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isabeauwolf · 3 days ago

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Damn, talk about spice and heartbreak first thing in the morning 😭 So good. Fox God, Touya? Yes!

Baby let me hold you while I cry with you! @angelblueflame

Imagine you’re a Tourist, ducking into an old temple to get out from a sudden rainstorm, and coming face to face with the temple’s guardian fox spirit, Dabi. You’re supposed to leave an offering when you enter a temple yannow, and if you have nothing to give, perhaps you could offer your body~

a/n I’m a bit scared uploading this, because it turned out differently than expected, but it’s another one of my favorites so I hope you like it too

ღ dabi x you —when the fox calls

The storm hit without warning. One minute she was admiring the mossy stillness of a winding mountain path and the next, a low growl of thunder rolled over the hills like a warning. Rain followed fast. Thick, cold drops slapping her skin, soaking through her jacket in seconds. Her map was useless now, her phone already dead from too many photo stops and not enough signal. She was alone, lost in a forest somewhere outside Kyoto, and the path had long since turned to slippery mud.

Then she saw it—half-hidden by vines and trees—a small gate, half-open, with a weathered sign: Kitsune-no-Miya. Shrine of the Fox.

The stone steps beyond were cracked and crooked, climbing into shadow. She should’ve turned back. Every guidebook said to avoid unfamiliar shrines. Especially ones so old they didn’t even show up on Google Maps. But the sky cracked again, thunder rumbling like a beast’s growl, and she didn’t hesitate. She ran through the torii gate, up the steps, her soaked shoes slapping against the stone.

The shrine was ancient. No bright vermilion paint, no souvenir stands or donation boxes. Just silence and the scent of wet earth. The main temple building stood crookedly behind a courtyard of moss and broken lanterns. And in the middle of the open space, weathered by time and rain, was a fox statue.

It was beautiful. The fox sat upright on its haunches, mouth slightly open, ears alert. Its eyes were made of polished obsidian that seemed to shimmer despite the darkness. Its tail curled behind it with elegance and a thick white stone collar rested around its throat.

She didn’t realize she was staring until the rain slowed. The storm was still rumbling, but above the shrine, a strange hush had fallen. As if the world had gone still. She stepped closer to the statue. “Hi,” she whispered, unsure why she was speaking at all. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to intrude. I just… I needed somewhere to wait out the storm.”

The shrine didn’t answer. Of course it didn’t. She exhaled shakily. Her hands were trembling from cold. Her hair clung to her cheeks. She looked around, wondering if she could stay under the roof until the rain passed. She was already planning how to apologize in the guest book, if she found one, when she turned back—the statue was gone.

No, not gone. He was standing there. Not a statue. Not human. The fox god.

He stood where the statue had been, tall and still, silver-white hair spiked in waves around his head. His skin gleamed moon-pale in the stormlight, smooth and untouched. His dark kimono fluttered around his legs, though no wind blew. His eyes were turquoise. Not just colored, lit. Like candle flames caught in the ocean. Ancient. Sharp. Watching her.

Her breath caught while he didn’t speak or move at all. Yet she somehow understood, that she had come to his shrine, uninvited, unprepared. And worse, with no offering to give.

Her stomach twisted. This wasn’t a tourist stop. This wasn’t a safe little photo op for her feed. This was his domain and she had entered with empty hands and muddy shoes.

“I…” she started shakily. “I didn’t mean to—please, I didn’t know this shrine was still…”

Still what? Still sacred? Still watched?

He silently stepped closer. “You speak as though that matters,” he said, his voice a soft purr. It sent chills through her. “Ignorance doesn’t free you from the debt you now owe.”

She swallowed. Her knees wanted to buckle. Her body wanted to run, but something deeper, lower, pulled her still. “I… I don’t have anything.”

No coins. No offerings. No incense. No prayer.

“Nothing?” he asked.

His eyes gleamed as he looked at her. Not just at her, but through her. As if her body, her soul, her want, were all laid bare to him. The weight of his gaze made her skin burn, despite the cold.

She shook her head, lips trembling. “Nothing.”

He stopped inches from her, close enough that she could feel the strange warmth coming off him. A fire or smoke beyond reach. His head tilted curiously, yet amused. “Then, what will you give me?”

Lightning flashed. The air between them cracked.

She should have said sorry again. She should have begged for forgiveness. She should have dropped to her knees and prayed. Instead, her lips parted. She looked up at him with wet lashes, her heart pounding. “…Me.”

The fox god smiled hungrily.

For a moment the storm held its breath. The rain stopped. The wind vanished. The sky above the shrine shimmered with a strange glow. Not daylight, not moonlight, but something caught between.

And Touya, the fox god, watched her. “You,” he murmured, as if tasting the word. “A mortal with no name, no coin, no gift… offering herself.”

His voice wrapped around her like silk, like smoke, like fingers she couldn’t see. She tried to take it back, but the words tangled in her throat. He was so close now. His scent—earth and fire and something sweet, like plum wine—made her dizzy.

He leaned in, lips brushing just beside her ear. “Do you know what it means… to offer yourself to a fox?”

She shivered. “N-no,” she admitted.

He chuckled wickedly. “Good.”

He stepped back, and in a blur of pale motion, he circled her, stalking around. Like a flame dancing just out of reach. She turned with him, dizzy from the slow pace, the way his eyes dragged over her skin like claws wrapped in velvet.

“I could keep you here,” he murmured. “Bury your name. Tangle you in silk and illusion until you forget what time is.”

He passed behind her, his fingers—claw-tipped—brushing lightly down her spine. Her breath hitched. “I could make you dream forever. Make you mine in a thousand lives and never give you back.”

She turned. “Would you… hurt me?”

The look he gave her was unreadable. “No,” he said. “But I’ll ruin you.”

Then he stepped closer again, until his chest nearly brushed hers. He tilted her chin up with one finger, his touch strangely warm. “Are you willing?”

Her lips parted, but no sound came. Her whole body was trembling in something raw and ancient and new. She nodded and he smiled again. This time, almost… gentle.

But his next move was not. The temple around them shifted. One blink, and the moss, the rain, the broken stone was gone. They stood inside now. Somewhere deeper, sacred, older than any shrine she’d seen. Tatami mats beneath her feet. Lanterns burning with blue flame. Incense curling in the air like breath.

And in the center a bed. Woven silk sheets in black and white. Cherry blossoms drifting from a tree with no visible trunk. The air smelled of longing, of memory, of things lost and never mourned.

She turned toward him. “What happens now?” she asked.

He smiled, stepping toward her with eyes that glittered like dusk. “Now,” he said, undoing the sash at his waist with one slow, fluid motion, “I show you what it means to belong to a fox.”

Her breath caught in her throat as the silk robes slipping from his shoulders like water. He wasn’t modest. Why would a god be? He was all pale and sharp elegance with long limbs, a torso lean with power, etched with faint ink-like markings that shimmered faintly in the blue firelight. Sacred sigils—marks of power, of something older than language. And those glowing turquoise eyes never left her.

“Take off your clothes,” he said. It didn’t even sounded demanding, more like a truth as natural as asking the moon to rise.

Her hands moved before she could question it. Trembling fingers peeled her out of her wet shirt, out of her soaked jeans, until she stood before him in nothing but breath and bare skin. He moved closer again. His fingers trailed up her arm slowly, but beneath the calm was something coiled. Something dangerous and possessive.

“You don’t understand what you’ve given,” he murmured. “But that’s what makes it beautiful.”

She shivered. “Then… teach me.”

His lips twitched into something between a smirk and a snarl. “I will.”

He pushed her back gently until her knees met the silk-covered bed and she fell into it, sinking into softness that felt unreal. Like the whole room was alive. Touya knelt over her and then he touched her. But gods don’t touch the way mortals do. There was no fumbling. No hesitation. His fingers ghosted down her throat, across her chest, her hips, her thighs. Strokes that felt like fire beneath skin. Each brush of his hand left warmth blooming, deeper than nerves, down to the bone. As if he wasn’t just touching her body, but rewriting it and making it his. He kissed her slow and yet he claimed her. Tongue sliding between her lips with practiced ease, tasting her gasps, drinking every tremble. His hands pinned hers to the sheets and when she arched up for more, he just laughed into her mouth.

“Greedy little thing,” he purred. “I haven’t even begun.”

He slid down her body, sharp teeth grazing her skin, fangs just shy of breaking. He left heat and need in his wake. Danced with her on the edge of what was painful and what was pleasure. But when he finally took and filled her, it was like falling.

Her body opened under him, every inch drawn tight with ecstasy and overwhelming pressure, like she was being filled with something more than just flesh. Like he was sinking into her soul and setting it alight. He moved deep, slow, perfect, dragging out every cry, every gasp. Her hands clawed at his back. Her thighs shook around his hips.

He groaned into her neck, “You feel like devotion.”

That made her realize that he was worshipping her and binding her. Because fox gods do not take what’s offered and let it go. They take and keep. Even as she fell apart beneath him—again, and again, and again—she could feel his energy sinking into her like ink into silk. Something dark. Something permanent. A bond.

“Mine,” he growled as she came undone, body arching beneath his, slick and hot and helpless.

The word echoed in the air like a curse. A vow. A lock clicking shut. Her eyes fluttered open and vision turned hazy, and then she saw them. Not the fox statue. Not a god. But tails—nine of them—white as bone, coiled in the shadows, surrounding the bed like a cage. And Touya’s mouth curled against her throat, his voice a whisper made of smoke and blood. “You’ll never leave this shrine again.”

There was no sun in the temple. No sunrise. No moon. Just a soft, golden twilight that never changed. The same filtered glow through paper screens. The same warm breeze that never moved the trees. The same sound of wind chimes that never quite came from anywhere.

At first she tried to count the days. She used little stones from the garden, stacking them on the windowsill. But one morning—if it was morning—they were gone. And when she asked Touya, he just smiled and said, “What would you need time for?”

The shrine gave her everything. Silks in every color. Sweet rice wine, warm baths, books she didn’t recognize but could somehow read. Her body never aged. She never bled. Her hunger was always sated. Her skin glowed like something newly made.

And Touya was sometimes there. Sometimes gone. When he was near, the temple pulsed with it. The fire in the lanterns burned hotter. The air shimmered. He’d pull her into his lap beneath the blooming tree that never shed a petal and kiss her like she was the last mortal left. His tongue would tease her mouth open while his fingers found her pulse, always murmuring—

“My little offering…”

“You belong to me…”

“You were made for this…”

But then he’d vanish. For hours. Days. Weeks? She never knew. When he was gone, the temple grew quiet, empty. The food still appeared. The fire still burned. But everything felt thinner. Her thoughts wandered more. She’d stare at the walls, wondering what season it was back home. Did her friends think she was dead? Was her family searching for her? Sometimes she’d scream his name just to feel real.

And every time the ache in her chest reached its sharpest point, when her memories of the world before became too loud to silence, Touya returned Always behind her. Always touching before she even heard him.

“Did you miss me, little human?” he would whisper, dragging his fingers up her inner thigh, his other hand at her throat.

Her body would betray her before her mouth could answer. Arching, whimpering, welcoming. That’s how he played her. With kisses between her shoulders and slow thrusts that made her forget what crying felt like. With his tongue in her mouth and her legs hooked over his arms as he drove into her so deep she saw stars that didn’t exist. With his voice right in her ear—

“You don’t miss them. You miss me.”

“There’s no world but mine.”

“This temple is your home and I’m your god.”

And afterward, she’d lie in his arms with her thighs slick and trembling, her eyes dazed. He’d stroke her hair and hum a melody older than language while she forgot what the sky looked like. And if she cried? He’d kiss her tears and say softly, “Mortals always grieve the leash at first.”

It began when she followed a sound. A strange, low laughter echoing down the eastern corridor of the temple, the one Touya always told her not to enter.

She shouldn’t have gone. She knew that. But he was gone again. She hadn’t seen him in… time didn’t work right here. But her heart ached. Her body missed his hands, his mouth, his voice curling around her name like silk.

So she followed the laughter. It led her to a room she’d never seen before, wide and gold, draped in veils and incense smoke. The air smelled like jasmine and foxglove. And sitting on cushions in a ring of shimmering firelight were women. Not quite women. Not mortal. Fox spirits.

All of them otherworldly. Long pale limbs, sharp claws tipped in gold. Eyes like fire opals. Nine tails each, swaying behind them like wind in tall grass. They lounged in silk robes that slipped too easily down their shoulders, whispering and giggling, licking sweet wine from each other’s fingers.

When she entered the room went still. Every head turned and every gaze burned.

“Well, well…” one purred, rising to her feet with a smile full of fangs. “The little pet.”

“She’s real,” another whispered. “I thought he made her up.”

“She’s soft,” a third sneered, crawling closer, nose twitching. “She smells like him.”

The first one circled her. Fingers ghosted across her jaw, her throat. Her tails brushed the girl’s legs, making her shiver. “He gave you his mark, didn’t he?” she said, low and dark. “You let him rut you like a beast and thought it meant love.”

Her voice cracked. “I-I didn’t—”

“Oh, little offering,” the fox cooed, eyes gleaming. “You’re not his only worshipper. We’ve served him for centuries. We bleed for him. Burn for him. We were his favorites until you.”

Another one growled, crawling toward her on all fours. “You think a god like Touya binds himself to one mortal girl? You’re just his newest game.”

“She’s not even a fox,” one spat. “No tails, no magic. Just holes and tears.”

She turned to run—heart pounding, breath ragged—but the doors slammed shut behind her. The foxes moved, sleek and hungry, surrounding her like a slow tide. But then he came. Blue fire exploded in the room, licking up the walls. The fox spirits hissed and scattered, tails snapping in fury.

Touya stood in the doorway. Naked from the waist up. Eyes glowing gold-turquoise, hair wild and lips curled in a snarl. “She’s mine. Touch her again and I’ll rip your souls from your pretty throats.”

The room emptied in an instant, whispers of foxfire and perfume vanishing into smoke.

And she? She collapsed. But before her knees hit the floor Touya caught her. He cradled her like glass, like something sacred. He kissed her temple and carried her back to his bed in silence. But later, when he had her naked and spread beneath him—fucked full of his cock, her fingers tangled in his hair—he whispered the truth—

“They were right.”

Thrust.

“You’re just a mortal.”

Thrust.

“You’ll break long before they do.”

He leaned down and licked the tear that slid down her cheek. “But gods don’t love foxes. We love what we can ruin.” And he fucked her harder, like he wanted to ruin everything.

It started with whispers. Soft like the wind, but too cold. She’d lie in the temple’s endless twilight, waiting for Touya to return and hear the fox spirits behind the walls. Singing. Laughing. Mimicking her voice in mocking tones.

“Touya, please…”

“Touch me, Touya…”

“Do you love me now, Touya?”

She stopped eating. The food tasted like ash. The silks itched her skin. The temple that once felt warm and dreamlike now pulsed with something rotten. The air had teeth.

When Touya appeared, he kissed her with the same hunger, but she didn’t kiss back. He made love to her. She didn’t moan. He whispered all the sweet nothings she used to melt for. She just stared. Eyes wide. Blank. Gone.

“Look at me,” he growled once, gripping her chin as he thrusted hard, frantic and desperate into her. “Tell me you’re mine.”

She blinked. And said nothing. He came inside her, panting, nails leaving crescent moons on her hips. But it didn’t matter. She didn’t cry. She didn’t scream.

She just turned her face away and whispered. “I don’t want to be anything anymore.”

The foxes were however were pleased. They brushed her hair when Touya wasn’t looking. Fed her lies like honey. Told her she was just a vessel and that gods don’t love, they only use.

“She was your favorite,” one hissed into Touya’s ear as he walked past. “And now she’s nothing. You made her this.”

He slaughtered that fox. Burned her to smoke, but the damage was done.

He tried to summon storms. Tried to make the sky real again, to break the temple open and let the world back in. But she didn’t notice. She sat by the pond in a thin white robe, pale legs folded and eyes vacant.

Once he knelt beside her and pressed her hand to his chest. “Do you feel that?” he whispered. “I wasn’t supposed to have a heart. But you… you gave me one.”

She smiled faintly. “I think I left mine somewhere in the forest.”

He kissed her. She didn’t kiss him back. And then he stopped leaving the temple. He stopped touching anyone else.

The other foxes grew bitter, but they didn’t dare go near her anymore. Touya’s fire scorched the stones when they tried. He protected her body like it was sacred, but her mind? It was slipping into silence.

He fucked her harder. He fucked her softer. He begged. He wept. But she stared past him every time.

One night, he wrapped her in his tails and held her close. He kissed her so hard until her lips bled and whispered. “I’ll make you a goddess. I’ll give you tails. I’ll give you eternity. Just stay with me.”

She whispered back. “I don’t want to be anything you can keep.”

And Touya—god of flame, god of foxes, trickster and devourer of offerings— broke. Because now, even when he holds her… he can’t have her.

The last time he touched her she was still warm. Her body curled on the bed where he had once worshipped her, night after night. Where he had made her scream and cry and beg and fall silent.

But now? She was still with her eyes closed. No breath left in her lungs. No beat that had made him purr whenever he felt it under his palm and lips. No soul that shone so brightly that even a god wanted to kneel.

Touya fell to his knees. Not as a god, or as a fox. Just a being that had loved too selfishly. He begged. He kissed her lips, her throat, the place between her brows where he used to whisper his favorite lies. He called her name into the fire, and for first time the fire didn’t answer.

The fox spirits gathered outside the chamber, whispering nervously—

“She’s really gone.”

“She was just a mortal…”

“She was his heart.”

Touya stepped out, barefoot and blood-eyed. He said nothing when he killed them all. Every fox. Every sister. Every tail. He turned the temple into a pyre. Let the golden woods burn. Let the silks turn to smoke. Let the wind-chimes scream like dying stars. Let the shrine crumble to its bones.

When it was over, he carried her body to the highest point of the ruin and laid her down on a bed of ash. The twilight was still there, flickering weakly around the edges of the world. Like it didn’t know what to be anymore.

He sat beside her, and for the first time in eternity—Touya was silent.

They say he never left that spot. That the god of fire and foxes, once playful and cruel and gleaming, became a ruin himself. Stone-eyed. Covered in soot. Wrapped in the last of his nine tails. Watching over a corpse that never rotted, surrounded by a temple that never rebuilt itself.

But sometimes when the wind is quiet, when the ash settles, when the fire dies low…

A flicker appears beside him. A soft glow. A shimmer of soul. The last breath of the girl who broke his heart. She curls beside him in the soot, not quite alive, not quite gone. And though she never speaks and never smiles, he turns his head to watch her.

“Stay with me.”

And her glow stays. Forever.

#this was so beautifully written my heart is aching-#the pain and sorrow is too real #touya todoroki smut #touya todoroki x reader #the beginning really got me excited and daydreaming for this scenario when ill go as a tourist to japan #BUT THEN IT SHATTERED ME 😭#Isabeau fanfic rec #Fox God/Spirit Touya!#spice and feels this morning

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sugarwarachan · 2 months ago

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best friend touya finding out you don't watch porn because you've never found anything you liked.

he asks if he can send you links, show you what's out there from a trusted source. you've always low-key had a thing for him, so you agree, even though a part of you knows there's no coming back to normal friendship after this.

the links start out tame, almost sweet. you've seen porn like it before, the basic shit that looks like a couple made a home movie. it’s not that you find it unappealing; you simply feel nothing watching two strangers fuck like they’re in love.

you send a thumbs-down reaction to the messages.

touya texts back: well shit

a flurry of links blow up your phone and you don’t get the strategy until you find one, buried in the middle, that reads: fucking my best friend so hard he cries

with your heart in your throat, you thumbs-up the message.

touya replies immediately.

omw

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diaryofavillainwhore · 19 hours ago

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— Corrupt Me Softly

She smiled too easily. That’s the first thing he noticed about her.

In a city choked with smoke and rot, she was all softness and light. The kind of girl who bent to help a bleeding stranger. Who picked flowers from the cracks in the pavement. Who still clapped when pro heroes gave speeches and said things like “We’ll protect you.”

It was fucking laughable. Pathetic. He hated girls like that. He wanted girls like that. No, he wanted her.

Dabi first saw her during a league attack gone wrong. Her arms were wrapped around a sobbing child, blood on her hands, eyes wide and too brave. She looked up and saw him through the fire. His face was half hidden by staples and shadow, but he saw her clearly. That beautiful soft face, the big eyes. And what she didn’t do. What she should’ve done. She didn’t scream or beg. She watched him with unblinking eyes… and that was it.

He should’ve turned her into kindling. Should’ve reduced her to bones and ash, like the rest of the meatbags in the way. But something about her made him pause for a second. And in that second, the idea planted itself like a spark on dry wood.

What would someone like her sound like when she cried for him?

She didn’t even know his name, not really. She had heard rumors about the league of villains and its members. But he was like whispers in the smoke.

And he followed her every day. Sat on rooftops with a cigarette between his teeth, watching her go about her sunshine life. She wore skirts that floated when she walked. Took care of stray cats. Gave money to buskers. Laughed with her friends like she hadn’t seen a man burn alive last week.

He started slow. A scorched bouquet outside her door. A voice in the dark. A heat on the back of her neck when she walked alone. She left her curtains open like an invitation, like she wanted to be seen.

And Dabi? He watched her sleep. Watched her press her knees together in bed like she was pretending not to be needy. She was aching for something she didn’t understand yet and it made him smile, because he’d be the only one able to give it to her.

Then the man at her work smiled too long. Chatted her up with clear intentions. She was too naive to notice, but Dabi saw everything, and he acted.

Two days later, he was found in an alley, tongue cooked black, hands melted down to the knuckles. No suspects. No witnesses. Just a message burned into the bricks.

‘Don’t touch what’s mine.’

She knew. She knew he was watching her, and she didn’t tell the heroes. That’s when he knew she’d break.

When he finally showed himself again, it was in the alley behind her apartment. Her hands trembled, But she didn’t run.

“What do you want from me?” she whispered.

He stepped close. Breath hot against her ear. His fingers slid over her jaw like he was touching glass. “Everything.”

And he took everything piece by piece. First, her time. Then, her truth. He made her lie to her friends. Made her second-guess the people she trusted. Made her sneak out just to hear his voice. She started trembling not from fear, but from want. From the sick little thrill of hearing her name curl off his tongue like a threat.

When she told him she still believed in heroes, he laughed. “Then why do you moan like a sinner when I touch you?”

One day, she came to her childhood home to black smoke in the distance. Gone—burned to the ground. Every memory, every piece of who she used to be, gone. Gone. Gone. Gone.

He found her on her knees in the rain, sobbing. And all he did was kneel behind her and stroke her hair like a lover. “They never gave a fuck about you. They loved your brother more. They always did. Now they can’t hurt you anymore.”

She screamed at him. Fought him. Hit him until her knuckles split. And he let her, because pain is still attention and rage is still connection.

Beneath it all, her heart was cracking like glass under pressure. “You’re sick,” she spat.

“No, baby,” he purred, cupping her face, his thumb brushing the tear on her cheek. “I’m in love.”

She had a plan. A secret exit stashed under the floorboards—money, a burner phone, a recording of what Dabi had done. Names. Dates. Faces.

He had changed her. He had Warped her. He had twisted everything she believed in. But maybe… maybe she still had time to undo it.

She told herself she wasn’t running from him, just running back to the truth. Back to the heroes she once adored. To justice and to the light that used to warm her, before cold flames surrounded her like a shield. No, not a shield, but a cage.

One last chance to escape the monster who lived in her shadow.

She got as far as one street away from the agency. Her hands trembled as she looked up at the building. Its sleek glass windows reflecting hope, safety, salvation.

Her eyes burned with tears. She stepped forward, and a hand closed over her wrist. Hot. Unmistakable. Dabi.

“You really thought I wouldn’t find out?” he murmured behind her, low and calm, the way it always was right before he snapped. “After everything I gave you, everything I burned for you… you really thought you could crawl back to them?”

She gasped, tried to yank her arm free, but he was already dragging her backwards into the alley. Into the dark, and out of sight.

Her body betrayed her, like whenever he touched her. When she smelled that unmistakable scent of smoke and musk. She shivered at his touch, weak with adrenaline and full of twisted memories.

“No—let me go, Dabi—” she whimpered weakly.

“No,” he growled, shoving her against the damp brick wall, pressing his body to hers. “You don’t get to fucking leave.”

Despite the beautiful sunny day, the alley was tight and cold. A siren wailed in the distance. She still could see the hero agency’s sign, beyond the edge of the wall. So close. Even a single scream could save her, but the fear of what would happen to Dabi overpowered the need to step back into the light.

So she let him held her there, trapped in the shadows, his hands sliding under her shirt like he owned her.

“You thought you were a civilian again?” he sneered. “That you could go back to your little sunshine life and wash the filth off? You’re not one of them anymore. You’re mine.”

She whimpered, struggling, tears slipping down her cheeks. “I just wanted to feel normal again.”

He pressed his forehead to hers, his voice turned dangerously soft. “You were normal. I made you better. I made you real. I made you mine. And now you’re gonna show me you remember that.”

She froze as he dropped to his knees in the filth of the alleyway, yanked her panties down beneath her skirt, and pushed her thighs apart. “Dabi, no—please, someone might see—”

“Then maybe they’ll learn who you belong to.”

He licked a slow stripe up her inner thigh, fingers bruising her hips as he buried his face into her soaked cunt. There wasn’t anything gentle about the way he ate her. Every lick, every suck was punishment. Her back arched against the brick. Her mouth fell open in a silent cry. It was sick and twisted how she wept for him.

“That’s it,” he rasped against her pussy, pulling away just enough to look up at her. “Say you missed me. Say you missed my mouth, my cock, my hands around your throat. Say you don’t want them. You want me.”

She shook her head, choking on a sob, “I—I wanted out—”

“Liar. You wanted to be caught. You wanted me to remind you how fucking good it feels to be ruined.”

He stood and opened the zipper of his pants, enough to free his partly burned cock out. Angry, hot and leaking for her. He gripped her thigh with one hand and hooked it around his waist. The other holds his cock tightly, smacking it against her swollen clit until she was sobbing. Then he thrusted into her in one brutal push. She cried out, eyes wide, walls clenching around him with betrayal and sick, molten need.

“You hear that?” he growled, rolling his hips in slow, devastating rhythm. “That wet little pussy knows where she belongs. Not in some glass tower full of hypocrites. Not at the feet of heroes. Here. In the dark. Taking me like a fucking whore.”

He kissed her like he was starving. Fucked her like he was punishing her for the thought of leaving. Slow and mean, hands holding her open, body caging her in, fucking her against the bricks like she was nothing but his plaything.

“Tell me,” he hissed against her ear, “do the heroes make you cum like I do? Do they choke you while you beg for more? Do they own your fucking soul like I do?”

She sobbed and wailed and squeezed her eyes shut. Pleasure and shame blurted the edges of her mind. “Please,” she whimpered.

He pulled out almost entirely, then slammed back in with a growl. “Say. It. Say you’re mine. Say you never fucking left.”

And with her face soaked, her thighs shaking, her pussy gripping him like she never wanted to let go—she cracked. She cracked and broke completely. “I’m yours. I never left. I can’t—I can’t live without you—”

He groaned deeply and looked up to the sky, like he was thanking every fucked up god that she’d be finally his. His hips started to stutter as he ground deep inside her and spilled her womb full of him. He held her there for a long moment, still buried inside her. His grip bruised her skin, two hearts pounding like war drums and finding the same rhythm.

Then he kissed her temple so sweetly it made her cry again. “That’s my girl. You’ll never leave again. Not unless you want the world to burn for it.”

for @dabislittlemouse, because corruption never felt so good

#dabi #dabi x you #dabi x reader #touya x you #touya x reader #dabi smut #touya smut #touya todoroki x you #touya todoroki x reader #touya todoroki smut #touya todoroki #toya todoroki #mha #mha x you #mha x reader #mha smut #my hero academia x you #my hero academia smut #my hero academia

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rueclfer · 2 hours ago

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RUE!! Congrats on 6k, oh my goodness!!!!

For the job fair request, what do you think about doing something with coworker!Touya, and animal care?

Y’know just a thought 👀👉🏼👈🏼

hiiiii thank you hehe i didnt realize i had another animal care submission with touya mmmmhhm fuck itttt lets do it!!

vet assistant!touya // job fair

event m.list

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someonespecialokay · 4 days ago

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Dabi who tries to hide his excitement and nonchalantly types “omw,” but it autocorrects to “On my way!” and automatically sends too, and so he feels so incredibly exposed

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fluff-n-cookies · 13 hours ago

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You think Dabi would lose his shit if his kid ended up with the same quirk he had?

oh hi hello yes yes, please ignore the fact that it's taken me 6 months to get to you I am very sorry, I was NOT feeling the best these past few months but I've got my spirit back, but I do like this ask and do not have the heart to delate it so...

TW: Canon typical violence probs, I mean it's Dabi he's a warning of his own, I'll try and keep it fluffy, a little swearing, platonic x reader!

and without further a-do

it's dabi!

I actually touched on his very, very lightly in endeavour's intro/headcanons

(and I also do plan on adding this as an event in my Dad! Dabi series, so excuse me if I'm being vague I don't want to give you spoilers to those who don't want it)

I quote "reader is 4 and gets her quirk in the story. her quirk is a heightened version of shoto’s quirk which I’ll expand on if this is the fan favorite."

And since clearly, it IS a fan favorite I'll expand.

Essenially, reader's quirk allows her to control the temperature of nearly everything around her, not limited to freezing water (ice) or super heating fire (Dabi's blue flames)

say, she could increase the body temp of her foe to cause a heat wave

or chill the air so that heat related quirk's (for example bakugou's explosions) would make less an impact.

I haven't worked out the details too much, I'd be open to hearing your guy's thoughts on all this.

but for the sake of staying on topic, let's say it starts with a regular old red flame popping out of nowhere one day,

Dabi would immediately lose his shit.

I'm not kidding, his first reaction is to panic, his second is to try and calm you down.

holds you and hugs you as if it's the end of the world

even if you're not upset, he'll act as if you're dying!

and since I can't tell you all too many details.

Instead, I'll tell you his thoughts.

"fuck, fuck! she'll burn herself! we need to get quirk cancellers, or something! oh God, it's over. it's over, she's gonna want to be a hero, then- then she'll get a boyfriend won't she- and then she's gonna DIE"

he's a little delusional, but nevertheless, lovingly delusional.

He tells you it's not good to use your quirk, that it's dangerous, and if you do "I'm going to be very sad, you don't want me sad do you?"

at some point, he'll tell you that the reason he's all purple stapled, is because a hero burned him with their fire, and that's why he hates heros and hates fire, even his own quirk.

he says that's the reason he never uses his quirk, and why you shouldn't either.

essenially gaslighting you into thinking that is power you have can only be used for evil purposes.

of course however that can all change if you meet the rest of your family....

I'll leave it there, I hope this was entertaining to SOMEONE out there

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tenkosimp13 · 4 days ago

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Why is this man so hot!?!

#mha dabi #touya todoroki x reader

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bloomness · 1 month ago

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HIT THE DUST

being the valedictorian of your class doesn’t change your boyfriend snobby attitude but he still loves you

ft. touya todoroki/dabi

contains: gn!reader, established relationship, lots of swearing

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imagination-mess · 5 hours ago

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A Second Chance at Life (Touya Todoroki X Fem!Reader) Chapter 8

Summary: For the past five years, you’ve been raising your son as a single mother. You’ve successfully avoided questions about his father by claiming that he died during the Paranormal Liberation War. From what you believe, this isn’t a lie. The last time you saw him was when he personally escorted you to U.A.’s shelter amidst the chaos in the streets.

Unbeknownst to you, he has been alive all this time, clinging to life in a facility working to keep him alive. His father, Enji, has been desperately searching for someone willing to heal him. After his presumed death, a single photo of you and Dabi began circulating through the underground, hinting at the nature of your relationship. To protect yourself and your child, you had to pay someone to stop the pictures from spreading further.

The photo provided answers to a long-standing question: who was the healer Dabi had been protecting? It identified you as the healer who had been deemed untouchable, but it also brought unwanted attention.

A/N: Sorry for any grammar or spelling errors in advance.

Word Count: 1.9K+ Masterlist of ASCAF Previously Chapter Seven

The soft beeping of machines was the only sound Touya could hear as he slowly woke up, surrounded by the sterile, familiar smell of the hospital.

His eyes fluttered a few times before his vision adjusted. Above him was a plain white ceiling and a fire sprinkler. His gaze drifted to the sides, spotting two windows on opposite ends of the room, curtains drawn for privacy. His attention landed on a whiteboard with a large, clearly printed message:

Please press the button in your left hand when you are awake.

Was this a dream?

Or…

Was he dissociating again?

The last thing he remembered was being rushed through hospital halls, the lights overhead blurring past as they pushed him in urgency. He couldn’t make out what they were shouting. His body had been shutting down against his will.

He used to think it was a myth — that your life flashes before your eyes when you’re about to die.

But it wasn’t a myth for him. He saw it and felt it. Terrifying and painful, moment after moment replayed. And at the end of it all, there was you , walking someone back to the U.A. shelter. The last thing he remembered was your smile, but even that was hazy. Your face wouldn’t come clearly. Just a blur. A voice he barely held onto.

He could hardly remember your face now. Too many years spent dissociating during confinement, using it as a shield from the pain that came when even the strongest meds stopped working.

Now, he didn’t feel pain.

Now, though, there was no pain…only a strange weight in his limbs.

He tried moving his fingers. They trembled. Slowly, he felt the small object in his palm. It took every bit of focus to curl his fingers around it.

His thumb brushed over the button as he clenched his teeth, focusing all his effort on making his body obey.

A soft chime rang through the room.

His body gave in, muscles relaxing, too exhausted for anything more.

A few minutes passed before a familiar face entered the room.

Kaito, your father stepped in, offering a soft, reassuring smile.

"Good morning, Mr. Todoroki. I am Dr. (L/N). Let me run a few quick examinations before we get you some soup to start with. Then, we'll work toward solid foods. I’ll also catch you up on everything that’s happened, alright?"

The white-haired man came beside him and wrote something on his clipboard, glancing at the machine beside the bed.

"You’ve been unconscious for over a month now. It took longer than expected for you to wake up. You’re going to be disoriented and sluggish for a little while, and probably confused. It’s normal. Nothing to worry about." Kaito said, putting the clipboard down and hearing the water faucet turn on.

"I'm just going to test your strength. I'll place my hand in yours, and I want you to squeeze as hard as you can. After that, we'll see if you can move your toes and fingers. Then we'll get you some soup. You need to be on a liquid diet for a bit."

Kaito moved closer and placed his hand within Touya's grip before glancing up at the doctor.

"Squeeze my hand as best as you can. I’m just testing how well the operation connected your nerves to your muscles. After that, you can try moving your toes whenever you wish," he explained.

Touya did as he was told but struggled. He could barely manage it, but he did it. That was the best he could do. He had to try again with his right hand, the one he had believed was destroyed. His right hand was much harder to move, and he realized just how much heavier it felt compared to his left.

Kaito was watching him carefully, but his expression remained unreadable. He walked away, grabbing his clipboard once more. He returned to Touya's bedside and flashed a light at his eyes, prompting him to follow it. As he did, Kaito wrote something down.

"One last thing. Can you speak for me? One word would be enough. Even a curse word would count," Kaito asked with an amused smile.

Touya’s throat felt painfully dry, as if he hadn’t spoken in years. Despite the discomfort, he forced the words out, even though it felt like sandpaper scraping against his throat. A hoarse rasp escaped, and he tried to swallow, barely managing it due to the lack of saliva.

"W-what had-hap-pened?" His voice was weak and strained barely above a whisper. "You were taken in as a case study to see if someone with severe burns and near-death injuries could survive if their body was healed. It was done with your father's permission. No one wanted to take your case until Dr. Remedy was contracted by your father as a last resort." Kaito lifted his eyes from the clipboard, briefly meeting Touya's gaze.

Touya’s eyes widened at the mention of her name— your hero name, which was also the name you went by as a doctor.

"She’s the only reason you’re alive right now. If she hadn’t gathered doctors from across the nation to help you, you wouldn't have made it. The others, along with her, are dealing with the consequences, even after over a month. Many of them ended up in the hospital and have been banned from using their quirks for the next few months, for their own safety. All because everyone who worked on your case was treated as a case study. They overused their quirks."

Kaito paused before continuing.

"They all did it for scientific reasons, ignoring the fact that you were a high-profile criminal. They were doing it to help future patients with burns like yours. But the cost was too much for those doctors, who are now facing the consequences. In other words, you’re going to be the only person in this nation to undergo this dramatic transformation." Kaito looked directly into Touya’s eyes.

"Take this opportunity. Another chance at life. Your body costs the well-being of 15 doctors and 5 nurses. You better take care of it. Otherwise, you're wasting Dr. Remedy’s belief that people like you deserve second chances." ____________________________________ The next few weeks, Touya cooperated with the physical and occupational therapists, walking through the hospital with a walker. He felt like a baby deer learning how to walk again. The only reason he went along with it was because he was sick of feeling like a damn baby.

Due to his physical condition, his stay was extended until he could move on his own, after which he’d be transferred to the rehabilitation facility. He rejected visitation from his family. He felt too vulnerable like this. Too exposed. He didn’t want to see their pitying stares.

He heard the arguments outside his hospital room. His father, Enji, tries to see him, getting rejected every time. The old man had nothing but time to waste, showing up day after day, just to be told no.

As much as Touya hated getting help from strangers, the staff had been patient with him. They didn’t push him too hard. Some nurses definitely judged him, but at least they kept their comments to themselves. The hospitality was… normal. He was treated like any other patient.

They didn’t look at him with pity. They encouraged him, even when he told them to shut up and mind their own business. They just ignored his outbursts and kept going.

His quirk-canceling cuffs rotated between ankle and wrist restraints. Military grade, due to his classification as a high-profile criminal. The staff rotated the cuffs regularly to prevent weakening or discomfort while he regained strength. They were far more advanced than the ones he’d seen before. He remembered snooping through your apartment out of boredom, finding backups of your hero costume and the old quirk-cuffs tucked away in the closet. Those things looked like toys in comparison.

Once he was able to speak normally again, a therapist from the rehabilitation center started visiting daily for his sessions.

If he could, he would’ve jumped out the window by now.

He knew he’d agreed to his younger brother’s rehabilitation plan. Something that would hopefully work in the court system’s favor. But in truth, he didn’t care about all that. He just wanted out. Out of confinement. Out of pain. Out of this miserable limbo.

He did think of you, a couple of times.

After he regained his voice, his lawyer began visiting twice a week. What he didn’t expect was for your mother, Reika, to actually keep her word that if he left you out of the chaos, she’d represent him. She planned to take his case, even in the event that the League was taken down.

She was a terrifying woman who demanded respect. If you didn’t give it, she’d drop you as a client without hesitation. Well known in both the legal world and the underworld under a different name and a different mask.

She may have been a lot of things, but a liar wasn’t one of them. When she made a deal, she kept her word so long as you kept yours.

“Touya, your father is a piece of shit.”

He couldn’t help but laugh. The expression on her face told him everything.

If she could kill the old man herself, she would.

“What did he do this time?”

“Acted like a misogynistic prick,” Reika snapped, her voice full of disgust. “Like I haven’t defended more high-profile criminals than most lawyers ever dream of. He pulled that ‘I’m the dominant man in the room’ garbage gave me that stare like I was supposed to flinch. Tried talking over me like I was his damn secretary.” Her tone shifted into a mocking imitation of a deep, gravelly voice. “ ‘I’m the alpha in the room.’”

She scoffed and leaned back in her seat.

“Honestly? I was one bad moment away from stabbing him in the neck with my pen.”

She clicked that same pen in her hand, her fingers twitching with irritation. "Anyways, none of that old geezer. I wanted to review what I have so far with you to ensure that you aren't surprised if it gets brought up in the court." Anyway, enough about that old geezer. I wanted to review what I have so far with you—to make sure you’re not surprised if it gets brought up in court.”

"How is (Y/N)?" Touya whispered, loud enough for her to hear.

He knew it was out of the blue.

He’d eavesdropped a few times. Doctors and nurses mention how this would be the longest leave of absence you’d ever taken.

He knew he had a better chance of getting an answer from Reika than from Kaito. Kaito was always accompanied by someone. Touya couldn’t show that he knew him personally, and he understood why. It would launch an investigation, especially with all the pro heroes and police constantly walking around.

Reika paused for a moment, glancing up from the leather folder she always carried to jot down her notes.

“She’s doing better. Got discharged about a week ago,” Reika said, tapping her pen against the folder. “She’s being forced to take a six-month leave, but other than that, she’s okay. You’re not the reason she was bedridden. There was just an incident with Endea—”

“Did he hurt her?” Touya cut in sharply.

“No. It was indirectly... surrounded by other factors,” Reika replied, shifting into her lawyer voice. Touya shot her a look, but Reika didn’t flinch. She simply flipped to a new page in her folder, her tone shifting coldly as she dove into the notes and legal strategy for his upcoming plea hearing. --------------

Anyway, how are we feeling about Touya being awake now? He already hates feeling weak, and now he has to talk about his feelings? He’d rather jump out of a window, especially if it means talking to a stranger.

This chapter was going to go differently, but I decided to delay a certain scene. There’s actually another deal Reika and Touya made, which is the main reason she’s representing him during the war. The chaos happening in these streets is no joke.

The next 2 chapter will explore how Touya and Remedy met as teenagers: one struggling to survive in the streets, and the other trying to help people with nothing but good intentions. Spoiler alert: Touya is the stray cat, skeptical of the preppy cat.

Any thoughts or theories? I’m all ears! I’d love to hear them. Thank you so much for everyone who commented on the previous chapter! You guys are the reason why the chapter got posted earlier than expected. Your comments seriously mean the world to me. 💖 I’m so grateful to know there are people who want to read more.

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