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i cannot stop thinking about shiggy with kids like its BADDDDDDDD

him adopting a little crying kid on the street in raggedy clothes bcs they reminded him of him when he was a kid and making sure nothing could hurt the kid also the league taking care and playing w the kid, toga giving it makeovers even if it's a boy, touya playing w the kid in secret, twice making the kid laugh w how fast he changes, compress doing magic tricks for the kid, spinner and tomura teaching the kid how to play video games I CANT ANY MORE ARGGGGGHHHHHH 😔😔 girk don't transfer the brainrotnto me I alr have too much tenko brainrot😔😔😔

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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touya tag: @moonchild701 @kaldurahms-lover @themultifandomgirl @devilslittlehelper @porusuniverse @ratatellie @katbug37 (hi touya tags idk if u just wanted to be tagged in the smaus or touya-everything so lmk if its just smaus!! <3 ily)

Stuck in the washing machine trope with Stepbrother Bakugou x f!Reader

Tw- SMUT, Stepcest, dubcon in the beginning, Creampie, dumbification, anal play, he's aged up to 19, dirty talk, Heavy degradation and Bakugou is really really mean cause he's Bakugou duh, slight daddy kink, some bad grammar bc it's not proofread. MINORS DNI!!!!

Word count - 2350

A/n - I have no idea how someone can possibly get stuck in a washing machine but just pretend you can😔🙏

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"Katsuki Katsuki! Holy fuck are you deaf or something?! I'm stuck!" you yelled at the top of your lungs as you tried your very best to wiggle yourself out from the washing machine opening. You can't even remember how you got yourself into this fucking mess, you were just trying to look and see if there were any more clothing pieces left behind because you've been noticing a few of your panties have gone missing the past few days and it kept getting worse and worse to the point where you barely have any left to wear, you assumed it's because you accidentally kept leaving them in the washing machine and now somehow your fucking stuck.

Heavy substantial footsteps were heard loudly outside the room before the wooden door went flying open, causing the doorknob to hit against the wall, causing a loud bang, "The fuck do you want, can't you see I'm tryna fucking play?" the annoyed blond growled at you.

"Shut up and get me the fuck out" You yelled annoyed, while kicking your legs back to get his attention.

"Woah some mess you got yourself into, sweetheart" he smirks slyly while analyzing the situation, staring down at your pretty ass poking out of the washing machine, barely even covered by those tight slutty shorts you always wore around the house that never failed to make his cock rock hard.

"Oh please, just shut up and get me out already", you kicked your feet back hoping that he was behind you so it would hit him. "I don't think that's how you speak to someone you're trying to get help from, princess".

You rolled your eyes at the annoying pet names he always calls you every fucking time but you've grown used to it by now but the constant teasing was so fucking annoying. "Listen are you going to help me or not?".

"That depends princess, are you gonna beg me to or not?" you wanted to punch him in the face so fucking badly, imagining the shit-eating grin he definitely has plastered on his face right now. "Your so fucking annoying! No way go to hell!" you yelled.

"Oh yeah? Is that so"

He chuckled as he bent down behind you, eyes fixated on the way the thin material hugged your ass cheeks so tightly and delicious, you're so vulnerable in this position, he could keep you there and pound your slutty little holes for hours and hours if he wants to—which is probably what he's gonna do anyways.

He pressed the pad of his thumb against your damped crotch, rubbing it slowly back and forth as he watched the way your body jolted unexpectedly.

"Wha-what are you doing! You sick fuck??" you screamed as you tried to wiggle your ass away from his hold. "Oh, come on princess, let's have some fun yeah? You might even like it" he teases before tugging down your tiny shorts, just to be greeted with your glistening dripping cunt. A string of your slick connects to the crotch of the shorts before snapping away as he pulls it down to your knee. He groaned as his eyes took in the delicious sight in front of him, "No panties? And your fucking dripping, you probably planned this out and did this purposely just so I can come and see you like this, dirty fucking slut" he lands a harsh slap on your right ass cheek as you closed your eyes in embarrassment when you realized you're basically fucking exposed to him.

"Go to fucking hell you perv" You snapped back at him, "Oh yeah? I'm the perv?, I'm not the one fucking soaked and dripping onto the floor sweetheart". He laughs mockingly.

His dick was painfully hard and eager, straining to be released from his sweatpants, what can a man do? It's not his fault his dumb little stepsister always runs around the house with those tight little booty shorts, ass almost fully exposed, basically begging to be pounded and now he has his chance so why not take it?

He pulls his sweatpants and underwear down, thick perfectly curved dick slaps against his abdomen as pre cum oozes out of the angry red tip, he grips his fist around it before pumping himself a few times while circling your clit with his thumb, "Pretty little cunt you got here princess, been hiding this from me this whole time?"

"S-stop it Katsuki, this is wrong! You're my stepbrother, we can't do this!" you whined, it's so fucking wrong and fucked up and you sure as hell knew that, you just can't help but feel your needy cunt throbbing and yearning for more, it's only natural right?

Before you could even process anything else you felt his angry tip lining up at your entrance, his thick cock head bullying and prying it's way into your weeping tight hole before he shoves it all the way in unexpectedly, knocking the wind out of you as you hissed at the sudden pain.

"Hahh fuckk- Katsuki slow down!" you moaned as he starts thrusting his hard cock in and out of you like it was his mission to bruise and mark up your silky walls with his tip, strong hands gripping onto your waist as he stretches out your poor cunt with his fat girth, splitting that pretty little cunny in half as it drips all over him. "Holy fuckk you're so fucking tight hah- shitt" he hisses as your pussy clenches around him snugly, tightest cunt he ever fucked for sure.

He started pounding you harder, gripping the oversized T-shirt you wore as he rammed himself in the tight warm space between your thighs.

"Stupid little slut, is this what you need to shut that annoying little mouth of yours, my dick pounding this little pussy?" he took a mental note to give you exactly what you wanted when you're acting up and being a little bitchy brat to him. "Sh-ut up katsu-" shit you couldn't even form proper words to even say his fucking name, "You're the fucking worse fuh-ckk" you moaned out of pleasure. You can't even lie his cock was the best you've ever had and it's only been minutes since he started fucking you so that surely says a lot, his tip was grazing against the right spots in your hole, it's like his dick knew all the parts in cunt that would make your eyes roll to the back of your head and he was stretching your stuffy cunt with his cock soo good, it turnt you into a moaning mess.

"Oh yeah I know my cock is good you little slut, Gonna fuck you so stupid with it, you won't ever think about another guy's dick other than your stepbrother's" he smirks as he lands a hard slap on your ripped ass, watching the way the thick flesh jiggles against him, bouncing back against his pelvis as he drills himself so fucking deep inside of you. You're his little glory hole, he can stuff you full and deep of his seed and use your tight pussy for hours and fuck you so dumb that you can't even think for the rest of the week if he wants to.

He circles his thumb over your neglected butthole, the puckered hole fluttering against the pad of his thumb as he notices the way your moans got sweeter and louder at the gesture. He won't be surprised if you're a slut for anal he snooped through your room a shit ton of times looking for your dirty cum-stained panties he uses to jerk off to, to know that you have several jeweled anal plugs hidden away in your drawer.

"Mmm want me to put it in baby?" he teases, adoring the way the pink ring flutters on his thumb, soo eager and hungry to be stuffed and played with, "Ye-yes pleasee!" you hiccupped, purposely winking your hole for him desperately as a form of inviting him. "Heh, how cute" he mumbled before gathering your slick from your clit to rub it on the tiny rim before slowly sinking it in little by little. He groaned as he felt your cunt throbbing around his cock as your hungry asshole swallows his thumb into the hilt.

Heavy balls slapping against your clit as your eyes roll back to the back of your head as if you were possessed or something- or maybe you were, possessed by his fucking cock hitting your favorite spots in your hole that had you seeing stars. His cock was so fucking good, mushroom tip kissing your cervix with every single one of his mean thrusts. "Fuck wish I could play with those pretty tits" he groans, head falling back as he moans, your cunt felt like fucking heaven, so warm and tight just for him.

"Kat-Katsuki m' so close" you moaned as you felt the familiar feeling in your stomach building up, "Yeah? That fast? My cock is that good huh?".

You let out a porn star-worthy moan when you felt his thick thumb sliding in and out of your tight bullied walls, matching the rough brutal pace of the pounding he was giving your poor pussy. He lifts up one of his legs and plants his feet flat on the floor so he can drill deeper into your cunt, "Fuckk yes daddy- don't stop fuck! Please don't stop" you cried out as you felt yourself approaching your release.

He chuckled mockingly, "Daddy huh? You're such a fucking dirty whore ya know that?" he slapped your ass so fucking hard that his handprint was definitely branded on your ass cheek, "Didn't know my dear little stepsis was such a cock-hungry slut, what'd ya think mom would say if she found out her innocent daughter was milking her stepbrother's cock and calling him daddy hm? Always knew you were a whore" he smirks as you whimpered and dripped to his mean words.

He pulled his thumb out of your butthole slowly and then groaned when he saw the delicious little gape he created. He brought his thumb up to his mouth before sucking it, gathering spit onto the finger then circling it around the gaped hole.

"Fuckk would you look at that, she's all prepped and ready for my cock, maybe after I'm done stuffing your cunt, I'll fill this one up too, bet you'll fucking like that", you felt his cock throbbing like crazy in your pussy as he imagined stuffing both of holes with his bitter cum and having you all plugged up n pretty with his seed deep in your asshole and the only thing keeping it in is the princess plug you have hidden away in your drawer- buried deep inside your ass.

You almost screamed when you felt him stabbing his cock into your cunt even harder, strong hands gripping your waist tightly to keep you still as he rams his hips against yours. The friction of his heavy balls slapping your clit made it feel even better as your cunt clenches around his cock, threatening to milk his balls into your pussy. You're not surprised that Bakugou was this good at fucking, after all, he was really fucking sexy and built, of course he had a lot of experience. You cried out when you felt his fingers rubbing harsh harsh circles on your clit, "Come on slut, need ya to cum on my cock, don't make me repeat myself" he grunts, head falling back when he feels your cunny squeezing around his cock soo much fucking tighter. You closed your eyes as you felt your orgasm approaching. His thrust was so fucking brutal, it's like he has some fucking personal problem and is taking it out on your poor cunt.

Before you could process anything else, you were gushing all over his pretty cock, warm liquid squirting all over his abs and pelvis and he continues pounding you through it, he lets out a slurpy moan while laughing, "Fuckk yeah that's it baby that's it, Gooddd girl" he thrusts got sloppier and sloppier when he felt his balls tightening. He didn't expect you to fucking squirt and make a mess all over him so it drove him fucking crazy.

You felt his cock twisting against your tight walls, assuming he was about to cum. Fuck, you felt so lifeless. The only thing holding you up was Katsuki's strong grip on your waist and the washing machine because you can't even think right now, your mind fully fucking clouded with his cock bullying your poor insides, splitting your sweet cunny apart. Fuck he's so mean, you shivered when you felt his fingers digging deep into your waist.

"Fuck m'gonna cum, gonna stuff this slutty cunt so full of my seed, it'll come right out your mouth bitch" he hisses before emptying his balls in your pussy, thick ropes of cum filling up your cumdump of a hole as you cried out when you felt his angry tip pushing the cum further and further into your cunny, making sure to stuff you full and not let any of it leak out or you'd have to lick it up.

He chuckles darkly when he hears you're out of breath whimpers. "Is this what you needed? A good little filling to shut that pretty mouth of yours? Because if it's dick you need to function properly you know where to find me baby" he chuckles, slowly pulling out his still-hard cock, being sooo careful that none of the cum drips out. He lines his tip up at the entrance of your butthole, smearing the cum onto the hole as it winks at him.

"Ready for the other filling?"

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

mha // fic recommendations

note: remember to read the tags! + i do not own any of these works

bakugou katsuki

defiant say it with your hands darling it's better (down where it's wetter) statistically significant how to set fires mr. fixer upper the red of fate meets the blue of twitter verification

shoto todoroki

if i could keep cool break the glass (in case of emergency) something new strawberry scented dreams flare loads of fun mr. tokyo beat hottest hero

dabi / touya todoroki

not a proposal an arsonist's lullaby running errands i'm melting in your eyes, like the first time that i caught fire (just stay with me, lay with me now) it's conditional laundromat

hawks / takami keigo

lay low take it slow birb puns crawl home to me paper cranes little bird no need

eijiro kirishima

the marionettist would you like me to stay forever revenge paws for panic red crush culture in one kiss, you'll know all i haven't said

denki kaminari

body electric streams truth or dare seven minutes of humor in your arms why are you so pretty?

curiosity kills the cat: one shot!

parings: Touya x reader

word count: 1.3k

notes: this was originally gonna be a part in a fanfic I was cooking but i genuinely could not figure out how to write childhood friends with Dabi’s crisped ass.

warnings: none!

summary: Touya always sees kissing in movies, all dramatic and lovey dovey, is it really his fault that he wants to try it on you? just to see how it feels of course!

“this movie fucking sucks.”

“language Touya.”

currently, you were at the treacherous Todoroki household.

Why? You may be asking.

Because you wanted to watch a movie, 27 dresses specifically.

Unfortunately for Touya Todoroki, he’s your only friend to watch the movie with.

now the two of you have been friends since pre-school, kids bullied you- Touya saved you.

you stuck around him after that, much to his dismay.

“Why would you make me watch this garbage.” Touya says harshly.

You huff loudly, “to see if your cold, dark heart had anything in it.”

Touya giggles at your little comment, you liked his laugh.

you wanted to watch this movie for a week, practically begged Touya on your knees for him to even watch it with you.

Touya doesn’t enjoy cheesy rom-coms.

He’s made that quite clear throughout this whole movie.

when the two main characters tried on the dresses he complained.

when they went to the bar together, he complained.

when the characters sang at the bar, he complained then too.

yet when they kissed, Touya didn’t even open his mouth.

“yuck- want me to skip?” You say for Touya’s sake.

He’s quiet for a moment before speaking, “nah, it’s just a kiss.”

“What- you’re suddenly cool with lovey dovey stuff now?” your face is set perplexed.

Touya shrugs, “I see it in TV all the time, why should I care?”

You hum softly, “adults kiss too much.”

Touya hums in agreement, his foot starting to steadily tap.

the movie continues, you catch Touya scoff at one of the movies jokes, he seems to be…actually interested.

but that damn tapping won’t stop.

Doesn’t his leg get tired when he does that?

Finally, at the end of the movie the two main lead get married, and the main actress has her 27 bridesmaids.

cute movie.

“Did you like it Touy?” you ask with excitement bubbling inside your chest.

He responds bluntly, “No- terrible movie.”

“Liar- that was the most I’ve ever seen you pay attention to something!” You point an accusing finger towards him.

Touya swatted your finger away, “I was waiting for the guy to murder the girl.”

“What?!” You retract your finger quickly.

Touya shakes his head as if it were obvious, “He had serial killer vibes..”

You sit there on the couch utterly silent from the words that just came out of Touya’s mouth.

His brows furrow slightly, “What?”

“Nothing, weirdo..”

Touya melts into the couch, picking up the remote and scrolling through the streaming apps choices.

“Any thing else you’d like to watch?”

“Being a gentleman I see?” You hum.

Touya chuckles softly, never responding.

The room is on a comfortable silence for the moment, aside from Touya tapping his foot against the glass table his feet are propped on.

Touya’s foot staggers, “Why do you think adults kiss?”

“Because they like it.” You answer quickly.

Touya shakes his head softly, “yeah but why, why do they like it?”

“Why would I know the answer to that.”

Touya glares at your for a moment, “oh please- your parents basically make out all the time when I’m over.”

“So that means I should know why they like it?” You pick at the fur blanket that was thrown over you prior to starting the movie.

Touya hums a small, “yep” before his foot starts to tap again.

“Didn’t think you were so affected by the kissing scene…” you say under your breath, Touya heard anyway.

“I-I wasn’t affected, I’m just curious on what’s so good about it.” He says quickly, the tapping increasing.

You seriously doubt Touya’s even looking at the tittles on the screen by how fast he’s tapping the remote button.

“Well I wouldn’t know…”

Touya stays quiet for a moment, thinking.

probably about something stupid.

“We could know.”

yep, something stupid.

“What you implying Touya?” You elbow his ribs, making him yelp.

“Ow- I’m saying that…nevermind.” Touya rubs his ribs softly, dropping the remote next to you.

“I mean…you’re just curious right?”

Touya looks up at you, the tapping gets faster.

“Yeah- Why…?”

You pick up the remote, looking it over to act like your doing anything else other that what your about to do.

“We could- do it..” you say quiet and soft.

Touya doesn’t respond, the tapping stopped at least.

suddenly, Touya grabs the remote from your hand- setting it aside.

“We could.”

Great, now you’re forced to look at your best friend.

“Yeah?” You say barely loud enough for Touya to pick up.

Touya nods, his foot starting to steadily tap again.

You cup Touya’s face with your hands- oh gosh are you really doing this?

Touya places his hands on your lap, truthfully he has no clue where to put them.

the taps get faster.

You and Touya look at each-other for a moment, just to make sure you don’t absolutely ruin your friendship.

More like a “you really wanna do this?” stare.

but hey, you were curious.

so was Touya.

1 + 1 = 2.

Two kissing more specifically.

“Jus’ do it already..” Touya says quietly, his face growing red.

You press your lips to Touya’s, it was..nice? soft? kinda gross.

Touya’s lips were quite soft actually, he’d wear chap stick like he’d wear clothes though- he hated dry lips.

Touya’s hand steadily went to your cheeks as well, only difference was his were a lot warmer.

At some point, Touya’s tapping stopped.

you a Touya didn’t though, it’s normal for friends to experience things together- how is a kiss any different?

Your cheeks felt so warm.

wait no- that’s Touya’s quirk.

You starting patting Touya’s thigh as a signal to chill out.

And he got the memo, only after a minute.

You and Touya were only slightly out of breath- you might have 1st degree burns on your cheeks though.

“M’sorry…?” Touya says with his dumb cracky voice.

“you burned my cheeks.” You say curtly.

Touya groans, “I didn’t know I activated my quirk!”

“I’m never kissing you again.” Your tone gets slightly aggressive.

Touy burned your precious face though- so he deserves it.

“I said I didn’t-“

A sudden laughter breaks through Touya’s speak, one that didn’t belong to him.

You whip your head to the door way only to see Touya’s siblings, Natsuo and Fuyumi.

Natsuo is holding onto his stomach, dying with laughter while Fuyumi looks mildly disappointed- more like embarrassed.

“Touya-nii…” Fuyumi says softly.

Touya’s face goes completely red, even reaching his ears.

“You didn’t see a thing.” Touya says sternly.

Natsuo laughs more as he grabs Fuyumi, “dude we saw everything!”

Fuyumi covers her face and Natsuo starts to re-create the scene.

“Oh-la-la! Y/N please kiss me I’m so desperate!” Natsuo says through his giggles.

You can see steam coming from Touya as he jumps over the couch to get to Natsuo.

Natsuo sees this and starts to book it.

So now you have a wild Touya and a trouble making Natsuo in the house.

Fuyumi looks at you, then runs to her room- poor girl doesn’t even wanna face you.

how are family dinners your invited to supposed to go now?

curiosity kills the cat you suppose.

and you are the cat in this situation.

EP:

“Mrs. Rei, this is absolutely delicious!” You say while crunching down on whatever Touya’s mother made for the night.

Touya hums in agreement, basically halfway through his second plate.

Natsuo chuckles before speaking, “maybe you should ask her for some cooking lessons Y/N- mom’s experienced.”

Rei smiles softly, “thank you, Natsuo.”

Natsuo immediately gains the most devious smile you’ve ever seen in your entire life.

“Maybe some kissing lessons as well, since you and Touya like that too.”

Immediately silence hits the table.

Touya immediately slams his blow onto the table.

Natsuo runs for his life down the hallway as Touya almost jumps over the table to catch him.

As soon as the boys leave the room your met with a stone faced Rei.

you clear your throat.

“Fuyumi can vouch for me, me and Touya would never do something so sinful!”

Rei chuckles softly, “Fuyumi told me when I came home…”

You whip your head to Fuyumi as she takes her leave, doesn’t wanna face your wrath.

you look towards rei again, sweating bullets as you hear Natsuo screaming bloody murder from two rooms over.

“w-we we’re just curious!”

AN: yall need smth after whatever the hell that episode was😭

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No Regrets (Hawks x reader)

!femreeader x hawks when your best friend shows up after a near death experience, claiming he couldn't leave this world with regrets; so, he fucks you stupid. WARNINGS/TAGS: swearing, NSFW, smut, p in v, creampie, hawks tops in this one, oral (f receiving) mentioned, squirting, hickies, idk man I just want hawks so bad, kind of straight into smut less plot A/N: my entire tik tok fyp has been hawks edits, so this is the result. it took me forever to decide if I wanted him to be a top or a bottom in this one, but I'm all for pillow princesses so he's a top in my mind ◦ ◡ ◠ I need to write more hawks, but maaaaybe aizawa or dabi next? word count: 1,903

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you and Keigo had been friends for quite awhile, even before you left the public safety commission, so it was no surprise when he showed up on your balcony, knocking on the window. but this time, he was banging on it urgently.

“where’s the fire?” you teased with a smirk as you slid the door open. he didn’t respond, instead stepping past you into your studio apartment in a rush. “whoa, what crawled up your pants?”

“don’t.” his voice was low, deeper than you’d ever had aimed at you, as he paced around your room, his wings fluttering restlessly.

“you’re starting to freak me out Kei. what’s going on?” you reached for his shoulder, hoping to calm him down, but he grabbed your wrist tightly.

“I need to tell you something, doll. a secret, of sorts.” finally, he met your gaze, and you shivered at the intensity in his darkened eyes. what the hell has happened?

“okay, I’m listening.”

Keigo sighed and released your wrist, resuming his pacing. “you know how we’ve been friends for years now.” you nodded. “well, there’s something that I can’t seem to get off my mind.”

“and that is?”

“you.” he looked at you again, and you would have laughed at his joke had his face not been so serious. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”

your heart began to pound rapidly as you tried to decipher his meaning. “what… what are you saying?”

Keigo stepped closer to you, his wings shuddering in response when his hand came up to cup your cheek. “I’m saying… I’m saying that I had a close call today. too close. and I knew that if it was my time, I’d be leaving this world without doing the one thing I’ve been wanting to.”

before you could even attempt to respond, to ask what had happened, Keigo’s face started to lower closer to yours. his breathing felt strained as his breath warmed your cheeks and you realized you’d stopped breathing.

“I don’t want to ever leave with regrets.” he whispered, his lips now inches from yours. 

as you realized what was about to happen, your palms began to sweat. you’d thought about this happening many times before since you’d met the cocky bastard who’d worked his way into your heart. but you’d always shoved those ideas down in the name of friendship.

hero work meant the next day might not be guaranteed, everyone knew that. you’d made your peace with it when you started working for the commission – but ever since meeting Keigo, you wanted a million tomorrows.

“then, make it count.” you finally responded to him with a shaky voice. when you gave him the go-ahead, the darkness in his eyes lit up with hope.

in one fluid motion, he closed the gap, his lips meeting yours with a rough urgency. it was passionate, and as the kiss deepened it ignited a spark that sent warmth coursing through your veins. his hands cradled your face, his wings wrapping around you as he pulled you flush against him.

but it didn’t stop there. no – the both of you were desperate for more, every thought and feeling that you’d both had coming to fruition in this moment. Keigo guided you backward until your legs hit your bed, falling backward onto the blankets underneath him. 

“Kei…” you whimpered under his touch, becoming a puddle of mush as his hand explored you. 

“tell me you don’t want this.” he said under his breath, his voice straining with the amount of strength it was taking him to hold back from ripping your clothes off with his teeth.

“I want you.” you answered before rolling your hips upwards into his. he groaned at the contact against his hard-on hiding in his pants, eyes rolling back slightly at the feeling. “I need you, Keigo Takami.”

and with that, the last bit of strength holding himself back snapped under the weight of your words. his lips crashed into yours again, pulling out your bottom lip with his teeth as he started to literally rip your clothes off. 

you heard the first rip of your top, the fabric being thrown to the side by his hands. ah, you’d get another shirt. then, his hands feverishly worked to undo the buttons of your jeans, leaning back to slide them down your legs and discarding them on the floor.

“s’ pretty. been thinking ‘bout this for years, doll.” Keigo hummed into your thighs as he placed soft kisses on your skin before removing his clothing in a flash. it was like you’d taken a long blink, and then he was standing naked and proud in front of you.

you’d always imagined what his cock might look like, once teasing him by saying he probably had feathers for pubes, but whatever you’d concocted in your mind wasn’t even close. it was larger than you’d anticipated, with short, blonde hair curled at the base. 

and to drive you even crazier, his tip was already leaking with precum.

“I’m sorry I told you your dick was small.” you giggled, your cheeks flushing pink as you remembered the insult you’d thrown at him after a tough mission. 

Keigo smirked at you with a raise brow, crossing his arms over his chest as if he was proud. “yeah, I knew you’d regret that one day. now, let me prove you wrong.”

he crawled back over top of you, his fingers dipping between your legs and humming in delight when he found you already wet for him. you hissed as he circled your clit, deliciously slow and teasing, before pushing two fingers inside of you.

“fuck you’re already dripping me for, aren’t you doll.” Keigo purred as he curled his fingers, prodding at your slick walls to find your gummy g-spot. “can’t wait t’ feel it for myself.”

through your labored breathing, you panted out, “what are you waiting for then?” 

“hm, so impatient.” he grinned wickedly as he pulled his fingers from your pussy before putting them in his mouth to lick up your juices. “taste ‘s good, gonna have to try it later.”

“later.” you snapped as you attempted to hook your legs behind him, only being met with his hands pushing your knees apart in a spread.

“gonna fuck you stupid first, is that alright?” you nodded as you watched his weeping tip line up with your entrance, rubbing up and down to tease your clit. “gonna fill you up s’ good.”

“please, Kei, just fuck me already.” you whined as your hips bucked to try and meet his.

“if you say so.” he wasted no time once he pushed his tip in, driving hard into you to stretch your walls around his throbbing dick and bottoming out immediately, both of you moaning out in pleasure.

“ah – fuck – I take back what I said about your dick size.” you squealed as his tip nudged your cervix, your gummy walls struggling to mold around him without pain. “you’re really fucking big.”

“and you’re really fucking tight.” Keigo groaned before dipping his head into your neck. his hands pressed into the backs of your knees, pushing them up in your chest to fold you in half while he began thrusting his hips slowly. 

“how have we not done this before?” with every thrust, you were seeing stars shooting across your vision. as he bullied your cervix you couldn’t help but dig your fingernails into his back with every nudge. 

“someone – mph – was playing hard to get.” he bit your neck lightly, sucking the skin between his teeth to mark you. “now, you’re gonna be mine. is that okay, doll?”

“abso-fucking-lutely.” you managed to respond before all words were lost on you when he delivered a mean slam of his hips into you. “ah fuck Keigo!”

“that’s it, take my cock. y’ already milking me for everything I’ve got.” 

sweat began to drip down your temple as he fucked you rougher with every drive of his cock. your poor neighbors were probably hearing every lewd wet smack of his balls against your ass and every moan the two of you shared. Keigo was driving you to the brink of insanity, and fucking you stupid just as he said.

before your orgasm got too close, he gripped your hips and flipped you over onto your stomach, pulling your back flush against his chest as he continued to thrust into you. his teeth raked over the skin of your shoulder, biting and kissing marks there to match the one he left on your neck.

you were pretty sure his cock was going to bruise your cervix in this position as you moaned with a mix of pain and white-hot pleasure. he was so much deeper this way, taking every inch that you could give to him. 

you’re so lost in the pleasure at the point that you don’t even realize his thrusts are getting sloppier as he reached down to rub circles around your clit. “Keigo, ‘m gonna – hah- I’m gonna come.” you panted breathlessly, your eyes already screwed shut at the tightness wound in your abdomen. “you’re gonna make me come.”

“that’s right, come all over my dick pretty girl. lemme – fuck you’re getting tighter - lemme feel you.” Keigo ground out into your neck, his fingers working faster on your sensitive nub. with every pinch he delivered to your apex, you were losing every thought in your mind. 

just as your orgasm began, Keigo pulled you up off of him just slightly, his tip teasing your hole as he rubbed at your clit brutally quick, sending you skyrocketing into your release. “fuck!” you yelled out as your entire body tensed up, and you could hear your fluid squirt out of you as you came. you dumbly rubbed your pussy against the tip of his cock to ride out your high, already feeling the mess dripping down your thighs.

“s’ fucking good for me, squirted all over me you wicked thing.” Keigo gasped before driving his cock into you again, this time finding his own release within your warm, wet walls milking every ounce of cum from his tip as he painted them white. “fuck I’m filling you up.”

as Keigo rode out his orgasm, his hands gripped your hips hard enough you were sure they’d bruise as he slammed into you until overstimulation began to take over. finally, when he deemed himself satisfied, he pulled out to lean back and watch his cum drip from your cunt.

“god this is fucking sexy.” he panted as he pushed two fingers inside of you to shove his cum back in, sending a warm shiver through your body as you collapsed down onto the bed. 

you’d thought you were spent, your orgasm leaving your body wracked and numb, but when his fingers continued to push in and out of you, you knew he wasn’t done yet.

“wanna taste me now?” you teased, and he grinned wickedly at you. you took that as a yes before he dipped his face between your legs.

you lost count of how many orgasms you’d had, both from him devouring you and fucking you all over again, as you lay on your back to watch his feathers floating in the air above your bed. 

no regrets, right? you’d told each other that before passing out, still drenched in sweat and naked, in each other’s arms.

no regrets.

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Link to Kirishima x reader here (word count: 902)

Link to Shoto x reader pt. 1 here (word count: 1,800)

Link to Kaminari x reader pt.1 here (word count: 2,680)

Link to Bakugo x reader here (word count: 2,328)

Tears in my togachaco eyes ,,,

Dabis the type of boyfriend that's shameless about the bathroom. He'll follow you into the bathroom if he's talking to you or when feeling particularly clingy, which is fine if your doing your makeup or any type of care routine cuz if you ask all nicely he'll help you with whatever you're doing weather it be helping with your eyeliner or fixing your hair for you but the fucker also barges in while you're taking a shit just to annoy you or to "wash his hands" like he cant do that in the Kitchen -_- Fucking shameless.

Or when he walks in on you taking a shower, you always freak out a little when you notice him and he's all 'fuckin chill its me, anyway shigaraki's bein a pain in the ass-' and hell just sit on the toilet and rant at you like you're not butt ass naked not three feet from him trying to set soap out of your eyes cuz he distracted you.

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.

reblogs + interactions are very appreciated!

𝒹𝒶𝒷𝒾'𝓈 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓉.

synopsis; dabi as a father - who knew he was such a family guy?

You click the small white circle towards the bottom of your phone for just about the hundredth time, angling your phone over Dabi as he slept soundly - the white haired baby on his chest peering up at you with a gummy smile

You giggle, pocketing your phone as you reach your hand forward to ruffle your little baby boy's unruly white hair while dabi shifts in his sleep, mumbling your name before he goes slack again

"He's tired, hm?" You hum, carefully lifting the baby off of his broad chest as you lay yourself on the couch beside Dabi, pushing your baby's hair from his forehead as an adorable pair of eyes stared back at you

"We really need to cut your hair." You huff, pushing back yet another stray strand out of the baby's eyes as he babbles something - staring at his dad with a chubby, outstretched hand

Dabi's eyes flutter open - and his hands instinctively reach towards his chest which felt entirely too light - but his eyes catch onto your smiling figure as he slowly turns to you with a lazy grin

"Punk woke up before me, huh?"

As if in response to his words, the little baby in your arms lets out a gurgle of excitement with twinkling eyes - crawling towards his father as Dabi outstretches his arms to welcome him into his embrace

He nestles right onto Dabi's chest, and soon enough - you too are curling yourself against his bare skin with a content sigh, smiling when you see Dabi already looking at you

"Want another one?"

Your smile falters in surprise as you attempt to form a coherent response - sputtering out a quiet huh?! as Dabi laughs loudly

"What? He's pretty cute. Look at him chewing on my shirt - we can get another one to chew on yours so it's fair." He says casually, pulling back your son's cheeks gently from his tattered shirt at the little boy whines - latching his gummy teeth back onto Dabi's shirt the second he looks away and turns towards you

"Or maybe they'll both chew on your shirt." You mumble, huffing in embarrassment from Dabi's previous comment.

How long have you and Dabi been together? Years. Even after all this time, he can still leave you blushing wildly with his shamelessly flirtatious comments.

Dabi grins a lopsided smile, peering down at the sleepy baby on his chest as he tilts his head, staring down into the little boy's eyes

They were a pair of eyes he once hated, they reminded him entirely of his father and reflection in the mirror - oh the nights he'd spent begging silently for his baby to have your wonderful eyes. But things had changed quickly. Now, he lived to see those cerulean eyes crinkle with life and laughter. It was such a sight to see.

"He's teething. We gotta get him some sort of a chew toy I think." You say quietly, and Dabi scoffs

"Like a dog?" He smirks - and you glare at him, gently slapping his chest while trying to keep yourself from smiling

"No dumbass, like - well, I don't know." You suddenly say, a tinge of frustration clear in your tone as you look at the baby who peers back cluelessly - it's hard not to smile when he reaches forward and starts playing with your hair

"Hey...come on now, we'll figure this out." He says determined, ruffling the little boy's hair with a sharp grin "It's my baby boy, he'll be fine. Matter of fact - he'll be the best. You and me as his ma and pop? Oh, bless his soul." He teases, gently tugging on your hair in the same manner the little boy in his lap did - and you squirm with a laugh when he moves his palm further back, cradling your head and pulling on the strands with an oddly loving look in his eyes

"Ok, ok! He can barely walk - you really think he's all that though, huh?" You giggle, nudging your son's chubby cheek with a curled knuckle as Dabi rolls his eyes with a small smile, tracing circles lightly on your hip as he shrugs

"He could totally kick my ass."

"He can't even talk!"

"Sure he can! Say dad." Dabi commands, looking down at the little boy as he babbles something curiously - looking between you and Dabi with wide eyes

You giggle quietly, watching Dabi trying to get the baby to say dad over and over again - his confidence in the little baby never once diminished. Over the next couple of days, you'd catch him trying to get your son to say the word 'dad' far too many times.

You'd tease him relentlessly for it - but he'd bounce back with a cocky response, defending the white haired baby perched on his hip as he huffed and pouted.

You should've taken Dabi's stubbornness into account - his relentless nature was fueled by his determination, and your baby seemed to fall victim to this fact.

It's only a few weeks later when you're laying with Dabi in bed after putting your son down for a nap when you hear a quiet cry from his nursery - you lift your head off of his chest, but he pushed you back down gently

"I got it - go back to sleep."

After mumbling a response, you sink into the pillow and prepare to fall asleep - but Dabi's thunderous footsteps sound through the hall, and you quickly sit up in bed with confusion when you hear him yelling

"He said it! Say it again, you punk! Say it say it!"

"Dadda" the little boy gurgles, and your eyes shine with excitement as you immediately leap out of bed, running over and enveloping the pair in a hug

"Your daddy just wouldn't leave you alone, hm?!" You squeal, your son's very first words echoing through your mind as your lips pull into a toothy grin

Dabi puffs out his chest proudly - and the look of pure fulfillment on his face has you smiling harder.

His own little family - he'd finally felt the love of a real home.

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.

WHERE LOVE LIVES

big bro touya & little snotty brother shouto, noncanon verse where rei got the kids the fuck out of that house!!!! slightly suggestive at first but shouto is a cockblock, i love u todobros, part 2?

Against the creaks of the floorboards and the buzz of the streetlights outside, the Todoroki household is relatively calm. 

It’s barely the beginning of summer. Though it’s rather late, the sun only set a mere hour ago and the humidity in the air still holds up, even without the harsh rays marinating the sky. 

The Todoroki house itself is on the smaller side, especially for a family as large as they are. Filled to the brim with trinkets and out of place belongings, there’s not much wiggle room for architectural design or things that aren’t deemed necessities. 

But it’s well-loved, by a gentle mother and her four rowdy children. There are scratches on the floor from Shouto’s scooter that’s meant to be used only outdoors, and a chip in the beige paint from where Natsuo pushed Touya into the wall. Fuyumi’s work sneakers carefully sit beside the front door’s welcome mat. It’s a house and a home. 

With Touya’s mother out for the night, the eldest son was left in charge of the house—and with that, his siblings. When your boyfriend charmingly invited you to spend the night at his place, he might’ve left out that tiny detail. 

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“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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✩₊˚.⋆ DISTRACTIONS ! - dabi/toua todoroki / 10.03 / kinktober

CW: exhibitionism, teasing, dabi being stubborn, fingering, stimulation, "public" sex, shigaraki finding it entertaining, female anatomy, she/her used, petnames, they're trying to not get caught, modern au where the lov are roommates

Word Count: 1.8k

Author's Note: hey guys! welcome to the second kinktober post of october! i hope you enjoy reading. ily all sm. leave a like or reblog to show support!

dabi sat on the couch, completely absorbed in the movie playing on the screen. his eyes were glued to the action, barely blinking as the plot unfolded. y/n, however, wasn’t nearly as interested. she leaned into him, feeling the warmth of his body against hers, her mind wandering as the minutes ticked by.

she glanced at dabi, his sharp features bathed in the soft light from the tv. he seemed so engrossed, almost oblivious to her presence, his hand resting lazily on her thigh. smiling to herself, she shifted closer, her lips brushing against his neck in a gentle, teasing kiss.

he hummed from her touch, still focused on the movie, but y/n wasn’t about to give up that easily. she kissed him again, a little slower this time, her breath warm against his skin. dabi’s jaw clenched slightly, but he kept his eyes forward. she smiled to herself knowing exactly what she was doing, and let her lips trail lower, nipping lightly at his collarbone.

"you’re gonna make me miss the best part," he muttered, voice low, though he didn’t sound too convincing.

y/n laughed softly. "like you care," she whispered, her hand sliding up his chest as she continued to kiss him. he finally turned his head toward her, eyes darkening as he shifted his focus from the screen to her. "you’re a distraction, you know that?" he said, though the small smirk tugging at his lips betrayed him.

"good," y/n replied, her lips brushing against his again, this time catching his mouth. dabi responded instantly, his hand tightening on her thigh as he kissed her back, any attention on the movie long forgotten.

before long, the movie was just background noise, and their kisses grew more intense. y/n climbed into his lap, the soft hum of the tv forgotten as they lost themselves in each other. dabi’s hands roamed up her sides, pulling her closer as they sank deeper into the couch. "the others will be back soon, you know?"

"mhm, but you started this so don't go rushing now." he muttered against her lips. just as y/n leaned in to kiss him again, they heard the unmistakable sound of a car pulling into the driveway.

y/n froze, her lips barely an inch from his, her breath caught in her throat. "they're back," she whispered, eyes wide.

dabi didn’t seem the least bit concerned. instead, he let out a low chuckle, his hands still firmly on her hips. "yeah, and? we still have a couple of minutes." his lips curled into that familiar, cocky smirk.

y/n tried to sit up, but dabi held her in place, refusing to let her go so easily. "touya—" she started, but he cut her off, raising an eyebrow.

"you really think i'm just gonna stop because of a car?" he asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "let 'em walk in. maybe they'll get some pointers." he shrugged. y/n’s mouth dropped open, a mixture of disbelief and amusement crossing her face. "you’re impossible," she muttered, shaking her head as she tried to read whether or not he was being serious.

he shrugged, clearly unbothered. "what can i say? i’m a man of commitment. we finish what we start." he let himself crack a smile and y/n rolled her eyes, though she couldn’t help but feel a small thrill. "you’re going to get us caught."

"you say that like it’s a bad thing." his smirk only grew wider, his hand sliding up her back as if daring her to keep going. "besides, i doubt they’ll walk in right away. they're probably going to be busy unpacking their precious groceries in the kitchen first."

y/n glanced toward the kitchen that openly connected to the living room, nerves and excitement twisting in her stomach. it only heightened when he unpinned her bottoms. "touya. no." she said, holding his wrist to stop his movements. "yes. you have a problem to fix…that you also caused." he defended, slightly moving his hips and y/n felt the aftermath of their kiss growing between his legs. "later, touya. jokes aside this is actually crazy." she huffed.

he shrugged and gave her a smile. "okay." he said simply. that made y/n feel even worse. such a plain and simple answer with no reluctance at all. he spun her around on his lap, having her now sit between his slightly spread thighs and her back against his chest. the sound of distant footsteps could be heard, and y/n noticed when he reached for the nearby throw-blanket.

he covered both he and y/n's lower half before his hand rested beneath the waistband of her bottoms, completely still. y/n knew that lack of motion wouldn't last for long given his tone that held some malicious intent. "since you want to be distracting, i can do the same."

before y/n could speak, his hands trailed down inside of her bottoms. "we're back!" twice said, entering the livingroom with compress and shigaraki in tow. y/n gave them a nod of acknowledgement while dabi remained silent, eyes focused on the tv. they each took seats around the living room and y/n physically cringed when the unoccupied space beside she and dabi was taken by none other than shigaraki himself.

"what movie you guys watching?" shigaraki asked, pulling his phone out from his pocket. clearly he wasn't interested in it since he shifted his gaze to the brightened screen of the device.

"s-some horror film that just came out a f-few days ago." she managed to say. dabi was trailing his fingers up and down her clothed sex and the sensation was so unbearable. the fact that the other three of their friends were in the room, just a few feet, even inches away form them made her hyper-aware of everything that made contact with her. his fingers trailing her sex, his hardened length pressed against her lower back, the way his lips were just a few centimeters from the shell of her ear.

shigaraki hummed at that and silence fell over them. twice was quietly conversing with compress, the sound of the movie slightly overshadowing the details of it. under the blanket, dabi’s fingers gave up on the teasing motions and instead, shifted the fabric to the side completely before gathering the slick that leaked from her sex. y/n gripped dabi’s forearm, desperately trying to slow his movements, but it was no use. if she fought with anymore effort, curious eyes were bound to figure out what was going on beneath the blanket.

his digits made slow side to side motions and crescent shaped indents were being pressed into dabi's skin by y/n's nails. the tingling pain of these didn't put him off at all. infact, it only drove him more. he wanted to see how much y/n could take given her determination of trying to not let their friends find out just what exactly they were doing. his slowed movements sped up and she bit down on her bottom lip so hard that a metallic taste coated her pallet.

she gripped his wrist tightly and he stopped his movements for just a second, his middle finger tapping against her bud in a slow pattern, each time making her body jolt just the slightest. "do you like this movie, pretty?" he questioned, a singular circular motion was given to her sensitive bud.

she shook her head and he let out a small laugh that was felt against her ear. "want me to change it?" shigaraki questioned as he caught onto a small detail of their conversation. "no, its fine….tomura-" she interrupted herself by masking a whimper with a small sound of her clearing her throat.

dabi’s fingers continued against her and y/n could feel shigaraki's gaze on her. it took quite some time to leave, and dabi let out an amused huff when he did. "you doing okay, angel?" he questioned, fingers now prodding her entrance. they were inserted immediately as she spoke a response, her voice slightly falling into a breathy sigh.

"f-fine. just shut up and wa—watch…the movie."

"so bossy." he muttered, making y/n sink her nails into his arm even further. he let out a soft and drawn out hum at that and y/n figured that it wasn't doing her any good. "fucking masochist.." she muttered underneath her breath. "mhm." he hummed, his prodding fingers speeding up their motions.

she tightened her thighes around his wrist but dabi was still able to keep up the pace. the same pace that was beginning to drive her mad. her chest heaved and her breathing picked up drastically, but she tried to keep down the amplifying sounds. she hated dabi for this. she hated how he couldn’t have just waited til later on in the night when they could be alone, she hated how he would force her to speak at any given chance just to make her stumble over her words with his touch, she hated how despite everything she did, he still had control over her body in a way she couldn't explain, and most of all, she hated how good it made her feel.

how the excitement and chance of risks only made her feel all the more aroused. how the slick that leaked from her sex only continued to dampen the fabric of dabi's pants beneath her. she was beyond needy and dabi knew this. her words told a completely different story than her body language and right now, he planned on entertaining the one that would make this night a bit more fun.

a jump scare appeared on the tv, and y/n let out a small whimper just as it happened. shigaraki's head shot up and he immediately eyes the two sitting next to him. dabi lazily met the gaze of the white haired individual and barley visible smug smile was on his lips. he pulled his fingers from her hole, using her arousal to massage circles against the sensitive bud. dabi blinked away from shigaraki and leaned up to y/n's ear as his motions quickened.

"think you might've blown your cover, angel." he smiled, the grin on his lips only widening when she leaned back into his chest even more, her legs shaking and tightening around dabi's hand. she covered her mouth, the sound of a strained moan being quiet but not quiet enough to go undiscovered by shigaraki.

his gaze lowered at dabi who was now only focused on the tv, suddenly invested in the movie. almost as if he didn't just push y/n over the edge, her climax still coursing through her body as time passed.

"you're sick, dabi." shigaraki's voice was rough, but y/n's was able to make out his words, a wave of embarrassment washing over her. "i'm aware." he smiled, pulling his hand out from y/n's bottoms and the blanket before his middle finger, coated with y/n's slick made contact with his tongue.

y/n sat up properly, steadying her breathing as she was unaware of dabi’s actions behind her. "but doesn't that make you sick as well given the fact that you enjoyed watching?"

dabi’s gazed flickered down to shigaraki's tented lap and he rolled his eyes at him, a glare forming in his gaze. dabi let out a small laugh before standing which forced y/n to stand as well.

"enjoy the rest of the movie, shigs."

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[ WARNINGS ] This fic contains anime/manga spoilers, angst, and eventual smut! (18+ only)

Summary: What starts out as a fun night at the bar with your friends, ends with you questioning your sanity when you encounter pro heroes and villains from the My Hero Academia universe! You love Hawks and Dabi as characters, but what will happen when you start getting to know them as real people? Who else will you encounter along the way? And, perhaps the most important question: will you be able to carve out a place for yourself in this fictional world?

Shit like this doesn’t happen.

It just doesn’t fucking happen.

A few minutes ago, you’d been sitting in a crowded bar, surrounded by the familiar faces of your peers and the smell of cheap beer, whereas now…

Well, you were fairly certain that you were in the middle of having your first nervous breakdown. That seemed like the only logical explanation for why you were currently kneeling on the ground on a warm, summer evening, with gravel biting into your skin, looking up into the faces of two of the most beautiful men whom you had ever seen in your entire twenty-something years on this earth.

They’ve got to be cosplayers.

Your mind was racing, and your heart was beating erratically inside your chest.

Like, incredibly talented cosplayers...

But if that were truly the case, then why did Hawks seem capable of spreading his massive wings with such ease? You can feel the blood slowly draining from your face as you watch him ruffle his vibrant feathers, just like a real bird.

He was gorgeous, with his wind-tossed blonde hair and golden eyes. He was even wearing the exact same uniform that he always wore in the manga, and his color scheme was on par with the damn anime, right down to the yellow detailing on the front of his shirt, (or was it a leotard, as some fanfiction writers suggested?)

Everything about Hawks was warm and welcoming, whereas his companion’s hostility was palpable. Dabi was devilishly handsome but, regardless of whether you were crazy or not, you certainly weren’t naïve enough to lower your guard around him. His cerulean eyes seem to pierce your very soul as he glowers at you.

Maybe I hit my head when I fell…or someone could have roofied my drink...

“You lost, toots?” The villain sneers.

Yeah.

You were fucking lost, alright.

“I—I, um…”

“Come on, spit it out.”

“Go easy on her, Dabs. She looks terrified. Miss, are you okay?”

Dabi rolls his eyes, “Ever the ladies’ man. C’mon, let’s go.”

“And you’re an idiot.” Hawks hisses under his breath, “Whoever she is, now she’s seen the two of us together. That’s not exactly great for my image.”

“She’s drunk! She can’t even walk. She ain’t gonna remember shit come tomorrow.”

“Yeah, well, that’s not a risk I’m willing to take.”

Imagine what Keigo would do if I started prattling off his entire backstory…because he’s a fictional character and I know everything that there is to know about him.

You could have laughed at how absurd this all seemed.

“She looks like she’s about to hurl.”

“Hey, miss, do you think you can stand up?”

Hawks slowly crouches down beside you, getting so close that you’re able to see the individual hairs on his chin, where he had his neatly trimmed scruff, and you can smell his cologne; something woodsy, like cedarwood mixed with vanilla.

You aren’t expecting his hand to feel so warm and real when he places it on your shoulder. The sudden contact causes you to flinch away from him.

“She’s looking at me like I’ve got six heads.” He mutters.

“She’s probably fucked up on drugs.”

You start nodding like a fool, “Y-yeah, that’s it. I think someone slipped me something…I think I might be hallucinating…” You didn’t feel high, but then again, you’d never been so intoxicated that you bumped into a couple of living, breathing, anime characters before.

“I can bring you to the hospital. Or, if you tell me where you live, I can fly you home.”

Fly. Right, because who needs an uber when you can fucking fly?

“Why should she tell you where she lives, bird brain? For all she knows, you’re gonna take her home and rape her or some shit.”

“Would you shut up? I’m a hero, remember? Everyone knows who I am, and I’d never do something like that.”

Dabi scoffs, “She doesn’t look like she knows who she is.”

You honestly didn’t, not anymore.

This moment should have been amazing. You should have been enthralled by these two men, who had been the objects of your desire for so long, yet you could barely bring yourself to continue gawking at them.

Somewhere, in the time it had taken you to leave the bar and make a wrong turn into this alley, you’d tripped and fallen down a rabbit hole, only, there were no Cheshire cats or Madhatter’s running around—only Touya Todoroki and Keigo fucking Takami! There hadn’t even been a tornado or some crazy transition scene. You had just turned the corner and bam, there they were, in all their fictional glory.

Although you were never easily moved to tears, you can feel your eyes starting to water as you look down at the ground.

“Hey, don’t worry, everything is going to be fine.” Hawks sounded so sure of himself. He even gives your shoulder a gentle squeeze, reminding you that he was made of solid matter, and not just some figment of your wild imagination.

“I know.” You sniffle, “I’m okay, really. Thanks.” You flash him a weak smile.

“Tell me your address and I promise I’ll get you home safe.”

Wait, was he seriously going to pick you up and carry you away into the night sky? Like a scene out of Aladdin? You didn’t think your stomach would be able to handle an impromptu flight right now.

“Okay, but…can we walk, please?” You ask quietly.

“Yeah, of course. Whatever makes you more comfortable.” He answers.

Your heart literally skips a beat when you look up and find him smiling at you. It was that easygoing smile that he was so well known for—in Japan.

Were you even in the states anymore? Did your shithole apartment still exist? Were the three of you speaking English, or had you somehow become fluent in Japanese? It was impossible to tell!

Hawks tilts his head to one side, studying you quizzically as you start prattling off your address.

“Can’t say I’m familiar with that area.” He quips, brow furrowing.

Oh no.

Acid rushes into the back of your throat as you consider your situation. Either you were experiencing substance-induced psychosis, or you had somehow magically stumbled into an alternate universe, and now you needed to figure out how you were going to survive here until you could make it back home—if you could make it back home.

Hawks and Dabi had already resumed bickering amongst themselves, but they both stop to regard you with uncertainty when you make a soft sound, which can only be described as a halfhearted laugh.

“She’s nuts.” Dabi determines, “Leave her and let’s go get some drinks.”

No, please don’t leave me!

You had a fierce independent streak, but the thought of being left to endure this nightmare alone was too much.

You reach out to grab the sleeve of Hawks’ jacket on impulse, silently begging him not to abandon you.

He rests one gloved hand on top of yours, “Hey, I told ya I was going to get ya home safe, and I meant it. I’ll make it happen, I promise—”

‘At my trademark top speed.’

“—at my trademark top speed.” He grins.

You aren’t sure which is worse: the déjà vu from hearing him repeat a line almost word for word, or the knowledge that his friendly demeanor was simply part of his hero act.

It’s all an act...how that grin doesn’t quite reach his eyes…

Dabi’s harsh, raspy voice interrupts your thoughts, “If you’re seriously gonna waste the rest of your night on this space cadet, then I’m outta' here.”

Space cadet? Ha. He didn’t know the half of it.

“Whatever.” Hawks sighs before returning his attention to you, “The names’ Hawks, by the way. What’s yours?”

Such a simple question. It should have been easy for you to answer, but you find yourself hesitating while glancing between the two of them. Dabi was still standing nearby, pulling a pack of cigarettes out of his signature, stitched jacket. He rests a cigarette between his mismatched lips, and you watch in absolute awe as he pinches his fingertips together, creating a tiny blue flame that wavers like a lighter.

This is real.

Their quirks are real.

It’s all real.

“Uh, miss? Your name?”

You blink and then blurt out your name, which earns you another smile from the modern-day Icarus. “Nice to meet you.” He says.

“Yeah…nice to meet you, too.” It was strange, feeling like you knew so much about him and Dabi, even though they were perfect strangers, and you had literally just introduced yourselves for the first time.

Well, you’d introduced yourself to Hawks, who suddenly jerks a thumb over his shoulder to indicate his friend, “And that’s Dabi.”

You try not to look at the raven-haired male because it was impossible not to fixate on his scars. You’d always wondered how his grotesque beauty might translate into real life. Now that you knew, you wanted to reach out and touch him, to gently trail your hands across his marred flesh and see what it felt like…

That would be a great way to get myself killed!

You were curious about Hawks’ wings, too. Were his crimson feathers as sensitive as people claimed?

Focus, idiot.

You slowly find your footing and push yourself up to stand. Hawks moves with you, prepared to catch you in case your legs gave out again. They felt like jelly, and you knew that you were still in shock.

“You look pretty pale,” Hawks observes with concern, “Maybe we should stop somewhere along the way and get you a drink?”

“Yes, that’s what I’ve been saying!” Dabi says, his tone exasperated.

“Not that kind of drink.” Hawks snaps back, “She needs water.”

“That sounds great.” You agree hastily, your feet already moving. “If we just go back around this corner, my friends might still be in the—”

Bar.

But the bar was gone, replaced by a rundown apartment complex that you’d never seen before.

Come to think of it, the entire street looked different, confirming your worst fear: you really weren’t in Kansas anymore.

“Did you say your friends are around here somewhere? I can help you track them down.” Hawks offers.

When you turn to look at him, you notice that his wings are missing. He must have dispersed his feathers to avoid drawing attention to himself, which meant that you were probably somewhere in the Kamino Ward.

You suddenly find it hard to swallow past the lump in your throat, “No, I was wrong. I think they’re…” Your voice cracks with emotion, “I think they’re gone.”

My friends are gone.

My family is gone.

My home is gone.

Dabi emerges from the shadows while exhaling a cloud of smoke, “There’s a convenience store down the street.”

Hawks arches one furry brow at him, “I thought you were leaving?”

The villain shrugs, “Got nothin’ better to do tonight.”

Great. Your existential crisis was going to become entertainment for Dabi.

Hawks shoots you a curious look, but he doesn’t say anything. It was almost like he could sense your dread.

“Let’s get a fucking move on, then.” Dabi grumbles impatiently.

While they both start walking, you take a moment to close your eyes and give your forearm a hard pinch.

Upon opening your eyes, you quickly realize that the sounds and sights of the city have remained the same. Dabi and Hawks were still there, now halfway down the sidewalk.

Hawks pauses to glance over his shoulder, “You comin’, kid?”

KID!?

Did he just call me ‘kid’?

That’s not fucking canon!

“Y-yeah, coming!”

To be continued...

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.