Touya X Reader On A Pumpkin Picking Date But Rei Made Them Bring Little Shoto Along Since He Wanted To

Touya x reader on a pumpkin picking date but Rei made them bring little Shoto along since he wanted to get a pumpkin too !!! Reader adores kids but Touya's just embarrassed and annoyed

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so touya dressed as a scarecrow to a pumpkin patch (duh yn's idea) and all the moms whispering to each other abt how hot he looks mhm many many thoughts

be nice (or not) // touya todoroki

touya's burning glare was unavoidable no matter where you darted your eyes.

shouto had his arms lazily wrapped around your waist and head leaned against your chest in content as you three were being driven off to the pumpkin patch in the hayride along with several other families and couples chattering among themselves.

"the hay is poking my ass." touya dryly states, releasing a heavy sigh as he squirms to fix his position.

"that's a bad word, nii-san." shouto shushes him, lightly kicking his feet towards touya, but not quite being able to reach.

"you're right, shou, that IS a bad word. nii-san needs to watch his language, right?" you look down at the young child residing in your lap.

"mhm." shouto voices in agreement, sticking his tongue out at touya.

touya presses his lips together, and leans forward. he slowly inches towards shouto's face, causing the boy to push further back into you with fear.

"cover your ears." he whispers, laying his palms flat on his knees.

shouto tightens his grip around your waist and looks up at you, in which you nod your head in assurance.

he slaps his hands over his ears, and keeps his gaze on the passing scenery to avoid reading touya's lips- expecting profanities to escape his mouth the moment he wouldn't be able to hear anymore.

oh how you wished you could do the same.

"why the fuck would you agree on bringing the brat with us?" touya scolds.

"because your mom asked? and i love your mom? and i love shouto?" you furrow your eyebrows in annoyance. "you got a problem with that?"

"i do. you're annoying." he huffs. "unbelievably annoying."

"be nice to him, or else i'll shove a pumpkin up your fucking ass."

"wow and i was the one that needed to watch my language?" he peers around the cart. "be nice to me and maybe i'll return the favor." he smirks.

you silently flip touya off behind shouto's head as he leans back onto the hay-bale, crossing a leg over his knee with a taunting grin still plastered to his face.

shouto sees touya relax and releases his hands from his ears.

"what did you guys talk about?" he looks up at you with his teddy bear eyes and signature toothy grin.

"just about how nii-san is going to make today so much fun for you!" you smile, pressing your cheek against the top of his head. "isn't that right, touy?"

"yup." he gritted his teeth. "so much fun."

-

"are you sure you want this one?" touya asks for the third time, motioning towards the large disfigured pumpkin which could have been triple the size of shouto's head. "super sure?"

"yes!" shouto exclaims, bouncing on the hay-bale in joy, crunching the needles beneath his feet. "i want that one!"

you and touya send each other weary glances. along with your own pumpkins, you wondered how you would be able to get this behemoth back home.

"aww, is this your kid's first time picking out a pumpkin?" a passing by worker asked.

"he's not-" touya starts.

"-yes it is!" you beam, "he's been waiting for this all month, right hun?"

"right." touya deadpans, a light blush dusting over his cheeks. "he's ambitious. 'course he picks the biggest and ugliest one."

"he's just like his mom! loves the ugly rotten ones." you huff out a chuckle, ruffling shouto's hair and shooting a brief glare towards touya.

"well!" the worker darts their eyes between you three, unaffected by the thick line of tension between you and touya. "we have wheelbarrows available at the front! in the meantime, you can pay at the stand and we'll keep these here for you until you're ready to leave and take these to your cars."

once the worker leaves you three, touya sends you one last death stricken glare before heading towards the stand to pay out.

the last time someone had mistaken you and touya as shouto's parents was when you two picked him up from school. the parents cooed to you about how polite "your boy" was from what the other kids had told them and praised you on your parenting.

of course you leaned into it, taking in all of the compliments with a bright smile and cheerful thanks.

touya on the other hand hated the attention, but wouldn't dare cross you. he'd idly nod and agree while you conversed with the other parents, letting you enjoy your 5 minutes of parenthood.

"can i go in the bouncy castle?" shouto tugs on your sleeve, pointing towards the crowd of kids rushing in and out of the inflatable structure. "nii-san, can i?"

"yeah, go." he huffs, shoving his hands in his pockets, following shouto's direction as he runs towards the other kids.

"what are you so pouty about?" you tease, hooking an arm around touya's elbow. "you don't wanna play house with me?"

"you're coddling the wrong todoroki today." he mumbles, leaning away from your puckering lips.

"you jealous of your baby brother?"

"as if." he rolls his eyes. "i could not give less of a fuck if you love my kid brother more than your own boyfriend. not a single fuck. why would i?"

"okay. good." you playfully shrug. "because i think your kid brother loves me more than you too."

touya quickly tosses a glance over his shoulder towards the bouncy castle, keeping tabs on shouto as he runs around with the others.

this could've been it. with the shortness, dry responses, and glares he had been sending your way since the morning, you were sure he was thinking of all the ways he could shut you up for the rest of the day.

you loved toying with his short fuse- it was pure entertainment for you. how can you bother touya today? how many inside jokes can you make with his siblings before he starts throwing a fit? how long can he go on with this "nonchalant" facade of his?

"if you want me to fucking die on the spot right now, then just say so." he wraps an arm around behind your neck and pulls you into him, hanging his head into the crook of your neck. "otherwise, stop being an asshole." he mumbles.

this was new- defeat.

"i know, i'm so mean to hurt my poor baby's feelings." you choke back a laugh.

you run your hand up and down touya's back, occasionally landing a comforting pat in between his shoulder blades.

he groans into your neck and pulls away, hands firmly gripping both of your shoulders.

"enough of that baby bullshit unless you really want me to put a baby in you." he lowly says.

and there it was- the attitude, and the venom that you had been looking for all day.

"don't threaten me with a good time, babe." you look up at him through your lashes. "not like i've been waiting or anything."

you leaned into the teasing. if there was one thing you had touya beat at, it was the push and pull of trying to get the other to break under the relentless flirting, and shameless vulgarities.

he returned your sultry eyes with a smirk. a hand on your shoulder made its way up to the side of your neck, thumb caressing the tender flesh beneath your jaw. he pulls you into him. his lips inching closer and closer to your own.

you felt your stomach twisting and your breathing stop. you silently pray that this feeling never goes away- this effect touya had on you.

he stops.

"you're sick and twisted," the hot breath of his words brushing against your parted lips. "and will be dealt with when we get home."

his hand continues upwards. he endearingly pinch the soft flesh of your cheeks between his index finger and thumb before walking off- the soft crunches of the browned leaves under his foot marking every step as he leaves you in the midst of the crowd of parents by yourself.

"shouto!" touya calls out, waving his arm to catch the boy's attention. "let's go. gotta grab the pumpkins, mom and dad got things to do later."

he peers over his shoulder at you with a lopsided smile, clearly amused by your giddy response. both you and shouto run up to touya and latching onto an arm.

"so, going back to that baby-making thing?" you lean up and whisper against the shell of his ear.

"later. and i won't be nice about it."

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i just want you to stay (with me) | dabi x reader

night shifts are hell, you think. here your are, stumbling back to your flat, in the dead of the night, hands shaking with the exhaustion of hours of work at the ER.

so, when you close the door behind you and all but slide down its wooden surface, you’re not expecting anything but a good night’s worth of sleep.

“rough day at work, sweetheart?”

you barely startle. barely. there, sprawled on your couch, feet kicked up on the coffee table before him, is dabi. 

you let out a huff, a tired smile tugging at your lips.

“night shifts suck.”

he grins, a sharp flash of white in the dark. you don’t bother turning the lights on. too much and he’ll shy away, shadow slipping in the dark streets below.

“quit your job, sweetheart.”

“and lose easy access to quality medical supplies? hard pass.”

“giran probably knows a spot."

you step closer, feet quiet on the linoleum floor. 

“i’d rather not be branded as a criminal. my poor mother wouldn’t handle it.”

“shame. you’d make a cute villain.”

dabi’s skin stretches and pulls over the narrow bones of him, taut over his jaw as he grins. he’s watching you, eyes blazing like his flames, a predator ready to pounce to all.

but you know him.

you see the way his shoulders sag in quiet relief, feel the way his fingers - long, slender, deadly - curl around your wrist. he won’t ask you to stay. the words would hang too heavily in the air. they might choke you both. you, little civilian meddling in the muddy waters of crime. him, villain with thirty known victims under his belt.

yet… yet, here, in the quiet darkness of the little place you call a home, he melts. lets you unravel him, lets you pull down his coat, the leather smoke-heavy, ember-warm on your skin. lets you pull off his shirt and run your hands over his burns, the gnarled flesh, barely holding on. you’re careful, when you touch him.

“my nerves are burnt, sweetheart. i don’t feel a thing.”

“liar”, you whisper against the shell of his ear, lips brushing against the cold metal of his piercings. 

he feels too much, you know. quirkless you may be, but if there’s one thing you learned in your meager twenty-four years of existence, it’s that meta-abilites are always a reflection of their bearer. and dabi…

oh, dabi burns and burns.

you look at him, sitting on your couch, watching you, teal eyes like twin pyres in the dark, a siren’s song of fire. the moonlight is kind to him, you think, curling in the dips and crevices of him, nestling in the jutting collarbones, the sharp edge of his jaw, the stark metal of his staples.

you settle beside him, hand light on his shoulder, touch gentle on his skin, gaze critical. 

“i thought your burns would be in a worse state than that.”

he lets out a low rasp of a chuckle.

“what, disappointed you can’t get your hands all over me, doc?"

you let out a huff.

“you’re a menace.”

heat on your hips. he’s pulling you closer to him, broad hands encompassing your waist. his head fits on your chest. a low rumble.

“you love this menace.”

he’s leaning into your touch, dabi, a lick of heat warming your side. his hair brushes against your shoulder. your palm presses flat against his chest, against the unburnt planes of him.

his eyes are half-lidded, heavy blue drawing you in. a small smile tugs at your lips. your fingers thread through his hair.

“i love you.”

you feel his cheeks grow hot, even through the fabric of his your t-shirt.

“that’s a low blow, doc.”

you grin, lips soft against his heated forehead. he nuzzles in your chest, burying his face in the cradle of your arms, driving you closer to him.

if he could meld you together, cremation flashing blue, he would. keep you all to himself, away from the hustle and bustle of your ER job, away from the hero commission and its demands.

he settles for this instead. 

he stays.

notes/other. uh - here. i love him, your honor sobs. anyways i haven’t watched season five pls don’t spoil it for me i’m sorry </3

you find dabi out on your tiny balcony, surrounded by plants and empty wine bottles, a bucket full of water (because it’s been raining pretty badly) at 6:37 am, tangerine glow illuminating his face. and he’s shirtless (cold to the touch once you wrap your arms around his waist), black sweatpants hanging loosely on his hips.

he sighs once he feels your touch, places his cold hands on your arms. “good morning, my love.” he says, adding — like he always does — the my in front of whatever sickeningly sweet nickname he’s using for you. something he does because he finds comfort in knowing you’re his, that he holds your heart in his hands like you do his. “how’d you sleep?”

the beginning of quédate by kevin kaarl is playing in the shop below you as you smile against dabi’s back. “amazing. is that the correct word to use? i don’t know. being wrapped in your arms is always so splendid.”

“you’re so cheesy.” he chuckles, pulls you up and into his chest — your ear to his beating heart, silently telling you look, listen. my heart only beats for you.

“i’m romantically cheesy.” you giggle, smiling, holding him close against you because these — you like to think — are the moments you’re supposed to treasure the most, before he has to leave. “i love you.” you say and it comes out slowly, hoarsely because you just woke up, almost broken.

“i love you, too.” dabi responds, kisses the top of your head and turns to look at the orange rising sun. “until the sun burns out, until all the stars die.”

it’s a promise, one that will never be broken.

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His Family

Character: Shigaraki Tomura | Shigaraki Tenko

Warnings: graphic depictions of childbirth, pet names

Synopsis:

    Tomura hated this. He really hated this. He hated the world, he hated stupid mother nature, and he especially hated himself for causing you this pain.

It started early in the morning - a tight clenching of your muscles - the skin around your swollen stomach tightening and constricting as a contraction ran through your body causing you to shiver. The base was quiet, everyone was asleep, save for you, whose body was currently preparing to birth a child. 

    Tomura was behind you, his arm thrown over your hip as his hand rested on the swell of your belly, his breath was shallow and deep, signaling to you that he was asleep. He’d been working so hard lately with the league, you didn’t want to wake him, trying to let him rest as long as he could before you would eventually need his help with the labor of your child. 

    You inhaled as deeply as your crushed lungs allowed you, your womb has shifted your organs immensely, causing your lungs to become compressed within your ribs as your body had made room for the growing life inside you.

    Another contraction began, pulling a squeak from you as you opened your mouth in a silent scream, your brows furrowed and your hands grasping your stomach tightly. The squeak alerted Tomura, he woke to resituate himself onto his elbow, looking over your shoulder to see your face scrunched up and it dawned on him that you were having a contraction. 

    Tomura lifted his hand from your taught belly to pull your hair back and kiss your temple, silently assuring you that he wasn’t going anywhere. You groaned as the contraction continued to ripple beneath your skin, moving your hand from your stomach sharply and grasping Tomura’s forearm in a deathgrip, your nails leaving crescent marks in his pale skin as it passed over you. 

    “Breathe, baby, breathe.” Tomura moved his arm that was held by your grip down to your stomach, rubbing the swell of it and pressing gently, trying to relieve some of the pressure. 

    “Tomura.” You wined and leaned your head back into his shoulder, his snow-white locks tickling your brow. He looked down at you as you inhaled deeply before puffing out a small breath as your body allowed you to relax. The contraction had passed.

    “Baby, how long?” Tomura pulled a piece of your hair back to get a better view of your face, stroking your cheek with the back of his knuckles. Though Tomura no longer had to worry about the fear of decay, he still wore artist gloves as a precaution - he couldn’t fathom the idea of losing you. He did everything to ensure that both you and his baby were safe. He ran his hand over your stomach again and softly ran his thumb over your skin. 

    You shrugged, in all honesty, you weren’t sure. The pain that had woke you up from your deep sleep had started when it was dark out, now the birds outside were chirping as light crested over the city. “I-I’m not really sure.” You looked down to your tummy before lurching forward in a gasp and curling around yourself, a C shape, as another contraction began. 

    “Tomura, please, please make it stop.” tears had begun to slip down your cheeks, the scene wrenched Tomura’s heart, he wanted the pain to go away so badly, if he could move the pain to himself, he would - in a heartbeat. 

    “Oh, baby, I know, I know it hurts, i’m sorry, sweetie.” He cooed, moving his hands back to your stomach, sitting up on his knees and leaning over your shaking form, he massaged your tight skin again, praising you as you weakly whimpered again. “Baby, deep breaths, it’s okay, i’ve got you.” He kissed your shoulder, feeling a sheen sheat of sweat that had begun to climb over your soft skin, you were burning up. 

    Once the contraction softened out Tomura placed his hands over you, looking at you through his arms, “You wanna take a bath?” He prayed the answer was yes. You nodded and he smiled, “M’kay, I'm gonna go start the bath, you call me if you start to hurt again.” 

    “Tomu, please, please don’t leave me.” You sniffled and grabbed his wrist once he’d hopped out of bed. 

    “Baby, I’ll be right back, I swear, it will only be a few seconds, I promise.” He emphasized on the ‘promise’ before leaning forward and placing a kiss on your lips gently.

    Tomura walked into the bathroom which was attached to your room, placing the plug into the drain and turning the faucet, placing his hand under the streaming water until it ran warm over his finger tips.

    He walked back into the bedroom to see that you sat yourself up and your were running your hand over your belly affectionately, Tomura walked around the edge of the bed to watch you, moving his hand to move you hair back from your face, placing his free hand over yours on your stomach, rubbing your skin before kissing you deeply, holding the two of you in that moment for a quiet second, the light streaming in through the window, his white hair creating a curtain over the two you, and his hands holding the two things that were most precious to him. 

    Tomura pulled away and dropped one last peck to your lips, moving his hands to wrap them around your legs, holding your bridal style to his chest as he made his way into the bathroom, setting you down on the edge of the tub and peeling off your -his - shirt gently. Once your shirt was off he kissed the top of your head and picked you back up, placing you into the tub, standing on your feet before peeling off his sweatpants and stepping in behind you to help maneuver you down.

    On your descent, a contraction hit causing you to whine, placing your hand around your stomach and leaning over, Tomura was horrified as he watched you lean forward, convinced you were about to fall face first into the water. He quickly wrapped himself around you, leaning into you as you opened your mouth in pain, trying to get in any ounce of air that you could. Tomura could feel your body shaking, he took his hands from your back to rest beneath the swell of your belly, holding your belly up as much as he could - he knew the baby had probably just dropped and was intent on relieving as much pain as he could. “Baby, you gotta relax.” He whispered into your ear and you groaned, sinking deeper into his hold, “Please, Sweetheart.” Shigaraki couldn’t remember the last time he heard or even felt that much desperation in his own voice. “Y/n, babygirl, you’ve gotta relax, deep breaths.” He soothed you again, rubbing his hands along your tummy in an attempt to ease the pain. 

    You inhaled deeply as the contraction passed, “‘M’ can move now.” Tomura helped bring you down, your back to his thick chest, one hand resting on your belly and the other holding your head into the crook of his neck. 

    “You’ve gotta listen to me, sweetgirl, i’m trying to help you, you gotta listen to me when I tell you to relax.” Tomura scolded lightly, kissing your temple to reinstate that he wasnt mad, just concerned. You nodded your head in response, a few tears slipping down your cheeks.

    “It hurts so much, Tomu, I can't, I want it to stop.” You sobbed into his neck, hot breaths hitting his skin. 

    Tomura hated this. He really hated this. He hated the world, he hated stupid mother nature, and he especially hated himself for causing you this pain. “Oh, baby, I know.” He felt as though he was on the verge of tears until he heard the door to your bedroom open and the sound of heavy boots - Dabi - make their way into you guys’ bathroom. Tomura turned his head sharply, to look at the scarred man, squinting as he tried to assess what the man was about to do, he kept a firm hand on the side of your head and his left arm cradling your stomach, protecting the two of you. 

You hadn’t noticed Dabi was there, and you’d actually gotten close to drifting off to sleep thanks to the warm water and Tomura’s soft words. 

“She doin’ okay?” Dabi’s raspy voice caused you to shift a tad as you weakly opened your eyes, sniffling before Tomura turned to you, hushing you and kissing your cheek, “Go to sleep baby, you’re okay.” You tried your hardest to listen as you closed your eyes and leaned deeper into his hold. 

Dabi had made his way to the side of the tub and was watching you almost as if he was also involved in this relationship, as if it was Dabi’s child inside your womb and not Tomura’s. Tomura didn't like that. 

He narrowed his eyes as Dabi hummed at the sight, “Toga said it’d be today, I didn't believe her.” He chuckled, staring intently at your stomach, watching as you took a deep inhale. Shigaraki moved his hand down lower over your stomach, his hand becoming the focal point in Dabi’s vision, making the older of the two give a ‘really?’ look.

Tomura spoke up softly, as though not to awake you, “What do you want?” Tomura was aware that Dabi and you had a “sister-brother” type relationship, and he supposed that Dabi truly was worried for you and this was his only way of showing it. Tomura really considered that Dabi being concerned for your well being and not knowing how to express that was what was happening. 

Dabi took a deep inhale and tapped his fingers along the tub, puffing a huff of air through his lips and tearing his gaze from your stomach up to the ceiling, the lights becoming far more interesting than your skin. “I just wanna make sure she’s okay,” Dabi brought his eyes back down to Tomura’s and he sighed, “I’m sorry, man, I just- I wanna be here for her too.” Dabi admitted and moved to rest his chin on his hands which were perched on the side of the tub. 

Tomura went to answer, opening his mouth when you cried out and pulled away from Tomura’s grasp, holding your stomach and baring your teeth, trying to breathe. Tomura moved to pull you back, holding you tightly to try and relieve the pressure, “Breathe, sweetie-” You cut him off with a cry, “Gahhh” you warbled. 

Dabi’s eyes softened, he wanted to help, he felt so terrible. He stood up, pulled off his boots, jacket, and pants, leaving him in just his boxers and his white tank. 

Tomura was so focused on helping you he hadn't noticed the scarred man peeling off his clothes to join the two of you in the bath, when his eyes caught the movement he turned and pulled you back into his chest, “Ohhh no, no we’re not doing that.” He narrowed his eyes at the older man, completely oblivious to your pants and whimpers of pain. The cpntrravcton hadnt passed and the position you were in was so uncomfortable you were sure you were about to scream. 

Dabi stepped into the bath, kneeling and sitting back onto his haunches, watching you pant in pain, “Dude, look at her!” he raised his arm to point a hand in your direction, “She can’t breathe and she’s gonna need more help than just you-” You groaned and whimpered, distracting the two men for a second before the contraction became more intense causing you to arch your back against Tomura. 

“Oh my god!” You squealed and began to cry, fat tears streaming down your cheeks, “Tomura, Tomu- it hurts!” Tomura turned to you, breaking eye contact with Dabi to kiss your cheeks, “Baby, relax, take a deep breath, listen to me.” You began to thrash around as the pain became greater and Dabi could tell you were starting to panic as Tomura couldn't get a grip on your arms to stop you from hitting yourself against something.

Dabi leaned forward in the tub, catching one arm in his left hand and resting his right hand atop your knee, rubbing soft circles into our skin. Tomura had your other arm in his own left hand and his right holding your belly comfortingly. “Sweetie.” Tomura deepened his voice and you whined again, “You have got. to. calm. down.” He brought his hand to your cheek, prying your mouth open to force some oxygen down your airway. 

“I can’t, I really can’t Tomu, it hurts so bad.” You threw your head back and dabi released your wrist to place his hand atop your belly where Shigaraki’s hand previously sat. 

Dabi started to look over your body - having three younger siblings of his own he was keen on a few things about childbirth and he was sure neither of you had checked whether or not you were dilated yet or whether or not your water had broken. 

Suddenly you cried out again as you arched back into Tomura again before the contraction passed and you collapsed back into Tomura’s hold.

“There she goes.” Dabi rubbed your knee softly and Tomura looked at him in question, soothing a hand over your head as you finally relaxed. “Her water broke.” Dabi informed him, reaching forward to pull Tomura’s hand which was holding your wrist down to the curve of your tummy, placing it there and feeling around until he found it - a slight clenching of the muscles could be felt beneath your skin. Tomura widened his eyes at the touch and turned to you to see you watching both men become entranced with your belly. 

“Does that hurt, baby?” Tomura asked and looked into your eyes, worry etched over his features. You shook your head. Truthfully, it did hurt, but compared to the pain you’d been feeling, the sensation was nearly numb. 

Dabi let the two of you sit in silence for a while, smiling warmly at the sight before him, Tomura had leaned back slightly, you with him, tucked against his chest, his arms wrapped around you. The two of you had fallen into a light sleep, Tomura mostly just resting his eyes and keeping a hold on you whereas you were actually slipping into unconsciousness when another contraction started causing you to groan before sitting up slowly, feeling Tomura follow in suit. 

“Another one?” Tomura watched as your chin quivered and you nodded.

“I need to sit up.” You started through a whimper and moved to rest on your hands and knees, Tomura and Dabi both helping you get situated in the new position. You stared at your reflection in the water while Dabi watched you, unsure if he was allowed to touch you - Although Tomura had calmed down and allowed him to be in the tub, it did not warrant him actually being able to touch you now as he’d allowed it a few minutes ago. 

Tomura had his hand resting on the curve of your back, kneeling behind at an angle behind you, making sure he could still see your face and gage your reactions to the pain your body brought upon you. He ran his hand up and down your back, pressing in certain spots to alleviate some pressure. This went on for several minutes, accompanied by your pants and raspy breaths before Dabi spoke up. 

“How ya doin’ babydoll?” He reached forward, testing the waters to see how far he could get with touching you, watching as Tomura made no move to halt his movements. Dabi brought his hand to your head, petting your damp hair softly - whether it was damp from the bath, sweat, or a mixture of both, none of you knew. 

You groaned and rocked yourself back and forth before reaching back for Tomura’s hand, he sensed this, reaching down with the hand that wasn't resting on your back and interlacing your fingers with his, “You’re doing so good, prettygirl, so good.” Tomura leaned down and rested his nose to the top of your head, his hair creating a curtain over your head and laying atop Dabi’s hand. 

“We gotta check how dilated she is.” Dabi said, soothing his hand over your head as you continued to groan, your body not allowing you to rest. 

Tomura lifted his head to look at dabi, a small sign of worry written across his features, “I- I don’t know how to do that.” Tomura stated and felt you shiver, turning his head towards you, focusing his attention on you again, moving forward on his knees, causing the water to slosh around the three of you, some of it reaching up to ghost over your stomach. 

“I do.” Dabi stared at Tomura, intent on only wanting to help. Your hand tightened in Tomura’s grasp. Tomura looked down to your form, reaching beneath you to rest both your hands along the curve of your tummy, stroking the taut skin. You groaned deeply and arched your back downwards as the baby began to move, your belly becoming submerged in the water as it nearly became too heavy for you to hold yourself up, the weight and pain of it all almost becoming too much. 

At the sound of your pained cries, Shigaraki made his decision. He looked back up to Dabi the two men nodded in unison, silently assessing where they’d move in perfect synchronicity. Tomura released your hand from yours and your stomach, standing up and stepping over you and replacing Dabi’s original spot and Dabi replaced Tomura’s, water dripped from both mens’ bodies and landed on your back causing you to shiver. Dabi pulled your hips to be vertical in the tub, softly rubbing circles into your skin and hipbones. 

Tomura kneeled down in front of you, picking your chin up with his hands, his artist gloves now soaked through, he pulled away to rip them off with his teeth, throwing the damp pieces of fabric onto the tile floor, bringing his hands back up to your cheeks, kissing you deeply. 

You leaned into the kiss, reaching up with your hand to wrap it around his wrist, pulling away to look at him through hooded eyes. “Tomu, I’m so tired.” a few tears slipped through your lashes and Tomura cupped your face supportively, allowing you to lean into his touch. 

“I know, baby, you’re doing so well.” he looked back at Dabi and nodded as the scarred man began to reach between your folds gently, feeling for the tight ring of muscle within the canal of your body. 

You flinched as his finger hit something sensitive, pulling an apology from his lips, “I know babydoll, I know it hurts, and you’re doing so well, so well.” Dabi praised as he reached farther, finding what he was looking for and widening his eyes at the feeling, “Sweetheart,” Dabi pulled his hand from you gently, noticing the way you gasped and moaned, feeling empty. “Babydoll, how long have you been having contractions?” 

Tomura knew you wouldn't be able to answer that, let alone think cohesively enough to begin counting the hours, so he answered for you. “I woke up around Seven.” Tomura informed him and Dabi’s eyes softened. The clock read: 11:30 AM.

“Sweetgirl, I know it's hard, take some deep breaths okay.” He rubbed his hand along your backside as Tomura had been doing before, an attempt to settle you. 

The three of you sat in the tub for a couple of minutes, the silence and soft sound of water moving ever so often, allowed you to relish in the few minutes of relief your body offered you before you felt a deep and immense pressure drop against your pelvis making your cry out and drop to your forearms, your face almost becoming submerged under the water but Tomura caught you, reaching beneath your armpits with his arms to pull you against his chest, scooting back to edge of the tub and resting you against his chest. 

Dabi followed suit, sitting across front the two of you but opting to rest at the side edge of the tub. His shirt was soaked halfway and his skin itched but the concern he felt for you outweighed his tingling skin. He watched as Tomura rocked the two of you softly as he shushed you. Dabi knew what was about to happen, whether you were ready or not; he was unsure if Tomura knew though. 

Your body offered you a few  or minutes of relief, letting you sink into Tomura’s hold, your head tucked into his shoulder, your legs straddling his lap. Tomura could feel your stomach resting against his own, the tender skin was hard against him and he felt a great sense of pride wash over him - Dabi realized this - He had helped create this being inside you, this life, and you were giving him a child; he could never repay you, he loved so deeply. 

Dabi smiled at the scene before him, Tomura’s hand resting along your stomach and his other wrapped around your back. “You’re gonna be a great Dad.” Dabi stated and looked down between his raised knees, playing around with the water. 

Tomura looked at him and smiled warmly and went to thank him when Dabi continued, “You’re so gentle with her, and you,” Dabi looked up and clicked his tongue, making eye contact with Tomura again, “You’re so patient, and you’re so, so lucky to have her.” Dabi gestured to you and Tomura looked at you in agreement; your eyes were closed and you looked peaceful for the first time in hours.

Tomura turned to Dabi to say something, what? He wasn't sure but the words that he had planned on saying were forgotten when you pushed up against Tomura and groaned deeply, “I need to push.” You cried and moved to sit up more.

“M’kay baby, you do what your body needs you to do, do what feels right.” Tomura nodded his head with yours, catching your eyes in an attempt to comfort you. 

“I need to move.” You stated and grunted through a choked breath, moving backwards off Tomura’s lap. He kept his hands on your arms, steadying you as you moved to whichever position was most comfortable. “Dabi.” You reached behind you with grabby hands, praying he’d aid you in turning your body around. 

“Where do you want me, babydoll?” He came up behind you, placing his hands on your lower back and watched as you shook your head, beginning to twist yourself, your back beginning to face Tomura’s chest. “Whatta you doing, sweetcheeks?” Dabi asked, helping you scoot yourself back into Tomura’s hold again. 

“Hold my legs, please.” You grimaced and leaned back into Tomura’s chest, Tomura lifted one of your legs over the edge of the tub and back towards your chest while Dabi took the other, lifting it over his shoulder.

Tomura ducked his head and kissed your temple - a few moments of silence passed - and he whispered to you,”You push when you need to.” He leaned back and readjusted his grip on your thigh, rubbing small circles on the skin of your leg while his free hand was wrapped beneath your arm and over your belly. 

You nodded and inhaled deeply, preparing yourself. Dabi caught your gaze and his eyes softened, bringing his free hand up to your cheek and rubbing the skin lightly with his knuckles before pulling away and resting his hand against your leg that was hoisted over his shoulder. 

“I’m gonna push.” You stated and Tomura felt his heart rate increase but nodded and pulled your leg back towards you, using his hand on your stomach to push against your skin once you bore down and grunted. “Nghh!” You exclaimed, leaning forward for a couple of seconds before releasing and falling back against Tomura’s chest. Dabi brought his hand up to Tomura’s on your belly, pressing with him in hopes of relieving you of some pressure. 

“Fuuuuuck.” You cried and bore down again, moving your hand beneath the hollow of your knee being held by Tomura, your hand resting over his own. You felt the urge to push again, bearing down you leaned forward and held your breath. 

“Breathe baby.” Dabi said softly, straining his ears to hear any sort of breath coming from you but nothing came. “Babydoll.” Dabi watched you closely and Tomura leaned to the side to get a better look at your expression. 

“Sweetie.” Tomura pulled you back to his chest, forcing you to release and inhale deeply, coughing as you did so. “Relax for me, baby, relax for Tomura.” He rubbed his hand along your tummy. You nodded and took a few more deep breaths before leaning forward again. 

Dabi watched you struggle through the pain, listening to Tomura’s praise and couldn't help but wonder if this is how his mom felt when he was born; was Enji there for her the way Tomura’s been here for you? Suddenly you wailed and began to cry, pulling Dabi away from his thoughts. 

Dabi had a feeling he knew what was happening - and if he was correct, the head was crowning - “I’m gonna check up on you, m’kay babydoll?” He rubbed a circle along the skin of your ankle. 

You closed your eyes and sobbed “Okay.” Your voice wavered and Tomura held you closer. 

Dabi reached down and moved his fingers between your folds to feel around before his fingertips met the round surface of something solid and hard, reaching up he brought Tomura’s hand that had been resting on your stomach to between your legs, maneuvering his fingers to feel the small head that was forcing itself from your body.

Tomura looked up at Dabi with the widest most adoring look he’d ever seen on his leader’s face. Tomura then moved his hand to take yours, gently moving it down to between your legs as Dabi had done with him, 

“Baby, feel.” He cooed and ran his fingers over your own as you smoothed the tips of your fingers over the crowning head. You smiled happily at the touch, forgetting the pain for a second as you relished in the small touch of your baby.

“Oh!” you grimace again as the urge to push rushed over you and Dabi pulled your leg up higher. You Brought your hand up from between your legs and back onto your thigh, Tomura keeping his own hand still touching the head of his child. You grunted and pushed again.

Tomura could feel the head of his child grow closer towards the peak of breaching the hold from your stomach, “You’re almost there y/n, baby, you’re right there.” He encouraged you and you bore down again. 

Dabi reached down to meet Tomura’s hand, “Babydoll, the shoulders are right there, just one more big push for us, yeah?” Dabi smiled, he was excited for you. Excited for Tomura.

You leaned back against Tomura’s chest, panting, before turning your head to look at Tomura, tracing his features with your eyes. He’d matured so much. “Can you feel her?” You looked down at where Tomura’s arm disappeared below the swell of your belly. Neither of you knew the gender, but if anyone asked you, it was definitely a boy. Tomura wanted a girl, but in these last few moments, you considered the possibility of a girl. You liked it. 

“Yeah honey,” He nuzzled your hair and sniffled, kissing your temple softly, “I can feel her.” 

You scrunch your face up as you push again, crying as you give one last push, all the strength you had left pushing the shoulders to breach your body. Dabi quickly placed your leg on the side of the tub, catching the baby and bringing them up to your chest. 

You cried as you held her, holding her close to you as Tomura wrapped his arm around your hold on  her, protecting the two of you in his hold, “You did so good for me.” He praised and kissed the back of your head before moving to lean over your shoulder, looking at his little girl, his two little girls. 

Dabi hopped out of the tub to grab a towel, giving it to Tomura who thanked him and immediately helped you wrap your baby up in it, she’d begun to cry in small little whimpers, reaching for her parents and for warmth. You smiled and looked up at Tomura who smiled proudly at you, kissing you before turning to Dabi, “Thankyou.” You smiled and Tomura nodded at your words. 

Dabi smiled at the two of you. He was happy for you. You were happy. Tomura was happy. Dabi was happy. 

“am i not my brother’s keeper?”

summary | it takes time for dabi to understand you, mostly because he doesn’t know how to ask. he supposes he’ll start with the scar on your back and go from there.

pairing | dabi/touya todoroki x fem!reader

word count | 1,405

warning | very minor/implied angst, minor hurt/comfort, mentions of god/God, reader has an older brother.

a/n | i don’t want to make this too long, so it might end up being a series of drabbles. but honestly, dabi as an older sibling, especially in shoto’s case, affects me so much. he believes he is irredeemable.

but what is the true extent of a sibling's love?

[ 18+ | minors, blank, ageless blogs dni! ]

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It happens on one of those nights after disgusting, earth-shattering sex. The kind that you need to take a shower after. The kind that makes you strip the sheets before you get in the shower. The kind that makes you wonder if God really does see everything.

That’s when Dabi learns a little more about you. 

So far things have been pretty casual, Dabi comes in and out as he pleases, sometimes disappearing for weeks at a time and then staying the night but leaving promptly in the morning, usually before you wake up. 

You still insist on him wearing a condom despite the fact that you’re on birth control and you’re not having sex with anyone else (after you two become exclusive, he’ll reveal he hadn’t slept with anyone since the first time you two kissed).

It’s casual.

When two are tucked back in the sheets, with a candle burning in the corner of the room, Dabi looks at you.

Or, rather, he’s looking at your back. You’re a shitty sleeper and despite how many times he sleeps over, you still tend to sleep diagonally in a king-sized bed, on your stomach, drooling across the pillow.

That’s when he’s able to take stock of your skin when he’s not peeling the clothes off or shoving your face into the mattress to arch your back a little more.

His fingers run over scarred skin and when he pulls back, he sees a long jagged scar running down your back, and then a set of identical smaller ones, light and scattered over your skin.

“What happened here?” he can’t help but ask, his curiosity making him shed the mysterious and disinterested persona he tries to carry in front of you.

Of course, you’re already half asleep, but you still murmur out, “Where?”

Dabi’s fingers dig into the long scar a little bit harder as his mind runs wild. He needs to know who gave you that scar and he can’t explain why he’s already thinking about the repercussions for the person who did. 

He doesn’t know much about your life before you met him. Sometimes you tell him about work or your friends, but never much about your past. He can’t argue about it because he hasn’t told you anything about his own past.

“Here,” he grunts, indicating the scars that litter your skin. They’re all similar shades which must mean you got them at or around the same time, but the sizes vary so greatly he doesn’t know what could’ve happened to you.

“Oh,” you groan, pulling your face out of the pillow to speak a little clearer.

“Got pushed off the roof,” you say casually.

Dabi jerks back and forcefully rolls you over, making you look into his eyes. Your expression is completely bewildered but Dabi’s is hostile.

He spends an extra second looking at your face before gritting out, ”What?”

It takes you a little too long to respond because you’re taking in his face. You usually never get anything more than cool disinterest, or sometimes mild interest, but he’s never been mad around you. So you’ve never got the chance to see the way his eyes narrow, or feel how his hands heat up unintentionally. Now you have the chance to see the hard set of his jaw and flare of his nostrils.

Dabi repeats himself, calling your attention back to the moment, “What happened?”

“My older brother pushed me off the roof,” you answer, still enthralled with Dabi and his face and the way his anger changes even the tone of his voice. But when your answer doesn’t placate him, you’re quickly realizing you need to diffuse the situation.

Bringing your hands up to cup his cheeks, you blow a prolonged stream of air into his face. It startles him enough to make him pull back and shake his head. It cuts the tension in the room and allows you to switch your position, forcing him onto his back while you lay on his chest.

“What’s wrong?” you whisper, eyebrows wrinkled in question.

The momentary lapse doesn’t completely pull Dabi from his emotions and you don’t know why he’s so incensed.

“Why the fuck would he push you off the roof?” Confusion ripples across your face and it only serves to make Dabi more angry. “Stop fuckin’ looking at me like I’m crazy. Your brother tried to kill you!”

Your hands come up and you lock eyes with Dabi, taking a slow breath in and slow breath out. Dabi’s forced to mimic your actions until you stop to speak to him.

“He wasn’t trying to kill me, Dabi. We were up on the roof, when we weren’t supposed to be, just playing around. He was like 10 and I was 8, and he pushed me by accident,” you explain as he listens. “I think he thought I would fly because of my quirk, instead I landed in my mom’s garden and now she blames us for her hydrangeas never growing in that spot.”

“What’d your parents do to him?” 

His question immediately shocks and you try to understand why he would ask that, but you answer anyway.

“Nothing. I told them that I slipped and fell off the roof, and after I got my stitches, they didn’t ask again.”

Dabi waits for the rest, “Then what?”

“That was it. It was an accident, Dabi. He wasn’t trying to hurt me, we were just being dumb. Aside from bringing it up on my birthdays and when I need a favor from him, we don’t really think of it,” you finish. 

When Dabi doesn’t respond, you repeat, “He wasn’t trying to hurt me, we were just kids. We didn’t know any better.”

Moments of silence pass between you both. Dabi’s looking in your eyes, trying to read your body language, searching for signs that you’re lying. You’re trying to figure out why he’s reacting like this. Most of what you say to Dabi comes up with little to no questioning, he’s never reacted so passionately in front of you.

“You don’t,” Dabi clears his throat, looking at you intensely. “You don’t hate him?”

Immediately, you shake your head. “He’s my big brother, I love him.”

“He pushed you off a roof,” Dabi reiterates like you forgot.

“And I broke his favorite action figure. I cut a chunk out of his hair. I accidentally stole the breath out of his body when I developed my quirk,” you volley back, laughing a little. “He’s my brother, I can’t imagine there’s much I wouldn’t forgive him for.”

At your words, Dabi relaxes a little bit. 

Another beat passes.

“What if he did something worse?” Dabi asks, his voice a whisper in the quiet of your room. The candle in the corner flickers a little bit. 

“You want me to get all philosophical on you?” Your words are a joke, but Dabi doesn’t laugh, and he doesn’t say no.

So, you’re serious when you say, “Simply put, yes, he could do something worse and I would forgive him. I would forgive him, as long as he doesn’t go where I cannot follow. He could kill god and it would be fine with me, as long as he doesn’t kill himself. He’s my brother.”

It’s your repetition of that phrase that does Dabi in. It keeps hammering itself inside him. You say it differently every time. 

An explanation, a curse, a vow.

“Is it like that for everyone?” Dabi implores, and you wish you could open up his head. You want to poke around and find out why he needs to know this information, because that’s how he’s asking you. He speaks like he’s investigating something and your answer could crack open a cold case.

You consider him for a moment. “I guess it depends on the relationship. I don’t know if you have older siblings, but it’s like…I was born knowing him, y’know? I watched him grow up and the entire time, I was powerless. I couldn’t stop my dad from screaming at him or my mom from scolding him, but I could love him and I could forgive him. I could protect him in my silence, in my being there.”

You hope that Dabi finds some peace in your answer. 

“I don’t know how to explain it other than—”

“He’s your brother,” Dabi finishes. “That makes him infallible.”

“No, but it makes all his sins venial.”

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MHA BOYS SMAU - they react to you asking them to buy your pads :3

sfw, characters included are bakugo,deku,hawks,dabi/touya, todoroki, kirishima

requests r always open <3