#touya torodoki

[lonelystarrs]

𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 & 𝑫𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒊𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆

𝗞𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗼 𝗧𝗮𝗸𝗮𝗺𝗶 𝘅 𝗙𝗲𝗺𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘅 𝗧𝗼𝘂𝘆𝗮 𝗧𝗼𝗿𝗼𝗱𝗼𝗸𝗶

You made his feathers ruffle and spread love through his existence, Keigo was your golden boy. Touya thought you were spoilt even if you were slowly changing his view on the world, one things for sure though —he’d never be under you like Keigo and he’d always be there to bring you back down. Even if he enjoyed watching you make a mess outta bird boy.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI + 3 some f/m only + sub/switch Keigo + switch reader + Dom Touya + pegging + praise + cum play + fluff on Keigo’s part + established relationship with Keigo + spice level: high + Keigo restrained +

Posted this before but decided to repost! Has been sitting on my ao3 for awhile.

The agreement was mutual that keeping your relationship with Hawks was under wraps. Truthfully you didn’t want the hassle of it, he was incredibly popular and the commission was also the other issue.

They’d do what they had to if things weren’t working in their favour, not to mention the shitty PR teams would try to start arranging things to their own liking.

In your own words, Hawks life was controlled by them, you weren’t going to allow Keigo’s life to be nor were they going to tell you how to love him.

He finally realised in those words, in that moment he really was totally was in love with you, with every fibre of his being. It was a foreign feeling to start, he knew what admiration felt like, he knew what pride felt like and he certainly knew how lust felt.

But love was a clash of all three, it was a confusing mess to work through sometimes, but learning to love you was something he was all too keen for. His feathers ruffled by themselves when he seen you, the grin eas uncontrollable and his heart fluttered in his ribs sending tingles through his body.

You made him excited and you made him calm.

But this relationship wasn’t anything to do with anyone else, when Hawks came home he was Keigo and he was yours to dote on.

However there was one small problem that you did have with Hawks being allowed to act like a free man and that was his natural flirty personality.

Girls often got the wrong idea, you were perfectly secure in yourself but when you started seeing suggestive posts about Hawks potential love interests… it’s enough to bug even the most secure of relationships.

You’d seen a post about rumours that he was liking an interviewer that kept popping up around him. She was pretty, all done up and giggly around him, typical girl next door kinda vibes but you doubt the innocence was genuine.

Hawks entertained it not realising his kindness and manners could come across as interested to easily pleased girls or fame seeking one’s. The odd photo slipping out where they’d been caught talking in halls alone or she had managed to work her way into somewhere he was.

You weren’t worried about him what so ever, how he looked at her didn’t cause you concern you’d been with him long enough to know he wasn’t Keigo around her. He was Hawks and that persona could play the part for anyone because that’s how he was taught.

But poor little Hawks wasn’t exactly putting a stop to her games when she started to, what you as his girlfriend would consider, overstepping.

So you’d decided to remind him, and he always enjoyed it.

Drool spilled from the gag in his mouth, his hands tied behind his back giving his back a small arch from the mattress.

His eyes were watering and his hips rolling to try encourage his thick cock further down your throat, your index and forefinger running circles around his hole that was clenching. He panted heavily from his nose, swallowing thickly.

His voice was muffled behind the gag but he still managed to whimper when you pushed the tips of your fingers in, thickly covered in lube. His dick flexed in your mouth as you slid your fingers in past the tight ring and he clenched around them.

You released him from your mouth, heavy wet dick slapping on his stomach covered in drool.

“Aw, Kei you that sensitive hmm?”

His chest heaved as gold eyes looked down glassy and focused on you. Your tongue pressed to the base of his cock and slid up to the head, fingers pressing in to the hilt in movement with your tongue. He frowned at you trying to convince you of his stubbornness, six pack clenching as you let more spit drool onto his head of his dick. It flexed again under your tongue, feeling it harden under it made you moan on his dick, cunt clenching around nothing.

“You’re such a good boy Kei~”

Your fingers began pumping into him, tips curling when deep enough to press against that spot that had him babbling behind the gag, hips rising to encourage you to take his dick back in your mouth.

“Hmm, I think you’re warmed up enough~”

You fingers pulled from him and you stood, his eyes widening at the strap on you had harnessed to you. He actually looked a little worried yet that needy look glazed in his eyes? That flexing of his cock as excited anticipation rocked through his body? -He’d handle it, he always did.

You placed your hands either side of his ribs and hovered over him, the strap rubbing against his own dick and you rolled your hips rutting against it.

He released a heavy, breathy sigh through his nose, golden eyes watching you hover over him, tits pressed together sandwiched between your arms, your glassy eyes looking at him so lovingly despite your attitude towards him this evening.

That reassurance from you was silent, but oh so there in your eyes and it made him fucking melt for you.

He trusted you completely and this? Well it was hot. Completely dominating him but loving after him? Ugh.

Fuck he’d never get enough of it, that strap was long though, the bubble of excitement mixed with a little worry was intoxicating.

The sunset from the penthouse windows behind you glowing, your hair falling to frame your face, spit glistening down your chin. Like an angel waiting to do something oh so unholy to him. Despite your loving eyes contradicted that smirk on your glossy plump lips, swollen from kiss him and his cock.

Reaching up you unbuckled the gag letting him spit it out to the side, drool trailing either side of his mouth.

“You can’t be fucking serious kid thats too lon-ngh. Shit slow down will ya?”

You rolled your hips again letting the lubed dildo rub along his cock, stuttering his words as he acted like he wouldn’t be a drooling mess when you started to fuck him.

“Yeah it’s a new one, you’ll manage Kei~ or need me to get you a little more needy?”

You shifted yourself to straddle him, reaching down to grab his dick and run the thick head around your clit, a breathy moan leaving you before pressing it to your entrance.

“M’not-hah- I ain’t gonna break for ya kid so stop trying.”

He actually sounded a little pissed off and you only smirked at him, his little attitude was attractive because he so rarely showed it around you. His attempt of not giving in to you, like he was trying to convince himself that he was still in charge despite this position he foolishly allowed himself to get into.

Sinking yourself down onto him he sucked in breath as he felt his thick head stretching you out, slowly sinking down onto him until you reached half way, you were so wet, warm and pulsing around his cock his eyes almost rolled back into his damn skull.. You were tight as hell without him warming you up, without letting him prep you like he always did because he was thick.

Keigo never able to slide straight in, it’s a good job he was a lot more considerate than Touya being thicker than him. Keigo would start soft to adjust you, where Touya purely fucked rough.

Your pussy was sucking his cock in as your walls clenched around him, he could feel you struggling with the stretch and especially at this position, you were wet it was coating your thighs -you were drooling for him just by sucking his cock and seeing him like this.

It was almost enough of a thought to let himself cum from just the first two inches in you, you had another 5 to go before he was at the hilt and it only stayed thicker.

“Struggling there kid? S’brave of you without any prep.” He slurred out, trying his hardest to keep attitude, his hardest to stay cocky.

he was drooling already, his bottom lip was threatening to tremble. He was trying so hard to keep cocky but failing miserably with his slurring, watching the pink dust across your cheeks and your mouth hang open.

A beautiful mess above him, how the hell was he gonna hold back from cumming just seeing you like this after edging him?

Fuck, fuck, fuck you were so fucking warm around him, Keigo took the opportunity to roll his hips up into you to push into the hilt making your breath hitch, gasping a little as he rolled again the slight pained look on your face at him filling you.

That brief moment of you breaking as his dom and he tried to use it to his advantage to turn the tables in his favour.

“How about you take these cuffs off dove, let me do the work hmm?”

You placed a hand on his stomach to balance yourself, the strap on now laying on his stomach from your hips against his, cock buried in you giving a pleasant yet painful stretch.

Keigo’s eyes widened when you began to bounce his attempt at manipulating you not working. The slick squelching as your pussy sucked him back in with every thrust, he wasn’t gonna last, no fucking way -not like this.

“S-shit, dove-“

He was already overly sensitive from all the teasing, the edging with that tongue and throat of yours working it’s magic. But he wasn’t backing down he knew he had more stamina than you, he just needed to tire you out. He just needed to convince himself he’d out last you, get you to beg him to fuck you cause you struggled to hit that spot like he could.

“Is that -ngh- S’that all you got kid? You’re gonna beg me to help you cum, M’not losing.”

It was difficult to believe him when his voice started confident and trailed off into whimpering and slurring out. The fire in his golden eyes was lit, still looking a little bratty and pissy, but his voice was breaking and breathy.

His arms were going numb behind his back, grabbing the sheets under him as his toes curled against the bed, feet braced against it as he tried to angle himself.

The repetitive wet slapping of his skin hitting yours, that squelching of your pussy drooling and sucking him your moaning above him, looked like a hot mess riding him like that.

That damn strap on taunting him as it slapped against his stomach each time you rose and dropped against him. Shit it was too much, his cock was throbbing in you, flexing as he tried so hard to hold back from blowing his load in you.

“M’respecting the effort -give up, I can feel you clenching around me you’re not gonna cum like this kid, you need me fucking you.”

His weak, breathy taunting fell on deaf ears as you reached down to play with your clit, Keigo’s eyes widened as he realised what you were doing.

Slick covering your hardened bud you ran circles over it with the pad of your finger. The heat soaring through you as you coaxed yourself towards cumming on him.

“D-Dove? C’mon, let me help you.”

That built up came too quickly, Keigo moaned under you as his hips rose to meet yours. He didn’t like that you were on the verge of cumming without his help, he wanted to get you to cum -with him around you should never be doing it yourself… but being used like this by you was making his cock throb weighing out his sulking.

He felt his own release building as he seen you close to yours, his stomach tensing as he tried holding himself back. He wouldn’t last if you came on him, he knows how it feels to have those sloppy walls clench around him as you cum.

“You feel so fucking good Kei- y’gonna help me cum yeah?” You panted above him, your one hand on the bed gripped the sheets beside him.

He nodded under you, those beautiful glassy gold eyes pleading you to let him help you. His stubbornness cracking as you looked at him so doe eyed.

“You gonna let me use you?”

Keigo groaned, god you were so fucking hot, pussy so sloppy as you sucked his cock in again and again. Riding him like such a pro, knowing how to move knowing what he liked because he was your little golden boy. Slick running down his balls and ass from how wet you’d got over this. It sounded so wet, so filthy.

shit he was always damn well giving into you. This is what Touya always belittles him for -spoiling you.

He couldn’t help it, you deserved it and you loved him back just as equally, his heart soared higher than he’d ever flown around you.

He wanted the world to see you beside him, he wanted you on his arm during these stupid meetings.

He wanted to flaunt you to that annoying interviewer than wouldn’t leave him the hell alone, it’s why he allowed the flirting, why he gave some back and made sure he was caught by cameras.

Keigo wasn’t stupid, he acted oblivious to his natural flirtatious personality but it was never an accident, he knew what he was doing. Because he wanted to crack your stubbornness on not going public —he understood why but he hated it, he wanted the world knowing you were together.

But he did have to secretly thank this naïve interviewer, getting fucked like this because she wouldn’t leave the hero alone was almost worth the bother.

“Y-You wanna use me dove?”

Yup, he broke. You won. When he thought about how much he loved you, seen that needy look on your face and your glassy eyes? That crap would always break him, he couldn’t help it, he was a weak, weak man for you.

Touya would be bitching in his ear later about how pathetic he was for you, but fuck it!

You nodded dumbly and he rolled his hips into you, your breath hitching as he dragged the head of his dick against that spot you were trying to find. That he knew so damn well because he’d drank your reactions in so many times it was almost natural for him knowing your body so well. His eyes never missed anything you gave, those keen gold orbs took every memory you gave him so he could replay it.

“Use me then kid, you gonna fuck that dick yeah? Take what’s yours huh?”

That did it, his stubbornness cracking completely as his lovesick heart once again took over.

“Gonna fuck your golden boy right?”

He sounded mean, pushing you to cum with his words as he bucked his hips again to hit that spot that made your vision blur. The rough slap of his hips into you as he buried as deeply as he could get it. Keigo let you dom him, but he knew when he was mean it made those little hearts on your eyes shine.

You braced yourself forward slightly and he started to pound upwards into you, chasing his own release as you clamped down on him, hips pressing to his as you moaned out his name over and over, slurring your love for him. His heart swelling with each moany breath and gasp that hitched in your throat trying to say you loved him.

It was all too much, it was too sloppy too messy. His nerves burning, his toes curling and the emotion in his chest built to a place that made tears glisten in those gorgeous golden eyes.

“M’cummin’ dove, m’hah, fuck yeah that’s it kid. God your pussy is so fucking good! God- godfuckingloveyou.”

He growled his words at the end -desperate and needy almost feral, slapping his hips and his cock sliding in so easily now as your cum drooled down it, coating his own thighs and balls, his sensitive head burning as it glided along your silky walls.

His hips pinned to yours, eyes rolling back with his head as he released, coating your insides.

His high was short lived, you lifted yourself from him, letting both your cum leak out and coat his dick as it slapped wetly against his stomach. He was breathy, panting as he looked down watching the mixed fluid link between you both. His cock suddenly feeling so cold compared to the warmth of being buried in you.

You smirked at him whilst panting, sliding back down the bed until your feet hit the floor. You guided the dildo and gathered the mix of cum dripping down him on the end of the strap on before pressing it against his hole to fuck it into him.

Golden eyes widened as he looked down at what you were about to do, his body betrayed his lying expression of worry -giving away that actually he wanted this, he always did. You knew by his thick cock flexing, still hard, his hole clenched around nothing.

Pressing forwards the tip pushed through the tight ring, your hands placed on his hips to stop him rising from the bed. Your tits squishing together as your arms caged them, hovering over him.

“M’not done with you Kei, thought you got the upper hand there hmm?”

“Ngh- kid it’s too fucking long I can’t take i-“

“You got your safe word Kei?”

“Fuc- kid you’re gonna ruin me-“

“Safe word?” You repeated again, his jaw clenched as he tilted his head back briefly to suck in air, then nodded.

You pushed forward slowly letting it enter him and stretch him out, it wasn’t thick like his own dick, but it was the longest you’d used on him.

Keigo’s head tilted back further, drool leaving his lips as he panted and arched from the bed. Hard cock flexing against his stomach as it slid in so beautifully he almost came from it.

“Fuck, fuck - dove, s’good-“

You cooed praises for him as you eased it in, his legs trembling either side of you as you hit his prostate. You knew by how his breath hitched, his legs tensed and he fell silent.

You looked down and rose an eyebrow.

“You took the whole length Keigo, that must be so deep hmm?”

“Ngh-“ he tried to speak but failed, only managed a dumb nod.

A hand reached up to grab his cock, rubbing the palm over his head he whimpered and rocked his hips.

“N-No, don’t s’too sensitive, I can’t- not my cock-“

“You can Keigo.”

His open mouthed pants became heavier as you pulled the strap on back, the squelch of lube and cum as you gently pushing back in hitting that spot deep within him. Glassy golden eyes looked down to watch you begin to thrust in and out of him, his eyes focused on the slick red dildo disappearing into his ass and your hand wrapped around his cock. Hand setting a pace on his dick, watching his cum coated cock throb in your grip and tears welled in his eyes.

“Fuck kid, there -you’re hitting-hah yeah that’s it.”

Keigo slurred, the tears spilling as he whimpered under you, sheets gripped in his hands borderline ripping as he clung to it for dear life. Your pace picked up and he seen fucking stars, that heat rose in his body so fast that he felt a little panicked.

“I’m gonna - dove I’m gonna cum so fucking hard keep do-ngh-“

“S’it golden boy, cum for me hmm?”

“Y-yeah gonna cum f’you, fuck-me- you’re gonna make me-I’m cummin’”

You watched his eyes roll back into his skull as he came so hard he couldn’t even whimper, any noise lodged in his throat as it rocketed through his body into spasms, it wasn’t anything like when he came from his dick, he felt it through his whole body.

Hips rising from the bed and his toes curling, your hand fucking his cock left him no mercy as his came again through his cock at the same time. Tears spilled down his cheeks as he choked out a mix of words that sounded like his own language.

Cum shot from the slit up to his chest, hitting his own chin as you slowed your thrusting to help ease him down.

His body spasmed in places even when he fell lax against the bed, before he finally whimpered out to you as he felt the dildo shift in him, making his body jolt. He couldn’t take anymore it was too much. His vision was blurred, stars still dotted them.

“N-No more please, dove I can’t, fuck- it’s so fucking deep kid I-“

You panted above him, planting your hands either side his hips and smiled at him.

He was a fucking mess, his hair stuck to his face as sweat dripped down him, cum on his stomach and chest, ribs heaving as he looked at you with glassy, dopey eyes. Sweat beaded on him like jewels, rolling down into his thick neckline mixing into the cum he impressively shot there.

Your lips pressed to his before rubbing your nose against his lovingly. You pulled out from him, hearing the lewd pop and he moaned against your mouth, a heavy sigh left him as he fell completely lax against the bed.

“S’a good job I love ya,” He mumbled, giving you a half assed playful glare, little smile twitching on his lips.

You hummed against his mouth agreeing with him, the peace was short lived though -both eyes turning to the door when a much deeper voice filtered through. The blue eyes glowing against the light of sunset through the window, his eyes were fixed on you like a predator.

“Couldn’t wait for me to get back doll?”

Keigo watched your eyes widen, a smirk twitching at his lips as he seen the worry spread on your face as you frozen above him.

Keigo had noticed the moment you lowered yourself onto his dick to ride him that Touya had walked in, crossing his arms and leaning in the door way watching. He didn’t tell you, deciding giving Touya a show would be a nice little from me to you.

“All that mushy shit just for blondie huh? You realise how fucking lovesick you both look? Tch.”

Rough, cool skin smoothed over your ass, reaching for the buckle on your harness and undoing it, letting it fall to the bed before pushing your knees back onto it with his, making you straddle over Keigo again.

“Unlucky kid, karma came around pretty quick for you today hmm?” Keigo chucked under you, watching as you hovered over him again.

“Hey there Touya,” Popping his blonde head to the side Keigo beamed smiled at him, blue eyes glanced over your shoulder with much less enthusiasm to meet gold, giving the hero a grunt as a reply before focusing back on you.

Keigo would sub to you, the only person who could ever get him like this was you and he enjoyed it. However, Touya was the one who wouldn’t ever submit to you, he kept you in place the way Keigo never could.

He fucked you like he hated you, like you needed sometimes -like the blonde couldn’t commit to because he simply loved you to a point it was nauseating. For the flame user to witness anyway.

Touya just thought you were spoilt, that Keigo spoiled you too much but you very much were the balance in this poly relationship.

The boys had nothing for each other besides their unhealthy amount of need for you. It worked because you were between them, Keigo could get along with anyone but Dabi had a different perspective on the world and people. He tolerated the winged hero for access to you, so he told you guys but deep down you knew he enjoyed this little dynamic. Keigo allowed Touya in, from then his warped view on life and people started to change because of you.

“T-Touya-“

“Where’s the cockiness gone doll? Didn’t save any of it for me?”

He gripped on your hip, his other hand moved and heard him unbuckle his belt behind you.

“Shame, know I love fucking it outta ya,”

Tapping his hard dick against your ass cheek, before guiding it to your pussy and running it from your entrance to clit.

“Guess m’just gonna have to get you all dumb again,” he sighed out, acting like it was a hindrance.

Hand on your hip smoothed up your back to grip your hair and pull it back as he leaned over you, staples digging into your skin and the buckle of his belt.

“S’show bird boy here how you deal with brats, he’s too lovesick with you to do it. Y’already warmed up right doll? So I don’t need to let you adjust.” Touya spoke against your lips, craning your neck back so he he brush them over yours.

“Someone gonna get these cuffs of me?” Keigo deadpanned under you.

“You got yourself into that situation bird brain, deal with it.”

Keigo sighed in annoyance as you whimpered out against Touya’s mouth as his deep groaned answered you back from bullying his dick in. Touya was longer but not as thick as Keigo, hitting you so deeply your eyes would unfocus and cross sometimes.

Keigo pouted under you with a frown watching as Touya handled you in his own way.

Man, maybe he really should stop spoiling you.

©pharix/lonelystarrs 2023 permission is not given to repost, translate or post anywhere else.

I need to write more for Keigo, honestly adore him so much and I love writing him T_T

[novaneondream]

the todo siblings mean everything to me :(

[rebelssvy]

thinking about asking shoto, your best friend, how to please a man. it starts with soft kisses. him groaning into your mouth. his hands venturing your curves. nipping at your neck, utterly vulnerable. you were so embarrassed to even have to ask in the first place. but the emotions faded and became replaced with lust. something burned in your core. feeling far to hot when he finally pulled his cock out of his boxers. he guided your hand to his length. motioning for you to do what you wanted. giving you pointers when something felt good. once you got the hang of it he let his head fall back onto the pillow. it wasn’t long after that when he lunged forward at the feeling of your mouth on his tip. he lurched, body tingling at the sensation. he felt you circle him, before dragging your head down his cock. he moaned, reaching to grab your hair. he would mumble out, ‘i need to see you’ quickly. before his hands found your clothes ripping them off your body. you were left in your panties, bra thrown off the bed. forgetting about his cock he let his mouth work on your skin. pressing wet kisses all on your body. your back arched into him, moaning for ‘more’. he gave you more, pressing his large digits on your pussy. circling your clit. your hands found his biceps. shocked at this new sensation. your body felt like it was on fire. you begged him to fuck you. pleaded to him about how much you needed him. he tuned you around, all in a moment. pressing your face into the pillows and forcing your back up to him. ass up, arched. gasping at his actions, you felt his cock near your entrance. your hands grabbed onto his bed sheets under you. he pushed his way into your pussy. his body stalled, stuttering. you moaned into the fabric. he groaned at your expression. finally pushing himself, in and out of you. his balls slapped against you. he pounded you hard, too hard. the new sensation grew coiled in your tummy. it wasn’t until he slapped his hand flat against your ass that you came around his cock. shaking at his mercy, your moaned into the pillow. ‘you came so quick just like the little slut you are.. fuck.’ he groaned out still fucking you. his words rambled on. ‘pretty girl likes getting fucked by her best friend huh..’ and ‘fuck.. your so tight and wet..’ shaming you untill he pulled out and jerked himself off. finishing on your ass. after he fell on the bed right next to you. ‘i’m sorry. i don’t think your a slut..’ he said to you after the moment was over. you laughed with him, skin to skin.

[kove-zeevi]

i just know the todoroki family documentary went crazy in the mha universe

[vampireg1rl]

PLEEAAAAHHHEEASEEUHHHHHH

look at this FINE ass specimen. look at him hes so magestic hes so pretty hes an innocent little angel. HES SO FUCKIBG HOT SOMEBODY FUCKING SEDATE ME. his jawline, the hair, eyes, his face is just so cute hes so babygirl omfg. how could anyone hate this beautiful man

[ttoya]

Todoroki Touya ✩ Dabi

↳ through the years

[shikisaido]

存在しない記憶その2😭

[puppyaulait]

My Hero cafe food

[metranart]

👉 I CAN'T CHOOSE ONE, I WANT THEM ALL! 😎👌🔥

[tiredofthehumanlife]

mha social media au

youre scared of a thunderstorm and seek comfort from them <3 (shoto, katsuki, denki, kiri, keigo, Touya, izuku, shinsou)

A couple sex jokes 😓 they're funny to me okay um that's pretty much I imagined this as pre relationship but like with feelings dykwim

Prob a lil ooc bc it's been awhile man

I've never done this before 😓 give me grace

[dynachan]

I don't know who needs to hear this... But Toya and Shoto are the same height.

I am NOT okay.

[thehouseofurmotha]

Shouto Tododoki who rlly like to spend money on you head cannons! Rlly short but I hope you like them!

• This man LOVES to spoil you. Seeing your face light up when he buys you something you've wanted is like the strongest drug to him.

• He's ready to drop thousands a day on whatever you want. Food? Ordered. A shopping trip? Put your shoes on and let's go. A spa day? He's reserving a 12 hour session for you at the best Spa Japan has to offer.

• He can struggle accepting physical touches, as well as struggle to express what he wants in words. So what he can't express that way he certainly can with his dad's credit card.

• Will drop a dress off that he saw you eyeing at the mall the other day, and bring you on the best date you've ever been on.

• it's very obvious that his main form of love is gift giving. Even though he spends a lot of money on you, he also likes to give you things he made, or found that remind him of you. And you accept them with the same grateful smile that you do anytime he gets you something's.

• so basically this man just wants you to be happy, and if buying you whatever you want can help do that, he's all for it.

I hope you enjoyed! requests are open for one shots and head cannons! Happy reading <3

[flower-blossoms654]

The most painful part of Shoto Todoroki as a character is that I think if he could stop himself from being born, he would do it without hesitation.

What if his father found out about Touya having both his mother’s ice and his fire before he was born? Would his mother have been happier? Would she have never been sent away? Would Touya have been happier? Would he have never become a villain? Would his father have been satisfied? Would Fuyumi and Natsuo have been valued?

I think it’s easy for him to see himself as less than human sometimes. Just a byproduct of multiple experiments — finally a perfect doll with no defects. His actions during the beginning of UA and the sports festival were a direct protest of that role.

“Look at me father. Look at this faulty doll that you made.”

It was better to be faulty with defects because that meant that he was human.

I think he stares into the mirror at the scar on his face. I think he’s grateful for it. It was from his mother. Her misshapen stitching — a marring feature on an otherwise perfect merchandise.

He is the perfect split of his mother and father, so he finds that it’s the easiest to lay the blame on himself rather than any of his other siblings. He’d encourage it if he could. While everyone else is their own person, an adaptation of a recipe of their parents, you can see each half of him plainly.

He might be his mother’s son but he is also his father’s.

It’s why the dream of a perfect future doesn’t have him in it. He is the very evidence of his father’s wrongdoings.

A perfect future can’t have him in it.

[pretty-sparkle-bomb]

In which, a girl tries to flirt with one of the MHA boys. Part 2 Part 1 here Characters included: Shoto Todoroki, Hanta Sero, Dabi (Touya Todoroki), Izuku Midoriya, Tomura Shigaraki. Side Note: The reader is a badass chick 🤤

Check out the reverse (When someone tries to flirt with the reader) here

Shoto Todoroki

You weren’t the jealous type.

You didn’t need to be. Shoto was yours, and he made that painfully obvious—to everyone.

But some people? Some people didn’t know when to give up. Enter Reina Kisaragi—U.A.’s very own queen bee, rich girl, and absolute menace.

She was from Class 1B, and she had everything—money, looks, influence. She was the type of girl who broke the rules and got away with it. Shortest skirt in school? Check. Painted nails, expensive perfume, and a cigarette hidden behind the dorms during lunch? Check, check, check.

And lately?

She had her sights set on your boyfriend.

You didn’t know if it was because he was rich, gorgeous, or just the one guy who ignored her. But whatever the reason, Reina had made it her personal mission to get his attention.

She twirled her hair, ignored dress code violations like they didn’t apply to her, and batted her thick, mascara-coated lashes every time she passed him in the hall.

Too bad for her, Shoto didn’t give a single shit. He barely spared her a glance. But Reina? She wasn’t the type to back down.

And today, in the middle of the crowded cafeteria, she decided to push her luck.

You were sitting beside Shoto, enjoying your lunch, when you heard the distinct click-clack of designer heels approaching. You didn’t even have to look up. You already knew who it was.

"Shoto," Reina purred, sliding up beside him. "You look so bored sitting over here. Why don’t you come eat with me instead?"

The entire cafeteria went silent. You leaned back, watching. You wanted to see how he’d handle this.

Shoto barely blinked. “No.”

Reina pouted. "C’mon, don’t be shy. I don’t bite—unless you want me to.” She smirked, resting a hand on his shoulder.

And that’s when you saw it.

The way her manicured fingers trailed down his uniform sleeve—slow, deliberate, claiming.

Oh, hell no.

Shoto sighed, clearly annoyed. He removed her hand from his arm like it was a piece of trash and turned back to his meal.

Reina, however, wasn’t done.

"You sure, Todoroki?" she cooed, leaning closer. "I mean, I could be so much fun for you."

And then she made her biggest mistake. She reached out—and touched his hair. The moment her fingers brushed through his perfect, dual-colored strands, you were out of your seat.

The cafeteria gasped.

Reina barely had time to react before you grabbed a full cup of ice water from the table and dumped it straight over her head.

The silence was deafening.

Water soaked her hair, her uniform, makeup ran down her cheeks, mascara smearing like a raccoon. Her stupidly short skirt was dripping, clinging to her thighs.

She looked like a wet raccoon.

And you? You just smirked, crossing your arms. “Oh nooo,” you drawled. “I hope your cheap-ass extensions don’t fall out.”

The cafeteria erupted.

Reina, still soaked and humiliated, let out an incoherent shriek. “Y-You BITCH—”

"Language," you scolded, tilting your head mockingly. "You should be grateful, really. I figured someone who smells like cigarette smoke and daddy’s money could use a little bath."

Reina looked like she was about to explode.

And then, to really seal the deal, Shoto finally spoke. He stood up beside you, gaze cold, unimpressed. “Don’t touch me again.”

Reina froze.

And then, without another word, Shoto grabbed your hand, pressed a soft kiss to your knuckles, and led you out of the cafeteria—like nothing happened.

Dabi (Touya Todoroki)

The bar was loud, filled with smoke, alcohol, and the occasional low life looking for trouble.

You were in the center of the room, dancing with Toga, laughing as she twirled you around. The music was booming, your body moving to the rhythm, hips swaying just enough to draw a few lingering stares.

But Dabi? He wasn’t watching them.

He was watching you.

Sitting in a dark booth with Shigaraki, beer bottle in hand, his glowing turquoise eyes never left your form. You could feel his gaze—heavy, possessive, unwavering.

And you loved it. Until someone decided to ruin the moment.

A girl—short dress, high heels, way too much perfume—slid into the seat beside Dabi, pressing her body far too close to his.

You stopped dancing.

Toga followed your gaze, lips twisting into a grin. "Ooooh," she giggled. "Someone's about to die."

You hummed. "Maybe."

The girl leaned in, twirling a strand of her obviously fake hair around her finger. "Hey there," she purred, running her manicured nails down his arm. "You look bored."

Dabi didn't even glance at her. Didn’t move. He just took another sip of his beer, eyes still on you. But the girl? She was persistent. She leaned closer, practically pressing her chest against his arm. "C'mon, you don’t have to sit here all alone—"

That was it. You grabbed a drink from the nearest table—a full glass of whiskey—and marched right over.

Shigaraki, already amused, leaned back. "This should be good."

Dabi finally shifted his gaze to you, watching as you casually approached. The girl barely noticed you.

“Dabi, I was going to-“ you paused, giving her a once over. “Who’s she?” you asked, sipping the shot before placing the glass onto the table, crossing your arms over your chest and raising an eyebrow.

She scoffed, keeping close to him. “Does it matter to you?”

You exhaled slowly, shaking your head. "It matters because he’s my man." You smiled, but it wasn’t friendly. "So, I’ll give you two choices, sweetheart."

You raised your hand.

And in your palm, a flame flickered to life—black, hungry, swirling violently. The heat radiating from it made the air shimmer.

The girl tensed, staring at the fire as it grew.

You leaned in, voice dropping to something dark and dripping with promise. "Choice one: You stand up, walk away, and pretend you never existed. Choice two?" You tilted your head, eyes gleaming. "I see how fast your skin melts before your screams get boring."

She swallowed. The fire in your palm crackled. "Tick-tock."

Dabi grinned, finally entertained. "You should listen to her, barbie," he murmured lazily. "My girl doesn’t make empty threats." The girl scrambled away, nearly tripping over her heels.

Shigaraki snickered. "Pathetic."

You turned to Dabi, flicking your fingers to snuff out the flame. "You good?"

He leaned back, watching you with approval and amusement. "Yeah," he murmured, eyeing you up.  You smirked, sliding into the seat beside him. "I know."

Dabi finally set his beer down, stretching lazily. Then, with a slow smirk, he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you onto his lap.

His lips brushed your ear.

"You're so fuckin’ hot when you're mad, doll." He tilted your chin up and kissed you—deep, slow, possessive.

“I know.”

Izuku Midoriya

Izuku was too nice for his own good. That was probably why some people thought they had a chance. But they didn’t.

Because he was yours.

The two of you were wandering through a hero merch store, surrounded by shelves of action figures, posters, and memorabilia. Izuku was in his element, eyes practically sparkling as he admired the newest All Might collectibles.

You stood beside him, watching with fond amusement as he excitedly examined a limited-edition figure. "You already have that one," you teased.

"Yeah, but this one has a different paint job!" he defended, holding it up like it was a priceless artifact.

You laughed. "You’re such a nerd." But before he could respond, she appeared.

A girl—long lashes, glossy lips, and a little too confident for her own good—approached.

She eyed Izuku like he was the latest and greatest figurine on sale and she was about to claim the last one.

You immediately picked up on her energy. And just like that, your mood shifted.

"Hey there," she smiled, stepping way too close. Izuku blinked, confused. Oblivious. "Oh, um… hi?”

She giggled, twirling a strand of hair. "You’re Izuku Midoriya, right? U.A.’s top student?"

He scratched the back of his neck, flustered. "I—uh, well, I wouldn’t say I’m the top, but—"

"You're so humble!" She leaned in, smiling way too sweetly. "I was wondering… maybe I could get your number?"

Oh, hell no. You didn’t even let Izuku respond.

Instead, you casually stepped between them, blocking her view.

"Aw, that’s adorable," you cooed, voice dripping with mock sympathy. "You actually thought you had a chance."

The girl stiffened. Izuku, finally catching on, glanced between you two, sweating bullets. "Uh—"

You turned fully to her, grinning. "Listen, sweetheart, let me save you some embarrassment." You gestured toward Izuku. "See this guy? He’s mine."

Her eyes narrowed. "Oh, really?"

You smirked. "Really. And you?" You looked her up and down. "You’re irrelevant."

The girl’s jaw dropped. The entire store went silent. Even the cashier was staring.

Izuku? Izuku looked like he wanted to sink into the floor.

"U-Uh…" he stammered, cheeks burning. "Y-Yeah, I, um… I already have a girlfriend, so—"

You interlocked your fingers with his and brushed your thumb across his scarred knuckles, eyes locked on hers in silent victory. The girl, utterly humiliated, scoffed. "Whatever. I wasn’t even that interested."

Then she turned and stormed out. The moment she was gone, Izuku let out a breath, eyes wide. "You didn’t have to be so—"

You faced him with a sickeningly sweet smile. "So what, Izu?" He gulped. "N-Never mind."

From behind the counter, the cashier whistled. You shrugged. "She asked for it."

Izuku just sighed, knowing better than to argue. And later, when he still bought the overpriced All Might figure, you let it slide. Because honestly? He deserved a little reward.

Hanta Sero

Dating Sero Hanta was never boring.

Whether it was impromptu skateboarding sessions, late-night rooftop hangouts, or movie marathons that turned into wrestling matches on the couch, he always made sure you were having fun.

And tonight? Tonight was supposed to be a chill, drama-free date. Too bad some people didn’t know when to stay in their lane.

You and him were out at a cute little arcade, battling for dominance in a heated air hockey match.

“Come on, babe, is that all you got?” Hanta grinned, his sharp teeth glinting mischievously.

You narrowed your eyes, gripping the striker. “You talk too much.” You slammed the puck straight past his defense.

6-5.

“Ohhh, shit!” you, using a completely different voice, pretended to be a crowd of people. “She’s kicking your ass, bro!”

Hanta gawked. “No way. That was—That was luck.”

You smirked. “Rematch?”

Before he could answer, a voice interrupted. “Wow, you’re really good at that.”

A girl—long legs, tight crop top, too much makeup—leaned against the side of the table, looking directly at Sero.

You already didn’t like her. “Oh, uh, thanks?” Hanta replied, confused.

She giggled, twirling a strand of hair. “You must have some really strong arms with all that tape quirk stuff you do.” She batted her lashes. “Mind if I feel?”

You raised a brow. Excuse you?

Hanta, bless his oblivious heart, just laughed awkwardly. “Uh, I think my girlfriend would mind.” She pouted. “Oh, c’mon. It’s just a touch.”

Your eye twitched. Hanta noticed, quickly stepping back. “Yeah, nah, I’m good.” But she didn’t back off.

Instead, she grabbed his wrist—actually grabbed him—and giggled. “You’re cute. You sure you don’t wanna—”

You didn’t let her finish. Without a second thought, you reached for Sero’s elbow, gave him a look and took out a set of tape—

—and wrapped her hand straight to the table.

Silence.

She stared at her taped-down wrist, blinking. “W-What the hell?!”

You smiled sweetly. “Oh, my bad! Reflex.”

Hanta just grinned, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Yeah, she’s kinda territorial.”

You tilted your head. “It’s not ‘territorial’ if you’re touching something that isn’t yours.”

The girl yanked at the tape, struggling. “Get this off me!”

He hummed, looking at his elbow. “Damn. That’s the extra-strength one, too.” Hanta turned back to you, grinning. “You wanna help her out, babe?”

You crossed your arms, tapping your chin. “Hmm… I dunno. I kinda like her like this.” The girl glared.

Hanta just laughed, wrapping an arm around your waist and pressing a quick kiss to your temple. “Gosh, I love you.”

Meanwhile, the girl? She struggled for another five minutes before an employee had to cut her loose. And by then?

You and Hanta were long gone, laughing your asses off.

Tomura Shigaraki

Shigaraki wasn’t friendly.

He wasn’t patient, he wasn’t kind, and he sure as hell wasn’t interested in making new recruits feel welcome.

The hideout was buzzing with new blood—fresh recruits eager to prove themselves. Shigaraki was bored. He sat on the couch, legs spread, hoodie slung low over his face, fingers tapping idly against his beer bottle. One tap, two taps—never five.

You were beside him, legs draped over his lap, flipping through a magazine.

It was a quiet night. Until she ruined it. Her name was Aya. Tall, slim but cocky as hell. And, unfortunately, stupid.

You noticed her immediately.

The way she strutted across the room, eyes locked onto your man like he was some prize to be won. You almost felt bad for her.

Almost.

Aya leaned over the back of the couch, pressing in way too close, her fake-sweet perfume choking the air.

"Hey, boss," she grinned mischeviously. "You look tense. Need me to help you relax?"

You didn’t even look up. Shigaraki barely acknowledged her, bored as hell. "I’d rather let my skin decay."

Toga snorted from across the room.

Aya giggled, undeterred. "Oh, come on. Don’t be like that." She reached out to grab his hand.

Wrong move.

You snatched her wrist midair, hard. The room went silent. Aya blinked, looking down at your grip, then back up at you. "Excuse me?"

You finally looked at her, deadpan. "You are."

She frowned. "Jealous much?"

You laughed. "Of what? Poor judgment?" You tilted your head, grip tightening. "You must be new if you think touching him is a good idea."

Aya scoffed, yanking her wrist back. "What, you think you scare me?"

You smiled sweetly. "Oh, honey, I don’t think. I know."

She rolled her eyes. "What are you gonna do? Fight me?"

You snorted, leaning back into Shigaraki’s side. "I’d fight you, but it’d be too easy."

Aya clenched her jaw, pissed. "Bitch—"

"Oh, shhh," you cooed, pressing a finger to her lips mockingly. "You’re embarrassing yourself, and I hate secondhand embarrassment."

Aya slapped your hand away, face burning red. Shigaraki finally turned his head, red eyes sharp with amusement. "You done?"

Aya opened her mouth, but the way he stared through her like she was dust waiting to happen shut her up real fast.

Dabi, watching from the bar, grinned. "Damn. This is better than TV."

Aya’s face twisted in rage, but she wasn’t stupid enough to push further.

She turned and stormed off.

You watched her go, then sighed. "Gosh, that was exhausting. I need a drink."

Shigaraki chuckled, finally relaxing back against the couch. His hand slid up your thigh, fingers lazy but possessive.

"Good girl," he murmured, voice dark with approval.

You smirked, letting your head fall against his shoulder. Victory tasted sweet.

They're a bit out of character, I know... but I'm slowly getting back into the gist of writing, so I'll get better.

[with-my-calamitous-love]

ARE WE FALLING LIKE SNOW AT THE BEACH?

shouto tdrk x reader

how he’d act in a relationship

same premise as the kirishima, shinso, izuku, and touya ver.

inspired by snow on the beach

shouto todoroki, who didn’t think love had a significant place in his life. who obviously felt love, from his friends, his siblings, his mom- but never the kind of love that made his heart thump out of his chest. not until he met you, that is.

shouto todoroki, who can’t get the day he first met you out of his head. it was a few moons ago, yet it replays like an award winning movie in his mind. but could anyone blame him? time stopped when he saw you. like specks of lights dancing around him. he mistakenly thought that he simply was seeing stars, dazed from the presence of you. he can’t help but wonder all the times you’ve passed by unbeknownst to him, and why it took him this long to find you.

shouto todoroki, who’s life had been emotionally abusive. his dreams at night, his waking moments, his mind, his hands, and his scars never allow him to fully escape from the past. so it makes sense just why he was so enthralled with you. he genuinely thought your quirk was the ability to stop time, the way you took the demons of his past and hushed them, allowing shouto a few moments of blissful refuge. he doesn’t understand it, but he isn’t complaining.

shouto todoroki, who doesn’t understand why you want him. who thinks that the prospect of you ever returning his feelings is impossible. who thinks its crazy, insane, uncanny, unnatural, otherworldly and fucking beautiful when you tell him you love him. he knows a lot of things, fire and ice, pain and love, mothers and fathers, life and death, but his favourite is you and him. even if it made no sense to him.

shouto todoroki, who maybe isn’t the most conversational type at times. who tilts his head adorably when you tell him a joke that flies over his head. who barley uses the class group chat, or his siblings group chat that he adds you too. who tries for you, sending emoji’s or (quite random) gifs when words fail him. he’s trying, and you love him for it.

shouto todoroki, who knows more about emotions than he lets on. who is your comfort person. who asks if you want advice for just someone for listen. who holds you while you cry, kisses your forehead and rubs circles on your back. who sits with you, holding your hand while he explains his point of view on things. who is always on your side, always knows what to say, and is always there for you.

shouto todoroki, who doesn’t understand how handsome he is. who is aware of his reputation for being the most handsome guy of 1-A, yet is so dense its adorable. who didn’t really care about what we wore until he started dating you. who suddenly feels confident in his looks, never denying the pink that blooms on his cheeks when you compliment him. who just wants to look his best for you.

shouto todoroki, who is physically incapable of finding you unattractive. who will call you beautiful when you’ve just woken up with pimple patches. when you’re all sweaty from a workout. when you’re bruised from training too hard or sobbing over some dumb drama. who thinks you’re stunning when you’re you.

shouto todoroki, whose nicknames for you are beautiful, love, darling, gorgeous, or just your name.

shouto todoroki, who opens up to you. who tells you about his past, his father, his oldest brother… who expects you to turn away in disgust. who considers just hiding away all his traumas, afraid to lose what he has with you. who watches in absolute, starstruck awe when you love him anyway.

speaking of his past… shouto todoroki, who defends you with his life. who absolutely does not care what his father thinks of you. who speaks of you like you are the creator of the universe itself when his family asks about you. who assures the people around him of his love for you, that he’s found someone who makes him happy.

shouto todoroki, who is a gentlemen in a world of boys. who leans down when you’re talking to him so you can speak in his ear. who always drives no matter what. who pays for your everything before you can protest. who zips up your clothes, buttons up your jackets, holds your bags and sleeps on the outer end of the bed. who knows everything you deserve and stops at nothing to be that for you.

shouto todoroki, can’t even speak when he’s around you. he won’t dare to jinx it, and he’s scared of wishing it. who hopes that despite how foreign and strange love may feel, that you truly are the one. who prays that you’re what he deserves, and that he can he everything you deserve and more. who’s smile lights up like a contest when you text him. who can’t be dishonest about how hard and how beautiful he’s fallen for you. who wonders if this can be a real thing. can it?

shouto todoroki, who falls for you like snow on the beach. who knows its weird, and that it shouldn’t happen, and loves you more for it. who would fall for you again, and again, and again, simply because its you.

bakugou version next!

[ttoya]

DABI x HAWKS x TOMURA ✩ S7E1