#[ ☆ one shot: dabi/touya ]

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Revenge

A/N: first time writing a Dabi x reader one-shot. I just couldn't help myself with this one, lol. No spoilers. Non-canon plot (ish).

Synopsis: after an incident at Endeavour's Agency, you attract the attention of a certain Villain.

Warnings: heavy non-con, humiliation, slight violence, slight blood, forced, angst, dabi is mean, yandere (kinda?), heat play, spit, choking. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

Word count: 8.1K

You flipped through the pages of your magazine whilst you sat slumped, and cuddled into the couch in your living room apartment. Scanning over the newest headlines and styles of hero costumes while your mind floated, absentmindedly gazing off out the windows every now and then. Fuck, they really publish just about anything, don’t they? You pondered, flipping over to the next page. 

‘Mt Lady Takes Down Villain! Hottest and Best Angles!’  

You huffed, slamming the magazine back down onto the coffee table. The people who wrote these articles were seriously fried in the head. Despite all of the good that Heroes did, there was always someone in the background; waiting patiently to exploit and publish the most taboo garbage. Your cheek rested against your palm as you rested against the arm of the couch, thinking back to the incident that led up to your very own interview. It wasn’t unheard of for rookie Heroes to have interviews, but it was a rare occurrence. And you remember it all too well. 

You sat, awkwardly perched on the plastic chair as the woman in front of you placed a recorder down, pulled out a pen and notepad, and began hammering you with questions. 

“What’s it like working as a Rookie alongside the Number One Hero?”

“Was this the costume you were wearing when the incident occurred?”

“Were you scared?” 

“Why are you working with Endeavor when your Quirk has nothing to do with flames?” 

All of the questions overwhelmed you, and you thought that you would be prepared since Endeavor briefed you prior to the interview. But as soon as the questions came pouring out of the red lipstick lined lips of the reporter - you froze. You tried to answer all of her questions as honestly as you could, but feared that she would turn and spin them on you. It was a habit of reporters to do so, and you refused to be on the next cover of some sleazy tabloid; ‘(Hero name)! Dirty secrets that saved her from the attack on Endeavor’s Agency!’ 

The thought made you gag. 

It was true, your Quirk had nothing to do with fire or anything of the sort, but Enji Todoroki had been a family friend for years, and you were childhood best friends with his daughter, Fuyumi Todoroki. Your Quirk was basic - Telekinesis. It was handy, and you were getting stronger with it everyday. It was useful in the battlefield, proving to be one of the strongest when you attended UA. 

“Did you see Shigaraki?”

“How hot were Dabi’s flames?”

When she asked you about Dabi and Shigaraki, you froze, immediately remembering what the heat of his flames felt like, and the gnawing fear of being turned to dust at any given moment. It was horrible, and you wanted nothing more than to jump off the chair and run out of the room. You knew that would solve nothing and only fidgeted slightly at her question and narrowing eyes. 

You were seated at your desk, filing paperwork from a Villian that you had caught a few days prior. Everyone spoke about the joys of being a Hero, but often neglected the tedious amount of paperwork that followed suit. Hours had passed and you were still working silently at your desk space. You hadn’t even taken your lunch break in hopes of finishing the work before Endeavor returned. 

Your fingers were starting to sting in exhaustion when you heard the first scream, it was loud and shrill; a woman. Your eyes widened and before you knew it, everyone was standing and running.  Flames of blue erupted up the walls as you watched everyone flee from the heat. You pushed yourself up from your desk and flushed, blocking your face with your free hand. Endeavor was sent out on a mission a few hours prior, meaning that he would be gone for the rest of the day. Most of the other sidekicks were with him, and you would’ve gone too if you weren’t stuck with this mountain of paperwork.  

You remember seeing your coworkers shove and scatter their way out of the building, rushing around like frightened mice. It was sad, you thought. You wanted to act, to fight, but fear kept you frozen in place as everyone disappeared. The smoke and heat of the room made it barely breathable, but you shielded your eyes from the smoke and covered your mouth with your sleeve.

The panicked footsteps soon dwindled down, everyone already fleeing down the stairs. And there you stood, frozen in place like a rock. Thinking back on it makes you feel completely useless, but fear makes you react in such strange ways. 

A large chunk of ceiling fell directly in front of you, your feet launching you out of the way before your brain realized what happened. Dust and smoke filtered into your lungs as you narrowly dodged the debris.  

You began to stagger your way towards the exit, until you saw two shadows appear in the doorway. Fuck. They grew closer with each passing moment, and you threw yourself beneath a random desk, curling yourself inwards in attempts to hide yourself. Your breathing was raspy due to all the smoke inhalation, but remained silent as the footsteps echoed.

“That fucker isn’t even here.” You heard a deep rasp, sounding like he was losing his voice. You flinched when you heard the desk creek above you, turning your head slowly to notice that someone was resting against it. Luckily, the cubicle shielded you from their presence, or else you’d be screwed. 

“The message will still be received.” You heard a second voice, which sounded much higher pitched than the first. “It’s only a matter of time before the Hero regimen is brought to their knees.” They snickered, high pitched and eerie. 

You covered your mouth, squeezing back a cough that rumbled in your chest. 

“The sooner the better.” The first voice spoke, which you now recognized as Dabi, the Blue Flame. His boots now eye level with you, with even one small move you would’ve been able to touch him. 

His unprovoked murderers made headlines a few weeks earlier, and you remember reading all about them. He burned his victims beyond recognition, turning them into a pile of bones and dust. It made you sick, and you could only keep quiet and remain still. You could only guess that the second voice belonged to Shigaraki, the leader of the League Of Villains. Fuck. You really were going to die here.      

“We need to get out of here before more show up.” Dabi said, pushing upright from the desk, his jacket swayed in your view. You figured that the Heroes would be pouring through the door at any second now, but you weren’t counting on it, nor were you eager to jump out from the desk. 

Shigaraki mumbled something in return that you didn’t quite catch, and you heard the heavy sounds of their booted feet fade off. You weren’t entirely jumping at the thought of getting caught, so you decided to wait a few moments before regrouping with everyone else. 

You let out a shaky breath, removing your hand from your dry lips. 

Your eyes opened once again, blinking a few times to remove any dust or smoke stuck in them.  But fuck, you really wished you hadn’t. There was a soft sound of crunching gravel that rang out beside you, instantly making your blood run cold. Your eyes darted to follow the sound and as soon as you lifted your gaze from the floor, you noticed a pair of bright blue eyes staring back into your frightened ones. You noticed that he smirked when he noticed your frightened expression, burnt lips carving upwards at your quivering form. Immediately, you let out a cry of surprise and skidded out from underneath the desk. 

“Well, well. Hello there, doll.” Dabi watched you from above. At this angle, he towered over you, watching you with gleaming eyes. Even though you were flat on your ass and resting against your palms, he was enormous. “Thought I wouldn’t notice ya’ down there?” He chuckled. 

You watched him with studying eyes, noting that he hadn’t made a move to grab or burn you. For some reason you expected to be killed on sight, but Dabi seemed to take interest in you. No . He was more interested in making you feel nervous - powerless even. His eyes running down your slim body, watching in excitement as you squirmed uncomfortably. You weren’t wearing your Hero uniform, which made him wonder why you hadn’t escaped like everyone else. 

He laughed to himself. Poor little girl, left to die by the Heroes.   

Finally, you broke eye contact from the charred man, trailing your eyes around him in search of an escape route. You didn’t know if he’d get bored soon and decide to light you up, but you certainly didn’t want to make any impulsive moves. It seems like Shigaraki left already, and you were thankful that you only had to deal with one League member. 

“Are you mute or somethin’?” His head tilted to the side as he scanned you over, his patchwork face pondering in thought. 

Dabi felt bored at your unresponsiveness, his smirk dropping and eyes glazing over. His hands fidgeted inside his pockets, debating on what he was going to do with you. You inched back slightly, noticing the shift in his demeanor. 

Your hands raised instinctively to cover your face, expecting to feel the flash of heat and the flesh peel off your bones. But you didn’t, instead feeling a rush of air around you. Out of fear, you must’ve activated your quirk without thinking too much, because Dabi was no longer standing in front of you. 

Your ears barely registered the sound of his strangled grunt as he collided with a half burnt desk. Not wasting any time pushing yourself up to your shaky feet, throwing yourself out of the cubicle and towards the exit. You didn’t even bother to look back at the scarred Villain, who was staggering back to his feet, letting out a frustrated growl at your sudden attack. You lunged for the door, throwing yourself out of it and down the flights of stairs. 

Dabi coughed as dust particles surrounded him, his breathing deepening with rage as he watched your frightened figure stumble out of the room. Your little surprise move pissed him off - almost as much as the realization he had that you were a Hero.   

Your head shook and you brushed off the incident that still lingered in your mind. While you were terrified, you managed to act quickly and get out safely. Endeavor praised you for this, which felt good, but you were just thankful that you didn’t turn into a pile of burnt flesh. 

“For fucks sake.” You mumbled as you picked up another magazine, seeing a picture of yourself covered in dust, outfit torn in questionable places, and your hair a mess -on the cover . 

‘(Hero Name)! Narrowly Escapes The Blue Flame!’ 

That wasn’t so bad… Maybe Endeavor threatened the poor woman into being nice. You thought, before your eyes roamed over the smaller print beneath the title. 

“Find out how (Hero Name) seduced her way out of death on page six!” 

You threw the magazine blindly behind you, letting out a long sigh. You should have known, these tabloids twisted the truth and made Heroes and Sidekicks look terrible. You couldn’t believe that people actually believed this shit. Luckily enough, no one was killed in the incident, but you knew that if the League wanted there to be casualties, there definitely would have been. You only escaped due to your quick thinking and Dabi’s lack of attention, which worked out in your favor.     

“Fucking bitch.” You grumbled, letting your head drop onto the armrest.   

You were so lost in thought that you barely heard the front door close shut, along with the soft footsteps of someone making their way inside. You didn’t move when you finally clued in, instead you called out blindly, voice muffled by the cushion of the couch.

“Really not in the mood tonight, Fuyumi!” Your voice cracked as you called out towards her, expecting her cheerful response at your dismissive tone, but all you heard was silence. The footsteps stopped, and instead of the soft voice of your best friend, you heard a short chuckle. 

“Not enjoying the Hero life, doll?” 

Letting out a surprised squeak, you jolted upright at the raspy voice, eyes widening and darting towards the rough sound. To say that it surprised you would be an understatement - it terrified you and made you freeze immediately, similar to how you were at the Agency. It frightened you even more when you watched his lazy eyes trail over your form, which was wearing nothing but a pair of PJ shorts and an ill-fitting tank top.  

Almost as if he could sense the urgency that flowed in your veins, telling you to run - he took a step closer to you, studying your reactions. So many questions ran through your brain, how did he get in? Why was he here? But you decided to refrain from hammering questions out, instead shifting your focus to distracting him like you had previously done.

“Why are you here?” You decided this was a decently safe question, turning yourself to fully face the scarred man as your eyes drifted to the front door for a brief moment. It was closed again, and if you were to try and run past him, you’d risk being fried to a crisp. If you were smart about this, then you’d be able to- 

“Go ahead and try it.” He interrupted your thoughts, pulling your attention back to his lopsided grin, which looked menacing as it tugged on his staples. “I can promise that ya’ won’t make it very far.” His hand extended, lighting up a small blue flame at the tips of his fingers. 

Dabi watched as you looked up at him: your big eyes widened, eyebrows furrowed, and full lips parted open. Fuck. He wanted to pounce on you right then and there, but decided to restrain himself. He needed to take his time with this, since his last interaction with you resulted in him being thrown off guard and flat on his ass. He didn’t even think that you had a Quirk - assuming that you were just some mousy little secretary. Until he was shot back from your cowering form, landing hard on a pile of burnt and broken desks. It surprised him, but it also pissed him off. You lingered in the back of his head for days after, which only pissed him off more. He knew that he could melt the pretty skin right off your bones, but for once, he didn’t want to. He wanted to savor this. He was prepared this time, and he wasn’t going to let you escape from him again. No. Not this time.       

The look on Dabi’s face made you squirm, itching to get away from his gaze. He lazily glanced over at his flame before closing his fist. His hand reached down and into the pocket of his oversized coat, searching for something you couldn’t see. 

You can sense the threatening turn that this was about to take, and on instinct, you pushed your hands out, trying to activate your Quirk. Anything to get him away from you. But he was quicker and stronger, even without his quirk. 

He knew that you were going to try and pull the same stunt, but unlike last time, he was prepared for it. In less than a second, Dabi launched himself forward, catching you off guard with his speed. 

“Heh. That’s not going to work this time, doll.” Dabi launched himself forward with a sound that could only be compared to a growl of a hungry animal. He grabbed your wrists with one hand, pinning them against your lap in a matter of seconds, leering over you. His one knee was sandwiched between your thighs, while his foot was still placed on the ground, using it to balance himself over you.  

You let out a sharp cry as he pulled out what looked like a syringe from his jacket. Instantly, your eyes widened and you fought in his hold, twisting and squirming. Your lungs fought for air at the sight of the needle, igniting your flight or fight response.   

“Don’t fight me. It’s a pain in the ass.” He rasped, seemingly unfazed by your weak attempts to push him off. You were no match for him, but he wanted to scare you a little, so he heated up his palms slightly, warning you to stop. 

The heat rushed from your wrists and all the way up to your cheeks, flushing you into stilling. 

“What are you doing!” You cried out.  

“Can’t have you ruining my plans with that annoying quirk of yours.” He grumbled before plunging the needle into your bicep. The pain was jolting, but the feeling of your quirk leaving your body was much worse. You had grown familiar with the constant sense of your quirk lingering in your veins, and now that it was gone, you were terrified. Was it going to come back?  

“I- What!” Your eyes met his, which had deep bag-like scars under them, held in place by makeshift staples. His eyes were bright and blue, but looked as if they never opened quite fully. Scars seemed to liter his entire body, only small portions of his actual skin poked through. He can’t handle his quirk, you thought. 

Dabi felt a shiver of pleasure run down his spine when you looked over his patch-work face, knowing immediately that the sight of him made you uncomfortable. He was used to people shriveling up in disgust at his face, it was nothing new. But this was different. He felt a sense of heat rush all over his body at your confused face, instead of the usual annoyance. 

“Enjoying the view?” He teased, shattering the silence around you two. 

You cringed back in displeasure, the smell of him overwhelming you now. Smoke and burnt flesh singing the hair in your nose.  

“What the fuck do you want from me?” You managed to calm your nerves slightly, but not by much. Dabi was still leaning over you, making you curl up against the back of the armrest. You didn’t like being caged in like this, and you most definitely didn’t like how he peered down at you.

“Your cooperation would be nice, but either way, I’m going to enjoy this.” Dabi answered your question without actually giving you a clear response. The sense of danger only amplified when you watched his lips curl upwards in a manic like smile. You were sure that his staples would have popped out if he opened his mouth any more. You could see them visibly strain, struggling to keep the healthy skin connected to the scarred tissue. 

“Is this because of what happened at the Agency?” You asked, breathlessly moving your attention from his scars to his eyes again. You didn’t want to piss him off more by staring too long at them. Dabi wasn’t an idiot. He knew you were staring at his scars, but could care less. He was used to people staring at him with disgust, and he grew numb to it.

Dabi let out a scoff. “You’re smarter than you look.” 

“Why? I was just-” 

Dabi leered closer to you, making you flinch and stop talking. “Just being an annoying brat? Thinking that you’re better than me because you’re a Hero?” He spat the word out like it disgusted him to even think, let alone speak it. 

Granted, you knew subconsciously that you were better than a murdering psychopath, but decided it would get you nowhere good if you fought that. You weren’t too keen on the idea of dying prematurely, especially by his flames or whatever else he had in store for you. 

“What was I supposed to do?” You asked, brows furrowing in annoyance. “Sit back and take it?” You regretted the words as soon as you said them, watching as Dabi smirked down at you with a borderline lustful gaze. “I didn’t want to die. My body reacted on impulse, that's it.” You quickly corrected yourself.  

You thought you could buy yourself some time by asking him questions, maybe even distracting him so that you could escape. You knew he was unhinged and wondered if there was a way to use that to your advantage.

“Why does it matter? You burned down half of the Agency and the League still made the cover of every newspaper in Japan.” You found yourself getting angry at the reminder. “You’re lucky that Endeavor wasn’t there. You would’ve been-” Your voice morphed into a scream as soon as you mentioned the Flame Hero. The sudden searing heat of his hands make your back arch up and into the Villain, chest brushing against his stapled flesh. He was barely using his quirk, but even the small amount made your skin singe. 

“You think that flaming pile of shit scares me?” Dabi sneered at you, bringing his face level to yours. You stilled when Dabi pressed himself tighter against you, his nose only inches from your own. You realized that you had either struck a nerve by mentioning Endeavor, or that he just really hated Heroes that much. You had assumed the latter, but could tell there was more to it by his reaction. Dabi’s eyes were filled with rage, but the rage wasn’t all directed at you. 

“He’s just another empty Hero that the world praises for nothing. It’s only a matter of time before he’s ripped off that pedestal.” You flinched back at his words, knowing that there was definitely some sort of vendetta between the two flame users.

As scared as you were, you still felt somewhat angered by the Villains words. Endeavor had been nothing but kind to you, seemingly taking you under his wing when you joined his Agency. It was either your pride that made you say the next words, or your own naivety. You didn’t know which one it was. 

“Endeavor is twice the man you’ll ever be.” 

You watched as Dabi’s turquoise eyes narrowed, meeting them as yours widened at his furious expression. If his flames weren’t hot enough, his stare sure was. Dabi’s eyes were blazing with fury, seemingly darkening from their usual brightness. He watched you carefully, weighing his next options. He realized that you were just as surprised at your words as he was, your eyes widening for a moment before glossing over in attempts to hide it. Cute. He could feel you quivering beneath him, fearing what he would do next. 

Despite the swell of pride you felt for a brief moment, you could quickly feel the overwhelming sense of anxiety push forward. Fuck. At this point, you didn’t really care what happened to you. All you wanted was to get away from his terrifying presence. 

Dabi let his guard down for a mere second, maybe even less, and you immediately took advantage of it. Your wrists twisted apart and out of Dabi’s grip, freeing you for a moment from his suffocating grip. Your next move was on instinct; you ball up your fist before winding it back and sending it crashing into his nose. 

Blood immediately gushed from Dabi’s nose, running down his mismatched lips and down his neck. He staggered backwards from the force of your punch, letting out a guttural growl as he wiped the sticky liquid away. 

Again, you wasted no time in throwing yourself over the back of the couch, landing on all fours and scrambling towards the front door. You pumped your shaky legs as fast as they could handle, stumbling as you ran for freedom. You were nearing the kitchen when a blast of sudden heat licked up the back of your thighs, making you shriek in agony and crumple to the hardwood. Your body sprawled out on the cool ground, which was a stark contrast to your clammy and sizzling skin.  

You glanced down at your awkwardly bent legs, seeing the skin begin to redden and sizzle. It wasn’t a fatal burn, but it was one you’d surely remember since the blisters would definitely scar. The pain was too much and you squeezed your eyes shut, sobbing as you still tried to drag yourself away. 

Dabi followed behind you, taking his time as he watched your pathetic attempts at crawling away. He wanted you to have your little moment of hope, afterall, you were going to wish that you were dead after he was done with you. 

He took his time stalking towards you, his rubber soles thudding against the flooring - purposely being slow to hammer more fear into you. He watched your body shake violently from his attack, your face contorting up in anguish as you tried to push yourself up. Dabi could feel himself getting hard as he approached your struggling form. He felt mildly proud, considering you had him in a similar position not too long ago.  

Smiling wickedly, he planted his booted foot on your back and shoved you back down to the ground. “You can’t run from me.”

Your chin met the floor with a sickening crack, eliciting another wave of pleasure down Dabi’s spine at your pained groan. Your body wavered as you felt a droplet of something wet and sticky hit your cheek, directly beneath your eyes.   

“You broke my fucking nose, doll. You’re lucky to still be breathin’ after that.” Dabi chucked, wiping the remnants of his blood from his nose. He relished in your look of disgust when his blood hit your face, seeing the humiliation build up across your pretty face. 

Shakily, you wiped his blood from your face, cringing as he stared back at you. Your teeth gritted together so hard that you thought they’d shatter if any more pressure were applied. Everything was too much; the throbbing in your legs, your quirk being suppressed, Dabi’s taunting gaze, everything. Hatred mixed with hot rage seeped into your blood, making your body vibrate with adrenaline. 

“Weak flames compared to Endeavor.” You hissed roughly, large eyes glaring up at him in spite. 

Dabi ignored the rage that traveled up his body at your words, knowing that you were doing this just to piss him off. Stupid little Hero. You were powerless, weak, and humiliated, but still fought with a sense of pride. He was going to break down that pride of yours, no matter what. He thought as he bent down, fingers lacing through your tousled hair and jerking your face towards his. If you thought pissing him off was going to save you, you were very wrong. Your words only solidified what he was about to do next. 

“Let go of me!” Dabi used your hair as leverage to get you onto your knees, pulling another shocked cry as your hands shot up to your scalp. The stinging of your thighs amplified in this position, and you awkwardly balanced to lessen the pain. 

“I think I have a better use for that mouth of yours.” Dabi’s hand jolted you forwards before releasing your scalp. You hadn’t realized how much you were relying on his grip to keep you steady, because your knees suddenly wobbled and you fell face-first into the bulge of his jeans, letting out a strangled moan as you did.  

Dabi let out a low groan at the feeling of your face pressing into the tent of his jeans. Your hands pressed into his thighs to push yourself upright as your face scrunched up in disgust at the sudden contact. Dabi shuddered while he watched you try and pull away, only to find yourself pressed into his groin again when his hands pulled you back. 

You gasped in shock, not expecting the force of his hand to smush you back into his crotch. The tip of your nose dug into his length, feeling it twitch slightly at the contact. You mewled, senses overwhelmed at the feeling. 

There was something about the way your eyes squinted and you recoiled back in disgust that drove him mad. A weak little Hero like you needed to learn your place, and what better way would you learn than at the knees of a Villain like him? He wanted to humiliate you in the worst way possible, just like you did with him. 

“Oh come on, doll. Don’t tell me a Hero slut like you never sucked cock before?” He snickered down at you. 

You scowled at him in return, peeling yourself away from his crotch to look up at him with reddening cheeks. Try as you might, you couldn’t hide the blush that stung at your pale skin. 

“Awe. You’re getting shy on me now, dollface? Where’d that spunk go?” Dabi released your hair, fiddling with his belt before pulling out his cock. It sprung out and nearly smacked you in the cheek, narrowly missing as you turned your head away. 

“Get the fuck away from me, patchwork!” You hissed, craning your neck up to look him in the eyes.

Dabi watched you with half-lidded eyes, jutting his hips outwards to smack you in the face with his cock. “I’m gonna make sure to force that attitude out of you.” The tip of his dick pressed against your lips, smearing a trail of salty precum all over. 

It was long and thick, bigger than any other you’ve seen. You didn’t want Dabi to think that you were taken back by it, so you kept your face as blank as you could in this position. Your lips pressed tightly in a thin line, refusing entrance. 

At your reluctance, Dabi tapped his foot against the ground and tilted your jaw up with a single finger. “Open up or I’ll burn you again.”

You frowned, swallowing hard before parting your lips for him. Dabi’s eyes wandered across your face, noting how good you looked with your beady eyes and mouth wide open for him.   

You didn’t have much time to think, because Dabi jerked his hips, his cock grazing against your teeth as he hit the back of your throat. 

You gagged instantly, fresh tears pooling at your lash line as you tried to relax your throat. 

“Shit.” He rasped, head tilting back at the feeling of your throat constricting around him. 

You could feel him twitch against the back of your throat, making you gag once again. The tip of your nose flat against his pubic bone, sucking in as much air as you could handle in this position. Your muffled mewls sent Dabi into a frenzy, who gave you no time to adjust before he started to buck his hips. Your hands flew up to his thighs, grounding yourself as you tried not to throw up. 

“Damn. You’re shaking around my cock, you must really be scared, huh?” Dabi rasped above you, his voice dropping a few decibels at the sight of your teary eyes. 

You choked in response, trailing your tongue along his length. He didn’t necessarily taste bad, but the lingering sweat and precum tasted salty on your buds. With your mouth stuffed completely, you couldn’t hold back the drool that spilled out and down your chin.

“That’s it. I knew there was something useful for that mouth of yours.” Dabi brushed the hair out of your eyes, side eyeing you as you groaned around him. The vibrations shot up through your throat, sending a wave of pleasure around him. 

You quickly tore your gaze away from his, focusing on the scarred skin of his stomach instead. You hated this and you would’ve bit him if you weren’t so frightened of the repercussions that would’ve certainly followed. 

Dabi watched you with lazy eyes, peering down at you with a look that could only be compared to a predator stalking its prey. With each thrust of his hips he felt your throat clench around him, wet noises mixing in sync with your terrified sobs. You were a beautiful sight, even with your mascara running down your cheeks and snot coming out of your nose. He hated to admit it, but he had to focus hard on not shooting his load down your tight little throat. 

“There’s no need to be shy.” He rasped, breathlessly before pulling himself out with a plop. A thick trail of spit connected your lips and the tip of his cock. You gulped back air and sputtered, furiously wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.

Dabi smirked as you fell back onto your ass with a hiss. He knew you were probably thinking that he would let you go now, or at least praying for it. Silly girl. He wasn’t nearly finished with you. 

He bent down to your level, stuffing himself back into his pants. You were angry and disgusted, the light in your eyes darkening when you met his gaze. The instinct to run was back again, and you were fighting against your natural nervous system's desire to flee. 

It was endearing Dabi thought, but futile. Your eyes darting to the door for a moment gave your intentions away. He made quick work to grab you before you could even blink, letting out a deep chuckle at your surprised reaction.  

His hands wrapped around your hips and hoisted you over his shoulder. You gasped at the sudden movement, laying uncomfortably across his shoulder as he moved towards what you would guess was your bedroom. 

“You got what you wanted! Leave now!” Your naivety was cute, almost entertaining in a sick sense. You knew deep down that he hadn’t gotten his fill. Villains were greedy after all and he wanted everything you had to offer.  

You bucked against him, only earning a quick slap of your thighs in response. Dabi stalked into your bedroom, opening the door and throwing you down onto the mattress. You bounced slightly and curled up into the headboard, while he peeled back his jacket and shirt at the edge of your bed. You could barely see him in the darkness, his face staples barely reflecting the moonlight that peaked through the curtains. 

“Please. Please don’t do this. I- I don’t want this.” Your lower lip quivered and you felt embarrassed to be begging him. You were supposed to be a Hero; brave and strong until the very end. But watching Dabi strip in front of you made your bravery shrivel up and shred into a million pieces. 

“That’s too bad, doll. I want this, so I’m going to take this.” Dabi grabbed ahold of your ankle, tearing you away from the headboard and flat onto your back. You kicked your other leg, trying to hit the side of his head with your heel. Dabi expected this, catching your other ankle and pinning it down. Your legs were spread open, leaving room for him to rest between.

He crawled up to your level, watching carefully as you turned your head to the side to avoid looking at his hideous face. “You’re not going anywhere this time.” He hummed, breathing into your neck as you tried to buck him off. 

His lips were rough against the soft skin of your neck, working down to nip where your neck met your shoulders. You tried to distance yourself from the moisture of his mouth, but his body kept you trapped. You bit on your lip at the feeling, which sent tingles all the way to your toes. 

“Stop. Get off!” 

Dabi’s hand traveled down to the hem of your shorts, toying with the thin material before ripping them off in a shift motion. Your panties followed suit, exposing your core to the cool air. Instead of throwing your panties on the ground with your pants, he brought the material up to his nose before sniffing. His eyes closed and he let out a deep sigh at your scent, like it was the best thing he had ever smelt. Your jaw dropped in a mix of shock and pure repulsion. You kicked and slammed your fists against his chest, but your efforts were fruitless. 

“You can fight me all you want, but I’m the only one with the real power here.” He pulled away from your neck to look into your tearful eyes, lowering himself slowly between your legs again. “Remember that the next time you parade yourself around the press.” His hands wrapped around your thighs, draping one up and over his shoulder. The cool metal of his staples skimmed across your flesh, his hands keeping you planted in place. 

“What are - no!” Your mind raced as you tried to scoot back from his head, which rested between your legs. 

Your breathing stunted as you shook your head adamantly, your palms pressed flat at your sides as you tried to resist. His hands stopped you before you got anywhere, keeping you pinned to the mattress while he dropped his head lower, watching you with slitted eyes. 

“It’s only fair that I return the favor, doll.” You were about to cry out, but quickly clamped your mouth shut when you felt his breath against your weeping cunt. The thought of accidentally moaning or gasping at his head buried against you was enough to scare you into biting your tongue. 

Dabi’s bright eyes shifted from your chest, which rose and fell quickly, and down to your cunt. His fingers dipped down to spread you further apart, blowing softly on the glistening skin. He could feel his erection press tightly against his pants, but knew that he needed to take his time. You were going to regret ever standing up from that desk at the Agency. He was going to make sure of it. 

He licked his lips, giving you no time to protest as he rubbed his nose from your little hole to your clit. Your thighs tensed around his shoulder, digging your heel into his back. He grinned, watching as your hands tangled into the sheets. Sensitive. He barely even started. 

You suddenly felt his tongue, which was unnaturally hot just like the rest of him. He lapped at your hole, gathering the slick that quickly bloomed and dragging it up and towards your clit. The wet muscle circled around a few times, hitting every sensitive spot he could find. Your hands gripped the sheets in attempts of grounding yourself, but it did little in blocking out the wet sounds that reached your ears. 

There was nothing you could do to stop him when his finger slid into you, meeting little resistance at your sopping hole. Your back arched, the sound of his tongue licking and sucking at your clit sending your brain into a frenzy. The noises were lewd and exaggerated, giving you no mind to picture yourself elsewhere. Anywhere but here. You thought.  

“Nuh!” Your hand slapped over your mouth when the moan slipped out, realizing the mistake you made immediately. 

Dabi paused to glance up at you, watching you with a crooked gaze. Your terrified pupils were blown wide, lips curling back in disgust. He continued to watch you when he curled his finger, pressing directly into that spongy spot of your walls. Another mewl rumbled in your throat and you tossed your head into the sheets. 

“Not so tough now, eh? And here I thought you’d have a little more fight in ya’, but you’re too busy soaking my face.” He cooed, which only made his voice sound even more raspy. 

He pulled his finger out slowly, savoring in the way you gushed and clamped down on it, almost like your cunt knew that it needed to be filled. He pushed it back in, curling upwards before repeating the same motions. Over and over, he twisted and pulled his fingers, pumping them in and out.  

You moaned louder this time, clenching your thighs around his head and arching your chest. The back of your mind screamed in protest, begging for the assault to stop. Your limbs felt like mush, unable to do much except squirm. 

“Right there? Is that it?” 

He repeated the movement a few more times as his mouth latched back onto your throbbing clit. Dabi could feel your resolve dwindle away with each passing stroke of his tongue, seeing your fists loosen and lips part open in pleasure. Your reactions spurred him on, knowing that you were close to cumming. 

His cock strained behind the confinements of his jeans, still rock hard from earlier. It was pure anguish, but he knew what needed to be done. He would only have to wait a little longer… Just a little. 

“Oh my.” You whimpered. 

Dabi’s tongue swirled as his finger pumped in and out of you, sending you over the edge with a final cry. Your cunt gushed over his face, taking both you and him by surprise when the clear liquid squirted out suddenly. You could feel yourself clenching down on his finger, squeezing the appendage tightly as you squealed. 

Dabi licked up everything he could, giving your clit one last flick as he lifted himself from your dripping heat. “Fuck doll, I didn’t think you’d take that so literal.” He wiped his face with his hands, smiling down at you. 

You blushed furiously as your slick ran down his cheeks and jaw. You didn’t know which was worse, the fact that you had squirted all over him or that you had never done that before. You felt rage that he forced you to orgasm, let alone from his disgusting mouth .   

Your body relented, heavy breaths leaving your cracked lips. You had been so lost in your head that you never realized Dabi lining his cock up with your hole. “No! Get off of me!” Your hands slammed into his chest, pushing against his scars. 

“Relax, waterworks.” He taunted, shooting you a singular glare before pinning your wrists above your head. 

Despite the slick that stuck against your thighs and ass, you knew that his cock was going to stretch you to the max. Your eyebrows shooting up when you felt him run it along your folds, gathering your arousal before prodding at your hole. 

“Dabi! Just give me a sec-” Your breathing hitched when he slammed into you, eyes wide and unseeing as your head flew back into the bed. Your throat let out another piercing shriek at the sudden intrusion. The sheer size of him made your insides burn up, sending a painful twist inside your gut. 

“Fuck.” He grunted. “Should’ve bent you over the desk when I first saw ya’, didn’t realize you’d be this tight.” Dabi’s eyes rolled back as he closed them, savoring the feeling of your tight, wet heat that clamped on him like a vice. 

You cringed back, shutting your eyes and grinding your teeth. 

Dabi rolled his hips, focusing on stuffing you full. You hissed, feeling his cock brush against your cervix. Despite the searing pain, your body was growing accustomed to his size. You could hear the faintest sound of your slick pussy squishing around him. 

 “Oh fuck. You’re suffocating.” Dabi bent down towards you, focusing his attack on your lips. You realized this and at the last second, turned your head away. He didn’t mind, instead focusing on peppering kisses and licks on your cheek and neck. 

Tears welled up in your eyes when you felt his tongue lick at your cheek. You twisted your body, trashing in his hold in attempts to throw him off. This barely fazed him, only making him heat up his palms to get you to still. 

“What would your Hero friends say if they saw you now, doll? Pinned under a Villain; squirming and cumming all over me?” Dabi teased, dropping his pelvis onto yours to hit deeper. 

Your jaw slacked open at the new angle. A sudden burst of pleasure traveling up your cunt and to your head. In response, your jaw dropped to let out a low-whiny moan. You wanted to scream at him, but couldn’t find the courage to speak. You felt powerless in the situation, hiccuping and moaning as he drilled into you. 

“There it is. Feels good doesn’t it?” 

“Fuck. Dabi- ” He shuddered when you moaned his name, feeling his core tighten at the soft whimpering of your voice. Your brows furrowed, desperately trying to fight the feelings that he was delivering with each stroke of his cock. 

“Shit. Look at you, doll. Such a pretty sight.” Dabi felt the weight of the world lift from his shoulders when his cock bottomed out inside you. Your tight gummy walls were sucking him in, squeezing him to a point that was almost painful. He never realized that you’d be this much of a slut; so easy and wet, begging to be taken.  

Your eyes rolled back. You were so close, and you knew that you weren’t going to last much longer. You just wanted to focus on the pleasure, not the person that was delivering it to you. He knew instantly what you were trying to do; dropping your wrists and grabbing ahold on your peaked nipple. He gave it a sharp twist, drawing out a sharp cry as he tugged on the hardened bud. 

“Stay with me.” Your hands flew to his shoulders, steadying yourself with his forceful pace. The pads of your fingers traced along his staples before quickly retreating. 

Dabi chuckled, “You can touch them, they don’t hurt.” He moved your arms back over his shoulders, planting them against the textured skin. You whined and shuddered at the feeling of his skin. Every one of your senses were at their max, so sensitive and alert.    

 “D-dabi!” You mewled like a kitten, dragging your nails down his back when his fingers began to assault your clit again.  

“Ah- would you look at that?” Dabi hovered his hand in front of your face, scissoring his index and middle finger to show you the slick that connected the two digits. 

If you weren’t so wound up in the sensation of his cock dragging up and down your walls you would’ve hit him. You only squinted at him, earning a dark chuckle that reverberated against your chest. 

The familiarity of tightness coiled back in your gut, snapping immediately when you saw him lick his fingers clean. The crudeness of his action sent your body over the edge and made you scream out. Your walls fluttered, causing him to drop his hand next to your head for support as his body twitched. 

“There you go.” He hissed. 

You were glad that your orgasm made your eyes roll back, because the look on Dabi’s face would have humiliated you more. He grinned manically, his smile stretching wide enough for him to feel his staples strain to hold the skin together. Your tongue lolling out and drool dribbling down the sides of your jaw was enough to make him peak. 

Your body continued to convulse as he painted your walls white, his cum burning your insides as he filled you. 

“Oh god.” You wanted to protest, but couldn’t. 

“Fuck!” He moaned loud, slowing his pace before pulling out. 

You twitched at the loss of contact, head tilting to rest on the bed as your arms fell from his shoulders. The feeling of his cum slipping out of your abused hole made you tingle, bringing your knees up to curl into a ball. 

“You got what you wanted, now leave.” You managed to whisper, not looking in his direction as he wiped his dick on the sheets of your bed before tucking himself back into his pants.     

His belt clicked as he tightened it back up. “What I wanted eh? Weren’t you the one who came twice? I don’t think we're even just yet, doll.” Dabi closed in on you, dropping beside you and wrapping an arm around your waist to pull your back against his chest. 

You let him guide your exhausted body into his heated one, realizing that there was no point in fighting in your current condition. “We’re just getting started.” He cooed into your ear, nose burying into your matted locks. 

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touya + eggplant ; 3.2k ੈ‧₊˚ for our meet fruit collab ! ‧₊˚✧ ₊˚

touya's message comes across in the early afternoon, when you know he should be working.

the image that comes to mind is — hilariously sweet: him in ill-fitting trousers and freshly combed hair, leaning too far into some desk as he fiddles with his phone. biting his lip, most likely, running the very tip of his tongue across the hole his piercing left behind; amused.

it'd be even better, you think, if he wasn't sending you three eggplant emojis and nothing else.

it's bold, and startlingly so. enough that your heart rate skyrockets and sweat forms instantly on the back of your neck, in the creases of your palms, as you overanalyze three cartoon vegetables harder than you ever have in your life. you could easily believe he's sending this as a drunken joke, but he's been stone-cold sober since he was released, and if that had changed, even in the slightest, yumi would have told you.

you type out four different variations of the same question — asking what the hell that's supposed to mean — before sending none of them. are you...being a weirdo? eggplant emojis are inherently sexual, right? and maybe touya's been away for a while, but surely he would know that. right? in a single, wordless text, he's managed to make you sixteen again; too young to be crushing on your best friend's older brother.

— though you think of him now as he was only days ago: eyes clear and focused, razor sharp and set on you from across the todoroki living room. the very memory makes your stomach churn, violently; just a kid that should be worrying about their studies, and not about a boy that wouldn't give you the time of day.

before your thoughts can get themselves any more scrambled, another text follows suit:

yumi wants to know if u wanna come for dinner

eggplant, you tell yourself, as in the actual food that people eat. the actual vegetable, and not the dickish inquiry you thought it was. you do your best to ignore the little wave of disappointment that washes over you, and then the following crash once you realize that you wouldn't actually mind if he was asking after what you thought he was asking after; you, carnally.

you collect yourself enough to send him a normal, not weird text in response confirming that you'll be there, and his thumbs up comes across almost instantly. as if he'd been waiting for you.

touya was always in and out of their house when you and fuyumi were in school, but you caught him every now and then when things were good. safe at home, doing his best to hold down a job and stay out of trouble, soaking up a warmth from his family he never got as a kid, when their dad was around. how couldn't you have developed such a crush on him? to see him happy and whole, more dangerous than anyone expected, mysterious in a way that excited your teen heart — and kissing up to his mother at the dinner table?

you're not delusional enough to think he ever noticed you or your big goo-goo eyes, but sometimes he would stick his head into his sister's room, to grin and wiggle his eyebrows at you, before getting pelted in the head with a stuffed animal and chased away. it earned a high-pitched laugh from him, more of a game than anything sincere, but you still thought of him while staring at the ceiling in your own bedroom, wishing.

in all the time he was away — in rehab or jail or who-knows-where — you thought you'd outgrown your juvenile infatuation, but — here you are, still, with fevered cheeks at the very thought of him.

here you are, still, taking care to choose your clothes for dinner, as if it were only going to be you and him. fussing with your hair for far too long, as if he would notice. making little crescents with your nails into your palm outside the door to the todoroki house, as if you haven't been here thousands of times.

you've seen him since he's been home, of course, in the last few months, but there's been this weird aura surrounding you both, worse than it was when you were younger. you're tip-toeing around each other and you both know you're tip-toeing, and he's always wearing his little smug smile and looking too long. it's hard to be around him, really. a little easier to text, but every winky face he sends only winds you up even further.

when the front door swings open, you hold your breath unintentionally, neck straining until you realize —

it's only shouto.

"hi!" you say, trying not to sound as winded as you feel, though shouto — as usual — is unimpressed.

he blinks at you, two-toned, and almost rolls his eyes like the rotten teenager he's capable of being, attitude too much like touya's. there's a little doughy dumpling in his hand and he turns away from you while using it to wave further into the house. "she's in the kitchen."

fuyumi, even though you didn't ask. you follow him in and stick your tongue out at the back of his head, before going off to find your best friend — who is, indeed, in the kitchen, surrounded by bowls and utensils and too many real, actual eggplants.

"what did you do?" you ask upon seeing her treasure trove of purple veggies on the counter. "rob a farmer?"

there's really an absurd amount of them, though she doesn't look up from cutting one into little rangiri pieces. "no, actually, they were on sale at the farmer's market!"

you eye one closest to you before poking at it, oblong in shape and — kind of ugly. it feels odd in your hand when you pick it up, but that's probably because you're hyper-aware of every sound in the background of the house, of the burning embarrassment tucked away in your pocket in the form of touya's three emojis. shamefully, your thoughts take a dark turn, and when fuyumi finally glances up, you toss the vegetable back onto the counter too fast.

she snorts and shakes her head, pushing up her glasses with the back of her hand before pointing at the little steamer basket of dumplings near the stove. "try one! before shouto and natsuo eat them all."

you consider it for a moment before weighing just how much eggplant it seems you're going to consume tonight, and decide to wait until after dinner, if they're still there. along with her veggies, she's got a little tub of red miso out and also some pork frying in a pan, as well as too many bowls in the sink already. though you admire her passion for cooking, you know she'll wait to clean until everything is plated, and no one else will help her, so you take to starting on the dishes instead.

the frown she sends you can be felt, but you've been in this kitchen long enough that you think she should just give it up.

there's such comfort to being in here, with her, maybe because you really have done it so many times by now; the water is warm as it runs over your hands, sending little goosebumps up your arms, and you nod your head absentmindedly to the sound of her knife against the cutting board. you absorb the heat from everywhere quickly, and when you begin to smell the garlic and ginger cooking, you feel like a warm, doughy little dumping yourself.

you get lost in it with her and all the tension from the day melts, dissolves completely when you can lightly hear fuyumi humming over her sizzling pan. she tells you about some other things she bought at the market, gossip about a mutual friend you both have, she asks about the shirt you're wearing and why she's never seen it before, and you're rinsing your hands of dish soap when you hear her squeal—

"ah! get out!"

when you peek over your shoulder, you can see touya there, leaning too far over her own, smiling with full cheeks as he investigates what she's cooking. half of a little dumpling is in his hand and he looks down at it, makes a face before turning it over, and then he places it right back in the steamer.

"ew, gross!" fuyumi nudges him away with her elbow before plucking it right back out, trying to hand it back off to him. "nobody wants your half-eaten food."

and then, much to your horror, right in front of his sister — touya's eyes cut across the kitchen to you. one corner of his mouth quirks up in his little smirk and then you're whipping back around to look down in the sink, despite it being empty. his stare can be felt, too. you wonder if it's a todoroki thing.

"ew," fuyumi mumbles. you feel like you've been caught in some kind of way, though you don't doubt she clocked your affections for her older brother the minute they developed.

it's not something she's ever spoken directly to you about, however, which you're grateful for. you don't know how you would be able to handle that discussion, but she's always made sure to pass off the odd and unprompted little updates about touya over the years.

when he speaks again, it's clear his mouth is full. "shouto said he's not settin' the table."

"okay, then you go do it."

"no," touya snorts, "he's the youngest, that ain't fair."

"and you're the oldest, so you can ask him to do it."

"he doesn't listen to me and you know—"

"alright!" fuyumi sighs, and when you peek back at them, she's shoving her knife into his hands and shaking her head to herself, before stalking out of the kitchen.

you unravel out of your little dumpling warmth immediately, though your goosebumps return in full force. touya grins at you, happily, and tosses the kitchen knife in his hands in a way that looks too proficient, too dangerous for what it is. your teen heart thumps loudly in your ears, charmed and enamored by his tragic mystery.

— and then you take in his still-pristine work outfit, openly, now that he's watching you; slacks a little slouchy on his narrow hips, white shirt buttoned up to his neck. the tattoo there is covered up by bandages on purpose, and though he means to simply hide them from view, it only sharpens all his edges.

the small pink, hello-kitty band-aid on his cheek helps, too, in a cutesy way. makes you all too aware of how much has changed over the years. how much he's changed, all the work he's had to do, the dues he's had to pay. your heart swell stubbornly, seriously, and you try to shake it away.

your voice starts out small, embarrassingly enough. "you look nice in your fancy office clothes."

touya's hand slip into his pocket and he rocks back and forth on his heels once, pleased, before looking down at his loose tie. "think so? you like a white-collar man?"

you look back to the sink, shy. it pulls him in; a moth to the flame of your hesitance, and it's not a moment later that he's leaning up against the counter beside you, watching your heated face carefully. the knife at his side gleams in the kitchen light and — you're not afraid of him, couldn't be, but you wonder if anyone else has ever been.

the truth of what landed him in trouble with the law is unknown to you, the one thing fuyumi never shared, and you can't help but to be curious as to why. you're practically family at this point and it's not as if you could ever look down on them, ever, and while you couldn't possibly understand the horror they went through with their father — you can sympathize with the fact that it wasn't easy. that he left scars they'll always nurse.

touya's always been so out of your reach, despite being just down the hall. blame it on time or the slight age difference or your relationship with his sister; it's hard to hope that he could be here, at your side, truly. finally.

instead of answering, you simply turn so that you're facing him, hip leaned against the counter, and the bright eyes he has on your cheeks are almost impossible to be at the mercy of. even worse when his smile grows, boyish-ly cute.

"what, coming on too strong?" he asks, laughing quietly when you put on a brave face and roll your eyes. "figured the emojis would'a opened the door a little."

your cheeks flame, and you press your hands into them to tide back your smile at how — flirty he is. the step back you take doesn't go unnoticed. "i couldn't even believe what i was seeing when you sent those."

"oh, yeah?" the tone of his voice changes then, shifts a bit lower. if you weren't tracking his eyes as they shift down to your mouth, burning a little brighter, you might've though you'd upset him or said the wrong thing. "what'd you think i meant?"

you glance away from him, directly at the ugly eggplant you'd been fiddling with earlier, and the dark thoughts return. when you don't answer right away, he reaches over to flip on the tap, running the knife blade underneath the stream as you map the wide expanse of his hands, the length of his fingers. small, translucent scars litter his knuckles.

"i don't know," you lie, and then it seems like you have said the wrong thing, this time; touya turns a little, placing all his attention in the dish soap and the sponge you'd left out to dry.

you are sixteen, speechless, nervous by his proximity—

"you seein' anyone right now?"

—but this is not the same boy that left you behind.

you have to laugh in order to keep yourself rooted to your spot, here on earth in the todoroki kitchen, and it brings his attention right back to you. "uh," you say, lamely, "what?"

it makes him laugh, too, all your sputtering. "yeah, c'mon. i mean, i know i'm fucked in the head, but," and then he really laughs, open-mouthed, showing off the piercing still in his tongue. "i'm workin' on it, and stuff. renewed and reformed, or whatever."

"hang on," you shake your head quickly, frowning at him as you replay the words over and over; his self-deprecation is so genuine that you almost missed it. "i don't think you're...fucked in the head."

"well, that makes one of us—"

"no, touya, i'm serious," the step closer you take has him looking away, down into the empty sink; hilariously, a mirror of yourself that you never could have imagined seeing. it does strange things to your heart, your stomach, and your nerves. makes you bolder than you really are. "i've never thought that."

he doesn't say anything for long time, choosing to watch droplets of water as they fall from the faucet. his jaw works in the silence, like he's chewing the inside skin of his cheek, like he's thinking too hard.

and then he says, quietly, "i know." he continues without looking at you, sensing the confusion on your face. "i know you never did, 's'why i couldn't..."

you blink, lost suddenly in the meaning of his words and their whirlwind. you think back to all the times he grinned at you from fuyumi's doorway, how uninterested he seemed in you from across the dinner table, his silence on the rare occasions you were alone together.

you've known touya since you were fourteen and he was fifteen. you remember when their parent's got divorced and when touya got his license and when he got locked up, the first time. you've known him through so many of his bad moments and it never dimmed the little stars you had in your eyes for him, and you once thought that was a bad thing, that it would only lead to heartbreak time and time again from him. you once thought it was something only you and fuyumi knew about.

"i am tryin' now," he continues with a sigh, a little winded. "seriously. got this shitty job and am goin' to my meetings. not as big of a piece of shit." when you start to object, he shakes his head and holds up a hand to stop you from arguing. "i know, i just mean...you wanna white-collar guy, i'm a white-collar guy."

you feel shy again, especially as the high points of his cheek flush pink. boyish-ly cute. "so that's why you sent me three eggplant emojis instead of just asking me to come eat dinner?"

touya snorts. "yeah, like i said, i'm workin' on it."

"no, i..." it feels wrong to admit anything to him like this, so close as his grin grows on his handsome face, dimples showing. you've been thinking about moments like this for years, but now that it's here, you feel a little dizzy, looking into his bright eyes. "i like the eggplant emoji." you step away from him for just a moment, to grab his half-eaten dumpling, and his expression grows serious — a little dark — as you nibble on it. "i like the way you...do things."

his smile grows knife-sharp, something he's too good at wielding. "well, in that case—"

"can i come in yet? our dinner is about to burn."

you both whip around to take in fuyumi, hovering at the edges of the kitchen with her arms crossed. watching on, her cheeks tinged pink, too. you try to step away, embarrassed and caught, but touya only leans in, knocking his hip to yours.

fuyumi rolls her eyes at him, but the small smile she sends you has you wanting to be swallowed up by the floor; this isn't a discussion you've ever had to have with her, but now — it's inevitable.

you suppose you can't complain too much.

"okay, you had your moment, now get out," she sticks her tongue out at touya before shooing him away, making a small noise when he pinches your elbow teasingly. it makes him laugh when she swats at him, and he only holds up his hands and tries to drop all his weight back on her as she steers him out of the kitchen.

you fish the knife out of the sink and return to cutting another eggplant once she's back and stirring in her leeks and little miso mixture. the moment is tense between you to begin with — but then she's humming quietly under her breath and knocking her hip into yours, too, tucking you back into the comfort of this house you've always been in. this family you've always loved.

"you know," she murmurs eventually, rolling her eyes with another smile when you glance up at her face. one of the eggplants is weighed in her hands, and even she frowns down at it, before shaking it at you in a way that makes you both laugh. "he made me buy these, by the way."

—tucking you back into the comfort of this family that has, maybe, always loved you, too.

#it's only 6pm in hawaii rn :) #ONE DOWN ONE TO GO BABEY !!!!! #listen. maybe this is trash garbage. maybe. more likely than you think. but i DID IT !!!! #idk best friend's older brother touya 🥺 he's always thought you were too good for him 🥺 #wanted to be the man you deserved 🥺 #ahgkahgkah sorry about this SORRY #edit to add: COULD NOT think of a title for this so its title is literally actually just '🍆' #[ ☆ one shot: dabi/touya ] #✿ willow writes

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WAIT DON'T CLOSE IT YET!!!!! the 'love story told in untraditional format' prompt and DABI??? mm.

would like to meet, touya todoroki ;

pairing touya 'dabi' todoroki x f!reader word count 1.9k synopsis the dregs of society run rampant on hinge, and everyone knows you're not going to meet The One on there. but you know the saying... love does come when you least expect it. alternatively: catching feelings through the hinge dms. content contains one reference to jumping off a building, some sexual jokes author's notes OK not necessarily a love story, but there are feelings in involved, i swear. this is supposed to be fun & silly!!!!

You nearly throw your phone across the room. Download Hinge, your friends encouraged you. It’ll be fun! 

You frown at Shigaraki’s ever-so-eloquent opening line of I’d blow yo back out. Yeah, you can see why this app was designed to be deleted. The fucking dregs of society are crawling all over this thing. Just one nice, well-adjusted individual. That’s all you’re asking for! 

Apparently, any decent guy is either taken or not on Hinge. You debate throwing in the towel and just meeting someone organically, like, out in public, exactly as the good lord intended, but right before you do, your phone vibrates.

New Notification!

Hinge | Dabi liked your image!

Hinge | Dabi sent you a chat!

It’s a Friday night, and you know for a fact that there is not a single sane man on this app, especially at this hour. Considering the fact that you’re sitting in bed right now, about to rewatch Pride & Prejudice for the sixth time this week, what else do you have to lose? Dignity? You open the app.

Apr 22 10: 24 PM

Dabi: You’re hot, what’s wrong with you

You: ?? 

Dabi: You’re too hot to be single and on here. What’s your deal 

You: you’re on here too? 🤨

Dabi: Would you say I’m too hot to the point where it’s suspicious I’m on here

You: i’m not here to give you an ego boost

Dabi: Then what’s the point of being on here

You: so you just get on here for free compliments?

Dabi: Maybe I have premium. Maybe I pay for these compliments 

You: yeah, you look like the type to pay for hinge premium ngl 

Dabi: Bye I’m going to talk to girls that are easier to manipulate 

You: please do 🙏 

Apr 23 1:21 PM

Dabi: Did you miss me

Apr 23 3:15 PM

You: so much

Apr 23 4:47 PM

Dabi: How much

Apr 23 6:01 PM

You: i was going to jump off a bridge if u didn’t text me 

Apr 23 8:01 PM

Dabi: Damn that’s crazy

Dabi: How I don’t care 

Apr 23 10:15 PM

You: don’t you have anyone else to bother

Dabi: I want to bother you though 

You: you probably scared off every girl you’ve ever come in contact with 

Dabi: True

Dabi: Except for you because you’re stupid

You: you pay for hinge premium, there’s an idiot in this conversation but it’s def not me

Dabi: I was joking 

Dabi: I don’t have money like that

You: i can tell

You: you probably take girls out for coffee as a first date, and then make them venmo u their half of the bill

Dabi: Nah

Dabi: I make her pay the full amount

You: i’m not surprised

Dabi: That was a joke too

Dabi: I never take girls out 

You: thank God

You: you’d probably be every girl’s worst date story

Dabi: Want to test that theory out 

You: no thanks, i don’t feel like being content material for some crime podcast 

Dabi: Smart girl

Apr 24 12:13 PM

Dabi: Wyd

You: at the police station, filing a restraining order on you 

Dabi: Damn 

Dabi: You want to be the one to put me in cuffs

You: the officer here actually has pink cuffs, i know some guys find that emasculating but you seem like you wouldn’t mind

Dabi: I love pink actually 

Dabi: I’m so down

You: i think you’re my dream guy

You: more like my sleep paralysis demon, but same difference 

Dabi: Aw you think of me when you sleep

Dabi: You’re that obsessed already

You: stfu 

Dabi: Don’t feel bad 

Dabi: I’m a munch fr

Dabi: I need u

You: what you need is to be put on some medication 

Dabi: Yeah you’re my medication

You: you need to be psychologically evaluated 

You: r u a social experiment 

Dabi: Stop flirting with me 

You: you’re so childish

Dabi: Am I bothering you

Dabi: Do I elicit strong emotions 

You: you don’t look like someone who knows the word elicit 

Dabi: I’m in grad school

You: wow

You: this is the first time you’ve left me genuinely speechless 

Apr 24 3:55 PM

Dabi: Yo when’s ur bday 

Dabi: Do you have any siblings 

You: are u gonna ask for my mother’s maiden name too 

Dabi: Yeah actually 

Dabi: Give me your ssn while you’re at it

You: ur a creep, ur lucky ur cute

Dabi: Wow, you can’t have deep convos with anyone any more without being accused of trying to get answers to their security questions

You: tell me something abt you first

Dabi: My dad sucks

You: yeah you look like you would have daddy issues

Dabi: Lmao

Dabi: I’m being fr though

You: yeah, a lot of dads do suck. what abt the rest of ur family?

Dabi: I haven’t seen them in years

You: oh

You: do they suck too?

Dabi: Nah

Dabi: I moved out as soon as I could 

You: your dad was that bad?

Dabi: The worst

You: are you trying to get pity pussy rn???? don’t tug on my heartstrings if it’s all just a lie

Dabi: Damn wtf

Dabi: But also depends. Do u wanna give me some pity pussy rn

You: bye i thought we were actually having a serious moment 

Dabi: I wasn’t lying. Swear

Dabi: Now tell me something too

You: im an attention seeker. that’s why im on here

Apr 25 1:56 PM

Dabi: Did u miss me not giving u attention

Apr 25 3:56 PM

You: sorry, i was having really crazy sex waiting for u to come back

Dabi: Fire

Dabi: You deserve it

Dabi: Me next?

You: only if you promise to tell me u love me before the post nut clarity hits

Dabi: I love manipulating women during sex

Dabi: Anything for u 

You: you say that but someone else is in my dms telling me that i can be his housewife and raise our kids and never work a day in my life again so pls top that offer 

Dabi: DAMN

Dabi: I bet he’s boring 

You: he’s not boring, we’re actually getting married and gonna have a big family

Dabi: Well clearly the fact that ur talking about him to me shows that u aren’t interested in him 

You: i’m telling u abt him so u have something to aspire to

Dabi: Damn you should date him then 

You: that’s the first intelligent thing you’ve said 

Apr 26 7:00 AM

Dabi: I hate you

Dabi: Wyd today

You: pls mind ur own business 

Dabi: Smd

Dabi: Tell me or I block you

Apr 26 8:19 AM

Dabi: U suck

You: and swallow

Dabi: No you don’t

Dabi: You probably spit it out

Apr 27 9:34 AM

You: true but in my defense, you look like you would produce something that tastes like toxic waste

Dabi: Were u deadass ignoring me 

You: don’t be so needy, dabi. it’s not a good look

Dabi: Sorry that was a moment weakness 

Dabi: So what now

Dabi: Is this when u give me ur insta

You: i don’t have any social media

Dabi: Nah you’re a catfish

You: maybe

Apr 27 1:34 PM

Dabi: Wyd

You: you’re a true wyd warrior, do u realize that

You: i’m currently getting my back blown out by a dude who posted his headshot as one of his hinge pics. i am not even faking my moans.

Dabi: Stfu 😂

Dabi: Do u even know what sex is

Dabi: Name one position 

You: easy, missionary 

Dabi: Well you’re on your phone so obviously the sex you’re having isn’t that good 

You: im just a good multitasker 

Dabi: tell me if ur shit is grippy

You: hold on, let me ask him

Dabi: Whats his name

Dabi: Whats he saying

You: don’t worry abt his name

You: he told me im gripping him so tight, it’s like i’m trying to take his blood pressure rn

Dabi: LMAO 

Dabi: That means ur not attracted to him

You: wow, a guy who knows that tight doesn’t equal aroused, i’m genuinely impressed w you 

You: and for the record, i would never actually fuck a guy who posts a professional headshot as one of his pics on hinge 

Dabi: Oh now you tell me

Dabi: Guess I have to cancel the appointment I just made to get a headshot done 

Apr 28 6:20 AM

Dabi: Im leaving Okinawa to go back to work. I’m sad, cheer me up

You: just commit a crime so they won’t let you leave

You: also i think maybe u need a psych eval or smth bc why are u still talking to me 🤨

Dabi: Nah tbh you’re the most interesting person on here

Dabi: I’m gonna go to tokyo and commit a crime on u 

You: yea, u not being in my guts rn should be a crime

Dabi: Chill my dick isn’t big enough for that 😂 

You: i want you to seek professional help

Dabi: I want u to seek these nuts in ur mouth

You: when should i ghost you

Dabi: Whenever u want bae you can ghost me anytime 

Apr 28 7:26 AM

Dabi: REPLY

You: u literally told me i could ghost u anytime WHAT IS UR DEAL

Dabi: Damn ok well when you do at least say goodbye

You: when i do, i’m reporting ur hinge account in the hopes that u get banned and have to resort to meeting women irl

You: i’m actually reporting ur account rn

Dabi: Good idea

Dabi: I’ll report u too 

Dabi: Before you get banned from hinge, can I have your number

You: no

You: i don’t give my number out to random ass strangers online

You: and ‘dabi’ is a weird name to have saved in my contacts

Dabi: Touya

Dabi: That’s my real name

You: oh

You: who the hell uses a fake name on a dating app??? 😭

Dabi: Stranger danger is real

Dabi: If I take you out on a date will you give me your number

You: a REAL date???

Dabi: Yeah I’m actually a gentleman in case you couldn’t tell

You: i don’t know how i could’ve missed that fact.

Dabi: I’m being fr though

Dabi: Dinner reservations and everything

You: are you paying the entire bill 🤨

Dabi: Why wouldn’t I

You: hmmm

You: every sex joke i made was definitely just a joke though, pls don’t get any crazy ideas

Dabi: Obviously you were joking, I’m not an idiot

You: you’re not gonna try to hit on the first date?

Dabi: If it’ll make you more comfortable, I’ll tape a 10 ft pole to my chest so I can’t get anywhere near you

You: cute

Dabi: Dinner tomorrow?

You: yes, dinner tomorrow 

Dabi: And if I do well, I get your number?

You: hmmm

You: i guess

Dabi: Fuck yeah

Dabi: I’m tired of texting you through hinge 

You: you only get it IF you do well

Dabi: I’m gonna rock your shit 

Dabi: Romantically 

You: sure you will

Apr 30 12:01 AM

Are you sure you want to delete the Hinge app?

Yes | No

You selected Yes! Reason for deletion?

[ ] No new matches

[ ] App is difficult to work with

[ ] Found another app to use

[ X ] I met someone

#dabi x reader #touya todoroki x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #one shot #drabble #fluff #imagine

[everyoneisalittlesadalittlehorny]

It doesn’t start soft. You approach each other like it’s war and you’re charging at the enemy. Except enemies would never taste each other’s mouths like you and Touya are right now.

Your arms are already laced around his neck, your fingers in his thick black hair. You’re pulling his hair, every time he uses his tongue just right. He is holding you close with his arms locked around your back. It doesn’t mean his hands don’t roam.

He is grabbing your hip, pulling you into him. Having your arms over his shoulder meant your tshirt was riding up a bit and he found this patch of skin.

Man’s skin was like his mom’s meaning he was colder to the touch but sometimes his quirk left his skin quite hot. You just never knew what to expect.

His fingers cold and smooth just traced light waves on your exposed hip. You gasp. You wriggle in the circle of his arms. You both know you’re dripping now. You jerked at the ticklish sensation and ended up pressing your crotch to his.

Who can stop you now.

You wrap a leg around him, settling into a delicious rhythm already. You part from his lips, just to look at his dazed but urgent expression. His mouth is glistening from your wetness, like a dew drop in the morning light. If he was a painting you’d look at it forever. But which master can capture his beauty? You let out a soft sigh.

Your sounds rile him up, your near growls when he is making you orgasm for the third time, your mewls when he is giving it to you from behind, your gasps when he manages to surprise you, your moans when the two of you are kissing each other like it’s the first and last time- every one of those sounds.

You can feel yourself getting goosebumps. Your nipples were definitely following suit. The monster, he was teasing you. He was dragging his fingers up and down your body, almost touching you where you wanted him to but casually avoiding it. You didn’t realise that you were frozen. You are just enjoying his hands on you, and so is he. You gasp again, so close to your perky nipples but he is just waiting. You open your eyes to see what he was doing, not giving you the sweet pleasure you expected.

He was watching you, he was waiting for you to look at him. He looks into your eyes when gently pinches both your nipples.

You arch your back, pushing your chest forward, as if you’re begging for more in the most lewd way possible. You can feel the heat between your legs. How does he know to work your body like this?

#smut #fluff #dabi #bnha #mha #touya todoroki #todoroki touya x reader #dabi x reader #one shot #drabble #making out

[inkykeiji]

i still cannot believe dabi actually showed up in this lil white number like he is such a theatre kid

like genuinely got himself all dressed up for this fight and kept the belt—because of course he did, because the belt is iconic, the belt has come with him throughout all three of his outfit changes—and showed up looking sexy as hell to what he was essentially intending to be his own funeral.

he definitely has a flare for the dramatic!!!

#also i know people are all up in arms over this one shot and how awful it looks compared to the manga and i’d just like to ask #where the heck u people have been for seasons 3-5 #where dabi was consistently drawn SO funky looking #we are LUCKY they did him so well in the touya reveal #and also;;; i don’t think it’s fair to judge this entire scene based on this single image #but yeah bones drawing dabi to look mediocre at best is not anything new or surprising #i genuinely hope they DONT do it in this fight #but i won’t be surprised if they do #they’ll never compare to how beautifully hori draws *any* of his characters #they also just can’t fit the detail into the anime #but anyway~ yeah #saw this and this was my first thought HAHAHA #clari chatters #inky.dabi #inky.bnha

[haiseovo]

DABIXFEM!READER

yall dont come for me with my inconsistencies please i am literally not having a baja blast rn

but you know what i am having? too many thoughts, as usual

warnings: NSFW MINORS DNI, PiV sex, f!receiving oral, overstim if you look hard enough, i am sleep deprived lol not proofread im so sorry-

Dabi, who could care less for the lives of others. who kills without thinking twice about it and had never had a single person he would worry about, not even himself. that is, until he meets you. sweet, soft, but feisty. he was whipped from the moment you glared at him because he was staring too hard. and the moment you gave in and let him have you, he gave you everything he had.

he is a man of few words, believing actions were more important anyways. so although he never told you he loved you, you could tell. it was in the warm baths waiting for you at home after a long day, or the (most likely stolen) flowers that sat on your kitchen counter at least once a week. it was in the kisses to the bridge of your nose in the morning or his hand that always found your waist whenever you both were out running errands together.

Dabi shows his love in letting you in, seeing him for all he is. the monster he sees himself as when he turns his enemies into nothing but ash. he shows his love when he tells you his real name with a grimace, the letters seeming to burn him like acid. but when you repeat it. "Touya.." it sounds so sweet, so right coming from your lips. its like you covered the two syllables in honey and sugar for him, dripping with the sticky goodness for him and only him to indulge in.

he shows his love in private, as he pins you to your couch in your living room, mismatches lips peppering all over your skin, soft and gentle at first, slowly progressing into deep passionate bites and sucks on your soft flesh, turning the skin a deep purple to match his burns in a much nicer way. he shows his love in the way he tears your clothes off of your body like they are offending him with their presence, and they are. how dare the measly pieces of fabric hide the body of the only girl he will ever love.

he shows his love as he dives between your folds, large hands warm as they borderline engulf your thighs in his hold, thumb rubbing soothing circles as he laps and sucks on your sensitive clit. he moans at your taste, almost instantly intoxicated by you. he spreads you open further to leave long licks from your hole up to your clit, a deep sigh leaving his nose as you tremble beneath him. he buries his tongue deep in your soaking hole, pushing it in and out of you as one of his thumbs keeps your little bud sensitive. he doesnt stop until you've given him everything you can, shaking and crying beneath him.

Dabi shows his love in every thrust of his hips, slowing sinking into you, sadistic smile on his pretty face as he watches your eyes roll back. his eyebrows pinch together as he mockingly fakes a look of sympathy.

"i-its too big"

'i know baby, i know. you can take it for me, cant you? yeah, just like that, good girl."

he doesnt stop fucking into your weeping and abused pussy, just barely holding himself over you on his forearms. he keeps your mouth occupied, sucking on your tongue, biting and nibbling on your pouty bottom lip, prying it open so he can spit in it. the room is filled with the sounds of your high pitched and whiny moans, and the sound of his cock slamming into you. his fingers are laced with yours, holding one of your arms above your head as his other hand holds your thigh to his hip, keeping you nice and open for him each time you cum.

you're reaching that peak again, writhing beneath your raven haired boyfriend, hips weakly trying to meet his forceful thrusts in a pathetic attempt to reach that high, only earning a soft chuckle.

"you close baby? yeah?" "y-yea- oh fuck Touya, please! wanna cum for you! please-ah-pleasepleaseplease-" "shh doll, go ahead." he angled his hips to hit that sweet spot inside of you, reaching between your legs to rub tight circles on your clit. he barely parts himself from your lips, leaving just a hair between you both as his hips thrust into your harder. your eyes roll back slightly and he breathes in every moan you let out, clenching around him so tights you've got him on edge. "fuck doll, just like that, squeezing my cock so good. cum on my cock, c'mon, cum for me." his words send you over edge, your back arching against him, pressing your chest to his, your vision going white as you cum, a creamy white ring decorating the base of your lovers dick so prettily. Dabi is quick to follow you over the edge, holding you down and fucking you through your high and into his, spilling himself deep inside your warmth, filling you up and fucking his essence right back into you, his hips slowly coming to a stop. he keeps himself situated in you as he leaves sloppy kisses up the hollow of your throat, bringing you back to him.

he shows his love when he slowly pulls out, picking you up anc carrying you to the bathroom to clean you up, your brain too fucked out to think for the rest of the night. he shows his love with the hot shower and hoodie he lets you use to sleep. shows his love when he tucks you in and pulls you close, mumbling a quiet 'did so good for me' into your damp hair, letting you fall asleep.

#dabi x reader #dabi my hero academia #dabi x you #dabi x y/n #bnha #my hero academia #my hero academia fanfic #bnha fanfiction #dabi smut #touya x y/n #touya todoroki #touya smut #fanfic #anime fanfic #female reader #one shot

[lvoryingrid]

Can you do a part 2 of the Teasing one-shot?

Sure 🌸!!! Thank you so much!

Teasing pt.2

Touya Todoroki x fem!Reader

(Quirkless AU)

Part 2 of this

Synopsis: (Y/n) and Touya navigate the complexities of their relationship, which has evolved from years of teasing and banter. As they share their vulnerabilities in the dimly lit confines of Touya's room, a surprising confession unfolds. Touya reveals that his mischievous behavior was a defense mechanism to hide his longstanding feelings for (Y/n).

Warning: 🔞 minors do not read/interact: contains 18+ content, smut/erotica,

Touya, with a confident yet mischievous smile, gestured for (Y/n) to follow him as he led the way through the familiar corridors of his house. The subtle creaks of the floorboards beneath their feet served as a reminder of the need for discretion.

As they approached Touya's room, he turned to (Y/n) with a playful glint in his eyes. "Careful not to trip over anything, I wouldn't want you waking everyone up," he teased, the corners of his lips quirking up in amusement.

(Y/n), still flustered from the unexpected turn of events, rolled her eyes at Touya's remark. "This is your plan, isn't it? To embarrass me?"

Touya chuckled, enjoying the playful banter. "Consider it payback for all those times you deprived me of your cute reactions."

Reaching Touya's room without any family members taking notice, he quietly opened the door, ushering (Y/n) inside. The dim glow of the bedside lamp cast a warm ambiance in Touya's room, creating an intimate atmosphere that seemed to echo the unspoken tension between (Y/n) and him. The walls, adorned with posters of rebellious rock bands, hinted at Touya's rugged interests, while the scattered leather jackets on his desk chair whispered of a rebellious spirit.

As Touya playfully gestured for (Y/n) to take a seat on his bed, she couldn't help but notice the traces of his personality scattered across the room. The air carried a subtle scent of cigarettes, a detail that added to the mysterious allure of Touya Todoroki. An ashtray on his desk served as a silent witness to the moments spent lost in thought, surrounded by the quiet solitude of his sanctuary.

(Y/n), feeling a mix of nerves and excitement, settled onto the bed beside Touya. The mattress, worn from years of use, cradled them in a cocoon of comfort. Touya, still wearing that mischievous smirk, wrapped an arm casually around her shoulders, drawing her closer in a gesture that felt oddly reassuring.

"So, what's the plan now?" (Y/n) inquired, her voice a delicate melody of curiosity and uncertainty.

Touya, leaning in with a subtle grin, replied, "The plan? Well, that depends on you." His turquoise eyes locked onto hers, an intensity in his gaze that hinted at the unexplored possibilities of the night. "We could continue where we left off at the club, or we could just talk. The choice is yours."

The room, shrouded in a comfortable darkness, seemed to invite a moment of introspection. The dim light played over (Y/n)'s features, highlighting the gentle flush on her cheeks. Touya, seemingly unaffected by the play of shadows, continued to watch her with a gaze that held a mixture of playful amusement and genuine interest.

The distant sounds of the night outside Touya's window added to the ambiance, a subtle soundtrack to the choices that hung in the air. The room, with its rock and roll aesthetic, became a backdrop for a quiet dance between two souls on the edge of discovery.

(Y/n), torn between the allure of the mysterious night and the comfort of a genuine conversation, took a moment to collect her thoughts. "Let's talk first," she finally decided, her voice a gentle whisper that cut through the silence. "I need to understand what's happening here, Touya."

Touya, his arm still draped casually around her, nodded in agreement. "Alright, talk. I'm all ears," he encouraged, the playful glint in his eyes softening into a genuine curiosity.

(Y/n), gathering her thoughts, began, "Firstly, what was that back there? You've never been this bold before, and I'm not complaining, but I need to know what's going on."

Touya's movements were fluid and deliberate as he leaned back against the plush headboard, his hands casually supporting his weight. The room's dim lighting cast shadows across the planes of his face, accentuating the sharp angles and adding an air of mystery to his confession. His fingers, calloused and expressive, traced absent-minded patterns on the bedspread as he delved into the revelation that lingered on the tip of his tongue.

In a subtle, almost reflexive motion, Touya's hand slipped into the pocket of his worn leather jacket. Retrieving a pack of cigarettes with a practiced ease, he held it between his fingers. The flicker of the bedside lamp highlighted the silver lining of the cigarette pack, catching the glint in Touya's turquoise eyes as he continued, "You want the truth? Fine. I've liked you for a long time, (Y/n)."

The room seemed to hold its breath as the words hung in the air, charged with a tension that spoke of unspoken desires and vulnerabilities. Touya's gaze, now a mixture of sincerity and a hint of vulnerability, locked onto (Y/n)'s eyes. The soft ember glow of the cigarettes in his possession created an almost cinematic ambiance, casting an allure over the confession.

(Y/n)'s mind raced as she processed Touya's revelation, her eyes searching his for sincerity amidst the dimly lit room. The flickering light from the bedside lamp cast shadows across Touya's features, emphasizing the vulnerability etched into his expression. The room seemed to hold its breath, caught in the weight of unspoken confessions.

"So, all these years of teasing and banter were just a way to hide your feelings?" (Y/n) finally voiced the question, the air thick with a mixture of anticipation and newfound understanding.

Touya's gaze met hers, and he nodded, his turquoise eyes revealing a vulnerability that was rarely seen. "Yeah," he admitted, his voice carrying a raw honesty that echoed in the quiet room. "It was my messed-up way of dealing with it. But since you stopped reacting to it and seeing you tonight with Shoto and his friends, I couldn't stand it. I wanted you to notice me, to see a different side of me. Besides Shoto's brother."

The subdued light danced across Touya's face, casting a play of shadows that mirrored the complexities of his emotions. The remnants of a half-smoked cigarette in his hand emitted a faint trail of smoke, adding an ethereal quality to the atmosphere.

(Y/n), her own vulnerability laid bare traced the contours of Touya's confession with a thoughtful expression. "A different side of you..."

Touya smirked a hint of self-mockery in his tone, as he ruffled his pale white hair. "I'm not exactly the best at expressing my feelings. Besides, where's the fun in just telling you?"

As the weight of Touya's confession settled in the room, (Y/n) found her voice, the vulnerability in her eyes matched by a newfound courage. "Touya, I... I like you too," she admitted, her words hanging in the air like a delicate confession.

Touya, taken aback by the unexpected admission, looked at her with a mix of surprise and genuine emotion. The flickering light from the bedside lamp played on his features, emphasizing the sincerity etched into his expression. "You do?" he asked, a hint of disbelief tinting his voice.

(Y/n) nodded, a shy smile playing on her lips. "I always had a crush on you, but I never thought you could ever like me back. I thought you saw me as just Shoto's kid friend... I thought it was just a game for you."

Touya, his guarded demeanor softening, closed the gap between them. "It was never just a game, (Y/n)."

The room seemed to shrink as the intimacy of their confession unfolded. Touya gently cupped (Y/n)'s face in his hands, his touch a mixture of reassurance and a silent promise. "I'm done hiding, and I want you to see the real me," he confessed, his turquoise eyes searching hers for acceptance.

(Y/n), her heart racing, met his gaze with a newfound understanding. "I want to see the real you, Touya," she whispered, her breath mingling with his in the intimate space between them.

As the unspoken tension dissipated, Touya leaned in, his lips capturing hers in a tender yet passionate kiss. The room, now a witness to the unveiling of their true feelings, seemed to hum with an energy that transcended words.

The half-smoked cigarette in Touya's hand rested in the ashtray on the bedside table, forgotten in the wake of a connection that had finally found its voice.

As Touya's lips met hers, (Y/n) felt a rush of emotion wash over her. The taste of his cigarette-tinged lips was intoxicating, and she melted into the kiss, her hands finding their way up to his shoulders. He was so warm and solid, and the way he held her made her feel safe and wanted.

She could feel the heat rising in her chest, spreading through her body as their tongues danced together. The kiss deepened, becoming more urgent, and more passionate, and the sensation sent a shiver down her spine.

With each breath they exchanged, their connection grew stronger, and more intense. The world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in this moment.

Finally, they pulled away from each other, both gasping for air. Touya's turquoise eyes searched hers, and she could see the emotion swirling behind them. He looked at her like she was the most important person in the world, like she was everything he'd ever wanted.

"I've wanted this for so long," he murmured, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. "I'm sorry it took me so long to tell you how I feel."

(Y/n) smiled up at him, her heart still racing. "It's okay," she whispered, her hand finding its way back to his cheek. "I'm glad you did."

The air between them seemed to lighten, becoming less charged with emotion. They leaned in again, this time for a slower, more tender kiss. It was like they were both exploring each other, learning the shape and feel of the other's lips, the rhythm of their breath.

Time seemed to slow down as they lost themselves in the moment, as the world around them faded away and there was only the two of them, their connection growing stronger with each passing second.

As the kisses grew more intense, Touya began to feel a burning desire coursing through his veins. He nibbled on her earlobe, eliciting a soft moan from her throat, and then made his way down her neck. His fingers traced the delicate column of her throat, feeling the rapid beat of her pulse beneath his touch. He couldn't help but get lost in the sensation, in the need to leave his mark on her.

His lips found a spot just below her earlobe, and he gently bit down. A sharp intake of breath escaped her lips, and he felt her entire body tense beneath his touch. It was intoxicating. He repeated the motion, this time harder, feeling her yield to him, her body melting into the bed. He moved lower, kissing and sucking his way down her neck, leaving a trail of hickeys and bruises in his wake.

"Touya…" she gasped, her voice barely audible over the pounding of their hearts. "That feels so good…"

Her words fueled his passion, and he continued his assault on her neck, his lips and teeth leaving a tangible mark on her skin. He sucked on a particularly sensitive spot, feeling her entire body quiver in response. His cock, hard as a steel rod in his black jeans throbbed with need. He knew he had to be inside her soon, feel the warmth and wetness of her body surrounding him.

Pulling away from her neck, he looked down at her, their gazes locked. Her skin was flushed, her eyes dark with desire. "Are you ready for me?" he whispered in her ear, voice hoarse.

She nodded, her lips parted, her breath ragged in need. "Yes," she whispered, reaching for him. "Please, Touya…"

Touya, his heart racing with excitement and anticipation, couldn't help but smile down at (Y/n), her gaze locked on him. The way she looked at him, with a mix of affection and desire, made him feel like he was the only person in the world. He wanted nothing more than to explore this newfound connection with her.

He couldn't help but feel self-conscious as he pulled his jacket and band T-shirt off, revealing his toned chest and stomach. Her eyes widened, and a blush crept up her neck. He loved the way she reacted to him, and it only made him want her more. "Like what you see, sweetheart?" he whispered holding her chin, so as to not avoid his gaze.

"S-shut up" she exclaims. With a soft chuckle, he slipped his arms around her waist and gently pulled her off the bed, their bodies pressing together. He can feel her heart racing against his chest as he leans down, kissing her neck. Her soft moans send a shiver down his spine.

He reaches around to her back, unzipping her dress with practiced ease. The material slips down her shoulders, revealing her lacy black bra and the curve of her breasts. He can feel her breath hitch as he cups her breasts in his hands, his thumbs brushing against her hardening nipples.

The room seemed to spin as Touya's lips met hers, sending a shiver down her spine. The feeling of his weight pressing her into the soft mattress was both exhilarating and overwhelmingly arousing. With a gentle nudge, he pushed her forward onto the bed, positioning himself above her. His turquoise eyes bored into hers, and she could see the raw desire burning behind them.

"Are you sure you want this?" he asked, his voice hoarse with need.

She nodded, feeling a thrill race through her as she arched her back beneath him. "I've wanted this for so long," she whispered, her fingers tangling in his hair.

His answering smile was predatory, hungry. Lowering his head, he captured her breast in his mouth, sucking hard through the lace of her bra. Her back arched further, a moan escaping her lips as pleasure coursed through her. He released her momentarily, only to trail his lips down her stomach, over her navel, and lower still.

The feel of his warm breath on her inner thigh sent a jolt of desire straight to her core. "Touya…" she breathed, her hips arching off the bed as he teased her. His fingers found their way beneath the lace of her black panties, and she gasped as he slipped them aside, revealing her to his touch.

He growled low in his throat, his fingers finding her entrance and pressing inside her. "You're so wet for me," he murmured, thrusting his fingers deeper. "So ready." He began to move his fingers in and out of her in a steady rhythm, their hips meeting in time as they found a rhythm together.

She cried out, her body tightening around his fingers as she felt the building pressure within her. "Touya, please…" she begged, her hips bucking upwards in desperation for release

He kicked off his black jeans, revealing his hardened length to her. With a groan, he pushed her legs up over her head, spreading her wide before him. His eyes never leaving hers, he positioned himself at her entrance, and with one hard thrust, he buried himself deep inside her.

The feeling of being claimed, of being filled to the brim by him, was almost too much to bear. She arched her back, crying out in ecstasy as their bodies met in a frenzy of motion. He began to move inside her, his hips slamming against hers in a rhythm that was both primitive and unstoppable.

He couldn't hold back any longer. With a primal growl, he thrust deeper, hips meeting hers in a powerful stroke. She cried out, her nails digging into his back, and he felt himself losing control, his hips pistoning faster and faster as he sought release.

The world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only their bodies and the intense connection they shared. The room was filled with the sounds of their moans and gasps, the slapping of their skin against skin, and the rhythmic thudding of their hearts.

The curtains gently brushed against the window beside them. The light of the moon streamed in, casting a soft, silvery glow across the bed. Touya, overcome with passion, began to lose control, his hands tangling in (Y/n)'s hair as he pulled her closer.

But just as the intensity of their embrace reached a crescendo, (Y/n) stuttered, "T-Touya, we need to be quiet." Her heart raced as she glanced nervously toward the door, her cheeks flushing crimson in the pale light.

Touya froze, his body tense as he registered her words. "Oh, right," he whispered, his voice thick with desire. "Sorry." He leaned back slightly, his eyes searching hers for understanding.

(Y/n) bit her lower lip, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and arousal. "It's just… we don't want to wake anyone, you know?" she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

A slow smile spread across Touya's face as he gazed at her. "Don't worry, I'm sure they won't mind," he murmured, nibbling on her earlobe. His hand wandered down her shoulder, tracing the curve of her breast before cupping it.

Her breath hitched, and she arched her back into his touch. "Touya…" she whimpered, her hips moving involuntarily against his hand. "You're going to make it hard to keep quiet."

He chuckled softly, the vibration sending shivers down her spine. "That's the idea," he whispered, leaning in to kiss her again. This time, their lips moved in perfect harmony, their tongues tangling together as they explored each other's mouths.

Her fingers dug into his shoulders, urging him closer, as her body craved his touch. She could feel the heat between them, could feel the passion and desire that had been building for so long. With each kiss, each caress, they grew closer, more connected.

Their moans mingled together in the quiet room, a soundtrack to their unspoken love. They moved together, their bodies a dance of desire, each movement more urgent than the last.

"T-Touya I'm..." (Y/n) threw her head back, arching her back off the bed as her orgasm crashed over her in a wave of pure ecstasy. She cried out his name, her voice muffled by his hand, and she felt him groan into her neck as he found his release as well.

As their breathing finally slowed, they collapsed onto the bed together, tangled in each other's limbs. Touya rolled onto his side, propping himself up on one elbow to look down at her.

Finally, he pulled away, his chest heaving as he looked down at her. Her skin was flushed, her breath coming in ragged gasps, and her eyes were half-closed with pleasure. He couldn't help but smile, pleased that he was able to give her this much pleasure.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice rough from exhaustion. "Did I go too far?"

She turned her head to look at him, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "No," she breathed. "It was perfect."

As the afterglow of their lovemaking faded, they lay together in silence, their bodies entwined, their hearts still racing. It was as if they'd crossed some invisible threshold, leaving the uncertain territory of friendship behind and entering into something deeper, something more profound.

"You know, we should probably tell Shoto," (Y/n) said softly, breaking the silence. Her voice was hesitant, but there was also a note of determination in it.

Touya nodded, his expression serious. "Yeah, you're right. We owe him that much at least. But… I don't want to ruin things between us if he doesn't take it well."

(Y/n) smiled reassuringly. "Shoto's a good guy. He'll understand. And even if he's surprised or confused at first, we can help him through it. We'll be there for him like we always have been."

Touya returned her smile, feeling a sense of relief wash over him. "You're right. We're a team, after all. We'll face this together too."

"But for now," he holds her close as he whispers "I want to sleep with you next to me."

The two of them sat there in silence for a moment, lost in their own thoughts about what the future might hold. Eventually, Touya reached out and took (Y/n)'s hand in his. His touch was gentle and comforting, and it reminded her that no matter what happened, they would always be there for each other.

Masterlist

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[class1akids]

The worst take i keep seeing from Shouto fans themselves is complaining about Shouto not getting a flashy fight in his Rising chapter.

I’d ask you all go back to the Bakugou Rising chapter and read it carefully then show me what fancy fight Katsuki got there?

Spoiler alert: none.

He worried about Deku, played taxi to Endeavor, and then in the end saved Deku not by some finesse move, but by being actual meat shield.

Did he get praise for it? No.

Did he get thanks? No.

Was it focused on him getting a reward? No.

It was him, stepping up, showing his internal growth and when the time comes doing the right thing. Because it’s the right thing. Overcoming an ideal he couldn’t understand before.

Now go back and read Todoroki Shouto:Rising. Read the chapter, not some botched summary, not hysterical tweets by naysayers. Read it for yourself and think about what it is about. What is Shouto’s challenge? What does he say and what does he do?

And then make up your own mind.

#bnha 390 #todoroki shouto #bnha manga spoilers #sometimes I swear the Shouto fandom is it’s own worst enemy #like boy came in and stopped a nuke with one single shot #what kind of fighting did you expect? #that’s not even the point #the point is Shouto noping out of the hottest flame competition Endeavor signed him up to against his will #he says Touya-Nii you know what #you are the greatest masterpiece #exactly what Endeavor wanted #not in a nasty way but in a sincere way #and he’s right #Dabi is Endeavor’s sad endgame #Shouto made his own decision how to use his power #and he’s chosen to go the other way #because pretty obviously Touya’s heat is the symbol of the rage #jealousy #obsession #violence #abuse #rage #and phosphor is the symbol of healing #making connections #Rei’s smile #putting family first #and Dabi’s fire may be hotter #but phosphor one-shot it anyway #and it’s Shouto’s own #and credit to the people who helped him along the way

[deathmetalmarshmallow]

posting art I’ve been too scared to post before the year ends! part 4

my roommate said that one panel of him smiling looked like Bendy so this happened

#bnha art #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #mha fanart #dabi #todoroki touya #bnha manga panels #mha season 6 #yk the one panel with hawks… and twice…. #they did him so dirty for that shot in the anime #todoroki brothers #bendy and the ink machine #soft rock art #art

[reirexx]

Idk why this personal shigadabi playlist of mine somehow made a story/fic timeline? Like, hear me OuT- //btw I've never written anything so pardon me-

———

The two have been together ever since the first ever they decided to take a first step to getting along when in need of working together. They tolerated each other first after days, weeks, months even, of denying their not-so-different background after opening up to each other one day on a rooftop after hours, sharing some smokes courtesy of Dabi being the influencer. It was funny given how Dabi is the type to keep everything to himself, yet there he was, borderline vent out to his boss. And vice versa. They both understand how not giving any two cents after is respectable, it was the last thing they need anyway. Months of a relationship have lasted enough for them to get comfortable around each other. They even share a room under the hideout roof.

You see, Shigaraki is the one who has the tendency to question —everything— in this defective funky relationship. He's very verbal, contradicting Dabi in which he'd prefer to act it out rather than spew meaningless empty words. He had enough of empty compromising words from his father back then, so words are more likely meant to be empty unless it's acted out. Yet whenever Shigaraki would call him beautiful every time they kissed, he'd melt away. He's literally smitten.

Honestly, it was a game of cat and mouse, pulling and pushing, but they managed to get things through. Unfortunately one day, they had a significant disagreement on both ends.

For Shigaraki he couldn't even figure out what he had to say to save this relationship, and as for Dabi, he did the wrong thing to leave him alone in his thoughts and began his self-destructive routine. It was torturous. Shigaraki couldn't be saved from his ongoing anxiety-inducing thoughts unless there was an external factor that could ease up his mind. Dabi's been the reason Shigaraki is calm and collected whenever he's around. But Dabi likes to run. He would leave the premise to calm himself up before he could ever backfire the situation on himself. Sure hurting Shigaraki was probably the best answer for the conflict they have inflicted on, but seeing him getting hurt was another thing he'd never forgive himself for. Shigaraki loathe the idea of separation. He ended up pinning the hatred onto Dabi. He could've easily dusted him out of his existence, but Shigaraki also loathes the idea of where Dabi is gone forever. They're both in a dilemma for a good amount of time. They weren't even sure if they were still a thing or not.

It's been long enough for both of them to be in their withdrawal stage. But eventually, they adapted to their own situations. Keeping their distance even in the same room was probably best for them to keep everything to themselves. Ever so slightly though, they'd steal a glance at each other. Fickle of moments where they were together would crawl out. They —hate— it.

How they relied on each other, how they were both the most thoughtful of each other, how they both understood each other, how calming it was for Shigaraki to be around Dabi, how amusing it was for Dabi to tease the hell out of Shigaraki, how admittedly jealous Dabi was whenever he sees Shigaraki game with Spinner sometimes, how addicting it was for them kissing all of the scars they have on each other every night, how they were all over each other. How basically perfect they are for each other.

Dabi couldn't take it, his thoughts were running all over the place. He even almost got himself exposed and probably killed on his scouting. So he chose to drown it out by drinking a. lot. one day. That was where Shigaraki found him by his bedroom door. Honestly, the man himself was unfazed yet very much anxious. Dabi was about to pass out by then but thankfully still functioned enough for Shigaraki to easily dragged him inside and let him rest on his bed for the night. Shigaraki sometimes knew Dabi would recklessly drink to the brink of passing out to avoid problems, or in a recent case, runoff. As Shigaraki was about to go out and decided to crash on the couch, Dabi said something Shigaraki wished he was rather be deaf for.

"You're the only one, Shig."

Then there was a long pause, Shigaraki wasn't sure if he should reciprocate or not.

"I admit.. it was scary at first knowing I'm capable of.. the fuckin L word." Dabi scoffed. Shigaraki could sense Dabi grimaced at that even without looking, but he would also do about the same anyway.

"You've changed me in a way that made me feel human again somehow."

"You should sober up."

"No. Shut the fuck up and let me do the talking now, and I'm sure as hell I will remember shits."

Shigaraki decided to turn around and finally face him, still keeping a good distance.

"It was very wrong of me, I knew. But really it was best for me also to distance myself from you given I know how overwhelming this can be for you. All the things you said to me, I know damn well you mean it. And I'm very grateful for that. For everything you did too. Frankly.. I don't want us to separate, ever."

Dabi sat up to meet the red eyes staring, honestly, those eyes were the first thing he had fallen for. "I don't expect you to forgive me, I just wanted you to know how much I've been introspecting myself for us. Well, if you want this to continue that is. I-" he paused, almost choking on his words "And I'd agree to whatever really... Just, let's drop this, Shig. We had many fights before but this one.. for once in a lifetime I regret choosing the fleeing option. You did say I could have anyone I want, right? Well, I'm sorry to say that I only want you, no one else."

Shigaraki stood there astonished, for once he couldn't say anything. He stepped closer holding out his hand and hovered it beside Dabi's face.

"Just say the word, Shig. Then I won't bother you anymore. You can decide."

Shigaraki couldn't come up with something that could be the answer to that, no. He was sure he didn't want Dabi out of his life, and he finally got the things he always wanted with him around. Though with how he implied it, he thought he had enough of him on his end. But he kept it at bay to prevent any more damage and repeat the thing he probably did on his term that landed them in this situation. With how little Dabi talks anything can be so ambiguous. Poor Shigaraki with his next to zero knowledge of relationships, well that was before Dabi. They really have been influencing each other to be a better version of themselves, on their own term that is. He knew one way.

Shigaraki lifted up Dabi's jaw for him to meet his gaze only in a matter of seconds before closing the distance between them. He could feel Dabi tense up a little before finally melting on Shigaraki's touch, he reciprocated well at that. Dabi hooked his arm around Shigaraki's neck to hold him and Shigaraki's around Dabi's waist, they needed it. Eventually, they had to break the contact for some air, their foreheads touching.

"If you're dying to know, I'd say let's keep this. Heck even stay by my side, always, please."

"Your pleading is the last thing I want to hear, I'd unconditionally give everything I have of me, boss." Dabi slurred out his words.

"Dumbass." Shigaraki chuckled under his breath, relieved at how things turned out.

#shigaraki #shigaraki tomura #shigadabi #touya todoroki #dabi #playlist #Spotify #one shot

[livvyisb0red]

Dabi lights cigarettes with his fingers, that’s all!

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[multifandomlvr]

I'm Not Leaving

Dabi x y/n

It had been a few weeks since you've last seen Dabi. You'd get text messages from random numbers, but you knew they were from Dabi. The last one you got was telling you he was coming back soon.

You'd hope that it would be for a while when you two finally saw each other. Usually, your meet-ups were for a few minutes before he had to leave again.

You weren't sure when Dabi would come to see you, as he tried to be as discreet as possible so he didn't put you in any more danger than he already was. Dating one of the members of the LoV was already a risk.

You went to sleep quite early; it was a long day. Work was rough. When you got home, you showered and went straight to bed.

You didn't bother eating dinner; it took up to much energy to cook.

It must have been at least three in the morning when you heard a loud crash accompanied by colorful words. In your half-sleep state, you got out of bed with a bat that Dabi forced you to keep under your pillow.

"Ahhhhh!" You screamed, running at said person. Whoever it was, they were quick and grabbed the bat from your hand.

"Little mouse! It's me!" Dabi cried out. You shook your head and rubbed your eyes with your free hand.

"Dabi? What the hell are you doing? What did you break?" You asked. He chuckled.

"I get a 'what did you break' Not a welcome back Dabi, or How much I've missed you'" Dabi mocked in a poor copy of your voice.

You went up to him and hugged him.

"I missed you." You told him. He patted your head and wiggled himself out of your hold. Dabi wasn't one for much physical affection at times.

He walked past you into the bedroom, and you followed him, making a detour to the bathroom to grab the first aid kit. When you got to the bedroom, Dabi was setting up some takeout he must have got on his way here.

You never got angry with Dabi because you understood that he wasn't doing it on purpose. He just never had anyone to show him love and compassion.

This was a routine for both of you.

He would come by with food because he knew after long days at work, ke knew you wouldn't eat because you were so tired, and he would patch up his wounds from the mission he was on.

"I don't know if your favorite food has changed these days, so I grabbed a few things from different places." He told you.

You nodded. You were grabbing some things out of the kit and facing Dabi. He grabbed a fry and popped it in your mouth as you rubbed some antiseptic on a cut on his face.

You continued to work fixing him up as he continued to feed you to make sure you were full.

After both were taken care of, you got back in bed. Around this time, you and Dabi usually said goodbye to one another.

"Are you leaving again?" You asked, trying to keep the sadness out of your voice.

"Nope, I'm staying with you for a while." He said while crawling in the bed, making himself comfortable.

You felt all giddy inside. Dabi was staying with you; you weren't sure whether it was for a few more minutes, a couple of hours, or even a few days.

"Calm down, little mouse," Dabi whispered sleepily. You stopped yourself from moving and closed your eyes tight. A smile broke on your face. Dabi's arm snaked around you and pulled you closer to him; he rested his chin on your head.

"Go to sleep, little mouse; I will be here when you wake up. I promise." He told you. You wiggled around for a little while until you fell into another dreamless sleep.

That didn't matter; what mattered to you was Dabi was with you and safe.

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[wintosavesavetowin]

Psp psp psp psp psp come get some dabihawks angst

#yeah I wrote it and yeah I cried!! #dabihawks #dabihawks fic #dabihawks one shot #hotwings #hotwings fic #hotwings one shot #underworld au #temporary character death #soft dabi #dabi fic #dabi oneshot #hawks fic #hawks one shot #touya fic #keigo fic #touya todoroki #keigo takami #takami keigo #dabi todoroki #todoroki touya #toukei #mha fic #bnha fic #mha oneshot #bnha oneshots #mha dabi #mha hawks #touya my beloved #hawks my beloved

[freedom-of-speech333]

The Letters I write by Frredom_of_speech333 on ao3

Summary:

Shoto ran away from home and works at a barista at the nearby coffeeshop. He lives in a ten mile perimeter, away from prying hero eyes. He’s quite fine with his life until he meets Izuku. He wants to protect him, to be by him, to shared in the green haired’s joy and sorrows. This is the story of Shoto opening up his walls as he falls in love, told in letters to his dead brother.

Dear Touya,

    I nearly died today. Or, well, I think I did. 

I was on my way to work when a large woman with long blonde hair and green eyes bumped into me. She was having a bad day and threatened to ‘crush my skull’ if I didn’t pay her for wasting her time. I forget my wallet at home. I think I had a panic attack because I started breathing heavy and woke up looking at a shining sun of messy green hair and emerald eyes.

 His name is Izuku Midorya. After I passed out he stepped in and…. Somehow got me out. He won’t explain how. He must have used his quirk. I won’t tell on him though, he saved my life. And he’s cute. 

Still Alive,

Shoto T.

•••••••

Dear Touya, 

   I saw him again today. He showed up at the coffee shop and ordered a double expresso mint extreme, no foam.  He has a new bruise on his jaw and an infected cut on his third knuckle, right hand. 

  I put my number on his cup and asked him to call me if he gets hurt again. His face, was interesting. It turned all red and he started spluttering. He might have high blood pressure from the coffee. I tell him that when he calls.

Sincerely,

Shoto T.

••••••

Dear Touya,

   Midorya texted me. I invited him over but he said we should take it ‘slow’. Why would he want to wait to fix his injuries? Is he afraid it will hurt? We scheduled to meet at the park for a picnic lunch. I suggested the bench by the tree. It’s above ground, visible, and I can hide in the nearby crowd if He shows up. 

   I packed some soba, sauce, and a few fishcakes. Do you think he likes fish? You never did but I think he might enjoy it.

Sincerely,

Shoto T.

•••••••

Dear Touya,

   Midorya is quirkless. He always wanted to be a hero but wasn’t allowed to attend hero schools. He doesn’t have a home and lives on the streets. His face looks sad when he talks about his mom and lights up when you mention all might. 

  He saw me that day because he had been on the lookout for Miss Kim, the lady who assaulted me. She’s a big boss around here who makes a living off of newcomers. Midorya has been intercepting her and helping people.

   I think he’s great for helping people, but he doesn’t seem to care about his own well being. He had two cuts above his eyebrow, several bruises that will need time to heal, and his arm was dislocated. He didn’t say anything when I relocated his arm, which is concerning. How do I help him more? 

Frustrated,

Shoto T.

••••••

Dear Touya, 

We met up after work today. He came up to the counter and asked ‘how the most handsome person in the world is doing?’. I thought it was weird because he could have asked himself, but he said he was fine. His face became red again tho.

   We chatted about our days and I told him about Endeavor. I want him to trust me, and to like me. Honesty is the foundation of any relationship. At least, that’s what the internet says. Besides, I have several plans if he… but Midorya is different. 

  He cares. Too much I think. 

Sincerely,

Shoto T.

••••••••

Dear Touya,

   Midorya has been visiting me after work for a week now. It’s, nice. He even offered to walk to the store with me. I usually order online because it goes past the local heroes daily route.

   It was nice, we went through a couple alleyways to avoid detection and I got some fresh food. I forgot what apples tasted like. Too bad they don’t ship apples.

   I invited Midorya to spend the night. He was walking on a sprained ankle. I covered it with an ice pack and wrapped him up. He is asleep on the mat right now. I’m writing in the bathroom so the light won’t wake him up. 

 I wonder what he thinks about my ‘studio’. I don’t do art but that’s what it’s called. Midorya likes katsudon. I’ll make him some for breakfast.

 Your Brother,

Shoto T.

•••••

Dear Touya,

   It’s nice living with Izuku. And frustrating. He keeps pushing me to expand my three block traveling distance and visit another city. Traveling brings attention I don’t want, can’t he see that? But I understand why. The cherry blossoms were beautiful and the crowds actually hid us from any watchful eyes. 

  Izuku loves going on dates, even if it’s just a few candles and bowl of ramen. Oh, and we are dating now. I should have started with that.

  Touya, I’m concerned. He continues to help people, even when he is hurt. It’s hard to see him in pain, but he seems to enjoy it. Knowing he made someone else’s day better, I mean. He reminds me of you, and that scares me. Because your dead, and I want him alive.

 Sincerely,

Shoto T.

••••••••

Dear Touya,

   Izuku didn’t come home yesterday. I can’t call the police because they’ll bring me back to him. And his boss flipped me off when I asked him today. 

   I’m scared. What do I do?

Sincerely,

Shoto T.

————-

Knock-knock

   Shoto got up from the mat and peered thru the eyehole of his door. His breath caught in his throat as he pulled it open. 

   Izuku was covered in blood, supported by a badly burned raven haired man with familiar blue eyes.

   ‘Touya?’ The raven haired man grunted in reply as he pushed his way in and lowered Izuku onto the tatami mark. 

   ‘Great pick in partner little sho’, got some brains, this one.’ Touya sighed and looked at Shoto, who was still frozen by the door, stunned. ‘That was sarcasm, come here, and close the door.’

   Shoto quickly shut the door, checking that it was locked, before scrambling next to Izuku with the med kit.

   Izuku’s arms were broken and bruises danced all over his body. The blood was coming from a cut on his lip and one on his leg that was deep enough to put his finger into.

   Opening the kit, Shoto got to work bandaging Izuku up and creating ice to soothe his wounds.

  Touya sat back and watched as his brother to care of the dumbass who he loved. 

   ‘You really like him, hmm?’ Shoto looked up at Touya, lines of tears running down his face.

   ‘I thought you were dead.’ Shoto said. 

   ‘We’ll, you sure wrote a lot of letters to a dead person.’ Shoto blinked in surprise, he left the letters at the cherry tree in the park. He always assumed some squirrel was grabbing them away. 

   ‘You read them? Why didn’t you talk to me, write back?’ 

   Touya looked out the window, a beautiful view of a brick wall. ‘I’ve been in hiding too. You know what he’s like. Besides, you wouldn’t have accepted my help if you knew it was me.’ 

 Shoto’s brows furrowed. ‘What help?’ 

 ‘Your boyfriends alive, isn’t he? Your not the best hider you know. Endeavors not the only one who wants you. Plenty of villains fancy you have a high random.’ Touya looked back a Shoto, a smile stretching his scars.

  ‘I’m glad you got away. You made a pretty good life for yourself.’ Touya stood up and walked towards the door. ‘I wanted to be a hero, and it killed me. Now I just want to fix what father broke. My family. You should answer Fuyumi, she misses you.’

And with that he walked out the door. Leaving Shoto to tend to Midorya. And text his sister.

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Dear Touya, 

   Thank you. Fuyumi misses you too. And Izuku says he would love to meet you, when he’s not passed out. Maybe we can meet up sometime. You know where to leave a reply. 

Sincerely,

Shoto T.

#Shot #shoto todoroki #bnha fanfic #tododeku #tododeku fanfiction #dabi #touya todoroki #dabi is a good brother #just a vengeful one

[readers-and-other-creatures]

After the war, now that Touya was living back at the Todoroki estate, it had become some sort of tradition to hang out at the pool and have a barbecue. Natsuo was the one to come up with the idea and everyone had loved it. Well everyone but Touya. The eldest of the Todoroki siblings still felt out of place with his family and it was weird to have lunch with his brother's friends, who he had fought in the past. Despite keeping quiet and going along with it Touya would always sit in a corner, hiding away from the sun, and talk only when spoken to. His boyfriend was the complete opposite: he would chat with everyone and using his powerful wings he was always the first to dive into the pool. Hawks however noticed Touya's elusiveness. He would send a small feather to tug at his sleeve (bc yes he wore longsleeve tshirts even if the weather was melting hot) and keep him company. Hawks could feel Touya's anxiety but he wasn't sure of its cause.

Today Shouto had brought his whole class, even Eraser and Present Mic were there with his kids and coincidentally, Hawks thought, Touya "was sick" and "had to wear a mask as not to spread it." His suspicion was confirmed when his boyfriend got up to grab his drink and accidentaly colided with Eri, who was running arround, and promptly fell into the water. She had seen the scars and staples on his face and was a bit scared. His white tshirt was soaked and very seethrough at the moment. Everyone had turned to look at them and anxiety was written on Touya's face, who just bolted inside and locked himself in his room. Shouto tried to talk to him through the door but to no avail. Fuyumi and Natsuo tried as well but got the same silent treatment. It wasn't until he heard Eri's soft voice apologizing for freaking out.

"I have scars too" she whispered through the door. "They are not as big but I still don't like people staring at them so I'm sorry I made people stare at yours."

Touya slowly opened the door, wary of what he would find. He had changed into dry clothes with even longer sleeves and was wearing the mask.

"Are you sure I didn't scare you? They're big ugly scars." Eri frowned at the words.

"Dad says that scars are never ugly, that they make us beautiful because we survived bad things."

"I don't feel exactly pretty, just a freak" Touya admited, which earned him a hug from the little girl.

"Mr Hawks thinks you are pretty, he looks at you like papa looks at dad." And with that she ran back outside. Hawks feather floated out of his pocket and slowly slided down his cheek, as if saying with that caress that Eri was right.

"You will have to show me what you see in them, birdie" he whispered. "Can you come here? Don't want to be alone."

Hawks was there in a blink, holding him and wrapping his wings arround them.

#bnha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #todoroki touya #dabi #bnha hawks #bnha hcs #one shot #todoroki toya #todoroki shouto #shouto todoroki #todoroki enji #todoroki rei #todoroki natsuo #todoroki fuyumi #bnha eri #aizawa shouta #hizashi yamada #shinsou hitoshi #class 1-A

[airanke]

Am I doing this right?

#Dabi #Touya Todoroki #mha #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #Air's art #I was asked to redraw that one shot from the latest S6 trailer #SO HERE HE IS ROFL