#bnha dabi

[kelin-is-writing]

How… Do I recover from this…?

[nakamatoo]

Heat is the energy born of living things. As they move, they thrive. All for one, who seeks to live forever, had no use for that mad heat, rushing headlong towards death.

The demon lord himself had to abandon, that frenzied flame of death.

[doumadono]

for your sinful sunday (I'm a huge fan!) can you maybe write Dabi and reader who has a small remote control vibrator in her 😏

Warnings: smut w/o plot, pussy fingering, fem villain!reader, established relationship, semi-public, forced orgasm

A/N: this request got the highest number of votes during the fourth Sinful Sunday poll I held. Thank you to everyone who voted!

SINFUL SUNDAY MY HERO ACADEMIA

The dimly lit room was filled with the familiar faces of the League of Villains, each one deeply engrossed in some planning.

You sat at the long, battered table, trying to focus on the meeting at hand. But it was proving to be an impossible task. Every so often, your eyes would dart to the man seated beside you — Dabi, his usual smirk dancing on his lips, and his intense turquoise eyes never straying far from you.

His casual posture betrayed none of the mischief that danced in his turquoise eyes every time he glanced your way. His finger played idly with the remote control nestled in his pocket, hidden from view. “Are you paying attention?” Dabi’s voice was a low murmur, his breath warm against your ear. His lips brushed your skin, sending a shiver down your spine.

You swallowed hard, trying to maintain some semblance of composure. “Yes,” you managed to whisper, your voice slightly breathless.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his tone dripping with dark amusement.

Unbeknownst to the rest of the League, a secret thrill coursed through your body. Nestled deep inside your cunny was a small, remote-controlled vibrator, and Dabi held the reins. The mere thought of it sent shivers down your spine. The low hum of its vibrations, currently set to the lowest setting, was a constant reminder of your predicament. Yet it already made you squeeze your thighs together.

Dabi gifted you a little remote control vibrator on your first anniversary. The idea was to spice up your sex life.

Toga was rambling on about a new plan involving blood samples, but you could hardly pay attention. Every muscle in your body was on edge, anticipating the next move from Dabi. He hadn't used the remote yet, but you knew it was only a matter of time.

He pressed a button on the remote, and the intensity of the vibrations increased. 

A sharp gasp escaped your lips before you could stifle it, drawing a few curious glances from across the room. You bit your lower lip, your thighs pressing together in a futile attempt to dampen the sensations coursing through you.

Dabi’s smirk widened, his eyes glinting with satisfaction. “Careful now. Don’t want everyone to know our little secret, do we?” He looked far too pleased with himself.

You swallowed hard, trying to ignore the growing pleasure between your legs. The conversation around you became a distant buzz. You shifted in your seat, biting your lower lip to suppress a moan, resulting in you letting out a heavy sigh.

"Something wrong, Y/N?" Kurogiri’s gravelly voice cut through the haze.

You forced a smile, shaking your head. "No, nothing. Just a bit uncomfortable."

Dabi chuckled softly. "Maybe you should learn to relax," he suggested, his tone dripping with pure amusement.

You shot him a glare, which only made his grin widen. 

He upped the ante, increasing the vibrations to a medium setting. 

You shook your head, desperately trying to focus on anything other than the relentless throbbing between your legs. Each vibration seemed to pulse through your entire body, making it difficult to think, let alone participate in the meeting. Your core tightened, a slick warmth pooling within you as the pleasure built steadily, inexorably.

Across the table, Shigaraki droned on about the latest plan of his. 

You caught snippets of the conversation, but it was all a blur. Your senses were overwhelmed, your body teetering on the edge of an abyss of pleasure.

Dabi’s hand slid under the table, his fingers tracing a slow, torturous path up your thigh. The touch was electric. 

You fought to keep your breathing steady, your nails digging into the armrest of your chair as you struggled to maintain control.

“Relax,” Dabi whispered after leaning closer to you, his voice a dark caress. “Enjoy it.” His fingers found the hem of your skirt, lifting it ever so slightly. The cool air against your heated skin was a stark contrast, making you gasp again. Dabi chuckled softly, his fingers brushing against the damp fabric of your cotton panties. He traced the outline of your pussy, the touch sending jolts of pleasure through your body. “Well, well. Someone’s enjoying this,” he teased, his thick voice nothing but a whisper, his fingers pressing firmly against your clothed pussy. 

The combination of his touch and the relentless vibrations had you whimpering softly, your body aching for more. “Please,” you whispered, not even sure what you were begging for.

No one seemed to notice, their attention fixed on the discussion at hand. 

He circled your clit with the pad of his thumb, applying just enough pressure to make you squirm.  Dabi’s eyes darkened, his amusement giving way to something more primal. “Please what?” he taunted, his fingers slipping under the fabric of your panties, finding your slick, swollen folds. “Oh, you naughty, little bitch.”

You bit your lip harder, a desperate moan threatening to escape. “Please… more,” you finally managed, your voice trembling.

He didn’t need any further encouragement. Dabi’s finger slid inside you, slow and deliberate, each stroke designed to drive you wild. He added a second finger, stretching you, filling you to the brim.

The dual sensations were too much - you felt the pleasure build rapidly, a tidal wave threatening to crash over you.

"Maybe you should lie down," Twice suggested, his tone surprisingly concerned.

You shook your head, fighting to maintain a semblance of control. "No, I’ll be fine."

Dabi’s thumb found your clit, pressing and rubbing in time with his fingers fucking your slick, needy hole. His long digits were scissoring within you, fondling all of the right places.

Your body jerked, your toes curling as you neared the edge. His name slipped past your lips in a breathless whisper, your hips bucking against his hand ever so slightly. Your breath came in shallow, rapid bursts, and your heart pounded in your chest.

Shigaraki’s gaze flicked to you, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Are you sure you’re okay, Y/N? I don’t want you to infect us if you’re sick."

You forced a nod, your voice strained. "Yes, just...a bit of a headache,” a faint reply left your lips and you accented your words by rubbing your temples with shaking hands.

“Come for me,” Dabi commanded softly, covering his words with a fake cough, his voice low and commanding. He curled his fingers inside you, finding that sweet spot that made your vision blur. 

That was all it took. 

Your hips bucked involuntarily, a soft whimper slipping past your lips. You tried to disguise it with a cough, glancing around nervously. Your body obeyed, shattering into a thousand pieces as the orgasm ripped through you, your slickness gushing out and covering his rough hand. You clamped a hand over your mouth, muffling the scream that tore from your throat. Your velvety, drenched walls clenched around his fingers, the pleasure so intense it was almost painful.

Dabi’s eyes never left your face, drinking in every expression of ecstasy. He withdrew his fingers slowly, deliberately, leaving you trembling and spent. He lifted his hand to his lips, licking your essence from his fingers with a satisfied smirk. “That’s my good girl,” he murmured again, his voice a dark promise of more to come.

You slumped in your chair, your body still humming with aftershocks of pleasure. 

Shigaraki's voice cut through the discussions, his sharp eyes narrowing on you. "You indeed look shitty, Y/N," he remarked, his tone a mix of irritation and concern. "Go lie down."

Your heart skipped a beat, panic flaring. You opened your mouth to protest, but Shigaraki’s scowl deepened. "Dabi," he ordered, not giving you a chance to respond, "take her back to her room."

Dabi’s turquoise eyes met yours, and you saw the flicker of a wry smirk curling his lips. His amusement was evident, and it sent a shiver down your spine.

He stood up with a lazy stretch, his movements slow and deliberate. "Sure thing, boss," he drawled, his voice laced with dark anticipation.

The League of Villains might have their plans, but right now, all you could think about was what Dabi had planned for you next.

[oxygen537art]

[questioningmyexistence432]

'ᴀᴛᴛɪᴛᴜᴅᴇ.'

warnings - can be taken as some toxic thinking. hair-pulling, slight dacryphilia, manhandling, and mating press. fem!reader.

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men who encourage you to keep the attitude with them. it was fun for them to fuck a brat back into their place. folding your body into a mating press - his cock buried inside of you. the squelching sounds your body made as his thrusts had you tightening around him. his eyes lingering on the sight of your cunt taking his cock, doing so well for him but your attitude? he’d smirk as soon as he noticed the sharp tone you decided to have with him when he’d entered your apartment. honestly, at this point, he’s wondering if you only do it to make him more encouraged to be rougher with you. 

he’d manhandled you down to your own bed. listening to your whining and complaining as he stripped you bare. ripping your panties off as you started to squawk a complaint about that too. not replying - he didn’t have to. you’d be too cock drunk to be a smartass soon. he only speaks after your moans mixed with the unmistakable sound of you sobbing - reaching a hand up to your hair as he gripped a fistful. he’d use the leverage to guide your head to face him - looking down at your pitiful tear-stained cheeks as he just keeps thrusting. a grin on his lips as he shakes your head a little - your breath hitching as you squeeze your eyes shut at the disorienting action. 

“now, where’d all tha’ fucking attitude go? just needed some fuckin’ dick to bring ya back to your senses, didn’t ya?”

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[thecrimsonfeather]

Figured I’d do some art for Touya with his new outfit especially with the new episode out.

[flashfirearts]

‘Touya.’

[fan-dweeb]

Shigaraki: The hpsc wont trace this back to us

Dabi: You’ve gotta be kidding me. The hpsc traces everything back to us. They trace shit we didn’t even do back to us.

Shigaraki: Bet

Dabi: excUSe mE-

[nyxartx]

Prayers

It’s been a while since I drew him. After the latest episodes I really couldn’t resist.

And my heart … MY POOR HEART. Seeing everything animated, together with the amazing soundtrack … it really hits different.

[azure-arsonist]

Tired of y'all making Touya/Dabi some super masculine booktok boyfriend bullshit ass bitch that's a twink even if he is muscular he's lean he's lithe he's oiled up and ready you'll pry his soft features from my cold dead hands

[kelin-is-writing]

I’m so not okay… I’m not okay at all actually…

[recalcitrantbones]

Uhhh what if it was called the league of freaks and instead of villainy they freaked

[doumadono]

Silent Waves, Silent Wounds - Touya Todoroki x Reader

A/N: today's episode broke my heart and made me cry uncontrollably. With a nice prompt set for this week's challenge in a community I'm part of, I decided to combine the two. I just hope my Touya will survive. Gif was made by @gamergirl-niffler

MY HERO ACADEMIA X READER LOVERS COMMUNITY

Touya's first breaths of freedom were laced with the sterile scent of antiseptics and the distant echoes of calamity.

Beneath the flickering streetlights of Musutafu, shadows twirled across the damp pavement, casting the world in veils of half-truths and murmured secrets.

It was upon a night cloaked in despair that Touya Todoroki, shrouded in the remnants of his shattered past, escaped the suffocating confines of what should have been a sanctuary. The hospital, ostensibly a bastion of healing and hope, had morphed into nothing but a prison, all under the malevolent gaze of All For One.

In a moment fueled by raw desperation and a primal urge for freedom, Touya, with hands trembling and heart pounding against the cage of his ribcage, ignited the very foundations that had ensnared him. Flames, hungry and unrestrained, licked upwards, clawing at the structure with a ferocity. Fire roared through the hallways, a fierce, unforgiving inferno that consumed everything in its path — medical charts, synthetic bed linens, the false promises of recovery.

As the inferno raged behind him, Touya stumbled into the cold embrace of the night.

The city loomed large and indifferent, its countless lights flickering like distant stars, unreachable and cold. Each step was a battle, his body a map of wounds both fresh and long endured, scars that told tales he could barely remember, tales of a mere boy who once dreamed of heroism but found himself ensnared in a nightmare of his father's making.

He moved through the shadows, a spectral figure haunted by the echoes of his past and the uncertain horrors of his future. Tonight, the world was both his enemy and his ally, hiding him from those who would seek to drag him back to that hellish place, yet offering no comfort from the relentless grip of his solitude and sorrow. His face, marred with scars that told stories of a tragic past and unresolved pain, was not one that people usually turned to for comfort.

As he navigated through the dimly lit streets, his eyes were cautious and wary of the stares that followed him like specters.

It was then he saw you - a girl sitting alone on the curb, your sobs cutting through the muffled sounds of the city like a siren’s call. You were young, perhaps no older than he, with tears streaking your cheeks and your shoulders trembling under the weight of your unseen burdens.

Despite his fears and the fresh pain of his own memories, something within him stirred - a remnant of the hero he once aspired to be. Hesitant, he approached you, his voice barely above a whisper after he cleared his throat, trying to sound normal, even though he knew it was no longer possible. “Hey, are you okay?”

You jerked your head up, your eyes wide with a mixture of fear and surprise as they landed on his disfigured features.

For a heartbeat, Touya thought you would scream, run away, or recoil in horror.

But then, something remarkable happened - your expression softened, and your initial fright melted into a sad, understanding smile. “Not really,” you confessed, wiping your tears away with the back of your shaking hand. “My dad… he drinks too much. And my mom, she doesn’t really care. She threw me out tonight. Said she’d had enough of me being useless.”

The words struck a chord in Touya. Abandonment, pain, a longing for something better - themes that resonated deeply within his own life. Sitting heavily beside you on the cold curb, he offered you a timid smile, one that seemed almost out of place on his scarred visage. "I’m sorry,” he said, his voice a mixture of warmth and a chilling detachment born from years of conditioning under his father’s harsh regime. “I… I know what it’s like to feel like you have no one.”

You studied him, your reddened eyes lingering on his scars with a curiosity born from your own pain rather than judgement. “What happened to you?” you asked gently, perhaps too gently for the horror that his story contained.

Touya looked away, his eyes tracing the patterns of light and shadow on the ground. “I don’t remember everything,” he confessed. “But I know I was trying to prove something to my dad. It didn’t end well, as you can see.”

You sat in silence, the world around you bustling with life, yet oblivious to the shared moment of grief between two strangers.

People passed by, their glances sharp and sometimes filled with a disdain that neither of you were unfamiliar with.

Sensing Touya’s discomfort, you made a decision. “Let’s go somewhere else,” you suggested, a spark of resolve lighting up your tear-stained face. “Somewhere away from prying eyes. I know a nice place, if you'd like to join me.”

Touya nodded casually, “I think I’d like that. I have nowhere to be anyway.”

Without another word, you stood, holding out you hand to help him up. Your touch was warm, a stark contrast to the coldness he had come to expect from the world.

Together, you walked through the deserted streets, your steps in sync, until the city sounds faded into the background, replaced by the soothing rhythm of waves crashing against the shore.

Beneath the expansive canopy of the night sky, the beach lay deserted, bathed in the ethereal, silvery glow of the moon. The ocean before them transformed into a shimmering tapestry, each wave weaving threads of light across the dark canvas of water. It was here, with the cool sand cradling your steps and the vast, relentless sea stretching into infinity, that you discovered a fleeting sanctuary — a momentary escape from the ravages of your tormented existences.

As you settled onto the sand, the ocean's eternal murmurs surrounding you, Touya found himself unexpectedly comforted by the raw, natural beauty of the scene. Yet, he was taken aback when you revealed that it was not just chance that brought you to this tranquil haven in the dead of night.

“I come here often, especially after fights at home,” you confessed softly, your eyes reflecting the moonlight like fragments of a broken mirror. “The sound of the waves… it calms the storm inside me. Maybe it can do the same for you.”

Touya hesitated before his voice broke the silence. "I'm like these waves," he murmured, his voice tinged with a haunting sadness. "Crashing again and again, with no control, no end. I don't even remember why I started… what I was trying to prove." His gaze was lost to the horizon, where the dark sea met the darker sky, his face a mask of sorrow sculpted by the silvery light.

"It's hard, isn't it?" you said softly, pulling your knees closer to your chest, feeling the chill of the night seeping through your clothes. "Feeling like you're caught in a storm with no shelter in sight. I sit here, night after night, wondering if the screaming will ever stop, if there will ever be a night without tears, without all this emptiness."

"Does it help? Coming here, hearing the waves?" Touya asked.

"It doesn't stop the pain," you admitted, "but sometimes, it makes it bearable. The sea doesn't judge, doesn't demand. It just is. And for a little while, I can just be too, without worrying about the next wave that might knock me down."

"I wish I could remember what peace feels like," he confessed, his words blending with the whisper of the wind.

You reached out, your hand brushing against his, a small gesture of comfort in the overwhelming vastness of your shared solitude.

"Maybe we can't go back to who we were," you suggested, your voice a tentative whisper against the symphony of the sea. "But perhaps we can find new reasons to look forward to the sunrise."

Touya's hand trembled slightly under yours, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he gripped your hand, his hold tentative but needing the connection. "I'd like that," he said, a flicker of a smile ghosting across his lips, as fragile and fleeting as a wave’s crest as a single tear rolled down his cheek. "To look forward to something, to hope for something better."

[kiritouyadeku96]

To be honest, I don’t blame Touya throwing fire in that flower guy’s face because fuck me 😭 what a creep!

[tonyboneysblog]

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😭

[iwannagohomelol]

I wish there was more scenes of them together my convicted criminals who deserve better