#centered on enji but then... soft

[bakuliwrites]

Veins of Gold- Dabi x Reader

Fandom: BNHA/MHA

Relationship: Dabi|Touya Todoroki x Reader

Rating: 18+, MINORS DNI

Tags: Fluff and Smut, Oral S*x, Blowjobs, PIV, Emotional S*x, Soft Dabi, Blood (Dabi's Tears), Shower S*x, Some Angst

Summary: On the one hand, he’s disgusted by how gentle you are; but on the other, Dabi feels a wretched gratitude. A desperate yearning for you to keep going. How long has it been since anyone has shown him any ounce of tenderness? Any iota of softness? You are the only one in his recent memory that has even bothered. And you do it not out of pity or sorrow. But so frustratingly out of love. Dabi hardly feels worthy. Dabi sees himself as a failure, but you are always there to remind him how loved and cherished he truly is.

Read here in this post or over on my AO3.

As Dabi stands before the bathroom mirror, he’s reminded of when he was little: sitting on the granite counter, watching his father shave. He was mesmerized by the razor gliding through white, foamy shaving cream. He couldn’t wait to be just like dad, both as a future hero and everything that comes with being an adult. Including shaving. 

“Dad, when will I get to shave?” Touya’s tiny voice asks as he swings his legs back and forth, the hollow reverb of his heels tapping against the cabinets ringing in his ears. To him, shaving is the mark of being a man. Of being old enough to be a hero. Just like dad. And probably just like All Might. 

“When you’re older, Touya,” his father grunts, not taking his eyes off of his own reflection in the mirror. Being older was a concept that was so far out of young Touya’s vision. Being older would take forever and a day. In the meantime, however, he could practice for his impending adulthood. Touya would take to standing next to Enji in the mornings, a razor protected with a safety guard pressed to his chin. His father would squeeze out a bit of shaving cream and slather it on to Touya’s little face, who would then copy his father’s motions. Touya tried so hard to embody everything he thought his father was. Everything his father wanted him to be. 

The very first time Touya tried to actually shave, he was twelve. He’d noticed the tiny outcroppings of stubble on his chin earlier that day. Delighted, he hid himself in the bathroom and pilfered one of his dad’s razors. With shaving cream lathered on his face, he set to work. Almost immediately, he felt the sharp slice of it cutting his fragile skin. Blood trickled down from the thin sliver on his cheek. The wound bled, and bled, and bled. This wasn’t the first time he’d hurt himself in his pursuit of emulating his father. And it most certainly wouldn’t be the last. 

Now, as Touya stands before the bathroom mirror, Dabi stares back at him. He finds himself inspecting his skin for any open cuts, but not because he’s been shaving. Burned follicles don’t grow hair anymore. Instead, he’s looking to see if he’s sustained any injuries from his latest battle. His lithe body is covered in burns, piercings and staples holding together what remaining healthy flesh he has left. He looks pieced together haphazardly. Like at any moment, his flames could burst through and singe away the remnants of what remains of Touya Todoroki. 

Good, Dabi thinks to himself with a scowl, Let it all burn. What good has my body ever done for me? Weak. Pathetic. Incapable. 

All his body has ever done is betray him. It can’t withstand the power he possesses. What’s the point of having such a beautiful gift if he can’t even use it without hurting himself? His father saw the irony in it. Too bad Touya was too stupid to realize that. 

Dabi cards his fingers through his spiked hair. The face that stares back at him has lost the vibrance of youth, the enthusiasm of his childhood. Touya is worn down, weary, crumpled. Dabi’s wrath flickers in his irises, blue flame swimming in pools of white, the dark center of his pupils deep, abyssal.

So much for making his father proud. Dabi is the embodiment of Enji’s disappointment. His scarred skin is a daily reminder of Touya’s ultimate failure. Sure, his firepower rivals Endeavor's. Maybe even surpasses it. But the sacrifice he’s had to make to attain that level of power has been monumental. His purpled, pierced, stapled skin is proof enough. 

Haggard, he lets his hands rest against the counter and hangs his head. Sometimes, looking at himself is painful. He can feel the memory of flame, searing his skin, making it blister and burn. The ashen air of the forest scalding his esophagus, parching his lungs. The puckered, leathery bags under his eyes make him look constantly exhausted. So much of his skin is that way now: tired. What a gruesome sight, he thinks to himself.

“Fuck,” he swears quietly, noticing the trickle of blood pooling from one of the staples in his cheek. He must’ve snagged it on his shirt when he was undressing. Frequently, his clothing or bedsheets get caught on his piercings, tugging at the metal and, in turn, pulling at his skin. He’s gotten used to the feeling, often not noticing until he finds a dark little spot of dried blood. 

Dabi grabs a nearby washcloth, wetting it under some warm water and pressing it against his cheek. He hardly notices you entering the room until he feels your hands snake around his waist, gently ghosting along his hip bones and settling on his stomach. You must have heard his outcry, summoned by the whispered profanity. The tiny, featherlight kisses you lay upon the length of his spine attempt to gently pull him from his self-flagellation. Even if you have no idea what’s going through his head right now, he knows you can probably tell. 

“Hmm,” you hum against him as your lips reach his shoulder blade, “What are you thinking about?” 

Failure. Disappointment. All the weak, negative emotions he wouldn’t dare show anyone else in the League. Dabi is confident. Cocky. Nonchalant. To the rest of the world, he’s enigmatic and driven, passionate and grandiose. He puts on a show for everyone else in order to hide the soft, vulnerable corpse of Touya buried in his soul. He shrouds himself in hatred and anger. A protective cloak of flame that drives back anyone who tries to guess at who he really is. 

However, your gentility has always been capable of drawing him out of his darkness. Your touch is a beacon in a foggy sea, piercing light out of a curtain of dense, impenetrable mist. Before he can say anything to you, you come around to his side, noticing the washcloth he’s got pressed against his face. He feels his tense muscles loosen at your touch, the heaviness of his thoughts lifted just a little.

“Did you cut yourself again?” you whisper softly, brows furrowed with concern. 

“Yeah. Damn staple got caught on my shirt,” he returns, chuckling ruefully. You gesture for him to hand you the washcloth and he obliges. Tenderly, you dab at the wound, careful not to snag the cloth on the staple either. Crimson blooms across the surface of the white towel, the scent of iron hanging in the air, sharp and metallic. Dabi gazes at you, wondering why you’re with him, before glancing at himself in the mirror. He can’t fathom why you’d want to touch his gnarled, scarred skin. He reaches down to rest his hands on your hips, feeling the hint of bone beneath soft, supple skin. Every inch of you is plush, a welcome sensation on his calloused fingertips. Dabi is edges, angles, sharpness, while you are velvety, rounded, tender.

You set the washcloth down on the counter before gently tracing the divide between Dabi’s scarred and unscarred skin. His burns are wrinkled, leathery under your touch, a sensation only broken when you graze one of the smooth metal piercings that hold him together.

“Pretty gross, huh?” he puts forth, watching curiously as you move to caress the angles of his cheeks. “Gross,” not because they’re scars. “Gross,” because they are constant reminders of what a letdown Touya was to his father. In their folds, they collect Dabi’s self-loathing and malcontent. Every day, he marvels at the fact that you don’t pull your hand away in disgust when you touch him. He wonders if you can feel the wells of resentment that pool in every wrinkle.

“Not in the slightest,” you return quietly, a loving beam dancing on your lips. You rest your hands on either side of his face. Your eyes are searching for other cuts he might’ve missed. On the one hand, he’s disgusted by how gentle you are; but on the other, Dabi feels a wretched gratitude. A desperate yearning for you to keep going. How long has it been since anyone has shown him any ounce of tenderness? Any iota of softness? You are the only one in his recent memory that has even bothered. And you do it not out of pity or sorrow. But so frustratingly out of love. Dabi hardly feels worthy.

“You’re like Kintsugi,” you suggest. He looks quizzically at you, yanked abruptly from his melancholic ruminations.

“What?” he questions, tilting his head slightly to the side in confusion. Another soft smile from you. That damn smile.

“Kintsugi,” you repeat, “It’s the art of piecing broken pottery back together with gold.” As you say this, you slide a thumb over one of the gilded piercings underneath his eye. 

“Much like a vase or a bowl that’s been broken, you’re being held together again by veins of gold. You might’ve been shattered by something in your past, but you didn’t let it break you,” you go on, tone suffused with affection. Dabi merely stares at you, wide-eyed and confused. Normally he would scoff at something like that. Say, “That’s stupid,” and dismiss the idea. But for some reason, when you say it, it’s endearing .  

“I don’t think anyone’s ever compared me to a bowl before,” he teases, trying to downplay the sentiment. He’s not sure he’s worthy of being compared to an artwork as elegant as that. He feels more like he’s been pieced back together with thin concrete and jagged shards of metal.

“Well, there’s a first time for everything!” you laugh, lighting up the tiny bathroom with your smile. And Dabi finds himself smiling with you, though he raises a skeptical eyebrow at your suggestion. Your look softens once again as you caress the pads of your thumbs against the angles of his cheekbones. 

You make Dabi feel seen. Heard. Paid attention to. And not for his potential to surpass a great hero. Not for his power or any expectations you might have of him. You don’t have any expectations and you certainly haven’t imposed any on him. You embrace him, Dabi, Touya, as he is. At this very moment in time. You don’t see him as Touya, who will surpass All Might. Or Dabi, who will end Endeavor (and likely himself in the process). You have asked for nothing in return. Your kindness and love have never been conditional. This is the first time in a long time he’s felt companionship without obligation or condition.

“I think you wear your strength beautifully, Touya,” you breathe. Touya, he loves it when his name, his real name, flutters from your lips. You’re the only one that gets to call him that now. It’s a secret the two of you share. Soon, the world will know it. But not yet. For now, he’s Dabi to everyone else, but you.

Dabi, Touya, whoever he is, grits his teeth. He can't cry anymore. Not since he burned away his tear ducts. But he can feel the sting of evaporated tears in his eyes. Dammit, why is he so emotional around you? Dabi pinches the bridge of his nose, squinting and turning away. He doesn't want you to see him like this. Weak, tragic. He bites his tongue, hoping it’ll stop the impending flow of sanguine tears. 

"Hey," you whisper gently, turning him towards you, pressing kiss after kiss to his jawline, all the way to the corners of his lips. 

His singed ducts leak warm blood. It flows down his cheeks, stains them crimson, and drips to the floor beneath. The droplets splatter, tiny massacres on the clean ground. He feels your thumbs on his cheeks, quick to wipe up his metallic tears. It's all too much sometimes: his self-hatred battling with your uplifting words. Your constant, radiant affection. 

Dabi feels frustrated that he's not able to as easily express his love for you as you are for him. Often he feels pent up, stifled, unsure of how to go about showing you how much you mean to him. You grace him with your love so easily, so readily. All he feels he can do is greedily accept it and hope you know how much you mean to him. But that doesn't cut it for him. No, he needs to show you.

He leans down, breath fanning softly against your lips as he whispers, “You’re too good to me.” 

A breathless tension hovers between you before you make the move to close the distance, tongue tracing his parted lips, begging for entrance, while his hands ghost along your curves. As your palms smooth over the lean muscles of his abdomen, Dabi deepens the kiss, tongue grazing your teeth. Your nails drag along his stomach, sending electric tingles throughout his whole body. Your kisses grow sloppy, yearning and needy. Dabi’s hands can’t get enough of you. He’s kneading the supple flesh of your thighs, grabbing handfuls of your ass, and wanting desperately to free the strain in his pants. Your hand moves to palm his growing bulge, drawing from Dabi a salacious moan. 

He’s tugging at your shirt, parting from you just long enough to slip it over your head. He smirks at the whimper you release when he lifts you into his arms, letting you wrap your legs around his waist. 

“Join me in the shower?” he breathes between kisses. All you can do is nod enthusiastically, unable to form words as Dabi dips his head to ensnare the pert bud of your nipple between his teeth. He carries you towards the shower, setting you down to get the water started. While you wait for it to warm up, Dabi toys with the hem of your underwear, tickling the tender flesh of your pelvis before dipping his fingers into your heat. He drags two along your wet folds, sucking a breath in through his teeth as you make quick work of his pants. They drop to the ground, pooling around his feet, followed by his underwear. His cock springs free, relieving some of his building pressure. 

“So wet, just for me, babygirl,” Dabi purrs, mischief dancing in his cerulean eyes. His fingers are slick with you as he teases your entrance, hungrily capturing your lips again. Your tragic mewls and pathetic whines are music to his ears as he thrusts two of his fingers into your entrance, his thumb circling your clit. He feels your fingers grasp his dick, swiping your thumb over the bead of cum that sits at his tip. His moan reverberates through your chest as you pump rhythmically, slow and languorous. He follows suit, fingers moving slow and purposeful. He holds out his free hand under the shower stream, checking to see if it’s warm enough for you. Satisfied, he quickly withdraws himself from you, chuckling at the whimper you release as he leaves you empty.

His smirk is positively devilish as he meets your eye. His gaze is intense, dark with lust, as he slips his two slick fingers into his mouth. He licks them clean, dragging his fingers torturously slow past his lips, releasing them with a wet pop.

"Fuck, doll, you taste delicious," Dabi groans, gently pushing you into the shower and shutting the glass door behind the two of you. 

“Touya, you’re terrible,” you coo, and he can’t get enough of how flushed you are. He’s blazing, heat building in his core, fire burning through his veins. As soon as the water hits his skin, it starts to evaporate, filling the shower with steam. He pulls you close to him, your body flush to his. His erection prods at your stomach while his hands massage your tits. He’s about to lean down to capture your lips with his again when your eyes fill with an impish glee.

“Sit,” you command, lips curving into a coy smile. Dabi’s dick twitches with your demanding tone. God, he loves it when you take control. He obliges, like a good boy, sitting himself down on the little stone ledge in the corner of the shower. His cock curves upwards, sitting pretty against his stomach, cum glistening at the tip. There’s a flash of white hair at the base of his dick, leading up in a fine line towards his navel. He watches with wide, blue eyes as you kneel before him, trailing kiss after kiss up the insides of his thighs. You’re extra careful over any of his staples and burned skin, nibbling gently and only leaving love-bites on his healthier flesh. 

“Shit,” he grunts as you inch closer to his cock. You giggle, clearly delighted by Dabi’s blushing cheeks and dopey, glazed look. Your eyes are filled with a playful light as you press a light kiss to Dabi’s swollen tip. He lets his head fall back as you drag your tongue along his length, a raspy groan escaping his lips. Your fingers grasp his thighs, digging into them, while you take him in your mouth. Your skilful tongue swirls around his tip. He tries his best not to move too much, but he can’t help the bucking of his hips as you bob your head up and down. 

Dabi grasps at the glass for purchase, pressing his palm to the steamy surface, leaving behind a smeared handprint as you take him even further into you. His legs are shaking with how close he is, but he’s not quite ready to finish yet.

“Fuck, baby, so close,” he grunts, vapor rolling off his overheated body, “Wanna- come inside you.” 

With his struggling plea, you let your mouth slide off his cock, rising to smash your lips against his. He returns your hungry kiss with equal desperation, tasting himself on you, salty and warm. He pulls you onto his lap, hands gliding with ease over your slick curves. He can’t get enough of you as he lines you up over his erection, slowly lowering you onto him. You moan into him, filling him like burning smoke. His hands grip your ass, fingers digging into your tender flesh. He holds you there a moment, the feeling of your tight cunt around his sensitive dick making him joyously dizzy. 

“You feel so fucking good,” he groans, pulsing up into you. 

“Ah!” you gasp, grasping the tiny hairs at the nape of his neck, “Touya, you make me feel so amazing.” 

You grind your hips into his, the lewd slap of skin on skin made even louder by how soaked the two of you are in the shower stream. Inside you, Dabi feels whole. He feels safe, loved, complete. He envelops you in his arms, holding you close as you ride him, your lips finding their way to the sensitive skin beneath his ear. Here, in the sanctity of your home, in the safety of this shower, Dabi forgets what it means to be forgotten. To be abandoned. The world the two of you inhabit is temporarily limited to this steamy shower, hidden in an eden of vapor and water. 

When Dabi exhales, a wispy trail of smoke pours from his lips. You ignite him, warm lamplight on a pleasant summer night. He’s drunk on you: on your body, your adoration and love. He draws you up, feeling your walls shuddering around his twitching cock. He presses his forehead to yours, wanting to feel as close as he possibly can while the two of you come undone. 

“Touya,” he hears you breathe over the gentle roar of the shower. Your eyes are bright, the corners crinkling joyously as you twitter, “You’re beautiful. So beautiful, my darling.” 

Dabi feels himself break. Never in a million years would he have imagined himself here, cocooned by your warmth and affection, learning how to love himself. Learning that he is loved and cared for and cherished by someone. His cock twitches one final time before Dabi releases into you, threads of hot cum filling you to the brim. Your walls pulse around him and your eyes squeeze shut as you ride Dabi through your orgasm. Your pace is erratic, hips rocking against his. Your lips crash into his, fervent kisses passed back and forth as you each reach ecstasy. 

Dabi feels tears spill over his cheekbones, but this time, they’re not imbued with blood. Molten gold flows from him, snaking in sparkling rivers down his face, pooling in his scars. Your whispered, “I love you, Touya,” graces his ears. He returns this with equal fervor. 

When Dabi is positive he’s spent himself in you, he makes sure you’ve ridden him to your content. He litters your collarbone and breasts with kisses as you catch your breath. He carefully slips himself out of you, feeling his hot cum dripping down your thighs. When you lean back, he beams at your flushed cheeks and radiant smile. Black hair dye drips down his shoulders, washing away and circling the drain, leaving the hair on his head a stark white. You gently card your fingers through it.

“You are stronger than you know, Touya,” you coo, nuzzling your nose against his, “You are so loved. So adored.”  

He presses his forehead to yours, letting his eyelids fall shut as you wrap your arms around him. You remind him that he is not a failure. He is not a disappointment or a burden or forgotten. All the pain of the past, the agony of his present, and the impending future are forgotten when he is encompassed in your light. His body isn’t entirely useless. It can bring pleasure to someone dear to him. It can bring pleasure to himself, too. His flames are destructive, but he does not always have to destroy. He can create, he can build, and he has you to remind him of that. 

“Kintsugi, ” he murmurs, finding endless comfort in the way your fingers softly brush through the pale strands of his hair, “I guess I can get used to being compared to a bowl.”

Your chuckle makes him smile.

“A very beautiful bowl,” you laugh as he beams, pressing his lips to yours. 

A/N: Finally finished this fic! It's been a lot of waffling back and forth between what direction I wanted to go with it, and from it, several other Dabi fics have been born. Those won't come out for a little bit though. But you can certainly look forward to more Dabi smut from me! For now, I wanted to write something soft and spicy for him. I adore Dabi. I think he is so beautiful and passionate. I love him as a villain. His backstory is so very sorrowful. I wanted to give him some comfort and peace. As always, thank you for reading! Any likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated. I hope you are all doing well in this new year! Lots of love!

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[emjiroki]

Sero x Reader x Shoto ft Katsuki

Word Count: 5.5k 🤯

MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY!!!!

Trigger warnings: Drug use (weed), Alcohol, cheating, Oral Sex (both giving and receiving), explicit language and scenes, I guess angst? 

A/N: My piece for the 'Put 5 on it' Stoner au collab hosted by the most amazing @httphaitani thank you for being so lovely 💕 I hope everyone enjoys Sero was so fun to write

Also full disclosure I don't think Katsuki would be a cheater but I needed a conflict and he's the perfect meanie to pin it on also this is college au too hehe

Your stomach swarmed with butterflies as you settled in against the heated seats of Shoto’s car, the soft smell of his detergent in your nose as you pulled his jacket around you a little tighter. It made this whole situation just a little less sour than it had been five minutes ago. You remembered the gut-wrenching feeling of being two games deep in Beer Pong with Kirishima, music bumping from the Frat house speakers when a snap notification came through from your friend group chat. A pic of Katsuki, your boyfriend of two years, with some bottle blonde slut from the Beta Phi sorority giving him head on the couch. It honestly startled you how quickly you sobered up, demanding someone take you home. Now. When no one had offered up you just grabbed your bag and headed for the door, completely ignoring Katsuki as he tried to ask you where you were going, still fixing his pants, to just “Wait a damn minute”. You had whirled around, face hot and jaw clenched ready to scream at him, but instead, you stuttered a deep breath and, in a surprisingly calm tone, told him that you were done and to go fuck himself. You turned for the door without another word and weaved your way through people to the door, the music still bumping loud enough for your teeth to rattle. 

You had only gotten about two blocks when Shoto had pulled up beside you, asking you what you were doing and why you were walking. You had tearfully told him everything that had happened once he had convinced you to get in the car. 

“Was he drunk?” Shoto asked, trying to get more information as you dried the last of your tears on a kleenex you grabbed from the box in the center console. 

“I don’t know and I don’t care, he fucked up big time and I’m done,” you said actively blocking his number as he tried to call you for the third time. 

“I saw the pic and I don’t even know who that was,” He said with a confused drop of his brow.

“Some Tramp,” You snipped looking down at your hands and taking a steady breath, “Who cares”. Both of your Phones were going off, the group chats lighting up with notifications.

“So what were you doing out this late?” you asked after seeing it was nearly eleven and trying to punctuate the silence with something other than buzzing.

“Getting snacks and beer for the weekend,” He said, motioning to the bags in the backseat, “Had to get soba noodles”. You giggled, Shoto really hadn't changed much.

~

“Living the life huh?” you asked teasingly as you pulled into the driveway of a house you didn’t think any college kid could afford.

“Haha,” Shoto said sarcastically, “You know how overbearing my Father is, this was the compromise for me to go to college out of state, he rents me a house as far from the Fraternity block as possible while still being within a ten-minute drive and I keep straight A’s and get my degree”. You did know how overbearing his dad was, Enji Todoroki monitoring your study sessions in high school many times because he didn’t want Shoto “getting too distracted”. As many times as you both told everyone that there was nothing between you two it seemed as if no one ever believed it, and now being well into your Senior year of college you were starting to not believe it either. Shoto and you had always been around for each other, close friends through high school and then he had surprised you by applying to the same college at the beginning of summer before his internship at his dad’s company. 

Seeing him after junior year summer had been like a breath of fresh air, having worked all summer and then attending all of Katsuki’s rush events for the fraternities it had been really busy. Now with all of this going on right before winter break it really started settling in that maybe you liked Shoto as more than just a friend. Your cheeks burned at the thought and your heart thumped a little faster. 

“Would you knock on the door? My key fob for the garage isn’t working and I let Sero borrow my house key” Shoto said as he grabbed the couple of market bags full of snacks and drinks from his backseat.

“Sure, Sero’s living with you now? Thought he was staying at the Frat?” You asked as you pulled his coat a little tighter around your body to shield what your tight dress couldn’t.

“Yeah he got sick of dealing with all the events and stuff so he dropped the Frat, still their plug of course,” He said, “Plus he pays the WIFI bill”. You laughed as you went up the few steps to the door, knocking loud enough that if Sero was upstairs he would hear you. It only took a moment for Sero to throw the door open, sweats riding low on his hips and a lit blunt hanging from his long fingers as a bright grin stretched his face.

“Hey, sweet cheeks! Didn’t know you were coming by” He said, pulling you into a one-arm hug, putting the blunt to his lips as he pressed you close enough to smell his cologne.

“I wasn’t originally but Shoto picked me up,” You said, “Did you see the picture?”. Sero looked puzzled.

“Picture? Something going on?”.

“Yeah. The goddamn blowjob seen around the world” You grumbled in annoyance.

“It was only shared in our group chat, not that many people are on there,” Shoto said from behind you.

“Yeah, but it happened in the middle of the party, in front of everyone!” you exclaimed, turning your face into Sero’s shoulder. You felt Sero shift and pull his phone from his pocket as he turned away from the door with you in tow, obviously going to look at the picture. 

“Yeah, that’s definitely that chick from Beta Phi, I’ve sold her weed before” Sero confirmed, turning sheepish when he caught your glare, “but I won’t anymore cause she’s a total hoe bag”. You rolled your eyes as he crossed himself in promise, bringing the blunt to your lips. 

“Take a drag off that for me sweetheart, make yourself at home”. You kicked your shoes off at the door and took a deep inhale, eyes watering as the smoke burned your lungs. Sero grabbed one of the bags from Shoto and started rifling through it, collapsing back onto the couch with a bag of chips in hand. You followed Shoto into the kitchen, the half blunt still in your fingers as he set the bags on the counter. You angled the blunt to him, blushing a little as he leaned across the counter to take a drag from between your fingers. 

"So why haven't we gotten high together before?" You asked with an arched brow, curious as to where this "bad boy" phase was coming from. 

"I don't smoke often," he said nonchalantly, smoke pouring from his mouth to haze the air around you for a moment as he exhaled. You hopped up onto the island behind him taking another drag so deep it made you cough a little

"You want a beer?" Shoto asked, popping open the fridge. 

"Please, my buzz wore off in that cold," You said, remembering Katsuki and his dumb crap with a roll of your eyes. Shoto grabbed two cold beers and let the door shut behind him. 

"You got a.." you trailed off looking for the bottle opener as you tried to grab one of the bottles from his hand. A snort escaped Shoto’s nose as he held onto the bottle, setting his aside for a moment and angled your cap against the edge of the countertop, right at the spot between your legs. Your heart sped up a little as he bashed his fist down, sending the cap skittering onto the floor, and brought the bottle to your lips as foam bubbled. 

"No bottle opener needed," he said, thinking the way he took that soft gasping inhale when your tongue flicked against the rim had escaped your notice. You fought the grin from your face as he unconsciously moved a little closer, his eyes watching your lips as a light blush dusted his nose. 

"Well well, what do we have here kids? Playing nice together?" Sero joked from the doorway, giving Shoto a teasing yet pointed look, "we've got an opener 'Roki". 

"But it's my only party trick," Shoto said, opening his bottle in the same fashion and taking a drink, moving away from you, and leaning against the counter next to the refrigerator. Sero plucked the blunt from between your fingers, taking the last drag before licking his fingers and snuffing out the end. 

“I know a better party trick-" Sero was cut off by the sound of your phone ringing Jiro’s ringtone. 

"She's probably figured out I'm not home," you said, hopping down and going to the living room to grab your bag.

"Jiro I'm fine, I'll be back later tonight or in the morning-"

"Where are you?" Katsuki’s voice said, slightly slurred. 

"Why do you have Jiro’s phone?" You asked. 

"I snatched it from her hand, I knew you would pick up if she called" He snapped, "where are you?".

"Far away from you" you snapped back, "and that cock sucking tramp".

"It was a mistake, come back. Let's talk about this" he said, slightly slurred. You rolled your eyes.

“You’re drunk, of course, you are,” You said with an irritated sigh, “Thought you would know better than to do something so stupid”. 

“Come on babe, let’s just forget it, I’m sorry alright?”. It felt like your blood was boiling.

“Say it when you’re sober Katsuki” You snapped, cheeks heating angrily as you hit the end button, turning your phone to silent before stowing it away back in your bag. 

"Everything alright?" Shoto asked from the kitchen doorway. 

"Just Katsuki," you said with an eye roll.

"He call to apologize?" He asked, walking over and sitting down on the couch, flipping the tv to a movie channel. You snorted a laugh, flopping down next to him. 

"Barely. When has he ever actually apologized for anything?" You asked, downing the rest of the beer in your hand, and setting it on the coffee table. You hadn't noticed Sero had disappeared upstairs until he returned with his rolling tray in hand. 

"Jiro coming by?” Sero asked, sitting back next to you on your right side.

“No, it was Katsuki”.

“Yikes, bet he’s pissed," he said, breaking open a fresh blunt wrapper.

"I wouldn't know, I hung up on him and turned my phone on silent," you said, tuning into the movie on TV. Sero let out a low whistle.

"Yeah he's pissed for sure" he snickered, pinching a bud between his fingers to break down. Both of their phones were buzzing from their private group chat, no doubt Katsuki ranting and raving. You shifted uncomfortably, finding it harder to focus on picking a movie with every passing buzz or vibration in their pockets. You jumped slightly when Shoto nudged you.

"Are you okay?" He asked his brows knitting in concern. You nodded, taking the blunt from his fingers when he offered it. You nodded, head swimming for a moment as you took a drag before handing it over to Sero. You felt Shoto’s fingers go to your jaw, turning your face so that you were looking up into his eyes. 

“You can’t lie to me,” He said with a soft assurance in his voice, taking his phone from his pocket, turning it completely off, and setting it on the coffee table, “Everything is going to be fine”.

“For now, I’ll have to see him in my first class tomorrow” You sighed, putting your face in your hands. 

“So deal with it tomorrow,” Sero said from your right, “It’s gonna come whether you want it to or not so why not deal with it when it gets here, ‘cross that bridge’ and shit you know?”. He had a point, you know he did.

“Why not just stay here tonight? We’ve got an entire guest bedroom upstairs, that way you don’t have to deal with any questions from Jiro and just kind of tune everything out to get your mind clear” Shoto said, hand warm against your back. It didn’t take much more convincing than that, you nodded and leaned your head against Shoto’s shoulder, taking a deep breath and getting tingles in your stomach just from his warmth and proximity. 

“Pop those feet up here too, get comfortable and let’s pick this movie,” Sero said, grabbing one of your ankles and hauling your feet into his lap. For a moment, it felt like old times hanging out with them in Sero’s dorm room. The more smoke that poured through your lungs the fuzzier your head got and the easier it was to forget your entire fight. 

It was nearing the end of the movie now, snack wrappers were discarded across the coffee table, and two roaches lay in the ashtray as Sero handed you his lighter to spark up a third, everything just seemed right in the moment. Your stomach hurt from laughing so much as Shoto choked on his water fighting a coughing fit from attempting to blow smoke rings.

“I swear I know how to do it” He croaked, whites of his eyes red and only making the colors sparkling bright as he wiped a tear away with a cough. 

“Sure you do” You teased, taking a deep drag and listening to the sound of the wrap and the weed sizzling before nudging Sero to hand it to him and let Shoto recover for a minute, “Hey Hanta, what was that party trick you were talking about earlier?”. Sero grinned, taking the blunt from your fingers and fixing his dark eyes onto Shoto. 

"Sit up I'll show you,". Your cheeks heated as you sat up from Shoto’s lap and scooted a little closer to Sero when he tugged you. 

"This is just for fun, okay?" He asks, trying to joke but obviously asking for consent for whatever he was going to do as he held a soft hand against your cheek. You nodded, watching as he brought the blunt to his lips and took a long drag. He gently urged your face forward with the hand moving from your cheek to jaw, your heart racing out of your chest. Sero leaned in close, noses almost touching close, with his lips just barely hovering over yours. You really thought he was about to kiss you then his smoke was pouring out, hazing for a moment around you before Shoto was tapping you. 

"Inhale," he said, his left hand against your hip, a shover rolling down your spine at the feeling of his chest so close. You took a shaky breath, tasting the weed against your tongue and feeling the warmth of Sero’s lips less than a centimeter away from yours. He pulled away with a smirk, his dark eyes blown from the smoke and a little red around the edges.

"W-what was that?" You stuttered, heart in your throat.

“Never been shotgunned before?” He asked, a lazy smile on his lips as he sat back a little more, letting you have your space back. You shook your head, giggling at the cloudy feeling in your brain and the buzz through your body down to the fingertips. You nearly jumped out of your skin when the doorbell rang, tensing up under Shoto’s hands which were still on your waist from you had sat up from his lap. 

“That’s Denki coming to grab his bag, give me one sec,” Sero said, moving your feet off of him and grabbing a tied-up baggy from the tray before handing you the blunt and heading for the door. You took the last burning hit, snuffing the end out in the ashtray as you held the smoke in your lungs till your eyes began to water. Shoto nudged you, prompting you to turn around. 

“Gimme that hit,” He said softly, the whites of his eyes a light pink and his voice hushed.  You squeaked as he leaned in, lips almost brushing yours as you realized what he meant. You released the smoke against his mouth, his lips parted, tasting the smoke against his tongue as he practically stole it from your lungs. Your heart thrumming in your chest has your whole body throbbing, blood heating in your veins as warmth pooled behind your now throbbing clit. You were nearly panting as he brushed his nose against yours, top lip grazing yours as he released the hit and let the smoke dissipate in the air around you. You were high, brain fuzzy and body tingling, at least that’s the excuse you would use if he rejected you as you leaned in to lock lips with him, moaning softly as one of his hands moved to cradle your cheek in his palm. You practically melted at the feeling of his tongue gliding across your bottom lip, his groan rattling down to your very core. You felt out of control of your body as you moved, pressing closer to him as the scent of his cologne once again filled your nose. Another squeak escaped you as his hands went to your waist, bunching the material of your dress in his fingers for a moment before tracing up your sides and then back down to grip your hips until finally, he maneuvered you over onto his lap.

“Didn’t know you were so handsy when you're high Sho” you teased in a hushed tone, body thrumming with lust as you moved your hips down.

"Can't help it," he murmured, kissing your cheek, then your jaw. You carded the fingers of your left hand through his bi-colored hair, tugging a little at the roots and eliciting a soft moan to tumble past his lips. 

“Don’t have too much fun without me” Sero piped up from the doorway with a chuckle. You caught Kaminari’s eye from the front door, your cheeks immediately warming.

“Well well well, there you are,” the blonde said.

“Been looking for me Denki?” You asked, knowing exactly why Kaminari was fidgeting a little uncomfortably. 

“Everyone has, especially Katsuki,” He said, handing Sero some folded bills and stuffing the baggy into his pants, “You gonna come back?”. You laughed, hands on Shoto’s chest from where you had sat up still straddling his hips. 

“Right. Like I would go back to that party right now,” you said with a roll of your eyes, “Katsuki embarrassed the fuck out of me, I’m not gonna go back just so he can give me some half-ass apology and make himself look better”. 

“He’s been super pissed since you left, been trying to find out where you went,” Kaminari said, running his hand through his yellow and black hair. Maybe it was the beer still lingering in your system or maybe it was the weed clouding your mind but you couldn't seem to care anymore. Shoto let his hands wander, pulling the bottom of your dress up just enough to feel the material of your panties beneath his fingers. 

“Tell him where she is then if he’s so concerned” Shoto piped up, a dark look in his heterochromatic eyes as he stared up at you, the hand not feeling you going up to cup your cheek, a soft thumb across your cheekbone. You could tell Kaminari was trying hard to keep his eyes on your face despite the lace of your panties barely covering your ass as Shoto pulled you to grind down against him, a soft moan spilling from your lips when you felt how hard he was beneath you. The shock in Kaminari’s yellow eyes and the flush dusting his cheeks had Sero smiling, nudging him out the door. 

“Don’t worry Denks, we’ll take care of her” He said with a filthy smirk on his face as he edged the door shut, “Tell Katsuki we said hi”. You couldn’t help but giggle as the door shut, an odd sense of euphoria flooding through you. Were you really gonna do this? Your answer solidified as Shoto sat up a little and pressed light kisses against your throat, his nose skimming just under your jaw. 

“This okay?” He asked, fingertips moving across the softness of your inner thighs, trailing closer and closer to where you wanted him the most.

“Mhmm,” You sigh breathily, lightly bucking your hips forward. You gasped as he dipped his fingers past the waistband of your panties, a groan rolling from his chest as he felt your wetness. 

“Dressed this pretty pussy up so nice for him,” Shoto said as he moved the crotch of your panties to the side so he could gain more access, “and he goes and does that to you”. Your breath catches at the low rumbling of his voice, the tone he was taking. Something darker and wanting. You had never heard that from him before and now that it had graced your ears you felt almost desperate for it again. 

“It’s his loss isn’t sweetheart?” Sero asked as he made his way back over to his spot on the couch, only stopping for a moment to let his long fingers grip one of your ass cheeks before giving it a light slap. Your body was practically buzzing, head fuzzy from the feeling of Shoto’s lips on your skin and his fingers running almost cautiously across your clit and smearing the wetness. 

“F-Fuck” You whimpered at the lust burning up your spine, fingers gripping tighter into Shoto’s hair as his teeth grazed your collarbone.

“Wanna taste that pussy, can I?” He groaned out the question like it was paining him to wait. You nodded, maybe too eagerly as you heard Sero chuckle from beside you. Shoto’s strong hands were moving you so quickly you giggled as your head spun a little, turning you onto your knees just as you were about to get comfortable on your back, head leaned back on Sero’s thigh.

“How does her ass look in those lacey panties ‘Roki? Just as good as you always imagined?” the black-haired man asked, smirking a little bigger at the questioning look on your face as he grabbed one of the many pre-rolled blunts from his tray. 

“Better” Shoto mumbled, tugging your underwear down and off one leg and then the other before pressing a soft kiss to both of your cheeks and biting down on your thigh. Sero got himself comfortable, flipping onto a random channel and letting whatever show play as he leaned back against the arm of the couch to get a full view.

“You know he’s been waiting for you since high school,” He said casually as he lit the blunt between his fingers. “This is probably a dream come true”. You couldn’t reply as Shoto sunk two fingers into your pussy, his free hand gripping your asscheek and spreading you as he rolled his tongue up from your clit to taste the liquid essence creaming from your hole. You could feel the moan buzz from his tongue all the way to your bones, goosebumps flooding your flesh as an equal moan of pleasure escaped your lips, your lids clenching shut as your eyes rolled back. 

“Why not just share all my secrets Hanta,” Shoto commented through a rough tone, barely wanting to pull away from rolling your clit with his tongue, his fingers beginning to squelch inside of you. 

“You’re literally moaning into her pussy like a whore, not much of a secret” Sero said, taking a deep drag until his chest looked full. You tugged on his shirt as he was about to release it, pulling until he got the message and leaned down, angling your face up with a soft hand under your jaw and blowing the hit against your tongue as you inhaled greedily. He jumped lightly as your hand went to trail up his thigh. 

“Easy, might get something you’re not ready for,” He said, trying his hardest to ignore the way his cock hardened in his sweats as your pretty manicured hand moved dangerously close. 

“I think I might be” You said, biting your bottom lip between your teeth as you stifled another moan as Shoto’s fingers fucked against the sweet spot inside of you. Sero’s cheeks burned a candy pink as you swept your finger along the waistband of his sweats. 

“You good with this?”Sero asked Shoto over your back, holding the blunt to your lips to let you take a drag. You felt more than saw Shoto give him a thumbs up, a surprised squeak tumbling passed your lips as you felt his tongue join his fingers at your entrance, the warm muscle tasting everything you were giving him. Sero sat back again, this time moving his leg so it was up against the back of the couch and and the other planted on the floor, completely spread. 

“I’m gonna make one thing clear though buttercup, can’t be falling in love with me” He smirked, a teasing shine to his dark eyes now red around the outer edge. You rolled your eyes with a smile, pushing your hips back slightly against Shoto’s mouth.

“I’ll-ahh- try my best” You whimpered, the warm feeling of your release building low in your gut at the fervent rolls of Shoto’s tongue on your clit, the graze of his teeth making you shiver and moan a breathy version of his name. God if you only knew how good he was at this you and katsuki would have been done a long time ago. The intense feeling of your orgasm washing over you had a slutty moan dripping off your tongue, eyes clinched shut as your body shook and you leaked down Shoto’s fingers and against his tongue. 

“Shit sweetheart, so good for me, squeezing my fingers so tight” Shoto groaned, burying his face against your pussy again until you were twitching with overstimulation. You weren’t even sure if he was breathing as he continued to lap at your clit, fingers curling and scissoring your insides until you could feel your second orgasm coming. 

“Earth to space cadet” Sero commented, the hot feeling of his hard cock tapping at your cheek dragging you back from the burning pleasure in your core. Your mind was still scattered and your body shaking but you took his cock in your mouth without pausing, drawing a surprised groan from his chest as you took him as far as you could, Sero’s cock being so long you could barely fit half into your mouth before the head was prodding at the opening of your throat. You held onto his thigh as you gagged, taking a breath through your nose as your eyes watered, fighting a cough down.

“She’s choking” Shoto said, pulling back away from your pussy but leaving his fingers fucking into you as he took the blunt from Sero’s fingers. 

“She’s alright, She’s a natural” Sero said almost lazily, a satisfied sigh puffing with smoke from his lips as you worked him over with your tongue. You took what you couldn’t fit into your mouth in your hand and pumped him along with every suck, drool spilling out of the corners of your mouth as you traced the vein along the underside, Sero’s skin flush with goosebumps. The long fingers of one hand went to your hair, holding it back away from your face, letting him and Shoto get a good look. 

“Such a filthy girl,” Shoto groaned, releasing the smoke of his hit against your back and pressing wet kisses up your spine, fingers still thrusting into you. You wouldn’t have been surprised if your brain was melting out of your ears as all of your senses were being overwhelmed. The rough and soft touches, the moans and groans ringing in your ears, the debauched sounds spilling from you when you could get a breath, the smell of arousal and weed smoke thick in the air. Before you knew it Sero was pulling you off his cock, a deep flush on his cheeks. 

“Almost made me cum in your mouth,” He panted, pinching your nose with his knuckles in a teasing manner, “I’ve got a better idea though”. You weren’t even able to ask what he meant before he had a finger to your lips silencing you. 

“Wanna get back at Katsuki?” He asked. You thought for only a second before nodding, your clit throbbing as Shoto unzipped his jeans. You rubbed your thighs together as Shoto spit into his hand and fisted himself out of his pants, the slick sound of him stroking himself with a mixture of his salvia and your juices had your pussy clenching around nothing .In all honesty you had though about this many times, having both of your best friends use you to hearts content, being on your knees and wanting. All thoughts of Katsuki were long gone, something you would deal with tomorrow as bitterness still swam in your chest. You looked up at Shoto through your lashes as you took his cock in your hand, cheeks warming at the weight of him in your hand. He was thicker than Sero, not longer but definitely bigger, his tip a pretty red and already leaking, practically begging for attention. 

“Been hiding this big boy from me for too long” You said, a hot groan gracing your ears as you taped the sticky head against your tongue, Shoto’s hips rocking forward . You grasped Sero’s dick in your hand, stroking him as Shoto stretched your mouth. Your eyes were watering again as his girth pushed you to your limit, you could feel the tears spill over and you knew your carefully done makeup was smeared to hell. 

“Look how pretty you are, mouth so full of my cock you can barely think straight” Shoto said roughly, thrusting lightly against your tongue. You could feel Sero rub the leaking tip of his cock against your cheek, impatient with the pace you set with your hand. 

“Don’t forget me sweetness” He huffed, fingers going to your head to push you further down when you turn to him with your tongue out, “Suck me good and I’ll give you a bag of bud as a party favor”. He winked at you when you looked up at him, moaning your confirmation around his cock and making his thighs shake. You lost sense of yourself after a moment, fervent hands seemingly trading you back and forth, Sero fucking down your throat and Shoto pressing heavy against your tongue as they let growled praise and groans fill your ears. Drool was running down your chin and you were soaking your panties, every moan of your name or grip of fingers against your hair or throat had slutty noises pouring from your lips.

“F-Fuck Baby, d’know how long m’gonna last” Shoto said heavily, his eyes half lidded and nearly crossing everytime he felt your tongue sweep his cock.

“Same, fuck you got a mouth on you” Sero groaned filthily his eyes clinched shut as you sucked him in against your gag reflex again and again. One of Shoto’s hands had wandered to tug the top of your dress down and tug at your nipple, sending nearly electric shocks of pleasure down to your toes. Everything about this situation made you want to cum again but also being denied the stimulation you craved had your stomach in knots.

“Let’s take a pretty picture for Katsuki, Baby” Shoto panted, jaw set as your hand stroked what your mouth couldn’t get, a strangled moan escaping as Sero’s long fingers squeezed your flushed throat right where his cock was attempting to pummel through. You hadn't noticed the phone in Shoto’s hand until both guys were panting deep breaths and shifting away from you, fisting themselves in slick pumps as their breath groans pushed you closer to an untouched release.

“Stick your tongue out,” Sero instructed, “Smile, and I’d shut your eyes”. It was barely a moment after your eyes were closed that you felt the first shot of hot cum streak across your cheek, then your lips and tongue, and then the sound of Shoto’s groan and another splash and drip down your jaw and across your tongue again. 

“Perfect, god your gorgeous, this was fun” Sero huffed, still trying to catch his breath.

“Now don’t go falling in love with me Hanta” You commented with a smirk, swallowing down what had made it into your mouth. 

“Let me get you a towel” Shoto said shakily, his thighs twitching as he made is way over to the bathroom, the faucet running a second before he was coming back, wet towel in hand. You gratefully took it from him, wiping your face and chest clean. 

“Wanna see it before I send it?” Sero asked angling his phone towards you. You couldn’t help but let out a laugh, Katsuki was gonna loose his mind. There you were in full glory covered in a mix of Sero’s and Shoto’s cum, blissed out smile on your face and tongue out happy to take everything they gave you. 

“Send it” You said with smile, “and roll another blunt please”. 

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The Other Prince (nsfw)

bnha spoiler warning: Dabi is a Todoroki y/n is a princess set to marry Shoto Todoroki, but her heart lies with his reckless and cruel older brother Touya (Dabi). Here's a look into one of their nightly escapades.

Tags: kissing, oral (female receiving), nipple play, female ejaculation, vaginal penetration, choking, breeding kink, slapping, dominant Touya, submissive reader, some dubcon, alternate timeline

word count: 3.3k words

(sorry about any grammar or spelling mistakes)

Touya was never fit to be king. His father, Enji, had figured this all too quickly when he observed his eldest son as a child. There was too much anger, too much hate. No heed to any rules and utter disrespect towards anyone who would merely walk the wrong side of the hallway or not bow immediately when they saw him. There was no desire to be kind, to be warm or understanding towards his people. No, there was nothing in Touya aside from his triumphs on the battlefield that could have made him fit to be king.

His second eldest son had already publicly declared he had no intent to rule, instead providing his services to the palaces healers to much of the peoples approval. How could Enji have made him king without breaking the hearts of his subjects.

Then came Shoto.

Shoto was seen as perfect in Enjis eyes. Yes. The perfect king to lead the kingdom Enji built to protect and rule. Not only was Shoto kind and respectable, he was smart and knew how to take care of any matter within the lands walls. He listened to his peoples pleas, came up with war plans, made city plans, built community centers for his people, had excellent marks in his education. Shoto was responsible and just , something Touya could never quite accomplish.

Of course, there was one thing Shoto would never truly have that Touya always would- you.

You had first met the Todorokis 3 months ago, when you had just freshly arrived from the neighboring kingdom. There were hopes the kingdoms would be joined together due to such heavy reliance on each others resources, and with war threatening to spill over from foreign lands, it was decided there would be a marriage taking place to aid both lands.

The marriage had been announced 1 month into your visit, and what you thought had just been a visit to discuss resource trading turned into much more. Your mother and father had left a week later, coming back in the later months once the wedding grew much closer.

You grew miserable in your room, tired of seeing the same red silks each and every day, the same red flame crest adorning your golden door, the same ruby and pearl necklaces taking turns on your neck. You grew weary and homesick, wanting nothing more than to go home and be in your own bed, surrounded by your maids and companions. But this was your home now.

You grew miserable of the same straight laced people you met, with nothing else to say but the same thing, as if they were all programmed to imitate one another.

That was, until you discovered Touya. His vicious remarks, his off-putting grin, the crudeness within his words. His forwardness, the way he acted a brute and took everything for himself. But what you most admired was his ability to walk freely. To be the man he was inside and to show it off as such, to be selfish. It drew you to him like a moth to a flame.

And Touya, ever so wanting something of his own, was a flame that welcomed welcomed the moth to burn within him. And that was what led you to him this very night, just as any other.

You quietly opened your heavy golden door before shutting it behind you, looking left and right into the marble and stone hallways before making your way towards his room. With only a dimly lit lantern to guide you, you placed one soft foot after the other, peeking over every corner to avoid any guards who were on night duty.

You ran quickly through an open hallway that connected the tower that held your room along with other guest rooms and the tower that held the royal quarters. The midnight breeze from the open and glassless stone archways making your cerulean silk nightgown appear as mere wings as you ran 40 stories above ground.

As you entered the large doorway at the other side of the hallway, it opened up slowly to reveal Touya at the other end of it. You looked up at your lover before he encircled his arm around your waist, bringing you in for a quick kiss.

As you pulled back to you could only help but to smile at him. You brought a hand up to cup his cheek, "I missed you Touya," you whispered.

He leaned into your hand, closing his eyes and letting them rest, "and i've missed you." He opened his eyes and took the hand on his cheek to his lips, kissing it before holding it in his, "We have to move quickly, got it? We can't have anyone seeing us like this."

You nodded quietly, tangling your fingers in his as you both moved quickly through the maze of hallways. Once you two reached his door, he shuffled through his keys till he found a key made of silver and sapphires, pushing it into the keyhole and turning the handle, gesturing his head for you to walk through. This had been your routine every night for the past month and half.

You walked into the room, releasing the breathe you had been holding in. You hear the door lock shut behind you before you're grabbed by the neck and pressed against the stone walls of Touyas chambers. His breathes grow heavy as pins keeps you up against the wall, kissing you with insatiable hunger. His hand keeps to your neck as he moves to stand between your weak legs. Wanting in, Touya gives your bottom lip a tug, his way of telling you to open up for him, to which you happily oblige. Not wasting another fleeting moment, his tongue darts for yours as the grip on your throat tightens, your vision beginning to get spotted.

Touya, satisfied with the kiss, gives your lip one last bite before pulling away and releasing his grip on your throat. You gasp for air as he cups both of your cheeks and forces your head up to look at him. He looks down on your candlelight lit face, cock hardening by each second before giving you a peck on the lips and lifting you up over his shoulder and walking towards his bed.

Touya throws you onto his black silk sheets, watching your tits bounce in the thin nightgown as you hit the mattress. You giggle, catching him stare as you open your arms to him, watching him crawl over you on his knees as you lay between his legs. Touya wastes no time kissing you again, pawing at your tits through the thin silk fabric. Touya pauses his kisses and gives your left nipple a sharp pinch, making you yelp out.

You pout and look at him, "what was that for? you know they're still sensitive, my monthly course had just ended 7 nights ago," giving his arm a slight nudge.

Touya uses his other free hand to grip at your throat, moving towards your ear, "seeing you in those damned red gowns all day had my blood boiling, and you perhaps want me to care whether your tits can take a pinch or not?"

You cup his cheek, feeling somewhat guilty, "Touya, you know I had no control over what the seamstresses had made for me, I wasn't even informed till they had already finished with the gowns"

He rolled his eyes, letting go of your throat and licking your jugular. "Next time, how about you request a navy blue gown? Wear it to the next ball and dance with Shoto in it, then later take my seed into you while you wear it"

You smiled at his jealousy, "ill let the seamstresses know next time then my prince," relaxing your body as Touya left dark bite marks around your neck. Finished with your neck, the prince moves down to his favorite part of you- your tits. Groping them, he feels for the hardening nipple underneath, watching it poke through the silk as his mouth water. He slips the straps down hurriedly, watching as they bounce out from the thin fabric as he kneads them in his hands,

You moan softly, feeling his calloused hands palm and squeeze at your sensitive tits. Without much patience left, Touya latches on to your nipple as you gasp from his roughness. You hold onto his head, your fingers through his hair, "ah, my prince please I-, they're still tender and sensitive from my course," your voice shaking,

Touya ignores your pleas and gives your nipple a sharp nip, satisfied seeing as your tense up.

"Touya, please, theyre too sensitive right now" you say, in a more assertive tone.

The prince lets go of the nipple in his mouth with a pop, bringing his stony face up to look at you. "Princess, shut the fuck because im not stopping." he coldly states before moving back down to your tender nipples and latching on.

You begin to writhe under his body as he roughly suckles on your nipples, making you shake and cry out his name with pleas. When he gives your nipple a harsh tug between his teeth, you cry out, trying to push his head away from your abused flesh. You're immediately met with a harsh grip on your throat, crushing your airways. Touya gives you a look that makes you shut up, his darkened eyes and furrowed brow making sure you won't be pushing at him to get away tonight.

You can only writhe under him as he abuses your tits, giving hickies on the fleshy under parts of them, pinching, pulling and biting at your nipples. When he's done with your nipples, he gives both a lick and a kiss.

Touya begins to kiss the area between your tits, talking between kiss. "You dont have a clue as to what seeing you in this blue night dress does to me"

You shyly smile, "its your colors my prince"

He lifts the bottom portion of the nightdress up your legs and ass, cock aching against his silken pajamas, "which is exactly as to why I want to fuck myself into you that much harder." The silk all bunches up together at your stomach, exposing everything to the prince

Touya grabs your legs by the back of the knees, spreading your legs all the way till you can see your ankles to the left and right of your head. You give a slight whimper as Touya eyes your exposed cunt for him, whispering "all mine" before licking a stripe down your slit.

Your hips immediately give a slight jolt as you still aren't used to him licking you there yet. He takes the tip of his tongue from the outer opening of your cunt all the way up to your clit before licking a thick stripe between your puffy pussy lips, lapping up any wetness that is leaking out now. When his tongue begins to lap at your clit, you throw your head back to let out a moan. Your hands find his hair as his fucks his thick tongue in and out of your pussy, your hips thrusting upwards to meet his tongue. But when he latches on to your clit and suckles, your swear you see stars as your eyes roll to the back of your head as the familiar feeling begins to boil up inside you.

"aw princess what's wrong, gonna cum everywhere already? I haven't even stuck my cock into you yet and you're already about to squirt everywhere." Touya grins, knowing only he can do this to you. You're about the deny his claims out of pride, but your sentence is cut to a stop by one of his thick, calloused fingers slipping into your leaking cunt. "Sorry princess what was that? I couldn't hear you over the wet fucking noises your pussy is making", curling his finger as he fucked it into you.

Struggling to find your lost voice, you try to grab at his arm to slow him down, "T-Touya please, its gonna come out everywhere if you keep going, I can't, I- Touya please I can't!". You want for him to slow down, give your puffy cunt a rest but all he gives is a dry laugh, shoving another finger into your abused hole.

"Can't what huh? Can't have your pussy squirting everywhere? Princess you're about to fuckin cum and we both know it, so dont hold shit back you got that?" Touya barks at you, moving his head lower so he's eye level with your cunt.

You try to bring your trembling hands to push at his head but the grip on his hair tightens when Touya uses his free hand to pull back the hood of your clit, giving it licks with the tip of his tongue.

"T-Touya, fuck i-, what was that!" you moan out, legs beginning to tremble and shake uncontrollably.

He pulls his tongue back from your clit and rubs small, tight circles on the hood of your clit, pumping his fingers in and out as you go tense up, eyes rollings to the back of your head. You try to form a sentence but only small mumbles can come out.

"Thats it baby, just like that, cum all over your kings fingers like a good bitch" he coos, feeling that all too familiar pulse from your cunt as you cry out, squirting everywhere.

Touya opens his mouth to catch it as it sprays uncontrollably out of you, still fucking his fingers in and out of you wanting more, "I want every last fucking drop of it princess, so keep on squirting it out for me like the good bitch you are for your king."

Your body falls limp onto the bed as the last of it sprays out of you. You can only weakly whimper as Touya laps at your pussy, licking up your soaked thighs and cunt as to not waste a single drop. His fingers slide out of you, your cunt suddenly feeling empty as he suckles on his fingers coated with your cum.

You can feel sleep entering your system, so tired from the orgasm you just had to endure. You want to sleep, but the grip on your hair to pull your head up has you waking up.

"Not so fucking fast princess, you think you can cum like that and then give me nothing?", his grip on your hair tightening.

You wince from the pain of it, "Im sorry Touya, I feel so tired right now, please", pleading with your prince. Though, he was never really known to listen to others as he slaps you awake.

Your head spins as your cheek burns from the slap.

Touya grins, content with awakening you. "There we go princess, all wide awake for me again." Touya begins to unbutton his navy blue silk pajamas, taking off the soaked material. He gets up, walking to the other side of the giant bed where its dry, grabbing your ankle to drag your weak body to the edge of the bed. You weakly whisper protests as Touya grabs you from behind your knees, push your legs all the way open till your cunt lays open and exposed, a small trickle of your creamy cum running out of your abused hole. The sight of it makes his cock leak even more precum as he stands over you, relishing the view of your broken body.

Wasting no more time, he grabs to ropes, tying each one to your ankle and tying the tethered ropes to the bedposts near your head, your legs spread and your cunt open, too tired to fight it. He always tied your legs like this to make sure you wouldn't be able to close them no matter how hard your tried.

Now in front of you again, the forsaken prince took his cock, popping the thick head of it inside your cunt, cursing under his breathe from the tightness that he would never get used to. He watches your puffy cunts lip spread open wider and wider to accommodate his thick cock till its all the way in.

The brutal stretch had you awake as tears formed in your eyes from pain. There would never be any amount of preparation that would ever make it not hurt for you.

The prince cups your cheek, comforting you. "Shh, its okay princess, just bear with it for now okay? it always feels good later doesn't it?". You nod, trying to not cry.

Slowly, he brings his cock out of you, watching as it shines in the moonlight from your wetness. His cock is almost entirely out of you with only the head sitting inside when he slams it back into you, making you cry out his name as he begins to fuck you without mercy, not giving you much time to adjust.

Squelching noises and wet slaps begin to fill the room as you helpless cry out from being fucked by your prince.

"Fuck, its like your pussy was made for me princess" Touya groans out, watching as a creamy white ring forms on the base of his cock from your cunt.

Tears begin to stream out from your eyes as he begins to hit your cervix. "Touya, please its too much! you have to slow down, I can't-i can't take it like this please".

"Take it like what princess? You dont wanna take it like the slut you are?," Touya jeers at you, his hand snaking its way to squeezing your bouncing tits. "Fuck, these are gonna feed our kids one day", Touya lost in a trance watching them bounce from each thrust. "you'd want that, wouldnt you? Your pussy just tightened up, you wanna be my breeding bitch, princess?" He situates himself onto the bed now, his body pressed against yours now as you fucks you in deep, hard strokes.

Your hands reach to cup for his face, "Touya you know we can't, im set to marry Shoto."

"And so fucking what? Everyone can watch as your belly grows day by day, they'll think it belongs to that piece of shit when its really my seed growing in you. Tch, and when the brat comes out looking like me, i'll proudly claim it as mine", his grip tightening on your throat.

"T-touya, please-" you begin as another orgasm bubbles up, but he cuts you off.

"You want it just as much as I do, want me to fuck a brat into you, claim you as mine once and for all." His pace begins to quicken, the thought of breeding you making him seed threaten to spill into you.

You hold he's face close to yours, wanting it just as much as he does, "f-fuck, Touya you know I do".

"Then give me as many heirs as I want, let me breed you over and over, show everyone in this fucking palace who owns your cunt, he'll never be able to have you ever, ill make sure of it", his hips snapping into yours now as you cunt clenches down on his. "fuck, princess you're clamping down on my cock so tight, you wanna have my brats that bad huh? Wanna be pumped full of my cum till I knock you up?

"Touya!" you whine out, "please, its-its gonna happen again"

"fuck, gonna cum for me again princess?", the Prince's breathing becoming jagged.

You begin a sentence but is cut off when your prince's finger reaches your clit, making your cunt spams around his cock. Your eyes roll to the back of your head and when Touya feels you squirting all over his hips and legs, he goes limp and spills his seed deep inside you, cumming with you.

He kisses your forehead after you quickly fall asleep with his cock still inside you before sleeping on top of you. He sleeps hoping that tonight would be the night he'd finally impregnate you and make his for eternity, making sure Shoto will never have you.

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Healing Flames Chapter 9

Dabi x fem!Reader

Synopsis: The sad story of childhood friends. A boy driven by a desire to impress his father and a girl standing by him through everything. As (Y/n) witnesses Touya's escalating self-destructive behavior, she becomes increasingly concerned.

"(Y/n)! (Y/n)!" a voice calls out, waking her from her slumber. She recognizes the voice and slowly opens her tired, sleepy eyes, meeting his soft turquoise gaze brimming with excitement. The morning light filters through her windows, illuminating the smiling face of the red-haired boy who is jumping up and down with excitement.

(Y/n), still rubbing the sleep from her eyes, looked at Touya with a mix of curiosity and grogginess. "What is it, Touya?" she asked, her voice still carrying traces of sleep. With a gleam in his eyes, Touya eagerly extended his hand, flames dancing and flickering around it. The mesmerizing display of fire both fascinated and startled (Y/n). The warm glow illuminated the room, casting dancing shadows on the walls. "Look what I can do, (Y/n)!" Touya exclaimed, his voice filled with a mix of triumph and exhilaration.

The young (Y/n) was filled with excitement as she hopped off her bed. Her eyes reflected the same enthusiasm that shone in Touya's gaze. "You know what that means, right?" she exclaimed, her voice carrying a contagious energy. Touya, equally thrilled, nodded in response.

"I'm going to become a hero," declared Touya with unbridled excitement as they ran downstairs. Rei greeted them with a warm smile, reflecting a mother's pride. "Good morning, (Y/n)," she said with a gentle tone. "(Y/n) exclaimed, "Good morning, Mrs. Todoroki." She then turned to her mother and asked, "Mom, can we go to Touya's house?"

Her mother smiled affectionately at (Y/n)'s excitement and gently ruffled her daughter's hair. "Yes, you can go, but first you need to brush your teeth," she said, adding a practical touch to the excitement and grounding the moment in daily routines. (Y/n) was undeterred by the minor condition and responded with a quick nod and a promise to comply. "I'll be quick!" she exclaimed, already looking forward to her upcoming adventure with Touya. As Y/n and Touya walked toward the Todoroki residence, the air was filled with the infectious energy of childhood excitement. Holding hands, the pair made their way through the short distance between their homes, their laughter ringing through the peaceful neighborhood. The strong bond between Y/n and Touya was evident, strengthened by their shared dreams and youthful enthusiasm. Touya led (Y/n) to the Todoroki household's training room, where his father Enji Todoroki trained his powerful quirk. The room was filled with determination and the faint sounds of previous training sessions. It was scattered with various exercise equipment and training tools, indicating the intense regimen that took place within its walls. "Show me more," she exclaimed, her eyes shining with excitement. Touya, encouraged by her enthusiasm, cracked his knuckles and stepped into the center of the room. He focused, channeling the fiery energy within him.

He stretched out his hand with flames dancing around his fingertips, taking a deep breath. The room was bathed in an orange glow as the flames flickered and swirled in a mesmerizing dance. (Y/n) watched in awe as Touya displayed his budding quirk, captivated by the sight. As the flames grew more intense, his excitement increased. "I'm going to be the best hero," he exclaimed, the flames reflecting the fervor in his eyes. (Y/n) couldn't help but share in her friend's enthusiasm, her eyes shining with pride for her friend's newfound abilities. As time passed, Touya's dedication to training became more and more intense. But his once bright red hair gradually faded into a muted tone. (Y/n) stood by his side, supporting his aspirations with unshakable loyalty. However, as they delved deeper into the intricacies of his quirk, a grim reality surfaced. The very flames that defined his power held a dark secret - they burned him. Enji made a risky decision after discovering that Touya's quirk had unexpected side effects. Driven by his desire to surpass All Might and establish himself as the number one hero, Endeavor chose a different approach to reach his goals. Endeavor's decision to have more children was not motivated by a desire for family or fatherhood but by his relentless quest for power and dominance in the hero world. The Todoroki family became an experiment, with each child born with the weight of their father's expectations and ambitions. "I can't believe it, (Y/n)," Touya confessed, revealing the emotional turmoil within him. "I thought I could be the hero I wanted to be, but now he just thinks I’m a failure." There was a heavy silence in the room, with Touya's revelation being the only sound. His hair now almost half red and half white was ruffled and his eyes red from crying. She sensed the depth of his pain and offered a supportive presence, with her (e/c) eyes reflecting empathy. Touya continued to express his frustration and anguish, letting out a torrent of emotions. (Y/n) placed a comforting hand on Touya's shoulder, silently expressing solidarity. In that vulnerable moment, their connection deepened, transcending the boundaries of friendship. Touya, weighed down by his father's expectations, found solace in (Y/n)'s understanding presence. The revelation that Natsuo possessed an ice quirk, similar to his sister's, instilled a newfound sense of hope in the young boy. Touya was determined to prove himself and meet his father's expectations, so he began to train secretly. Driven by an unwavering pursuit of strength and a desire to surpass his limitations, Touya pushed his body to the brink. One day, while wandering around, (Y/n) stumbled upon Touya training at Sekoto Peak, the same location where his father used to train. The intensity of his regimen was evident, as he pushed himself beyond his limits. Flames danced around him, leaving burns and scars, reflecting the intensity of his inner struggle. Concerned for her friend's well-being, (Y/n) could not stand idly by and watch him self-destruct.

Approaching Touya with a gentle but firm demeanor, she pleaded with him to stop. "Touya, you're going to hurt yourself. This isn't the way to prove anything to your father," she urged her (e/c) eyes reflecting genuine worry. Touya, his breath heavy and his expression defiant, resisted her plea “I know my own body better than anyone”. The pain and frustration within him fueled his determination, blinding him to the toll it was taking on his body.

Despite his resistance, (Y/n) sensed the depth of his inner tempest. Calmly, she asked, "Are you in pain?" Her water quirk manifested, a gentle cascade of water droplets surrounding her hands. The soothing aura of her quirk was intended to alleviate the physical strain and offer comfort to her friend.

Touya, momentarily caught off guard by (Y/n)'s compassion, hesitated before admitting, "It hurts, but I have to get stronger. I can't be a failure." His words revealed the profound impact of Endeavor's expectations on his self-worth. (Y/n), understanding the complexity of Touya's emotions, continued to use her water quirk to ease his pain.

The day arrived when the youngest Todoroki child, Shoto, was born. His arrival marked a turning point in the family dynamics, as it became apparent that Shoto possessed the powerful combination of ice and fire quirks – a manifestation of Endeavor's long-sought desire for a child with a quirk capable of surpassing All Might.

For Touya, who had spent years grappling with the burden of being deemed a failure by his father, Shoto's birth brought forth a wave of complex emotions. Distorted by a mixture of envy, frustration, and a sense of inadequacy, Touya found himself caught in the shadows of his father's unrelenting ambitions.

When Enji discovered that Touya, his firstborn, had been training in secret, Enji's fury erupted like an uncontrollable blaze. The hidden flames of Touya's efforts, fueled by his desire to prove himself to his father, were suddenly exposed to the scalding scrutiny of Endeavor's wrath. Touya, struggling under the weight of his father's expectations, faced the searing intensity of Endeavor's disapproval. The clash between their ideals and aspirations ignited a metaphorical battle, the scars of which would linger long after the confrontation ended. (Y/n), once Touya's unwavering supporter, found herself caught in the crossfire. Concern etched across her features like gentle ripples on troubled waters as she witnessed Touya's relentless pursuit of strength, a pursuit that seemed to manifest in self-inflicted pain. Unable to stand idly by, she mustered the courage to voice her worries, gently suggesting that perhaps he should reconsider his path.

It was a delicate moment, framed by the soft glow of twilight that spilled into the room where they often found solace. (Y/n)'s voice, tender and laced with genuine care, carried her apprehensions. "Touya, I hate seeing you hurt yourself like this. Maybe... maybe you should consider taking a step back," she urged, holding his hand once again offering him much-needed relief with her healing ability, her eyes reflecting a blend of compassion and worry.

Touya, consumed by the intensity of his convictions, reacted with a fiery defiance. His turquoise eyes, mirroring the turbulent flames within, glared back at (Y/n) as if challenging her to comprehend the weight of his aspirations. "Why don't you understand, (Y/n)? This is the only way," Touya retorted, his words laced with frustration. The tension in the air crackled, the shadows cast by their conflicting emotions dancing on the walls. (Y/n) stood her ground, refusing to yield to Touya's anger, yet her concern lingered like a silent plea for him to reconsider.

The passage of years marked the silent progression of Touya's journey, unbeknownst to even his closest friend, (Y/n). The nature of his training had become a tightly guarded secret, concealed in the shadows that veiled his relentless pursuit of strength.

That winter as Touya entered the tumultuous phase of adolescence, the metamorphosis extended beyond the expected growth spurt. The once lanky figure transformed into a formidable presence, each sinew and muscle honed by the relentless dedication to his clandestine pursuits. Unseen by (Y/n) or the world at large, Touya's body underwent a profound transformation, a silent testament to the intensity of his training.

Puberty, with its unpredictable alchemy, unfurled another layer of change within the boy. The flames that danced within him, once characterized by their crimson hues, underwent a remarkable shift. As if touched by an unseen hand, they transformed into a vibrant shade of blue, a manifestation of the escalating intensity within. As the vibrant blue flames flickered and roared, a testament to the intensity of his emotions, Touya found himself overwhelmed by a surge of euphoria. The tears of happiness, unbidden and unexpected, traced a path down his cheeks, reflecting the kaleidoscope of emotions churning within.

For the first time in the solitude of his training, Touya glimpsed a glimmer of validation—a tangible manifestation of his growth and the burgeoning power within.

The resonant sound of knocks echoed through (Y/n)'s home, stirring her attention from the tranquility of her routine. With a curious expression, she opened the door to find the white-haired boy standing there, a playful glint in his eyes. "Hey, (Y/n)," he greeted, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. "Wanna come play with me and my siblings?"

Touya, caught up in the excitement of the moment, grinned as he prepared to kick the ball high into the air. However, the unpredictable nature of the game had other plans. Just as he swung his leg to send the ball soaring, a sudden stumble disrupted his balance. Touya found himself in an unexpected tumble, much to the amusement of Natsuo, whose laughter echoed through the air. Concerned, Fuyumi and (Y/n) rushed to his side. "Are you alright, Touya?" Fuyumi asked, her voice laced with a mix of worry and amusement. (Y/n), with a playful smile, joined in, "That was quite the dramatic fall. You didn't hurt yourself, did you?" Touya, despite the tumble, brushed off the embarrassment with a good-natured laugh. "I'm fine, I'm fine," he assured them, picking himself up. "Just got a little too excited, I guess."

"Hey, (Y/n)! Guess what?" Touya exclaimed, pulling her away form his siblings, a mixture of excitement and determination in his voice. Caught off guard, (Y/n) raised an eyebrow, a curious smile playing on her lips. "What's got you so fired up?" his grin widened as he leaned in, his voice barely above a whisper. "I've been training in secret, getting stronger every day. You won't believe how much progress I've made!"

The revelation sparked a twinkle of excitement in (Y/n)'s eyes, but concern quickly followed. "Touya, training in secret? Are you sure that's a good idea?" The boy chuckled, brushing off her concern with a confident wave of his hand. "Trust me, (Y/n), I know what I'm doing. And when I'm strong enough, I'm going to tell Dad. He's always busy, but when he has a day off, I want him to see how much I've improved."

(Y/n) couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions—pride in her friend's determination, but also a sense of worry about his physical health. She placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder, meeting his gaze with sincerity. "I believe in you. If this is what you've set your mind to, then go for it. But promise me you'll be careful, okay? You don't have to carry everything on your own."

Touya's expression softened, appreciating (Y/n)'s concern. "Thanks, (Y/n). You're always there for me. I'll make sure to be careful, and when the time is right, I'll show Dad what I can do. I want to make him proud. And once I do, I want to show you next."

(Y/n) woke up early in the morning, excited to pay a visit to her dear friend Touya. However, as she approached the house, an unexpected scene unfolded before her eyes, shattering the tranquility she expected. Touya, with a determined look on his face, was running away from the house with all his might. The anguish and despair etched on Rei's face caught (Y/n) off guard and held her back for a moment, frozen in shock. Rei's voice broke the silence, strained with desperation and fear. She begged Touya to stop and come back, but he didn't seem to listen. His eyes were fixed ahead, and nothing seemed to stop him from his mission. (Y/n) felt a sense of confusion and concern, wondering what had happened and why Touya was acting so recklessly. (Y/n) watched as a heated exchange between a mother and son unfolded before her very eyes. The son was fueled by frustration and resentment, and he was lashing out at his mother. Tears were welling up in Rei's eyes as she pleaded with her son to stop doing this to himself. "Touya, please! You can't keep doing this to yourself!" she begged. But the boy was inconsolable, blaming his mother for his very existence. "You're the reason I turned out like this! You and Dad!" he spat out, his words cutting deep into Rei's heart. Seeing the painful sight, (Y/n)'s (e/c) widened, and without a second thought, she ran up to Rei, to offer her support. (Y/n) felt the weight of the emotional turmoil that enveloped her. "Mrs Todoroki, what's happening? Why is Touya so upset?" she asked, concern etched on her face. Rei, her voice choked with tears, gestured toward the retreating figure of Touya. "He's been training in secret, pushing himself to the limit. Did you know this?" As (Y/n) froze at Rei's words, she could see the pain etched on her face. With a pang of guilt, she lies shaking her head. At that moment, (Y/n) felt a pang of empathy for Rei and a surge of worry for Touya. She wanted to help him in any way she could. "I'll go after him. I'll try to talk some sense into him," (Y/n) said. Rei nodded, her eyes pleading for (Y/n) to reach Touya before it was too late. "Please, (Y/n), bring him back. I can't bear to see him hurt like this." Her voice was trembling as she spoke, and (Y/n) could see that the worry and stress were taking a toll on her.

The desperation in her heart matched the rhythm of her breath as she searched for him everywhere. The vivid image of Touya running away, fueled by resentment and pain, lingered in her mind, intensifying her fear for his well-being. Unable to shake off the sense of foreboding, (Y/n) instinctively thought of the one place Touya had mentioned before – Sekoto Peak.

Its silhouette etched against the horizon. (Y/n)'s breaths came in ragged gasps as she ascended the final stretch, the urgency pushing her body to its limits. The once-vibrant forest surrounding the peak appeared ominous, the trees standing like sentinels to a tragedy that might unfold.

Her heart pounded in her chest as she reached the overlook, and what she saw paralyzed her with shock. Flames raged, devouring the life of the forest that had once been a testament to nature's beauty. The crackling of the flames echoed in the eerie stillness, and the acrid smell of smoke filled the air.

She called out Touya's name, the desperation in her voice echoing through the fiery chaos. The only response she received was the crackling of flames and the haunting silence that followed. Fear clenched her heart as she imagined the worst. With tears streaming down her face, (Y/n) gathered her resolve. Her water-controlling quirk now became her only hope. She approached the edge of the inferno, her eyes scanning the burning landscape for any sign of Touya.

Summoning her quirk, (Y/n) created a protective barrier of water around herself, shielding her from the intense heat. With determination in her eyes, she ventured into the flames, navigating the scorching terrain in search of her friend. The once-familiar paths were obscured by smoke and embers, making every step a perilous journey. As (Y/n) pushed forward, the heat seemed to intensify, and the cries for help became more pronounced. She gritted her teeth, pushing through the pain and fear, fueled by the singular goal of finding Touya.

Her mind raced with thoughts of their shared memories, the bond they forged over the years. "I can't lose him. I won't," she vowed silently, determined to reach Touya and bring him back from the heart of the blazing turmoil.

She ventured deeper into the heart of the blazing inferno on Sekoto Peak, the heat proved to be an unrelenting adversary. Her water barrier, initially a feeble shield against the intense temperatures, evaporated rapidly, leaving her exposed to the flames.

The air was thick with smoke, making each breath a laborious effort. Dehydration set in swiftly, her throat parched, and her limbs growing heavy. Determined to find him, (Y/n) pressed on, squinting through the smoke and flames as she strained to see through the chaotic haze. The silent cries for help echoed in her ears, urging her forward, despite the growing weakness in her body.

The once-vibrant forest had transformed into a nightmarish landscape, the crackling flames devouring everything in their path. (Y/n)'s resolve wavered for a moment as the reality of the situation sunk in. The inferno had become an unpredictable adversary, and her water-controlling quirk was proving to be insufficient against the overwhelming heat.

The scorching air sucked the moisture from her, leaving her feeling disoriented and vulnerable. Each step became a test of endurance, the fiery terrain challenging her both physically and mentally. Sweat-soaked and drained, (Y/n) pressed forward, fueled by the unwavering determination to find Touya and bring him to safety.

As she moved through the raging blaze, the intensity of the heat increased, and the signs of dehydration became more pronounced as she couldn’t produce anymore water from her body. Her vision blurred at the edges, and her movements became sluggish. Yet, the silent pleas for help spurred her on, refusing to let despair take hold.

An idea sparked in her mind, a desperate and risky one. With a gritted determination, she halted for a moment, glancing around at the towering flames. Realization dawned upon her—she needed something more potent, something that could overpower the relentless fire.

In an act of sheer resolve, (Y/n) clenched her teeth and bit down hard on her hand. Pain shot through her as the metallic taste of blood filled her mouth. She winced, but the crimson liquid began to flow, dripping onto the scorched ground below.

With a trembling hand, she began to manipulate her blood with her water-controlling quirk, forming a makeshift mix of blood and water. A shiver ran down her spine as the eerie combination materialized, creating a dark liquid swirling with both elements.

Summoning all the strength she had left, (Y/n) flung the concoction toward the encroaching flames. The blood-infused water exploded upon contact, creating a sizzling reaction as steam billowed up. The fire, momentarily subdued, gave (Y/n) a narrow window to push forward.

But she couldn't afford to celebrate. The effects were temporary, and the flames hungered for more. She continued to pursue Touya, her determination now fueled by this newfound strategy. The makeshift weapon of blood and water became her lifeline, a risky but necessary measure to navigate the blazing labyrinth.

The silent cries for help grew louder, urging her forward, as if the forest itself was imploring her to succeed. As (Y/n) moved deeper into the heart of the inferno, the struggle against the relentless blaze intensified. Each step, a delicate dance between survival and the unforgiving elements, became a testament to her unwavering commitment to reach Touya.

The flames, momentarily subdued, roared back to life with an unquenchable vengeance. Exhaustion weighed heavily on her, and the toll of blood loss began to manifest in her weakened state.

Her steps, once fueled by determination, became unsteady as the inferno closed in around her. The dark landscape, illuminated only by the dance of flames, blurred at the edges of her vision. The cries for help, both imagined and real, reverberated through the smoky air, a haunting symphony that added to the disorienting chaos.

A wave of dizziness washed over (Y/n), and she stumbled, her limbs heavy with fatigue. The ground beneath her felt unsteady, as if the very earth itself was rebelling against her desperate journey. Blood loss, coupled with the scorching heat, weakened her resolve, and she knew she was reaching the limits of her endurance.

As she pushed forward, the once vibrant forest now reduced to ashes and embers, (Y/n) felt a sense of hopelessness creeping in. Her quirk, usually a source of strength, had become a double-edged sword, draining her both physically and mentally. The darkened silhouette of Sekoto Peak loomed ahead, a cruel reminder of the challenges she faced.

As (Y/n) pressed on, the once-lively forest reduced to ashes, hopelessness gripped her. Her quirk, a usual strength, now drained her physically and mentally. Silhouette of Sekoto Peak loomed, a cruel reminder.

With labored breaths, (Y/n)'s movements grew sluggish. The ground trembled beneath her, or her faltering stability? Summoning more blood-infused water proved demanding.

A low groan escaped her lips as exhaustion tightened its grip. The blood-soaked ground swayed, the world blurred. Flames, once fierce, now painted agony.

(Y/n) collapsed to her knees, vision spinning. The inferno closed in like a hungry predator. Haunting whispers of cries for help echoed, mingling with crackling flames.

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I have yet to put last year’s sticker on anything bc I’m too hesitant and feel like I’ll regret it, so you best BELIEVE these popsicles ain’t goin anywhere yet… it has to be perfect because they deserve nothing left 😌💕

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Todoroki Enji | Endeavor/Reader Characters: Todoroki Enji | Endeavor, Reader Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Dragon King Endeavor, Queen Reader, Arranged Marriage, Alternate Universe - Arranged Marriage, War, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor Redemption, Soft Todoroki Enji | Endeavor Summary:

When a chance to end the 100-year-long war sits itself right at your feet in the form of a 7-foot-tall dragon king, you can't help but accept. Little did you know where you'd end up...

Hi lovelies!! So I’m writing my first ever series (though I have another in the works hehe) and I wanted to share it with you all. I’ve decided to post it to Archive Of Our Own instead of Tumblr, but I may cross post it here in the future, depending on how well it does over there. I hope you’ll all consider reading it, because I have big plans for it. Chapter 1 isn’t any nsfw, but that’s coming very soon! 

20 notes - Posted January 3, 2022

#3

Y’all Shinsou really ain’t that nice of a guy in the show, and he’s so driven by the need to prove to both himself and others that he’s not a villain that sometimes I wonder if he really wants to be where he is, or if he just feels obligated to prove that everyone’s expectations that he’ll be a villain are wrong.

It makes me kinda hurt for him bc sometimes he seems unhappy with his journey to becoming a hero, but at the beginning I thought he was just as competitive a person as Bakugou, only super cold instead of explosive. But now, high and on my third rewatch of MHA, I feel like he just feels obligated to prove everyone wrong, whether or not that is what he really wants to do with his life.

Idk, I feel like he’s a really open-for-discussion character when talking about him canonically and I kinda love that about him. If y’all have thoughts about him and his character, lemme know bc I just love this boy so much and truly think he’s severely underrated

is this opening the possibilities for a shinsou hurt/comfort fic? maybe it is maybe it isn’t I guess you’ll have to wait and see huh?

24 notes - Posted November 3, 2022

#2

Hey I know you beta’d for Gnarlypunkassbitch for Our Enigma. I noticed she’s deleted her ao3 account and her Twitter, do you know what happened or if she’s ok?

Omg yes! Ok so she DMed me before deleting and let me know that she’s had some ongoing issues with both her physical and mental health. I’ve known about them for a little while, as that is the reason she hasn’t updated the story since like February I think?

Essentially she had been feeling a tremendous amount of pressure over not having the time, energy, or inspiration to write and/or update the story. Despite readers’ support and reassurance for her to take her time and prioritize her wellbeing, as writers online we can often get caught up in the trap of thinking that just because we have a story that might be successful, which I would absolutely consider OE successful with tens of thousands of reads, we have to update on a constant schedule or our readers are going to get mad.

I know when she first started it she updated regularly, but from what I know it was supposed to end a while ago but she kept extending it bc readers wanted more. She eventually had to prioritize her well-being over the story, since she lost inspiration. And while this happened a few weeks ago, she still felt the pressure from AO3 and Twitter, so she decided that a full cleanse would be best for her.

However, we are still in contact, so she hasn’t completely vanished. I’ve emailed her in response to the DMs she sent me before leaving Twitter, and expressed my support for her to take care of herself first. She did say in the DMs that she may come back and repost the story in the future after she’s worked on herself, but that’s completely up to her. I do still have the beta read documents, and she still has the originals, so the story still exists, just not publicly right now. I was also talking with her about releasing a podfic of the story, though I hadn’t planned to even start recording it until October.

As of right now, she hasn’t responded. I emailed her on April 6th when she left, so it hasn’t been super long since then. But I expressed that she didn’t have to respond or anything if she needed a full cleanse from everything. Though I did express that I was sending her good vibes and thoughts, as well as my willingness to act as a channel for her to communicate with all the fans of OE in order to update you all on her state, as well as share your support and love for her.

I just feel so incredibly privileged to have been a part of this story, even if the work I did never got shared publicly. Because I got to become friends with a generous, kind-hearted, marvelously talented woman, while also sharpening my editing skills at the same time. Like I literally kept a cry count throughout this fuckin fic and the first read through I cried 15 times, and by the end of the beta it was up to 27. If a writer is able to make you cry even when you know what’s coming next? That’s true mastery in my opinion. So like wow. I just…. I’ll never shut up about this fic y’all. Never ever. I wish I could share the beta docs so y’all could still read it, but that would be a breach of her trust since she took it down publicly and hasn’t responded to my message yet. So I unfortunately won’t be doing that.

I’m also honored that people have come to me to ask after her. Like wowza. I’ve had numerous people do so, and I just can’t get over it. The love that has already been shown just in the past 6 days is astonishing. She impacted so many in such a profound way, and I am more than happy to act as a bridge to you all now. Though I will say that if you’d like to send her love and/or we’ll wishes that I won’t be contacting her again until she responds to me. Because we all need to respect her journey to healing, and if that means never hearing from her again, I hope you’re all willing to accept that and still wish her well.

So really all we can do now is sit together in our love for her and the story, send her positive energy in her road toward healing, and cross our fingers that she will one day bring this masterpiece back to life. But the decision is completely up to her, and I hope you’ll all support her just as much as I do. Keep an eye out for her possible return, maybe check like once every month or two. I will also make an announcement if she does return, so let’s do what we can right now to get her those good, healing vibes 🥰🥲

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64 notes - Posted April 12, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

good luck charm

synopsis: when you decide to get a little cheeky and put on a cute cowboy’s hat you get a lot more than you bargained for

warnings: strangers to lovers, slight size kink, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, Katsuki’s a playful bastard (if there are any I’m missing let me know lmao)

length: 9.7k

inspired by an ask submitted to @kingkatsuki by @thecowboykatsuki-anon and featuring art based on the same idea by @jozstanko-art​ we’re all just whipped by this fucker and want to put his hat on and have him fuck us silly

Rodeos weren’t particularly your thing, considering you had grown up in the suburbs your entire life. College had introduced you to people who had grown up with lifestyles contrary to your own, including your best friend Mina, who had grown up in a small rural town. Where she had grown up everyone knew each other, and things like farms and town fairs and rodeos were commonplace among the population.

So, when she invited you to one of said rodeos after your junior year had ended you were intrigued enough to oblige. She had told you about them for the past three years, and you were somewhat curious after all the hype she had placed on them. So about two weeks after the semester ended you found yourself in her hometown. It was a small town, with a main street that consisted of about three blocks of bars and independent shops that provided everything from boutiques to ice cream parlors.

As the day approached dusk on your summer vacation you found yourself at the main fairgrounds for the (apparently monthly) rodeo and trying not to entirely mentally check out. You genuinely had no idea what was going on, despite the fact that Mina had spent the hour and a half drive from your university apartment to her childhood home explaining everything that happened at a rodeo. All you could grasp was that there were three events and which ones her friends competed in. One competed in two, while another competed in the other.

The third friend competed in all three events and was recognized area-wide as exemplary in all of them, and by the way Mina described this man he was incredibly attractive. So, you spent your free time on the drive imagining how this man looked. You only knew he had blonde, spiky hair, red eyes, and a near permanent scowl. However, considering he participated in all three of these events you had to assume he was in peak physical condition. Something about Mina’s description of him made your stomach flutter.

As she pulled into the parking lot of the arena you realized just how popular this event was. It seemed as though every person in town was here, and the parking had spilled over from the actual lot onto the field surrounding it. Once you had parked in the closest possible spot, you and Mina made your way over to the competitors’ area.

Since she knew so many of the participants the two of you were permitted past the gate reading “Competitors and staff only.” She led you through a light crowd of men and women, many of whom were decked out in full cowboy regalia. There was also the occasional horse, bull, or steer being led to their pens to await their turn on the arena floor.

Coming to a pair of young men, Mina bounced on the balls of her feet and tapped a red-haired man on the shoulder. He turned around questioningly before lighting up at the sight of your best friend.

“Well look who finally made it,” boomed the man. He towered over you, absolutely built but attractive in a big puppy kind of way. His smile was infectious, and as he pulled Mina into a bear hug, you found yourself smiling as well.

“Eiji, I missed you so much!” Mina practically jumped onto her friend, her arms clinging around his neck. So, this must have been Kirishima. Now that you heard his name you could recall several stories Mina had shared with you about the red-haired giant. She had also shared with you, in confidence of course, that she’d had the biggest crush on him since middle school, but never worked up the courage to ask him out.

“Missed you too,” he murmured, his face buried in her neck. If you didn’t know any better, it would have looked like the two were already dating. The thought had you chuckling, as it was quite obvious that Kirishima felt the same way about Mina. You supposed it was probably easier to see as an outsider.

“God, get a room, will ya?” came a gruff voice from behind the pair. You shifted your attention from the closeted lovers before you to the man standing just behind them. Sure enough, based on Mina’s description of him, you assumed it was Bakugou Katsuki. Only he was so much more attractive than you had expected. His garnet eyes were piercing as they moved from Kirishima and Mina over to rest on you, and you found yourself blushing and looking away under his intense gaze. “And who are you?”

“Oh, guys this is my best friend and roommate Y/N,” Mina supplied, releasing Kirishima from the chokehold she had him in and moving back to your side to prompt you forward. “She finally agreed to come see you guys compete!”

“Wow, that’s awesome. Thank you so much, and it’s nice to meet ya,” grinned Kirishima as he held out his hand to shake yours. He was the picture of gentlemanly perfection, and you found yourself instantly drawn toward him.

“Absolutely, I figured I should come see what all the hype is after this one talked it up so much for three years,” you chuckled and gestured toward your pink-haired friend. “She talks about you guys all the time.”

“Better be good things,” grumbled Bakugou, crossing his arms over his chest. The action had his black, green and red plaid shirt pulling tight over his biceps and chest, drawing your attention to the rest of his physique. His thighs were massive, though you supposed that was from years of training to ride bucking animals. His leather chaps had imagery of explosions down the sides, and flared out at the ends along with his dark jeans to accommodate his leather cowboy boots. Atop his head sat a well-loved black cowboy hat, beneath which his spikes of ash blonde hair peeked.

“Oh, only the best. I hear that you guys are some of the best riders around,” you nodded. His slight scowl didn’t budge, and in that moment, you decided you’d make it your goal to get him to smile by the end of the night.

“Aww, thank you Mina,” Kirishima crooned, throwing his arm around the smaller girl.

“Of course, I’d say good things, ya doofus. You guys are my best friends.” Mina’s cheeks were darkening from the proximity to the “love of her life,” as she had put it so many times. 

You chuckled, watching as the childhood friends caught up with one another. There were two more that joined, named Sero and Denki, and as the conversation continued and the crowd shifted, you found yourself shoulder-to-shoulder with Bakugou after a while. You chimed in every once in a while, but mainly let Mina catch up with her friends. Bakugou seemed to have a similar approach to the conversation, watching as Mina and Kirishima cluelessly flirted and teased one another. 

“Are they always this oblivious?” You kept your words quiet as you directed them toward the blonde beside you.

“Those two have been doing this shit for years,” he sighed. “We keep tryin’ to get em together, tell them that they’re into each other, but they’re about as dense as two blocks of concrete.”

You snorted, “Must be exhausting having to watch that for so many years.”

“You ain’t got a clue.” He let out a puff of air through his nose, and when you peeked up at him through your lashes, you realized it was a chuckle. There was a shadow of a smile on his lips, and you felt your chest glow with pride at having gotten even that out of the stoic man.

“You should smile more,” you said teasingly, bumping your shoulder against his, though it was admittedly more against his bicep than anything.

“That a command, little missy?” He turned those burning eyes on you once again, and you felt something tighten deep within you. Feeling a surge of confidence roll through you as you captured his attention, you reached up and plucked his hat off his head before plopping it down on your own. It was warm and smelled like his shampoo, something deep and spicy. His lips slowly slid into a sly grin as you tilted your head back slightly more than before to be able to see him under the brim of it.

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2,759 notes - Posted October 29, 2022

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[stuffkin]

a lovely gift for my lovely bestie @mcschnuggles

ao3!

Keigo:

Unca e ji, i frew up :(

That was the kind message Enji had woken up to, and had consequently ignored, figuring it was a joke. It’s not the first time Takami had sent such things to him only to show up later fit as a fiddle. Surely he’s jesting. 

And yet there is no sign of him throughout the day. No more messages. No quips of aww, were you worried? You’re growing soft. Not a sign of a single red feather. No, he didn’t start every time he saw a flash of red. He’s not worried. Radio silence is to be expected from Takami, given his role. 

The nagging persistence that something is wrong doesn’t go away. If anything, it grows stronger. And so at the end of the day, Enji storms the feathered hero’s flat against his better judgment. A fool, that’s what he’s become. This is just another trick to get the better of him. 

By the time he reaches the right building, having taken the convoluted way Takami insisted on to make sure he wasn’t being tailed, Enji is seriously considering turning right around. This is nonsense, he thinks even as he slides the recently acquired key into the lock. Takami is a grown man, a hero. He can take care of himself sick or not. 

Enji enters the flat. 

“Takami?” Endeavour calls out into the silent flat. No response. Maybe he’d just dipped on work, then? Even as he thinks it, Enji knows that’s wrong; no matter how nonchalant Hawks is, hero work is his number one priority. He thinks back to the text he’d received earlier. Maybe he really is sick. Maybe he’s at the doctor. Maybe…

A quiet coughing breaches Enji’s thoughts, sending them to a screeching halt. Good, because who knows where they would have led him? Bad, because that means Takami–presumably–is here, and Enji doesn’t exactly know how to care for someone sick. Perhaps he could just…leave? It doesn’t appear that Takami had heard him enter. He can just check in later. Right? 

He finds himself creeping towards the source of the coughing. The bedroom. In the rather limited times Enji’s visited, he’s not once seen the bedroom door open. An intentional play on Takami’s part, no doubt, to add that final layer of protection. Who is Enji if he doesn’t respect that boundary? 

Another round of coughing answers that question. Well, he’d always been good at burning boundaries away. 

The bedroom is darker than the hallway, curtains drawn to their fullest extent. While Enji isn’t a hesitant man–in fact, that’s one of his flaws, he’d wager–he still lingers in the doorway. It’s sparse as far as bedrooms go. And that’s coming from him. A dresser is pressed up against the same wall as the door with a half full hamper slouched next to it. In a corner is a rather sad, crumpled cardboard box. The only other furniture in the room is a bed tucked against the opposite wall, under the window. In its center is a huddled heap of blankets. Even in the gloom, the red is hard to miss. 

Cautious, Enji steps across the room. Not close enough to startle him, just close enough to make sure this isn’t an emergency situation. The red he had spied from across the room is, of course, one of Takami’s wings. Poking out from beneath the blanket, it’s curled around his shoulder and tucked carefully against his chest. One of his arms is wrapped around it with his fingers loosely lost in the feathers. Like a security blanket Enji thinks dumbly before realizing that’s exactly it is.Takami, sick, sought any sense of safety he could and what’s more safe than himself? 

A pang strikes deep in Enji’s chest. Ignoring it, he studies Takami for any other clear signs of illness. Unnecessary, considering the fact that he’s still in bed, still asleep, but Enji is nothing if not thorough. A pale kid already, his skin is far too colorless for his liking. As he watches, Takami sniffles in his sleep and burrows further into his feathers.

Shaking his head, Enji slowly retreats out of the room and recloses the door behind him. What should I do here? He could very well just leave; he hadn’t been asked to do anything. Why is he here, anyway? 

But something tugs him in the direction of the tiny kitchen. Call it goodwill. Call it stupidity. It doesn’t matter. Takami is sick, and sure, Takami is stupidly independent. Doesn’t mean he actually knows how to take care of himself. Who would have taught him? Enji thinks. 

The fridge is the first clue that Enji may be right on the money. It’s lackluster. And empty. Besides a few bottles of water, a tupperware shoved in the back, and half a loaf of bread, the only other thing is an apple sitting smack in the middle of the top shelf. The apple wouldn’t be that out of place if it weren’t for the chunk missing out of it, leaving the exposed flesh of the fruit brown and soft. Enji stares at it. Then he closes the refrigerator door with a soft whump. Okay. Maybe there’s something in the cabinet. 

No luck. The first cabinet is as bare as the fridge with only dust greeting the light of day. The second one has a stack of ramen cups. He’s standing there, staring at this new problem, when he hears something from behind him. It takes every ounce of self-control not to whirl around with his flames at the ready. Maybe his family is right. Maybe he does need therapy. Exhaling through his nose, he casts a quick glance over his shoulder to confirm his suspicion. Sure enough, Takami is there, looking half a step from keeling over. He coughs into his hand and pulls his blanket tighter around his shoulders. 

“You were fast asleep a minute ago,” Enji says gruffly.  “Did I wake you?” 

“You didn’ answer,” Takami sniffles in response, rubbing a fist against his cheek. It’s not the first time the kid’s been pouty, but it lacks the usual charm. “My text, I mean.”

"Thought you were joking," Enji answers as he opens another cabinet. More ramen. He has his work cut out for him. Granted, he already knew that, considering who he's dealing with. "It's not the first time you've told me that."

"Didn' answer then, either." Takami shuffles further into the kitchen, which really means he shuffles right into Enji’s personal bubble. There’s absolutely no space in the room. It’s a wonder that Enji could fit his bulk into it at all. Leaning against him, Takami hums quietly. “Warm.” 

It doesn’t take a genius to figure out. Not only is Takami sick, he’s also small. There’s no way in hell he’d be this…this cuddly otherwise. With a sigh, Enji resigns himself to a long evening. He hadn’t thought the kid could get sick. Having him sick and small…quite frankly, Enji would rather face a whole horde of villains by himself. Instead, he places a large hand on his shoulder and steers him into the adjoining living room. “Stay put. I’m going to run to the store.” 

“No.” 

The command catches them both off guard, if Takami’s wide eyes are anything to go by. Unamused, Enji crosses his arms. “I’m not feeding you instant ramen.” 

For a moment, a familiar mischievous glint enters Takami’s eyes. “Aw, I didn�� know you felt that way.” The grin on his face is uncanny. Lopsided. Two shades to the left of what it should be. “You could say–” 

“Don’t–”

“–you have the hots for me.” 

It’s surprising his eyes don’t pop out of his head with how hard Enji rolls his eyes. Meanwhile, Takami’s ensuing laughter is cut short by another round of coughing. “Easy,” Enji says, squeezing his shoulder. “Deep breath.” Surprisingly, Takami does as told. One, two, three shuddering breaths later, he’s back to looking like a half-drowned kitten, slumped over and boneless. Enji pats his back. “Better?” Receiving a half-hearted shrug, he resists the urge to sigh and opts to take it at face-value. “Alright. Since you don’t want me to leave, I’ll order some groceries.” He pauses. “Is that alright?” Considering the kid’s paranoia, what does he do when he needs something delivered? 

By the looks of it, nothing seems alright in Takami’s eyes, but he nods anyway. Enji keeps the order simple; he has a limited knowledge of what he likes on the best of days, and considering his current state, the options are even further diminished. Still. If a box of fruit gummies makes it into the cart, so be it. 

What Enji doesn’t expect is the awkwardness that comes with waiting. There’s still a good thirty minutes before their order arrives. Typically, Enji is perfectly content to sit in silence, and Takamilooks dangerously close to falling back asleep. Perhaps that would be best. Nudging Takami’s shoulder, Enji murmurs, “Come on, Kei-chan, let’s get you back to bed.” 

Takami holds up his arms. Silent, Enji scoops him up, carries him to bed, and tucks his blanket more securely around him. Then he glances around the bare room. As sparse as he is, it surprises Enji that he doesn’t appear to have any comfort items. After all, he’d told him that he “pretended” for the cameras–surely there were some “props.” 

His eyes drop to the cardboard box in the corner. Without asking, he crosses over to it and, ignoring the weak squawk of protest, tips open a flap. Bingo. In the box are an assortment of baby items, but none of them seem to have been used much. Enji furrows his brow. A glance back towards the bed leaves him with just as many questions as answers. Takami watches him tiredly, the protests having died down. 

“No point,” he mumbles. 

“Tch. Nonsense.” Enji isn’t quite sure what either of them mean by this exchange, but he parses the box once more. PIcking out two items, he strides over to the bed. “Here.” He holds out a fire-engine-red pacifier and small stuffed koala, barely larger than the palm of his hand. When Takami doesn’t react, Enji pushes them towards him a little more forcefully. “If there’s no point, make one.” 

He gets an owlish blink for his efforts. Then, slowly, Takami quietly takes the pacifier and slides it into his mouth. The koala, he tucks under his chin. For a moment he looks uncomfortable. The moment passes, and his eyes droop shut. 

Enji sits with him long enough for his breathing to even out. Once he’s asleep, he piddles about in the living room until the groceries arrive. Then he sets about the arduous task of making a simple soup. Something light, but more nutritious than whatever they put in ramen cups. By the time the meal is finished, Takami’s awake again, sluggishly watching Enji from the couch. Enji wonders if he’s always such a restless sleeper. 

“Eat,” he orders, bringing a bowl of soup over. Takami pouts at him. Now this is familiar ground.

“C’mon, ‘m sick. Can’t you feed me?” 

A brief staring contest later, Enji is reluctantly spoon-feeding soup into Takami’s waiting mouth. Just like a baby bird. It’s soothing in its own way. An easy rhythm. Dare he say it, it’s almost cute–at least, until what little color there is drains away from Takami’s face and he launches himself over the back of the couch towards the toilet. Enji is left alone to listen to the distant sound of retching. “I didn’t think my food was that bad,” he mutters, dubiously eying the bowl in his hand. 

He opts to give the kid some privacy, waiting for the noises to die down. But once the retching stops, the sniffling starts, and in spite of himself, Enji doesn’t think his already threadbare conscience can withstand the weight of neglect. He’s the number one hero; he won’t back down because of a little sick. 

“Kei-chan?” he asks. He rests a hand against the door. “May I come in?” After a watery assent, he pushes open the door. The sight that greets him damn near breaks his heart. While Takami isn’t physically all that large, his personality more than makes up for it. It fills up the room or lurks in the shadows with the same finesse he has for his feathers. Here, curled on the bathroom floor, he just looks…small. 

He is small, Enji’s brutally reminded, when he looks up at him with eyes brimming with tears. “U-unca ‘Ji…” 

He still hasn’t said he could call him that, but Enji finds himself kneeling in front of the lad regardless. “Hey, none of that, now,” he says. His voice comes out rougher than intended. Of course, that only makes the crying grow louder. Any other time, he would have assumed he was faking. But the way his shoulders shake, the way his hands bunch up the fabric of his sweat-soaked shirt, tell a far more miserable truth. 

So Enji reaches out. Brushing bangs back from where they’ve flopped into weary eyes, Enji guides Takami’s head to rest against his chest. He holds him until the waves stop crashing in on all sides. He doesn’t speak, but he doesn’t have to. Small hands cling to him until slowly, slowly, the rest sinks into him. The room goes quiet. Neither of them move; one, too tired, the other, to let the first rest. Of course, the world doesn’t stop and neither do they. A face is cleaned, a sip of water taken. One stands where the other cannot. 

Enji sighs. He hadn’t signed up for this, but maybe that had changed when he’d stuck around. “Alright, kid, let’s get a fresh shirt. Provided you even do your laundry.” Slow, cautious, he effortlessly (and gingerly) picks Takami up off the bathroom floor. 

In spite of the tears still damp on his cheeks, in spite of the illness plaguing his body, Takami looks right down indignant. “M’clothes are clean.”

Not willing to deign that with a response, Enji shifts his grip under Takami’s thighs and makes the short trip back to the bedroom. Really, with how much Takami makes, he could easily find a place several times the size of this flat. Why he chose here to call home, Enji doesn’t know. And he doesn’t ask. Instead, he puts the kid on his bed before turning to the small chest of drawers in the corner. “Which drawer?”

“Second,” comes the quiet reply. Enji doesn’t waste any time yanking it open. To his surprise, he’s met with a familiar shirt. Pulling it out, he gives it a shake before deciding that yes, it should be familiar, as the baseball-cut gray-and-red shirt certainly wouldn’t fit Takami. No, it would fit Enji, because it’s his shirt. One he’d been missing for weeks. 

“I didn’t take you for a thief.”

“Wuh–oh.” Any other day, Takami would crack a joke and smirk. Today, however, he must be too exhausted. He still doesn’t have the good graces to look embarrassed. “Soft.” 

“Hm.” Well, Enji can’t really argue there. Figuring he isn’t going to get any more reasoning, and deciding it’s really not worth it to take back with wing holes haphazardly sliced into the fabric, he pads over to the bed with the shirt in tow. “Take off the cape.” 

Takami whines quietly, but he tugs on the loose knot at the base of his throat until the blanket falls away. No complaints are given when prompted to raise his arms, and he remains quiet while Enji swaps shirts. As Enji carefully guides his wings through the holes, he finally pipes up. “Full points.” 

With a roll of his eyes, Enji tugs the hem to straighten it out. Then his eyes catch on his wings. They’d been wrapped up in the blanket the entire time he’d been here, so no wonder some of the feathers are sticking up in disarray. Without thinking, Enji reaches out and brushes some back into place. Under the gentle touch, Takami goes stock still. Enji freezes too, realizing what he’d just done. On a good day, the feathered fiend can’t stand anyone else touching his wings. Why would he now? 

But to his surprise, Takami takes a slow, deep breath, looks up at him over his shoulder, and says “please?” in the smallest voice Enji’s ever heard. 

“Of course,” he hears himself saying. What is he doing? But he says nothing more, sitting behind Takami on the bed. Now that he’s thinking clearly, he isn’t quite sure what to do. It’s different from hair, surely, but he’s never had much experience with that, either. And yet he surely can’t back out now. Not when Takami is exhibiting so much trust. He reaches out. Hesitates. Tries again. The feathers are soft to the touch, surprising Enji; he’s seen the damage they can do in battle first hand. Yet they give way under his fingers as he smooths them out, shivering as a breeze through the leaves of a tree. No, it’s Takami shivering. Enji can just see over his head how the little guy’s hands are gripping the edge of his blanket. 

“Are you okay, Kei-chan?” 

“M-mhm.” 

“Alright.” Enji doesn’t have the energy to parse if it’s truth or lie, and so takes it for what it is. If Takami deems it bad, he’ll tell him. He hopes. They’ve gotten this far, haven’t they? And so he continues his ministrations, stroking through the feathers until they’ve relaxed back into place. It isn’t until the last of them have been smoothed out that Enji notices the shivering had stopped, but in its place is a gentle swaying. 

“Kei-chan…?” 

“Mm?” Takami hums eloquently, his head dropping back to look at Enji. A blind man could see that he’s hanging by a thread to wakefulness. It’s the most relaxed Enji’s ever seen him. It makes him wonder what it would be like to see him this relaxed when he isn’t sick. 

Maybe there’ll be time for that later. With a start, Enji realizes with muted horror that he’s feeling fond. Choosing to ignore the sentiment, he carefully guides Takami to rest against the pillows and tucks the blanket snugly around him. The koala is once more placed in his arms. 

But Enji’s job isn’t done. No, of course it isn’t. As he starts to get up, a hand snakes out and latches onto his pants leg. 

“Stay,” Takami mumbles, his eyes still closed. 

And for whatever reason, Enji does. 

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[forcefullyawake]

Part of the My Big Bang Academia Collab!

Pairing: Nemuri Kayama x F! Reader

Rating: General

Tags: Fighting, secret meetings, kissing

WC: 4.3k

Summary: It's time for your first mission, a test to see if you're ready to move on and become a full Knight of the Jedi Order. It's a test, of course.

You just can't be sure if you've failed it or not.

It’s very hard to see the sunrise on Coruscant.

The whole planet is its own city, a mechanical miracle; towers and spires and people everywhere one can look- there’s always something in the way. The sun rises and sets to mark the beginning and end of each day, but you’ve heard that only the most elite are able to see both from their homes. The people who live in the underbelly of the city, or simply just on the ground are lucky to even see the sunlight filter down to them. A beautiful city full of people and glass, the glittering jewel of the Republic, and the people live in darkness. 

 Not only the Imperial Center of the Galactic Republic, but somehow also the center of the whole galaxy, and certainly the center of your universe. Three trillion people live on this planet, in this city- and only a handful of them are the ones you know. A voice from every type of people, every type of alien, walking down the street is a symphony of noise. 

The Jedi temple is so much smaller, compared to this. While every Jedi- from the younglings to the Grand Masters- call it home, not many of them reside there. Not now, not with so many planets to see, so many things to do. Not with rumors of the Sith forming from every mouth in every corner of the galaxy. The temple only houses about three hundred Jedi from all walks of life, currently, and the young hopefuls about to embark on their last mission to become true knights of the Jedi Order. 

In the middle of the Jedi Temple, on one of the tallest floors, the ones where you can see the sun rising, sits the Jedi council room. A stunning view surrounds the twelve seats of the Masters, none of them slouching despite the early morning hour. You can see the sun in the distance, breaking over the horizon, nearly blinding you with its brilliance. 

It’s here you find yourself, standing with your shoulders squared, your master behind you. You can hear him breathing- there is nothing about Jedi Master Toshinori Yagi that could be considered demure, and that includes his breathing. He stands the bare minimum distance he can, giving the appearance of propriety in front of the Council. He’s trained you for the past few years as you’ve matured from youngling to apprentice, but right now he feels like a stranger to you. 

You’ve never seen the way his lips press into a thin line, the tenseness in his back. You’ve seen him in battle, in negotiations; you’ve seen him laughing with the troopers, with yourself, with other knights. You haven’t seen the anger in his eyes as he looks over at Enji Todoroki, as if it’s the other mans fault that this is your mission. If you didn’t know any better, you might feel a bit frightened. 

Next to you, another appentice shifts closer. Nemuri Kayama moves fluidly, her robes shifting forward. Her hand reaches out for yours, not blindly, but searching- and yours is always there for her to grasp. Despite the way your Masters are glaring openly at each other, the bond forged in training by the two of you has yet to be broken. Her hand squeezes yours, and you think it might be the only thing tethering you to the planet at this moment.

“Fine young knights, the two of you have become,” Master Nezu speaks, the smallest of the Jedi Council, though perhaps the oldest. Nobody has asked him, yet. Or, at least, nobody has said anything about it. “Ready for your first solo mission, you are.”

It’s really weird to hear Nezu say that. You’ve heard your Master say such things, but this is the first time the praise has come from the council. It makes your nerves flare, but Nemuri’s hand is soft and warm and solid within yours. 

“It shouldn’t pose an effort to either of you,” Yokumiru Mera interjects, stifling a yawn. The Master has the unenviable position of following the chancellor around- and everyone knows the chancellor keeps the worst hours. “We know where Tomura Shigaraki is- you have to simply bring him back to us for questioning.”

The name makes you stiffen- Tomura is allegedly the apprentice of the shadowy Sith Master that’s been terrorizing the republic and making things tense for the Jedi. You want to turn around and look to your master for support but you keep your shoulders squared and looking forward. The council goes over the particulars of the mission: two droids to go with you to help with navigation, but nobody and nothing else but the things you need to survive. 

At the end of it all Toshinori’s hand lands on your shoulder, almost knocking you to the ground by accident. Enji is next to him, fists clenched at his sides- though in anger or to stop himself reaching out for his own padawan you can’t be sure. You can feel the pride radiating off your master before he speaks. 

“I’m sure my padawan will complete the mission to the satisfaction of the council,” He says, and you can hear the smile on his face- the one that lights up whatever room he’s in, the one that you’ve seen more than a few being swoon over while the two of you have been out in training. There’s a moment where you think he won’t mention Nemuri, who’s nails are digging into your skin, before Toshinori seems to remember himself and adds, “As will young Nemuri. The council couldn’t have assigned a better team.”

When you’re dismissed, Nemuri’s hand slides out from your own. Your skin feels cold now, lacking the warmth of her. You have to press your lips together, to keep everything you feel contained. You’re nervous in a way you’ve never been before, scared about the path that you’ve tread for nearly ten years now. 

But when you look over at Nemuri, she’s smiling at you, and it feels like victory. 

“It’s just the two of us, eh?” Nemuri’s teasing lilt breaks the reverie you find yourself in. 

You turn your chair towards her, trying to bite back a smile. You have to focus, you’re on a mission. Nemuri has her feet up on the controls, relaxed back into her seat like this is a training simulation. Her dark hair is twisted up into a tight bun atop her head, her own full lips smiling at you, while her blue eyes trail you up and down. It’s overwhelming, you’ve noticed the past few times she’s turned her attention onto you like this. 

“Just us and the droids,” You reply, referencing the two R2 series droids behind you. R9, your droid for as long as you’ve been training, perks up but you wave the droid off. They’re not needed right now- not as your ship hurtles through hyperspace, on its way to a predetermined location. She’s still looking at you though, her intense eyes somehow seeming like she’s seeing right through you- right through all the defenses you’ve put up. You have to look away from her, because of it. 

“They don’t really count though, do they?” At this Nemuri turns her chair all the way around, feet landing on the ground with a thud. She smiles at the droids, but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. “We wipe them at the end of every mission, after all.” 

And that, you have to acknowledge, is true- in theory. 

Now you really have to look away before she realizes how long it has been since you wiped R9’s memory. You’ll do it when you get back, you assure yourself. Nobody will ever be the wiser. 

“But we’re alone,” Nemuri pushes on, her eyes swinging back to you. “Neither of our masters are here. We could do whatever we want.” There’s a certain weight to the word whatever she uses, dripping desire down your spine. The smile she uses on you now is all teeth, making klaxons ring in your mind- here there lies danger. 

“We could,” You acknowledge, gathering every ounce of strength to look back at her, meeting Nemuri’s eyes dead on, “Or- and hear me out I know this is a distressing thought for you- we could simply continue on our mission in peace?” Nemuri blinks at you, like she’s having trouble even processing the thought of letting your mission continue in peace before her head tilts back and she bursts out laughing. Which, fair, you guess, as you can’t remember the last time a mission went according to plan with Nemuri by your side. Maybe the first one?

She gives you one last shake of her head before turning back to the controls, grabbing them to take the ship off autopilot, and jerking you out of hyperspace without so much as a warning. The straps of your harness try to cut into you through the thick fabric of your robes, and the droids only don’t go flying due to the fine calibration you did on them before take off. 

“What-” You don’t even get your sentence out before Nemuri has her harness undone, pressing her face close to yours as she works on the buckles holding you in. 

“Anything,” She breathes, pulling you to your feet before you can object. The warmth of her skin burns through your layers of clothing as her hand settles on your lower back, bringing you in close before her face turns to the window in front of you. 

“We could tell them the mission took longer than it was meant to,” She whispers, excitement laced through her voice like a drug. “We could go anywhere.” 

“They- they have tracking on us,” You say, though it almost sounds like a question. You should pull away- you want to pull away, you tell yourself. Nemuri is so open with her affection, with her touch, the only person you know in the order who’s like this. The Code, you remind yourself- attachment is forbidden. Touching people… letting them in, it leads to attachment. 

The first part of the fall. 

“I bet one of the droids can shut that off,” Nemuri counters, pushing on before you can speak. “I bet your droid knows exactly how to.” Something in the way she says your makes you realize you might not have been as slick as you thought before. 

The Code, you think, but it’s becoming harder and harder to remember what the damn thing says. Nemuri knows you, and you know her. Two halves of a whole, she liked to tease you when training first began. She’s a bit taller than you now, though, and her body is so close to yours. Perhaps you’re still in hyperspace? Maybe this is all a dream?

“They’re building up the casinos on Kanto Bight, did you know?” She asks, her lips moving against your temple, the wonder in her voice winding through you. You did know that, actually, Toshinori had mentioned it with a disapproving tone in his voice, forbidding you from going there. But- but, Nemuri is right. You could go. Who would stop you? What would stop you? She continues on, “Just you, and me, and the stars?”

Oh. 

Oh. 

That’s right. 

“Nemuri,” You murmur, finally separating yourself from her. You will yourself to stop. You can feel the disappointment radiating off her already- brave Nemuri, fierce Nemuri, Nemuri who has a master who doesn’t mind that she breaks the rules. Nemuri who’s been confident in herself since the day she was born. Her hand drops down off your back like it’s tied with a weight. 

“The mission must continue on,” You take your seat back, steadfastly not looking at her until the traitorous thunder of your heart seems to reign itself in. You bet they can hear it on the outer rim. 

“Anything for the Order,” She says back to you, but the wonder in her voice is gone now. 

Tomura Shigaraki is smaller than you imagined. 

That’s the first thing you can think you see him. He’s sitting crossed legged on a rock, right there on the beach where you land, like he’s waiting for you or something. He wears loose fitting black robes, that seem to swallow him whole. His eyes are closed, and he looks so young to you right now. There’s not a line on his face, not a worry or care in his world right now. No concern for the two approaching Jedi. 

“He’s in a meditative state,” Nemuri says, that same smile from the council on her face. Her head tilts back and laughter spills from her lips. “Oh, stars, this is too easy.”

“I know!” You smile back at her, already planning on how easy it’ll be to get him back. And then you’ll finally be a full Knight. You’ll have to decide what branch of the Jedi to join- Toshinori wants to you to join the Guardians, the green of your lightsaber beckoning you to them, but a lifetime of battle isn’t a thought you relish. Your lightsaber has always been more on the blue side, even your master would have to acknowledge that. 

You’re so caught up in your thoughts that you don’t hear when Nemuri ignites her lightsaber. 

Only by the grace of your training do you stop her from killing Tomura. You’ve never moved to fast- lightsaber igniting in the heartbeat it takes for her to lift her arms up and swing down towards the man. You haven’t had your blade hit another like this- not for training, but for battle. The force of it echoes through your arms but you don’t stop pushing upwards until Nemuri is forced back from you- from Tomura. 

“What- the- fuck- do- you- think- you- are- doing?” She hisses at you, a fire in her eyes. She pulls back first, her lightsaber coming down, but not turning off. She moves to her left, and so do you. 

“I could ask you the very same thing!” You don’t lower your weapon, still head aloft in front of you. Nemuri scoffs, shaking her head at you, a pitying look now on her face. 

“We have to kill him,” She insists, with a wild point of her finger on her free hand, “My Master told me- the Council can’t legally order the execution of Tomura. They can’t find a way to justify it away but we can do something about it. Strike him down now, and we can tell them he died in battle!”

“We need to bring him back- you heard the council say that!” Your voice is rising now, carrying over the waves behind you. “My Master even confirmed it! They want to interrogate him- submit him to the best Force users we have and see what they can get from him!” Nemuri couldn’t be right, she just couldn’t be. She must have misunderstood Enji. There’s no way the Council would order them to do something like this because that would mean- that would mean- 

“Don’t you get it?!” Her voice goes lower, a deadly whisper you can barely hear. You can see her knuckles going white where she grips the hilt of her blade. “They know what they need to know! This isn’t a kidnapping- it’s an execution.”

“I don’t believe you,” Your shout spurs Nemuri into action again, her saber swinging towards you- with the intent to frighten you, no real threat behind it, you note. She cares about you- she doesn’t want you hurt. Part of you knows this- Nemuri would never hurt you, that’s not her way. There was a time you would say the same about her, kriff, even ten minutes ago. 

Now, however, when you swing back towards her, the tip of your blade burns a hole in her robes, making her gasp. Her hand comes up to brush over the singed fabric, before her face snaps back up to you. The look on her face could be described as nothing less than utter adoration. You had never seen her look like this, and it made a ball of dread grow in your stomach. 

“You tried to kill me,” She says, not a question but a statement of fact. The laughter from before is back in her voice. She twirls her lightsaber in one hand, an idle motion she does when she’s thinking, you know- you know because you’ve trained with Nemuri for over a decade, your older and truest friend in the world. And you’ve just… tried to kill her. You struck out in anger. 

A wave of horror washes over you. Nemuri looks delighted. 

She dives forward, her lightsaber falling to the wayside, turning off and landing in the sand. You have a split second to react, your own lightsaber only retracting a moment before she hits you, taking you both down to the ground with ease. You land on your back with a harsh thud, the air being knocked from your lungs. Pain rocks through you, your eyes slamming shut from it, stars dancing in front of them. 

Nemuri pins you with ease, her hands around your wrists, dragging your arms above your head to hold you down. When your eyes open again she’s smiling at you- wide and friendly, like the two of you are simply just training. 

“A truce,” She says, voice suggestive, “We’ll do things your way- take the bastard back to the council, let them play with him a while as they figure out a reason to kill him. You just have to do one thing for me.” She pauses, still smiling at you, and doesn’t speak so you know she wants you to push her, she wants you to ask, to make yourself complicit instead of shoving her off you and continuing to fight like you should. 

“What do you want?” You spit out, trying hard to sound cold, detached. It only makes her smile more. 

“You should speak nicer to me,” She teases you, “You’re not really in a bargaining position right now, you know?” She lets you consider that for a moment. “It’s simple, really-

I want you to kiss me.”

It almost makes you laugh, how simply she says it. 

As if it’s that easy- as if you can simply tilt your head up, and push your lips against hers, and that will fix it all. You have to say no- you need to say no. Kissing Nemuri is first and foremost a mistake. It would be the end of you- to accept her affection, and return it in kind. You can’t break- not like this, not with her. 

You have to close your eyes again, head falling back until it rests on the sand. The Code, you think, forbidden to form an attachment. You know some of your fellow Jedi take a more…. liberal approach to the directive, using the language to get around itself, indulging in pleasures of the flesh. You’ve heard rumors of Master Enji Todoroki’s nights out, the way he leaves brokenhearted women in the wake of his missions. Rumors of a family, left behind on the distant outpost he was stationed on before becoming a teacher.

You hadn’t realized Nemuri felt the same way about the Code. 

But at the same time, Nemuri’s words start something within you. A flicker, the first soft touch of a flame, one that you immediately feel called to snuff out before it grows into a wild fire. You can picture it so easily, giving in. The way her lips would feel against yours, the way her hands will go to your waist to pull you in closer. Her tongue might slip between your lips, and it would all be over for you. 

And then where would you be?

Would you run off with her? Leave the Order you’ve pledged your life to, your friends, the only home you’ve ever known? Would your Master be able to tell that you’ve changed, would he be able to see what Nemuri wants to awaken in you? Would you have to leave?

All questions for another time, you think, eyes opening as you make your decision. 

“When we get him back,” You start, slowly savoring the words, feeling them in your mouth, your proverbial line in the sand, “After we become Knights. I’ll kiss you then.” There’s a long, tense moment in which you think Nemuri might not agree to your compromise. 

And then in the next moment she’s off of you, holding out her hand to help you up as if the last few minutes never happened, leaving you reeling. Her hand feels the same within yours, soft and warm. 

She doesn’t speak, but now when her hand whips out towards Tomura and you tense, there’s no reason for it. Strong with the Force, Nemuri is, as Master Nezu likes to say. It’s all too easy for her to lift him from the rock he’s sat on, towards your ship. You freeze him in Carbonite, part of you wondering if he can come out of the meditative state like this. 

You want to ask Nemuri, but you don’t think you’ll like any answer she gives. 

A hero’s welcome awaits you at home. You don’t think you’ve ever seen such pride on your Masters face as you do now. He beams at you, breaking his own personal protocol and lifting you up in his arms when he hugs you. It hurts, knowing what will come next.

“Did well, the two of you did,” Master Nezu says, peering up at the both of you with intense eyes. You have to force yourself to meet them, swallowing down the urge to look away unless he looks into your very soul. Everybody is so happy for you- smiling and laughing and congratulating you. Nemuri doesn’t stand close to you, too busy being a shadow to her Master one last time, but even as you try to ignore it you can feel her eyes on you. 

The celebrations have just started to die down when her hand slips into yours again, tugging you close so she can whisper, “Walk with me.”

You let her guide you outside, through the halls, towards the archives. The Jedi don’t have gardens, the luxury of outside space is used for training here. Instead people stroll the archives, getting lost in the towering shelves around them. Perfect for a hidden conversation- there’s hardly anybody ever around and half the cameras don’t work this far back. You only turn the first corner when she speaks. 

“So,” She doesn’t look at you, “Are you going to join me being a Guardian?” It’s a perfectly reasonable thing to ask- Nezu had offered you a spot in the Guardians ranks tonight, but you had asked until the morning to give him an answer. Nemuri had jumped at the offer when it was given to her- a difference you’re well aware of. 

“I suppose I’ll meditate before bed tonight, and ask the Force for guidance,” You reply, making your voice serious, “Act with the will of the Force, I do.” Nemuri snorts at your poor impression, coming to a sudden halt as she decides that here is a good of place as any. She drops your hand with no ceremony, and you have to pretend like it doesn’t sting when she does. The silence starts to stretch out between you, and you turn towards the writings behind you, pretending to study them. 

And then you can feel Nemuri right behind you.

  Her body is pressed against yours, your back to her chest. Her hands are on your waist, and her breath tickles the back of your neck. 

“Join me,” She says, half pleading, half demanding. “Join me and fight by my side- we could do it, you know. Turn the tide in the war that we both know is coming. You and me: Jedi Knights.” 

It’s a tempting offer, one that you had considered the path you’d walk. Jedi work in pairs, in teams, for the most part. You spend your life in service to the galaxy, the person you trust most by your side. And you know she’s right- Nemuri complements you, the way you think, the way you fight. You could be an unstoppable team, given the right motivation. 

Yes, you want to say, anything you ask. I’ll give you anything, I’ll give you everything I have- say it and it’s yours. The words are on your lips, sweeter than any desert you’ve ever had. It would be so easy to say yes to her. 

Instead you find yourself turning slowly in her arms, until you’re face to face with Nemuri. There’s a fire blazing in her eyes, the one you’ve seen so many times before, grown into something uncontrollable. 

Her lips graze against yours ever so slightly, almost sharing the air in between you. And then her lips press fully against yours, and the world as you know it tilts on its axis. Lightning sings in your blood, threatening to bubble up from under your skin. Your own hands come up, one to her waist, the other to the back of Nemuri’s neck, drawing her in even closer as your lips part to invite in her tongue. 

She’s panting by the time she pulls away- and you make sure to note that it’s her that draws back first, not you. You can see the smile hidden in the corner of her lips, right where nobody seems to look for it. You can feel her heart beat in time with yours, the sound of the tandem beating drowning out any other noise for you, making it feel like you are the only two people in the universe at this moment. 

“Join me,” She says, one last time before pulling away from you completely. She doesn’t even look back as she says, “I’ll see you for training in the morning.”

The next morning you tell Master Nezu that you’d like to join the consulars. 

And by the afternoon you’re off planet on your first assignment.

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My Fallout Academia: Beginning. T.W.S.

My Fallout Academia: Beginning. T.W.S. by Apple Pie

It all started in Chinese city Qing Qing. The glowing child was born in it for the first time, and the news about it was spreading all around the world. And then “paranormality” started appearing everywhere. Time passed ... And very soon the “paranormal” became a “normal” thing. Technologies, including ones based on “quirks”, started developing rapidly in the new world. A new community began to appear, the center of which were the “heroes”. However instead of peaceful coexistence and prosperity, people declared war on each other, using the power of quirks. The flame of war, swept through the whole planet, turning it into a miserable Wasteland and destroying everything. At the end different countries exchanged nuclear strikes, which put an end to the existence of all living beings... Or…did it? Some people stayed hidden in the bunkers deep below the earth's surface. In one of these bunkers the quirkless Izuku Midoriya was born. And now, he and his friends must go through all the difficulties of life in the Wasteland in order to heal it and give hope to humanity. Hope and faith in the future. Hope and faith that true heroes do still exist.

Words: 6246, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of My Fallout Academia

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: Multi

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Todoroki Shouto, Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Class 1-A, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Nedzu, Sasaki Mirai | Sir Nighteye, Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Takami Keigo | Hawks, U.A.'s Big Three, Shinsou Hitoshi, Class 1-B, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Toga Himiko, Sensei | All For One, Past One For All Users, Original Characters

Relationships: Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Midoriya Izuku & Todoroki Shouto, Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Bakugou Katsuki & Kirishima Eijirou, Dabi | Todoroki Touya/Takami Keigo | Hawks, Dabi | Todoroki Touya & Takami Keigo | Hawks, Iida Tenya/Uraraka Ochako, Iida Tenya & Uraraka Ochako, Jirou Kyouka/Kaminari Denki, Jirou Kyouka & Kaminari Denki, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic

Additional Tags: Midoriya Izuku Needs A Hug, Todoroki Shouto Needs a Hug, Everyone Needs A Hug, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor Being An Asshole, Sensei | All For One is Midoriya Izuku's Parent, Sensei | All For One is Midoriya Hisashi, Sensei | All For One Being an Asshole, Blood and Violence, Violence, Midoriya Izuku Needs Therapy, Todoroki Shouto Needs Therapy, Trauma, Psychological Trauma, Character Death, Anxiety, Paranoia, Mentioned Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Angst and Romance, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Out of Character, Protective Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Soft Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Hurt Takami Keigo | Hawks, Brother-Sister Relationships, Drugs, Blood and Gore, I'm Bad At Tagging, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Psychological Torture

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41833056

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Falling in Stars

I hate you…

Shouto toes at the dirt, eyes staring down at the cut flowers wilting under the warm sun. He thinks to himself that it should be raining, shouldn’t it? Isn’t that how it always is in the movies when someone dies? Overcast and shadow, and a cold breeze to make you draw your jacket tighter around you. It’s not supposed to be sunshine and warm wind on your face. It feels wrong. It’s always felt wrong though, he supposes.

You can’t even die right.

He squats down to pick up a daisy that had fallen loose from its bouquet. This one has fared better than the rest. Its white petals are soft to the touch, bright, yellow center glaring up at him as if to taunt his mourning. Natsuo and Touya aren’t mourning. Last night they’d gotten drunk and reveled in the fact that their father was gone. Shouto had hidden in his room, so used to alcohol bringing out the worst in people… Even Fuyumi had admitted in those dark, inebriated moments after supper that she was relieved that Enji couldn’t hurt them anymore.

Rei, of course, had cried at that. She’d clung to her children, Fuyumi most from the sounds of it, and sobbed – lamenting the fact that she’d never been able to protect them. She had tried to lighten the mood then, by talking about what she called the good times. Fuyumi had come to his room and urged him to join them – for their mother’s sake – stumbling while she pulled on his sleeve and sat him down between his brothers.

Shouto scoffs at the memory of his mother’s sadly smiling face while she had talked about the early years of her marriage, her husband taking her on dates and buying her pretty flowers. She had regaled them with tales they were all too young to remember; a father son day with Touya at the zoo, and Natsuo’s school trip… even Fuyumi’s daddy-daughter dance when she was six. None of those happy stories are about Shouto though. And he can’t help but think about the way her eyes had fallen on Touya, Natsuo, and Fuyumi as she spoke, and how they had never quite reached him.

All she ever did was protect you. Even in death, she’s still protecting you.

“Shouto!” Fuyumi calls to him from her spot by the car, interrupting his thoughts. Her thin summer dress ruffles in the warm breeze and she forces a small smile as she waves. “Time to go.”

Touya and Natsuo wouldn’t bring him here. With all their anger, they didn’t – couldn’t – understand. Shouto’s pretty sure that Fuyumi doesn’t understand him either, but she’s much too accommodating to refuse.

He doesn’t want to go back to that house. He doesn’t want to go back to a family that’s so broken that they can’t even function. Rage and sadness. Happiness and relief. Freedom. All of it clashing into something that sits heavy over every meal. That feels more volatile than his father’s anger ever did.

Rei still can’t look at him. She won’t even glance at the son who always looked too much like his father and somehow that hurts worse than Enji’s hand ever did. She had scarred him in an attempt to erase that part of him, in an attempt to make him more appealing to her eyes. Secretly Shouto wonders if she hates him.

She never protected me.

He rips a few petals from the flower before tossing it to the ground and standing. His phone vibrates in his pocket – it’s the third time since he’s been at the cemetery, but he still can’t bring himself to answer it. He’s sure that it’s someone from Yuuei, most likely Izuku or Tenya checking up on him or, maybe… Inasa. He hasn’t returned anyone’s calls yet. He can’t seem to bring himself to face them when he feels like this.

The car ride home is quiet and awkward. Fuyumi tries to be apologetic, reminding him that she has to check on their mother and start supper. He listens to each excuse quietly, but he can read between the lines. She wants to close the door on their past and move forward like she always did – by pretending it never happened.

He occupies himself by staring out the window, watching as the houses slowly grow more opulent and spread out, the lawns more lush and well cared for. And, when they finally pull into the estate, Shouto retreats wordlessly to his room.

“Supper will be ready in an hour, Shou!” Fuyumi calls after him, but he ignores her.

If Natsuo and Touya are home, they’re quiet. Shouto avoids looking into his mother’s room as he passes. Part of him hopes that she calls to him. All of him knows that she won’t. His own room is sparsely decorated – a simple bed with a light blue comforter, a dresser for his clothes, and a desk for his schoolwork.

There are no rock band posters like he’d find in Touya’s room. No shelves filled with books like Fuyumi’s… Even Natsuo had those little character figures lining the tops of his desk. The more he thinks about it, the darker his thoughts grow. Enji had left his mark on their home. If Rei died tomorrow, her flowers would still be littered about the house in their pretty vases to remind them of her.

What do I have?

Shouto stands in his room and surveys it – just as plain and undecorated as he’d left it when they’d left this afternoon. What would his family remember him by? Would Fuyumi cling to the comforter on his bed? Would Touya pull out his school uniform to clutch to his chest? Would Rei even mourn him?

When he was little, Fuyumi had always told him that a nap makes everything better. Time after time, he’d lay down to sleep and when he’d wake up, his bumps and bruises would hurt less. His head would stay in a pleasant haze until the last dregs of dreams had been shaken from him and by then, he could largely ignore how upset he’d been before he laid down.

He tries it now, tossing his phone into the drawer of his nightstand before crawling onto his bed and burying his face into his pillow with an exhausted sigh. He steadies his breathing and wills himself to sleep, but the thoughts haunt him. Instead of finding himself surrounded in dreams, he stares at the far wall until Fuyumi’s voice calls to him, telling him that supper is ready.

Shouto doesn’t want to eat. He doesn’t want to sit at the table while his older brothers drink and his mother pretends that he doesn’t exist, but he knows better than to make a fuss. He drags himself up and down the hall and sits in the same spot he always has.

Enji’s spot sits empty. Not even Touya dares take it, though Shouto isn’t certain whether it’s out of some misplaced fear of their father’s ghost or respect for their mother. Polite conversation is made about Natsuo returning to university, Touya’s elusive boyfriend, and Fuyumi’s students. Shouto shrugs off the questions about returning to Yuuei. He’s already decided to take the train back to the dorms on Sunday, but he doesn’t want to upset Fuyumi by saying so. He knows that she’s enjoying having the family all together.

“The weather was so nice out today, mom. Did you get a chance to sit in the garden?” Fuyumi sips her tea before setting the cup down and turning her full attention to their mother.

“Mhmm.” Rei hums. “I woke up and you were gone, so I had lunch out there with the boys. Where did you go?”

Fuyumi stiffens visibly, her smile faltering for only a moment before she schools it back into place. “I took Shouto to visit dad’s grave.”

“Oh.” Rei says it simply, with little fuss, but Shouto can hear the weight in it, the judgment. “That’s nice.”

Natsuo scoffs, and Shouto’s fingers clench around his chopsticks. “What a waste of a perfectly good day.”

“Natsu!” Fuyumi waves her napkin at him, but he continues on.

“It’s the truth. What good is it going to the graveside of some egomaniac? All he ever did was hurt us. You. Me. Mom.” Natsuo sets his cup down hard as if to emphasize his point. “Hell, Shouto should be the happiest he’s gone. He got it worst of all.”

Rei begins to sniffle, dabbing at her eyes with her handkerchief, and Fuyumi rushes to her side. “Can’t we just have dinner like–”

“We were never normal, Yumi.” Touya leans back on his hands. “You know that.”

“You’re upsetting mom.” Fuyumi cradles Rei’s head against her shoulder.

Shouto can see the sobs wracking her body, but he can’t seem to stop his lips from moving. “Wouldn’t want to upset mom, now would we?”

Rei stands, rushing out of the room and the table erupts.

“Shouto!” Fuyumi scolds him.

Natsuo and Touya both begin lecturing him about how fragile their mother is. How awful their father had been. As if he didn’t know. Touya and Natsuo didn’t understand him. Fuyumi didn’t understand him. He doubted they ever would. How could they when he didn’t understand himself?

“I’m going for a walk.” Shouto stands and walks out without waiting for an answer. He hadn’t expected anyone to follow him, and no one does.

Even in the genkan he can hear them arguing. Touya telling them to let him go, that he needs to blow off steam without upsetting mom and Natsuo chastising him for being selfish. Fuyumi’s voice has grown quiet and Shouto assumes that she’s gone after their mother like she always does.

He slips out the door, closing it quietly behind him and telling himself that he doesn’t care. He walks aimlessly down one street and then the next, following a path that feels familiar and yet, doesn’t call up any memories. All the while, his anger festers.

Upsetting mom!

Shouto kicks at a rock, watching as it skids into a nearby fence and bounces into the street. They would never understand him. She never hugged him or tucked him in like she did with them. And maybe the only thing he’d known from his father was anger and pain, but at least that was something.

He knows he shouldn’t be angry at Fuyumi or Touya, or even Natsuo. Enji had hurt them too when they were kids. He can’t blame them for abandoning him – each of them skirting out the door the moment they’d turned eighteen. Leaving him alone with his father’s wrath and his mother’s cold indifference.

And he knows, deep down he knows, that his mother is a victim too. Caught up in the violent and angry storm his father had created and protecting herself as best she knew how… But he is angry. He’s angry at all of them. Shouto walks until the sun sets and the street lamps turn on. He walks until the night sky grows overcast and cold rain begins to pour. And he thinks to himself that, of course, it would rain now that he wants to be anywhere but at home.

It feels like a punishment, so he takes it. Just like he’d taken everything his father had ever dished out. He walks and fumes and walks some more, letting his feet move without thinking. He walks until his hair is plastered to his forehead and his shirt to his chest. He walks until his anger has fizzled out and something new finally begins to take his place.

All at once, it feels like all his energy has left him, like when he’s run too hard, too long and he simply cannot bring himself to take another step. His eyes grow watery, the world around him becoming little more than a blur and he finally stops walking. He focuses his gaze on the swing set in a nearby park to try and clear it. He doesn’t know why he’d started crying, but now he can’t seem to stop. He can hear them all talking to him in his head. Enji telling him to stop being a baby. Natsuo telling him that Enji isn’t worthy of his tears. Fuyumi telling him that she understands even when she has no clue about how he feels.

The longer he stares the worse it gets. His chest feels tight, and he clutches at it, pulling the soaked fabric of his shirt away as if it were strangling him and, Gods, what is this feeling?

He wants to wretch and sob at the same time, and he can’t make his body do either, so he stands there, stuck, with his hand on the small fence surrounding the park. Memories begin to flood in, one after the other – all of them different and yet, somehow so similar.

He realizes the park isn’t far from the elementary school he’d attended. No matter who had walked him home afterwards, no matter how much he had begged them, he’d never been allowed to set foot inside the park. The little red swings that he’d stared at so often while they’d waited to cross the street now sit empty in the darkness.

Shouto used to dream of flying, high above the ground to somewhere new and watching those other kids on the swings had always made him wonder how it felt. He won’t admit it, but he still wonders about that feeling and still dreams of flying – soaring along clear blue skies and never coming down. A small, choked chuckle escapes his throat at the thought. How silly to still dream about flying after all these years.

He wipes his face on his sleeves and then wipes his sleeves on his pants as if it will hide the evidence of his tears, as if his red eyes and puffy cheeks won’t give him away the moment he gets home. He doesn’t want to go home. He never–

“Shouto?”

He turns at the sound of Inasa’s familiar voice, but the tears brimming behind his eyes only grow worse. He hadn’t wanted anyone to see him like this. He can only imagine what his father would have said. But before he can even think of making up an excuse, strong arms wrap around him.

Inasa places a kiss to peppermint-colored hair and hugs his boyfriend close. He rubs slow, calming circles on Shouto’s lower back, though whether it’s to calm Shouto or his own fast-beating heart, he’s not sure. “I went to your house, but they said that you’d gone out. They sounded kind of worried and you haven’t been answering your phone.”

“Hmm?” Shouto reaches into his pockets, finding only damp lint and string, and sighs before settling his weight against Inasa’s chest. “I must’ve forgotten it.”

Cold hands trail under Inasa’s shirt and up his back, sending a small shiver down his spine. He pulls his boyfriend closer, wrapping his coat around them both as best he can to help warm him. “You’re freezing, Shouto. We should get you someplace warm.”

Shouto hums softly, but makes no effort to move so Inasa contents himself with rubbing circles on his boyfriend’s back while they stand in the rain. Looking at him now, Inasa can see why Fuyumi had been worried. He’s not quite sure he’s ever seen Shouto like this – so small and fragile.

He’s hurting.

He’s seen Shouto on some of his worst days. Handprints up and down his arms. Deep, ugly bruises along his sides and back. Wincing at even the smallest of touches to sore joints. Too tired and worn out to do anything but lay in Inasa’s arms. And still, Shouto had never looked quite this… broken. It hurts his heart, not knowing what to do. Not knowing how to make it better.

“We really should get you home. Fuy–”

“Don’t wanna go home.” Shouto’s words are muffled, warm breath puffing against Inasa’s chest as he curls closer, cold fingers gripping the fabric of his shirt as if Inasa would ever even think about leaving.

“How about we just walk through the park then.” Inasa gestures towards the nearby pavilion and Shouto reluctantly releases his hold. “It looks like the rain’s letting up.”

He leads them along the winding path between the playground equipment to a park bench under an awning where they can wait out the last drizzles of rain. Shouto leans against him heavily, something he’s never done before, and Inasa isn’t sure how he feels about that right now. He doesn’t know what to say or how to even start. He was never a fan of Todoroki Enji, and he’s worried that the resentment he holds for the man will spill out in his words.

“They all hate him. Even mom, I think.” Shouto keeps his gaze down and curls further under Inasa’s coat. “They’re all glad he’s gone.”

“And you?”

Shouto goes quiet for a long time before shrugging. “I hated him for so long. But now I’m… sad he’s gone, and I miss him. That’s stupid, isn’t it?”

“I don’t think so.” Inasa is quiet for a moment. His fingers are laced with Shouto’s as they sit. “He was your father. You hoped that one day he would change and now that’ll never happen. It’s okay to mourn that.”

They sit for a time, wrapped in each other’s arms until the rain stops and Shouto speaks again. “What if there’s something wrong with me? What if I end up just like him?”

Inasa cups Shouto’s face, tilting it up and laying a chaste kiss to soft, warm lips. “You’ll never be like your father, Shou.”

Shouto smiles softly, wiping his eyes one last time and then nodding towards the swing set not far from them. “I always wanted to play on that thing. Was never allowed to though.”

He’s not sure if that was just his boyfriend’s subtle way of trying to change the subject but it sparks an idea. Inasa knows he can’t fix the hurt or confusion Shouto feels. He can’t alleviate the anger or the grief. He can’t magically undo the past. But this… this is something he can do.

“Come on, I’ll push you.” Inasa smiles down at Shouto and begins tugging him over to the tall, metal structure.

“Inasa!” Shouto gasps, nearly tripping over his feet as he tries to dig them into the wet earth. He half-heartedly tries to pull away, but Inasa keeps a firm hold on his hand. “I’m too old.”

“You’re never too old, Shou.” Inasa tugs his hand again and, this time, Shouto lets himself be led right in front of the center seat.

Inasa goes to the other side of the swing and grabs the chains, holding it steady as he watches as Shouto toes at the sand beneath his feet. He can almost see his boyfriend’s brain working, weighing the pros and cons and deciding if it’s worth it.

“This is silly.”

Inasa shrugs; maybe it is silly, but Inasa wants to try. “I’ll push you so high it feels like you’re flying.”

Shouto’s head snaps up at Inasa’s words, his whole face lighting up as he sits down. He shifts, carefully balancing himself on the seat as he wraps slender fingers around the swing’s chain.

He tilts his head back to look up and Inasa smiles down at him. “Ready?”

Shouto nods, eyes wide and trained on Inasa as if they were preparing to do something much more dangerous than playing in the local park.

“Hold on tight and don’t let go.” Inasa places a kiss to the top of Shouto’s head and then pulls him back as far as he can.

He watches as Shouto’s fingers clench around the chain on the first push, his feet tucking up nervously beneath him as he swings back. Inasa’s hand splays out across Shouto’s lower back, pushing gently and sending him up higher than before.

“I’m flying, Inasa!” Shouto’s laughter rings out into the night as he kicks his feet, and Inasa can’t help but think that it’s the most beautiful sound he’s ever heard. “Higher!”

When Shouto looks back he’s smiling, really smiling. Inasa pushes, listening to Shouto’s happy squeals as he finally lets go of expectations and lets himself enjoy the moment. And maybe he hasn’t fixed everything… Maybe he hasn’t fixed anything, but he’s at least brought a smile to his boyfriend’s face and, for now, that’s enough.

~END~

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[jace-todd]

Hahaha I wrote a todoshin story. @bakushinsquad newest post. Yeah here's my crappy story.

Really, he knew that something like this was bound to happen. He had heard all about Endeavor’s shitty behavior towards his family from late nights with Shouto, the other curled up around him, tears still spilling down his face from a nightmare. He’s heard of all the times that Endeavor was too hard on Shouto or his brother, Touya, who had been considered dead for a while now. He had heard all about the quirk marriage, about what his mother had done to him, about where his mother was currently. He had heard about how Shouto’s sister, Fuyumi, was the only one who had a semi-decent relationship with their father. He had heard about Shouto’s brother, Natsuo, was the most aggressive towards their father, having outright arguments and being downright petty.

Shinsou knew it all, having gained Shouto’s trust after the many nights he comforted the dual-quirked boy after nightmares. Shouto had seemed to let it all out after hearing about one of Shinsou’s bad exploits with a father figure in his life. And for that, Shinsou would always have a sense of protectiveness over the kid.

Growing up, Shinsou was almost always the one protecting others. From bullies, teachers, foster parents, and even himself. It was second nature to him, something he didn’t even think twice about despite his usual think before you act attitude. When it came to saving others, he wouldn’t think twice about his own health, which had gotten him plenty of injuries and a decent number of scars.

Maybe it stemmed from trying to make up for all of the wrongs he had never done but everyone thought he’s done. Maybe it stemmed from his heroic desire, the longing in him to help people because no one deserves to go through what he’s going through, or has gone through. Or maybe it stemmed from something else, from his own stupid belief that maybe he deserved it. Deserved the pain that came from jumping in front of his little siblings when their foster father or mother raised their hands or moving them out of the way before a quirk hit.

He knew that ever since Shouto had confided in him that if Endeavor ever showed his face and intended to hurt Shouto, he would get in the way. Shouto didn’t deserve the pain from his father, no one did. And there was no way in hell, Shinsou was going to let Endeavor hurt him anymore.

And as expected, when it finally happened, he did jump in front of Shouto.

They had been working on hand-to-hand combat, Shouto paired against Uraraka, while Shinsou had been paired against Kaminari. It wasn’t a fair fight, but then again no one would’ve had a fair fight against him, other than maybe Ojiro, but they weren’t paired together after an incident. Shinsou had been taught to fight hand-to-hand since he was a kid, his criminal parents wanting him to know how to stand his ground, while the fights in the streets had wanted to underdog to win the fighting rings when he was 11. Shinsou had just wiped the floor with Kaminari again when the figure descended onto campus.

 

Shouto had gone stiff, arms falling to his side, and eyes watching his father land and start his walk towards Shouto. Aizawa hadn’t been paying attention, his back to the commotion, trying to deal with Bakugou and Midoriya who were arguing again. The rest of the class either continued fighting, glancing occasionally over, or stopped altogether.

Shinsou had helped Kaminari back up before starting his way over. He couldn’t tell what was being said between the duo, but he could tell that whatever Shouto was saying wasn’t pleasing his father. Endeavor was progressively getting angrier, his voice rising some, enough so that Shinsou could start to hear him, but blocked out the voice when he saw Endeavor start to raise his hand.

Logically, he knew that Endeavor wouldn’t hit Shouto in a public setting, especially not in front of heroes to come who had a decent amount of sway already, and another hero who was also respected. But that protective feeling consumed him and Shinsou using the capture device around his neck to swing closer, using a tree to swing around the rest of the way and land perfectly in front of Shouto.

Both Todoroki’s seemed surprised to see the hero student drop down between them, the conversation stopping. Shouto lifted a hand to rest on Shinsou’s shoulder, pushing some, “Hi-Shinsou, what are you doing?” He could hear Shouto’s own protective-instinct kicking in but ignored it as he stared directly into Endeavor’s eyes.

“Todoroki go get Aizawa. I’m going to have a talk with your father.” Shinsou held his ground, still holding the capture device at the ready.

Shinsou could hear Shouto begin to argue, but when he glanced behind him, his eyes soften and he gave a small smile, “Please.”

Reluctantly, Shouto let go of Shinsou’s shoulder, backing up before racing towards where Aizawa was holding Bakugou with the capture device, the blond acting feral again. Shinsou followed him with his eyes before turning back to the adult in front of him, finding a comfort in the fact that he was only a few inches shorter than the hero since his latest growth spurt.

Endeavor looked piss, and Shinsou wondered if there was steam coming out of his ears. Shinsou held his own ground as Endeavor lowered his arms to cross them over his chest. Just as Endeavor was about to speak, a word already leaving him, Shinsou cut him off.

“Don’t say anything. You’re going to listen to him, Mr. Number-One-Hero. You’re a shit person, father, and husband, forcing a woman to marry you to have kids that would be strong, then taking the childhood away from those kids. You isolated them from one another, trained them to exhaustion, traumatizing all of them. When your wife had a meltdown, you set her into a mental institution, because you know you couldn’t control her anymore and she hurt your masterpiece. But your masterpiece is a kid, was a kid when she hurt him. You never treated him like a kid. You only care about being famous, about being adored, about the money and title. He’s an emotionally screwed kid, estranged from reality and his siblings, because of you.

“You can’t afford a scandal, so you made sure that Shouto wouldn’t speak up about it. You got the cops to admit that Touya was assumed dead after just a day. You keep Natsuo silent, pulling the card of your connections of knowing the boss of his school. You are kind to Fuyumi, maybe because if Shouto does turn into your definition of a failure, you’re hoping you can turn her into a hero. Yeah, I know what her quirk is. You still try to control your kids, control Shouto and what he wants to do now.”

Shinsou channeled all he could remember from how his father acted when dealing with subordinates, the strength and firmness in his voice, the pure anger in his eyes. He was tired of Endeavor’s shit, and he knew that someone else needed to put Endeavor in his place alongside the siblings, someone who may not have hero connections, but had villain connections. He hated having the connections that he did have, but at times like this… he wouldn’t be afraid of pulling some of those strings and get Endeavor into more trouble.

“Here’s what’s going to happen, Endeavor. You’re going to keep your distance from your kids, you’re going to leave Fuyumi to her job, you’re going to stop holding Natsuo’s education as a hostage, and you’re going to let Shouto be who he wants to be. Or so help me, I’ll expose everything about you, Endeavor. I may just be a second-year hero in training, but I’m not afraid to lose everything I’ve worked for to get your ass thrown in jail. Leave, Endeavor. You’re unwelcome here.”

Endeavor looked beyond angry now, lifting a flaming hand out to Shinsou, as if to get him to shut up or get rid of his anger. “Who the hell do you think you are, speaking to me like that?”

Shinsou smirked, “I’m Shinsou Hitoshi, nice to meet you.”

Behind him, he could hear some laughter, meaning that they had a crowd watching him. He could sense Aizawa’s presence behind him, along with Shouto’s. Aizawa looked between the two, before facing Endeavor.

“He’s right, Endeavor. You’re not welcome here without valid reason to be. Take your leave. Now.” Aizawa’s voice was firm, quirk activated and the fire around Endeavor faded.

As expected, Endeavor opened his mouth to argue back but realizing that all the kids seemed to be against him, that Aizawa was prepared to fight him, that he had lost this battle. He stepped back, anger still clear in his eyes. He searched the ground for his son, finding him already standing next to the purple kid who had gone after him.

“This isn’t over, Shouto. You’ll realize you need me, that my quirk is the better.”

Shouto shook his head, “No, father. It’s over. I’m done with you.”

With that, Endeavor took his leave, scorch marks filling the ground as he flew off. Shinsou was still tense as the rest of the kids stood around. They were all making sure Shouto was okay, praising the other for telling him no, etc. Shinsou was still standing tall, staring at Endeavor’s retreating figure. Aizawa’s hand found its way to his shoulder, startling from his trance.

Aizawa gave him a soft smile, “I’m proud of you, Shinsou, for sticking it to Endeavor and for protecting your friend.”

Shinsou gave him a smile, turning back to where Shouto was being embraced by the Dekusquad. Shouto peered over Iida’s shoulder, their eyes connecting for a moment, but that was all it took for Shouto to mouth ‘thank you’ at him before Shinsou looked away.

The rest of class got canceled, with Aizawa sending the students back to the dorm so he could deal with Endeavor’s appearance. Shinsou had hung back to catch his breath, everything that had just happened setting in like it always did.

He had thought he was alone when he slumped against the tree, pulling his legs to his chest, and laying his head against them, eyes sliding close. But when a hand fell to his hair, he was proven wrong. The familiar warm hand kept him from tensing though, only leaning more into the hold as he lifted his head to look at his boyfriend.

Shouto was kneeling in front of Shinsou’s spot, a smile on his face. The younger boy looked more at ease than he ever had after a visit from his father, which made Shinsou immensely happy. Shinsou lowered his legs, sitting cross-legged as he waited for Shouto to do something. And something he did, as the minute Shouto removed his hand from Shinsou’s hair, he launched onto the taller, hugging him tightly.

Shinsou’s arms came around Shouto’s waist, hugging him back. They sat like that for a while, Shouto in his lap, arms around one another, enjoying the other’s presence, before Shouto pulled away.

Shinsou flinched when Shouto flicked his forehead, “That was really stupid, Hitoshi. Something could’ve happened. He could’ve hurt you. My father has a short temper sometimes, especially when people challenge him like that. Never do that again.” Then he surged forward and kissed Hitoshi softly, causing the other to chuckle. “Also thank you, that was very sweet of you to protect me like that even though you know damn well I can hold my own.”

Shinsou placed his forehead against Shouto’s, staring into the mix-matching eyes. “I’d take a hit for you, any day, Shouto. Plus, someone had to stand up to him. I was tired of him being a little prick. Someone needed to put him into his place.” There was a pause before Shinsou looked away. “I didn’t want you to get hurt by him again.”

Shouto pressed another kiss to his lips, earning a content hum from the other, before pulling away. “I would take a hit for you, as well, Hitoshi. You’re lucky I love you so much.”

Shinsou beamed at the declaration, holding him closer. “I love you, too, Shouto. And I meant when I said, if he bothers you or your family like that again, let me know. I’ll make his life a living hell.”

Laughter from the other filled the area as Shouto rearranged so the two could lean fully against the tree. Things weren’t okay, but they were getting better. It was more bearable with the other by their side. With interlaced hands, Shinsou knew that Shouto would be okay from now on, that the other was reassured that he wasn’t alone anymore in this fight against his father. Now he had some friends and a boyfriend to fight with him. 

#hannah's writing #shinsou hitoshi #todoroki shouto #todoroki enji #i've never posted my writing here #first time writing todoroki #its baddddd #i tried #it was supposed to be more angsty and more like... #centered on enji but then... soft #yeah #my hero academia #todoshin

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 324: Is There a Force Field Around Him??

Previously on BnHA: Flashback!Rat Principal was all “please tell Midoriya that I spent a concerningly small amount of money upgrading U.A. into a wacky physics-defying funtime grid so as to make the final battle much more confusing for everyone.” Present Day!Mic (or Present!Mic, if you will) and Jeanist were all “if only somebody could deescalate this dangerously unhinged mob, we’ve tried nothing and we’re all out of ideas.” Ochako was all “LISTEN UP PEOPLE.” The mob was all, “god??” Ochako was all, “NO, IT’S ME, OCHAKO. I’M REALLY HIGH UP ON THIS BUILDING AND THE VISIBILITY IS LOW DUE TO THE RAIN, SO I CAN SEE HOW YOU MIGHT MAKE THAT MISTAKE. ANYWAYS, DEKU WAS OUT THERE RISKING HIS LIFE FOR YOU CLOWNS EVEN THOUGH HE’S JUST A KID, SO I WOULD REALLY APPRECIATE IF YOU COULD ALL REMEMBER HOW TO BE DECENT HUMAN BEINGS, THANKS.” Let’s see if her Big Scolding Energy has any impact.

Today on BnHA: Horikoshi is all “so I have this speech planned out, and it’s really good, but it also only really needs about 6 to 8 pages, but I’m gonna see if I can stretch it out to 17 pages so I can kill time before we get to the next volume cliffhanger two weeks from now.” Anyway but it really is a good speech though. There are feels, and tears, and more talk about how Deku is so in need of a shower that just looking at him requires a tetanus booster, and more feels, and more tears, and bonus ship drama, and an iconic callback to the very first chapter which reframes the entire series in a new context in a totally epic and moving way, and it’s all very good. Except that Horikoshi is determined to never let anyone actually give this kid a hug. Who hurt you, dude.

omg we are opening on a callback to chapter 212, a.k.a. the chapter with by far the cutest flashback that doesn’t involve any baby Todorokis

baby Ochako is lethally cute. she could literally murder someone with her cuteness. I just want to scoop her up and play airplane with her until she accidentally activates her quirk while we’re spinning around and we both helicopter up into the air never to be seen again

“a child’s insistence” huh well that’s all well and good, but I sure hope this doesn’t mean we’re going to drag out the whole “sternly lecture the obnoxious citizens” plot for another whole chapter. no offense but I think we’re good

so page 2 is just continuing the whole happy/worried faces monologue, which of course is very important to Ochako’s character as it provides the context for why “who protects the heroes” ended up becoming her thing. and this is making me think we actually are in for a whole second chapter of this sob. when will my boy finally get to rest

OH MY GOD SUDDENLY THESE PEOPLE HAVE EYES IMAGINE THAT

HORIKOSHI: [reaches for a box of tissues while tearfully penning an homage to his beloved Spider-Man 2, specifically the train scene where the crowd sees Peter without his mask and they suddenly realize just how young he is]

HORIKOSHI’S HOMAGE SCENE: “COME TO THINK OF IT, I GUESS IT WAS KIND OF MEAN FOR US TO PICK ON THIS TEN YEAR OLD KID WHO WEIGHS 75 POUNDS AND LOOKS LIKE HE LOST A FIGHT WITH SATAN’S MOLDY OLD BASEMENT”

lol at this one guy who can feel the mood of the crowd shifting and is all “WAIT, NO, I WANTED TO KEEP BEING AN ASSHOLE DAMMIT”

as many pointed out last week, this man is wearing an All Might shirt. that’s some fantastic irony there

-- SDKFJWIGKS

“LITTLE GIRL, I HOPE YOU’RE NOT SUGGESTING THAT WE SHOULD ALL BE WALKING AROUND DRESSED LIKE A SOVIET-ERA BUS STOP.” heh. last week I said I was ashamed of BnHA being my favorite manga. that was a lie, actually

(ETA: in the original Japanese Ochako’s next two lines are basically “the only ones covered in mud will be us heroes!” followed by “please give us some time to get rid of the mud”, with that second line basically being the single funniest thing I’ve ever read rdslkjl. Ochako thank you so much for supporting my running gags. “YEAH WE KNOW HE’S DIRTY. WE ARE GONNA TRY AND CLEAN HIM UP, BUT IT MAY TAKE A WHILE, I’M JUST SAYING. I MEAN LOOK AT HIM. HE LOOKS LIKE AN ASBESTOS COSPLAY.”)

doesn’t the megaphone kind of look ever so slightly like an axe that she’s wielding maniacally here

easy there Lizzie Borden

also that’s a really bold claim to make there. and not one she necessarily should have to make, either. but as we all know, there’s nothing that shounen manga likes more than having its heroes bravely hoist heavy burdens of responsibility like good self-sacrificing citizens

p.s. lowkey loving how Kacchan is positioned here standing slightly behind Deku. not presuming to stand in front of him all overprotectively (because he would hate if anyone ever did that to him), and kind of being unobtrusive and letting others take center stage -- but still being close enough to Deku that he can catch him if he stumbles or passes out again

(ETA: or maybe not lmao.

DEKU: [falls to his knees]

KACCHAN: [glancing up from his phone a few minutes later] “someone just sent me the stupidest meme about milk crates -- oh. uh. you good...?”

really, son. “the burdens you can’t carry, we’ll carry them for you. ...later, I mean. right now it’s late, and we’re all cold and wet.”)

also lowkey loving this OchaTsu moment here

I was going back and binging Ochako chapters this past week for reasons, and I gotta say it really stuck out to me just how often these two are paired with each other. they do everything together. it’s a really sweet friendship that often goes unappreciated but it’s very cute

meanwhile, not to be outdone by the OchaTsu, Iida is staring at Ochako with open admiration talking about how she’s fighting too. it’s been so long since we’ve had any IidaRaka you guys. I was starving and I didn’t even know it

oh my lord IT’S FINALLY HAPPENING

THE LIGHT IS BACK. he finally looks like him again. what a cathartic fucking moment omg

ffklkdw

“I KNOW YOU ARE ALL SCARED, BUT THE GOOD NEWS IS, WE DEFINITELY CANNOT GUARANTEE YOUR SAFETY AND WE ARE ALL SCARED TOO!” good pep talk there kiddo

BUT, jokes aside, truth be told this is the exact right approach to take imo, and something that’s long overdue. I’ve said this before, but this new generation of heroes is shaping up to be much more transparent than the All Might generation. they’re basically abandoning the almighty, untouchable Superman “heroes as gods” concept in favor of the more nuanced “heroes as people” concept instead. and that’s a good thing. seeing their heroes as humans, with human limitations and weaknesses and flaws, will hopefully not only lead to more scrutiny and accountability, but also more awareness of how hard some of them are working and how much they’re sacrificing. that’s something All Might never quite grasped back at the start of the series -- that the weak, vulnerable, injured him could be just as inspiring as the mighty, invincible him -- perhaps even more so. there’s a power in seeing otherwise ordinary people show extraordinary bravery and compassion. it inspires others to try and do the same

SSDLHK AIZAWA SIGHTING AAHHHHHH

so he was still back at the hospital this whole time?? smdh at this disrespect. that feeling when your sexy self-insert character’s powers of rationality are too strong, and so you have to nerf him so that he doesn’t ruin your Deku Angst arc twice over by (1) immediately talking some sense into Deku and making him come home Right This Instant Young Man, and (2) not allowing him to leave U.A. in the first fucking place. excuse me, you want to do WHAT now, Midoriya?? that’s it, go to your room

also living for Katsuki and Hawks’s soft expressions. Shouto’s too, although his is tinier and harder to see. and Jeanist’s 12-foot-long neck. imagine Jeanist’s head with Mic’s hair. maybe Jeanist had a mohawk back in the day and that’s why U.A.’s doors are so big now

speaking of soft faces, Enji’s is also excellent

what could this random close-up possibly imply?? hell if I know. but Horikoshi truly fears no discourse and that’s what I love about him

OMGGGG

“smh my child is so dumb.” poor Ochadad. your child is cute af count your blessings

SDOFFHSMH

I’m telling you guys. lethally, catastrophically cute

this speech is still ongoing lol. Horikoshi you’re doing so good but I think we get the point now my dude. you gotta learn how to transition out of these things

UNEXPECTED TOGA WHAT

“there we go” Horikoshi says, crossing off the last line on his list of Ochako ships. “that’s all of ‘em”

poor Ochako is just repeating the same “LET HIM REST, PLEASE, WITH EVERYONE’S COOPERATION, IF YOU DON’T MIND, WE APPRECIATE IT” talking points over and over again hoping someone will throw her a bone and acknowledge her already. SOMEONE PLEASE HELP HER

literally they’re all just staring up at her silently omg. work with me people!!

now she’s saying it for the 56th time but more dramatically all of a sudden

they got so dramatic that for a minute I thought she had suddenly leaped off the building or something

look, not to rush you or anything Horikoshi, but I’m starting to get the feeling that this is yet another one of those “the volume is ending soon so I need to either hurry things up or slow things down in order to make sure we end it on my perfect cliffhanger ending” chapters where you go to ridiculous lengths to drag things out much to the exasperation of your week-to-week readers

(ETA: ftr, volume 31 ended on chapter 306, and I’m predicting that vol. 32 will end with chapter 316 (a.k.a. “you’re next!” [explodes]). I’m guessing vol. 33 will follow suit and likely end on chapter 326, so keep your eyes peeled for a big cliffhanger in two weeks’ time. Deku’s dad?? All Might in peril?? U.A. traitor at long fucking last?? we shall see.)

is Deku straight up falling in love with Ochako right on the spot lol what is happening

I know I just said that I enjoy when Horikoshi gives zero fucks about discourse, but shipping discourse is a whole different beast lol. I hope he’s prepared

(ETA: and for the record, I have no interest in shipping discourse either, as always. and I think this scene can be interpreted as platonic, tbh, with the context being that Ochako was literally introduced as someone who was willing to help him so casually without a second thought, and now here she is saving him again.

I don’t think it really fully hit Deku until this moment how much he needed saving. like I said in another meta somewhere, selflessness is basically just selfishness on behalf of others. and Deku is selfless to a fault, but that’s okay, and it doesn’t mean he needs to change -- he just needs friends who are willing to be be selfish on his behalf in turn. and I think the full emotion of what it means to have friends like that just hit him at last. everything his friends have done for him, how much he needed it and didn’t even realize, and how grateful he is. anyways what a terrible day for rain.)

-- son of a --

is he apologizing?? or pleading?? please tell me that’s not the case, because what the actual fuck. Deku you beautiful precious radiant selfless child, this is the exact opposite of how this should be. all these motherfuckers should be on their knees apologizing to you

DEKU WHY

I DIDN’T ASK FOR THIS FREAKING BOMBARDMENT OF EMOTIONS GODDAMIT. OUT HERE ARMED WITH YOUR FREAKING TREBUCHET OF FEELS TO LAUNCH AT ME UNPROVOKED. WHAT’S WITH THAT

FREAKING CHRIST. THIS BOY IS CRYING HIS EYES OUT AND HORIKOSHI IS JUST ZOOMING IN WITH THE CAMERA, LIKE CAN WE JUST CUT HIM A BREAK ALREADY. ENOUGH OF THIS. HE’S SO YOUNG AND HE TRIES SO HARD AND I JUST NEED HIM TO FEEL SAFE, HORIKOSHI PLEASE CAN YOU JUST GIVE ME THAT ALREADY WHAT IS THE FREAKING HOLD UP!!

GIGANTIC FOX LADY!!!

GIGANTIC FOX LADY PLEASE BE MY HUGGER BY PROXY!! SERIOUSLY GIRL IF YOU JUST HOLD YOUR UMBRELLA OVER HIM OR SOMETHING AND DON’T GO THE EXTRA MILE I’M ABOUT TO LODGE AN OFFICIAL COMPLAINT. THIS IS GETTING RIDICULOUS NOW

!!!!

A KOUTA IS GOOD TOO!!! oh my god if Kouta hugs him I will seriously 100% straight up cry. go on and test me

FOR THE LOVE OF --

is this man expressly forbidden from drawing hugs in his contract or something. DO YOU DO IT JUST TO SPITE ME?? this is tyranny, sir

AND I KNOW, THIS PAGE ACTUALLY CHALLENGED THE VERY PREMISE OF THE SERIES ITSELF, AND HERE I AM COMPLAINING ABOUT HUGS, OR THE LACK THEREOF. “this is the story of how we all became the greatest heroes.” and just like that, he waves a polite middle finger at all of the Strongest Greatest Chosen One shounen protags of old, in favor of something much less conventional, much more interesting, and much more suited to Deku’s character. because if that one sentence doesn’t just sum up Deku to a T. he gladly relinquishes his Greatest Hero status in favor of acknowledging the hero in everyone. what a class act. that’s my protagonist

I love this kid so fucking much I swear. only just PLEASE. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD. GIVE HIM HIS HUG

#bnha 324 #uraraka ochako #midoriya izuku #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha

[corruptedconfessions]

I have a request for maybe some soft aob cuddles with either Todoroki or Bakugo. Maybe they are the omega and y/n is the alpha and they are cuddling right after their first heat or something :D

I kinda wrote this as a warmup so oops? I love writing alpha reader and omega characters, esp omega Bakugou lmao. 

I wanna say apologies for Todoroki’s side, He is just one of those characters thats like...impossible for me to write. I had a half idea and decided to include it for funzies. I feel like in A/B/O Enji would have maybe given him some insecurities about being an omega? Either by forcing him to pretend he’s an alpha or in other ways, either way I feel like he’d have some anxieties about not being good enough/not knowing how to care for his alpha. 

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Bakugou:

You had been unprepared when his first heat hit. Sure, you and Katsuki had been courting for awhile, you jumping every hurtle and fighting to meet the omega’s high expectations. You managed it of course, impressing the blonde hero with flying colors. (You even managed to make him blush when you got on one knee and asked him to be your mate, though he’d kill you if you ever told anyone that). Sure, both of you had known that his next heat would finally be…it. The last step in your courting process, the chance to finally be real…mates.

That didn’t mean the two of you were prepared, though. Katsuki was a late bloomer if there ever was one, be it the mix of intense stress and strain he put his body through, or his complete lack of interest in anything mating related until you came along, the blonde had never had a heat, didn’t know the signs that came with it. At least not until it was too late.

The first few days had been a whirlwind of sex and trying to get the necessary supplies with a very needy very horny omega clinging to your side and begging to be fucked every hour of the day. More than once you woke up, groggy and confused to your mate bouncing on your lap, whimpering and begging for your knot.

There was no nest made, no food prepared, nothing. It was stressful to say the least for you especially, as your mate was too far gone to worry or be of any help.

Still, laying here now…it was all worth it.

You looked down at your omega with a tender gaze, the two of you curled up in the center of his nest, a peaceful sight despite the absolute mess surrounding you. Sweat and…other bodily fluids soaked into shredded clothing that would need to be thrown away later, fluff and filling from the mattress and pillows strewn throughout the nest. That would all need to be replaced as well, along with some of the furniture that had your omega’s claw marks so deeply embedded into it there was no chance at salvaging any of it. It was needless to say that your omega’s…explosive personality carried over into his heat. Even still your hips throbbed from the strain of fucking him so hard for the past week, and your back burned with the scratch marks that covered your skin, you hadn’t gotten the chance to look yet but you wouldn’t be surprised if some of the deeper ones scarred.

You couldn’t bring yourself to be angry, though. Especially not while you were looking down at your omega, submissively tucked into your side, face relaxed and peaceful in sleep. A possessive thrill ran through you as you reached down to gently brush his hair from his face. Only you got to seem him like this…No one else would know how he looked, completely lax and free of any tension or stress. No, this was for your eyes only. You found yourself melting into the nest as well, crooning gently down at your mate when he twitched in his sleep, burrowing closer to you, that sweet face hidden as it burrowed into your chest, sleepily nuzzling at the scent glands on your sides, sleepy half lidded eyes cracking open for just a moment. Hands that were thrown across your waist flexed for just a brief moment as a soft chirp came from him, the sweet sound not fitting the person it came from in the slightest.

Cooing at the sight, you gently stroked your omega’s hair as you cupped his face, gently pulling him up and leading his head to rest on your shoulder, nose pressed against the scent glad that now held his mating mark. A slow soft rumble vibrated through your chest as you gently settled him down into your hold again, legs intertwined as you wrapped both arms around his torso, cradling him against you as he relaxed into the touch again.

Both of you stayed like that, trading soft purrs and calming scents until his eyes slid closed again, breath gently brushing across your neck. It wasn’t long before you found yourself following him, nose tucked into messy blonde spikes.

 Todoroki:

 You were woken by the desperate wiggling of your heat source next to you, gentle tugs at the protective hold you had around your omega. A quick sniff told you that your mate’s heat had finally passed, something that filled you with more relief than you like, as much as you tried to keep up with your mate and satisfy him, your stamina was nothing to that of a one of the top pro heros and you frequently had found yourself on the bottom, left helplessly crying under your mate as he took his fill.

“...What’s wrong?”

Your voice was croaky as you unhappily cracked your eyes open, gently letting go of your mate, frowning as he immediately slid out of your hold. A soft hint of anxiety filled the air, barely detectable under the heavy stale scent of sex and heat, but it was enough that it had you jolting awake, instincts screaming to go to and comfort your new mate. You had been moving to sit up but a displeased hiss and harsh shove to your chest had you plopping right back down into the nest. You stared up at your omega with wide eyes as he rumbled down at you, tucking blankets and pillows around you, fidgeting with the sides of the nest, fussing over you.

Oh…That’s what this was. Shouto had never been quite…happy with the nest he had made, anxiety manifesting in trying to make his nest perfect for his mate, for you. Even in the throws of heat he had been anxiously poking at the sides, face cold and unreadable but his scent and your new bond gave away the anxiety and turmoil that bubbled just under the surface.

“Baby, come here…You need to rest.”

Ever so gently you reached out to grab your mates arm, a soft soothing croon coming from your chest as you gently led him back down into your hold, tenderly tucking him into the nest just as he had done for you. Careful not to hold him too tight, knowing from experience never to trap the omega or make him feel suffocated you wrapped yourself around your mate, gently leaning in to rub your cheek against his, a soft warm purr vibrating in your throat as you tenderly scent marked your mate.

“Oh…”

A soft pleased sigh came from your omega, the lingering tension melting out of him as he melted into the touches, obediently baring his neck to give you more room as you rubbed your cheek there as well, steadily letting out your own calming scent.

“There you go, baby~ That’s it. Such a good omega~”

You purred down at him gently, continuing to mark him, gently holding him as you stopped to nuzzle every scent gland, watching as he relaxed into your touches, eyes growing half lidded and sleepy. Absentmindedly your hands massaged gentle circles into his skin as you moved back up to his side, settling down next to him. Instinctively he curled closer to you, resting his head on your shoulder as his eyes slid shut. You couldn’t help but press a kiss to his forehead where his sweaty bangs were plastered to his face.

“Sleep well.”

#a/b/o #bakugou x reader #todoroki x reader #reader insert #omega bakugou #omega todoroki #alpha reader

[emjiroki]

I was having the urge to write some Omegaverse tonight (I’ve been working on my collab fic hehe and this has been in the drafts for weeks) and I also feel bad for not posting in a while so here’s a little treat from my buzzing brain

Warnings: implied sexual content, marking, mentions of blood (nothing graphic), Shoto is aged up to pro hero age (like 23 or older) 

Word count: 813 (fun sized)

MINORS DNI 🤬

♡

A deep growl was building in Enji's chest as he ascended the stairs, all of his senses being bombarded by the mixture of your scents and the anger burning through his bloodstream. He was going to tear the door down, shove his hand straight through the paper, and set it on fire. But he stopped himself when he saw through the crack in the door. The window to Shoto’s old room was open, the setting sun streaming through and casting the far side of the room away from his bed in waning yellows and brilliant oranges, and the curtains blew softly from the cool breeze outside. There weren't any other lights on, just the open window and the muted light from the cracked door, but it was enough to see you. Satiated and sleeping curled against his son’s chest. Shoto’s arms were wrapped around you protectively, face buried in the crook of your neck and sleeping comfortably. But then he heard the low growl. He looked to see Shoto pulling you closer, his heterochromatic eyes glaring at Enji through the crack in the door, even if they were hazy with sleep and your Omegan scent in his nose. It wasn't the rumbling growl that stopped Enji in his tracks but the whining whimper of discomfort you let out and the sight of his son immediately comforting you and nuzzling against you, spreading his scent when you bared your throat with a contented hum. His anger should have been through the roof, the mixture of your scents and fluids on the sheets making his inner Alpha want to tear his skin off with rage, but he found himself… calm. Almost unbothered, like the fury wasn’t worth the expended energy. Enji really stopped for a moment to make sure this wasn’t some bluff that he would go thermonuclear over later, but no, nothing. He wasn’t happy about this, obviously, and he would be having a serious conversation with his son later, but right now he decided it best just to let you sleep. 

‘Having to scold a grown man like a petulant pup. Ridiculous.’ Enji thought to himself and turned his back to the door, going to his own room to get the bed and other necessary items ready for when you woke up. He was thankful that you didn’t seem distressed or feverish anymore, obviously relaxed and comfortable for now. He couldn’t help but feel a little proud, as aggravated as he was. Calming an Omega who was already claimed by another Alpha in the beginnings of their heat was difficult, damn near impossible. Yet there you were, sleeping as if you hadn’t been near tears with pain before he left to get your medicine. This was also the product of his mistake. He should have never left you home alone, even for a minute. Should have thought ahead and gotten your pain medicine in advance, and he really shouldn’t have forgotten Shoto was coming home today to attend an important hero conference this weekend.

Enji breathed a small huff of relief when he finally got the bedroom situated, sheets changed, and a small pile of his used T-shirts in the center of the bed to be moved however you wanted them along with the blankets. A soft knock on the door had his blood racing, every muscle in his body tense as he opened it. You were standing there with a blanket around your shoulders, bleary-eyed and very obviously still tired as you could barely hold your head up, Shoto’s hand on your back to keep you steady, his eyes shining with warmth. A deep rumbling purr rose from Enji’s chest as he wrapped his arms around you, feeling your near feverish temperature against his skin as he held you tight. Enji was about to sweep you off your feet and shut the door behind him, already picking you up from the floor to hold you, when Shoto spoke up.

“Father,” He said sternly but in a quiet voice so as not to startle you, “We need to talk”.

“What is it Shoto-”. Enji’s reply was cut short when Shoto pulled the neck of his loose T-shirt aside, revealing a raw bonding mark, still shining with fresh blood. Enji looked to your lips and could see the dry traces of his son’s blood, the red staining near your teeth. He then checked your neck, relieved only slightly to see only his bonding mark still in its place. Enji didn’t know quite exactly what to do, everything in him telling him to just get you to bed, get you comfortable and deal with this later. He and his son stared at each other for a moment, the silence thick as you drifted off to sleep against Enji’s warm chest. 

“Just wait in my office, let me get her comfortable,” Enji growled, fighting all the urges in him to explode, “we’ll figure this out”.

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let me know if you liked this and want me to expand cause I might have a couple of ideas 👀❤

#em writes ✍ #alpha enji todoroki #Alpha shoto todoroki #omega reader #Shoto todoroki x reader #enji todoroki x reader #omegaverse #shoto can wreck me is all i have to say 🥵

[msjokesgf]

Love Match-Part 8 (Shoto Todoroki x Reader)

Summary: You were hopelessly single. Between working full time and caring for your aging parents, romance was never much of a priority. That is, until your mother suggests seeing a nakodo, a traditional Japanese matchmaker. Curious, you agree, and are matched with none other than Shoto Todoroki, the famous Pro Hero. At first, you think it's a joke, but as you grow closer, you begin to wonder if a marriage between two strangers could really work.

Were you making a mistake? Or had you found your perfect match?

Word Count: 3,980

Ao3 Link | Masterlist

You were glowing with happiness.

Quite literally, in fact. When you and Shoto separated from your embrace, a golden light radiated from your chest, bathing the two of you in a warm glow. You squeezed your arms together in an effort to hide it, a little embarrassed and flustered by the situation. It had been a long time since this had happened.

“Um, your Quirk,” Shoto said, “Are you cold?”

You smiled, charmed by his concern. “N-no, sorry, sometimes this happens when I feel really strong emotions. Usually, I can keep it under control but right now I’m just so—”

“So happy?”

You nodded. “Yes, I’m so happy, Shoto. Tonight was perfect.”

He shoved his hands in his pockets and briefly looked down at the ground as he admitted, “I’m happy too.”

You held out your left hand and gazed fondly at your engagement ring. “My parents will be overjoyed, I’m sure, especially kaasan. She adores you. Honestly, I thought our engagement would be a surprise, but I think they already know.”

“They do. I came over before you got home because I wanted to ask for their approval. You mentioned they were kind of old fashioned so I figured they would appreciate it,” Shoto replied.

Judging by the looks on their faces, they had. His consideration for your parents only made you grow fonder of him. Soon enough, they’d be his parents as well, and Enji and Rei would become your in-laws.

“I bet your parents will be excited too,” you said. “After all, you’re going to be the first to get married.”

“Yes, that’s true. Actually, I meant to ask if you wanted to come over tomorrow, so we can start making wedding plans and they can see the ring. The jeweler just finished it this afternoon.”

“Of course! That sounds like a great idea, Shoto.”

He seemed pleased by your answer and took your hand in his once again. “Then let’s get you home. It’s late.”

The return to your apartment building was spent mostly in silence. Nothing else needed to be said that couldn’t be discussed tomorrow and you wanted to enjoy this time together with your new fiancé. When you arrived, Shoto squeezed your hand and pressed a light kiss to your forehead before muttering a quiet “good night” that sent shivers down your spine. You managed to breathe out a “goodbye” and then ran up to your apartment, where you were immediately accosted by your parents, mostly your mother, with a thousand questions you were more than happy to answer. She awed at the ring when she saw it, her eyes sparkling just as brilliantly as the ruby in the center.

The memory of his kiss still lingered on your lips. As you laid in bed, admiring the way the gemstones glittered in the low light of the room, you replayed every moment from tonight again and again, relishing in the affection Shoto had shown you. He made you feel so special, so cherished when he slid this ring on your finger and you told him how you couldn’t wait to be his wife. His wife! That’s what this ring symbolized. You were going to be his, forever.

Perhaps that is why he chose to design it himself.

Truth be told, you weren’t expecting a ring. It seemed such a romantic gesture for a man who made it plain on several occasions how unsentimental his view of marriage was. But every time you looked at this ring, you were reminded of Shoto. The diamonds were like tiny crystals of ice and the ruby was the same shade of crimson as his hair, his perfectly soft hair that you could still feel tangled in your fingers.

You sighed. How had you gotten so lucky?

-

At work the next day, you kept mostly to yourself, preoccupied by thoughts of the previous night. You wanted to be done with the day so you could go see Shoto and be fussed over by his parents and sister. Had they known his plans beforehand, you wondered. Endeavor seemed like the type to know everything going on in his son’s life and since they were such a prominent family, a wedding would be more than just a fancy party for family. There’d probably be lots of Pro Heroes on the guest list especially ones from Shoto’s U.A. class. Apparently, they all kept in touch after graduation and were still rather close, even though they all worked at different agencies. Your side of the guest list would be much smaller than his, not that you minded. As long as your parents were there, you’d be happy.

Despite being happy and excited about your proposal, you didn’t tell any of your coworkers the news or show them your ring. For now, you wanted to keep things regarding Shoto and the engagement private. It felt more special that way, an intimate secret known only to a few trusted people. Besides, you didn’t want to be the subject of office gossip once word got out who you were marrying.

Every minute that passed felt like an hour. Could this day just be over already? You wanted to see Shoto and have his parents fawn all over you and your new ring. Maybe you could even steal a few minutes alone together. After all, that kiss had been so nice. You were eager to do it again.

A new message popped up on your phone.

“What time do you want to come over?” it read.

You smiled when you saw Shoto’s name. He was thinking of you too. You quickly texted back a reply and then stared at your ring. It was impossible not to look at it, so new and shiny, always catching the light perfectly. Keeping it to yourself was harder than you thought. Hopefully, after tonight, you could start sharing the news of your engagement with others.

-

Later that evening, you found yourself in front of the Todoroki estate once again, waiting for Shoto at the front door. To think you might live here soon, with your in-laws. Even with all this space, it felt weird to think about living with so many people, including Endeavor. That man probably had no concept of boundaries when it came to his children. What if he burst into the bedroom when you and Shoto were…?

“Oh, good, you’re here.” Shoto’s voice interrupted your thought. “Come in.”

A small “mhm” was all you managed as you stepped inside the entranceway. He was alone, which was unexpected. You thought his parents would be there to greet you as well, given the occasion. You blushed. Or maybe he’d arranged this moment alone together on purpose. Would he kiss you again?

You looked up at him expectantly, parting your lips in preparation. He just looked at you, his brow furrowed slightly.

“Did you…need something?” he asked.

Your blush deepened and you looked away, disappointed and embarrassed. “O-oh, I just thought, maybe, you would kiss me.”

“Oh.” He sounded surprised by your suggestion and when you looked up at his face, you saw the faintest pink tint on his cheeks. “Sorry, I’m still getting used to this. I do want to kiss you.”

There was the smallest smile on his perfect lips as he gingerly touched your wrist. “Can I do it now?”

“Yes,” you breathed, looking up at him with half lidded eyes.

He leaned in for the kiss when suddenly, he stopped, and his head snapped in the other direction. “Wait.”  

“I’ll be right back, Enji. I think I left my phone in the other room.”

A few seconds later, Rei appeared, looking extremely comfortable in her black leggings and long, light blue sweater. She startled when she saw you and Shoto, stopping dead in her tracks. The three of you just stared at each other until Shoto broke the silence.

“Hi mom,” he said casually.

“Sh-Shoto, I didn’t realize you were home,” she said. Her gray eyes flickered to you. “Or that you were having company. I’m so sorry, if I had known you were coming, I would’ve put something else on.”

“No, no, it’s fine, this is your home. Don’t feel like you have to go to any trouble for me. After all, we’ll be family soon, right?” you reassured her.

She stared at you with a shocked expression, and you worried you’d been too overfamiliar and offended her somehow. But then, you realized she looked more confused than offended, almost like she had no idea what you were talking about. You both looked to Shoto for an explanation.

“She’s right. We’re engaged now, mom,” he said, so nonchalantly, like it was no big deal.

Rei’s jaw dropped. “What? Shoto, when did you—”

“He proposed last night!” you interjected, unable to contain your excitement. “It was absolutely perfect. And look at my beautiful ring.”

You went over to her and extended your left hand so she could see it up close. Her eyes sparkled and a smile brightened up her tired face as she examined the ring. “Oh, what a wonderful surprise. Congratulations, you two,” she said.

The next thing you knew, you were being tugged along by the hand down the hall as Rei cried, “Enji! Enji! You’ll never guess what happened.”

“What?” came Endeavor’s booming voice. “What is it? Is everything okay, Rei?”

When you emerged in the living room, Endeavor was standing up, also dressed in very casual clothes. Had Shoto told neither of them? Because it seemed like you were intruding on their date night or something. His eyes widened when he saw you and he said your name aloud.

“What are you doing here?” he asked.

Before you could answer, Rei eagerly thrust your hand out. “They’re engaged, Enji. Shoto proposed!”

“SHOTOOO!” Endeavor bellowed, making you jump a bit. “You got engaged and didn’t tell us? Why not?”

“This is why, old man,” Shoto replied coolly, as he strolled in and wrapped an around you. “You’re too damn loud. Don’t scare her.”

“Oh, he’s just excited,” Rei said and then went to her husband’s side. “We were hoping this would happen but didn’t expect it so soon. What an amazing surprise. Right, Enji?”

“Of course, it is, but I knew he wouldn’t wait too long. Shoto knows what’s good for him. The matchmaker made a fine choice,” said Endeavor.

“Yes, he did. I would’ve asked sooner but I didn’t want her to feel pressured by my wealth or status to make a decision she’d regret,” Shoto replied in a rather pointed tone, looking straight at his father.

Endavor flinched, though you weren’t sure why. It was sweet he was so considerate and mindful of his privileged background. Plus, it made your heart flutter hearing he wanted to propose sooner, just like tousan had.

Rei put a hand on Endeavor’s arm. “Yes, I’m sure no one wants that,” she said in an equally icy tone. “Why don’t we all sit down?”

You and Shoto sat on one couch while Enji and Rei sat on the one opposite.

“I would offer you tea or something to eat, but since someone didn’t tell us you’d be coming, I don’t have anything ready,” she said.

“It’s fine, mom. We just wanted to talk about our plans and show you the ring,” replied Shoto.

“Well, what did you two have in mind?” Endeavor asked. “Have you thought about where you want the wedding? There are plenty of nice venues to look at or the temple is always an option.”

“We’ll have to have your parents over soon so we can all plan and share ideas. Did you pick a date yet?” Rei added.

You were about to reply when Shoto cut in. “Why do we need to do all that? We can just go to the registry next week to fill out all the necessary paperwork. Isn’t that enough?”

“No!” All three of you cried in unison.

“We are not doing that, Shoto,” you told him in the most forceful tone you could muster. “I want a wedding. A real wedding.”

“We do too,” Rei agreed. “Where did you even get an idea like that, son?”

“That’s all you and dad did, isn’t it?” Shoto answered.

“It most certainly was not,” Endeavor said. “We got married at a temple.”

“Oh.” Shoto looked more confused than usual. “Really?”

“Yes, I’ll have to bring out the albums to show you sometime,” Rei said.

“Oh, I’d love to see pictures!” you exclaimed. “My parents had a temple wedding too, but I was thinking of something a little more modern. I can’t wait to look at dresses. I hope you and Fuyumi will come shopping with my mom and me.”

“Where is Fuyumi?” Shoto asked. “I want to tell her the news. She loves things like this.”

Endeavor sighed. “She’s out with her boyfriend.”

Oh, so she did have a boyfriend. You were wondering if she did. He hadn’t come to the family dinner so maybe it wasn’t that serious yet. Though it seemed Endeavor wanted it to be.

“You never know, Enji. Sometimes weddings are contagious,” Rei said in a lower tone.

“It’s been eight years, Rei.” Endeavor sounded tired.

“Well, I don’t want to wait eight years,” Shoto interjected. “If we can’t get married next week, then how soon can we?”

Once again, your heart fluttered at his eagerness, and you couldn’t help yourself. You grabbed his hand and leaned against him. “I can’t wait either, Shoto. Soon we’ll be together all the time.”

Rei smiled. “I understand you’re excited but there’s a lot of details that go into planning a wedding. Give us time to sort things out.”

“Yes, like living arrangements. Have the two of you discussed where you’ll be living? Of course, you’re welcome to move in here. There’s plenty of room, it’s close to your work and the agency, and you’d still be near your parents. I think it’s ideal,” Endeavor said.

Rei’s smile widened. “Enji, that’s a great idea. There’s those couple of rooms near Shoto that would be perfect. We could renovate them, decorate them however you like, and it could be private so we wouldn’t be a bother, unless you needed something, of course. There’ll be plenty of space for the two of you but if you need more when the time comes, one of those rooms could easily be converted into a playroom or nursery for the baby.”

As soon as that word left her mouth, Shoto stiffened and inhaled sharply. You let go of his hand and sat up straight, startled by his sudden change in demeanor.

“We’re not living here,” he snapped.

Rei flinched and her face fell, her eyes trailing down to the floor. “Oh,” she muttered quietly.

You looked at him in utter shock. Did he really just say that?

Endeavor bristled and his eyes flashed as he drew himself up. You braced for his fury that never came.

“There’s no need to speak to your mother like that, Shoto. She’s just trying to make things nice for you and your fiancée. We want her to feel like part of the family.” His voice was strained, like he was fighting to keep it even.

At the sound of his voice, Rei seemed to snap out of a trance. She touched his arm and he visibly relaxed. “Oh no, it’s fine. I know, a young couple needs their privacy. It was just a suggestion.”

There was a defeated look on her face that spurred you to speak up. “Thank you, that’s such a generous offer. We haven’t actually discussed our living arrangements yet, but you do have such a lovely home. Shoto, why don’t you show me those rooms?”

You nudged him and his hard stare turned towards you.

“Fine, I’ll show you around,” he said with a sigh.

Before you left the room, you took one last look back at Rei, who still stared blankly in front of her. Endeavor put an arm around her shoulders and that was the last thing you saw as you turned the corner. When you felt you were a safe distance away, you spoke.

“I’d never speak to my mother like that,” you said, crossing your arms. “What’s going on?”

You could see the tension in his shoulders as he led you down the hall. “It’s nothing,” he replied without looking back. “It’s just—I don’t want to live here anymore.”

“Okay, fine, but don’t you think we should be making these kinds of decisions together?” you asked.

Shoto stopped and exhaled, then turned around to face you. His expression had softened considerably. Now, he just looked tired.

“I’m sorry, you’re right. We will decide together,” he replied, taking your hands in his. “But don’t you want a home of our own? Maybe one with a garden. I want it to be just for us.”

Oh. He looked so sincere it was almost impossible to stay mad at him. You did want to be together. And maybe the proximity would help you grow closer.

You sighed. “Yes, I would like that, Shoto. But let’s at least look at the rooms. I don’t want to hurt your mom’s feelings.”

He surprised you with a peck on the lips. “You’re right, and I’ll apologize to her later. I didn’t mean to snap like that.”

You followed Shoto in a dream like state as he pulled open panels that led to mostly empty rooms.

“This one was Natsu’s room before he moved out,” Shoto explained.

“Have you thought about moving out before?” you asked. He certainly had the means to do so, and his parents didn’t require help like yours did.

“It’s crossed my mind a few times, but I’ve never seriously considered it. I like being here with my mom and sister and with my dad’s job, he likes knowing I’m close by in case the agency needs me,” Shoto replied, stepping out of the room and sliding the panel closed.

You gestured to one of the others. “What’s this one?” you asked.

“Oh, that’s my room.”

“Can I see it?”

“No, it’s messy. Maybe another time.”

He started leading you back to the living room when something else caught your eye. One of the sliding panels had been left open just enough so you could see inside. There were a few colorful toys and a soccer ball on top of a child’s dresser.

“What’s in here?” you asked, breaking away from his grasp. “Is it an old playroom?”

Before he could stop you, you slid open the panel to enter and glimpsed something tall and wooden in the corner. At first, you thought it was just a dresser, but upon closer inspection, you discovered that was not the case. A shiver ran down your spine. It wasn’t a dresser.

It was a shrine.

“This is Toya’s room,” Shoto’s low voice right next to your ear spooked you. “My parents never had the heart to pack his things away.”

You looked up at him. His expression was impossible to read. He went over to the shrine, and you followed. In the center, there was a picture of a white-haired boy wearing a middle school uniform, his big blue eyes staring deep into your very soul. A pang resounded through your chest. He was just a little boy? The way Rei had spoken about him made you think he’d been a teen or young adult when he passed, not that his age made it any less tragic.

“This is how my parents like to remember him. They visit every night together. See?”

He pointed to the still smoking incense sticks at the base of the shrine.

“I’m so sorry, Shoto.” It was all you could think to say. “It must’ve been so hard. Were you two close?”

He shook his head. “No, we weren’t. I wasn’t close to any of my siblings growing up, so I don’t remember him well. I only have stories from Natsu and Fuyumi, but it hurts them to talk about.”

“May I ask how it happened?”

With how cagey he’d been, you didn’t expect him to answer yet he did. “He burned. His Quirk…it went out of control and his body couldn’t handle it.”

You stared long and hard at the boy in the picture, unable to look Shoto in the eye. “That’s terrible. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s something we don’t talk about. My parents blame themselves so it’s best not to bring him up,” Shoto explained.

“O-of course I won’t. I apologize for bursting in here like that,” you murmured.

“It’s fine. You didn’t know but we should get back to my parents.”

You left Toya’s room when Shoto’s phone rang. He squinted at the name on the screen and sighed.

“Sorry, I have to take this,” he said. “Can you see yourself out?”

“Um, yeah, but let me say bye to your parents first. See you soon?”

Shoto smiled. “Yeah, text me when you get home.”

“Okay.”

You turned and were about halfway down the hall when you heard a very loud, gravelly voice yell. “Icyhot, you bastard, I can’t believe I got stuck with your patrol again!”

“Bakugo,” Shoto replied calmly, “Yes, thank you for switching with me on such short notice. I had to take care of something personal.”

“Bang your girlfriend on your own time, damn it. You know I hate night patrols.”

“She’s my fiancée, actually.”

That was all you heard before you rushed out in embarrassment. Turns out you didn’t know Shoto’s house as well as you thought because somehow you ended up near the kitchen instead of the living room. You stopped to try and remember how to get back when you faintly heard a woman crying.

“Of course, he doesn’t want to live here with me,” she said, “And he certainly isn’t going to want me around his children.”

Clearly, it was Rei, and Shoto had obviously underestimated how much his words hurt her. You couldn’t help yourself and drew closer to the wall in order to hear more.

“Shh, no, you know that’s not true. If anything, it’s because of me,” a man replied, and it took you a moment to realize who it was. You never imagined Endeavor could sound that gentle.

“But after what I did to him? You know I’ve never forgiven myself, Enji. Every time I see his face, I’m reminded of it,” she sobbed.

Your mind flashed to the scar on Shoto’s face. Had she caused it?

“You were sick. It was my fault. Everything was my fault. Shoto knows that, he always has, he never blamed you,” Endeavor replied.

“I-I guess I’m just worried he won’t want me around. And I already missed so much of his life.”

“Well, he was here tonight. Focus on that, Rei. He brought over his fiancée to tell us he’s engaged, they’re going to have a wedding, and he wants us to be a part of it. We never thought we’d have this. Things aren’t perfect, but they’re better, and we have to focus on that,” Endeavor said.

Rei sniffled. “You’re right. This is a good thing. Everything will work out and Shoto will be happy. That’s all we want for him.”

“And maybe when they see how happy his marriage is, Fuyumi and Natsuo will warm up to the idea. I know our own hasn’t been the best example and that’s my fault.”

They both fell silent before Rei asked, “What do you think she knows?”

“I wonder about that too.”

Nothing. You knew nothing, apparently. All you knew was this family had some weird dynamics that Shoto hadn’t bothered to explain or even mention. You looked down at your ring and a sense of dread washed over you as Natsuo’s voice rang in your ears.

What kind of family were you marrying into?

-

This one’s been up on Ao3 for a while but I was lazy and never posted it here so, sorry! I know some of you only read on tumblr so here it is. Chapter 9 will also be up today, which is the latest chapter. Hope you enjoy!

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[mha-platonic-yanderes]

Settling In: Elder Sister

Inspired by @i-cant-sing and their Yandere Todoroki Family series

There isn't a clock in your room. There is a bathroom but no clock. You don’t have a phone, but there is a laptop still on the desk. You could look at the time on there, but your curiosity isn’t worth getting out of this bed. The bed itself is absolutely massive, dwarfing you on all sides. You can stretch out and be nowhere near any of the edges. It’s the most comfortable bed you’ve ever slept upon. Knowing what time it is isn’t as important as the comfort this bed provides.

It’s early morning and the sun is just starting to rise. You know that much. Looking out of the window, you see the golden yellow sun illuminating the sky, pushing out the dark, depressing night sky.

It’s a new day, one filled with potential and hope. You aren’t immediately put off by living here. Sure, nothing will replace your parents, but Rei and Enji aren’t bad. They seem to be strict, but so was your last couple of homes. This is an upgrade, truly.

You can hear your door unlock. You turn to it, seeing Rei in the entrance. For a brief moment, you see a golden object much like the sun you were just staring at. Though, you blame it on a trick of the light. The door wasn’t locked; you didn’t lock the door last night.

“Ah, [Y/N].” A shocked expression quickly melts into the warm smile she gave you all of yesterday, “You’re up already. Don’t tell me you’ve been up all night!”

“Oh no.” You move to sit on the side of the bed. Though you had the ability to, you didn’t put the canopy part of your princess bed down. It’s a little babyish for your taste, though you’d never admit it, “I haven’t been up long. The sunrise was really pretty this morning.”

“I know; I saw.” Rei grabs your hands, helping you up and towards your closet, “Maybe I’ll wake you up earlier and we can watch it together.”

“Alright.” It’s your new favorite response. It’s perfect for situations you agree with, but have no other words to say on the matter.

Rei lets go of your hands and you let them fall to the sides of your pale pink nightgown. You didn’t really like this when Rei bought it, but you never said anything. You’ll try to stay in their good graces as long as possible.

“Now, let’s pick you out something to wear today while we go over house rules.”

She does exactly what she says she’s going to do. You appreciate her honesty, even if the clothes aren’t your style and the rule list is something you’ll probably not remember.  She’s honest, unlike prior caretakers. 

You’re handed a white sweater with bubblegum pink hearts on the elbows. They’re about as big as your fist, with the heart’s point pointing towards your wrists. With how it’s made, you can’t see the hearts. They’re for other people to look at. That’s the epitome of your new wardrobe. You don’t mind it too much.

The matching skirt is pink and pleated, not unlike the cheer skirts the cheerleaders at your old school wore. The white stockings ruin the cheerleader image, but they keep you warm. Every room Rei steps into turns cold. Every room Enji steps into becomes hot. You don’t imagine that Enji is here much, being the number one hero. But Rei is here, possibly all of the time. You’ll need to keep warm around her. Shoes are forgone. You’re probably not leaving the house today.

She leads you towards the vanity. The warm lights are flipped on and you look at yourself in the mirror. Wordlessly, she does your hair. You look yourself in the mirror. This is similar to how your peers used to play with dolls. She does your hair and dresses you up without allowing your input. At least she doesn’t make you stay silent. You’ve already had a home like that.

“Umm… Rei?” You ask tentatively, “What are we going to be doing today?”

“My other daughter is coming around.” Rei replies, smiling at you through the mirror, “She comes around, once a week or so, to check in on me.”

You smile back at her, looking away from yourself and at her reflection, “Alright.” 

Rei helps you up out of the vanity’s stool. She leads you to another room. This one is wall to wall windows, near the center of the complex. Waiting there is a conservatively dressed adult, with mid-length, almost completely white hair. Red splotches break through the strands of snowfall colored hair. You’d think it would be a bad dye job, but the family pictures on the wall show a younger her, with the same red splotched, white hair. You like her hair. It’s interesting.

“Mom.” The adult woman pulls Rei in for a hug. When they untangle, she waves at you, “Y/N, right? Call me Fuyumi. Nice to meet you.”

She’s inherited her mother’s smile and cool air radiates from her. Fuyumi looks very much like her mother, except for the bright blue eyes Enji drilled into your soul yesterday. They’re kinder, softer. She doesn’t make you instantly uneasy, like he does.

“Uhh, hi.” You wave back, “Nice to meet you too.”

Rei grabs your arm. Her icy fingers drag you to another soft seat—this time, being this room’s light grey, almost white couch. You wouldn’t want to stain or ruin this. It’s way too nice. Fuyumi sits in an adjacent chair. It looks almost identical to the couch and contrasts with her dark jeans. Rei wears dresses

“I’ll start breakfast.” Rei comments, “Will you be staying for breakfast, Fuyumi?”

“Do you need help?” Fuyumi stands back up almost immediately, “I thought you all would’ve already had breakfast. We could help! You don’t have to do it by yourself.”

Rei laughs lightly, “Oh Fuyumi, you worry too much. As long as you two stay out of the kitchen, I’ll be fine. And besides, you two should get to know each other. I’m sure you’ll love Y/N. It’s impossible not to.”

“Alright…” Fuyumi responds, “If you say so.”

Wordlessly, Rei leaves and Fuyumi sits back down. The sun’s well in the sky now. You can see it through any of the countless windows. This would look cooler, when the weather wasn’t so nice. Though, the sunlight warms the room slightly.

“So... Y/N. How was your first night?” Fuyumi turns to you, smiling once again. Her worried expression with Rei has all but melted away. You don’t know why she’d be so worried about the adult, she seems extremely capable. Maybe it’s age? Or it’s because of something you don’t know about, yet? Anyways, it’s not your place to add.

“Alright.” You decide on answering the question and not asking your own, “I got to watch the sunrise.”

“I did too, back at my place.” Fuyumi comments, “though, it’s not as nice in the city, as it is out here.”

The Todoroki residence is on a massive plot of land. Nothing else is here for miles. If you squint, you could see bits and pieces of Mustafu off in the distance. But nothing is in walking distance, certainly. They almost have you in the middle of nowhere. It’s scenic, that's for sure.

“I like your outfit. It looks adorable.” You fight to scrunch up your nose at the compliment. Adorable. Images of toddlers fill your head. That’s not what you wanted. Though, it’s out of your control anyways, as Rei picked out your outfit this morning.

“Thanks.” Y/N chooses to reply with acceptance and push the conversation forward, “I like your outfit too.”

“You’re too kind.” Fuyumi asks, “So… tell me about you? What do you do for fun.”

You answer her question, only mentioning things that you’ve been able to do this past year. You don’t talk about things you did with your parents. Those are firmly in the past now. They’re dead and the things you did alongside them are too.

Fuyumi never pushes an issue too long and she tries to keep the conversation interesting. You appreciate it. There is never a moment you feel unsafe or insecure. Other homes haven’t been this pleasant. Sure, Enji unnerves you and being dressed like a doll is weird, but everything else is alright. You’re able to overlook it—especially if the rest of your new siblings are like Fuyumi.

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[hisoknen]

kinktober day 9: public pairing: hawks x reader x endeavor warnings: public sex, exhibitionism, degradation, humiliation  wc: 2.5k

a/n: a huge thank you @pleasantanathema for beta reading this. your notes throughout it made me smile like a goon and encouraged me to keep writing and eventually post it <3

You watched as the city lights rush past your window. The sky was dark, but the city was illuminated with warmth and presence. Hawks had talked about introducing you to Endeavor, now that things between you had gotten more serious. He wanted to show the person he admired most, his beautiful girlfriend. You knew that he'd always looked up to and admired Enji Todoroki, even made you pick out a black suit for him before heading out.

“What’s on your mind, dove?” Hawks’ hand rests on your thigh. It was innocent, just something meant to pull you from your trance. But that didn’t stop the tingling that has your thighs drawing together.

“I’m just thinking about what dinner will be like.” You clear your throat, adjusting in the leather seat. He lets out a soft hum, slowly picking up his speed on the road. His eyes don’t leave the window as he drags the bottom of your dress up, exposing your thighs to the cold air in the car.

“Keigo-” you glance at him with uncertainty etched across your face. His eyes are soft and focused ahead, but there is an impish grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. Fire spreads through your belly, he wanted to play. 

“What, it doesn’t feel good?” He chuckles, tracing your clit through the fabric. The pads of his fingers push down while he circles the bundle of nerves, hands pulling away and resting on the wheel. “Take them off.” Hawks’ head turns toward you as he eases on the break, steadily approaching the red light. You hesitate, the black dress was already short, you weren’t sure how you’d manage without anything underneath. 

“Dove.” He holds his palm out toward you, hitting the gas. You’re thrown back at the sudden jerk, checking the side mirror before slipping your fingers under the dress, pausing before slowly dragging the fabric down your knees, and stepping out of them. 

The moment your panties hit his hand he smiles, bringing them to his nose to take a deep breath before tucking them into his pocket “You’re so good to me,” he sings fingers, swirling his fingers with his tongue before crawling back to your heat. You let out a long-winded moan when his wet digits spread your labia, running a line down your slit. He eases his fingers into your slick hole, his palm brushing across your clit. Curling his fingers, he undulates them, exploring your gooey insides. 

Long strings of moans flutter past your lips, your hips grinding up against his palm for friction, anchoring your hands on his wrist. A low rumble falls from Hawks’ lips. You glance over and can see a tent forming in his pants, reaching over to touch his cock.

“Ah, ah.” He shakes his head, and you draw back, looking down to see his hands working against you. You stare at the lights streaking past the window, your fingers digging into the seat. Your breath picks up, nipples pressing painfully hard against your dress. Your legs shake, two fingers glancing past the spongy spot inside of you. 

“We’re here, dove,” Hawks rips his fingers from your core, patting your thigh. He dips wet fingers into his mouth, letting go with a pop, not once looking at you while he unbuckles his seatbelt, stepping out of the car. You were so close, your core flutters around the ghost of where his fingers were filling you only moments before. You can feel heat creeping up the shells of your ears, chest warm, and raised bumps spread across your flesh. 

The door opens and Hawks reaches his hand down to help you out of the car. You glare up at him, realizing that he never intended to get you off before the dinner. Just wind you up so he could have some fun. You huff, unbuckling the belt and placing your hand in his, allowing him to pull you out.

The crisp fall air litters your body with icy kisses. Resting his hand on the small of your back, Hawk’s guides you toward the restaurant.“If you don’t get yourself under control, Endeavors going to know what a naughty little thing you’ve been.” You let out a tiny yelp, his breath tickling your neck and sending jolts to the hollow of your belly. 

You steady your breathing walking in and standing confidently as the waiter brings you over to your table. The monstrosity of a man seated in front of you makes the chairs on the opposing side look like they come from a toy house in comparison. Flames flicking around his face he stands up to greet you both, the stern look on his face chilling you to your core. 

Pulling the chair out for you to sit, Hawks joins sitting down beside you, immediately picking up a conversation with the Number 1 Hero. You introduce yourself and he glances over you, his gaze burning holes into your skin. You search his eyes but they are unreadable, you can’t tell what he’s thinking as he turns his attention to Hawks, tuning out your responses.

Opening the menu Hawks leans over to take a peek, his hand immediately finding home at the inside of your thigh. He asks what you’d like to drink, going over some of the dishes with you before speaking in a hushed voice. “You’ll be good and keep your legs open for me, right?” A rush of panic ripples through you, but you obey, relaxing your muscles, and allowing his finger to brush against your naked core. You look over the menu, asking if Enji recommends anything. 

He peers over to you, clearing his throat before rattling off a few options. To anyone, it must just look like Hawks was resting his hands affectionately on your thigh like any partner would. But beneath the table he was pressing his fingers at your center, thumb brushing across the apex of your thighs. 

“Good girl,” Hawks hums, dipping his fingers down to collect your arousal, spreading it across your clit, languidly circling his fingers against the nub, tapping and pressing them just at your tight entrance before retreating back. 

“If you’ll excuse me.” You hear a gruff voice above you, quickly looking from your lap to meet Enji’s gaze. He’d pushed his chair out from the table, smoothing down his suit before walking away. The moment he’s out of sight you shoot a panicked look at Hawks. What if Enji had seen what he was doing. The unbothered look on his face helped you relax into his touch. Enji probably had to go make a call or use the restroom. You were being a good girl for Hawks, so quiet for him, there was no way Enji suspected a thing.

“Look at how wet you are. I’ve barely done anything,” you can hear the mocking in his voice as his fingers dip out to taste your soaked cunt. Your hands ball around the dress, back arching into his touch.

When the waiter drops off your wine, Hawks digs his fingernails into your thigh, forcing a whimper from your throat. He quickly traces the broken skin, bringing his fingers back to your twitching cunt. The moment he slips his fingers into your pussy your hands latch onto the table. 

“Hands down, love.” It’s not a request and your body follows without question. He begins to knead the spongy patch inside of you, rubbing and tapping it while his thumb circles your clit. It feels as though you might break the skin of your lips with how hard you are biting down, fighting with your body’s desire to let out the sighs threatening to escape.

“Keep quiet, little dove.” He smiles against your ear, laying a soft kiss against your cheek. “You don’t want to get me in trouble do you?” You shake your head, letting out a choked sound when his pace quickens. The shameful squelches of your soaked cunny sound each time he moves his fingers. 

You’re startled by Enji pulling his chair out, settling back down in front of you. He gives you an inquisitive look before taking a sip of his drink. You breathe out, praying that he can’t hear the sounds coming out of you under the table. Letting go of your lip, you focus on your breath, smiling over at Enji. Hawks continues to talk about hero work in an even tone, only his wrist working. His arm itself was unmoving to anyone outside looking in, the metal of his cufflink occasionally startling you when it hits your flesh. 

Your cheeks burn, the lewd sounds of your pussy and his fingers probing you are all you can think about. Enji looks at Hawks as he speaks, glancing over at you every so often, asking you questions and forcing you to speak through the assault. You stumble over your words, clearing your throat each time to gather your thoughts.

What a stupid little slut.

The two of them are talking to you about how much restraint and focus is required for heroes in the field, ironic with Hawks’ wandering hands. He curls his fingers inside of you, a strangled moan being torn from your throat in the middle of the conversation. Enji’s eyes flicker over to you, his tongue dipping out to lick at his lips. An uncomfortable heat rushes through your body, your eyes darting to look behind him to see if anyone else has noticed, but there are no eyes on you. You can feel Hawks’ gaze burrowing into you, his fingers slowing but not stopping.

Enji falls silent, lowering his eyes as he leans across the table. He locks onto you, reading your face like an open book. A sickly sweet dread crawls across your skin, he knew what you were doing. Instead of feeling fear you can only drink in the eyes hungrily consuming you.

“Enjoying yourself with a couple of fingers in your cunt?” Enji's voice is blunt, slicing through the air between you, chin resting on his hands, “and you don’t even have the decency to keep quiet.” You choke out a breath, tears burning at the corners of your eyes. Your breath comes in and out in winded gasps as Hawks picks up an unforgiving pace. 

“Endeavor, if you don’t quiet down we could all get caught.” The words float past his lips with a taunting edge. “Wouldn’t really help repair your reputation.” He chuckles, musing at the look of irritation that spreads across the number one hero’s face. Enji shakes it off, tearing his eyes from the bird next to you and diving into your own.

“I could hear your drooling cunt being fucked all the way from over here,” you squirm in the seat, Enji Todoroki knew how much of a slut you were. “Anyone with even an ounce of pride would feel shame,” you soak in his words, too far gone to care that you’d been caught. Your cunt gushes around Hawks’ digits, vibrating at the sound of his demeaning tone. 

Hawks scoots his chair closer to you, his fingers picking up their pace once again. You bring your hands up to your mouth, trying to hold in the moans rising in your throat. 

“We can’t have that. You’ll draw too much attention.” Enji’s voice is thick like honey, commanding and unmoving. “Can you only keep quiet with a cock shoved inside your throat?” Your thoughts drift to Enji standing over you, hands wrapped around your throat feeling his cock slide in and out of it. His words are torturous and promising.

“You’ve been letting him fuck you under the table while you carry on talking to me,” your face burns under his gaze and you look over to Hawks.

“Don’t you know it’s rude to look away when you’re being spoken to?” Enji’s voice is low, laced with disappointment. You shudder taking in his eyes full of hunger, scanning over your open skin.

Hawks chuckles, prodding at your insides relentlessly. He had no reason to be subtle anymore, Enji had noticed long before he let on. Reading the fear and excitement on your face, he knew that you didn’t want to be caught. The idea of the person he admired most watching as he made you cum. Knowing that he was the only one who could make you like this, made his cock twitch.

The way Enji’s eyes surveyed you, hand resting on his lap and voice gravelly all because of you, was electrifying. His gaze violated you, setting a flame across your body, his words, laced with provocation, you hung onto each syllable. 

Hawks reaches his other hand under the table pulling your leg apart and against his. His nails dig into your flesh, anchoring his grip while he jerks his hands up against your g-spot. Enji whispers filth and small, provocative words of praise as he watches you unravel. 

“Go ahead and cum.” Enji’s voice snaps the coil and sends burning flames to permeate through your veins. Your body jerks, spasming against the thick fingers invading your cunt. Your eyebrows pull together, lips pressed tightly as you let out an unintelligible sound as you exhale. You tremble, cunt threatening to push out Hawks’ fingers with each pulse, arousal gushing out of you. 

“Do you enjoy it? The idea of anyone seeing you cum.” Enji drawls. You whine, shaking your head no weakly as your slick pours out onto Hawks’ hand, the squelch of your release loud against your eardrums. His wings puff out, ruffling against your shoulder. 

“You made such a mess,” Hawks coos, pressing his lips against your temple, slowly pulling his hands from your drooling cunny. How could you explain the fluid drenching the chair and dripping down your thighs when you stood up? 

Your eyes flutter open when the waiter arrives at the table, you can’t quite distinguish what he’s asking, but the two men you’re with sign off on the bill.

“Time to go, dove.” You stand with the help of Hawks, steps faltering  as you walk. You gaze down at the chair, your cum pooled on it, running off the edge like spilt cream. He throws a napkin down onto it, grabbing your waist and tugging you toward his body. 

The cold air nips at your skin when you step out of the building, mind still swimming and foggy. You couldn’t make eye contact with Enji as you walked to the car, but you could feel his gaze blazing through your back, his presence only inches behind you as you stared at the concrete before you.

Hawks’s hand drops from your lower back, turning to face you. His fingers run underneath your chin, tugging it up and landing a soft kiss on the corner of your lips. “I’ll bring the car around. Wait here, dove,” he breathes, squeezing your shoulder gently before turning away with a wink.

You take a step to follow him with wobbly legs, pleas catching in your throat. Large hands grab you by the hips and pull you into a sturdy chest. “Did you really think I’d just let you go after all of that?” Enji bends down, breathing heavily against your ear, hands making their way to your dripping cunt.

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