted to create the perfect meister-weapon hybrid and so had children with Rei; Touya is the oldest, showed weapon capabilities pretty early, but is unable to maintain a half-weapon form for long periods of time without sustaining damage and Enji gave up on him when he realized he wouldn't be his perfect son; bargained his way into DWMA trying to prove even with his imperfection, he can be a Death Scythe on his own
Takami Keigo -- meister-weapon -- son of famed failed keishen, Takami, and a normal human mother, Keigo is an accident child and was taken in by the DWMA to study keishens and how to stop them, he's perfected the ability to be both a weapon and a meister, able to call his weapon form out almost perfectly while still retaining human form, but wants a partner more than anything and to prove he's not his father's son
Shigaraki Tomura - witch-meister - another child taken in by the DWMA, his family was "killed by witches" somewhat recently and was allowed into the DWMA so that they could keep an eye on him, he's shown promise as a meister, so they enrolled him in the program; Tomura actually killed his family in an accident when he manifested powers as a witch, he was taken in by a witch coven and they're trying to use Tomura's entrance into DWMA to infiltrate and get to Lord Death
Iguchi Shuichi - arsenal weapon - part of the little misfit group, able to match soul wavelengths with most anyone and therefore becomes an ideal partner for Tomura who's got such a volatile soul wavelength
Himiko Toga - dual blade weapon - turns into two knives
Bubaigawara Jin - meister - Toga's partner
Oboro Shirakumo (Kurogiri) - Tomura's guardian and former "witch hunter" (aka, works with the coven that Tomura is a part of), friends with professors at DWMA, Aizawa, Yamada, and Nemuri
Sako Atsuhiro - undecided - upperclassman who is friends with the misfits
Version 1:
Story follows Touya coming to DWMA with the sole intention of becoming strong enough to wield his own weapon and prove he's good enough to be a Death Scythe like Enji. Meets Keigo who is immediately enamored meister-weapon and wants to team up with Touya, but is immediately turned down. They're at odds with each other for awhile, Keigo seeing Touya as a rival and Touya seeing Keigo as a stepping stone to get what he wants. This dynamic changes when they go on a group project to track down the soul of a [something bad] and end up in over their heads. Touya and Keigo get separated with the fiend and are backed into a corner. Touya can't hold his partial weapon form anymore and Keigo can't fight this on his own, so Touya turns into a weapon, Keigo wields him and they unlock something pretty amazing together in that moment. After that, there's a new understanding between them. Keigo finds Touya later and formally asks Touya to be his weapon and that he'll make sure Touya's the best Death Scythe, even to rival Endeavor.
Meanwhile, there's this plot involving the witches that are trying to take down Lord Death. Tomura is actively assisting the witches, but after becoming friends with everyone, he's starting to regret his actions and see that maybe the witches aren't doing the right thing and there really does have to be a balance. His feelings on the matter change when a discussion is had that witches aren't anything but fodder for Death Scythes and the friend group agrees that any witch that they find deserves to die. ~Things happen~ and ultimately lead to Shigaraki wielding AFO, the friend group and then eventually Touya and Keigo facing off against him. The whole time they're trying to reason with him and convince him that this isn't right, this isn't what he really wants and Shigaraki pushes back. They eventually get AFO away from Shigaraki and Touya and Keigo have him cornered. At this point, Touya has collected 99 souls and he just needs the soul of a witch. Enji (who is there because this is climax fight and Lord Death and his scythe gotta be there) pressures Touya to kill Tomura to become a death scythe. In the end, Touya can't do it and refuses to kill his friend. Shigaraki sees that Touya genuinely cares about him, his whole friend group does and has second thoughts. AFO then takes over Shigaraki's body and they have to fight ShigFO.
Version 2:
Most of the story is the same except Touya gets seduced by the witch coven and is told that they can make him strong enough to become the perfect meister-weapon if he kills Enji and they'll give him the powers to do that.
This whole story continues, Keigo is still wielding Touya, but he sneaks off to be with the witches and betray the DWMA.
Climax is Keigo being told to kill Touya, who has essentially been tricked into becoming a kishin, and in the heat of battle, he says he can't kill Touya because he loves him, that more than becoming a Death Scythe, more than proving things wrong about his dad, he loves Touya and refuses to hurt him.
AFO still taking over Touya's body, wielding him as a perfect meister-weapon-kishin and now they have to extract AFO out of Touya. Keigo enters soul resonance, they extract the part of Touya that is AFO out of him and are able to face off against AFO. Ultimately, instead of devouring a witch's soul to become a Death Scythe, Touya eats AFO's inert soul.
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End of an Era
end of an era
by skamoo
Bakugou Katsuki is teaching classes and studying for a history PhD at a prestigious university in the hopes of one day becoming a tenured professor. Except one biology professor named Todoroki Shouto seems to know an uncanny amount of historical facts, and his unsolicited criticism of Bakugou's work begins to grate on his last nerve.
Bakugou's determination to figure out just how he knows all of this will lead him to a world of secrets he never could have expected.
Words: 2550, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Todoroki Shouto, Uraraka Ochako, Kirishima Eijirou, Asui Tsuyu, Dabi | Todoroki Touya
Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Todoroki Shouto, Bakugou Katsuki & Uraraka Ochako, Bakugou Katsuki & Kirishima Eijirou, Midoriya Izuku & Todoroki Shouto, Asui Tsuyu/Uraraka Ochako, Kirishima Eijirou & Uraraka Ochako
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, Alternate Universe - Vampire, Alternate Universe - Professors, Professors, Vampire Todoroki Shouto, Vampire Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Human Bakugou Katsuki, Human/Vampire Relationship, Vampire Bites, Dark Academia Vibes, ochako and bakugou are besties in this bc it's what they deserve, what the wORLD deserves
Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41262177
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